i'll be doing a cover soon

I’m planning to give out 3 VIXX new mini album for this comeback.. All you have to do is REBLOG this once (you don’t have to follow me) and say what you love about VIXX and the album cover you would like to win (birth flower or birth stone). There will be 3 winners and I’ll pick 3 random number and I will contact you here. If you don’t respond in 2 days then I’ll have to pick a new winner.. Deadline is May 13th. For people under 18, please make sure it’s ok from your parents to give out personal name and address so I can ship the album to you.

anonymous asked:

Just had a really cute fic idea but I can't write for shit so it's up to you. So, Dan has these recurring dreams about this cute boy with black hair and light blue eyes. Almost every night the boy shows up and Dans upset when ever it ends because he wants to spend more time with him and get to know him. Until one day, Dans sees him (at like a café or something) and decides to talk to him. You can make the rest up. Idk if this was already made. Sorry if there is any spelling errors.

//uh whoops i was in a mood sorry this is so dramatic o shit //

Dan opened his eyes. His somewhat blurry vision settled on the white ceiling, the lightbulb that hung rather precariously from the ceiling right above his head.

He blinked, trying to collect his thoughts. He had lost him again.

He was more like a vision than an actual person; a ghost in Dan’s head that he couldn’t expel even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try.

Dan sighed, blowing away a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. He lay still, unable to summon the energy to move.

He found himself excited to go to bed every night, he had started falling asleep early after several cups of sweet dreams tea. He just wanted to see him again, whatever it took.

The boy wasn’t directly the center of his dreams. Dan would be dreaming normally, anything from walking the streets of London with his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath evaporating in the air before him like smoke… and he would see him. The boy with dusty ocean eyes, like a swimming pool reflection of the sky. His hair was black, really black, which was a contradiction to the rest of his features. His skin reminded Dan of porcelain; the delicate plates and tea cups that his mum would never let him touch when he was little, because they would shatter at a butterfly wing brushing them, she used to say.

He would just be there. In the back of a crowd or looking through a cafe window, it didn’t matter what the dream was, he was there. Sometimes Dan had to search for him, he had to look for the now familiar sparkling blue eyes and pale fingers. Once he was hiding in a tree, just sitting there, the branches intertwined with his limbs. But when Dan tried to run to him, speak to him, he woke up.

Dan ran his hands over his face and through his hair, listening to the sounds of cars and wind outside his window, and forced himself to sit up. His room was too empty, too white, but when you live by yourself without any real friends it’s hard to motivate yourself to decorate.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cold wood floor before standing. His legs felt wobbly but he walked over to his window, pulling the grey sweater he had fallen asleep in around him tighter. His legs were cold, and he felt himself regretting wearing only boxers to bed.

The sky was cloudy and drizzly, the window glass dotted with small drops of rain. Everything seemed wet and cold outside his window, tiny ant sized humans scurrying about on the ground, off on their business. Dan smiled, taking a deep breath and tapping the glass with his finger, feeling the cold seep through his skin. It really was his favorite weather.

He stepped lightly over to his mirror, biting his lip and looking himself over. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy; he noted he seemed to be getting a bit too skinny. His oversized sweater draped around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his collarbones.

He tried to remember who the boy was in his dream the night before. It was fuzzy, but he faintly recalled a coffee shop, glasses, and a flower decorated button up. The rest was evaporated, somewhere hiding in the back of his mind.

He really needed to get out of the house.


It was cold outside, as he expected, but he had prepared. He had changed into a black t-shirt, and put his grey knitted sweater back on, because it was warm and he really didn’t want to pick a different one. On top of it he had pulled on a fluffy black jacket, one that enveloped him in a feeling of warmth and protection from the world. And finally, black jeans.

Dan watched his shoes hit the pavement in a light slapping sound; the wet cobblestones felt hard underfoot, and he couldn’t remember the last time he just went on a walk like this.

People passed him hurriedly left and right, but he took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, he liked the icy sharp air and brisk wind that blew his (still messy and curly from sleep) hair around his face.

His mind was still centered around the blue eyed boy from his dreams, he was always there, in the back of his mind. Because Dan was falling in love with someone who didn’t even exist.

Dan stopped in his tracks, hurdling himself out of his thoughts, freezing in place.

Across the street was a building he had never seen before, which was odd considering he had lived here for a few years. It didn’t have a sign or any distinguishing features, not even a shop name or some form of decoration out front. There was one display window though, but the only thing is it was a cactus and an odd collection of mugs. For some reason it seemed homely, though, and Dan couldn’t help feeling drawn to it.

He looked right and left, rushing across the street and pausing in front of the building. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door and smiling as the bell rang out, all rosy cheeks and smoky breath.

Dan stopped, looking up and meeting the gaze of two beautiful sky blue eyes.

Dan’s heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widening. Him.

He was right there. He was standing behind the counter, a soft smile melted onto his features, black thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. His shirt was a navy blue button up, decorated with small pink roses, and suddenly everything came rushing back.

He flashed Dan a smile, going back to trimming a small plant, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth; his brow furrowed in concentration.

The shop was small but flooded with warmth; there were soft looking sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room as well as coffee tables. There were a few other customers, just going about their business; working on computers or reading thick hard covered novels.

Dan sat at one of the sofas, glancing up at the boy every now and then. His mind was whirling too fast for comprehension, unable to cling to any single conclusion. All Dan knew was it was him, it was the boy who’s face was constantly haunting him, flitting about his thoughts like his own personal playground.

Dan thought of what to do now. He was highly tempted to go right up to that counter, grab him by the shirt and kiss him, never let him escape again. He was also half tempted to shout at him. ‘Why are you here? How do you find it fair to torture me like that, and just disappear every morning?’

Or he could be sane, and just talk to him. Dan shook his head, laughing at himself and pushing himself up from the chair.

The boy looked up when Dan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.

“Hello!” He greeted him happily, his voice as deep and kind as Dan expected. And suddenly he couldn’t speak, his mouth was dry and all thoughts ran from his head.

The boy tilted his head slightly in question, his brow furrowed but the smile still softly plastered to his face.

“Er…” Dan stuttered finally, his voice breaking. “Hi.”

“Hi…” The boy said again, laughing, but it was too light hearted to feel like he was laughing at Dan; he seemed the kind of person to make you feel like he’s always laughing with you, even if you aren’t laughing.

“What is this p-place?” Dan muttered, glancing around. His face lit up.

“It’s my new shop!” He said excitedly, and then shrugged. “Technically my brother’s, but I help too.” He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we haven’t got a name yet.”

“It’s nice,” Dan blurted, and the boy’s face brightened even more, if it was possible.

“Really? You think so?” He asked eagerly, and then drew back a bit. “Sorry, Martin says I’m far too…” he shrugged, scrunching his face, searching for a word. “…a bit much, for the customers.”

Dan laughed softly. “I think you’re just enough.”

Phil’s eyes twinkled, his grin widening. “Thanks! I thought I was being a bit too eager, I don’t want to scare anyone off.”

Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering between Phil’s eyes and his lips, frowning.

“Okay, this might sound a bit strange…” Dan began, glancing at his hands. Phil leaned forward on the counter, resting his chin in his hands.

“I love strange.”

Dan chuckled. “I kind of…” he took a deep breath. “I see you in my dreams. Literally every night.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. “You do?” He asked softly.

Dan nodded.

“Woah,” the boy muttered, standing up straight and gazing off into the distance. “That’s so weird.”

“I know,” Dan said, watching him, still somewhat shocked that he even existed. “Do you know anything about it?”

The boy bit down on his lip, frowning and nodding slowly. “I might. I’ll be right back.”

He rushed off, leaving Dan shocked, standing at the counter with wide eyes.

When he got back he was clutching a book to his chest; a dark blue hard back with tiny gold lettering etched into the cover. He smiled at Dan, holding it out.

“I was just reading this,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s… interesting. And it might have something to do with this.”

Dan nodded. “Alright. Well, thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil grinned, and winked. “See you in your dreams,” he said, giggling and moving to help another customer.


Dan opened the book that night, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea.

The inside cover read “Soulmates; a study”. Dan frowned.

There was a slip of paper that fell out of the book when he opened it, fluttering to the ground at Dan’s feet. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

“Our universe grants every soul a twin—a reflection of themselves—the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other—even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.” It read, in quotations. And then, below it; “come by again sometime, maybe we can get some coffee :) -Phil Lester”

It occurred to Dan he had never asked his name.

The next day, Dan went back to that street, the one he had seen every day without that damn shop.

He stood in front of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath puffing in the cold air before him as he stared at where it should be, between a laundry mat and a sushi restaurant.

It was gone.

He never saw Phil again.


He read the book, start to finish, in the next month. At the very end, in bold, scribbled in a way that suggested it had been added in, read ; “Even if they never see each other, if they never even meet, they are connected in their hearts and in their souls, and they’ll always find each other.

Even if it’s just in their dreams.”

Spotify (complete)  |  Playmoss

A fanmix for Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie. All a capella (except for the intro) because that’s what Breq would want, right? 

I absolutely cannot find a version of “James Bird” anywhere else, so that one is only on Spotify.

Intro: The Recruited Collier / Kate Rusby
What’s the matter with you, my lass, and where’s your dashing Jimmy?
The soldier lads have picked him up, and now he’s gone far from me

I Once Lived in Service / The Witches of Elswick
I carried her dishes when the lady would dine,
and after I took them away, oh

James Bird / Chicken on a Raft
I’ll stand by you, gallant captain!

Leave Her Johnny / The Foc'sle Singers
beware these packet ships, I say

Wanting Memories / Sweet Honey in the Rock
I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me,
to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes

Barrett’s Privateers / Poor Angus
I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett’s privateers

Lonesome Valley / The Fairfield Four
you got to go to the lonesome valley, you got to go there by yourself

Hit Like an Atom Bomb / Chanticleer
set your house in order, cause he may be coming soon,
and he’ll hit like an atom bomb

Sailor’s Prayer / Gordon Bok
though my sails be torn and ragged, and my mast be turned about,
I shall not take my rest until we reach another shore

Here’s the reaaaaaaaally late meet the the artist for 100+ followers, and since I only got one suggestion for what else I should do, I’m gonna do a jimin all covered in hearts!!! Anyways, there I am!!!!

Zay finds out about Riarkle part 1 (prequel to before Cory finds out)
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> Riley and Farkle have been dating for one week.<p/><b>Riley's bedroom:</b> <p/><b></b> Riley and Farkle are studying on the floor by Riley's bed. Farkle is concentrating on his work. Riley steal glances at Farkle while focusing on her work. Farkle's face gets red when he notices Riley is staring at him. Riley smiles.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> (voice cracks) stop.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Stop what?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You know what you're doing.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Working on my homework.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I can't concentrate when you look at me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was the point.<p/><b></b> Riley moves the paperwork and sits on his lap.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hey.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Hey.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Do you mind if I stare at you now?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You can always stare at me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good.<p/><b></b> They stare at each other's eyes. Riley puts her hand on his cheek. Farkle leans in to kiss her.<p/><b></b> Zay climbs through the window.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Holy crap!<p/><b></b> Riley jumps off Farkle fast. They both stand up.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What's going on here?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Nothing. I saw a spider and I got scared. Farkle was comforting me.<p/><b>Zay:</b> With his lips?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It's a new way to comfort people.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sure it is. Next time you see a spider, Riley, I'll comfort you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No that's ok. It's my job.<p/><b></b> Riley looks at Farkle.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why is it your job?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Just because.<p/><b>Zay:</b> As long as you have a good reason.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle's good at comforting me.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Yeah, I saw that. So, how long are we going to pretend that you aren't dating?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We were hoping for forever.<p/><b>Riley:</b> We want to keep our relationship a secret for a while.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why? I think everybody would be happy about you two dating. We made bets.<p/><b>Riley and Farkle:</b> YOU DID WHAT?!!<p/><b>Zay:</b> (nervous) Nothing.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You can't tell anyone.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why?<p/><b>Riley:</b> We don't want my dad to find out yet.<p/><b>Zay:</b> It's not like he is going to chase Farkle out the window and steal one of your shoes like he did with...Oh! I get it now.<p/><b>Riley:</b> My dad's a little dramatic.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> That's a understatement.<p/><b>Zay:</b> But why don't you want everyone else to know?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because if more people know, there's a better chance that my dad will find out.<p/><b>Zay:</b> I'm not good at keeping secrets.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You're going to have to try.<p/><b>Zay:</b> But I don't wanna. This is great news. When I hear great news, I want to share it with everybody.<p/><b>Riley:</b> It won't be great if my dad finds out.<p/><b></b> Zay phones rings.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Lucas, I have some great-<p/><b></b> Farkle covers Zay's mouth.<p/><b></b> Riley hangs up the phone.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What did you do that for?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You were going to tell Lucas, weren't you?<p/><b>Zay:</b> Um, no.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Really?<p/><b>Zay:</b> I have no self control.<p/><b></b> Lucas calls again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Answer it but don't say anything about us.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Fine. (Picks up the phone) Hey Lucas. The phone call must had dropped.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> Are you meeting us at Topanga's?<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sure, I'll be there soon.<p/><b></b> Zay hangs up.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Are you sure I can't say anything?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Yes.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What if I just hinted at it?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What if I write it down?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Can I mime it?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How about a dance?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How about I mouthed the words but no sound comes out?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. Nothing.<p/><b>Zay:</b> You guys are killing me here. What if they talk to me? You know how easily I fold.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Pretend that I'm Smackle.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How you doing?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Stop hitting on my girlfriend.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Riley said to pretend that she's Isadorable.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Focus.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Ok. I'm ready.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm Smackle. "Hi"<p/><b>Zay:</b> (talking quickly) Hi. I know nothing, I saw nothing. There's nothing going on with me.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We're screwed.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Zay, try harder not to sound suspicious. Let's try again. "Hi"<p/><b>Zay:</b> (British accent) Hi, I'm doing good. How you doing?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Better. But why did you talk in a British accent?<p/><b>Zay:</b> I tend to talk in different accents when I'm forced to lie.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You're not lying. You're just not giving them information they don't know.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sounds like lying to me. I need to go.<p/><b></b> Zay walks to the window.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Please don't tell anyone until we're ready.<p/><b>Zay:</b> (sighs) I won't tell them.<p/><b>Riley:</b> We are counting on you. Don't let us down.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Ok.<p/><b></b> Zay leaves.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Do you think he will tell them?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Definitely.<p/><b></b> To be continued...<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

Well I tried, , , Alternate covers for The Sea of Monsters | tlt

“Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.” 

Carmilla Big Bang Excerpt

I’ve got 13K for @carmillabigbang, and though I haven’t worked on it in a week and a half (I wrote 10K of unrelated-to-this hollstein instead rip), I’m planning to get back to it soon! 

Laura abandoned her empty cup to a desk covered in old, empty manila files, and crossed her arms over her chest. Finally, with the bandage gone and the incision well and truly on the road to healing, she’d felt confident to tug a shirt over her head. She’d probably stretched out the neck — okay, definitely stretched out the neck — but it felt so nice to be wearing proper clothes again. Laura felt like herself again, not just the body that had laid on that cold metal table. “What, no nicknames?”

Carmilla’s jaw clenched. Laura could practically hear her teeth grinding. “Get back to your room. You have a meeting with the doctor. You don’t want to be…” and Carmilla’s eyes almost flashed, bitter and dark. “Missing.”

“Appointment? I haven’t been told about any-” Laura said, and then almost stomped her foot. For a person that didn’t know her very well, Carmilla was very good at distracting her. Not this time. “Are you toying with me? I told you I’m looking for those girls.”

“Go back to your room,” Carmilla said, and shoved the drawer in front of her shut. She made her way around the filing cabinet, and Laura tried not to notice that she was between Laura and the files. “Go. You’re going to get in trouble.”

Laura frowned thunderously. “Do you think I care?”

“You should.” Carmilla glanced to the door, and back at Laura. Her foot tapped, the exasperation building. “Seriously, cupcake, I’m not kidding around. You’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before they start looking for you.”

“Then you’ve got fifteen minutes to explain to me why you ran out on me!”

If you don’t feel like waiting until September to read more of my Hollstein, you can check out my most recent fic (6K!) here

Daddy Complex.

AN: gellafish made the funniest chat of SasuHina and here I go…doing what I do.


Sasuke was stubborn and for someone in their mid-twenties he was stuck in his ways as an old man would. He didn’t budge. Puppy dog eyes didn’t work on him, begging didn’t work on him but…

…she found a loophole.

He was standing in the mirror brushing his teeth when two dainty hands wrapped around his waist.

He spit and asked, “What?”

She kissed his bare back. “I want you to come-” kisses on his left shoulder blade, “-to dinner with me-” kisses on his right shoulder blade, “-at the Hyuuga-”

“No.” He finished cleaning his mouth.

Her nails trailed below his navel. With the combination of his lower abdomen muscles tightening, the kisses along his spine and her whispering, “Please…Daddy?”

Sasuke was weak, all the blood drained his upper body. “Fine.”

And just like that she left him standing there with a major problem. Everyone thought she was so fucking innocent. She was Hell’s Angel. And damn, did it turn him on.

“Be ready in an hour!” She called from the other room.

He gripped the counter. Cunning little siren. She’d sing a sweet song and drag him to his end. “I’m going to need some help,” hissed Sasuke.

Hinata walked back to the doorframe with a full, knowing smile.


“Why are you wearing a scarf?” Hanabi questioned. Hiashi glanced up at his fidgeting daughter. “Because you know it’s hot, right?”

Hinata nodded, ignoring the fake look of concern on Sasuke’s face. The Uchiha looked at the Hyuuga head. They literally always started arguing over something, Sasuke wasn’t sure why Hinata found the need to bring him over so much. Her father hated him.

Sasuke kept his glaze on Hiashi. The two men were simply in a battle of dominance. Hinata sighed hard, especially when they food came and they refused to break eye contact to even eat. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Daddy!”

“Yes,” Hiashi replied.

But it was the “Yeah?” from Sasuke that broke the staring contest. Hiashi’s stony eyes narrowed at the Uchiha. “What?” asked the Hyuuga head.

Sasuke looked at Hinata, “Huh?” It was too late to play it off. Hinata covered her face in embarrassment.

Hanabi cried tears of laughter. “How do you call both of them that with a straight face!?” Well, with one of them it was never with a straight face.

Hiashi stood up seemingly ready to fight. Sasuke stood up on reflex and Hinata gasped, “Daddy, stop!”

And it didn’t make it any better when both of them relaxed.

141029 Daesung Q&A on Twitter
  • Q: Have you eaten Oden today?
  • D: I've eager everyone's love! (daepril26)
  • Q: I wanna go for Karaoke together (with you)!
  • D: Me too! (daepril26)
  • Q: Are you still playing (/into) drums?
  • D: Of course! (daepril26)
  • Q: Who would you like to spend Halloween with?
  • D: TOP! (daepril26)
  • Q: Do you like older girls?
  • D: Of course! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How can I meet you, DaeSung?
  • D: Believe in destiny! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I won't go to the bathroom until you reply to me!
  • D: Go to the toilet first! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Do you keep in touch with TOP lately?
  • D: Since TOP is a baby, I always protect him. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I want to go to the encore LIVE, please lend me some money.
  • D: Please lend me your wallet. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How will you dress up for Halloween?
  • D: Hulk (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Difference between the feast(party) in Japan and Korea?
  • D: No difference. Just drinking-fights (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: What is the latest thing that you bought?
  • D: Trousers (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How's CEO Yang been doing these days?
  • D: He's been good. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Does Santa exist?
  • D: My Santa is TOP! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Your eyes are bigger today?
  • D: My eyes are always big. It's just like I'm hiding them. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I want to go to a haunted house with you! Will you protect me?
  • D: I probably won't be able to protect you (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: You keep mentioning TOP! Who do you like more, VIP or TOP?
  • D: Difficult... If I have to choose... TOP (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: After Hokkaido, what's your favorite place in Japan?
  • D: The place you're at! (MShinju)
  • Q: Can I wear the D-kun pajama to your release events?
  • D: What will you be wearing underneath? (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: Why are you so sexy?
  • D: I was born with it (MShinju)
  • Q: What do you think of SOL-san (YB)?
  • D: I think he's really free spirited (susifg)
  • Q: What words do you wanna hear from your lover?
  • D: "Your eyes are so big!" (susifg)
  • Q: I want to live in your nose!
  • D: Go ahead! It's warm there! (MShinju)
  • Q: Daesung, aren't you tired by now? Are you okay?
  • D: Never mind! (It's okay!) (daepril26)
  • Q: What animal do you like the most?
  • D: Dolphin (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Waist is important for men ! and women...?
  • D: Can I not say about it..? (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: If you could be a woman for a day, what would you do?
  • D: i'd like to meet D-LITE (lol) (susifg)
  • Q: Which YG artist do you feel awkward with when you two are alone?
  • D: V...... I....... (Seungri) (susifg)
  • Q: You are the member who make BIGBANG laugh, right?
  • D: No ! I'm always serious. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: If you don't reply to me, I won't work tomorow....
  • D: Let's take a holiday together. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Please reply with one character only
  • D: "To" (daepril26)
  • Q: Please tell us a secret of BIGBANG members.
  • D: I won't. It's a secret. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Daesung! What were you pointing at (referring to the pic on album cover)
  • D: Y.O.U! (daepril26)
  • Q: I'm a fan of SeungRi, but I will be your fan if you reply ! kk
  • D: That's good ^^ (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: My dream is to get in YGE ! Please say something for me.
  • D: It's kinda(unexpectedly) simple! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: It's getting cold. Do you like winter?
  • D: Yes, I love it! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: TOP's bday is coming soon. What present will you give him?
  • D: I'll send him a selfie. (susifg)
  • Q: Is your nose getting bigger?
  • D: It's still growing! (MShinju)
  • Q: What do we do if it gets even bigger?
  • D: How about you move in? (MShinju)
  • Q: Tell me a good thing about BIGBANG.
  • D: Our endless freedom. (susifg)
  • Q: Did you watch TOP's movie?
  • D: Yes, it was the best in the world. (susifg)
  • Q: Have you prepared a bday surprise for TOP?
  • D: The fact that I've prepared nothing is the surprise. (susifg)
  • Q: What is your favorite BIGBANG song?
  • D: DOOM DADA! (MShinju)
I just want to hear it straight from a Japanese.
  • Me: What does "Mata kondo da" mean?
  • Student: "Mata Kondo" means "next time". It depends actually on what you mean.
  • Me: Does it also mean "I'll see you soon?"
  • Student: Yes. You use Mata Kondo if you did something but you didn't finish and you want to do it again next time. You want to see the person again.
  • Me: *jaw drops* *blushes* *covers face*
  • Student: *chuckles*
  • I understood what he meant but I sure thought about something else there. Something sexy! :
Waiting To Exhale

By: Kellen Willhite

i inhale the blunt
to fill my lungs with smoke;
laced with hope
of well deserved tranquillity.

my mind festered
with memories of him.
so i kiss Mary Jane
to end the pain of
the countless kisses
and endless experiences.

my throat seared to
burn away the collected
times i expressed my love
towards him.

my lungs filled
to the brim with smoke.
delaying my exhale
only to mimic the wait
of doing it.
because i exhaled
too soon with him.

my lips traced
with the potent
dry flavor of tobacco
to cover the stains
of his kisses.

but it seems,
even when I’m lost
within the green haze
of cloud 9 retention,
i sink into the pools
of the repressed
quick sands of naive thoughts
that were once pavements
that lead to a dream
i thought was reality.

The breaking point is a dropped bowl of popcorn.

Kei knows that Yamaguchi had had a rough practice, earlier.  He’d watched the gentle quivering in his back, the fists curled at his sides, as another one of his serves hit the net.  Kei’d almost reached a hand out to him, but before he could, another fake smile was stretching across his cheeks as he waved to Daichi and called, “One more, please!”

And then Yamaguchi’s day just gets worse in the form of a rain storm and a forgotten umbrella.  Kei offers his, which Yamaguchi shyly accepts, before making an attempt to split up–even in the rain–to head to his own house, insisting, “You don’t need to walk me all the way to my house, Tsukki!”

Kei catches his wrist, angling the umbrella over him.  

“Come to my house, then.  Your parents are working anyways,” he says, before turning and walking, knowing Yamaguchi would follow (and also knowing that Yamaguchi would blame himself for being a burden, once he reached a certain point, and that Kei would have to find the words to refuse this.  It wasn’t Yamaguchi’s fault that Kei was terrible at expressing how much he genuinely wanted Yamaguchi to be with him, and that it wasn’t a burden.)

By the time they arrive, Kei’s gotten Yamaguchi to agree to some new dinosaur documentary airing on the history channel, and Yamaguchi disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes to make some popcorn (knowing how much Kei actually hates cooking).

Kei snaps back to attention as he hears the shattering of glass on his floor, blinking and turning away from the commercials flashing across his television.  Yamaguchi makes a startled noise, and Kei quickly gets up, walking over to and hovering in the kitchen doorway.  

One of Kei’s family’s cheap glass bowls lies shattered across the floor, popcorn mingling among the glass shards.  Yamaguchi covers his mouth with one hand, keeping an iron grip on the counter with the other.  He refuses to look at Kei, instead keeping his gaze fixated at some spot on the counter.  

“Sorry, Tsukki,” he gasps out after a moment.  "Just…give me a minute, won’t you?  I’ll be right there.“

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I'll Allow It

It was so white. Snow was falling all around you. It was pure and beautiful. It was in your hair, on your face, soaking your clothes. It was everywhere. At your front door, on your car, covering the dead grass and the cracked roads.

You destroyed it, shoveling your sidewalk. You absolutely hated shoveling, but you already had a warning for not shoveling it soon enough the last time it snowed, so you really had no choice.

Stupid township. All you had been doing was waiting for it to stop snowing-which took all day-and by the time it stopped, you were shoveling. It’s your goddamn property anyway, why should the make you shovel while the snow is still coming down? That’s absurd.

Well, they won. They sent you that stupid warning letter and now you’re outside shoveling while it’s still snowing. None of your neighbors had even started shoveling yet.

Take that township.

You sigh, shoveling kills your back and it’s so annoying to try to shovel your whole sidewalk. Why does there have to be so much sidewalk?

You hear a door open and turn around to see a guy walking your way.

“Hey I’m Dylan, need help?” he asks.

“You want to help me before you even shovel your own sidewalk?”

“Yeah why not?”

You stick your shovel into the snow, leaning on it. “Maybe because you probably don’t want to shovel your own sidewalk, why would you want to do twice the work when you don’t need to?”

“I’m just being neighborly,” he smiles.

You laugh, “You’re not even my neighbor.”

“Oh? And how would you know that? Maybe I just moved here,” he says, eyeing you up.

“I have my sources. But if you really want to help me shovel I won’t say no. It’ll get me done sooner.”

“There we go, some reasoning. So know that we got that out of the way, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. And wipe that smug look off your face. You better not expect me to pay for your assistance.”

“Oh no, of course not. Then I wouldn’t be being neighborly.”

You roll your eyes, “Right of course not.”

He begins shoveling. With his help, the snow on your sidewalk quickly disappears. You even end up having a good conversation while you both work. It’s not like the conversation was about anything important, but it was good-funny. It helped make the job not feel so much like a job.

The two of you are just about done when you see a truck with a snow blower unpack in front of the house Dylan came from.

“What the hell?”

A pleased look appears on Dylan’s face. “Yeah, see, I’m visiting my sister, so I offered to pay for some guys to shovel her place.”

“If you offered to get somebody else to do her’s why wouldn’t you just shovel her sidewalk? Why would you help me shovel mine?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

You laugh, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard. You could have just knocked on my door.”

“Yeah right, like you would have just offered your house so some stranger could talk to you.”

You nod your head, “Yeah that’s true.”

“Besides, Julia had this idea. And I had to agree with her that it was romantic as hell.”

“Alright, well since it was Julia’s idea, I’ll give her credit.”

“So, would you consider going out with me some time?” he asks.

“Why don’t you just come in and share some hot chocolate with me?”

A huge grin forms on his face, “Yeah, but I’m still going to ask you to go out with me.”

“I’ll allow it,” you wink.

larry sexting (rated: M):
  • louis: woah
  • harry: what?
  • louis: i just noticed how hot your ass looks in my clothes
  • harry: you couldn't have told me this in person? i am standing a few feet away from you after all.
  • louis: no, no.
  • harry: in that case, so does yours (;
  • louis: you know what i want to do to you?
  • harry: louis not now
  • louis: i would pull them down, and palm you through your boxers making you as hard as a rock
  • harry: louis.
  • louis: then i'll rip off your boxers with my teeth..
  • harry: are we seriously sexting right now?
  • louis: guess so
  • louis: then i'd lick your erection with my tongue, teasing you
  • harry: shut up. im getting hard.
  • louis: you would like that wouldn't you, har? for me to do that to you? maybe i would wrap my mouth around you. maybe i would gag from how big you are but i wouldn't stop. i would love every second of it.
  • harry: louis im going to have to cover up soon if you don't stop. we're in public.
  • louis: mhmm... and they would be able to hear you screaming my name as i thrust into you
  • harry: fuck
  • louis: that's what you would be screaming. the neighbors would know my name because you'd be screaming that as well. you're a screamer, aren't you?
  • harry: lou
  • louis: then i would climb on top of you, leaving love bites so people know you're mine and only mine.
  • harry: fuck yes i am
  • louis: then i'd thrust into you so hard. your throat would hurt by the end of our little session
  • harry: my dick is throbbing in my pants you ass
  • louis: then maybe if you were being good i would help you wank off. but only if you were being good.
  • harry: stop it
  • louis: then i'd lick everything off of you when im done
  • harry: im going to come in my boxers if you don't stop.
  • louis: i bet you're so hard it hurts.
  • harry: good guess..
  • louis: one more thing i would do to you..
  • harry: no
  • louis: i would lick all the way down to your throbbing erection, leaving a kiss right above your v line, teasing you.
  • harry: louis
  • louis: i would squeeze your bum, making you moan that sexy moan of yours
  • harry: ive come
  • louis: i wanna hear you moan my name, baby. right now
  • harry: can't we be excused or something?
  • louis: i don't know. we could sneak off..(;
  • harry: no one would catch us?
  • louis: they would hear you screaming my name either way, baby
  • harry: see you upstairs.
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Kate and Sci see "Godzilla" and disapprove of its life choices
  • Me: Hey, there's still a mom! That's a good-
  • Movie: No, there isn't.
  • Me: My expectations for this movie just went way, way, way down.
  • Movie: Skips forward 15 years
  • Me: What? Why?
  • Kate: Because Brian Cranston isn't the young hot ineffectual white guy that audiences demand.
  • Me: Did they name the kid after a car company?
  • Kate: Noms noms noms.
  • Me: What are you- Are you using your hand to pretend to eat the human characters?
  • Kate: The movie we're fifteen minutes in and no one's been eaten yet. I need to correct this.
  • Me: Stop that.
  • Me: Actually, you make sense. Here, I'll help. But just the annoying characters.
  • Kate: So, the humans.
  • Me: ... Yes.
  • Kate: Anyway, why is everyone speaking English in Japan?
  • Me: The Japanese love us loveable gaijin!
  • Kate: No. No, they do not.
  • Me: Okay, because Americans are lazy and don't like to read subtitles.
  • Kate: Far more likely.
  • Movie: Makin' bad choices all the livelong day
  • Me: Okay, if you've broken into a quarantined area, and proved that the quarantine is a massive cover up and conspiracy, surrounded by hundreds of guys with guns, maybe screaming how you will expose them as soon as you get loose is not a good plan. In that they can just kill you and leave your body by the side of the road and no one will ever know.
  • Kate: Oh, Logic, this movie has none.
  • Me: Just saying. Oh, look, an interesting, likeable character with actual personality.
  • Kate: And he's not ineffectual white guy, so he's going to die.
  • Me: Maybe-
  • Movie: Squish
  • Me: Aw, sadness. You were a nice guy, random military grunt 2746.
  • Movie: Don't worry, ineffectual white guy named after a car is still here!
  • Me: But I hate him.
  • Movie: Soon you will hate him more.
  • General: I am going to make bad decisions!
  • Me: Why is the military always so stupid in these movies? If Rhodey was in that room, he would be like, are you all out of your GODDAMN minds?
  • Kate: That seems like a better movie. Rhodey and Stacker Pentacost.
  • Me: Ooooo! And Carol! Punch that monster, Carol! And for science staff, we need scientists who can deal with science that'll kill ya. Jane.
  • Kate: And Bruce. He's an expert in Gamma radiation.
  • Kate: I want it.
  • Ken Watanabe: Godzilla is here to restore balance to nature!
  • Me: What are you basing this on?
  • Kate: Previous Godzilla movies.
  • Me: Well, okay, then. Oh, look, they're dropping in the military guys with parachutes.
  • Kate: Annnnnnd... SAM. Sam. Sam.
  • Me: Sam would be a better choice.
  • Monsters: show up briefly to fight, then movie takes them away again
  • Me: GODDAMMIT. Just. Stop. With the humans. Do not care. This movie isn't called: "Ineffectual White Military Dude Has Daddy Issues" it's called "GODZILLA" give me what the title promises.
  • Kate: Maybe they will be eaten.
  • Me: We are pretty much the worst people ever, you realize that, right?
  • Kate: This movie has given me no reason to care. About any of them.
  • Me: I'm actually more sympathetic towards the monsters.
  • Me: Wow, this looks like the egg cache in "Finding Nemo" and now I really feel bad for the monsters, because ineffectual white guy (tm) is going to kill their babies and then the single father will have to take care of the one remaining one with the crippled wing.
  • Monsters: fighting
  • Me: And I'm now bored with this, because I've never liked the trope of 'lo, I am defeated, except I HAVE A POWER YOU NEVER SUSPECTED I HAD.'
  • Kate: Unless chain swords. When it's chain swords it's cool.
  • Me: Let's just skip the end and go watch Pacific Rim again. Riley got over his emotional stunted issues off screen.
  • Kate: Riley was better at this.
  • Ineffectual White Military Guy: Completely fails at his job.
  • Kate: Did the bomb just go off?
  • Me: Yeah, the big whiteout there in the background.
  • Kate: So they just nuked San Francisco.
  • Me: Well, most of it was already broken.
  • (Ineffectual White Guy finds his son somehow. Son finds mom in giant stadium full of people.)
  • Me: What is up with the 'kids can magically find their parents' thing in movies? The number of times some kid has grabbed my pant leg thinking I'm mom disproves this concept.
  • Kate: You realize that kid grows up to be Newt, right?
  • Me: ... I accept this headcanon.
  • Movie: Ends abruptly. Get out. There will be no encore.
  • Me: Well, I think they ran out of film.
  • Kate: Or cares to give. So. Where does that fall on the chain of bad movies featuring ineffective white guys?
  • Me: Above "Battleship," below "Red Dawn."
  • Kate: "Red Dawn" was horrible.
  • Me: And Chris Hemsworth still did a good job with it.
  • (And we yell about how much we hated 'Red Dawn' for the rest of the credits)