just take everything off

Athi Lavellan

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope.

                                            - Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

I had the immense pleasure of commissioning @merwild to draw my hot mess of an Inquisitor, and am so, so pleased with the result. I mean look at this beautiful thing here! If you ever get the chance, I highly recommend you take it; Coco is professional, super skilled (clearly), and fast.

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

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Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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Here’s a totally unnecessary hc that i’d like to share with you:

Contrary to all beliefs, Sasuke is the one who’s always warm and Naruto is the one who’s always freezing, and i’ve got these reasons to believe this:
•compare their outfits along the whole series, you’ll notice how Naruto’s are always two layered (a t-shirt and a jacket), long sleeved, and mostly with big, snuggly collars, meanwhile sasuke’s are mostly one layered tops, short/no sleeved, open in the front, or just plainly shirtless. Also his shoes tend to be more ventilated too.
•sasuke’s nature are fire and ray, naruto’s is wind
•what could be better for a cold person than a warm bowl of ramen????
•sasuke sitting in the rain being emo and not giving a shit about it

So consider this:
• Naruto using it as an excuse to keep his hands under sasuke’s shirt
•naruto hugging (wrapping his limbs shamelessly) around Sasuke at nights, and Sasuke instead of pushing him away -because holy shit he swears he’s going to melt in there-, he just pushes off the covers on his side
•everything Sasuke takes off Naruto puts it on (think of all the possibilities)
•when no one is watching Sasuke holds naruto’s hands between his and blows warm air on them
•Naruto overdressing their children for school

Im just saying

Guys help I’m emotional

So I wrote a thing- Its a Langst thing.

It isnt finished and its just in the ‘summarize’ stage but… I dont know if I should expand on it?

Read it under the cut if you wantttt

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“Hopefully, no one will notice” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Summary : the story of how Bruce and his wife ended up with so many…marks on their bodies (stories this is referencing “She should cut her nails” and “Bruce…sucks”).

Hope you’ll like it, it’s kinda long sorry about that, I felt inspired ahem, especially you @harlequin-swan and blahblahblah : 

WARNING : If you are uncomfortable with smut, NSFW things, please, DO NOT read that fic. It is one of those that I have absolutely no shame writing. But I understand that not everyone like it. You can go check my not NSFW work though, I have way more of those :-). Anyway. Boom 2. :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It started rather innocently, as it often does, with Bruce saying that you had the house for yourself. 

The kids were out with Alfred for the ENTIRE day, because it was grandmother’s day and…Well, they considered your lovely and sassy butler their grandfather, and thought it was unfair that there wasn’t a “grandfather’s day”, so decided that grandmother’s day was also for grandfathers and…Yeah, basically, they weren’t there. 

He wasn’t even implying anything. Just saying that you could relax together, without any of your kids coming to bother you. How great was that ? 

Usually, no matter what, if you’d just settle down to watch TV, or do anything really, if one of your children was in the area, you could be sure they’d come ask you for something, or just stay with you. You didn’t mind of course, but sometimes, you had to admit that being just with your Bruce was nice. 

Your initial plan was to watch a few movies, and rest, because the week you just had had been hectic, and you were both exhausted…Really, it was all about enjoying each other’s presence more than anything else. 

Laying on the couch, watching a stupid rom-coms (but if you and Bruce were honest, you both loved stupid rom-coms), you were just so damn comfortable.

He was laying across the couch, with you on top of him, a blanket thrown over you two, so warm, so relaxing, so comfortable.  

Yes. It started out so innocently. 

You went through two movies (which was a record by the way) before your fingers started to slowly go up his shirt, and his hands were sneakily moving down your pants. 

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Banna Appreciation Week 2017

“Thank God.”

“Yes, thank God. And you.”

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The Power of Confession - Part One (teaser)

Pairings: AU!Priest!Sam x Reader

Summary: After years away the church your mother coerces you into taking her seat on the fundraising committee at Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception, where Sam is a Priest. 

Words: 1100+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: talk of sex, language, smut in second part. 


The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception rises above you in all its gothic revival glory. You jog up the front steps, checking the watch at your wrist and scurrying after you mother.

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I think what I love most about Laurent and Damen together is that they don’t lose themselves, they become more like themselves instead. They become more like the people they were supposed to be. just because they’ve finally found the person who loves and accepts and sees them for exactly who they are. 

Before the Sun Is In the Sky - Lin Manuel Miranda X Reader

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: You’re a sleep deprived third-year resident at the hospital and you’ve been assigned to the ER where a disheveled Lin comes in after a kitchen mishap.

Warnings: Blood, needles, cursing. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3,132 (Yiiiikes.)

A/N: So I haven’t written in a long while, so it’s hella rusty and I’m sorry for this trash. This is my first fic in a long ass time. It was initially gonna be a one shot, but then I started rambling and well, it’s dumb. ANYWAY. Have fun with this garbage. Let me know what y'all think and maybe I’ll write more. Who knows.

SIDE NOTE: Thanks to @ourforgottenboleros for editing and being the sweetest pal ever. GO READ HER STUFF ‘CAUSE BECCA INSPIRED ME TO WRITE AGAIN AND HONESTLY I’M FLUSTERED BC OF HER WORK, SO YEAH.

You were four hours past the end of your shift at Columbia University Hospital and you’d been sleep deprived for a little over two days. It wasn’t like you had a right to kick yourself in the ass for being so exhausted because you intentionally signed up for this. Four years at Tufts, another four at Cornell, you weren’t about to throw it all away just because you were tired. It was part of the job. As a third-year resident, you should be used to it by now – and sure, you were, but you were human and sleep was still precious.

It was almost 4 in the morning and you were making your last round in the pit before calling it a night. The ER was oddly silent in a city that never sleeps, but still, you were beyond grateful for the silent reprieve, no matter how momentary.

“Doctor Y/N, there’s a minor laceration that just got assigned to Room 17,” a nurse called out from behind the station. “He was the last patient out there.”

You groaned to yourself, almost wanting to admit defeat. You didn’t want to go check up on someone that was most likely inebriated to the point where impulse and clumsiness overpowered all logic and balance. The guy probably had some superficial injury that could be patched up with some antibacterial cream and a Spider-Man band aid.

“Thanks, Erica,” you replied as you stifled a yawn that’s been trying to escape for the past six hours. “Stats and everything uploaded to the database?”

Erica nodded and smiled at you sympathetically, knowing full well how much you just wanted to go home, take off everything, and climb into bed for just five hours before it was time to start again.

Room 17, you thought to yourself as your feet subconsciously brought you to the back hallway of the emergency room, tablet in tow. After a brief overview of his stats, medical history, and a description of the wound, you quickly gave the door two knocks before entering the room. Pulling back the privacy curtain, you looked up from your tablet and smiled at a disheveled man with his hand wrapped in a bloody hand towel.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, Mister… Lin-Manuel.” You smiled as you set down the tablet and approached him.

“You can just call me Lin,” he replied as he tried to wave at you with his cut hand, pain suddenly reminding him of his early morning mistake. “Oh duh, so stupid.”

You bit your cheek to keep the snicker that was quickly rising up and grabbed a pair of latex gloves and put them on.

“Alright, so what happened?” Reaching out for his hand, you gingerly hold it and remove the towel, exposing a three inch long slice on his left hand, starting from a centimeter above the base of his middle finger ending down by the outside curve of his palm. “Ahh, there it is.”

“Apple,” he started. “I was slicing an apple because eating it whole is just weird and it’s so much easier to eat it in slices, so that way I have free range with my hands to–”

You stopped him. “So you were slicing an apple on a cutting board and then this happened… to the inside of your palm?” That made no sense. If anything, he would’ve cut a finger or even the outside of his hand.

Shuffling over to the cabinet on the wall adjacent to the bed, you opened it up and grabbed gauze pads and saline solution.

“No, I was holding it. In my hand.” Lin looked you in the eye and then suddenly couldn’t make eye contact. There was a moment of hesitation and he brought his focus to the pulse oximeter still attached to his index finger. “Stupid, I know, but I wasn’t thinking. I had other things going on in my head and I got hungry, so I figured I’d cut up an apple and get back to writing.”

You made your way back over to him.

“I think a lesson was learned today,” you retorted with a smirk on your face as you began to clean the cut.

He winced and jerked his hand away just a bit. “Yeah, but it’s a setback now.”

You tried to clean the cut, but every time you put an ounce of pressure to the area, he seemed more and more uncomfortable. “Okay, I’m gonna numb this.”

“With a topical cream?” He asked with a raised brow, concern growing on his face.

“I could use a topical anesthetic, but when I stitch this up, you’ll probably feel a little more of the sutures than you’d like…”

You felt bad for him, you really did. His apparent uneasiness with needles on top of very obvious sleep deprivation (his eye bags looked worse than yours, dear Lord) made his big brown eyes grow wider and suddenly, they looked, for lack of a better term, helpless. That split second of fear and anxiety staring right back at you in the form of a puppy dog in a human’s body just sent your heart plummeting.

“Look, it’ll be quick. If anything, it’s a quick pinch here,” you pointed to the base of his finger, then the middle of his palm, and the edge of his hand. “There, and… right there. By the time it’s over, you’ll just feel pressure on it and it’s all done.” You flashed him a reassuring smile and shot him a look of ‘okay, let’s do it?’.

Lin audibly swallowed and nodded shaking. “I just… needles. Not too great with them.”

You headed towards the door and shot him yet another sympathetic grin. “I know, but it’ll help, I promise. I’ll be right back with what I need and we’ll get you stitched up and out of here, okay?”

“Sure, take your time, Doc.” He ran his free hand through his hair and let out a deep breath. “Please. Take your time. I need to mentally prepare for… this.” He gestured around the room and looked up at the ceiling.

You chuckled and shook your head. “You’ll be just fine.”

This was an everyday occurrence. Patients came in and out of the hospital, especially the pit where they were never anticipating to be. Patience and understanding were two traits that were necessary on the road to success as a doctor, so when it came to cases like this, the standard protocol was already second nature to you.

Once you had the required items, you took your tray and brought it back to his room. “Hey there, all set?”

A shaky breath escaped Lin’s lips and he shook his head again, clearly trying his hardest to smile. “Uh, no, but it needs to happen. I just… the blood, the stitches, my hand…”

“I’ll distract you,” you offered as you grabbed the stool and took a seat next to the bed. “Okay, put your hand up here and tell me about what you were working on.” Fingers in place in the new pair of gloves, you took the syringe and popped off the top before beginning to administer the anesthesia.

He gasped audibly, prompting you to stop to give him a few more moments of preparation. “Shit, that’s a big needle.” His eyes widened at the sight of the bevel that was a hairline away from his gaping wound.

It was a short gauge, a whopping 26 millimeters from the tip to the hub, barely a millimeter longer than a typical 25-gauge butterfly. A baby’s pinky finger was longer.

“Shh, shh, don’t look,” you told him calmly in an attempt to reassure him. “Close your eyes, Lin. It’s okay. Breathe in, breathe out.” A comforting smile grew across your face as you coaxed him to relax. “So tell me, what’s that thing you were working on?”

“A musical.” He exhaled a shaky breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, his free hand visibly trembling as he brought it up to further cover his face, as if shielding himself from the entire ordeal would make it all go away. You started to administer the anesthesia one more time, working as lightly as you possibly could. “It’s a fuzzy idea I had one day and it just sort of – ow! Sorry, I – ah! Fuck! Damn it! I’m gonna – oh God, I’m gonna puke…”

“It’s over, it’s over, no more pain.” You gazed into his eyes as a smile tugged on the corners of your lips. “Also, no more sensation because you’ll be numb for a few hours.”

He cautiously opened his eyes and looked back at you, chest rising and falling as if he’d sprinted up six flights of stairs, a slight grin of relief reciprocating your own. “God, that was horrible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little. There was something entrancing about his personality, and honestly, him being your (hopefully) last patient almost made it worthwhile.

“You’re fine. I’ll get it all stitched and you can go back home to work on that musical, alright? Tell me all about it.” Suture in hand, you began to close up his wound, stealing glimpses of him every now and then to ensure he was comfortable.

“You know the dude on the ten-dollar bill? Well, he’s got a wild story from start to finish.”

“Alexander Hamilton? That guy?”

He opened up his eyes and looked at you as you met his gaze with a quizzical look. With pursed lips, he nodded as if to say, ‘Yeahhhh, crazy.’

A musical. About some old man on the ten spot. Who in the world would do such a thing? Of course, you weren’t about to burst his bubble, especially since he was slowly but surely calming down. And plus, it was mesmerizing just listening to him ramble on.

You were about a third of the way through and despite your desperation for rest (and a bagel – dear God, you were starving), conversing with this sleep deprived, clumsy playwright-slash-musician somehow made tonight much more entertaining – which was odd because your definition of ‘entertaining’ was scrubbing in on a coronary artery bypass graft. But regardless, something about this man made you want to slow down and take your time instead of rushing him out the door.

“So what’s so special about Mr. Ten Dollar bill?” You pulled the suture through and tied a knot, moving languidly to prolong the moment.

“Everything,” he answered, accidentally moving his wounded hand to further emphasize his reply.

You instinctively grabbed him by the wrist to steady his hand.

“Yikes! Sorry, sorry, I forgot…”

With a laugh, you breathed a sigh of relief, worried some freak accident would’ve occurred had you not been quick on your feet – well, hands. “No no, it’s all good. Keep going.”

“Uh, where was I– Right, so he was just some washed up orphan, tough life, big dreams, some victories, huge mistake…”

Stitch upon stitch, you listened intently, finding yourself upstaging Mona Lisa’s smirk with your own because no matter how monotonous this procedure was, you were actually really into it. The conversation, that was, and you just kind of, sort of, maybe, perhaps didn’t want it to end.

Eventually, he wasn’t as nervous as he was when he first arrived and the conversation went from distraction to legitimate socialization.

Suddenly, his voice trailed off.

“This is probably boring to you. You don’t wanna hear about this. You probably have people talking your ear off every day. I’m sorry.” Lin gave you an apologetic smile. “You must be tired of me already.”

You look up at him and shrug, the faintest smile gracing your face. “I mean, it sounded ridiculous at first, but the more you talked about it, the more I wanted to know.”

“Don’t patronize me, it’s okay.” A grin tugged at his lips. “I’m sure you wanted silence.”

Honestly, he was partially right. You wanted nothing more than to drown out the melodies of the hustling, bustling city you called home. There was not a more arousing thought than silence. (That was sad. You were turned on by silence.)

But that was before this patient swept you up in the excitement of the story of Mr. Ten Bucks. And suddenly, you were okay with hearing him drone on and on.

With a shake of your head, you smiled up at him. “I was actually enjoying the conversation.”

“Well anyway, that’s the gist of it. I’ll spare you of the rest of my commentary.” He shot you a sheepish smile and laughed under his breath. “Weird concept, huh?”

“I dig it!” you replied with an enthusiastic nod. Sure, it sounded absurd, but the way he described it to you made it seem like brilliance was brewing. “I want tickets to the show when it’s done. Front and center. I’m gonna be like, ‘Yeah, I fixed up his hand!’

A laugh fell from his lips and he met your eyes. “You’re cute, Doc.”

Oh, there you went with the blushing. You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks and you broke away from his gaze, fearing your quickly reddening face would be noticed. Eyes focused on the task still at hand, you continued to close up the wound.

“I lucked out here in the ER.”

You could practically feel his eyes still on you, and the silly grin on his face made your cheeks flame up even more.

“Look!” You gesticulated a mock presentation of his newly stitched up hand and flashed him your pearly whites, trying to change the subject. “Not bad at all, right?”

He brought his hand up closer to his face and examined it with fascination mixed with a twinge of disgust. “How Frankenstein’s monster-esque.”

You reached out for his hand after giving him a few moments to gawk at it and started to wrap it up with the roll of gauze, finishing it up with a knot. Cleaning up your station, you watched Lin’s reaction and couldn’t help but laugh a little. What a relief, you were finally done.

“It’s shouldn’t scar though, so if you were worried about having aesthetically pleasing hands, those stitches won’t hinder you from pursuing a hand modeling career.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sincere smile. “This was a surprisingly positive experience for me.”

“Well, it was my pleasure. And thank you for educating me on America’s history.”

“It was my pleasure educating a beautiful doctor who won’t, in any way, shape, or form, have any use of her new knowledge of America’s boastful founding father.”

Damn him, he was too charming. Those mesmerizing eyes, tousled dark locks, it almost seemed like he was flirting – No, stop it. You’re exhausted. That’s all it was. Exhaustion. Delusion.

A yawn was making its way out of your mouth and you couldn’t help but let it out and stretch along with it.

“Early shift, huh?” He asked, the grin on his face unwavering. “I get that.”

“Actually, I’m on my way out.”

Saying those words lifted the weight off your shoulders, the contours of your body already feeling the warmth of your bed, your head already sensing the softness of your pillow, your mind already imagining the sensation of rest.

His face fell and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “Oh God, and here I was, talking your ear off for about an hour and–”

“Don’t even worry about it!” You waved him off and shook your head fervently. “It’s my job. I chose this life. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I would’ve just kept my mouth shut had I known.”

“Please don’t feel bad, I’m totally fine. It’s okay, I promise!” You pulled the gloves off your hand and threw them away before putting a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to assuage his worries. “Let me just slide out of here to write you a prescription and you can go home, okay?”

He nodded wordlessly and watched you walk out of the room.

A quick note on the pad and a grab of a handful of gauze and antibacterial cream later, you made your way back into Room 17.

“I’m ba-ack.” You sang as you swung open the door. “Okay, this is for 800 milligram Ibuprofen for pain if need be, and here are some supplies to keep that cut clean and covered, okay?”

There was a brief moment of quiet between the two of you.

He broke the silence.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No,” you shrugged. “I was gonna tackle that issue after work.”

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked without missing a beat, cocking his head slightly to the side, eagerly anticipating your response.

What. That was not something you could do. Doctors were not to affiliate themselves with patients they’re currently treating outside of medical reasons.

Wait a damn minute. He was flirting. And you, stupid you, chalked it all up to merely hallucinating because you were so sleep deprived but –

“Sure,” you replied with a quick nod and a bashful smile plastered on your face, your mind not even comprehending that your mouth decided it was best to jump the gun. “I’d like that.”

And plus, technically, you weren’t even treating him anymore. Your job was done. You patched him up, told him how to care for it, and sent him on his way. His primary care physician was in charge of the follow-up. You were in the clear.

“I’m glad,” he stood up from the bed and grabbed the supplies you gave him and stuffed them in his front pocket. “Should I just… wait in the lobby then?”

“Um, well, the nurse will come in with your discharge papers and he’ll go over what the next few weeks are gonna be like. The game plan for your hand and what not. That should give me enough time to head downstairs to change really quickly and I’ll meet you back up here. Is that okay?”

Lin grinned at you. “Absolutely. I can’t wait.”

And with that, you hurriedly walked towards the elevators and rushed to down to the resident lockers. You frantically stripped yourself of forty-one hours’ worth of stress, sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids and changed into comfy leggings, a black tank top, and a flannel to tie it all together. Messenger bag slung over your shoulder and across your body, you approached the mirror hung behind the door, examining your hair, ensuring you were, at the very least, presentable at this point.

Well, you thought to yourself. This’ll have to do.

You met back up with Lin in Room 17, peeking your head through the door with a faint smile. “Hey, all done?”

“All done,” he replied with a nod. “Ready?”

As I’ll ever be, you thought. “Ready.”

Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor - Part 2

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 4,724

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anonymous asked:

i feel like junkrat is protective by nature with just about everything, especially his s/o. what sould happen if he felt threatened that someone would try to steal them away from him?

“I’ll get us another drink”, you hummed happily, grinning as you pushed yourself away from the table.

“Alright darl”, Junkrat practically sung, leaning over and pressing a hard kiss to the side of your head. You giggled, wiggling as he began to litter softer, smaller kisses to your cheek before you stood up, his hand rubbing your back lightly. “Get anythin’ ya want sweets! Everythings going on Hog’s tab!”

Your brow shot up curiously, looking to the large bodyguard, receiving a slight shrug and a snorted grunt. That was as much confirmation as you were probably going to get, eyes lighting up giddily. Junkrat tittered maniacally, your own giggle twinkling as you skipped away from the men to get a refill on all of your drinks. The watering hole you had stopped in rested close enough to ‘civilized’ society that you didn’t have to worry about all the liquor being irradiated, and  the establishment was surprisingly clean, not new or shiny but comfortable. It was still packed full of the same types of people you’d expect in the middle of the Outback, but even then you didn’t expect things to go too awry . You knew how to handle yourself fairly well, plus you had come in flanked by the infamous Enforcer and his infamous demolitionist employer. That should afford you protection enough.

Sauntering up to the counter, you bounced on the balls of your feet while you waited for the barkeep to notice you. When you did, you quickly placed an order for the same three drinks you had gotten before; a dark stout in a ridiculously large mug for Mako, a strong hard cider for Junkrat and a bubbly lemonade-vodka blend for you. You continued bouncing as you waited for the old man behind the bar, leaning your elbows into the bar and humming a nondescript tune under your breath, not noticing the two other Junkers that stumbled up behind you.

“Wouldya look at the ass on that one. Real nice, ain’t it mate?”

“Fuck yeah, nice ‘n tight, yeah?”

A shiver rolled down your spine, their voices close and purposefully loud and thrown in your direction. You glanced to the side, revulsion making your stomach flip as the one nearest to you caught your eye and winked. Your nose wrinkled, head turning to the side as you exaggerated your movement to show your lack of interest. Your amused bouncing had stopped, arms crossing over your chest, tapping your foot slightly. The bar tender’s back was to you as he worked through your order, Hog’s and Jamie’s drinks already on a small tray, yours being shaken in some kind of silver tin.

“Ohhh lookit, she’s a fuckin’ prude.”

“Little bitch just needs some right dick and I’m sure she’s be purring nice and sweet for us.”

You resisted the urge to shout the vitriolic statements that rolled on the back of your tongue, not wanting to start a bar fight, just wanting to get your drinks and spend time with your boyfriend and his best friend. But that didn’t mean you had to just stand there and take everything.

“Fuck off”, you huffed out, eyes lighting up as the bartender set your drink on the tray and turned with it, lightly placing it in front of you. Finally you could get out of here. Grabbing the edges of the platter, you smiled appreciatively at the bartender. “Thanks!”

Turning with the drinks you almost stumbled backwards, careful not to spill the beverages you held in front of you. The two taller, drunk men stood mere inches from you, blocking off your path back to the table. You tried to peek around them but they shifted, dipping their faces closer to yours and pushing you a step back.

“Eyy missy, you ignorin’ us?”

“Yes I have to get back to my boyfriend”, you huffed out, fixing them with an irritated glare. “Now move. Please.”

The ‘please’ was to appeal to some kind of decency the two men had but it only earned you a sneer. The greasier of the pair leaned even closer towards you, his hand lifting to grab at your face, your eyes going round as you were unable to move.

“Now c’mon y–oy!”

“The lady said hands off.”

The man leaning towards you was suddenly thrown back, landing hard on his ass, Jamison standing over him. There was venom in his bright orange-yellow eyes, your Junker growling menacingly as he stepped over the felled man and put himself between the harassers and you. His hand stroked at your face briefly, the deadly serious anger in his face flickering to worry as he looked you up and down. A silent question of if you were okay was met with a half nod of the head, a relieved smile settling onto your lips.

“Hey! Fuck off cunt!”

You watched the look of absolute malice slip back onto Junkrat’s face, his metal hand lightly stroking your cheek before he turned back around. He rolled his shoulders, standing to his full height, fists clenched at his side. Gone was the nervous, bouncing energy Junkrat normally embodied had taken a backseat to the fiercely protective, possessive nature the man had. What was Junkrat’s was Junkrat’s, he didn’t like sharing and he didn’t like people that threatened what was his. He was used to having so little so when he got his hands on something that he wanted, truly wanted, he was not going to let it go for any amount of money in the world. It made you feel safe, irreplaceable, chasing away any doubt that he truly wanted and loved you. You were his greatest ‘treasure’ and he wouldn’t let some garbage make you feel unsafe.

“Now you whackers, you either fuck right off or I’ll shove one of me bombs up yer ass and we’ll see how much ya fucking talk when yer entrails are painting the walls.”

L’Officiel Hommes April 2017; Chanyeol’s interview (Part 1)

L’Officiel Hommes: EXO has since outgrown their previously cute and naive personas, to adopt the current “High Profile” celebrity status that we know of today. What are your personal sentiments about holding such a title?
Chanyeol: I believe everyone has had that particular dream about being able to stand proudly above all the legacies that they have built for themselves. However, personally i feel that albeit having yet acquire that level of prestige as a group, i’m able to find solace and confidence beneath our ability to put up an impressive stage performance that everyone will enjoy. Having said so, there’s also an underlying sense of unease along with it as well. Hence in order to prolong and maintain our current statuses, no actually, a better way to put this would be to call this the driving force towards our desire to constantly show you the improved and better sides of us, which explains the need for us to find ways of improving and developing ourselves. Another way to go about it would also be to spend whatever personal free time I have fruitfully, by engaging in activities that would not only be solely for the sake of enjoyment, but also be able to aid the process of further developing myself as a person.
L’Officiel Hommes: What type of role do you think you play in EXO? Aside from the usual roles that you associate yourself with during your introductions, or the Chanyeol that the fans identify with. Instead, talk about what you personally think your role is inside of EXO.
Chanyeol: An interesting person. To put it nicely, i’m the mood maker/ happy pill of the group; acting as my fellow members’ source of energy. Because i want the members to thoroughly enjoy the times we share together. Moreover, we all started off aspiring for the same goals and dreams, even going as far as being fated to be debuting in the same group is something i really feel should be deeply cherished. Which is why i’m constantly cracking jokes with my members, as this is also one of the ways i feel i’m secretly able help the leader manage the group better behind the scenes. An advantage i have would be both my age and training period, as i’m mainly in the middle when it comes to these aspects, hence it makes the task of getting along with my fellow members a lot easier.
L’Officiel Hommes: You’ve recently displayed your television personality to us. How has the overall experience with regards to acting been for you so far?
Chanyeol: Prior to embarking on the television series “Missing Nine”, i have had previous exposure, having previously given the opportunity to star in various online drama series and even a Chinese movie production. Having said that, i still received the support from my fellow casts members. I felt really comfortable with the role assigned to me, hence i was hoping for a positive reaction (from the viewers). To conclude it simply, i find acting very interesting. Coming from a background where when it came to the aspect of acting, i didn’t have exceptional skills per say, neither had i previously undergo any vigorous trainings for acting, i made sure to always clarify my doubts with the director whenever possible, even going down to the nitty gritty details of my fellow senior’s expressions and the way they orchestrated their dialogues. I’m gradually realizing the charms of the acting industry as i’m exploring it.
L’Officiel Hommes: Who is your favorite actor then? Also, what would be your “Life” movie?
Chanyeol: My favorite actor would have to be Jack Nicholson. I’ve pretty much watched almost every single one of his movies. In the movie “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest” where he portrayed the character Randle Patrick McMurphy, Melvin Udall in “As Good As It Gets”, Warren R. Schmidt in the movie “About Schmidt”. He has greatly displayed his outstanding ability to portray each and every single one of his roles distinctively. Although my favorite actor is the former, my favorite movie is one that he unfortunately did not star in, it’s “School Of Rock”. I would go as far to say that this movie bears a great influence my decision towards my current life path. I started learning more about music back in my high school days, but back then, it was purely out of interest. But during my 6th year, i watched the aforementioned movie, which became the decisive factor towards my choice in pursuing music as a career. The movie’s main protagonist, Jack Black, is seen having the time of his life whilst balancing his career as both a musician and actor. Upon watching this movie during my younger days, it fostered the dream of my desire to become a singer in the future.
L’Officiel Hommes: Amidst starring in movies, participating in variety shows, being a singer, composer and performer on stage, what sort of activities do you often engage in during your period of short breaks in between? Do you continue participating in activities or do you just completely lay off everything temporarily to take a good rest?
Chanyeol: To me, composing serves as both a form of entertainment as well as relaxation. I would describe it as my ideal form of healing time. I particularly enjoy composing in hotels when i’m overseas. When i have some extra time off in the dorms, i’d usually spend them by playing computer games with Baekhyun. I would always have a particular activity that i’ll be engaged in at any given span of time. By that i mean that i would devote my time and effort to being able to really grasp, hold and master the task at hand or until i reach the standard of my personal expectations. Recently, snowboarding has become one of my favorite forms of past time. I remember being exposed to snowboarding back when i was a toddler, but i was never truly able to experience snowboarding during the winter back then. I’ve even been on a midnight snowboarding escapade before. In fact, this past February, i was at one of Hokkaido’s skiing resorts (Kiroro). Not long ago i had the same passion for both pool and bowling.
L’Officiel Hommes: Well then, amongst all of them (his hobbies), which one still holds a special place in your heart?
Chanyeol: I’d still have to give this to composing. I’ve always harbored a strong, underlying passion for lyrical composition. I’m constantly engaged in a cycle of experimenting with various forms of music, through the process of success and failures. Through this repetitive process, i think i’ve developed and found my own personal style of music. Although i’m always striving to compose something great, as of now, even if it falls short of that, i’m cool with it. I enjoy the process of learning and exploring whilst i’m self-composing. I find the process of venturing into various genres of music that i’m previously not familiar with, thoroughly refreshing. I find the conversations i have with the new people i meet extremely precious. Hence, i’m always carrying a small notebook (laptop) around, so that i’m able to jot down any inspirations that i may have along the day, which explains why it’s always an essential item i always carry in my backpack. Even with a short period of 10-20 minutes of spare time, i’m always looking to brainstorm about new lyrics.
L’Officiel Hommes: Amongst all of EXO activities, which, in your opinion, left the deepest impression on you?
Chanyeol: I still vividly remember our very first debut showcase back in 2012. That was my first time experiencing the true feeling of nervousness. History was our very first song, and i remember we had our backs facing the stage in preparation, as we heard the loud screams of many. The loud screams coming from a group of 3000 people, really overwhelmed me with the feeling of nervousness from head to toe. After the performance, i asked the members about how they felt and they all felt the same. That experience was truly memorable, and has since been engraved in my memory.

Translation by Soojung @ fyeah-chanyeol
(Please take out with full credits)

Bound to Happen (Part 2), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,078

Author’s Note: I wrote this at 2 AM with the West Wing playing on a loop in the distance. I hope you’re enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! This moment came from S2, E7 ‘The Portland Trip’. I’m bouncing around the timeline to make it fit, but it’s making sense in my head. I’m thinking about cross-posting this on AO3?

Warnings: Burn so slow you could smoke ribs with it.

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Your heels clicked rapidly against the concrete sidewalk as you weaved past bodies in your way. Your head stayed down to not call attention to yourself, as if your wine colored dress in the middle of the day wasn’t enough of an attention grabber.

Finally, you were met with the door of the Richard Rogers Theater, quickly ducking in just before you would have to pass a large group of men. You shed your overcoat - it was way too warm today to be wearing it out, but you enjoyed the coverage it gave you.

Making your way backstage, you brushed off compliments of anyone who you happened to pass, eyes set on one dressing room in particular.

I’m coming in, don’t be naked.” You called through the door, barely giving Lin time before you swung it open.

He was perched on his couch with his Play Station controller in his hand, eyes unmoving from Grand Theft Auto.

“Not naked.” He murmured, “Unfortunately.” He added with a smirk, pausing the game to give you attention. He shifted in his seat and you noticed that he was already in costume for the television appearance.

“I can only give you twenty minutes.” You reminded him, cracking open your purse to retrieve your memo pad.

“Well, I’d normally prefer more time for foreplay, but I’m sure we can make due with twenty minutes.” His smirk disappeared with your heated glare, “What I meant to say is that you look very beautiful in that dress you stole.”

“I didn’t steal it, I’m borrowing it.” Your arm moved to the back of the dress, ensuring the label was tucked away.

“You bought the dress with the intention of wearing it for one night and returning it the next. That’s stealing.” He informed you.

You huffed at his attitude today. While you were normally ready to go up to bat against his witty banter, you really wanted to save all of your energy for your date.

“I haven’t read the dictionary recently-”

Do people sit down and read the dictionary?

But-” You punctuated your interruption with a light punch to his arm, “That is not the definition of stealing.” You kick off your shoes to relieve your feet of the grip your unused heels had on them, “And if this date goes as planned, I won’t be wearing this dress all night.”

He groaned at the information as everyone was called onto the stage for their ‘pregame pep talk’. This mostly consisted of a choked up cast member rambling on about how far they’ve come and where they still have left to go.

You checked your watch and tip-toed towards the door, eyes meeting Lin’s for a second to ask ‘Can I go?’.

‘Get out of here,’ he mouthed, shooting you a thumbs up for luck. You really hoped you didn’t need it.

Your date lasted precisely forty minutes, and there was exactly zero movements to shed your expensive dress. You bolted so quickly with such a half-assed excuse that you were still able to catch the tail end of their performance outside a Radio Shack window display.

There was no volume, but you stood in awe of the performance as people brushed past you with no care as to what you were watching. You could hear Lin’s voice in your head, playing along as you deciphered the lyrics by reading his lips.

Without thinking, you mapped the course back to the Richard Rogers in your head, rushing up and over and few blocks to return to the theater.

They hadn’t arrived at the theater yet, but the doorman was nice enough to let you in after hours. How he was able to recognize you despite the extra layers of makeup and general aura of disappointment was beyond you. 

You sat onstage with your purse and coat perched next to you, twiddling your thumbs until the chaos that was the cast and crew of In the Heights clamored through the door.

They greeted you in kind, the post performance excitement still bubbling from each of them as they passed you to change out of costume. Lin was the last one through the door, the lightest of smiles gracing his lips.

Hey.” You called out, catching his attention away from Alex, who was quickly spitting out notes to an exhausted Lin who wouldn’t be able to retain any of it. Alex excused himself, much to the relief of Lin - they could go over that tomorrow when Lin had a fresh mind and a few hours of sleep under his belt.

“What time is it? You only left like an hour ago.” He stepped toward you as you stood from Abuela Claudia’s stoop, just outside his false bodega entrance.

“He sucked.” You admitted, “He was boring and rude and he sucked.

“I’m sorry.” He smiled, and you knew he wasn’t. “You deserve a good night out.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, glancing around the stage. For someone who spent nearly every waking moment at the theater, you hardly got to admire it from center stage. The dim lights were warm against your exposed skin, and the yellow tones of the stores made your heart swell. “Wasn’t meant to be.” You shrugged.

“I’m gonna-” He nodded to where the rest of the cast had disappeared as he gestured to his outfit, “Costume department will kill me if I forget to take this off.”

“Right. I just wanted to make sure everything went alright without me there.” He tilted his head and cringed a bit, as if to say ‘How did we survive?’. “I’ll call you in the morning for your lunch order.”

He watched you collect your bag and coat from the stoop, heels echoing through the empty theater as you crossed the stage towards the exit.

“Y/N.” You turned back just in time to see something unidentifiable flash across Lin’s face. It was gone before you could investigate further. “You look amazing in that dress.”

You thought so too this morning - now you couldn’t wait to toss it back on the rack at the nearest Macy’s.

“You should buy it for yourself.” He nodded once before turning on his heel, disappearing backstage without another word or a proper goodbye.

You stood for a moment, glancing at where he stood. With a sigh, you turned and exited the theater for the second time that day, your mind shifting around funds so you could keep the dress in your collection.

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Fairy Tail Chapter 528 Review

So if people have been keeping up I’ve been spoiling this chapter today and boy was I not happy because this chapter my god.

I really like this cover image. I love the new art style of Erza’s first ever armor and I like the touch that Gray and Erza are front and center because in volume 3 it’s the same thing with them on the cover.

So we open on Acnologia stepping on Irene’s corpse which is still kinda amusing because yeah that Irene stuff still is a pain in the ass.

I guess Wendy would know it’s Acnologia because smell more than power but hey this is leading to the where the shit hits the fan.

Yup Jellal is back. Look a lot of people were happy to see hi back but here’s the problem I have. How? No seriously this will be a running theme about bad moments in this chapter and it’s how? We don’t know how Jellal got here, now people will say that scene against august where he said he’d protect Erza but there’s not a scene of him getting up or anything like that it’s just lazy. He comes out of nowhere without any foreshadowing.

So that was my frustration, how are you here? August left you in a ditch. we never saw you get up or anything like that. You just thought of Erza and that was it. But here’s the thing I’ve always said is Jellal’s greatest problem, he is always forced into an arc haphazardly but this arc lacks that because it’s war, it affects everyone. Also, it’s war against Zeref the character you wanted to fight since the timeskip. Also here’s my biggest problem, where are the oracion Seis? Because it seems you left them behind, that is very wrong, you are basically the guild master crime sorciere but you abadoned your guild to save Erza, which I understand is the wwoman you love but shouldn’t your priorities be focused on your team. Or hell just bring them along, it actually would help make sense because Cobra could hear where erza is.

anyway back to the story…

So Jellal attacks for several pages and…

Acnologia shows why you don’t fuck with Acologia. But again just wait it gets better…

Oh no. Yup people Acnologia eats all magic.Which is kinda cool until we’ve seen this all ready. Irene with Deus Zero and August with his negation, all these final bosses have something to do with “your magic is ineffective against me” it just seems lazy.

And best scene of the chapter. No I’m serious. Wendy is deciding that she is the one who must fight Acnologia because it’s her job as a Dragon Slayer. This is amazing to see that little girl who hid from fighting is now facing the big bad herself. This is what a final arc is, the joy of watching that development come through.

Little problem I have is Erza is concerned but Jellal is and why does Jellal care about Wendy? That was Mystogan who cared. I know Wendy brought him back but they’ve barely established a connection and yet there are times he’s worried about her which makes no sense giving they haven’t made a reason for it other than “you revived me”. I guess he’s concerned in a base sense but still, it feel like it comes from nowhere.

Oh god. This was a moment where I was like “THAT SO COOL” but then I remember it was shot down by Wahl Icht, how it it back, how is Ichiya there? I guess universe one moved him but did he fix this ship? It just doesn’t make sense. Where did it come from.

Okay first off I wasn’t mad that Christina could hold off Acnologia, we saw Makarov in Titan form tank it but why Isn’t shooting it? Why? Even if it’s a fast ship, it’s big, Acnologia could shoot it down.

Second, we need to “lead it to a certain place” we can beat Acnologia. Well, now you are straight up ripping off Rave Master because to defeat Endless he had to be lured into star memory. Also this place where Acnologia may be defeated, never brought up before.

And finally this new character appears, Oh boy with the text putting emphesis on “KEY” you know it’s a celestial wizard and one that could know about Acnologia, it might be Anna Heartfilia. OH WHAT BULLSHIT IF THAT IS TRUE! We don’t know anything about Anna, who is she, no actual alluding to the possibility she came to the future. Did she cross the eclipse gate? That is again bullshit if true. This means nothing, you just pulled this out of your ass. Yes we’ve talked about Anna and what she did but again WHO IS SHE?

But some people have pointed out that because of the hairy and how Anna didn’t have bangs that framed her face it could be Layla… WHAT THE FUCK, THEN? If there one character who had been established to be dead this whole series just to come back as a deus ex machina, what a load of crap. Plus with the next chapter called teacher and we know Layla had students, it could be her. And like Anna, no build up prior.

But hey maybe it’s a brand new character. WOW MASHIMA DID YOU FORGET HOW MANY OTHER CHARACTER‘S WHO YOU’VE INTRODUCED ALREADY AND NOT WORK WITH THEM!? NO LETS ADD THIS NEVER BUILT UP CHARACTER! GOD DAMNIT

Post Chapter Follow up: Ugh this chapter was not good. I know a lot of people thought I’d hate this chapter because Jellal showed up but that wasn’t my problem. My problem with all of those scenes I bitched about had no foreshadowing, at all. Jellal maybe thinking about Erza but even then, not enough at all. The Christina is back, HOW? New character that may be Layla or Anna, HOW? There’s a place where Acnologia can be defeated, HOW? None was built up, scenes like these lose weight because they weren’t built uo, they rely on the amount of shock value and rise it gets out of you. For this chapter to be liked, you have to be sitting there and just keep saying “FINE” FINE” “FINE” to everything thrown at you and that’s not good story telling.

Okay so Acnologia is this all slayer which again builds up there’s no way to beat him other than dragon slayers. But, you add in this place we’ve never been introduced or alluded to. 5 dragon slayer that can beat Acnologia that was the plan you had to mess with it didn’t you hiro?

Also, I know a lot were happy to see Jellal but her’s my question, why is he fighting Acnologia? It’s been built sense the timeskip he’d fight Zeref but this wasn’t built up at all, other than Erza was there.

So any positives? Well… Yes. Wendy’s moment is amazing, she has come far. It’s always good to see development acknowledged. She’s probably the most developed character in this chapter.

Also Acnologia is still on point. He’s taking everything Jellal has and just laughing it off. It’s nice to see him not treated as less. Also I was Glad to see Erza not do something. She shouldn’t be able to given her condition fro just recovering.

Ugh this is the part where I pass final verdict but before I do, I want to say we don’t have much time left for FT. I think we may have only 15-20 chapters left maybe less. And I want all of them to be great but no more like these, Hiro, please this is what you leave people with, it’s time to buckle down and really try. Because this climax could be awful if you stay the course.

Final Verdict: 3/10

  • Foreshadowing “what’s that”
  • Below average pacing
  • Just all around not fulfilling

I don’t actually post much about myself, but I guess this is my blog. Panic attacks are scary. You’re just laying there trying to fall asleep and then you’re suddenly it feels like your chest is about to catch on fire. Mine are primarily physical symptoms that tend to very closely mimic those of a heart attack. Which I’m not having, but in the moment you’re not thinking right and you have to convince yourself that you’re not actually dying. It’s a chore. I’ve gotten so that I can recognize when it’s starting and with deep breathing pretty much keep it from getting worse, but the feeling kind of lingers for awhile, lurking and just waiting for you to stop concentrating on breathing.

I don’t know what I’m worrying about right now. Usually it’s my health. I have an irrational fear that when I get sick I’m going to be really sick, when in fact I’m in quite good health and in the care of some very skilled health care professionals. My asthma flared up a bit in the past few days, but that’s controllable. Am I worrying about school? I don’t know. There is some uncertainty about what I’ll be doing for the summer session, but I should be happy because I ended the 2nd semester with 4 As. Really that’s something I should be proud of. Getting straight As in grad school is nothing to scoff at. Maybe I’m worried about working after I finish school. I definitely am nervous about getting a job and then being on my own more or less, but that’s still a ways off. Maybe I’m worrying about being alone and not feeling wanted. I never dated anyone seriously in university and I feel like I really messed up there and don’t really know what to do now. I’m shy in person and make friends very slowly. Online I’m outgoing and strike up conversations with people all the time, but in person I don’t know what to do. I’m scared I’ll be alone and not wanted. I know this is irrational because it’s not true, but I worry about it.

I guess by writing this all down it helps me figure out what I’m panicking about. Maybe this helps someone else too.