Jungkook wanted to push Jimin but he failed. Let me explain:

It was Jk’s turn. Jimin choosed V so he wanted to get Taehyung too. Then he remembered he can just pick Jimin. to not make it obvious, he asked “Who didn’t go on?” while looking at Jimin. The members left were Jimin, Jin and RM. Then Taetae proposed rapmon and the members encouraged the pick. Jungkook was suddenly disappointed and perplexed. What a fail Jungkookaaa ~ 

It is the season of the goose.

There is a goose couple that have built a nest on the corner of our building. The mother sits on the eggs all day while the father keeps watch. 

This consists mainly of him catching his reflection in the windows of our building and honking threats at the ‘other goose’ while leaving a line of goose poop on our sidewalk. 

Let me explain something for those of you unfamiliar with geese. 

Geese do not understand fear. 

Walk up to a goose, I fucking dare you. 

You: an animal twice it’s size and easily four times it’s weight on a low-carb day. Walk yourself right up to that honker and see what he does. 

An adult goose will attack your car before he lets you get within four yards of his nest and will go out of his way to attack OTHER GEESE from ACROSS THE PARKING LOT. 

They give you a warning hiss and then they will try their best to kill you. Not a joke. Will try. 

And last year, we had to discourage people from taking selfies with the geese in the parking lot.

Geese are short-tempered battle tanks and humans are hardly even capable of surviving as a domestic species. 

Geese don’t give a fuck. 

Mo Leannan

Chibs x Reader where Chibs stands the reader up on their one year anniversary.

A/N - Mo leannan means my love/my sweetheart in Scottish Gaelic x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You curse under your breath, promising to what ever God is out there, that if the moron outside doesn’t stop pissing you off, you’re not going to be responsible for your actions.

A further two minutes, and the banging continues. Slamming your book shut, you make a loud noise of agitation, stomping your way over to your bedroom window and throwing it open. “Stop throwing rocks at my house, you twat!”

“I will once you let me explain!” Chibs retorts, a small stone being tossed from one hand to the other. His ass is plonked comfortably on his Harley, his sunglasses over his eyes as he looks up at you, a slight smirk on his lips at your rage.

“Come back when Hell freezes over!” you shout, slamming your window shut forcefully, the vibration rumbling through your house. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you try to calm yourself, your body shaking with anger.

“Fucking Scottish prick.” you mumble, another small boulder bouncing on the brickwork of your place. You knew he wouldn’t give up, that you’d eventually have to go down and talk to him before he started howling Gaelic love songs, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t leave him stewing for as long as you could manage.

You see, last night was yours and Chibs’ one year anniversary of being together. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal, knowing that things with the club were hectic. However, your idiotic yet totally romantic boyfriend had told you he was taking you to your favourite restaurant in town, so who were you to deny him?

Wanting to look and feel your absolute best, you’d spent most of the day yesterday prepping and getting ready. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup as flawless as could be, the red lace dress you’d brought especially for the occasion adorning your figure. If only it hadn’t gone to waste.

You’d sat in your house, waiting ever so patiently, from seven pm to eleven pm, just waiting. Nothing. No phone call, no text. Nada.

By the time you’d took all your makeup off - well, mainly cried it off - it was around one in the morning, your phone bleeping loudly just as you’d curled up into your sheets.

Only, it wasn’t your apologetic boyfriend on the phone. No, no, no. It was your highly intoxicated boyfriend, who’d rang you to tell you he was going to stop at the clubhouse, the celebrations from locking down a difficult deal interfering with his inability to drive.

After you cussed him out and told him what a complete asshole he was, you’d ended the call and somehow fell asleep, waking up this morning to thirty seven missed calls, twenty eight messages and a heavy banging on your front door.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you decide to try and distract yourself, grabbing the basket of dirty clothes from your room and trudging down the stairs.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chibs leaning up against your washing machine. “How many times have I told you to lock the back door, love? You never know who might get in.”

“Thanks for the lecture. Now if you don’t mind, piss off.” You move around the kitchen, completely ignoring his presence, which is easier said than done when you can feel his eyes watching your every move.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Chibs says softly, like he knows how easily you break when he sounds so down. “I’m an idiot, I know I am-”

“You can cut the whole ‘feeling sorry for yourself’ thing, because it’s not gonna work.” He sighs deeply from behind you as you aggressively scrub your cutlery clean, your eyes threatening to cloud over out of anger and frustration.

You throw the scrubbing brush into the bowl of soapy water, turning to face the man you wish you could dislike, your fingers gripping the wooden edge of the counter. “I sat here for hours, Filip. I was so excited to spend some proper time with you, and I just waited and waited-”

You place your head in your hands as your eyelashes dampen with tears, heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you try to control your emotions. A shuffle of feet sounds in the room before you feel calloused hands on your elbows, gripping gently, attempting to move your hands away from your face.

“M'so sorry, mo leannan.“ he whispers, his expression full of guilt as you let him pull your arms down, silent teardrops slipping down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully, his hands cradling your face. “I fucked up, but I promise I’ll spend eternity making it up to you.“

You sniffle, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet his eyes. “It feels like I never see you anymore. I don’t want to lose you.”

He shushes you quietly, as his arms wrap around you and pull you into his warmth, you letting him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna lose me, lass, I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to snuggle in further to his chest as he rocks you slightly, eventually calming you down. “How about you go run a bath? I’ll be up with a cuppa in a few.”

“Get me something stronger, please.” you ask, pulling back and resting your hands on your boyfriends chest. You smile shyly, placing a soft kiss upon Chibs’ lips. “You gonna join me? The bath is big enough for two.”

“Aye, princess. Bit of wine and a cuddle sounds perfect to me.”

A/N - Hey guys! Hope you liked this, I wrote about half of it a while back and finished it a day or so ago :) not sure whether I’m going to post a dean winchester imagine or a happy lowman one next, I’ll see how it goes :) thanks for your support!!! Xxx

ML AU: Like Father Like Son part 1

Adrien finds out that his father is hawkmoth.

Adrien is in utter shock. His dad was his Arch Nemesis, not exactly what he was expecting.

Gabriel sighs dejectedly, he hoped his son wouldn’t see him like this, see him as a villain.

“Adrien, I can understand that this is a little bit of a shock.”

“A little? You are a super villain who has been terrorizing paris! I would say that a little is pretty weak in this situation!” Adrien chewed out his father, something he had never done before, but he was furious.

“Your response is understandable, but will you let me explain myself?” He asked, his words sounding more like an order then a request.

Of course he would want to know how this happened. But he was so angry that being calm and rational was not in his mental settings.

“What could possibly justify you turning Paris into a war zone on multiple occasion for some jewelry!?”

“Because it is the only way to get her back Adrien!” Gabriel shouted passionately, his voice ringing with the hurt he had been experiencing.

Adrien’s rage vanished instantly, he knew who his father was referring to. What did his father mean by that.

“It is the only way…” Gabriel repeated tears now dropping from the man’s eyes.

Adrien watched as his father fell to his knees and hung his head, something he had only seen once in his entire life. The day Adrien’s mother had vanished.

“Father… Please tell me. How would this get mother back?”

Gabriel looked up to see his son standing before him, his son’s green eyes filled with tears, the man knew it was time to tell him the truth.

“Adrien… your mother isn’t gone, I know where she is.” The blond designer admitted.

Adrien felt a pang in his heart, his father knew? Where was she? He needed to find her.

“Where is she? Why is she not here? What happened with my mother?” Adrien shot question after question in rapid succession.

“She is in Tibet, in a secret location with the best medical care money can buy.”

“Medical care?”

“She is very sick Adrien. She has been sick for some time. The doctors in Paris had no idea what was causing this bizarre sickness. So I sent her to Tibet, in hopes that their medical treatment would help her heal, but it has only slowed down its progress. There is no cure Adrien, she is running on borrowed time.” Gabriel confessed. “We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to worry. It was a terrible thing to do, but we needed you to be unaware, in case a cure was found. So that we could go back to being a family.”

Adrien was a mix of emotions, hurt and angry were the most prevalent.

“But that doesn’t explain the big question. Why are you a super villain!!”

Gabriel recoiled a bit from the loud shout. The designer quickly recovered, his eyes now steady on his son.

“Because I had found a way to save her. I had been doing research on all sorts of ways to cure her, when I stubbled across an old book that had belonged to my wife. A book that had described mystical artifacts that could grant the users abilities that rivaled gods. Along with it was a note with an address in it.”

Adrien listened as the story his father revealed to him started to make sense.

“Whether it was desperation or simply being out of options, I decided to go to the address on the book. It lead me to an old man, an old man by the name of Fu. I asked the man if he knew about the Miraculous, but he simply dismissed it as a Chinese myth. Dejected I was ready to leave, but something caught my eye, a mysterious black octagonal box. I went to open it and the old man snapped at me to not touch it, fear prevalent in his eyes. I don’t know what possessed me to grab it. But I did, the old man attacked me and there was a struggle. During the struggle the box opened and a bunch of jewelry popped out. I snagged the one closest to me and ran before the old man could realize what happened.”

“You stole it!?”

“I wasn’t thinking straight Adrien! I was desperate, I was frustrated. After I returned home I looked at the brooch, I realized my transgression and planned to return it, until I saw something pop out of it.”

Adrien felt his face turn pale, he knew that his father had found a Kwami.

“It was a purple creature with Butterfly like wings. It was a Kwami, a creature that I read about in the book, it referred to itself as Nooroo. Nooroo explained everything to me about the Miraculous, including how two specific ones could be used in ways no one on earth can dream of.”

“The Cat and Ladybug Miraculous…” Adrien muttered unintentionally.

“Exactly, those two are the yin and Yang of the miraculouses. Together, they are invincible, who ever wields them both will attain god like powers! Able to create and destroy anything. Which means I can obtain it and use it to destroy your mother’s illness, or create something to cure the disease! Adrien, this is the only way I know of that can save her!”

Adrien processed everything his father told him, as crazy as it all sounded, it made sense. If anyone could understand his father, it was him.

Gabriel stood up and placed his hands on his son’s shoulders.

“Adrien, please understand, that everything I have done was to bring this family back to the way it was before. I never wanted to hurt you or anyone, but I need to get those miraculouses. It is the only way to save her Adrien.” The blond designer pleaded with his son. His eyes showing warmth that had long since vanished with his mother’s disappearance. Adrien’s world was spinning trying to come to grips with everything.

He stepped back from his father’s grasp.

“I need to think about this.” Adrien said barely audible, he quickly hurried to his room and locked the door, his father not chasing after him, knowing the boy would need time to process everything.

his head felt heavy, his body now feeling heavier then ever, as if he had ran 100 miles straight. He collapsed on his bed, his mind rushing.

“What am I gonna do?


Okay so

let me explain the earlier post now that I’ve calmed.

I have to take P.E. with the Freshmen and a few people in my class (because I never took it and need the credit to graduate).
Well, I had asked the teacher and was given permission to draw.
I sat in the bleachers, somewhere that’s the farthest away from people that I could have been.
But there’s this kid in the senior class that just… picks on people because he can. He’s popular and pretty much gets away with everything.
My friends and I were sitting in the bleachers, and the kid kept kicking a dodgeball. The thing is, it was pretty close to where we were sitting. 
We didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go (the stage and weight room were closed off and we weren’t allowed to leave the gym), so we told him to stop.
When he didn’t we told the teacher, and the teacher kinda shrugged it off. “Eh, just… stop it, k?”
We had about five minutes left in class…
he kicked the ball
And it smacked right into my laptop.
It made my laptop practically fly off the table and it bent the cord for my tablet.
Like… the part that plugs into the tablet quite literally snapped.

It’s not that it’s broken that caused me to lash out, it’s the fact that  was the one who got punished and not him.
I’ll admit, I didn’t HAVE to have my laptop and tablet out, but I had permission and was somewhere that really shouldn’t have been aimed at.
It clearly wasn’t an accident, because he almost hit the table we sat at multiple times before. 

But I got mad and yelled and swore at him, and I was given detention, which I have to serve tomorrow. 
He literally aimed and kicked the ball at my friends and I, hit my school laptop, broke my tablet, and all he did was be told: “just… don’t let it happen again, k?”

I’ve talked to the I.T. guy, and he says he’s going to take the tablet and try to find a way to fix the problem. I hope he does.

developingdev  asked:

Hey, Noah. Just another Canadian trans guy here. I have a question that could be taken the wrong way, so I'm going to do my best to avoid that. In regards to the anon you made mention of fetishing, may I ask why it came across as fetishing to you? For myself, I worried about not being accepted and loved as I'm trans, so when people say they love and accept trans guys I'm quick to see it as a positive thing. Kind of like acceptance, you know? I'm just wondering how our opinions different. Thanks!

Hey, i totally see what you mean. Let me explain: 

So in regards to trans fetishization, theres a lot of stigma around trans men especially. People see a lot of us as cute little things. They think we’re“better than cis guys” because according to some of them, we were “girls” once and therefore now supply fetishizers with a “best of both worlds” scenario, now that we have come out as male. This is all very similar to the “i want a gay best friend” cliche. Fetishizing becomes offensive because to me, it turns my life and the life of other trans individuals into a show for cis people. It also separates us a lot from the actual male identity. So despite the fact that I’m a guy just like anyone else, I’m forced into this entirely different section of gender because people see transgender as this identity to stereotype and take advantage of, instead of just the adjective it is. 

When people say “trans guys are so much more attractive/the most attractive” it appears fetishizing/transphobic even because it’s encouraging the act of separation from the rest of the male population. It also raises the question of why? Why are trans guys more attractive? Because we look feminine? because we look more androgynous? because its “the best of both worlds” so to speak? Trans guys are not better than cis guys for their trans identities, in looks or otherwise, and vice versa. 

I’m proud of my identity, and i appreciate the acceptance, but the whole point of transitioning for me is so that people can’t tell I’m trans. I don’t want to be called cute because i still look fem. I don’t want to be told “I’m so much better” than cis guys. I don’t want to be separated or seen different than my cis male friends, because I really am not that different at all.  

I hope this made some sense, this is just how i feel about comments like that. I def get that it was meant with kind intentions, and i appreciate it. 

anonymous asked:

Omg how did you cut your bangs like that??? They look so cute ;w;

ASnksdna okay so let me explain with stock photos bc thats who i am !!

So first of all u need to part ur hair perfectly and then measure 4 cm into your hair thats where theyre gonna start. Then u make a triangle down to ur eyebrow arch, ur gonna spread ur bangs later anyways, so yea, as theyre see through bangs make sure you dont have that much hair parted so if the eyebrow arch math thingy doesnt fit for u because u have large eyebrows or something try making it even less but the idea is like this: 

when i did it and then spread it out it looked like this (also cilp ur other hair back!!):

so thats how its supposed to look !!!!

then u take two strands out on both sides:

theyre gonna be a longer than the normal bangs so clip them aside too !!

Then u just start cutting ur hair !!! shndkajsnd just hold ur scissors horizontal until ur around that length:

then start cutting it vertically !!!!!! thats important !!!!! until its arounf that length:

Then u take the two strands out and cut them a little like this if u understand ndhakjsda:

and then u need to wet them put them into a curler !!!!! That’ll bring them up and make them pretty and yea ,, yhsdnkas like this:

then they should look like this :

uR ALMOST DONE now u just need to spread them out and they should somewhat like mine:

have fun 


new video |  a full explanation of anything and everything that is my new book 💌🙇🏼💌

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this

About Omegaverse


·Alphas are the dominant or “masculine” ones in omegaverse

·They are generally large and at least slightly intimidating in appearance

·They possess what is commonly referred to as an “Alpha Voice” which is basically a very commanding tone that Omegas, and sometimes Betas, feel compelled to obey

·Alphas also have a “Croon” which is like a deep rumbling sound (basically a purr) that helps to calm or comfort their Omega or their pups

·"Ruts" are a biological thing that Alphas go through and during a rut they will be easily agitated and extremely horny because their body wants them to knot and breed

·A “Knot” is kind of like a bulb type thing in an Alpha’s penis that swells when they are aroused and keeps them locked inside their Omega during sex to increase chances of getting the Omega pregnant, this is called “Knotting”

·All Alphas are able to impregnate people, but only a female Alpha can get pregnant because male Alphas don’t have a womb

·Female Alphas are often described as having both a penis and a vagina or having a clitoris that extends into one when they are aroused so they can impregnate people


·Omegas are the submissive or “feminine” ones of the dynamics

·They are generally small, maybe delicate, and feminine in appearance

·Omegas can use their pheromones to effect others, whether it be by calming their child or arousing their Alpha

·"Heats" are a biological thing that Omegas go through and during a heat an Omega will self lubricate (usually referred to as “Slick”) in order to prepare to take an Alphas knot

·Omegas are most fertile during heats and they crave an Alpha’s knot because their body is demanding for them to breed

·When an Omega is in heat is usually the best time for an Alpha to “Bond” with them

·"Bonding" is achieved by biting into a scent gland hard enough to draw blood and eventually scar, it ties two people together mentally, physically, and emotionally. Like, a really extreme marriage

·During heats, pregnancies or any other stressful times, an Omega will “Nest”

·"Nesting" is a process in which an Omega craves warmth and comfort so they will choose a small space, like a closet, and gather blankets, pillows, clothing, anything soft really and especially anything with their Alpha’s scent on it and build a nest to cuddle up in

·"Scenting" is the process of someone spreading their own unique scent onto things or people in an act of comfort or possession

·People in omegaverse usually have four “Scent Glands” two on the neck and one on each wrist. When the glands are stimulated their scent becomes more potent and sticks to whatever or whoever is closest

·Both male and female Omegas can get pregnant and while it is possible for a male Omega to get a female Omega pregnant, a female Omega can’t impregnate anyone

·"Mpreg" male pregnancy, the only males that can pregnant in omegaverse though are Omegas


·Betas are basically like normal humans, in omegaverse they are below Alphas but still above Omegas

·Betas can have any kind of appearance, there isn’t really a set expectation for them

·They don’t go through ruts or heats but they can still bond

·They tend to mate with other Betas

·Betas usually have a better sense of smell than the other dynamics

·Like normal humans, male Betas cannot get pregnant and female Betas cannot impregnate anyone

The Fan’s Guide to the Altean Language

Because fanfiction

Probably not complete, but enough to get started. If something is wrong or needs more explaining, let me know. Potential spoilers if you haven’t watch both seasons.

Units of time (presumably not equal to earth time)

  • Quintent = 1 day
  • Decathebe = decade
  • Dobash = minute
  • Varga = hour
  • Tick = second
  • Spicolian movement = week
  • @saiikavon has pointed out that in S2E8, the Blades of Marmora base would be closed for 2 quintents. When they mention that 10 Vargas have passed, Lance correctly estimates another 30 Vargas until the base is open again. From this it can be assumed that 2 Quintents = 40 Vargas or 1 Quintent = 20 Vargas.  


  • Stick out like a shoferiaks nose
  • blown straight to Wazblay
  • faster than an angry clanmurel 
  • Jump like a spritely clovenheifer
  • mad as a wet chuuper
  • linked at the ears like a pack of yellmore
  • kragasquizzle on the balmera


  • Nunvil - a purple beverage that purportedly tastes like hotdog water and feet. Other commentary includes “the nectar of the gods”, “makes a wonderful hair tonic”, and “settles the stomach and brightens your smile”
  • Quiznack - a swear word, similar in use to Fuck, crap, or hell (ie: “Oh quiznack” or “What the quiznack”)
  • Quintessence - a type of energy. Context from the world indicates that it is likely some form of Life/spirit energy [EDIT] It’s a real word! According to dictionary.com : noun1.the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.2.the most perfect embodiment of something.3.(in ancient and medieval philosophy) the fifth essence or element,ether, supposed to be the constituent matter of the heavenly bodies,the others being air, fire, earth, and water. Thanks @nickelpenn for the info!
  • Weblem - a giant space worm that eats dead planets, repurposing the material into “the building blocks of new solar systems”. They produce the scultrite mineral, used for Altean teledove lenses.
  • Slavendehoe - literally the altean word for “gone”
  • Duflax - an altean creature with a beak and webbed feet.

Other useful info

  • The paladins left earth on a monday (S1E2)
  • Cryopod, cryo replenishers, and sleep pods have all been used to describe the same unit
  • The black lion is largest, the yellow/blue lions next largest, and the red/green ones the smallest. So Lance and Hunks lions would be described as about the same size
  • The swords the blades of Mamora use are made of Luxite, which is rare
  • Coran accompanied his Grandfather while the castle of lions was being built, potentially putting his age in the 600s (not counting the 10k year cryo-sleep)
  • In S2E5, Coran refers to Pidge as “gentlelady”, meaning the usage of she/her pronouns by fans is canonically correct 

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.