i would at least like an a for effort

In This Life or The Next

Pairing: Cassian x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3K 

You couldn’t sleep.

After hours of staring up into the darkness of your private sleeping quarters, you let out a frustrated sigh and climbed out of bed, deciding that perhaps it was for the best if you just gave up on sleep altogether. You pulled on a warm wool coat over your sleeping tunic and then slipped your feet into your worn, black leather boots before leaving your quarters and heading down to the cantina. Although it was always kept open late to serve those who worked the dreadful evening shift on base, a majority of the cantina’s customers at this hour were actually off duty officers, pilots, and mechanics who had come out in search of a good time after a stressful day on the clock. The louder, more rowdier patrons were sitting close  to the main bar where the enormous, reptilian creature behind the counter could quickly and easily refill their empty glasses. Others gathered around large tables and played card and board games, gambling away their credits like they weren’t so difficult to earn. 

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Someone drunkenly called out to you. “Come join the fun!”

Keeping your head down, you walked towards a table nestled in a less crowded corner of the cantina and sat down. Another reptilian creature, one quite smaller than the bartender and female, came over and took your order for a tall, frosted, glass of dark amber brew. As soon as she had brought it out to you, you quickly chugged it down and then ordered another one. You normally weren’t much of a drinker, but you currently had a lot on your mind and you hoped that the alcohol would help take some of the edge off. So far, it wasn’t working. You didn’t know how many of these drinks it was going to take for you to forget the fact that you were probably going to die tomorrow. 

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What Team Flash should be doing to change the future:

  • Close the STAR Labs Museum. If they keep it open, there’s always the chance something will force it to close in May. Close it now and it’s not going to be in the news then. (They can always reopen it later.)
  • Get Barry and Wally to clean up and rebuild Luigi’s so it reopens much sooner than May.
  • (This should have been done weeks ago.) Call Harry and ask him what’s up with the gorillas on his Earth. Tell him not to do anything that might involve them attacking Central City.
  • Figure out what the deal is with Caitlin’s powers and find a real way to help her cope with them. A necklace and pep talks about friendship are clearly not long-term solutions here.
  • Google Music Meister? I’m 98% certain he’ll show up in 3x17 and everyone will just be all “ohhhh the dude from the headlines.” They should make some effort to figure out who he is, at bare minimum.
  • At least consider hiding Iris in some way. I know she would be stubborn and brave and want to stay rather than running away. BUT I feel like Joe, Wally, or Barry should’ve suggested her going to Coast City to sleep on Linda’s couch, or moving to Bucharest with a blonde wig. Or, heck, hanging out with the E2 West-Allens in Atlantis.
  • Figure out how Savitar’s going to escape the speed force in the first place. Learn more about the Philosopher’s Stone. Talk to Alchemy’s acolytes. Badger Jay until he fesses up everything he knows about Savitar. CALL HARRY WEEKS AGO.

What Team Flash is actually doing:

How To Be A Good Med Student In The Clinical Years

A doctor once told me that the best instrument we have is medicine is the retrospectoscope.  Basically he was saying that often it is easier to make sense of things when looking back from the vantage point of the future.  This is true of life too.  After being an intern for two months I suddenly understand what things make for a strong med students, and what things do not.  Unfortunately, I feel like I lacked many of the qualities that would have made me a helpful med student.  Though I cannot rectify my own mistakes, perhaps I can pass my advice on to future generations of third and fourth year medical students.  I now present, how to be a good clinical med student:

  1. Show up.  This seems obvious.  When you are there to work, then be there to work.  It is so frustrating when medical students are mysteriously absent all the time (only to be found later in the cafe or cafeteria) or when they are there but totally disinterested in what is going on.  I understand that sometimes as a medical student things get slow - like when the interns are putting in orders and notes or when there is a slow call day.  But at least bring something to read.  Don’t play Pokemon Go.  Don’t spend all day on Uworld.  Make an effort to learn real clinical medicine.
  2. Take initiative to learn.  When I was a third year I would wander the hospital to find learning opportunities.  I made friends with the telemetry nurses and they started a folder of good tele strips to give me each day.  I would go to other teams and see if their patients had good exam findings.  I found the cardiology fellows and asked if they had good patients with murmurs.  There is so much learning that can happen if you are willing to experience it.  Now, referring back to number 1, make sure you always let your residents know where you are.  Personally, I would be ecstatic if my students went to hunt down murmurs rather than playing Pokemon Go. 
  3. Read your patient’s chart.  This can be very helpful and will make you look like a star.  Residents are busy taking admissions and sometimes don’t have the time to hunt down records that are three and four years old.  You can stand out by doing that  Look at a patient’s past hospital notes or their specialty clinic notes.  For example, you might be able to alert the resident that an old echocardiogram demonstrated a below normal ejection fraction, which in turn might change how much fluid the patient is given.  Or perhaps you found that during a hospitalization in the past the patient became delirious and needed a one-to-one sitter.  Find ways to add information in a helpful, non-prescriptive, non-judgmental way.  I guarantee your reviews will benefit.
  4. Read about your patient’s condition.  Even if you just browse Medscape, UpToDate, or some other curated source, make sure you understand the basics of your patient’s primary diagnosis.  If they are there for heart failure, read over the basics of treatment.  If they have autoimmune hepatitis look up some info on diagnosis and prognosis.  These things will get noticed, especially when you ask intelligent questions on rounds.  Do not be like a med student I had who, when asked, reported for 4 straight days that he had not read about his patient’s disease.  He instead responded he was too busy with Uworld so he would get a good shelf score.
  5. See your patients.  I literally had students who, on rounds, tried to present without actually having seen the patient in the morning.  This is a huge no-no.  Get to work early enough to see your patients, review their labs, and their overnight events.  
  6. Practice your presentations.  Even if it is on your own or with other medical students, spend time working on your presentation skills.  Heck, even ask the residents to watch you.  I would be happy to do that for any of my students.  Unfortunately, none have taken me up on that offer and instead bumble through their presentation each day making the same mistakes.  By the end of medical school you need to be able to make a good presentation. 
  7. Spend time working on note writing.  Compare your notes to your residents’, your attendings’, and the specialists’.  Everyone has a different style.  Look at lots of notes to determine a style for yourself.  
  8. Forget all the step 1 stuff you learned.  I find many students perseverate on the terrible stereotypes and patterns they see on step 1.  Not all black people with cough have sarcoidosis.  Not every patient with acute kidney injury needs urine eosinophils.  These are good associations, but realize that step 1 has little overlap with real clinical medicine.  Take those associations with a grain of salt. 
  9. Don’t just look for zebras.  I cannot tell you how many times students opt not to follow a patient because the case “doesn’t seem that interesting.”  The majority of medicine is made up of mundane and common diseases such as heart failure, pneumonia, COPD, cirrhosis, etc.  It is pretty rare to get the exciting cases, like disseminated histoplasmosis or a crazy paraneoplastic syndrome.  A lot of learning can happen on cases that are “bread and butter” medicine.  Make sure you follow those cases too. 
  10. Be gentle to your interns/residents.  The transition from 4th year to being a doctor is swift and brutal.  It is easy to criticize when you aren’t the one taking 5 admits.  Find ways to help your intern/resident, because in return they will help you.  I learned this lesson the hard way my 4th year, when I unintentionally threw an intern under the bus while trying to look smart.  Afterwards she took me aside and reminded me that she controlled much of my fate while I was a student under her.  I learned my lesson and we went on to become very good friends.

The clinical years of medical school are daunting.  You constantly feel like a tap dancing monkey, trying to impress people you barely have time to get to know.  But personally, I am not looking for someone who knows everything about everything.  That’s why you are in school.  The best thing you can get out of third and fourth year is how to do a good history and physical, how to write good notes, and how to triage patients.  The best students are interested, willing to learn, and know their patients well.  If you keep that in mind, the clinical years are much simpler.  I promise, if you follow your patients you will learn much more than just doing qbank questions.   

Best of luck on your clinical rotations.  Don’t make things too complicated.  At the end of the day have fun, treat your patients right, and keep an open mind.  The learning will happen whether you recognize it or not.

RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)



You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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Writing is Hard, Part 3: Phone Sex

Summary: You and Dean try something in order to write about it.

Read Part 1 Part 2

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


“How many are we up to now?”

The phone rests warm between your ear and shoulder as you glance down at the screen. “Almost four hundred followers,” you tell him. “Not exactly famous yet.”

Dean pauses, and you picture him sprawled out on a motel bed very much like yours, just two states over, glass in hand and flannel shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed, undershirt clinging tight to his chest.

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I grew up being told that if you owe someone, you must pay them back.
I’m sure this was intended to inspire manners and customs. The result was not as kind as you thought this advice would make me. I understood mathematics, like basic addition - that if someone continuously did me favors, I’d owe them an increasingly larger sum. That two odds will make us even. I never let people do me favors because there’s no such thing in this world.
We treat others kindly: open doors, buy them food and gifts, take them places… all because we know that any good person will match our efforts. I’m not afraid of kindness, of generosity. I’m afraid of the things people will make me do in return for these circumstances we refer to as “favors.” I’ve paid, at least my way, for every date I’ve been on. Every gift, beyond a normal occasion to exchange, I have compensated with the price slipped into the pocket of whoever refused my payment.
It’s hard to look at a sister of mine and see how easily, how blindly she accepts the bribes of a meal in exchange for memories that may not heal. There’s a chance I'm overstepping kindness, but I cannot tolerate being used.
I grew up being told that if you owe someone, you must pay them back, and I’d much rather pay them back with the money they spent than leave my body up for grabs.
—  “Always even,” by Grazia Curcuru
You’ll Be Fine

Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.

Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!

Tagging: @percussiongirl2017 @leenasleena-blog @winchesters-favorite-girl

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.

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If your blog is at least 40% TRC content and you would like to be added to this page, please click here to submit your URL.

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The Call

General Disclaimer

AN: My contribution for Sakura’s birthday. Quickly jotted down on my extra long lunch break ^_^ Enjoy!


“This,” Sakura Uchiha grumbles as she drives her fist into the face of a particularly grimy bandit, “is not how I expected to spend my birthday.”

Sasuke makes a vaguely inquiring noise as he carries out a variation of his Shishi Rendan, sending his opponent flying through the air with several cracked bones.

“Never mind,” she mutters, ducking a clumsy kunai strike and using her attacker’s momentum to throw him over her shoulder.

The large band she and Sasuke have stumbled upon have been plaguing the nearby village for months, according to the inhabitants. They’ve take up residence on the only bridge in the area and have been charging travellers a toll to get by. Those who refuse have been violently robbed and left for dead, according to the warnings of several survivors.

It should have been the work of ten minutes to neutralise them and tie them up, but neither she nor Sasuke expected the majority of them to be former Kusa-nin. Even in this time of peace, missing-nin present a constant problem – especially those who made their livelihood pursuing war.

At least the Akatsuki had an actual purpose – these creeps just want to bleed people dry for their own benefit!

In the end, in the name of expedience rather than anything else, Sasuke traps them all in a genjutsu and Sakura rounds them all up. She’s kept the use of her strength to a minimum, not wanting to accidentally destroy the bridge they are trying to liberate.

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Dating Wade Wilson Would Include

AN: This is going to be a bit more perverse than the other Would Includes because, hey, it’s Wade.


  • Being very confused when he starts talking to no-one and looking elsewhere tells the audience about how awesome and badass he is
    • You will get used to it, you have no other choice really
    • Sometimes you will also jokingly throw in something you want him to narrate (like how amazing you think he is or something that makes you seem wonderful)
      • This will always, without fail, result in Wade turning back to no-one the audience so he can gush about how wonderful you are

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“how did Victorian women use the bathroom in all those layers?”

crotchless underwear. from the 1820s to the 1920s, underwear had open crotch seams (not in a sexy way)

so they just had to pull up their skirts and push their drawers open and make sure their chemises were out of the way and there you go

Edit: a sex toy blog liked this post, so I would just like to reemphasize how totally normal and non-sexual these drawers were with a photo (1890s example)

see all that fabric? no way is anyone seeing your bits without effort, open crotch or no open crotch. not to mention that you’re wearing at least 3 layers over it and a chemise under it that will show through the gap. this is not the same as modern crotchless panties. honestly every time I mention this people either think it’s gross or naughty

Why this Giant Bomb in Afghanistan is weird

So we just dropped a giant fucking bomb in Eastern Afghanistan to fight ISIS.  The bomb in question is the GBU-43, one of the largest non Nuclear bombs the US has and is a 22,000 pound bomb.  The normal weight of a US bomb is 250-2,000 pounds.  The reason why we use smaller bombs is they are more precise, the smaller bomb makes a smaller explosion, which is less likely to harm civilians or non combatants.  More and more the US military style has been in favor of more narrow targets and more specific weapons.  So the GBU-43 is very different, that is a giant fucking bomb that damages a whole area.  It is the second largest non nuclear bomb the US has in stock, which would be the GBU-57, which weighs 30,000 pounds.  The GBU-57 is designed to destroy massively fortified bunker complexes, so if the enemies are in a fortress, we could level it.  Now we have never used the 57, because our enemies aren’t stupid enough to build a giant fortress and wait for us to bomb them, they know full well how great our air power is, and so they spread out to avoid being hit.  The GBU-43 is has greater spread than the GBU-57 and is designed to destroy not bunkers or cave complexes, but to spread a large explosion in a specific region, like if you wanted to blow up a large part of a city or destroy a bunch of small defenses over a wide area.  It comes from the 15,000 pound BLU-82 bomb used in the Vietnam War to blow up dense areas of jungle that could then be used for landing. The spread is a mile wide Source  

  The Way the Bomb works is that it explodes and pretty much everything is a giant massive crater, like if 11 tons of TNT was blow up at once.  This bomb is so heavy that it requires a special type of plane, a parachute, and an elaborate organization system to even drop the damn thing.  We considered using this particular Bomb in 2003 but thought better of it.  

   lets talk about Afghanistan for a moment.   ISIS in Afghanistan has been on a steady retreat, between the 8500 US Forces, the 7,000 NATO forces and the who knows how many Afghan Forces, ISIS has been reduced to roughly 800 troops guarding two provinces.  ISIS is also battling the Taliban, no ally to the US and struggling with local warlords and bandit groups.  So we have been steadily winning in Afghanistan at least in the short term goal of defeating ISIS (the long term goal we still haven’t figured out) as things were.  As always, the tough Afghanistan terrain combined with the use of roadside bombs, tunnels, and well trained insurgents is extremely difficult to deal with.  The US has had some recent problems because it was thought we were going to leave in a few months from today, now it looks like we are going to be here for…who knows how long.  In fighting ISIS btw, the Taliban has been able to gain more and more power.   So does the GBU-43 help us win? Why did we drop a giant fucking bomb? 

    It doesn’t look like it, I mean if dropping a really big bomb is what it would take to defeat ISIS….why hadn’t we done that before?  We have been in Afghanistan since 2001, the bomb was built in 2003, if using it would scare terrorists into surrendering…why didn’t we use it earlier.

  One of the main issues with bombs is that we often blow up things we didn’t intend too.  Only yesterday, we accidentally killed 18 of our Syrian Allies fighting ISIS which is turning into a huge PR nightmare.  The Bomb isn’t designed for the type of fighting we are doing in Afghanistan at the moment, at least that isn’t what I have lead to believe.  If it is designed for that type of fighting….why haven’t we used i before?  In fact if the bomb killed civilians, which the Military is telling us isn’t true but I am skeptical, this would hurt our efforts in the region, since it buys into the exact type of behavior that helps ISIS recruit new people to fight us.  

  It kinda seems like this is a PR stunt, and that worries me.  Trump’s approval ratings are extremely low and a giant fucking bomb might help make him look good, or at least make him think he is looking good.  In many ways this reminds me of the airstrike on Assad, which regardless of whether we should or should not attack Assad, this particular airstrike didn’t do much of anything. The bomb seems to be the same, maybe using giant fuck off bombs might help stabilize the region, but it looks like we just dropped it so we could brag about the giant fucking bomb we just dropped.  Because the mainstream media likes bombs, you can show them on TV and get ratings, so I think Trump is trying to get popularity by doing macho military things like dropping giant bombs so we can feel like we made progress.

   Maybe this is to intimidate China and North Korea which I doubt will work, China knows we won’t ever go to war with them (and visa Versa).

   Or maybe Trump thinks we can scare ISIS into going home.


 Honestly this seems more like optics than a long term strategy, but I”m going to wait and see how things turn out

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Scribble: Hey, you guys asked to see it!!

Tomattordedd: No, Edd two bleach my eyes with anted to see it.

Tomattordedd: I didn’t know it was going to be THIS!!!

Tomattordedd: Oh my God this is going to look SO good on tumblr.

Tomattordedd: TOM DON’T YOU DARE-.. Wait. Was the camera on this whole time??

Tomattordedd: I sure hope so!

Tomattored: Hey, at least it’s better than Tomtord.

Tomattordedd: I think I’m going to bleach my eyes out now…

Scribble: Y’know what? I’m just gonna delete this.

Brought to you by scribble tom, the little shipper thanks to the internet.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love you blog and your edits. I was wondering if you could possibly do a tutorial on how you make your solid colored background gifs like you did in in your most resent Sansa meme gif set? I am so horrible at it. If not that's fine but if you could thank you in advance. :)

omg thank you sweetie!!! (if anyone’s curious this is the gifset) of course, i’d love to, these are some of my very favorite types of gifs to make. it may be kinda hard at first but once you get used to it it’s really fun! i hope this helps x 

HOW TO MAKE GIFS WITH A SOLID COLORED BACKGROUND

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Kitten; Part Ten

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday everyone! Tagging our finest, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash, @oraclegazes, @actualamyautopsy and @iwannadiehere. Enjoy!


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Low Poly Guide

A brief and badly written tutorial on how I do low poly work as promised Ow<)/

//I’m very sorry to those just learning 3D, as half of this probably won’t make any sense. But if 3D was easy we’d see a hell of a lot more of it than we do, so never give up! It’s a tough area but you can make amazing things once you get your head round it, and there’s a huge array of tutorials already out there that can help you get started.//

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EXO react to their child being jealous of the new baby

Hi hi! :) Cute request~ Thanks for your support love. Chu~

*As always, gifs do not belong to me. Credit where it’s due.

Xiumin: If anything, Minseok finds this undoubtedly cute and somewhat amusing, as opposed to some sort of hinderance. Seeing his daughter cutely pout while he and his wife tend to their newborn baby girl, he’d softly chuckle under his breath eventually approaching her. He’d use the tactic of getting her closer to the new baby as a way to subdue her growing envy. “Look angel, I think she’s smiling at you. Why don’t you go and say hello? You haven’t introduced yourself as her big sister yet.” 

Originally posted by fuckyeahxiumin

Luhan: In all honesty, Luhan would feel somewhat disappointed that his daughter is taking kindly to the new baby boy. Albeit the fact that this is common with children becoming elder siblings, he’s still slightly disheartened that his little girl seemingly isn’t lightning up to the new baby–and he’d be sure to express this immediately. “Princess, you’re better than this. You know that you could never be replaced. If you show me a smile, we’ll get you ice cream. Promise?” 

Originally posted by captivatesme

Kris: Similar to Luhan, Kris would feel a congruous discontent upon seeing his son’s dissatisfaction with his new little brother. Kris would be the father that expects all the reveries with parenthood is supposed to bestow to manifest into reality, such as all his children getting relatively along. However, Yifan would be more empathetic towards his eldest son. I think he’d be able to understand his son’s feelings better than Luhan, and would be softer when confronting him. “Not feeling well, huh buddy? Maybe we can go out and play basketball when I have the time,” he’d promise solemnly while patting his little boy on the head. 

Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

Suho: “What? You don’t like the new baby?” Suho would query his disgruntled little boy, whose folded arms and cross expression assert volume. “Why not? I mean, she looks a bit like you did when you were her age.” Although he is slightly dispirited with his son’s attitude towards his newborn little sister, Joonmyun will still manage to elevate his son’s grounded disposition. “See? You already have something in common with her! Maybe she likes cartoons like you do! You’ll never know if you keep avoiding her.” 

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Lay: He’s going to do whatever it takes to spend additional time with his little girl, when taking note of her jealousy. Yixing would take this as a sign that he hasn’t been time to be with his daughter, due to the arrival of the newborn baby girl. Of all the members, Yixing is the one that would feel genuinely apologetic for seemingly forgetting his eldest child. Approaching her sensitively, he would embrace her affectionately, promising to take her her favorite park–just he and his little girl. “My sweet angel: I’m sorry for ignoring you. Let’s get ice cream together tomorrow.” 

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Baekhyun: He’d be quick to pick up on his little girl’s unconventional behavior, as well as being able to pick up on her disconcert with the arrival of her new baby brother. When she expresses this, arms folded bitterly, Baek would chuckle softly before acquiescing with her once his wife is out of earshot. “He’s a handful isn’t he?” He’d be able to charm her into getting along with the new baby. “If you spend some time with him, you’ll see he won’t be so icky to deal with, trust me baby. Show him some of your toys, he’ll love it!” In no time, Baek will be watching placidly as his little girl entertains her little brother for hours with no end. 

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Chen: Similar to Xiumin, Jongdae would find this slightly amusing, seeing his son’s cute, pouting expression each time Jongdae so much as glances at the new baby boy. Grinning widely, he’d approach his son, kneeling to eye him properly. “I know, you’d rather not have your brother here. But, think about it: in a few months, he’ll be able to walk and talk like you. Then, he’ll be a lot more fun to be around, trust. So, for the time being, help your mother and I cheer for him?” To seal the deal, he’ll include a marathon of watching cartoons with his little boy. 

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Chanyeol: “You don’t think he hates me right jagi?” oh how paranoid poor Chanyeol would get over this. He’s been taking note of his son’s peculiar tendencies, only to come to the imprecise conclusion that his son bears ire towards him. “This can’t happen jagi! I mean, they don’t usually get like this until their teenage years…” 

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D.O: He has a unique way of dealing with this. Kyungsoo typically expects a lot from his daughter, so this would be a perfect strategy in getting her to give back as well as bond with the newborn baby. “You’ve been very good princess, and we’re proud of you. But, your mother and I could use some extra help with your little sister.” This way, with helping out with the new baby, she would be able to bond in an effective manner. Kyungsoo would also be sure to praise her greatly for her efforts so she doesn’t feel left out with doling of affections. 

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Tao: “You don’t like your little brother princess? But he’s cute like you! You have to at least give him a chance!” Tao would be most fervid in encouraging his little daughter to spend time with the new baby before resorting to completely dismissing him. “If you spend time with him, you’ll see he’s not that bad! Sure, he cries a lot, but he’s just nervous, so he needs time to get used to everything.” 

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Kai: I see Jongin being genuinely empathetic towards his little boy, seeing his despondent disposition anytime he spends time with the newborn baby boy. He’d be frank but gentle when addressing his eldest son. “I know you’re upset buddy, but you’ll have to hang in there. The dogs are always here for you when your mother and I aren’t. Be sure to show them lots of affection in the meantime,” he’d promise, earnestly. 

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Sehun: He’ll be able to get his son to get along with the newborn baby with ease. Watching his newborn attempt to crawl, he would be diligent in keeping an eye on his pouting son, lucidly feeling left out. “I think she wants her older brother to play along. What do you say jagi?” Sehun would signal to his wife, low profiled when signifying to his little boy. 

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Owned - pt 9

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The doctor wanted to see you both today, as soon as possible. Both of you, confused and silent on the way there.

You almost fell asleep once again in his arms until the driver announced that you were five minutes away.

“Good morning Doctor Lu, is everything okay?” Namjoon asked her.

“We hope so. I just got the test results back.” She flipped through some papers and circled a few words. “You’re not pregnant Mrs. Kim but these tests show signs of a serious issue.”

“How serious?” Namjoon questioned.

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Yoongi - “Well, this is awkward...”

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Warning: Contains oral sex and explicit language. Do not read if you’re like 10 or whatever. 


Yoongi didn’t know how it had happened. One minute, he’d been going out to dinner with Namjoon, the intention being a casual beer to bring an end to their promotional trip to New York. The next, he had found himself underneath a thick American girl - one he’d met in a club - her lusciously rounded hips grinding rapidly over him, pussy rubbing against his clothed erection and causing a groan of pleasure to snake from his mouth.

How the idea to visit a club had come up, he had no idea. The problem with Yoongi was that he wasn’t very good with alcohol - a few beers often had him drunker than most, struggling to remember how the night panned out. The only image he had to remind him of the events leading to his current predicament (if he’d even call it that) was of Namjoon insisting that he experience American club culture at least once.

In all honesty, Yoongi hadn’t seen much difference between the Korean clubs he’d been to, the same humid buzz of alcohol and sexual tension mixed with the choking scent of stale smoke suffocating those inside. If it wasn’t for Namjoon, he wouldn’t have even bothered to pretend to be interested. But once the drinks started flowing at the restaurant at dinner, he’d relented, the alcohol already flowing through his veins telling him it was a good idea.

And maybe it had been, because the sweet scent of the woman who had stood next to him at the bar had offered him an opportunity he’d always been interested in - sleeping with a foreigner. It interested most Korean men, he was sure of it. They all watched porn. They all saw how much more willing western girls seemed to be compared to Koreans, their uncontrolled moans tearing through hidden headphones and filling the listener with a desire that seemed unsateable. Yoongi much preferred watching western porn to Korean for that exact reason, but he wasn’t naive enough to think they weren’t acting. Still, as his eyes had skimmed the club before settling on her, he couldn’t help but wonder.

The rest of the night had been a blur, Namjoon acting as translator-and-wingman-in-one before the girl had kissed Yoongi, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest and perky nipples fleshing through the skimpy tight dress she had on to prove she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mouth had tasted of cheap alcohol and dirty cigarettes, but the scent of her perfume and curvaceous figure made up for it. And so he had decided to take her back to the hotel.

He’d left without telling Namjoon, too embarrassed to admit his fantasy to anyone but himself and too drunk to remember who he’d come with. Even the cab ride itself was a distant memory clouded in the fog that the alcohol had caused to settle into his brain. One thing he couldn’t shake from his head, though, was the way she’d so casually stretched her fingers over his growing crotch, her hands light as they unzipped his pants and feathered their way over his erect member. He’d almost cum at her first touch, but the taxi driver had caught his eye in the rearview mirror and he’d almost choked in fear that he knew what was going on.

‘What’s your name?’ He asks, his English broken and the words struggling to come out through his panted breath. Her hands slip over his bare chest to tweak against his nipples, his eyes refocusing on the spot the sensation was coming from. Not for the first time, he is struck by the contrast in their skin tones, his own ghostly yellow far different from her own.

‘Y/n.,’ She purrs, the dulcet sweetness in her voice washing over him. ‘Yours?’

‘I’m? My name… It’s Yoongi.’ He tries, the foreign words thick and heavy on his tongue. Her hands rub one last time against his nipple before she trails them down his torso, shifting her hips upwards to grab onto his underwear and pull them low down his legs. He kicks them off the remainder of his leg before his erection slips into full view, her silken hands wrapping deftly around it as her entire body lowered. Instinctively, his hips jut upwards at the contact, her palms rolling smoothly over his twitching erection.

‘Yuh-gi?,’ She questions, large eyes refocusing as he opened his legs, allowing her body to nestle between his creamy white thighs. ‘Yuh-gi.’ She tries again, the pronunciation so off he can’t even be bothered to correct her. It wouldn’t have mattered if he did, because her mouth was soon occupied by the tip of his cock, her pink pout pressing over the very end. Again, his hips jut upwards in a sharp motion, shoving his dick fully into her mouth.

‘Oh, yes… Very… Very good.’ He tries again in English, the wet warmth of her mouth surrounding his sensitive member. His hands reach for her hair, fisting it into a messy ponytail, a method to control her movement as much as possible. His hips rise up to meet her sloppy pout and he levers her down onto his hard cock, her mouth filling with him.

The deeper he manages to sink himself into her throat, the harder it is for him to contain himself, and when his balls finally manage to hit her chin, a thick throaty gag erupts around his cock. The impact is beyond belief - hard, strong hums of vibration that cause him to push himself deeper into her still, a soft cry of pain causing him to pull back completely.

When he does, he takes in her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyeliner smudged and tears dripping with the effort of taking his force. He can almost make out the faint imprint of her lipstick on his cock, and a coy smile plays across his lips. Any other time, he would have been mortified to see himself like this - no sympathy for the girl perched between his legs, his only focus chasing his own high. But the combination of her exotic nature and the dozen or so beers he’d consumed, it only fueled his desires more.

‘I like… you. Mouth, okay?’ He tries again in English to at least attempt some compassion, pointing to her throat and raising his eyebrows sympathetically. She nods eagerly, and his hands wrap around his member to slap it lightly against her lips, his attempt dissolving in a fleeting second. ‘Open, please.’ She obliges his broken English, eyes closing to take his full length again. Wordlessly, he rams himself back into her, hand grasping her roughly matted ponytail to slip further into her mouth. The choked groan shatters against him again, and he pumps his hips to fuck her mouth as hard as he can, slipping between her silky lips with ease. He loses count of the pumps, mind lost with every gag around his thickness, and stops only when he sees the tears pricking her eyes again. As he pulls out of her mouth, a trail of spit leaves them remaining connected.

‘Jesus, you’re rough.’ She giggles words completely lost on him, the line of spit breaking as her mouth moves, falling with a wet plop onto her chin. Yoongi shifts his hand up to wipe the line of drool, but she shakes her head, hocking back in her throat as both hands clasp around him and reign a thick load of the same spit on his dick. The lubrication causes her quick movement to be silky smooth, rapid in lapping over his rock solid erection.

Yoongi groans, the friction blossoming against his hard member. It twitches in response, hips raising into her cupped palms to maximize the effect she is having on him. He knew he wasn’t far away, but her movement was so rapid he couldn’t slow himself down. The alcohol, the sensation of her hands gliding over him, the eroticism of her foreignness, that delicate scent of her perfume he was sure would mark these sheets for days. It was all too much for his senses, and within a few more pumps of her hand, his orgasm was rocking through him, cum spilling from his tip in juttering and uneven spurts. His eyes close and he allows the overwhelming sensation to fill every inch of him.

‘I’m coming. Fuck, don’t stop. Your hands feel so fucking good.,’ He cries in Korean, his teeth snagging at his bottom lip. ‘I’m coming.’

Eventually, his hips slow to uneven juts, her hands frozen around his member. His eyes open, peering down at the foreign women between his thighs, eyes wide with shock and cum splattered all over her face and chest. He’d surprised even himself with how much he’d let go, how much he’d released. But the way she was staring at him, he could tell something was wrong.

‘You… okay?’ His tone is as cautious as he can make it sound in the foreign tongue. Her head nods to behind him, and Yoongi’s upper torso twists towards the hotel room door, now wide open and framing the tall statue of Namjoon’s body.

‘I just came to find you because you didn’t say goodbye when you left the club… But I can see you’re fine.’ 

‘Well, this is awkward…’ Yoongi mutters to himself in quiet Korean, dipping his head in shame.

Fact-Checking Maki

Now that we know Maki’s primary motive in tri., it’s easy to lean one way or another as far as her trustworthiness. But why go off a gut reaction or what other characters are saying about either her or the statements she’s made to the Chosen? Let’s go back to movie 3 and do some fact-checking!

We’re going to focus on Confession because this is the first time she fully conveys information to the Chosen and their partners. Prior to that, the only ones she can potentially deceive are Daigo and the bureau (we don’t hear her conversations with Meiko). Those may become important, but she says so little in movie 1 and isn’t specific enough in movie 2 to warrant a deeper analysis. Yet.

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