if you look closely it says hi

anonymous asked:

Hey! I scrolled down your Wizard Tooru AU and I was thinking... do you have any designs for Iwachan and Oikawa's clothes when they're adults? (I don't know if you already had posted this but I couldn't find it) Also I want to say congratulations because this is one of the most amazing AU's I've ever seen. Thank you<3

thank you so much!! I’m so happy you liked it <333

they wear other stuff depending on the situation but the uniforms are like this

Tooru rarely closes his jacket. He gets a bit careless with his looks when he’s working (happens when you don’t get enough sleep).

Iwachan wears the same thing Akaashi did since he became the next Commander once Akaashi is promoted! He is usually in more ‘formal’ situations so he wears his uniform properly.

Exo High at Interview.

Anonymous said:If you haven’t already got this request can I have an exo version of the ‘got7 being high in an interview’ cuz that was hilarious I spent a good 10 mins laughing… :)


Suho: It’s hard asl to keep his eyes open right now, without looking like he having a mini stroke.

Originally posted by irpsychotic

Chen: Do I have to say much? 

Originally posted by purpleuhan

Xiumin: It seems like he is really focused, but in reality he faded asf😂, have no fucking clue what is being said right now.

Originally posted by imemegines

Lay: He done boonk gang everybody microphone.

Originally posted by luhaven

Meanwhile these two faded ass fools:

Originally posted by goldenblackantler

Originally posted by panpan07

Baekhyun: Host: “No god, please keep your shirt on” Him: “This Baekhub now bitches”

Originally posted by ohsehons

Chanyeol: He’s way different from the others, he’s more like a kid when he’s high.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

Sehun: Ya know every simple, little ass, irrelevant thing is fucking hilarious at the moment. 

Originally posted by sebaeked


anonymous asked:

Alright, that's Dark and Will checked off from the list, now...we need Anti's backstory!...JACK YOU BEST BE PAYING ATTENTION TO THIS!!!

I even made a post saying something along those lines, but honestly, let’s not pressure Jack into doing something he doesn’t want to or can’t do.

WKM took WEEKS and MONTHS to finish. The final product is probably (in my opinion) one of the greatest series on the entire channel, and took SO much time, effort, and more effort by many, many people to complete.

Now, we do have hints that Anti’s backstory is indeed tragic. Many hints, if you look close enough, but Jack keeps a tight lid on his personal views of Anti b/c he enjoys seeing OUR views, theories, and guesses with the character.

To have it all laid out for us in a video may ruin the mystery, and WKM was so brilliant to show the setup and not revealing/ confirming til the last scene that it was an origin story. Expecting Jack to pull off something similar to WKM isn’t fair to him- I’m not saying he CAN’T someday do it, but don’t underestimate the amount of effort it took to plan, shoot, and edit WKM in the first place.

Now do I want more info to be hinted or even shown to us dealing with Anti’s own origins/ backstory? Heck yeah.

But at the same time, I kinda like not knowing, the ambiguity of it is still intriguing- and I enjoy seeing everyone’s theories while there are no canon answers (at least… not yet).

still working on my fic but here’s the start of it if you wanna read it for some reason

Third Person View

Liam fell on the floor panting for breath, eyes flashing red as he passed out cold, the medusa like creature crumbled into dust as Corey watched as Mason run over to Liam quickly checking him over. He walked over to the fellow chimera standing against the wall watching the whole ordeal unfold

“Theo…” Corey said softly to the chimera who he had grown to share a close bond with after he had returned from the skinwalkers hell.

Theo glared at the werechameleon before sighing

“You know what this means right?” He asks Corey before looking at Liam concern hiding below his false look of calm.

“What does what mean?” Corey asks confused “I mean Liam could be hurt why aren’t you worried?

Theo shakes his head laughing softly “He’ll be fine Corey.”

“How do you know?”

Theo paused for a minute before saying “Didn’t you see his eyes?.”

Corey looked at the young wolf confused “what do you mean?”

Theo sighs “His eyes, They were red.”

Corey blinked confused “how? he’s a beta.” he points out and looks at Theo

Theo smirked lightly “not anymore.”

Originally posted by thiam-cb

anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the prompt list, cherik, #38?

Always accepting prompts (outside of prompt list or from prompt list)!!!!!

Charles lifts himself out of his wheelchair and onto his bed. “Hello, Erik,” he says when he hears the sliding of his window open and close.

“I can’t do anything right,” he groans, plopping face down onto the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Erik shakes his head. “Erik, you’ve done a lot of things right.”

“No I haven’t,” he mutters into the sheets.

Charles sighs and starts running his fingers through Erik’s hair. “I’m sure there’s at least one thing you’ve done right.”

Erik looks up at him, a small smile on his face. “If I did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you.”

“There you go,” Charles beams and kisses him sweetly on the lips.

chiaroscuroverse  asked:

Nine/Rose, 36 ;)

“I don’t,” Rose begins, and the Doctor looks up from his book. Rose is standing at the door of the library, worrying the hem of her sleep shirt, and biting her lip. The Doctor reaches up and takes off his wire-rimmed glasses, setting them on top of the closed cover his book. 

“You don’t what?” He asks, and Rose lets her shirt hem drop, before purposefully moving into the library. The Doctor shifts over to allow her to sink down beside him on the couch. Rose settles gingerly, drawing her feet up until she can hug herself around her calves, chin resting on her knees. 

The Doctor looks her over with a critical eye, noting that she’s a bit paler than usual and that her eyes are almost over-bright. Something is wrong. 

“I don’t want to be alone right now,” she says, mumbling into her knees. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I just…” Rose trails off, and looks up at him from underneath her lashes, sooty with leftover mascara and then breaks his gaze and looks down at her knees again. “I’m sorry,” she says, “I’ll go. I didn’t mean to disturb you–” 

“Now wait, just a minute,” the Doctor protests, reaching out to keep her from getting up. Rose looks up again, and this time he catches her eyes with his. “Tell me, Rose,” he says (pleads, that’s pleading he’s doing, says the voice in his head, but the Doctor ignores it). 

“It’s stupid,” Rose says, but the Doctor shakes his head. 

“I promise it’s not,” he says, and takes a hold of one of her hands. Her fingers are like ice. 

“I had a nightmare,” Rose mumbles, and the Doctor nods. 

“D’you– do you want to talk about it?” the Doctor asks, and Rose shakes her head. “Okay.” The Doctor watches her for a moment before speaking again. She has an oddly hunted look about her, and he notices that she keeps glancing around the room, her eyes snagging on the shadowed corners. The Doctor comes to a decision. 

He begins to tell her about the book he’s reading, keeping his voice to a low rumble. He talks about the plot, about the character development, about what he thinks might happen next. Soon enough, Rose has curled into his side, her head pillowed on his thigh, and her hand gripping his knee. Her eyes are shut, and the Doctor risks smoothing her hair from her face, before picking up his book, and settling his glasses back onto his nose. 

He’ll just have to finish the book now, so he can tell her about the rest in the morning. 

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble!

Chill Out

Originally posted by supermerwholocked2893

“Dude, you so need to chill out,” you say, chucking the ball at the wall of the boat and snatching it out of the air before it even comes close to the shaggy Asian behind you.

Kevin just gives you a glare (that still manages to look attractive) and hugs the tablet to his chest. “You’re the one that needs to chill out,” he hisses. “You’re bouncing off the walls, practically!”

“That’s because the only daylight I’ve seen has been out the window of this gringy boat.”

“Stop eating so much sugar!”

“Let me go out!”

“I don’t want you to be here any more than you do!” he yells. “You’re just the reminder that I’m a walking target!”

“There’s no guarantee you’re gonna die,” you roll your eyes. “I’m just backup in case you do.” Just looking at the squiggly writing on the ‘Angel Tablet’, as your boatmate calls it, makes you feel ill. You can’t understand how he can translate it but, according to those jackass hunters, you’ll gain the ability when Kevin snuffs it.

In response, he pulls the curtain around his small space and huffs. You can hear him plugging his earphones into his laptop.

Your hand’s hardly touched the boat door when he’s pulling his sheet back and snapping at you, “Don’t. Even. Think about it.”

You groan, flopping your head back in disappointment. “Dude! Just let me take a jog or something!”

“The next prophets have all been tagged by Crowley,” he just says. “No way.”

You’ve had it with this skinny Asian dude and his ‘prophet of the Lord’ bullcrap talk.

“I’m an atheist!” you explode. “I don’t believe in any… any of this!” You wrench open the door and sprint outside.

In your haste, you’d forgotten your shoes, but when you hear the slap of feet behind you, undoubtedly belonging to that wanker Kevin, you start to sprint away, a laugh bubbling from your chest.

“Y/n, stop being a baby!” he yells. “This isn’t funny!” You can hear the laughter in his voice, though.

You’re sure you’re a funny sight—a short girl with uncombed hair, socks but no shoes, running away from a taller Asian guy dressed in a similar hoodie yelling profanities at you. No one stops your small procession, though, and for the first time in a while you’re finally feeling winded. This is a different kind of winded than doing some jumping jacks or pushups. This is honest-to-whoever, actually-running winded.

“Okay,” you wheeze, skidding to a stop in a grassy park. You can still barely see the boat in the distance but you covered an impressive amount of ground for a girl who’s been holed up for forever.

Kevin catches up to you quickly, also wheezing, and he doesn’t stop in time. He barrels right into you (maybe that was his plan, though) and the two of you topple over onto the grass.

“Dude, you sank the ship you’re working on to kill the captain,” you groan as he clutches at his stomach (you’d elbowed him with annoyance). The fresh air is bringing a flush to your cheeks. Just now you see how pale the two of you had gotten. “You have to admit this is more fun than sitting in that old boat and doing nothing, though.”

“Maybe this… could happen again,” he says hesitantly. The low timbre of his voice makes your knees weak and just now you’re noticing how you two are a tangled jumble of limbs and how on earth does the boy smell like mint; you’re pretty sure you smell like sweat and chocolate—


Kevin’s voice breaks through your thoughts like a flashlight through the fog.

“Why don’t you like me?” you ask bluntly.

From the moment you’d arrived with the jackass brothers who have an abnormal amount of sexual tension between them for people who claim to be ‘brothers’, the boy had glared at you and seemingly just resented you.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you snap, extracting yourself from the tangle. “You’ve hated me for no reason since I’ve arrived and I’ve done absolutely nothing to you!”

“Wait—what?” you hear him splutter behind you but you’re marching away, angry at your treacherous heart that’s screaming at you to kiss him while your head says that he’s an asshole who doesn’t have time for anyone but himself.

When you arrive at the boat, you slam the door behind you but it doesn’t shut fully—the shitty Asian’s caught it.

“Wait, y/n!” he grabs your arm and you whirl around, stumbling over your feet, and somehow the two of you are falling backwards onto your bed which is much bigger than Kevin’s.

And then suddenly your lips are on his lips.

And neither of you are pulling away.

And it’s just going on, and on, and on, and on.

Kevin breaks the kiss to stare at you, half-lidded. Somehow you’re straddling him even though it feels like you’ve only been kissing for two hours and half a second.

“Was I that much of a jackass?” he asks lowly.

Heat pools in your stomach. “Yeah,” you admit, wiggling your hips for a bit of friction.

Kevin’s hand clamps down on your waist. “Stop.” His voice is tight and angry. “Just—don’t.”

You stare at him in surprise. That’s the voice he uses when the two of you are bickering (though you’d always considered it your form of flirting).

“I don’t want to—you know,” he says, voice apologetic. “Not unless you do.”

“Wanna hear a secret?” you ask shyly. “This isn’t my first time. It’s my second.” It’s not like you’re a slut or anything, you’re far from it. The first time had been with your boyfriend of three years and friend of six. You hadn’t expected him to move three months later, but these things can hardly be helped.

You see a variety of emotions pass Kevin’s face and immediately you flush. “I’m sorry.” You slide off his lap. “I mean, I’ve only done it once but if you want a virgin that’s all right, I mean, I hope you don’t think I’m a slut now—”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I have absolutely no idea what to do except from pornos and—”

“Oh, is that why the translating is taking so long?” you tease as he grabs your wrist and slowly pulls you back in between his legs. The slight bulge presses against your thigh.

“No, mostly because I can’t stop staring at your tight ass,” Kevin says softly and then the two of you are smashing your faces together and to anyone else it might seem messy, animal-like even, but to the both of you it’s heaven.

Then somehow you’ve changed positions so that you’re on the bed now but missing your pants and Kevin’s on his knees between them, doing something with his mouth that’s just sinly.

“Oh my God Kev,” you groan as his tongue dips into your folds, arousal making you throb with need.

“I know,” he whispers and the rumble makes you fall backwards onto the bed, fingers digging deep into his silky hair.

He starts to suck on your clit as two fingers plunge inside you, curling and making your back arch. You’re practically vibrating now with need and when you squint your eyes you can see that Kevin’s hands are slowly jacking himself off as he sticks his tongue deep inside you and just sucks.


“Well, no wonder it’s been taking so long for you to translate the damn tablet if this is what you two’ve been doing all this time.”

“Sam! Dean?” Kevin sits straight upright as do you and immediately sits inbetween your legs so they can’t see you undressed (the perfect gentleman).

“Welll, we were bringing you barbecue but it looks like you’re right in the middle of eating,” the shorter one speaks up.

“Dean!” the taller one elbows him.

“Well, enjoy your meal, Kev,” ‘Dean’ says with a suggestive eyebrow tilt and they two of them duck out of the boat quickly.

You look at the boy in your lap. “Well, that was such a moodkiller. What kind of barbecue’d they get?”

leavemysonalone  asked:

Have a little something cute! JoSeb - Sharing a Umbrella ☔️

@leavemysonalone uhhhh not quite “cute” but touching, hopefully?? :D;;; 

Joseph wiped off his glasses, not that it helped.  He was drenched head to toe, the coat over his shoulders no shelter.  All he could do was sit and watch the blood drip into the gutter while patrol cars cast red and blue neon against the slick pavement. Suspect down, they were saying. Suspect down, case closed.  Well done, Oda.  He wanted to be sick.

The rain stopped.  Joseph frowned, and when he looked up, Sebastian was standing over him with an umbrella.  An offered hand pulled him up and gave him balance.

“C'mon,” Sebastian said.  "I’ll take you home.“

anonymous asked:

Do you or any of your followers have recommendations for a good siddur for someone who barely reads Hebrew and is in the process of converting?

Hi anon! 

So, I think it kind of depends on what your goals are for using the siddur. If you’re looking to get one to familiarize yourself with it for services - well, first of all, talk to your rabbi about just checking one out of your shul library! If you really want your own copy, however, make sure you get the exact one that your congregation uses, or very close. It should at least be from the same branch, anyway. 

If, however, you’re looking to do daily davening, readings for the holidays, etc., I would definitely say to talk to your rabbi about what would be most appropriate for your branch/level of observance. On the other hand, if you’re converting in a liberal branch and want to do more traditional observances on your own, I’d recommend seeing if your shul library has other siddurim you can look at for comparison, and/or see if anyone at your shul that you’re friends with would be willing to bring theirs and let you look at it. 

In my studies so far, I started out with the Reform siddur (although a previous edition - do be aware that current editions are often quite expensive!) and realized I did not like it for davening at home. I considered getting a Conservative siddur, but to be honest, the one our traditional minyan uses is really confusing and difficult to read unless you’re davening from the Hebrew already. 

Since then, I’ve just been saving up for a decent hardback Artscroll siddur, and in the meantime, I’ve been using printed pages from Kakatuv to daven shacharit. Honestly, using the Kakatuv sheets has helped my Hebrew soooooooooooo much because they do in-line translation and transliteration. 

Good luck, and let me know if you need any more help! 

actually-nerdderek  asked:

4 + sterek?

4) Who initiates the forehead touch™?

Stiles does. see, Derek has a very strong tendency to avoid eye contact when he’s feeling vulnerable or guilty. this is one way for Stiles to keep him from closing off like that, his way of saying “don’t look away from me, i’m right here for you and i’m not going anywhere.”

send me a ship and a number!


There’s a lot of discorse about the new season and that’s understandable BUT I want you guys to look at something with me for a second. 

 I wanna talk about Keith and Lance. We all know Keith’s going through a lot, the blade of marmora is convincing him his own life matters less than the mission, that if he died it would just be for the greater good of the cause. So he’s pulling away, trying to make it so that Voltron doesn’t need him so that he could be… disposable. 

So Keith talks to Shiro and tries to get him to go back to being the black paladin. And *cough cough* fake *cough* Shiro tells him to buckle the heck up and stop whining and just be the black paladin. He doesn’t see, in that moment just what Keith is trying to do. So he gets mad. 

This is a face of pure dissapointment in Shiro. And Keith sees it. He really sees it, and feels it too. But he doesnt know what to do about it.

He’s the lone wolf, right? He doesn’t know how to function in a team properly. In the B.O.M he’s much more independant. Yes, he gets orders and people he goes on with missions but if you really watch most of those missions involve very little teamwork. 

So Keith is pulling away, but at the same time he’s getting the rejection from everyone in the team that’s pushing him away. When he shows up late in the begining of episode one Hunk, Pidge and Lance are super pissed at him, right? 


No, go back and look at Lance. He’s not angry. He’s worried. 

Yeah, he says “Are you even taking this seriously?” But think about it. Keith is someone who throws himself into missions. He takes everything he does seriously and he puts a 100% of himself into what he does. He doesn’t half ass things, and it pays off. He gets results. 

Lance is used to seeing Keith do well. At the Garrison he was top of the class, when he was still with Voltron he usually spent his free time training. And now, all of a sudden he’s late to missions, falling behind while he’s the leader. 

Not only that but remember this scene? 

 Again,everyone looks super pissed right? No look at Lance. 

And remember the dialogue? 

Allura:You keep saying you’re sorry but your actions say otherwise. Do you realise that your actions put the entire team in jeoprady? 
Lance: And not Just the team but the refugees too. 

and again, look at his face as he says it. 

He’s not angry. He’s confused there. Think about it. What did Keith tell Pidge when she tried to leave? That other people’s lives were at stake if she left. Keith cares about the people he’s out there protecting. Lance understands that this is not how Keith normally is. 

We know that they got closer in season 3 with Lance opening up to Keith and all and you might even call them friends. Sure he’s not as close as (the real) Shiro is to Keith, but he’s close enough to see Keith isn’t himself. 

But what if… what if Keith did open up. 

I get that this might be somewhat of a reach BUT if you watch Keith’s vlog, it’s very likely he wasn’t alone when he filmed it (he looks like he’s talking to someone off camera. but also tells them to get them out of there. Not only that but the camera turns off and from how emotional he got and the way he was walking its unlikely he turned it off and if you watch Allura’s vlog, she definitely gets closer to turn it off). Now my first thought would be that seeming it’s tech related it would be likely that Pidge would be with him. 

But it doesn’t seem like something that Pidge would be into. Sitting and making vlogs with the paladins. Not her style. 

Okay so maybe Coran? He was the first to upload a vlog, and the camera might be some castle gear? Sounds reasonable enough. But why only be there for Keith’s vlog? Allura was definitely alone during her’s. Also, I dont see them having the kind of bond where Keith would say any of that to Coran. No offense Space unc, we love you. 

OKAY so not Coran or Pidge… so maybe Allura? 

No, the bond isn’t strong enough. As someone who is pretty similar to Keith in defense mechanisms, I don’t see him trusting her to a point where he’s this open with her especially after what happened the last time he opened up about his Galra identity. 

(We all know where I’m going with this, but for argument’s sake; I will keep going. Feel free to skip ahead.) 

Okay so Hunk maybe? He has the tech know-how and stood up for Keith during the whole Galra thing. Even if he did tease him a little… Okay but even then they haven’t really had much bonding since then. I suppose it’s possible if Keith was feeling particularly vulnerable and whatever. But… Would Hunk really bother Keith to make a vlog? and would Keith ask Hunk to help with a vlog? 

It doesn’t really seem in character. Yes, they’re closer but still… not close enough. 

So that leaves Shiro and Lance. First, lets look at why I don’t think it’s Shiro. 

As we know Shiro is someone Keith looks up to. He’s always extremely respectful towards him and it shows in his facial expressions and way of speaking. 

but then look at this; 

Thats not a face Keith would make at Shiro.

You know who he does make faces like that at? 

L A N C E 

So lets think about this. Does Lance have the tech know how? Well he’s always stealing Pidge’s shit so I’mma go ahead and say, yeah to that one. Allura seems equally technically inclined as Lance, so seeming she has no trouble with it that makes sense. 

And even if Keith didn’t ask Lance to help him with his vlog, you know what does seem Lance like? Suggesting Keith makes a vlog. 

So lets asume here, for a moment that Lance knows about Keith’s abandonment issues. That would explain why he looks so worried in the screenshot from before, right? He knows Keith is feeling rejected by his team and he knows that Keith’s behaviour has changed since he started working more with the blade. 

But while they got closer in season 3, and Lance has a better understanding of Keith now, I also think Keith was eager to put some distance between them after that outburst. So he starts working with the blade a lot, right? Meaning Lance hardly sees him. 

So they take a few steps back in their friendship.

And then Kolivan calls Keith to a mission that they all know will be dangerous and look at Lance’s face. 

Yes, you could read it as Lance not wanting his spotlight gone BUT remember that Lance isn’t as shallow as he seems at first glance. He’s not the loverboy he pretends to be and few realise it, but he masks a lot of his emotions. 

Yes, Lance thrives on attention. But do you really think that he would prioritise a show over a mission that could give them a great boost in power? No, this isn’t about the show, this goes deeper. He’s worried. He’s worried about Keith. 

He doesn’t want him to go. He needs him around. But he cant tell him that. Especially not in front of everyone. 

So what does Lance do? 

He makes a stupid argument, its not much, but it’s all he’s got. “We can’t razzle dazzle the crowd with four lions.” 
We need you, I need you. Thats what he’s trying to say. 

And Keith refuses. 

So Lance has that same expression. He’s looking at Shiro in dissbelief this time because he can’t believe he’s letting him go. 

So what we’ve established thus far is the following; 

-Lance definitely feels closer to Keith than he used to. 
-Lance was probably there during Keith’s vlog.
-Lance isn’t as straight forward as people think he is. 
-There’s probably some distance between them right now. 
-Lance has noticed Keith’s change in behaviour. 

So with all that in mind, do you really think Lance doesn’t see that Keith is in a bad place. He knows something is up. He can feel Keith pulling and he’s trying to tell him that they need him around but he doesn’t know how to say it. And then… then Keith tells them he’s leaving. 

yeah, everyone looks sad, but look at Lance. He looks deep in thought. What do you think he’s thinking? He just realised he lost Keith. And he gets it. Suddenly it all makes sense. Keith more or less reforced the bond between Black and Shiro and he was acting strange, showing up late. This is what’s been up with Keith and Lance finally figure out that this whole time, he was losing Keith. 

But he gives it one last try. 

Who am I going to make fun of? 

It’s so much more than a playfull jab. Think about it. Really think about it. 

“Who am I going to make fun of?”

Who am I gonna talk to? 

Don’t go. 


“A great man is largely forgotten by the public. He doesn’t stand on top of a mountain waving a flag saying, “Look at me—I’m a great man.” A great man often disappears into the ether. Hardly anyone notices that he was even there, apart from his family and close friends. He was reliable. He showed up. He was there. He was useful where he could be. He made mistakes. Tried to make better of those mistakes. Doesn’t mean you have to cure cancer or understand the theory of relativity. It’s not necessarily as rock-and-roll or as cool as you might think. Part of being a great man is accepting that. To dare to be average and normal is actually a pathway to becoming a great man. To have more humility. To accept responsibility more. To just get on with what’s in front of your face. And to leave no fucking indelible mark of your ever being here, apart from the fact that you were there for your family to the best of your ability. It’s not an easy task. I’ll probably fuck it up.”

Happy 40th Birthday, Tommy Hardy!  September 15th, 1977 

After the dust settles Stiles sees Jackson and Ethan standing close together, fingers intertwined. He sees Scott and Malia hugging, Theo and Liam with their heads close together. His dad, Melissa, and Argent huddled together, arms around each other. Everyone is with the people they love, everyone but him. 

He doesn’t look for Lydia. 

“Derek?” Stiles says quietly. He saw the look of horror on Derek’s face when he had to face the Jennifer shaped thing, he knows that Derek has trauma that runs deep. 

Derek looks up at him from his seat on the floor, “Why aren’t you in with everyone celebrating? We won.”

“Why aren’t you,” Stiles counters, sinking to the floor next to Derek and takes a deep breath before he flips his hand over and sets it palm up on Derek’s knee. 

For a moment Derek does nothing, but then he takes Stiles hand in his and links their fingers together. 

“I didn’t really feel like celebrating, Beacon Hills isn’t somewhere that makes me feel like I won anything,” Derek admits quietly, so quietly that if Stiles hadn’t been inches from him he’d had missed it.

“I get that,” Stiles nods, “If it weren’t for, dad I’d never come back.”

“What about Scott, Lydia?” Derek asks. They’re even closer now, Derek’s breath is warm on Stiles’ face. Stiles shrugs and Derek says, “If it wasn’t for you I’d never come back.”

And then there isn’t any space between them. The kiss is soft and chaste. There’s time later for more kisses, for heat and passion, this kiss is gentle and healing. 

“I’m glad you finally figured it out,” Lydia says and they break apart, hands still linked, “It took you long enough.”

“I-” Stiles starts, but Lydia cuts him off. 

“I’m glad you’re happy Stiles, you’re my best friend, that’s all I ever wanted,” Lydia says and smiled at them, “I think I’m going to go find my mom. We can finally start to plan our cross country road trip to get all my stuff to MIT.”

“Hey Lydia,” Stiles calls out, “Thank you.”

“See you around Stiles,” She says, her heels clacking as she walks away. 

“I’m starving,” Stiles says finally, breaking the calm quiet around them.

“I could eat,” Derek stands up, helping Stiles to his feet, never breaking contact.

They hold hands all the way to the Jeep, then all the way to the 24 hour diner in Beacon Valley. They only stop so that they can eat because “As much as I like holding your hand I like pancakes more.”

“So romantic,” Derek laughs, eating his burger, never taking his eyes off Stiles. 

bts scenario: learning korean

i changed this a little, so i hope you don’t mind. also, this is honestly so cute, learning a language for someone else is just so sweet in my eyes and aw aw. anyway, i hope you enjoy! 

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jin: jin softly shut the door behind him as he walked into the quiet house. “babe?” you were sat at a desk, headphones in your ears. jin quietly peaked over your shoulder and tried to take a glance at what you were looking at. ‘한국어’ the title of the worksheet read, which made jin’s eyes widen. leaning forward, jin placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your neck as he pointed to the correct answer. “i can’t believe your learning korean,” jin said. you shyly shrugged your shoulders, “i want to learn it. for you.”

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yoongi: “is that korean?” the sound of yoongi’s voice behind you made you jump in your chair as your frantically tried to cover your work. yoongi laughed at your flustered expression, “baby don’t be shy,” he smirked, “i think it’s cute that you’re learning korean, now you’ll understand my dirty talk.” yoongi’s mouth came close to your ear as he whispered, “세게.” your face turned red at his words, “yoongi!” he let out a chuckle, “that’s what you’ll be saying later.” 

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hoseok: hoseok had been cleaning the room when he came across a stack of papers haphazardly thrown on your desk. humming lightly, he flipped over the papers only to be met with big letter that read ‘korean alphabet’. hoseok’s eyes skidded over the paper as you, unknowingly to him, walked in the room. “hobi!” you yelled as you saw him looking at your paper, “don’t read those!” hoseok smiled sheepishly, “too late!” “it was supposed to be a gift!” you frowned. “you’re already a gift babe.” 

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namjoon: namjoon smiled brightly as he heard your voice through the closed door, “an… annyeo…” your pronunciation was terrible, but in no way was he going to tell you that. “annyeonghaseyo,” namjoon said with a smirk as he walked into the room. “hey!” you shouted as you pouted, crossing your arms, “i’m really trying here.” namjoon chuckled, “i know baby, you’re so cute.” a flush took over your face and neck as namjoon sat down next to you, helping you with your pronunciations. 

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jimin: “jiminnnnnnn,” you complained as you reached another hard problem on your korean worksheet. “yes babe?” jimin tried not to smile as you got increasingly more and more frustrated with the language. “why is korean so difficult.” jimin chuckled, “well i-.” you cut him off, “yes jimin, we know english is a dumb language that makes no sense but i just can’t figure this out!” jimin placed a light kiss on your cheek, “it’s okay babe, here, let me help.”

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taehyung: “you have to start with writing the important things,” taehyung said as he took the pen from your hand writing ‘김태형’. you rolled your eyes, “your name isn’t on my list of need to know words, tae.” taehyung fake gasped, placing his hand over his heart. “i beg to differ,” he huffed, “but hey at least you can read it!” you laughed, “of course i know how to write your name taehyung, it was the first thing i learned.” “see i am important!”

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jungkook: “why the hell is your name so hard to write,” was the first thing you said when jungkook walked through the door after practice. “well hello to you too,” jungkook chuckled at the frustrated look on your face, “here let me see.” you passed your paper shyly to jungkook who laughed at your awful writing. “don’t laugh!” jungkook took the pencil from your hand before writing down his name ‘전정국’. “fuck off you fluent piece of shit.”

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so I saw this post (x) and I was like, wait a second, Barry’s lighting that gas on fire by moving his fingers? How fast is Barry moving?

If you look closely, there’s a label that says that the gas is propane, which has a molar mass of 44.10 g/mol, a specific heat of 1.67 J/g*K, and autoignites at 743 K. So, Barry has to be moving, at the minimum, fast enough to reach 743 K.

So, let’s say he’s igniting 1 mole of propane (there’s really no way to measure the mass by watching) and that the room temperature is a standard 298 K. With Q=mcΔt, we have:

Q = (44.10 g)(1.67 J/g*K)(743 K - 298 K)

Q = 32772.915 J or 32772.915 kg*m^2*s^-2

Then, we have the total thermal energy from Barry’s two fingers moving! So, to find the velocity, I used 1/2mv^2=Q. For the mass of a human finger, I used 100 g since that was the first result from google. I use 1/2mv^2 twice, one for each finger’s movement:

½(0.1 kg)v^2 + ½(0.1 kg)v^2 = 32772.915 kg*m^2*s^-2

(0.1 kg)v^2 = 32772.915 kg*m^2*s^-2

v^2 = 327729.15 m^2*s^-2

v= 572.4763313885 m/s

Then, I converted the velocity to miles per hour:

572.4763313885 m/s * 60 s/min * 60 min/hour * 0.000621371 mile/m = 1280.5926858403 miles per hour

Barry snapped his fingers at, at the least, 1280 miles per hour or Mach 1.68. To put that into perspective, he had to run straight for 5.3 miles in season 1 to reach Mach 1.1 so he could supersonic punch Tony Woodward.

That’s one fast snap.

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!

“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.


Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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Imagine Jack spilling to you what Dean thinks, and practically feels, of you when he reads his mind.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” Dean raised a hand, stopping Jack from drinking his beer “How old do you think you are?” he asked, mouth half full as you and Sam shared a look.

“Uh 3 days, 17 hours and 42 minutes.” Jack replied precisely to the question and seeing the look on Dean’s face almost made you choke on your own drink. It was priceless to say the least. Barely at four days old and the young man had already outsassed the older Winchester, well this was going to be fun. Dean just shook his head and took a sip of his beer, Jack watching closely and doing the same at the exact almost moment.

“So-” Jack cleared his throat, looking at you “You are my aunt, right?”

“Uh well-” you smiled “Was, actually. I’m no longer an angel, I fell and after building a vessel things happened and… there is no angel mojo in me anymore. So I am practically human.”

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~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART TWELVE

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“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.

Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”

Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”

“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”

“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.

“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed. 

“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue. 

Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.” 

You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”

You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.

“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell. 

“Tell me what?”

You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”

Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder. 

“How can you say that? She is.”

“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”

“Not since I got her number but–”

“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.

“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”

“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

“What are you saying?”

“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”

Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?

He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.

Then, your phone dinged.

All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark. 

Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?

Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.

“There. Now you know,” Jimin said. 

“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.

“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.

You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all. 

“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back. 

“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”

“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”

“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”

It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing. 

And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.

“You–you were?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.

“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.

“In a heartbeat.”

“I–I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”


Part 13???👀(now that you’ll have to wait until possibly tmm forrrr)

The Wake of War


So.” Stiles drops back against the side of the Jeep, elbows braced and spine sinking slow against the dusty blue metal. Derek’s hovering a few feet away, at the edge of the lot, not quite ready to vanish into the night but not prepared to join with the rest of the group, either.

He needs their voices, maybe, to block out the ones in his head.

“Looks like I saved your ass again,” Stiles is saying, flashing him a crooked grin. He looks warm and bright like the rest of them, a glow of victory dancing around him that can’t quite seep into Derek’s bones. “What’s the count, now? ‘Cause I think I’m getting pretty close to earning a victory ride in that sweet new Camaro.”

Derek’s lips twitch, a snort slipping out.

“I seem to recall saving you last time.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this. At best, that was a tie.” Stiles looks so smug Derek can’t bring himself to argue, and maybe that’s the reason Stiles’ grin falls. His eyes go soft, flitting over Derek’s frame.

“I’m glad you’re ok, man. …I mean, as nice as it would have been to have my very own, hot guy lawn ornament––”

“Why did I look at her?”

He doesn’t mean to say it; flinches at his own words. His hands are too-tight fists he stretches straight with an effort, and when he looks at Stiles again the bright expression’s gone, replaced by tension and an edge of a grimace he’s trying to fight down.

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Originally posted by jengkook

❝ The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.❞

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