so it turns out drawing pokemon from memory is harder than I anticipated. 

You didn’t want to hurt me, but you did. I was falling for you harder than I anticipated and you couldn’t catch me. I will miss you for all the time we will be apart. I hope that you will find yourself and heal. It was selfish for me to want you to feel the same way for me when you clearly not ready. I’ve got closer to you these past few weeks. You can’t just expect me to let it all go just like that. However, I do want it all to go back to the way it was. Where it was all simple, where it was just you and me; I want my best friend back.
—  how did we end up like this?
Half-Ghost, Half-Human, Double The Problems

Day 18, prompt “green”. Enjoy!

His ectoplasm used to be green.

Radiant green, one that could be seen all around, one every piece even barely connected to the ghosts. Every merchandise was in that shade, most of the colored pencils and paints also were available in it.

He thought it was going to stay that way, he thought he would always have green powerblasts, green shields, green everything!

But ever since he discovered his ice powers, the green has been tainted. It was becoming colder and colder with every passing day, slow and steady.

He didn’t actually notice it. If not for Sam he would have never realized.

“Hey, wasn’t your blasts green before?” She said one day. That was enough to put him into panic mode.

He wasn’t sure if it was good or not. He didn’t really have anyone to base his assumptions on.


There was Vlad, but he preferred not to go there if he didn’t absolutely have to.

First he visited the Far Frozen. Who would know anything useful about ice powers if not the Yetis?

He got nothing, for them it was normal. They didn’t have any other color of power, and they never expected to have. Frostbite said it could be possible for him to change the color, as he only now developed the ice core.

But Box Ghost had blue powers too, even though he had nothing to do with ice. Danny wanted to be sure.

So next he visited Clockwork. He didn’t really expected to get any real answer, he just wanted to know if it was something dangerous. If he was going to die from some weird ghost illness, he would rather know beforehand.

And as expected, all he got was insurance he wasn’t going to die. Well, die more than he already did.

That was unusually useful for Clockwork.

He still had no idea what was actually going on with him, so he was left with no other choice… but to visit Vlad.

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96hoon  asked:

bruh can i request a guanlin as a barista scenario?? ur a tru homie thanks

aight AIGHt i got u my dude 

Originally posted by euiwoong

THIS IS KINDA LONG SO ITS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO . it’s not that good either??? could definitely be a little out of character, but !!! I tried as best as I could while being rushed to do it so I hope it’s not too terrible !

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Everyday people do everyday things but I
Can’t be one of them
I know you hear me now, we are a different kind
We can do anything

contrivedcoincidences6  asked:

Random prompt: by the time Mulder reaches Scully in Small Potato's it's too late and she's already making out with Eddie

This was much harder to write than I anticipated. Wow. Set, obviously, in Small Potatoes. Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic.

Mulder is sure that he’s either just stepped into a dream or a nightmare: there on her couch is Scully and she is making out with… him. At least that’s what she must be thinking. It takes him two seconds (though it feels like two millions), to slam the door behind him, run over and drag that pervert off of Scully.

“What the…” Scully’s voice sounds like rich, dark wine. Her lips, oh, he shouldn’t have looked there; swollen, glistening wet and so very red. When Eddie stumbles and falls to the ground, his appearance changes into his own and there he is, staring at Scully, who gasps before she gets sick all over her coffee table. Eddie starts crawling towards the door and Mulder catches him before he gets there. He hoists him up and his anger threatens to overwhelm him.  

“Mulder, don’t.” He turns to Scully, still on her couch, her face red, her eyes bloodshot. Mulder swallows the need to strangle Eddie van Blundth right here, right now.

“I’m sorry.” The man mumbles and sounds like a child. Mulder, however, feels no sympathy. He wants to punch him, hurt him, kill him. The rage runs through him like a current; the only thing stopping him is Scully’s presence.

“Call the police, Scully.” He hears rather than sees her grab the phone and make the call. Then she is by his side. For a moment she just stands there and Mulder wishes he knew what she’s thinking. Her hand, balled into a fist, comes up and Eddie closes his eyes, expecting the punch. But it doesn’t come. Eddie whimpers, waits and despairs, but Scully doesn’t hit him.

“I feel sorry for you.” She says, throws Mulder a look and then disappears into the bathroom. The door closes with a soft click. Mulder stares at Eddie who seems more baffled than sorry. Mulder’s anger is still there, apparent in his tight grip, but it no longer consumes him. He wants to be with Scully now, comfort her, talk to her. This man, this pervert, doesn’t deserve his time. Mulder knows that Scully will have to give a statement. She’ll have to come out of the bathroom at some point, face this again. When Eddie lifts his head, it hits Mulder; Scully was kissing him. Right before their lips met, Scully looked at his face, at Mulder’s face, and decided that she wanted this.

“I did you a favor you know.” Eddie says and that’s when Mulder loses it. He punches Eddie in the face, self-defense, he’ll call it and Eddie won’t refute it.

Hours later, after they’ve given their statements, Mulder and Scully reunite in the police lobby. Scully eyes him warily, Mulder tries to smile.

“Let’s go home, huh?” Scully nods and follows him. They don’t speak. Not one word is uttered in the car. Fifteen minutes of silence that’s not even interrupted by the radio. He parks his car in front of Scully’s building, leaves the seatbelt on and makes no move to get out of the car himself. Neither does Scully. She glances up at her window where the lights shine through. No one thought about turning them off.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”

“None of this is your fault, Mulder.” It feels like his fault, though. Eddie van Blundth imitated him, took over his life. He feels responsible. “I should have known it wasn’t you. I guess I…” But she trails off. How well do you ever know a person, really? Four years together and Scully could still be persuaded by an imposter. The thought makes him sick. He knows he won’t sleep tonight. Closing his eyes, he’ll still see it. His body, his arms, legs and face, so close to Scully’s. Their lips moving against each other’s hungrily. Scully holding on to his – Eddie’s – arm as she kissed him, tasted him, and let him do the same to her.

“I’m not sure I want to go home.” Scully tells him.

“Where do you want to go instead? Your mom’s?” She shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything else. “Do you want me to take you to a hotel?” Another shake of her head.

“My apartment?” He’s taking a chance with this and he knows it. After all they’ve been through today, he figures, it doesn’t matter anymore. She’s made out with him – or someone she thought was him – so the least he can do is offer her a place to stay.

“No, I… I guess I have to face this. Go home and… just forget about it.” Just this once Mulder doesn’t want to forget about it. They’re good at shoving their feelings aside; they hide them behind smiles, in cupboards, closets and under rugs. This time he wants to put them on the table.

“I’m not sure I can forget it. I’m not sure I want to.”

“Mulder, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“What did he say?”

“Excuse me?”

“What did he say that made you want to kiss him – me?”

“We just talked and then…”

“Then you weren’t talking anymore.” Mulder mumbles.

“We never talk like that, Mulder. That should have been my first clue. You never come over with a bottle of wine wanting to talk.”

“Do you want me to come over with a bottle of wine? We talk all day, Scully.” Except right now. Silence climbs into the car, sits between them, and waits.

“I should go. Thank you for taking me home, Mulder.” She removes her seatbelt and is out of the car in a heartbeat. Mulder is slower, his brain and muscles not cooperating, before he follows her. In a few long strides, he is by her side. Scully, though, doesn’t stop walking, barely acknowledges him so he follows her upstairs. She leaves the door open for him and he steps inside. The air is thick with the smell of red wine and the sweet-sour stench of puke.

“I drank too much. I shouldn’t have… I should have…” Scully kicks at the empty wine bottle. He gets her frustration. If either of them were of sound mind now, they’d know that the blame lay solely with Eddie van Blundth. Instead they’re standing here in the disaster the man left behind while guilt gnaws at them.

“You wanted this, right?” Scully turns to him, her eyes flickering angrily at him.

“You think I wanted this?”

“No! Scully, no. I mean you said you thought it was me,” he waits for her to understand him and when she nods, he knows she does, “so you wanted me, the real me, to… kiss you. Or was that just a spur of the moment thing because he was so charming?” A dream or a nightmare, Mulder thinks again, much like he did earlier this evening.

“I wanted to kiss you. You, Mulder. Yes, I may have been influenced by the wine and the way you – he – listened and cared. But it was you, Mulder. It was you I wanted to kiss.” He walks towards her now, slowly, deliberately, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of him. He puts his hands on her face and lowers his head. Before their lips touch, he pauses to give her an out. Instead she is the one who puts her lips on his, dares to make the first step, and kiss him.

“Mulder, I can’t.” The one to start it, the one to end it, too. There are tears in her voice and then in her eyes; they fall between them, land on his lips and he tastes the salty desperation. “I want to. I really want to kiss you, Mulder. The real you. I just… can’t shake off what happened tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Scully. I didn’t mean to-” A finger on his lips stops him.

“Don’t be sorry, Mulder. Please. I want this and I’m pretty certain you want this, too,” they smile at each other, “I’m not saying no. I’m just saying not tonight.” Mulder sighs, nods. He hates Eddie van Blundth, hates him with every fiber of his being.

“Not tonight.” He confirms.

“Just to tide you – and me – over…” Scully says and trails off, leans forward and kisses him again; a promise of things to come. Soon.

anonymous asked:

Can you give me arrogant!Jongin? Thanks a lot for opening this ask! I was waiting for so long but worth this. Hehe <3

Hey! So it turned out this was harder than I anticipated! I even searched through old stories where I thought it would be rampant! Anyway some of this feels kind of subjective (like Jongin never seems to stay arrogant for THAT long in my opinion), so I hope these work. Also, thanks to the illustrious wtfuckaisoo for helping with this list! Enjoy!

meet me at the net: one shot. I love it when they get all feisty about volleyball. Jongin is new on the team and has an attitude (not toooo arrogant)

Assisting His Needs: Ongoing. Jongin is a CEO who is an asshole to his assistant Kyungsoo (during work hours…)

Once More (Love me again): Ongoing. Jongin is pretty frustrating in this one! They broke up a long time ago and now Jongin is a CEO who wants Kyungsoo back and sort of forces him to work for him

White Line: one shot (not sure if this entirely counts but I love this story) school. Everyone else thinks Jongin is arrogant and self absorbed, but he doesn’t seem to think so

Mein Herr: One shot. Jongin is a dancer who comes across Kyungsoo after a performance and…

Cloudburst: one shot. Kyungsoo is stuck in the convenient store he works at during a storm and jerky Jongin comes in because he is stuck in it too

Perplex: ongoing High school. Jongin is an asshole jock and Kyungsoo is the new kid who takes up more attention than Jongin is comfortable with

(Pretend) Boyfriend: Ongoing.  wolf, high school. Kyungsoo accidentally throws up on Jongin and in return Jongin demands Kyungsoo be his boyfriend until his parents leave him alone about mating

You’re So Hypnotizing: Complete 11 chapters. Jongin is the bad boy at school that Kyungsoo has a run in with and then has to tutor

Expectation: Complete 4 chapters. more of a modern day pride and prejudice

Mister Kim, thou art le connard: One shot based off of pride and prejudice

Like A Foolish Schoolboy: Complete 3 chapters (also has sequel) Kyungsoo hates asshole Jongin and now they are going to be step brothers

Quicksand: Complete 3 chapters. They are rival writers and Kyungsoo is currently behind Jongin for best selling and Jongin likes to rub it in

Wanting Perfection: One shot. Jongin is used to being the top and the best at school, until Kyungsoo comes along and does better, driving Jongin crazy

Secretary Do: One shot. Jongin is a CEO and his secretary that Jongin is trying to seduce (he isn’t THAT arrogant but Kyungsoo thinks so)

Change Of Heart: Complete 2 chapters. Jongin and Kyungsoo are both arrogant in this one, competing high school playboys


Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Avengers (Platonic!)
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: None?

A/N: I think that @bonesbuckleup came up with the idea originally, could be wrong though.

“Oh, did you hear about all the times Steve has jumped out of plane without a parachute?” Natasha giggles, the beer bottle dangling from her thin fingers,

Bucky almost chokes on his drink, “What?!” he exclaims, and snaps his head around to stare at his best friend, who now was turning red.

Steve didn’t like to be the centre of attention, but tonight he was. Most of the Avengers were sat around the lounge room; and after lots of drinking the night had turned into a reminiscing session about all the stupid shit Steve has done with little to no thought.

“I think I almost had a heart attack the first time,” you laugh, “Was he this much of a rebel back in the day?” you turn your attention to Bucky,

“You have no idea,” Bucky sighs, “But now I’m here, I don’t want to see you do anymore senseless crap, pal,” he warns, pointing at Steve.

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This was harder to write than I anticipated but after I contemplated having a baking session to ‘cook up’ some ideas (I’m full of puns today - apparently including the title), I actually got the idea for where this story should go. Also, Steve x Wanda - I ship it. ;) This story is for awardlosinglosers, I hope it’s alright. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: y/n is new to the avengers (joined around the same time as the twins). y/n is very shy, only talking to clint and nat at first. y/n got to know everyone slowly, leaving bruce to last due to his scarly violent abilities. eventually, y/n and bruce became friends, but the fear was always still sitting at the back of y/n’s mind. the rest of the avengers began noticing his particular interest in y/n, not atraction, something else.

“Cookie Monster”

Bruce was used to it by now – the distance people kept, the fear they had of his every move, the way their eyes pored over him like a bomb ready to explode. He was used to it. Yet, for some reason, when she did it he felt horrific.

You had joined the Avengers not long after the twins, having been in the same Sokovian base. Whereas the twins had volunteered for experimentation, you’d been taken at the much younger age of 9 and tested on ever since. As a result, you’d become a hollow shell who was dependant on orders. It was only after the battle with Ultron that the twins recalled having seen you a few times and asked to search the base for you. Sure enough, you were found hiding in the shadows, waiting for instruction and help. Tony had described your powers blandly as invisibility but it was more accurately camouflage. You could take the appearance of whatever environment you were in or even just become a shadow, a wisp of dark fog.

However, after joining the Avengers, you rediscovered your humanity. Though you were still shy, you were slowly beginning to have your own thoughts and feelings again. You talked mainly to the twins, Clint and Nat, frightened of Tony’s boisterous personality, Steve and Thor’s huge figures and Bruce’s… Well, Bruce. You didn’t mean to be so terrified of him, particularly when you knew he couldn’t control it, but something about the idea of a man so volatile was not appealing after the way HYDRA had treated you. These thoughts raced through your mind as he sat across the table from you, sipping a glass of water peacefully. Wanda was sat next to you and sensed your discomfort. Relax. Her voice urged you. 

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Abducted (part - 2)

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: it was time that you learn why you were held captive by a god. A/N: MOMMY’S BACK!!! Man I have been having the worst of both worlds but I wrote, I fucking wrote. Tumblr gotta give me a good kid sticker. I didn’t really edit it because ya know the reason you follow me plus my laptop’s on the verge of dying. Hope you like it! (ignore the text in the gif, or actually don’t imagine all the dirty you sexy little swine)

Warnings: swearing, being chained.

Word Count: 1636

Part 1

Originally posted by maryxglz

Petrichor. The smell after the rain had kissed the earth and nourished nature again. lying on your dirty mattress it was a great comfort. From nowhere the breeze blew against your skin, you nuzzled in your blanket. Only these comforts where what you had now. For four days you had been numb and scared, but now, you were at peace with it. you knew there was no escaping, you’d have to serve Loki, you’d have to do it all without losing your strength and hope.

You inhaled deeply and wrapped your arms around yourself, the rain had stopped. Your emotions had been quite in sync with the weather for a while now, and you hated it. you wished it could always be sunny and so that your mood could be good again.

You shook your head at this thought, it was all rubbish. Just some nonsense you made up to think that you had something special. Oh, how you wished you had some sort of magic that could overpower your captor’s. then, you kept a hand on the wall you were facing and ran a hand down on it, you wouldn’t be here. The sound of the now familiar footsteps grew closer. You sat up and fixed your now rugged clothes. He gave you the same smug smile and dragged a chair in front of you.

‘so, have I finally tired the beasty kitten?’ he asked. This man surely had a thing for sarcasm and patronizing everyone. You didn’t reply and looked at him with the same uninterested face. he may have nearly destroyed new York once, but you weren’t going to be meek or submissive. ‘human-‘

‘(y/n).’ you corrected and he quirked his brows.

‘very well, (y/n). let’s talk properly now, shall we?’ he looked at you and you nodded slightly. ‘the reason you are here is because you have something I need.’

‘I am a normal person with normal abilities, I don’t understand what is this ‘thing’ of mine that you need.’ You said sharply.

‘have you ever seen signs of things and had that thing happen?’ he asked ignoring what you said.

‘yes bu-‘

‘do you have a very strong intuition?’ he raised another question.

‘yes.’ You rolled your eyes, you were getting tired of this little game of his. ‘

do you have a good eye for colours?’

‘yeah, I –‘

‘lastly, has anything unusual happened when you experienced a strong emotion?’ he interrupted you again.

‘no….’ You furrowed your brows.

‘think again. never? Wasn’t it your birthday that you were upset about and something happened causing an electricity failure?’ he looked at you.

‘it was a coincidence!’ you threw your arms in the air. ‘What are you trying to say? Huh? Do you ever talk without being all puzzle like? What are you? the fucking riddler?’ you stood up with your chain rattling with every little movement you made.

‘calm down,’ he ordered and motioned you to sit. You sat down cross legged with your arms crossed over your chest and huffed. ‘what I am trying to say is, you have powers. ones which can be used after you have practiced.’

‘I don’t have any fucking powers.’ you scoffed.

‘you do. you should’ve noticed it. after all the weather is mimicking your mood and state of mind.’ he said and you thought for a while, was it true? Did you possess some sort of power? ‘in three months, with my help, you shall be able to use them properly. Then you will be of my use and can assist me.’

‘what if I don’t?’ you asked in a low voice.

‘I will make you.’ he grinned in a manner that sent shivers down your spine. You gulped slightly. ‘you don’t really have an option here, mortal. You really don’t. look at yourself.’ He crossed his arms. ‘now, get yourself together,’ he snapped his fingers and the lock of your chain was unlocked with a click. ‘your training begins right now.’ He stood up and started to walk.

‘no.’ you said standing there and he stopped. his brows furrowed and a bit of confusion on his face he turned in your direction.

‘pardon me, but did I hear a no?’ he tilted his head.

‘yeah, I want to take a shower. And I need some new clothes. It’s been days for god’s sake.’ He thought for a while and nodded.

‘fair enough. Follow me.’ You followed him to where his room was, that area looked no less than a palace. He stopped and turned to you.

‘do not touch anything.’ He warned and left. You looked at the neatly stacked books and the lavish looking furniture. Where did he get it from? God Ikea? Your musings were interrupted by a clearing of throat. You faced him and tried to look as innocent as possible.

‘what did I say?’ he asked and you shrugged. ‘you can use the bathroom, I have kept what you will require. You can go now.’ You nodded and paced to the bathroom.

The ‘bathroom’ was almost half the section of the second level of the warehouse. it had a bathtub near the old window with frosted glass, a marble wash basin next to it, the shower area was at the opposite wall and right in the middle was this table with soaps and a bag kept on it. you recognized it at once, it was your bag! You shuffled through it and took out a towel. You were going to take a nice long bath.

You were skipping when you walked out of the bathroom, the light feeling was great and the soaps the god used smelled amazing. Loki saw you and smirked, ‘silly girl.’ He thought.

‘save it for later, human.’ He said from his chair in which he used to read. ‘you practice now.’ He stood up.

‘how do I “practice”?’ you asked. He didn’t say anything but climbed the stairs so you followed him. ‘the bathroom?’ you furrowed your browns.

‘no, the other area.’ A creaked open as he said those words. You didn’t notice there was another door here. The room was big and had nothing in it. it was maybe what was used like some sort of storage back when the place was functioning. ‘so tell me, how do your powers function?’ he stood facing you.

‘I don’t know?…’ you said.

‘ah yes, they’re new…. This is going to be much harder than I anticipated….’ he said mostly to himself. He walked further keeping hand on his chin. It felt so weird, the man you were so scared of wasn’t so freighting right now. He stopped and looked at the ceiling. The idea just might work.

‘mortal!’ he called. ‘come here!’ He said and tied ribbons on the ceiling with a movement of hands. ‘try to move these.’ He said.

‘I don’t think I can.’ You stared at the ribbons.

‘one thing I learned from my experience, if you believe you can’t, you won’t, if you believe you can, you will.’ He circled the ribbons dangling in the air. ‘what do you think this power does, mortal?’ his voice was much softer. ‘feel what it can do.’ you closed your eyes and tried to feel. ‘what feels natural to you? what is that voice inside you saying?’ he moved around you speaking gently.

‘The air.’ You breathed. ‘it feels like, like a part of me.’ you felt like some part of you lived in the air.

‘good, now envision what you desire to do.’ he was close to you could tell but there wasn’t a warmth a normal human would’ve radiated. You moved, or maybe the air which was an extension of you. you opened your eyes and the ribbons blew in the other direction. It was a weak gust of wind but you could feel it. maybe it was true, you possessed something unique.

‘well done for the first attempt.’ He took a step back. You didn’t reply, you felt lighter than a feather. ‘let’s take it a step further.’ He said and you gave him a confused look. He grabbed your hand, twirled you around and made your back crash into his chest. before you made a noise covered your mouth with his big hand. ‘shh….. your emotions are what highly affect your powers.’ you could feel his breath on your face. ‘I want you think of all the bad things that have ever happened to you. see darkness is very strong. Tell me what saddens you.’ he removed his hand and you looked down.

‘I have always regretted opening my mouth in front of people who don’t give a shit about me.’ you said.

‘how about give and take then? I will give you something you need if you do as I say.’ It seemed like a fair deal.

‘where do I start?’ you chuckled sadly. ‘it goes way too back.’

‘why not use what destroyed you then?’ he said loosening his grip. ‘think of it, let the anger fuel you, feed off it.’ he said and so you did. all those things that made you anxious, depressed. You then let the hurt swirl, you didn’t know how it was possible but you did it. the air around you wasn’t still now, it started swirling, Loki smiled a content smile. his idea had worked. The air current was very strong, you opened your eyes and saw how you were standing between the ring of air and dust you had created. Something went wrong then, the room began spinning, you started losing balance and were starting to fall but he caught you. The wind died as your eyes began to close.

‘congratulations, human.’ You saw his blurry face but it cleared as you strained your eyes. ‘you are magic.’ You heard and closed your eyes.

 Tag list: @melconnor2007, @yikesbuckster​, @marvel-fanfiction, @purplekitten30, @heaven-bound-angel @mariadoghorses, @red-writer13

Noona| Seven: Love is love

Originally posted by jiminrolls

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five| |Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight|

pairing: Jimin x oc
genre: smut, oral, fingering, public sex
word count: 2.6k
a/n: What happens when you find yourself falling in love with someone nearly 5 years younger than you? How can it even be dealt with when your lives revolve around your image and career? It can’t be, because it just happens whether the people around you want it to or not. Love isn’t something that can be controlled.

The next morning we all got up and agreed to walk to the dance studio, it was too nice out not to. Jimin and I had both decided before leaving the bedroom that it was best to keep our distance from each other. Neither of us were sure we could trust ourselves, especially considering he had woken me up with his head between my legs, making me cum in minutes, then again when we fucked right after. Then we had a quickie right after the conversation in hopes it’d help. It did not. In fact, it made it worse as soon as we were outside and knew we couldn’t have any contact. 

I had to pull myself away from Taehyung’s grip on my hand as the maknae line all joined up to walk together. I kept them a good distance in front of me as they laughed and picked on each other. I found it hard not to just grab Jimin by the shirt and drag him back, letting his arms envelope me as we walked. Pushing the urge aside, I let myself fall further behind, leaving the group all in front of me. I couldn’t concentrate with him directly in my line of vision, definitely not when his eyes would wander back to hold my gaze. That smirk pulling at the corner of his plush lips before turning back around to continue his conversation. So, back I went, avoiding all contact.

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In the Chicago Bears roast thread, 69memelordharambe420 posted “There are more Bears than Bears fans.” That got me thinking: Is that true? And more generally, which teams have fewer fans than there exist whatever they’re named after?

To start, I needed a rough estimate of the number of NFL fans in the world. This turned out to be difficult to find. I found several reasonable estimates that ranged from 200,000,000 to 400,000,000, but the average estimate seems to be about 300,000,000, so I decided to go with that. If you prefer a different estimate, you can easily scale all of the final numbers up or down as needed.

Of those 300,000,000, about 90%, or 270,000,000, consider themselves fans of one team in particular. To find out how these 270,000,000 fans apportion themselves among the 32 teams, I used this page, which lists how many likes each team has on Facebook (it lists the St. Louis Rams and the San Diego Chargers but still has accurate numbers for the Facebook likes, I checked), and calculated the total number of likes across the 32 teams: 91,712,968. Then, I took the number of likes for each team and multiplied it by 270,000,000/91,712,968 (then rounded to the nearest whole number) to get the best estimate that I was realistically going to be able to get for the total number of fans that each team has. Here are my results:

Bears: There are roughly 12,092,476 Bears fans. There are eight species of bear, plus the grizzly-polar hybrid. I won’t go through all of my calculations, but I came up with a final number of 1,148,364. There are more Bears fans than bears.

Lions: There are roughly 5,642,181 Lions fans. The worldwide lion population is somewhere around 20,000. There are more Lions fans than lions.

Packers: There are roughly 16,024,215 Packers fans. I don’t really feel like doing extensive research on the worldwide meatpacking industry, but the U.S. meatpacking industry employs about 148,100 and there is no way that there are a hundred times that number outside of the country. There are more Packers fans than packers.

Vikings: There are roughly 6,200,740 Vikings fans. The Viking Age ended nearly a millennium ago. There are more Vikings fans than Vikings.

Cowboys: There are roughly 25,758,315 Cowboys fans. There are currently less than 9,730 cowboys in the United States. Again, there’s no way there are over a thousand times more cowboys elsewhere. There are more Cowboys fans than cowboys.

Eagles: There are roughly 8,888,974 Eagles fans. This one was a lot harder than I was anticipating, but there are 60 different species of eagle. Two of the most common are the bald eagle (70,000 in the world) and the most common eagle in Europe, the spotted eagle (40,000 in the world). Based on this, I highly doubt that the average eagle species has a worldwide population of more than 100,000, an estimate which would yield a total eagle population across all species of 6,000,000 (remember, this is most likely a wild overestimate). There are almost certainly more Eagles fans than eagles.

Giants: There are roughly 11,690,931 Giants fans. Giants are mythological creatures. There are more Giants fans than giants.

Redskins: I’m not touching this one.

Buccaneers: There are roughly 2,779,276 Buccaneers fans. According to Wikipedia, the term “buccaneer” refers specifically to Caribbean pirates of the 17th and 18th century. They’re all dead. There are more Buccaneers fans than buccaneers.

Falcons: There are roughly 6,009,462 Falcons fans. The common kestrel (5,000,000 worldwide) and Merlin (1,300,000 worldwide) alone cover this number, according to this list. There are more falcons than Falcons fans.

Panthers: There are roughly 7,034,101 Panthers fans. “Panther” is kind of a loosely defined term, but the genus Panthera includes tigers (3,890 worldwide), lions (20,000), jaguars (15,000), leopards (250,000), and snow leopards (6,000). That adds up to 294,890. There are more Panthers fans than panthers.

Saints: There are roughly 11,930,352 Saints fans. For this study, I’ve only been counting living things, and you have to die to become a saint. Not that it really matters, since the Catholic Church has only canonized about 10,000 people anyway. There are more Saints fans than saints.

49ers: There are roughly 12,383,284 49ers fans. “49ers” refers to people who partook in the 1849 California gold rush. The oldest living person was born in 1900. All of the 49ers are dead. There are more 49ers fans than 49ers.

Cardinals: There are roughly 4,279,156 Cardinals fans. There are about 120,000,000 northern cardinals alone. There are more cardinals than Cardinals fans.

Rams: There are roughly 2,327,583 Rams fans. A ram can refer to either a male sheep or a male goat (note to all of the Patriots fans about to make what they think is a super clever comment: just stop). There are over a billion sheep in the world and nearly as many goats. This isn’t even close. There are more rams than Rams fans.

Seahawks: There are roughly 11,993,609 Seahawks fans. A seahawk is another name for an osprey, of which there are fewer than 100,000 in the world. There are more Seahawks fans than seahawks.

Bengals: There are roughly 3,517,293 Bengals fans. There are 2,500 Bengal tigers left (to be honest I’m just going to stop posting sources when the information is a single search away because I’m already tired of this and I still have half the league to go). There are more Bengals fans than Bengals.

Browns: There are roughly 3,738,429 Browns fans for some reason. The Browns are named after someone whose last name was Brown. In the United States, there are about 1,552,500 people with that last name. The majority of the people who speak English as a first language live in the United States, so it’s very likely that the majority of Browns do as well. There are probably more Browns fans than Browns.

Ravens: There are roughly 6,927,791 Ravens fans. There are 20,000,000 common ravens alone.. There are more ravens than Ravens fans.

Steelers: There are roughly 19,179,380 Steelers fans. There are only about 87,000 or so steel workers in the United States, and I’m just once again going to extrapolate and say that there aren’t several hundred times more than that outside of the USA. There are probably more Steelers fans than steelers.

Bills: There are roughly 2,533,838 Bills fans. The Buffalo Bills were named after Buffalo Bill, so it makes sense to use the number of people named Bill. There are about 3,002,475 people in the United States named William. Using the same logic as we did with the Browns suggests that there are roughly twice as many Williams in the world as Bills fans, so we’d need at least half of all Williams to go by Bill. Especially considering how many common nicknames for William there are, this seems unlikely. There are probably more Bills fans than Bills.

Dolphins: There are roughly 6,637,669 Dolphins fans. I was somewhat surprised to learn this, but we don’t really have much of an idea how many dolphins there are in the world (the ocean is, like, really big). My standards for reputable sources have fallen so far at this point in this regrettable project that I’m just going to use Quora, where “Patricia Barquin, Enthusiast” believes that there are well over seven million. So there are probably more dolphins than Dolphins fans. Whatever.

Jets: There are roughly 5,824,758 Jets fans. Apparently, there are about 20,000 commercial airplanes in the world. A lot of those are not jets, but there are also a bunch of private jets. Either way, there’s no way the number of jets is in the millions. There are more Jets fans than jets.

Patriots: There are roughly 20,653,722 Patriots fans. A Gallup poll from last July found that 52% of Americans are proud to be Americans, so there are way more than twenty million people in the U.S. who consider themselves patriots, which is good enough for me. Yeah, we’ve had an ugly election since then but considering that the president still has an approval rating in the 30s, there’s zero chance that the percentage of Americans who are patriots is less than 10%. There are more patriots than Patriots fans.

Colts: There are roughly 6,689,254 Colts fans. A Colt) is a male horse under the age of four. There are 58,000,000 horses in the world. The lifespan of a horse in the wild is about 15-20 years (we’ll take an average of 17.5 years) and I do not feel like doing in-depth research into the horse industry so I’m just going to assume that the 58,000,000 horses are distributed evenly by sex and age. That would mean 29,000,000 male horses, of which about 6,628,571 would be under the age of four. This is ridiculously close, but using my obviously extremely accurate numbers it looks like there are more Colts fans than colts!

Jaguars: There are roughly 1,748,475 Jaguars fans, significantly higher than my initial guess of 87. As I said earlier, there are about 15,000 jaguars in the world. There are more Jaguars fans than jaguars.

Texans: There are roughly 6,484,945 Texans fans. Texas has a population of about 27,470,000. There are more Texans than Texans fans.

Titans: There are roughly 2,737,981 Titans fans. Titans are mythological creatures. There are only 26 of them anyway. There are more Titans fans than Titans.

Broncos: There are roughly 13,082,453 Broncos fans. A bronco is apparently just a name for an untrained horse. The vast majority of the world’s 58,000,000 horses are domestic horses, and I’m just going to assume that most of those are trained because I don’t know why they wouldn’t be and also I am extremely sick of looking all of this stuff up. It would be convenient if Reddit had an option to save drafts of posts but it doesn’t appear to. Anyway, the vast majority of horses are not broncos, so that means that there are probably more Broncos fans than broncos.

Chargers: There are roughly 4,700,430 Chargers fans. The Los Angeles Chargers don’t seem to have been named after an actual thing, so I’ll improvise. I own several chargers. So does everyone I know. Considering how ubiquitous electronic devices are, there have to be billions of chargers. There are more chargers than Chargers fans.

Chiefs: There are roughly 4,568,973 Chiefs fans. Chief is an honorary title used by a lot or organizations, but do they combine to account for one out of every 2000 people or so in the world? I doubt it. There are probably more Chiefs fans than Chiefs.

Raiders: There are roughly 10,099,869 Raiders fans. Meanwhile, a “raider” isn’t really an actual thing. It’s pretty much only used for sports teams. There are more Raiders fans than raiders, I guess.

Summary: So the teams with fewer fans than their namesakes are:

Atlanta Falcons
Arizona Cardinals
Los Angeles Rams
Baltimore Ravens
Miami Dolphins
New England Patriots
Houston Texans
Los Angeles Chargers

Make of that what you will.

Conclusion: Turns out that there are a lot of birds in the world.

Nightmares - Part 2

Part One: here

Pairing: Bill/Girlfriend (I finally named her in this one…)

Warnings: smut, Xanax, rough sex, Daddywise…kind of. Just trust me, ok?

Summary: Her perceptions of Pennywise have changed. Can she help Bill kick the nightmares for good?

Author’s Note: Ok…just give it a chance? It probably doesn’t count as Daddywise. I’m not really into the Daddywise thing, no judgement though, do your thing. This is just a small dabble into what an actor can do with their acting skills.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. After a few days, I knew that it was going to take something drastic to finally put an end to Bill’s suffering.

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Is This Even Real?-Isaac Lahey

Teen Wolf Imagine:#9 Prompt:#84

Word Count:2,663

Warnings: NSFW (I would say that you shouldn’t read this unless you’re 18 but you won’t listen so I won’t say it), Oral (female receiving), Unprotected sex (condoms are cheaper than babies and STDs)

A/n: Characters are at least 18 years old. This is my first time writing any sort of smut so I don’t know that it will be any good. Also I’ve had very little sexual experience so I also don’t know how accurate it will be I’m kind of just going off smut that I’ve read and porn that I’ve watched so this could be interesting. * I would like to say that getting two people undressed is way way WAY harder than I had originally anticipated *


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