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Back to School: How to Get an A*/8 or 9 in an English Lit Essay!

Happy September, everyone!

As we all get our gears in motion to start a new year, I thought I would share my top tips for scoring the highest marks in English Literature essays. 

(P.S. Lots of these tips are applicable to other subjects too)


1. Don’t write about the character as if they are real

Unfortunately, this is a common error in English Lit essays. It is absolutely imperative to remember that a character is not a person, but is a construct of the writer in order to present an idea or theme. No matter the question, you should be linking your answer back to the writer’s ideas and theme of the text, even if it doesn’t seem obvious what the theme is on the first inspection of the question. Using the author’s name frequently in your essay will demonstrate that you recognise the character is not a real person - ‘Shakespeare portrays Macbeth as a tragic hero, as defined by Aristotle as…’

2. Don’t analyse the plot

Avoid analysing the plot or when things happen in the text. Don’t write ‘When X happens it makes us think Y’. Instead:

  • Analyse the writer’s use of language, structure and form to create meaning
  • Do a close language analysis of specific words/phrases, including a sound analysis (plosives, assonance, etc.)
  • Do a structural analysis of what happens when and why that’s important (Freytag’s pyramid)
  • Do an analysis of form (stage directions, dramatic monologue, etc.)

3. Keep your answer relevant throughout

You need to be explicitly answering the question - not going off on a tangent nor trying to change the question to suit an answer that you want to write. One way of avoiding this is by starting each paragraph with a topic sentence, summarising what that paragraph is going to be about and how it answers the question. Another method is simply by rewording the question into your answer at the start and end of every paragraph. At least. For greater impact, include synonyms of the word, which can also help with the readability of your answer.

4. Avoid PEE/PEEL/etc. where you can

Thousands of students are taught the same, basic Point-Evidence-Explain (or variant) analytical paragraph structure. If you want to stand out, show academic strength, and achieve the highest marks then you must break free from the chains of PEE! (This also applies for your introduction format. ‘In this essay, I will argue…’ gets pretty dull after reading it 100 times)

For my students, I will be teaching them to write What-How-Why paragraphs:

WHAT has the writer done?

HOW have they done it?

WHY have they done it/is it effective?

This way, your focus is always on why the writer has chosen to use that specific language/structure/form, but it allows you to be creative in crafting your response. Being able to discuss the ‘why’ of literature is the key to unlocking the highest grades. Reading through examiners’ reports this summer has made one thing clear - it is not enough to merely spot linguistic devices or structural features. You must explain why the writer has chosen them and why that is an effective choice (or not).

5. Avoid sweeping statements about context

The main advice here is to only include comments about the context of the text if it adds to the analytical point that you are making. They should not be a bolt-on sentence, but they should enhance your answer.

Further, sweeping claims like ‘All Jacobean women were oppressed by society’ is far too vague. On the other hand, a comment like ‘Lady Macbeth is a disturbing example of womanhood because she denies her gender at a time where the role of a woman was clear-cut, even patriarchal, in Jacobean society’ suggests that you have a greater understanding of how context can influence the writer’s choices.

6. A plan is your best friend

Always, always make time to plan your answer. A method I recommend is, first, circling the key words in the question (character/theme, what you are asked to do, where in the text you are asked to look, etc.). Secondly, write all of your ideas down onto the page, highlighting parts from the extract if you have that in front of you. Finally, select a judicious number of points that you are going to talk about (quality not quantity here) and number the order in which you are going to make them.

If you are writing a comparative essay, each paragraph must start and end with a comparative point about whatever it is you are comparing (characters/themes/etc.) I suggest the following format:

X is presented in both text A and text B. However, in A the author uses device 1 and 2 to demonstrate X. On the other hand, in B, the author demonstrates X via use of device 2 and 3.’ Then write one paragraph for each text. Repeat this again for another similarity. And again for a third - if you think that is appropriate.


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THAT’S NOT MY SPACE DAD (A conspiracy post to support that Shorty McTuft isn’t OUR Shiro)

If you haven’t watched Season 3 of voltron, I suggest you turn back unless you want spoilers.

ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP. Amidst all the conspiracy posts saying that the Shiro Keith found floating in the middle of fucking nowhere is a clone, it is possible with the signs through out S3E5 and onwards. The Black Lion rejecting him, his hair getting too long at a short amount of time, the flashbacks. The words are all there. 

But with all the posts I’ve read about that, there’s something I noticed while writing this heartbreaking fanfic about fake Shiro that made me remember that scene where he cauterized his leg. Then I noticed something, a detail that I’ve never read on the conspiracy posts floating around. 

It’s this motherfucker right here:

THAT’S RIGHT. HIS GALRA HAND/ARM. (PS: sorry for the toggles and shiz, I dont know how remove that. But that’s okay. Use it as ref to scan the eps.) As we all know, this sweet lil weapon of destruction Shiro’s #1 detail. And the Galra, being diabolically clever as they are, missed one little, itsy bitsy detail on the Shiro they decided to throw in a photocopying machine. 

OUR Shiro’s Galra arm, when activated, looks like THIS:

EXHIBIT A: Shiro Vs. Sendak, Season 1

The hand glows, YES? What else do you notice? IT GLOWS RIGHT UNTIL THE BEND OF HIS ARM. In short, his whole FOREARM glows 

EXHIBIT B: Pidge and Shiro, Season 1:

Here we see our Pidgeon using Shiro’s Galra arm to power up a dead Galra ship and download info about Matt and Sam. As you could see, even if it’s not destroying the shit out of something/someone, it still glows up until the forearm when activated. 

EXHIBIT C: Shiro Vs. Ulaz, Season 2:

The glowy shit still covering the whole of his Shiro’s forearm, right until his elbow. 

Readers: But Fairy, you’ve only shown Space Dad wearing his paladin armor!

Me: Yeah well, what about this?

Originally posted by voltronlover

STILL GLOWS UNTIL THE ELBOW (sorry, I couldnt get a good screenshot because these BAMFs move so fast)

SO MOVING ON. And How does Season 3 Shiro’s Galra hand look like? This:

EXHIBIT D: Shiro, escaping, Season 3:

If you would notice, his hand glows UNTIL THE WRIST only.There is no depiction of any light past that joint. At first I thought that this was an animation error like how how the animators sometimes forget to draw his scar. Then I scanned through the episode further. 

EXHIBIT E: Shiro, cauterizing his leg wound, Season 3: 

Whoops, forgot to let the title fade before i took the shot. BUT LOOK, it still until his writ. Scanned further to this scene.

EXHIBIT F: Shiro Vs. Freedom Fighters, Season 3:

This has got to be the best view we can have. Still, it only glows until his wrist.

ANYWAY. The last time I checked, that arm is connected to Shiro’s brain and as it is deemed to be advanced alien technology mixed with Druid magic, it is permanent on him. That little detail isn’t consistent between Shiro and and this hobo in a floating tin can that Keith picked up from God-knows-where. 

With those being said, I would like to conclude my hypothesis that this mofo here ain’t Space Dad. 

Originally posted by confessionsdunjeuneparisien

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Oh jeez, that took longer than I expected, but it was super fun!

When I saw the concept art for Template (here) I immediately thought that he and Error wouldn’t get along very well. Although Ink is to blame for this. (Am I the only one who imagines that if Error and Ink were a couple they would bring devastation everywhere they go?) 

I really tried to stick as close as possible to the concept, although I added side pieces for the glasses.

The cutie Template belongs to @unu-nunu-art Ink of course to @comyet and Error to @loverofpiggies :)

Btw I’ll never ever use a pencil tool for outlines again. Don’t know why I thought this would be a good idea >__>

Edit: Oh jeez posted he same page twice :’D

Helping Hands (M)

Originally posted by pkjjm

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✓  Genre: smut

✓  Words: 2.827

✓  Warnings: a little of voyeurism | dirty talk | Dom!Jungkook | Slight Dom!Reader.

✓  Requested: No

✓  A/N: my dirty dirty mind was working a lot this morning in physics class.

Also,I’m sorry for the ending, I could not think of a better one. But I hope you dirty minds and souls enjoy this smut.

✓  Remember: English is not my first language; if there’s any kind of errors please tell me and send me your thoughts so I can get better and better. Thanks!

Summary:

צ “I interrupted your ‘alone time’,Jungkook. The least I can do is jerk you off right here”


It was a Saturday night and as always, I found myself chatting with my friends at their dorm.

Instead of playing videogames like we always do, we decided to watch a movie because we would rather relax than scream at each other the words:”YOU CHEATED”.

Jin was ordering four boxes of pizza when I noticed someone was missing.

Jeon Jungkook.

My crush. The Golden Maknae that was good at everything and even more at making my heart beat like I ran a marathon. The guy that was so out of my reach but I never lost hope. We were so alike that we could be best friends, however his shyness and my nervousness made the bond impossible.

“Where’s Jungkook?”, I asked Taehyung, that was right beside me looking at the screen of his cellphone.

He looked at me and smirked. I just rolled my eyes in response. Everyone has the same reaction every time I say his name. Everybody knew about my feelings for him but the golden boy was the only oblivious about it.

“He’s in his bedroom. He said he needed to do something really important”, he told me while looking back at his cellphone.

“Talking about him, can you go and call him, (Y/N)?”, Jin said while taking the plates and cups to put on the table.

Hesitating a little, I nodded and went upstairs to go to his bedroom but not before seeing everybody’s devilish smirks and stares, making me blush and roll my eyes at the same time.

I slowly walked in the hall and in 15 seconds I found myself staring at his room’s door. I breathed heavily and raised my fist to knock on his door but stopped midway when I heard him groan.

Confused, I frowned. 

“Is he in pain?”, I thought.

But this thought faded away when I heard a moan and my name spilling from his lips.

My mouth fell wide open and I couldn’t help but to feel aroused.

My curiosity took the best of me and I opened the door, leaving just a an ajar open. I watched him buck his hips into his hands making him gasp and groan louder.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N)!”, he moaned making me feel like I was close to a volcano.

“So,so good princess. Fuck!”

Maybe it was the heat that was exhaling from my body or the way he was moaning my name and imagining me there with him but I found the confident person in me and opened his door for real when he was, again, saying how much of a good little girl I was.

“Am I? I must be, I’m making you a mess and I’m not even touching you”, I said leaning against the door frame with a sly smirk while watching him cover himself with the eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“(Y-Y-YN)”, he stuttered. 

“We’re gonna start watching the movies; finish the important thing you have to do”, I said grinning.”And come join us”, I finished my sentence closing the door going back downstairs.

“Where is this confidence coming from?”


“Where’s Jungkook?”, Namjoon asked when I reappeared in the kitchen.

“He’s on his way”, I answered,  not being able to contain the sly smirk that came on my lips again.

The boys frowned in confusion but I ignored them.

Jin was putting Coke in the cups for everybody when Jungkook showed up, not even giving me a glance.

“Hey, did you finish the important thing you were doing?”, Yoongi asked.

I looked at Jungkook and saw him gulp in nervousness.

“He did”, I grinned, seeing Jungkook look at me with wide eyes.

“Does he think I’m gonna tell?”, I laughed inside my head.

“What were you doing that was so important?”, Hoseok questioned.

 “I-I”, my crush stuttered.

“He was playing Overwatch”, I lied.”And he won”, I said jumping with a grin on my face.

The boys nodded, congratulating him while going to the living room.

“Congratulations, Kookie”, I said passing my left hand on his hard chest while passing past him.

The boys took the best seat in front of the TV, leaving just a two-seats sofa free. I knew that they didn’t do that just because of they wanted the best seats, they were doing on purpose so I could be close to Jungkook.

In any other day, I’d have rolled my eyes but not today.

I smiled sitting on the couch feeling Jungkook’s presence one second after I sat.

Jungkook looked around and noticed that the only available seat was next to me.

The room fell silent while everybody was waiting for Jungkook to make a move.

Slowly, he made his way towards the small sofa, sitting beside me.

“Okay,let’s start!, Jin said,pressing the play button of the remote.

The tension in the room seemed to fade as the movie started, catching everyone’s attention.

Well, everyone except me and Jungkook.

I could see his broad shoulders get tenser and tenser when I would make a move.

Thirty minutes passed and I couldn’t pay attention to the movie as the image of Jungkook masturbating because of me took place on my mind.

I took one of the blankets piled on a table close to the sofa that Jin left just in case if we would feel cold.

I put the blanket over me and Jungkook, making him jump in surprise and look at me startled.

I giggled and got close to him, whispering in his ear.

“Relax,Jungkook”, I murmured in the sexiest voice I could make.

“My plan is only starting”, I thought with a smirk.

I looked around discreetly and saw that everybody was too into the movie to notice if something happens. And even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t see anything because the sofa’s back was totally facing them.

I started in slow motion, rubbing my legs to show I was aroused. Gently moving to make my legs touch his. I pretended to fix my hair just to brush my fingers on his ar and shoulders. In a few more attempts I saw him squirm and I knew my plan was working.

I got closer to him and put my right hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly and then grabbing his shaft, gently, through his pants, feeling it’s hardness.

“You’re so hard,Jungkookie”, I said looking at him with a smile.”Well, is no surprise since I interrupted you”, I chuckled darkly.

“Wh-wha-what are you doing?”, he asked with wide eyes, looking at me and then my hand.

“I interrupted you, Jungkook”, I repeated more firmly with a pout on my lips.”So I’m going to jerk you off right here”, I finished the sentence making him gulp.

With no warnings nor hesitation, I put my hands inside his boxers briefs, feeling his hard cock get in contact with my hand.

“Oh my God,Jungkook. You’re so big”, I said seeing in the corner of my eye his cocky smile.

But it soon disappeared when I started to move my hand up and down bis shaft, feeling how thick it is.I passed my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading out the pre cum all over the rest of his length, lubricating it.

A few minutes after, my movements started to make wet noises so I had to go a little slower, making Jungkook whine in complaints. 

“Ah”, Jungkook hissed.”Please don’t stop”

“I’d love to see you a mess,Jungkookie,but do you want them finding out?”,I said watching him bite his bottom lip.

“Let’s go upstairs”, he suggested,breathlessly, more like a command.

I nodded stopping my movements, making him whine at the loss of contact. I made a sign, indicating that he should go first.

He nodded and got up, hiding his erection with the movement of his hands in front of his crotch. 

“I’m really tired”, he faked an yawn. “I’ll go to bed”, he announced but no one really paid attention.

He made a sound with his lips while making a pout making me giggle quietly. He looked at me and smirked,winking at me before heading upstairs.

After 2 minutes, I faked an yawn too saying I was going to sleep.

“Tae, can I use your bed?”

“You can use any bed you want I guess, no one will sleep in their rooms tonight, well, except Jungkook”, he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up! Seriously you guys don’t mind?”

“Yah, we’ll pass the whole night watching movies, now go to sleep and let us watch the movie, please?”, Yoongi said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“Okay. Goodnight,guys!”, I said making my way upstairs.

When I was almost knocking on Jungkook’s door, it suddenly opened and then Jungkook pushed me inside.

“You took way too long”, he looked at me seriously.

“I had to make a good excuse”, I shrugged my shoulders.

Jungkook hurriedly got closer, circling my waits with his strong arms. He buried his face on my neck, giving light kisses, going up to my jawline and then my lips.

The kiss started slow but soon started to get faster and passionate. The lust between us growing and growing.

“God, I waited so long for this”, he said taking off his shirt and throwing me on his bed.

“I dream so much about you and your gorgeous body”, he told me while looking into my eyes.

“Yeah?”, I stared intensely at his eyes, taking all my strength to not look at his abs.”What do you usually dream about?”

He smirked.”You sucking me off; me eating you out; fucking you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say and scream is my name. I dream about making you mine and just mine”, he listed making me moan.

“Make me yours, Jungkook”, I whispered maintaining the eye contact.

He grinned taking my shirt off, throwing on the floor. My bra soon followed.

Jungkook was going directly to the point. He kissed my right boob then started to suck my nipples, sometimes surrounding the areola with his tongue. He soon followed to my other boob, giving it the same treatment.

After he was done, he gave little pecks and licks on my abdomen, tummy, belly button until he got on the hem of my jeans.

He unbuttoned my jeans and forcefully pulled them down my legs.

“Man, he really is in a hurry. I most have worked him up pretty badly,huh?”

Jungkook stopped to look at me all spread out on his bed. He licked his lips like I was some kind of meal, making me more turned on with his stare.

“Jungkook!”,I whined catching his attention.”Please,fuck me!”

He smirked.”Soon baby, I wanna taste you first”, he winked at me, pulling my panties down.

He gave both my inner thighs little pecks, soon he was in front of my dripping core.

He took some of my substance on the tip of his index finger, smirking while doing it a few times. It was like he was playing with my juices like a little boy with his truck.

“You’re so wet,baby”, he grinned.”All wet and just for me,right, princess?”

“Yes,yes,please Jungkook”, I whined.”Do something”

He grinned, soon licking a long stripe up my folds, humming with a smile on his face.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined your taste on my tongue”, he hummed once again.

With no warnings, he started to devour my pussy, making me gasp and arch my back, earning a grin from him. He latched on to my clit, sucking in forcefully. He went down, plunging his tongue inside my leaking whole, massaging my clit with his thumb, making me moan louder.

He hummed in response.

“You like that,princess?”, he asked me then licking my whole with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, Jungkook”, I moaned.”Please,keep going”

“Look at me,princess”, he commanded. I obeyed him, seeing him grin at me.

“That’s right,princess. Watch what I’m doing to you, to your tight little pussy”

With that, he plunged his two fingers inside of me, making me squeeze the sheets. His mouth came back to my clit, abusing it in the most delicious of ways.

His pace fastened and I felt that magical knot forming in my stomach. Sensing that I was close to cumming,he stopped making a whine come out of my lips.

“Don’t worry,princess. The fun is about to start”,he smirked and winked at me.

“W-wait! What about you? I want to play with you too”, I said with a pout.

He smiled and caressed my cheek.

“Other time,baby. My cock can’t wait any longer to be inside you”.

He took off his gray sweatpants and boxers, showing me perfect and toned body. My eyes traveled from his face,passing to his collarbones,chest,abs and finally his erect cock, that was dripping with pre cum,begging for attention.

While he was busy looking for a condom, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly, making him tense and moan above me.

He shooed my hand, soon after, putting the condom hurriedly. He put both of his hands on each side of my head,giving a peck on my forehead making my heart melt.He slowly looked at my eyes and silently asked for permission that was hurriedly conceded it.

The romantic aura was soon gone when he inserted his dick inside of my pussy. He hissed loudly whilst I moaned his name in a high pitched voice. He slowly set the pace, fastening minute by minute.

I clawed his back,hissing at the amount of force he was using to fuck me.

“Yeah,you like that,princess?”, he asked me breathlessly.”Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt like that?”

The amount of pleasure made impossible to answer to his dirty talk, so I just moaned instead. But Jungkook wasn’t very pleased with that.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you,princess”, he said giving me a hard slap on my right thigh, earning him a yelp from my lips.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time and you better answer,baby, or you’ll regret. Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt,huh?”

“YES! Yes,Jungkook! Oh my God,please Jungkook!”,I replied him gripping his hair locks between my fingers.

“Good girl”,he praised me,going even faster,making my whole body bounce.One of his hands went down and grabbed one of my boobs, squeezing it gently even with his rough pace.

Just when I was about to feel that knot again,he stopped and pulled out of me.

He didn’t give me time to protest as he roughly turned me around. Instinctively, I lifted my butt earning a slap from Jungkook that made me moan in delight.

“I wish I could do this all day,but I’m desperate to milk you with my cum”

He started his violent thrusts again. He put one hand on my hip and the other on my waist,keeping me steady. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping skin and our moans, that were getting louder and louder. Surely, the boys and the whole building was aware of what we were doing however we weren’t minding it.

“Fuck,you feel so good around me,baby”

“Yeah? You like when my pussy squeezes your cock?”, I asked with a smirk, trying to look behind me, seeing him with his head thrown back.

“Oh,fuck, I like it so much,princess”,he said looking at me.”You look so beautiful on all fours for me”

A few more thrusts and the knot on my stomach was just ready to explode.

“J-Jungkook! I’m close! I-I’m going to-”

“No,you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,baby”

“But ple-”

“I said no”,he said with the most dominating and sexiest voice ever,making me whimper and nod as a good girl.

I was trying my best not to cum and at the same time I was praying that he found his release soon, if not I’m damned.

“Oh,princess! I’m so going to cum!’”, he started to let out multiples ‘ah’s’, indicating that he was indeed close to his orgasm.

“Please,Jungkook! Let me cum!”, I pleaded.

He hovered me,pressing his chest against my back. The hand that was holding my hip traveled to my clit and started massaging it making my eyes roll.

“Cum for me,princess”,he commanded and it seemed that my body only needed his words because soon after I was clenching around his member,making him cum with me.

He gave a few final thrusts and then he pulled out of me. I fell on the bed feeling too tired to move,I heard shifting around so I presumed that he was getting rid of the condom.

I soon felt his presence beside me as the bed shifted with his weight. He gently pulled the white cover over us,bringing my body close to his,making me lay on his chest.

I was already drifting off to sleep but not before feeling Jungkook’s lips on my hair.

“Goodnight,princess”

And hearing his final command,I felt asleep with the happiest and most genuine smile on my face.


                                               ©  2017, Starwarsrin 

                                                 All rights reserved.

Smartass

Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

(gif is not mine)

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.

“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”

“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.

“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.

“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”

“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.

“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”

“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?

“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.

“Oh” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”

“Uh, um, I guess?”

“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.

“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.


“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.

Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.

“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”

“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.

“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.

“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”

You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.

“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.

“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”

“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”

“Go for it.”

You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.

“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.

After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.

“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!

“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.

“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.

You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.


“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.

“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah right, like you would know!”

“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.

“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.  

“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.


“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.

“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”

In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”

“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.

“No” you simply replied.

“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.

“I don’t want to” you whined.

“Why?”

“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”

“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you care?”

“Because” she looked at you irritated.

“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.

“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.

“I fell on the floor…”

“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.

“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.

“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.

“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”

“That’s adorable” she smiled.

“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.


“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.

“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”

“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.

Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?

“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.

“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.

“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.            

“She is talking with Thor now.”

“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.

“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.

“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.

“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?

“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!

“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.

“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.

“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.

“I do” he smiled at you.

“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.

His face fell at the sound of your words.

“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…” 

“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.

“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.

“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.

“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.


4

ITS PRIDE MONTH!!!  (for the next 3 hours that is.)


Any who!   With all that’s been happening this month …I knew I wanted to do something for the all of you to show how much this month means to me.  (granted I am a happily gay tranqueer so its a personal thing too.)


So here ya go. 


In Order.

(note ; I picked these 4 because I thought them the most likely to go to a pride festival.)

inkXerror  A smooth and proud!  Ink would so drag Error to something like this and then just to make Error feel better sit farthest from everyone and hand him one of those Hate pamphlets to shred.  (I was always getting those from the anti’s when I’d go hell one time they broke a friends arm tugging her away from me.)


PJxFresh (i know the proper name is freshpaper but I messed up sry.)  -  First timers.   I call this art this cause I feel like this image looks like its the start of their relationship and honestly their both unclear of what to do here.  So they hold hands and try to think less awkward thoughts as couples and families surround them.


PalettexGoth  (again, I know its Poth, I screwed up!)  Super gays!  These two got this title though the fact I saw Palette like myself at prides wearing my flag as a cape and buying and wearing every rainbowy thing I could possibly get my hands on.  Goth is like my love now.  He’ll wear a pride shirt and his bandana but nothing else.  Also he’s normally the one encouraging me to scream out something stupid…which I’d do to my him smile.  Stay Uke my friends!


AfterDeath (Was the last art to do so I got the name right yay!)  Forever Proud!  Reaper and Geno each have a half of a pride flag.  This has always been a symbol to me.  The first Flag I bought with my love now is done this way.  Its a way of saying we’re never whole without each other.  They are the long time goers of Pride I would sit back and watch them and their kids have fun and wish that one day that was me.


Side note!

I’ve drawn a lot of AfterDeath lately.  And soon I’m thinking of doing the 30day OTP art challenge.  So watch out I may drawn more LEL.


Undertale/ @tobyfoxofficial

Ink/ @comyet

Error/ @loverofpiggies

PaperJam/ @7goodangel

Fresh/ @loverofpiggies

Palette/ @angexci

Goth/ @nekophy

Reaper/ @renrink

Geno/ @loverofpiggies


Just  took notice I used all 3 of CQ’s skele-sons lol

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Had to remake my masterpost because I changed my blog url and Tumblr wouldn’t allow me to go into my original post and edit. 

 Also, this took me about three times longer to make than it should have because I was rereading all the asks that you all had sent from when I started and all throughout the entire AM story. And honestly it just made me emotional because I had been so terrified, and I mean TERRIFIED to put my writing on here and now I’m just like “I didn’t edit this before I posted it, message me if there’s a big error.” On one hand that’s just me being lazy af, but on the other hand, I’ve become so comfortable posting on here and comfortable with all of you that I don’t fear any negative feedback and I just never thought I would be like that in writing. 

Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for these last six months (holy ef six months!)  I would write a lot more and get a lot more emotional and dramatic, but I’m really tired. Maybe another time. 

anonymous asked:

The idea of Jon and Dany having a kid aren't Jonerys wishful thinking- it was in the leaked season 8 scripts that Dany is pregnant. Also from the pointed directions in the S7 scripts to have Dany come back to her ability to have kids and talk about it with both Jon and Tyrion. Also the director of the episode said that GRRM told him the entire point of the story was Jon/Dany and that he was trying to convey to the audience that them having sex was "inevitable."

I guess my post really struck a nerve because anytime a nonny gives me disproven S8 leaks as a rebuttal, they are engaging in wishful thinking as well. Especially when they involve pregnancy plots: I mean, don’t start picking out the colors for the baby’s room just because Reddit says that Dany is expecting (ppssstt: Dany you should really wait to announce until after the miscarriage window).

Anyway, I assume you are citing this interview with Taylor. Did you happen to read what he said at the end of it? 

Interviewer: So we’re just hoping everybody’s cool with the incest thing?Taylor: Oh, you know, it’s worked for Cersei and Jaime. [Laughs.] Nothing went wrong there

Ouch…not good foreshadowing for the good ship J0nerys. Especially in light of where Jaime and Cersei are now.

Moreover, he doesn’t say that them having sex was inevitable. You are paraphrasing incorrectly. If you were my student I would mark 20 points off your Tumblr paper. 

Let’s break down his interview:

  • On a romance, he says “it’s hard to see that not happening” - He sounds like one of us, speculating about the future of this ship. Hard to see? Why not just say “Yes they are in love and I was happy to direct the scene where they consummated that love.” 
  • Next, on that “GRRM thing everyone cites,” he said that GRRM said (sentence construction is a RED FLAG for second hand knowledge) that in a visit 7 years ago that “it” is all about Dany and Jon. Human recall error is one issue I see with this evidence. Another is that it is recounted by a director who doesn’t really understand the story (see next bullet below). Oh and before we get too lost in his ramblings, how does this prove anything about a Targ baby again? We know the story is about Dany and Jon. Did GRRM say “it’s about Dany and Jon and their incestuous Targaryen love child”? No he’s just like - I WROTE CHARACTERS, THEY WILL MEET.
  • Then Taylor says he was surprised because he thought Robb would be the next king - WELL ALAN YOU ARE UNDERMINING YOUR OWN VERACITY AS A SOURCE TO MAKE STORY PREDICTIONS BECAUSE THAT IS FUCKING STUPID
  • “And that it was clear to him that the whole story was coming down to this partnership” - no one is discounting that, and how does this relate back to Targ baby again? A story coming down to a partnership could be about ANYTHING. Also a partnership is something that lawyers engage in, not people who are passionately in love.
  • And then he says it was a great job by Emelia but he says nothing about Kit. He says it was nice to see her “feeling it into it and drawing back from it” - wow, “it.”: That’s an interesting way to describe this “partnership.” Why didn’t he use a pronouns like “him” and “her” like a regular person if this was such a deeply felt romance. 
  • Finally we should consider that directors of their episodes cannot be trusted as objective sources on the future of the show or books, let alone Taylor’s credibility on the subject of a romance or a Targ baby. He’s not going to admit that their love scene was unconvincing or part of a larger plot by Jon, b/c…major spoiler if that’s the case. 

Instead of paraphrasing some director who happens to have the honorable distinction of directing the most nonsensical season finale in the show’s history (not just my opinion it is universally panned) would you like to actually engage with what is happening in the narrative? 

I’m looking at this “couple” as a story arc and I see how an author would write them in a way that would be too good to pass up. The dramatic “twist” so to speak. The metaphorical KNIFE in the character’s (and readers) gut. Let’s examine that knife for Dany and Jon. Remember: sharp knives are best for this exercise since they are, after all, used effectively by GRRM who has said he likes to do terrible things to his characters and even has his characters realize this in the story. (In AFFC, Sam comes to the conclusion that there are no happy endings after he realizes that Jon manipulated Gilly).

So, I am assuming the worst here. NO. HAPPY. ENDINGS. I am a Jonsa shipper who is prepared for Sansa to be Jon’s Nissa Nissa. Got that?

Jon’s knife if baby is coming: Jon, who always wants a child–but not a bastard child–fathers a bastard child. But wait–he’s a king twice over. Couldn’t he could just legitimize him/her lickety split? And would he grow to hate this child? No, he would love it just as he was loved by Ned. Uhh…this knife looks like a butter knife now. Targ baby gives him a way out of his dilemma. Speaking of, will this baby be raised by two monarchs who are a happy couple? Or will it be dropped off at the doorstep of another couple after Jon and Dany are dead, absolving them of any responsibility? Okay, this knife has all the sharpness of a feather. I can’t even poke the characters with it.

Jon’s knife without baby: Now, what about the realization that he wooed this woman to hold his alliance together only to find it all falling apart because he didn’t know he was fucking his aunt. Ouch. That’s really fucking sharp. Jon would realize that the work he’s done all season was for nothing–in fact he may have actively been working against himself by having sex with her. He ruined any chance he had to keep the alliance platonic and civil. Now its messy and gives Dany cause to act even MORE reckless and impulsive when she finds out who he is. Now he has two enemies to contend with: dragons and ice zombies. I wrote about the dramatic impact of this realization here for Jon. In my view, Jon doesn’t need to also have a baby with her to feel extra horrified about sexing it up with his aunt. And, if he’s manipulating her that’s just the extra twist the blade needs to painfully wound our character. He did it to himself with imperfect knowledge. “If only I had known…” 

#regrets #Jon has them #wouldnt really regret having a kid though

Dany’s knife with baby: Dany wants a future. She wants children who can not only further her empire (and make her war less pointless) but also to find love with a family. And her being pregnant means - SURPRISE! She gets an heir. Yet, dying in childbirth (this…again?) is the most boring knife twist in the world. Sure, there is hope we’ll see a darling little snow haired baby with brown eyes stumbling around the dragon pit. Which side of the coin will it land on though? Yes, this could be a twist, but we’ll never have time to see in the story.

Dany’s knife without baby: Hey! You already have a family and a future! It’s right there! But you will make the disastrous choice to destroy it. A baby robs her story of this situational irony. It also robs Jon of being the super special Targaryen heir who is always being set up to make a choice between duty and love (this dilemma is the REAL “point” of the story). Also consider the Littlefinger angle: the “worst possible reason” for why he’s having sex with her. For me, it’s that he’s giving Dany false hope that she can procreate and have a future with him so that he can more easily sway/advise her. Damn Jon that’s ice cold. That knife you’re stabbing Dany with is almost as sharp as your own. So, while Jon risked Dany’s chances for a family because he got “too involved,” Dany orchestrates her own downfall because she will choose to react to his claim in a way that ruins her own future.

#regrets #Dany has them #wouldnt regret having a kid though

Many people refuse to believe a woman when she says she’s infertile. The finality of it disturbs them so they try to come up with creative alternatives like: “she’s not really infertile.” (did you see my eyes rotate 360 degrees around my sockets?) That is a bias on the audience’s part. Audiences need to work through this, especially on Game of Thrones when there isn’t a happy ending for shippers.

What people really need to analyze is the characters’ arcs and the way tragedies are set up. Cersei and Jaime are set up for tragedy. So are Dany and Jon. Here’s a homework assignment: read MacBeth and get back to me on this Targ baby thing.

TL;DR The HOPE for a baby serves a purpose to the narrative. An actual baby does not.

Comfort Series - Shower

shawn mendes x reader

request: Hi so I was thinking maybe you could do a series o of something like this, the two I came up with were showering with Shawn + sleeping with Shawn. Not in a sexual way at all, but in a way about the simple little things just to comfort someone. I thought of this from “talk me down” by Troye Sivan, so like just being in the presence of the one you love to calm you down. I feel like dating Shawn would consist of that a lot with how crazy things get for him

Author’s Note: this was not edited for spell-check or any grammatical errors, so I apologize if there are any


I slowly started to gain consciousness as rays of sunlight seeped through my eyelids. My pupils dilated as I squinted in disdain. I let out a little groan as I stretched for a moment, before curling in a ball back under the covers. I moved my legs around under the covers, trying to get comfortable again until I had accidentally kicked something. I immediately froze as I heard a groan next to me.

“Ow.” Shawn spoke in a groggy tone

“Sorry.” I whispered, straightening my body while staring up at the ceiling. Shawn moved around and sat up. He leaned his head on the headboard before he sighed.

“Are you going anywhere today?” He peered down at me in curiosity, his head turned slightly as he raised a brow.

“No, are you?” I breathed, rubbing my eyes.

“No.” Shawn replied

We fell into a calm silence. Something we usually did, although it wasn’t awkward. My ears perked as I heard the subtle sound of birds chirping in the backyard. I pushed the covers off my body as I walked towards the bedroom balcony. I opened the double doors and I was fanned with a wave of warm air and sunlight. I walked out into the balcony and leaned over the railing. I looked out into the backyard in admiration. I was shocked that we had kept it this beautiful for this long. Our flowers were blooming gracefully and the trees stood tall. I breathed in the fresh air before turning my attention towards the sound of strumming. I looked into the bedroom through the balcony door and saw Shawn reaching for his guitar. He sat back on the bed and started to play. Even though he was just messing around with the chords, it sounded beautiful.

“Sounds good, Shawn.” I called from the balcony

“Thanks!” He called back.

I walked back towards the bedroom as I closed the balcony door behind me. I sat back on the bed as I watched Shawn. He was always so focused when he played. Shawn glanced up at me and I looked away.

“I’m just trying to figure out a melody for something new,” Shawn spoke “maybe even some lyrics.” Shawn added

“Well if you ever need any inspiration, you’ve got a gorgeous girlfriend sitting right in front of you.” I joked as I posed dramatically on the bed.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Shawn grinned as he put his guitar down on the bed. I laid my head on Shawn’s lap and closed my eyes. Shawn caressed his hands on my cheek with soft strokes.

“I have to shower” I remembered. Shawn removed his hands from my face and smirked down at me

“Me too.” he replied. I looked up at him and caught on to the cheeky look he was sending me.

“No, Shawn. I actually have to shower.” I spoke.

“Fine, but we’re still showering together.” He confirmed.

“Whatever, Shawn!” I spoke before I walked into the bathroom.


As I walked into the black and white themed bathroom, I immediately took notice of how cold it was. The atmosphere was quiet and the room had an echo, it was almost as if I was stepping into an alternate reality. I guess that was a downside of having a huge bathroom. I walked over to the double sinks and approached mine as I started to brush my teeth. Once I had rinsed out the toothpaste and washed my face, I turned towards the large glass shower and slid the door open. The water fell as I held the metal knobs in my hand, trying to find the perfect balance between hot and cold. The tiled-floor was chilly as I turned on the water. I stood under the hot water as I waited for Shawn. I felt a rush of cool air when Shawn entered the shower. The cold air and the hot water had caused the shower glass to fog. I reached up to grab the soap as I began to lather my body, Shawn did the same as we stood in silence for a moment.

“What are we going to do today?” Shawn asked

“I don’t know. I was thinking we could just stay inside or something. Why? Do you have something in mind?” I questioned, getting ready to wash my hair

“Well, I was thinking we could do something spontaneous” Shawn expressed.

“Shawn, what has gotten into you? First the picnic and now secret spontaneity?” I teased. I lathered the coconut shampoo into my scalp as I fluttered my eyes closed.

“Well, I have been feeling a bit adventurous.” Shawn smiled, rubbing the loofa on his arms

“Tell me, adventure boy, what spontaneity have you planned for us today?”

“Well, I was thinking we could just hang out together, like the whole day. Just me and you. It’s been awhile since we’ve done that.”

“That’s your super secret spontaneity?” I questioned

“Okay, maybe I lied about that, but it was only to get your attention.  I just wanna spend time with you” He admitted. I rinsed the soap off of my body and out of my hair.

“Okay, we can do that. I’ve also been wanting to binge watch a few shows with you.” I added

“Good. We can make some snacks and watch Netflix the whole day.” Shawn planned.

“It’s a date.” I teased, moving out of the way so Shawn could get under the shower head.

“Have I ever written a song about you?” Shawn asked abruptly

“Hopefully not. That one line about me not being drop dead gorgeous in “Like This” was a huge hit to my ego.” I joked, pretending to hold my chest in pain

“Then I’ll write a song about you. A song about how much I love you.” Shawn beamed while holding my hands in his

I leaned into him as he held me in a warm hug. The room was quiet, the only sound was the water pelting down gently on our skin. I could feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed softly. I could stay like this forever if I had the chance. Just me and Shawn, alone. Bathing in the glory of our youthful love. He held me there until the water went cold. But we didn’t notice.

Although it was just a shower, we always seemed to find joy in the littlest of things. 

That’s how it’ll always be.


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anonymous asked:

Cool idea with the " White Ink" but it does not mean that Ink will have two nemesis now? I am alking about Error. I thought he is Ink's nemesis.

Oh that’s up to people to decide! :) I didn’t make Ink based on Error! The white Ink is actually Ink, but a Ink that would have decided to use powers to his own benefit instead of helping others, and that would eventually have been corrupted one way or another. But I can clearly see how that gets close to Error, it’s just a dream I had, I thought it’d be interesting to talk about it here!

Love Bug

Based on the art by @eyugho​. I sat down and wrote the entire thing immediately after seeing the piece, so forgive me for any errors (or give me constructive criticism, if you like. This is a one shot piece, and largely unedited, but I just really wanted to write it before the inspiration left my body)

Summary: Keith gets bit by a love bug and falls acts lovey-dovey around the first person he sees, who just so happens to be Lance.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11803710


It had started out simply enough. They’d landed on what Lance would have called “home,” if the thought of that weren’t too painful. Allura and Coran were on a diplomatic mission which didn’t require all the paladins, so she had cleared them to wander around the planet as long as they didn’t stray too far.

The planet really was like Earth, the best parts. They had landed right next to a body of water so giant he would have been tempted to call it an ocean, but the smell was less salt more earth, and the rhythm of the waves a gentle call rather than a commanding presence. Where there wasn’t water there were trees, and these were the things that reminded him that this wasn’t his home. They swayed gently in the wind and if you looked too closely they’d seem to shimmer like heat waves rising off hot pavement.

Still, the place was friendly enough, and so the paladins, at Lance’s urging, had decided to take a break and go swimming.

Most of the paladins, anyway. “Keith!” Lance floated on his back and kicked towards the shore. “Get in!”

“I’m not in the mood to get wet.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll ruin your hair?”

“Keith, I swear to you,” Pidge said, emerging from underwater, “I will get out of this alien sea and build a water canon just for you.”

Keith evidently didn’t think Pidge was messing around, because he took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. To the casual observer he might have seemed reluctant, but Lance was pretty sure Keith was looking forward to swimming. After all, he’d wanted to at least once during their space trip and, to the best of his knowledge, had never gotten to.

“Woo hOO!” Lance shouted, plunging underwater and jumping back out again in triumph.

Keith gave him a weird side glance while making his way to the edge of the water. He dipped his toe in suspiciously, then back out again. “It’s cold.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough.”

Keith looked over in surprise at none other than Hunk, who was coming out of the water towards him.

“Hunk, are you doing what I think you’re doing? Hunk? Hunk!”

Hunk had not been dissuaded by Keith’s pleas and had grabbed him in a bear hug from behind while Keith kicked helplessly into air. Pidge and Lance were giggling from the water.

“That’s what you get!” said Pidge.

“Let me down,” said Keith, still flailing.

“Your call.”

There was a splash as Hunk dropped Keith, who fell into the water still squirming. He emerged to more splash attacks, but even though there was probably water in his eyes, ears, and mouth, he was grinning unmistakably.

The paladins fooled around in the water for a while, but eventually the fun had to end when Allura and Coran’s visit was over. Universe to save, and all that. They all trudged out of the water and dried off, savoring their last moments on this planet so much like Earth outside the castle.

Lance focused on the sea. He missed the ocean, his ocean, and this wasn’t quite the same, but god, it was so familiar nonetheless. There was the sense of eyes on the back of his neck, and he turned around to see Keith staring unabashedly at him. Their eyes met and Keith gave him a small smile that crinkled his eyes, and Lance turned his head away rather quickly, thinking to himself that the reason was he wanted to savor the sea and not that he was trying to hide a blush.

“Paladins,” Allura called, inevitably ending the brief vacation. Reluctantly, they picked up their shirts from the ground that they had dropped before swimming.

That’s when things became less simple, because Keith, apparently, had other ideas.

“Keith, buddy,” Lance said, walking up behind him. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong shirt.”

“Do I?” There was something foreign about that tone of voice, like everything that had been rough around the edges was smoothed out in those two words.

“Yeah, last time I checked.”

Keith didn’t turn around, just finished pulling the shirt over his head and strolled towards the castle.

“Fine!” Lance said. “Then I guess I’ll have to wear your shirt.” He hurried after him clumsily, shirt over his eyes. Keith briefly turned around to give Lance an infuriating smirk but never broke his stride.

Lance took a few longer steps and put his hand on Keith’s shoulder, this time causing him to stop in his tracks so quickly that Lance almost knocked them both to the ground.

“Look,” said Keith, not even turning around. “If you want the shirt so badly you should take it from me.”

Keith put his hand on Lance’s and slowly moved it to his hip while reaching behind to grab Lance’s other hand to do the same. He curled his fingers around Lance’s and brought them under one corner of the shirt, casually lifting it, letting Lance’s fingers graze his skin.

From behind them came a muffled giggle, like a slap in the face throwing Lance back into reality. He snatched his hands back and held them near his chest, wringing them.

Keith finally turned around to face him, staring Lance dead in the eyes with a puppy dog look. Lance couldn’t get his voice to work, hell, couldn’t get his brain to work, as it was too busy rebooting. Did Keith know? Did someone tell him that if he flirted he would definitely break Lance? Was this all a big joke?

His own tongue feeling too foreign in his mouth to manage distinguishable sounds.“Ahh.. uhh-what?” he finally managed.

Keith gave him one last playful smile before turning away, leaving Lance struggling to regain control of his mind in a place that made him feel so happy, but was just a little off in apparently every way.

***

“What?!” Lance exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

“Chill,” said Pidge, sparing him a glance away from her intense examination of the creature. “The love bug bite will wear off in a few days.”

“It’s quite harmless,” Allura quipped, looking to Lance as though she was internally fending off a fit of laughter.

Lance walked towards them, which was rather difficult considering he had Keith clinging to his back like a lifeline. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have this leach stuck to your back.”

“Be nice,” Allura chided, before turning away to join Pidge in her curious study of the love bug.

“Ugh!” Lance said, staggering past them to get anywhere but here.

“Did I ever tell you what a pretty name Lance was?” Keith said snuggling his chin into the crook of Lance’s shoulder, and Lance’s cheeks turned more red than he thought was humanly possible. He walked faster, until the laughter Pidge and Allura hadn’t bothered to conceal this time was nothing but an echo.

When he was safely out of earshot Lance craned his neck around to look at Keith. “Do you mind?”

Keith blinked up at him innocently. “Mind what?”

Lance sighed. He was exhausted and, if he was being honest, what he really needed right now was to be alone his room, in the dark, so that he could cry in peace. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to yell at Keith.

“It’s kind of hard to walk with you on my back like that,” he opted for instead. “Would it work for you if we held hands?”

Keith happily untangled himself from Lance’s back and grabbed his hand instead. “Sure!”

The two of them walked through the castle in relative silence, their footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Keith seemed fine with all of this; he actually seemed to be enjoying Lance’s company and was happy with nothing more, as long as he could rest his head on Lance’s arm, of course. In the back of his mind, Lance wondered where the ultra flirty beach Keith had gone and if he would be making a surprise return, but he was too preoccupied with the fact that he was holding hands with Keith-fucking-Kogane to dwell on it. His hands were gentler than he’d expected. Calloused but warm and comforting; not too tight a grip unless he felt Lance slipping and subtly squeezed him a little more.

Lance wasn’t really sure of where he was going until they ended up on the training deck. This could actually work out perfectly, if he played it right.

“Keith, buddy? Do you think you could let go of my hand and we could train together?”

“Sure!” Wow, this was easier than Lance thought it would be. Keith seemed content to do whatever Lance asked, as long as they were together.

Lance started the simulation and they fell back into silence, although this time it felt more comfortable. They stayed back to back the entire time and progressed smoothly, better than even with the rest of the team. He felt like he was in a trance; logically, he knew that this wasn’t organic, but even so, it felt so smooth, so right. He and Keith moved like a well oiled machine who had been teaming up for years. He briefly wondered if they would keep doing this after the love bug bite wore off, but again quickly dismissed the thought. Lance and Keith were friends, sure, and they’d gotten closer, but that didn’t mean they’d be anything more. In fact, after this, Lance wasn’t sure either of them would want to look each other in the eyes again.

“I think we should stop,” said Lance, panting a little. He walked over to the wall and leaned against it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Alright,” Keith said, turning off the simulation before it started another level of training. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I’m going to take a break and relax.”

“Relaxing sounds nice,” said Keith, his breath tickling Lance’s ear.

Lance’s opened his eyes, startled, and jolted his head so suddenly that he narrowly avoided smashing Keith’s skull against his. Keith was inches from him. Keith had him pinned to the wall. Oh my god, Keith had him pinned to the wall.

“You have such pretty eyes,” Keith breathed.

He put his right hand gently on top of Lance’s and rubbed it with his thumb. Lance could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Keith must think he was so gross right now. No! Was he crazy, that’s what he was worried about? Keith didn’t care in the slightest; he was leaning into Lance, eyes never leaving his own, closing, slowly, their noses were touching -

Stop!”

Lance regained control of his body again, and not a second too late. Keith would have kissed him and in a few days he would have come back to real life and never forgiven him, and Lance didn’t want to lose him. He’d rather keep Keith as just a friend than face a world where he genuinely hated him and couldn’t trust him. Keith wasn’t himself, and Lance would never take advantage of that.

“What? Was I doing something wrong?” Keith bit his bottom lip, and Lance lost it.

He pushed passed him roughly. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Lance,” Keith cooed. “Don’t be that way! We can take it slow. Come cuddle with me.”

“Cuddle?! Are you serious? You don’t even like me!”

“Lance, why would you say that?”

“Because you don’t! And I like you, okay? And I know that you don’t like me back, and that you don’t mean all this lovey-dovey stuff you’ve been saying! I know! And I also know that it’s not your fault you got bitten by a fucking hormone bug or some shit, but god, do you think that makes it hurt less?”

Keith was in a state of shock, tears running down his face and making no attempt to conceal it. “If you like me, then why would you say that?”

Keith’s face became blurred and hard to see, or maybe that was just Lance’s eyes tearing up. “Because only one of us is thinking straight, and it hurts too much to preserve your feelings by indulging them. Goodbye, Keith.”

Lance ran down the hall. He heard footsteps following him and knew that Keith physically couldn’t resist chasing him, so he hit a button to shut a door in his way, kept running, and didn’t look back.

***

There was a knock on the door and Lance reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to answer it, eyes half closed and trained towards the floor. He stumbled over piles of dirty clothes that had been lying there for three days now since he’d locked himself in his room. “Hey, Hunk, you’re early.”

“Hey.”

Lance froze but forced himself to look at Keith. He kept his gaze trained on his forehead, pretending he could see straight through him. “Is it actually you?”

“It’s me.”

Lance knew he was telling the truth, something about his voice and how it was rougher than it was before, and somehow that was so much more painful. He felt his head start to pound as his throat closed up and he moved to close the door. “I think you should go.”

Keith caught his arm and Lance froze. Why did he always freeze up? He used to be fine around Keith, it’s not like this crush was anything new, so why did what was basically a brainwashing incident matter?

“Can we talk?”

“Not much to say,” Lance mumbled.

“Lance, it’s fuzzy, but I remember what happened.”

Lance’s stomach was struggling to escape via his throat. “You remember?”

“Like I said, it’s a little blurry, but I remember you told me how you felt.”

Keith’s hand had somehow moved down Lance’s arm and into his palm. Still calloused yet tender. Why was he so good at hand holding, even now? How was that fair?

“Lance.” Keith’s breath was on his chin. He smelled like metal and mint leaves. “I-I feel the same way. The love bug, it didn’t get it all right, but it brought out feelings that were already there. I just didn’t want to say it.”

“And you’re sure this is you talking?”

Keith squeezed his hand and held it tightly. “Lance, can I kiss you?”

There were so many thoughts floating around in Lance’s head, and so many things he wanted Keith to know, but they didn’t really matter to this moment in time. Ultimately, they all added up to the same feeling, and at this very moment all Lance wanted to do was let Keith feel it too.

Lance squeezed his hand back. “Yes.”

Shark Week

Originally posted by jimkirks-rippedshirts

Leonard McCoy x reader

(All credit to gif owners. Also, I do not own Star Trek or any of it’s characters, only this story.)

Words: 960-ish

Imagine having your period on the USS Enterprise

Authors Note: So, I thought I would write this today to make myself feel better and keep my mind off of the cramps. And why not do so with my new fandom? I’m sorry if it sucks, but i hope you all like it! Also, sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors, along with anything I got wrong in the fandom.


You woke up and groaned, rolling over in bed. A certain unwelcome surprise came last night and you were not looking forward to the following week. After a few minutes you get up and shower, getting ready for your long shift on the bridge.

You grab coffee from the replicator before walking to your command desk, grunting slightly in pain as you sit down. You would have to go to sickbay shortly to get something for the pain.

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- Foolish -

I got an idea and wrote a thing over the course of a few days that started out trying to take the Cross x Dream comic’s plot and make a Dreamswap version of it, minus the pairing.

Originally I was trying to prove what a hilarious disaster it would be if that same concept happened in Dreamswap (even without the pairing) but then it shifted into something else entirely and actually turned out KINDA GOOD??

Like. I’m pretty proud of this dumb thing.

Original character creators:
Dream and Nightmare -> @jokublog
Cross -> @jakei95
Error -> @loverofpiggies
Ink -> @comyet

Also, since I haven’t had a chance to mention it, DS!Nightmare’s staff is actually more of a weapon than original Dream’s. The crescent moons are sharp; on one end, it’s double-sided, and on the other, the outside is dull so he can dramatically stand there with his hands on it.


Cross: Nightmare, help me the frick out.

Nightmare: Ugh, what now?


Cross: Help me help Ink realize that he’s an idiot.

Nightmare: Well, brutal honesty and harsh criticism are what I do best.

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Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 6)

The glass of milk on the table millimeters from Dark’s hand shatters into an explosion of glass and dairy product. The liquid splatters on Dark’s suit, and the Ego’s shell cracks but only faintly. “Good shot,” he drones, eyes moving up to glare at Wilford.

“I missed,” the pink Ego spits, still aiming the gun at Dark. “Next time, I won’t.”

Host crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, don’t hold your breath Wilford. I won’t stop you.” The other Egos—Bim, Silver, and Ed—look from Host to Dark and back.

Wilford pulls back the hammer of the gun and waits. “What do you want, Dark?”

Host snarls. “Shoot him, Wilford.”

“Don’t try to use your suggestions on me, Hosty,” Wilford warns. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Dark smiles sadistically. “Boys, please, there’s no need to fight.”

“Answer me now. You could’ve had us all wrapped around your little finger at this point, if you wanted. You’re back to full power. So, why haven’t you attacked yet?” Wilford takes a step closer to Dark across the table and leans over the dichromatic Ego.

Dark holds up his hands as if to show he means no harm and continues to smile. “I don’t know what you mean, Will. Don’t you know? I’ve decided to change my ways, turn over a new leaf, as it were.” Dark makes a turning over motion with one of his hands and shrugs. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Bull,” Host growls. “Warfstache!”

“What good will it do?” Wilford screams. “What good will it do to keep tearing each other apart?”

Bim steps forward, reaching up to place a hand on Wilford’s arm. “It’s alright, Wilfy. I understand what you’re trying to say.” Bim looks over at the Host. “We can’t kill Dark. He’ll just keep coming back no matter what, so why not try to solve this issue civilly?”

“Because Dark doesn’t do things civilly,” Host seems to beg. “Have you already forgotten what he did to us? What he did to Mark and Amy? Do you know what he would have done had Amy not stopped him in time?” Host is shaking with anger. “We can’t let him do that again.”

Dark places a hand over his heart—if he even has one. “But, Hosty. I’ve seen the error of my ways. Wilford’s little outburst taught me something.” Dark stands, reaching towards the other Egos. “Everything that I did, all the pain that I caused, where did it get me? Where did it get us? I thought that making the tough decisions would help everyone. I didn’t realize that it would end the way it did.”

“You certainly didn’t,” Host says, his voice trembling. “You expected to kill Mark, control the rest of us, and Amy…” He swipes his hand across the table with a crash of plates and silverware. “This is all nonsense! He can’t be trusted!”

Dark glances at the table. “You two can come out from under there, now.” Dr. Iplier and Mark come out from under the table slowly, and when Mark sees his evil counterpart, he has to force himself not to run. “I want to apologize to you most of all, Mark,” Dark says with a pained sigh. “What I did was unforgivable.”

Wilford taps Mark on the shoulder. “Here,” Wilford whispers, handing Mark his gun. “It’s your choice. He’s your Ego. You’re the only one here who can kill him, so you make the choice.” Mark looks at the gun in his hand, bewildered, and then up at Dark whose eyes are wide with apparent terror.

“Go ahead, Mark. I won’t blame you,” Dark says simply. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

Everyone in the room takes a collective breath. Google, in the pantry, is so consumed with his Lucky Charms that he still has no idea what’s going on. Mark raises the gun, aiming for Dark’s chest. Dark tortured him, he manipulated the other Egos, he tore out Host’s eyes, and he tried to take Amy from him. There’s no reason in Mark’s mind that he shouldn’t shoot Dark and end this once and for all. But can Mark actually kill someone? Even this monster?

Dark visibly trembles. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m the reason you don’t believe in second chances anymore,” he whispers, and Mark crumbles. He fires the gun at the wall to Dark’s right. The Ego flinches, but his eyes spring open when he realizes he isn’t dead. “Mark, I…”

Mark drops the gun. “Don’t talk to me.” Dr. Iplier takes Mark’s arm, and this time he doesn’t fight back.

“Let’s go up to the roof, let you get some fresh air.” Mark lets the Doctor pull him from the room. Each Ego watches them go, but when Dark glances around at the others, they’re all staring at him. And the Host… the Host looks ready to kill.

(Hmm… this got angsty a lot faster than I thought it would… I promise the next part will calm things down a bit!)

I figured since you both wanted a fluffy Rick I’d combine the two asks! Thank you for the kind words anon and I hope your days have been a little brighter @youre-fuckinbulletproof :D

(I apologise for any spelling or grammar errors. my eyes are puffy from crying. I had a very stressful day and now I can’t see properly lol)


It was your one year anniversary with Rick. You honestly didn’t think you would make it this long. You thought that eventually, you would get tired of the drinking, the lack of emotion shared, and the countless shenanigans that seem to revolve around him but you didn’t get tired at all. Every day was a new adventure with him and that thought alone always gave you butterflies in your stomach and brought a smile to your face.

“What’s so amusing?” Rick asked as he leaned against the door frame clearly he had been there watching you without you realising it.

“Huh? Oh, just thinking.” you hummed softly as you stood to your feet to go meet Rick at the door.

“Oh yeah? Thinking about what?” He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side slightly to emphasis his question.

“Just you.” You smirked and Rick tried his best to look annoyed but the small grin that etched his features told you otherwise.

“Come with me. I-I- urrrp I need help in another dimension.” He said, completely ignoring what you had previously said.

“With what? Is it dangerous? D-Don’t you usually take Morty with you?” you blinked in surprise. There were only a few rare times when you tagged along with Rick when he went to different realities. Mainly because he broke the rule of “No chicks on adventures” and because everytime you went through a portal it made you feel a little sick to your stomach.

“Nah, Morty can’t come this time. Don’t worry it’s not that dangerous.” He hummed as he pulled out his portal gun and shot it at the wall.

you watched as the green particles swirl around that formed the portal and you already felt your stomach drop, luckily you’ve never actually thrown up going through one, let us hope that doesn’t change ever.

“Oh and here” Rick placed a blindfold over your eyes and you jumped slightly when your vision became impaired.

“R-Rick what’s with the blindfold?” you asked hesitantly, your hands coming up in front of you only to be met by Rick’s chest. You didn’t know what was going on and it sort of scared you.

“Just trust me on this okay. I will explain it later.” He chuckled softly before leaning down to give you a small peck on the cheek as he grabbed your hand and lead you through the portal.

The moment you stepped through the portal you felt a cool breeze hit your face and you sighed happily at the feeling. Not to mention Rick hadn’t let go of your hand just yet. In fact, his fingers were interlocked with yours and you couldn’t help but smile. It was pretty rare of Rick to just hold your hand for any longer than a second or two so you really enjoyed this moment even if you couldn’t see anything.

A few seconds later you felt the blindfold slip off your face and you closed your eyes before squinting, trying to adjust to the brightness of your new surroundings. You blinked a few times before actually looking around to see that you were standing in a large flower field, filled with your favourite types of flowers. Your mouth made a small ‘o’ shape as you looked around in utter bewilderment. There was nothing dangerous here at all.

You looked up into the bright blue sky to see two moons of different sizes floating above the planet. One looked similar to Earths moon and the other was a pale blue colour. It felt like all the air was knocked out of your chest. the view was absolutely breathtaking.

“Rick this is beautiful!” You exclaimed happily as you looked over to him to see that he was already smiling at you.

“I thought you would like it.” He grinned as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a small but very sweet kiss to your lips.

“Happy anniversary babe.”

anonymous asked:

*sideyes that Da Vinci interview translation* Why pretend that Junko meant both SS and NH with her vague 'このラストをお聞きした', despite the fact that when asked directly about WHEN she heard about Naruto marrying Hinata she answered 'just before 'The Last''? And she even added that she thought Naruto would end up alone and wandering the world like Jiraiya? Here Junko simply says that she heard about this ending, and then Non-tan specifies what Kishi actually said: that SS would get together. That's it.

Mhm, you know, I was thinking the same. But I don’t know japanese and I also don’t care very much about such trivial things to point it out or comment on it. We had several trustworthy people translate this interview for us in the past, and it all pointed to the same conclusion. But I’d rather have another translator speak up if there’s any error there. Besides, I’m grateful OP delivered a more organized version of this interview.

Having that said….can we just talk about how cute this is?!

“Takeuchi: However, Sasuke is a man of few words, but he clearly conveys his own feelings. His line to Sakura in chapter 699 “See you next time… Thank you,” was a perfect proposal.
Nakamura: That’s right. He understands in the next scene that Sakura also clearly accepts his feelings.
Takeuchi: Because of that, his feelings might not have wavered no matter what kind of girls he might have met during the blank period of ten or so years.
Sugiyama: I think he has that unwavering sincerity.
Nakamura: The words spoken by Kakashi-sensei were what I understood as “This is Sakura’s love!” Sasuke gave Sakura cold words in return for her confession to him, but then, Kakashi-sensei said to Sasuke “It’s not that Sakura wants to make you hers! She just wants to save you!” I read this and thought “Kakashi-sensei gets it~” (laughs). Sakura, who had previously been in love with romance, currently wasn’t seeking reciprocation, and knew what true love was. I think that was a wonderfully depicted scene.
Sugiyama: I think the point when a distinct change was born in Sasuke’s heart may have been after his final showdown with Naruto. They each lost an arm at the end of the fight, and seeing this, Sakura gave both of them medical treatment. Even though she had nearly been killed by him many times, despite that, Sakura healed Sasuke, and furthermore, she forgave him, saying “seriously, sheesh” when he apologized for his actions up to that point saying “sorry.” There, it was not only romantic love, but he also probably felt a great love and a bond for her as a person. I think for sure that those feelings were also connected to the words “see you next time” after that. “

I love the VA’s so much. Not only because of their work, but also because they understand the characters they play better than anyone else, Kishi excluded. They know what kinda relationship SS has, how their bond works, how strong it is and that Sasuke and Sakura do not need many words to understand each other and see what the other is feeling. They’ve mentioned this in their recent interview as well.

Persuasion

Pairing: soulless!Sam x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, smut, oh yeah, and smut; oral (male and female receiving), no condom (wrap it before you tap it!)

Summary: Imagine catching Sam staring at you as you try to clean your weapons

A/N: IM SO SORRY I suck at summaries!! anyways, this was meant to be a drabble but I got carried away and this ended up being a one shot lol. I didn’t get a beta to read this, so it might have some errors, just ignore them. Enjoy!

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Little Bro

Fresuary Day Seven: Fresh meets his kid self

In an abandoned lot, two neon skeletons skated around doing various tricks. From a distance, they looked almost like father and son, or maybe two brothers who dressed alike. They laughed and talked casually as the breeze, looking to the world like the happiest people alive.

But of course that’s at a distance. Up close…

“Hey big bro mcman, how’d ya do the rad nasty trick again?” the smaller one asked.

“That widdle-waddle nightmare flip? Little buddy bro it ain’t so far out hard as you’re trying, you need to relax a little more little buddy,” the larger one replied. He skated over to the little guy and sat down on the board. “Show me what moves you got so far homeslice, then we’ll see. You’re pretty bright little bulb after all.” The skelly smiled, but it looked hollow, and even with the sunglasses one could sense a hard stare.  

“Shaw, I’m always cool big guy, I’m the chillest radtastic guy on the block. Nothin’ bothers me,” the little guy said, shrugging. When the big guy skated over, the little one stared a bit from behind his shades, watching him. Then he grinned broadly and said, “Hey, no problem my man, check out these moves.”

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ROCK AND READ 072 – Kyo interview (1/2)

The Opened Pandora’s Box.

original text by: Hayakawa Yosuke

sukekiyo, a side project started by Kyo from DIR EN GREY in 2013, has just released an audio and video collection “ADORATIO” that is only available at their concerts and through online orders.
It’s been over 13 years since the last feature interview, this time in addition to “ADORATIO” that has a considerable volume with 3 discs, 2 blu-spec CDs and a blu-ray disc, we will discuss in detail the abyss of the human named Kyo.
Why does he keep transforming, we will open this “Pandora’s box”.

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meldoyyy  asked:

hohoho dreamswap insomnia "i'm glad you finally saw reason and pulled away from those two"

“I’m glad you finally saw reason and pulled away from those two.”

Error looked back at Dream almost angrily. He wasn’t ready to hear this at all. After one of his panic attacks and the tail end of a misheard conversation, Error just couldn’t stay in the same house as Cross and Nightmare. He thought the two were his best friends, and that he would finally get rid of his social phobia if he learned to live with them. They seemed to accept him, and now he knew not to just let people in. The wall he had meticulously constructed around himself had been shattered, and along with it, most of the trust he had managed to harbor.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he simply said, turning back to his work.

Error had agreed in joining Dream’s organization, having gotten used to being something like a hidden contributor to the orphanage. He felt better than he had before while in Cross and Nightmare’s company, but he still missed them. They have been the first people to actually give him a home to call his own, to actually accept him for who he is, or at least, that’s what he had thought.

He felt happy and accomplished, having a job that brought happiness to people around him. He loved to knit all kinds of clothes to the kids, along with dolls and puppets. He remembered having felt warm when seeing the reaction of the first kid he had given some of his creations to. He was more than happy here.

Why did it still hurt this much?

Dream could feel how Error’s thoughts were getting more negative within the minute, and how his aura was darkening, and rushed to deepen his own positive aura, to try and soothe his new found friend.

He watched the other, whom seemed to be finishing to knit a doll, as by request of one of the kids, and tried to smile soothingly at him when he managed to get his attention with his intense staring.

“We will take good care of you here, Error. You won’t need to worry about anything anymore.” he promised, more to himself than to Error.

He wouldn’t commit the same mistake twice.


Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Dream belongs to @jokublog

Dreamswap belongs to @onebizarrekai