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SanversWeek Day 7- Soulmate AU

Today’s offering was written by my wife who wanted to get in on the action :)


Alex wasn’t sure if she believed in soul mates… Yes she had the ‘mark’ like all humans did (hers being on her upper arm) but she just wasn’t sure how much she believed that there was someone out there for everyone. She was 28 and had never been in love… Sure she had had flings with guys at college. Most people experimented with ‘non-soulmates’ when they were younger, the older generation always then saying that when you find your soulmate it’s like fireworks in your entire being and the world just seems… right… But Alex had never felt that. She did get mildly excited once when a guy she had been dating announced that their marks ‘fit’ and they should announce that they were soul mates. But one look at his crooked spiky symbol next to her smooth flowing lines proved that he was indeed… just high.

She thought back to those compulsory lessons at school which explained the meaning behind the marks everyone had from birth: ‘birthmarks’ or ‘soulmarks’ as they were called. No one really knew their origins, whether humans had evolved them over the eons, or if an alien race had decided to meddle in the human genetic makeup, taking it upon themselves to provide humans with an easy answer to life (and love).

There were however, enough people out there with anecdotal evidence of finding their own true love, that a high percentage of the population believed it. Some spent their entire lives searching for that one person to share their hopes and dreams with… To share their life with… and the sad truth was that some never found it.

But there were also those that refuted the claims that their fate was already decided, and they went off script; purposefully ignoring other people’s marks and trying to find love the way their ancestors did: by trial and error.

Alex pulled up her sleeve to look at her own mark; dark bruise purple lines swirled across her upper bicep, ending sharply at invisible edges which supposedly would map exactly to those of her true love… her soul mate… Teachers explained it as one half of a puzzle piece, that the mark reflected your soul and that both were incomplete until they found their perfect partner.

Alex contemplated one day finding that perfect fit and sighed… just because people believed in a thing didn’t make it true. Alex was a scientist; she required proof, evidence, peer reviewed data, not just coincidental stories that spread across the internet like wildfire. If she believed blindly in the ability of a random patch of coloured skin to decide who she could love then she was no better than those who believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Earth was flat!

She huffed and pulled her sleeve back down so she could finish getting ready, she was already a few minutes late to meet Kara before they both headed in to work. A short breeze and a thud showed her how late she actually was and that her super sister had gotten bored of waiting.

“Hey!” the perpetually bubbly superhero announced, alongside thrusting a steaming hot coffee at Alex and a bag of one donut (the rest having been consumed en-route).

“Hey…” Alex sighed out as she grabbed the bag with its sugared treat and started gulping the coffee.

“Are you OK?”

“What? Yea I’m fine, don’t worry” Alex tried to brush off as she grabbed the last items she would need for the day.

“You thinking about your mark again?” Kara pushed, sweeping her cape out behind her before sitting on one of the kitchen stools.

“Only a little…” Alex murmured. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, there’s no real proof for any of it anyway, and you don’t even have one!”

“But that’s because I’m not human… It’s OK to believe in something Alex… I believe there’s someone out there for everyone, but that doesn’t mean you have to be bound by whatever your skin looks like, I think people find their soulmate despite the ink on their skin… Not because of it…” Kara stood up and hugged Alex fiercely.

“I keep telling you Kara, it’s not ink… It’s a natural pigment in the skin combined with abnormal blood vessels showing through the tissue, not actual ink…” Alex tried to protest underneath the intense cuddling currently squeezing the breath from her lungs.

“Well it looks like ink to me!” Kara stuck out her tongue and gave her sister another bone crushing hug. “Right! Let’s get to work, do you want a lift?”

“No it’s OK, I’ll take my bike, see you there?”

“Sure” Kara smiled before jumping out of the same window she had flown in by.

Alex locked it securely behind the superhero before heading out her apartment and doing the same to her front door. She tried to push the thoughts of soulmates and birthmarks out of her head and sped to work on her Ducati, letting the cool breeze calm her mind.


Nine hours later and Alex was back on her bike, this time shooting off to a potential alien crime scene which had initially been secured by fellow DEO agents. She arrived however, to discover members of the NCPD all over the alleyway where it appeared that a human had been murdered. She flashed her FBI badge at the young cop guarding the entrance and after a sternly raised eyebrow when he started to stammer a protest, was swiftly let through.

Another cop was crouched on the ground beside the body whilst another spoke to an inconsolable man a few metres away. Between the tears, Alex’s ears picked out the words “Soulmate!” before he broke down completely and was gently led away and out of the alleyway.

Alex approached the woman crouching on the ground, a woman who was definitely not a member of the same top secret government agency as Alex.

“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing at my crime scene?” She demanded, already furious that the NCPD had seemingly encroached on a DEO case.

The woman didn’t jump at Alex’s words but instead rose smoothly to her feet and turned to face her, confidently looking the agent up and down before replying.

“Anyone ever tell you all you feds are the same? It’s like you all watched the same bad movies together at Quantico.”

“Who are you?” Alex asked; a little annoyed that her agent status left the cop completely un-phased.

“Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science division” Maggie flashed her badge as she spoke, and as she did so, the sleeve of her leather jacket rode up ever so slightly… enough to reveal a small part of a distinctive purple birthmark.  

“We handle all cases involving aliens and things that go bump in the night… Showed you mine… show me yours…” She challenged Alex, seemingly unaware that she had revealed her soulmark in addition to her badge.

A few seconds passed before Alex could process the words Maggie had spoken, her mind had fixated on the mark, to show someone your mark was considered quite intimate and Alex almost blushed at the innuendo of the Detective’s words before composing herself and answering.

“Agent Alex Danvers, FBI” She flashed her own (fake) badge.

However, Detective Sawyer had noticed the pause and smiled, she personally didn’t believe in birthmarks determining your soul mate so never made any real effort to hide hers (that combined with the slightly awkward position of it being on her forearm meant that it was often on show).

“How about we work together on this one?” She asked and offered her hand (the one with the marked wrist) to the agent.

Alex paused for a beat before gripping Maggie’s hand in her own, very carefully avoiding contact with the other woman’s mark as she nodded her agreement.


Alex and Maggie spent another hour directing other agents and cops collecting evidence before calling it a night. The body was collected to be transported for an autopsy, but so far it was inconclusive as to whether an alien had been responsible, everyone was hoping that the examination would provide more data.

Alex took a breath and offered her hand to Maggie “It was good working with you”

Maggie gripped it back firmly, Alex felt her heart skip a beat and a small shock shoot up her arm as she felt her index finger graze one of the smooth purple lines that made up Maggie’s mark.

“Same here, I’m finished for the night now, do you fancy grabbing a drink with me? I know a place…”

“O…K…” Alex stuttered out, thinking that maybe there might be something to this soulmate thing after all… And if not, well it was only a drink…

KagaKuro Workouts (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و
  • Kagami talking Kuroko into doing push-ups with him. Kuroko gives up after like five, then either wiggles underneath Kagami to kiss him whenever he lowers, or flops onto his back and just lays there, saying, “It’ll improve your strength, Kagami-kun.”
  • It takes a lot of persuasion and nuzzles to get Kuroko to go jogging with Kagami in the mornings. But they take Nigou with them, and jog through the park, and it becomes one of Kuroko’s favorite routines.
  • Kuroko really enjoys doing yoga, especially in the afternoons. Kagami joins him once out of curiosity, but when he ends up flat on his ass and possibly strains his back, he decides just watching is much better.
  • Kuroko very much enjoys watching Kagami do one-armed push-ups and pull-ups in the doorway. He just loves looking at the lines of Kagami’s bicep and the veins in his hands. Until Kagami notices him watching and gets embarrassed and falls.
  • All it takes is a dare and a challenging smirk for Kuroko to try and pick Kagami up. He just wraps his arms around Kagami’s waist and grunts and tries so hard his face turns red. And manages to lift Kagami only about half an inch off the ground. Kagami laughs and swings him into his arms much easier than Kuroko would like in response.
  • Kuroko likes to jump rope, and he’s surprisingly very quick and good at it. And as much as Kagami likes watching him, with how his shirt rises up his stomach with each jump, he can’t help but be confused. “But I’m the jumping guy, how are you better at this than me?!”
  • Both of them quickly learn that neither of them can work out shirtless. Kuroko plasters himself to Kagami’s back, kissing and nipping up his spine, while Kagami buries his face in Kuroko’s shoulder and rubs his hands all over his stomach. It always ends up in an impromptu make out session and they forget about working out entirely.

anonymous asked:

Isak talking to Eskild after the encounter with the homophobe during his birthday. Think the pride speech 2.0

“Hey,” Isak says, and the voice on the other end of the line is oddly comforting.

“Hallo Isak! Why are you calling? Looking for some guru advising?” Eskild asks, and Isak laughs. Even’s at work, and Isak’s alone for the next hour or so. The day before with the man on the street had actually shaken him up a bit. He normally wouldn’t necessarily go running to Eskild at the first sign of trouble, but today…he feels isolated and hurt still.

“I just needed to hear your voice…I…I’m a bit upset,” he admits.

“Are you ok?” Eskild asks in concern. Isak plays with the hem of his shirt.

“Uh…did Even tell you anything about yesterday?” He asks.

“Some. We did just see each other at your party,” Eskild says. Isak hesitates.

“Have you ever…gotten shit said to you? Like, when you’re with someone?” There’s a pause.

“Yes. I think…I think all of us have. At one time or another. Are you looking for…for advice on how to handle that?”

“Uh…yeah. I mean that happened and I still feel…raw?” He stares at the Nas poster on the wall across from him. He remembers when he and Even taped all those scraps of paper up.

“How did you react?” Isak lets out a little bitter laugh.

“I fucking tried to fight him. Literally tried to run down the street to punch him. I called him…fucking ugly…and a bunch of other things.” Eskild laughs.

“Is getting into fights your new thing? Maybe you should think about that.”

“Even held me back. Otherwise…” He trails off.

“Punch more homophobes?”

“Something like that.” There’s a long pause before Eskild speaks. Long enough that Isak almost thinks the older man’s hung up.

“It’s…It’s not about hurting them or fighting them or anything like that. It’s about not letting them get to you. The worst thing you can do to them is keep on being who you are. And some people can’t do that. They’d rather…beat the shit out of a homophobe, which, don’t get me wrong, is great on its own, but the sort of strength you need to take those guys out is more than physical.”

“Right.”

“You’ll be alright Isak.” Eskild pauses again. “You’re strong.”

First Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

(Insert) Bossy instructions.  I will do what I want.  *glares*  (…I may be too bored right now.)

Tagged by @jadepresley <33

1. People never stopped watching him --You and Me

2.It’s just…”  Draco sighed, looking down at his rucksack gloomily. “I’m trying. I don’t know why he hates me so much.  It’s not as if I’m not trying.” –The Man In the Scarlet Cloak

3. Draco is elbows-deep in paperwork when the scent of fresh coffee assaults him.  None of that shit from the canteen; real, spiced coffee, the steam of which makes his muscles tense with longing.  He looks up to see Pansy standing there, her slickly red-polished nails a bright splash against the paper cup she’s holding out like an offering. How To Catch A Weasley (And Maybe A Potter, Too)

4. Harry tugged on his tie in the futile attempt to straighten it.   Allowing Hermione to dress him had seemed like a good idea at the time. But he’d rather assumed that, knowing him, she’d pick something more casual, and perhaps with more room–like a comfortable set of semi-formal robes. 100,000 Galleons

5. “Do we always have to fight first?” Harry asks breathlessly, shoving his hips forward in a quick rhythm. The Things They Never Say

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bartons-never-miss  asked:

Could you write some playful/protective sibling fluff between an older Hawkeye and his little sister, the reader, when he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker please? Thank you so much! ☺

sure! <3

“What did you say?” Your body stiffens and you raise your eyes to your brother, and the way he towers over you makes you feel incredibly small. He pulls on his earlobe slightly as he cocks his head to the left, his eyebrows knitting together. “Did I hear you right? Did I just hear you call him babe?” You take your bottom lip between your teeth and you feel your cheeks heating up, a small squeak even leaves your lips. Peter too is silent and his body is tense and he avoids eye contact with Clint. He begins to move closer to Peter and his eyes move to yours as he silently begs for help. Placing your hand on your brother’s chest, he stops in his place and looks to you. His lips in a tight line and anger written all over his features.

“We’re-” You sharply intake some air as if to prepare yourself for the very moment you have been avoiding. “Kinda dating.”

“Kinda?” He now turns to you with his arms crossed over his chest. “Explain ‘kinda’”. 

“It’s only been two months.” He repeats the last two words under his breath and he nods to himself as he takes in this new information. Cautiously, you get off your stool and near him, with your hands by your side but your palms out, the way one would move closer to a ferocious animal that could attack at any given moment. “And I really like him.” You say this with a lower tone and his eyes move between the two of you. “Like really really.” 

He sighs, rolling his eyes and you grin at this. But he raises his hand to halt your joy. 

“If he hurts you in any way, you do the new trick I taught you last week, you hear me?” His voice lowers and he looks up at you from under his lashes as he slightly bends his knees to reach your height. 

“The one with the knife through the-” 

“Yeah. That one.” He interrupts you and he grins before tapping his finger against your chin and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Attagirl.” He looks up at Peter and a cold smirk takes place on his lips and you turn around to see Peter with slightly widened eyes and you beam at him. You take his hand into yours and his eyes trail after Clint as he leaves the room. 

“What was he talking about, the new trick?” You grin at this and he raises his eyes from your intertwined hands to look up at you. 

“You don’t want to know.” 

anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm not going to lie, I watched we don't have to dance again just now and Andy's voice is actually kinda bomb. Like the first few lines of that song get me all kinds of excited. Mind you looking at a picture of 2010 Andy it's like "Uhuh, no way did that sound come out of his mouth" But yeah. Idk it's got a really alluring feel to it. I'm loving it rn. Defs didn't feel that way when I first heard it.

I do like that song, it’s grown on me

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I’m still upset with the way Journal 3 ended. I understand that Ford threw away his journals because of the bad memories connected to them but even if he doesn’t care anymore about getting recognition for his work, he should still have a sense of responsibility to sharing his findings with the rest of the scientific community. This is really the only moment I see Ford as being selfish. I felt betrayed. It sent me the message that that line of work isn’t something to look up to.

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apparently my obsession to Khun A.A Tower of God had gotten too high to the point where i (frequently) unconsciously draw A.A (him, his genderbend, anything that speaks “omg it’s khun” when u see it). This is like the 73832737th time.

At first i was like :

“Hey how about drawing a girl for a warm up”

“Let’s go with the blue pencil to sketch.”

“Okay let’s give her some nice flat bangs.”

“Hey she needs nice long eyelashes.”

“Let’s make her eyebrows thick.”

“Omg wait they’re too thick.”

“Whatever let’s just line everything with another blue pen.”

“Lol she looks like khun.”

“Wait-”

Summer Sun, Winter Moon

Written for this week’s @synchronisedscreaming flash fic challenge.  

Prompt: Emil/Lalli - summer sunshine and winter moonlight

(Also on AO3)

Emil glows golden no matter the time of year. But in summer, draped languid on the grass with his hair spilling across his discarded shirt, he’s incandescent. Lalli shakes off his own lethargy and rises on an elbow to get a better look. Just a look, nothing more—as much as he wants to trace the lines of Emil’s body with his fingers, or maybe his tongue, he also doesn’t want to wake him. Time enough for that later. It’s June, and the days are long. They won’t have to rush to get back before dark.

Lalli should probably nap too—especially if he intends to keep Emil up late tonight. But instead he watches the breath rise and fall in his lover’s chest, the breeze stirring his hair. He drinks the vision in until Emil’s eyes crack open, two pieces of cloudless sky looking up at him.

“Hey,” Emil says. His voice is thick with sleep, and he licks his lips. “Guess I drifted off for a minute. Sorry.” He starts to sit up, but Lalli stops him with a gentle hand. It’s easy enough to swing a leg over, to brush aside the golden hair and lower his mouth to Emil’s. Everything is easy, on this lazy summer afternoon. Just like Emil makes things easier all the time, with that spark of summer he carries inside him.

Lalli kisses him again, and tastes sunshine.


It’s far too cold to sleep alone, even if they wanted to. Luckily for Emil, Lalli doesn’t want to—they’ve come a long way from the days when he couldn’t sleep unless he was under a bed. It still gives Emil a little thrill though, seeing the moonlight reflecting off Lalli’s skin. He comes to bed after Emil most nights, which means Emil gets a fine view as Lalli peels away his uniform and stacks it neatly on the chair next to his side of the bed. Emil has taken to leaving the curtains open a crack, just so he has better light to see by. If Lalli’s noticed, he hasn’t said anything.

He doesn’t say anything now, either, as he pushes aside the covers and crawls into bed. He does his best to disturb the blankets as little as possible, but a shiver of cold air still worms its way in. That’s fine, though; it makes the next part easier.

“Come here,” Emil whispers. He reaches out, and Lalli eases into his arms. His skin is ice-cold at first—Emil can’t help flinching a little—but soon warms where their bodies meet. Lalli tucks his face against Emil’s neck and sighs.

“Tired?” Emil asks. He’d been about to drift off, but Lalli’s proximity has given him other ideas.

“Mmm.” Lalli leans back so Emil can see his face. His eyes catch the moon, wide and silvered and deep enough to drown in. “Not really.” He tilts his head to the side. “You?”

Emil smiles and tucks Lalli’s hair behind his ear. “Not at all.” It’s late, and he has to be up before the sun. But when Lalli pulls him down for a kiss, it feels like they have all the time in the world.

anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.

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Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”

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“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

Why do film adaptations always add lines and unnecessary details to designs that work perfectly fine? Just because you have the money for elaborate costumes, make up and effects doesn’t mean you have to make everything elaborate.

A few examples

Comic Black Panther: 

Smooth and shiny black outfit, a few lines around his gloves and that’s it, looks like a panther.

Movie Black Panther: 

Lines and divots and unnecessary details all over. While some outlining is required to make the different parts of the costume more discerning in action scenes, they overdid it. It looks more like a robot than a panther.

Cartoon Aang:

A simple arrow tattoo on his forehead.

Movie Aang:

This level of detail in completely unnecessary. It in fact makes the tattoo less clear as an arrow.

TV Zordon:

Disembodied head in a tube. Doesn’t get much simpler.

Movie Zordon:

Why?!

I’m not saying all of these are bad designs or that it’s bad if you like them. But they’re rather unnecessary and I find them distracting and detrimental to expressing anything meaningful about the character to the audience, which is what a design is supposed to do.

It looks more like the production wanted to show off how much money they have than actually put any thought to what the audience is going to see.

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Tell me goodbye

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”
“Exactly.”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings about Bitty before even he does.


Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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“Once, on one of the rare occasions when we did have a sleepover at Harrison’s apartment, Mark and his fairly ubiquitous friend Peter dropped by unannounced. It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, and it might have looked odd that I was there. Clearly I hadn’t just dropped by for brunch, as no scones or eggs were in evidence, and we didn’t appear to be running lines. Harrison, after letting Mark in, returned to the table we’d been sitting at, sat down across from me, took my hand, and pronounced solemnly, “We’re engaged.” It was hiding in plain sight, mocking the suggestion that there was anything going on; therefore, it couldn’t be true—a technique I like to use to this day.” – The Princess Diarist

imagine life in wanna one dorm

- winkdeep rooming together 

- guanlin sneakily switching room keys to be jihoon’s roommate 

- pretends not to understand korean when they tell him he cant just switch roommates just because he wants to room with jihoon

- daehwi wanting to room with baejin but jihoon already claimed

- jihoon leaving out every morning proud of his outfit while the rest look on confused ((guanlin would say woah at everything his hyung does))

- jisung the naggy mom making them pack their mess every morning

- ongniel rooming together and stay up late for heart to heart talk 

- splitting up ongniel just for the banter then them moving back to the same room after laughing haha wdym ongniel not rooming together

- sungwoon constantly mocked for being shorter than the maknae

- woojin hiding his laugher at hyung line’s not so innocent jokes

- hyungs realise woojin isnt as innocent as he seems and teaches him the interesting way of life

- jisung and jaehwan team up to tell ghost stories at night to scare the babies

- ong stays up all night thinking imagining the scenes while kids are sound asleep

- wakes daniel up bcos he doesnt want to be alone but all he gets is a satoori ramble of sleeptalking

- orders delivery and makes jaehwan pay for it since he’s the richest and “doesnt have to split money with an agency”

- jisung setting a bedtime “so the kids will grow” when really he just needs his beauty sleep his 27 year old bones need rest

- maknae line wakes up in the middle of the night because they heard scary noises when its just jaehwans psychotic laughter

- minhyun and sungwoon constantly playing nuest/hotshot’s music 

- jisung refusing to room with daniel again after his teeth grinding and sleeptalking woke him up at night

- jihoon and baejin want to room together but daehwi wants to room with baejin and guanlin wants to room with jihoon

- daehwi feels bad that woojin might be left out and wants woojin to room with him too

- not enough space in the room for so many love lines and woojin actually wanted to room with the hyungs instead of his childish dongsaengs

- daehwi trying to convince the young line that the living room is actually a good place for them sleep permanently bc it’ll be like a big sleepover

- actually just wants everyone to be together all the time

- sungwoon bringing more things into the house than he did to 101 dorm

- stocks up the house with the same amount of food as they did for ioi but is finished before night time

- jisung didnt believe how messy guanlin could be and gets shocked at his luggage  

- minhyun glad that seonho isnt around to bother him 24/7

- secretly orders pizza and chicken to cube in the afternoon and late at night so that seonho can have his 5 meals a day

- guanlin invites forced to bring seonho to the dorm and byeongari chest bumps everyone but by the time he reaches his 10th hyung he realises one is missing

- minhyun is hiding in the room, tired of him after 5 seconds of meeting

- ong and jisung making everyday life a variety show

- jisung and jaehwan forced to un-room after the first night from disturbing the whole house with their mixture of psychopatic laughter and incessant talking

- daniel grinning non stop at how pretty the house is and secretly planning to smuggle his cats over

- daniel and woojin helping each other to make their satoori into a talent for variety shows 

- guanlin having so many things to say but cant express himself in korean

- one day explodes with a monologue in perfect korean and the whole team is sh00k by the maknaes speech

- guanlin is unstoppable after that day and joins savage line

- ong and jihoon pranking every member that enters their room with a new scenario everyday but they fall for it everytime

bonus *if seonho lived with them*

- wonders why he needs to be assigned the room when he’s going to sleep with hyungs anyway

- lies on minhyun’s bed bc his bed is too empty and drives minhyun so crazy he leave the room

-  minhyun returns and realises seonho fell asleep on his bed

- his roommate gets ready to record the moment where minhyun flips seonho off the bed but he just pulls the blanket over seonho and goes to sleeps on the couch

i need to have a serious talk with whoever designed lotor. he’s so bland? there is nothing exciting about him? the way haggar and zarkon were designed was cool. zarkon had those lines on his face and his mouth kinda looked like fangs and he had crazy armour. you could tell he was an important character. haggar had the same lines as zarkon and had the hood over her head, which she never took off, giving her a mysterious vibe which makes you want to know more about who she is and what she’s capable of. but lotor? he’s just purple skin and a weird haircut. there is nothing about him that captures your attention??? he’s a sack of flour.

Ong Seongwoo is smart

He’s just so natural you don’t even realize he’s been playing the fucking system this whole time. I feel like he’s the only one that really knew what he was getting into when he joined the show. He’s the only one that watched season 1 for real. He knows this shit is just a popularity contest and he knows that he can’t just bank off of his good looks and talents (unfortunately) to keep the people interested. After he said he wouldn’t want to meet Hyunbin again for the position evaluations, Ha Sungwoon makes a comment (it goes by almost so quickly, if you blink you’ll probably miss it) saying something along the lines of “Seongwoo knows how to get screen time.” And he’s right. Seongwoo is very attractive but there are boys who are just as good looking as he is and just as talented yet they get little to no screen time. And why is that?? It’s because Seongwoo knows what he’s doing. He’s funny and arrogant to a point where he’s almost teetering on the line of being offensive before pulling it back in and making you smile. That’s how he gets the screen time. He knows the right words to say at the right time and right joke to make when the camera is on him. I’m not trying to say that this is all just some elaborate act. I think for the most part he’s very genuine. Especially in the last episode where he says he like to make people laugh, that’s very much just a part of who he is. I just think mostly everything he does or says is not without thought… Now I could be very very wrong about this. At this point this is just some conspiracy theory I made up but this is just how I think. If I was put on a show like this, having seen the first season and how it worked, I’d behave the same way.

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I love this teasing tone Peggy uses with Angie sometimes (◡‿◡✿)

anonymous asked:

AU where Castiel is that one hot lifeguard at the beach and Dean is the lovable idiot who's constantly swimming out too far in what he claims are attempts to one up Sam (who's just reading on the sand at the moment), but are really just attempts to grab Castiel's attention (Dean doesn't know when he started taking whistles and amused glares as validation, but hey, if it works). Sam, afraid of seeing Dean actually get injured and aware that Castiel actually needs to focus on his job (part 1)

casually walks up to Cas with a determined expression plastered on his face. Dean panics, thinking that Sam is about to reveal his (pretty obvious in retrospect) crush, and sprints out of the water to do damage control. Cue Sam borrowing the spray bottle and walking away, and Cas giving Dean a lecture about dangerous currents. Dean just kind of nods throughout the lecture, focusing very hard on how devastatingly handsome Cas isn’t (he swears) while angry. They end up grabbing ice cream later.(2)

“I’m sorry about my brother.”

Startled, Cas turns to see Devastatingly Handsome Man 2 talking to him. The only reason he hadn’t spoken to Devastatingly Handsome Man 1, currently swimming hell-for-leather toward shore, was his assumption that Devastatingly Handsome Man 1 and DHM 2 were a couple.

“Brother?” Cas echoes, watching DHM 1 face-plant into the waves. Dripping with water, smudged with sand, wearing only soaking swim trunks that cling to his thighs and make a dome of the bulge of his cock. He’s, well, he’s devastatingly handsome. Even if he hadn’t been splashing around like a fool, Cas would have had one eye on him all weekend.

Except that he wasn’t single.

Except that…

“Yeah, yeah, the dumbass running toward us?” DHM 2 shakes his head. “It’s, well, it’s because of you. He thinks you’re hot, and I guess he figured if he made an ass of himself and pretended to be drowning you’d have to, I dunno, give him mouth to mouth or something?”

“Sam, for the love of - stop talking!” shouts DHM 1 breathlessly, trying and failing to find the purchase to run up the sandy shore. He even looks handsome flailing to keep his balance as the ground gave way beneath him at every step.

It isn’t fair.

“He was trying to get my attention?” Cas says flatly. DHM 2 - Sam - nods and rolls his eyes. “Right.” Hopping off the raise lifeguards seat, Cas walks casually, balancing easily on the shifting mounds of sand, meeting DHM 1 half way. “Your brother tells me that you’ve been engaging in dangerous behavior to get my attention.”

“Yes, I–”

“So while I’ve been forced to keep an eye on your-” -devastatingly handsome- “-antics, had their been a real emergency, I would have been distracted, and someone might have actually gotten hurt?”

“I’m sorry, but–”

“Furthermore, he tells me that you decided on this ridiculous plan because you found me attractive, and hoped I’d - what did Sam say - ‘give you mouth to mouth resuscitation?’”

“Sammy, how could y–”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, you should have just asked,” Castiel concludes.

“No, I no, I was totally out of line, but…” DHM 1 trails off. “Wait, what?”

“If you were interested in having me kiss you, you could have asked me to kiss you,” repeats Castiel. Sam smirks. DHM 1′s mouth falls open. “Did that never cross your mind?”

“Oh. Uh.” DHM 1 looks around, looks away, brushes the sand from his legs and smears muddy tan streaks over his swim trunks and lower back. “I guess…uh…no?”

“My name is Cas,” Cas says.

“Dean.”

“I’m on duty right now - no fraternizing allowed - but I finish at 3 PM,” says Cas. “That’s 15 minutes. Don’t be late.”

“Right…right! No, I definitely won’t be.” DHM 1 - Dean, that has a nice ring to it - gives Cas a devastatingly handsome smile and allows his brother to drag him away by the arm.

Climbing back up the lifeguard stand, Cas pulls out his cell phone, scrolls through his contacts, and dials up Gabriel.

“What is it, my man?”

“Hey, so…I need you to come on shift a little early today…”

“Dammit, I had plans, Cas! Not ‘til 5, you said!”

“Sorry, but I’m going to need you here at 3.”

“That’s, like, now!”

“Don’t be late…”

“This is about that guy you’ve been ogling, isn’t it.” Cas can hear Gabe’s eyeroll over the miles separating them. “He’s, like, married to that moose. You’re wasting you’re time.”

“Brothers,” Cas crows triumphantly.

“Brothers?” Gabe echoes, a perfect mirror to Cas’ earlier reaction.

“Brothers,” confirms Cas.

“So the tall one is also single?”

“Don’t know for sure, but I know that he’ll be alone on the beach starting at 3…”

“GABE TO THE RESCUE!”