States and Provinces

Request: You come home late from dance practice to an adorably tired puppy wang. (more detailed request - but don’t want to give everything away here ^.^)

Member: Jackson x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I checked the time on my phone again as I heaved my bag up the stairs to my apartment. Jackson’s face came shining up from my lock screen and I sighed. I felt terrible, I had come home from dance practice late almost every night this week. More times than not he would already be asleep, and it hurt my heart to see him curled on the couch. 

“Babe,” I cooed as I stuck my keys into the lock and swung open the door. “I’m home!” 

“Jagi,” his gravelly voice, near sleep, replied from somewhere in the living room. 

I pulled off my shoes and dropped my bags, nearly running to him. 

“I’m sorry I’m late again,” I whispered, kneeling on the ground beside the couch. He was laying against the cushions, his eyes only barely open. I ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he said quietly, shaking his head a bit. “I understand.”

“You always do,” I nodded, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He stretched out his arms and pulled me into them, wrapping me up in his embrace. 

“Can we cuddle?” he whispered into my stomach. I chuckled, and winced as his contact made my shirt stick to the sweat on my skin. 

“Jackson, I need a shower,” I sighed, unwinding myself from his arms. He put up a slight fight and finally groaned in defeat, letting his grip loosen. 

I walked quickly down the hallway and into the bathroom. I already knew that he would be asleep by the time I returned, but if I tried to hustle, I may be able to catch him before he completely knocked out. 

I cranked the shower to a barely tolerable heat and began to undress. I stepped in, shivering beneath the hot water drops. I closed my eyes and let the water fall over my tense muscles and I couldn’t help but moan. Sometimes a steaming shower was the only thing to make my aching body feel better. 

I felt Jackson’s hands appear on my hips and I shivered again. 

“Aish, jagi,” he grumbled, nearly half asleep. “You think you have the water hot enough?” 

I was surprised by his sudden choice to appear in the shower with me. I spun in his arms and looked into his lidded eyes. “Jacks,” I cooed. “What are you doing baby? You’re half asleep.” 

“If I help you get clean,” he said quietly. “You’ll get into bed more quickly.”

“But you can be sleeping in the mean time,” I sighed, leaning back and grabbing my wash cloth. I poured shower gel on it and Jackson ripped it from my fingers. 

“If there was a little more washing, and a little less arguing, you would be done already,” Jackson croaked. He spun me around by hips and pulled the cloth against my skin. He had the perfect amount of pressure on my tense back. The smell of my shower gel filled the small area we were in and suds flooded down my back and over my shoulders. 

“Did you have practice today?” I sighed, trying to loosen my stance. 

“Hm?” Jackson hummed, his rotations becoming slower and more gentle.

“Practice,” I repeated, spinning around. 

His eyes were nearly closed as he continued his scrubbing on my skin. 

“Yeah, yeah, we practiced,” he nodded. “I had to do some filming before and after.”

“Oh,” I squeaked. I watched Jackson’s tired frame lean against the tile behind him and a sad grin crossed his face. I took the wash cloth from his hand and pushed his arm down to his side. I poured more shower gel on it and began to rub circles onto his bare chest. His eyes widened for a moment, surprised by my action. 

“Why?” he said weakly. 

“You have just as long days as I do and you always try to take care of me,” I smiled. “Just let me wash you and we can go to sleep.”

Jackson nodded groggily and put his full weight onto the wall behind him. At this point I could fully appreciate his body. His tanned skin radiated in the shower steam, his muscles poking through his flesh. I appreciated every small hair trailing down from his belly button to his member. And that in and of itself was something to bite my lip about. I had to remind myself how tired my boyfriend was as I scrubbed along his body, making sure to get every inch. 

Eventually I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned forward, placing a few careful kisses along his jaw line. He hummed in response, barely opening his eyes at the sensation of my lips nibbling at his skin. After a few minutes, I pulled him forward, submerging him in the shower and letting the soap run off of his skin. I turned the shower handle and the water abruptly stopped, causing Jackson to wake for a moment. 

“Done already?” he croaked. He stepped out from behind the curtain and I heard him stumble on the tile. I grabbed a towel, quickly drying off and looking to him. He leaned against the sink, dozing again. 

“Jackson,” I chuckled, picking up a clean towel and wiping against his skin. 

“Hm?” he hummed. He attempted to help, but his hands only got in the way. 

“You’re hopeless,” i laughed, spinning him to cover his body in the towel. I gave him a gentle push in the shoulder, instructing him to begin to walk to the bedroom. 

“Am not,” he grumbled as he stumbled along. 

“You’re in no state to argue with me,” I sighed, following him. I hope he didn’t fall, I didn’t know if I was strong enough to pick him up off of the floor and figured this would be an embarrassing situation to call one of the Got7 boys into. 

“We don’t have states jagi, we’re in Korea,” he whispered sleepily. 

“I didn’t mean-” I began. 

“They are provinces here,” he argued, sleep still drowning his reason. 

“Okay Jackson,” I sighed, shaking my head. 

He nodded, a grin spreading on his face. I pulled my towel from my own body and began to move toward my dresser drawers when I felt him grab hold on my wrist and give a sharp tug. I fell onto the bed with a thud and he collapsed on top of me, his own towel dropped to the floor. 

“Jackson,” I hissed. I tried to push him from me, but he wouldn’t budge. He wrapped his arms around my waist once again and pulled me to his chest, taking a deep breath in. 

“Just cuddle with me,” he whined. His wet hair dripped on my forehead and I grumbled. 

“I’m cold,” I muttered. 

He chuckled. “Then come closer to me. 

Originally posted by infinitblaq

  • Outlived Usefulness
  • Gilbert Alexander
  • Bioshock 2

Well, that’s the end of the Alpha Series. The Pair Bond simply worked too well. That madwoman Tenenbaum bit the company hand, turning some of the bonded Sisters human again. Others were… lost to Splicers. Either way, the trauma proved too much for the bonded Protectors, resulting in unreasoning rage, or coma. We can harness their suicidal aggression as foot soldiers… but no more, I’m afraid. Today I saw one kneeling near a Gatherer’s Garden and… crying.

When I think how far the onion has traveled
just to enter my stew today, I could kneel and praise
all small forgotten miracles,
crackly paper peeling on the drainboard,
pearly layers in smooth agreement,
the way the knife enters onion
and onion falls apart on the chopping block,
a history revealed.
And I would never scold the onion
for causing tears.
It is right that tears fall
for something small and forgotten.
How at meal, we sit to eat,
commenting on texture of meat or herbal aroma
but never on the translucence of onion,
now limp, now divided,
or its traditionally honorable career:
For the sake of others,

Naomi Shihab Nye’s collection of poetry, Words Under Words: Selected Poems. 


I do want you kneeling beside me
You want to kneel

I do want to stroke the loose threads of your hair
Caress your neck
Drag my fingers over your lips
And not to have a troubling thought
Because you want me to play idly with you
Because it calms you
Because you forget yourself

Because you become something else

I do want to lead you to the centre of the room
Tell you to pull down your panties
Down to your thighs
Tell you to lower your head
To lift your dress
Over your waist

And to lean forward

Because right now

You need to be caned

Story time!

Mabel woke me up at 5:30 this morning, not sure if it was because the door blew open or because she needed to go out, but either way. I get up… And the door is open, and the screen door is ajar, and… DIPPER IS GONE. Gone!

So I grab some shoes and start walking down the road calling for him. I’m wondering how long the door has been ajar. Whether Mabel was barking at a coyote last night or just the cow on the other side of the fence. At one point I saw a white spot in our neighbor horse’s paddock, and it’s dark, so I’m wondering, “is that Dipper? Did Magic crush him?” But I stay calm. Magic isn’t MEAN, he’s just big and could accidentally hurt a small cat. Anyway, I turn back, and there Dipper is, hanging out at the edges of the yard. So I kneel down, and he runs up to me purring and happy.

So, long story short, gosh guys, giving your inside cat a little time to explore outside. I know some people are like NO DISEASES AND BUGS AND THEY MIGHT LIKE IT. But gosh, I’ve taken him outside and taught him to stay in the yard, and he’s not worried about me catching him because he knows he’ll get outdoor time. And he’s proven twice now that he will not go that far if he somehow gets outside on his own. Besides, Dipper catches bugs inside, so that’s a lost cause right there.

So, totally support indoor cats (Dipper is indoors when I’m not watching him) but I also totally support giving those indoor cats supervised time on leash or in enclosed areas outside because it gives them time to explore and use their brain and also understand what to do if they’re somehow outside on their own.

Like my thighs, too big
too gorgeous to be loved
by the delicate,

my name breaks itself
to fit in the mouths of my men.
Becomes a single syllable.

Becomes C, or ‘Tine, or Kneel.
I am unmade, then made again
at another’s convenience.

All of my mothers bled too much
  for this. Still I say swallow me.
Love only what fits in your mouth.

What do I allow when I allow him
to crack my name into pieces,
& choose what he likes?

What am I to do with the remains?
Seven's Speech to Hackers
  • Seven's Speech to Hackers
  • Mystic Messenger

Ah, ah, ah, mic test one-two!

MC: Three four five six seven eight nine ten!

Let the speech begin!
Dear Hackers Chasing Hackers who do nothing but chase my shadows, listen! All you will get from chasing me is return 0…! If you are going to chase me, you can at least delete the log… Why do you have to leave stupid traces and disturb me…!
Stupid hackers! If you wish to calm my wrath, bring me a max int number of Honey Buddha Chips. If you don’t, there will be no peace but only didos and despair in the hacker world. Muhahahahaha!

How is it?

MC: Bravo! I’m clapping!

I knew you’d appreciate it! It’s a very heartfelt speech.
Sometimes I imagine it too. I wake up and turn on my computer, but the screen is black and only says “Gotcha”. I guess that kind of motivates me. What a funny thing to imagine!
It’s never happetened to me and it never will of course. Hahaha! Anyways… the hackers I want this speech to reach always leave traces. No wonder they’re busted!
I can’t really ignore something once I’ve noticed it so I caught all of them. But then more hackers have been chasing after me because of that.
I can’t just tell each and every one of them not to get caught, so I’ve prepared that speech.
Thanks for telling me your opinion!! I think I’m done prepping, I should start the speech.
Please pray that it will end successfully…
I’ll call you later!

Hey Fr. Angel! I asked a priest I know why some priests don’t like people kneeling to receive Communion (I was harshly told by a priest at Mass to stand back up). He said the hesitation is 1. People could trip, not expecting you to suddenly kneel, and 2. We need to strive for unity in Mass - doing the same signs and gestures as everyone else so not to cause awkwardness and distractions. What’s your opinion? God bless

My opinion is that priests should be happy, and praise God, when someone loves Jesus so much that they would kneel to receive Him in Holy Communion. It’s not like you showed up to desecrate the Host and perform a satanic Black Mass or something.

Why do priests freak out? Maybe some are just really insecure that a Catholic would depart from the status quo and do something radical, like kneel in the aisle. 

Maybe Father is feeling guilty at his own lack of faith, or lack of reverence and devotion, and feels that by kneeling like this, you have judged him, you have shamed him, you have gotten in his face, and he needs to tell you to STOP and just quit doing something that is not in his control and is not according to his comfortable world of modern liturgy.

What does he want you to do? To conform. To go along. To not rock the boat. To quit disobeying the U.S. bishops (although the U.S. bishops have said that kneeling could be an option, even if they prefer standing as the norm). 

As for worrying that people will trip–I just ask–are they running down the aisle for Communion in your church LOL? I mean, how does you stopping to kneel make other trip over you, unless they are on their smartphones and not watching the person in front of them in the Communion line!

I agree with the priest that it is awkward when someone does something for Communion which is so different as kneeling to receive Jesus. Other people look and are thinking, “Why are you doing that?” But, you know what? Some kinds of awkward are alright and just require a little bit of patience. 

During the liturgy, I have special needs people who grunt, speak out of line, make weird gestures with their hands and arms, or start giggling. And I cannot tell you how often people receive Communion in the hand, in a way which is not proper (for instance, grabbing the Host with their fingers, or receiving with one hand and then licking the Host off the palm of their hand). Or some cross their arms and ask for a blessing, which is not part of the liturgy. Should I yell STAHP! at them also?

As long as there is no harm intended, and people are just being sincere, the priest needs to chill. God bless and take care, Fr. Angel

I Kneel

I crouch on the stone hard floor
letting blood puddle in my feet.
Pin pricks dance across
my legs and fade to black.
And the black flies away
to a blissful numb.
He will my body, captivating
my every single breath.
I roll over, free from the hold.
My legs light in Hell fire.
But I mustn’t scream
or whimper or cry.
If I must make a sound
it better be laughter.
I tilt my body, searching
for some form of care.
And fire turns to nails.
I crouch on the winter floor
letting my thoughts wander.
He will keep me here
and I should be terrified.
Yet I embrace it. I want
to serve his every wish.
I kneel, prepared for this.
This is my place,
my harvest home.
The pain may blossom
but this is worth it.
His thin smirk, the
heated simple kiss.
His willowy arms
wrapping me up.
The promises for tonight,
tomorrow, years from now.
Light caresses, simple words,
a home away from here.
I crouch on the floor
willing myself still.
The numb takes over
ready for the pain.
He stands above me
ready with open arms.

anonymous asked:

Your post about Rami in the grocery store reminded me: I work in retail and one night he came into our store looking for pants. I found him kneeling on the floor in the men's section with 3 different styles of chinos spread out around him. It's was 9pm.

NO WAY. poor guy i hope he found a pair that fits him


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