Why do i feel like Jungkook has a thing with Hoseoks ears?????? There are photo of him going to licks it, there this on fanmeeting he bothers Hoseoks ears, he blows to it too?? N he picking his ears. Like boii.,, whats wrong?? Im sorry for the english.
My guy my dude that speaks exceptional english
you are on the right track and i AM SO GLAD you’ve noticed THE TREND to touch hoseoks ears. And it’s not only jungkook? I’ve seen all three maknaes do it
you won’t believe it, but i actually had a folder on my laptop already
your ask was really, really up my alley, thank you very much
let us start with visual evidence i’ve collected (which is like 5 gifs, 1 picture and one video and i literally own none of those)
if you have more than these - you are more than welcome to add them to this post in a reblog
They call him the Guess Monster. With his flawless aim and terrifying ability to read and predict his targets, he was a born assassin. Other than that, not much else is known about him. To hire this mysterious man is tricky, somehow he always knows who needs him and who he needs to kill. It goes with the alias most people conclude. He is an enigma wrapped in a mystery and sealed in a conspiracy. Not much is known about him although rumour on the streets says that he’s part of the notorious assassins organisation; ‘Shiratorizawa’. To attempt to dig any deeper is a fools quest - those who have tried to unravel the mystery have simply ceased to be…
I told myself not to but after reading @gue55-monster‘s headcanon submissions, this one in particular stuck out to me and I couldn’t help myself. I have so much other stuff to do which is why this is a massive scribble but I can never resist an opportunity to draw my son being a murderer.
AND just on the off chance there ends up being a Shiratorizawa Assassins!AU, I would be totally on board with that. *hint hint*
You obviously don't care about Alec at all and that's okay, we can all have our favorites and not give fucks about other characters but try not to just reduce him to his race because he means a lot to a lot of fans in this fandom, even POC and whites. Contrary to what you think Alec has positively impacted lives of queer poc as well and it is disturbing to see you treat him like he's just another good fr nothing white boy when he unlike other yts actually has helped a many in real life.
Firstly, many thanks to everyone who’s been reading and enjoying these translated transcripts. Chapter 5 in particular has so many noteworthy moments that I want to get them all done before I jump into Chapter 6.
For the better part of the 5th class trial, Saihara and the others are convinced that Momota is dead and Ouma is the killer. As the discussion progresses, however, they begin to realise that maybe Ouma isn’t the ringleader after all, and that all their initial assumptions about this case were wrong. The conclusion is absolutely devastating, for the characters and the player. Everyone is literally speechless as the culprit climbs out of the Exisal at the end, finally revealing his identity and putting an end to the discussion.
So that we don’t get lost in this back-and-forth: bold on the names means present time and italics means flashback. Please enjoy!
Okay, so first off, I want to note that this is actually more like a submission from two people, rather than one. First off, @ne0dym has provided me with a wonderful partial transcript as always! For anyone looking for a full, uninterrupted explanation of Momota and Ouma’s collaboration in Chapter 5, please read this.
However, I also received a Google doc with a transcription of the full scene from @shinjiroaragaki! The scene is very, very long, but it’s incredibly important, and full of details about Momota’s illness, the killing game show, the ringleader’s identity, and of course, Ouma’s true mindset. I can’t include the full transcript here because it’d get way too long, but I don’t want all their hard work to go to waste.
I translated the whole Google doc from start to finish, although I’ve removed the Japanese text from there for the sake of length. Here, the Japanese text is left in like always for the partial transcript, just so people can compare my translation to the original text if they’d like. Of course, I’ll also include some meta of my own at the end like always.
I know the scene is long, but please give it a read if you have a chance. It’s very, very interesting, and anyone curious about clearing up fake spoilers and rumors should check it out, because I’ve made it as accurate of a translation as possible and included all the facts.
We’ve all worked very hard to bring you this, so I’d really appreciate it if this post could get reblogged and spread around! If this is well-received, we’re planning on translating even more scenes in full like this. So please spread this around, and enjoy!
au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.
Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.
Dean Winchester is not one of these.
Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and
And he never, ever gets caught.
Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.
He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.
“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.
“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.
“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.
This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.
And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.
After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.
He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.
He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.
Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.
Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.
Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.
Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.
He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.
Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.
Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”
Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”
“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“
"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”
Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.
“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”
Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”
“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”
They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.
Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.
"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.
Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”
And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.
“ Oh, a hunter…newly joined have we? They’ll take just about anyone these days won’t they? *he chuckles dryly* You may call me Cecil, I too am a hunter of beasts– and a proud member of the League. If you’re going through Hemwick, I advise you to be cautious. There’s a maddened hunter in there with a belly full of worms. Whether you listen now, is up to you. Though I would not mourn should you perish even after such a generous warning. So do what you will… ”
( he’ll join a few moments after starting the fight. )
For league members( must have the rune equipped ):
“ Ah. A welcomed sight! Tell me, have you been to Hemwick? I seek prey there, and they’ve done well to elude me for some time. You wouldn’t be against aiding a fellow confederate would you? If you find him, call for my aid…I will not be far… ”
I’m still trying to figure out what the next chapter of the road trip is missing, but every time I stare at it I get more frustrated. I have no idea where it came from, and I have no idea where it went. But, the idea came to me, and I couldn’t shake it, so I wrote it. I hope you enjoy.
word count: 4,985 Summary: Lucas moves to New York for his final year of high school, and he meets a certain brunette who woes him by being herself, then with a song.
Lucas has made it through his first week at his new high
school in a new city. He still didn’t understand why his parents refused to let
him stay in Texas with Pappy Joe to finish his last year of high school. Lucas
was doing well in Texas. He was managing a GPA of a 3.3, he was looking to be
team captain of his school baseball team for the second year, he’s life was
great—that was until his parents told him about his father’s job transfer that
sent them all the way to the Big Apple.
It wasn’t so bad though he had made a few new friends.
omg it seems like you were right? he actually went to the bahamas? i know you wrote a big post about why you thought that but i honestly was still very on board with the restaurant at universal giving fake tickets thing. why do you think he went?!
mmm ya i thought it was pretty damn near a certainty he actually went for a few hours. i originally thought it could be for work things–a project of some sort. but that seems less likely if he’s going to explain it in a video? another pretty popular theory has been that the visa under which he originally entered for playlist only allowed him to stay till may 10 (according to the passport stamp that is visible in the photo he tweeted). if he decided last minute to stay in florida longer for tourist reasons (to join the lester family vacay), people have suggested that the fastest way to adjust visa status to a tourist visa would be to leave the country and re-enter. while i’m not familiar with all the ins and outs of US immigration law, on face value this theory seemed like a stretch to me due to the uk’s status in the US’s visa waiver program and the ease with which p-1b visas (the type given to entertainers for work purposes) can be extended. but some people have actually said that from their own experience, leaving the country was the fastest way for them to stay on in the US after their original work visas expired bc of the long processing times required for visa extension. i honestly haven’t spared the matter much thought recently though so i don’t have many other theories or ideas of why he went–i’d rather just like,, wait to hear it from him and not play into his dumb game of suspense smh
I’m LATE! And I missed last week. Man, being home for the holidays does not make for a productive mouse. I mostly sit on the couch rereading favourite books and looking pathetically at whoever is currently in the kitchen until they take pity on me and make tea.
Sakura has a newly five year old sitting her in living room attempting to glare at her while simultaneously doing his best to not to drown in Naruto’s clothes. This can mean only one thing: shopping.
Sakura narrows her eyes.
Kakashi glares back.
This stare-off they’ve got going on is approaching absurd lengths, but Sakura refuses to break. She is not losing to a five year old. Especially not a five year old swathed in a much too large jounin shirt and a pair of frog boxers.
I don’t need to be taken on ridiculous, expensive dates
Or to be showered with gifts at every opportunity
I don’t need you to be by my side every second
Or to show the entire world just how much you love me
I would be content to spend even just five minutes next to you
Smiling and laughing and forgetting that the rest of the world exists at all
I look forward to even the most mundane little moments that I get to see you
Because even just the smile you give me in the hall makes my heart race
So no, I don’t need anything extravagant or artsy
Not when I all I want is you