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I Think I Was Meant To Be Next To You

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/ Michael Mell

Words: 2.449

Summary: “I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”

(Michael takes Jeremy to see the sunrise on the beach)

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Show Recap – 04/03/17

I’ve seen the show a few times now, so at this point I’m fairly picky about what I want to see. I have favourite versions of scenes and lines. I have favourite actors and actresses in the various roles. While every performance is always amazing, I have two main criteria for what constitutes a Good Show, as in, an above average performance of the play. 1. I want it to make me feel something. I want someone to make me cry, or flail, or laugh uproariously, or have to bury my face in my scarf to contain all my emotions. 2. I want to gain new insight into the characters, or the story, or the show itself. During this particular performance, both criteria were absolutely and completely met. 

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A/N: whelp it’s here thanks for being patient and all hope you like it! i tried to write it in a way so you can see both povs lol. haven’t edited it out yet sorry!!

word count: 1,1k+

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Y/N was beyond surprised when Chris asked her out on a date. It didn’t seem like something he would do from what she’d heard of him. She was actually excited, maybe she could finally see what he really was like.

Y/N hadn’t told anyone she’s going on a date with Chris, in case this was just a sick joke of his or if something incredibly terrible happened. She didn’t want to be that girl, yet at least. Even with all her efforts to keep it secret, Noora had somehow found out and had insisted to help Y/N out when it came to picking up and outfit (which was a thing that Vilde would do).

That’s how she had ended up hours before her date, lying on her bed with a pile of clothes on top of her. Noora wanted Y/N to put on something special, meanwhile she just wanted to go out with her ’normal’ clothes on since she didn’t want to look like she was doing too big of an effort.

”Alright, I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Noora said with a knowing look, she knew exactly what to do or say to get your attention on something. You kinda hated her for it, but nodded along signaling her to go on.

”I went on a date with William so that he’d leave Vilde alone, but I think I like him now. I really think I fucked up big time now.” Noora was biting her lip, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face, she knew there was something going on with them.

”I’m not really that surprised, you two would look great together anyway so just go for it?” Y/N suggested, giving Noora a sympathetic smile. ”Eskild also told me somethings, so if the other girls know something it’s because he told them not me.”

Noora laughed for a bit before mumbling something along the lines of ”damn you Eskild”. Y/N looked at the clock to check on the time, her eyes widening when she saw how much time had passed by already. She quickly got up and looked inside her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a nice sweater to wear.

”You’re seriously going out like that even after I told you my secret?” Noora groaned, falling on Y/N’s bed.

”Yeah, it’s Chris after all. I don’t except much from a date with him.” Y/N was feeling slightly nervous, but she didn’t want to show it to Noora.

”Well, I guess I better get going now since he’ll probably be here soon. Good luck.” Noora got up and left before you could even say something to her. Y/N sighed and walked up to her mirror to see herself in it, wondering what could have ever drawn Chris to her out of all the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, she gave a quick last glance to the mirror before going to open the door.

”Hi princess.” Chris said with a smug smile once you opened the door.

”You seriously didn’t have to come all the way to the door you know, but hi.”

”You’re not supposed to do this on dates?” He asked, his eyes wide.

Y/N let out a chuckle at his reaction and walked outside closing the door behind her. ”You’re nervous and I must admit I like it, if this date is a total flop I can blackmail you with it.”

”Well look who’s feeling confident in themselves?” He was smirking, making Y/N blush. He found it cute how she went from confident to shy. ”Let’s go.”


Chris had cheesily enough chosen to take Y/N out on a gaming arcade, but he seemed super stocked so she didn’t say anything.

”What even made you choose this place?” Y/N curiously asked, looking around the arcade. It was almost empty.

”I don’t know. Taking you out for a movie date would be too cliche, taking you out on a dinner date would just be odd and we’d probably be acting all awkward, a picnic would be lame and it’s way too cold outside and I bet 20 bucks that you’d never come in my home for a date because you still think I’m a dick, so this came in my mind and well here we are?” Chris said breathless and went on after a moment ”Fuck did I already ruin it?”

”You’re so awkward, relax it’s fine I was just asking a question.” She gave him a reassuring smile, making Chris relax a bit. ”Seriously though, you’re always like this on dates?”

”Eh, I thought I said before but I always skip the ’dating’ part. You’re the first one who I’ve actually taken out and chased after if we could say that.”

”Oh.” Y/N mumbled, blushing again because, as a matter of a fact, he had said that before.

”Come.” Chris took her hand and dragged her all the way to a dancing game making her rise her eyebrow at him.

”What? It’s a nice game! You should see William trying to play this when he’s drunk.” Chris said letting go of her hand. They both felt a little sad at the loss of contact, but neither said a thing about it.

”I think I can live without seeing it, nice to know what you guys do when you’re drunk.” Y/N said and rolled her eyes. Chris just chuckled before motioning her to come closer to play.

She ended up having a great time and get to know Chris a lot better. He actually wasn’t a total asshole, he was actually nice and sweet and had a great sense of humor, which is always nice. Y/N looked at the time, realizing that they had spent over two hours on that stupid dancing game where he always won.

Chris’ phone vibrated, signaling he had gotten a text message. He sighed and pulled out his phone, his eyebrows furrowing together.

”Fuck, I need to go and pick William up from a party…” He said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving Y/N an apologetic look.

”It’s okay, surprised you skipped a party for this though.” It made her feel quite special actually.

”Well I told you I can be something else than a dick? I’ve got to go though, so bye?” He didn’t know what to say to end it, Y/N quickly picking up on it.

”Goodnight, Christoffer.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off. She felt all warm and fuzzy on the inside and she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she hoped it was worth it.

Chris on the other hand was left standing there as red as a tomato, his hand on his cheek. He felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

jason-sxy-todd  asked:

Hi, I was looking through your blog and it made me curious: I personally don't really know what I believe. Like on one hand I believe that unborn babies are alive as soon as their heart starts beating separate from it's mother's heart. But at the same time, I feel like woman should have that right to choose. I guess what I'm asking is if I am a traditional feminist with prolife values, then where is the middle ground? I'm open minded so you wont scare me away with any of your controversial views

Hi! Thanks for contacting me!

I can definitely see how that can be confusing. First, I want to clarify what you’re saying about the biology of when life begins. Human life actually starts before the heart starts beating - otherwise, how could a heart grow if there was no living, growing, developing organism? At fertilization, a new member of the human species exists with its own genetic code and its own developmental path totally distinct from that of the mother. The mother’s body supplies nutrients and oxygen, but her blood never mixes with her child’s (many mothers and children have different blood types) and her heart does not beat for the child. Starting at fertilization, the child’s cells are growing, dividing, and differentiating to develop the various systems of the body (nervous, cardiovascular, respiratory, etc). The heartbeat begins when the cardiovascular system develops to the point that it needs a pumping heart to distribute nutrients, hormonal signals, and oxygen to the various cells. This happens after about 3 weeks (18-22 days) of life and development within this new organism.

That said, most women don’t know they’re pregnant until around the time the heart starts beating (4-6 weeks after their last menstrual period), so in the majority of cases a child who is intentionally aborted has a beating heart.

Now let’s talk about choice. We all make choices every day. We choose what to wear, what to eat, what to study in school, what to do for a living, and so on. We can also make choices that directly affect other people. All of our choices have consequences, whether those consequences are good, bad, or neutral.

Every law we have restricts our choices in some way. Traffic laws restrict how we operate our cars. Taxes restrict how we spend our money. Regulations restrict how we run businesses. We may debate whether or not these laws are necessary or justified. Other laws, like laws against stealing or killing, restrict choices that would directly harm other people. Most of us can agree that these laws are both justified and necessary for a functioning and peaceful society. If we wanted complete freedom of choice, that would be anarchy. Any government that exists restricts your choices in some way.

The question, then, is whether it is necessary and/or justified to restrict a woman’s choice to have an abortion. To me, the answer to that question lies in whether an abortion directly harms another person. If it does not, then restrictions on abortion would fall into the category of government regulations that are highly debatable and probably an unjustified or unnecessary restriction of our right to choose. If, however, abortion does directly and intentionally harm another person, then a restriction or ban on abortion would fall into the category of laws against stealing or killing, and would therefore be both justified and necessary.

I believe the latter is true. Like you, I believe that abortion kills a living human being. Therefore, our law that already exists banning the intentional and premeditated killing of human beings should also protect preborn human beings. That is, we shouldn’t need a law against abortion. We just need to include preborn human beings as people protected by the law.

This still leaves women with a lot of choices. I just don’t believe anyone has the right to kill another person except in a self-defense situation (which does not describe pregnancy).

Now, I don’t consider myself a feminist. Largely, this is because I don’t want to be associated with what the modern feminist movement has become. However, there are many pro-life feminists who have found a way to balance a concern for women’s rights and welfare with a concern for the lives of the preborn. In fact, many will say that the two can actually go hand-in-hand.

I recommend checking out the following organizations for more on how you can be pro-life and feminist:

Feminists for Life

Feminists for Nonviolent Choices

New Wave Feminists

Secular Pro-Life

Life Matters Journal (@lifemattersjournal)

I know this was a really long answer to your question, so let me know if you need me to clarify anything or if you have any questions! I’m happy to continue this conversation as long as you want to.

anonymous asked:

Hi Optomstudies! I'm an introverted person and I’m okay with that but that means I can be socially awkward at times. I often don't have much to say to people and find it hard to continue conversations or reply enthusiastically and sometimes it takes me a while to think of how to reply ahaha ==’. I’d like to be a bit more like you :) What could I do to change things a bit? Thanks :D

Hello! I’m a bit of an introvert as well, though people usually think I’m an extrovert when I talk to them hahaha It’s true that sometimes you end up not clicking with people even if you try your best to start conversation, but with most people if you try little things, you’ll eventually get them to open up and the conversation flows almost automatically! 

I’m a big believer in honesty though, so I dislike platitudes and pretentiousness in conversation. At the same time, I also dislike when people say things that can be construed as having a double meaning and are offensive in a subtly passive aggressive way, just to set that straight and to somewhat explain the underlying reasoning behind my advice and what I believe in. I’m pretty sure that my advice is generic though, and even I struggle to follow every step when I’m feeling exhausted haha

As an introvert, meeting people drains your energy by definition, but remember that small things you can do don’t really take that much extra energy, especially when you think about it as being a way to make other people feel welcome and appreciated. It’s all a state of mind - there’s no conservation of energy when it comes to the energy to talk to others hahaha I also try and think that every single interaction you have with a person will (generally) make them like you more (provided you are actually talking nicely and being likeable). So whenever I was sitting at home thinking “idk… would it be awkward to suddenly send them a message” I would tell myself this to overcome that little procrastination speedbump. 

Try and compliment people in little ways - honestly and sincerely though! I had this classmate who honestly and truly believes that she is doing a good thing; every morning she saw me (or anyone else) she would try and compliment something about what I was wearing, even if just to say “that’s an interesting pattern you’re wearing today! :)”. I get this approach, and it can definitely cheer people up, make their day. I do believe that she thinks it’s either a way to make the world happier or a part of social convention, and I get that approach. I don’t believe it’s lying at any point either. But when I try and compliment someone, I don’t want to point out something just for the sake of pointing it out; complimenting should be honest and sincere, even when it’s something you wouldn’t wear yourself but the other person pulls it off spectacularly. Too many compliments to every person you see kind of lessens the meaning behind them. 

Try and look happy to see someone - give them a sincere smile, and lift the inflection of your greeting - not just a “hey there”, but a “hey! :)” (much easier for girls, but guys can do it too) Everyone wants to talk to someone that they think wants to listen to them, yourself included right? So even just leaning forward a little bit when you speak to them conveys your interest and appreciation. This is hard to do when you’re feeling emotionally exhausted I know, but you can always take a break :)

Keep asking questions. Kind of an age-old adage now, but everyone’s heard the fact that people love talking about themselves right? So just let them do the hard work. If you don’t have much to say to people, then just ask them and get them to say what they want. On the other hand, also volunteer a little information about yourself after you’ve heard them expound about their experiences. As a talkative person, I absolutely hate it when the other person just continues to grill me with questions, and force me to keep asking “what about you?” Conversation is a two-way street, so I shouldn’t have to prompt you to just say “oh hey me too, I also like _______”. 

Sometimes it’s hard to reply enthusiastically; you might have no idea about the topic someone is really passionate about. This is me with sport honestly lol I am terrible at it and it consequently leads to me tuning out (not on purpose!) when someone starts explaining in depth rules and gameplay. My advice is to maintain eye contact with them and listen attentively, although don’t call me an expert on this particular area. Eventually because you naturally don’t know about a topic, or naturally have no interest, your responses will become answers rather than discussions. Most of the time the other person notices and changes the topic. 

I have met the occasional person who continues to talk your ear off even though your eyes have started to glaze over though (at which point it becomes apparent that the other person has the problem with conversational skills). In that situation, try and change the topic smoothly. Think of something, anything else that is remotely related, and wait for a lull in conversation before asking them “oh btw….” I know it sounds overly simplistic, but it works! Make sure it’s really smooth though - it has to be a slightly related topic, or else the other person might be offended. It’s a way of taking control of the conversation. You can even just stop them and say “okay so what happened at the end?” - this forces them to summarise and cut to the chase. That’s a tip I got from a friend actually. 

That ended up being a bit of an essay hahahaha hope it helps though! ^__^

stephisdrowningfast  asked:

My duuude u still do requests?? IF SO, can u do RFA reacting to MC in a coma?? (Maybe MC waking up after like so long) sorry if I'm bothering 😅

 I’ve never stopped trying to trick people into requesting my crappy writing. God. I’m so sorry. I got so excited about this request I monologued again. Oopies. Oh well. And trust me you’re not bothering me in the slightest. Enjoy, please! And be sure to request more. 

[[ I’ll add Saeyoung later. I’m really beat and wanna post this anyway :))]]

● • · Jumin · • ●

  • Jumin and You had been out and about on one of his rare days off shopping and such for the next big event, Chairman Han had arranged for your recently announced engagement. 
  • “Jumin I don't think we had to buy all the dresses for one event.”
  • “But you looked so lovely in each of them, how was I too chose?
  • You hated when he said it so bluntly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world…
  • “Still…” you started stopping after feeling a hand on your shoulder spinning you around to face him. A serious look gracing his features…
  • “I wish to give you the world if you wish it, _____. A few dresses are nothing but the start of it.”
  • “THats not what I want, Jumin. I just want you.” You gave him one of your trademark grins that melted him deep in the core
  • “Then so be it, Mrs. Han.”
  • “Jum-”
  • “Mr. Han” A new voice intruded your conversation taking you by surprise. You had gotten used to it being just the two of you, Jumin had rented out the entire store for your convenience and you being escorted by his bodyguards to the car. 
  • “Yes” He said looking clearly angered by the newcomer the bodyguards’ parting way so he could take a good look at him. 
  • “May I help you?”
  • “Yes, you can.” He was shaking dressed in a well-do suit you noted everyone in Jumins’ circle dressed as so it took you by surprise to see his disposition. Sure Jumin was intimidating but not this much.
  • “Jumin I think we should go.” You said placing a hand on his arm hoping to communicate the obvious discomfort circulating through your veins. 
  • He shushed you, clearly not reading the situation correctly.
  • “By…” He shouted as he reached into his bulging coat pocket only to be tackled to the ground by security. 
  • “See ___? Nothing to worry about” he trailed off noticing your hand was off arm. 
  • Looking around puzzled ignoring the shouting man and the grunts of the bodyguards to find your crumpled form on the ground.
  • Panic rising, he immediately knelt beside you turning you over to see your closed eyes face. Not seeing any cause he brushed back your hair to see the large gash from where your face had made contact with the ground. Hands shaking.
  • “______!”
  • “Someone call the damn hospital. “ 
  • “Hold on, _____. Hold on…!”
  • “Mr.Han?” 
  • “Yes? Any news?”
  • “I’m afraid despite our best efforts. Miss.____ has slipped into a coma for an unknown amount of time due to the head injury,”
  • “It’It was just a tiny scratch. What do you mean head injury?”
  • “It caused bleeding in her brain leading to her body in defense to slip into a coma, sir. Outlook is neither good nor bad. Head injuries are very unpredictable.”
  • “Unpredictable?”
  • “Yes, see-”
  • “I don’t care. You’re a doctor, I’m paying you to fix it.”
  • “Sir? Its not that simple.”
    “Yes, it is. Money is no object so make no mistake either you fix it or I’ll find someone who can.”
  • “Sir..!” He looked taken back at his brisk attitude
  • “And make no mind its Mrs.Han to you, understand?” He looked at him with an icy glare.
  • He turned around thinking…
  • “I’ll keep my promise _____. I’ll be yours till you wake up and forever after…”

● • · Zen · • ●

  • “A coma?”
  • “Yes were very sorry sir but due to complications from swelling from the accident. We had to medically induce the coma in hopes it went down. 
  • “She was wearing a helmet. We both were.” He protested sitting straight up.
  • “Yes but in this case, while it protects her from fatal injuries, it did cause some problems. See when she hit the ground-”
  • His ears simply allowed white noise to wash over him as he put his face into hands and begin choking out sobs as the previous events flashed through his mind.
  • “ZENNNY!” 
  • “What, babe?”
  • “Not so fast, please.”
  • “Faster? Sure.
  • “Zennnnn!!” 
  • He chuckled at your groans and allowed the motorbike to slow as they approached the red light.
  • It had taken weeks to convince you to ride with him having the picture of him riding with his best girl ever engraved in his mind since he started riding. You had been hesitant due to fear of falling off. But he had met your concerns with a big grin and said…
  • “I’ll just have to catch you then, princess.” Pinching your cheeks.
  • So after late night practice, he had found himself with a perfect excuse to take a ride with you. Roads were clear and morning rehearsal was canceled.
  • “Ouch!” He groaned feeling harsh tugging at his ponytail.
  • “THats for going so fast!” You said in his ear, wiggling closer to him. 
  • “Oh, you said slower I could have sworn.” 
  • “You know what I meant” 
  • Well apologies then, princess.”
  • You simply giggled. 
  • The light turned green and he begins to gain speed as he accelerated forward. 
  • “Hold on tight, Bab-”
  • A stray car barrelled forward through the red light horn blaring catching his attention as he swerved to avoid it. Turning his bike into the deserted sidewalk.
  • “ZENN!” You screamed behind him as he hit the curb causing you to fly forward onto the ground. 
  • Hands atomically attempted to find you as he attempted to twist your body to catch you from making contact with the ground the last ditch effort but it was in vain as you spiraled away from him.
  • He heard a crunch as his arm that was outstretched towards you snapped. Vision blackening due to the pain.
  • Groaning he heard people coming out stores surrounding as he came to, looking for you, he held his arm pushing himself up finding you eyes closed chest barely moving your body bunched together.
  • “Babe” He rasped out.
  • Ablumbalnces rang behind him as he felt his conciseness slipping back into the black.
  • Tears fell down his face as the memories faded out.
  • “I’m so sorry, _____. I didn’t catch you.”

● • · Yoosung · • ●

  • “Yoosung I’m going to lay down. I have a major headache. You said leaning against the doorframe slightly dizzy.
  • “Okay ___!” He called half listening as he began a new quest in LOLOLOL.
  • [8hrs later.]
  • “Done! Yeahhh!” He shouted triumphally voice echoing across the empty living room after many hours of raiding he finally achieved a new armor that he had talked about since Monday. 
  • Looking at the clock, he winced noticing the time. 3:00am? It had been 8hrs since he had last seen you. He suddenly remembered about your headache rushing from his computer, he swiped the aspirin bottle making way to your bedroom.
  • “______….?” He whispered letting the door creak open surprised to see the bed empty and the bath water running, confusion dulled his senses in why you were bathing at 3 am. Crossing the bedroom in easy strides. He rapped on the door attempting some attempt to catch your attention. Noticing the soggy carpet seeping through his socks made the alarm bells go off in his mind. Flinging open the door the bathroom floor was covered with icy water your body in the middle of the room face up as your hair floated in the freestanding water. 
  • Ignoring the still flowing water he swooped down to you cradling you.
  • “______? _____?!?!” He shook your freezing body in an attempt in to wake you fumbling for his phone in his hoodie almost dropping in the water filled room. 
  • “911, what is your emergency?”
  • …..
  • He paced around the waiting room, the entire RFA surrounded him. All voicing their concern for you. 
  • “ Miss. ____’s  family?
  • “How is she, Doctor???” He raced for the doctor eyes wild.
  • “I’m afraid, Miss.____ had a hyperglycemia episode that’s what cause her to pass out…” He paused looking at Yoosung’s lost face.
  • “That’s from her diabetes right?”
  • “Yes her blood sugar was dangerously high. The cause unknown should have shown signs…”
  • “It did. She said she had a headache.” Feeling guilt aching in him. LOLOLOL feeling utterly silly right now.
  • “Well she should have paid more attention to that, nevertheless she suffered from that and very low body temperatures…”
  • He spaced out feeling hollow, he should have checked on her or at least removed his headset. How long were you lying there?
  • “Resulting in a coma even though we regulated her blood sugar and body temperature. She may not wake up.”
  • He crumpled in half guilt making him choke out sobs at this blocking out everything. 
  • ______, I’m so sorry. 

L o v e,

M o c h i

So as some of you may know, I have a very elaborate headcanon about Jack and Bitty’s future kids and their lives, etc, etc. It’s all very cute and there’s only a little bit of angst.

But Shitty and Lardo.

Shitty and Lardo didn’t expect to have kids. It’s not that they didn’t want them; it’s more that they didn’t need them. They’re perfectly happy playing the role of cool aunt and uncle to everyone else’s kids. They’re living in Boston; Shitty’s a full-time Human Rights lawyer, part-time sports lawyer (for select clients only); and Lardo is running a gallery. All of their friends have already had their kids and they’re in their mid-30s. At this point they just don’t see it happening, and that’s cool. They’re not expecting kids, the kids just come to them. 

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The Ghost show tonight was amazing! 9/23/16
  • I don't know what to do with myself right now I'm still shaking and it was like 2 or so hours ago.
  • Fuuck! If you get a chance to meet them after the show, DO IT. You must. I met everyone out of costume, even Alpha.
  • I'm so content with life right now and that's never happened to me haha. Best night of my life? Why yes, yes it is.
  • I want to see them again ASAP.
  • Earth has a mustache similar to Johnny Depp, so there's that. 🌚😍
  • Air has fucking dreads or some shit. And Mist is the prettiest blonde ghuleh I've seen. Ugh.
  • All of them are so cute and nice. Why are they PERFECT?! I legit talked to Papa and Mist for idk 30 mins each. Papa didn't want to leave us, even though they had to head out right after just to make the TX show tomorrow.
  • I asked him all the questions I could think to ask on the spot. Like which members are vegetarians (like me) and he answered, "3. Um, drums, keys..and guitar." He also said he wishes he were vegetarian but his eating habits are "childish" haha. I told him that's okay! 😂
  • I got 3 hugs from Papa and he just doesn't break eye contact. Like, if I were more sober, I would have looked away but gosh..how do you not get lost in those eyes?? He also smelled really fucking good. If you've ever smelled Acqua di Gio cologne..that's exactly what he was wearing! I know, because it's my favorite. I can detect it a mile away lol.
  • I'm trying to type this all out before bed so I'll remember everything tomorrow so bare with me!
  • So it was really cute when Aether (old Water) and Earth came back out of the bus, because Aether/Water had a gold sharpie with him to sign things, but left me with it. And when Air came out and signed things, he gave the sharpie back to me so I just kept it like ok it's mine now, thanks. 😩😭💖 *licks sharpie*
  • And when Aether/Water met me I introduced myself and asked his name he told me it was ___ and I was like oh, what do you play in the band?? And he said "it's a secret." 😆😍 that accent kiiiiillls me.
  • He also held my hand?? Like I was going in for a handshake and he used his other hand so he just held mine like WHAT A CUTIE!
  • Also, Mist was being secretive too, I asked her if she's permanent with the band now and she said she couldn't say. I asked her if she's also from Sweden (I didn't detect an accent) and she said "I'm from Ghost" and I said "ohhh..haha I see what you did there" and she laughed like..iiii can't tell youuu. 🌚😂 She said she was pleasantly surprised that the fans were so welcoming to her! Aww 💘
  • I feel like Papa really was interested in meeting every* single* fan that stayed to meet them outside the bus. He was genuinely there for us. I even left and came back because he was still there. I told him I was planning on bringing them all some American Halloween candy but I figured it'd be too sweet for them. He said "Ironically, you're exactly right! It is much too sweet for me to enjoy." And I was like ahh 😍 lmao I'm trash.
  • That's also when he hugged me 2 more times because he had to go. Like, he initiated the hugging because I was content with the one hug lol. But I gladly took the others. 😛 And his eye contact when I was talking just made me feel special. Lol I love them so much!
  • If you read this far, wow I salute you! 💖👻 I'll post pictures and videos soon.
  • Eren has spent the last few weeks denying a worsening vision problem. When his best friend, Levi, narrowly saves Eren from walking into a lamp post on the way home from college, the teen finds himself frogmarched to the nearest opticians, where he is declared short-sighted.
  • Eren: By all rights I shouldn't even be here. I'm in the prime of life.
  • Levi: You're in the prime of idiocy.
  • Eren: Hey!
  • Levi: How much longer were you going to pretend you're not bat-shit blind?
  • Eren: It's not that bad.
  • Levi: Really? (steps back, raises a hand) How many fingers am I holding up?
  • Eren: (squinting, shuffling closer)
  • Levi: Yeah. As I thought. (walks back into view, middle finger raised, chuckles at Eren's affronted expression)
  • Eren: Dunno why I'm friends with you.
  • Levi: Dunno why you're not picking out some specs. It's what we're here for.
  • Eren: Okay! Here we go... (picks the nearest pair- an ugly tortoisehell brown) How do I look?
  • Levi: (speechless)
  • Eren: Is that a good silence... or?(squints at his face in a mirror, frowning) Levi? I need your input. (coughs) I kinda can't see them. Or my face.
  • Levi: Shit.(trying not to laugh) Have you tried squinting harder?
  • Eren: Hey! This is serious, alright. I need your help.
  • Levi: Yeah, hang on. (pulls out his phone)
  • Eren: What're you doing?
  • Levi: (takes a photo of Eren's confused expression) Capturing evidence. (plucks the offensive glasses from Eren's face) so you know what I saved you from.
  • Eren: So show me where the 'cool' glasses are.
  • Levi: I can do better than that. Stay here. (Levi leaves, spending longer picking out Eren's glasses than anything he ever buys for himself)
  • Levi: These. (tucking the frames atop Eren's ears, falls in awestruck silence)
  • Eren: Levi...? (squinting angrily) Are you trying not to laugh again?
  • Levi: No.
  • Eren: Do I look stupid?
  • Levi: No. Hell no. You look...
  • Eren: What is it? You sound weird.
  • Levi: These glasses really suit you.
  • Eren: Guess I owe you one.
  • Levi: You owe me twice. 'Cause I saved you from walking into things.
  • Eren: Hah. So, is there anything you need?
  • Levi: Don't wear contacts.
  • Eren: ...I can do that.
Beating the Odds (part 1)

Here you go. First date fluff for moreid shippers.

“Hey, Reid!”

The messy-haired genius looked up from his desk. The day was almost over. Spencer just had to finish a bit of paperwork before he could pack up and go home.

Emily sat down on the edge of his desk and revealed two movie tickets.

“They’re showing Alfred Hitchcock on the big screen tonight. The Birds and Psycho. Want to join me?”

Spencer frowned apologetically.

“Sorry, I kind of already have plans.”

Emily raised her eyebrows.

“Oh? Doing what, genius?”

Reid looked around the bullpen to see if anyone was within earshot, then leaned in closer to Prentiss.

“I, er, have a date.” He looked up to see Emily’s shocked expression.


“Shh!” Spencer motioned for her to be quiet.

“A- sorry.” she apologized.

Emily searched the room to see if anyone had overheard. No one took any notice, except Morgan, who was looking their way with a puzzled expression.

She looked back down at Reid who was fidgeting with embarrassment.

“Who are you going with?”

Reid paused and shifted nervously in his seat. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He would have to make somebody up.

“Someone, I, uh, met at a coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah?” He was obviously lying. Seriously, Emily didn’t see why anyone even tried to lie to each other at work anymore. They were all profilers. They knew the difference between the truth and a lie.

Spencer shifted in his seat, hoping Emily wouldn’t see through his lie. Unfortunately the look on her face said she did. Reid silently pleaded with her not to ask anymore questions.

“Okay, kid.” she said after a moment. “You better tell me how it goes, got it?”

Spencer smiled and nodded as Emily got up from his desk.

“I’m going to go see if Morgan wants to come. He’s not as big a horror fan as you, but he’ll do.”

Spencer blushed and turned back to his work. He tried hard to focus on the papers in front of him, but he couldn’t help overhearing his coworkers’ conversation.

“Movie night?”

“What, Reid can’t go?”

“Nope. Says he’s busy.”

“Busy doing what? Watching Star Trek?’

“Ha, yeah, probably.”

There was a pause, and Reid could tell Morgan was zipping up his bag.

“So, want to go?”

Morgan sighed.

“Sorry, Emily, I can’t.”

“What? Come on.”

He laughed.

“I know. But I promised my sister I would Skype her tonight.”

Emily looked defeated.

“So I bought two tickets for nothing?”

Morgan smiled.

“Looks like it. Unless you get Hotch to go with you.”

Emily scoffed.

“Yeah, right.”

Spencer went back to his paperwork as the two agents started talking about something else. He was so focused on his work that he barely heard Morgan say goodbye to him. He looked up at his best friend who was grinning down at him.

“See you later, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at the nickname, and he said good night to his two friends. They walked out of the bullpen together as Spencer turned back to his desk. A few minutes later Spencer stacked his finished paperwork in a neat pile and started packing his messenger bag.

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about his date in the elevator ride down to his car. He was extremely nervous, even though he knew the other person well. He tended to mess up dates. Whether he started rambling about statistics or Star Wars, the other person always lost interest in him by the end of the night. He hoped tonight would be different.

At his apartment, Spencer fumbled around his closet for something to wear. They were going to a nice place, so he couldn’t be too casual. Although, according to his friends, Spencer didn’t know how to be casual. His wardrobe mainly consisted of button downs and suits. He had a few t-shirts and sweaters, but he mainly wore those around his apartment.

After a while of staring at all his clothes, he decided what he was wearing would have to do. He went to his bathroom and observed himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, as always, and he looked tired. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the restaurant in fifteen minutes, so there was no time to freshen up. He sighed and walked back into his living room and grabbed his wallet and keys. His nerves started to build up in his stomach as he drove, but Spencer tried to be positive. This wouldn’t be like all the other dates. This one would be different.

Morgan sat down at the table for two and unbuttoned his blazer. He didn’t usually dress up, but this was a pretty fancy place. He didn’t know why he suggested this place to Reid. Maybe he wanted to show the kid he wasn’t all talk. They had been flirting for years, always joking around, so when Derek actually asked Spencer out, the genius thought he had been kidding.

Morgan wanted to make sure Spencer knew he was serious. He had liked the kid since they first met, but he hadn’t come to terms with his feelings until a few months ago, when Spencer almost died of anthrax. That event made him realize he couldn’t function without the boy-genius by his side.

Derek looked up when he heard Spencer’s voice at the front of the restaurant. He smiled as the kid rounded the corner, following a waitress.

“Here you are. Your server will be right with you.”

“Thank you.” Morgan said as Reid sat opposite him. Morgan could tell the younger man was nervous, but he had no reason to be.

“Hey.” he said.

Spencer looked up at Derek and smiled.

“Hey-hi. You look… nice.”

Morgan laughed.

“Thanks, so do you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to wear, so I didn’t really change. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine, kid. You look good.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his plate.

“Hi there! I’m Alice, I’ll be your server tonight.”

Alice handed them both a menu and smiled.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Chardonnay. For both of us.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those!”

The two men looked through the menu as they waited for their drinks.

“Did you know, that the origin of Chardonnay used to be widely debated? Most historians believed it was derived from France along with Pinot noir, but vineyard owners in Syria said it came from the Middle East. And still others believed it originated in Cyprus. Now, however, DNA has concluded that the Romans-”

Reid paused abruptly and blushed.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Morgan chuckled.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Spencer’s blush deepened as their server brought them the Chardonnay.

As the night progressed, Spencer started to relax. He didn’t know if it was because he was comfortable around Derek, or the wine, or both, but when they finally got their food, Spencer was actually enjoying himself.

“Okay,” Derek spoke up again after they both had a few bites of their dinner.

“Favorite modern movie.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why does it have to be modern?”

“Because knowing you, your favorite movie is probably some obscure, black and white film.”

Spencer frowned.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘obscure’,”

Morgan laughed.

“Yeah okay, still. Would I know it?’

Reid thought for a moment.

“Probably not.”


Spencer smirked and tried to think of a movie within the set parameters.

“Hmm… I really like 2001 Space Odyssey.”

“2001 Space Odyssey?”

Spencer nodded.

“Dude, that movie’s terrible.”

“What? No it’s not!”

“Yeah it is.” Morgan chuckled as Spencer pouted.

“It’s really boring.”

“No it isn’t! It’s about the mystery behind the origins of humanity, and the various ways life has, and will, evolve.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Okay, genius. Whatever. I bet you that my favorite movie is one hundred times more interesting than that.”

“Oh really?” Spencer smirked.


“What is it?”

Morgan paused for a moment before speaking.

“Ocean’s 11.”

Reid scowled.

“Ocean’s- are you serious?”

“Yeah I’m serious! That’s the best action-heist movie there is.”

Spencer shook his head as he took another sip of wine.

“Of course you would like that movie.”

“Well yeah. It’s freaking awesome!”

“It’s really not.”

Morgan sighed.

“Whatever nerd. I guess we just have different taste in movies.”

“We have different taste in a lot of things.”

Derek raised an eyebrows.


“Well,” Reid fumbled for the right words.

“Research shows that two people are more compatible if they share similar traits and interests. And-and you and I like different things. For instance, I love chess, while you love football. I’m introverted and you’re highly extroverted. We don’t  like the same movies, or watch the same television shows, or enjoy the same leisurely activities…”

Reid paused and looked up at Derek who had an exasperated expression on his face.

“So, what? You don’t think we will be compatible? Reid we’ve known each other for four years. We’ve been friends for just as long, and we’ve been flirting half that time.”

Spencer gulped and looked down at his food.

“Kid, if you don’t think we’re compatible, then why did you even agree to come tonight?”

Spencer licked his lips and looked back up at the man he had slowly fallen in love with. He couldn’t let his worries come between them, especially not now.

“Because,” he started. “I want to be compatible with you. I know the odds about couples with dissimilar interests. But I want to beat the odds with you, Derek.”

Derek’s heart swelled at Reid’s words. He smirked down at his plate.

“Yeah, me too.”

Spencer’s eyes crinkled as he grinned at Morgan. He was so cute, Derek thought.

“So, since we are interested in different things, what are some things we both enjoy?”

Spencer licked his lips and thought a moment before he started listing all the things they had in common.

The rest of the night went smoothly. They both made jokes and told stories that each of them hadn’t heard before. By the end of the evening, Spencer was content, but his nerves started to come back as the two of them walked to their cars. They stopped in front of Spencer’s car, and the genius held his breath as Morgan stepped closer to him.

“I had a good time.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“We should do this again, Pretty Boy.”

Reid’s cheeks flushed red as he nodded.

Derek smirked as Reid avoided eye contact.

“What? You nervous?”

Spencer looked up at Derek and narrowed his eyes. Before he thought twice about his actions, Spencer leaned in and met Morgan’s lips with his own. The kiss was quick, chaste, but Derek would never forget it. When he opened his eyes Spencer was already unlocking his car, his face and neck bright red.

Derek chuckled to himself as Reid got into his car.

“'Night, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer looked up, blush slowly fading from his face. He smiled as Derek turned and walked to his own car.


Punk/Pastel AU

(AN: I’M SO FUCKING LATE OMG SORRY!!!! Anyway, Baz is very soft and insecure in this one. It might seem a bit out of character sometimes, but I just wanted to try it. Also, Simon is a punk somehow, but still awkward.)


I try to go to the library as often as I can. Which is way to often (that’s what Agatha says). But I feel safe when I’m there. My anxiety is always smaller after I’ve been there.

Today I can hardly think about anything else. I’ve been in this classroom for too long, the air is stuffy and my butt hurts. I can feel people staring at me from behind and just hope that they’ll not try to kick my ass after this period. I’ve had enough of that yesterday.

When the teacher finally ends the class, I basically storm out of the room. Having long legs might be helpful, but there’s no better way to become a fast runner than being half-Egyptian and gay. Trust me, running is going to be one of the first things you’ll learn after starting school.

The bus ride is short and quiet. I look out of the window, counting every dog we pass. When I step out of the bus, I’ve counted 9 dogs. It makes me a bit sad, considering my personal record is 26.

I inhale deeply as I enter the library. Excitement fills me while I walk towards the little corner in which I always sit until the day outside gets dim and I have to go home. I have a little game where I try to finish a book before I have to leave. Once, on a Saturday, I sat here for 7 hours. The only flaw in this game is that I can’t cry when I’m finishing a book. It would make me seem like an even bigger geek, and believe me when I say that I’m already pretty far up there.

There aren’t many people in the library today. Normally, this would be the perfect atmosphere to start a book, but it seems to be one of these days where I can’t decide what to read. Nothing feels right. I sigh, sitting down in the green armchair, opening a book I know will be good, but the tingling I usually feel when starting a new book is missing.

Half an hour has passed and I’m not even halfway through the book I’ve picked. But that isn’t what makes me look up. Someone entered the library and I can tell that they’ve never been to one before. They are ruffling around, pulling books out of shelves and accidentally dropping things. I can’t even see them yet, but as I hear someone stumbling over a pile of books, I roll my eyes, deciding I don’t even want to see them. But as always, life is not on my side.

I haven’t even focused on the words on the page again, when someone walks right into the gap between the two rows of shelves where I’m sitting. I snap my head up, ready to glare at the person, but as soon as I lay my eyes on them, my mouth goes slack.

It’s a boy. No, that’s not right, it’s the sun in person. If the sun had a lip ring and wore shaggy jeans and Doc Martens.

His hair is spun gold and his skin is caramel, with freckles and moles dotted on it like tiny sprinkles of chocolate.

I must be staring at him with eyes like saucers, but he doesn’t even notice me. Currently, he’s pulling a book out of a shelve, just to put it back again. In the wrong spot. I frown, looking down on my book again because I don’t want to be caught ogling this guy openly. Still, I sneak another glance at him. He’s studying the back of Hamlet, looking slightly confused. Then, he puts it into an empty spot, between two books by Charles Dickens.

I don’t know what’s happening until I’m standing right next to him, clearing my throat.


Someone clears his throat behind me, and I try not to jump. When I turn around, I am confronted with the cutest dude I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a pastel blue shirt, light blue jeans and white converse. His black hair is put up in a top knot and I nearly miss the blush under his olive skin.

“Uh, yeah?” I stutter, running a hand through my curls.

His eyes are darting around, like he doesn’t know where to look. Finally, his gaze fixes somewhere over my shoulder.

“That doesn’t belong there.” he mumbles, and gestures towards the bookshelf next to us.

I just stare at him, my brain working harder than ever. What is he talking about?!


The boy bites his lip and I am very proud of my self-control, because all I want to do is to kiss those pink lips right now.

“The book. Hamlet. It’s supposed to stand there next to the other books by Shakespeare.”


“I didn’t know!” I say, trying very hard not to sound like an absolute imbecile.

His brows are pressing together when he looks up at me. The only thing I realise is the extraordinary shade of grey in his eyes.

“Have you ever been to a library before?” he asks.


The boy’s cheeks flush beautifully and I have to tear my gaze away from his face before I do something silly. Like kissing that mole on his right cheek.

“To be honest, no, not really.” he confesses, fiddling with the hem of his Nirvana shirt. There’s something about this guy that makes my insides flutter, but he looks very straight and I’m not known to flirt with boys as cute as him. Actually, I’m known to not ever flirt.

I nod, and after that we spend talking several more minutes about how to behave in a library. When I’m halfway through lecturing him how to find the exact book you’re looking for, his hand brushes against mine. It sends something akin to a shock through my body and I can shut my mouth quickly enough so that I don’t gasp.

This boy is going to be the death of me.


I’m not sure how much time I’ve spend talking to this guy who laughs at my bad puns, talks passionately about the history of this library and shivers every time our hands collide.

But I’m very sure that it’s time to step this up a bit. I really don’t want to leave, not knowing whether I’ll ever see him again or not. (Because I absolutely want to see him again.) So I open my mouth before he can start with another paragraph about the importance of an organised bookshelf.

“By the way, I’m Simon. Simon Snow.”

He looks surprised for a second, but composes himself quickly.

“Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.” There’s a cheeky flicker in his eyes.

“You’re kidding me, right? This can’t be anyone’s real name!” I exclaim, watching him grin with wide eyes.

“I’m being perfectly serious. You can call me Baz though.”

I nod, while trying to straighten my expression.

“Good, your full name would have been way to long as a contact name. Plus, there’s no way I could have remember that. I’ve already forgot it. You’ll have to type it in yourself.” I say, handing him my phone.

Baz blushes furiously, but starts typing anyway. When he looks up at me again, the smile on his face is shy, but so sweet I feel my heart begin to swell.

Our fingers touch for a heartbeat when he gives back my phone, and he reddens even more.



Simon practically beams when I tell him to call me. There’s a small noise at the back of my throat, but I keep my mouth shut.

I missed the bus, but I don’t even mind walking home twenty minutes. Not when I remember every time Simon glanced at me when he thought I couldn’t see it and how warm his hand was whenever it touched mine.

He might look like a homeless person who joins demonstrations every weekend, and for how much I know, he could be one, but I don’t want to miss this feeling ever again. It’s way too good to give up just because Simon looks not like any guy I’ve ever seen.

He might actually like me and hell, I’m sure I really like him too. I’ve never been more sure of anything.

And he promised he’d call me.

Things about the MBTI types I know irl.
  • (I'm an INFJ, by the way.)
  • ISFJ: Actually the kindest, most socially graceful person I know. Has their nose to the grindstone 24/7 and always directs their full energy to things. Full of puns. Loves All Time Low. They seem to have the dirt on EVERYONE, except they don't tell unless that person is a jerk. So every now and then they let us in on some major shit. Oh, and an anecdote: my insides literally twisted when I had to tell them that the password I set for the squad's online CAH game was "titty.5" i.e. "titty point five"
  • ESFJ: A sinful indulger in the waluigi meme and a huge fan of Ed Sheeran, her salt level is the highest I've ever seen. She's great at doing impressions, and is a person who seems to have knowledge about a lot of things. Is not good at faking laughs. Went to zombie laser tag and screamed the entire time. Her sneezes will literally shake the foundations of your house. Oh and she bakes really, really well! She made brownies from scratch and I think an angel cried.
  • INTJ: She once said I was reserved but "wonderfully caustic". And it seemed like she admired me? Either way, I admired her because she's really a whole lot better at translating her thoughts into words than I ever was. At first we were pretty chill, but it turns out she isn't very nice to people she doesn't think are "wonderfully caustic" so I haven't been in contact with her lately. She has slanted handwriting, likes cheese, and she wears her hair in braids a lot. One time she said "owie" and I remember thinking it was cute.
  • ENFP: He's really optimistic about everything, seems to have the idea that everyone can just be happy if they have the right mindset, and likes to be liked by everyone. He has a few nicknames, except no one really calls him by them because he's the one who made them up. For halloween one year his costume involved glitter, and he was covered in traces of it for the next three weeks. He wore this really punk sweatshirt once, which he got from a rapper that spit some bars at his church.
  • ENTP: My history teacher. He's not awful but he's not the best at it either. (Still a fun class though!) He makes interesting comparisons, is good at finding logical inconsistencies, tells a lot of stories from his life, and shoots students with a nerf gun when they fall asleep in class. I was assigned a seat in the front and center of the room, and one time during a test he put on some lotion and did the hand-rub thing right in my face and it was mad awkward.
  • ISTP: He's rude without realizing it quite often; I found him intimidating at first. (You kind of have to get used to him.) He's a lot taller than me, so I would hold onto the back of his shirt in the hallways. A lot of times, when someone tells me some random fact they found out, in the back of my head I'm thinking "I think ISTP might've told me that once in like, third grade...?" In kindergarten he publicly condemned the nursery rhyme where the cow jumps over the moon for being "unrealistic and plain silly". For a 9th grade art project he sculpted the Ringworld.
  • ESTP: Really fun guy to be around to be honest. Interesting to talk to because he knows a little bit of everything, and he's super hilarious. Pretty argumentative and could be abrasive sometimes, though. When he was out of school after having his appendix removed, he sent a robot in his place (he controlled it from his house and received audio and video from it; basically went to school through video chat). He really likes cats and has nice eyebrows. One time he paid someone fifty cents to eat a banana peel.
  • ESFP: She's really eccentric in the most beautiful way. So genuine and so sassy. Remembers things /very/ vividly. When she's trying to describe a person, she would describe their shoes first for some reason. Has a very energetic puppy that makes gurgling sounds. We became close friends because we sat next to each other in algebra and bonded over our repeated failures to understand.
  • ESTJ: He's an incredible artist, and he dyes streaks in his hair a lot and it looks really cool. He has a pretty quick temper, and doesn't really mind breaking rules that don't make sense to him. He's got neat, loopy handwriting and an incredibly clean room. Talks a lot, and really fast. Calls himself an asshole, but I say he's a genuinely good person. For a few months he wore this mood ring made of cheap metal that stained his finger. Doesn't have a tumblr, but if he did he'd be a huuuge piece of meme trash.

anonymous asked:

I don't see why Alex needs to be in kpop, she had a good career in America and was getting ready to kill it over here. She doesn't speak Korean, she hasn't trained or anything and she seems like the female version of Chad Future. The Korean entertainment industry is a safe space for east Asians, and a lot of people are actually upset by it. Like Alex is great, beautiful and talented but a lot of people think she is overstepping. People like Lee Michelle, Nada and Tasha need more love.

Nobody is saying she needs to be in Kpop. The fact of the matter is, Kpop and Khip-hop are heavily influenced by and often times appropriate black culture and benefits from it. Their songs are written by black songwriters, their choreography is put together by black choreographers. You often see black back-up dancers and black style, and not to mention the fact that without black culture, you would have no Khip-hop or even Kpop. You can’t take from someone’s culture and then say they aren’t allowed in it because “this is a safe space for Asians.” It just does not work that way.

You would have a point if Kpop and Khip-hop benefitted and was influenced soully by Korean culture, but it’s not. 

And do not compare her to Chad Future, please. That totally trivializes what he’s actually doing, and that’s trying to make money off of wearing someone else’s culture. Is Alexandra trying to look Kpop? No, in fact, RaNia is trying to be hip-hop, which comes from black culture, which Alex is black. She’s not wearing Kpop as an accessory, if anything, it’s Kpop wearing her and black people as an accessory a pretty good amount of the time (and this is not to say that all Kpop is influenced by outside sources, though most of it really is, and heavily, especially black culture).

Not to mention, you want to bring in the whole: she doesn’t speak Korean thing. Did Henry speak a lick of Korean when he first became a part of Super Junior? No, he didn’t. And he’s not part Korean either, he’s Chinese-Canadian. There are plenty of foreigners in Kpop who didn’t speak Korean when they first started out. She’s also mentioned she wants to learn more about the culture, and if she’s going to be an official member, I don’t doubt that they’ll be teaching her Korean. People are making so many assumptions about her already, saying she doesn’t know any Korean and assuming that if she doesn’t then she’ll never learn. Please stop with that argument. 

The other thing that makes her different from Chad Future is that she was invited into Kpop. RaNia contacted HER, whereas Chad Future is trying to force his way IN.  

And I find it very interesting that people are saying that because Lee Michelle and other half-black half-korean idols haven’t had it easy, Alex doesn’t deserve it either. And it also assumes that people supporting RaNia and Alex don’t already support those other idols (which I fucking LOVE Lee Michelle, actually, and do support her, so…). 

So far, every argument against Alex is easily refutable, and all the points become moot when you remember that black people have a very heavy hand in Kpop as we know it today. Not only in their culture influencing the industry, but the fact that black people are writing and choreographing many of these comebacks. Like I said, you can’t take from a culture and then tell them they can’t participate because it’s “just for you.” No, this is not how it works. I understand feeling that way, but because Kpop often appropriates black culture and is heavily influenced by it, that point becomes moot.

anonymous asked:

Coffee shop AU's?

Okay, I’m finally done with the first AU in my inbox and honestly?? I don’t know how it turned out because I was half asleep while writing most of it but I like coffee shop AU’s and I just went for it. Hopefully you still enjoy!

On Ao3 

Pairing: Solangelo (Nico Di Angelo/Will solace)

Words:  5,333

Summary: Will is in charge of hiring a new employee. Things go unexpectedly.

Will had worked at the same coffee shop for over a year because paying for medical school was a real bitch and he’d be lucky to be out of debt by the time he’s fifty. But still, it was his passion and he’d be damned if he let money get in the way of that.

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anonymous asked:

I'm tired of just being told I'm cute.. I want someone to think I'm hot/sexy :c how would rfa handle this because I'm upset! I don't want to be just "cute" :''c

I understand completely. I have always been called ‘cute’ but never sexy or hot (it’s probably because I’m 5′2″ and look like I’m 12)… 

~Admin MP

There may be some NSFW in here?? Just a warning! (Looking back at when I wrote this at the beginning I should have known there WOULD be NSFW)


  • He has this problem too, tbh
  • Everyone calls him adorable and cute n he’s like “but I want to be sexy??”
  • When he finds out MC feels the same way (they get called ‘cute’ ‘adorable!’ ‘precious!’ on a picture they posted where they were trying to look hot) he’s shocked
  • “But…MC, you’re super attractive!”
  • MC shoots him a pout because they’re never heard that
  • But he goes on to talk about how hot he finds it whenever MC is working on something
  • They always absentmindedly nibble on their pencil or their lips
  • And Yoosung can’t help but stare at their mouth and feel oddly flustered??
  • Especially when they bite their lip and smile at him
  • The whole time he’s explaining this he’s turning more and more red
  • After that, MC purposely runs a pen over their lips just to torture Yoosung


  • MC and Seven are always so goofy that MC is worried Seven doesn’t find them sexy?
  • Like, they know he finds them cute
  • He always squishes their cheeks and calls them adorable 
  • But they want to be desired, they want to feel attractive!
  • One day MC is over at Seven’s, pouting because he just called them cute again
  • They see his jacket and glasses have been haphazardly thrown to the side
  • With a smirk, they put on the jacket and the glasses and are pretending to be Seven 
  • “Oh, MC, you’re soooo cute!” 
  • Huffing, they take off the glasses because they can’t see
  • Seven is standing at the doorway?
  • They make eye contact and Seven’s face is red as he stares at them in his jacket
  • “…that looks really…good on you…”
  • Seven has actually lost the ability to speak Korean 


  • To be honest, Jaehee doesn’t often talk about looks 
  • Of course, she finds MC super attractive (sometimes it flusters her how attractive MC is) but she doesn’t tell MC about it
  • However, when MC comes home one day and is wearing a buttonup shirt and shorts, Jaehee can’t stop staring at their legs?
  • They’re just really long and nice…
  • MC is very irritated because all their coworkers kept saying that they were just cute and that they couldn’t be sexy if they tried
  • With a huff, MC flops on the couch, sitting and stretching their legs out on the couch
  • Jaehee’s mouth goes dry??
  • After a few more minutes of watching MC shift their legs, drawing them up or lifting them up, Jaehee can’t take it anymore
  • She just goes over to MC, her face bright red, and starts kissing up a leg
  • MC is shocked. Their face goes red too
  • “J-Jaehee?”
  • “Are you doing that on purpose…? Moving your legs so…seductively?”
  • Jaehee wastes no time taking those shorts off


  • This man is known all over the internet as HOT, ATTRACTIVE, SEXY, SMOLDERING
  • MC is like “I am a potato”
  • But articles call them “the cute one” or “Zen’s adorable S/O!”
  • They are seething
  • Would it kill the tabloids to call them the Sexy Power Couple (which is what MC calls them in their head)?
  • One day, MC throws down a magazine that calls them and Zen an odd looking pair and casually throws out
  • “Hey, do you think we should be known as the Sexy Power Couple?”
  • Zen doesn’t even look up from taking his shoes off
  • “Of course, MC. We’re both hot, why don’t they mention it more often?” 
  • Now he looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.
  • “Maybe it is a good thing they don’t realize it… Only I want to see how sexy my MC is.”
  • MC tries to stutter out a reply but by that point Zen has made it over and is rendering them speechless

Jumin: (I hope Admin Rina is proud of me for this but I cried while writing it)

  • Kink master would call MC all sorts of names in bed
  • But MC notices he never says anything about how hot or sexy they are
  • MC decides to find out how to get him to admit it
  • One day, MC finds The Kink
  • They look Jumin in the eye and say “Alright…daddy.”
  • Jumin’s face is priceless
  • He’s in shock for the first few seconds.
  • But then he’s over to where MC is, kissing them hungrily, growling
  • “Jesus fuck, that was hot..” he mutters as he bites MC’s neck
  • MC is Smug
  • The entire time, MC is breathless as Jumin tells them how sexy they are, how hot it is when they call him that, and how attractive they look splayed out across his bed 
  • (I’ve sinned)
It's a Twin Thing : Harry Styles

Rose is a High School student in her senior year. She’s head cheerleader, has good grades, and the hottest boyfriend, the school’s badboy, Harry Styles. But when Harry finds out his nerdy twin brother Marcel fancies Rose, what will Harry do to help out his brother?

‘Babe, I can’t come over tonight. I have lots of studying to do, and you should have too.’ Rose was adamant she wasn’t going to Harry’s, but she knew he would wear her down. She did her best not to cave, but she could already feel herself slipping. 

'But my mom and dad are outta town babe, I have the whole house to myself. Well Marcel will be there, but you know what he’ll be doing.’ Harry knew exactly what he’d be doing, getting laid. Tonight was the night that his brother would finally become a man. No more of this dorky, virgin shit. He would finally be on par with Harry. Girls would chuck themselves at him. They already did, because he was a good looking guy, but he always pushed them away. 'So what do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.’ He sucked at her neck, knowing it would wear her down.

'Uh okay then, but if I fail any of my exams, you will work hard to keep me in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life.’ She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away.


Harry and Marcel were identical twins. If they dressed the same and had the exact same hair, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. But Harry was very stylish, ripped skinny jeans, leather jackets, and vest tops or band tees were his style. Marcel on the other hand was a sweater vest, long sleeved shirt kinda guy.

'So is Rose coming tonight then?’ Marcel asked. He was totally in love with her. She was beautiful, and really nice to him. And not just because he was Harry’s brother. She had a real warmth about her, and she always smelt really good. Harry drove his truck back to their house, not taking his eyes off the road once.

'Yeah she will be. Don’t worry Mar, it won’t be awkward, you just do your thing. You’re getting laid kid, at least look happy about it.’ He pulled into the drive and parked up his truck. He climbed out and went into the house, setting his coat on the rack and kicking off his shoes. 'Wanna order takeout? I’m starving, and you’re gonna need your energy’ Harry chuckled.

Marcel shut the door behind him, hanging up his jacket, and placing his and Harry’s shoes into the closet. He then took out his phone, scrolling the various numbers for takeaways. ‘What are you wanting? Indian, Chinese, pizza? I have loads of numbers..’

'Let’s do pizza, don’t want gas or anything. I’ll order it, you go and get ready. You know what you’re wearing right? I’ve hung it all in one end of my closet. Now go and scrub yourself, and no slicking your hair back. And remember, put in your contacts, you can’t wear your glasses. Now go.’


Rose arrived at Harry’s. She’d received the text to just go straight in and up to his room. He really better make this worth while, she was missing valuable studying time. She walked into the house, and immediately heard Marcel in the front room. He was always watching TV when she came over, making himself scarce, and out of the way so he wouldn’t hear anything. ‘Hey Marcel!’ she called out. She was greeted with a grunt. Odd. He usually came out to see if she needed anything, or just to chat to her. Maybe he was just nervous about his big night? She put her bag down and took off her shoes, leaving them by the stairs and climbing the stairs to his room.

Harry was coming out of the toilet and making his way back to his room when he saw her. For some reason he just stood there, and didn’t say a word. She looked at him, not really knowing what to do. Was there something on her face? All of a sudden, he raced to her, kissing her deeply. He’d just brushed his teeth, and his minty breath invaded her mouth. It was a nice experience, and she knew that this would be a good night. 

She stepped back and opened up her long jacket, revealing a sexy lacy red bra, panties and stocking set. ‘I put on your favorite underwear, and I decided to save time and leave the rest of my clothes at home’ she said, turning, dropping her coat and walking into Harry’s room. He followed her and watched her set herself down on the bed. She laid back and propped herself up against the pillows. Running her hands down her body she looked at him and said ‘Do you want to watch me touch myself baby?’

He was panting, and he ran his hands through his hair. He nodded and climbed onto the bed, setting himself back on his heels. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and pulling the cups down to reveal two perfectly round breasts. She pinched at her hardening nipples, soft moans tumbling from her mouth. She moved her right hand down to her panties, and pulled them aside, showing him her glistening core. He couldn’t help but gawp at how wet she was. She ran two slender fingers up and down her slit a couple of times, before pushing them into her pussy. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ as she pumped her fingers in and out.

He suddenly couldn’t take any more. He moved closer, taking her hand away from her pussy, and sliding the two soaked fingers into his mouth. She tasted so sweet, she was the best thing he had ever put into his mouth. Needing to taste more of her, he dipped his head between her legs and started to lick at her clit. Soft sharp little licks, before attaching his lips to her clit and sucking. He slid two fingers in and started to pump ever so slowly. He was trying to find his rhythm, picking up the pace and seeing how she reacted. She watched him and moved her hands to his curls, tugging at them, making him moan into her. He carried on his attack, looking her directly in the eyes, picking up his pace, which made her arch her back and throw her head back onto the pillow. All of a sudden, she felt the bed dip beside her, but she was feeling too much pleasure to see what it was.

'He’s got a good mouth for a virgin, hasn’t he babygirl?’ grinned Harry who was sat beside her. Her eyes shot open as Harry leant in to kiss her, and caress her breasts. She pulled away from the kiss, looking at the man between her legs. She soon realized that it was in fact Marcel between her legs, and not her boyfriend Harry. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the lack of tattoos. But he felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop. She looked at Harry, confused. 'Don’t worry baby, I’ll explain afterwards, you just relax, we’re going to make you feel so good. Mar, move yourself, you get up here, I’m going down there.’

They swapped positions. ‘Get on your knees baby’ Harry purred. She did as she was told, and felt his lips attacking her. Marcel knelt in front of her, unsure of what to do. She could see his bulge through the jeans, he was desperate for some kind of release.

'Take them off, let me make you feel good’ she panted. He did as she asked, sliding his jeans and boxers off of his legs and setting himself back down in front of her. She gawped at the sheer size of him. They really were identical. She grasped him with one of her hands, the other holding up her body so she didn’t flop onto the bed, and pumped him. 'How do you want it Marcel? Do you want it fast, or do you want it slow?’

His mouth fell open. ‘I-I want it fast Rose. I want you to take it all. Can you do that?’ He was really getting into the swing of this. He liked that she was still going along with it, he thought she’d freak when Harry had told him his plan. She took him into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip when she went to the end. She was driving him crazy, the furthest he’d ever got with a girl was when Amy Johnson had let him feel her up around the back of the science block. She’d given him a handjob, and that was his only sexual experience. Rose took him into her mouth so well, that he thought he would cum at any moment. He fisted her hair into his hands and controlled her tempo, not wanting to blow his load just yet. ‘Do you want me in you?’ he asked her.

She stopped doing what she was doing, and so did Harry. She nodded and they all shifted positions. Marcel was on his back, and Rose hovered over his dick. Harry was behind her, hands on her shoulders. She put the tip of Marcel into her, and Harry pushed her all the way down. She gasped at the full feeling, not knowing that she could feel this good with Marcel. She thought Harry would be the only one to make her feel this way, but she could get used to this little situation. Harry pushed her onto Marcel’s body, as Marcel thrusted into her. She kissed him as he pounded into her, and she felt a finger circling her ass.

'You want me to put my finger in there baby?’ asked Harry. She turned to look back at him, nodding her head. She’d never done this before, but she wanted them both, she needed them both inside of her. He put his fingers into his mouth, lathering them up, and slipping them in every so slowly. She groaned loudly, as Harry moved his hands and Marcel moved his dick. The friction was sending her into new realms of pleasure. Harry continued his slow pumping.

'Put your dick in Harry, put it in me.’

'Are you sure Rose?’

'Yes Harry, I need you. Now.’

He spat into her ass, lathering her up a bit more. He made sure she was nice and slippery before attempting to put himself into her. Once she was nice and wet, he lined the tip of his dick up with her ass, and pushed into her really slowly. ‘Just tell me if you don’t want this Rose.’

'Come on Harry, move. Please.’ she begged. He pushed himself all the way in, and she relished the feeling. She was absolutely full to the brim. Both boys moving inside of her. The room was filled with moans and groans, she felt her body tensing, the feeling of her building orgasm pooled at the bottom of her stomach. 'Fuck, boys. I’m so close. Move faster. Now.’ They both complied, and she came with a cry. Her body was shivering, and she tensed around the both of them, making them cum too. She was a quivering wreck, and her vision went blurry, she felt Marcel driving into her, riding out his high and moaning her name as he came. Harry was grunting and panting, slowing himself to a stop. They all laid on top of each other, panting, kisses being placed on lips and faces. Harry pulled out of her ass, and Rose lifted herself off of Marcel, laying in between them.

'So, does somebody want to explain what just happened?’ she asked with a laugh. Harry and Marcel both leant on their elbows looking down at her. She looked like a mess, but they were both so proud of the mess they had created.

'Well babe, Marcel has fancied you for ages. So I thought we’d switch places. I let him fuck you, and it felt so good didn’t it baby?’ She nodded, and looked at Marcel. He was smiling down at her.

'I had a good time. And I know you did, I could see it all over your face.’ he laughed.

She sat up, her back against the headboard. ‘So, does this mean we can do it all the time then?’ she asked, a glint in her eyes.

Harry and Marcel moved closer to her, attaching their lips to her neck. ‘Any time baby, any time.’ they both chimed together.

I hope you guys like this. I have been working on this all afternoon. This is for an anon who requested a Marcel/Harry twin smut. I hope this is what you wanted! - Gee

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11. “It’s sticky.” Ziam, please! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sorry for the delay, Carlos. Got crazy busy and a bit under the weather. Hope this doesn’t earn me a block from you lol. I put more under the cut.


“Zee! Come here, please. I need help,” Zayn heard Liam’s plea from the living room where has lounging on their ratty old couch trying to find something to watch on TV.

“Uh-oh. What did you do, Li?” Zayn mumbled to himself as he dropped the remote and got up, quickly making his way through their bedroom and into their bathroom. 

“Um what’s going on?” he asked as he took in the scene before him. Liam stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, a wooden applicator stick in his hand, body wax all over the counter and floor. “You’re waxing now?” Zayn asked as he quickly grabbed paper towels from under the sink and began wiping up the mess.

“Sorry, babe. Just wanted to try it on m’self,” Liam answered with a sheepish look on his face. “But - it’s sticky. And messy. It kinda spilled everywhere before I even put it on me chest.”

“Supposed to be sticky, babe. It’s wax.” Zayn made quick work of the mess and disposed of the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Why’d you wanna wax your chest all of a sudden?” He took the stick from Liam’s hand and placed it back in the warming unit. He looked up smiling at his boyfriend who was now wearing a pout on his lovely mouth. 

“I dunno. I kinda wanted to see what I’d look like all smooth. Like you,” he said with one of his patented giggle-shrugs that made Zayn want to smother him in kisses. “Don’t you think it’d look better?” he asked uncertainly.

Zayn sighed and closed the distance between them and placed both hands on his chest. He ran his hands slowly up and down, dragging his fingers through the soft hair that covered his skin all the way down his impressive abs to his happy trail where they disappeared under the waistband of his briefs. He shook his head, smiling up at Liam.

“No way, babe. Love your chest hair. S’fucking sexy,” Zayn said with a smirk.

“You’re just saying that,” Liam said eyes downcast. “Besides, you wax.” He touched Zayn’s shirtless torso with his fingertips and a look of adoration on his face.

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Wrap Those Boys Around Your Finger (Rian Dawson/Jack Barakat imagine)

A/N: gonna be honest here, I’m not sure about this one but I hope it’s okay. Really great request but I just didn’t know how to end it cx Hope you like it!

Also when I was writing this I imagined everyone being teenagers, there’s a little bit of context I guess.

Title cred: Dear Maria, Count Me In // All Time Low

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Because I’m a people-pleaser at heart (and because these characters won’t stop bugging me), here’s some more punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth in a college setting.

You can read the other thing I wrote here

He was sitting next to Taylor Swift. 

Okay, not actual real-life Taylor Swift (he’d probably get mauled by her crazy, obnoxious fans if he ever got that chance), but she’s got the blonde, princess hair and girly fashion sense. She was wearing a shirt and skirt with the same flower pattern. 

And, okay, maybe the girl sitting next to him didn’t really even look like TSwift all that much except for the hair, but cut him some slack. It was 8:30 AM on a Tuesday morning and the chem lab TA was waaaaay too chipper and awake and happy for this early hour. 

Why did signing up for this lab seem like a good idea again?

“For your safety, you’ll need to wear goggles in lab. Also long shirt sleeves and long pants and close-toed shoes.” At this, the TA looked over to the Taylor Swift sitting next to him, who was not wearing any of those things. 

“I’m sorry,” Taylor Swift replied coolly, “I was under the assumption that we weren’t doing any of the actual experimentation today, so I decided to dress as I normally would in 80 degree weather.” 

“Right, but I’m saying to be sure to dress appropriately in future weeks. Starting from next week.” 

“Duly noted.”

“Anyways,” the TA continued, “labs will be done in pairs, so please take some time to get to know the person who’s sharing the same lab bench as you.” 

At this, Taylor Swift and Percy looked at each other. Percy grinned in a way that he hoped was friendly and not sleepy or mocking or dopey looking. People tended to get the wrong impression with him. He couldn’t imagine why.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth.” So, not Taylor Swift. 


“I love your industrial piercing,” Annabeth said.

Percy raised an eyebrow; she didn’t seem like the type who knew what that was.

“I’ve been meaning to get one for a while now, but I can’t seem to get the nerve. Or the funds.” 

“The piercing itself didn’t hurt that badly–”

“Really? You’re not just saying that as a look-at-me-I’m-a-dude-and-I-can’t-feel-pain-because-I’m-not-a-girl thing?” 

“My ear did throb for hours afterwards. And it wouldn’t stop bleeding for about a week.” 

Annabeth shuddered. “Well, you’re just making it sound more and more appealing.” 

“It’s not that bad, I promise. Or, at least, not as bad as getting a tattoo on your spine.”

“What do you have on your spine?” 

“I–it was a stupid decision, made in the early hours of the morning.” Percy loved his spine tattoo, but there was a reason that it wasn’t easily visible. He liked to keep that one to himself. 

“Anyways,” Percy said as they were gathering their things and leaving lab, “I’m pretty much on a first name basis with the piercer in Union Square, so if you ever get to screwing your courage in a sticking place, let me know, and I’m pretty sure I can talk him into giving you that friends and family discount.” 

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, “I might take you up on that offer.” 

She gestured towards the opposite direction that Percy was headed. “Well, I’m going to the engineering building, so I’ll see you next week?” 

“Yeah, sure. Do you wanna exchange numbers so we can contact each other in case we have questions about the lab write-ups?” 

“The lab write-ups that aren’t due in at least two weeks?” Annabeth said, digging around in her backpack to find her phone. 

Percy tried not to be too obviously embarrassed as he exchanged his Android in a beat-up black case for her pristine iPhone.

“You a fan of owls or something?” Percy deflected, gesturing towards her owl print backpack and phone case. 

“I have a tattoo of one on the base of my neck.” She turned around and lifted her hair so Percy could see. Percy couldn’t help but notice how good she smelled. Like lemons and mint and something sweet he couldn’t place. “It didn’t hurt that badly.” 

“Okay, your tattoo is tiny. Mine goes up and down my entire spine.” 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Say whatever will help you sleep at night, buddy.” 

“I’ll see you next week, Annabeth,” Percy called over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

“See ya.” 

Percy groaned as he realized he’d have to be up at 8:30 again, doing stupid shit like dissolving table salt and then evaporating it and calling that “chemistry.” 

Well, at least his lab partner was entertaining.