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Door Symbolism/Reading The Room: A Look at Klance

After finishing season 3 I, like I’m sure most people, walked away with a lot of new ideas, theories, and takeaways from the show. However, one such thing I didn’t even consider except upon review of the “leave the math to Pidge” scene while working on making gifs is how often the use of doors are in symbolism for Lance and Keith’s relationship. It’s such a prevalent matter that I couldn’t help but make a post to share with y’all some interesting metaphors and character analysis between Lance and Keith’s relationship (romantic or not)

Introduction:

Often when looking at well directed cinematography, the use of the setting/background information to portray character emotions is quite common. This can be scene in instances such as warm colors giving “romantic lighting” and dark colors/rainy weather representing “fear/sadness” in most movies/shows

Voltron does this really well in many scenes, hell just look at the first episodes and take in the emotions you feel when looking at the environment and how the characters probably feel:

In other words, shot compositions is really important in Voltron

Now. Let’s take a look at what shot composition shows us in the dynamics of Lance and Keith’s relationship

This is going to be a long post, so the analysis will be below the cut:

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reasons to love day6

jae;

  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips

sungjin;

  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • THE RASPY THING HE DOES WITH HIS VOICE 
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 

brian;

  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore

wonpil;

  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon

dowoon;

  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy

anonymous asked:

What about aliens that have limited telepathy when holding physical contact and they touch a human with intrusive thoughts and a Millennial way of dealing with it? So they heard "what if The ship just crashed into that sun?" "Glathor is having a kid soon I'm not going to do that Sharon." and instantly tries to send the human to medial "you are under mind control that wishes to kill the whole ship please let us help! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOUR BRAIN JUST DOES THAT!?"

As far as humans went, Casey was for all intents and purposes normal. They were better with numbers and physics than most – humans and Frilaks alike – but still well within the range of normality. They were a kind person; compassionate in the same way most humans xe had met were. All in all, there was nothing that would have warned Garnork about the entities controlling them.

Out of respect for privacy, Frilaks tended to avoid physically touching other species, but most humans didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, a lot of them sought out physical contact in the form of ‘hugs’ or ‘high fives’ or other strange concepts. Casey had never been opposed to physical contact, so when xe saw them again after a period of absence, xe engaged in the customary ‘hug’.

Xe had expected to pick up the normal ‘this is surprisingly nice,’ or ‘naw xe likes me,’ or even a ‘wonder what’s for dinner’ as the two of them hugged, though xe ended up picking up something far more important.

‘What if the ship just crashed into that sun?’

‘Galathor is having a kid soon, I’m not going to do that Sharon.’

Instantly, Garnork pulled away from the hug, but made sure they were still touching. “Casey, you need to go to the medical bay.” Xe said, xir colours betraying xir worry. Casey knew enough Frilaks to know how to interpret xir hide turning a light teal colour. At least that was what their thoughts told xem. There were a lot of socially inappropriate words too, though in xir experience, these ‘swears’ weren’t considered as inappropriate as some humans liked to pretend.

It took a bit too long before Garnork remembered that Casey didn’t have the abilities of a Frilak, and therefore had no idea what was going on.

“You are under mind control that wishes to kill the whole ship please let us help! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOUR BRAIN JUST DOES THAT!?” xe asked, sounding and looking more than just a bit frantic. This wasn’t good, this really, really was not good.

Maybe they didn’t know quite what was going on. Humans did have very little experience with actual mind control. However, before xe could press on, Casey stepped out of xir reach and ran a hand through their hair.

“Okay, so this is going to be a bit difficult to explain, but I’ll do my best. So what I’m guessing you heard or saw or however it is you do your mindreading thingy,” they began, holding up a hand when Garnork attempted to say something. “Let me finish, please. They’re called intrusive thoughts. Annoying? Yeah. Dangerous? Not really. Normal? Yes. Completely. Pretty much every single human gets them from time to time. It can be like it was just now, or suddenly thinking about swerving into a different lane on the motorway, or stabbing a friend,” they said, clearly realising they had to change their tactic as xe turned a deep magenta colour of fright.

“But we don’t act on them! They’re intrusive, so you can’t really stop them, but you can deal with them when you get them.”

“But you called them Sharon. Is that not a name your species use on some individuals?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m a millennial. Fatalistic humour and unconventional coping mechanisms are sort of my thing,” they shrugged, but continued their elaboration when they realised Garnork didn’t understand. “It’s easier to not do it when it sounds stupid, and it’s really annoying. So I just pretend it’s being said by some posh soccer mum.”

It took a while before xe remembered another human crewmember’s explanation of the phenomenon and expression of ‘soccer mums’ and that they weren’t the creators of a sport as the title suggested.

“And this helps you not crash the ship into a sun?” xe asked, getting a nod and a smile in return.

“Yup. But like I said, it’s nothing to worry about. Oh, but I see Galathor, I’ve got to ask xem how xe’s doing. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

And with that, Casey left xem, more confused than usual, though it really wasn’t unusual that humans confused anyone.

Valentine's Day HC

This is my Valentine’s Day present for @sleepingupsidedown blame her for the suffering

-Lance has everyone’s back

-Even if no one ever really talks to him but Hunk

-Keith goes to Allura or Shiro because god forbid he talks to anyone else

-Allura goes to Coran and Coran goes to Allura

-Shiro only goes to Keith

-Pidge goes to Hunk or Shiro

-Hunk can talk to Pidge, Keith, Lance , and Shay

-Lance well, when it comes to the real important stuff, the homesickness, feeling inferior, a burden, a seventh wheel, Lance has no one

-Lance tries to form close bonds with the others but they never give him the chance, and those that do he doesn’t want to hurt by telling them of how unhappy he is

-Or he feels the horrible tension that seems to constantly be around them so he takes it upon himself to be the comedy relief

-The reason he flirts is because it makes him feel closer to his brother who taught him all those awful pick up lines

-He’s used to being overlooked it happens when you have a big family, it can’t be helped

-So when they finally have a moment to stop and relax Lance isn’t all that bothered that everyone naturally paired off only leaving him alone

-Lance then decides to simply go to his room, have some me time

-When he finally has his mask on he finds that he has tracks down his face mask(HIS VERY EXPENSIVE AND RARE FACEMASK MIND YOU)

- Cursing he realized it was wet with his tears

- He rushed to fix the mask and try to stop his crying but he finds that he can’t

-He can’t stop crying

-He can’t breathe

-He can’t hear the music he put on earlier

-He’s on the floor

-He doesn’t know what’s wrong and yet he remains quiet, rides it out by himself because who can he tell

-So he waits for what feels like forever to be able to breathe again

-Then he just waits for the panic and blind terror to subside

-And when it’s all over he gets up, the timer went off, it’s time to take off the face mask

-He doesn’t want to be alone anymore

-He doesn’t want to be there

-He wants to be in his mama’s arms

-He wants to listens to his siblings trying to make him laugh

-He wants his dad to be making him chocolate caliente

-Hell he just wants someone to talk to

-He just wants someone in the spaceship to have his back for once

-Someone who is genuinely interested to see him or just listen to everything be it good or bad

-He wants too many things that will never come to pass

-So instead he lays back in bed until the next battle because what else is there to do?

-What Lance doesn’t know is that it’s his birthday

-Everyone went and paired up to go prepare the surprise party for Lance the flirt who just happened to be born on Valentine’s Day

-Hunk went to go make the cake with Coran

-Pidge went to find some dank memes

-Allura,Shiro, and Keith went on to decorate the common space

-What Lance doesn’t know is that they all love him and appreciate him

-What Lance doesn’t know is that Keith planned all of this after Hunk let it slip that Lance’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day

-What Lance doesn’t know is that Keith plans to tell him how he feels about him

-WHAT LANCE DOESN’T KNOW is that the reason no one has had time is because they have been busy trying to hunt down the beauty products the know Lance loves or anything that brings him happiness to be honest

-You see Hunk isn’t making an Altean cake, oh no, he managed to find more than half of the ingredients to make Lance’s favorite cake, a tres leches

-Pidge found at least 3 new face mask made by humans for humans

-Allura is giving Lance a book she’s been writing with all the pick up lines Lance has ever directed toward her because she doesn’t know when but at some point it stopped being annoying and it started to be endearing

-Shiro is giving Lance the chance to give himself a nickname that Shiro will use from then on but it must be appropriate

-And Keith….. he has a whole letter were he wrote down all the feelings he knows he won’t be able to ever say to him

-Just hundreds of words stating how much he loves him and how sorry he is for ever forgetting him

-Asking Lance if he will take him, God please allow him to have a special place in his heart

-So Lance doesn’t know that when he is finally feeling as if he can actually maybe function that the others have Hunk going to his door to coax him out of his room

-But when Lance learns about all of it, learns that he’s not alone and the others have his back

-Now his tears are from happiness and a spark of hope that not everything is impossible

-And yes he does have enough space for Keith, why wouldn’t he?

there’s a rule about taking Doctor Who seriously and it’s that to take it seriously you need to not take it too seriously 

this show doesn’t take itself seriously, no matter how dark it might get at times

this isn’t some fucking gritty Edgelord show, this is a show watched by millions of children about hope and belief and trying to help people even when it seems hopeless and even when it doesn’t work, we should never hope that anyone in it stays dead, especially not anyone that represents so much for so many

above all we should never as older fans want anything for it that would take away from the enjoyment of the younger fans

you can’t treat it the same way you would a lot of other shows. its demographic is anyone who is willing to believe in it, anyone of any age. 

this is a show about an idiot in a magical box who fixes things with a screwdriver and a belief in the goodness of people

an idiot who gets into ridiculous situations that are often also dire, who saves the day always but only uses violence as a last resort, who tries to win with words and cleverness first 

over the last few years it’s been one of the only shows on television still trying to tell a hopeful story in a world obsessed with Edgy Cynical Realism, while never shying away from how harsh the universe can be

it is a show about possibility where almost any thing or person or story that can be imagined could be plausible (hello, people being killed by plastic inflatable chairs, a small box being infinitely huge on the inside, a lesbian being saved by her magical star girlfriend)

it is a show created by lifelong fans, it is a constant love letter to itself with stupid little in jokes and nostalgic trips, and above all it is a message and lesson of hope and kindness

take it or leave it but that is what it will or at least should always be

Front Row Seat

Jenna knew the Samwell men’s hockey team.

Of course she did. Everyone did. But she especially did because she was on the Samwell women’s hockey team.

She knew it wasn’t a phenomenon exclusive to the Samwell Women’s Hockey Team – the lack of recognition for female athletics. But the men’s hockey team were so especially over the top, most of Jenna’s classmates didn’t even know Samwell had a women’s hockey team.

Jenna knew it wasn’t the team’s fault. When Jack Zimmermann had been captain, he’d been really good about scheduling ice time and showing up to home games when he could for support. The two captains after, Ransom and Holster, invited the team to every kegster (they invited the entire school so that wasn’t that big of a gesture but it was still nice to be recognized as a team), And Eric Bittle, the most precious bean Jenna had ever met, still sends them a couple pies every time they win a game.

They were good and kind dudes.

But they were absolutely ridiculous.

Jenna didn’t have to know the men’s hockey team to know William Poindexter and Derek Nurse.

“I’m just saying! How else do you explain an image without written alphabet conveying a singular message to tens of thousands of people?”

“Nurse, you’re not going to convince me memes are their own language, okay? You’re just not.”

“Where’s your sense of curiosity, Poindexter? Where’s your finesse?”

“I don’t know, where’s your chill, Nurse?”

Jenna bit her lip to keep from laughing. She didn’t need to turn around to see the scandalized look on Derek Nurse’s face.

It would have been so easy to resent SMH. They got all the glory, they got all the girls, and Jenna’s team worked just as hard as they did.

Instead, Jenna decided it would be healthier for her and more fun to instead choose to enjoy their antics. Especially since she had a front row seat to the world’s saltiest D-men.

Or, more of a third row seat. The row right in front of the row Nursey and Dex sat in, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday in Pop Culture Theory.

Every day a new adventure.

“I honestly can’t believe this.”

“Let it go Poindexter.”

“To hell with that, I need to bask in this.”

“Nothing to bask about, asshole, it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? Nursey, you have never read The Lord of the Rings. And I have! This is unprecedented.”

“Nice five dollar word there, book boy.”

“Oh, get fucked, Derek.”



“I’ll kill you, Nurse.”

“I don’t think you will. I do not think you’ll do that. Because you love me.”

“The Lord is testing me.”

“Will, what does that mean? Are you calling me the Lord? That is kind of you.”

“One more haiku, Nurse, I swear to God.”

“What is this I hear? Using the Lord’s name in vain? You bad Cath’lic boy.”

Nurse.

“I’m not saying you’re sexist if you can’t acknowledge that Jessica Jones is marvel’s best long form origin story, but why, William, do you hate women?”

“I can’t believe you, of all people, are arguing with me about this. How could you not agree with me that Luke Cage is the best?”

“Oh, what, because I’m part black?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, and that’s not racist! That’s me acknowledging all that shit you’ve ever said about privilege and cultural oppression and recognizing the representation of that through Luke Cage . The show is literally about a black man the police can’t gun down! You don’t appreciate that?”

“Oh I can definitely appreciate that. That message is dope! And I think you’re mad woke for your active listening. But, just, in narrative framing and character arcs and visual story-telling, Jessica Jones is leagues a-fucking-bove. Also her character is a nice subversion of traditional leading lady portrayals.”

“Yeah, no, she’s a badass.”

“For real. And at least we can agree they’re both better than fucking Iron Fist.”

“Yeah, no, fuck that guy.”

“Heard.”

Jenna’s favorite, though, happened on one of the last Wednesday classes before finals.

They weren’t already talking when they came in to take their usual seats. That wasn’t weird, they didn’t talk a lot of mornings. Jenna knew from word of mouth that their friendship was tenuous on the best of days so it made sense for them to keep quiet on some days.

No, the funny part – the amazing part – was after a good ten minutes of silence, thirty seconds before class was slated to begin, Jenna heard Nurse turn in his desk and casually ask, in a bored voice, apropos of nothing , “So you want a blowjob after this?”

Jenna tried not to choke. She could not laugh. She could not let them know she listened in on them every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday,

But Poindexter just paused and then sighed really dramatically before saying “Yes.” As if Nursey was really putting him out by offering him a blowjob.

Jenna absolutely needed to excuse herself she was so in danger of laughing herself into a coma but just then class began so she had to quietly have a heart attack for the next 40 minutes.

Jenna was the only woman on her team completely unsurprised to see the D-Men making out against a wall at the next kegster.

Longing

a birthday gift for @succulent-sam!! happy birthday, gabby!!! I hope you enjoy this little canon ‘verse happiness. <3

now on AO3!

“Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

“How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

“I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

“Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

“What about you?” he said eventually.

Cas lifted a shoulder.

“I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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About Damn Time

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Anon request: could you please write a dean x reader fic where they end up locked in a confined space together that starts as annoyance but leads to more? and they’ve been hunting together a while but always had an antagonistic/teasing relationship to cover up that they have feelings for each other

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: SMUT (that’s right, I wrote some smut. Can’t say it’s good, but it’s there) language, mention of death, minor angst, lots of sass

A/N: This is also for @wayward-marvel-sommer1196​‘s sarcastic writing challenge! Sorry I’m a little late - honestly I’m shocked and thrilled it didn’t take longer to finish this. Thanks for the fun challenge, and have a great semester, hun! (my prompt was "Oh, I offended you with my opinion? You should hear the ones I keep to myself…" and is in bold)

A/N/N: Look guys, a thing that isn’t firefighter Dean! It’s a miracle!

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The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

anonymous asked:

Sorry but am I the only one SOBBING after Louis' interview???? So much of it just hurt my heart but a lot of it just made me even prouder and jfc I have too many emotions rn pls tell me I'm not alone

…I mean…I liked the pictures? 

I’ve been thinkin about this a lot. So I’m going to elaborate.

When it comes to just about anything to do with Louis this is 100% me

And while there were definitely parts of the interview that had me wanting to cry in a very not so cool way, a lot of it just didn’t quite sit well with me. I’m not surprised with how they’re marketing Louis, since this is the same incompetent “team” that’s been behind his PR for years, but the content of the interview just had me like  

Let’s focus on the positive for a moment…he looks incredible.

Like

But then as you start to add headlines to these photos it’s gets a bit…eh

Louis is so incredibly talented as both a a singer and songwriter and this narrative is disappointing because when you’re trying to launch someone’s solo SINGING career, exactly what good does it do to begin a headline with “Not the best singer”? 

Which is why when people praise this article saying how great it is I’m like

There are certainly very honest and raw moments in this article, and I do think it was well written. The parts of actual dialogue are gripping, but the way in which they’re framed sells Louis short in my opinion. I can’t sit here and say, “Wow this part was great and I’m just going to ignore all the other bits that kind of stuck out as odd to me.” 

They are using the same, and I mean the EXACT same, marketing tactics that they used with One Direction.

They’ve always tried to sell him as this working class Donny lad figure, which I’m pretty sure is why his relationship with Jamie Vardy has been so heavily publicised (aside from the rumours that he’ll play him in the biopic), but they’ve really made it sound like if he hadn’t made it into One Direction that he’d be mining coal somewhere right now…

And as ever, his image is tightly wound around a heterosexual “he’s taken” narrative. 

The difference between the use of “girlfriend” and “partner” is significant in that it implies permanence and adding fatherhood to that really shows how aggressively they’re veering away from targeting a young female audience demographic in terms of traditional marketing. They managed to put all that information into this article without any actual words from Louis.

The unfortunate thing about this article, is that the two things Louis actually talked about the least are now becoming the focal point of the narrative. 

Like, okay. We get it. He is doing the sex with the women. And all these seemingly random pap shots and snapchat cameos are suddenly coming out of the woodwork and they still can’t get a new quote about it…

What concerns me is that they’ve used their first opportunity to market Louis’ solo career this way. The end of the article is oddly dark and unsettling…

What the hell even was that? Like a pat on the back and a “Good luck kid,” as he chain smokes into the sunset? The vibe was very

And yeah, there have been some aggressive injustices in Louis’ life, no one should have to lose their mother that young and that suddenly, and I thought that part of the article was extremely well handled and verbalised. But, as someone who has appreciated Louis’ talent for years now, this article really didn’t have to make his insecurities the focal point. He didn’t have to diminish his existing collaborations by saying that he couldn’t get “big names” in the studio with him, therefore now isolating himself from pretty much everyone in the music industry. And the fact Simon Cowell got a nod in the article was like, “Hi! I’m a red flag!”

Like, Jesus Christ, he was put in a boy band, not sent to war. And if you’re telling me that Simon Cowell can’t pick up the phone and get big name writers into a room with Louis Tomlinson then I don’t know what to say. What bothers me the most is that this entire article sounds like a regurgitated speech from Simon Cowell that he probably used to manipulate Louis over the past five years. Despite his HUGE fan base, which has made him the most engaged with celebrity on Instagram, someone is still telling Louis he isn’t a frontman, when he has a global audience telling him the exact opposite. This article makes it sound like Syco is taking some kind of chance on one of the most successful musicians of the last decade. Louis wrote more of One Direction’s songs than any other member and there’s absolutely no reason to make his debut album sound more dramatic than Dunkirk. Like, “In a world where no one believed in him…Louis Tomlinson had to learn to believe in himself…COMING SUMMER 2017!” 

Ugh. It just…   

Anyway, I’m crying in a cool way over how gorgeous Louis looks here as a dramatic cat lady. 

And now it’s time to sashay away. Thanks for listening!

New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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diamondsparkle42  asked:

Can I request an hc where RFA + V and Saeran react to MC having a boyfriend that's not in the RFA, but the guys still like her? Like, maybe she talks about him on the messenger, or sends pictures of the two, or even invites him to the RFA party and they are jealous and try to flirt with MC and things like that? Maybe they even try to make her boyfriend jealous of MC's relationship with the RFA members? I'm sorry if this makes no sense.

Hellohello~ Thank you very much for your patience!!

I didn’t include V. He doesn’t really seem to be the type to act on his jealousy, nor reveal it… He’d just try to be happy for you, and try not to get in the way of your relationship…

And I’m pretty sure you meant more of a long-term thing where her boyfriend would get jealous buuuut… if I did that, the reactions would only be the same thing for each character… I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, I was really tired while writing this but, I tried to make it work ^^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 14/30


Yoosung

  • He was actually the one who introduced you to your boyfriend… by accident, that is. Yoosung had only been showing you around his campus, and by chance, the two of you had bumped into a teaching assistant from one of his classes.
  • The said assistant, only a year older than you as it turned out, had fallen in love with you at first sight, and promptly flirted with you, eventually getting your number and persistently courting you. You’d been flattered by his dedication, and decided to give the relationship a try—he seemed really genuine after all.
  • Well, Yoosung wasn’t really happy about this, but he didn’t want to be a downer when you seemed so happy with your boyfriend
  • But it became painfully obvious that Yoosung didn’t like him
  • He’d suddenly go offline whenever you began retelling your dates to Jaehee on the chatroom
  • Did his best to avoid talking about your boyfriend, and when you asked, Yoosung would brush off your questions with a, “Hm? Oh, he’s fine” and proceed to change the subject
  • Your boyfriend also mentioned how Yoosung was very curt towards him in classes lately…
  • Despite the obvious distaste Yoosung showed towards him, though, Yoosung would never try to interfere with your relationship.
  • You brought your boyfriend as your plus one to the RFA party, but you hadn’t mentioned it to Yoosung since he always changed the subject and refused to listen, anyway
  • He looked hurt when he saw you walk into the party with your boyfriend, and even ran off to the bathroom stalls.
  • At first, you were going to chase after him, but your boyfriend took the role upon himself instead, telling you to trust him. You stood outside the bathroom, waiting, and hoping to catch some of their conversation. It wasn’t long before you heard their voices raise against each other, but you willed yourself not to cut in.
  • “I liked her long before you did! Why do you think I even brought her to the campus that day?! I wouldn’t just bring her around for the hell of it. I was planning to confess to her… But you ruined it by following us and flirting with her the whole time!”
  • “…Yoosung. Do you think MC is an amazing person?”
  • “Huh? Of course I do…?” Yoosung sounded confused by the question.
  • “In that case, shouldn’t you have been more aware that others would easily notice her good qualities as well? From the moment I saw her, I knew she was different from any other woman I’ve ever met. That’s why I made a move on her. It’s your own loss for being a coward.”
  • Yoosung fell silent.
  • “Anyway, you should get back to the party soon. You and I both know how hard she worked on it. The least you can do is try to enjoy it a bit, you know?”
  • Your boyfriend stepped out soon after his parting statement, and you followed him, asking him in a whisper, “Hey, don’t you think you were a bit harsh back there?”
  • He hung an arm around your shoulder. “I only spoke the truth. He has to grow up someday. He can’t be babied by you guys forever.”
  • Yoosung didn’t talk to you about the incident, but you knew he took your boyfriend’s words to heart because he stopped avoiding talks about your relationship, and even giving you advice whenever you needed it. It wasn’t a major change, but it made you think, maybe he really has grown up a bit.

Zen

  • He’s always been against you having a boyfriend, dead set on convincing you that, “All men are wolves.”
  • He took you to a play that demonstrated this concept, one that his friend happened to be acting in, hoping you would realize from the tragic love story in the play that men were up to no good.
  • … Yeah. Bad move, Zen.
  • That same friend of his developed an interest in you for some reason, and eventually managed to charm you enough to get you to date him.
  • Zen was reluctant, but he did trust his friend to take proper care of you, so he tried to resist complaining
  • Still… he couldn’t help the jealousy that pooled in his chest every time his friend talked about you
  • “MC’s so sweet and considerate! I’m surprised she hasn’t had much experience with dating before, seriously, she’s an amazing girlfriend!”
  • “I know…” Zen replied glumly, not in the mood—never in the mood, to listen about how you doted over your boyfriend
  • “And it’s so hard to resist touching her, she’s seriously beautiful, even though she doesn’t realize it…”
  • “…I know,” Zen repeated himself, slightly angrier this time.
  • “Do you think I should ask her to fuck next time? She does seem a bit prude about tha-“
  • Zen cast his friend an incredulous look. “Don’t say that. Just because she’s not jumping into bed with you doesn’t mean that she’s a prude. And you’re her boyfriend, don’t talk about her as if she’s some one night stand.”
  • “Zen,” his friend laughed, “What’s got you so riled up? She’s just a girl. You know that actors like us can have any girl we want. She should be happy I even looked at her or considered dating.”
  • Anger rose to the silver-haired actor’s chest, but he clenched his jaw and held back his words. Instead, he complained to you, indirectly.
  • “MC… haven’t you ever considered getting a different boyfriend? Maybe someone who’s, well, more handsome, more suitable for you,” Zen suddenly said in a call one night, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion
  • He wouldn’t tell you the reason, but he wouldn’t need to, either.
  • You found your boyfriend having sex with some random girl (that he probably picked up from the streets) when you had been visiting his apartment, hoping to surprise him. Well. Turns out you were the one surprised instead.
  • But… you didn’t want to break up with him. It sounded stupid, but he’d made you feel like he really loved you… like he really thought you were beautiful… Maybe it was because he was an actor, but it felt so real.
  • So you didn’t say anything about your boyfriend’s cheating. But you found yourself feeling more and more depressed as the days passed and you stayed in a relationship with him
  • Zen was the one who came to your apartment, bringing meals for you, movies to keep you distracted, blankets to build a fort…
  • Often fell asleep with you in his arms when the two of you were worn out from everything else
  • You found yourself enjoying these moments with Zen a lot, and you’d turn down your boyfriend’s requests for dates… But he knew you were with Zen, because your scent would linger on Zen’s clothing.
  • He got more and more jealous, and even forced himself into your apartment, demanding you to spend a night with him to prove you weren’t cheating with Zen, ignoring your protests and using his strength to deny you the ability of escaping
  • It was lucky that Zen had planned to drop by, and he quickly threw your boyfriend off of you, easily restraining him and landing continuous hits on him
  • When all was done and dealt with, you were single again, and Zen was right by your side, sighing as he said,
  • “See? I told you, all men are wolves.”
  • “…Even you, Zen-oppa?”
  • His cheeks flushed from your comment, but he quickly changed the subject to avoid your question.

Jaehee

  • She did her best to be subtle about her distaste for the man you called “boyfriend.”
  • See, thing is, you had already captured her interest (and heart cough cough) from the first few days you’d met
  • And you hadn’t mentioned that you had a boyfriend. Until now.
  • “You want to invite someone to the party? Is it a friend? Family member?” she asked in the chatroom, curious
  • “Huh? Oh~ No, it’s my boyfriend!” You replied with a picture of you and your boyfriend, clearly proud to show off
  • When V mentioned the photo quality was really good, you sent a few more, explaining that your boyfriend was a photographer and used a high quality camera to take pictures on dates. The chatroom filled with your lovey-dovey couple photos, and you even started to talk about your boyfriend animatedly
  • Jaehee watched this go on for a while before she interrupted, texting, “Hey. Back on topic, there isn’t enough room for an extra guest. Don’t invite him. We can not accommodate for him.”
  • …Which confused you. You knew there was more than enough room for another hundred guests, especially since you had invited most of them yourself.
  • Perhaps there was another reason that you didn’t know about, so you decided to let it go.
  • However, when one of the guests said they couldn’t make it to the party, Jaehee had no excuse to hold you back from bringing your boyfriend.
  • You couldn’t help but notice how, although Jaehee was professional to all the other guests, she was curt and tight-lipped when interacting with your boyfriend, and almost seemed like she was glaring at him.
  • Minus the “almost.”
  • When you asked her about her behaviour, she averted her eyes as she subconsciously jutted out her bottom lip. “I don’t like your boyfriend,” she mumbled, cheeks reddening.
  • It surprised you a lot—you never pegged her to be the jealous type, and actually… why was she jealous in the first place?
  • She bit her lip, deciding it was now or never to admit her feelings. “MC… I really, really like you,” she said almost in a whisper. “I really do. But I know you’re happy with your boyfriend… I can see that with how you look at him and how he smiles at you, and how happy you look in all your photos… It makes me jealous every time but I really love you and I want you to be happy, so… I’ll be okay even if you don’t like me back.”
  • You could only stare, lost for words.
  • “I know you’re probably confused… and I know this is out of character, b-but… I can’t help it. This is the first time I’ve liked someone so much. I don’t understand these emotions myself, I’m sorry,” Jaehee said, quickly removing her glasses to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. “Just pretend you never heard me. I-I’ll move on. Don’t worry about it. Really.”
  • And then she ran off, not giving you a chance to respond. But both of you knew that no matter how you answered her, it wouldn’t be a good one. Still, you would’ve liked to thank her for her feelings, at the very least…
  • But the next time she talked to you, it was as if the incident had never happened in the first place.

Seven

  • Considering he wasn’t really “allowed” to have feelings for anyone, he could only show his (overwhelming) jealousy in the subtlest of ways
  • Or well, at least he thought it was subtle, you know?
  • He hacked into your phone and programmed it so that any photos you tried to send of you and your boyfriend would automatically be deleted… AND a photo of himself cosplaying would be sent to your boyfriend’s phone instead…
  • When you complained about it, he reassured you that it was merely a bug
  • You believed him at first
  • But his jealousy became blatantly obvious at the party, when you brought your boyfriend along
  • Seven was literally hanging all over you, basically trapping you in his hugs the entire time and making your boyfriend feel awkward
  • Forced you to sit on his lap during dinner through pure strength
  • Took a lot of selfies with you
  • Blew kisses to you at least a thousand times throughout the night
  • Even kissed you on the cheek every few minutes after he got drunk!
  • Well, with Seven’s unnecessary interference, your boyfriend felt really, really uncomfortable.
  • “Hey, you know, if this was a way to tell me you weren’t interested in me anymore, well, I got the message. You could’ve just told me yourself,” your boyfriend muttered, “So uhm, this is it, we’re breaking up I guess.”
  • Before you could even explain the misunderstanding, Seven had his hands clamped over your mouth and pulled you into a hug, preventing you from chasing after your now-ex.
  • “Don’t go after him,” he whispered into your ear, sounding pained. “Please… look at me instead.”

Jumin

  • You never noticed that Jumin was jealous at all
  • He hid it very well, and even appeared interested in your relationship with your boyfriend, often asking questions
  • It wasn’t until the RFA party that you started to notice something seemed off about Jumin
  • He (and Driver Kim) picked you up from the apartment, even though you said your boyfriend had no problem doing so… Jumin had even bought a fancy dress that was exactly your size (even though he had never asked you) as well as matching shoes and accessories…
  • You didn’t think much of it—maybe he did this for everyone?
  • You didn’t notice the dark smirk that crossed his expression when you walked out of the apartment wearing everything he’d bought. To him, it was like he already marked you as his.
  • The ride to the party was quiet, with Jumin acting as the perfect gentleman when he led you in and out of the car.
  • “…Why are you holding my waist like this?” you asked
  • He smiles back pleasantly, “I’m only acting as a proper escort, MC. Don’t worry.”
  • Camera flashes made you turn your head, and you remembered that the man beside you was Jumin Han, a young, hot, and highly sought-after corporate director. Your relationship with him appeared much more intimate because of the way he held you, earning murmurs from the surrounding crowds. Even though he claimed it was a professional gesture, you knew better.
  • …Especially from the jealous expression on your boyfriend’s face, you could tell that the way Jumin touched you must have looked far from professional.
  • You’d hardly entered the party hall when your boyfriend stormed past you, anger flashing in his eyes. “So this is why you didn’t want me to pick you up? So you could show off to the world that you’re Jumin Han’s plaything?”
  • The fact that his first words to you were to express his anger upset you. You’d put in so much time into your appearance, couldn’t he at least have said something about that? Or maybe even greet you like a normal boyfriend would, with a hug and/or a kiss? But no, he had to yell at you instead.
  • Jumin came up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder to ask if you were okay—god that made your boyfriend mad, because Jumin was acting as if he was the boyfriend.
  • You stared questioningly at Jumin, who watched with a satisfied smirk as your boyfriend moodily left the party. Had he intended that…?
  • But… Jumin’s usual dense character made you doubt it.
  • His stupidity played to benefit him, for once……

Saeran

  • Really jealous that he wasn’t the one who could claim you as his girlfriend…
  • Often texted your boyfriend from your phone when you were busy, telling him to come back later
  • Cuddled with you often—shamelessly
  • Whenever you went on dates, he would call for you to come back, sounding helpless. The trick never failed. You’d always come back to his arms… even though you weren’t his.
  • But he wanted you to belong to him, so, so bad.
  • Saeran made it clear that he didn’t like your boyfriend
  • Sent pictures of the two of you together to your boyfriend to state that you were occupied
  • Saeran would call you over so much that you’d spend more days with him than your own boyfriend
  • But the sexual tension was hiiiiiiiiigh…
  • He’d always make sure to touch you as much as he could while still maintaining a platonic image
  • But his gaze would linger a little long on your face
  • His voice, almost always a little too close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine
  • His gentle touch, too comfortable– too comfortable because his arms made you feel so warm and secure that you could just fall asleep, but you didn’t feel that with your actual lover
  • Being with Saeran felt so right, and that was exactly why it felt wrong.
  • Your boyfriend had more bursts of anger as time passed—“I always smell his scent on you! There’s no way you’re not cheating when you’re close enough for his scent to rub off this strongly on you!”
  • To which you would always protest that you weren’t attracted to Saeran like that—but you were—and that you would never cheat—so why did you feel so guilty—and that you were faithful.
  • But your boyfriend couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand how close you were to some man he hardly knew. So after enough weeks of arguing whether you were with Saeran or not, he finally broke up with you.
  • You felt conflicted—you knew it was mainly your fault, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t liked him at all, because you did.
  • The break-up did hurt, but Saeran was there with you, every step of the way, hugging you tightly—with a relieved smile on his face of course.
  • Maybe you could finally belong to him now, instead.
Exeunt pursued by man in bear suit.

I had two weird dreams last night, which I suppose were technically all part of the same dream, wherein I was visited by dead people. I mean they weren’t dead Dead in the dream, but my brain was self aware enough to be like, “you know these people don’t belong here in your house…they’re dead…also they’re Terry Pratchett and Robin Williams, this is a dream”. 

I first knew something was off kilter because when I walked into my kitchen, Terry Pratchett was sitting there drinking a mug of tea. The dragon under the stove was also a give away, but famous authors, even dead ones, are not often found in my kitchen (contrary to what you’ve heard about my baking). He was reading something, and to my absolute horror I realized it was one of my manuscripts. I started to stutter and sat down in front of him, and because I am British offered him a slice of cake to go with his tea, so I might slide my work out from under his fingers. Not to be distracted by the prospect of a Victoria Sponge however, Terry looked up at me and said 

“It’s a shame really, I was rather enjoying it until the words just stopped…why did you stop? Did you lose your words too?”

At which point I rocketed upright in bed and tried to rationalize why Terry Pratchett would be in my dream and giving me a mild telling off for not writing anything…and then because it was Terry and I miss him, had a bit of a cry and went back to sleep.

Which was when I “woke up” in my bed because I was being prodded in the side. Assuming it was my husband trying to wake me I rolled over and told him to go away, at which point the voice of Robin Williams bounced around the room at full volume as he yelled, “Rise and shine funny-girl, it’s time to climb the walls!”

Ah yes, thought I, I am still asleep and dreaming…or I am in a coma and someone is playing Robin Williams to try and wake me up…which was the point when I heard Terry Pratchett ask, “Is she up yet?”

“No.”

“Tip her out the bed.”

So because Terry Pratchett told him to, Robin Williams tipped me out of my dream bed, and laughed at me when I swore.

“Ach aye, there’s your accent lassie, none of that Amerrrrrican inflection, eh? Just had to get you good and mad.” said Mr Williams, in his own Scottish imitation, hauling me upright and carrying me over his shoulder out the door while I squawked and flailed at the indignity of it all.

The next few images where a blur of motion and sound, but after that we were in a castle which I recognized to be one of my own ideas. My own characters stood stock still like cutout cardboard mannequins, frozen in time, the last action I had written them into. 

Terry was walking between them, pausing every now and then to peer at them through his spectacles like they were an exhibit in a wax museum and giving a little nod every so often, like he had just seen the eyelashes in the wax and was mildly impressed.

Robin at this point, had his arm around my shoulders and was giving me the grand tour of my own work, yelling out jokes about my characters and making me laugh at them.

“And here we have underdeveloped character number three! Half baked and still gooey at the center, it’s salmonella for everybody but at least it tastes good!”

When I looked round again, Terry was sitting at the foot of the dais to the empty throne, sheets of paper between his hands again as he read from the script.

“It says here “exeunt pursued by man in bear suit”…” he said.

“I thought it was funny…” I replied sheepishly…looking at the world which had sparkled mere moments before and watching the color seep away until it was turning grey and cold at the edges… “I thought…well it doesn’t matter. I scrapped it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you lose your words?”

“No…”

“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“I don’t…”—by now the world was starting to fall apart and crumble to dust, falling upwards into the pitch black sky as though it was being pulled away by a black hole.

Robin came in front of me then, placing both giant hands on my shoulders and leaning in until we were butting heads.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, smiling right into my soul, “I know it’s hard when all you want to do it stop. And sometimes you have to, sometimes you can’t chase the demons out. But what you can do, and no one ever tells you this, funny-girl, what you can do…is make ‘em laugh. You can’t burn ‘em out, you can’t chase ‘em out, and you can’t leave without them because it’s your head, but you can make ‘em laugh. You can shake hands with the devil and make him laugh. The world is your clam chowder, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll still find the pearl. Does that make sense? No? Good, nothing makes sense, nothing in this whole existence we like to pretend is reality makes sense, nothing but doing your best and trying to make yourself happy, and if you can’t do that do it for others. You can, you know you can…otherwise your mother wouldn’t be so angry when you tell jokes and there wouldn’t be a man over there dressed in a bear suit waiting to follow us out.”

Laughing and crying, I looked over to where he had pointed, and there was indeed a man in a bear suit. He waved, and I waved back. 

By now the world had dissolved, the walls melting away until only the cut out people remained, illuminated by starlight where previously there had only been black. I turned round when I felt a hand on my shoulder and found Terry standing behind me, his eyes crinkling up under bushy eyebrows as he smiled, handing me back my manuscript.

“I have to go now,” he said, “we both do, because this isn’t real and you’re dreaming. But I’ll have that cake before I go.”

So the three of us turned together to walk out over the stars, pursued by a man in a bear suit.

I woke up sometime before four am, with a heavy ache in my throat, feeling rung out and completely exhausted, but ultimately feeling as though somehow everything is going to be okay. I’ve got walls to paint and chores to do, but later on I’m going to bake a cake and then I’m going to write. And I’m keeping the bear suit joke.

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

anonymous asked:

Can u show us more of your favourite moments from AA?

nonny, trust me when I say I’ve been thinking about this ask every day since you’ve sent it (which is probably like, at least 2 weeks now?). I’ve literally got post-its all over my desk with half-finished lists of my favorite AA moments because it was so hard to choose something to talk about

with that said, after re-watching several of my favorite episodes, I want to talk a little bit about Tony’s relationship with praise. Specifically: the gradual change in the way Tony accepts praise from Steve over the course of the series

Or, alternatively named: “why The Age of Tony Stark continues to be the best AA episode that ever aired”

So: as we all know, Tony has a complicated relationship with his sense of self-worth. That’s just a multi-versal constant. While he may be handsome, selfless, and a literal genius, he’s always expecting more of himself. Telling himself to be better, pushing himself beyond his limits, putting himself at risk if it means saving the world or sparing others. If he ever fails, Tony is his own worst and harshest critic. As such, it comes as no surprise that he’d be uncomfortable accepting praise and encouragement from others…especially from someone who he sees as a role model; someone who he believes is inherently better than him.

Enter Steve Rogers. It’s no secret to us that AA!Steve thinks the world of Tony. If Steve believes in anything in this new-fangled 21st century world, it’s Tony Stark. Not only that, Steve has no shame in expressing these feelings in what we all lovingly refer to as his inspirational Speeches™. The first instances of one of these speeches is “In Deep,” where Steve tells Tony he’s more than just his armor. However, what I’d like to point out is Tony’s expression while Steve is, in essence, praising him:

It’s no mistake that the animators chose to show us Tony’s face at the tail end of Steve’s speech. It’s clear as day how uncomfortable he is: his head is ducked, eyes averted, eyebrows furrowed, and he’s biting his lip. It’s as if Tony is physically shying away from Steve’s genuineness. Instead of accepting the praise, what does he do?

He deflects. He tries to lessen the gravity of Steve’s words with humor and false arrogance, though it comes out relatively bare. Steve, of course, maybe sensing that he needs to pick his battles, quips back “can’t you just take a compliment,” which ironically hits the nail right on the head.

Cut to the end of season 1, in “The Final Showdown,” where Tony has expended all his armors and is left with nothing to fight against the Cabal. Once again, Steve reaffirms his utter confidence in Tony’s abilities:

And again, just like in “In Deep,” Tony deflects, berating himself:

To which Steve replies: 

“Billionaire genius philanthropist! You’ll think of something!”

As sweet as that is, what interests me again is Tony’s expression as Steve runs back into the fray:

Everything about his posture screams defensive. His arms are crossed, and he has a pensive, slight frown on his face. Unlike in “In Deep” however, where Tony had literally no where to hide after Steve gave his speech, Tony now has a chance to digest Steve’s words privately, as the latter had thrown himself back into battle right after saying them. It’s not for long, but Tony actually gives himself a second. Reflects.

Now comes “The Age of Tony Stark,” which in my opinion is when everything changes. Not only do Steve and Tony spend a significant amount of time together in this episode, but they also have to fight Red Skull with Tony at his most vulnerable. After all, not only has he regained the physical limitations of being a child, but he also has to re-confront many of the insecurities he had as a child due to a father who held the “perfection” of Captain America over his head. Many truths come out, but by the end of the episode, Tony finally breaks down:

In this moment, Tony finally expresses what he constantly keeps bottled inside as an adult. He’s scared: that he’s not good enough, that he’s not strong enough, that he won’t be able to save the world when it needs him most. Not only that, he confesses this to Steve, who he looks up to, who he feels the need to prove himself in front of. The person who he felt he couldn’t be weak in front of.

But of course, Steve never thought Tony was weak. Tony never had to prove himself, because Steve already believed that Tony could do anything:

In that moment, Tony finally let down his walls and let Steve in. In a way, I think this is when Tony truly starts trusting Steve, because he realized that even though Steve had seen him at both his highest and his lowest, his confidence in him never wavered. How do I know this? Well, after “The Age of Tony Stark,” the next Speech™ that Steve really gives is the one we all know and love from “The Ultron Outbreak”:

And how does Tony react?

He smiles. He glows. He lets Steve’s confidence in him reinforce his own, and then he goes to save the world.

anonymous asked:

ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)

yes y e s  of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:

taemin

quirks/mannerisms

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uncover || stiles stilinski (!!)

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 2,980

warnings: public sex, kissing, teasing, swearing, fingering, foreplay,

authors note: thank you for requesting, @ephemeral-stilinski and i really hope you like it :) 

summary: stiles is secretly dating reader and when she begins to grow frustrated of him refusing to tell his friends, she takes things into her own hands. 


My lips press against his neck, sucking deliciously against the soft skin as he bunches up the back of my shirt in his fists, his head rolling back as he lets out a strangled mewl. “Babe come on, I gotta go.” He fights back although the weakness of his voice honestly said otherwise. “Stay the night, I can make it worth your while.” I whisper seductively, nipping his ear before smearing the tip of my nose down his neck, planting a chaste kiss against the new, purple bruise.

“Y/N, I can’t. I promised Scott I’d help with trying to catch the next Chimera.” I sigh at his words, rolling off him and onto the other side of the bed as he climbs out of it. As he wanders around the room to collect his things, I take the time to lay back and enjoy the view of his of his muscular back, adoring the way his muscles moved. That was until, he found his shirt.

I groan in frustration, stuffing my face into the pillow his head usually lays on and revelling in the smell of his cologne. “Were you enjoying the view?” He teases, a smile most likely prominent on his lips. I groan in response, startled by the feeling of the bed dipping beside me until I feel warm hands running up the backs of my thighs, stopping just below my ass.

“Can’t you just stay for another hour? Or let me come with you, I could help!” I ask hopefully, twisting in the sheets so my back was pressed against the mattress and I could see Stiles sitting beside me, pathetically attempting to shove his feet into his grubby trainers. “Babe you can’t, they don’t know we’re together.” He sighs, effortlessly squashing his laces between the sides of his feet before he sat up straight.

I frown at his words, pouting like a child. I wasn’t being childish though, I was just tired of being his little secret. I wanted to be able to kiss my boyfriend in public and hold his hand, but I couldn’t because he didn’t want his friends knowing about me. “Are you embarrassed of me?” I question, frowning up at him. Stiles’ eyebrows furrow, lips pouting as he grabs my waist and pulls me into his side. He leans over my stomach, one hand resting beside me whilst he gently plays with my hair with his other.

“Of course not, why would you think that?” He asks, his voice laced with hurt and a hint of anger. A pang of guilt hits my stomach and I frown at myself for being so blunt about it. “It’s just… you don’t want your friends to know about me or meet me. I just feel like you’re ashamed of me.” I shrug, trying to play it off nonchalantly, like I wasn’t hurt, but I was, and I didn’t have a real reason as to why. Stiles frowns, placing a soft kiss against my pouting lips.

“I am not ashamed of you. I love you.” I smile up at him through my frown, my heart fuzzing at those three words. “I love you, too.” He grins at the proclaim, pressing his lips to my forehead softly before bopping the tip of my nose with the pad of his index finger. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” Stiles inquires, standing from my bed and throwing his backpack over his shoulders. I nod at him, smiling widely as he winks at me before running out of my bedroom.

I let out an aggravated sigh, standing from my bed and waltzing to my dresser, humming a tune absentmindedly. Just as I pull the drawer out, large arms wrap around my waist, lips pressed against my neck. “Stiles?” I giggle, confused that he hadn’t actually left. He hums against my neck. “Scott can wait, you’re too fucking irresistible.”

I hum at his words. “Perks of being a siren.” I mutter breathlessly, spinning on my heels and wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, smashing my lips against his. Our mouths mould perfectly, tongues dancing against each other’s and fingers tangling on one another’s hair. Stiles’ hands travel down my sides, hoisting me from the ground and gently placing me on the surface of my dresser, hands kneading my ass before he pulled away, the pair of us panting heavily.

“Okay now I’ve really gotta go.” Stiles plants another kiss on my lips before taking a step back to leave. Before he can even turn around, I fist his shirt with a smirk; pulling him back to me and kissing him again. “Tell him you can’t.” I whine, ruffling my fingers through his brown locks, placing small kisses over his face. My legs dangle from the dresser as he stands between them.

“Babe, I have to, and you have homework. I’ll call you.” With a chaste kiss on the lips, Stiles was rushing back out of my bedroom door - leaving me alone with my pondering thoughts. I sigh audibly, jumping from my dresser and rummaging through the drawer in attempt to find a presentable outfit. I glance over to my desk, groaning at the sight of the blooming tower of books and folders.

I quickly change my outfit, grabbing my backpack and shoving in as many books and folders as possible. I grab my phone, turning on my earphones and leaving the house. Without even thinking about taking my car, I begin to make my way to the school’s library, nodding my head to the beat of the music that blasted through my ears.

The air was cool, a fresh breeze blowing through my hair as the sun beams down upon me. I find myself reminiscing about the times Stiles’ and I would lay on my room; fingers intertwined and smiles on our faces as we tried to ‘catch a tan’ from the weak heat radiating from the sun. I frown at the memory, despite how happy it was, I find myself over thinking, wondering why it had to be a secret.

What if he really was embarrassed by me? What if I’m not good enough? Millions of thoughts ran through my mind until I stopped at a sudden one. What if it’s because I’m a siren? Perhaps he doesn’t trust me. The thought makes my stomach churn. We’ve always been honest, or at least I have. What if he thought I’d try to seduce his friends?

With anger levels rising and self confidence ceasing, I find myself pushing the doors open to the school library, surprising myself at how quickly I got here. It was practically empty, lights dim and tables clear. Not like I was expecting the school library to be packed busy at 8 P.M, of course. My eyes roam across the desks, noticing a few familiar students before my eyes set on her.

With a sigh of relief, I slump down in the chair beside hers, huffing loudly whilst slamming my books onto the desk. “Hayley,” I whine. She turns to me with a smile; brown locks tucked behind her ear and pen sideways between her teeth. Her smile drops when she notices my frown, pen dropping from her mouth as she frowns back at me. “Stiles?” I nod my head, groaning again and flipping through the pages of my chemistry book.

I catch her shaking her head through my peripheral vision, sighing at her actions. “I think it’s because I’m a siren.” I whisper, turning to her to notice her scrunched up, unamused expression. I adored Hayley fo reasons like this. She tells me straight, what I need to hear, rather than what I want to hear. But, she’s never dishonest and she never fails to understand my thoughts and feelings.

“Hold the fuck up, what?” Hayley questions, slamming her hand against the table and spinning in her seat so her body faces mine. I scoff, “I think he’s afraid I’m gonna try to seduce his friends or something!” I groan in frustration, Hayley’s eye twitching at my words.

“Please, you might be a sex addict but you’re not a whore.” Hay exclaims, eyes narrowing in frustration as she grunts in annoyance. “I know!” I agree, my voice raising which catches the attention of a few other students scattered across the two-story room.

“Hey.” A voice breaks our attention as a tall build thumps toward us, a smile breaking out onto the boy’s face. “Hey babe,” He begins, smiling wildly at Hay before his eyes flicker to me, “Y/N, right?” He asks, pointing a finger in my direction. I nod my head, squinting my eyes at him.

“And you are?”

“Isaac, Isaac Lahey. I’m Hayley’s boyfriend.” My eyes widen at his words, throwing a glare at Hayley for not telling me she had a boyfriend. A hot one at that. “Nice to meet you, Isaac.” I smile up at the boy, watching as he smiles back and then turns his attention to the beautiful brunette beside me. “Babe you ready?” His voice was like heaven, something I’d gladly listen to all day.

“Yeah, let me pack up. I’ll meet you outside.” Hayley smiles, watching as he wanders off to another place in the library. “Bitch, what the fuck!?” I squeal, slapping her arms in excitement whilst discreetly jumping up and down in my seat. “He’s hot! Hayley how long has this been going on for?” I question the girl, mouth wide as I watch her pack her books away. She shrugs her shoulders, “4 months?” My eyes widen at her response, and I feigned a hurt look.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I was going to, but you were busy with your secret and I was busy with him.”

She throws the last of her pens into her bag, throwing it over her shoulder and standing from her seat as Isaac returns from behind a bookcase, waving goodbye to someone and standing by Hayley’s side. “Later Y/N.” Hayley smiles, Isaac smiling too as he wraps an arm around her shoulder. I wave as the pair slowly walk off, continuing with my project. “She smells of my friend.” I hear Isaac mumble to Hayley, my eyebrows furrowing at his words. “What friend?” Hayley laughs, although I could tell she seemed just as confused as I.

“Stiles.”

My eyes snap open, panic surging through my body as I watch the couple strut out of the library, a cool breeze invading the area until the door shuts behind them. Was Isaac one of Stiles’ friends? Does that mean he’s a werewolf? Does Hayley know? I gulp at the thought of her not knowing, my panic interrupted by a loud ring blaring from my phone.

Stiles sent an imagine.

Stiles: babe this is you every time lmao x

I laugh at the photo, shaking my head at his silliness but it only makes me miss him more, until I remember why I get like that; because I’m his secret. If he told his friends, he’d never have to leave. But, being a siren is difficult, it causes my sexual frustration to heighten more than a human’s. But worst of all, when you get attached to someone; your heart hurts when they’re not near. It’s like a constant need of being in their presence, there’s no one that matters as much as them.

I return my focus to my project, skimming over the textbook and scribbling down the key terms in my neatest calligraphy. My focus is interrupted by the sound of light chatter, slowly growing louder as the group emit from behind a bookcase.

“I don’t trust him.” My head snaps up at the familiar voice, my eyes wandering over the group and stomach dropping when I realize who it actually was. Stiles was bugging Scott about something, Lydia rolling her eyes and Liam wandering behind them like a lost puppy. My heart aches a little, watching them all laugh and argue together, like a family. And then I notice Stiles laughing with Lydia, hushed words escaping their lips as they continue to laugh and smile in their own.

Jealousy gets the best of me and I find myself slamming my textbook shut, eyes never leaving Stiles as he finally looks away from Lydia and notices me. His eyes widen slightly, sputtering on his own words in realization that this could go one of two ways. He watches me stand from my seat and wander to opposite side of the library, skimming through books.

The sound of light footsteps echo through my ears until they finally stop beside me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Stiles snaps at me through gritted teeth, trying to keep his tone as hushed as possible - presumably so his friends wouldn’t hear. “It’s my school too, asshole.” I retort angrily, glaring at him and his expression slowly changes.

“Babe, I’m-” I cut him off before he can finish  “-Save it Stiles, I know why you don’t want me to meet them and it’s not because you’re trying to protect me.” I spit through gritted teeth, staring him down as his eyebrows furrow. “I can’t believe you could think so little of me.” I raise my voice, only to have Stiles hand smothering my mouth and pushing me against the bookcase.

I furrow my eyebrows at him, whimpering under his touch as I feel my arousal heighten. Seeing him like this was very rare and extremely sexy, so I was going to take advantage of the situation as best as I could.

“Keep it down.” He seethes, slowly pulling his hand away from my mouth and pinning me between his arms either side of my head. I smirk up at him, staring at his parted lips before gazing into his eyes through my lashes. “Why? Afraid they’ll hear and catch you with your girlfriend?” I tease, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, his eyes boring on my mouth.

“Or are you afraid I’ll seduce them? Huh? Afraid I’ll make them want to fuck me like you want to right now?” Stiles growls at my words, but doesn’t deny it. He knows he can’t. He knows that I can smell his arousal, see his body tense and feel his hardening cock against my thigh.

“Come on baby, you better do something before I fuck Scotty over there.” Stiles surges his lips against mine, tongues and teeth clashing messily and his hands grip against my waist, lifting me from the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around the back of his neck, tugging at his dark hair to intensify the kiss further.

Stiles’ hands grip my ass, enticing a moan from my lips as I grind my hips against his, wanting as much friction as possible. “You gonna fuck me in the school library?” I tease, rolling my head back against the bookcase as he traces his tongue across my neck, sucking deliciously on the soft skin. “Fuck me when your friends are just over there?” He grunts in my ear, rolling the fabric of my skirt up to my hips and bunching it up in place.

My hands fumble between our bodies as I tug against the zipper of his pants, tugging them down slightly and gripping his cock over his boxer. Stiles lets out a strangled moan, whimpering as I rub him through the thin fabric of his overs. “Quit teasing me baby, come on.” He whiles, rubbing his nose across my neck and bucking his hips forward. I tug his boxers down a little, his cock standing at attention, precum oozing from the tip.

I slowly begin pumping him, strangled moans escaping his parted lips before I smash mine into his, tongues dancing as our mouths mold perfectly. Stiles moves one hand from my ass, snaking it between our bodies. His fingers dance over my clothed pussy as he pulls them to the side, sliding his finger against my slit, coating them in my juices.

“Fuck baby you’re soaked,” Stiles whimpers, removing his fingers and rubbing them over his big cock. “Sti, just fuck me.” I hum, snapping something inside him. Stiles teases my entrance with his tip, a low whimper erupting from us both as he slowly slides in my dripping pussy. “Oh shit.” I moan, Stiles’ hand immediately cupping over my mouth to muffle my moans as he begins to thrust in and out.

His breathing hitches in his throat as my nails claw into his back, scratching over the fabric of his shirt as he pounds into me relentlessly, his hips slamming into mine. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Stiles moans through gritted teeth, panting heavily as my head falls back in pleasure. Stiles hitches my legs further up his torso, pounding into my pussy at a whole new level, sending my body into euphoria.

“Stiles, shit! Fuck me just like that baby, right there.” I whimper, tearing into his shirt and my walls clench around his throbbing cock. “Fuck oh god!” Stiles grunts into my shoulder as I cum over his cock, my body convulsing in pleasure.

Stiles’ thrust begin to slow, heavy pants escaping his lips before his cock twitches and he finds his release. With shallow breaths and shaking bodies, Stiles gently places me back into my feet, pulling his pants and boxers up as I adjust my panties and skirt, looking up at him with a smile as he tucks my hair behind my ears.

“I think it’s time you met my friends.” He admits, my eyes widening in shock. Excitement gets the best of me as I let out a squeal, smiling widely and pressing my lips to Stiles’ until he pulls away, intertwining our fingers and weaving is through the isles and toward the table of his friends.

“Guys, this is Y/N; my girlfriend.”



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gallizfrey  asked:

Since I'm still new to most groups, could you maybe do a list of most to least extra or something? Or maybe who's more savage (cause that's hilarious and I'd like to know what are good group to stan for this haha)? I think it would be interesting! Thanks babe <3

Okay so I’m basing this off my “some kpop groups in a nutshell” post lmao:

MOST~

SHINEE OMFG- they’ll roast each other and laugh about it, they’ll call out the producers on the show for interfering with their game, roast everyone on any variety show that they’ve ever been in, even shade their own company, SM (I don’t blame them tho wtf they’re depending on exo and promoting them way more than legends like f(x) & snsd & shinee).

Big Bang- you’d think they’ve been in the industry for too long to be savage, you thought wrong. Gdragon roasted a whole award show in China ON THEIR OWN AWARD SHOW and got away with it. They all call TOP an alcoholic while the rest of them are drunk, their maknae can’t seem to catch a break, it’s a wonder how they all survived for 11 years since they couldn’t stand each other at first lmao.

Infinite- they mostly stick to being savage with each other, but will call out everyone’s bs. Honestly idk how sungjong has survived this far being the innocent maknae.

Super Junior- it’s mostly heechul and shindong and kangin, esp when they’re hosting shows, but gather them all together and no one survives….they go off on everyone and keep asking uncomfortable questions to the other groups until they’re begging them to stop, there’s no mercy rip.

Day6- more like savage5 minus the missing member. Maknae line will not hold back on the roasts, esp on grandpa jae. ASC is just jae being savage with every idol that appears, esp got7 and every jyp group.

BTOB- but really, it’s just Ilhoon having enough of everyone and exposing them whenever they piss him off. Maknae line is truly evil while the hyung line is just straight up savage and will come for you if you touch their Peniel.

EXO- they try to remain professional, but it’s so mf hard with everybody coming at suho esp after his divorce with their dad. Will only go as far as roasting each other, but occasionally Kai will come for taemin if he hasn’t had his chicken yet.

VIXX- mama Hakyeon tries to keep everyone in check but tbh it’s hard when everyone is split into 2 pairs and wreaking havoc on everyone in sight. Won’t roast you, but they’ll roast your outfit n be shady behind your back.

Topp Dogg- not even savage bruh, they’re just 9 confused kids who have no idea what’s going on. Occasionally will spill the tea on another member or their company, but they’re usually pretty chill.

Monsta X- if they’re roasting anyone, you probably won’t even be able to hear bc of all the screaming. The maknae sure knows how to call out the hyungs tho, otherwise he’s in his own lil world, daydreaming about jooheon.

Got7- I have no words for them tbh, but someone needs to lock up Jackson and Bambam asap STOP DABBING. aren’t even savage they’re just weird?? Confused??? Lost??  Idk, someone help them

LEAST~

sonnetscrewdriver  asked:

Am I right in thinking some Celtic peoples practiced something akin to tattooing? I'm sure I've read stuff by Roman historians about it, so obviously grain of salt and all that.

They did, yes. Most likely body painting rather than tattooing, but then, it might have been tattooed in.

The common misconception is that they used woad, which, unusually, isn’t actually Caesar’s fault for once. Instead, it’s the fucking English, of all people. In the 1600s there was obviously that big mad scramble to colonnise the “New World” i.e. cyfe everything not nailed down, and England wanted to justify why it should get the indigo plantations instead of the Spanish on Moral Grounds (OH MY GOD I KNOW). So, Queen Lizzie One went ‘Hey, my granddad was Slightly Welsh, and that’s Celtic, and they used woad and also did tattooing, maybe that’ll work.” And so, they put about that woad - a relative of indigo - was what her ancestors had used culturally, and therefore indgo was part of her heritage.

It was not true.

The Insular Celts did use woad, that much is true, but they used it as an antiseptic, mostly. While it is a relative of indigo, it doesn’t produce anything close to the dyes you get from that one; the colour is similar, but not remotely as strong, and even with the best mordants it washes easily out of cloth. It was a medicinal plant, basically. There’s a theory that they would bathe in the stuff before battle as part of a ritual, but that was probably because it you’ve basted yourself in Savlon before running at swords and other pointy things, you’re much less likely to die of secondary infection (or, as you might perceive it, it means the gods have lent you protection.) And, of course, woad is an astringent. If you tried tattooing in an astringent, the best you could ever really hope for was semi-permanent bruising.

But, there are accounts of Pretty Blue Patterns on the skin, so PREPARE FOR TEDIOUS HISTORICAL CITATIONS

So first up we’ve got our boy Caesar, of course. Exhibit A, taken from De Bellum Gallico:

Omnes vero se Britanni vitro inficiunt, quod caeruleum efficit colorem/All the British colour themselves with {glass}, which produces a blue colour.

More on that in a bit. Next, Exhibit B, Claudius Claudianus:

Venit et extremis legio praetenta Britannis, Quae Scotto dat frena truci ferronque notatas/[This legion], which curbs the savage Scot and studies designs marked in iron on the face of the dying Pict.

Again, I’ll come back to that. Exhibit C is this sexy motherfucker:

Lindow Man! The most complete bog body found in Britain. I shan’t go into the debate surrounding how he died. That’s a rant for another time. The important thing here is the copper found on his skin.

So, let’s kick off. Caesar there is doing some Classic Caesar Bullshit, look - the only time the man ever came to Britain was to briefly do a meet-and-greet with a single south-eastern tribe in, like, Kent, before fucking off back to Rome, but he always was very good at ascribing the actions of one person to an entire people because Caesar was a massive fucking tool; so yeah, grain-of-salt. But it’s probably fair to say he was giving a good overview of a common practice in the south-east of Britain, at least.

And what’s interesting is the word he used for the colouring substance, which I have here translated as ‘glass’; but the word was ‘vitro’. Vitro was a contemporary-to-Caesar Roman blue-green glass, ver’ ver pretty:

- and, crucially, the major additive to create that colour was, in fact, iron(II) oxide. Let’s revisit Exhibit B: Claudianus’ Picts, who ‘marked their faces with iron’. For ages, historians interpretted that very literally, and thought they were practising facial scarification; but there’s a whole host of reasons why that’s unlikely, not limited to the potential to kill yourself with sepsis when you live in an arse-frozen Scottish highland with no NHS.

What seems more likely, it seems to me (and others, this isn’t just my theory)… Is that the Picts, much like the Insular Celts, were of course highly skilled metal workers, and therefore produced a lot of useful compounds in their forges that they realised could be used for pigments. Because these people were incredible metal workers, as we know:

If you’re that good, you have an extensive and highly skilled cultural knowledge bank around the raw materials you’re using, you know? You know what iron and copper and tin can do, though admittedly, I don’t think they worked out that copper poisoning was a thing.

We’ve found Romano-British cosmetics, incidentally, that back this up. In 2004, they found a villa that contained a half-used pot of Romano-British foundation made of animal fat, starch and, crucially, tin oxide. When rubbed onto the skin it makes you pale while leaving a light, powdery texture. It also, unlike the lead-based continental equivalents, didn’t corrode the skin like wax under a fucking candle.

So, step in Lindow Man! Copper deposits were found on his skin, and although decomposition has meant it’s not possible to see them exactly, they did tests to see it the copper was in the places you’d expect painting vs places you wouldn’t, and the results certainly supported the theory. I believe other bog bodies have just about had visible blue swirls, too.

And, unlike woad, you can tattoo iron oxides into the skin without issue. Technically you can tattoo copper in, but Lindow Man was most likely painted. I’d say that was just as well, since tattooing copper would kill you - but Lindow Man died horribly and violently and got chucked in a bog for two millennia, so ultimately, I doubt it made much difference to him. Though, a bonus fact: he had excellent white teeth, perfectly manicured nails, and his hair and beard had been trimmed with scissors, giving us concrete evidence of hygiene practices and tools among the Celts.

To round off: it seems likely they did something, though whether it was painting or tattooing, we don’t really know. It was probably done with metal compounds, and certainly not with woad. Queen Lizzie One lost the indigo plantations to the Spanish anyway. Lindow Man’s life was fabulous if riddled with parasites, right up to the point it very abruptly wasn’t, somewhere in his 20s.

And the Celts made exquisite metal stuff.

Far from done

LOOK AT THAT. I’M BACK. WITH A FIC. THIS IS CRAP. AND SHORT. BUT MY MENTAL HEALTH. IS OUT OF CONTROL. BUT THIS IS SOMETHING. ENJOY.

Prompt:  Okay,,, but like,,, Dan and he’s being vvv overstimulated, and he’s just making little noises,,, and he like tries to close his legs,, but like, Phil just opens them back up, and is like “Danny,we’re far from done” and dan is just like,,, whimpering and just ahhh (by anon)        also idk i changed it a lil and added some like aftercare n shit bc i felt like it

This is smut with overstimulation but also there’s fluff at the end. It’s all consensual, bc u know what my biggest kink is? Consent. 

A/N: Hahaha I feel like shit bc I’m taking so long with my fics and I have about two that i’m working on atm but I just can’t seem to finish any bc i’m a failure yay.. please be patient, i’ll write more soon, but my mental health is acting up real bad. (oh look there’s no daddy kink here is this me?)

784 words, it’s short i know

Dan was currently laying on the bed, thoroughly fucked out and whimpering. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. It had started out like any other time, at the beginning just kissing a bit and then things took their course, but after they had both come down from their orgasms, Phil had just said one thing. “Remember. Safeword is red, got it?”. Dan had nodded before his hands were brought over his head and tied to the bedframe.

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