i tried at least 10 times before

Concept: an immortal who doesn’t shy away from photos or paintings. Draws self portraits on cave walls. Photobombs everything with a pout and a suave pose. Commissions numerous portraits of themself as a literary Romantic before faking their death. Tries to be at least slightly famous every time they have a new identity. Creates a conspiracy blog linking all their past photos together before mysteriously disappearing in mysterious circumstances. Mysteriously. Usually only disappears for 10 to 20 years after “"dying”“ before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. “Ah, fuck. You’ll never guess who’s resurfaced again.” “Fucking… Dave?” “Fucking Dave.

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.2

Part 1// Part 2

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn’t going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn’t easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn’t see the Mafia guy… He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn’t even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn’t see anything, he probably couldn’t either. You took one step… A second one… You couldn’t hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.

“Oh well, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me.”

You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice… It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.

“What do you want from me? Get away.”, you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but…

He wasn’t walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why’d he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn’t as big as you’d thought. And not as… scary. One could even say it was… cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn’t anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn’t stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn’t right in front of you this time.

“To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn’t as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we’ve got something to talk about. Sit down.”

You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn’t he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you? 

“About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ”, you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn’t change a thing about all this? You didn’t want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn’t help it, you were scared.

“Either you sit down yourself or I’ll help you with it. It’s your choice.”, he said. You could tell he wasn’t messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn’t want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to  calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn’t lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you’d felt comfortable in the first place.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”, you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.

“Don’t you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don’t just abduct someone because I’m bored. That’s not worth the effort.”

You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn’t wonder at all, wasn’t kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking…? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.

“I do.”, you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.

“Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It’s a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative… under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You’ve been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It’s funny what people do for money.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn’t be true…He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you’d got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia…? And how often you’d done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life… You couldn’t… you didn’t want to believe that, they weren’t part of the Mafia.

“Y-your lying… Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I’m just an average person, I haven’t… I  mean… Why?”, you asked him confused. All this didn’t make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.

“I don’t now either, I’m not the head of the Mafia. I’m a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about… Your new life. And why would I lie to you?”

By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by ‘new life’?

“My new life? Are you completely… What do you mean by that? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I’m quite happy with my old one!” You didn’t even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to care.

“The Mafia isn’t. Guess who’s more powerful. But let’s start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying… And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can’t set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going.”

You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You’d told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn’t been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn’t noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must’ve been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies… The Police. Maybe the Police wasn’t their worst enemy anymore.

However, you didn’t need to think twice about that. You weren’t, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You’d rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that’s exacty what you were going to do…

“No way. I’m not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.”,you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you’d give in.

The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn’t seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.

“Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don’t need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I’d consider it as long as I’ve got the chance.” He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren’t dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn’t want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others… No, you didn’t have a choice.

“Forget it. I’m not going to work for the Mafia.”

“Is that your last word, (Y/N)?”, he asked sighing.

You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this… All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn’t even want to think about your parents… You didn’t want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you’d seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you’d saved Officer Millers life.

The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered,  finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.

“Ah, and (Y/N)… I’m not supposed to tell you, but… As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated.”

You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door…


“Wait. WAIT!!!”, you screamed in panic.

The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.

“Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your teacher for the next months.”

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Zach: I don’t understand why we’re here.

Courtney: Our daughter wants to show us her new house and you haven’t really spent time with her or really tried to get to know her boyfriend. 

Zach: Well she hasn’t spent time with me. Maybe we would have been closer if i wasn’t put away for so many years.  

Courtney: Well maybe now is the time.

Zach: Well I am here aren’t I?  Jeez, this house smells weird. You’d at least think they’d spruce up the place before we came here.

Jules: We did. Maybe the smell is an issue you need to deal will. 

Zach: …

Jules: Also, Neha told me to tell you, thank you for finally coming. My parents are in the back foyer waiting.

Zach: Wait, your parents? You didn’t say anything abut his parents attending! 

Courtney: Because you would have avoided it. Don’t you think it’s time we meet? 

Train To Busan - Astro AU (3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Okay so I highly recommend you watch the movie or read the plot bc it’ll make more sense when you read it

special shoutout for @literal-ktrash @puppycat-eyes for helping me through my writing slump and @mystic-astro-trash for motivating me when I was gonna abandon it

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rad-ragdoll  asked:

for your headcanon thing, what about Kaminari? I'm sure someone's already asked for Kirishima xD

Ask me a bnha character and I’ll respond with ten head canons

1.) Aggressively bi

2.) Really good at video games. Any kind. Whenever the classes get together to play Mario Party (or any multiplayer game) everyone always wants Kami on their team. His hand-eye coordination is crazy good.

3.) Is really good at picking up on people’s moods. Even when he doesn’t know the person. He tells everyone it’s his second quirk.

4.) Has street smarts flowing out his butt. 

5.) Tries so hard to be hip and trendy and desperately wants everyone to believe that he isn’t trying. He has all the popular magazines under his bed like it’s porn. He would die if anyone found them. Everyone knows and thinks he’s the second tackiest person in class (kiri is the first)

6.) Likes classic literature and, just like the trendy magazines, he hides them under his bed. He thinks people will make fun of him because he isn’t school smart but reads the kind of novels your lit teacher would force you to read. 

7.) *Actually tries really hard in school and it bothers him when people tease him for being “stupid”.

8.) At one point in time he tried dying a lighting bolt onto the other side of his hair. It was a mistake.

9.) Had braces that got removed juuuuust before entering UA. As in he even took the entrance exam with braces. His teeth were all sorts of crooked before hand.

10.) Owns at least one Pikachu plushie. He sleeps with it.

*I wanted to add that it’s canon that it’s hard to get into UA and I don’t think they would accept someone who isn’t intelligent. You have to be smart in order to be a hero and there was even a written portion of the exam. I just think that compared to the others in class 1-A Kami would look less intelligent. He isn’t dumb, but who doesn’t look like an idiot compared to Miss S rank in intelligent Momo?


My Review of The Originals 4x05 - I Hear You Knocking

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who is still confused by The Hollow. It’s essentially faceless right now and that’s what makes it so frightening. It could be anyone or anything. After watching this episode it didn’t help to clarify things, but whatever The Hollow’s end game is I have a feeling it’s going to take a lot of power to stop it.

- Favourite Scenes

1. Freya
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how bad-ass Freya is? That girl had a head injury but still managed to say screw it my brother is in danger, I need to go help him or it ain’t going to end well. I truly applaud that girl and honestly the Mikealson family will probably be screwed if Freya hadn’t came into the picture. That girl has some serious fire and magic. You do not want to mess with her in any way.

2. Klaus and Marcel
Eh, I don’t think it was particular smart of Klaus to show Marcel the weapon that could kill him….I’m pretty sure it’ll be the first thing he’d be after once he figures how to get out of the same jail cell he put Klaus in. But putting that to the side for a minute. The mind games The Hollow played throughout the episode with both of them was downright creepy. I can’t imagine the feeling of having your mind completely manipulated like that. Which makes me wonder if The Hollow has something to do with the ancestors buried in the cemetery? Or like I mentioned before if it could have something to do with Davina?

- Least Favourite Scene

1. Sofya
Why is it whenever Marcel gets a “girlfriend” she becomes incredibly annoying? It happened with Aya (even though technically her and Marcel weren’t a thing) and now it’s happening again with Sofya. I don’t know why she so desperately want’s to kill Klaus, but honey, plenty have tried and each of them have failed Please bring back Davina, Cami and even Rebekah? Because I rather them have screen time then Sofya…

- My rating of the episode (it will be a rating out of 10)
I will rate this episode a 7 and a half/10

- Favourite quote/line
ELIJAH: And if you should indeed prevent the redemption of the cruel, wicked, the vindictive Niklaus Mikaleson. I promise you, I’ll deliver another kind of nightmare.

so through pure crazy happenstance, my entire 4-person ESO dungeon crew was on at the same time, and we decided to run Blackheart, which we hadn’t sucessfully done yet (ran it once with 3 people: healer, tank, squishy DPS. did not end well.).but our less squishy dps rogue was on so we tried again.

and had ZERO problems until we hit the final boss, Blackheart himself, who is apparently only supposed to use his “unavoidable pounce that turns you into a mostly useless skeleton for 20 seconds” attack on the tank. and he was using it on EVERYONE. there was a point where our tank was the only one NOT turned into a useless skeleton, and it seemed to last a LOT longer than 20 seconds (plus he would pounce again the second you turned back, before you even got to your feet. and it can’t be blocked or dodged.)

his swarming ads (dumb little skeleton archers are only supposed to spawn for six at a time but we were easily getting 10 or more. I caught like 7 in a well timed ultimate attack of a stun/dot bubble and there were still at least three fucking about, not counting teammates that were skeletized.

we wiped. twice. and then we tried a trick we saw online: there’s a spot on the map where there’s a rock just off the beach, and the ads will all try to swarm you there and cluster up tight enough to be easily dispatched with a couple of aoe attacks, buying several minutes to hack away at the boss unhindered. awesome. let’s try that.

except that’s not what happened.the boss tried to use the teleport-pounce to skeletize our healer, who was on the only spot for a good ten feet in every direction where he could STAND while the rest of us were swimming nearby.

he teleported and never came back.

schrodinger’s boss got stuck outside the game boundaries, neither alive nor dead. and no amount ofwaiting or leaving the dungeon and coming back in would fix it.

we broke the fucking dungeon. on the last boss.


Imagine #3 - Sleepless Nights [Ross]

Inspired by Madeline Juno’s song ‘Restless’.

“(Y/N), please come to bed,” Ross tiredly said from behind you. You were sitting in front of the coffee table in the living room of your shared apartment and shook your head no, despite it already being past 2 AM.

Lately, it felt like your mind was running a thousand miles a second and you desperately tried to bring all those thoughts to paper before forgetting them. Losing track of time while doing so caused you to barely get any sleep, though.

“How much sleep have you gotten in the past two days?” he asked sighing and plopped down on the floor next to you.

“I don’t know. 5 hours, maybe?” you shrugged and kept writing and sketching out your thoughts and ideas.

“That’s at least 10 hours too little,” he stated and stopped your hand from moving, gently taking the pencil out of it. “You’ll burn out if you keep on staying up all night every night.”

“But I need to get these ideas out before I forget them,” you whined and tiredly tried to grab the pencil but Ross held it out of your reach.

“What you need now is sleep,” he coaxed as he helped you up. “Come on, you can get right back to it after you wake up. The ideas won’t just disappear and who knows, you might get even more when you give both your body and brain some rest.”

Until then, you didn’t even realize that Ross had brought you to the bedroom, tucked you in and got in right next to you, his arm securely around your waist.

You tried your best to relax and fall asleep but it was to no avail. Your mind was still racing and the more you tried to rest, the more restless you became. Thinking that Ross had fallen back asleep, you attempted to slip out of bed again.

“(Y/N)…” Ross squinted his eyes open and pulled you closer, tightening his grip a little more.

You frowned and reluctantly rested your head back on his chest. “But I can’t sleep.”  

“Why? What’s on your mind?” Ross asked and gently ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to make you sleepier since that had always worked before.

“I don’t know. There’s like one thought leading to another and before I know it, there are a million thoughts I can’t get rid of. Can you please switch off my mind?” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, love, but I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Is there anything else I can do to help you?”

“Distract me?” you asked, repositioning yourself so your head rested next to his on the pillow instead of his chest. Ross’ hand reached up to your face, his thumb lightly rubbing circles against your cheekbone.

“What from?”

“Myself,” you whispered, barely audible.

Being a deep thinker himself, Ross knew exactly how hard it could be to break the circle of your own thoughts sometimes and gave you a sympathetic smile. He didn’t seem to care that it was almost 3 in the morning and that he had an early band rehearsal later, when he started to talk in a soft tone.

He told you about his day, the last tour, the new album the band was working on, film projects he was excited to audition for or to be a part of; Pretty much everything that came to his mind. All that, while gently running his fingers through your hair and pressing kisses onto your forehead every now and then.

While listening to his every word, you slowly felt yourself relax a little more and your mind seemed to calm down as well. But unlike Ross, you were still far away from being able to sleep. His words were becoming more and more repetitive as he was desperately trying to stay awake for you, constantly stifling his yawns.

“Babe, don’t fight the sleep. You have to get up soon and it’s gonna be a long day. I’ll be fine.” You kissed his cheek and ran your hand through his soft hair. “But thank you for staying up with me this long.”

“Will you please stay with me, though? I want to cuddle,” he said after a moment, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. Ross knew very well, that you always wanted to help others out and had a hard time saying no. His pleading look was just an extra to really make sure you stayed with him.

“Of course.” You smiled lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Ross whispered back, already half asleep.

Though you had another pretty much sleepless night and did not get any more sleep than you did the nights before, you felt a lot more relaxed as your mind seemed to have settled a bit. In times like this, you were glad to have Ross in your life to help keep you sane, even if that meant staying up all night despite having a long day of work ahead.  

Angel VI - Writer!AU

Word count - 1311
Summary - Being the assistant of the writer Do Kyungsoo is rather.. interesting.

Chapters: (1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10)

“Good lord, all foods on a stick. What is that?!” You reply with a sarcastic ‘good morning’ as you try to cover it with your hair, but Yixing coming closer to examine doesn’t make you feel any less exposed to your gift this morning. “Did you meet a bloodsucker on the way here?! That is not a very discreet hickey.”

His reaction is exquisite, “More like Do Kyungsoo, the lifesucker.”

Memories of this morning come back to life, there has been a slight shift in ways to annoy each other when it comes to you two. Occasionally, Kyungsoo would still send you out to do meaningless things such as telling you to handwrite his perfectly printed schedule for the week, to just in the end tell you he can’t read it and use the printed version. All just to get on your bad side.

Then he has those days where he wakes up with the mood to make you flustered, to tease you. Just like today, when he attached his pouty lips to your collarbones just because you weren’t able to join him to his trip to Busan because you had an appointment with Yixing.

Yixing throws a scarf your direction and turns around telling you to cover it up, and when you tell him you are done he acts as if he has been holding up his breath for ages. “Thanks for letting me lend your scarf.”

“Believe me the pleasure is all mine, so now that all stains are.. ‘erased’.. let’s talk about the success of your short story! This has to be celebrated! So I think you shouldn’t be wearing baggy sweatpants tonight.” It amazes you how positive he can make you.

“Thank you so mu-”

Someone interrupts your words with repeated calls of your name, turning around you see someone unexpected standing in the doorway.


“Hyung! What are you doing here?” Jongin seems really out of breath, his hair is completely a mess though that kind of suits him.

“This is my place you punk,” he kicks his butt, “get out.”

Jongin ignores his words and just let’s his butt get kicked repeatedly while he points at your breathlessly but manages to talk, “I need you,” he pulls you with him.

“What? No! Dongsaeng is mine today.” Yixing protests but before he can even stop Jongin, he already has already turned around the corner with you following. “Kim Jongin I am older than you!”

Ignoring Yixing’s last words he shouts, “Goodbye, hyung!” quickly before the two of you completely disappear.

“Sorry for interrupting the two of you, I guess I just really wanted to speak to you.” He scratches the back of his head, “I kind of wanted to apologize and explain my behavior at the last party.”

“That’s okay,” you shrug as you hold a warm cup of tea between your hands blowing away the steam. Even though you said it’s no problem, judging by his expression he doesn’t feel the same way. Something is still bothering him.

“It’s just that.. I guess that I just envied you.” Him envying you? The son of a millionaire that can seriously bathe in freshly printed bills? He laughs when he sees your frowned face and continues explaining. “You see I got accepted in this fancy pants arts place for my dancing in France, which is my dream, but since my father is so opposed to me going I have to throw my chance in the bin.”

“Why are you letting him stop you though? If you want to go.. then just go.”

“It’s not that simple, I also have my g-”

You interrupt him, “I think it is that simple. I don’t see why his opinion about your future is more important than your own. I know he is important, he is your father anyway. But I think you are old enough to decide for yourself, besides are you willing to live with the regret of not going?” He says nothing. “I thought so. I should go now..”

Taking your cup in hand you bid him farewell as you get up to leave, right before you walk outside the door he calls you to a halt. “Oh and.. thank you.” He smiles.


“What is that hideous thing around your neck?” You can see his frown through the screen.

“Oh this?” your hand reaches the scarf that is around your neck to cover up, “it’s Yixings.”

“Well, take it off.”

Does he really want the whole world to see what he did to you or something? “No.”


“No.” You protest again.

Now.” He demands.


“Do you want me to mark you on a more visible spot next time?” He threatens, and even though he is an arrogant self-satisfied jerk.. he does always keep his word when it comes to stuff like this. “Wouldn’t that feel much better?”

“Not really no,” you try to reach for it again but he quickly holds it out of your reach. “Come on, Kyungsoo. I can’t show up with something like this tonight.”

His lips curve into a cheeky smile as he mumbles, “I don’t mind looking at it all night.” While holding his laugh. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” But he laughs anyway. “Hey look, I am still in Busan I have to get something done with Junmyeon, okay? I won’t make it back home so you should go by yourself to the party. I will meet you there. I swear.” He teases you by placing his lips to the front camera and laughs before he says goodbye.

But where is he?

You are standing in one of the most beautiful dresses you have ever even laid eyes upon, while the party take place inside that has been thrown for you, and you are waiting for the man who promised you he’d be here. It has been over 2 hours and you have tried to reach his cellphone for at least 10 times now, yet he hasn’t picked up a single time. Yixing has tried to push you inside multiple times, but has failed every attempt to succeed.

At the moment, you are growing desperate. He promised he’d be there, and half an hour too late he can’t even text you to tell you why he’s running late? Or at least tell you he is late?

You decide to just head inside, with a heavy heart and a head down. What if something happened to him?

By the time you are back inside after all the people congratulating you and giving you compliments on how your short story has affected their perspectives, you get back to head over to Yixing, who welcomes you with open heart. Also concerned about your worries. “I can’t believe he said he’d come, I worked on this so hard for months and he just stood me up. I want to be mad at him, but what if it’s because something happened?” Right then someone catches your eyes.

“Junmyeon!” How did he get here? Wouldn’t he have driven with Kyungsoo to the party if they were together in Busan? Ignoring your question where Kyungsoo is, he instead congratulates you with a big hug. He obviously has consumed a lot, again. Like.. usually. “Junmyeon, you really need to tell me where Kyungsoo is.”

“Uhh..” he slurs, “the hospital.” You want to ask him if he is kidding. Ask him if he is serious. Make it clear for yourself that he isn’t saying random stuff because he is drunk. But when you ask him to confirm it, the words still don’t hit you. As if your world has stopped for a second and you can’t comprehend the information that is being passed to you right now. “I said the hospital!! Hospital!!”

“Then what the hell are you doing there! Why aren’t you with him?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?”

Junmyeon giggles, and shrugs. “ohhhh, it’s not him! It’s that Miyoung that got into an accident.”

A/N: Yea, after ages of not updating this story I kinda feel like this is a bad chapter but it gets extremely dramatic from here so hm.. it was so short it’s embarrassing. I will update the next one quickly, as an err.. christmas present :)?

I have a little pokemon go story.

It’s all about self discovery, and correct decisions… enjoy.

So, There was this team Instinct gym being fought. So I walked over, and as soon as it was defeated, I stuck my flareon in there. My flareon is 1382 CP (not too amazing but w/e), I named it “Blaze It”, and they’re beautiful. ANYWAY. So I’m like “Hey if it was my team, they’ll just stick their pokemon in there with mine and be on their way.”

It was not however, and the gym was being attacked again within the next second.

I was in luck!

And by luck, I mean I was presented with an opportunity to be a complete dick, and I took it.

Obviously it was some team Mystic person, because all the other gyms were blue around me. So I stayed there, and I waited around for 10-12 seconds before clicking on the gym, and catching it JUST as they defeated it.

As soon as that happened, I stuck Dante (my Hypno) in there, and then healed up Blaze It.

AGAIN, they tried to take it, but I repeated what I did before, and replaced Dante with Blaze It. This person was a crusin’ for a brusin’ and kept coming at me, so I flippin’ did this AT LEAST twenty more times, all the while laughing to myself with glee at the thought of how frustrated they must be.

As I left Blaze It to get their butt torn off once again, I went in and re-named Dante to “LOL GET REKT”…

As soon as Blaze It was defeated, I stuck Dante in there, fitted with his shiny new, mocking title, and then I waited.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝒆𝓭.

I waited for another five minutes or so, and someone threw in a 2k+ CP gyarados, so even if they came back, my fun would have been over if they managed to defeat me, but not the gyarados anyway.

I had a good time while it lasted!


Moral of the story is…

I know I regretted not joining Instinct… and I still sort of do… but I think by doing this at 3 am, religiously sitting at a gym for the sole purpose of making someones life a living hell… doing it all for shits and giggles…

This has proven I’m on the correct team.

I’m an asshole.

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20. I’M A LEG MAN.


























Spectrum - Ch 14

Chapter Index: [ 1 ] -  [ 2 ] - [ 3 ] - [ 4 ] - [ 5 ] - [ 6 ] - [ 7 ] - [ 8 ] - [ 9 ] - [ 10 ] - [ 11 ] - [ 12 ] - [ 13 ]

This chapter was hard. I say that about every chapter, but, well - you’ll see. These next few chapters are gonna be flashback-heavy.

Chapter 14! In which two skeletons are both self-depreciative, both exhibit unusual abilities, and are both really having trouble keeping themselves together.

In very different ways.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I've been away for a few days, and I just wondering if you could update me on any Larry moments that occurred during the summertime ball and Cardiff shows? I totally understand if not, but thanks anyway!! :D

Sure thing, babe!


Formation during WMYB - THIS RIGHT HERE is the best moment of WWA and OTRA. So, as you can see, our ship is lost and not in the correct position for the song. But, never fear, because the compass is always there to steer him, and gestures as if to say “c’mon, love.” Harry immediately scurries over there as fast as his long Bambi legs can take him, and proceeds to leave absolutely zero space in between the two of them so that we got THIS amazing photograph. Then you can see Louis’ fondly or smugly smile as if to say, “yup, I love this little popstar. He listens so well. I’ll reward him later.” Amazing. Beautiful. 10/10. Would recommend seeing it 32 times in theaters, or at least as many times as your budget allows.

Next to You during You & I - I’m loving that their mic stands are now arranged so Harry and Louis are next to each other for the ballads. Perfect position for serenading, as Louis shows us in this exhibit, with a very, very subtle glance at Harry during “they never tried like us.”


Arrivals - As you can see here, we got Next to You during the arrivals. We got a repeat of the night before with the arm touch! However, we have to also mention their clothes. Louis, here, is wearing YSL. Yes. He’s wearing YSL, the brand Harry is a poster child for. Oh, but, there’s more. Harry’s wearing Louis Vuitton. See what they did there? Also, doesn’t Harry’s shirt look like the zig zag of Charlie Brown’s?

Next to You interview - Well, it’s not really an interview. But, we got Next to You in a couple of vines and snapchats of the boys shaking their asses.

Interview banter - How I have missed them just bantering back and forth. Anyway, in this interview, they were asked who the most famous person they took a selfie with was. Harry’s fumbling for an answer, and Louis tells him to “pull one out of the bag” and “just do it.” Harry proceeds to answer a Prince in Dubai.

Last member to be married - In the same interview, the boys were asked who they thought the last member to get married would be. Liam points a thumb over at Harry and Louis and says “this pair.” Harry and Louis look offended and then Louis clarifies, “us two?” while nodding over to Harry. Liam then points over at Niall, and interviewer as “Louis and Niall?” Then Louis says “me and Niall? I don’t know.” Liam tries to cover it up by talking about how the both of them go out a lot. Lima Bean, you’ve upset the frog and now you’ll have to deal with the wrath of the hedgehog. Good luck, pal.

Power couple strut - During the show, we got this beautiful power couple walk.

Sugarscape - It’s possible that one of Harry’s friends posted a picture of Harry and Louis with a heart caption on the Sugarscape Instagram. You can see more about that here.


Harry during the show - He was wild. I mean, watch this. And he was moaning and having the crowd shout “yeah, baby” and… something had gotten into him. (Likely because Louis hadn’t yet that day, but, you know.) I’m sure they took care of that the second they got off stage.

Next to You & obvious serenading during Little Things - We all know Harry goes out of his way to look at Louis during Little Things, but now it’s really easy for him to do so, and he definitely took advantage of it. I mean. A flashing neon sign is more subtle than this.

Next to You during You & I - We got a repeat of the first show in Cardiff, where Louis yet again turns to look at Harry during “they never tried like us.” This was a lot less subtle. Maybe we didn’t make a big enough fuss the first time. Sorry, Lou. 

WMYB formation - Harry was next to Louis again, again very close together.

Playing with a ball on stage - I don’t know if this is really a “moment,” but I’m so used to being starved of Larry interactions that I’ll include it. Harry’s trying to kick a beach ball, Louis kicks and misses, and then Harry kicks it. Amazing how, if this would have happened in WWA, we would have talked about it for two weeks. Yet, now we have all these other amazing things!!

I may have forgotten a couple of things, but I tried to get as much as I could! Basically, there is a WHOLE lot of Next to You now, especially during the concerts. They’re slowly but surely interacting in public again as well. I feel like we’ve gotten more Larry moments in 72 hours than we would for months at a time during 2014, so this is kinda sorta really awesome.

iKON as Students

Hanbin: Acts all hip hop and cool then trips over his own foot during gym classes because he just can’t with sports, he is also the member who doodles on other people’s books and act all philosophical when teacher asks a question, gorilla-runs to the cafeteria and blocks the whole entrance (super competitive) just so he can be first to get food, also first to run out of campus once the end-of-school bell rings

Bobby: The typical high-school popular basketballer, other than that he also loves to gym (if he isn’t dozing off in class he’s probably in the gym), girls swoon over and flock towards him, he is extremely popular and he knows and does many things to please them even further, other boys on campus hates him because he gets all the girls, can’t really study but no one cares because he’s hot

Jinhwan: Quiet and meticulous student in class, easy to approach as acquaintance but hard to get close to, secretly aces his exams but nobody knows because he does not brag, always the most rational student, great at sports and basketball coach told him he’d have him on his team if he was a bit taller, those kind of kid that you will see sitting underneath the big tree eating an apple interacting with nature and read storybooks until the school closes

Yunhyeong: The other more popular boy in school, always a sweetheart and takes good care of anyone around him, tries his best in all his classes, never brags and is always contented with what he has, always a happy pill smiling at everyone when he walks into school, also the one who is basically all the cafeteria vendors favourite boy because he is so angelic and polite

Junhoe: Thinks he is popular but he is not, always commenting things like ‘this module is totally made for me’ but does only okay in the end, does not copy any notes in class because he feels his brain can remember them all, always fighting with Hanbin for the first to be at the cafeteria, demands for more food because he claims he is a growing handsome boy, very proud of his skills at foot volleyball, always very smug, teachers are always cautious of him because if they compliment him his self esteem explodes and that’s it, nothing else goes in anymore

Donghyuk: The well-known high flyer, perfectionist, not only straight ‘A’s but even scoring for Conduct and Leadership. Always Class Prefect since elementary school, answers all the teachers’ questions in class, submits 50000 words write-up research homework the day after the teacher issues it, gets at least 10 medals and plaques every year, but surprisingly has a great deal of male friends

Chanwoo: Always a bit blur in school but tries his very best to catch up, the secret angel who sweeps the cafeteria floor every morning before any cleaners reach the school, always very nice and shy but opens up a lot more after you get to know him, young but very intellectual, super kind and cute, those shy girls secretly crush on him

Body of Roses (Punk!Luke Fan Fiction) Chapter - 9

Photo not mine (Though I did edit a bit)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Warning: Violence, Offensive Language

Rating: A-14 (Read at own risk)

Word Count: 1,839

It felt as though time had slowed almost to the point where everything was frozen. My body and mind had no idea how to react to what just happened down in that cellar. I couldn’t think about anything right now, my thoughts all jumbled together creating a mess in my head. The only thing I could focus on was Luca and how he was safe.

“We need to go,” I heard Luca say from above me though he sounded muffled. His arms snaked through mine pulling me from the rain soaked ground lightly to my feet. “Ella, come on.”

No matter how hard I tired my feet wouldn’t move. “Luke,” I breathed out as my brain started to uncluttered itself. “Oh my God,” I whispered staring at my brother with wide eyes. “We need to go back. Luke’s down there. You don’t understand, Jai will…” Kill him.  

I began turning back to the cellar’s door just as Luca pulled me out of the ally. “We need to get help.” He told me then continued after taking in my uncertain facial expression. “It’s the only way we can help Luke, Ella.”

I nodded my head knowing that going back down into the cellar would only grant us a death wish. The only thing we could do was find a shop open near by but with the power out from the storm, every store we ran by to be closed limiting our options from slim to zero.

“There has to be a shop open somewhere.” I muttered to myself knowing that if we had to run back to our house to get help I might as well kiss Luke goodbye. 

As if my prayers had been answered, the convenience shop on the corner of the street had it’s flashing open sign on in it’s window. Luca and I pretty well ran down the door, wheezing and coughing in attempts to catch our breath from the run.

“Phone 911,” Luca wheezed. The man behind the counter hesitated as if we were pulling a practical joke on him before Luca reached over the counter and grabbed the phone dialing the number as quickly as he could. “Hi we need police and an ambulance. A man took my friend into captive and is threatening his life. Okay. Yes. On Queens St. in the old Geno’s cellar. Uh-huh. Okay.” And with that Luca hung up.

“So what now?” I asked him but he just shrugged.

“I guess we just pray to God that nothing happens to him.”


Luke’s P.O.V

I held back yet another scream as the knife dug into my thigh from Tyse’s powerful arms. 

“I have to saying, Hemmings.” Jai started. He was sat in a chair facing mine watching me as if this were a movie. “Sacrificing your own life for a girls trauma and pain, now that’s quite the love story.”

Through the pain I felt a smile tug at the ends of my mouth. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself over there.” I told him. “Because once my boys find out that you killed me it won’t be a party… at least not for you.”

He gave me a cold smirk. “What boys? You dropped out of my gang when you realized you could never lead it. What idiots would want you as their leader?”

“Who said anything about a gang?” I asked, his eyebrows shot up but I didn’t feel the need to elaborate. If I knew my three best friends as well as I think I do then I know that they aren’t going to let Jai just prance around town without payback.

“Again.” Jai called out to Tyse who sent the knife back into my thigh making me yell out in pain.

My eyes fell back on Jai noticing the small smile of defeat on his face. Like hell I would let him win. Even though I was in quite the mess up I knew this wouldn’t be the last of me, it just couldn’t.

“Again.” He repeated for the seventh time. Just before Tyse could bring the knife down into my thigh the sound of sirens from outside filled the cellar’s walls. Jai turned to his men. “You three,” He pointed to the three men who he wanted. “Go outside and distract the police, run around the block if you have to. Just do everything you can to keep them from coming down here.”

The three men left without a single objection as Jai turned his attention back to me and nodded at Tyse to continue. A scream lifted from the back of my throat louder than the others finding it harder each time to contain the noise. I lost track by now of how many times that knife had gone into my thigh before a loud bang came from the direction of the cellar door.

“Get down!” I heard someone yell praying and hoping that help was finally here.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Jai hissed at Tyse and Rowan. “Go stop the cops from getting in here.”

The two nodded racing towards the entrance of the cellar. Jai watched me with suspicion before getting up from his chair and walking past me. “Just so you know, Hemmings, this isn’t over yet.”

I heard his footsteps get quieter behind me then the sound of a door opening and closing sent me into thought. There was another way out.

I studied the ropes that had me tied down knowing I wouldn’t be able to break free of them by jiggling my arms around. With all of Jai’s men focused on fighting off the officers, I got to my feet with the chair still attached to me and limped my way into the wall trying to break the chair. It took me at least five tries before it broke and my restraints fell off. I quickly made my way over to where I heard Jai walk to in attempts to find the door. The cuts on my thigh made me wince every time I put pressure on my leg making it frustrating to walk.

Finally finding the old rotten door that camouflaged into the dirt walls of the cellar, I let myself squeeze through as I began my walk down the tight passage way. It was a 10 minute walk before I surfaced back above ground popping up near the malls entrance which wasn’t too far from Ella’s house.

I looked around the parking lot hoping to catch any clue that might lead me to Jai. But there was nothing. He was gone.


Ella’s P.O.V

My mom made us all hot chocolate that night as my entire family sat around the fireplace. None of us spoke a word not knowing what to say or do. You can’t prepare yourself for a situation like this and I could tell by my mom’s face that the sense of not knowing how to fix this was killing her.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed.” I told them starting to get to my feet.

“You’ve hardly touched your hot chocolate.” My father commented but I only shrugged.

“Guess I’m not that hungry.” I didn’t give them my regular good night kiss, instead I went straight to my room and curled up on my bed. I didn’t realize I was even crying until I felt a tear dampen my pillow case. 

Everything that’s happened since Luke came into my life has been a complete mess. From getting a concision, to remembering how to feel again, to today in the cellar. And looking back at everything now I think I finally understand why theses tears are coming. They’re not because of the messed up life I’m living or because I have no idea if Luke’s safe. I’m crying because I realize that there’s nothing in the world that I would have traded for the moments I spent with Luke. And that’s beautiful. They weren’t sad tears, they were happy ones. And maybe the reason why I was crying tears of joy in the saddest moment of my life was because my feelings are so fucked up right now that I don’t know how to function anymore.

Just then, I felt the bed dip beside me causing me to jump and turn to see who it was. A wave of relief and pure bliss washed over me as I brought Luke into my arms.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him pulling away.

“I had to make sure you were okay.” He told me. “By the way, you should move your room downstairs so I don’t have to climb up the side of the house to get into your window, especially when I’m injured.”

My eyes traveled down his body stopping at the darkened spot on the material of his jeans over his thigh. I ran to turn on my bedroom light before making my way back over to Luke to asses his injury. Opening my top drawer of my desk, I grabbed a pair of scissors and began cutting his jeans back to where the injury was.

“Oh my God,” I breathed out as I looked at the gashes feeling a bit queasy. “We need to get you to a hospital now.”

Before I could even take one step towards my door I felt Luke’s hand tug me back down on my bed. “I’ll go later,” He told me. “Right now I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Luke.” I rushed trying to get to the point. “Now lets go, you need stitches.”

“Ella please,” He took my hand in his intertwining our fingers. “Just put a cloth around it for now.”

I felt my jaw clench in argument but decided against forcing Luke to the hospital. As I went through my closet, I found an old t-shirt that I probably last wore in grade 5 before sitting back on my bed with Luke. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol that sat on my nightstand in for in case I cut myself too deep from the razor and rubbed some on the shirt and Luke’s wounds. He hissed out in pain while I apologized the entire time before securing the shirt around his thigh and tying it in a double knot.

“That’ll have to do.” I told him. Turning off the lights again and lifting the covers up for both Luke and I to get under. “Will you stay the night with me?”

“Of course.” He mumbled kissing the top of my head.

“And when I wake up, will you still be here?”

He looked me in the eyes before nodding his head. “Yes.”

I smiled up at him, lying my head on his chest careful not to hurt him. “Luke?” He hmmed in response letting me know I had to share his attention with tiredness. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me.”

I felt his arms tighten around me. “I love you, Ella.”

My heart fluttered at the words that left his mouth. “I love you too.”


Next Chapter Here

A/N: Finally a cute ending to a chapter instead of a cliff hanger lol :) so I hope you’re still enjoying it and I’m sorry for any horrible writing errors as it is 1am here and I’m so dead AHA but ya please give this a heart and reblog if you liked it! Thanks guys! 

I felt like doodling a little Sly in a style I used a few months ago. So I did. eue

(Also; played on the Creature server for hours today only to return later and die because of lag - sending me back to a bunch of zombies I couldn’t hit - resulting in me losing everything I owned, and then getting disconnected every time I tried to get it back for 10 minutes before I gave up… xD Oh well, at least I planted a whole bunch of wheat in someone’s farm for them~)

Empty Theatres


Word Count-1780

Description-This isn’t super smutty until the ends, and even then its kinda laid back since it is Luke, and idk I think it sucks tbh so i apologize. But you sneak out of a movie to meet Luke who words concessions and boom.

Luke was one of those guys that you had a real teenage girl crush on. Ya know, who makes your heart flutter, and you get caught doodling his name during class. You were usually pretty confident around guys and just in general, but when it came to Luke Hemmings…you were completely different. You weren't sure if his shy and awkward personality had rubbed off on you, or if it was his undeniable good looks, but something about this boy caused you to fall head over heels for him. Besides the fact you were really good friends, you and Luke almost grew up together, seeing as your parents were family friends. Since you were always around each other, it was sort of inevitable for one of you to end up liking the other, and you were the one who had to deal with all of the emotions. It was bittersweet in a way, your relationship with Luke; you were always together, but not together. You had and never will tell him your feelings, for the security of your friendship, but either way, you were madly in love with him.

As you and y/bf/n  walked through the door of your hometown movie theater, your heart began to race, as per usual, when you saw the familiar blonde haired boy working the concession stand.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick okay?” your friend noted as she made her way towards the ladies room. You made your way towards Luke who smiled widely upon seeing you.

“Hey y/n!” hey exclaimed excitedly, even though you had seen him less than 5 hours ago in school. “What can a get ya? The usual?” You smiled to yourself, the thought of him knowing you well enough to remember  your usual movie snack. Even though it was a simple gesture, it made your world.

“Yes please,” you grinned, before asking, “busy tonight?”

“Surprisingly no for a Friday,” he said, before placing your water and junior mints on the counter. Pulling out a $10, you handed it to Luke, or at least tried to. “It’s on me y/n,” he hesitated before adding, “You’re too pretty to pay.” You froze for a moment, feeling your face heat up  and you immediately looked to the floor, trying to calm your blushing face down. This wasn't the first time Luke had complimented you, but it felt, different, this time. More sincere, in a way. Looking up, you saw his mouth fiddling with his lip ring, something he only did when he was nervous.

“I uh,-” suddenly you were cut of by an angry voice behind you,

“Jesus, can you kids stop yapping on and on already?” Turning around, you saw an older man, with an irritated expression on his face. You turned back to face Luke, who still had a nervous glint in his eyes, but was also biting in a smile.

“Thanks Lukey,” you blushed, grabbing your candy off the counter, making your way to the theater they were showing your movie in. On your way over, y/bf/n met up with you, and you told her what had happened, blushing the whole time.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, knowing about your huge crush on him. “Y/N, do you think he, you know?” she implied, as you shook your head.

“I’d love to think so, but I doubt it,” you said sighing and you sat down into your seat, the movie beginning to roll.

You simply couldn't take your mind off of Luke and what he’d said for the entirety of the movie, and about halfway through your phone screen lit up. You quickly dimmed it, before opening the text, which was from Luke.

“Omg, y/n, you have to come here, I've got to show you something” The message read before you quickly responded with,

“Mr. Hemmings, in case you forgot, I’m in the middle of a cinematic master piece.”

Within seconds, your phone was displaying another message,

“The dog dies, in the end, now come here!”

You laughed softly before telling your friend that you were going to be gone for a little. She was so engrossed in the movie that you’re not even sure that she heard you, but regardless you made your way towards the lobby of the theatre. There you saw Luke, next to a giant movie poster, that was just as tall as him.

“Look! Its penguins!” He exclaimed, before flipping the poster around, revealing the front of it. He had this total obsession with penguins, something that had been going on forever

“Really? You made me get up for that?” you laughed jokingly, before he flashed you another nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well to tell you the truth,” he started, “I actually had to tell you something, but I thought that saying I had to show you something would be less intimidating,” he said, as his pretty blue eyes left yours, now looking down at the floor. You could feel your stomach drop and your mind was racing with all of the possibilities of what he had to tell you.

“Y/N, ever since we were 11, I’ve uh, I’ve loved you,” he muttered, his facing flaming red. “Loved you more than a friend.”

“I, I love you too Luke, I just didn’t want to say anything, for the sake of our friendship,” as soon as you said those words, his head shot up, eyes gleaming, as he stepped closer to you. Lifting your chin up, he bent down to meet your lips, and it seemed like everything else in the world stopped. As cliche as it sounds, in that moment, you and Luke were the only two people in that mattered, as he lifted you on the counter. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you, your arms draped off of his shoulders.

“Holy shit,” he sighed, looking at you like you were pure gold, “you’re so fucking beautiful.” You blushed, as you pulled him back in, and his hands began to wander up and down your body, he pulled his lips off of yours, making his way down to your neck. Luked kissed up and down until he found the spot that totally made you melt. You let a small moan escape, and Luke smirked into the kiss, knowing he’d won. “There’s no movie showing in 4 right now, if you want,” he suggested as you nodded a tad bit too eagerly. Sliding you off of the counter, taking hold of your hand, Luke lead you to the empty theater. He closed the door, before sitting in one of the seats, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Once again, he resumed kissing you, as you moved your hands down his chest towards his belt.

“You wanna do this honey? You know you don’t have to?” he stammered, worried that you were doing it simply to please him.

“I’m sure Luke,” you chuckled, sliding off of his lap to the narrow space between the chair and his legs. Slowly, you ran your hand over his jeans, on his obvious hard-on, and he let out a small moan. You undid his belt, sliding it out loop by loop, before slinging it over one of the theatre chairs. unbuttoning his pants, you shimmed them down a bit, before doing the same with his boxers. His member sprang up, and you glanced at him for a moment as he asked one more time,

“Y/n, you’re sure you want to do this?” You responded with a sly grin before slowly licking up his length once, before placing a small kiss on his head. Luke was breathing heavily all the while, and once you took him in your mouth, you swore his breathing stopped. Bobbing your head up and down on his member, his eyes shut as he moaned in pleasure. You continued on, and the pure look of pleasure on Luke’s face, got your dripping.  “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, which caused you to pick up speed. “Shit honey, ride me please?” He practically begged, his voice full of desperation. You stood up, sliding your skirt up and pushing your underwear to the side, and stood straddling him.You gently lowered your self on to him, letting yourself down all the way, and getting in a comfortable position. Luke moaned out, before sliding his hand up your shirt and under your bar, pawing at your right breast. You sighed with pleasure, not only from the friction of him inside you, but also from the fact his large hand had found it’s way to your clit, and had begun rubbing figure 8’s on your could feel the smirk on his face grow as you moaned out his name. Sliding up and down his length, you began to grind your hips into him, causing him to curse out.

“Oh shit,” Luke yelled, “Fuck y/n, don’t stop” he pleaded, pumping his hips in rhythm with yours. “Are you close honey?” he asked, as you simply nodded, practically unable to speak. He moved his hands to your hips, using his arms to lift you up, and force you back down on himself. Within 3 strokes, the knot in your stomach completely unraveled, and  you rode out your climax. Luke had cum too, pulling out and letting himself go on your stomach. He was panting, still trying to wrap his head around what just happened, as you slowly scooped up some of his cum off your stomach, slowly licking it off of your fingers.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, kissing your neck. You stood up, adjusting yourself, hoping you would at least be able to make it to the ladies room to freshen up. Luke did the same, leading you out of the empty theatre, as you quickly made your way to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up a bit, you quietly walked back into the theatre, catching the last 15 minutes of the movie. The dog did in fact die, and most everyone around you was in tears. Your friend however, gave you the look, insinuating that she knew damn well what had just happened. After exiting the theater after the movie, the two of you walked back into the lobby where you saw Luke, who waved you over. Excusing yourself, you quickly made your way over to him, and he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, practically suffocating you.

“Not only are you absolutely fucking sexy, but Jesus Christ do I love you,” he whispered in your ear. “I’ll call you tonight, yeah?”

anonymous asked:

just wondering, do you have the link of Cata and the Romanian's interview after the Test Event?

I can’t help but getting second hand embarrassment when I hear Sandu say these things. @supa-de-galuste

Most of them were, from my point of view, a disappointment. They didn’t rise to the occasion. I think we’ll go down in history because it’s the first time we don’t qualify a team to the Olympic Games.’ - Lucian Sandu

*Please keep in mind that this guy has been in charge of training bars for at least 10+ years, I think. Maybe even 15, I don’t remember exactly.

‘I’m crying because it hurts. I tried to overcome everything, including surgery, because even at the moment, I’m not recovered 100%. I saw people appreciated this.’ - Catalina Ponor

The reporter says Catalina started training vault for the first time the day they left to Rio and tried to do a DTY in competition. The decision to do a DTY might be her own and not the coaches’ though. (Still, what coach lets a gymnast start training an event a day before leaving to a competition and actually has her compete said event? Even if we’re talking about a FTY. And yet they dare to talk about the girls being disappointments)

Rant Time: The Vamps

Sometimes i get legit mad at the fact that everyone underestimates The Vamps or say that they’re copying off of 1D and 5sos. Like, they deserve more appreciation but at the same time, i kinda like the fact that the whole Vamps community isn’t as large. Like we all appreciate them and they interact with us on a dailt basis. And it makes it 10 times better that they don’t care about the money or what place they are on the charts. They just want to tour and perform and make the fans happy. So, literally, fuck everyone that has something negative to say about them even though they haven’t even TRIED to check them out. I used to dislike 5sos and 1D but then i ACTUALLY listen to a couple songs and watched a couple videos and i can honestly say that i am a fan and appreciate them. So please, I’m only saying this one more time, PLEASE at least check them out before you go judging them.

Okay… Okay. So I was thinking a lot yesterday about how all the fans of the show reacted to the MSF - how everyone threw out or forgot all of their ideas about the “4, 8, 10” death and resurrection stuff. And I was thinking of how all of those reactions fit into the whole Jesus theory, too.

Jesus made it very clear to his disciples that he was going to die and he was going to be raised to life on the third day. But when he did die, not one of them seemed to recall what they had been told. When they saw him actually die they were all like “wow you really did die didn’t you/we didn’t really think you were gonna legit DIE/what’re we supposed to do now/you weren’t supposed to like die die were you?” - not those words exactly i’m sure, but, more or less… But they just couldn’t believe that he had actually died, and they just felt so hopeless and lost.

Before Beth died (but not really), weren’t the fans so sure of the whole clock theory and the fact that Beth was clearly becoming a much bigger character in the show? We might not have been told outrightly or anything, but the people involved in the show and all of the little signs that we all found all led us to believe that Beth was gonna become a big freakin’ deal in this season. Why were we so quick to forget about all that when this happened? Why were the people who were so sure of the “8 appear to die/10 come back” clock theory so quick to go “wow she really did die didn’t she/we didn’t think she was gonna legit DIE/etc” when it happened?

In Jesus’s case, the disciples were so shocked when he died, but if he hadn’t really died then his resurrection wouldn’t have been a miracle.

Sound familiar?

The writers had to get everyone to really believe that Beth Greene really died. We all took the “death” as a shocker, but I wholeheartedly believe that it had to be so shocking and [seemingly] absolute because they want it to be even more shocking when she is “raised to life.” These writers have been SO amazing up to this point, but we immediately started calling them “liars” and “the worst writers ever” after the MSF (and if I’m wrong in all of my certainty and she is actually dead for good, then they are all of those things, but I just can’t see that happening). [Assuming that we all are right in our theories and hopes] these writers put SO MUCH on the line in order to get the ultimate response to the resurrection. They are clearly invested enough in whatever they have planned to risk a HUGE chunk of their fans!

And to go back to the whole “Jesus made it very clear what was gonna go down” thing… In my post about the “NOT HAPPEN/LIVED” thing, I had circled the time in the video for the purpose of letting anyone who wanted to go look for it themselves know when in the episode to look for it; however, fangirl-of-many-fandoms asked me if there was any significance to it, and I decided that I would look into it when I got a chance. I told my mom (who is just as invested in all of these theories as my sister and I are) about it, and, without letting me know she was doing it, she started searching through chapter 17’s in the Gospels (considering those are the books that are most relevant to what we’re dealing with here) and in Matthew 17 she found a bit where Jesus tells his disciples that he will be killed and on the third day be raised to life. I looked into it more and tried to make as much sense as I could out of that chapter and the time in the episode. The “NOT HAPPEN/LIVED” is only visible, as a whole, from like 17:14-17:17, and that didn’t prove useful. The whole shot in which the words appear in, however, is 17:10-17:20. Verses 10-20 are not really relevant either which made me a bit discouraged. [10-13 could be seen as at least a little substantial if you look at Hershel as the John the Baptist in all of this] BUT! I decided to look at the verses right before and right after the section indicated, and it was surprisingly relevant.

Verse 9:  ’As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus instructed them, “Don’t tell anyone what you have seen, until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.”

Verses 22-23 (verse 21 is omitted in the version I looked at):  ’When they came together in Galilee, he said to them, “The Son of Man is going to be delivered into the hands of men. They will kill him, and on the third day he will be raised to life.” And the disciples were filled with grief.’

I know that that is grasping at straws at its finest, but it is just so weird…

Personally, I don’t believe in coincidences. But if this is just a coincidence, then it is the most coincidental coincidence that ever coincidenced.