i was kind of screaming and flailing at this

Scorpius chats with Ron
  • Rose invited Scorpius over for the afternoon one summer to have dinner with them, but Ron insisted on having a chat with him because he thought they were dating, even though Rose insisted that they were not. So, Scorpius sat down and talked to Ron and...
  • Ron: What’s your full name?
  • Scorpius: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Some people call me Scorp.
  • Ron: I hear you tease Rose sometimes.
  • Scorpius: Um... *rubs the back of his neck* I used to in first to third year, but we're friends now. I promise I won't do it anymore. Posie- I mean, Rose- is so funny when she's angry, that's all.
  • Ron: So, Scorpius, you’re how old now? *looking gruff and like he’ll shoot Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: Fourteen, sir.
  • Ron: Fourth year, hm?
  • Scorpius: Yep. Same year as Rose. OWLs will be next year, so I’m pretty nervous. I know Posie will do well though, she’s brilliant.
  • Ron: Yes, well, she’s her mother’s daughter. *chuckles* What’s your favourite subject?
  • Scorpius: Potions, because Dad taught me. But Charms is fun when Posie helps me out.
  • Ron: What do you want to be when you grow up?
  • Scorpius: Maybe a Professor. I love Hogwarts. I'm not as good at it, but I think that I’d like to teach Transfiguration though, it’s so cool. McGonagall’s my favourite teacher.
  • Ron: I see. And what about your father and mother, do you get along with them?
  • Scorpius: Well- this is rare, but it happens - Dad loses his temper. He’ll snap at me and Mum. Mum annoys me from time to time. She’s a stickler for dressing up and being clean and all that.
  • Ron: My mum was like that and now my wife is too. Terrible fate, I’ve got.
  • Hermione: I HEARD THAT!
  • Scorpius: *laughs*
  • Ron: You like Wizard chess?
  • Scorpius: Yes, Al and I play all the time in the Slytherin common room.
  • Ron: Really? *chuckles* Reminds me of me and Harry. And what about Quidditch? Do you play?
  • Scorpius: No, sir. I like to watch, though. James is really good and so is that Zabini bloke from my house. And I really love the Chud-
  • Ron: *screams at him and flails his arms* CHUDLEY CANONS?!
  • Scorpius: *looking scared* Uh... y-yeah... it’s my... um...favourite team. Why? Is... is that bad? I'm s-sorry.
  • Ron: *shakes his hand* Welcome to the family!
  • Scorpius: What? But I’m...
  • Ron: My son!
  • Hugo: DAD?!
  • Ron: You Puddlemore supporter!
  • Scorpius: Puddlemore? Hugo, are you off your rockers?
  • Ron: I love this one. I love him. *hugs Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: But sir, Rose and I aren’t even dating. She’s my friend.
  • Ron: What do you think of her?
  • Scorpius: Well... she’s respectable and funny and kind and brave and... *blushes just a bit* maybe a teensy bit pretty?
  • Ron: ROSE!
  • Rose: Yes, Dad? Is dinner ready? I was just working on my History of Magic assignment and I-
  • Ron: You marry this one, okay? *pats him on the back and squeals* He likes Chudley Canons!
  • Rose: What?!
  • Scorpius: What?!
  • Ron: I give up all the things I said about you never marrying a Malfoy. Just go ahead, fall in love! *pushes him towards her* So long as he keeps loving Chudleys. Say, what was your favourite game?
  • Scorpius: But sir...?
  • Ron: *grinning like a fool* Which one? Come on, then.
  • Scorpius: 1988 Winter Games. I saw it on tape with Dad.
  • Ron: I’m calling Draco on the pellyphone to arrange a marriage.
  • Hermione: What? Ron, you can’t! Rose needs to make her own choices. Plus, you hated the Malfoys, why do you change your mind over a Quidditch team?
  • Rose: Dad, I don't want to have an arranged marriage!
  • Ron: *ignoring them* Hello, Malfoy? I’d like to ask a favour...
  • Rose: Um... sorry, my family’s crazy. *blushing*
  • Scorpius: Yep, I can see that. I don’t mind. *smiles at her*

It’s early but I was awake so I got online for a bit. Saw a very large spider crawling down my wall, and while I’m not absolutely terrified of spiders now, the leggier ones still give me the heebie jeebies. I waited for it to reach the floor and quickly trapped it under a cup and envelope. 

I moved to the door as fast as I could, and at this point my mom’s up and getting ready and asked what I was doing and I said “VERY LARGE VERY BIG SPIDER” and she said “oh baby why don’t you just kill it?” and the answer is I want to be nice and also I’m a coward. 

She tells me to release it at the end of the driveway so it won’t just come back inside, so I hightail it down the path and set the cup down and turn it over. It was empty.

That doesn’t make sense, it was huge! How could I have missed or dropped- my thoughts were interrupted when I found the spider; inching its spindly legs along my pajama pants. I screamed, probably waking up the whole street, and flailed around for a good 10 seconds until I was sure it was gone. My mom poked her head out the door with an “Are you okay?” to which I replied “THE SPIDER WASN’T IN THE CUP IT WAS ON ME,” still patting my legs and shaking the fabric of my pants. She laughed. I wasn’t sure where the spider was, so I apologized to the general area of grass.

And that’s the story of how I tried to be good and kind at 6 in the morning and it backfired on me horribly, I’m going back to bed.


Imagine Mary and John are always over-protective of you (even though you can properly take care of yourself) and they find out that you and Sherlock are dating.

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See you in the morning (Vatya) - Polly

Authors note: This follows a promo that was posted here a little while ago.
Prompt: Trixie visits Katya one early morning and finds Violet at the flat. The three end up eating breakfast together and Katya has to balance between his best friend and his fuck-buddy to whom he has accidentally caught feelings for. Trixie and Violet barely tolerate each other.

I wrote this from Trixie’s POV because I thought that would be interesting. So this is somewhat domestic Vatya and I wouldn’t call it Trixya jealousy but Trixie isn’t exactly Vatya’s biggest fan either. I hope this is somewhat what you had in mind, Anon. I’m using Katya/Trixie/Violet and she/her but they’re all out of drag. Feedback is always more than welcome! xx

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florabells  asked:

I've been checking out your ANIDALA ART AND STAR WAR ART AND I JUST JFSLDKFJSLDF WOW THANK YOU FOR ARTING. LIKE YEAH MAN. KEEP IT UP YO~ but no seriously omg you are fabulous. I've reblogged some of your art on my secondary blog and i'm like 'damn i think my life is complete. jesus you can take me now' hahaha -hyperspaces the hell out screaming 'YOU DA BEST'-

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m so sorry about the belated reply. So much has happened during the past two weeks and the exhibition starts tomorrow morning with a FREAKING PRESS CONFERENCE <__________>

So here’s a little Anidala thing to make up for my absence + lateness of this reply. I was practically flailing all over the place when I saw your ask, so THANK YOU!!! It totally made my day ♥♥♥ ;3;

Seventeen’s Reaction to: “We Got Married”

S.Coups: Be prepared for cheesy jokes and bad pickup lines. Maybe a flirty wink or two? Or ten. That was just a front for the cameras though. When they were off and it was just you two, he was charming and sweet; a true gentleman.

Jeonghan: Sings while you both cook. Likes to brush stray hair behind your ear or wipe away a fallen eyelash that landed on your cheek. Low-key couple outfits and matching jewelry.

Joshua: A real gentleman. He was shy when you first met but when he got more comfortable, he would bring you flowers or serenade you with his guitar.

Jun: Teaches you some Chinese phrases. Laughs if you mess up horribly. Also, bad puns where he’s the only one laughing. You tried teaching him how to whistle but still no progress. Speaks in Chinese to confuse and annoy you but when you understand him, he’s internally really happy because you’re actually learning and that makes his heart melt.

Hoshi: is a massive fanboy of your gg so starts screaming when you sit across the table from him. Then he takes deep breaths, hands flailing wildly – “Can I have your autograph?” and not so subtly spends the rest of WGM trying to impress you; showing off his expert dancing, “I choreographed that!” and “No, let me get that for you!”.

Wonwoo: Towers over you. Bends his knees to make the height difference less obvious during selca taking. Sometimes, just stares at you in awe of how funny or kind you are so it becomes a massive meme; “Find someone who looks at you like Wonwoo looks at _____.”

Woozi: He was reluctant to even be on the show, obvious from his half assed greeting you. Until you mentioned that you admired his lyric writing, how hard he worked and his amazing singing. Then, as the show went on, he came to find out about your talent and dedication. And then his demeanour changed. He pulled out chairs for you, complimented your hairstyle, blushed if you held his hand. By the end of the show, 17’s concerts had banners streaming with your ship name and it made him so happy to see fans supporting his feelings for you.

DK: this puppy brought nothing but fun times and laughter. With his sunshine smile and energy, you couldn’t help but get along with him. The staged tv relationship turned into a real relationship quickly, with the entire public backing it. It brought a lot of publicity to yours and 17’s careers.

Mingyu: Likes to tease you about the height difference (asshole). At first the relationship was purely a friendly one filled with playful banter but half way through the show, you started to look at each in a different light. Then the atmosphere turned from joking to romantic, with him pulling out chairs for you or opening doors.

The8: was really quite at first, mostly due to language difficulties and shyness. But when he warmed up to you, he started to crack jokes and act playfully. You were nicknamed the “puppy couple” because of your cuteness.

Seungkwan: tbh, he had a slight complex about feeling less important than the others in 17 and you helped him overcome that, always saying he was cute or complimenting his singing. Now he wants to hold your hand 24/7 and falls for every prank you throw at him, never actually exacting revenge like he always promises because he’s afraid of ever actually upsetting you.

Vernon: Meme boy met his perfect meme girl and you both became the meme couple; dabbing every day, rapping “Hotline Bling,” getting matching onesies.

Dino: Stuttering and awkward, he had no actual experience with girls before. So sometimes his teasing goes too far or he freaks out and runs if you start crying. One episode featured him frantically ringing his father for advice, then showing up later with a bouquet of flowers. He’s young but he’s trying at least.

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anonymous asked:

How does Foobs react during bad thunderstorms? Actually... How does Bucky react in bad thunderstorms?

Buckbuck probably likes thunderstorms tbh. Lots of energy and adrenaline and power flyin’ around that can’t ever actually hurt him! also he has a crush on thor

I feeeeel like Foobs would be as chill about thunderstorms as a doggo can be? FUBAR’s entire deal is that he is Calm in the face of stressors. But my hold up with thunderstorms is that they involve a lot of separate things that a dog would be sensitive to: the ozone smell, changes in barometric pressure, wind/rain/lightning/thunder, etc. Like it’s totally not impossible to countercondition and desensitize to that kind of thing but also it’s like…weather. And I’m not a dog trainer. 

Idk, @service dog handler friends, how do your dogs feel about thunder storms? (My cats run/flail/scream, but they’re dumb and don’t have jobs.)

hazelbaum  asked:

Okay, so first all I'm. Not. Crying. You're crying!!! 😭😭😭 Second, I just read through your fic master list, and the set of fics where they help MC get over her cheating lover just. Fucked. Me. UP!!! The Saeyoung one killed me!!!! Whyyyyy!? (It's not fair! They were all so good, I couldn't decide to flail and fan girl or cry and scream into the abyss). Third, your writing is brilliant and I love everything your write!!!!! 💚💚💚

First- I AM CRYING!!! … well I am now… BUT I AM! 

Second- WOW THANK YOU! That’s such a big feat- they’re not short stories and can be emotionally taxing from what I’ve heard, so you reading them all is super impressive and mighty flattering. Thank you. I hope that Saeyoung’s didn’t hurt you too much, it’s still to date one of my favourite works, if its any consolation- that bitch hurt me to write too. The sequel more so. 

Third- You are kind, so very very kind and I thank you for you kindness to me and my written word. Thank you. 

Fourth- May you have a lovely day ahead darling. 

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What Did I Get Myself Into? - 7



After you’d left Bennington for the night, with the promise to return in the morning to take Diana out for breakfast, you and Spencer headed to the hotel you were staying in. He decided to book the Bellagio for three nights - he was insane. The Bellagio was so expensive and although he wasn’t poor, it wasn’t like he was made of money - and neither were you for that matter.

Spencer got out of the cab that took you to the hotel and came around to your side, opening the car door for you and holding out his hand for you to grab. “My kinky Prince Charming,” you laughed, grabbing his hand and walking into the hotel. Once Spencer had checked you in, the bellhop helped you upstairs with your bags and when you opened the door, you were absolutely stunned. The bellhop closed the door behind him, rather happy with the sizable tip Spencer had handed him, and you just stood there slack-jawed.

The view from the room was spectacular. The city lights enough to illuminate your hotel room. In the middle, there was a king-sized bed, covered in a white comforter - with one of those stupid strips of fabric covering the bottom of the bed in a light blue, the kind of bed adornment that always ended up on the floor. It was covered in pillows and you jumped into them, flailing up and down like an excited child. “Spence, this is amazing!” you screamed, throwing a pillow at his head.

Raising his hands, he swatted the pillow away, laughing at your child-like exuberance. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, walking over toward the bed. He put his hands down, leaning his upper half over you.

You scooted underneath him, easing him down and lifting his shirt over head. As he sucked at the soft spot under your ear, you grazed your fingernails lightly over his stomach and chest. He moaned at your soft touch, his lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss. More tentative than he’d been in months. “I’ve got a proposition for you,” you said, sliding your tongue across the bottom row of his teeth.

“Oh yea?” he asked. “What would that be?”

You sat up, reaching for the belt on his jeans to undo it. “We both know that you are not exactly quiet when I have your cock in my mouth,” you started, whipping the belt out of its loops and throwing it on the floor behind you. “And considering we are on a floor full of other people, you need to be quiet.” When you met his gaze, his need was apparent. “So my proposition is that I use all my best tricks on you. My goal is to make you scream out loud enough to get someone to call the room.”

He twitched against the fabric of his jeans. “Apparently, your cock likes that idea,” you mumbled, pulling the jeans down enough for him to kick them off behind him. As he stood there in nothing but his boxers, taking in every inch of you and letting his mind wander, you crossed your arms in front of you, pulling the red t-shirt you wore over your head. With your right hand, you loosed the hair tie from your ponytail, allowing your locks to cascade over your now bare shoulders. Spencer gently nudged you back so you were propped up on your forearms, which gave him the opportunity to divest you of your capris.

As his mouth came down to the hem of your capris, you whimpered, watching as his lips gently kissed and sucked at the lace peaking out underneath. “Hey,” you muttered, “this is supposed to be my proposition.” You pushed yourself fully upright, getting off the bed to take control.

“I bet you can’t make me scream,” he insisted, the cockiness seeping through every word. You reached into his boxers and grabbed his length, using your other hand to cup his ass.

“Game on, lover boy.”

You pushed his boxers down and dropped to your knees, stopping him from sitting down on the bed. “Uh-uh,” you said with a wave of your finger. “It’s been proven that the blood flow that occurs when standing up allows for a freer and more intense orgasm on your part,” you tutted. He wasn’t the only one that could come up with facts on the spot. Yours just happened to be sex-related. Given the job, it was kind of understandable. You did your research.

“So I have to stay standing and not make noise? Are you kidding me?” He brought his hands up to his head, running them through his considerably-long locks - the challenge was harder than he thought.

You laughed as you looked up from the ground, meeting his gaze as you licked at the tip, which was already glistening.”Yes. Now stay still and let me do my job.” His low groan pushed you further, sucking the head of his shaft into your mouth, taking nearly half his length in one motion. As his hips bucked forward, you allowed your hands to follow your mouth’s moves. Pulling him back out, you gently massaged the patch of skin between the shaft and the head with your tongue, which caused his knees to buckle. His arm moved back involuntarily, attempting to keep the rest of his body upright. 

Traveling back up his body, which was now shaking with sweat, you noticed his hands in his own hair. He looked as though he didn’t know what to do with them. You floated your hand up to his, keeping him your mouth, and pulled his hand down to entangle it in your own hair.

Some women didn’t like going down on their men, but you loved it. Watching the look on his face, and knowing that you were the sole reason for it, made your own body shiver in response. “Ok, I lied,” he sputtered, “you definitely can make me scream.”

You laughed with him in your mouth, the humming causing him to shake. “Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned. As he nearly fell against the wall, you followed him on your knees.

“I know you want to be thrusting into my mouth right now,” you said, traveling up his shaft with your tongue with one quick swipe. “And I want to make you scream, so by all means, go ahead.”

You broke eye contact with him and sheathed his entire length in your mouth. That was all he needed to take you up on your offer. He grabbed your head in both of his hands and gently began thrusting, getting harder and harder each time he re-sheathed himself in your wet heat. As you felt him getting closer, you reached around to grab his ass, coaxing him on even more. “Holy fuck, Y/N, I’m…I…” he groaned, attempting to let you know that if you didn’t move quickly, there might be a mess. You met his gaze once more and shook your head, letting him know that you were exactly where you wanted to be. Another few shallow thrusts and he shuttered in ecstasy; you pulled him out of your mouth, taking his sweet release onto your tongue and swallowing it. You made sure to make a show of licking your lips and cleaning off your hands. “My god, Y/N, your mouth is fucking fantastic,” Spencer said in a tone of voice that reverberated loudly in the quiet air of the hotel room floor.

A ring of the phone caught your attention. He laughed collapsing back onto the bed as you answered it. “Yes, this is she?” you greeted. “Uh-huh…yes…I’m so sorry,” you continued, lifting to phone to the bed so you could lay on top of Spencer. “We’ll do our best to keep the noise level to a minimum…Have a great night.”

“Noise complaint?” he laughed, the flush still peppering his cheeks.

“Apparently, the room next door said they thought they heard something breaking,” you told him. “Probably from when you basically fell back into the wall.”

He grabbed your head in his hands and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue. “Well, you won. We got a complaint.” 

You snorted, rolling over to one side and off of him, pulling him with you so he was now on top of you. “Yes, I did,” you said, pumping your hands in the air. “You want to return the favor?”

“You mean try and make you scream?” he asked, the glint in his eyes lighting up the rest of his face. “If I were to make you scream, and believe me, I’m confident that I could, we wouldn’t just be getting a noise complaint. We’d get the cops called on us. That’s the last thing I need on my record - my one arrest-able offense.”

“Too bad,” you said, wanting to lose complete control. “How about if I shove my head into a pillow?” Reaching off the bed, he grabbed one of the extra pillows and handed it to you, traveling down to your heated core.

“That I can do.”


The next morning, after Spencer had returned the favor going down on you as you stuffed your head into a pillow to keep from screaming, you got showered and dressed, taking a cab to pick up Diana for breakfast. She was waiting at the front desk, dressed and ready to go, when she looked your way and said, “I knew I was hungry, but based on the look on your faces, you two are probably really hungry.”



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Clint Barton x Reader


Prompt: How’s about a ClintxClumsy!Reader? Like, she loves to get into stuff, but is always getting hurt/stuck? Like hanging from a rafter by her pant leg (HOW?!?!) bad. And he keeps having to chase her down/find her. XD

Warnings: None?

“Clint…” You called weakly. You had been hanging from the rafter in the training room for a little over half an hour now, and the blood was rushing to your head. “Help…”

You didn’t know how you always managed to end up in these situations, but you did. Once, you had managed to lock yourself in the Detention Ward. Another time, you spilled coffee on one of the computers and sent the building into lockdown. And now here you were, hanging from the rafters by your pantleg.

“(Y/N)?!” Clint asked, looking up at you. “How the hell did you…”

“Can you get me down?” you asked, the hem of your pants starting to rip. “Hurry. Please.”

“I’ve got you,” Clint said. He looked around and pulled one of the thick landing mats under you. He pulled his bow off of his shoulder and notched an arrow. He released it, letting it fly at your pantleg. The arrow ripped the fabric and sent you falling. Clint noticed that he had miscalculated. Your flailing limbs were changing your trajectory. You would miss the mat.

“Aaaaaaaahhh!” You screamed. Clint took a few large strides forward and caught you in his strong archer arms.

“So, want to explain to me how exactly you wound up dangling from the ceiling?” Clint smirked.

“It’s a long story,” You sighed. “I’m kind of a klutz, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I have noticed.” Clint shook his head. “‘Kind of’ is an understatement.”

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anonymous asked:




My description of the AU was a tad misleading in that I painted it as this completely wholesome, slightly magical cutesy romance between botanist!Oikawa and magical plant!Iwa. I mean, that’s not entirely a lie but I’ve been quietly cackling away to myself whenever I see people tag it as “cute” or “soft and sweet” because it’s certainly not the whole picture either…


So my drawing of Iwa isn’t going to be his final design for this AU? @notallballs and I are collaborating on this one (and by collaborating I actually mean mostly screaming and flailing at each other like mad people and eventually - hopefully! - it might lead to some fic and more art). ANYWAY in that picture Iwa-chan looks sort of like a plant nymph of some kind, or a fairy. Which, fine, if you want to imagine him that way that’s cool, but in this particular AU Iwa-chan is 100% a sentient plant. 

With prehensile vines and shit.

I’m just…going to give you guys a few minutes to consider the full ramifications of that. I’m be over here in the corner quietly judging myself and generally questioning all of the life choices that led me to this point. It’s cool, take your time.

Did I say it’s been a weird week? Because it’s been a weird week.

anonymous asked:

Your continuing love for Olivier gives me life

OKAY THIS MADE ME SHRIEK WHEN I SAW IT, AND I’M STILL SHRIEKING NOW.  I’m so glad that the Olivier love can be inspiring!  And honestly I’m glad to hear this because sometimes I feel like I should be more abashed about my flailing but then I think eh hahaha.

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Please Don’t Fear The Reaper

By reddit user KMApok

It’s been ten months since it happened.

Death just….stopped. People stopped passing.

On the surface, that sounds fantastic. But the reality is far worse than anything I’ve ever imagined.

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Last night I had a dream, in my dream it was pitch black and before my eyes a silhouette of two mountains appeared. Between the two mountains was a gulf and water about 50 feet deep. Inside the water a boy about 10 was flailing his arms and screaming for help and Christ reached down into the water and grabbed his hand and pulled him out. Then I woke up.

The picture above is what the silhouette kind of looked like. All black. No distinction of facial features.


::Alright, I know you guys have been aching for a Cassidy imagine of some kind, or any imagine at that. I’m working hard in this summer heat to configure something. You have great patience my loveys, I’m just trying to get something written I’m really sorry for the wait, hope you guys still like it::


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Thanks to everyone who woke me with Tumblr messages and flailing/screaming snapchats. I love this fandom you are all so precious and thirsty.


First off, there’s some kind of flashback to the Lexus in the beginning, and I really love the title page:

Doumeki sprawled out and almost desolate, his tie being undone. Nice foreshadowing for the rest of the chapter.

If you all remember how The Rimming ended, to me it seems that Yashiro fell asleep in the back of the car (who can blame him after Doumeki’s tongue did that awesome thing) and Doumeki is bringing him to (probably) his place. Yashiro briefly wakes up and he’s being carried bridal style up the stairs in the rain. UM, Doumeki is so dashing and this kind of hurt/comfort thing is lovely to me. Notice that Yashiro wakes up, feels/knows that Doumeki has him and he’s safe, then promptly passes out on Doumeki’s shoulder again. Can I fucking live?

I’m just gonna say that this is my guess as to how the rest of chapter goes, based on what Doumeki is wearing…or not wearing thankyoulord.

Now this is where last night’s spoiler page comes in (you can see it on the reverse page above.) Doumeki puts Yashiro to bed, reaches out to touch his hair (omfg we’ve come full circle) and then has a crisis out on the porch. Our poor son Doumeki is probably feeling guilt/shame/blaming himself just like he did in chapter 16 since Yashiro dismissed him at the end of The Rimming. At this point, Doumeki probably feels like he took advantage of Yashiro, and he’s just like his father, and all that nonsense is spinning in his brain again. Since he’s wet/sweaty/upset, he takes a shower. Yashiro gets a phone call and wakes up (you can see him talking on the phone on the reverse page, at least I think that’s a phone in his hand on the upper right of the page.)

I don’t know what he’s thinking but once he gets up he’s not capable of rational thought anymore because Yoneda Kou gave us a gift today:

Remember this day, it will be a Saezuru World Holiday. Can I point out that Doumeki is so tall that he has to bend under the doorframe to get out. I am sweating. Apparently, so is Yashiro:


YASHIRO. CAN’T EVEN. Remember…Doumeki is his type so his brain is probably leaking through his ears. Doumeki drying his hair with a towel all non-chalant? This issue needs to be bundled with batteries. Also Doumeki wears white boxer briefs *stuffs tissues in nose*

Then I we have the spoon-feeding scene, (because Doumeki is in a t-shirt and casual pants after getting dressed.) Like I said before, Doumeki is being very caring toward Yashiro, because he feels like he violated his boss, and Yashiro is probably not used to a sexy hunk of man being so nice to him, so he tries to be awkwardly nice and make Doumeki eat too, and then there’s a blowjob. 

When was the last time Yashiro tried to blow Doumeki? In the movie theater in chapter 7 right before he was shot and Doumeki pushed him away. Why? Because at the end of chapter 4 he was getting squirmy and when he was telling Yashiro about his first time in chapter 5, he started to feel something. He knew that if Yashiro blew him in the movie theater that he would get hard and that would cause the end of their relationship. Even now, he doesn’t look terribly happy about unzipping his pants, for various reasons. Our Poor Son probably still thinks that after all they’ve been through, Yashiro still may fire him if he gets an erection. That is so not true and Yashiro needs to make Doumeki believe that.

My guess is that there will be some hardness at the end of this chapter and I hope Yashiro looks on it with pleasant surprise and the two of them finally go for a ride. It’s been five years now please let them fuck or even kiss I am dying of thirst here.

EDIT: According to @maneleleina AND @things-all-love the blowjob happened first and then they stop and one of them says (according to @maneleleina‘s friend) “IT IS CONFIRMED Doumeki said “”We’ve waited so long…do you want to have sex?””””my friend translated it for me………. Crying”

And an anon confirmed it too:  “Yashiro said “Since we have this opportunity, should we have sex?” I’m guessing that’s where the chapter ends!”

GUYS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? ARE THEY REALLY GOING TO HAVE SEX?  Can someone confirm who’s speaking? It’s said informally so it’s Yashiro, thanks to everyone!

loveatonofdemons  asked:

Nice, what's your favorite kind of dance? Like say for example the swing.

I like to flail on the ground and scream with a bass guitar like Angus Young from AC/DC

(I can’t remember right… I think he was the guitarist?? ? Idk I just like the bass better lmao)

Freshman Orientation

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2761

Summary:  You kissed him like you have wanted to kiss him since the day of freshman orientation and you had accidentally seen him practicing in an unused room. 

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Creepypasta #759: Don’t Fear The Reaper

Length: Long

It’s been ten months since it happened.

Death just….stopped. People stopped passing.

On the surface, that sounds fantastic. But the reality is far worse than anything I’ve ever imagined.

I work as a trauma surgeon at one of the busiest hospitals in the country. And believe me, my job shifted significantly after the event.

Sure, it seems great when the 68 year old diabetic with a heart condition comes in, complaining of chest pain. Clinically, he is dead from a heart attack. But aside from some discomfort, he is sent home to his family. They get more time together.

But that’s the best case scenario.

Two weeks ago, we had a burn victim come in after a high speed collision that resulted in his semi bursting into flames. Today, we have a torso and not much else locked in a supply closet because all he can do is scream and flail. No eyes, no tongue, no limbs to communicate with. We don’t know what to do with him.

After that call, I retreated to an isolated office, popped open my flask, and downed a significant amount of pills. I rested my elbows on the table, felling the pounding of my pulse in my temples as I tried to cope.

And that’s the kind of thing my job has become. I am more handyman than doctor. People come in with damaged parts, and I try to make them functional again.

An 11 year old boy comes in after being struck by a drunk driver. More than 60 percent of his bones are broken, shattered. There is no way to set them to get to where they will function again. In the old world he would have passed. Today, his parents take him home, to lay in a bed for eternity.

More pills. More booze. More pounding temples.

As nursing homes fill up, and overflow, many that work in that industry quit their jobs. It has become quite common to see elderly laying on the side of the road, or in dumpsters, or actually buried alive, as families are unable to cope with the concept of caring for an invalid body for eternity.

More pills. More booze. My health declines.

Yesterday, a normal 30 year old woman came in, complaining of difficulty breathing. Upon exam, we found that she had suffered a massive stroke the night before. Again, before, she would have passed. Now she had to deal with all her automatic bodily functions shutting down, and her having to take them over consciously. Her pain was from forcing air into her lungs where before her body did it for her.

More pills. More booze. I don’t feel well. My temples absolutely hammer.

Today, a woman miscarried. Now we have to figure out what to do with a squirming fetus only a few months into development.

In the break room, drunk and high as usual, I rub my temples, feeling stillness under my fingertips.

My eyes snap open. Shit.

Credits to: KMApok