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Cosplay, Fanart and Plagiarism

(gif curtesy to Mel)


TL;DR: An artist traced (!) my cosplay photo without permission, gave me zero credits, sold the prints at a con and denied she’s ever seen my photo.

First, both of us, the cosplayer and the photographer, want to say that it would never have come to this if the artist would have immediately apologized to us in person, instead of being extremely rude to us and letting things escalate. A simple sorry and taking down the prints would’ve sufficed.

In the beginning of January, being hyped with the new SU episodes, I immediately fell in love with Blue Diamond and cosplayed her. Two months ago, a friend let me know that an artist she saw drew a fanart based on my photo. I was extremely flattered and happy, but also kinda sad the artist gave me zero credits. Us cosplayers and photographers work really hard to get a nice result, and everyone is happy when their photo serves as an inspiration for another artwork. I wrote a letter to her stating that I love her art, but I’d like her to credit me as a source of inspiration (adding the screen shot).

For two months, there was silence. I tried it again a few weeks ago, but again, no response. Okay, what can you do…



Last weekend we had a big con in Germany with a huge artist alley and both of us, the photographer and the cosplayer, attended. Suddenly, a friend came to us and said that there’s a girl selling this exact drawing. We were puzzled and decided to go to her booth and look at it ourselves.

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Just wanted to post some more photos from the marriage equality rally in Melbourne yesterday, and take the chance to tell a couple of stories because there was so much love in my city and I’m so proud of everyone. Long post, sorry, but there’s a bit to cover - ye be warned.

I spotted this cute couple as I walked out of Melbourne Central (a shopping centre and train station all mashed together) and told them they looked fab. Spotted them again and asked for a photo - they were very happy to oblige when all of a sudden the ABC came up asking for an interview, and I took this pic. They were beautiful people.

I’d seen this guy post in the Facebook event just before I left home, and suddenly found myself standing right next to him! We had a quick chat about how many people had arrived and then waxed about how AMAZE it would be if Lady Gaga parachuted in to the masses. Really funny guy and I’m glad to have met him. I swear I’m so much more personable at these things. 

I do love a simple home-made sign. I don’t have a story about this guy, sorry. Actually from here on in it’s all random stories of the day, assume the pics are unrelated.

The Greens senator Janet Rice got her rainbow family on stage while she was talking. Her wife is the Nobel Prize winning climatologist Penny Whetton, and she just happens to be trans. Senator Rice mentioned that in order for a married person to transition they must first divorce their partner. This information drew an audible gasp - fifteen thousand people had just heard this information for the first time and were disgusted.

A timely reminder that marriage equality doesn’t just effect the L and the G.

I spent my time during the speeches standing with the Greens, who I vote for (in the Senate at least) and who gave me a free shirt, so I felt obliged. They’ve been in this fight ever since former prime minister John Howard changed the marriage act - without the need for a plebiscite or survey - so I felt very comfortable chilling with them. I was about to take a photo for them when an organiser came up and announced that Senator Rice was about to do a press conference. They wanted representation in the shot, and as I was standing there and very obviously trans they asked if I wanted to be involved. I’m not a member yet, though, and declined. Besides, I am way too shy for that shit.

There were these two young girls - actually, side note, its amazing how many kids were not only there but openly passionate about the topic of the day - but these two girls couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, and they were leading a cheer as we marched:

One, two, three, four: equality is what we’re for!
Five, six, seven, eight: rainbow families are so great!


They were incredible, and you better believe that people were chanting along with them, these two young cheerleaders who were so full of life and love. 

When the speeches started, the organisers said there were, as I said, about 15,000 people in attendance. Trams were not able to travel on Swanston Street, because people were covering the tram tracks. The lawn and steps leading to the State LIbrary was covered in people, myself included. People stretched down the street and crowded nearby balconies and you couldn’t get out of Melbourne Central on the Swanston St side like, at all.

When we marched, we picked up a lot more people. And I noticed at one point that we covered three entire streets - Latrobe, Elizabeth and Burke - and that doesn’t include the people that had decided to wait on Swanston. By the time everyone got back to the State Library we numbered twenty thousand.

Twenty thousand beautiful, loving, amazing people. It was incredible.

Finally, just a pic of my free shit (and also the free ribbon I received). I had a great time at the rally. More importantly, I’m galvanised. I haven’t campaigned for a political cause since Howard tried to implement an industrial relations bill called WorkChoices, which cost him the 2007 election. I was kinda active then.

Nothing can stop me now.

I’ve signed up to drop leaflets in my neighbourhood. I’m going to as many rallies as I can. I’m going to try and get involved in planning sessions for further action. I’m going to fight for this.

But it’s supremely shitty that Australia even finds itself in this situation.

Back in 2004, as I mentioned, John Howard made changes to the Marriage Act so that the legal definition was exclusively between a man and a woman. This change happened in parliament. Politicians on both sides did not feel the need to formally consult the people before voting unanimously for the change.

In desperation a few years ago (because we queers had gotten very, very loud), then prime minister Tony Abbott (he of the many memes) proposed that if queer people really wanted to get married then they could vote for the right to do so, in a plebiscite. In Australia, if you want to change the Constitution then you hold a referendum, and the result of that is binding on parliament. Marriage, however, is not part of our constitution - furthermore, a plebiscite result does not bind the members of parliament to vote in accordance with the will of the people. It was a delaying tactic, nothing more.

A couple of months ago Minister for Immigration and Horrible Shitty Human Being Peter Dutton proposed a new idea if the plebiscite-enabling legislation was blocked once again by the Senate: a postal survey.

It is, again, non-binding. It’s not compulsory, unlike regular voting. And a survey doesn’t require legislation to acquire the funding. This idea really excited the badly-named Liberals. The expectation was that the No voters, overwhelmingly those who are over 50, would vote in droves while those who would be more inclined to vote Yes would fight each other over ideas of boycotting and have no time to persuade the most powerful group - young people between 18-24 who support marriage equality at a factor of 81% - to post their ballot forms.

That makes the twenty-thousand strong crowd at yesterday’s rally truly astounding. We’re not fighting about boycotts - those that have suggested it have been mostly convinced otherwise. We have all the time in the world to convince young people to vote and in fact the electoral roll has swelled with close to one hundred thousand new enrolments. In a small country like Australia (pop. 24 million) that’s a lot of new potential Yes votes.And queer Melbournians have never felt so much love before, we’re all a bit awed.

We could do with a little help though, especially from those of you who live in a country where marriage equality exists. We don’t need much. We just need you to tell stories. Talk about that big gay wedding you went to last week. Mention how your friends just got engaged and how you’re thrilled for them. Above all, share stories about how the world didn’t end, that people didn’t marry bridges, and that the only thing that really changed was that there is more love being openly celebrated. 

We know that 70% of the country supports marriage equality. We also know that 1 in 5 of those people aren’t sure if they’re going to vote. So a little bit of convincing from internetionals will go a long, long way.

That’s all from me. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I love you all.

And remember: superheroes vote yes!

things we learned on the stream:
  • The recent videos about the van and all that are just a cute little thing where the viewer is hanging out with Mark! Probably why Mark said “What camera?” in response to the “WHO’S BEHIND THE CAMERA” question
  • “It’s a piece of shit but it’s a LOVELY piece of shit” -Mark talking about the Barrel
  • MARK CALLED US OUT HDFKJDSFKJSHDFHSFSJK lISTEN MARK
  • But yeah the new videos don’t have anything to do with WKM!
  • Mark’s not abandoning gaming don’t worry!
  • Evan’s the guy behind the camera!

NOW REGARDING WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER: (I’M TYPING THIS AS I WATCH THERE MAY BE SOME CONTRADICTIONS)

  • CONFIRMED THAT THIS IS A PREQUEL TO ADWM AND PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ELSE DEALING WITH THE EGOS AND COLONEL IS WILFORD WARFESTACHE
  • It was originally gonna be CLUE with all of the Egos!
  • They didn’t bring Chef’s little buddy it was JUST THERE
  • DAMIEN WAS THE ONE ON THE KEGSTAND FHSFJHFHJSFKJS
  • All of Mark’s characters  have some variation of “Life Is For The Living”, the quote said by WKM!Mark said before he died. It reflects their personality.
  • THE DRUNK SCENE FORESHADOWS EVERYTHING I AM SO MAD. LIKE DAMIEN BEING ON A KEGSTAND REFLECTED THE “UPSIDE DOWN WORLD” DAMIEN IS STUCK IN WHEN HE BECOMES DARK. 
  • They were playing Russian Roulette and Wilford aiming the gun at the detective was foreshadowing that he’d shoot him, and him aiming the gun at HIMSELF was to show that death is meaningless to him
  • Damien helping you up after the Detective punched you in the drunk scene is supposed to foreshadow him trying to help you after you died
  • The thing about the Butler putting Cocaine in your drink that morning was just a joke
  • Colonel recollecting what happened to Mark and how he died was just Colonel guessing what happened
  • The Colonel, Mark, and Damien were all friends ever since they were kids
  • Damien DID genuinely care for Mark a LOT which honestly makes the Darkiplier thing 10000x sadder
  • There’s no definitive year that the series takes place in, but Mark likes to think its 1920s-1950s (Basically saying, Dark and Wilf are old as balls)
  • Detective saying Mark had been “Stabbed 37 times” and so on were things that happened all on separate DAYS. 
  • The photos in Mark’s room was supposed to show the timeline of their friendship. They were happy at first until Celine showed up and began dating Mark, which made Damien and Colonel unhappy. The next photo shows that Colonel and Celine had ran off together, leaving Damien and Mark behind. This made Mark unhappy and it’s why one of his photos of Colonel is smashed.
  • Basically Mark and Celine were married, but then she left Mark for the Colonel and they ran off together
  • The room’s in Mark’s mansion keeps getting mixed up, because the laws of physics do NOT apply in the mansion.
  • Colonel used to live in this mansion and grew up with Mark there (They’re not brothers though!)
  • After Celine left she began dealing in dark magic because she noticed the house was VERY ODD and was curious as to WHY
  • WKM is about “Why was Mark killed” not “Who killed Mark”
  • When the Groundskeep says “Murder” lightning doesn’t happen because he’s never gone inside the house, the house is cursed!
  •  At the end of episode 3 Celine was possessed because she’d been messing with things far beyond her control
  • George and Chef have been at this house the longest and are good friends!
  • Colonel cared SO MUCH about Damien and Celine’s deaths because he LOVES THEM and its making me fucking EMO
  • The distortion in episode 4 happened because everything was frozen in time as you walked throughout the house. You’re hearing a bit of the future and a bit of the past. This frequently happens to other characters too such as the Colonel
  • The room with all the conspiracy theories about Colonel wasn’t there before the house didn’t want you to see it yet
  • Colonel freaked out after seeing this room because he’s DESPERATE for an answer as to what happened to Celine and Damien, and he didn’t know the Detective was keeping tabs on them, he thought the Detective was the one who made EVERYTHING in Colonel’s life fall apart
  • Colonel owed a LOT of money to Mark lmao
  • COLONEL WENT MAD BECAUSE HE THOUGHT WHAT HE BELIEVED WASN’T TRUE AND THAT HE KILLED EVERYONE AND I’M SO S AD 
  • “It’s not fair, is it?” refers to how FUCKED UP Mark’s body is because he’s been killed SO MANY TIMES
  • Inside the house is not like our world because it’s CURSED. But it’s not another dimension, it’s like stepping into someone else’s mind
  • If you die in that house you’re not dead
  • Mark was in a horrible spiral after Damien, Celine, and Colonel left, and it’s likely he may have tried to kill himself but it didn’t WORK because you can’t die in this house. 
  • Mark orchestrated all of this because he wanted revenge on Colonel for this reason, so he killed himself and tried to blame Colonel, because he believed they didn’t deserve to be happy after what they did to him. Celine threw a wrench into this plan, and then Damien and Celine died. So Mark took Damien’s body instead
  • Colonel killed Mark UNINTENTIONALLY.
  • COLONEL WAS SITTING THERE OVER YOUR BODY THE ENTIRE NIGHT FEELING GUILTY AND CRADDLING DAMIEN’S CANE AND IM SO S A D
  • Colonel went mad because he accepted he killed you and then saw you just GET BACK UP
  • Wilford’s suspenders are pink because the red ones we see him wearing are faded red. I’M. SO. SAD.
  • DETECTIVE ISNT DEAD! 
  • The broken bottle was down there because Mark invited Colonel down for a drink, they played Russian Roulette, and the Colonel then shot Mark while drunk. Colonel panicked and tried to hide the evidence. It’s why Colonel doesn’t remember! It’s why he was acting so weird about it and why he avoided Damien! FCK DUDE!!
Some quick musings on the new update

thelostspecial.com

Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:

I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m bored.

OK

There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never will be.

And you know this objectively?

Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going, TJLC fans created something out of nothing.

Even if that is that case, why do you care?

Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.

Steven brought it up, not us.  Also, even if the series is over, that doesn’t mean it’s over.  They’ve repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December 2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.

My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little effort to maintain.

This is a lie.  

“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was directly quoting a series 4 episode.

Except most of us did recognize this?  What about your dancing man code reference to Unto the Breach?

Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock over.

Whichever, why do you care?  Why would it be funny to you?

Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.

The lost special site was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.  

 Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.

So the meanings we found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything else were all coincidences?  

What do we say about coincidences?

40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random. Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that one too much.)  So I used that info because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the universe is often lazy.

“They were chosen at random.”  “The universe is rarely so lazy?

Sure Jan.

When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.

Yet you did the whole thing in 20 minutes.

The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.

We know, 28 days later.  With Moriarty loaded in.  Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.

The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those, since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.

”That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”

Like Murderous Mary being photoshopped into the back picture? Sure Jan: http://whimsicalethnographies.tumblr.com/post/156824256785/221bloodnun-whimsicalethnographies

I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.

Then accept all our follow requests.  

MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.

murderousmarytheelephant.tumblr.com

(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in there.)

DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.

There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no pattern.

Ok?

For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few letters, throwing a message into the source coding,  and uploading the new website photo of John and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and keeping it private takes one minute.

Except the photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more.  Even searching for the first image you found would have taken time.

Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.

Well all I get from this is that we’re smarter than you are.

Learn from this.

Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.

Seriously?  “Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely.”

Instincts are to be trusted, John.  

Also, my instincts have gotten me into a pretty good place. I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is fucky.  We’ve seen this episode before.  

Goddamn you’re arrogant.

A few final notes:

“And in conclusion *jerk off motion*

I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel. If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’

You cared enough to look.  

I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue until they get bored, too.

Read: I can’t say why everything else is fucky too.  Must be more people like me.

The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.) As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.

Then accept my follow request.  Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I need to follow you to learn your secrets.

I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone else did that, I don’t know who.

Nobody asked.  Actually, I didn’t even know there was an instragram account.  Did anyone else know?

And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and fandom “fucky” business.

Well, since you brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too? Wow.  In charge of a scam website.  Oh, you don’t know about that?  Then why put it in there?  Why, John?

Nah.

Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.

Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.

Seriously, we’ve seen this episode before.

WE’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE.

10

I’ve been into Yona of the Dawn for the past three years, but its only this year that I’ve decided to cosplay from one of my most favorite series!! I started out with Lili and Yona’s fancy cover art illustrations, and then I decided to crunch three more Yona costumes in a week for an upcoming con. I swear I’m usually better about pacing myself but I got pretty swamped with my friend’s wedding earlier in the month and I was left with a week to finish three Yona cosplays for Colossalcon this year.

Literally the only reason these got finished was thanks to the endless support of @automb @nana-cai and @tomyo!! They helped with ironing and pinning and the simple sewing so I could focus on draping my patterns, crafting, and keeping my wits together.

I know my cosplay compilation posts tend to get really chatty and long so I’ll put the rest under a read more!!

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Size Doesn’t Matter**

Request


SMUT WARNING**

“Joe, you’re so small buddy” Josh says as he scrolled through the group pictures on his phone that were taken last night.

“Yeah mate there is only one good picture where we all look relatively the same height but Jack and Oli already gone and posted that one” Caspar said as he double tapped the picture he had just mentioned. 

“Hey you snooze you lose” Oli said from his position on the couch. 

The boys had gone out last night and, as usual, had taken a few group pictures. Apparently the angles weren’t correct and in each picture the boys all towered over Joe, making him look smaller than he actually was. 

You had your legs pulled into your chest as you sat on the couch next to your boyfriend who was also scrolling through the photos from last night. He had no readable expression on his face but you knew what he was feeling, you could read him like a book.

“Hows your new diet going by the way? Thought we’d see some results by now” Caspar said in his usual joking voice. 

“Mate it doesn’t make me grow taller” Joe looked over at Caspar, giving him a weird look.

“I know, I just thought you would look bigger. I mean you’ve gotten a lot stronger but it doesn’t really show” He defended himself while the other boys laughed at Joe’s rebuttal.

“Looks like you’ll always be the smallest bud” Josh said looking up from his phone and over to Joe. 

“Actually that would be Y/N. That’s why I’ve been keeping her around” Joe said sending a wink your way. 

“She could do better” Josh remarked, something that had also been tossed around as a joke ever since you and Joe started dating. 

“Oh cheers guys” You said rolling your eyes before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 

“Alright mate,” Oli said with a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head, “I have videos that need to be edited and uploaded for tonight so I’m going to head out.”

“Yeah we should go too” Caspar said standing up and walking towards the door, Josh and Oli following close behind. 

“Bye Y/N!” The boys all said as Joe followed them to the door. 

“Bye guys” 

“See you guys later” Joe said with a wave as he closed the door behind his friends and walked into the kitchen to find an unamused look at your face. “What?”

“I wish you wouldn’t let them do that”

“Do what?

“You know what Joe.” You said giving him a sad yet disappointed look.

“Y/N it’s fine. They’ve been doing that since the day we met them, its nothing now, just a good laugh.”

“Except its not, we both know that. Isn’t that why you started going to the gym more? You always tell people your trying to build muscle and the people who don’t know you like I do believe you. But I don’t because I know that theres more to your reasoning.” 

You stood there watching your boyfriend shift on his feet as he took in your words. You’ve been together for 3 years and have seen him get so mad at himself at something he couldn’t physically change to the point where he wouldn’t even talk to you. You saw how the boys would tease him about his size and his height, everyone laughing knowing it was all just good fun, but you were the only one who saw Joe after everyone had left. He’s dealt with this for a majority of his life and it still got to him. 

The first couple of weeks after he started working with his personal trainer were great but when the results didn’t come in quick enough, Joe got down on himself again making it harder for him to intake all the calories that he was suppose to, or he’d end up skipping the gym all together.

You made your way over to him when the silence lingered above you for way too long. 

“Joe,” You said taking his his hands in yours. “I wish you actually meant what you said, that it was all just a laugh. And listen, your not small or short. Your actually quite tall, for me anyway, and you defiantly have grown since the first time we’ve met. You were perfect for me then and your perfect for me now. Besides, not really sure who you’re trying to impress, is there something or someone I should know about Sugg?” You questioned as you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“No love, only you” he said pulling you in for a kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “And you’re right, you’re always right but it does suck that it does still get to me but I can’t really help it. Maybe I should just find me some new friends, ones who are smaller and shorter than me” 

You laughed into his shoulder. “You want to hang out with primary schoolers?”

“Hey! That wasn’t nice” 

“Sorry, I had too” you said kissing his lips again. 

Joe went to pull away but you leaned in closer, following his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you once again while his hands moved down to your waist and your tongues danced around each others mouths.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you Joe, I’ll make you feel better” You pulled away and whispered in his ear. Joe’s lips tugged themselves into a small smirk before leading you up to the bedroom.

You two were tugging at each other’s shirts as soon you at stepped foot into the room. With your lips reconnected, you blindly fumbled with the button on his jeans. Once you had successfully undid the button, you pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. 

“The boys may think you’re small, but your not” you said with a small smirk.

You waisted no time and quickly took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times as you watched Joe start to wither away at your touch. Slowly, you moved your mouth to his cock, licking a strip up the side before placing your lips over the tip, giving it a kiss. 

“Y/N” Joe breathed out as he looked down at you. 

You looked at him through your eyelashes as your lips made their way further down his cock. You sucked as you bobbed your head up and down, your hand working at the base of his cock. 

Joe let his head fall back into the pillows as a low moan escaped his lips. You picked up the pace at which you were bobbing your head, occasionally stopping to swirl your tongue around the tip before returning back to your previous actions.

Joe reached a hand down to cup your chin, guiding your face up to his so he could smash his lips into yours once again. You pulled away after a while and quickly removed your own jean and panties before straddling Joe’s waist and reconnecting your lips. 

Joe reached around your back and unclasped your bra, his massaging them in his hand before your bra even hit the grounds. With your lips still connected, Joe flipped the two of your over so your were now laying on your back.

“So much for letting me take care of you” You furrowed your eyebrows at Joe who only smirked in response. 

“One day, I promise” Joe said before guiding himself into you, causing you to moan out slightly, your hand gripping the bed sheets.

Joe gave you a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of you as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“Oh god” You moaned out, your grip on the sheets tightening. 

Joe moved a hand down to your clit as he continued to thrust deeper into you. 

“Fuck” he growled lowly as he felt your walls clench around him, making it harder for him to thrust into you. 

“I’m close Joe” you moaned out as you hands moved to grip onto his shoulders. 

“Just a little longer love” Joe said thrusting into you quicker as he too was getting close to his release. 

“Joe!” You yelled out feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer until you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices spilling over Joe’s cock as he continued to thrust into you, milking out your high, until he came himself. 

Joe pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, both your chests heaving up and down. 

“Feel better?” You said rolling onto you side, watching the small smile form across his lips as he thought back to the conversation the two of you had before hand.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry I let their comments get to me, I know they don’t mean it and thats the worse part”

“I’ll tell them to quit, they seem to listen to me the most” you said, the two of you laughing. 

“Thanks love” Joe said rolling over on his side and giving you a quick kiss.

Size||Why don't we||Preference four♡

Summary: You struggle with your size, even though they think you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

Words:3406

Warnings:None

Requested:Not on here

A/n:Every single one of you are beautiful! Taken from my Wattpad:)


Daniel Seavey- You stood in the room you and Daniel shared at the Why Don’t we house, your shirt rolled up to the bottom of your bra, as tears streamed down your face. When you were younger you were a little heavier than most, causing some asshole people to make fun of it and you. Over the last 2 years you had started working out 3 times a week and you had noticed a huge difference from how you once looked and felt, some of that having to do with working out and some of that having to do with Daniel, he had made you feel so incredibly beautiful. Your mental health along with your actual health had been improving so much and not a day went by where Daniel didn’t tell you that he was proud of you and that you were beautiful, he knew how much you struggled with your self image and did anything he could to help you. But all the hard work you had seem to do undid its self a few days ago, the words replaying in your head over and over again.

You and Daniel had gone out to eat lunch, he had been so busy in the studio that he hadn’t had much time to spend with you over the last week so he had taken you out to a nice lunch before you spent the day together.

After you had sat down, he excused himself to the bathroom after telling you want he wanted so you would order for the two of you.

When the waitress from the restaurant came over to the table where the two of you sat by the window you could instantly tell she wasn’t in the best mood, so you tried to be extra nice and smile more, thinking maybe she had just dealt with a really rude person and could use one.

After you had told her what Daniel had wanted you glanced at the menu one more time before shutting it and tell her what you wanted. Instead of writing it down, she looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You sure you want to order that?” She asked, you looked at her confused. Was it bad?

“Yeah why?” You asked, your voice a little softer than it had once been.

“Its a lot of calories,Maybe try a salad honey. If you get any fatter he isn’t gonna stick around” She laughed before writing down what you had once ordered and then snatched the menu from your hands and walked away, shaking her head in the process.

You looked down at your hands, tears brimming in your eyes.

You were taken out of your thoughts when Daniel opened the door and walked through, stopping right away when he saw the tears following down your face. You quickly shoved your shirt down and walked over to the bed, sitting down and wiping the tears away that were falling from your eyes.

“Baby, whats wrong?” he asked, shutting the door behind him and getting on the bed, sitting criss cross apple sauce facing you.

“Am I getting fat to you?” you blurted out, shock and sadness plastered his face. Daniel never really understood why you were so self conscious, from the moment he met you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and even though he was proud of you for working out and trying to better yourself he never even thought for a second that you needed to lose weight and he could’ve cared less if you gained. You would always be perfect to him, no matter what.

“What baby? No why would you ask that?” He asked, reaching his arms out and pulling you onto his lap, your head now leaning on his shoulder as your legs hung over his lap and on the bed.

“When we went for lunch the other day.. you went to the bathroom and when I ordered for myself she asked me if I was sure thats what I wanted because it was a lot of calories and she told me if I got any fatter you wouldn’t stick around"You told him, not looking into his eyes anymore as you whispered the ended, not wanting to say it yourself.

"Excuse me?” He asked, anger breaking out all over his face.

“She said what?!” He hissed. He brought his fingers to your chin, making your head tilt up and your eyes connect with his.

“Y/n, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my whole life. I thought that from the moment you walked into the Bakery that day and Ive thought it everyday since. If you lose fifty pounds or gain fifty pounds you will still be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Please don’t listen to a stupid girl like her. I love you so much babygirl and nothing you could ever say or do would make me leave you, even more so over something silly like weight. I love you for you, not what you look like.”


Jack Avery- You sat on the couch in the living room of the Why Don’t we house, looking through the comments of the most recent post Jack had posted of the two of you. Hating yourself more as you continued.

You had always been skinny, skinnier than most. When you were 13 you were diagnosed with an over working thyroid, which meant it burned off an extreme amount of calories causing not a lot of fats to stay in your body. It was something you were extremely self conscious about, you felt like everyone judged you as soon as they saw you and being in a bathing suit was something you had absolutely hated, and of course that was what you were wearing in the photo. Daniel had taken the photo of the two of you when you, the boys and a few of their girlfriends had a pool party. From the moment Jack saw it he fell in love with it, the way the two of you were looking at each other seemed to capture the love you two shared, but what you and everyone seemed to see was how Skinny you were.

Wdwfanforever Does she even eat?

Seaveymydaniel her legs or a stick? 99% Of americans can’t tell the difference

Jackypooavery Someone get this girl a burger

And that was just the start of them, there were hundreds of them,  basically all saying the same thing. On some level you had always hoped people wouldn’t notice, that it was just a you thing but after today you knew it wasn’t

"Hey baby whats up?” Jack asked, smiling at you as he walked in. You quickly shut your phone off and sat up to meet his eyes.

“Nothing really, just trying to figure out what show to watch on netlfix. I was texting Adi for some advice” You lied, giving jack a fake smile. The only other time you had gotten hate was when you two had first went public with your relationship and Jack was absolutely furious.

“Jack have you seen all the comments on your post?” Daniel frowned coming into the living room with his phone in his hand. While Jack looked to Daniel you shook your head fast, hoping he would get the hint and drop it, but Jack looked back at you before you could stop and scrunched his eyebrows together looking back and fourth between the two of you.

He pulled out his phone when you stopped him, taking his hands and phone in yours before making eye contact with him.

“Jack, really its nothing. Please just let it go and don’t get angry” You pleaded, but then Daniel opened his mouth.

“Its not nothing Y/n!” He said, Daniel had been your best friend growing up, him being the one who introduced the two of you and he had always been protective of you.

“Daniel please!” You yelled standing up, looking at him somewhat angrily in his eyes.

“Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!” Jack said, now leaving his spot from the couch and standing up as well.

Daniel handed Jack his phone, of course already on the post with the comments on his screen.

Jack sat back down has his face fell, reading comment after comment.

“Could you give us a second?” He asked, talking to Daniel but not lifting his eyes up from the phone, not stopping reading more and more comments. Daniel didn’t say anything, he just nodded and walked out of the room. He shut the phone off and threw it on the couch, sticking his hand up, reaching for yours. Once yours and Jacks hands connected he gently pulled you to him and sat you on his lap.

Jacks hands cupped your cheeks before his eyes locked with yours.

“When I first met you I knew I was falling in love with you when I saw you having that eating competition with Jonah, and the best part was you won” He started causing you to giggle but your eyes never unlocking with his.

“I know we never talk about how self conscious you are, I catch you looking at your body in the mirror after a shower or the way you feel uncomfortable when you aren’t wearing a hoodie. I never bring it up because I never want to upset you, but so many times have I been sitting and watching you while you laugh or when you break out into those terrible dance moves of yours when one of our songs play and overtime all I can think about is how fucking beautiful you are. Y/n, you are the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen, everyday you take my breath away and weather you are 100 pounds or 200 pounds my opinion on you will never change” Once he finished you had tears threatening to fall, god you loved this boy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing with the hair that laid around the base before putting your forehead on his.

“I love you so much Jack Avery”

Jonan Marias- “You aren’t fat per say, you’re just a plus size model” Your friend told you as you took a bite from your chicken wrap as the two of you were at lunch. You instantly stopped eating your food and put it back down on the plate your face dropping completely as you pushed the food away from you, no longer hungry.

“Excuse me?” a guy asked, raged filling his whole voice, looking between you’re friend and you. You had no idea who he was, but he was hands down the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your life. He was tall and had brown hair, with the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.

“What?” Your friend snapped, obviously not liking the tone he was using. The boy looked at her in disgust while you just sat there watching.

“Why would you say something like that?” He asked, you had no idea why a stranger would get so angry over a comment like this, your ‘friend’ said stuff like this to you all the time and even though you tried to get use to it, it still hurt a little.

“Well its the truth” She said, rolling her eyes as she took another bite of her salad.

“The truth? The truth is she is one of the most beautiful girls Ive ever seen. The truth is that when I walked through the door my heart started beating a little faster once I saw her. The truth is that she deserves a hell of a lot better friends than you” He snapped, causing a blush to break out on your face as the two of you locked eyes, he winked at you before turning his attention back to the bitch eating in front of you.

“I think Im gonna go, Call me next week” She snapped, picking up her bag and rolling her eyes.

“Yeah she won’t be doing that. I hope you step in dog shit” He called just before she walked out the door causing you to explode into a fit of giggles.

“Now, Im Jonah and Id like to buy you coffee” He said, taking a seat where your friend had once sat.

“Im y/n” You smiled, looking into his eyes once again.

Zach Herron- The boys had gotten a brand deal with Adidas, they had pictures of a group and then each boys had pictures with a different girl, and of course you couldn’t help but stair at Zachs picture. Although you knew it was a photo shoot you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest, the way he was holding her skinny body, the way their faces were lit up with happiness, it hurt you. You always felt like Zach could do better, he could go out and find someone prettier, skinner, someone who would look better with him, but he chose you and everyday you wondered why more and more than the last.

“Whats wrong?” Jonah asked, walking outside to the patio where you sat, you hadn’t realized the frown that was forming on your face until you looked up to see Jonah with a worried expression on his face. Since you had moved into the Why don’t we house Jonah had become like an older brother to you, he cared about you the way a brother would and even Zach had to admit that the two of you had adorable brother/sister moments that the fans just loved.

He sat on the end of the lounge as you brought your feet up to your chest. You handed him your phone, his face filling with confusion.

“Why are you looking at this?” He questioned, feeling like he knew the answer already.

“Because look at her, he could do so much better than me. She’s so much prettier than me, she’s skinner and her smile looks amazing. The way they look at each other makes me realize that maybe Im not what Zach wants anymore, not when he knows he could have someone like her” You told Jonah.

“Y/n..” Zach said from behind you, causing you to jump. Your face went pale, not wanting him to hear the words that had left your mouth.

“Im gonna go” Jonah trailed off, putting your phone beside your feet and running inside, knowing that the two of you had a lot to talk about now.

Zach took Jonah’s spot at the end of your feet, taking one of your hands in his.

“She will never be better than you, no one ever will be. No one else’s eyes will sparkle like Diamonds in the sun, at least not like yours does. No ones laugh with make my heart melt completely overtime, not like yours does. No one will make me want to get out of bed everyday and make amazing things happen, not like you do. No one will make me fall in love all over again just by one simple kiss, not the way you do. You are one of a kind, you are it for me. Y/n your body is perfect to me, I love the way it fits in mine at night, I love the way your thighs touch and all your curves that seem to be placed in every right way. You are so fucking beautiful to me. All those girls you say I could get, I don’t even notice them. Why would I when I already have my everything right in front of me?”

“I love you so much Zach Herron” You whispered before bringing his face close to yours, pressing your lips on his soft pink ones.

Corbyn Besson- Corbyn and the boys were having a pool party, at first you were a little excited. Although the idea of you in a bathing suit was something you weren’t a fan of it was fine because you were comfortable with the boys and you knew that you wouldn’t be judged. But your attitude changed quickly when Corbyn had told you that it was going to become more of a party as there were more people coming over. 'Great’ You thought to yourself.

At first you had told corybn that you weren’t going to come anymore, telling him that you weren’t really a party person and He knew that a lot of people in the same space caused you anxiety but he had promised to stay right by your side the whole night and that you two would leave if it all got too over whelming for you. With his puppy dog face and his “Please baby’s” You couldn’t say no to the boy you were helplessly in love with so you said yes.

You were now at the party, in a bathing suit and feeling extremely uncomfortable, you stood outside by the pool, having a conversation with Jacks girlfriend who you were extremely close too and Corbyn.

“Im gonna go get us a drink okay? Ill be right back” He smiled, kissing your cheek and leaving. You had continued the conversation with Jacks girlfriend until a guy walked up to you, right away you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Hey beautiful, why don’t we go check out the rooms upstairs” He winked, the idea of throwing up had never sounded like a better idea.

“Um, I don’t think her boyfriend would like that very much” Corbyn said coming back with two drinks in his hand, you looked him in the eyes, slightly thanking him for saving you.

“Eh its whatever. She’s fat anyways” He chuckled, Cobyn put the drinks down and walked over to him.

“You might want to shut the fuck up” Corbyn snapped, his face red with anger.

“Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do if I don’t?” The drunk man asked, stepping closer to Corbyn, who was now only inches apart from him. Corbyn brought his hand back, ready to punch the man when you grabbed it quickly and pulled him back. His eyes met yours and his face softened when he saw the tears threatening to fall.

“Its not worth it, please walk away” You told him, your voice breaking at the end. Jonah and the rest of the boys had heard what happen from Jacks girlfriend and all had rushed outside to see the scene that had just unfolded in front of you.

“Im gonna go get changed” You whispered, his eyes scanning yours before you let go of him and walked into the crowed house and up the stairs to Corbyns room where your overnight bag sat int the corner.

Once you had changed you decided to stay upstairs, not wanting any more social interaction for today, you had simply had enough. You were reading a book on your phone when the door opened and a still upset looking corbyn came walking in to see next to you.

“What he said wasn’t true"He said, slightly gripping your chin and brought your face up to eye level.

"You are beautiful, inside and out. I love you y/n” He told you before bringing you into a kiss. He didn’t need to give you some huge speech, the way he kissed you made you feel beautiful and honestly that was all you needed.

Maybe that guy didn’t get to check out the rooms upstairs, but you and Corbyn did that night;).

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If you couldn’t tell this imagine was about you struggling with your body. I wrote this because I know many people do, weather it be because you feel to big or too small. I personally struggle with body image issues and I know how it can effect people.

Im hoping that this made some of you feel better if you struggle with the same thing. But I just want you all to know that you are all extremely beautiful people!

My Star pt. 2 (final)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 (final)

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 5,300

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung reached across the table and pouted, “C’mon…don’t be like this… It’s my last day in Korea and you’re gonna be all sour?” 

He watched her movements as he gently took her hand in his. She kept her gaze down, her expression was still filled with nothing but irritation. 

Taehyung knew that bringing her to the mall probably wasn’t the best idea. No, he wasn’t worried about being swarmed with people, he was worried she’d see things she liked then go off on an explosive tantrum when he’d break the news that he wouldn’t buy every single thing for her. 

Well…looks like his worries came true once again. 

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so as some of you may know, i recently took a hiatus to work on my mental health and now im back!! this is my official notice that i’m back just to inform you!! it’s been a good few weeks but i have realised how much i missed some of you guys, so i decided to do a follow forever!!

special mentions

@sevenyearsdead jud!! my husband!! honestly you were literally my first friend here and you’re definitely my bffl and im never going to get over how much you mean to me and how happy you make me just by sending me snapchats and seeing your posts, idk, i just love you a lot and im so so glad that youre in my life, it truly is one of the best things that has ever happened to me

@reneewvlkers al albert egotisticAL wALuigi ur literally one of my favourite people okay?? playing games with you is literally the highlight of my days and i love playing ultimate chicken horse and town of salem and oh sir the insult generator and how focused we got playing plague inc. if im being honest, for so long u were my tumblr crush and i almost cried when you followed me and now we’re here!! we’re like albert and lovecraft and every time i see a text or snapchat from you im just like !!!

@kevcnday mal my love!! loml!! my love!! honestly youre like the sweetest, kindest person ever and i love you so much!! i know youre sad a lot right now and i just really really want you to be happy more than anything because you totally deserve it!! you deserve to be happy and i want you to be happy more than anything because youre always there for me whenever i need you and youre really really brilliant and i love you

@droidcore yannic!! ilysm honestly ur like the sweetest ever and youre my lil dragon child and i love you because you got me into flight rising and your dragons are just awesome and you really make me feel like im wanted!! which is rare because i always feel like whenever im talking to somebody that they dont really want to talk to me but!! you make me feel like im wanted and i love you so much for that!!

@thedreamtwats ronan my child its been a while since we’ve spoken but you always mean a lot to me and i always love hearing your stories about your life and just how wild it is because it brings some joy to my life and i love u so much honestly youre just incredible

@extrajostensquad guys!! plexiglass fuckers anonymous!! my dudes!! youre honestly like the greatest collection of people ever and the fact that we’re the Fandom Police and that youre basically the only people left in this fandom that i trust im so glad that i got to know all of you! youre all so incredible and you make me feel so welcome like i never have been in a group chat before and its like so fun just to talk to you all and be salty about everything!! we all need to take photos in our fandom police jackets soon so we can literally be squad goals in every single way!! you were all there for me when that thing was going on with my mother and im so glad for that because it really helped to calm me down and i cant thank you enough for that. you all mean so much to me, honestly, im so so so glad that i met and spoke to you all, it’s so incredible!

mutuals are italicised and there’s no favourites because youre all my favourites!!

a - c

@abramsjosten @adnromeda @aelin @agronaa @ahthena @alekzandermorozova @allisongaynolds @allisonreynolds @alucardsemery @aly-naith @amhinyard @andreil @andreil69 @andreiwminyard @andrevvminyrd @andrewnminyard @apollonic @artcmis @athsna @biallisonreynolds @bookthiefes @bramlouisgreenfeld @cabeswaeter @cabeswaterlovesthem @calmpercy @capameribruh @cecilyherondales @cedricdiggoury @cindurellas @clvssical @coffeebisexual @cuipid @czernys

d - i

@daggersau @damnwilds @danwjlds @deehaan @doctorkot @droidcore @emeryalucards @empyrreal @enotrobin @exybee @exyjosten @faeheys @fcyre @fineiljosten @floweringbisexual @frances-janvier @gangseyys @gansaey @gayneil @georgvweasley @glendowers @goldstiens @hanrywinter @haylehkiyoko @henrimontague @hermioneggranger @herxnstairs @howlingremus @hxrryspotter @hynpos @ignitesme @inejghvfa @isakvaltzrsen

j - l

@jeanmoneau @jeanmoreaue @jeanmoreeu @jeanrnoreau @jeansmoraeu @jeansmoreau @jehanprovairre @jeremoreau @jeremynox @jesparfaheys @jimkivk @julietteferarrs @katarras @katiebells @kayleighsday @keterdam @kettersdam @kevcnday @kevindayofficial @kevinwymackday @kickfoxing @klosehemmick @larajeahsong @lehmony @le-lex @lilaabard @lilabard @lilyqvans @lindseymorgan @lunascope

m - p

@magnussalexander @maliayukimura @mariarosales @matsboyd @mcttbcyd @merpeopl @miniminyardd @minjard @minyardx @mivyard @mnvrds @mvgnvsbane @nathanieljostn @neiljoster @neils-josten @neilswesninski @nejighafa @nevillxes @nickyhemmick @ninazeanik @ninczeniks @noahsweetwne @nvckyhemmick @opalynch @opheliai @oscarwlds @pacifistpadme @patrioclus @perseajacksn @persrephone @petalloso @pipedream @pipvdream @poethry @posiedcns

r - z

@remusluvpin @reneewvlkers @reneison @requiemofkings @revneewalker @ronansparrishs @roryglimore @rosesau @rosewatre @rosewealseys @rustofstardust @sangradora @sevenyearsdead @simonspear @stormybisexual @thaleias @thebetterminyard @thedreamtwats @thedreggs @thef0xholecourt @thelouvvre @thunderbiirds @thxief @tinyjosten @todorokishto @transbeaulieu @trialsofapollo @vangcgh @vanillasweet @veinus @victorvalc @waldensbeck @wesnenski @wesnihski @wesninskie @williamherxndale @wveck @zelvars @zoyalina

Chris Evans Fic: Back Together

You paused at the door to smooth down the imaginary wrinkles in your dress, but mainly to try and steady your nerves. It had been five long months since the break up and you hadn’t laid eyes on him in the flesh since then. But, of course, meeting at a mutual friend’s wedding was inevitable and today would be the biggest test of all. How would he look? Would he be with someone? Brought a date? Or would he be alone, like you? Did he remember why you had broken up? Because night after night of scrolling through digital albums of your snaps and videos on your phone of the two of you rendered your memory useless and the events that led to you walking out that day were now hazy and vague. 

And now here you were, about to see him for the first time since then. You still hadn’t really got a game plan together for how you would act. Cool and aloof? Bright and breezy? Contrite and apologetic? It was too hard to decide but, regardless, you knew the moment you saw him, your brain would do its own thing anyway. 

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kaisoo real couple plaids and outfits theory 161016

First of all it started with this, when ji wore plaids/checkered as well. That day, they went to the movies, them alone, if i remembered correctly, I believe this date is close to Valentines day as well. Cute.

Now look at these are kaisoo’s iconic moments, and notice this, at least one of them is always wearing plaids / checkered.

One can argue that ‘its a photoshoot they are wardrobed by staffs’ and you are very right but that doesn’t take away the fact that kaisoo wore plaids when kaisoo happened. kaisoo x plaids has been established before kxk, and it is possible that kaisoo notices this?

Because there are many other incidences where kaisoo happened when there is plaid. Remember when ji hosted a radio? That day he called himself kai-d (j) (sounds like kadi) and he was wearing plaids as well. 160705

And also the infamous kaisoo private fan meeting. Remember the very first flower crown moment, ksoo was wearing plaid once again. (This meeting is also somehow private, why must it be so secretive when its something concerned of kaisoo being together)

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Moving on, Kaisoo can match clothes once and it could be coincidence, but they didnt only match once, they matched plaids many times in the airport.

Plaids is a kaisoo thing ever since those iconic photos, So why did they choose to SUDDENLY match plaids, out of all pattern after april 1st?

Lets go to their airport fashion, ex o is a mature group, i doubt they are 100% controlled by their stylists. And kaisoo matched clothes several times as well.

Here are some examples of kaisoo matching plaids.

- 160812 plaid shirts

- 160824, again, kaisoo wearing the white undershirt, the same mask and both unbuttoned their shirts. Also notice these two dates are quite close, you really think these are only coincidences? It looks planned to me, but maybe it could be coincidence?

- moving on to the third time, 160930. This day is important, because I noticed something curious

And now take a look at ksoo, his shirt size is way too big for the shirt to be his.

He didn’t roll up his sleeves, which is so long its way past his hands, and he doesn’t tuck his shirt in as well. We can notice easily that this shirt bigger than his usual shirts. That shirt is sizes bigger than him yes? I really wonder if that shirt is his..

now look at ji

doesn’t his shirt look a bit too tight? Compare this shirt with other pics like the ones I posted above, ji’s shirts are not usually this tight.

Kaisoo wore these shirts together to the airport.  ksoo wore a size too big and ji a size too small. Did they wear each other’s clothes? It could be done on purpose, I don’t believe in coincidences, not when it occurs repeatedly

- next outfit, also a very strange day. 160909. This is the day when dispatch took this picture

Why is this important? Well their outfit.

You see the green pants soo wear? Then the navy blue shirt ji wore? The navy blue shirt actually is 90% similar, if not exactly the same with the navy shirt soo wore WITH HIS GREEN PANTS during hats on fansign.

We all know hats on fansign is special, bc its one of the minimal fansigns/meetings kaisoo attended together. And what a strange coincidence that media, and hats on themselves also posted a pic of kaisoo on 160528:

So strange… dispatch posted pics of them with that outfit, while media and hats on posted a pic of ksoo wearing that outfit before…. Do we really think this is coincidence? I can tell you the media definitely knows btw.

Next, to a more recent event.

Ji wore checkered / plaid when he did his Vapp on 161012 at midnight. (so its in dark AM)

That night ksoo was in japan, and ji didn’t see ksoo for a few days. Coincidence again? But this is not it, bc look:

This is ksoo on 161012 morning AFTER Vapp. He wore a plaid shirt underneath his jacket. Maybe ksoo watched ji’s vapp broadcast? coincidence again… Maybe kaisoo is showing us something who knows.

And here is DMC rehearsal, where ji once again wore blue plaid. A few hours after this, ksoo returned. coincidence again?

So why is it always plaids when smth kaisoo related happen? Notice All these couple outfits though. Tell me, are we sure these are only coincidences? The point is, I can’t but notice these vague correlation between plaids patterning and all these kaisoo related occurrences…  

And lastly, this is just another example of kaisoo matching colour code clothes after kxk, and after sooxothers ships. kaisoo don’t only match plaids, but the thing with plaid is too much coincidence.

So is kaisoo actually making a statement that they are still going strong especially after kxk?

Besides, Why does it have to be them? Why do these coincidences have to revolve around kaisoo? bc If kaisoo is fake, the two people matching plaids and checkered wont be kaisoo, it could be, who knows. Ksoo x leo for example. Or ji x leetue k lmao?

Shippers didnt make these up, kaisoo themselves did.

Ps this theory aimed to target on plaids only as these are the most obvious clothes matching events I discovered. Also yes other boys do wear plaids too, its certainly a popular pattern but I am only pointing out these coincidences as an eye opener.

A THEORY IS DEFINED AS AN IDEAS that are TRANSLATED FROM MY BRAIN TO A TUMBLR POST. I declare nothing as Facts. This is only made for fun and help spark ideas of your own.

So yes everyone, have fun shipping! Kaisoo has been showing us they are still okay and going strong all throughout 2016, not only through couple clothes. So why should we give up? Stay strong KD!

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Post is edited 2017

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

also on ao3

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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Linkin Park: Through Black Eyes

Featured Photo: Myself in 2007, in a Linkin Park t-shirt

Trigger warning: This article discusses the recent suicide of Chester Bennington, and his past, dealing with drug addiction, mental illness, and sexual assault.


Exactly a day after the news broke that Chester Bennington of Linkin Park had died, Afropunk posted a heartfelt and somewhat personal reaction, which encouraged black kids from ages 35 to 15 to respond in droves. For a certain age set of the black community, Linkin Park was our reintroduction to rock music, via the DJ styles of Joe Hahn, and the poetic bars of Mike Shinoda. They gave Chester’s lyrics and voice an edge that could cross barriers. It’s why the band resonated with so many people.

Unfortunately, not everyone could see that. An older generation of black people also weighed in on the article, unsure of what to make of this band, being herald by AFROPUNK as having given black kids the gift of rock. But if you were like me, in 2001, the internet was just a baby. My mother and nana, who both raised me, didn’t raise me on rock n’ roll, or its origins. How could I have known this glorious, and complex genre was invented by a queer black woman? Or even known that Chuck Berry came before Elvis? Enter Linkin Park.

They were one of the earliest bands I ever got into, with maybe Green Day coming in first. Linkin Park were the only band that showed me a side to rap that I hadn’t seen before. A sensitive, poetic branch. An album like “Hybrid Theory” gave me the space in my mind to later be able to consume or even conceive something like, Jay-Z’s 4:44. They were the first to show me how two seemingly different genres of music can meld together. They were one of the first bands I was truly devoted to.. if only for a passionate childhood and pre-teenhood. They were also the first band to teach me about depression, and trauma, and how it’s all connected. And I want, somehow, to further connect by writing down my experience of knowing Linkin Park, as a black person, the full extent of their contributions, and Chester’s legacy.

When the news first broke, I was in Sapelo Island. My partner and I were on vacation. We had only just gotten settled, when my friend Daniel made a vague Facebook post about Chester, that didn’t allude to situation.

I found out through Google. I couldn’t cry.

The thing is that, Chester isn’t by any means, a legend. Not even one his main influences, Stone Temple Pilots (for whom he front for a while), were legends. They were both products of legends (i.e. Mother Love Bone, the beginning of grunge), and they successfully rode that train of influence to a lucrative career. But despite this, Chester Bennington is someone that means something, to MILLIONS of KIDS. It is mostly kids who listen to Linkin Park. How on earth do you tell your young teen or preteen that their favorite singer couldn’t cope with the world? With 2016 having passed, I think we can all say we have had our fair share of heavy loss. But as an adult, how do you navigate the death of a portion of your life? That was what Linkin Park was, for black millennials; a gateway to a lifestyle

        Photo: A photo I took on the endless beaches of Sapelo.

This is also a story about trauma.

I don’t know how many know his story, but Chester was sexually abused for several years, by an older male friend. I know I have friends who have experienced sexual traumas. I know based on their experiences that recovery is so hard. And the trauma eats its way into habits (think “Breaking The Habit” from 2004’s Meteora), like drug addiction and eating disorders, and self harm. Chester had ALL of that, and then some, and while it may not have been the sole reason he took his life, it was one of many. A myriad of thoughts and actions, weighing him down to nothing. 

In a world where black pain is weakness, and often ignored, I sometimes felt kinship with Chester for the pain that, while expressed creatively, existed between the lines, that hid inside himself. He was an empath. I am an empath. And we exist in a minority circle of people who probably get hurt, a lot. 

Late at night on August 4th, I watched footage of Chester doing an interview, not too long before he died.

He was so alive. When Chester was alive, he was SO alive. He had the personality of the sun. His smile, and laughter, and playfulness, were all still incredibly infectious, up until he died. What has been hard is knowing that as intensely as he felt joy, he probably felt pain just as intense. But that was Chester. My only images of Chester in my mind are of two, radically different faces: His wide, open-mouthed smile, and his wide, open-mouthed screams, when performing. 

Part of what made Linkin Park relatable from the jump, and for almost 20 years, was their ability to tap into the angst (and beyond teenage angstiness) of an entire nation.. and farther. And that emotion is directly descended from Chester’s personal experiences with being a person, trapped in the memories of trauma and substance abuse, which he was very, very, painfully open about.. which made him, and the band stand out from the likes of Evanescence, Slipknot, and Limp Bizkit. So you can imagine, that anything that Linkin Park commits to tape for an album, is coming from a genuine place of heavy emotion.

With that said, despite them being honest songwriters until the end, the backlash towards their newest release (One More Light, May 19th), was, and still actually is, very severe. People genuinely do NOT like this album. Linkin Park have had their fair share of harsh criticism over their career, but I don’t think there’s been a single album of theirs that’s been met with such universal scorn.. despite it charting at number one, high numbers around the globe, before Chester’s death.

On August 16th, I got through listening to the album. It is not the worse thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just not what I expected. For half of it, I was simply bored. There is one song that I just had to skip, “Sorry For Now”, because it had a beat drop, and some synth stuff happening that made me feel like I was listening to Halsey or some shit, and I feel bad, but I just couldn’t do it. That one I genuinely hated. But there are highlights. The first single, “Heavy”, featuring Kiiara, is growing on me, mainly because the music video for it is so captivating. Mike’s verse in “Good Goodbye” was strong, but it’s his only rapping part on the entire album. “Halfway Right” would have been a better choice for a single than the last two that were released.

Photo: Hybrid Theory-era Linkin Park, photoshoot outtake | Credit: Jen Luciani

The saving grace of this album is its title track, “One More Light”; an entirely stripped, almost acapella take, that is heartbreaking, and sadly prophetic. I cry whenever I hear it. The final track, “Sharp Edges” is a wonderful, folksie song that should’ve been put before “One More Light”, instead of being the closer.. but that’s just how I feel. The album is not a total dud, it’s just not Linkin Park at their full potential.

Even an opinion like mine, paired alongside the harsh insults they have received, was probably incredibly painful, and damaging to Chester, who since the album’s release, has been accused of being a “sell-out”, prompting him to lash out in interviews and on social media in the immediate aftermath.. causing some musician friends, i.e. Slipknot’s Corey Taylor to tell him to take it easy, and try to tune out the negative, because at the end of the day, they’re still one of the biggest millennium bands in the world.

That probably didn’t help. Our “criticism” didn’t help. Based on interviews given before his death, clearly was having a hard time personally, leading up to the recording of the record. That’s something none of us probably ever take into consideration when listening to an album: the artist’s mindset. And I’ll be honest, since I haven’t consistently been listening to Linkin Park in about 10 years, I thought that because they had all these things going for them–charities, millions of fans, nice houses in California, the same band line-up for 15+ years, and the most upbeat personalities of any band i’ve ever seen, I assumed things were fine.

But Chester’s a person with clinical depression. Who had a therapist. Who probably took medication (or maybe not). Who experienced YEARS of trauma, and then years of substance abuse to try and silence his mind. How stupid am I to think that everything is fine, just because it’s been x amount of years, and he’s in a successful rock band?

I’m disappointed in myself, and as guilty as anybody, for accusing Linkin Park of “putting on” the angst in their recent work, thinking that they’re just trying to keep up with writing what they always write about. That the lyrics are “just words”, to fill in the instrumentation.

In that way, I’m pretty sure we’ve let Chester down. How fucked up is that?


Last night, I got high at a party with my partner, and inevitably, our conversation ending up toward Linkin Park. I thought it was drabble, but he said I should commit it to paper (or iPhone). That I had something to say.

I’ve mentioned earlier the lyrical content of Linkin Park’s songs. They are incredibly personal, and the last album is no exception. I’ve mentioned that, when Chester was alive, he was very much ALIVE. He radiated intense amounts of joy… but how that also means his pain was probably felt just as hard. Throughout his career, and particularly (and eerily) in the last year of his life, Chester had been candid, open, about his struggle with mental illness. There were hardly boundaries between him, the band, and his fans. Viewing the Instagram and Snapchat videos they’ve done in the last few months of Chester’s life, you can see how active of a participant Linkin Park is, in their fan base. And that’s what I want to single out, here: Chester’s death, was like the loss of a childhood friend.

Linkin Park’s fan base consists mostly of millennials. We grew up with Linkin Park. Those feelings of anger, depression, and anxiety that they knew too well, resonated with all of us. That’s what propelled them to the top of the charts. That’s what won them Grammys. But what made Linkin Park completely transparent, and still relevant after 18 years, was their kindness, namely Chester’s.

Chester made you feel like you were his best friend. It was in his physical enthusiasm. It was in his voice, and the way it engages with you. His sense of humor. His humility. Linkin Park were never a cocky band. The strength of their dedication and transparency with their fan base, made it feel like we knew them. And yeah, I felt like I knew Chester. It was like one of us moved away, but every now and then, one of us would make it back home to visit, and catch up. Was I listening to new Linkin Park, and keeping up musically? No. But I would play the old stuff, and reminisce about the intensity to which I carried a torch for LP, once. And now that Chester’s gone, there’s a significant chunk of that era that has died. He was brilliant. He was warm. He was kind. It’s still not fair.

I lost my best friend, that day.


If you or someone you know is suffering from depression, and suicidal thoughts, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline (1-800-273-8255), CrisisChat, or the Trevor Project (1-866-488-7386).

I am also selling original, Linkin Park artwork, where 20% of month-end sales on all designs will be donated to Music for Relief (which has been redirected to the One More Light Fund, for Chester). Link below.

https://www.redbubble.com/people/serenepristine1/collections/744965-chester-donation-pieces?asc=u

5 Years- Blacknut

hey um, today is 7/8/17 just wanted to say this scenario is cringey, just full on cringe, so is part two. like i apologize for how cringe this is.

Backstory: You debuted as an artist in 2006, you became big worldwide. Left your company in 2012 to join JM. You met Blacknut in 2011 and hit it off, so you start dating. You keep it lowkey, for 5 years, suprisingly no one catches on. You pretty girl, so yk them boys wanna hit you up and Blacknut is not a fan of that.lol

The both of you were siting in your studio working on a song, and you started day dreaming.

“Hahahahaha,” you laughed out loud.

“What? Did you think of a funny meme again?” He said, confused.

“No, no, I just think it’s so funny that we’ve been together for around 5 years now, and no one knows. Well no one has confronted us. It’s not like our relationship is a deep dark secret, we make it obvious some days, right?” You constantly thought about this a lot, how come no one knows.

“Somedays, yeah. I mean we come out of mine or your studio looking like a mess. That pretty much screams that we’re together, I think.” He replied. “It’s definitely because of all those music videos, you’re in with other rappers. People probably think you’re a whore.” He said jokingly.

“Fuck you, people think you’re a virgin. At least, it looks like I’m getting it in with successful people.” You barked back.

“Well you know the truth, and you were my first and I was your first. Sadly, I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life.” Daewoong replies sarcastically.

“Yeah, it must be really hard for you as I’m the one the brings in 99.99% of our income. Oh, and how much it must suck dating such a distinguished artist. What a horrible life you live, dating a celebrity that has made so much money in the past 11 years that you could never earn in your life.”

This was a normal conversation between you and Daewoong, to anyone else it’d seem like fighting. Sure, you sometimes hurt his feelings but he knows how to egg on a person, that’s probably why he is really good at dissing.

“Oh, I have a good idea!” You said excitedly.

“Is it getting back to the song?” He said.

“No, not that. We can do that another day. We should post pictures with each other. The privacy was great for these past 5 years, but I want to see how the public reacts to us. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You proposed this idea, that you knew wouldn’t get the most positive response.

“I like this idea of yours, but like do I have to post appropriate photos? If yes, then we must keep this relationship a secret till death.” Daewoong replied.

“Show me the photos before you post, deal? I’ll post some throughout each year, and you can post whatever you want as long as you have my approval.” You compromised.

“I’m older than you, I should be able to post what I want. But, I guess since it’s your idea I will respect it.”  He said pretending to be defeated.

“No, next…”

“No.”

“No.”

“No.”

“God no.”

“You gotta be kidding me, no. Is there anything appropriate?”

2 hours passed.

“Please just chose one, do you really care if they are inappropriate?” He pleaded.

“All your photos of me, are fucking nudes.” You were impatient as well.

“Well, it’s not like people don’t want to see your nudes. If you want me to blur out the bad parts, I will.”

“That won’t make it any better, idiot.” You kept on scrolling through his phone.

You finally came across a photo you really liked, this is probably the only appropriate photo you’ve came across so far. The photo made you happy, it was a mirror picture of the both of you on Valentine’s Day last year. You were wearing a red flowly strapless dress, he was dressed nicely kind of like a waiter, but he looked handsome.

“This one.” You said.

“Finally,” he said. “Cute. Does the caption have to be appropriate too? Can the caption be ‘Fucked her every Valentine’s Day for the past 5 years.’” Daewoong replied, and you glared at him.

You lightly punched his shoulder, "No, pervert. Caption it the date it was taken. You better do that with every photo you post, if I see any inappropriate caption, I swear I will end you.”

“I think you can trust me with the photo selection now, I don’t want to be sitting here for another century. No full out nudes and only dates as captions.” And with that said you gave him your trust, and left your studio.

You picked out photos from each anniversary together, and you posted the first photo you ever took together. To not be such a prude, you posted a photo of him kissing your neck. Without a doubt you had to be cautious of younger fans it was inevitable, even Daewoong had younger fans, but he didn’t have boundaries unlike you. So checking what he posted didn’t make you the happiest person, but you expected it. He posted a photo of you two in the shower with makeup pouring down your face, and captioned it as ‘she is so beautiful!’ Another photo was his hand palming your ass with the caption as ‘5 fingers, 5 years. Love you! ❤’ He didn’t follow your orders, and at this point you didn’t bother stopping him. In a matter of seconds posting your photos your social media blew up, as well as your text messages.

Daewoong came running out of the studio to the hangout area laughing, “Didn’t listen to your rules, because why the hell would I. You gotta look at what people are saying. A lot are confused, some are offended, and others really like the photos I posted of you.” He took a seat next to you on the couch and you read the comments together on your post, it truly shocked people. After a couple of minutes, the all of the JM crew except Swings showed up in front of you in shock. They looked down at the both of you, but no one spoke, so you and Daewoong just went back reading comments.

“Um, excuse me. Have you guys really been together that long?” Giriboy spoke up.

“Yeah, none of you caught on so we just kept it to ourselves for the most part.” You replied.

“Good for you, Daewoong. I don’t want to offend you are anything, but I find it amazing, how did you possibly get with Y/N. Please tell me the story when you have the time. Anyways, congratulations to you guys for staying together for so long.” Vasco said with a smile on his face, he was seriously so proud of Daewoong that it surprised you.

“Thank y-” Daewoong was cut off by Cjamm.

“No, don’t congratulate them, do you realize how much press this is going to get? Swings is going to be so pissed, especially at you Daewoong. All of the photos you posted are so inappropriate. Y/N, you have the biggest following in Korea, just imagine the amount of criticism you will receive online. You guys just fed the media a weeks worth of food, and our PR team is going to be pilled in shit.”

“We liked the photos.” Nochang and Vasco said in synch.  

“Because your fucking pervs.” Sungmin replied angrily.

“Excuse me that is not how you speak to your elders, young man. You can’t even deny you don’t like those photos, you talk about Y/N everyday.” Vasco scolded Sungmin.

“Shut up. That doesn’t make it right.” Sungmin said defeated and embarrassed.

“You’re just jealous its not you in those photos.” Vasco replied further embarrassing him.

“Sungmin, don’t stress. I know that Daewoong’s post are extremely inappropriate, and I told him to post the opposite. But, if you compare those photos to let’s say music videos or photo shoots I’ve been in, they’re equally the same. I’m well aware there is a huge difference between the two, but too late to delete them now, when there are plenty of screenshots. The worse that will come out of this is hate. I’m gonna lose fans, but I will also gain fans. When Swings comes back later, I will deal with him myself, it was my idea.” You said reassuring the group of men. “Now I will be in Swings office waiting for him, please go on with your day.”

There will definitely be a pt. 2, and I apologize if there’re any mistakes, grammar wise. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy, I haven’t made a scenario in a while, but I will try my best to make them more often. I also apologize for how short this is.

A Halloween Surprise!

Words: 1338

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 

Warnings: None, unless black cats and abandonment trigger you. This is just a fluffy drabble! 

This is a fanfic for @torn-and-frayed’s Halloween challenge based on the propmt black cats. A big shout out to @plungerwhisk for being my beta and @beacon-hills-chance-harbor for the awesome Instagram edits! 

“Hey Jen? Did you hear something?" 

Jensen frowned in concentration, listening for anything. You immediately ran down the alley way, leaving Jensen to run after you, confused by your sudden outburst.

You leant down, in front of a box next to a large trash can and picked something up. You had your back to Jensen but he heard you unzip your hoodie, and place something inside, hugging it to your chest. He heard you speaking so quietly and softly that even he strained to hear it. That’s when he heard it, a small squeak. 

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Gone Public

req: “Can i get a Jaebum from Got7 scenario where your an idol as well under yg and we are secretly dating. We are both at M Countdown and throughout the show we would intereact with one another but the public knew us as best friends.We are backstage being all cute and then we start kissing thinking no one is there but some fans snuck in and hid and then took pictures and uploaded them. So then we have to cone out with our relationship. Could you include some teasing from the members. Thanks”

thanks for requesting love, hope you enjoy!

warnings: angsty & a little suggestive 

word count: 886

You had been a trainee under the company YG for quite some time now and nobody had known that you and the famous “JB” from GOT7 was your boyfriend until it happened…

(i thought this gif was just really hot and had no relation until i noticed the m countdown man behind him so its the perfect gif ;D)

Originally posted by br-illuminati

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anonymous asked:

okay I'm going to ask you this because i've always loved your take on things, especially about malec. have you seen the sdcc trailer? do you think they'll break up?

No. I don’t think Malec will breakup.

About that trailer. I know a lot of theories are going around but, here’s what I think. Possible spoilers below so please skip this entirely if you don’t want them. I had fun discussing the trailer below but please take it with a grain of salt. These are, after all, just theories.

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3 -- for the Kent Parson Birthday Bash

“Nobody is know,” said Alexei. They were having Thai food before he left for Providence after spending a week in Las Vegas. “I’m sure. Everyone think I’m the man on your instagram – why you put those, anyway?”

“Well –” Kent flushed. Alexei was referencing some particularly ravishing photos of Jeff’s mostly naked body. “He looked good. I couldn’t help it. You saw that ass, obviously.” He took a bite of his pad kee mao. Alexei had green curry, but it was almost gone.

Alexei laughed. He had such a nice, warm laugh that Kent couldn’t help but smile in response to it. Alexei ruffled Kent’s hair a little. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “My abs better, but if people have to think I look like someone else naked, is not a bad choice. He looks good.” He swirled some of Kent’s noodles around a fork, stealing a bite.

Kent laughed. “I should put you both on there, keep people guessing.”

Alexei raised a brow. “What, not enough drama for you in last year?”

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Beyond a reasonable doubt

My response to recent fandom meltdowns. What would Mulder and Scully do? Slightly not safe for work. 

Mulder was propped up on his left arm, his mobile in his right hand, the bed sheets tangled around his legs. Scully took a moment to admire the ripple of muscles in his arms and chest as he scrolled.

           “What are you looking at Mulder?”

           “There’s been a drama unfolding on Tumblr.”

           “About Trump?” She untied the belt on her robe and hung it over the chair next to her side.

           “No, about that actress Gillian Anderson.”

           She sat on the bed. “Who?”

           He looked at her with a lazy grin. “The one who played Stella Gibson in The Fall.”

           Recognition flickered across her eyes and she hummed a little. “Ah, yes. Those silk blouses and pencil skirts. Those legs. That impeccable British accent.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment.

           Mulder chuckled. “You know there’s no such thing as a British accent, don’t you Scully?”

           “Huh?”

           “There are around 60 accents in the British Isles. Detective Superintendent Stella Gibson speaks with a southern English accent. Plummy.”

           Scully let herself slide further down the bed and turned to face him. “Like Phoebe Green, you mean?” She did her best ‘home counties’ accent and waited for him to bite. He rewarded her with an eye roll and a quiet ‘hmph’. “Can I see?” She took the phone. “So what’s the issue? Why is this picture a big deal? She looks happy.”

           “Yep. She does. But it’s who she looks happy next to that’s creating the blow-up.” He tapped the screen. The image enlarged.

           “Who is it?”

           “His name is Peter Morgan and he’s a screenwriter. We watched his most recent show, The Crown.”

           Scully peered at the phone. “Is that the one with Queen Victoria?”

           “No, that was Victoria. The Crown is the one about the early days of Queen Elizabeth II. Remember?”

           “Oh yes, that was great. A young woman thrust into the patriarchy, daring to have her own opinions and having to put up with a partner whose attention span was akin to a five-year-old and whose loyalty was sometimes dubious. Tough woman.” She gave him back the phone. “So what’s the fuss? And why are you on Tumblr, Mulder?”

           He put the mobile on his bedside drawer. “The fuss is that she has been linked to David Duchovny, the actor from Californication, for quite some time. And the fandom is in meltdown that she is now apparently seeing this Peter Morgan. It’s goodbye Gillovny and hello Gilligan.”

           Scully shook her head. “So the poor woman is reduced to a celebrity match name instead of being recognised for the talented actor that she is. It’s disgraceful. Imagine if we were given a couple name? How demeaning would that be?”

           “Would we be Sculder or Mully?” he asked, watching the strap of her nightgown slip down her shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss there. She turned and stroked his head, chuffing out a soft laugh.

           “And was she ever confirmed to be dating that Duchovny guy? I mean, he’s pretty hot, but do we really know anything about him? He might be conceited or arrogant or unfaithful or boring. Although, I did read his books and they were funny and sweet,” she let Mulder continue his ministrations. “And this Peter guy might be plain in comparison but he might be super intelligent, witty, charming. Women are turned on by all sorts of different things – emotional, intellectual and physical traits. It’s sometimes a slow and subtle burn that worms its way through your entire system until one day you look up and realist that this ordinary person you’ve known for a while is actually the love of your life.”

Mulder stopped kissing her arm and looked up at her. “Ordinary?”

“I’m not necessarily talking about you, Mulder. Carry on.” He did. “And how do any of these people on Tumblr know anything about these celebrities? They must spend half their day consumed with what famous people are doing instead of living their own lives, or loving their partners or children, or creating things, or helping others.”

           Mulder kissed down her arm to her elbow and licked the soft skin at the inside. She let out a slight moan. That sound did things to him.

“I know, right?” His teen girl impersonation made her giggle and he listened to that wonderful sound before licking again.

“Mulder, that’s really good, but I still want to know why you’re on Tumblr?”

“I’ve got an account.” He moved down her arm to her wrist and pressed his full lips to her papery skin there. That always got a reaction. She squirmed and he put his other hand over her abdomen, lightly stroking the silky material of her gown.

“What?” she pushed his hand away.

He pulled back and frowned. “Yeah, and this shit goes down and it’s terrible. People have actually sent death threats to the children of some of the bloggers. Anonymously, of course. But that’s scary.”

Scully looked at him, quirking an eyebrow. “It is. But since when did you get a Tumblr account, Mulder?”

“And who’s the real victim here, Scully? The celebrities, the bloggers who are being harassed, their children who don’t even know about the shitstorm, the rest of us watching it going down consumed by second-hand anxiety about people we don’t even really know?”

“You’re always on the side of the victim, Mulder, but this isn’t real life.”

“It’s somebody’s real life. It’s the real life of the mother whose child’s life was threatened.”

She sighed. “I know. It’s terrible. But when did you get a Tumblr account?”

“I set it up a while ago. I don’t have many followers but I like to see what’s going on so I look at my feed and go onto some of my favorite sites.”

She looked at him, tucking her chin to her chest. “What’s your blog called?”

“But Aliens.”

“Butt Aliens?”

He looked hurt. “You’re saying it wrong, Scully. But Aliens. It’s a blog about other the possibilities of life forms, space travel, conspiracies, UFO sightings. I just need more followers, you know?”

“I can imagine.”

“You sound a bit judgy, Scully.”

“No, I just don’t see what you’re trying to prove by being on a social media site like that.”

He climbed on top of her, pulled off her gown and grinned. “Right now, I’m trying to prove to you that people on the internet are crazy, and I think I’ve just about covered off on that. And next up I am about to prove that I’m also crazy in love with you. So, if you’ll just stop that brain of yours from disapproving of my downtime habits and let me proceed, I think you’ll find that my case is sound beyond a reasonable doubt.”

“There are some downtime habits of yours that I do approve of, Mulder.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, then pushed it down to her chest. He obliged and took a nipple between his teeth, enjoying her sharp hiss. He took his time, working her up to a crescendo of moans before trailing his tongue down her belly and finding the right spot with the sort of precision borne out of years of practice.


The morning sun cast a silvery shadow across their room. He breathed in the musky smell of their night’s pleasure and he picked up his phone.

           “Whoa, Scully! I’ve picked up lots more followers overnight.”

           She turned over and grumbled. “Don’t tell me you posted a photo of us together with the caption ‘Sculder confirmed.’?”

           He grinned into the side of her neck. “No, weird porn wins the internet again. I changed the name of my blog to Butt Aliens.”