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INTP Perfectionist

We may be a tad bit lazy and live in an area where it looks like a bomb has gone off, but damn are we perfectionist! To the point its just unhealthy, we could literally drive ourselves insane with it. We devote all our energy, all our strength and every bit of wheel power to make whatever that one thing is we actually give a shit about as awesome as we humanly can. Well… at least until we get bored and move onto the next project that we won’t finish either

Tablet’s having issues, but it didn’t stop me from finishing this dang thing…another scene I love very much (or same scene from a different angle, haha) ahsdgahjsdgks freaking backgrounds, though! ._. t’was alot of work…

Part of my MHA project!

i’m writing and I’m not even drunk!

For illnesses that the healing pods couldn’t be used for, Lance had sort of been elected the team nurse. It wasn’t that he knew anything about healthcare, not in the slightest. It was just that he was better at not knowing what to do than the rest of them were. 

Keith often worked himself into exhaustion, and though it was rare for him to seek help at all, when he did, he always went to Lance (though it should be noted for the record that it was much, much more common for Lance to intervene uninvited.) Keith would let Lance take care of him in these rare and vulnerable moments. He’d complain about the list of things he had to do, and Lance would listen astutely and tell him not to worry. A special lavender candle that very secretly calmed Keith’s nerves would find its way onto his bedside table, and he’d close his eyes as Lance massaged the tension out of his shoulders and neck util he fell asleep. And the next morning, when he woke to relaxed muscles, the candle hidden away to prevent the others from embarrassing him about it, and an inexplicably finished list of chores, he would greet an always-tired looking Lance with unspoken gratitude and a mutual agreement to never tell a soul about those nights. 

While Hunk was used to the motion sickness, every once in a while, it made him really miserable. After a particularly harrowing battle, when he was already exhausted and sore and just wanted to go to bed, the vertigo and nausea associated with flying his Lion back to the castle was sometimes too much for him to handle. At times like this, Lance would set Blue on autopilot and join Hunk in Yellow, rubbing his back and not even flinching when he occasionally vomited on his shoes. Lance had cleaned his shoes more times than he could count. Sometimes tears would escape from the corners of Hunk’s eyes, much to his embarrassment, and only in front of Lance would he not feel the need to immediately wipe them away. Lance would simply wait until Hunk’s stomach calmed down and wipe his mouth with a soft cloth, then wipe away the tears with gentle thumbs. Hunk would allow himself to lie exhaustedly against Lance until they arrived at the castle, where Hunk would once again put on the mask of strength for the others. Lance would never tell anyone about it.

Pidge’s allergies sometimes made it hurt to breathe. Though it was normally nothing beyond a benign but annoying congestion, every once in a while, they would get bad, and she’d end up feeling like there was a weight on her chest. She’d been a bit intimidated to go to anyone at first. At home, her father had always helped her rub vapor rub on her chest, but she’d been younger then, and it was her father. She knew that it wasn’t something she’d expect or even want from the paladins. And when Lance had asked her privately whether she needed anything when he caught her wheezing after a particularly rough sparring match, she’d hesitated. She’d told him she was fine through a blocked nose and a rough voice. But she hadn’t protested when he entered her room just a short while later with a bowl of hot water and a towel, and she hadn’t shrugged him off when he’d rubbed light circles into her back as she breathed in the steam. She’d even been open to the spicy soup (or, as close as the Alteans could get, anyway) that his mother had apparently sworn by. When Shiro commented at dinner that she sounded like she was feeling better, she’d simply nodded, and Lance hadn’t said a word.

Shiro himself was perhaps the most insecure about seeking help when he wasn’t feeling right. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake in the middle of the night dripping in sweat and shaking with the memories of his time in the Galra prison. He could never go back to sleep after that. So, he always made his way (usually rather loudly) (past Lance’s room) to the common area to sit on the couch and read. It never helped. Shiro couldn’t get his racing thoughts to focus on the books in front of him. It was easier, however, to distract himself with the two cups of tea that Lance was always so conveniently about to enjoy on these nights, but wouldn’t mind sharing with Shiro, since he was up. If he wanted to talk about the nightmare, he could, though Lance never asked. Usually, he was still too nervous to keep good conversation, and if the nightmare was bad enough, sometimes he felt like it was a strain just to stay grounded in this reality. Lance’s feet outstretched on his lap helped with that. Shiro didn’t like having his back rubbed, not like Pidge and Hunk, but the non-invasive contact was a good reminder of where he was, and the stupid stories about all the pets Lance had ever owned and who Lance believed of the team would look best in drag (besides himself, of course) and theories about the cutest space animals helped him remember that he’d never, EVER be back in that horrible place again, because he had people that would die before they let that happen. And if Shiro fell asleep listening to Lance talk, he’d always wake up to find a book in his lap and a blanket on his body that made it look as though he’d simply fallen asleep reading. If the others questioned it, Lance was always just as confused as they were.

Not only did Lance take care of his friends, but he respected their privacy enough to ensure that they all believed they were the only ones he ever sat up with through sleepless nights and worriedly-nursed fevers and queasy tummies. Maybe Lance didn’t always understand why that secrecy was so important to them, but he respected it. He didn’t need the recognition of the others, after all, or even a thank you from the person he was caring for. Often, he didn’t get one. But that was okay. As long as they knocked on his door again the next time they needed someone, that would be enough. As long as he could take pride in knowing that each of his friends felt safe showing a side to him that they couldn’t show to the others, he was okay. That unguarded Keith, that sensitive Hunk, that candid Pidge, that vulnerable Shiro–those were his and his alone. 

So if Lance had to build up his own invincible walls of cockiness and flamboyant confidence in order to keep them coming to him, then so be it. If he had to hide probable bruised and broken ribs and laugh off his own migraines and tension, then that’s what he’d do. Whatever the cost of keeping that trust, whatever the price of that naked bond; he’d pay it.

He’d pay it if it was the last thing he did, if it was the only reason he was on the team at all, if it was the only impression he ever left on the world while the other four Paladin names went down in history as the greatest heroes the universe had ever known. 

“open your hand”, she says.

“hmm?” he looks up at her from the book he’s reading from across the dining table, his face scrunching up at the peaceful silence between them suddenly breaking.

“open your hand,” she repeats, “and close your eyes whilst you’re at it.”

san-”

even.” 

and she’s looking at him, pointedly, in the way only she can. her face is half mirth, her lips turned upwards into a small smile, but her eyebrows are arching sharply at him, and isak told even once, before, about this look that sana gets. “you just do as she says when she gives you that look. don’t fuck with her.” isak had said.

so even doesn’t. he simply closes the book and places it on the table, looking at sana across from him, studiously. he’s trying to decipher. trying to read her. even’s good at reading people, or so he’s been told often. but sana? she remains a mystery, an enigma. you don’t quite know what to get with her

“do you not trust me?” she says, and now she’s smirking. and … see? this is what even means. how does she just … know

but that’s besides the point. “of course, i trust you,” even says, and he’s not lying. he trusts sana. he trusts her in a way that says i feel at peace around you. which is to say, i feel good around you. which is to say, i feel my best around you.

“open your hand, then. and close your eyes.”

and so he does. he stretches out his hand, and shuts his eyes. he trusts sana. he trusts her enough to know she won’t ever hurt him, or harm him. but that doesn’t stop the little niggling feeling that’s growing in his chest about what she’s going to do next. 

he suddenly feels something … cold, in his hands. not ice cold, but, cold. and his instant reflex is to rub his thumb over the - oh, object - that fits snug within the palm of his hands. 

the thing feels smooth, so even guesses it must have a glossy finish, a shine, a gleam to it. and its attached onto something. and there’s several of them, one by one, one after the other. marbles?

“any idea what it is?” he hears sana ask him, but her voice isn’t filled with mischief anymore. it’d oddly quiet, mystified, low … almost like she’s watching him so, so carefully. 

even gives the object? marbles? another inspection. marbles … why would sana give him marbles? but then he realises that these marbles are attached onto a long piece of string, no, wool, and he wraps the marbles attached onto the wool around his hand, and uses his thumb to flick each marble past him, one by one - 

and -

even gasps. he gasps because he knows. he knows what this is. 

“can i open my eyes?” 

“mhmm.”

and he looks at sana, and she’s looking at him with so much, pride. that’s what it is. pride. because he knows, that she knows, that he knows what it is. 

it’s an emerald green against his skin, the beads. the prayer beads. and they gleam, and reflect the light that bounces off them. they shine. and even closes his hands around them, clutches onto them. 

“we can learn the words later, if you like. there’s no rush. not this time.” sana says, and even’s looking back up at her again, with a sparkle in his eyes. a renewed hope. 

and again, sana just, knows. he didn’t even need to voice his thoughts out loud, since sana was here now, and had already silenced them. 

pumpkin eater - tom holland imagine

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


cos my writing is shit ha x but thank you lovely! I swear to god if tom or has ever find one of my writings and publicly announce it to the world I will cry of fear and joy. I also have a very big obsession with the song ‘pink + white’ by frank ocean. chuck it a listen. ps I didnt feel comfy with writing about cheating because its something close to my <3 so I kinda put a lil baby twist to it, hope thats okay. AGAIN I USED A LIL BABY BIT OF DRAMA TERMINOLOGY IM SORRY FOR BEING A DRAMA NERD FUCK. this is actual shit I’m so sorry 

requested; yuppp

pairing; tom holland x reader

word count; 933 words

warnings; possible swearing, mentions of stitches and blood yuck

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anonymous asked:

Junkrat and Hanzo with s/o who makes the best tea they could ever drink(and smokes tea as well)

// Hi there! Yay, Junkrat, one of my favourites! <3 Thanks for sending this in. I’ll admit I never knew you could smoke tea, I did a quick google search and I don’t really understand the purpose of it, and what smoking tea actually does for you. So I just did the request minus the last part, I hope you don’t mind! //


Junkrat and Hanzo with an S/O that makes the best tea they’ve ever had headcanons:

Junkrat:

  • Junkrat wasn’t really picky with things like food and drinks considering how having options was practically a luxury
  • what kind of tea are you making him? say it’s boba
  • even if it’s not though i can’t see him giving a shit so long as YOU made it
  • i feel like he’s the kind of guy to fawn over like anything you do with him in mind
  • like bring him some tea to try, ask him which one he like the best
  • and he’ll be all wwwwwoWWWOWOWWW YOU THOUGHT OF ME wow  thats great
  • would probably request you set up a “sampling station” with different kinds of tea you’ve made in lil shot glasses (???) and he’ll just pick one up, drink it and before he’s even finished swallowing he’s already onto the next glass
  • for ones he really likes he’ll probably throw the cup on the ground and yell “ANOTHER!” like from the thor movie 
  • but thats just to make you laugh yknow
  • like you bringing him tea is one thing but if its the BEST he’s ever had then expect him to pester you every now and then about wanting more
  • “Gee I suuuuure am thirsty right about now. Would be swell if I could get summa that tea again”

Hanzo:

  • he’s really grateful that you went out of your way to prepare some tea for him in the first place
  • although he has a hard time expressing it
  • i dont think he’d mutter a “thank you” until the end of the day
  • he’ll probably just nod, kinda smiling with his eyes
  • sometimes he won’t drink the tea
  • just enjoying the way it smells for a while
  • i think the scent of the tea would be important like if it smells off to him then he wouldn’t even want to give it a taste
  • then it’s like well fuck now it’s cold
  • he’ll still drink it though
  • then it’s like whoa, the best tea he’s ever had? coulda swore you got a reaction out of him!
  • honestly wouldn’t say much as he’s drinking it, he’d tell you he enjoyed it along with a thank you at the end of the day - but with few words, kind of playing it off like no big deal
  • (…but he really, REALLY liked it)
  • eventually throughout your relationship you soon realize that it becomes his favourite, and after a long day you’ll often make some for the two of you
Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) 28/28

Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)

Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

Word count: 240,000+

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Vamp Attack Halloween Cake

I made a red velvet cake figuring the deep red colour is nice and vampy and perfect for Halloween. The filling added to the look in all its raspberry deliciousness oozy gruesomeness. But the best part about the vamp attack cake? Its pretty simple to decorate.

The vampire bites were made easy thanks a set of plastic costume teeth, you know the ones that make you look like your wearing a mouth guard rather than having fangs. Who knew they’d have other uses than looking dorky, pressing the fake fangs into the outer fondant layer of the cake leaves a prefect bite mark. A bit of red makes the bites stand out against the stark white of the cake, giving you a yummy Halloween centrepiece.

Vamp Attack Cake 

  1. 600 grams white fondant
  2. plastic vampire fangs

Raspberry Filling

  1. 2 cup fresh or thawed raspberries
  2. 6 tablespoons sugar
  3. 3 teaspoon cornstarch
  4. 1 ½ teaspoons vanilla extract
  5. 2 teaspoon fresh squeezed lemon juice

To make the filling-

  • Combine the raspberries, sugar, cornstarch, vanilla and lemon juice in a small saucepan. Cook, until the raspberries begin to break apart and lose their juices.
  • Press the mixture through a fine sieve to remove the majority of the pips, return the strained mixture to the pan, Stir, and cook until the filling boils and thickens (about 5 minutes). Remove from the heat and allow to cool completely. While the filling is cooling make the cakes.
  • Put 2 tablespoons of the filling aside to make the fake blood for the outside of the cake.

Red Velvet Cake

  1. 3 ½ cups plain flour, sifted
  2. 170 grams butter, softened
  3. 2 cups sugar
  4. 3 large eggs, at room temperature
  5. 6 tablespoons red food colouring
  6. 3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa
  7. 1 ½ teaspoons pure vanilla extract
  8. ½ teaspoon salt
  9. 1 ½ cups buttermilk
  10. 1 ½ teaspoons cider vinegar
  11. 1 ½ teaspoons baking soda

To make the cake-

  • Preheat your oven to 180°C. Grease and lightly flour two 8 inch cake pans, line the bottoms with baking paper circles and lightly flour the sides.
  • Add the butter and sugar to your mixer bowl, beat on medium until very light and fluffy, it will take a few minutes.
  • Add in the eggs, one at a time, beat well after each addition.
  • Stir the red food colouring, cocoa, and vanilla in a small bowl to form a paste . Add the red paste to the batter and mix well, evenly dispersing the colour.
  • Mix the salt into the buttermilk. Add a third of the buttermilk and a third of the flour to the batter, beat until just incorporated (do not over beat). Repeat with the remaining thirds.
  • Stir the vinegar and baking soda in a small bowl. Add to the batter and mix well.
  • Scrape down the sides of the bowl making sure all the ingredients are evenly mixed and the batter is smooth.
  • Divide the batter evenly between the two cake tins. Bake for 40-45 minutes, or until a cake tester inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. Allow the cakes to cool in the pans for 1 hour. Gently remove the cakes from the tins and allow to cool completely on a wire rack. While the cakes are cooling make the vanilla frosting.

Fluffy Vanilla Frosting

  1. 200 grams unsalted butter, room temperature
  2. 3 cups confectioners’ sugar, sifted
  3. ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  4. 1 tablespoon of milk (if necessary)

To make the frosting-

  • Beat butter with mixer on medium-high until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes. Switch the speed to low-medium so you don’t end up in a cloud of sugar.
  • Add the confectioners’ sugar, ½ cup at a time, beating well after each addition and scraping down the side with a spatula.
  • Add the vanilla and beat frosting on high for about 3 minutes, it will get very pale and be light and airy. If the frosting is too thick beat in a little milk.

Raspberry Chocolate ‘Blood’ Sauce

  1. 2 tablespoons raspberry filling
  2. 1 tablespoon cornflour
  3. 1 teaspoon red food colouring
  4. 1 teaspoon chocolate syrup

To make the fake blood-

  • Strain the raspberry filling to make sure there are not leftover seeds. Add all ingredients to a small bowl and mix well . The Chocolate syrup will give the fake blood a bit more realistic colour. 

To Assemble the cake-

  • Trim the raised tops off each of the cakes. Cut each of the cakes into 2 even layers. ( I finally bought a cake cutting wire, its the best thing ever people! If you don’t have one I’d really recommend it, even layers every time!)
  • Spoon roughly ½ of a cup of the vanilla frosting into a piping bag. Place bottom layer of cake onto plate. Pipe a ring of frosting around the edge of the cake to stop the raspberry filling escaping.
  • Spoon in a third for the raspberry frosting and smooth over. Top with the next layer of cake and repeat the piping and filling, finishing with the top layer of cake.
  • Spread a thin crumb coat of vanilla frosting over the entire cake.
  • Spoon on the remaining frosting and spread in a thicker smooth layer over the entire cake.
  • Dust your work surface (I use a silicone mat) with a little cornflour and roll out the fondant to roughly 7mm thickness. 
  • Drape the rolled fondant over the cake. Smooth the fondant over the cake, starting at the top then working down the sides. Pull the fondant away from the cake sides as necessary to avoid creases forming.
  • Run the fondant smoothers over the top and around the sides to get a nice flat Finish. 
  • Trim the excess fondant from the base of the cake with a sharp knife.
  • Now for the fun part. Press fang marks all over the cake using the plastic teeth.
  • Spoon some of the raspberry chocolate 'blood’ into a small squeesy bottle. Fill each of the teeth marks with a little fake blood. Add drips and puddles where you like.
  • To make the spray splatter look, start by placing the cake on top of newspaper to ensure you do not make a mess. Make sure you cover the wall behind too.
  • Empty most of the remaining raspberry chocolate sauce from the squeezy bottle.The little bit of sauce left the the bottle should squeeze out in a splatter. The less sauce in the bottle the finer the spray with be. Go crazy and cover the cake as much as you like.

▪Missin' You... | Min Yoonji

Angst | Fluff | Requested by Anonnie

Word count: 5,800+

Pairing: min yoonji x reader

Anonnie said: Can you please do a yoonji x reader fic where both have a huge argument and they go days w/out talking but they end up missing each other so they make up in the end? You can choose/write how they make up so if you want to write smut, then that would be cool too [is the request too vague?] Also, Thank you :) P.S. I like your writing a lot 💖


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Headcannons for spending Fourth of July with the gang?

I. LOVE. THIS.

• Darry would’ve definitely cooked barbecue and hot dogs and hamburgers and chips and y'all know the drill
• they’re was mustard and ketchup flown everywhere
• two bit, soda, steve, and Darry probably all ate like 5 hamburgers and hot dogs each
• steve and two bit went across town to buy the best fireworks they could afford
• Ponyboy and Johnny probably brought a blanket and towels and such and sat outside watching the sunset
• and when it got dark…
• THE FIREWORKS WENT OFF
• steve, soda, and two bit literally went roque with the fireworks
• like they shot the ginormous ones from their hands and shot some out of their mouths it was wild
• Dally probably showed up late and just sat there
• he didn’t participate in anything
• he’d probably leave after thirty minutes tbh
• Darry was too focused on the food that he wasn’t even paying attention to the boys messing around with the fireworks
• when he realized he was pissed
• “DONT SHOOT THEM OFF LIKS THAT. THAT IS SO DANGEROUS YOURE GONNA KILL US ALL BY THE END OF THE NIGHT. I WILL NOT SEE YOU SHOOTING THEM OFF LIKE THAT AGAIN AM I CLEAR????”
• “yes sir”
• they listened for like 10 minutes and started doing it again
• pony and Johnny were in complete wonderment while watching the fireworks
• they literally though they were beautiful
• “fireworks do come as a close second, huh, johnnycake?”
• “yeah pony”
• two bit and steve got DRUNK
• once they finished one beer, it was onto the next
• Ponyboy probably went home early to sleep
• Darry went home too
• he begged soda to go home but he said he’d leave when they ran out of fireworks
• they bought SO MANY
• they stayed out shooting until like 3 am
• plenty of neighbors came out to complain
• but when one said they’d call the cops they scidaddled
• LITERALLY PLEASE IMAGINE THE GANG ON FOURTH OF JULY ITS THE MOST SPECTACULAR THING

Tour Bus

Hello, Love bugs!

Phil X Reader

Warnings- smut

Okay but I really need a smut fic where Phil and the reader do it on the tour bus ;-; (you know cos he had the master bedroom lmao) and they’re trying to be quiet 


The show was amazing. You saw it back in the UK but the boys now had it down to a science. Everything was perfect. Now you may be a bit bias but the magic and the singing was probably the best parts of the whole thing. The boys look so happy up on stage doing something they loved with people who they really loved and were thankful for. You arrived right before the show so you didn’t have a chance to say hi to Phil. He had reserved you a seat in the mix of all the fans so you could have the full experience. It really was fun to talk to the people who loved your bean as much as you do.

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count me out

Shiro always said, he always said; just keeping pushing on, finish the year, pass your exams, gradate and then he could do whatever he wanted. But that was the problem, Keith didn’t know what he wanted, he hadn’t a clue. So, what was the point of staying on at the Garrison? He hated it there, the snobbery and the stupid social hierarchy he had no clue how to navigate and no desire to in the first place. Everything there was wrong, the teachers, the students, the lessons, hell, even the lighting was off, it reminded him of a hospital.

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Follow me through
The city of frost-covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move

Inktober Day 4 

IT’S FINISHED AHHHH (see below for an actual explanation of EVERYTHING)

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Christmas with Seventeen

CAN’T BELIEVE ITS GOING TO BE CHRISTMAS IN 1 DAYS :0

Seungcheol

  • shopping with him for the rest his sons
  • literally spends 10 mins just standing there, figuring out what shampoo to buy, good luck shopping with him
  • “ugh this smells like sock”,”Seungcheol pls, shampoo don’t smell like socks”
  • you two go into stealth mode when its time to hide the gifts [james bond plays in the BG]
  • hides all the presents in weird places because he knows dino and hoshi will start a search party just to find out what he got for them
  • gets you to climb onto his shoulder to hide them on the top shelf ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • is kinda cooking ??? but actually just tell seokmin to chop the onions thinner #mother-in-law-S.coups , freaks out when the food gets slighty burned and you have to pass him some tea to make him chill and relax
  • “Seriously Y/N, I wouldn’t know what I would do without you, I-I mean, you as in your help :)” [smooth moves]
  • has to check on mingyu and vernon every 5 mins to make sure aren’t the log cake
  • someone save scoops

Jeonghan

  • thank god for jeonghan
  • this guy keeps everyone in check bless
  • knows that seungcheol would freak out for a bit so he made some tea in advance, saw you going out shopping without wearing a jacket which he then takes of his to cover you with and whips out tissues to swipe away mingyus snot an angel
  • you have to hold him by the arm to make sure he doesn’t rip over some random chair
  • you two sing the pikachu song in the car but suddenly gets remixed until seokmin and hoshi comes in and now it’s like pickachu ft. mariah carey & ariana grande
  • isn’t afraid of the naughty or nice list because he knows he’s an angel
  • cleans up the dorm with everyone, wanting to make sure everything is neat but laying flat on the floor with the rest of seventeen from pure tiredness so when you get back from getting take out
  • “ Hey guys guess what I got for din- uhhh are you guys okay “, they just groaned a ok and just laid there for another 5 mins same

Joshua

  • can you imagine him with a white beard going all out with ‘ ho ho ho merry Christmas ‘ Santa look, would make you cringe a bit but he looks so happy in the costume so you don’t want rain on his parade
  • his eyes would immediately light up when he sees the bag of fried chicken in your hands
  • ‘ chicken will heal our hearts ‘ - joshua jisoo hong
  • all of you take a break to recharge and just rest, you guys spend it by watching anime and chom chom-ing on the food
  • when you see him nibbling on a candy cane you suddenly had the craving of having one, joshua sees you eyeing his so he breaks in half to hand it to you
  • GentlemanHong
  • busy hanging up the setting up the Christmas tree
  • is very very amused at Jun
  • ends up getting fascinated by the bowl of candy canes that you were looking for

Jun

  • probably busy untangling the Christmas lights while joshua just giggles at Jun which earn him a playful slap on the back
  • 7 hrs later and the lights still aren’t untangled [ send help ]
  • gets himself stuck in the Christmas lights
  • “ Y/N ~ come help meeee, you’re always good at detangling your headphones HEeeeLPPpp ME ~ “, “okok Jun gimme a sec while i try to un-sticky tape dino”
  • get all flushed when you get a little too close too him and when you look up, he looks like a dear that’s caught in the headlights, looks away quickly and goes back to fiddling with the knots on the lights
  • you guys finished dinner and you decided to help put up the lights, seeing that wonwoo and Jun were definitely struggling with hanging it up right
  • “ hmm Jun it really doesn’t look right from where I’m standing, like the lights are all in a circle and this part is all wonky and all over the place ?”, Jun scoots over to Wonwoo’s side to see what he was talking about,” woah you are right, this has to at least be the 8th time we’ve taken it down again, that’s ok let’s do it agian”
  • Wonwoo went to go help with the Jeonghan while you and Jun were practically wrecking yours brains to fix the lights
  • finally happy at the finished product you two collapsed into a pile

Hoshi

  • jams with Seokmin to all the Christmas jingles he hears while shopping
  • blares Chrismacy songs to get everyone into the mood
  • would be helping out in the kitchen with seokmin and mingyu, ices the cookies while mingyu and dino bake them
  • the cookies are all really cute, they have really cute shapes like ugly sweaters, hearts, stars and snowmen
  • you giggle at how determined he looks when he was icing the cookies, with his eyebrows all scrunched up and his lips pursed together
  • sees you staring at the cookies so he taps you on the shoulder from behind and from his back, he pulls out a heart shaped cookie in pink icing with the wording : Y/N
  • gets back to icing the other cookies with red ears 0///0

Wonwoo

  • wanders around the mall when you guys go shopping so you need to hold him by the arm and by the end of the shopping trip you and the boys have formed some kind of human chain
  • helps out Jeonghan with clearing up the dorm since most of the time its
  • pretty messy but its the holiday so it had to be a little bit more tidier if they member would wake up on Christmas morning tripping on their own underwear
  • eats cookies with you
  • you see crumbs on his chin so you brush them off and wonwoo’s frozen, like you’re pretty sure he’s not even breathing because he was looking a bit tense “ wonwoo you ok ?”, snaps out of his daze to dunk his cookie into his milk “y-yeaa I’m good, thanks Y/N”
  • gets you to pick out the sweater he was going to wear tomorrow and you pick the white turtle neck one 

Woozi

  • very very fascinated at the giant Christmas trees they have at retail shops
  • is cutting paper snow flakes with minghao
  • laughs along with joshua when he sees jun stucks but goes back to picking out the playlist for Christmas day, asks for your advice on what to play and you pick out mansae which makes him cock an eyebrow since it wasn’t very festive but you said it was one of your favourites that he composed
  • sneaks around with you to look for the lost bowl of candy canes
  • you beg him to put on so fUNNy looking Christmas sweater probably got, you try to get him to put in on by acting cute and you can hear Seungkwan in the back screaming nOOOooooOOoOoo
  • woozi get all cringing when puts on the sweater you could see him scrunching up his nose and balling up his fist send help
  • falls asleep while everyone watches attack on titan

Seokmin

  • is having a mini jam session with joshua and hoshi in the cereal isle
  • pushes the cart with dino inside
  • makes lots of train sounds like ‘choo choo’ races mingyu with minghao in his cart, can someone save them
  • sees you struggling with the Christmas supplies so he jogs over to
    help you with them, ends up getting shouted at by hoshi for
    leaving him with his bag of groceries
  • decorates the Christmas tree with Seungkwan and vernon
  • ends up getting distracted by the hanging Christmas lights

Mingyu

  • catches a bit of a cold since its getting colder and you notice him sniffling in the car so you drape your jacket over him hoping that it warms him up a bit
  • ends up snuggling up to you
  • you doze resting your head on his head and when he wakes up he’s a little shocked to see you covering him up with your jacket while drooling on him as you sleep but he’s not complaining
  • gets his snot swiped away by jeonghan bless him
  • races hoshi with an unsuspecting minghao in his cart 
  • makes cookies with jeonghan and hoshi, doing a great job 
  • offers you what looks like choc chip cookies but is actually raisins but they’re still good so you continue eating them

Minghao

  • goes around shopping for gifts with Jun
  • loses Jun because he was distracted by something ends up falling into a cart because he was trying to reach for some chips, get driven away by mingyu
  • is confused at how he got there
  • but at least he found the rest of his members so that fine
  • cuts up paper snow flakes but makes one in a shape of heart just for you
  • [ pls protect him ]
  • decorating the front door with seuncheol

Seungkwan

  • busy taste testing the food, tries to sneak in a bite of the log cake with mingyu and hoshi but ends up getting caught by seungcheol
  • is hanging up the ornaments and when he’s done he call you over to see how it looks like, you decide to add a couple finishing touches onto the tree and you must the tree is looking pretty good
  • but there’s one thing missing, the star, seungkwan jumps onto the top, “its me, I am the star”
  • nahh I’m kidding, he’d rush to get the star and he’d try to lift you up to put it on and after a few jumps you two finally put the star on the tree

Hansol

  • begs woozi to put hot line bling onto the playlist
  • you guys have a dance off to see who could dance like they lost all circulation in they body, you two look like jellyfishes flopping around
  • plates the cookies for santa next onto a table
  • borrows joshua santa beard and turns it into a wig
  • decorates the Christmas tree but ends up getting lost in his on reflection in the Christmas ornaments

Dino

  • somehow ends up in seokmin’s cart and gets caught in a race cart battle with mingyu
  • tries to wrap up a present but gets stuck with the sticky tape so you have to un-sticky tape him
  • is baking with mingyu while hoshi ices them, when you step into the kitchen all you see is dino and jeonghan cover in flour,you try to dust off as much flour you can off them
  • you come to help them mix the dough but you having noodle arms, you groan about getting sore arms and dino come in to help you,”Y/N here let me help you”

OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE it going to be Christmas in 1 day??? I can’t

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an attempt to start writing zimbits;

So I’ve been having trouble motivating myself to write so I thought maybe I’d try a new method of posting… I’m gonna be posting little bits of this here on tumblr as I go, and hopefully get some feedback as I write! Once it’s finished, it’ll make its way onto ao3.

The gist of the fic: Jack is a shitty patient when he’s sick, so when he gets a cold, Shitty has a minor heart attack. What comes next is a certain Canadian hockey player loopy off of cold meds, and the startling realization that a stuffy nose turns Jack Zimmermann into a clingy monster.

It’s a good thing everyone in the Haus loves him and is willing to pitch in to help their Captain get better. It also doesn’t hurt that a certain Southern boy is more than happy to dote on said Captain.

Part 1/?

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Jack sneezed three times in a row during breakfast, at 7:03 am on a Tuesday morning, halfway through his second pancake. Shitty’s head snapped up so fast, Bitty was shocked he didn’t injure himself.

“No,” Shitty breathed, his eyes wide with horror. “It can’t be.”

Regaining his equilibrium after the third sneeze wracked his body, Jack untucked his face from the crook of his arm and sniffed quietly. “Shits,” Jack said slowly, his voice a low warning. “It’s nothing, it was just a sneeze. Don’t freak out, okay?”

Shitty stood up so fast he nearly knocked his chair over. “It’s never just a sneeze Jack Zimmerman.” He darted around the table and bent over to peer at Jack suspiciously. “And I heard three sneezes just now brah. Two is enough for suspicion. Three is enough to cause alarm. Throat?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “My throat is fine, Shitty.”

“Runny nose?”

“Nope.”

“Headache?”

“This interrogation is giving me a headache.”

Shitty squinted at him. “Don’t you sass me, Zimmermann.”

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Psychology Report

Title: Psychology Report

Anonymous asked: Cool so the reader is a psychology student sent to Arkham to study an inmate for a project, and she catches Jerome’s eye, and he ends up having the inmate she was assigned killed (he woulda done it himself but didn’t wanna end up in solitary lol) so he’s the one she’ll be studying. In one of their private sessions he tells her that he’ll only give her answers if he plays truth or dare with him. Eventually he dares her to sit on his lap, and then uses the game to manipulate her into fucking him

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

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About your writing…

Imagine you’re baking a cake. 

You check the ingredients, gather them up, dump them in a big bowl and then look down at your creation. 

It looks awful. There’s a pile of white flour, clumps of baking powder and salt, raw eggs floating on a slick of vegetable oil…You get the idea. It’s disgusting and you failed. You dump out the cake and start again. 

Okay, probably not. You probably stir it up, pour the batter into a pan and bake it until you can pull it out of the oven, right? Then, and only then, you have the cake you wanted to make in the first place.

So why, when it comes to writing, do we so often stop at the oil and raw eggs stage?

We have an idea and we start writing and then decide a few paragraphs or pages in that it’s horrible and not worth any further effort. We look at that first draft and judge the whole of our skill and talent on that first bit of a story. 

But that’s the first draft. That’s the purge to get an idea out of our head and onto paper and that’s all it is. What decides whether we’re any good is everything that comes after: the rewriting, the editing, the revising. You know, the actual baking bit.

Just something to keep in mind next time you’re frustrated because your writing looks like crap. Take heart in the fact that it should look like crap. You’re doing it right, you’re just not finished yet.

You Wish: Teenagers

Other fifteen parts of this are in my Masterlist
Yeah… there’s smut. 
It can be read without reading the rest of the parts. Just ignore one certain section.

The sexual tension on the way to Calum’s was evident. It felt as if my bottom lip was permanently being tugged on in anticipation. I watched him the whole way there. The way he squinted from time to time, the way his tongue would occasionally graze off his lip. His fucking arms were on full show as he gripped on that steering wheel and they looked good.

I couldn’t get out the car fast enough when he pulled up on the drive. I just about managed to grab my bag before slamming the door and rushing over to him. Calum fumbled with the house keys as I ran my fingers down his back.

Once he did manage to open the door he pulled me inside, yanking my bag off my shoulder before throwing it onto the sofa. With a smirk on his face, he looked me up and down before backing me into the door, making it shut.

Placing his hands either side of my head, he began kissing down my neck, sucking at the vulnerable area of my collarbone. I moved my head to the side, closing my eyes, simply enjoying his touch. 

His lips soon made their way to my own and they began to move together. He added the perfect amount of tongue, his left hand moving from the door to run along the curve of my waist.

When he took his lips away from mine, it didn’t feel right. I missed the contact and as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes I knew he was everything I’ve ever wanted. This time, I’m not going to let him slip away.

“Great.” An unfamiliar sounded from the other side of the room. “I thought you two would never stop.”

Calum turned around to look at the man sat on his sofa wearing a black trenchcoat. He had dark hair that was going grey in some places and he flashed us a menacing smile. I looked between him and Calum, still stood against the door.

Calum had his back to me, not moving an inch. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to give you this.” The man said, throwing a brown envelope onto the small table at the beginning of the hallway.

When Calum quickly glanced at me then back at him the man put the pieces together, realising I had no idea what was going on.

“She doesn’t know.” The man said, rolling her eyes. “Great.”

“Josie, can you wait in the bedroom please?” Calum asked, turning to face me.

Nodding, I gave him a smile and walked off, quickly glancing at the man before leaving the room.

Their conversation was incoherent through the wooden door as I leaned up against it. I wasn’t mad at Calum because it was none of my business, I was more worried. This man didn’t look especially friendly.

A few minutes passed and I heard the front door close. I slowly turned the doorknob and left his room, seeing him sat on the sofa with the brown envelope in his hands. I cautiously walked over and sat down next to him.

“You okay?” I asked, gently running my fingers down his arm.

“Yeah. I’m good.” He said, shooting me a small smile.

We sat in silence after. Calum kept spinning the envelope around in both hands by its corners as I watched on, beginning to get bored. I wanted to finish what we started, if you know what I mean, but it seemed as if he had other things on his mind.

A sudden burst of confidence washed over me and I crawled onto his lap, straddling him. He smirked at me, his arms laying lazily by his sides as I placed hands on his shoulders. I bit on my bottom lip as I looked at him underneath me, my need for him becoming evident in my underwear.

“We still haven’t finished.” I muttered before kissing down his neck while letting my left hand run down his toned chest.

His hands came up to hold my waist as I began sucking on his skin, leaving my mark on him. I could feel his hard on pressing against the inside of my thigh from his jeans and it felt so good to know it was because of me. My hips began grinding down onto him and his hands went to my ass, guiding my actions.

“Fuck.” He muttered, his head falling back to rest on the top of the sofa.

Biting my lower lip, I continued my actions. My heat began throbbing at the way Calum looked. His eyes were almost shut, loose hair falling in front of them while his mouth was parted slightly. Both of ours breathing began to pick up as I began kissing along his jawline, it was so perfect.

Calum suddenly stood up, keeping his hands on my ass and I wrapped my legs around him, looking at him in surprise. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

My breath hitched after those words left his mouth and he smirked, making his way to the bedroom. He kicked his bedroom door open, the sound of metal hitting the floor, before he dropped me onto the bed. Crawling on top of me, his hips pressing on to mine while he placed his hands either side of my head.

“You want this, right?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Calum began placing open mouthed kisses down my neck then to my collarbone where he began sucking and biting. My fingers ran through his disheveled hair as my breathing became heavy.

His lips lost contact with my skin and he sat up, trying to regain a steady breathing pattern. I took it to my advantage and pulled his top up a small amount. He got the hint and raised his arms so I could swiftly pulled his top over his head before discarding it on the floor.

Calums torso was on full show. All of his tattoos I’ve never asked him about and his toned stomach was there for me to touch, so I did. I ran my fingers down his chest towards the waistband of his trousers.

I looked back at his face to see him smiling down at me, making me smile too. He pushed some hair out of my face and gently grazed his thumb along my bottom lip, feeling how dry they were from his own not being on them.

“You can keep your top on if you want.” He murmured. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

His words only made me feel more comfortable so I sat up just enough so I could pull it over my head. He helped remove it as I got half way and threw it behind him. His eyes traveled back to my chest and he licked his lips at the exposed area of my cleavage.

“You can take it off.” I whispered, referring to my bra, while looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”

An immediate smile appeared on his face and he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ve waited to hear that.”

I’m pretty sure he was on about the ‘I love you’ part. Either way, he placed a kiss on my lips as he unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms before throwing it into the corner of his room. His hand immediately came up to cup it, giving it a light squeeze as his tongue danced over the nipple of my other boob.

Now we were both in front of each other shirtless. It was more of a big deal for me because I’ve seen Calum like this three times already. He didn’t seem to care that my boobs weren’t the perfect size or that my stomach wasn’t super flat. That made me feel a whole lot more comfortable with my body and I love him for it.

His lips met mine again, adding tongue, as he kneaded my breast. My arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. I tried to sneakily kicked off my shoes but they made a noise when they fell and he pulled away, a laugh coming from his mouth.

“What?” I asked, a smile on my face.

“Nothing.” He said, shaking his head at me.

At that moment I heard his shoes fall to the floor making me smile. That smile soon turned into me biting my lip as he brought his face close to mine, his breath hitting my cheek.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

My response was my lips pressing up against his. He knew I wanted him and it didn’t stop him from sitting up to unbutton my jeans, slowly pulling them down my legs.

“How many boys have you been with?” He suddenly asked, dropping my jeans onto the floor.

“Two.” I replied briefly, peering up at him.

“And they let you go?” He asked, before muttering, “Fucking idiots.”

“Cal.” I whispered, gaining his full attention. “They’re not important.”

“You’re right.” He muttered. “But you are.”

With that, he began to kiss down the valley of my breasts, towards the waistband of my underwear. He pressed his thumb against my clothed core, making my knees involuntary come together.

Calum opened my legs, kissing the insides of my thighs. My breathing quickened as my heat began to throb for him. His index finger grazed my clit and I took a sharp intake of breath. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my lacy underwear, pulling them slowly down my legs.

I was never one to get embarrassed but Calum seeing me like this, I couldn’t stop my cheeks from turning pink. When he resurfaced to look at my face once more, his expression changed.

“Why have you gone red?”

My shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as my teeth tugged at my bottom lip. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Never feel like you should be embarrassed of the way you look, Josie. Promise me that.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat before muttering, “I promise.”

Calum nodded and began to undo his jeans. I knew he felt entirely comfortable in his skin. He had no reason not to be. He’s beautiful, no doubt about it. The sound of another item of clothing sounded on the floor before he brought his face back to level with mine.

My hands traveled down and I ran my hand along the bulge in his boxers, making him suck in a breath. I pulled the fabric down, revealing his hard length. The tip was leaking precum whilst being a light shade of red. All because of me.

Once his boxers were completely removed, I ran my thumb across his tip collecting the precum. My eyes met his own, the dark shade of brown looking down at me as I put my thumb in my mouth sucking it clean.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his dick twitching at my single action.

I bit my lip and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Whenever you want to stop, just say.” He said in a serious tone, his eyes wide to emphasis the point.

“No.” I replied. “I want this, Calum.”

“Me too.” He murmured before reaching across to his bed side table.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a blue condom packet. It was nothing special to be exact. By that I mean it wasn’t flavoured. Once he rolled the condom down his length he discarded the wrapper somewhere on the bed. 

I watched him the whole time, his bottom lip between his teeth because of lust and concentration.

“Do you wanna go on top, or?”

“Do you want me to?” I asked curiously.

“Well…”

That was all I needed to hear before I sat up and pushed him onto his back. A smirk played on lips as I climbed onto him, gently hands resting on his toned chest. 

He grabbed my hips as I held his length, helping myself ease onto it. I gasped at the feeling of him stretching my walls and he began thrusting in and out of me at a slow pace.

It wasn’t long before I was riding him properly. He had a firm grip on my ass, guiding my actions. My head rolled back while my mouth was partly open as I got lost in the feeling of Calum being inside of me, making me feel good.

He began thrusting up to meet me, powerful and fast. I kept getting bursts of pleasure running through my body and both of our breathing was heavy as I looked at him. His eyes were on me but they did close from time to time at the amount of pleasure he was experiencing too.

Calum removed his hands from my ass and placed them on my hips, lifting me up slightly. He bent his knees so I would stay in that position and that is when he smirked up at me.

Within seconds, he was pounding into me making my chest fall onto his. The only thing I could do was start sucking and lightly biting along his neck, down to his collarbone.

Suddenly, I screamed out “Fuck!” as his length hit my G-spot.

“There we are.” He muttered, repeating his actions over and over again.

“Calum.” I whimpered, my breathing erratic.

“I know, baby.” He groaned. “Just hold on until I say.”

I nodded and bit down on my lip, closing my eyes. He decided to make it harder for me to hold on as he brought his thumb up to start rubbing circles on my clit. 

The knot in my stomach was about to unravel soon and the pleasant burning feeling took over my my senses. His thrusts began to be less rhythmic and his grip on my waist tightened, sure to leave a bruise.

“I want you to scream my name, okay, baby?”

“Okay.” I panted, nodding lazily.

“Ready? Three, two, one.”

My legs began to shake as I screamed Calum’s name. I felt the condom become warmer inside of me and profanities fell from his mouth. 

Once again, I fell onto his chest and took deep breaths while he rode out our highs. Slowly grinding into me before completely pulling out, making me miss the contact. 

I went to get off him but he grabbed my hips, holding me in place.

“I’m still not done with you yet.”

*clears throat* I need to cool off.
Yeah, uh, ask me for the next part.
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Peace bitchachos.