liquid marbles

5:01- jhk(m)

Originally posted by pjkook

the only thing thicker than water is blood.

(m)-mature / 4.1k words / vampire!hoseok / enjoy ! 

req; vampire hobi. that’s all I’d like to request you can do whatever kind of drabble or fic you please, but I need some vampire hobi 

*before you read please know there is death involved in the fic, so stop or be cautious before proceeding on if that is triggering for you, thank you


Current Time: 03:48 pm

You remove your sunglasses once you’re on his porch, adjusting the top of your bathing suit beneath your long shirt before knocking on his front door. Hoseok has lived here alone for barely a month now, and after being friends with him for so long, you find it odd that one day he just decided to leave his childhood home, abandon his family, and somehow get rich enough to buy this mansion along the beach that the two of you had met staring at from the outside.

But every time you went to ask him about it, something stopped you, or every time you thought you’d asked the last time you spoke to him, the answer seemed to have been completely forgotten in some unreachable corner of your brain. And in a peculiar twist of fate, the more you wanted to ask, the less you had answers to, and though you have been dying to see him, you only just now felt compelled to accept his invitation to come over for a swim.

He answers the door in nothing but swimming shorts, the deep lines and muscle along his chest marking him as different from the boy you remembered as well, letting him pull you in for a warm hug, nose nuzzling into your neck affectionately before letting you go.

“Finally!” He gives you a big smile, leading you from the entryway into the huge living room, “you accepted my invitation to come swim.”

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Newt Scamander x reader-Sips of Jealousy

Newt Scamander x reader-Sips of Jealousy


Request: Could u write a fic were the reader get jealous of Tina and newt finds her later crying and drunk?


A/N: I enjoyed writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it (I have nothing against Tina btw, she is a lovely character)
Warnings- Drunkness/alcohol, emotions EVERYWHERE

Originally posted by ultrailoveharrystylesblog

Rain crashed against the surface of the city as you remained seated at the old bar, choking down another round of alcohol. You had lost track of what and how much had entered your body past your lips, for you had only desired to wash away the heartbreaking memories prior to your entrance. All you wished for was to rid yourself of the memories you held of him. Your drunken state had increased with every new drink, each making your mind slip farther and farther away from the past.


You and Newt had been partners ever since you were recruited by the ministry to assist him in his travels. Your talent and skills in healing would prove extremely beneficial, plus it didn’t hurt that you were reading up on a few of these beasts as well. The two of you had been on your way to New York once more to pay the Goldsteins and Jacob a visit, and Newt wanted to personally give them copies of his newly published book. After all those hours of writing, studying, revising, and editing, the completed work was no longer a manuscript, but a well-bound book inviting others to understand the beasts in a new light.
Once you had arrived at the Goldsteins’ residence, you knocked on the door to be met with Queenie, who ecstatically invited the two of you to stay for dinner. You couldn’t say no to that, not only because she was one of your closest friends and her food was delicious, but also because she had already began to drag you towards the table where Jacob was.


After dinner was prepared and cleaned up, everyone went into the main room and talked about their lives and how everything was going. Jacob’s new bakery was in full swing and raking in more business every day and Tina had acquired her job as an auror once again. You sipped your tea silently, listening to how Jacob had begun to use Newt’s creatures as inspiration for his treats, and then you looked up. Newt and Tina were sitting quite close to one another as they conversed about MACUSA and its recent events. Newt’s smile was wide and his eyes filled with interest as Tina spoke.


Tina. You loved her, but at the same time you envied her. She was a strong woman, held a high class job, and was strikingly beautiful and intelligent. You were nothing more than a babysitter to the Magizoologist whom she clearly had feelings for. There was no chance of denying it, you were jealous. The green monster had bit you hard. She and Newt had appeared interested in one another from the beginning. It was the way he looked at her or spoke or congratulated her that gave it all away. You wanted nothing more to be noticed by him. To you he was more than just someone you worked with, he was your friend, an intelligent, magnificent, caring, interesting and handsome man. He loved others with all of his heart, and you admired how string and courageous he had acted. He was so selfless and sweet that it was intoxicating, infecting your heart with passionate desire towards him.


However, he was not yours to have.


Your eyes drifted back down to your tea which had gone cold now. You looked around the room once more. Newt and Tina were closer, almost too close. But then, her hand gracefully slid over his and held it. Your heart broke like shattered glass falling down from your chest and your eyes felt like they had been stung with a toxic poison, destroying from the inside to the outside. Tears tried to fall but you wouldn’t let them, not here. You arose from your spot earning you a glance from Jacob who had now drawn his attention to your uneasy composure. Queenie looked at you as well, her face paling as if a ghost had strutted into the room.


“Oh Honey,” she whispered out, moving towards you. She loved her sister Tina, but she knew about your feelings for Newt. She had hoped that the two of you would be together by now, but now all she saw was your tattered heart.


“I’m alright Queenie,” you whispered with a sigh as you held your tears more. I should be going now anyways. I’m developing a few new solutions that should help heal wounds faster and the research is to be sent back to the ministry in a few days, and I need to finish it. Thank you all for such a wonderful meal and I hope you enjoy Newt’s book.” With a quick wave to everyone, you walked towards the door. You didn’t even look at Newt or Tina as you shut the door quietly and were on your way.


Another glass was emptied by you and the remains were placed back on the table. Your vision and mind mushed together and made everything fuzzy. You couldn’t even form clear sentences anymore, as the majority came out in muddled masses. By the time your fifth or sixth or maybe even ninth (how the hell would you even know?), drink came out, your tears were spilling everywhere again.


All you wanted was to be loved. That’s all you had truly wanted since you were young. You wanted someone to laugh with you, someone to be the one who held you as sobs possessed your body like a raging demon, someone who would look into your eyes and say ‘My god you are stunning.’ You thought that you and Newt had been on the path towards a relationship, but after he met Tina, things changed. He became more distant, not that he was cutting you out of his life, but the two of you spent less time as ‘friends’ and more time as just working with one another. He clearly didn’t want you.


Your body bent over the counter top as your hand knocked over your glass, spilling a swish of liquid across the marble. Your drinks ignited your emotions into a full frenzy as your tears gushed and crashed like waves in a storm. Your pitiful wailing had attracted the attention of the other people in the bar, as some even gave you looks of sympathy. It wasn’t hard to tell that your heart was broken. Your chest ached and felt as if a hole was speared right through you, like your wings had been plucked of all their feathers and broken, not allowing you to fly. You were trapped in your own dark realm of loneliness.


Your sobs quieted briefly as you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you assumed it had been the bartender that had asked you to take it easy at least a hundred times that night. You brushed your cheeks but still continued to cry. You turned to respond and explain that you were perfectly fine and wanted another round, but instead the man you didn’t want to see stood right in front of you.
Newt was there.


“Y/n what are you doing here? I went after you to your room but you weren’t there and-wait have you been drinking? And why are you crying?” he asked.
“None of your business,” you slurred, tears cascading like raging waterfalls down your reddened and slightly sweaty face. “Go away Newt.”


Newt was shocked and concerned about you. You never seemed like the person to go out and drink until they couldn’t hold any more. You started to stand up, mumbling that you were leaving now, but you stumbled and tripped over your feet as the constant drinking and tears had blinded you. Newt’s arms swooped around your falling body and pulled you back up so you wouldn’t crash to the floor.


“Go away Newt, Get off me!” you yelled, “Go-go back t-t-to Tina!”


By now you were muttering and wailing and sobbing and wriggling to get out of his grasp. Couldn’t he see what he was doing? Couldn’t he see that you were being hurt by him?


You weren’t aware of your surroundings as you had apparently been dragged outside. The air nit your skin and send shivers down your spin as the rain fell around you. Apparently Newt didn’t want you to cause a scene or try and binge more, so he brought you outside to take you home. You were still fighting him, and he still didn’t understand your behavior.


“Y/n what on earth has gotten into you? You’re lying, drinking, and now you’re fight-Y/n please love no I’m not angry, I just don’t understand what you’re doing, don’t cry.”


Crying was an understatement, as you were now bawling and sinking to your knees in the middle of a grimy New York sidewalk. Newt could have left you and walked away letting the rain soak you, but he didn’t. He set his case down and knelt next to you.


“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”


You choked and hiccupped more, slurring nonsense as the rain hit harder. “I-I. Tina is Tina and I.”


“Tina? What does she have to do with this Y/n? I don’t think she has been the cause of your sudden drinking here.”


“Tina is amazing.”


“Well yes, she is amazing, I don’t-,”


“That’s why you want her and not me!” you wailed. Your heart was officially beaten and broken. Its final pieces were now thrown out of your chest and all you wanted to do was lay in the street and cry your eyes out in misery. The alcohol amplified your pain and you hiccupped and sobbed constantly.”


Newt stared at you, “Y-You think I l-l-love, Tina?”


“I don’t think I know!” the rain had soaked your hair and his coat, which he gently wrapped around you as you collapsed.


“Y/n. I want you to look at me.”


“No Newt you’re not my parents I don’t need to listen to you,” you said sounding a bit like a child. The drinks had strange effects, they did.


“Please, just…look at me,” he pleaded. His rough hand found his way to your chin and he gently lifted your face to meet his.


“Tina, is a wonderful woman. But she isn’t who I want. Y/n, I want you. You’re just, I can’t even fathom it.”


You were lost, and you thought the drinks were playing tricks on you. This was an illusion, a hallucination crafted by your drunken head. It had to be.


He continued, “I love Tina as a friend. My eyes have been on you since you were paired up with me. Your smile, your mind, your heart, they all work so beautifully to create a perfect you. I was too scared to say anything because I loved having you around, and I didn’t want my stupid feelings to drive you away. But now it’s my fault you’re like this, I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry love.”


Tears and rainwater mixed on his features. Your mind was racing and your sobbing began to slow once more.


“Do y-you mean that. Am I dreaming?”


“Yes Y/n I mean every bit of it.”


You weren’t sure if it was the overwhelming happiness that began to resurge inside of you or the result of drinking more than your limits but seconds later, your lips crashed onto his, enveloping them into a sloppy kiss. Your hair was dripping, and so was his, and the two of you were quite cold but you didn’t care. You only hoped you wouldn’t wake up from this dream into a reality of disappointment.


“Merlin’s beard…,” was all he spoke up as you sloppily wrapped him in a hug after pulling away. He caressed your cheek, pecked it and held you.


“C’mon love, let’s get you home. Something tells me you won’t feel too well in the morning.”

The next morning you awoke inside the case. Your head felt like a hammer had repeatedly attacked it multiple times and you felt groggy. You barely remembered anything, except for the fact that you had a dream about kissing Newt, or at least you thought it was a dream.


Newt came in holding a mug of coffee and a glass of water, and his smile grew as he noticed that you were awake.


“Morning.”


“Ughh…what did I have a run in with the erumpent again?” you asked while moaning in agony. Newt then went on to explain about your little ‘incident’ and then the realization dawned on you that you had actually kissed him and confessed your love to one another, not made it up in your mind.


Your head still throbbed as he went on to explain how he didn’t mean to make it look like he was interested in Tina, and then he rambled on apologizing every few seconds until you told him that it was okay. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed your head.


“Hey Newt?”


“Yes?”


“Are we, you know, like together…now that…um…”


He calmed your confusion with a kiss on your lips. You didn’t know if the two of you would ever be together, but now, you knew. Every ounce of you swelled with passion, and he did the same. Your lips interlocked and wove together in sync, as if dancing to a lyrical rhythm, and this kiss was much softer than the previous one.


“Yes darling, we are. And I love you very, very much.“

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anonymous asked:

Why do people miss how Alex Turner used to be when he appeared more shy? It seems like ever since AM, he got criticism for being "self-centered" because he appeared different. I think he's great... I've been a fan of the Arctic Monkeys since April 2017 so none of this is clear to me.

The thing is, the Monkeys started to be more well-known in America when AM was released and that’s when they were more in the spotlight. So many new people got introduced to the band at that time and the first version they saw of Alex was the Teddy Boy persona he had created. The drugs jokes started and still continue to this day although they were never funny to begin with. And of course people interpreted his more confident behaviour as arrogant because they never really knew what he was like before and didn’t bother to find out. The mic-drop thing for example was made into a huge deal, and if you just see him talk about it afterwards, you’ll see how he laughs about it and is like “I can’t believe I did this”, it’s actually super cute.

There are other people who were fans of the band before AM and think that he lost his accent and became arrogant when moved to the US, this is also definitely not true, his accent evolved over time because he travels a lot and that’s completely normal and his behaviour changed because he started getting more confident and wearing more designer clothes which he can definitely do without being arrogant.

The funny thing is that people now say that they miss AM Alex because he has “changed” during EYCTE. People will never be satisfied and will always find something to criticize, of course he has changed, who doesn’t change over the course of a decade? It’s true that he was shy in the past and became more confident since AM but his sarcastic sense of humour has always been there, even in the early days, you can especially see it in award shows. 

I don’t think he’s arrogant at all, he never was, he just had more trouble articulating himself in the past and seemed to mumble a lot and not be able to finish a sentence because he was way too self-conscious, he still does sometimes because he “struggles with conversation”. He became more confident over time and that’s great because he’s an amazing person with a great mind and I’m so happy that he seemed so much more relaxed and comfortable during EYCTE. I think this is the closest thing to his actual character, not the leather jackets or hair gel or quiff but this genuinely down-to-earth, sweet, kind person with an incredible mind who sometimes has some trouble articulating his thoughts but has learned to be more comfortable and confidant over the years.

There was this interview he did last year where he couldn’t really articulate himself at all and then sent the reporter an e-mail the next day with all the things he wanted to say and I think it’s one of the most beautiful and amazing things he has ever said.

“Turner is engaging and friendly, and seems genuinely eager to articulate what the Last Shadow Puppets represent. But he has both a tendency to overthink things and an unwillingness to commit until he has found the right words.
(…)
The next day, Turner sends me an apologetic email. “I sat myself too far away from my internal cue cards and few sentences made it to the finish line,” he admits, exhibiting exactly the kind of wry wit you can find in his songwriting.
(…)
AT: I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the ‘star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.” x

I recommend reading this whole interview because it’s a rare glimpse into his mind and it’s truly magnificent.

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I always wanted to use the word ‘Colorama’ in a song ever since I saw Antonioni’s Blow Up. It was an unplugged neon light at the back of my mind for years. Some lyrics are declarations of love or hate written in blood or carved in a bus stop, in need of little or no melodic illumination. Some, I believe, are there almost entirely to facilitate it. If I ever thought about it at all I’m sure I used to think the melody was the vessel that carried the lyrics but more recently it has occurred to me that the opposite is often true.

The problem with the neon sign analogy is that neon signs are invariably bolted to the wall and full of gas. Melody seems as though its poured rather than sprayed and doesn’t feel as though whatever holds it ought to be fixed to anything.

I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the 'star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.

Happy 31st Birthday, Alexander David Turner ♡ (January 6th, 1986)

anonymous asked:

Your 5 favorite things about Alex?

His kindness and genuine care for others.
Let me quote a message I received about him here. 
”I remember when they played here in Barcelona he said “visca catalunya” (which is actually Catalan, not even Spanish) and I loved that because most celebrities don’t even know what Catalonia is lol and he actually took time to learn a couple words in Catalan, when it would’ve been easier to say it in Spanish” x
It’s the small things like that that show he actually cares.


The way he talks about the things he’s passionate about. 
“When I first saw it in the store two years ago, I laughed at it. Then I went back and bought it. It’s as if they tried to make a guitar so no one would have to have an effect pedal ever again. It’s got a repeater effect, a palm wah-wah and a ratty fuzz distortion sound. And when you play it, it sounds like an orchestra from outer space.about his Vox teardrop-shaped 12-string Starstream guitar (Guitar World - December 2013)


His intelligence.
“I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the ‘substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the ‘star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.” 
This whole interview is just fascinating.

“It’s really like… I feel like that riff - or that song even (Do I Wanna Know) - was like a ghost within the walls of this old guitar that I bought, to some extent.” 


His sense of humour. 
“That rock’n’roll, eh? That rock’n’roll, it just won’t go away. It might hibernate from time to time, sink back into the swamp. I think the cyclical nature of the universe in which it exists demands it adheres to some of its rules. But it’s always waiting there, just around the corner, ready to make its way back through the sludge and smash through the glass ceiling, looking better than ever. Yeah, that rock’n’roll. Seems like it’s faded away sometimes, but it will never die. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Thank you very fucking much for this, I do truly appreciate it. Don’t take that the wrong way. And yeah… invoice me for the microphone if you need to.” 
This speech is iconic and no one can ever convince me otherwise.


His strength and ability to grow and overcome his shyness.
“Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.”

“I feel like I should just flip out and do something crazy. It’s boring when people tell me I’m really well grounded. I feel a little bit sensible ? I don’t want to be that.”

“I’m in a difficult position in the sense that, preposterous as this might sound, I don’t like being the center of attention. I get up on stage every night and play songs, but I almost feel the songs are the center of attention. I don’t like opening my birthday presents in front of people, either.” -  Esquire UK (May 2014)

“I think I’m alright as a lyricist, you know? But then what will happen every couple of months or so is that I’ll hear a song I’ve never heard before and feel I’ve gone right back to square one. ”

“If anyone asks me about songwriting, I guess I’d say that you just gotta do it. I remember being afraid almost, to write shit down. It’s not strictly like - it is a craft, and there’s definitely an element… you need a little bit of luck and a little bit of magic as well. It’s just about practice; you get better.” x

There are so many more amazing things about him and I’m always so excited to find out more. 

The Witching Hour

ReaderXTFW and Kevin

Request: Can you do a one shot where Cas Sam dean and Kevin turn into puppies and kitties and reader has to take care of them.

Request: Can you do a fic where Kevin,Sam,Cas, Dean and reader and the boys had a curse put on them where all they turn in to ladies. And they all are “AHHHHH” And are freaking out?

A/N: I think I’m gonna start titling my fics

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