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Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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au where lance is a famous youtuber and blogger and keith is a minor one but a big fan of lance (and also has a even bigger crush on him) and decides to send him this message – minus the i love you – but not anonymously ofc and then keith regrets his whole life bc of a simple misspell

lance mentions that on his next video and keith decides to answer by saying “he can be silly sometimes, no offense, but i’d never send him a hate message” (really keith stop trying to pretend you’re not a fan of his goofiness)

lance takes full offense on that and they start going back and forth on their bantering both on youtuber and tumblr with silly little interactions like lance reblogging a picture of an alien holding a knife angrily and tagging it as #keith (he may or may not have done his research on what are keith’s interest. for no reason at all, not interested, nope.) and and keith doing a live outside and “oops, sorry lance” when almost stepping on poop and etc

but people would begin to catch on how keith’s voice softens whenever lance is mentioned and how lance’s eyes softens whenever keith is mentioned

keith, being a fan and all, knows for a fact that he and lance live in the same city, so he gathers courage and asks lance out. not entirely, what he does is tell lance they should do a video together someday, so he says they should meet up to talk about it and maybe eat something, which of course lance answers is “talking? eating? are you asking me out on a date?”

keith doesn’t answer right away because well shit he is asking him out on a date, subtly, but surely and he doesn’t know what to answer. lance, seeing his message visualized but not answered thinks he went too far and immediately says that jk but yeah let’s meet up

and so they do, and on that day lance takes a picture of them – keith looking slightly amused and looking at lance with quirked eyebrows, lance looking to the camera, bright smile and leaning into keith – and posts on Instagram with a single hashtag, #klance

and their video together? gayer than ever; lance is telling one of his crazy childhood stories and keith is just staring at him with a lazy smile and soft eyes, not even realising it but, of course, everyone else realized it, so the fans made lots of edits and shitposts like “i want someone to look at me the way keith looks at lance” and while keith is mortified for being called out like that, lance is sitting at home, slight blush on his face, “oh”

and it’d be so soft, everyone who have eyes would notice the growing affection between them just from their videos and pictures together, how closer they’d get each video and how more comfortable keith would be with lance so close to him in every picture, and the fans would make metas and analysis of that. they’d read everything, of course, but never together. they’d read it in their homes and never mention it to the other, too embarassed (but that wouldn’t stop them from reading a klance fanfic together, one that keith had to close because nope, no, absolutely not, i can’t do this anymore lance, blushing furiously and angrily

lance doesn’t have a moment when he realizes he likes keith, like it came out of nowhere, he knows they’ve passed the friend line long ago, it just happens naturally; they’re sitting on keith’s couch after a session of recording two videos, (one for lance’s channel, other for keith’s) and lance looks at him, his eyes are closed, he’s blissing out. lance sighs with a smile, “i really like you, y'know”, keith opens one of his eyes to look at lance, a knowing smile on his face, “yeah, me too” as they entrelace their fingers and keith cuddles up to lance, sighing happily. “now i know what that girl from starstruck: my boyfriend is a superstar feels” keith says, making lance almost die laughing

after some time together, they’d decide to move in together and make a channel together and being absolutely most diabetic and amazing couple ever, making videos singing love songs while drunk such as always by bon jovi or all about us by he is we – dancing too – and keith everyday thanks for misspelling that ask on tumblr

The Author Created All Of Mark’s Other Characters- Here’s How, and Why.

Originally posted by septicpotato

I saw a post vaguely suggesting this, and I am in love with it, so I did some digging and crafted this for you guys.

This is gonna be a long one, so buckle up. This is your only warning.

Mark has said that these people are separate from him- Dark, Wilford, Google, etc- they all inhabit a different body. This is something we’ve seen, too- Dark and Mark, as well as Wilford and Mark, have been observed in the same place at the same time. So why are all these entities drawn to Mark? Why do they all look like him?

Because only one, The Author, cares about him, and has created all these characters based around him. 

They all resemble him because The Author has been creating them to seek revenge on Mark, in essence. Mark is both his favorite and his most loathed character, which is why he won’t leave him alone. 

Let me explain. 

The basic description of The Author is simply that whatever he writes comes true. We know that he is omnipotent, but not omniscient- that is to say, he is the creator, but is not all-knowing. His characters can surprise him. This is because, in the beginning, he did not write his own creations from scratch. He simply plucked people from our world and wrote stories around them. That means they have some semblance of free will, which is why they can be uncooperative.

The evidence for this is in Danger In Fiction Chapter II.  A notebook is left on Ryan’s doorstep,with text that simply says:

Let your story begin.

Now, this could always mean that he simply wrote this little part into a story, like a meta-twist, but we know this isn’t the case. Why? Because when The Author is controlling something, we can hear his voice. So this is our real world that he’s editing. Okay, so that’s pretty obvious. But why is it important?

Because this all implies that The Author needs permission to be let in, but once he is, that permission cannot be revoked. However, it can be resisted.

Keep that in mind, because it’s going to be really important soon.

So, we know that The Author primarily likes to alter the lives of those that already exist in this universe. For a while, he enjoys the challenge it brings. He’s just messing around with lives that he considers inconsequential. 

The one who changed this for him was Mark.

Mark, a man who was down on his luck, who figured he had nothing left to lose, and opened the notebook that was left on his doorstep. 

Remember what The Author says to Ryan? “I’ve written many bestsellers. I’m sure you’ve read some.” He’s not talking about books. At this point, he still only uses people from the real world in his stories. He’s talking about lives, and Mark is his greatest and most successful “bestseller”. 

This is why Mark is his favorite character. He’s the one that received the most attention.

Mark is, at the same time, his most loathed character, because he did not give credit where credit was due.

Mark’s original success was entirely because of The Author, and he never once acknowledged it. Instead, he made himself believe that the success was because of himself and the audience that watched- deluded himself into thinking the original audience was there because they liked him, and not the “him” that The Author had carefully refined. The more he allowed himself to believe this, the more he pushed away The Author. The voice that narrated his life became fainter and fainter, until it was almost nonexistent.

But you can’t get rid of him. You can only resist him for so long.

He hid in the shadows, bitterly trying to find a new project, until Mark started doing something that set The Author off, made him so furious that he vowed to ruin the life of his once-loved creation.

Mark started to make sketch videos. He started to create characters of his own. To The Author, this was like spitting directly in his eye. He made immature characters and jokes that made bile rise in The Author’s throat. I could do so much better, he would think. You don’t know what you’re doing. This is all wrong. I could do this so much better. The final nail in the coffin is when he made a video where he played The Author himself- a bastardized version, a childish one, where Mark took every truth he knew about The Author and then mixed them with immature jokes- and he ended the skit with The Author having been shot and humiliated. 

This man thinks he knows how to create? After defying the Creator himself? He really thinks it’s safe to play God right now? Does he even know what he’s getting himself into? Does he know what it feels like when your characters

d i s o b e y    y o u?

Let’s find out.

The Author was not going to rest until he made every single one of Mark’s characters real, and made them ruin him.

He started in a place that Mark wouldn’t expect. He started with a character that had no real name, no basis except for a few silly edits that were supposed to be “spooky”. He started with a character that he could project all of his anger and hatred for Mark onto. He started with a nightmare.

Remember this?

By giving Dark a name, we finally gave the Author the last piece that he needed to write. 

Because we gave him a name, we made him real.

He knows who wrote him into existence, and he knows that the community is the reason The Author could finally create him. So he knows who we are.

Why did we do this?

Darkiplier is the strongest character. He is the one who haunted Mark in secret for years, plaguing his dreams while The Author played around with other characters in the light.

 He let Warfstache stab Mark to death at one point, but immediately brought him back to life, because he doesn’t want Mark dead. That would be too easy, and would ensure he never gets the credit for his work. No, he wants to ruin him instead. Show him what it’s like when your characters stab you in the back. He wants revenge.

This is why Dark is the most pervasive and insistent of them all. He’s the one who is always there, on and off camera, making sure Mark never has a peaceful night’s sleep.

In A Date With Markiplier, it’s obvious that Dark wants our affection, our attention, to be revered above Mark specifically. People have been struggling to figure out what his motivation could possibly be. 

 Dark is The Author’s self-insert character, and his hatred for Mark and desire for our attention stems from The Author’s burning desire for credit, for us to see that the work was his all along and to love him instead.

How can we know this? Well, let’s take a look.

The Author needs permission to be let in.

Originally posted by markfangirl

“You just have to let me in. It’s as simple as that.”

Once he has permission, it cannot be revoked. It can, however, be resisted, which is what Mark has been doing for years- constantly shutting him out.

Originally posted by http-darkiplier-403forbidden

Before Mark, The Author enjoyed the challenge that writing pre-existing people brought. He liked that they could keep him on his toes. But after Mark, after his blatant disrespect, he became violent and unstable when people refused to listen to him. He has lost all patience.

Originally posted by lemonlimeliv

“I am tired of giving people a choice.”

“Why do we need to choose in life?” 

The Author wants the attention of the audience that he believes truly belongs to him, and he’ll use his ability to make that happen, whether through affection or intimidation.

Originally posted by treblegirl

“I can take you anywhere you’d like to go. I can especially take you to places you don’t want to go.”

If things go the way he wants them to, what happens?

You humiliate Mark like he humiliated The Author in his skit- you shoot him and walk away. 

You can explore all the possibilities, of course- this is one of The Author’s greatest works. He created so many different branching paths, and he’s thrilled to have someone see them all. Or, as Dark said,

“It’s exciting, knowing that there are endless possibilities waiting for us.”

But heaven help you if you decide that you want to leave. He will trap you in a loop until you understand what he wants you to understand, and every time you try to escape, he- or, Darkiplier, the representation of him- will throw you right back in. “You are never going to escape,” he tells us.

Originally posted by septicpotato

Don’t you understand how much work I put into this? You don’t even know the truth yet, who these characters are, what they represent, who made them. Are you saying you don’t care? You don’t want to recognize me, either?

Well, that’s a problem. See, you let your story begin the second you started our little adventure here, and that’s not the answer I’m looking for. 

T r y   a g a i n?

And yet, after all this, we still fail to recognize The Author. No matter how many times he brings back characters- making them darker, more serious, “more than HE ever gave you”- the credit goes to Mark, time and time again.

He is getting very, very frustrated with us for not recognizing the work he’s done. 

“You’d think,” he hisses in Mark’s dreams, “that after all of this, no matter how much you deny it, they’d finally get it through their skulls. Your lies are inconsistent. Your explanations are weak. Your infantile jokes can only hide so much. If they were half as smart as you think they are, they would understand. They would know by now that something is wrong.”

“I’m not sure they don’t,” Mark admits reluctantly.

“I am.” Dark says. It is a vessel that The Author likes to make his point through, even in nightmares. Especially in nightmares.


“Because I asked them.”

Originally posted by lum1natrix

“Nobody does.”

Hey guys! I promised a tutorial so here’s a little one.

I’m just going to explain overall what I did and not go into anything too detailed. Feel free to throw me a question if something is left too unclear!

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My wings are articulated and they’re not attached to my hands in any ways (Though I’m planning to change that by adding a string connected to my hand because my original way of pulling them up didn’t work, they’re too heavy with the feathers).

Here are some pictures of the base:

The idea of articulated wings is that the whole structure moves when you lift/move one part.

As you can see from the picture there are 3 longer and 2 shorter pieces. They’re made out of plywood but I’ve heard that balsa wood is a better option.

There are a total of 7 (14) joints at the points where the pieces of wood overlap. Each wing is attached to the back with a hinge so that I can fold them behind me (Useful in crowds and when walking through doors).

Then there are the feathers, aka the reason I never want to touch scissors again

I used 7m (23 feet) of white felt. I soaked the whole amount of fabric (in pieces) in a mixture made out of glue and water to harden them. It takes at least one or two days for them to dry completely. I forgot to flip some of them around at least once so they got stuck on the floor, dont do that. Cover your floors! I used some big trash bags I found lying around.

I also glued some sticks to the longest feathers after cutting them out to give them more support and to make them look more feathery–like. I made probably 400–500 feathers. I recommend getting your friends to help cutting them if you don’t want to lose your mind :’D

Getting the feathers attached was a tricky part. You can’t just glue them to the base or they’ll be sticking into odd directions when opening/closing the wings.

They need to move around freely so basically I just sticked a loop of wire to each feather. Then I put another piece of wire through it and secured it into place by twisting the two ends together. After that I glued the thing to the frames.

So beautiful! But hey, they aren’t supposed to show. Hot glue is gonna be your best friend at this point.

The biggest feathers are all attached to one big ”ring” made out of thicker wire. Big mess and the backside of the wings.

The feathers are in 3 layers, each layer overlapping the previous feathers:

The primaries and secondaries (1st layer) are painted from both front- and backside. The 2nd and 3rd layers cover the framework so you’re gonna need a lot of feathers over them. Note that wings don’t look the same from both sides!

I used the same technique for attaching the 2nd layer as for the 1st (wire-thingy) but I glued 3 feathers into each other to save time.

The 3rd layer is just glued to the top because will face the right way even if you do so.

When I had attached the feathers they were just hanging straight down (gotta love gravity). I had to do something to get them to lift up when I open the wings so I sewed them together. There goes a thread in the middle of each feather giving the wings also a maximum opening point (which is pretty big). I made some knots that the thread doesn’t slip away.

You won’t be able to do anything with these if you can’t get them on. I made a harness that you put on like a backbag through a hole in the shirt.

And woop, there it is! A pair of hella big articulated wings.

A picture of them closed

…aaand open.


Some notes!

– This is kind of obvious but making wings like this is expensive and time consuming. I used probably around 100€ for the materials and the hours I’ve spent on this project are also close to a hundred (2 weeks of working from 10AM to 8PM or more, ugh)

– If you decide to do something like this please be careful not to strain yourself too much! I was crouching on the floor for many days in a row and my back and knees hurt like hell in the evenings. Also my right hand still hurts from bending all the wire although it’s been a week already.

– You’re gonna need space. No, not a small corner with a little table, I mean a huge amount of space. For the most of the time you need to work with the wings open (on a floor unless you have an enormous table), and mine are twice the size of me! tho I’m a 16–year–old short girl The wingspan is around 4+ meters, so, yeah. Of course you could always make smaller ones which I really do recommend.

– Surprise, this is also really messy! Especially the feathers make a big mess and you’re gonna get little pieces of felt stuck everywhere.

– This requires some sort of knowledge of using different tools. And skill. Feel free to challenge yourself but this isn’t the easiest sort of thing to do. It was hard even for me although I’ve made a pair of (still) wings before.

– These were surprisingly easy to wear around the convention even though the place was small. They are pretty heavy but not too much to not be able to wear them for 2 days straight.

– I bet that there are a lot better ways to do some parts and I’m fixing them & updating this tutorial when I can figure out better alternatives. (Also if you can think of something before me, send me a message!)

I hope that this was at least somewhat useful although it’s not really detailed. If you do make something inspired by this I’d love to see the results. Also it would be great to put a link to this so that other people can also get help making a pair uvu

Edit: Check out also my “davesprite cosplay” tag at my blog for more information!

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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anonymous asked:

hey do you have any fics like tif? love u

hi anon !!! sorry this literally took me a week i’ve been super busy but anyways, here are some fics that are similar to TIF in the sense that some of them follow the formula of TIF as in the whole miscommunication, pining, not admitting their feelings, someone leaves etc, and some are fwb fics, and some both. obviously TIF is rly unique so these aren’t gonna be exactly similar, so these are some fics that in some way remind me of TIF but anyways, hope u enjoy !!!

Fics like TIF 

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don’t hum Bolero.

Into The Blue by zarah5

AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

Fall At My Door by @fullonlarrie

A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.

And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

A Little Love (is better than none) by @horsegirlharry

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

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Kylux Fic Rec List! (Part 3/?) XL Edition!

I meant to do this like…4 months ago. I’m awful. Sorry. Here’s a bunch of things I loved reading. As always, mind the tags.

A Lover’s Token | @vadianna
Rated: E / 6200 words
Kylo gets off on physical evidence of his trysts with Hux. So he gets Hux to regularly rub him off through his leggings. He doesn’t wash them. More or less.

Pretty Little Thing | @kyluxicle
Rated: E / 8500 words
Being a General is stressful, and when the stress becomes too much Hux goes to Kylo Ren to decompress. Sometimes decompressing means being dressed up and fucked like a whore.

The Mountebank | @kdazrael
Rated: E / 15200 words
For the Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: ‘Broke student Kylo answers a call for medical research subjects that he finds online- $150 per visit. It takes several trips to Dr Hux’s office and an inordinate number of things up his ass before he realises it might not have been a genuine advert.’

My Skin Is Theirs | @claricechiarasorcha
Rated: E / 10800 words
Apparently, Lieutenant Mitaka has quite the collection of saucy softcore Cadet Hux pictures. Apparently, Kylo Ren thinks this is entirely inappropriate in men of their standing. Apparently, General Hux has an idea.

Delineation | @vadianna
Rated: E / 7000 words
Kylo is always astonished by his visits to the specialty club in Hutt Space, even after so many trips. This time, Hux runs into an old kitonak acquaintance.Or: They have sex with an anonymous alien as a third partner.

The Immaterial Stardust of His Being | @saltandlimes
Rated: E / 5200 words
After a Resistance attack, Finalizer’s main reactor is only hours from total collapse. Hux tries to hold his ship and crew together, while planetside, miles below him, Kylo Ren races the clock to bring back parts for the reactor and save them.

Nudge | @obsessions-and-dreams
Rated: T / 2050 words
Ren would nuzzle softly against Hux’s throat or jaw or cheek and every time, without fail, Hux smiled or laughed. For some reason Ren liked that, and so he kept doing it. And Hux kept letting him.

The Walkout Bout | @nerdherderette
Rated: M / 3300 words
“No, don’t want that shit.” Ben doesn’t want it, or need it. His years of training and a lifetime of name calling have taught him to deal with pain, especially when it came to matters regarding his face. He lays back as Hux begins cleaning the wound, the sting of the antiseptic replaced by the prick of the surgical needle entering his skin.He breathes, feeling the pull of the fast gut drawing the ragged edges of flesh closed as Hux’s fingers flew. It never fails to surprise him that Hux would choose to slum away several days a week fixing up amateur boxers in a fight factory. It’s nearly as surprising as the idea that someone as beautiful and talented as Hux could be interested in someone like Ben.

New Soul, Strange World | @hollyhark
Rated: T / 4900 words
Ren senses Hux in extreme distress and rushes to his aid, thereby discovering that Hux has a phobia of basic medical procedures due to childhood trauma. Ren deals with it, reluctantly but in a way that would make his mother proud (which he resents).

Fools of Us Both | @theearlgreyalpha
Rated: E / 3750 words
Somehow, Kylo had convinced them both that he was far more experienced than he was. His infatuation with Hux proved to be his downfall, running his mouth to boast about a sexual prowess he simply didn’t have, and when the time came to prove it…he failed. Miserably.

Friends With Renefits | @moonwalkingcrab
Rated: E / 37400
The Rules:
1. Just sex, no feelings
2. The arrangement lasts as long as is beneficial
3. Either party can choose to end the arrangement, no questions asked
4. No kissing

All The Way To Your Door | @kyluxtrashcompactor
Rated: E / 44550 words
Six months ago, Hux lied to his father. He said the man in the picture he pulled up on his phone was his fiancé. Hux never anticipated telling his roommate, Ben, that he had been cast as Hux’s lover, but when Hux’s father dies unexpectedly, he is forced to tell Ben the truth, and ask him to play the role at Brendol Hux’s wake.

strange phenomenon | @brawlite & @kyluxtrashcompactor
Rated: E / 65750 words
Kylo Ren is haunted by recent tragedy. He answers an ad posted by one Armitage Hux for a roommate, and he thinks a fresh start will help him begin to heal. He brings next to nothing with him from the past when he moves in.Or so he thinks.

Uniform Code be Damned | @pangolinpirate
Rated: E / 3700 words
How long had it been since he’d been touched this way? The bitter answer that floated to his mind was ‘too long.’ Hux sighed and leaned into the knight’s touch, stretching his neck toward Ren’s lips and capturing them with his own.

Accidentally on Purpose | @onewhositswithturtles
Rated: E / 3800 words
Kylo has been harboring feelings for his uptight boss, Hux, over the last year but said nothing for fear of getting fired. Unfortunately one night Kylo’s friends get him drunk and Kylo decides Hux should see what he’s missing, and texts Hux a dick pic. The next morning when Hux tells Kylo to come to his office after work, Kylo has no idea what to expect.

Noise Resolution | @gefionne
Rated: E / 5450 words
Hux’s neighbor Kylo Ren is infamous for having loud sex with a new guy every couple of days. When Hux gets fed up and files a noise complaint, an enraged Kylo confronts Hux about the report. Hux tries to protest at first but soon ends up in bed with Kylo, screaming just as loud as the boys previously.

Leverage | ballvvasher
Rated: E / 6250 words
Written for Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: “Hux, tense one evening, coms for a massage droid but accidentally sends it to Kylo instead.”

Pleated Skirts and Perverts | @maps-to-nowhere
Rated: E / 1000 words
Ren has a talented mouth, and Hux appreciates it maybe too much.

Incense and Cinnamon | @mothdustmouth
Rated: E / 49000 words
Kylo fights with a broadsword at ren faires after becoming disfigured as a teenager. He’s able to hide his face and stay in his comfort zone until a troupe of actors, along with one very slender Armitage Hux, start to preform at the same festival. or: Kylo is a knight and Hux is an elf.

Mr. June | @nerdherderette
Rated: E / 4300
A simple loincloth barely covers the outline of his mouth-watering length, his stomach ripples with muscles Hux never knew even existed, and his chest and biceps are deliciously thick.  His hands are enormous and strong—meat hooks that look like they could span Hux’s waist.  A simple gold collar encircles the man’s neck, connected to a thin, gold chain. In short, Mr. June looks like someone who had stepped out of a holoporn, and into Hux’s wet dream.

It Wasn’t Just A Dream


Here is the long awaited SPIRIT GUIDE! AU.

Btw, If you have any questions about it afterwards feel free to drop by my ask and we’ll talk about it!

It’s in Thomas POV since it’s just an introduction. 

@what-even-is-thiss seemed interested, so I’m tagging him! 

As well as my buddy @bonnybee and my love @treblegirl 

Other people that wan’t to be tagged with be at the end of all of this! (Since there were so many omg)

Word Count: 3,120

Summary: He knew it wasn’t just a dream. He just didn’t know how to explain it.

Warnings: None! Only bad dreams.

Pairings: None! (Yet? Not sure. Probably not)

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Here With You.

Word Count: 673.
Summary: Wary of his feelings for you after what happened with his past relationship, you offer Spencer some reassurance.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’ve been writing for several years now, and I’ve just recently been getting back into which I’m really excited about. This is my first time doing a one shot like this and writing for Spencer. He’s definitely helped me w/ my writer’s block.


Over the course of your several month long relationship, you and Spencer had become very close, but as of late things have been different. He had been distant to say the least and it had come out of nowhere. This was Spencer though; there had to be something profound causing his uncharacteristic behavior.

You had felt Spencer pushing you away more and more over that past couple weeks, and it was beginning to take a toll on you. Your mind kept reeling, going through every little thing that could’ve possibly caused a rift between you, only making you more anxious in the process. You knew you had to talk with him on the matter, but were terrified of discovering the answer. Why were the worst case scenarios always the easiest conclusions to come to?

“Can we talk?” you asked solemnly upon Spencer answering your knock at his apartment door.

With an expression hard to decipher, Spencer wordlessly stepped aside to let you in. He was painfully aware of what the content of the conversation would be.

“Spence,” you began slowly, “is something wrong…with us?”

He averted his gaze from you at the question, turning his attention to the floor rather than facing your pained expression. A silence engulfed the room for an eternity that passed in only mere seconds.

“Spencer you can’t shut me out,” you plead, following his quiet demeanor. “We’re in this together, don’t push me away like this. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked at you now, distress evident in his hazel eyes. The change in his behavior wasn’t meant to hurt you; your bruised feelings were an unintentional casualty of his poor decision, something he regretted deeply. Spencer knew he owed you a well overdue explanation, but even with all the facts and statistics filed away in his brain he was at a loss for a words. A rarity for him in all honesty.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered. “I just- I was just afraid. I know shutting you out wasn’t the right thing to do, but the last time I let someone in like this, the last time I fell…”

Spencer’s gaze returned to the ground as his stumbled explanation halted. The realization of what he had almost rambled out froze him in place; neither of you had used the “L word” yet. Though the two of you had been dating for a while now, he was still unsure if you felt the same way and he was nervous about finding out.

Instead of addressing Spencer’s almost declaration of love you decided it was best to first quell his fears, even when your heart was hung up on his cut off sentiment. He needed to know exactly how you felt for him.

“Spencer,” you started, gingerly pressing a hand to his cheek. “I’m here, and as long as I have a say about it I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” Taking a breath, as if doing so would help you scrounge up more courage, you continued, “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

His glossy eyes returned to meet your own before enveloping you in a hug. Warm tear drops spilled on your shoulder as he rested his head against your neck, soaking in your embrace and your words. A quiet hum escaped Spencer’s lips from the relief of the situation.

“I love you too,” he said softly, pulling back from you now, shifting to gently hold your face in his hands. A smiled played on his mouth as contentment washed over him like a wave. “I love you, so much.”

“Good, otherwise this would’ve been pretty awkward,” you said, laughter in your tone, but your eyes were wet with their own unshed tears.

“You? Never,” he grinned, one so wide it illuminated his entire face.

With the air now clear and you both at ease, he kissed you. Soft and slow, your lips moving together to their own rhythm. In this moment, here with you, it was one of the rare occasions Spencer felt everything was going to be okay.


Tagging: @niqhtswings @curlyreid @reidoneshots @batarang-s @fluffy-marshmallow-nerd

There is a very, very long literary criticism post sitting on my dash right now about the failings? shortcomings? of The Force Awakens as a part of the Star Wars universe because it lacks the mythic quality of the originals. I realize this is an extremely superficial rendering of the post’s actual, lengthy analysis and argumentation, but that’s not what I’m here for.

What I am here for is to take up two bits from that very interesting post AS THEY RELATE TO ME, A FAN OF COLOR, PERSONALLY. 

The first is the assertion that:

“While The Force Awakens has its merits, they are few indeed, and the only one that deserves listing is the diverse casting.”

The second:  

Rogue One, on the other hand, does not fall victim to this. It does not claim to be a part of the Saga. It exists without intentionally altering facts crucial to the plot of the myth. It exists as a supportive side note only. The writers of R1 did not fall victim to the same hubris that haunts Abrams and Disney. R1 knows exactly what it is. It’s C-canon. Continuity to be utilized or ignored at whim, or as needed.”

To be perfectly honest, I spend a *lot* of time thinking about representation in the media; I don’t write about it very often because other people have done it already, and in far more eloquent ways than I can. But it’s an incredibly important part of how I think about my work as both a fan and a (temporary) academic. And it’s something that means a LOT more to me as a fan of color than just one line in a very, very, very long piece about why some people disliked TFA

Like the post’s original author, I too consumed a significant quantity of Star Wars material after watching the movies. From where I sit on my living room floor I can see my collection of EU novels–it’s not sizeable, but they are well-worn and loved. I played KOTOR and KOTOR II and cried over both. But unlike George Lucas, I never differentiated between the levels of canon; yes, I did take up particular aspects to be my own headcanons and resisted incorporating others, but for me, the most important thing about the EU novels and the games was being able to continue engaging with the Star Wars universe. 

Not the mythology that closed me out.

I love the originals. I have no idea how many times I’ve seen them, because aside from having them on VHS, I watched them every time they were on SPIKE TV in the early 2000s. I still plan to cosplay Cloud City Leia when I have time to make things again. They are a hugely important part of my identity (oh god why did I decide to go into an education phd when I should’ve done media studies, fml). 


I have never cried harder at a movie than during either TFA or Rogue One. (It was worse during Rogue One.) 

So many better authors than I, again, have spoken/written about how amazing it was for them to see themselves onscreen in a Star Wars movie for the first time. For Rey to be the central heroine of the new saga. So much of the press around Rogue One in particular is about the diversity of the cast. The cast members themselves shared anecdotes about being a part of something that reflects how global the stories of Star Wars really are (Diego Luna’s accent, for the most prominent example). 

For me, the diversity of TFA’s cast (and, obviously, Rogue One) is not just one line of praise. It is not, as Riz says, “an added extra.” It is everything. It’s about saying THERE ARE PILOTS AND MECHANICS AND GUNNERS WHO LOOK LIKE ME. THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO MATTER IN THIS HUGE AMAZING STORY THAT LOTS AND LOTS OF PEOPLE LOVE. It is about opening up the whole GFFA in which the mythic Skywalker saga exists. The universe–the world-building, I’m not entirely sure what to call it here–is so much more to me than the central story of Luke, and Anakin. And that, too, is something the actors themselves have spoken about, that you really feel like you’re part of a lived-in world. 

(Shit, I’m getting off-track; there’s a whole other post about context that I dont’ have time to think about rn, I’m actually supposed to be getting ready for class. Suffice to say that the Saga doesn’t exist in a vacuum, nor do I think it should!)

Relegating Rogue One to “C-Canon,” to me, denies the significance of opening up the GFFA’s universe to be more inclusive. (Again, other authors have done quite a lot with the notion that the most diverse Star Wars film to date also…kills them all off, canonically supporting the white leads’ efforts.) It says that yes, you can come play in this universe so long as you don’t think you’re an important part of it. 

Rogue One made a billion dollars. I don’t think most people saw it–and its story of sacrifice and hope–as something to be ignored. 

So. TL;DR: I don’t take up Star Wars as just the central myth of Luke and Anakin, because it’s part of a much larger universe, a universe which is finally opening up to include more of the people who love it. The diversity and inclusion of the new movies is incredibly important to me, perhaps even moreso than the originals (which, again, I love). I mean–okay, sorry, this is getting into TL;DR territory in and of itself–I have loved Star Wars since I was twelve years old, I’ve always loved Luke in particular, and it’s only now, with these two new movies, that I’ve fallen this fucking hard headfirst into the fandom and show absolutely no signs of being able to climb out again. 

Look. I don’t mean this as a repudiation of the original post and its opinions; this is kind of the definition of YMMV, I think. But those two parts, and my own experiences with fandom and inclusion–this all kind of had to come rushing out. 

anonymous asked:

Ahh I really like your blog >_< could I request chobobros with an idol s/o? Like one who has a cutsy song and fashion style like love live or even idolm@ster for example?

A/N: Idols are my jam! I’m still waiting for the Utapri one to come out lmao. I went a little broader and decided to cover the other aspects of being an idol

Chocobros with a Idol!S/O:


  • Doesn’t really let it bother him, as he’s always been the center of attention, what with being the King’s son and all
  • But he’s always supportive of their S/O to the point where he visits them at every concert with roses in hand.
  • He’s become a common sight backstage to the point where the other singers and dancers are comfortable talking to him like they’re all friends
  • ‘Oh hey Noct, Y/N’s just about done grilling us, give her a sec.’ ‘You want anything? Water, Ebony, toast?’ ‘Yo Prince, we have some new costumes in, wanna see?’
  • He thinks his S/O looks great in everything but trust me when I say the Punk Rock outfits make his jaw drop a bit
  • S/O probably wrote a bunch of pop songs about him and sings them often during her concerts wearing the punk rock outfits that are actually vaguely his old clothes but modded
  • One time he ended up forced onto the stage by the crew and they played out this whole impromptu scene where his S/O is so shocked about the Prince being a fan of hers and gives him a kiss in front of the audience.
  • Needless to say, the rumor mill starts speeding at the speed of sound
  • Totally into rock and punk music


  • He probably was your fan before he even knew that you doubled as an idol (*insert hannah montana jokes here*)
  • He’s super excited when he finds out
  • He helps you with ideas for themes for the costumes and songs, always complimenting you on everything you wear
  • But be warned: never show him a June bride themed outfit
  • This chocoboy will cry because omg you look so beautiful i cant wait until we get married for real i MEAN UH YOU LOOK GREAT BABE
  • Dorky boy would help with training to build stamina and stuff, he’d offer to take you jogging with him in the morning
  • Has a thing for the June bride outfit and also the super cute animal themed one, especially if its a chocobo-themed one (something *kinda* like what Chocolina wears) or a dog theme
  • I expect a lot of love ballads written about him, will totally help you practice anything with super upbeat music too


  • Doesn’t mind. He’s not one to really follow celebrities too much.
  • He’s still just as supportive as the others
  • Often ends up being dragged into seeing his S/O model her costumes (not that he complains, especially if they’re feeling frisky *shot*)
  • Being the King’s Shield, he wont have too much time to see the concerts but he’ll go as much as he can
  • He’s really into the fast-paced pop songs that you can work out to.
  • Really into helping you get that stamina training up. He’s not too great at the musical part because he cant hit any of the high notes past maybe a high d (which is still kinda deep thanks to his voice)
  • Huge supporter of any animal themed outfits, also anything that shows off a lot of skin.
  • Don’t ever mention a cup noodle one. Ever.
  • Totally into Rock and Roll, but also enjoys it when you sing quiet stuff that’s easy to read to.


  • Knew from the start. He had to, its his job
  • Is super helpful with costumes and singing lessons, often helping you put more extravagant touches than you thought would be needed but then you realize ‘holy shit i DID need that lace border on the bodice Ignis you’re a genius’
  • Not to mention he’s pretty strict about training sessions
  • He knows how to maintain his composure throughout training and when handling the media.
  • He’s always doing his best to see most of your concerts, with him bringing you flowers for after to congratulate you on a job well done
  • His favorite costume? He likes the june bride theme but he’s also quite taken to any elegant styles, like the ones that end in trains for the skirts
  • He’s all about those power ballads and likes listening to any instrumentals of your music.

- Mod Tissa

Lord Buttface the 3rd.

For Shadowhunters AU Mondays! (warning: this is awful rip)

Pairing: Malec.

It’s a Monday like any other, just that it’s quite hot outside which means what any barista fears when your coffee shop is not doing as well as you expected: less customers. And it also meant that Isabelle was going to bail on him to go out with her ginger girlfriend what’s-her-name.

Alec rested his chin on his palm and looked around the room at the three lonely customers that sat with their coffee minding their own business. The shop was usually more crowded on colder days or special holidays, as it attracted the clients for its aesthetically pleasing atmosphere. Both Alec and Izzy decided on the furniture and the environment together, applying old looking stuff and books here and there.

He never thought he would end up as a barista or let alone his own coffee shop but things happened, and here they were months after the opening, struggling to pay the bills at times but enjoying the process somehow.

And just when the images from the opening came to him, the front door opened and the bell hanging from the top of the threshold jingled with the promise of a new customer -or his sister looking for something she left.

But no. It was him. Beautiful, well-dressed and with biceps that could kill, the only regular customer whose name he still didn’t know.

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anonymous asked:

sometimes i think about what could have made me like sc*tt. like. s1&s2 sc*tt definitely had his faults- esp. wrt his treatment of derek- but i think he definitely could have developed as a person from there and had a rly interesting character arc? like real personal growth and shit. it gets harder after master plan. is there a way that episode could have gone down the way it did and still made him a likable character after that? is there any apology he could give that would suffice?

cont. - like im not sure of the answer, but id love to see someone manage it. i don’t know if ive ever come across a fic that manages to redeem him from that moment while still acknowledging it. most fics either dont forgive him for it or they just sort of ignore it. for me tho, i think the real breaking point for sc*tt is the true alpha storyline. after that i don’t think there was anything they could have done for him to make him an interesting or likeable character. that storyline ruined it.

I think one of the biggest places where people take issue with Scott –– and this doesn’t mean they hate him or he’s a horrible human being (although some people feel that way too, and are entitled to it), but where many people see Scott falling short as a character is in that the show seems to have decided that “main character” or “hero” should mean perfect, and that’s just… that’s not good for character development, for plot building, or honestly, for a character’s likability.

Characters need to grow to be engaging. And people grow by making mistakes, learning from them, and moving forward. Scott’s mistakes, his flaws as a human being (and yes, he has flaws, everyone does, that’s not character assassination, that’s just fact) are really never addressed. He isn’t made to apologize for the things he does wrong (and why should he, honestly, since no one around him recognizes his problematic behaviors and calls him out on them) or face any apparent payment for them. This compared to the rest of the characters in the series, who are called out on their mistakes –– either by other characters or by consequences in canon. I always use Derek as a comparison, because there are a lot of straightforward parallels, such as the key moments with Isaac. Derek throws a glass at Isaac to get him to leave the loft. We know that’s an absolutely shitty thing to do, it reads immediately on both Isaac and Derek’s faces, and as consequence Derek loses Isaac as a pack member. That’s some hardcore, immediate reaction showing people in the scene and in the audience that This Was Not An Ok Thing To Do. The fact that Derek knew it wasn’t ok as he was doing it, and that he did it on purpose to get Isaac to leave for his own safety, does not make the behavior alright, and Derek acknowledges and pays for that behavior in the permanent loss of Isaac as a housemate and pack member.

When Scott, a short time later, throws Isaac into a wall in a moment of jealousy, it should, on the surface, seem to strike a fairly close parallel. We have Isaac’s Alpha, someone in a position of power over him, physically lashing out at him in some way. But in this instance, neither Scott nor Isaac react much to it, Isaac continues to go on living in Scott’s house and remaining a member of his pack, and there is just… no real follow up to that moment. And while I understand how that can lead some viewers to dismiss the moments as not being parallel (Isaac wasn’t upset there, so clearly Scott’s behavior is acceptable), what I and many viewers are instead left with is the message that Derek lashing out is unexpected and unacceptable, Scott lashing out is expected and acceptable, and that makes him… more heroic?

In season five I believe there finally was a moment between Stiles and Scott where Scott seemed to be being called out on his behavior, but even that came off as very “I’m flawed and you can’t understand that because you’re perfect,” which is… it’s how Scott sees himself, and it’s how the writers seem to see him, but A) that fails to acknowledge the ways in which he is flawed –– meaning that he can’t learn from and improve upon those flaws –– and B) makes for an incredibly un-engaging character. How can we identify with perfection? How can we root for perfection? And how can we fully get on board with someone we are told is perfect, when we can look at them and point out a dozen instances where they weren’t?

This is my major issue with Scott’s character. That we are told he is perfect when we see he isn’t, that he has a double standard of being excused from all of his bad behaviors when the characters around him aren’t, and I do think this connects very much to the True Alpha problem (I got another ask about my thoughts on that so I’ll answer that in more detail separately), because it’s just another level of saying “Scott is a better man, werewolf, and person in general than everyone else.”

Ok, now after all of that, how do I think Scott could have been improved and made more likable for many critical viewers? To be honest, for me it would have been really simple. Include moments where he apologizes for things. That’s… really, honestly, all I would have needed. Because like I said, I’m not looking for perfect characters. Scott acknowledging that he screwed up now and again would make me ecstatic because it would mean that he’s learning and growing and is trying to become better, and that makes for an amazing character arc in any show. If Scott had done the exact same thing in “Master Plan,” except when Derek asked why Scott didn’t tell him Scott had said “I’m sorry… I was afraid if I told anyone then Gerard would find out my plan. And I couldn’t risk that, my mom was in danger” then bam. I would have had a complete turnaround on my attitude toward him in that moment. He would have been humanized, we would have seen that he was in a tough situation, and he would have become more sympathetic by sympathizing with the shitty thing he’d done to Derek. Honestly, that simple.

anonymous asked:

I'm so worried about Johnny Depp, his name is literally getting dragged backwards through the mud and there doesn't seem to be any let up. He's getting attacked and slandered everywhere I look and it's so sad to see. I thought the whole Amber Heard thing would blow over as he was never charged with anything and the case was dropped but a lot of people have still decided that he's guilty.

I am heartbroken with the whole situation dear but there here are some things that can help you put things in perspective

  • Johnny is more important than what some people think of him
  • Your love for Johnny is more important than what some people think of him

Johnny, his family, his friends, his entourage and his fans are all that matters. As long as they are ok everything is fine. Johnny is a world famous icon, and the more famous you are the more people want to drag you down because it gains them money (=selling stuff to the press and such) and attention. They misuse him for their own gain. People who hate johnny will now hate him more and those who love him will love him even more. Fanastic Beasts was a massive succes, so is POTC 5, he won the people’s choice icon award and to every event that he goes to there are countless fans who want to meet and hug and thank him. There are countless accounts and websites dedicated to Johnny with each day hundreds of post (= tiny love letters to Johnny). 

Only the people who hate Johnny claim they believe everything tmg and a*ber say, only they blame him for his trump joke. As for the A*ber thing: the case is dropped with prejudice (because he was innocent and had massive prove of that), he can’t get into a legal situation for that again (= the more important than what some people think of him) 

This past year i have cried so many tears, lost so many hours of sleep and worried so so fucking much, but i also had the most beautiful experiences i ever had being a Depphead. I saw my hero go through all of this with such dignity, beauty and strenght. i saw him become stronger, braver, happier and more succesful. I saw this beautiful fandom of which we are part of unite, love, support, stand up and care for Johnny, his loved ones and other fans. Never have i seen such support, all the posts, the tags, sending Johnny gifts, comforting other deppheads who were having a ruff time. Depphead are family we always said and we’ve proven it to be true a million times.

In conclusion angel, this whole situation is disgusting, outrages and horrible and i would do antyhing to make it go away. But the love, strenght and support are stronger and will win. Remember Johnny’s birthday? He and we all had so much fun! those moments will come again. every now and again we stumble but we will never ever fall. He will always be there for us and we will always be there for him, and that’s all that matters. all my love to you sweetie. (Sorry if there are any typos in this)

And remember: #youcantkeepagoodmandown

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sakuraharuno156  asked:

Hi, can you compare team taka to team 7? I mean, I want to know why you think that Taka members are better friends for Sasuke than team 7 (I'm referring to one o your post) and I don't want to be rude (if that sounded like that- I'm sorry), I'm just curious about you opinion ✌️

“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation” (Osho)  

If Sasuke were a flower, Team7 would pick it up and put it in a vase, not caring about its well-being, only about their own enjoyment, while Team Taka would sit on the grass and admire it, making sure of not stepping over it.

(anti-S*kura, anti-N*ruto, anti-SS, anti-ending, anti-Team7 long post under the cut. It’s my opinion, on my blog, PROPERLY TAGGED. Which means that if someone decides to bitch aboout it they’re just looking for trouble)

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title: morning tiffs

progress: complete

pairing: ohm/cartoonz (ohmtoonz)

rating: T (teen; a lot of mentions of sex but no dirty deeds here)

word count: 1825 (my version of a drabble)

summary: ohm doesn’t like when luke gets into fights, but luke is nothing if not obstinate. (established relationship)

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Is Love Enough (part 6- fluffy finale)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Crowley visits Sam and Dean while possessing your body.

A/N: This is the fluffy finale. There is an alternative angst finale as well because I couldn’t decide which way to go; so I wrote both. Sue me. (Pls don’t, I have no money) Master tag list is at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.


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anonymous asked:

Leo, I don't want to start anything or make you upset, but I am a little lost into what is going on and what exactly happened between you and that other blog. I read back, I've been away a few weeks. I have followed you since you joined your brothers. Can you please explain what happened? I have a feeling I'm not the only one lost. Also, I adore how your brothers came in and backed you up.

Okay. This is going to be a long reply, but since you asked so nicely and didn’t send me hate for it I will take the time to fill you in on what happened exactly. I won’t name, names…cause though you can find out reading back on my blog, it wouldn’t be right to do so.

I had been interacting with this person for a very long time, as far as I can remember and I really enjoyed getting asks from her and getting to see her art of my family and myself. It was good.

But then her blog changed into an Original Character blog where she and another Leo got engaged and later married. I got asks about that a few times that I ignored cause she was sending me asks about the marriage and some followers though I was the Leo she was talking about on her blog. Cause it wasn’t specified and I was being tagged in a few of the posts. She stopped talking about the marriage and stuff going back to sending me asks like she used to so I was able to reply to her again.

But then things took a turn.

Her and her Leo decided to have a baby…and she sent asks to me about this baby which then people thought that I was the Leo that she was having the child with.

Again, it never got specified until much later down the line. Finally the Leo was identified, but sadly it was too late, the damage had been done.

It snowballed from there and I was starting to get hate asks about it cause I wasn’t taking the time to pay attention to her and this kid that wasn’t mine. I got an ask where I was slapped for it and that was it…that was the straw that broke the turtles back…cause the one the ask was about, she just laughed about it and thought it was funny and cute that I was the one being accused of having the child.

So that was it. I was done.

So I blocked her blog to keep her from sending me asks about the child cause I asked her a few times to stop. I had to make posts stating that I wasn’t going to be involved with other “Turtle universes”. My brothers and Karai backed me up on this. And I had to do what I had to do to keep myself protected from this mix up. Anyway, so I apologized that it had to come to that, but then her friends retaliated on me and went on about how I needed to apologize and sent me links to conversations she had with them…on her blog about how she said I hated her, which I NEVER said. I explained it. Even one of my brothers tried to explain it to her but she wasn’t getting it…and the posts I read on her blog upset me so much that Raph decided to help me out and posted up this which I was so grateful for.

So now I am putting it behind me cause that is all I can really do. I still want to say I am sorry that it came to this, but I had to what I needed to do to protect myself and my blog from false accusations. I don’t hate anyone…that is a strong word I mostly avoid. I am however a little disappointed, but it is what it is and I am done with it.

early morning walk

if you wanna be my lover, you gotta act like a normal person and then maybe be my friend. this was written before The Lovers update, and I like it too much to get rid of it, so here’s some trash 

It was a hot day in Vesuvia and a long walk from the Palace to Roah’s little corner of the world.

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The New Trainee//Im Jaebum

Pairing:Jaebum x reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Summary:You’re a new trainee at JYP, and you catch someone’s eye.

Author’s Note: I wrote this for the cutest, loveliest Jaebum stan I know, who is currently sleeping bUT I wanted to make her smile and I know Jaebum makes her smile more than anything, so here you go @imsarabum , I love you~

Queue’s for scenario:

(Y/BF/N)- Your best friend’s name. (And Sara when you read this istg if my name is not in this queue you will be murdered jUST SAYING)

xoxo Sara

You had been a new Trainee at JYP, along with your best friend, (Y/BF/N), for only a few months now. You were a foreigner, recruited to JYP for your voice, something you never really showcased unless it was through Soundcloud. You were recruited by other companies as well, such as BigHit, but you chose JYP for one certain reason.

And of course, if you were going to move to a new country, you were bringing your best friend with you. JYP let her try out, too; her also being a foreigner, her being able to rap very well in Korean was something that JYP loved.

They weaved in and out of new trainees for months, looking for girls to complete the girl band they were planning to set up. You and (Y/BF/N) went to the studio everyday regardless, practicing dances for other bands that you were going to cover until you had made your own mini album, or a song or two at least.

“(Y/N),” (Y/BF/N) yelled to you over the music that you were blasting in your small practice room, “mind turning that down? I can barely hear myself think.”

“You think?” you gasped, putting your hand over your mouth, “That’s a shocker.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she hushed you, throwing her hand up as she looked down at her book, “I’m trying to study more Korean terms, as you should too. Wouldn’t want you getting lost in Seoul by yourself again, now would we?”

“That was once, (Y/BF/N),” You groaned, picking up the remote to the stereo and pausing the song you were currently practicing to, grabbing your waterbottle from off of the floor and squatting down in front of her.

“Once too many, if you ask me,” she giggled, pushing your shoulder gently as her eyes widened.

“Yah, (Y/N), it’s Jaebum-Sunbaenim!”

Your head whipped towards the direction she was looking at, to find that there was no Jaebum there.

“That was a dirty trick,(Y/BF/N),” you scolded her as she laughed, taking the opportunity to push her over so she fell against the cold wooden floor.

Your best friend knew that you had a thing for Jaebum of GOT7, as she had a thing for one of their members as well. She never let you live it down that he was the only reason that you were at JYP, and not at some place like BigHit. You hadn’t loved Jaebum since you started listening to GOT7, but somehow, he caught your eye and he kept your focus on him and on him only after that. With his killer smile, soft laugh, gentle and caring but comedic nature, you couldn’t help but fall for the leader.

“Y-You, you should have seen your face!” She giggled softly, standing up slowly and leaning her hands on her knees, “you, you were like ‘O-OH MY GOD’ mentally, but I swear that I heard it come from your mind!” She squeezed her eyes shut, now standing up and throwing her head back as she continued to giggle, “O-Oh, I can’t breathe! I need drink.” She pretended to wipe away tears as she walked towards the door.

“Hope you choke on it,” you said, taking the remote to the stereo again as you stood.

A moment of silent washed by.“Oh, H-Hi Sunbaenims,” You heard your best friend say from behind you, earning a soft laugh to escape your lips.

“Oh, I am NOT fooling for it again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice and I just look like a big blushing idiot.”

“Sorry if we interrupted anything.”

You felt yourself freeze in your spot, knowing that voice anywhere. Your eyes wandered to the mirror, looking behind you to see the boys of GOT7 standing behind you in the doorway.

“O-Oh, hi Sunbaenims,” you repeated (Y/BF/N)’s words as you bowed softly, cheeks flushing as (Y/BF/N) looked at you, blushing as well, but finding it hard to contain her laughter.

“Hi,” they all greeted simultaneously, Jaebum slowly emerging from the small crowd, “JYP told us that you two were going to be a part of an all girl group, so we wanted to stop by and welcome you to the JYP family.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you smiled gently, cheeks flushing as Jaebum continued to stare at you. You were at a loss for words; barely even able to speak, the few words that you were barely able to mutter enough to let your best friend know that you were now in full panic mode and in need of assistance.

“(Y/N) has had troubles with her throat lately, but she took off her mask because it didn’t allow her to breathe as she was practicing too hard.” your best friend said, completely saving your behind as she walked over to your bag that was sat against the mirror, opening it and grabbing the mask you had always kept in there just in case, tossing it to you as she pretended to scold you. “I told her not to work so hard. I was just going to get her a drink when you all walked in.”

“Ah,” Jaebum nodded softly as you slid on your mask, “Okay.”

“But, she was talk-“ Yugyeom began to speak, but your best friend turned around to face him, frantically signaling for him to stop talking behind Jaebum’s back, making the other boys giggle and cover his mouth.

“Well, i’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” Jaebum said, pouting softly, “We were all wondering when you were going to find out who your other band members were.”

“We find out which girls are going to join us tonight,” (Y/BF/N) said softly, walking over to stand next to you, “but even with all of the trainees we were training with, we all agreed that if we were thrown into a band with (Y/N), that she would be the leader.”

Jaebum smiled softly, taking your hand, “Well, from one leader to another, goodluck with recording and practicing. It can be frustrating, but it’s all worth it in the end when you debut.”

You felt your cheeks turn a bright crimson, thankful that your mask covered your deep blush as you nodded, bowing your head slightly.

“Well, we’ll be back again tomorrow to meet the rest of your band then!”

And back they were, greeted by two other girls; Hinimi and Hiyori. They both stood and bowed politely as the boys of GOT7 walked through the door, introducing themselves before both you or (Y/BF/N) had any time to speak.

“Oh, how rude of us yesterday, we didn’t introduce ourselves,” (Y/BF/N) Said, smiling as she bowed to the boys yet again, “I’m (Y/BF/N), i’m the lead rapper and small maknae of the group.”

“Really?” Mark smiled widely, “Can you rap for us?”

(Y/BF/N) looked at you softly, seeing that you were almost in hysterics that you had to introduce yourself to GOT7, as you had never really introduced yourself to anyone besides JYP and the girls of your group before.

“If you want. I can actually rap to Bambam’s part in most of your songs,” she smiled, feeling as you silently thanked her for yet again buying you time to breathe and calm down.

Once she finished, you finally felt comfortable. “I’m (Y/N). I’m a strong vocalist, as well as the leader of the group.” You smiled softly as you introduced yourself, eyes wandering over all of the boys, but staying fixed when they landed on Jaebum.

“(Y/N),” Jaebum nodded at you, smiling, “lovely name.”

You felt your cheeks flush at his comment, watching as all of the boys smiled from behind him.

“U-Uh, thank you, Sunbaenim.”

Once you were all acquainted with each other, you all sat down and decided to have a chat.

“Hey,” Mark whispered to you, handing you a napkin as the boys started to pass out drinks, “I have something to tell you. Can you talk to me outside?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, standing slowly, Mark following suit.

“We’re going to get drinks!” Mark said, smiling as he walked towards the door and opening it for you.

“But we already ha-“

“OKAY BYEE~” Mark shouted as he shut the door, both of you giggling as you two made your way over to the vending machine area to talk.

“We’re going to go get drinks, while they hand out drinks?” you giggled at him, “nice excuse.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to make you say something, seeing as you get so flustered around Jaebum and all.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, cheeks flushing at even hearing Jaebum’s name. “W-What do you mean?”

“We all heard (Y/BF/N) shout about seeing Jaebum before we came in yesterday,” Mark smirked, “And we all noticed how you got really red when Jaebum stepped from the middle of us. I mean, Jaebum probably didn’t, so don’t worry. He’s quite oblivious when it comes to noticing people’s feelings for him.” You felt yourself sigh softly, but you didn’t let Mark see.

“I just find it comical. Because for the past two weeks, Jaebum has been leaving to get waters from the vending machine, although he always brings one from home.”

“Why would he do that…?” you asked softly.

“Well, he always does it early in the morning,” Mark began, “And, the vending machines are dangerously close to someone’s practice room…”

You began to put the pieces together. (Y/BF/N) never arrives at the studio early, as she wants to sleep in and would rather put her extra practice time in at night. And Mark was right; the vending machines are right outside of your practice room.

“He’s… Been doing that…”

“To see the cute new trainee,” Mark chuckled, “he thought you were really cute when JYP showed us a picture of you two before you and (Y/BF/N) were first picked. We actually kind of helped him pick you guys. Jaebum loves the sound of your voice.”

Again, your cheeks flushed a bright crimson, but this time you had no mask to cover it.

“He’s just really shy to make the first move. Not saying he won’t,” Mark smirked yet again, “Because he’s planning to. But it’s going to be very, veeery subtle, probably unnoticeable. Jaebum isn’t the best at flirting. “

“Okay…” you nodded softly, mind racing as you thought of the possibilities that could happen; What if you didn’t notice his hint? You probably wouldn’t. What if Mark’s just playing?

“We should probably get back,” Mark hummed, you nodding in agreement.

You both went back to the practice room, about to sit in the seats you sat in before, before (Y/BF/N) spoke up. “Yah, (Y/N), my back hurts. I would really appreciate it if you switched seats with me so I can lean my back against the mirror,” she groaned, rubbing the small of her back as she pouted at you.

“Alright…” You hummed, helping her up and taking her seat; right in between Jackson and Jaebum. (Y/BF/N) winked at you, you now realizing that she didn’t have back problems at all; this was her way of trying to get you closer to Jaebum.

You all took a break from practicing that day; just talking with the boys and girls of your group. Bambam , Yugyeom and (Y/BF/N) doing group dances to make everyone laugh.You truly felt like a part of the JYP family, and you loved that you already felt so comfortable with the seven boys, along with your two new bandmates.

“(Y/N),” Jaebum mumbled into your ear, startling you for a second, “I have something for you from JYP. It’s a leaders thing, but I left it in my practice room. Would you come get it with me?”

You felt your cheeks flush, knowing that this is what Mark meant as his ‘very subtle’ hint. You nodded your head softly, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Y-yeah, sure.”

You two snuck out of the room, avoiding all attention besides of (Y/BF/N)’s, who was giving you a thumbs up as you walked away.

“Alright,” Jaebum said as he opened the door to his practice room, “I have a confession.”

“There isn’t a  leaders present.” You stated.

“There isn’t a—wait, you knew?” Jaebum asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you nodded. “Then why did you come with me?”

“A little birdie told me that something like this may happen,” you smiled nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up as you stared at your feet.

“Was that little birdie Mark-Hyung?”

You shrugged softly, “Just a birdie, really.”

Jaebum looked at his feet as well, feeling flustered as he knew that you knew what he was going to do next. “Well… Then you probably know, that I’ve been, uh…”

“Watching me practice?”

“You make it sound creepy, but I swear it isn’t,” Jaebum said frantically, “I could tell you were going to be the leader. You put so much effort into your group, and you have just met half of the girls and haven’t even started recording yet. It’s very admirable.”

You felt yourself blush, unable to contain your smiles as he continued to speak. “I wanted to tell you that. And also…That I think that you’re very pretty…And Mark-Hyung told me that he could tell that you also liked me…” He looked up at you with a slight smile, your eyes widening as you began to feel flustered again.

“And I know we have only really spoken once or twice, but, I’ve heard you sing, and you’re very talented. I want to get to know you more. I was wondering if you would allow me to take you to see a movie, maybe? Or is that too cliche?”

“Well, how are you going to get to know me if there’s a movie playing?” you giggled, making him feel flustered now. “But that sounds very nice.”

“YES, GO HYUNG!” You heard from behind you, Bambam and Marks face pressed to the walls of the practice room, while (Y/BF/N) and Hinimi stood in front of the opened door.

“How did you find us?” Jaebum asked, genuinely confused.

“The walls are glass, my dear,” (Y/BF/N) giggled, gesturing around her to the glass walls of the practice room, as all practice rooms were. (Y/BF/N) walked in with Mark, giving him a high five as they stood in front of you and Jaebum.

“Don’t tell me you had a hand in this?” you pointed at (Y/BF/N), who was now in a full fit of giggles with Mark.

“I met Mark when I was practicing late one night,” she giggled as Mark slung an arm over her shoulder, Jaebum also surprised at this new information. “I just didn’t tell you, and I know you’re probably like ‘what the hell (Y/BF/N), why didn’t you tell me?’”(Y/BF/N) said, trying to imitate your voice, “but look what happened! You should be thanking me.” She said, waving to a fake audience and taking a bow, which made everyone chuckle a little.

“How did you plan this?” You asked softly.

“A magician never reveals her secrets, now does she?”