jk i dont really

Marco Sings Karaoke
  • Marco Sings Karaoke
  • Isolated Frequencies

Marco and Star were having fun singing karaoke, when Marco decided to sing this song!

This is my Saturday Stargazing submission for wholesome week! @wholesome-week

This is my attempt at singing in my Marco voice from my dubs which you should check out. Original song by Dave Days, the instrumental can be found here.

ravenastarte  asked:

Imma tell you this right now, the casting for the dub is not so good imo. Kou sounds like Sonic The Hedgehog from Sonic 2006, Yuma sounds like he's on steroids, like his voice literally made me pull myself away from my laptop for a second, Azusa sounds really raspy and then Ruki's like somewhat the legit decent voice.

I know what azusa sounds like because greg ayres’ cursed smoker voice is in every goddamn dub i watch

im going to go hatefollow greg ayres on twitter because of this

i finally watched ghost.busters and like wtf was everyone on about??? i heard nothing but terrible rumors from everyone i know who saw it and like W H A T that was the funniest (while still being scary because FUCK those mannequins and that first ghost lady scared the shit out of me) movie ive ever seen how tf did the ah boys not like it jack especially?!

Jongin; Sometimes (M)

 in which Jongin wants you on the countertop
❝It is legitimately 2AM and I woke up for a bathroom break but this was literally in my dream. So, therefore, being a Jongin trash, I just had to write it out before it slips from my mind, it just came aha see what i did there no not really and ahaha I don’t know what happened here but ya’ll can judge me cause I’m going back to sleep.
►1890 words | scenario, smut

Sometimes when Jongin decides that it’s time to pour his love and affection down on you, he has many, oh, he has many ways to show it. Sometimes he likes to take his time and worship your body like a goddess, sometimes he acts like he has all the time in the world and it drives you insane to how much restrain this man has, sometimes he goes for a mad drive and the pleasure comes with the snap of his fingers and sometimes, sometimes, he does it whenever he likes and that includes when you’re cooking in a kitchen where you’re most vulnerable and you don’t even notice he’s staring at you through the glass windows, stalking your every move until you’re done putting aside all the pans into the sink, the dishes are done and kept in a tub because they’re going to be eaten later and you want them to be warm and keeping you warm is exactly what he wants to do right now.

He gently slides the door open, making sure to leave it like that so the steam doesn’t fog up the place and he cautiously maneuvers his way around the area until he’s standing right behind you. He knows you like to cook with music on and man, you’re giving him an easy life. His arms don’t hold back and he’s pulling you towards him when his arms snake around your waist and he feels you stiffen and a scream is trapped in your throat and there’s nothing you can do because your hearing is blocked. He grins and takes a peek at you and you greet him with a glare as there are times when Jongin has done this before and let’s just say that it usually ends on a bad note and a case of scolding. He uses a hand to brush a strand away from your forehead and you go back to cleaning up that you hadn’t notice he pulled out one side of the earplugs to talk to you, “Busy?”

He swears he’s about to burst into a pit of laughter when you scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes as you set one pan aside and you’re going back for the other, “You have eyes, use them,” And your tone, so cute.

“Aw… are you mad that I scared you like that?” He coos, blowing a raspberry and you’re stabbing that berry to death, “Spare me, Jongin, I only have one life to live,” You grumble, setting the other pan aside and just as you’re about to wipe your hands, he wastes no time to hold you in so you can’t move or reach for the cloth, “Jong—I swear to God—can you please let me go?”

“Hm…” He thinks for a moment and you’re taking a good look at him and now you notice that spark in his eyes, “Don’t wanna,” He mumbles and then his lips are nipping your earlobe before he whispers, “I’m hard for you and I want to have you on the countertop,” He tells you his plans and you know, Jongin doesn’t falter once he executes what he tells you. He feels you stiffening once more but this time, it’s with a different feeling. He chuckles, taking this chance to slip your phone with the earplugs attached from you, sliding it onto the other side of the counter. It’s the darkness within his eyes that catches you and you hadn’t realize he’s lured you far away from the sink just to spin you around and this time he catches your lips between his own. 

All initial plans are smothered when your lips meet and it just happens that Jongin is one hell of a kisser—and he knows that. His tongue is always languid, taking its own sweet pace but when he effortlessly sets you on the countertop, your bottom sliding on the cold surface and he harshly tugs you towards him with his iron grip on your waist, his teeth is scraping on your lower lip hard enough to make them bleed.

He pulls away sharply and works his way down, dotting open mouthed kisses as if he’s mapping your body and this is a map he’s traveled many times before. He always starts from the corner of your lips, giving both sides a kiss and he smirks on your skin as he moves to your jaw, all the way down to the side of your neck where he yanks your shirt to the side and you’re mumbling to him to get rid of your clothes. He tells you you’re too impatient and you say fuck you because he’s the cause of all this. He shakes his head and pulls away from your neck, deciding that hey, it’s true and he starts the frenzy of stripping his clothes and you don’t waste your time on that, either. 

His shirt is tossed out by the door, his jeans follow not too long after, your apron is coming off and he smiles with his eyes and bites his lip as he watches you remove your shirt. You call him a pervert for staring at you like that and he admits that he is because fuck, you’re beautiful. But then when you’re reaching for your shorts, he brushes your hands away and steps back in between your legs, “Ah, this is my job,”

You’re about to smack him and tell him to stop playing around but then he shows you it’s not a game when he forcefully places your hands around his shoulders because you’re going to need it and he eases one hand around your lower back while his other pops the button open and you’re wondering if you really should take his words to accord. Your eyes close and you feel it rising when he uses a finger to slide it on the waistband of your panties, your breath hitches when he doesn’t hesitate to slide his whole palm over the fabric that’s covering your lips and he smirks when he knows where to add pressure on to make you snap. Your hips buckle when his palm is digging into your clit and your jaw is slack when he continue his assault to feel you through the sheer material, you’re cursing at him for being a tease. He agrees with you as well and tell you that you have hands and you catch on what he means.

He almost rips the thin fabric to shove in two fingers and it’s making you see stars too soon, too soon. You’re feeling the need to get revenge that you pull him by the nape of his neck to get closer and he breathes into your neck heavily and curses when your hand slips down to give him a generous squeeze. He tells you it feels good and you tell him of course it’s fucking good and he doesn’t respond with words but with his fingers because they curl in you, pushing as deep as he can before they move rapidly to make your hand tremble by the line of his boxers. 

He takes a moment to pause, to let you breathe and even though the path to your peak is blocked, you find the will to slip your hand into his boxers and his breath hitches when your thumb is spreading the wetness all over the tip. He’s hard and he’s thick—he’s all ready for you that it really amazes you to how far he can wait just to crack you up first. Then you’re unwilling to wait and neither is he when you tell him to get on with it and he does when his boxers are kicked to the side on the floor and your panties follow not too long after. He promises you that he’s going to put his love all on you later but for now, he’s going to be quick.

You nod and slip your arms around his neck when he slides in and god, it’s driving you insane. He doesn’t give you time to adjust when he knows you’re ready and he’s setting a fast pace to make your breathing erratic. Your hair’s a mess, you’re sweating a lot more than you were when you were cooking and he’s buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking marks that can last for days and he doesn’t hold back. You’re whimpering and holding onto him with all you have and he tells you that he’s got you with one hand still keeping you sitting upright and his other gripping onto your thigh so whenever he enters, it’s hitting the right spot. Your hips instantly shift when he hits it right there and he notices this. He’s making your thigh bend upward and you’re unable to hold back the moans of his name that slip through your mouth because how the fuck does he always get the right spot?

You’re almost to your satisfaction, you’re letting him know that you’re coming, you’re coming, you’re coming. He tells you to come all over him, he tells you to not hold back and he’s there to catch you and he keeps his promises when you shake violently, his name is echoed around the place and it drives him to his destination when you feel the familiar warmth spreading in you and it’s moments like these that he appreciates that you’re on a pill. You hadn’t realize that you were biting his shoulder when he tells you it’s not the best feeling in the world and you mumble a soft apology because yeah, that’s how hard you came. You plant a kiss on his shoulder but remain like that, sinking into the aftermath as he rubs circles on your thigh as its wrapped around his waist, his other pressing on your lower back because he knows how painful and aching it must’ve been.

“Does it hurt?” He asks concernedly, into your ears and you’re smiling, shaking your head, “Not really…”

He decides to take things in his own hands and he literally does as he pulls you until you’re clinging onto him. He has the strength to pick up all your clothes because he knows how you don’t like them messily all over the place and he does it all with you catching it when he tosses it to you despite you just being on him, really on him. Then he reaches the bedroom and you toss everything into the basket with his aid and before he can settle you down on the bed where he’ll let you to sleep because he knows you’re tired, he feels something clenching around him just as he thinks he’s about to go soft.

He cocks an eyebrow at you and you lean away to grin at him when he catches that glint in your eyes, “Aren’t you a naughty angel?” His tone says otherwise as he places you on the bed, his body following you and you do realize that he’s still in you because nah, he doesn’t want to pull out.

“Well… sometimes, angels can be bad, too,”

He pushes the hair back from your forehead and he slides his hands down into yours to make them move over your head, his eyes darkening with another look, his lips curling up into a smile and you’re in for another ride when he says, “I can be a naughty boy too, then.”

anonymous asked:


Okay so like, I very much see the potential with these two, but I don’t actively ship them?? Maybe because it’s because of the way female friendships are super underdeveloped in hp, but I don’t really know enough about their dynamics to be passionate about them? Idk, I think I more often ship pairings w text rather than subtext, and in the case of hp wlw ships that makes it,,,, really fucking shitty. Idk. So basically my opinion is I love them and want to ship them, but don’t think they have a lot of development as a couple, etc.

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it!

am i the only one sort of embarassed for jk rowing for failing so hard to make american sounding anything for the american wizarding world???

every other new word she makes up sounds so friggen british it hurts. they practically have a british accent written into them. and don’t even get me started on another friggen castle.

Thanks @never-is-a-long-time for tagging me Last song I listened to: Normal by Spooky Cigarette
Last book read: i think it wasTeen Angst by Ned Vizzini
Favourite colour: Dark bluey/green
Top 3 shows: New Girl, My Mad Fat Diary, First Dates
Top 3 fictional characters: Howl, Julius Pepperwood, JK Dashwood ;)
Top 3 ships: i dont really have ships, i guess myself and many rockstars haha

I tag @howisyourprocess @someday-ill-do-you-a-favour @ntasja @ghostcookie0114 @starry-eyed-adolescence if you wanna do it/haven’t already :)

looking back the way we treated natalia kills after the xfactor thing (which was clearly pushed+encouraged by the xfactor team itself and she wasnt allowed to defend herself bc of legal stuff) was FUCKED up like we bulied her so hard she got fired & had to change her name and a bunch of people dragged the music & career she worked so hard on and like….. i feel like we OWE her an apology and we must listen & support her new music (which is so good btw)

not her husband though he can choke