it seems the only way i can actually keep this place going

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.

Keep reading

Sun signs according to people I’ve met

Aries

Usually very motivated and energetic, they have a really strong aura around them. I admire them a lot, they seem like cool people and may seem intimidating but are super nice in person! Protective of their loved ones. Goals in terms of swag and athleticism they got. Teach me how to carry myself like you please.


Taurus

The cutest, most amazing (even if a bit stubborn) friends. Best partners for getting food or watching a movie together. Taurus boys are my cryptonite, Taurus girls are the loves of my life. They are very much real in a sense of being human. Sensual, chill and true, really “earthy”. Fake isn’t in their vocabulary. Seriously I know quite a few Tauruses and I love them all to death. Only problem is when we disagree on something major, neither will back down from the argument.


Gemini

I always lowkey hate on them, but they aren’t all that bad; Conversations with them are the most fun, and when I am with them I never get bored; I know a lot of male Gemini’s and no female ones sadly; in general they are nice people but usually fuckboys. Probably wouldn’t date one (but flirting with them is a lot of fun). Good sense of humour.


Cancer

Being a Cancer myself I tend to be drawn to a specific type of Cancer females on social media. Those are the The Moms, their entire vibe is really soft and warm and motherly but also protective and strong. We will cook you dinner because we love you. We are good cooks in general. Foul mouths and will fight you any time. Pretend to be edgy, but we usually aren’t. Crying over our partner (or lack of) all the damn time but usually in private.


Leo

Ughh. Leo females are okay but Leo males? They annoy me to no end and I always bicker with them, but at the same time they are usually really charming so :/. Lowkey hate them and their inflated ego but they are good friends which I appreciate. Loud and sooo in your face but loyal and can take you to the most bizarre and amazing places. Overall infuriating 0/10 do not recommend. (Jk)


Virgo

Okay, so I am biased, but Virgos are literally perfect human beings. They are smart, logical, neat and polished and just ugh. Especially females are really classic beauties with killer fashion sense. Overall all genders seem to have a feminine vibe? It’s sooo hard to get them even remotely interested in you but it’s worth it in the end. Can push you to be the best version of yourself. They can literally step on me. Heart eyes motherfucker.


Libra

Oookay, so. Libras are weird, man. It’s hard to dislike them, because they can be so nice but you never know if they are real nice or fake nice. Seems like usually fake tho. They are super gorgeous, in a very luxurious way and their lives are the true aesthetics. First impression is that they are pretty shallow, but I wouldn’t assume that about people without knowing them.


Scorpio

Damn I love Scorpios! Deep af, people I can talk to about my deepest thoughts, discussing occult stuff, cry on their shoulders or just hug it all out m8. I feel super comfortable with them. Best partners for planning an assassination on your ex (or Trump) tbh. Aesthetics on point as well. I am living for that mysterious grunge shit vibe. You go my bros.


Sagittarius

Don’t hate me for this, but the only sign I usually cannot stand to keep close are Sags. They are amazing conversationalists with the sharpest minds out there and interesting points of view. Talking to them about basically any topic can take hours and not get boring, and you could take them for an adventure for a week and it would be the best choice. But longterm relationship or friendship? Nah. I do not trust.


Capricorn

I have a lot of Capricorn women in my life and I admire them so much. They are so hardworking, punctual and they sacrifice themselves for their loved ones everyday, in every way. Also their love is so good and true, damn. The Cap stereotype is that they are bad with feelings but I strongly disagree. One of the most amazing signs out there. Protect them and treasure them.


Aquarius

Aw my favourite aliens. Just kidding. They are often misunderstood I think, but they are actually super cool. They are not afraid of being different and that’s a really admirable trait imo. Also the best partners for sharing your conspiracy theories with. If you feel like they just walked all over you, they probably didn’t mean it, they just don’t realize it sometimes? The most interesting people to keep around, if you can tolerate their cold exterior.


Pisces

Damn you Pisces. Why you all gotta be so unpredictable. I know a great deal of Pisces people and each of them is so different, it is simply impossible to categorize them in any way lol. My brother is a confident social butterfly. One of my friends is an aesthetics grunge queen with a lot of sadness inside. My other friend is pretty shy and introverted with a lot of super weird quirks (probably the only one fitting the usual Pisces category). Another one is a typical nerd who is however pretty choleric and fake on the inside. And another one was the spawn of satan and literally the ugliest and most selfish person I know. What even are Pisces lmao.

A cry for help: The Arch of Steven’s Mental Health.

Brace people, this is kind of dark. Honestly, the only wild ride I’ve been seeing in SU is Steven’s deteriorating mental health and self perception. He’s only 14, he’s been asked to be way too mature for his age, and some insane expectations are placed upon him- most likely accidentally- by his elders. That he’s in some way the person fated to continue his mother’s work (even if no one has told him what it was, exactly), that he is his mother, and therefore he’s to blame for all the shit she did, and no one has told him otherwise (i mean, Bismuth did, but we all know what happened there). Of course Steven’s not to blame on this. As much as I love Greg and the Gems, a lot of Steven’s current mental caos is on them too. They did the best they could with what they had, but when raising a kid and dealing with a teen, that’s often not enough.

So, we can examine Steven’s character AS IT IS NOW, with some specific factors:

  • Teenagerhood: We’ve all been- some of you are- there. Steven is 14, as I said, those years are chaotic, confusing and weird, you’re figuring yourself and your identity, slowly coming to terms with the changes in your life and body and starting to discover what you want of life. And that’s without being your own mother and having the impending end of the world on your shoulders, just imagine what teenager years will do to someone as kind and traumatized as Steve(v.Book 7 Harry). Of course he’s bottling everything up and not trusting anyone, he’s in a confusing period while the world is demanding him to keep a straight face and a clear mind, of course he developed unhealthy coping mechanis, which brings me to:

  •  Missplaced guilt and Individuality: The big, mayor issue I see here is Steven subconsciously crying for help in the form of “this mess is all my (my mother’s) fault, it’s my sole responsability to fix it haha”, and NO ONE is fucking correcting him. Steven developed this fixation with self sacrificing because he lost himself at some poin. Not hard to do being a teen with horrible expectations hanging over you, but somewhere along the road, Steven kind of gave up trying to assert his own identity actively and settled for being a less messy extention of his mother. He seems to have embraced the whole “i’m my mom” narrative, and thinks the only way to repair his mom’s awful mistakes (hang on with that one) is to offer himself as a scape goat for all the pain she has caused. That way, he kills two birds with a stone: Offers reparations and saves the earth, AND puts and end to Roses’ existence and shenanigans.
    The Steven we’ve been seeing lately is packed with self blaming and self loathing, between thinking of himself as a less-than version of his mother, and the heir to all of her consequences. He knows he isn’t like her in the good ways, but he’s started to think he is like her in all the bad ones.

Originally posted by badpearlasrepressednerd

  • Distorted Perception: Steven’s judgement is clouded. He’s his own unreliable narrator. He’s not being able to process things objectively (or as close as one can get to actual objectivity), and I think the gems really should step in here. He keeps getting bits of the story, and Steven’s already traumatized mind can will fill those gaps with worse-case scnearios. He’s an optimistic at heart, but he has seen too much dark shit already, and too many of his childhood perceptions of the world have been shattered (Monsters are really gems; gems can get corrupted; his Mom started a war; his Mom hurt other gems in said war; Betrayed her friends; allegedly killed a living being; etc.) for him to even know what to think anymore.

    He can’t stand the fact that his mother betrayed Bismuth and “killed” Pink Diamond, he can’t even process new information because of the disgust he’s feeling for his mother’s actions. In the trial, he was provided with evidence that Rose in fact didn’t shatter Pink Diamond, and it went ollimpically over his head. He’s confusing facts and time periods (Rose never used The Breaking Point) without stopping o rethink it, he’s fixated in the version of the story he put together and again, no one is fucking challenging that view.

  • His family: Steven’s journey with Identity and self assertion is coming to a halt, he’s forgotten th fact that he is loved, wanted, and worthy. Beyond Rose Quartz, the gems, or his powers. Steven, along the way, has forgotten that he is an individual and not an exchange coin, even though he knows deep down that his family loves him, he’s keeping these feelings to himself because he doesn’t feel like he deserves any of it. And that’s truly heartbreaking. I’m surprised at how absent they’ve been of Steven’s emotional world lately, but more than that, I think they have to let go of Rose Quartz, and breack the vow of secrecy. They are painful memories, I get it, but their kid is tearing himself appart here. I think is long overdue that this family just sit down, and has a serious conversation.

So pease somebody sit him down, make him spill the beans, and fucking hug him because he needs to get out his head, and can’t do it alone.

Red Herrings, News Reports, and Memes: The Purpose of the Jim Twins in the Overall Narrative

Originally posted by halewalker

Out of all the things that I’ve been wondering about in the overall Who Killed Markiplier continuity, the Jim twins were the biggest things on my radar.  Nothing about what they were doing made any sense in relation to the overall mystery.  Initially, I was assuming that they were to serve as opposite to our PoV, allowing them to wander around places that the episode didn’t show us in order to give us more clues toward the killer.  They seemed to do that fine during the first two chapters, where they were able to get a good look at the crime scene and show us just how close the detective Benjamin was to his former partners…in both sense of the word.

Originally posted by spacemarkimoo

But come the third and fourth Jim-casts, and…they’re really just joke casts.  One big lead up to a subscriber joke, and mumbling nonsense about how Jim thinks the murder occurred.  No contribution to the overall statement.  Isn’t that weird, especially when the original cast had enough jokes to hold itself!

…wait a minute.

How many jokes were in each chapter, really?

That’s when it hit me.  The very first episode threw us a red herring in terms of the chef, whom it tried to show off as the potential killer.  Everything seemed to be a red herring, huh?  But what if the Jims were red herrings as well?

What if they were atmospheric red herrings?

Couldn’t find a better term for it, sorry.

Up until this series, all of Markiplier’s skits would always end with a joke.  Each one, no fail.  All of his work with Cyndago ends with a joke.  Google IRL ends with a joke.  Five Nights at Freddy’s: The Interview ends with a joke.  A Date with Markiplier ends with a joke.  Hell, Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye (something we all thought could be serious) was just one big glorified shitpost.  We’ve been trained to think that everything Mark will do will just lead up to one big punchline.  So tell me that this wasn’t what you were thinking about the minute you saw the thumbnail.  “Oh boy, another skit.  Let’s see where this ends up.”

And hell yeah, the first episode feeds on that expectation.  We’re in a goddamn murder mystery noir thing, and the first joke we get is how they end up partying in the manor.  Come on, the first chapter even ends on a dick joke.

Were we not just assuming that this was going to lead up to something hilarious?  I remember seeing it everywhere.  “Oh, the murderer is Chica, isn’t it?!”  We were all expecting a punchline.

Until the jokes stopped coming.

Chapter Two had some jokes sprinkled in it, but it didn’t end on one.  Chapter Three had two, max, and Chapter Four?  None at all.  It actually kept to its serious tone all the way to the end.  Forget the fact that this was an origin story, THAT was the big twist ending that no one was expecting.  How in the world did we buy this?  How did no one realize that this was going to be a series that is going to keep itself straight?

Enter the Jims.

Originally posted by theowlandthefinch

They are the ones that are going to be heavily memed to hell and back.  They are the ones making the funny jokes, with the weird walks and the endless Jims and whatever else they decide to make them do.  Sure, they’re not part of the main story, but they’re still there for people to go and watch.  Hell, the hashtag is now swarmed with Jim memes for levity.

And this is how Mark fools us into thinking that this series is something it’s not.

Sure, those of us who only watch the main series will probably not be surprised by how dark the ending gets, but for those of us who did watch these, we were all probably thinking that this was all going to lead to a big joke.  Wouldn’t it be funny if Markiplier actually died because one of the Jims did something stupid or something?  Besides, if we watched the Jimcasts after we watched the main chapters, then they really did end on jokes.  The theme of the Markiplier skit has been maintained.  Since the Jims are waddling around in an otherwise serious environment, the whole thing has to end on a joke, right?

And then the twist comes in.  There will not be a joke at the end of this train.  Everything is being played 100% seriously.

Originally posted by markired

I’m just in love with this GIF, my god.

What started out with the death of one man ended up being the shattering of a closely knit group of friends that can never be fixed.  One goes insane, while the other becomes hellbent on revenge.  There is no joke here.  There’s nothing the Jims can do to alleviate the situation.

And what better way to show this meta change, to show that this is something that must be taken 100% seriously, that there will be no laughs coming from this manor, 

than to end it on the wanderings of a man searching desperately for a punchline?

The Wake of War

[AO3]

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.

Keep reading

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (Soon) | 

Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

Keep reading

  —  —  —  BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  strap in ‘cause this one is rough.  ’
‘  it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m aware of some details of this and it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m not a gambling man, but i don’t really like those odds.  ’
‘  we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something.  ’
‘  are you fucking out of your mind?  ’
‘  i’m starting to think you want to die.  ’
‘  you turned a corner on that one pretty quick.  ’
‘  oh my god, it’s fucking horrifying.  ’
‘  there’s an elk, though. there’s a deer over there.  ’
‘  here’s the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and you’re looking at the fucking deer in the forrest.  ’
‘  maybe they were in there telling ghost stories.  ’
‘  that’s not what pillow talk is, i don’t think.  ’
‘  pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean what’s like sleepover talk.  ’
‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’
‘  all very effective for– for murder.  ’
‘  they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent.  ’
‘  you would think that there’d be at least one witness.  ’
‘  you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, you’re probably not gonna bat an eye.  ’
‘  that’s not how the forrest works.  ’
‘  excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood?  ’
‘  i’m glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time.  ’
‘  oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way.  ’
‘  what is it about killers– that they want to be caught so badly… or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  ’
‘  i can’t put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other.  ’
‘  i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department.  ’
‘  70′s and 80′s police were always just like, ‘oh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?’  ’
‘  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now… what?  ’
‘  oh, so i’m the psycho cause i murdered for you!?  ’
‘  what, the police were just writing fan fiction?  ’
‘  this is just baffling to me.  ’
‘  i guess that’s their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much!  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure we’re being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest.  ’
‘  i’ve had enough of this place and i haven’t even been here that long. i hate this place.  ’
‘  this boogeyman is very thorough.  ’
‘  i guess we’re lucky he got lazy.  ’
‘  the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood.  ’
‘  i think they’re tired of this ongoing saga that never ends.  ’
‘  you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment.  ’
‘  this is like straight-up end of days shit going on.  ’
‘  this could’ve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind.  ’
‘  i’ve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv.   ’
‘  ‘bad advil’ sounds like a shitty indie band.  ’
‘  the wild west was the 80′s.  ’
‘  in the 80′s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like ‘see ya later. fuck you!’ cops wouldn’t get to your door for weeks.  ’
‘  he had books that were just titled ‘how to crime’? if he had a book called ‘how to crime’ then there’s your guy.  ’
‘  oh, yeah… nah, i’m good. eh, bit of a reach.  ’
‘  some old lady in florida bought the unabomber’s typewriter?  ’
‘  maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, ‘i know that i’ll do! i’ll write the fbi!’  ’
‘  no, i didn’t– what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe?  ’
‘  i think you wear a mask sometimes.  ’
‘  maybe you should keep digging and see what happens.  ’
‘  these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and it’s almost a shockingly beautiful love story.  ’
‘  i don’t get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff i’ve done.  ’
‘  ugh, this guy’s gross.  ’
‘  it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s.  ’
‘  everything before the 80′s – just lawless.  ’
‘  get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars.  ’
‘  i’m good to go. i’m always ready, baby!  ’
‘  it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears.  ’
‘  this would be like if you were eaten by a shark.  ’
‘  i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary.  ’
‘  i’m gonna let this slide because i know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.  ’
‘  does that man have a magical penis or something?  ’
‘  you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis?  ’
‘  i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work.  ’
‘  do you not know how love works?  ’
‘  maybe i don’t know how love works.  ’
‘  i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken.  ’
‘  i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space.  ’
‘  i brought some cocktail weenies.  ’
‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’
‘  that’s the dumbest fear i’ve ever heard in my life.  ’
‘  how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger?  ’
‘  how many parties are you going to where heroin’s involved? it seems like a lot.  ’
‘  it’s the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then i’m hooked forever.  ’
‘  here’s what must’ve happened… these forty things, in succession.  ’
‘  what are you trying to do, fuck my wife?  ’
‘  why would he make this up?  ’
‘  he– he was just trying to fuck someones wife.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine murdering someone even when drunk.  ’
‘  when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?!  ’
‘  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk… i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  ’
‘  that’s a rational fear!  ’
‘  that is not a rational fear!  ’
‘  these are the musings of a paranoid man.  ’

From someone who used to dislike Jumin Han

I kinda wanted to talk about that because I feel like, lots of people tend to see Jumin only as the controlling jerk who has some stick far up his butt? And I see why that is. 

But I’m not sure if this solely comes from Jaehee’s route in addition with his bad story ending 2 or if some people just try to ignore the positive aspects, which I find really sad. 

I want to mention that I really did dislike Jumin first, because I didn’t even try to understand where he is coming from, until I played his route. 

Jumin’s the kinda guy who doesn’t show his emotions much, and when he does, outside of his route, it’s hard to understand because he has some rather indirect way of showing his concerns.  He’s super supportive in V’s route, he’s getting Mama Kim to look after Yoosung because he doesn’t seem like he can manage adulthood on his own, he sends bodyguards to everyone because he’s concerned about everyone’s well being. He goes as far as to get Zen another “job” despite how Zen treats him.  As it was shown in V’s route, Jumin aims to be the strong one out of the RFA, after all that has happened on Day 10 we can see that one; 

This doesn’t look like a massively stuck up jerk, does it? That looks like the kinda guy that knows he’s gonna be able to “stand firm” given he knows how to surpress emotions to succeed in his job. 

Another thing; My very first call was a call to Jumin, when I just started the game, where he told me not to waste his time with dumb chit chat. - And fuck, I see why everyone would be blown away by that kind of attitude. - I was really “offended” myself and that’s also where I started to dislike him. 

But, if you look at the route’s call logs, you’ll notice that Jumin is the one who will pick up most calls. You can often call him at night when something happened, disregarding his wish not to call him again. He will listen to whatever you have to say and will be thankful that he could get his thoughts away from work, even if it was just briefly. 

He doesn’t hate or even dislike Zen either, in fact, Zen is the only one he’d trust regarding MC, as he even asks Zen to take care of her, in case Jumin won’t be able to do so one day. 

Those were general things, but let me get to his route; 

Because this fandom is so split regarding especially BE 2. At no point, does Jumin force MC into the controlling thing. MC literally asks Jumin to lock her up. You reach it, by encouraging his sexual and controlling side instead of actually caring for his problems. Jumin is confused, he doesn’t even know whether he’s doing the right thing or not. But MC asked for it… So it must be right, right?  He has never had a relationship before, his parents couldn’t possibly be a good role model for him either, otherwise they wouldn’t be divorced. Chairman is womanizing like crazy, and thus no role model for a healthy relationship either.  It’s obviously not the best option for Jumin, but by no means does he force you into it. 

MC, asks for it. Doing something against her will? Not sure where people get that from. 

“As long as you continue to feel this way”, seems to me pretty much like “I’ll stop doing it as soon as you say so.” 

Jumin doesn’t force MC to stay at his place. You went to his pent house with the intention to help him out, so you do help him out, but he still won’t let MC go home. He must force her to stay right?  Wrong. Jumin wants you to stay safe and sound. Rika’s apartment doesn’t seem safe to Jumin and let’s be fair. It is not safe. Some random hacker knows the address even HE doesn’t know? He even knows the password to the apartment? The RFA suddenly gets weird E-Mails? Fishy Sarah and Glam are plotting stuff.  He just found the seemingly only person who understands him. He doesn’t want her to be in danger. 

And honestly, Jumin manages to keep MC the safest. Literally no one in harmed in his route - as long as you actually freaking trust his judgement. 

You can very well leave his penthouse and go home. But guess who’s waiting at Rika’s apartment? - Right, Unknown.  The ending is literally there, to show you, all Jumin wants is to keep you safe and sound. 

So please, I’m not asking you to love and cherish him, but please don’t try to make him look bad for the wrong reasons.  Is he dominant? Yes, definitely. But he knows his boundaries and when he crosses them, he’ll apologise immediately. If you generally don’t like that, that’s perfectly fine with me.  Does Jumin do anything against MC’s will solely for his own personal gain?  No. So please don’t say that.  Is Jumin cold hearted? No, definitely not. He just has a really unique way of showing it. 

“Does it hurt anymore?” A tribute to Cody Christian’s character Theo Raeken.

Plenty of people were convinced that Theo Raeken would not make an appearance in the final episode of Teen Wolf. Plenty of them thought that Theo Raeken was going to die in episode 19. However, he was neither in episode 19 nor died whilst taking a bullet for Malia with Stiles shouting her name, as so many spoilers indicated. This merely proves that we should not be too keen on believing what we read on the Internet.

We see Theo in his truck, talking to Scott on his phone. The Alpha asked the chimera for help. That’s why he is on his way to the hospital. Old Theo would not have done so. Old Theo would have long been gone, selfishly only saving his own ass. However, Old Theo literally is gone. We will learn what that means later on, once Theo has arrived at Beacon Hills Hospital.

Liam is there, confronted by several hunters with guns aimed at him. His situation seems hopeless, but the elevator doors fling open and Theo pulls the beta inside. The doors close before the hunters’ bullets can do any harm. This certainly brings the Thiam scene in 6x09 to mind where Theo pushed Liam into the elevator and became the bait himself, ready to risk his life lest the beta was taken.

This time, however, they are both in the elevator, staring at each other.

What are you doing here?”  Liam asks.
“I was just asking myself the same thing,”

 Theo simply replies. The chimera wants to help. He is ready to fight the hunters, to keep Scott’s pack safe. He is ready to keep Scott’s beta safe. We can literally feel the tension between Theo and Liam in these few seconds inside the confinement of the elevator.

A heads up for Thiam-fans: Jeff Davis actually was wondering himself why they did not kiss in the end. Khylin Rhambo mentioned that during the screening, everyone thought that “they were gonna do it”. Cody and Dylan obviously enjoyed working together and their chemistry is amazing, no matter if you would like to see Theo and Liam as an actual couple or friends. They were definitely bonding. Cody and Dylan loved the fans’ response to their bromance. Dylan is like a little brother to Cody and the only thing we could possibly regret is that Theo and Liam did not have the chance to develop their friendship a tiny bit sooner.

I’m not dying for you.

–– I’m not dying for you either. But I will… fight with you.

Okay. That’s fine.

 Although they do not say so, we just know that they care about each other. They would probably not even admit that they do. They are a team and respect one another. The doors open and we finally see these two in action again. Their eyes glow, razor sharp fangs and claws emerge. THIAM are ready to fight. And they fight in unison.

Their fighting scene is yet another highlight of the finale. As I said in one of my previous articles, Theo and Liam are strong alone, but lethal when they join forces.

These two, who were so reluctant to even be in the same room together at the beginning (just think about their scenes in front of the hospital and Liam wanting to use Theo as bait), slowly began to trust each other. Everyone needs someone they can count on, someone who does not question anything they do.

However, both are injured in the fight. One of the teenage hunters, Gabe, takes several bullets by mistake. He is in excruciating pain, moribund. The teenager is bleeding to death. 

And here comes Theo’s triumphant scene. Theo approaches Gabe, who’s lying in a puddle of his own blood. “It hurts,” he says. His voice is brittle.

Theo takes Gabe’s arm. “You can’t take the pain if you don’t care,” Mason told him in episode 18. This time, however, Theo shows kindness. Dark veins emerge on Gabe’s arm, drawn to Theo’s hand. He takes Gabe’s pain away. He knows what it is like to care. 

Does it hurt anymore?
-       No.
Good.
 

The chimera’s redemption arc is completed. He proved how altruistic he has become. Theo does not only care about himself anymore. Theo has a heart. Cody Christian shows that he does.

Now I am not surprised that this was Cody’s favourite scene. It was emotional, sad but also an act of kindness. Theo hardly knew Gabe at all. Gabe was one of the hunters. Yet, he proved that he cares.

Now we have allies that used to be enemies. We have protectors, we have friends willing to fight for us.

Theo has proven himself. He is an ally the pack can count on. It is a bit sad that quite a few questions remain unanswered. I would have loved to find out more about Theo’s childhood. How he ended up with the dread doctors. How he became the first chimera, why he stopped caring. I would have loved to see Liam offer him a place to stay since he can’t stay in his truck forever. Or Theo helping Liam handle his anger issues. 

Nevertheless, Theo Raeken is fine. He is out there, safe and sound. Driving around in his truck. Maybe he even joins Liam, Mason and Corey to play some video games from time to time. He’s still a teenager after all. Sometimes you just need to have some fun, right?

Thank you, Cody, for bringing Theo Raeken to life. It was you who assured with your outstanding performance that this character was not killed off, as originally intended. I cannot wait to see what’s next for Cody. He is destined for greatness and people just need to realize it. He, as so many others out there, inspires people every day. He creates something we can indulge in. Something we will never forget. It is not only the story that made us adore Teen Wolf, but the actors behind it all. People who make you feel better when you have a bad day. Thank you for all these amazing years.

Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

Keep reading

Another kinky wager

Summary: As he previously promised, Bucky helps you work out all those irritating little kinks in your pool game.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolutely NSFW. It’s all sex and pool tables folks, please walk away unless you’re over 18.  

A/N: Decided to write a follow-up to ‘Pool balls and underpants’, because I just couldn’t move on without a smutty sequel. This can read as a stand-alone story, but it will make more sense why Bucky’s wearing Steve’s underwear if you read the first part. And besides, who doesn’t love reading sassy sexual innuendos from Bucky Barnes?

Also, I meant this to be short, and once again my imagination spiralled out of control, and here we are. I regret nothing.

Pool balls and underpants 
MASTERLIST


He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

Keep reading

The Dozens of Times Eddie Kapbrak Came Home, and the One Time He Didn’t

(A Story in Sonia’s POV)


–There was the one time Eddie came home angry. Slamming doors, cursing under his breath. I was upset at the language, but more worried he’d catch a little finger, or a toe in the cabinets or doors. I asked why and he pushed me away. He had always been doing that lately. Am I being too much of a worrier? Maybe I am. He’s older now, and doesn’t need me as much. As much as that hurts to admit, seventeen is old enough to be independent. 


–He came home crying again. He’d been doing a lot of that, too. Something was different. He came to me for once. I was selfishly happy, but that left me when I saw him. He had a bruise under his left eye. His lip was cut, and his hands were shaking and red, a sign that he’d had a panic attack again. Those signs used to be foreign to me until he told me those weren’t asthma like I had thought for years. I’d like to think of myself as an almost expert on them now. The only thing hard for me to tell anymore is what might cause them. He has them so often. Eddie comes to me, and sits down, panting. He looks worn down and sad and resigned, as if he’s accepted a heavy fate, or like he was waiting for a piano to fall on him. 

This time when I ask him what’s wrong, he crumbles and starts to cry again. He tells me Henry and his psychopath friends cornered him in the locker room, and roughed him up. He shows me his ribs, and I see red. Partly the dried blood, partly rage. That little freak carved the word “Fag” into Eddie’s little side. It takes everything in me not to take him to the hospital, but Eddie insists he cleaned and dressed it as much as it needed, and it wasn’t deep, no stitches needed. I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t scar. When I asked him why they would choose that word, he becomes silent again. He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, and eventually he does. He tells me, stuttering more than the elder Denbrough boy, that it’s because they saw him kissing Richard Tozier. I had nothing to say, and he goes to his room before I could find the right words. I did eventually, over dinner. I tried to make a lighthearted joke, and said he could do better than little Richie Tozier, and that I loved him. He did laugh, but he also cried. This time it was the good way. 


–One time he came home excited, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran upstairs. I called out to him to get the door, but he was down just as fast heading out again. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright, and I can’t help but to think that just a few months ago this same boy was crying in shame over what had happened. He was a lot happier in general, due in part I suppose to coming out, but mostly Richard. Richie, Richie this, and Richie that. I almost wanted to tell him I was tired of hearing it, but his happiness wasn’t something I could get tired of. Despite being a trouble maker and a bad mouth, he did take care of Eddie. I did tell him to stop coming home with love marks- unsanitary and shameless little things. I tried not to think about the fact that he still probably got them where I couldn’t see them. He may be an adult next month but he’s still my little angel.

He tells me he’s finally going out on a real date, just the two of them. That they’re going to see a movie, and he tells me not to wait up. I know I’ll try to, but he always manages to come home after I fall asleep. Sneaky little boy. He tells me he’s already left the name, address, and number of the movie theatre on the counter, and that he’ll be with Richie who can be reached as well. I have his number in my Rolodex, as I do his parents, and the rest of his friends- you never know when you might need them. He kisses my cheek and practically skips out to the beat up truck Richard drives. It has a bench seat and the driver seatbelt doesn’t work most of the time, and I cringe thinking about Richie just sitting on it so he doesn’t get a ticket for not actually wearing it. Eddie promised me he’d never drive it, so at least there’s that. 


–He came home today, silent. It’s almost worse when he does that instead of crying. Eddie was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I asked if he was okay, and he just stares at me. It feels like an eternity when he opens and says “The school won’t let Richie and I go to prom together… They said if we showed up they’d kick us out.” His voice sounds so fragile and small, like he doesn’t feel like a real person. I’m furious. I tell him I’ll call the school, but he begs me not to. He says it’s okay, he knew it would happen, that this is just the way things are. I, however, will not stand this. As soon as he goes to his room, I call his principle. I can’t remember exactly what I said, though I am equal parts embarrassed and proud to have used foul language in place of his name. “Mr. Shitstain” and I came to an agreement that they may attend as long as they are within a larger group. He will not allow them to have couple’s pictures, but he did reluctantly allow that they dance together. I tell Eddie in the morning and he cries and hugs me. He goes to Richie to give him good news. 


–He comes home after prom with a photo- the whole group is in it, all holding a sign that says “Loser’s Club”. I cringed at the name, but they chose it for themselves years ago. Eddie and Richie are next to each other, and I suppress an eye roll that Richard had ripped open his shirt to reveal an exclamation point painted on his pale abdomen at the last moment. The picture is slightly blurred, and Eddie confirms my theory when he laughs and says the camera guy was startled and tried to lunge at Richard to put all of his clothes back on. Despite this, I see the stars in his eyes. He is happy, so I am happy. 


–Lately he’s been coming home with heaps of papers, college letters, essays, SATs, tests. I try not to think about him leaving. I turn up the volume on the TV or the radio when he uses the phone to talk to his friends about it. It hurts and he knows it hurts. I’ve never been good at not worrying. This goes on for weeks. I fail to keep my tears in when he’s at school or out with friends, but at the same time, I’m immensely proud. He’s such a good boy. 


–This time he comes home, and he doesn’t say a word, and I can’t see him from the kitchen but I know something is wrong. His feet are dragging and his breathing sounds funny. I drop the spoon into the soup when I hear a crash. He’s laying on the floor and crying. Despite him being curled up in a ball I can see he’s covered in bruises and cuts, and bleeding badly. I try not to scream but when I rush to him I can’t hold it, he’s been cut up badly again, more words carved into his soft belly and his thighs. I can see the word “Queer” seeping through his khaki pantleg as he sobs. This time, he does need stitches. In many places. The only thing he says to me from the hospital bed is that he is oh so tired of this town. Richard never leaves his side, growling at anyone who causes him pain or wakes him up, like a wild animal. I’ve decided that I am incredibly grateful that he is who he is. 

He’s in the hospital for three days. Night one was cleaning and stitching and recounting what happened. The police had been called to file a report. He hesitantly confesses that Henry, Patrick, and the other cretins did this to him. Chief Bowers is red with rage. I hear him in the hallway calling my son a “flamer” but that his boy was “going to get it”. This is the first and only time I’ve yelled at a cop. Richie laughs and holds up his hand for a high five, something I wouldn’t usually reciprocate, but tonight is a night of firsts. Night two was observation and tests to see how bad the internal injuries might be. He has a concussion, but they found no internal damage aside from bruises and a cracked rib. They send him home wrapped in Ace bandages and taped up like Richard’s glasses. That night he tells me he needs to leave, that he can’t take this anymore. I’m angry, and admittedly irrational. We do not speak to each other for a week. 


–When we speak again, he walks in the door with Richie, William, and Michael. Out of his friends, Michael is my favorite despite where he lives being so messy. He brings me flowers and fresh fruits and vegetables. He washes them himself, but only once he gets here so I can see it. He’s a very well mannered and intelligent man. William is wonderful too, but I feel guilt in having trouble understanding him, and he has a habit of talking with his mouth full. He’s not as messy as Richard, so at least there is that. Eddie has healed nicely so far, most of the stitches are out already, and the scars he has, though sadly legible, are hidden under clothes. His lip and eyebrow have small scars, but they are hard to notice. The boys have folded boxes in their hands. I knew this was coming, but I still couldn’t bear it. I stubbornly told him I wouldn’t help him, and that I wouldn’t watch him either. He only nods his head, looking down. 

They pack up his belongings, and I step out into the yard, smoking my first cigarette in years. I swiped one from the Marsh girl months ago, when Eddie was starting to talk about college. I thought that was the worst, but this hurts more. He’s leaving too soon, and I can’t stop him. He promised me he’d finish high school, and go to college, but that he would not live here, in Derry. Because we weren’t completely speaking, I have no idea where he’s moving, and now I’m too embarrassed to ask. When I go back inside, William hands me a piece of paper, his handwriting surprisingly neat, with Eddie’s address, and number. He was moving just outside of the city, into the matchbox apartments. With Richard. I can’t help it. When he walks out of the front door with his things, he kisses my cheek. I can’t help it. When the car drives away, their silhouettes in the windshield. I can’t help it. I sit down on the porch, and I begin to cry. I can’t help it. 


–He doesn’t come in the door anymore. Not the way he used to. No angry slams, no excited pops as the door hits the wall. No silent entries when he’s tired. No little footsteps. He doesn’t come home. He visits, sometimes with Richard, and with his friends. He calls frequently, too. He’s a good boy. Time passes, and he came to visit after graduation. He got accepted to a college in Maine. I try to hide how happy that makes me. I promise I won’t go to the dorms too much. He and Richie talk about their lease ending and moving on campus. His little group of friends are trying their best to stick together. They all got accepted to the same school, and will try to attend until their majors take them elsewhere. It’s nice knowing that he’ll have so many friends. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits. Holidays he even stays in his old room. Sometimes. Other times he stays with William in his new house, just down the street from mine. Sometimes they visit Richie’s parents, or Michael’s farm. It’s a lot like it used to be, but it isn’t the same. I know it never will be, and while I’m sad, I’m happy too. He doesn’t come home, but he gets married in the same church I was married in. They make the paper as the first same sex couple to get married in Derry. Someone booed them as they walked to their car, but before anyone said anything, Richard flipped them off. I don’t tell Eddie, but I caught it on camera. It’s framed in my room, shameful but endearing. He doesn’t come home, but he visits often, asking for advice. We’ll have lunch together and talk about stain removal, and he’s picked up cross stitching for Richard’s anniversary gift. He’s going to make a sign that says “Tozier-Kaspbrak” for their sitting room. 


He doesn’t come home, but he visits often. Many times with Richard, and even more happily with their new daughter. I’ve always wanted a daughter, so I spoil her rotten. I try not to be so overbearing as I was with Eddie. I know it had the wrong impression on him, and I don’t want her to feel the same. I give her sweets when they aren’t looking, and I teach her all about keeping a good home, and let her watch football with me when they need a babysitter. Eddie doesn’t know, but sports are a guilty pleasure of mine. I want her well rounded, too- to know that girls can like whatever they please. Her name is Amelia Isabelle, and she grows so fast. He doesn’t come home anymore, not like he used to. And I’m so, so grateful. He’s leading a good and proud life, and I’ve never been more proud to be the mother of Edward Tozier-Kaspbrak. He doesn’t come anymore, but when he visits, it’s like he never left at all. I’ve lived a good little life, I feel.



“Sonia Kaspbrak, 65, passed in her sleep in her home of Derry, Maine. Natural causes. She leaves her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Funeral to be held this Saturday, July 17th at the First Church of Derry. She will be fondly remembered by all who knew her. Everyone is welcome to attend the open service ceremony being held to celebrate her life. 
Thank you, 
Richard Tozier-Kaspbrak”

Signs According To People I’ve Met

Aries

Usually very motivated and energetic, they have a really strong aura around them. I admire them a lot, they seem like cool people and may seem intimidating but are super nice in person! Protective of their loved ones. Goals in terms of swag and athleticism they got. Teach me how to carry myself like you please.

Taurus

The cutest, most amazing (even if a bit stubborn) friends. Best partners for getting food or watching a movie together. Taurus boys are my cryptonite, Taurus girls are the loves of my life. They are very much real in a sense of being human. Sensual, chill and true, really “earthy”. Fake isn’t in their vocabulary. Seriously I know quite a few Tauruses and I love them all to death. Only problem is when we disagree on something major, neither will back down from the argument.

Keep reading

Obligated

Author: @knockknocksoosthere as a part of the Bound series with @kpopfanfictrash and @bread-jinie

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (her mood boards are amazing - like all the damn time)

Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking

Word Count: 6k

Summary:  Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.


Keep reading

Not A Joke - Soulmate AU! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Soulmate tattoo - Your soulmates birthdays appears on your body. Imagine being a young adult in the year 2017 and having ‘March 10th, 1917’ written on your arm (REQUEST BY ANON)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None, really ! Enjoy,,,,

Word count: 2K

[[ Check Out My Masterlist ]]

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

March 10th, 1917
She didn’t get it; nobody did. How could she, a woman that lived in the year 2017, have a soulmate that is 100 years old? She always thought it was a painful joke. Everyone around her had years written on their wrist, arms, legs, you name it. But from the year 1917? No. She was the only one. The one who had a joke for a soulmate.

Yeah, sure, maybe there was one old man still kickin’ it out there, but there was no chance in hell she’d marry him. There was no chance she’d put herself in that type of predicament, therefore, her tattoo was a joke.

It pissed her off, beyond what anyone could imagine. Everyday, she was reminded by the date, the date tattooed in the crease of her arm. It pissed her off because she wasn’t the type that normally attracted anyone. She wasn’t the one for love, or so that’s what she thought. Nobody was really interested in her, and the only chance of someone liking her was for a laugh.

She was deep in her thoughts when someone brought her back to reality.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t want to be caught dozing off on the job, do you?” Her friend, Austin, threw a hacky sack at her arm.

Laughing, she picked it up and swung it back at him. “You need these for the customers! Don’t go throwing them at your friends!”

He swiftly grabbed the toy before setting it on the small counter. There were a handful of booths in the amusement park, and they just had to make him watch over the ones with miniature bing bags.

While Austin was taking over the booth called ‘Tin Can Toss’, she was in charge of the ‘I Can Guess Your Weight/Age!’ game. She hated it, really, but she had to make money some how, and for her it was guessing something she didn’t nearly care about.

It’s not that it was boring, but it was stupid. They had her take special classes, 45 minutes a day wasted on learning what was the best way to guess someone’s age or weight. Sure, she’d rather be working at a Starbucks or any old candy store, but for now she was stuck on a guessing game.

“Keep an eye out, I think that group over there is planning on playing your game” Austin spoke up, pointing in the direction behind her.

She looked over her shoulder and groaned. Three guys and girl were leaning up against a fence that surrounded the carousel nearby, their eyes stuck on the booth you sat in. A darker male was laughing loudly, nudging another man with long brown hair your way.

“Nah, they’re just laughing at how stupid the game is.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N). I think they’re coming!” He nodded his head in their direction, clearly pointing out that the group was making their way toward you.

She practically whined at her friend before turning towards the customers with a fake smile.

“Hello! Plan on playing?” She kept that fake smile plastered on her face, observing each and every one of them.

“Yeah, actually, my friend here wants you to guess his age.” The darker man from before clamped his hands on the back of the brunettes shoulders, pushing him even closer to her.

“Oh, yeah? Alright, let’s give it a go! It’ll just be 5 dollars.” She watched as the third man dug his wallet out of his pocket. After a few moments, he handed her the bill and she stuck it in the apron around her waist.

“Okay, so let’s see.” She walked toward the shy man, looking him up and down, studying his facial features and body shape. “You don’t mind if I just… awkward check you out, right? I promise, it’s part of the job.”

He smiled, chuckling silently. His eyes observed the woman before him, watching her study his body as if it were an art piece in a gallery.

“Well, before I guess, remember that if I’m 2 years off, it counts. Alright?” She crossed her arms, thinking one last time before receiving a nod from the male.

“Okay, give it your best.” His friends behind him laughed, covering their mouths. She knew something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what. The whole group was acting weird. Why were they acting weird?

“28.” She shrugged her shoulders, wrinkling her eyes in uncertainty. She watched them as they held their laughter in, trying not to seem like they were laughing at her guess.

“Way off?” She dropped her arms, sighing. “I’m new to this job. I lost, go ahead and grab a prize.” She placed a hand on her hip, the other rubbing her face as she closed her eyes.

“Don’t even want to know my actual age?” He hesitantly stood there, looking back at his friend, then returning his gaze back at her.

“To see how much I failed? Nah, I’ll pass.” She smiled while doubting herself, watching the man rub his stubble.

“You technically are around that age physically, Bucky. Cut her some slack, she was right.” The blond friend set his hand on Buckys shoulder.

She furrowed her eyebrows, giving a confused smile. “Whatever that’s suppose to mean.”

He looked back at his friends, receiving an ‘approval’ nod. Not only did she notice, but she was even more confused as she was before.

“Well, I don’t know how to say this but,” He trailed off, looking behind him at his blond friend again. She could tell he was looking for reassurance, but not what for. “I’m 100 years old. My body looks around 28 years old, but technically I’m 100.”

She put on a humorous smile, looking over at Austin who was eavesdropping from the booth. He hid his laugh, shrugging at her.

“100? Glad I know someone around the same age, I’m 97.” She held her hand out at Bucky, smiling mischievously while he gave her a serious look.

“Don’t believe me?” She dropped he hand, rolling her eyes at how serious he was taking the act.

“Why would I? There is no way in hell you’re 100 years old. You don’t even look old enough to have your own children.” She leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms and laughing dryly.

“He’s not lying.” The friend from earlier walked forward, setting his hand on Buckys shoulder. “Ever heard of Captain America?”

She continued to stare strangely at the men, wondering why they’re even telling her this. Even if they were telling the truth, why go as far as this to prove it to her?

“Steve Rogers, the face of America! A man who was frozen in ice, brought back, and now works for the Avengers or something. Are you telling me you’re Captain America?” She sarcastically explained, rubbing her eyes, and growing tired of the conversation. None of it made sense to her, and she didn’t care anyways.

“Well, I am. This here is my friend Bucky.” The blond claimed, staring at her as if not an ounce of what he said was a lie.

She leaned her head back, looking at the sky.
Great, (Y/N). Here you are, sitting at a worthless booth being told this man is 100 years old and is best friends with Captain America.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” She straightened her back, grabbing the nearby water bottle and taking a long drink.

“We walked past this booth earlier, and uh,” He trailed off, looking towards the darker man that had kept quiet this whole time. “My friend, Sam, noticed your arm.”

“My arm?” She looked down at her arm, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

“Well, it says the 10th of March, 1917.” His finger pointed toward the part of your arm which had the birthdate of your soulmate.

“You’re not implying that-“

“Is your birthday (DD/MM/1989)? That’s all I want to know.” Bucky cut her off, staring at her arm and then into her eyes. “I just want to make for sure.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the floor. There was no way he was he soulmate, this made no sense.

She took a deep breath, accepting the situation and began to believe it. Why would they lie about this? It had to be true, right?

“All this time I thought I was going to be this old mans soulmate. There’s no way! This has to be a joke!” She ran her hands through her hair, looking over at her friend for support. He shrugged his shoulders before giving her a smile that basically said ‘it’s all on you’.

She inhaled deeply, staring at the blue-eyed man in front of her. “If you are my soulmate, then this whole time I actually had one, and it wasn’t some old man on life support. Holy shit! I can’t believe this! I never thought this day would come! I think I’m actually-“

“Calm down, Doll.” His voice spoke deeply to her, calming her down instantly. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

She slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath and calming her heart beat.

Someone scoffed loudly behind him, speaking up in a humorous voice. “Don’t tell her to calm down, you were practically the same way before we calmed you down and brought you over here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, looking behind him and slapping the mans arm, receiving a troublesome grin. “Sam. You’ve stayed quiet, and then you decided to speak at the worse time?”

Bucky turned back to her, looking at her arm once again before pulling his left sleeve up. “I always thought that God put a date from many generations after me on my arm as a joke. As if I couldn’t love anyone from my own generation. I surrounded myself with different woman, hoping to just prove to myself that I could love someone. Then I lost my arm, and for the longest I couldn’t remember the date that was printed there.”

“Your arm-“ She instantly grabbed his left arm, holding it in her hands and admiring the metal blades. She would have felt sorry, but she somewhat found it amazing. “You can use this as your arm? How is that possible?”

She traced her fingers against the patterns on his arm, holding them strongly in her grip as if it was as fragile as a glass plate.

“Maybe you can explain it to her over dinner tonight.” The woman finally spoke up, giving you both a smirk.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, laughing at what she had said “Did you just hit on her for me?”

“Someone had to do it.”

“Agreed” Steve spoke up, earning a nod from Sam.

“Keep in mind that you were the back alley kid once.” Bucky shook his head before pulling his sleeve back down and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Steve walked up, giving him a pat on the back. “Hey, I’ll leave you two alone for now. Call me when you’re ready.

They shared a smile before exchanging a few words, and parting ways. The three traveled to a food stand across the walkway, slowly watching them both out of the corner of their eyes.

He began to speak, trying to start a small conversation and learn the basics but he kept noticing the obvious glances from across the park.

“Obvious, aren’t they?” He looked across the area, watching them as they quickly look the other way as if they weren’t staring moments before.

“Very.”

He smiled awkwardly before hesitantly holding out his human arm towards her. She gave him a confusing, but humorous look before slowly accepting it and shaking.

“Sorry, I just never got to introduce myself properly. Bucky Barnes, well, James Barnes. I’d like to go by Bucky though.”

“I kinda like James, I don’t know.” She teased, giving him a quick wink and setting her hands on her hips. “Nice to meet you, bucky.”

“C’mon now, Darlin’. I need a name in return.” He sheepishly smiled at her, receiving a blush and an awkward smile.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Tags:
@ginger-wayward-assbutt @gallifreyansass @walkingtravesty97 @crazy4thewinbros @iamwarrenspeace
@itbeganlongago @nadtandy @feelmyroarrrr @xabeautifultragedyx @ssweet-empowerment

a lapis terraforms

I remember seeing posts about this theory by a few people, this was long before we even knew Lapis’ role on Homeworld was terraforming, so a big kudos to them! The evidence has gradually been stacking up and now it holds up like a lot,

Firstly, we know the real-world location of the Beta Kindergarten, we’ve seen it on one of the maps Peridot showed us at the moon base, Peridot said it just so happens to be the insertion point of the Cluster (probably because the shoddy kindergarten gathered the most gem shards). If we compare the location of Beta on the real world map we can see that it’s real world location is the Antelope Canyon, which seems to be what Jasper’s Kindergarten is based on:

Yep. It’s a little obvious.

Anyways. The Antelope canyon/Beta Kindergarten is an example of a slot canyon. They are most commonly made from sandstone/limestone, we have confirmation from Peridot that Beta is made from red sandstone so there’s that. Anyways a slot canyon is a narrow canyon, formed by the wear of water rushing through rock. 

Lapis did not go into full detail about her reasons for being on Earth. Probably because she thought Steven being a CG, would be ashamed in her. We know Lapis’ role is terraforming and that Beta was formed by the wear of water rushing through rock so it’s quite easy to connect the dots. 

We know the bottom image takes place at Beta since the soldiers in the flashback are Jasper’s (beta gems) and as pointed out in this post by @faelapis​ there is an injector in the bottom right of the image. If the below is actually a before and after picture, I could see why Lapis would be ashamed to tell Steven the full backstory, since she probably flooded the whole area to make the kindergarten.

I was only meant to visit for a short time - Lapis

It was obviously a total rush job. - Peridot

Beta was supposed to be rushed, Homeworld was desperate for soldiers and they didn’t care how they looked at this point, they just wanted gems on the battlefield. Lapis thought she was assigned to a short and simple task, she didn’t have to carefully carve out the walls, pick out the greatest material for these gems, she just had to make a kindergarten and fast before the CG’s found out about it.

The above is an image of Rebecca’s very own SU timeline from the SU artbook. The orange text (Jasper) and blue text (Lapis) are right by each other. It’s a little hard to make out but other people have done so and this is what Lapis’ whole paragraph says:

Lapis poofed, seperated in mirror. 

Lapis brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumes, conflict does not resolve. 

Lapis was brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumed, she was assigned to her task after HW realised that the war wasn’t ending anytime soon. The conflict that did not resolve is talking about the CG’s attacking Beta itself which is where Bismuth poofed Lapis. There is a chance that the battalion of Quartzes Bismuth said she took out with Garnet were also newborn Beta gems, those would be easier to take out, after all. 

The battle where Lapis was poofed and battalions of Quartzes were taken out is most likely the same one where Jasper emerged and had to fight off the CG’s as a newborn. This is again confirmed by Eyeball, her fan, who says Jasper was literally born while a battle was taking place.

The Crewniverse have generally kept this a well-kept secret other than that timeline photo in the SU artbook (I wonder if we were supposed to be able to make all that stuff out? Lol). 

Rebecca Sugar said she designed Lapis and Jasper (and Peridot) at the same time together in the SU artbook, it doesn’t surprise me that Lapis and Jasper’s pasts and characters are so intertwined with each other.

There is this halloween art by Katie Mitroff, a su storyboarder. Lapis as victor frankenstein, the scientist who gains an interest in the creation of life and Jasper as…frankensteins monster - It’s just fun art and probably just a subtle hint if anything, I definitely don’t think the show will have Lapis think she made a monster, Jasper called her a monster in Alone at Sea, so I guess the show is diverting that. Katie did also draw Jasper and Lapis as Juri and Shiori, which have many parallels to them, so keep that in mind…

All of this brings up three questions that I’m most interested in:

Does Lapis know she played a role in Jasper’s creation?

Whenever Peridot spoke of Jasper’s origins, Lapis was coincidentally off screen even though she was there for the rest of Amethyst and Steven’s visit, and in each trip to Beta, the main CG’s + Peridot are always there but never Lapis. So they do seem to be saving this stuff for a grand reveal for whatever reason but I still think she knows Jasper’s a Beta. Her colour scheme and stripes give it away and if Peridot knew all of Jasper’s history, Lapis probably would too. Unless she legitimately doesn’t know and will feel even more guilty for what she did to Jasper. 

Also Peridot does not know that Lapis terraformed Beta so that’s something. She ridicules it to the max, I don’t think she would do that if she knew. She’d probably have made fun of Lapis’ meep morp skill if it was the case, lol.

Does Jasper know Lapis terraformed her kindergarten?

I’m unsure on this one. But if they both know, then I don’t think there’d be a big point in this whole shared history, this kinda stuff seems setup for some big reveal, and I don’t think the CG’s would be as shocked by it, Steven and Amethyst were both surprised that Jasper’s an Earthling but Lapis terraforming shouldn’t be a shock to the CG’s, since it’s her gem role. So I think the reveal is for either Lapis, Jasper or both. 

What does it all mean?

The relationship between Jasper and Lapis is a sensitive topic for many and I never thought the crew would expand on it or even have the guts to do so after Alone at Sea, but then this theory came up and evidence kept stacking up and now in my eyes, it’s practically almost canon at this point. I’m just waiting for Jasper’s inevitable, long-awaited return so we can see how they deal with all this information in-show. I can potentially see this as a way for Jasper and Lapis to have their reconciliation, their trauma both started at the exact same place and time, and they can bond over that.

Hey, Neighbor | Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baek-to-basics

Link to Masterlist

Neighbor AU | Fluff !!

Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbour, Byun Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

Word Count: 5.5K (again, oops)


A/N: I finally wrote something with my baby Byun Baek as the lead…I hope you enjoy!


You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor  the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

Keep reading

Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

“De-Dean” a whimper left your lips even if you meant to say it in a completely different way “Dean please, we- we can’t. Not again.” a small whine left your lips when his lips actually detached from the skin of your neck even if that was the exact thing you were asking him.

“Sweetheart, are you really telling me you don’t want it?” he said with a smirk, looking up at you through his eyelashes before he kissed back your collarbone and you let a small groan, mixing with a moan when his lips started trailing down.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” you whined softly, still arching your back upwards to press yourself closer to him “But D, you- you know we-” you gasped softly when you felt him bite you, his face inching closer to your chest as his hands worked one on the bra and the other on your panties, which by the way were the only things you were wearing. Not for long, though.

“We can’t do it now.” you said with a moan and he pulled away, looking down at you “My parents are gonna hear us.” you bit your lip.

Keep reading

Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by maplecas

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.


As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

Keep reading