i tried to tell a story with it

mochiiswan  asked:

AGHHHH I LOVE BUT HATE YOUR CHEATING FIC WITH V & ZEN. LIKE ZEN DID IT FOR MC BUT HE JUST... uagHgHJaj. anyway,, what do you think would've happened if mc really did run out and hug zen when he came and explained himself? i just want my hubby zenny to be happy :'((((

Awwww honey thank you so so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to tell me you read and enjoyed my story- thank you TT__TT

She would have held him and they would have talked it out and they would have tried to make it work… but each time he went to work… she would be thinking if he was doing something else that he thought would better their situation, even if he promised not to do so, to never break her confidence again… she would still doubt. 

The problem with this MC is that like Jumin’s MC, she’s broken as well. She’s lost a part of herself, something integral, that made her who she was. She was too hurt and battered by Zen’s actions and her own insecurities to fully heal whilst with him- so even though they would get back together- they would not stay together. 

If it makes you any happier he does get his own happy ending in an alternate time line/story :) 

Originally posted by solchan102

I Finally had the courage to give a real outfit, name and story to my Guardian :) 

Here’s Eneka, and she can play with fire *mwa ha ha haaa!* Her magic is more powerful with her scepter but she tries to progress without it. She is from the obsidian guard, so she can fight really well too. She is a very joyful person who always tells whats she thinks, but she can be a real bitch, just for fun. Her crush is Ezarel, even though she won’t admit it. She gets on very well with him since they have quite the same sense of humor. She has quite a strong personality. 

She’s always punching Nevra because he tries to flirt wiht her and she doesn’t lie the was he does it ( so basically they really like each others as good friends, Nevra doesn’t really want to seduce her, but he loves to do it because it annoys her xD) 

I don’t have a real story for her yet, even if I have some ideas, but I’ll let you know :)

anonymous asked:

Where did Tomione come from? Not meaning to be rude just curious.

Tomione came out of nowhere and wrecked my life, lemme tell you… At first I didn’t even know this ship existed and I was quite shocked when I found out. One day I was looking for Tom & OC fics and somehow I stumbled upon a Tomione story. Obviously “WTF?! People ship these two? It makes no sense!” was my first reaction. Little did I know I’d become obsessed with them…  Although I found this ship very strange at first, I really wondered what would the story be like and how could the author make their relationship work since Tom hates Muggles & Muggleborns. So I decided to give it a try and read my first Tomione fic ever. (which was “Somewhere in Time” by serpentinred)
And I was instantly HOOKED. Suddenly everything just made sense you know? I started to read more TRHG fics and the more I read the more it made sense.

Their ideals and morals might be different but they have some shared qualities. Both of them are highly intelligent, creative, and magically talented individuals. Just imagine the intellectual debates and banters between them… They are the only two characters that can challenge each other in every possible way, imo.

I know Hermione’s blood status might be a bit of a nuisance but it’s known that Tom/Voldemort values knowledge, intelligence and talent so why wouldn’t he want someone like Hermione by his side? After all, she’s the brightest witch of her age and I think this fact alone could make him overlook her blood status. So I don’t think that’s a big issue.
The issue about this ship is that it’s toxic. But that’s why I like it so much. I prefer complicated, intense and pretty dark relationships so yeah, that’s why I ship them.

My dream

I had a dream last night that I looked up some of the local social clubs in my area cuz my mom wants me to get out more and I found this one for teens and they play cards n shit so I end up attending the next night. I get to the place and it’s dark as hell and they’re all sitting in a circle around these blank cards and I tell them about how I found their website and they were happy to have me. So I’m like “so….what are y'all doing?” And the blonde girl in front of me passes me a card and tells me to hold the hand of the person next to me so I can improve my divination abilities and I go along with it just cause. So long story short: Kid who tries to make friends ends up joining an occult✨

anonymous asked:

Why do you think L never got any solid character development?

I’m actually not sure how you mean this question >_>

If you mean it in the sense of “what brought you to that conclusion?” then it’s just that L doesn’t change as a person through the story. Note here that I am specifically talking about L in the manga - the anime tried to give him last-minute development with Episode 25, I just don’t like what they did with it.
But between how L is at the start of the manga and how he is at the point of his death, there isn’t significant difference. L never had to challenge and change the core elements of his personality and he dies as sure of who he is as he was before. If you disagree with this assessment, you are very free to tell me how you think he developed though, haha.

If you mean this question in the sense of “why do you think Ohba didn’t give him any?” then my guess is that the plot simply didn’t require it.
L makes for a compelling opponent without any internal struggle - he furthers the struggle of other characters and forwards the case plot and thus already is a good focal point of the plot. There’s no reason to change his confident character in order for the story to progress, so he just stays as he is.
But really, that’s just speculation, I don’t know how Ohba felt.

Note that I don’t think a static character is necessarily bad writing - a lot of people are just very stuck in their ways, it’s normal. Not everyone is bound to change over a specific timeframe. 

Top Ten Spookiest Classical Pieces

Perhaps I’m feeling macabre, but tonight I’m digging out my favorite spooky classical pieces and listening to them. So I thought putting together a top ten list of these would be fun while I drink my scotch. Note: These are not really in any particular order. I love them all.

1. Beethoven: Piano Trio in D major, op. 70 no. 1, “Ghost” - 2nd movement. Rattling of chains, shrieking of spirits; the nickname of this trio fits it well. The first and third movements are good as well, but only the second movement is really spooky.
2. Schubert: Der Leiermann (from Winterreise). A heartbroken young man sings about the hurdy-gurdy, an outcast who sits just outside the village and plays his instrument while dogs snarl at him and people ignore him. Particularly chilling is that this is the last song of an hour-long cycle, and it drones on without clear resolution, ending with the line: “Strange old man, should I go with you? Will you accompany my songs on your hurdy-gurdy?” 
3. Mussorgsky: Night On Bald Mountain. You may know this one from Disney’s Fantasia, which is featured during the Witches’ Sabbath sequence.
4. Schubert: Der Erlkönig. Based on a poem by Goethe, this song tells the chilling story of a father and his ailing child riding through the woods on horseback, while a malicious spirit tries to lure the boy away, unseen and unheard by the father.
5. Saint-Saens: Danse Macabre. Death plays his fiddle in the cemetery, rousing all the skeletons from their graves and dancing with them until they have to slink back at the first light of dawn.
6. Brahms: Ballade in D minor, op. 10 no. 1, “Edward.” Based on a Scottish ballade, the story is of a mother who knows that her son has murdered his father - she just wants to hear him say it himself.
7. Shostakovich: Viola Sonata. Shostakovich composed during the height of Soviet censorship, and his music almost always has a hunted, almost panicked feel to it. He composed this viola sonata just a month before his death.
8. Shostakovich: String Quartet no. 8 in C minor, op. 110. Between the frenzy of the second movement and the insistent “knocking on the door” of the fourth, this quartet can really put you on edge. What makes this music even freakier is Shostakovich’s musical signature (D E-flat C B) throughout the work.
9. Mussorgsky: The Hut of Baba Yaga the Witch (from Pictures at an Exhibition). This one always sounds like Baba Yaga’s “Hut On Chicken’s Legs” is chasing me through the woods, but that might just be my wild imagination.
10. Scriabin: Piano Sonata no. 9, “Black Mass.” Some of the directions that Scriabin writes in the score are “mysteriously murmuring”, and “with a sweetness that becomes increasingly poisonous,” which is a pretty apt description for much of this work. It begins mysteriously, then builds in tension until it all explodes in some kind of orgiastic climax. It ends just as enigmatically as it begins.

My maternal grandmother (who is awful) has bounced between a few religions over the years, all in various flavors of fundamentalist Christianity.

Forty years or so ago, she settled on the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Who combine all the shitty things about several sects into one morass of awfulness.

This was a formative experience for my mother, who hates them with a burning passion and who is a member of several ex-Jehovah’s Witness websites where people go to vent.

And even after she broke away as soon as she was out of her mom’s house, they sent people to try to ‘bring her back into the fellowship’. Some of these people showed up at my parent’s wedding, to try to convince her that it would never last with a non Jehovah’s Witness husband. Dad, apparently, threatened to throw them headfirst out a second story window.

I’m fairly certain she’s actually cursed a few elders.

But, anyway, I distinctly remember her gathering me and my brother and sister around her when we were kids, and saying, very seriously,

“I don’t care if you three grow up to be gay, or transgender. I don’t care if you decide to flip burgers all your life, so long as you’re happy at it. I don’t care if you choose to worship trees, Ancient Egyptian gods, or nothing at all. But,” and she paused here for emphasis. “If you ever decide to become Jehovah’s Witnesses, I’m going to feel as if I’ve failed as a parent. So keep that in mind.”

Fast forward nineteen or so years. We grow up, I take to actively worshipping trees. Mom is Very Proud of this. Sister is a biologist living in sin with her boyfriend, brother is a physics student living in sin with his girlfriend, I’m married to the closest thing to an agnostic Christian I’ve ever met, and we’ve happily not spoken to Grandma for years.

And on Sunday morning at some unholy hour of the fucking day, there’s a knock on the door, and lo and behold there are three young men at the door with copies of the Watchtower.

My husband, seeing the twitch in my eyelid as we peek out the upstairs window, somewhat blearily, pats my shoulder.

“I’ve got this.” He says, grinning. I know that grin. That’s the Evil Grin.

And then he goes and pulls his old Slipknot shirt out of the drawer, and I know Dis Gunna Be Good.

Long story short, he invited them in for tea and corrected them on everything they tried to tell him for forty five minutes, citing verse back to them and telling them how they fucked it up. He got out the Bible at one point. He started lecturing like a damned theology professor.

By the time they left they looked actively terrified.

It was glorious.

  • rick riordan: *working to include LGBT+ characters in children books, educates himself on important issues and continues to add more diverse characters, starts a program to have POC tell and publish stories of different culture's mythology, fights to involve kids with learning disabilities in reading, tries his best to respect his fans and improve himself*
  • y'all: is reyna gay??
  • rick: i didn't explicitly write her to be gay, and i feel making her a lesbian after jason broke her heart would be encouraging a damaging stereotype, but you can interpret her however you want!!
  • y'all, crytyping: ohh my godd....he's sO meanie and homopphobic i ddont like it..ffuck him i h ate himm

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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Today I asked @ufficiosulretro why her Gabe always had red underwear and she dared me to write a ficlet about it. 

So this is it, my love letter to Irene’s red briefs and converse.


“What’s up with you and red briefs?”


Jack blamed the grueling regimen of the Soldier Enhancement Program for how his mouth just decided to go ahead and make a fool out of him.,


“Staring at my ass, farm boy?” His roommate was a couple of years older than him, ridiculously handsome and top of the class. Every class. It didn’t really matter, Gabriel Reyes seemed capable to do just about everything. Jack was both intimidated and wildly turned on.

No!I just,” He flushed to the roots of his hair “They’re all red? And it’s really weird? Wait, I didn’t mean…not that you’re weird or anything, it’s just peculiar, it stands out. Not your ass, the color.”


The ass too.


Jack tried to stop his hands, what did people normally do with their hands? Gabriel arched one eyebrow and erupted in genuine laughter, he felt like an idiot.


“”You were just joking.”


“You got to relax, John.”


“Umh, it’s…Jack, actually. I go by Jack. John’s my dad.”


“Well, Jack…” His voice was so smooth. “ I buy my underwear in stock ‘cause it’s cheaper, those five pair, ten dollars kinda of deal, you know? And they are all the same color because I’m shit at laundry.” He jumped a bit wiggling into his pajama pants, Jack couldn’t fight a smile


“So you are human, after all.”


Gabriel tilted his head “What? ”


Jack hurried to turn the attention away from his hero worship  “Why red though?” He asked perhaps louder than strictly necessary. “All black or white would be easier to wash.”


“It’s my favorite color, give me a break.”


They both got into their respective bunks. This was nice, Jack thought, getting to know each other. Becoming friends. They certainly would need one in the shit show that S.E.P promised to be.


“You could always learn how to separate whites and colors.” He teased, Gabriel went very quiet, and Jack wondered if he stepped over some kind of new friendship line until he chuckled and replied with a:


“You could always admit you were staring at my ass.”


Jack didn’t admit it, even though it was true. Not then, anyway.


Eight months later, he gave Gabe a pair of red converse for his birthday, Gabriel tried to mock him for being “a huge dork who remembers stuff like someone’s favorite color, you’ll make me develop a complex.” But he really liked them, Jack could tell.


“Gabe, I love you, but with the number of times you made all my stuff pink with your briefs in my laundry I couldn’t forget it if I tried.” He said absentmindedly.


“You what, now?”


And that’s the story of how Jack Morrison told Gabriel Reyes “I love you” for the first time. (Without even noticing.)

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Okay yeah okay yeah okay 

WARNING: RANT AHEAD

I can’t even pretend it’s anything else XD

so normally I’m like very chill and open-minded about this kind of thing; like okay people give the *probably* hard-working movie-studio a chance, you haven’t even seen the movie yet, let’s not go bashing something before it’s arrived okay.

and I never want to make a big deal out of “not approving of” something, that’s just not my style, nor do I enjoy planting seeds of negativity in a world that’s got enough of that already holy crap XD

but

I’m sorry

you done hit a nerve, Sony. And that’s just me taking it personally, which I don’t have a right to do… but damn it, Sony, you’ve made it kind of difficult with this one. 

As you can probably imagine, I’m a fan of Beatrix Potter’s work; which, fyi, appeared in the early 1900′s as illustrated children’s stories featuring Peter Rabbit and many of the animals seen in this trailer. Needless to say, these stories mean a lot to me… I would go so far as to say they’ve shaped me as a human being, and as an artist; Ms. Potter remains one of my personal patron saints. 

This trailer (at the risk of sounding like a prude) offends me, not because it strays from the classic material (God knows, the written word is no more sacred these days than a hand-me-down sweater), but because it shits on it. It takes the world Ms. Potter created, gives you a glimpse of what it looked like, then slaps you in the face for smiling fondly at the sight of a familiar, jacket-wearing bunny, and proceeds to (very loudly and crudely) inform you of how outdated, useless, babyish, and uncool the old stories are. “But don’t worry, Sony’s here to make them cool again, with CGI party animals, pop culture references, a creepy sexual undertone, and tried-and-true sight gags like ‘naked’ animals and two guys screaming at each other for five minutes!”

In honesty, I wouldn’t have been thrilled, but I could have stomached a “modern times” version of Peter Rabbit. If it had treated the original stories with a semblance of respect, I could have dealt with it. I can deal with the stupid Nick Jr. cartoon that’s been airing (though make no mistake, I’m still bitter about the American accents and significantly, badly altered character designs). At least you can tell it has some respect for Ms. Potter’s Lake District world. 

Unless this trailer is lying to me, it doesn’t appear that this movie has anything resembling respect for its source material, and that is what offends me. Not the dumb gags, the adult angle, or the cultural appropriation (though, c’mon, that’s all bad). It’s the lack of respect for a classic that has been a part of so many people’s growing up, that has changed the face of children’s publishing over the more than 100 years since its genesis. In the trailer, mischievous adventurer Peter is a stereotypical charismatic party animal… he sorta strikes me as a much less well-meaning Ferris Beuller. And Mr. Tod, one of (in my humble opinion) literature’s darkest, most calculatingly evil, and frightening villains is reduced to a bad-tempered tagalong. I could go on, but I’m exhausted already. 

I just

Ugh. 

While we’re crapping on modernizing children’s classics, why don’t we just remake Ted and replace the main characters with Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin? 

ranmin10  asked:

i love your reaction bc its long and with every details, can i have bts reaction when they're sad and feel self-esteem about their body so their GF order them to take of their clothes and start to kiss every inch of their skin and tell them how beautiful they look(you can make fluff or smut as you're comfortable with of cores!!!)

Hi cutie, I took the liberty of slightly changing the pitch so each members can have a different story without having to follow the same storyline. I find it a little more fun to read :) I still tried to keep it close to your request and I hope you’ll like it ! Thank youuu


Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

It’s 11pm and Namjoon’s still in his studio, sitting on the couch near the door, staring at his phone. He scrolls through ARMY’s twitter accounts, getting lost in the immensity of their precious fanbase. He tries to do that as soon as he has a little bit of time or when inspiration is lacking, and it’s always a pleasure. But this time, it’s rather unpleasant. Namjoon found an ARMY who spends a lot of time responding to haters, and so he found some antis accounts. He did’nt think it was still so virulent and didn’t expect to read such horrible things about him. It brutally brought him back to early years of his career when insults on his physique used to hurt him a lot. He then hears your steps getting closer and locks his phone when the door opens. You come in with a big smile, a bag containing a pack of beer, sweets and other kinds of snacks in your hand. You put it on the coffee table and bend down to kiss your boyfriend. Namjoon knows it will take you barely 5 seconds to notice that something is bothering him and indeed, you immediately ask in a worried voice if there’s something wrong. Namjoon sighs and, as you sit next to him, runs a hand on the back of his neck while he tells you why he doesn’t feel very well. He also knows that you’ll get a little upset and could almost predict word for word what you’re about to say. « Why are you looking at this trash ? And why do you even care about what those kids are saying ? ». Namjoon doesn’t want to look at you, he knows what kind of annoyed glance you’re gonna throw him. He unlocks his iPhone and scrolls the anti’s comments while saying in a quiet voice : « I know I shouldn’t care about it… And I see all the compliments I get when I tweet selcas… But it still hurts. I don’t know why but it particularly affects me today. ». Namjoon hears your sigh but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off his screen. As he straightens his glasses on his nose, you take the opportunity to take his phone from his hands. Namjoon didn’t expect it and quickly turns his head towards you, his lips parting to complain but you don’t give him time to say anything. You throw his phone on the other side of the couch and sit on his lap while you put a finger on his mouth. « You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole entire universe, Kim Namjoon. I’ll not let some jealous assholes hurt you. I’m gonna find them, and I’m gonna kill them. ». Namjoon looks at you with big, surprised eyes before he snorts. He lowers his eyes, his fingers touching the sides of your thighs, feeling a bit better but not as much I you wish it was. He feels your fingers on his chin and he raises his head, his eyes into yours. Your smile is soft, tender, almost enough to warm his entire body. You take off his black beanie, running your hand through his hair and making him shiver, and then takes off his round shaped glasses. When he feels your hands against his cheeks, Namjoon feels his throat tightening. You stare at him, your sweet smile not leaving your lips, making Namjoon soft as fuck. You look at all the details of his face and finally say in a soft voice : « I don’t know if I told you that before but sometimes when I stare at your face, my heart beats so fast my breath is cut. It happened all the time before we even started dating & it still happens a lot. And I’m sure you don’t even know it. ». Namjoon lightly presses his fingers on your thighs without realizing it and lets out a small laugh in a breath. He knows you really want to cheer him up, but he doubts it’s as true as you say. You seem to guess his thoughts but stay silent. You take his hand and put it against your neck, positioning his index and middle finger above the vein just below your ear. When he feels how fast your heart beats, Namjoon slightly shudders and raises his eyebrows. He puts both hands against your neck, suddenly feeling worried. « Are you okay, babe ? ». Your warm hands come to rest above his as you whisper : « Every time I stare at your face, babe… Every damn time… You’re so beautiful…». Your voice breaks a little as you’re taken aback by emotion, and Namjoon grunts when he sees your eyes getting filled with tears. But you’re still smiling and it makes him feel some type of way. Namjoon feels his heart tightening, realizing how easily your smile can made his sadness disappears. He closes his eyes when you begin to lay thousands of kisses on his face and his arms closes around your waist to press you against him. He shudders with each of your kisses and ends up looking for your mouth that he easily finds, your soft lips still the only remedy to his sadness.

Taehyung

Originally posted by jeonyween

Tae opens the door of his bedroom and finds you lying on his bed, reading a book with music on. As he closes the door, a sad smile appears on his lips as you lift your head to smile at him. He falls on the bed and lays beside you, his head resting on his arm so that he can be above you. You close your book and ask him what’s wrong, because you know something is wrong, obviously. Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, not knowing which words to choose. After a short moment of reflexion, he puts his hand on his belly and sadly pats it while asking : « Do you think my tummy is gross ? ». The look you give him could have made him laugh if he wasn’t so upset. You slightly straighten up and ask : « Are you serious right now ? No, you can’t be serious. Right ? ». Tae pretends not to have heard what you just said and sighs while continuing to pat his belly before pulling on his skin You raise your eyes to the sky and grab his hand to make him stop. « I tell you all the time that it’s the cutest thing ever. All the internet thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Why are you saying that all of the sudden ? ». Taehyung can see your annoyance in your eyes but he can’t help but continue to pout : « I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting a little too chubby… Look at my cheeks… ». This time, you almost stand on your knees to get your eyes at the same level as his, and Tae grins at your annoyed tone : « Did someone said something to you ? Who is it ? When did it happened?! Tell me. ». Taehyung sighs and confesses that one of his stylists has made a joke on his weight and since then he hasn’t stop thinking about it. Tae knows it’s stupid but it hurt him. And seeing you roll your eyes again doesn’t really makes it better. He’s even a little scared when you get angry : « Gosh, Tae ! It was a joke ! She’s always joking around and you love it… Since when do you care about what anybody think about your body ? Or anything else ? ». Tae abruptly responds, not wanting to hear what he already knows : « I don’t know ! I don’t know… I’m not always confident, you know… ». He immediately sees the change in your eyes as those last words comes in a breath. He almost sighs when your hand gently strokes his cheek as you whisper : « You’re the cutest man in the world, do you know that ? ». Taehyung shudders under the caress of your hand and lets himself go when you turn him on his back to straddle him. The sweet smell of your skin invades him as you bend over to kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck. His fingers clenches on your butt when you start to unbutton his shirt. Tae sighs, slightly shaking : « What… What are you doing…? ». His eyes meet yours when you sit up : « I’m showing you how obsessed I am with your body… ». This time, a shiver runs down his spine. Once the shirt is completely unbuttoned, you start to kiss his belly. Tae grunts when your teeth and tongue joins the dance, causing strange waves of heat in his lower abdomen. When you start to undo his belt, your tongue rolling on the skin below his belly button, his hand immediately grabs your hair, making you sigh against his clothed hardness. He never feels as good as when he feels your hot breath against his crotch, wonderful sign of a near explosion of pleasure caused by your pretty mouth.

Jin

Originally posted by seokjinstae-moved

Jin plugs in the hair dryer and begins to dry his hair in front of his bedroom’s mirror. He sighs when he sees you thought the mirror as you take a picture, a silly smile on your lips. Jin asks you to stop, which you answer by sticking his tongue out, continuing to lovingly watch your screen as you take other shots of your boyfriend. Jin turns off the hair dryer and takes your phone from the hands : « stop… I’m not in the mood. ». This is the first time he speaks to you with such a cold tone but he only realizes it after when he sees your sad and worried look. He puts down the hair dryer and looks at you : « Sorry… It’s just that I’m not looking good today and It kinda pisses me off. ». He looks at you as you get up to get closer to him, your eyes still filled with worries. You try to make him smile : « What happened to my worldwide handsome boyfriend ? ». Jin laughs in a breath and shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to say. He happens to have bad days, and unfortunately you’re witnessing one today. When your arms wraps around his waist and your bodies moves closer, Jin lowers his head and softly says, as if he was ashamed : « I’m getting old, right ? My face is not as young as before, and I don’t know… I feel really ugly today ». You make a sad pout that makes him smile, finding you absolutely adorable. Your arms slide over his waist to grab his shirt and you say : « You look like you’re seventeen, babe… Maybe you’re getting blind, I don’t know… Because when I look at you, all I can see is your delicious lips, your beautiful eyes, your perfect face who’s driving me crazy, as well as your body, so much that I’m already touching it… ». Jin looks down to actually see that your hands are passing under his shirt. He can’t help but snorts when you take off his shirt, your eyes full of sparkles when they land on his broad shoulders. This simple view is enough for Jin to feel jolts of arousal running through his veins. As your fingers brushes the skin just above his belly button, you say with a mischievous smile rising on your lips: « I’m obsessed with every single inch of your body… ». Seokjin puts his hands on your cheeks and brings you closer to him, unable to refrain his need to kiss you, but your words stops him. « And do you know what I like the most ? ». The tone of your voice is even smoother than it was just a few seconds ago, causing a new wave of heat in you’re boyfriend’s body. « The one thing you hate the most… ». Jin can’t think straight when you talk to him like that, when you look at him like that. You lightly turn your head to slide his thumb into your mouth, passing it along your tongue. This time, Jin clearly feels his member twitching under his boxers. The thrill that runs through his spine almost makes him lose his balance but you hold him firmly against you, licking his thumb and then taking his index in your mouth as well. You look so naughty Jin can’t think of anything else but getting your tongue elsewhere.

Hoseok

Originally posted by sosjimin

You’re comfortably seated in the living room’s couch, Hoseok’s arm around your neck, caressing your skin just below your collarbone. You look at a big american blockbuster, a good old useless movie which its only interest is to entertain you both with huge explosions every ten minutes. While the hero is fighting bare hands against a gang of villains, the camera focused on his powerful chest, Hoseok sighs : « Aaaah… I wish I had a strong body like his… ». You shrug your shoulders as if to say that it doesn’t matter for you but Hoseok doesn’t seems to agree : « Look at him… He’s ten times more attractive than me. ». This time, he feels your furious gaze on him and slowly turns his eyes on you, wondering if he hasn’t just made a mistake. You don’t even have to talk, your eyes clearly saying « Don’t try me, bitch », but Hobi can’t help it and pouts : « Don’t look at me like that. You know it would be a lot better if I was more muscular… ». He’s forced to lean down with you when as you grab the remote control to pause the movie. You look at him intensely, your fingers passing against his jaw, and say : « Some really stupid things comes out of your mouth, sometimes. Are you aware of that ? Look at you… ». You lean over and gently kiss his jaw, whispering between each kisses : « You already are the most attractive man on the planet…». Hoseok finally smirks, his hands pressing your ass to make you climb on him. Once you’re on his thighs, you have full access to his neck and slide your tongue on it, feeling Hoseok’s grunt vibrating in his chest. He notices how thin the fabric of your sweatpants is as he can feel your warmth against his growing member. When you start to move his T-shirt up to remove it, Hoseok suddenly returns to reality and grabs your hands to stop you : « Jungkook and Jimin are in the dorm, are you crazy ? ». You remain deaf to his words, your tongue still rolling against his neck’ skin. Hoseok hisses, clutching his fingers against your thighs, knowing very well that it’ll soon be impossible for him to fight back if you keep teasing him. Hobi finds himself shirtless in a blank of an eye, shivering under the caress of your fingers on his toned chest. He sighs when he sees you biting your lip as you trace the define lines of his abs, opening your mouth to sigh as well : « Fuck baby… You’re so hot… ». Hoseok always feels desired when your eyes are on his body, but this time, this feeling is much stronger. He knows that the boys can walk on you at any moment, he knows he’s about to tear your panties off in the middle of the living room that he shares with his seven brothers, he knows he should put a stop to this situation that’s getting wilder and wilder, but he’s unable to do anything. He cups your cheeks to kiss you with passion, making you sigh against his mouth, Hoseok having no trouble swallowing your moan when his crotch grinds against your burning core.

Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

It’s very late when you hear the boys geting back fro their night out. Taehyung, Jungkook & Yoongi went out to eat lamb skewers, a great excuse to actually get drunk as fuck. Yoongi loves to take his children to drink outside for whatever reason. Anyway, when you hear their heavy footsteps in the hallway and their cheesy « good night », you start to smile. It seems like they went hard, tonight. When Yoongi leans against the door after opening it and grunts « annyeonghaseyo, baby », you can easily guess his level of intoxication : high. You hold a laugh behind your hand while Yoongi staggers to the bed before falling on it, his head first. When he lets out a long groan, you lean over his back and caress his shoulders : « What’s wrong ? ». Yoongi sighs :  « Tae made fun of my height… And then, they took both of my arms and it looked like they were two aliens abducting a little kid…  Like, I’m their Hyung, for fuck’ sake… They laughed at me… And they’re right. I’m short as fuck. And ugly. ». You bite your upper lip, fighting the laughter rising in your throat, your fingers clenching on his shoulder. He seems really pissed off by this and you can’t laugh even if the fact that he’s so drunk makes the scene too funny not to giggle. Yoongi never says that kind of things, so he must have really been hurt by it. You gently roll him over so he’s on his back and Yoongi grows a long ass whine, his hands resting on his belly and his usual judging face on. You shift yourself on him and bend over to kiss his nose : « You’re not short, you’re cute… ». Yoongi grunts and you kiss his cheek : « You’re not ugly, how dare you… You’re the most beautiful man in the world… ». Yoongi snorts, his hand slowly moving down on the small of your back. « This is too cheesy, I’m not drunk enough for this shit ». You hiss between your teeth and gives him a threatening look but that doesn’t seem to affect him at all. « Oh, Sir Min Yoongi doesn’t like it ? ». This time, Yoongi doesn’t keep his poker face on and clenches his jaw as a warning, reminding you not to cross the line. You tilt your head to the side and whisper : « Aggressive is more his style, right ? ». You bend over and kiss him with all the lust, all the roughness you got. Yoongi doesn’t close his eyes, watching you show your dominance before he takes it back by force, not knowing that you’ll not give in easily. You put his wrists over his head and attack his neck, taking his skin between your teeth to leave your mark. Yoongi hisses, his hips rising dangerously, not wanting to admit that you drive him crazy when you try so hard to take control. You lick him down to his collarbone and take the risk of releasing his wrists to pull up his sweatshirt. Yoongi knows he should take the opportunity to take back the control of the situation but the alcohol makes him much more sensitive to the things you do. He lets you remove his sweater and doesn’t even complain about your roughness. He only wants one thing : feel your lips and your tongue on his body. His hands freezes in the air when start to kiss his chest, your tongue suddenly flipping on his nipple. Yoongi grunts, making you smile against his skin. Your boyfriend’s hands comes to rest on your arms, stroking your burning skin while you continue to move down on his chest. Between each kiss, between each lick, you whisper : « Ugly… How can you even… I swear one day I’m… I’m gonna punch this gorgeous face of yours… ». You lift your head when you suddenly hear his snort and holds a moan when his hand closes around your throat to bring you back to him. He rolls over you and puts himself above you, his hand sliding on your neck to rest against your cheek. He looks down on your lips and raises his eyes to look into yours : « You’re crazy… But I love you… ». You pull him against your lips to silent a growing moan as his words makes you shudder. Yoongi passionately responds to your kiss, his chest pressed against your breasts, your nipples hardening under the friction. Then, as his lips goes down to your neck and then back to your ear, he murmurs in a mischievous voice : « Now I’m gonna eat you out… What were the world ? Ah, yeah… Agressive style. »

Jimin

Originally posted by sugasnae

You received his text half an hour ago but you’re already at the dorm’s door. Hoseok invites you in and tells you that Jimin went straight to their bedroom without saying a word but nobody really knows why. You sigh, unfortunately knowing why your boyfriend is so sad. When you asked him how his photo shoot went, Jimin responds was harsh : « It’s was the worst. I don’t want to talk, sorry. I love you. ». Oh no Park Jimin, it will not happen like that, there’s no way you’re gonna let him mope alone in his room. You cross the hallway and open the door, slowly moving your head in the embrasure not to startle him. However, he’s not likely to see you because he’s hidden under a huge blanket that’s three times his size. You gently close the door and sing his name in a soft voice as you approach the bed. Jimmy doesn’t move, as if you didn’t exist. You sit on the bed, put your hand on what you guess to be his hip and whisper : « Baby ? Come out… ». Jimin shakes as if to say « no » and when you shake his thigh back, he moans : « No… I really feel bad right now… ». You sigh and hug his shoulders, somehow managing to position yourself well without crushing him under your weight. You pat his chest, your own chest pressed against his shoulder blades, and said with a soothing tone : « I’m sure the pictures looks great ». Jimin snorts and growls : « Of course you think I look great, you’re my girlfriend… But trust me, it was horrible… I looked like an angry ghost… Aiisssh… ». You slightly tighten your grip on Jimin and pout : « Yah ! So what ? Since I’m your girlfriend I’m blinded by love and lust ? Huh ?! Of course I find you attractive, but I haven’t always been your girlfriend… And I’ve always been attracted to you ! Isn’t that the only thing that matters, in the end ? You being pretty for yourself, for ARMY and for me ?! ». Jimin leaves a small silence before mumbling : « Y-Yeah… But-». He stops talking as soon as he feels you moving to get up, the bed suddenly becoming too empty. He can’t hold back a curse when you lift the blanket in the air, a cold breeze running on his curled body. You slip under the blanket, the day light barely filtering through the thick fabric, and crawls to your boyfriend. You slide against his back and pass your hand under his arm to stroke his chest. Jimin sighs but doesn’t want to admit that he was waiting for that hug since he left the studio. You rest your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear : « I know you’re upset but you’re gonna be over it soon. I’m not even worried about it since you’e the cutest and the sexiest man in the world. Besides… Isn’t the way I look at you the most important thing ? And the way that, no matter how much time passes, I still can’t take my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room ? ». You feel a slight grunt vibrating in his chest and smile, pleased to see that he’s very close to give in. You move your hand down with infinite slowness, pulling his sweatshirt up to easily pass your hand underneath the fabric. You stroke his warm skin and softly pinch his nipple, making him moan as his back arches in arousal. You move your mouth a little closer to his ear, whispering softly : « What about the fact that you always manage to get me wet just with the sight of your body, just with how good it feels against mine…? ». Jimin gasps when you suddenly slide your hand under his sweatpants to grab his member through his boxers. You palm his growing erection and try to keep control of yourself (despite the fact that Jimin has grabbed your thigh in a grunt). You whisper one last time : « Isn’t it all that matters ? ». Your tongue slips against his ear, making Jimin bucks his hips as you keep stroking his hard member. He pants : « Yes… Y-Yes baby… ». You kiss his neck and finally gives him what he seems to crave, his face wriggling under the tiny friction you offer him. When Jimin finally feels your fingers closing around his cock, his body melts with yours as he passes his hand behind your neck to kiss you, sighing hard against your mouth.

Jungkook

Originally posted by celinet7

You join Jungkook in the bathroom while he cleans his face after his shower. You smile as you watch his face disappearing under a white cloud and turn your attention back to your toothbrush. A mouthwash and hop, here you are, ready to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. Jungkook passes a towel over his face after rinsing it and sighs when he puts it back on the counter. He gets closer to the mirror and inspects his cheeks, frowning when he sees that he has a lot of pimples. You look at him without saying a word, seeing how much he’s upset. He moisturizes his face and takes another look before hissing : « I’m disgusting… ». You let out a disapproving growl and wrap your arms around his waist, getting on tiptoe so you can rest your chin on his shoulder and look at him through the mirror when you say : « Don’t say that… ». Jungkook doesn’t see the tender look you give him as he continues to look at his cheeks. He grumbles : « I’m saying it because it’s true, look ! It’s driving me crazy… I can’t even look at myself. ». He looks away and washes his hands silently as you bite your lip, wanting to find the right words to comfort him. You kiss him between his shoulder blades and whine : « You’re the most beautiful thing on earth, I can’t let you say that ! ». Jungkook laughs at the sound of your childish voice and watches you move around to get in front of him, your hands moving up on his chest. He only wears a towel wrapped around his waist and his beauty momentarily cuts your breath. « Lift me up », you ask, smiling when Jungkook easily lifts you up to put you on the counter. You put your hands on his neck and brush the tips of your fingers on his cheek. Jungkook tightens his embrace around your waist, comfortably wedged between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. They’re like a thousand shining stars, wandering on his face as if you were looking at an angel. Jungkook sighs, his breath a little cut off when you put your hands on his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips. « You’re human, babyboy… It’s okay to have skin problems sometimes. You still look absolutely beautiful… ». You rest your lips on his, feeling his hand pressed against the small of your back and you trace a path of kisses along his jaw to come against his ear. You whisper : « Just look at you… ». You slightly lower your shoulder so Jungkook can see his own reflection, his mouth slightly opened because of your warm breath against his ear that increases the rhythm of his breathing. You meet his eyes as you run your hand against his neck. « Breathtaking… ». You laugh in a breath when you see Jungkook’ smirk through the mirror, the ultimate sign that you won. You lay kisses on his cheeks, your hand stroking his neck before Jungkook attacks your mouth in a needy kiss, making you moan when he deliberately grinds on you and takes advantage of your separated lips to slip his tongue to meet yours.

tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)


Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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If you watched Logic’s powerful performance at the VMA’s, I’d like to share a story between him and I. 3 years ago he messaged me telling me to not give up on my dreams when I told him that my family was not supportive of me wanting to be a poet. I was suffering through years of severe depression. Last year I tried committing suicide on the bridge of my school, but I did not want to die, I wanted to feel alive. I remembered what he told me, to never give up and he had signed to Def Jam and I knew I too could reach my goals by not giving up. So I worked hard to achieve my passions, and today it’s been 4 months that I have published my poetry book and it is still leading strong as a Best Seller even beating celebrities in my genre. Thank you Logic for believing in me when I had no one to send me any positivity and thank you for helping millions of people with your music. @logic301

V’s feelings

So, I just finished another Day 9 chatroom, and I really felt like I needed to pour my thoughts into this and create another analysis.


First and foremost, I would like to willingly admit my bias towards V, so that the rest of you can point out flaws in my argument if you feel I was using more emotion and less practicality. This is an open discussion where we can all come together to share our opinions, so please feel free to!!!


Now, as for V’s feelings. ..It seemed that today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what V had said regarding his love being obsession. Of course, I was incredibly pleased with Cheritz for adressing this and making sure the fans know that V’s idea of love is unhealthy and should not be romanticised!!!


But I, like many before me, assumed that he and Rika started out loving one another like any regular couple before everything descended into the seventh circle of hell. We had no reason to think otherwise.


However, the route seems to indicate that V was that infatuated with Rika from a very early stage, though the tendencies perhaps didn’t show up until later on.


I sat back for a moment and had to remember how to breathe as my brain started to peice together the implications.


V, someone most of the fandom has marvelled at for his unconditional love, doesn’t know how to love.


V doesn’t understand love as much as Rika doesn’t. The only people who truly loved him were his deceased mother and Jumin before the RFA.


It took a while for this to sink in, because before this, no one in the fandom knew how utterly and completely lost in the world V actually is.


We had assumed that everything was due to the common side effects of being a domestic abuse victim. And while partially true, we now know that V is much, MUCH more complicated.



V does not understand the world or himself. I have made SEVERAL previous points touching on the fact that V’s infatuation with Rika can’t possibly be regarded anywhere near what a mentally stable person should feel. The fact that he’s not OK and probably never was, even going as far as to theorise about his familial life.


Basically; V, head of RFA, does not know who is and what the hell he’s doing. He stumbles upon Rika, and immediately decides that his life is for her; that loving her wholly and devoting himself to her is the purpose of his entire existence.


Let me rephrase that, for those that do not understand just how intense this is: V literally thought that his purpose in life was to love Rika and give himself completely to her; to let her hurt and destroy him, to let her pick him apart and ruin him whenever it was she wishes.


This isn’t even because Rika implied something- he was always this way. And when the implications came up, he seemed absolutely unphased and accepting of it. That’s… That’s so fucking heartbreaking.


Rika fed into that part of V; she longed for someone to “save” her from the devil within, which even “God” could not save her from, in her words. This encouraged V’s unhealthy infatuation and solidified the idea that, yes; his purpose in life was to be her sun until she wished to extinguish him completely.


This went on going until Rika’s “devil” finally became suffocated by V’s “love”, and she had to flee. (Important to note that she left V because of this, but she did not start Mint Eye due to this. Mint Eye had already been in progression far before this! I’ll link to the post describing that soon.)



Now, V obviously regrets it. He goes into this state of depressing self contemplation and tells the MC that he regrets attempting to love anyone. He regrets allowing himself to share in the joy of love. I had never felt so heartbroken from a VN like this since Seven’s Route. ..


Anyway. MC goes on to say this;


In the first picture, we can see that V and Rika are similar in that way; both wished desperately to experience love, but it was a love that was false and ended in agony. V fell in love with the idea of love so pure and selfless like the sun, something he longed to experience himself- Rika fell in love with the idea of being loved and understood by someone. To me, at least, both fell in love with their wishes and ideals, and they lived that through one another.


And I think the MC is right when she says that their love was tragic. Remember, neither of them ever loved anyone else before, as far as we all know. And this first experience for them was DISASTROUS and damaging. V’s sense of self is even lesser than before



Here we see V wallowing in guilt and self hatred. He scolds himself for ever thinking that he could love someone properly. He scolds himself for ever thinking he deserves love.


He is a broken man- peices of a puzzle that refuse to fit with one another, photographs that tell a disconnected story and incomplete paintings riddled with tear drops.


For all the innocence of character Yoosung and Rika portray, according to Cheritz… V seems pretty innocent as well. He tries to build his way up- tries to fill a void in his soul and tries to save others because he’s too afraid of the idea of saving himself.


I believe Rika when she says that V’s love only made her worse because it “threathened [her] devil” , even though I firmly believe she fed into it continuously and that her actions (hurting V and starting Mint Eye, brainwashing vulnerable people into it) are her own and hers alone. However; I don’t believe her at all when she says that V only wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of nobility. I believe that she believes it, but I don’t agree with it myself.


Because here we see a V that’s so willing to figure out just why he was born in this world- a V who knows not who is nor why he is there, and who cares less about himself than Jaehee does about Elizabeth the Third. He truly wants to put an end to what he believes he started.


And I’m going to end this post on that note. I might make another couple of posts regarding Rika, Ray, and V in general because there’s a lot to sort through in this route. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys are enjoying this route as much as I do!


-Phil

i’ve seen posts talking about how this man with coran

isn’t alfor, but a husband. now, stay with me


we know coran and lance are really good friends, right? and coran already tried to cheer him up when he was homesick. now, what if this — the knowledge of coran’s husband - is what starts lance’s bisexuality arc?


they’re all chilling and one of them asks coran if he had a wife, back in altea 10,000 years ago, and coran is more than happy to answer ‘a wife? no! but i had a lovely husband’ and tells some crazy coran-like stories from their adventures, and while everyone is enjoying, the camera focus on lance’s longing expression, and then he looks down, saddened


later, lance goes to coran to ask him for more stories and asks if back in altea it was unusual, two men together; coran notices his puzzled expression but says nothing, so he happily obliges and tell him some stories (maybe flashbacks?!) and he doesn’t know what lance meant by unusual, since in every planet he’s been, it wasn’t unusual, even mentions some alien races. lance hears everything with a smile on his lips, and when he’s about to leave, coran calls him out and says ‘i don’t know how it is in your planet, but know that we will love you regardless anything, right?’ and lance nods happily and leaves.

Imagine a jinn just chilling with you and laughing at your memes and you didn’t even know it

Why Goon is my favorite hockey movie

Yes, it’s about a hockey player who beats up people for a living. He plays in a team with guys who say and do stuff that a lot of people might find offensive.

BUT: It’s also the story of a guy who starts fighting because his brother is gay and some player uses a gay slur in his presence. He starts dating a girl who calls herself a slut, who sleeps around and is unfaithful. He is never anything less than a gentleman towards her, doesn’t slutshame her, gives her presents and tells her that he likes her a lot. He strives to do the right thing, tries to be accountable and responsible for his actions. He brings his team their spirit back.

A lot of hockey players have come out and said that Goon is surprisingly realistic in a lot of ways. Still, the film manages to tell a story about hockey that is neither homophobic, racist or misogynistic. Which is more than I can say about other hockey films I have watched. It’s actually more than I can say about the real life NHL sometimes. 

Originally posted by sad-machina

Barisi Episode Tag, 19x03

(7.9K. Inspired by ‘yummy.’ A canon-compliant story about Sonny and Rafael’s relationship through the seasons. No detail left unexplained, no stone left unturned. Please enjoy.)

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Three Years

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“Meet me at The Double Windsor. 9 o’clock.”

Rafael can’t stop reading the text.

Carisi’s text.

Rafael can’t stop reading Carisi’s bold, matter-of-fact text.

A time and a place.

Nothing else.

No ‘would you?’

No ‘unless you have other plans.’

No ‘please?’

Just “Meet me.”

Like he’s sure Rafael will be there.

Rafael is there.

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