i was going to wait until the 10th to post this

Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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Try to rip people off with shady flipped houses? Watch me flip your bank account.

So I don’t think this is entirely pro, but this just happened and I’m quite pleased with myself. Sorry for how long it is, I’m a wordy person.

Background: my girlfriend and I have been trying to buy a house for a month or two. Housing market where we live is tough, we don’t have a huge income, most houses sell within 24 hours, etc so it’s been a struggle. About a month and a half ago we found a house that was PERFECT. In the neighborhood we wanted, 2 bed 2 bath, at the very top of our price range but still doable, etc etc. Best part is that it’s beautifully renovated, new roof, everything is new and gorgeous! We put in an offer, but get outbid by someone else (which is crushing, if you have yet to experience that).

We mourn and then continue searching for other houses….until we get a call from our agent saying that the other buyers backed out and the seller is offering it to us first before putting it back on the market.

A quick important note here: the seller is the owner, but is also acting as his own real estate agent, and he runs his own business buying foreclosures and flipping them. This is important later.

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PAIN (1/2)

SUMMARY - You are a new avenger at the tower , and Bucky and Steve have returned from Wakanda . You try your best to make Bucky feel as comfortable as possible , until he bursts out in anger towards you .

WORDS- 1K (approx)

WARNINGS- A little angst (not much)

A/N - Thank you so much @betareader1 for being my beta on this one. 

So ….I posted my first ever fic on March 10th and June 10th was my 3 MONTH ANNIVERSARY and also the day I reached 1000 FOLLOWERS .  I am extremely grateful for everyone of you . It makes me so happy when you enjoy what I write . And Taw @supersoldierslover plays a huge part in this . Thank you so much for everything you have done for me . I love you . 

I hope you guys like this 2 part drabble series. 

If you wanted to be added to the tag list let me know . Let me know if you liked this part.

Originally posted by yourerunningthroughmyveins

You were pretty excited today. Captain America was coming back to the tower along with his childhood best friend and ex-assassin Bucky Barnes. The tension in the compound was pretty thick. Tony agreed to the avengers coming back after the separation caused by the accords, but it sure as hell didn’t mean that there was no bad blood. Honestly, if you were in his place you would feel hostile towards Bucky and Steve too but you also realised that everything that happened was of no fault of Bucky’s and Steve was just following his heart like he always does.

Tony has been walking the hallways like a madman trying to calm down his nerves while Nat is feeding him words to help him. You really didn’t know what to do. It has just been over 3 months that you had officially become an avenger and quite honestly it isn’t a lot of time to get to know someone when they frequently go out to missions  and come back utterly tired unable to utter a word . Not that you were complaining , you knew they were doing their job to the utmost best and they needed their rest .

As the elevator seemed to stop at the common floor you were all in waiting for their arrival, everyone’s eyes turned to Tony then the rest exchanged looks .

As the door opened  all eyes were on Captain who had a soft smile on his face . Even after all that he has been through , after all that life has put him through , being a vigilante in the eyes of the government while running to save his best friend to be branded as a criminal . He fought for what he thought was right , going against his friends , to save the one man who used to save him.

Steve’s huge body was still barely able to cover that of the man of the hour . He was scared . He was ashamed . He didn’t have the courage to look into the eyes of the people in front of him. He could no longer be changed into the soldier by using a few words thanks to the scientists at Wakanda . And he also knows that what he did wasn’t him  and that he was trapped in his own mind . But he knows that it was his hands that killed all those people , and no amount of water will be enough to wash off the blood off his hands .

Steve moved to the side, letting everyone see Bucky’s frame. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his body evidently tense , until Steve cleared his throat and his eye rose to look at his face .

But it was Tony who spoke first ,

“You already know every one of us . So I do not think there is any need for introduction . You room is right next to Cap’s . And this is Y/N , and she is part of the team now.”, he said pointing towards you .

You walked over to Steve and extended you hand . He took yours in a firm handshake smiling down at you .

“It is an honour to meet you Captain.”
“Please call me Steve . Welcome to the team .”
You then extended your hand towards Bucky , neither did his hand nor did his eyes , raise . You could understand how he felt so you didn’t take offense .

“It’s nice to finally meet you Sergeant Barnes. I will guide you to your room .”, you say looking between Steve and Bucky .

All through the week you tried your best to make him feel comfortable around you.  He was mostly with Steve . He didn’t mingle much with anyone else. Maybe a little with Wanda as she played a huge part in helping the scientists remove the triggers from his mind .

You smiled at him every time he passed by . ‘Good morning’ and ‘How was your day?’ was something  you asked his but never got a response but only a confused look.

He couldn’t seem to process that someone was talking to him so sweetly and actually cared enough to ask him how his day was .

As the days went on he started sitting along with the rest of the team. ‘Good night’s’ and the occasional nod were shared .

“Do you want to watch something James?”you asked as you saw Bucky sitting on the sofa in front if the TV .

He looked up at you with confusion .

You picked up the remote and handed it to him after switching it on .

He got up from his place and left without saying anything . For the next few days you realised that the look of confusion was no longer there  and that a look of anger took its place .

It hurt you. You knew it will be hard for him. He seemed to be doing fine with the rest, and it was only with you that he behaved this way . But you decided to give it another try . You knew he’d go for a run every morning with Steve so you asked Steve if you could go out with him this morning and he  agreed . You walked over to the kitchen where you knew you would find Bucky, Steve walking a few steps behind you.

“Hey Bucky.”, you greeted as he was filling his water bottle. He just nodded in response for some reason even greeting him got him angry .

“So…Do you want to go for a run with me? Steve can’t come. And I know you go every day . It’s okay I won’t make chatter. We can just run in silence. Not that I can keep up with you.” you say laughing, your mind telling you to stop your blabbering, but it wasn’t your mind that stopped you but Bucky.
“Shut up!!!” His voice was laced with anger and so was his face .

“I just… I don’t want to come on a run with you okay? I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even understand why you do….”
“NO!! Just get away from me and for god’s sake don’t talk to me ever again.” He was fuming, you could feel the  anger radiating off his body. Tears trickled from your eyes, but you managed to speak back.

“Okay.  I’m sorry.”

With that you left the room as tears rolled down from your eyes.

You plopped down on  your bed as your body shook  with your sobs , your head aching with pain .   


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3 Perfect Days In Seattle: A Guide

Day 1

Morning Coffee: Elm Coffee Roasters

240 2nd Avenue South | Seattle, WA 98104

If you fly in take the Link (Seattle Public Transit) downtown.

Right when you get off, you can walk a few blocks until you find Elm Coffee.

This place was recommended by new friends I found from Instagram the wide open space is filled with a white marble bar, and tables accompanied by wicker chairs that seem to fit you just right.

 Petite pastries lay across the bar. The most tempting are the vegan donuts, although you won’t be able to tell the difference.

 The coffee has a light, citrus scent to the roasted beans and the pitter patter of feet fill your ears as customers line up for their morning latte. The ambience is very relaxing, light chatter feels comfortable, and is a sweet spot that isn’t so touristy (like Original Starbucks, you can go there, too!)

Mid-Day Brunch: Biscuit Bitch

1909 1st Ave | Seattle, WA 98101

Walking down to Pike Place, the infamous marketplace is next. To satisfy the itch to try new food in the city, you can get your southern soul food fix closeby.

 The sidewalk is usually lined up with hungry brunchers in line or waiting for one of the (few) coveted tables. The popularity of this place is obvious with people casually walking by end up joining in on the biscuit madness. Biscuit Bitch has all the sass and snarkiness that lives up to its name. The staff has hair all colors of the rainbow, tattoos that dot their arms, and are quirky and loud. I blushed a bit while ordering the “Hot Mess Bitch” but I’ll admit it felt cool to cuss when I ordered.

 The Hot Mess Bitch had me exploring every corner of my cardboard to go box (everything is packaged to go). One bite had me chomping down smooth grits with cheese and the next bite I’d get a flavor whirlwind of sausage, jalapeno and biscuit. Every bite was a new experience depending on which ingredients I wanted to combine next.

The Hot Mess Bitch- Biscuit Bitch

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gayfactor  asked:

Hey, yeah. So about that au with '7 reasons why' could we get a continuation of the story in perspective of the other members? Their reactions perhaps?? Thank you!

Yes! I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot tbh! 

I recommend you read the original before you read this! 


(The credit goes to them) 

Everyone was still attempting to recover from what happened. It happened out of the blue (like his color! hah *cries*) as far as everyone was concerned Lance has no reason to do it. None at all. 


Shiro was the first one to receive the tapes. He was on his way to his room after a long day of training. He nearly tripped on the box as he entered the room. He hesitantly picked the box up and entered his room.  He slightly laughed when he opened the box and saw..tapes? Where did these come from? He hasn’t seen a tape in years. 

Shiro carefully picked up the tape that said 1A on it, written in blue handwriting. Shiro glanced around his room, looking for something to play the tapes on when he noticed the tape player in the box. 

Shiro pulled it out and decided he would listen to one then clean up and go to dinner.

He soon realized that he would not stick to that plan. 

Shiro placed the headphones on his head and pressed play on the first tape. He was greeted with static then Lances voice crackling through the headphones ‘ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…’

Shiro’s eyes widened at what he heard. He was paralyzed, and listened to the rules that Lance put in place. 

How would he e- Shiro’s thoughts were cut off by Lance saying “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”

Shiro knew he had to listen. 

Shiro sat on his bed shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t move from his spot on the bed. He knew that he could be hard on Lance, he just didn’t consider the negative effect on the poor boy. He had listened to all the tapes. Everyone one of them. He now knew why. Shiro shakily took the head phones off and put everything back in the box. 

He fought back tear and barely register when Keith called him for dinner. As he walked out of the room he placed the box back in front of his door. He was grateful when he found the box gone when he returned. 


Keith was the next one to receive the box. He found it on his bed when he was walking back from the pool. Swimming was the only thing he could do to feel close Lance. 

He noticed the box but decided to open it after his shower. 

One he was all cleaned up he put the box on his desk and opened it. He carefully examined all the tapes one by one. Keith picked up the headphones and pressed play on the first one. He was also greeted with static and Lances voice breaking through “ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…”

Keith nearly through the headphones across the room but he listened to the rules instead. 

He wasn’t sure what emotion was stronger during Shiros tape. Empathy or anger. So Shiro killed Lance, he wanted to make Shiro pay until he switched the tape and heard what he didn’t want to hear. 

“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”

Keith was frozen I killed Lance too?


Keith was crying by the time Hunk’s tape was over. He was crying for his lost friends and a relationship that would never happen. He never intended to hurt Lance, yet he did. Keith put the tapes away, placed the box on his bed and sat inside Lance’s room trying to feel any part of Lance. Slightly relived when he found the box gone the next day. 


Pidge was next on the list, she found the box when she walked into Green’s hanger. 

“What’s this?” Pidge received a growl in response, like Green was upset with her. “Why are you mad?”

Pidge sat down in front of Green and opened the box. She dumped out the tapes and sorted them by order. She knew immediately that they were Lance’s, she was there when he bought them at the space mall a few months back. She also picked on him for that and called him stupid, but hey she was tired that day and wanted to go play her new game, not wait for Lance buy tapes. 

Pidge put in the first tape and listened to Lances voice break through and the rules he put in place. 

She could already tell where this was going ‘fuck’ 

Pidge started at nothing as she let the headphones fall into her lap. She knew that this was her fault as much as the others but she hurt Lance where it really did hurt. Family. Lance was a family person and just wanted to feel some connection to Earth. She couldn’t be bothered to help him with it, even though he only wanted to help her. 

Pidge unconsciously put the tapes back in the box and sat inside Green while she cried for a brother she lost.


 Hunk received the tapes in the kitchen. He pulled the tapes out and decided he would listen to them as he cooked, he wouldn’t get far. 

Hunk had all of the supplies out on the counter, he had the first tape ready. However as soon as he pressed play, he broke down in a wet sob. It was Lance, It was his voice. After listening to the rules, Hunk didn’t want to hear what Lance had to say.

Hunk was on the floor crying. He knew that something was bothering Lance, but he didn’t think that it was this major. One check in could’ve have saved his best friend but Hunk couldn’t be bothered. Hunk feel asleep curled up on the floor, when he woke the tapes where gone. 


Allura was the next person to receive the box. They were placed on the control panel. Allura (thinking that it was music) decided to listen to it when she took a relaxing bath. She had to adjust the headphones multiple times to make sure she was actually hearing Lance. 

How did he do this?

Allura decided figure out what this was about. 


The water was cold around Allura. She never knew how much she stressed Lance out. She didn’t know how much he struggled with trying to be perfect. She couldn’t even defend herself, everything Lance said was true. 

After she dried herself off she put the box back in the control room and walked away. 


This was Lance’s tape so the box immediately went to the next person.


Coran the last person to  receive the tapes. He found them when he was cleaning the healing pods for the 10th time. He already cleaned the entire castle 4 times but he needed to stay distracted. 

Coran wiped his brow and sat down in front of one of the pods. He examined the tapes carefully, and slowly put the headphones on. Coran started crying as soon as Lance’s cheerful voice came through. He missed that boy so much. 


Coran wiped his eyes for the 5th time. He knew something was off last time Lance came to him about his problems. He was aware that he over talked Lance, he just never thought about the consequences. Coran put the tapes back and put his face in his hands. He listen to the mice drag the box out of the room, removing the only piece of Lance the team had left. 


Thank you so much for this! It’s just past 1am right now and I’m crying. 

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anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

Top 10 Must Read Ichihime Fanfics

Multi-chapter edition! These are in particular the fanfics I believe are a must, perhaps even a requirement, for any true Ichihime fan to read! Fics are mostly rated T - M, with varying language and violence, as well as sexual content.

All fanfics are complete, apart from one.

Fanfictions listed here are found on FF.net, and are in no particular order.

La Belle et la Bete by Enelya87 - 19th century France. An AU Ichihime story based on Beauty and the Beast. “He lifted his hand and dragged a single claw down her cheek and throat, careful not to break the delicate skin.” Language and Lemons.
This is one of the first Ichihime fanfics I ever found, and I remember staying up a full day for the first time in my life when I first read this. Written back in 2009, with 15 chapters and a total of 131,138 words, its a very capturing read!

Office Romance by Enelya87 - They are separated until Isshin pulls a fast one on Ichigo and brings the two together again. Except for one, slight obstacle.
Because we all need a sexy little fic involving Ichigo trying to keep his cool with Orihime strutting around in a pencil skirt. Jealousy, lace panties, and a not-so-tough “rival” for Orihime’s heart. Written in 2009, 5 chapters, 20,061 words.

Yakusoku Shitara byle.etoile - [If You Promise] Protect me if you want. Stay by my side if you wish. My only request is that you don’t cry for me when I’m gone. Instead, smile in memory of me. IchiHime Royal Realm fanfic.
 I have read this so many times in the past year alone, but never get tired of it. It flips between Orihime and Ichigo’s P.o.v. and is based around the idea “what if Orihime was the key”. le.etoile and Ichihime? Duh! Written in 2009, with 11 chapters and 51,212 words, you can almost taste their yearning for each other.

hardboiled strawberries, smiling halcyon by alice hattercandy“Twice, you almost lost her. Her brother. Aizen. Who do you need next to finally gather your balls— if you have any— and tell what you need to say to her? Don’t wait for the third time. Because bad things come in three.” Days later, it happened.
Do you wanna cry? This is one of those fics you will read over and over, forgetting the ending not because it is forgettable - it is the most memorable - but because it will pull you in just as hard as when you first read it. (Or, it might be because of the tearful trauma.) Alice Hattercandy pretty much wrote the book for Ichihime fanfiction in my opinion. Written in 2009, 24 chapters, 104,971 words.

that beautiful girl, she’s a beautiful girl by alice hattercandy- CRACK. But because he was Ichigo and she was Orihime, nothing seemed to get right in their love story.
I think about this fic literally every day(I whisper the title under my breath way too much) The angsty Ichigo is my favorite Ichigo aside from the protective one, and boy does Alice capture them both! Its cute, and Ichigo is clueless even when he knows. Written in 2010, 3 chapters, 6,472 words.

Long Way Down - by le.etoile- Two entirely different people somehow intertwined by similar pasts. With one boy disabled and the girl with a secret, how will these two not-so-strangers learn to trust and fight against an unknown force together?
An AU, where in Ichigo is disabled and is still more hot/sweet than my delicate heart can handle. I have never found another fic like it. Orihime is so sweet I could cry! Drama? Check! Written in 2010, 17 chapters, 52,375 words.

Tainting the Roses Red by Child of the Ashes - Ichigo knew he could be thick headed. He almost always learned things the hard way, but about this, he couldn’t be making mistakes. His hollow was playing a dangerous game, one that somehow involved Inoue.
You might scream. Why is entirely up to you. In which Hichigo starts to surface more frequently as his relationship grows stronger with Orihime, and new faces stir up trouble. Written in 2010, 25 chapters, 107,347 words.

The Pain of Remembrance by halfdemonfan- It was amazing how one memory could change a person’s perspective. Canon to volume 404.
(Or, episode 300) Featuring a somewhat different end to the Aizen fight. We get to see the soft progression of our favorite couples relationship with a twist of Ichigo angst. Written in 2011, 28 chapters, 154,461 words.

The Most Dangerous Things by Child of the Ashes - In which Orihime runs and Ichigo chases.
My smutty love! Child of the Ashes is another notable writer for the Ichihime community. In this, we experience a sex savvy Ichigo frustrated with the sex curious Orihime. Written in 2011, 9 chapters, 31,128 words.

Bakery Department 12 by CoffeeBooks - ABCookies meets it’s end and Orihime finds herself a new position. It’s still a bakery but different from what she’s used to. Will she be able to handle working with the new employee?
Its cute, its light, and Ichigo is only subtle enough for Orihime to not get. Go figure right? Pining Ichigo is the best. Written in 2012, 12 chapters, 22,245 words.


Hidden Screams - Star Slightly To The Right - “Kurosaki-san, right? I know you do not know me, but I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
AU. I mentioned this wasn’t in any order, but I suppose I lied. Because this is incomplete, it will be the 11th in this top 10.
This is my all time favorite fic, even if incomplete. Ichigo is so just… bad ass, and that sort of sexy-rough my heart cannot handle it maturely. And Orihime, precious Princess she is, good lord! There are a thousand things I could say for this story, but I’d have to make a separate post for it entirely. You MUST read this one! Written in 2012, currently 20 chapters, 101,428 words, last updated November 10th 2016.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm writing in canon and I had no idea what the timeline is for Sam's military career, so I researched a lot. MCU wiki says he was born 9/23/1978, and he would have graduated in May 1996 at 17. I figured he'd wait until Oct (after he turns 18) to sign up to be a PJ (I chose the 10th). To become a PJ, you have 7.5 weeks in basic training (ending 12/2/1996 in my timeline), 1 week for airmen's training (ending 12/9/1996), and 501 days of tech training (ending 4/24/1998 when Sam is 19). --

2 -  Sam was in the 58th pararescue squadron which became active on June 14th, 2002 irl. I’m not an expert nor am I done researching. But I do know he would have joined the 58th in mid/late June at the earliest, when he was 23. MCU wiki doesn’t say when Riley died but considering Sam had to have at least a year to become a peer specialist (see: brodhi-rook tumblr com /post/126618771141/) and probably been at the job for a while (I’ll say 6 mos), Riley probably died in Oct 2012.

3 -  But this is just rough and I don’t really think Sam would come home from war and instantly be like “ok let’s go help other vets deal with grief!” you know? I think he’d give himself some time. So I’d say Riley died from like 2009-2011 (maybe early 2012). So Sam would have been pararescue for 12~ years and VA worker for about a year and a half based on my timeline. For the writers, do what you want with this, change it as you please. P.S., PJ training is so hardcore I would dropout instantly.

4 -  I just looked into it a little bit more and it seems pretty likely that Sam was originally in the 48th rescue squadron which has been active since 5/1/1993. Both the 48th and 58th are both part of the 563d rescue group. It’s pretty decorated and fought in ww2, Vietnam, Korea, etc. The 48th and 58th are also called “Guardian Angel” squadrons which is pretty fitting if you ask me.

Oh wow, thank you so much for this valuable info! (The mod team may have teared up at the “Guardian Angel” part…)

We would love to include this in a Sam Wilson reference page if you’re okay with that. Thank you for your hard work, anon!!

- Mod Cat

“Stop being a dick!!“ you shriek to tumblr user Pokemon-Stim-boards through the screen. You’re upset. You can feel the anger bubbling in your chest, you feel yourself losing control. “I can’t believe he said that” you think to yourself. “I can’t believe he called cishets wild. How could he.”

You feel your anger turn in to confusion. “What have straight people even done to lgbt people?? Why would anyone ever have any anger towards any cis gender or heterosexual person? We have done nothing!” You just sit there pondering what to do. “How dare a random person on the internet indirectly offend me like that!” You say out loud your anger returning.

What should you do to make this all feel better? What could possibly rectify this situation? “I know!” You proclaim.

You go to pokemon-stim-boards’ blog. You click the message icon. You start typing your message. You edit yourself several times. Eventually you finish it. You read the screen a couple times. “I’m unfollowing. I really liked your blog until you turned out to be an asshole.” It reads. Perfect.

But wait. You hesitate. You feel a little flare of nervousness come into your chest. “What if he confronts me? What if he is mean to me?” Suddenly you remember there’s a solution. You see that small little square. You click it breathing a sigh of relief. Your icon changes, your URL disappears, suddenly you are saved. No one could possibly know it is you. No one will no that it’s you unfollowing this blog.

A couple minutes pass. You check his blog every minute desperate for a reply. You need to know what it says.

You check his blog for the 10th time. He finally replied!! What did he say?
You read the response.
You read it again.
And again.

“Lmao okay you didn’t really have to tell me that lol” it reads.

Your heart drops.
He doesn’t care.
He’s not hurt.
This is not at all what you wanted.

You take a few deep breaths. You start typing a response. You’re less careful, less precise with this one.

“I’ll call somebody out on what they are, I don’t really care what you think. Stop being a dick to people for no reason. It’s not cool or ~~trendy~~.”
There. That’s perfect.

You press send.

Pokemon-stim-boards replies. You take a few more deep breaths preparing to read the answer.

"Aw, the anon is angry”

He still doesn’t care.
“I will make him care.”
You open the message box.

“You know what just KILL YOUSELF you’re being a DICK for no reason”

You wait.
You check his blog.
He’s posting. He’s active. But he’s not answering your ask.

Did it not send? Does he still not care? “Why isn’t he answering” you cry.

You decide to unfollow him. “That’ll show him” you think. “Especially since I told him I was going to unfollow him a long time ago.”

You go to his blog.
You see that button.
“Unfollow” it says
You take a deep breath.
Your hand trembles. “Goodbye forever” and you click unfollow and leave his blog forever.

Ruby Theory

Episode 20 of season 4 is scheduled to air on march 10th. The tittle of this episode is “Room for ruby”. The synopsis is “Steven’s gem family begins to grow”. This raises the question, what exactly is this episode going to be about?

Well in the episode “Adventures through light distortion” the gems talk about going back to get the Rubies that where floating around in space right?

Well what if the gems retrieve the Rubies from space, and that leads to them joining the crystal gems?

It dose seem a bit far fetched until you see this picture that was recently posted of the recording studio

Here we see Steven, Peridot, Lapis, and Ruby. Notice though that there is no Sapphire. This probably means that its not our Ruby. And if its not our Ruby then it only makes sense that its the Rubies that are floating around in space.

What would motivate them to want to join the Crystal Gems, I’m not sure about yet. But since they love Jasper so much it could be possible that they would be on board with helping figure out how to uncorrupt gems.

And Eye Ball and Steven did have an (admittedly short) bonding moment in the episode “Bubbled”.

I guess we will just have to wait until March 10th 2017 to find out.

Some Things About Leia Organa and Her Hair

So I’ve been considering doing a post about this for a while and since there’ve been a lot of discussions about Leia recently I figured ‘why not’?

So, some things about Leia and her hair from a person who is living with hair LONGER than Leia’s is depicted in ROTJ and has been for quite a long time.

Please bare with me while I learn to use this thing.

1. She is inevitably asked by someone if her hair is real every time she tries a new style.

2. As a child she would wear her hair down when she was at home but as she grows (along with her hair) it becomes a less common occurrence because her hair is to much to deal with down. (Exceptions are made for headaches. Sometimes.)

3. On the way to Bespin Han asked her to wear it down and she refused (5 times) until she finally un-braided it all for him to see how long it is. (Han stops asking.)

4. Breha taught Leia to do her hair and Leia keeps some of her pins to tuck into her hair, even once they’re worn out and no longer keep anything in place.

5. She never has enough bobby pins.

6. Or hair ties.

(She asks Chewie to buy her some while on a supply run. He brings back exactly what she asks for and refuses any payment.)
7.On the way to Bespin she teaches Han simple styles and techniques; how to divide hair for a braid, how and where to pin them, what styles are good for what, and, his personal favorite, how to find all of the pins.

8. Hair, on Alderaan is tradition and modesty and necessity. It takes Leia some time to learn this but it takes her even longer to realize that other places don’t share the same customs.

9. A particularly rude Ambassador once inquired as to why she wore her hair “like a common peasant.” She hit him. (She later discovers that the people on his planet only bind their hair if they must work. She never apologizes.)

10. Leia is distraught over Jaina’s refusal to have her hair done and she cries the night Jaina comes home with it chopped short. (She thought she was going to get the chance to pass on the things her mother taught her.)

11. There is a crisis (because there is always a crisis) on some midrim world they happen to be on and a law is passed saying that to leave any hair must be shaved to the skull. Han promises to stay with her until the decree is lifted and he teaches her how to wrap her hair in scarves the way he remembers his mother doing.

12. The Rogues tell her mood by her hair. Han tells the political climate. Luke tells the weather.

13. One time, trying to be helpful, Luke brings her images of various hairstyles from the holonet. Leia is forced to tell him that anything that is pictured with hair shorter than hers will never work like the pictures but agrees to try some anyway.

14. Her hairstyle on Bespin is not something she’s ever seen done before but Han created the beginnings of it one night when she allowed him to braid her hair.

15. The style becomes one of her favorite elegant styles. She wears it on their wedding day.

16. She’s not one for overly adorning her hair but she has a handful of decorative clips, two hair sticks in different styles, a circlet and a diadem, all of which are very simple.

17. Her circlet was created for her when she was born, elegant gold twisting and coiling with one small sapphire set in it. After the war it was thought to be lost. That is, until it turned up, along with jewelry that had been in an exhibit about the designer. They found the diadem there too. It had been her mother’s, and it was quite simple, silver with small diamonds. (Her mother always said it was a day diadem, for formal events before sundown.)

18. After the event with Jaina’s hair Leia says nothing. She sits at her dressing table and does her own hair, leaving the door open for her daughter just in case.

19. Han built her a stool for the ‘fresher on the Falcon so that she can sit in front of the mirror and be at just the right height to do her hair.

20. The Rogues timed her once on doing her hair. She took out two braided buns and turned them into four braids coiling around her head. It took her 20 minutes to do the whole thing. They were impressed.

21. Jaina eventually begins allowing her mother to style her hair again for formal events. It’s quite short but Leia is quite skilled. After Jaina turns 18 Leia allows her to wear the circlet but Jaina rarely agrees, saying she’s not the real Princess.

22. There’s a rumor that Leia can do her hair faster than Han can tear apart, clean and reload his blaster. This is untrue. They tried it once. Han was 11 seconds faster.

23. When her friends get married Leia does their hair. For Winter it was a traditional coronet that looks like a tiara with the right pins. For Mara it was a waterfall of braids that she has only ever replicated for Mara on she and Luke’s 10th anniversary. The list goes on.

24. When Jag proposed Jaina began growing her hair out while trying not to make it seem obvious. The morning of the wedding she waits at her mother’s dressing table until Leia emerges from the ‘fresher. With tears in her eyes, Leia braids the diadem into her daughter’s hair and realizes how much she wished her mother had been there to do this for her.

25. After Bespin Leia allows her hair to become a mess. Finally a kind Alderaani survivor comes and washes and braids Leia’s hair, saying that it won’t do them any good to find Captain Solo if he has no one to come back for.

26. Leia would never cut her hair. She won’t even consider it.

27. Han establishes a rule that if he takes her hair out at night he either has to rebraid it before they go to sleep or he has to help her brush it in the morning. He figures this is a fair rule since he’s usually responsible for the mess it is. 

28. She teaches Jacen how to do hair and he’s always excited when his daughter tells her friends that her dad made the elaborate twists and coils.

29. Breha used time together doing hair as a way to teach her daughter about the galaxy but Leia stopped dreaming of a daughter of her own during the war.

30. Jaina is stubborn and “far to like Han” but she learned far more from her mother than Leia ever thought she did. She always tells her friends that beauty is often seen as a softness and lack of strength but she’s never seen anyone look more beautiful, and still kick butt, than her mother. Being focused on ones hair or make up or clothes isn’t something to be frowned upon, because you never see it coming when they can win a fight in an alley.

(Hoping this makes sense, I have a major headache. (: )


Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Lim Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff 


Part: One-Shot

Words: 2247

Summary: 10 times are more than enough to drive him crazy.

A/N this is just a side writing (i literally wrote this at 3am in the morning, fml) before i posted the last chapter of RAHASIA. Hope you guys enjoy the first fluff i’ve ever written ♡

Your dorm was as quiet as usual. Only the dimmed sound of a running tv show accompanied you cooking your dinner. You stole a glance over the tv that you set parallel to your mini kitchen every time you had the chance.

As you began to put the chicken that you had marinated for an hour before to the crippling hot pan, you heard someone knocking on your door. After turning down the heat two levels lower, you made your way down the hall to the door.

“How many times i have told you to ring the bell, Changkyun. It is there for a reason.” You mumbled as soon as you met the familiar face. “Oh and anyway, i don’t think i invited anyone for dinner tonight.” You were about to close the door but he was fast enough to slip his foot between the door and its frame.

“You owe me an explanation.” He let himself in. You rolled your eyes in annoyance. You knew what was this all about; your blind date that he set up.

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I’ll Be Good - Part 4

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 3  -  Part 5

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter - Bucky goes behind Steve’s back to release you, and you use your new freedom to finally relax.

Warnings: Swearing. Wow that’s it!

Word Count: 1542

Author’s Note: Okaaay I don’t know about this one, guys. I’m in agony right now. Parts 1-3 were all one fell swoop of inspiration but this feels like jumping off a cliff. A new side to reader because let’s be honest, nobody’s on their A game all the time. But don’t worry, you’ll be back to fucking shit up in no time.

Bucky walked in front of you, silent and swift, leading the way through endless corridors. The technology around you was impressive. Nat must love it here, you thought with a wistful smile, technology was always her thing. We could really do some damage together with resources like this… The smile faded as quickly as it had come. Maybe once. A long time ago.

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The One

Pairing: Rosé × Reader

Genre: fluff, soulmate!au

Words: 2,316

Warnings: none

Request: not requested

Originally posted by lisavevo

A/N: This is the first story that ive ever posted on tumblr and I’m not that great of a writer so bare with me please!

your pov

Everybody was born with a soulmate.

Once you’ve reached a certain age, a tattoo is engraved into your skin with the date that you will meet your soulmate. The week after your 10th birthday, you woke up to see a date that you’d never forget engraved into your arm in small cursive letters.

April 21, 2017

You remember jumping out of the bed in excitement, running up to your mom who was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You shouted excitedly about the new tattoo on your arm with a smile on your face and waved your arm around for your mother to see while your mom stared down at you with a happy glimmer in her eyes.

After that you began to mark down the days until you met your soulmate. Back then it had felt like such a long wait, but now you were 19 years old and you were only a day away from meeting your soulmate.

You had been through a lot ever since the day you had gotten your tattoo. The biggest thing was when you found out that you didn’t only like boys, girls too. You didn’t realize you had a thing for girls until mid 6th grade. Apparently a new student had arrived at your school named Jennie. Throughout the entire day you kept hearing over and over again how beautiful the new student was at school. Boys already wanted to date her and girls already envied her. You thought everybody was exaggerating until she walked into your 6th period math class.

She had long wavy brown hair, a slight baby face, and an accent that had somehow made her even more attractive than she already was. You found yourself thinking about her 24/7 and you knew that this definitely was not the feeling of just wanting friendship with her. As time went on you continued to develop an even bigger crush on Jennie even though you knew she wasn’t your soulmate. Eventually your crush on her was forgotten when you finally reached 9th grade and you ended up going to separate high schools.

Now it was April 20, 2017 and you were a day away from meeting your soulmate. It was hard not to think about tomorrow. At this point you’ve started to lose track of how many times you’ve tried to distract yourself and failed. You couldn’t help but wonder how your soulmate looked, if your soulmate was going to be a boy or a girl, if they had a terrible personality or not. This was going to be the person you would be spending the rest of your life with, it made perfect sense that you were as nervous are you were. You didn’t want your soulmate to be disappointed when they saw your face. It didn’t help that you were the first in your group of friends to find their soulmate, so it’s not like you had anybody to ask for advice.

You sighed, trying desperately to focus and pay attention to the show you were trying to watch but failed. Even though it was probably hopeless, you grabbed your phone to call Y/BF/N and ask her for advice.

rosé pov

“What if they hate me?” Rosé asked before throwing a grape into her mouth.

“I’m sure they won’t hate you Rosé, you’re great, plus they’re your soulmate. It’s impossible for them to hate you.” Lisa rolled her eyes and grabbed a grape out of a bowl.

Rosé sighed, “I know, but I can’t help it.” Rosé paused for a second, “Oh my God! What if it’s a guy?”

Lisa scoffed, “Rosé, you’re basically the gayest gay that ever gayed. It’s definitely not going to be a guy.”

Rosé stood up, “I mean you never know! It could literally be anyone! It could be my next door neighbor for crying out loud!”

Lisa looked at her in confusion, “Your next door neighbor is Jisoo, you think your soulmate is Jisoo?”

“No! It’s just an example Lisa,” Rosé shrieked and tossed a pillow at Lisa and sat down in frustration. Lisa was definitely not helping Rosé’s current situation at all.

Lisa laughed and moved the pillow to the side, scooting closer to Rosé, “Look, I know you’re really nervous but you really shouldn’t be. You’re meeting your soulmate, your destined to be together forever. Trust me, they won’t hate you.”

“I know, it’s just hard not to think about you know? I wonder what they’ll look like and how they’ll act? I wonder if we’ll hate each other when we first meet and then fall in love? It’s all so weird and foreign to me.” Rosé frowned while looking down at the mark on her arm.

April 21, 2017. Rosé was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that’d she’d be meeting the person she has to spend the rest of her life with in less than 24 hours. It feels like it was just yesterday when she found the letters and number engraved onto her arm right after her 10th birthday.

Rosé found out that she liked girls pretty early on. Her first crush was in 5th grade year when a girl named Chaeyoung, who ironically shared the same name with Rosé, walked into the classroom. She developed a crush on her almost instantly but it didn’t last very long. Chaeyoung ended up moving halfway through the year. Rosé never made a very big deal over liking girls either. She thought it was a normal thing and her parents didn’t seem to care very much either. After that Rosé developed a few more crushes and even ended up with one girlfriend, but that didn’t last very long either. It was expected since the girl wasn’t her soulmate, but it’s nice to know what it feels like be in a relationship.

“You know what? Why don’t we binge watch some kdramas then go to sleep. How does that sound?” Lisa gave Rosé a soft smile.

Rosé nodded, “That sounds amazing right now.”

April 21, 2017 your pov

You were a nervous wreck.

The one bad thing about the tattoos engraved on your skin, was that they didn’t tell you the time or the place that youd end up meeting your soulmate. Most people usually just go outside and walk around until they eventually meet their soulmates, which is exactly what you were doing right now.

You had woken up at about 2 PM today, which resulted in you panicking and worrying about being late, until you remembered that you were destined to meet this person and there was no way that you weren’t going to meet them. You had bolted out of bed and dressed as nicely as possible, but not too nice. You didnt want to look like you were putting too much effort into your appearance.

After that you had gotten breakfast at a nearby cafe and started going for a walk through the park, at this point your feet were starting to get tired and you took a seat down at a nearby bench and sighed. It felt like you were never going to meet your soulmate at this point. What if your soulmate hated you? What if destiny messed up somehow and accidentally put you with some random stranger that youd end up despising? What if-

Suddenly in the middle of your panicked thoughts, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching your area, making you whip around to see who the mysterious person was.

As soon as you laid eyes on the girl, a gasp escaped your lips. The girl was gorgeous, almost breathtaking in your eyes. She had strawberry blond hair flowing down her shoulders and a sweet aura surrounding her. A petite frame and small face.

It was hard to explain the way you felt when you saw her, all that you knew in that moment was that she was definitely going to be your soulmate and you had absolutely no problem with that. You stood up with your heart pounding in your chest and greeted her.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” You say with a small smile. You don’t know how you weren’t a stuttering mess at this point, but you weren’t complaining.

“Hi, I’m Rosé,” She says smiling back at you.

Both of you just stand there for a minute, taking each other in. It was weird, thinking about how the person that was standing in front of you would be the person youd be with for the rest of your life.

“Oh! These are for you by the way!” Rosé said suddenly, removing her hand from her back which held a bouquet of flowers. She shyly handed them to you with a blush on her cheeks and backed away a bit.

A small laugh escaped your lips, “Thank you, they’re really pretty.”

Rosé smiled, “So, I guess we’re soulmates now?” She said with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah, I guess so, and I have to admit, I’m not very disappointed at all.”

Rosé chuckled, “I would say the same, but we barely know anything about each other.”

You grinned, “Then how about we get to know each other better over a cup of coffee?”

Rosé nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” She boldly grabbed your arm and led you to the nearest coffee shop, both of you with huge grins on your faces as you rushed to get to know the person you’ve been waiting your entire life for.

1 year later

It’s been a year since the day you’ve met Rosé, your soulmate. Things were a lot less awkward than they had been back then. Both of you were inseparable at this point and spent every waking moment with each other and you couldn’t be happier.

In the beginning of the relationship things had be quite awkward. Both of you were slightly shy and quiet and slightly confused about what to do with yourselves, but after a few dates you became closer and closer and now you guys were closer than ever.

“Y/N? Are you even paying attention?” Rosé sent you a small playful glare, snapping you back into reality.

“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.” You gave Rosé an apologetic smile as she rolled her eyes at you.

“You’re always zoning out. What were you even thinking about this time?”

“I was just thinking about us and the first day that we had met.” You say. “It’s our 1 year anniversary today.”

Rosé gasped and shot upright, “Oh my God, i didn’t even realize what today’s date was! I’m sorry I would have gotten you something.” “Rosé it’s fine, I’m not upset at all.”

“Still, I should’ve planned something for you,” Rosé says falling back onto the couch next to you with a sigh.

Both of you were currently sitting on the couch in your living room, flipping through the channels in boredom. There was nothing good on television during this time of the day and you both knew that, but you still continued to try to find something to watch.

“Do you just want to watch a movie or something?” You ask after giving up on finding something to watch on TV.

“Yeah, actually, I do. At the movie theater!” Rosé said with a grin.

You frowned, “No thanks, I’d rather stay here.”

Rosé looks at you in shock, “But y/n, it’s our anniversary! We can’t just stay in here all day. We have to do something.”

You groan in annoyance, “Okay, fine. Only because I love you and it’s our anniversary.”

Rosé grins and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, “Good! Now get dressed you potato.”

After a long hour of Rosé getting dressed and you telling her to hurry up, you and Rosé started to walk hand in hand to the nearest movie theater with equally big smiles on your faces.

“What movie are you thinking about seeing?” You finally say, breaking the silence.

“To be honest I’m not too sure. I thought we’d just pick something once we get there.”

You nodded and continued to walk hand in hand with Rosé. There was a comfortable silence around the two of you, but something about Rosé seemed off to you. It seemed like she was thinking hard about something but you couldn’t quite figure out what it might be.

“Rosé? Is something wrong?” You ask and let go of her hand, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk with her in front of you.

Rosé chews on her lip for a second, then starts talking, “I just can’t believe it’s been a whole year since we’ve met. It feels like it was just yesterday when I was freaking out over meeting you and wondering who my soulmate would be. Now we’re here, walking to the movies a year later and I’m closer to you than anybody else. As cheesy as it sounds, I’m really thankful for you, y/n. Before you the only friends that I really had were Lisa and Jisoo, and I love them and all but sometimes I’d still feel lonely you know? Ever since you’ve came into my life that’s changed. I feel comfortable around you, and at home.”

You look at her in shock, not expecting that sudden confession from your soulmate and girlfriend. You’re positive that your face is probably on flames right now and she probably notices, but you can’t help but smile.

“You know, I’m really happy you’re my soulmate.”

She grabbed your hand and started walking again, “I know. Who wouldn’t be happy to be my soulmate?”

Usually you’d roll your eyes and push her, but for once you had let it slide and just gave her a small smile, because you were happy that she turned out to be your soulmate. You were happy that she turned out to be the one.

Spooky Eyes part 1

“Great just my luck,” Danny mumbled to himself as he fumbled with the brush in his hands. He look soberly into the mirror brushing his thick crow black bed head until it was baby smooth. He was in a foul mood tonight. He had spent all day Friday and Saturday fighting ghost non stop with out a wink of sleep. 

AND NOW HE HAD TO GO TO THE NEON NIGHT FOOTBALL PROM!!! He was too exhausted for this crap. Normally Danny would have skipped the stupid “prom,” to sleep in all day, but his buddy Tucker had begged him to go so he would, and I quote ‘Not look like a total looser, dude!’. 

Why did Tucker even want to go to the prom? Honestly it wasn’t even a prom it was a football celebration disguised as a prom for Casper High’s 10th win in a row. Also he apparently had to wear all neon. How doe’s neon even fit into football!? Who cares like it would even matter… sigh…

“Just go in, then get out, laugh at how dumb everything is, and go hit some video games at the arcade… then,” He paused looking in the mirror as he adjusting his neon green tie with a smile “ you can get some sweet, sweet beauty sleep.”

Looking himself over he was satisfied with his look, he had a plain white short sleeve button up t-shirt, a pair of ripped genes, orange neon nikes, and to tie it all together… hehehe… a green neon tie.

As soon as he was done he heard the Fenton doorbell ring. Yes, 

“Fenton doorbell” His dad though it would be a cool idea if they put I giant button on there front porch with the bold letters “Fenton” on it.

Rushing he opened the door To tucker, Who shined Danny a playful smile.

“ Hey dude, are you ready to mix and mingle!!” Tucker exclaimed bouncily, giving a twirl, “ So, what do you think of my outfit?”

“ It makes you look like a Lady killer,” Danny grinned


“So what serial killer’s dead corps did you get it from?” Danny mocked playfully

“Hey, I have you know I spent good money on this outfit!” 

“ Oh yeah, how much?” 

“ 50 bucks”

“ 50 BUCKS!!!!” Danny gawked looking over Tuckers outfit. He had on an orange neon Dumpty Humpty t-shirt, green neon genes, purple neon shoes, sunglasses,and instead of his signature red cap like he usually wore he had replaced it with an identical neon yellow cap. He was a sight for sore eyes, no literally Danny’s eyes were getting sore just by looking at him too long. By the end of the night Danny was pretty sure he was gonna hate anything neon. 

“ Tucker, why, would you spend 50 bucks on an outfit you will probably only wear once?”

“To attract the ladies, I figured if I’m already so hot with my usual clothes on imagine how hot I’d be decked out!!”

“ Aa-huh, and the sunglasses would be for??” Danny pointed to the top of tuckers head where a pair of shades sat.

“Oh these,” Tucker grabbed the pair of shades from his head and placed them on his face,”These bad boys are for the ladies sake.” He said in his best silky voice while double gun pointing at his best friend

“ The ladies?”

“ So your gonna wear shades, in the middle of the night, In a dark room, for the ladies?” Danny deadpanned as he crossed his arms raising one brow in pure disbelief.

“ YEP, to protect them from the ray of beauty that is me!” he said in an overly exaggerating fashion as he caressed his face.

Danny playfully rolled his eyes as he looked at his buddy, “ Okay,whatever you say, lets just get this over with ladies man.”

“Awww yeah!!!” Tucker jumped in the air, “Dude this is gonna be so killer, just wait till we get there. Hello ladies here I come!”

Code Red part 3

Hey guys- here’s part 3 of ‘Code Red’. Enjoy or something! ;)

 Thanks Fran @francescabuccino and Sandra @omeliashipper for helping to proofread this chapter! You girls are the best <3

The previous chapters can be found here:




 Amelia’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Owen’s body go limp once the excavator removed the last piece of rubble from his body.

‘Oh no…no….no…..please no…. universe, please don’t take away another man that I love. I cannot afford to lose another loved one.’ she pleaded silently.

‘ Someone go get one of our ambulances!’ she heard April order, as she rushed over to Owen’s side and felt for a pulse. He still had a pulse, but it was weak and thready. He was in shock and needed to be resuscitated immediately.

‘ Owen!’ she pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks… ‘ Owen, please don’t leave me and our baby….please….stay awake for our sake…’

‘ Owen’ a primal groan of anguish escaped from her throat when Owen’s body remained limp.

‘ We have to transfer him to Seattle Presybetarian as soon as possible.’ April, stepping up to take charge of the situation, instructed the group of residents and interns gathered around her.

‘ Amelia- he’ll be fine ok?’ she gave her downcast looking colleague a big hug.

Amelia could only nod in reply, she really wished she could believe the statement.

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Forgive Me - Part 3

Summery: The reader goes back home

Triggers: angstyness

Word Count: 2000+

A/N: sorry its been so long since I last posted. I have 3 exams and 1 essay due this week so I might be late with the next part too. Sorry. (*not my gif)

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Maria and her team took you to a large ship. It was all black and metal and cold. Seats lined the walls shoulder to shoulder and they all had their own belts, fastening you to the side. Honestly, you were terrified of who these people really were. It was full of soldiers patching each other up with small medical kits, other hostages dressed in clothes like yours, and a few body bags that seemed to have something in them. You could only assume.

One moment everyone was rushing around. The next, calmness had settled in. You felt the force on your body as the vehicle was lifted into the air and propelled forwards. It was then you decided to find someone to speak to.

‘Excuse me?’ You moved the free section of your body forward. A young woman turned her head to look at you. It was the woman from before. Maria. ‘What has happened since they took us?’ She moved to sit in the empty seat next to yours.

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A Field Guide to Dimensions (Like the Astral) + Other things

(Disclaimer, this is shared gnosis. Believe it if you like. Or you might just find it interesting. Who knows.)

=First Dimension - “Source”=

Not much is really able to be described about this dimension. It’s simply where most souls are created. It’s a bunch of energy coalesced into a big soul factory.

=Second Dimension - Astral=

This dimension consists of loose energy which is able to be shaped very easily, but isn’t very solid. It’s quite abstract, and every one of us has a little pocket of the Astral where we go when we sleep. There are all sorts of entities here, mostly nonsensical and such. It reminds me of the realm of Hermaeus Mora in Skyrim, if you were to compare the feel of it to something. But it feels different in all parts of the Astral, really. So it’s very difficult to describe.

=Third Dimension - Physical Subdimension=

You’re living in it right now.

=Third Dimension - Energetic Subdimension=

Where all the energy side of things happens in the 3rd. Very closely related to the physical. They interact with each other and it’s very interesting.

=Fourth Dimension - Etheric=

The Etheric consists of layers stacked on top of one another and blended together to create a hardly noticeable flow between Hell (more dark, located at bottom), Purgatory (balanced, in middle), and Heaven (more light, at top). These aren’t your cliche Heaven, Hell and Purgatory. And even though demons populate Hell and Angels populate Heaven, and many other entities populate Purgatory, they are simply people and are not defaultly “good” or “evil.” They are as flawed as we are. In fact, I’ve known amazing demons and asshole angels.

There are also elemental realms in here. Think of it a bit like a clock or a compass. You’re in the center, and on the edges, the further you walk towards a direction, the more an element is magnified until it fades into a full realm of almost complete darkness, light, fire, and so on. It’s beautiful, really. And this can happen in any of the layers.

=Fifth Dimension - Mythic=

The Mythic is the place that consists of most mythology and most urban legends and all that. Centaurs, elves, pixies, fae, kitsune, etc. It’s one flat plane that has a day/night cycle. But don’t get too excited, flat-earthers. The night is very dangerous and consists of almost tangible darkness that will manifest things in it if you look at it or notice it. It essentially feeds off your attention. Specifically your fear. Because you have to form a link with something to examine or acknowledge something, even if it is temporary, and the darkness uses this fear to its advantage. But during the day, it’s quite nice.

=Sixth Dimension - “Minor-Divine”=

This dimension and upwards, I don’t have as much information about, but I’ll do my best to inform you. This is essentially where the minor “gods” exist. This is the area that most Greek myths take place, such as Heracles (no, it’s not “Hercules”) and all the other plays. Romans too. But there are also dragons in this dimension. Please note, that when I say “gods,” I am referring to a type of soul that is attuned to a certain element and/or property. Such as the god or goddess or deity of fire, or maybe nature. Anything, really. They aren’t as all-powerful as some of them think they are.

=Seventh Dimension - “Major-Divine”=

For the more known gods and goddesses, but not any legendary ones. More like the minor ones that were important enough to be written down, but not important enough to be told as stories that were passed down and such. It’s very similar to the sixth dimension, but a bit more chaotic and consisting of royalty and castles and palaces and everything you might want to make a divine territory to call your own.

=Eighth Dimension - “Legendary-Divine”=

Home to the rich snobs of Mount Olympus. Lots… and lots… and lots… of politics. It’s pretty stupid, really. But anyways. All the zodiac signs exist here. In fact, I have a funny story about Taurus, but I’ll get into it another time. In any case, you can probably figure out the rest. “Royalty” doesn’t even begin to describe it.

=Ninth Dimension - “Titan Test” (as I call it)=

Think of every dimension before this one as you growing up from being a child, all the way to adulthood. This is the test to see if you’re worthy of being a Titan. Titans exist in the 10th+. More on them in the next description, but this is essentially a rite of passage held by the Titans.

=Tenth and Beyond - “Titan stuff”???=

Think of this like the world we live in presently, but with actual magic magic. And a utopia-esque society. Not perfect, of course, but much much better. Titans exist here. It’s pretty much just a huge step up. But it’s a bit fantasy and sci-fi themed. Pretty cool, really. And each dimension above the 10th is kinda like another planet waiting to be explored. Yes, there’s around a million or so more dimensions. But they’re so small that it gets so condensed so fast and I’ve heard of titans ascending to the next, within an hour. Pretty crazy, huh? Well, to ascend and such, you need to do productive things to assist the titans and everything like that. There is a council of elders at the top of everything that decides who ascends and who doesn’t. It’s a bit complicated, yet also quite simple. I’ve said before that you need to literally experience things to fill a quota to ascend. Well, it’s similar here. Best way I can describe it, is that if you have more of an impact with your actions, then more of that literal experience you’ll gain.

=Misc Realms - The Void=

In between dimensions, there is this huge expansive infinitely large black emptiness, which isn’t exactly empty. Dimensions exist in the void, and the void itself actually has a consciousness. It is everything, but also nothing. Very interesting concept. Reapers, shadow people, shades, and void beasts exist here, and don’t think they don’t also ascend, because their energy simply changes as they progress.

The void has a sort of “bounty board” where anyone can place jobs. Or the void has tasks for people, to keep everything in balance. It’s a great place to find something to do if you’re bored. The void rewards knowledge and simply power, and the people have individual rewards for the jobs they post. Simple yet complex, again. And you thought reapers just exist in nothingness? Well, you’d be partially right, because it’s a bit of the aesthetic. But the void shaped by specific reapers and other entities who simply imagine and shape the energy. It’s sort of like art, really. The void keeps expanding and expanding. But this is also sometimes how dimensions are formed. Creators, editors, and destroyers (beings which have fully ascended and completed a checklist of sorts, look up my realities post for more info) can work together to create dimensions from the already existing worlds and planes. Pretty neat.

=Misc Realms - The Beyond=

A very very foul realm which consists of fear in itself. I personally don’t know where it is, but I speculate it’s simply “beyond.” The entities here are shapeshifters with no real form, who feed off of your fear by reading into you and transforming into your worst phobias. It’s not the best place to be. When these entities escape into the 3rd,its usually the stuff you see in the dark. (They’re different from shadow people, void beasts, shades, etc.) They don’t feel dark at all. They simply feel negative and are hard to lock onto.


I hope that was interesting and informative. I’m Roxas, and I’m a jack of all trades psychic. I post all sorts of metaphysical stuff and I believe that every belief system is true, so I try my best to cover all my bases in my posts. Follow me for more interesting and informative stuff like this.


Starting November 10, 2016 you can read all main stories, epilogues, sequels, and substories from games SIMILAR to these pictured above for FREE!!!

OK let me explain a bit about what I mean.

Voltage inc has made a series of game adaptions intended for overseas users VERY similar to these. Everything from the plots, to the characters resemble the original. Yes, there are some differences but considering that you will be able to soon play them for free I think that it’s a small sacrifice to make.


Voltage will soon be removing these selected game adaptions from their database on December 31, 2016 and they decided to make all the content from these selected games free to those that have the games already installed on their mobile devices. (They are going to remove them from the Google play store and itunes (I think that’s what it’s called) on November 7, 2016 so you have to hurry and download them now).

Here is a list of the voltage games above and their Voltage Entertainment USA adaptions;

-Office Secrets -> Intimate Business

-Seduced in the Sleepless City -> Glass Stilettos in Manhattan

-10 Days with my Devil -> My Killer Romance

- A Knight’s Devotion -> Knight of my Heart

-Love Letter from Theif X -> My Lover’s a Theif

-My Sweet Bodyguard -> To Love and Protect

- My Forged Wedding -> White Lies and Sweet Nothings

Now remember, if you want to play these classics all you have to do is

1) Download the apk’s from your mobile device’s app market now before they disappear on November 7th

2) Wait until November 10th

3) Play all the title’s content for free in these select games until December 31st


Voltage policies STILL apply to these titles which means that even though it’s 100℅ free, you are not allowed to record the stories or share them with other people. I know it’s tempting to want to keep these stories forever when they are going to be shut down so soon but please refrain from doing so. Instead, support the game by buying the original story from the original title where you can read it again and again.

The last thing I want to say is that I have all the android APKs files saved and because I know I made this post so late I will be happy to share them with you until the 10th. So if they are gone from Google play store you can just shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to send them to you in an email.

Have fun playing! :)

*NOTE* ONLY VOLTAGE ENTERTAINMENT USA GAMES ARE GOING BE FREE AND ARE GOING TO HAVE THEIR PLUGS PULLED. THE ORIGINAL TITLES ARE STILL HERE TO STAY AND WILL NOT HAVE A FREE CONTENT PERIOD http://voltage-graphicnovelromance.tumblr.com/post/152651627048/it-is-with-a-heavy-heart-that-we-announce-the-time