look at what exotics do with their time

So, I read quite a lot of fics and I wanted to share some of my favourites that I’ve found throughout my time here. Knowing me I’ve probably forgotten loads so I may drop in and add titles if I find anything that I want to add but if not you can find other things under my fic rec tag here. 

♥ mark my favourites

Kim Seokjin

What 2 do@floralseokjin | smut, fluff, angst  ♥

A kiss on the lips; @kimtrain    | smut, Vampire AU ♥

Perfect; @btssmutgalore  | smut, fluff, angst

Head chef, little chef; @an-exotic-writer | fluff

Charm me; @jungblue | smut, hogwarts AU ♥

 Blue blooded; @hobibliophile | smut, royalty AU

The way you look; @jiminniemouse | smut ♥

Min Yoongi

Does this make sense?; @floralseokjin | series, smut, fluff, angst ♥

Buzz 1.0; @floralseokjin | smut

Mr. Min; @ellieljade | series, smut, angst ♥

A brush of silk; @kimtrain | smut, fluff, Vampire AU♥

King of wishful thinking; @btssmutgalore | smut, fluff (?) ♥

When stars cross; @jungkxook | smut, Christmas AU ♥

⇢  So good to me; @an-exotic-writer | smut

⇢  Crave; @jiminniemouse | smut

The cat’s cradle; @kimtrain | fluff, Shifter AU ♥

⇢ In an instant; @hobibliophile | smut, fluff

Afflatus; @kainks | smut

The devil skates on thin ice; @gukvory | fluff, angst, Ice hockey AU ♥

 The first and last of us; @lushguk | fluff, angst, implied sex ♥

Jung Hoseok

Only mine; @ellieljade | angst, smut ♥

⇢  Taste; @jiminniemouse | smut

⇢ Wicked games; @jungkxook |smut

Ambrosia; @hobibliophile | smut, fluff, angst, Angel AU ♥

Speckled coat; @kimtrain | fluff, Shifter AU ♥

Forbidden; @btssmutgalore | smut ♥

A shot of whiskey; @kimtrain | smut, fluff, Vampire AU

Intentions; @an-exotic-writer | smut, fluff ♥

Not this one, no; @an-exotic-writer | fluff ♥

Say no to this; @hobibliophile | smut

Transference; @jeonjagiya | smut ♥ 

Yes, Oppa/ Please, Oppa; @monstaccato | smut ♥ 

Kim Namjoon

Distance is a bitch, but we’ve got skype; @an-exotic-writer | fluff

Calming touch; @jiminniemouse | fluff

Five months; @ellieljade | smut ♥

And you; @floralseokjin | smut, angst ♥

A favour; @btssmutgalore | smut ♥

Don’t care about presents; @hobibliophile | smut, fluff, Christmas Au ♥

Peaches and cream; @kimtrain ​ | smut, Vampire AU ♥

Ships in the night; @jungblue | fluff, smut, angst

From dusk till dawn; @kimtrain | fluff, Shifter AU ♥

⇢   Long time coming; @an-exotic-writer |fluff, smut

Park Jimin

The blue notebooks; @inktae | fluff, angst, Time traveller AU♥

Laundry mishaps; @hobibliophile |smut, RA AU

Lower; @jiminniemouse | smut, fuckboy AU

Locked in love; @jiminniemouse | smut, fluff, angst, Christmas AU

Sin City; @btssmutgalore  | smut, angst, Stripper AU ♥

Claimed; @ellieljade | smut ♥

Hard to say; @floralseokjin | smut, fluff, friends AU ♥

A bite of the apple; @kimtrain | smut, Vampire AU ♥

Control; @jungblue | smut ♥

Secret desires; @kainks | smut 

⇢  Finally; @an-exotic-writer | smut ♥

It’s too sweet; @floralseokjin | smut

Selcouth; @lushguk | fluffffffffff  ♥

Kim Taehyung

Not what it looks like; @hobibliophile | fluff, collage AU

Slip through the seams; @deerguk | fluff, angst, smut, traveller AU ♥ ♥

Zaddy; @btssmutgalore | smut, angst, (hopefully) fluff ♥

Backseat serenade; @jungkxook | smut

Move like you want; @floralseokjin | smut, fluff ♥

Apologies; @ellieljade | smut ♥

⇢  Nude; @btssmutgalore | smut

The wings of a devil; @kimtrain | smut, Vampire AU ♥

⇢  The t-shirt thief; @jungblue | smut, fluff

Under the cloak; @jungblue | smut, fluff, hogwarts AU ♥

⇢  Right here; @an-exotic-writer | fluff

Steal you away; @btssmutgalore | angst, fluff ♥ 

⇢  Foxie Movie; @kimtrain | fluff, Shifter AU

Jeon Jungkook

Illusion of a choice; @hobibliophile | fluff, smut, angst, Heir AU

Do you feel it, sugar?; @gukvory | smut ♥

Zipper; @jiminniemouse | smut

Painting the meadow’s void; @jungblue | fluff, soulmate AU ♥

Playing with fire; @floralseokjin | smut ♥

Monster; @btssmutgalore | smut, angst ♥

Written on the sky; @inktae | fluff, angst, End of the world AU ♥

The best before the rest; @an-exotic-writer | smut

Tell me your secrets; @kimtrain | fluff, Shifter AU ♥

Multiple Member

Business; @btssmutgalore | smut, Taehyung & Jungkook

Sweet inedible things; @asexpectedofthestork | fluff, Bakers AU, Jimin & Jin ♥

Kingdom ties; @gukvory | angst, smut, Royalty AU, Jungkook & Taehyung ♥

It’s a threeway; @an-exotic-writer | smut, Poly AU, Jimin & Taehyung ♥

Boastful drunks; @ellieljade | smut, Jimin & Jungkook  ♥ 

⇢( F•R•I•E•N•D•S Series ) EP 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴠᴍɪɴ; @monstaccato | smut, Jimin, Taehyung ♥

A million roses; @bluekyun | smut, angst, Jungkook & Yoongi  ♥ ♥

Originally posted by changkyuh

How to perform your first spell

  • Spend weeks looking online and in books for a spell that could work for what you want and that you can actually get the ingredients for. Each time you find one that you like, but can’t possibly begin to even think about getting exotic materials for, you wonder if you’re really cut out for this (you are).
  • Read over the one you found a dozen times a day, Googling terms you don’t understand and only getting a vague explanation of on some sparkly New Age website that hasn’t been in use for years. Wonder again if you can really do this (you can). 
  • Print out the spell when no one else is around, carefully holding it so that the text doesn’t show and rushing back to your room. Read over it again and again until the corners are bent and there are wrinkles where your fingers have been. Worry about not being able to memorize it. 
  • In the middle of the night when no one is awake and you’re shaking because this is it wave your hand in a circle because you always see spells call for circles. Then you speak the words in something that is half whisper and half breath, so quiet no one could possibly hear it, but you still worry. 
  • Finish the spell and find yourself caught between the thoughts of “Did I do it right?” and “Finally.” 
  • Rinse and repeat for the next dozen.
Inheritance | Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
Words: 2.6k+
Warnings: The MC gets a lil sad, mentioned death of a family member, swears
Notes: This was going to be a oneshot, then a two-shot, and now it’s a mess. I split it so the transitions would be smoother and it wouldn’t feel as rushed as it would were it all in the one scenario. More parts to come! (forgive the terrible summary)

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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Finally got my hands on the third volume of the Flip Flappies. 
I laugh every time I look at Papika’s face on the cover illustration. Poor Papika, upset about her girlfriend being stolen :(

This volume’s booklet includes backgrounds + pure illusion environments for episodes 1 to 5. 

Tanu was in charge of pure illusion concept art, and man.. is tanu great at what they do. The environments are vivid and exotic and uhh creepy too even, but all in all, simply gorgeous. Flip Flappers did pretty well to immerse the audience into pure illusion too :D

Looks like Oshiyama made designs for the props, like the battleship and Papika’s home. Also Studio Pablo painted the backgrounds. Love their handpainted style.

Easily my favorite booklet (so far). 
Gotta say my favorite pure illusion is Pure Echo’s (#5), loved the yuri horror aesthetic :-)

Also, you can find tanu’s twitter here [x]

BTS: Jimin Smut


Hush | A Little Early | Behave |


Hello |


Wind | Who’s The Best | Intoxicated | First Impressions | Forward ft. Yoongi |


Hopeless | Bubbles | Ego | Oops | Spank Bank | Petty | Tempted ft. Hoseok | Transfer Students | Two is Company and Three… ft. Taehyung | Good Mornings | Had to See You | Red Silk | Voyeur ft. Yoongi & Taehyung |


I Saw You Looking | 


Simply | Hidden Agendas ft. Jungkook | Sweet Concoctions | Tight Rope | Show But Don’t Tell | Course |


Classroom Etiquette |


What’s Right and Wrong |


Foursome w/ Maknae Line | Love To Hate You | Spy Imagine | Permission | First Time | Dance For Me | Blowjob Fic | Pre-wedding Visits | 7 Minutes In Heaven |


Finally | Off the Charts |


Paddles and Handcuffs | Look What I Found |


Initiative | Frustration |


Friction |


Show Me | For You | Eyes, Nose, Lips | Because Two is Better Than One ft. Jungkook | Just One Day - Afternoon | Easy to Tease |   


Someone’s Eager | It’s Been A While | Fantasies ft. Jimin (Taehyung main) |


I’d Do Anything For You… |


Chocolate Disaster | Call Me Daddy | Pure Jimin | Perfect As You Are | Let’s Make a Baby | Find The Rhythm | Welcome Present | Guess Who ft. V and J-Hope | Going Mad | Eyes On | Relax | Caught Red Handed | On the Eve of Dawn |


Sensual | TFLN | Hush | Behave |


After Dance Practice | Hot Shower | Missed You | Strip For Me | Waiting Game |


Accidental Temptation | Study You | Locked | Heels Off | Almost There | Let’s Not Part Ways |


Resistance | Truth or Dare | Fantasy | Sex and Sensuality | Reflection | Entice | Young God | Dance Like We’re Making Love | Earned It | Drenched and Dominated | Often | Need | Going Crazy | No Matter What | You Make Me Wanna | Care To Join Me? | Black Magic | 3rd Hour: Bad Behavior | Red Vinyl | House Of Cards | On Your Knees |


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anonymous asked:

What would you tell a complete beginner? I want to get a snake, but I don't know that much. What should I keep in mind?

Hello anon,  good luck with all your snake research!  Finding out as much as you can before getting the animal is probably the most important thing. I can give you a few tips others may want to add if i’ve missed obvious stuff!

1) First consider if you accommodate a snake in your life?  How much space can you dedicate to the adult enclosure? Are you on a tight budget when it comes to equipment costs? Is there an exotics vet near you? Are you prepared to cover these costs? Are you prepared for their long life expectancy?   

2) What do you want out of a snake? I would really recommend looking into species that are easy to feed and care for or species that are slightly more tolerant of the “beginners errors”.  But ultimatley you will be caring for your pet a long time as snakes are long lived. So assess want you want from a snake and get a species that should fit in to this…eg)  Is it important you can handle the snake? Do you mind if they may be bitey as hatchlings? Do you mind if they are known for defensive behaviours? Do you mind if you never see them in the enclosure because they burrow or are nocturnal ? Do you want to be able to observe your snake during the day? 

Once you have an idea of your wants and importantly your limitations when it comes to space and money, 

3)  look into species that fits your wants and will thrive on your budget in the space you can provide. For a first snake I would probably advise to stay away from species that have reputations for being very hard to feed or fragile in captivity (or any very big/giant snakes). But as said above snakes live a long time! Find a species you are excited about keeping. 

4) When you decide on your species, find a good reputable breeder with healthy animals.

**- don’t bring it home until you have the equipment and set up all ready for it-**

Ask people that own the species you are interested in about good breeders, look for reviews on breeders, join species specific face book groups, ask questions about husbandry.  If the species you want is very common in the pet trade you might also consider adopting from a reputable reptile rescue center. Just speak to them and make sure you are getting a healthy animal thats an established feeder as your first snake. Many reptiles do just find their way into rescue by circumstance they are not always problem animals in poor health. Consider if you want a hatchling or an adult. Adults will generally be less fragile to care for and should have an established temperament which is an advantage.

5) Enclosure design! Gosh you will so much conflicting things on enclosure design. “ Too much space is scary for snakes (myth)”   “Tubs are fine forever for x species (they are usually not)” “ All you need is kitchen roll and a water dish and just plug in a heat mat! (no. It’s not that simple and you will always need a thermostat too despite what some keepers may say!)”  

It can be a bit of a mine field of misinformation, especially for people new to snake keeping. Assuming you want your pet to have the best quality of life possible that you can provide - look for tips, advice and inspiration from keepers who’s priority is the same!  (That is often not the large scale for profit breeders that advocate bare minimum husbandry.) 

Look at the natural history and behavioural ecology of the snake you decide on. Does it climb? burrow? bask in the sun? Spend lots of time in water? Is it a very secretive species? How does it hunt: activley or with sit and wait ambush tactics?  Does it come for dry habitat or humid habitats? What kind of micro-climates would it make use of ? Make sure your enclosure provides a comfortable and stimulating environment which allows your animal to express it’s natural behaviours and offers it a variety of choices.  Good enclousure design promotes both mental and physical well-being.  You can read more about why that is so important in this post here: 


or other bits and pieces in my “ animal welfare” tag 

Don’t get caught up with just meeting the minimum, go for the best practice!  

Also, worth noting that good enclosure deisgn makes snake keeping soooo much easier. You don’t need to be battling to keep temps and humidity right in a fish tank with a screen lid and a red heat bulb (avoid the hell out of those red bulbs btw).. It adds an unnecessary complication to deal with as a beginner and won’t facilitate good conditions for the snake. (Not to say tanks are always bad for everything of course, they aren’t and can be modified to make good enclosures).  Generally if its your first time setting up an enclosure you will be better off with either a big tub (with the understanding that depending on the tub size and the snake it will outgrow this), plastic caging or a properly sealed wood enclosure.  Some pro’s and con’s in this post here 

 @teleos  post below is also a good starting point for basic enclosure equipment and costs; 


Learn the difference bettween ambient heat and surface basking temperatures , (shown nicely in this guide by  @wheremyscalesslither )


Look to understand how this relates to different kinds of heat sources such as using conductive heat sources (heat mats) for basking temps or radiant heat sources ( ceramic heaters, bulbs, radiant heat panels) which can create both basking surfaces and raise ambient temperatures.  The way you heat an enclosure will affect the choices for thermoregulation avalible to the animal and thus how they utilise the space avalible. Shown really nicely by @skies-of-salt pics here. 


Learn the basics of how relative humidity (RH) works. (ie warmer air holds more water vapour than cooler air). An enclosure with an RH of 70% at a cooler temp is not the same as an enclosure with a RH 70% at a warmer temp…Thus a snake that needs humid conditions may shed well and remain hydrated in the warmer  one and yet shed poorly and become dehydrated in the other despite the owners reporting their humidity is the same.

look at the different types of thermostats availble and which one is most appropriate for your set up and heat source ( on/ off stats,  pulse proportional stats or dimming thermostats). 

You can look into lighting, which is an often overlooked component of enclosure design when it comes to snake care in particular.   


This might all sound like i’m overcomplicating things but honestly it will make choosing equipment for your species and personal circumstances easier, and you might be able to stop and question misinformation like  “lights suck moisture out the air”  if you understand those basics. For me, enclosure design is one of the most rewarding and interesting parts of snake keeping!   

6) As a final note : When you have one snake you might well want more!  

If I could go back and tell my past self anything about snake keeping it would be not get carried away with getting the animals I want to own too soon… Set yourself a maximum number of animals you can house according to “best practice” with the space you have and stick to it. 

In all honesty I got slightly swept up in the metric tonne of myths about small enclosures being “ just fine” myself when I first got in to snake keeping.  My snakes current housing is ok but its not as good as I would like it to be…I have plans for big enclosures for all my snakes but maybe if I was to start over I’d have done things differently and have fewer snakes  but get them in their final big enclosures sooner…ya live and learn. 

Good luck with your research. 

#15 on the number prompts for @qvoro c; featuring @hyperiontrashbin ‘s Vault Hunter AU

Sooo, I found this waterfall…”

Jack’s interest had been piqued when Rhys had returned from brief scouting the immediate area they had decided to hunker down in for the evening and told him about what he’d uncovered. Shouldering his shotgun—just in case, the area looked pretty safe and stuffed with potential food sources, but appearances on Pandora were deceiving—he follows Rhys away from their impromptu camp and through a small, rocky little canyon. Jack grunts as he scrambles up the rocks, lagging behind Rhys, whose deft, lithe little body maneuvers easily on the difficult terrain. Oh well. At least it gives him a nice view of the little bit of flesh that peaks out over the band of Rhys’ trousers as the young man pulls himself up over the final boulder and perches atop it, turning to watch Jack with a grin.

“Need a hand, old man?” Rhys snickers, and Jack has half the mind to toss a handful of pebbles at him if it doesn’t mean risking tumbling back to earth on his ass.

“Yeah yeah, shove it, kid. If this isn’t worth it I’m hog-tying you up for the rest of the night.” Jack grumbles, arms stinging as he finally swings his body up on top of the boulder where Rhys is perched. He’s about to lay into the kid again, teach him something about respecting the man who’s saved his ass multiple times, when he notices the sight before him.

A rocky depression smooths out below them, bottoming out in a gorgeous, clear little pool ringed by exotic plants and flowers in pink, orange, and yellow that even Jack, in his long treks around all of Pandora, hasn’t seen before. A waterfall splasehs down into the pool opposite of them, sending up a crystalline mist shimmering with rainbow light.

It looks positively heavenly.

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Netflix and Cuddles (Elliot Alderson X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Elliot Alderson X Fem!Reader

Universe: Mr Robot

Warnings: Sexual mention


Request: Hi babe <3 do you do any mr robot? Can I ask one elliot/reader in which they are dating and he inivtes her to his apartment and she dress up very hot/sexy and elliots dont know how to react or what to do, and wants to touch her/hug her and a lot of fluff and awkard elliot <3 thanks babe

Originally posted by ramibabe

You and Elliot had been dating for a while now. You had met him through his friend, Angela and Elliot took an instant liking to you. You were patient and considerate, something he really needed in a person. He loved how he knew he didn’t have to worry about calling you if he needed anything. If he got too nervous to go to a date or to meet with you, you wouldn’t get angry and only smile and tell him there’s always next time. That and he just loved how sweet you are and thinks your drop dead gorgeous.

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ethnic ambiguity; or, what is lily evans? a collection of microaggressions

i am neither pakistani nor turkish, but i am (like lily here) ethnically ambiguous. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been asked what i am, told i am not asian enough or not white enough, called exotic or “oriental” (good gOD do not call me oriental), and how much i’ve watched my mom and grandmother suffer for their race in this damn country. so this is for @prongsyouignoramus, but this is also for me. may we someday have canon characters who look like us. love you, precious human <3


• she goes by lily, has ever since the first time in primary that a teacher refused to call her by her first name

• she’s always rather liked her full name, ayşa lily evans, she never thought it was that difficult to say, but the teachers and the other kids cant or dont want to learn to say ay-sha, so lily it is

• by age ten she knows her family’s story a lot. her mother is half pakistani (punjab, she thinks, but some details are fuzzy) and half turkish, moved to england in 1951 shortly after india and pakistan split.

• dad learnt turkish for her mother, they say, and lily always liked the language, but her favorite is the way urdu rolls off her tongue

• tuney (mariam petunia) has a hard time with the languages though, she tries really hard but the words dont always sound right when she says them

• she and her sister dont look very much alike at all, petunia looks a lot like dad with blonde hair and a small english nose, but tuney’s skin gets really dark in the summer and she never ever burns, and she has their mama’s long, elegant fingers

• lily looks a lot more like mama, darker skin and kind of rounder nose. she’s short like mama too, has thicker and coarser hair than petunia, but their hands and chins are absolutely identical

• its hard to go to the store with just her sister and her dad, the other people always look at her like she’s the odd one out and the clerks always ask if she’s petunia’s friend from school

• the languages have always been harder for tuney, the prayers too, but they both learn really young how to make chawal kofta and the flat, oven baked bread with mama. Petunia was always better at cooking than lily, but lily still treasured the times with mama making kofte and paratha and whatever else they wanted for dinner

• when she goes to hogwarts, the tables are filled with shepherds pie and everyone’s favorite english foods, but she’s never been able to freely eat meaty english food before in case its not halal, so she has to settle for the vegetable options (which are still lovely and delicious of course)

• professor mcgonagall is the first to notice little first year lily evans isnt eating much at meals, and assures her matter-of-factly that they make accommodations at meals. professor mcgonagall becomes a fast favorite of lily’s

• lily loves her new housemates to bits, but something makes her a bit uncomfortable when little blonde emmaline vance asks “what are you” during their third evening together

• “dad’s british, mama’s pakistani and turkish” she says hesitantly, though what she wants to say is “i’m a person”

• she loves hogwarts, really she does, but she’s also kind of uncomfortable because people are always asking what she is or where she’s from, what muggles are like, and she just wants to curl up under mama’s shawls and eat desserts because she knows there’s not gelatin in them

• “i’m british” she says exasperatedly one day in third year when some boy asks her what she is for the twelfth time that year

• lily’s always been close to her culture, she loves the smell of mama’s mendhi and the cabbages pickling in the pantry, misses speaking turkish with her parents, practicing her writing after school

• petunia’s never been like that, maybe it’s because she’s the firstborn or maybe because no one believes she’s mama’s daughter, but in the summer before lily’s 7th year she brings home a man who wrinkles his nose at the keema aloo they’re having for dinner, and lily just wants to scream at him for his obvious disdain and disrespect but petunia doesn’t want her around anymore, so she eats her meal but doesn’t taste it, and escapes to her room as quickly as she can get away

• she’s back at school, irritated at the world, and the first ravenclaw who calls her features “exotic” and “different” gets punched straight in the nose and earns her a detention on her first week as head girl

• the nib of her quill breaks one day in charms, and she mutters a barrage of turkish and urdu swears, and she doesnt notice james potter look up at her from across the aisle

• he approaches her that evening, “were you swearing in hindi earlier in charms?”

• “urdu, actually,” she says, surprised. “i thought you spoke tamil”

• “i know a couple hindi words” he shrugs. “mostly the swears”

• “typical,” she rolls her eyes and walks away

• she realizes later in bed that james potter has never once asked her what she “is”

• she volunteers the information herself, next time they’re on heads patrol. “mama’s pakistani and turkish. my grandfather’s from west punjab.”

• “i always wondered” he replies easily.

• “why didnt you ask?”

• “because i know what cultural insensitivity feels like”

• a week later remus approaches her. “so. lil-ay” he says casually. “you got a favorite food?”

• she smirks. “you ever heard of lahana turşusu? Or aloo ki bugia? Baklava?”

• remus grins in reply. “no, but i can pass the message along.”

• that evening, sprinkled among the mincemeat pies and hearty stews, lily finds pickled cabbage and half circle potatoes, baklava for dessert, and she shoots a grin at james potter who sits down the row. he pushes his glasses up his nose, returns a shy smile in return, and helps himself to a heaping plate of aloo ki bugia. she asks him later how he did it; he introduces her to the house elves in return.

• james and lily swap travel stories on their next patrol. James talks excitedly about his summers on the southern coast of Tamil Nadu, of curry and spices and how the english can’t seem to be bothered to flavor their food. In return, she tells him about the palaces and museums of Lahore, how she loves the sounds of the call to prayer, the hurried bustle of the streets of Istanbul, and agrees fiercely about the English fear of flavor.

• “my real name’s janardhan” he says quietly one day. “nobody can say it though, so i go by james.”

• “my first name is ayşa” she replies. “it means ‘she who lives.’ mine’s spelled the turkish way, so no one wants to learn to pronounce it. so i go by my middle name, lily.”

• its nice, she thinks, having a friend who understands. it’s different of course; she’s never been denied help or been given lesser treatment by Slughorn, she’s never been outright bullied or hated for her skin color, but he’s never been asked what kind of asian he is or dealt with the odd misbalance of not quite belonging in a category. They both know how it feels to see their mother hated for her skin color, her clothing, her religion, her culture; and she finds it comforting to know that next time john davies calls her exotic, james potter will be near to hex him for her.

Adventure Zone Sentence Starters: Part 2

See Here For Part One

  • “Aw shit, sweet flip!”
  •  “Don’t look so stupid now, do I? You tiny bitches! “
  • “Great job, Angela Lansbury! Don’t know how you pieced that one together! “
  • “Hey! What’s your handle, kemosabe? “
  • “Hot diggity shit, that is a baller cookie. “
  • “I’d hate it. Shut the fuck up.”
  • “I don’t know a fuckin’ thing, my guy.”
  • “I don’t think my dog could fit in an ass.”
  • “Is it time for us to do our sexy turn on the catwalk?”
  • “It smells of exotic spices!  “ 
  • “I’ve got a fuckin’ idea for ya.”
  • “No dogs on the moon, they just run right off the goddamn thing.”
  • “That’s a real sweet thought. Hey, highfive me right now.”
  • “That’s some other DnD game’s problem. “
  • “The memory of my grandpa’s name died long before I was born.”
  • “There has to be a way to cheat with magic… “
  • “This is actually what I was exactly afraid of, this is the nightmare scenario.” 
  • “We can’t kill Tom Bodett!”
  • “We’ll always remember you until three episodes from now when all we can remember is “Juicy Wizard”
  • “You haven’t seen this ass!”
  • “You wanted to lure me in there you should’ve stayed handsome, my fella.”  
  • white person: where are u from
  • me: what
  • white person: u know. what nationality are u
  • white person: what shade of yellow. what flavor of exotic. what country is ur family from. from what city in the Glorious Country of Asia were you birthed. what Foreign Land were u born in
  • me:
  • me:
  • me:
  • white person: from what branch of Orientalism do u derive yourself from
Got7 reaction to gf dancing like Shakira

Anonymous said: svt/got7/bts to gf dancing like shakira ♡

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JB: “When did I buy Shakira tickets…but aye I’m not complaining.”

Originally posted by jaesbum

Jinyoung: He loves it. “Please just one more time”

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson: “You can be Shakira, I’ll be Queen B, together we can be beautiful liars.”

Originally posted by ceo-of-yg

Mark: “So this is what you do when I’m not around, maybe I should come home late, and see how many other exotic dances you can learn for me.”

Originally posted by marktuon

Youngjae: Gets sweaty, and starts breathing ruff. You: “Were you looking, did you see how I moved my hips?” Him: “Yeah…it was…um..yeah it was fu-…..uh it was nice”

Originally posted by doteyoungjae

Bambam: “Let’s dance”

Originally posted by jackseunie

Yugyeom: “Do you understand how much damage your causing me right now?….But I can do way worse, if you keep it up”

Originally posted by chichangyu

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 The ending kind of falls off I’m so so tired of looking at this. @klangst-week

Title: I’m just a notch in your bed post (but you’re just a line in a song)
Prompt: Mistake/Faith
Rating: T
Word Count: 825
Warnings: Pining Keith, unrequited love, mentions of sex
Summary: Keith has been many places in the world and he’s never belonged anywhere but beside Lance. Even when it hurts.

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Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P) 4

Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P)

Group & Member: Big Bang’s Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P)

Genre: GANG!AU Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Romance, Smut/Eventual, Interracial


Summary: A Young woman get’s involved with the wrong crowds and Cold hearted gang leader T.O.P acts as her guide.

A/N: FT.Monsta X, 2ne1, BTS and a few others

Parts: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

I wasn’t even in the clothing store that long. The lady behind the counter looked up and smiled at me. The store was called. Codes Combined* In English she said to me, ‘’You must be the girl I was called about. Look how cute you are!’’ She walked over to me and held out my hand. ‘’I’m Su-Lin Wu. I heard you were looking for a job.’’

 I nodded shyly at first. There was a folder in my bag full of new applications and manager cards. I had been promised a call back from the small café near home. Su-lin sat me down and talked to me, asking me questions. I could see the curiosity in her eyes when it came to my skin tone. I knew she wanted to ask. And it was more than okay that she didn’t.

After the small interview, she gave me some papers to fill out. ‘’I really do hope you consider us.’’ She said in Korean this time. ‘’We’d be happy to have you, have a nice night.’’ I had been able to keep up the charade that I wasn’t as nervous as I appeared at first. But as soon as I walked out of the clothing store, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Then frowned at once seeing how dark it was. But I had been keeping up with messaging my mom everyone hour almost on the dot.

I put my cell in my bag and slipped the strap of my bag over my chest out of habit. Creeps were everywhere around the world and I knew that Korea was no exception.

I kept my head down for the most part… I don’t remember being on this side of the street? Where did my bus stop go? When did I heard turned around? And how? I stood on a far side of the street next to an older looking bar and pulled out my map. ‘’Okay, Amy.’’ I told myself. ‘’Calm down. Just tell your mom the truth when you’re late because there’s no way anyone is coming to get you all the way in downtown Gwanju.’’ Yeah, telling myself that didn’t really make me feel better but it helped a bit. And that’s all I needed pretty much.
So I started walking again. Maybe I could find a directory or even another bus stop. What time did buses stop running again?

I was walking away from the shopping plaza, Y’know away from actual people, when I noticed them.

There were about three in front of me on the other side of the street. Three guys that were burning a hole in the side of my face, Theye were staring and I could hear excited whispers, well attempt at whispers. One of them called out to me, and from the corner of my eye I saw that he had chocolate brown hair. He had a deep voice. And he was speaking a little English. ‘’Hey, You there!’’ I tried to imagine that he was calling someone else. But I was the only one out here at the moment. I heard footsteps as they crossed the street over to me.

‘’I know you heard me, girlie.’’

 And in Korean he turned to his buddy. ‘’This should be fun.’’ The other one laughed, and his friend with the honey blonde hair stayed quiet. I kept my head down and picked up my pace. The second one beside his friend behind me yelled in Korean: ‘’Jooheon! Don’t let that one get away.’’

 I was in full panic mode when I looked up and saw two more guys in front of me. The one called Jooheon had eyes that were more cut crease, and he wore a black backwards had over his short cropped black hair. The hat had a single X on it. I stared at it for a while before backing up. But I backed up right into the arms of the honey blonde one. Okay, let’s think. I only had about 40 dollars worth cash and the rest was in a card in the bottom of my shoe. My dad had taught me to do that.

‘’Please.’’ I whispered. For a second I had forgotten how to speak another language. This caused them to laugh, and other guy beside the one called Joonheon, who had red tousled hair and wider eyes, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the light. ‘’Ooh.’’ He cooed grabbing my face between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head this way and that. He spoke Korean the whole time. ‘’She’s an exotic, look.’’ He said turning my head to the guy who had called out before.

 ‘’What do you think, Wonho?’’ He asked, Wonho replaced the other guys hands and took my face in his large ones. ‘’KiHyun… I think we struck gold, yeah?’’ I was now clear to me that they didn’t think I understood them. I didn’t play that shit.

‘’ Kihyun, the one with the red hair smiled and moved some hair behind my ear. I slowly started to build up a loud scream. I had been in choir, I knew how to hit the high notes. I was cursing myself out though.


I tried to muster what I could in Korean. But I was shaking. It was like I wasn’t even fluent. ‘’I don’t have a lot of money, Okay? I don’t know what you want?’’ They smiled. ‘’SO she is a little Korean mixup. Oh Honey, we don’t want your money.’’ I felt my heart jumpstart at that sentence and I quickly attempted to break free from the arms of the honey blonde and tried to sprint off. ‘’Damn it, Hyungwon!’’ snapped Jooheon. ‘’And Shownu made you his got damned Co-leader.’’ They were running after me. I searched for places to go, I let out a few screams along the way.

And then it happened so fast. I didn’t even see him get out of the shiny red car. He tackled me, causing me to yell in pain because he tackled me on my side.
‘’Good job, I.M. ‘’ crooned Kihyun. The one called I.M roughly pulled me to my feet and held my arms tight, before pushing me back into the arms of the honey blonde, one.

‘’Where you goin’ Honey? Party hasn’t even started yet.’’

That’s when I screamed again. The one with the red ,hair, Kihyun, growled. “Shut up!” he growled. He looked over my head and squinted. “Don’t you let your grip slip again, rookie.” he hissed. I turned to look up at Hyungwon, who said nothing and looked away from me.

Jooheon looked over at me and over me. He then pulled out his phone to shine it’s light on me. “Hmm.” Kihyun looked over and smiled. “I mean, I’ve never seen one like that before. She’s a freaking Cutie.” I jabbed my foot at him when he tried to touch me. Causing him to jump back and shout in excitement. “Whoo!! Look, she’s got some fight in her. Passive little thing.” he said “this is going to be really fun.” to

Jooheon chuckled and nodded. “Don’t bruise her, whatever you do, don’t bruise her.” He instructed. “And don’t kill her. Shownu might have our heads for that. Got it?”


my sudden ‘fuck that’ sense started to come into play. They weren’t going to get what they wanted from me without getting a fight out of it first. I wouldn’t go down like that. Never had I been put in a situation where I had to take on about five guys, but I had beat a bitch’s ass in school once, even though I had not wanted to fight. But she had been trying it.

So, prentending to be submissive I leaned into Hyungwon’s hold, I was actually preparing to bite him in the arm. Turning my face to a more fleshy place; I parted my lips.

I knew that I could get a could get a good grip and run far before they could catch up. And my positivity about them probably having guns was well over 9000.

I felt a hand on my side then. Feeling me up. It was the one called Jooheon. I brought my leg up and kicked him straight in the sternum. He stumbled backwards and it was silent for a few seconds. The force of my kick had caused Hyungwon’s hold to loosen and I was on the ground.

I felt force on me as I was held down, but I pushed up and tried to get myself in a kneeling position. Because kneeling positions sometimes turned into running positions.

I was well on my way until I heard something click close to my face.
Jooheon, now breathing heavily, was holding a gun very close to my face. Smiling like the joker. Kihyun smiled a little. “Lets show her why we’re named Monsta X.” He suggested while looking around at the other’s. I.M. smiled, And the one called Wonho laughed and went to replace Hyungwon’s place behind me. He pulled my arms so tight behind my back I groaned. He held my arms with one hand and my face with the other, making me look at Jooheon. I didn’t dare try to scream with a pistol pointed at my face.

with his free hand, Jooheon kept the gun pointed at my face and the other was undoing his felt at a fast pace.

Now I felt screwed. I started to shake violently. For a while, I could only hear my own sobs, but they were drowned out a second or two later by three warning shots heard overhead.

Since when had I closed my eyes?

I was now looking up at a confused Jooheon. His hand had lowered and his pants were halfway down. Wonho’s hold also loosened. In the distance I heard.

“I know you mother fuckers aren’t on our turff again!” growled a voice. But they sounded excited. I took this time in confusion to thrust my head back again Wonho. Causing him to groan and fall back. I scrambled to grab my bag and made a beeline for the upper sidewalk. Being in the middle of turf war in downtown Gwanju wasn’t on my agenda for the weekend. And I hadn’t even finished unpacking my boxes.

I didn’t make it very far up the sidewalk. I felt something grabbing me from behind. I turned to face the honey blonde, Hyungwon. “I..I can’t let you leave.” he told me. Why did he sound so hesitant?

The shouts and yells from the opposite direction quickly snapped me back into reality. “Let.,me. Go!” I screeched at him., at first choosing to make no sudden movement because I was sure he had a gun,too.

But to my surprise. He let me go. And I turned to continue up the sidewalk. I made it to the entrance to an alleyway, on the other side I could see brighter city lights. That. That was my way to safety and I knew it.

I stopped to catch my breath, looking over my shoulder a few times in paranoia.

Then, I haunched over to let the warm salty tears slide down my face. I hated feeling weak., but I was still scared. So I continued down the alley to safety.


As I neared the exit, I heard a loud clear engine and before I knew it I was cut off by a large dark blue Chevy suburban. The door burst open and I was grabbed by a man who sported Mohawk And a few tattoos. I screamed and he roughly pushed me into the truck into the arms of another man I couldn’t see.

“Haaa! Bitch, you thought!! That you thought you got away huh?! The fuck you thought this was?” said a voice in the front seat.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was in full swing of panic mode. So I just busted I started screaming sobbing and shaking all the same time.

“LET. ME. GO!!” I screamed making sure was a loud one, if I knew one thing that annoys my brother and my dad or got to the most, it was when I would yell and scream like a toddler, I had a scream to make anybody believe that I was being tortured somewhere. One time an argument has gotten so bad with my brother juniper, the neighbors called the cops because I thought I was being hit. But this didn’t faze the guys.

The one who was holding me, the one with the Mohawk laughed. “Hey, GD. pull over real fast.” The one he called Gd, who was in the front seat, the one who had addressed me. gave a simple grunt of acknowledgement before accelerating to a spot unknown. Once arrived in what looked like the middle of nowhere with a few houses down the strip and a Clear field on the other side, he pulled over.

The one with the Mohawk reached up in front of me to turn on the light of the car. And then three pairs of eyes were looking down on me. The guy beside me, the one the guy with the Mohawk threw me to had medium- length tousled brown hair and the fullest lips I’ve ever seen aside from the ones on my brothers juniper. Cocked his head curiously to the side at me.

The one called GD was smiling at me. He had faded orange and pink coloured hair, not an ugly faded but more of a purposely faded. And had a baby face not like the one with full lips beside me. But it was still somewhat of a baby face he also cut his head in curiosity. And then he made a sort of 'huh’ sound in the back of his throat. “Well I’ll be damned.” said baby face. “Look at this cutie!” he was speaking Korean. Oh yeah, because I had shouted to them in English that’s probably always thought I knew. Or maybe not maybe they just liked to express that they knew English too.

GD unbuckled his seatbelt and turned around completely to face us. He was appraising me with his eyes obviously. Looking me over not like I was something to eat, but like he was curious about what I was doing in downtown Gwanju.

“So what do we have here?” He asked me. He was still speaking English and I had to admit that it was pretty perfect it was pretty articulate. I could barely tell there was an accent in there somewhere.

The one with the Mohawk spoke up next,“did you not get their money in time,little worker?”

I started crying all over again. And not because I was scared this time because I had just been greatly fucking offended. Tears spilled over from my eyes onto my cheeks and anger spilled out from every pore and radiated all over my body. I hardly turned to the guy with the Mohawk and yelled, “fuck you! I’m not a whore and I don’t know those guys! Monster mash or Monsta X. What ever they called themselves. So just let me the fuck out of this creepy stalker van and we’ll call it a night!!”

Mohawk stared at me for a long time, and his left eye I kind of started to twitch. And then he grabbed my throat and both of his hands and bent real close to me. “Who in the living fuck do you think you are talking to little girl?!” It was like something within him snapped because as soon as he squeeze down on my neck he let go really fast and took a breather like he was catching himself. He did a movement with his hand and quietly recited a mantra I couldn’t understand.

In the front seat, GD laughed. It wasn’t mocking laugh, I could tell it was genuine. He threw his head back and chortled a few times before taking a deep breath and turning back to look at us. “I like her.” He said with a grin. Then he revved up the car again.

“Let’s take her to the big boss.” He said at last. His eyes looked off towards the field from the 10 to Windows. But soon he started to drive again. I cursed myself again. Not only Was I in crap load of danger, stuck in a very large car with three probably very dangerous men, but I was way past curfew. And I’m pretty sure the big boss was scarier than 3 of these men combined. And I really, really wasn’t looking forward to it.


I knew I had majorly fucked up.

The building we arrived to look like a small nightclub. But the outside lights were off like it was closed, obviously.

 The guy with the Mohawk open up the door and instructed baby face to follow suit. He pulled me out and started to walk in front of me towards the entrance of the club doors. On instinct, I let my eyes wander this way and that searching for a way out.

The guy with the Mohawk opened up his mouth to speak.,“don’t you-” I knew for sure he was going to finish the sentence with even think about running

But I already started .

Swiftly and roughly, the guy with the baby face grab me from behind and when he tried to pass me off to the guy with the Mohawk I responded by reaching up with my legs and kick him in the face… My heart sank when I noticed a few minutes later blood was dripping from his nose. Oh yeah, I was about to die.

But the guy with the Mohawk made no move to harm me physically. As GD laughed, the guy with the Mohawk started shouting obscenities in a different language, probably Japanese. And the guy with the baby face said nothing but I could hear his quiet chuckling behind me. I didn’t understand; what kind of gangsters were these?

The guy with the baby face followed Gd and the guy with the Mohawk to the club doors, and then GD unlocked it before walking in. I had tried with my legs to grab the door frame and hold on to it with my foot, but baby face roughly jerked me and pushed me forward.

The inside of the small club smelled of smoke and incense. Why they hadn’t bothered to cover my eyes or mouth was a mystery to me but now my throat hurt and I had stopped screaming I was exhausted by then. The walls were a blood orange red with some art pieces hanging up. I kind of got lost staring at them.

We followed Gd until he told baby face to stop then I was roughly pushed out to a lounge couch, with my hands tightly folded over my chest and babyface put his leg over mine and keep me from moving. The guy with the Mohawk was gagging and spitting out blood wiping out his nose furiously with the sleeves of his grey jacket.

After GD left to get 'the big boss’ the guy with the Mohawk furiously turned to me. In english, he said: “do you know how much this fucking jacket cost?” I stared at him for a while trying to give him my best tough girl look, but buckling and turning my head to look at the floor. Not because he scared me. But because I didn’t want to look at him right now, blood bothered me I didn’t give a single fuck about his jacket.

A part of me even hoped I broke his nose.

I had asked a million reasonable questions the whole ride there, and after failing to get answers like I wanted, I just gave up.

I still continue to stare at the ground when I heard voices heading our way. “ those kids just need a good ass whooping, maybe that’ll teach them to stay off of our turf.” said a smooth voice. Then a colder, deeper voice rang out with , “ wait a minute, wait a minute. You say she kicked him? Kicked Taeyang?” I couldn’t tell if his tone was impressed or not.

I even then cut my head down as he spoke though. I just wanted to get out of here! I didn’t deserve this I was literally walking downtown minding my own goddamn business when those monsters showed up. “ woah Shit.” Said the smoother voice. “ she looks like a little doll.”

“Hey sweetheart look here.” With that being said, I was suddenly looking up at Gd, he had my face in his unusually soft hands. And for a few minutes, I could only focus on him. My eyes scanned over his androgynous features; his captivating eyes and soft looking lips that we’re curved up in a smile. I swear I was getting lost, but then the deeper voice, the one I had heard earlier called out: “ look at me.”

I was hesitant at first, but then I let my eyes travel so I could match a voice to a face.

And then I choked on air of my breath was caught in my throat.

The man staring down at me was no doubt handsome, he had a stern look in his hard eyes. But a corner of his lip was tilted up in a sort of half moon smile as he looked down at me. But he wasn’t looking at me like I was some kind of interesting art piece, he was looking me up and down like a farmer getting ready to purchase cattle. Or how my brother would look at a slice of pizza. Which I guess is a kind of art piece on its own.

Either way it went, he was making me dangerously uncomfortable.

I didn’t know how gentle his hand would be, so I flinch when he reached out to take my face from Gd’s hands into his own. That caused him to chuckle.

“Stand up.” he demanded. All at once, I felt baby face’s arms release me and leg move away from mine. Then I was coaxed to my feet. the man with the cold eyes, sharp jawline, and handsome face tilted his head this way and that looking at me. My face still in his hand. Then he started to circle me.

Pretty soon they’re all circling me. Well, except the guy with the Mohawk he was sitting sourly on a chair hold it across to his nose and looking down at his phone, muttering. I noticed know how tall the man was. Taller than me, taller than most of the other gang members here. I felt like an ant. But besides that, I was getting fed up with them circling me.

In Korean, the men started to speak again. “What was she doing on that side of town?” asked the medium height one with the short black cropped hair. He actually sounded kind of concerned but most of it sounded like curiosity. GD was behind me now, he had shot his hands in his pockets but my face and automatically turned when he started speaking. “Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe Monsta X was just playing bully.” turning to him, I said in Korean, I told him. “I am telling the truth!”

Babyface stood up and looked at me. “Or Maybe she owes them something. I’m not saying she’s lying, but they might go after her again. They’re like little kids in time out; don’t like it when play time is over. Shownu might come for his toy again. Hell, he didn’t even get a chance to play with it.”

What the hell?! I really had nothing to do with this I don’t remember putting “ get caught in a turf war.” On my bucket list!

I was shaking. They were like wolves circling me. I decided to scream out of the tall one, the one of the smug smirk. He was the one who was obviously in charge. “Who are you are what’s going to stop those… Those monsters from coming after me again?! ” My questions it started up again and I demanded answers. I didn’t care how scared I was at the moment. Which was actually very scared.

The tall one smiled a little wider, like he was looking down at the most wonderful bowl of ice cream on a hot day. He straightened out his grey and black blazer and raised a sleek eyebrow. “You can call me TOP… And you, my little tiger lily.. You’re gonna be my girl.”

I can only imagine how wide my eyes were right now. That sentence, it would forever ring in my head. “Gonna be my girl.” I knew that my mouth was slightly ajar, but I couldn’t find the strength to close it. And I just stared at him like he was crazy. Not only was he probably years older than me, what he was a thug. And didn’t even know my name!

When I finally found my voice I shouted; “ what the hell? No!” The man with the cropped black hair, babyface, and the guy with the Mohawk looked slightly taken aback. My fear was suddenly being placed by adrenaline. Slowly, but surely.

“No?” Said the one who called himself T.O.P his sleek eyebrow raised and he began to look down at me in a scolding manner. “ yeah, you heard me I said no.” Even though I felt like I was about to piss myself, I stared into his eyes. His cold stare burning a hole in my face. But I held my own. But faltered a little when I heard GD scoff behind me and say. “Ooh Shit. She don’t know who she talking to.”

I clench my jaw and cross my arms as I shook my head slightly. “ look mister.” I started, “ I have literally nothing to do with this, I was minding my own business when those wannabe thugs showed up and started harassing me. So if you could show me the way to the highway so I can get myself home that would be great and if I could never see you again that would be even better.” I heard another scoff
from GD behind me.

 " I really hope they have room in the morgue.“

Now, I didn’t know what GD meant, but in my mind he would remain PI; professional instigator.

T.O.P took my face in his hand again, this time a little more roughly. ” no one’s ever refused me.“ He said in a low tone. His voice was very quiet but it reached my ears clearly. I know the conversation was English, and he was speaking it quite well. So I knew he understood me when I had said no.

"Hun, you’re in Gwangju, looking like a little doll. You think those boys are going to stop after one night? You think Gwangju doesn’t have other gangs here? you’re dead wrong.” I thought back to when one of the members of Monsta X had pulled a gun and held it to my face… And judging by how these guys help themselves, I knew that they would probably actually shoot me. I guess tonight I just got lucky.

T.O.P turned his head to his gang members and made a jerky movement with his head. As if on cue they jumped up in about face and exited the room from the other side. Leaving me and their leader alone. I watched after them with my eyes silently praying that GD or somebody else would come back and get me, take me with them because the more time I spent with this man, the more my stomach turned.

“Alright doll, ” T.O.P’s voice startled me. He had taken a step back to look me over again. I felt mentally violated and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. I kept my eyes locked on him the whole time, primarily his hands.

“L-look.” I called out shakily, I just wanted to get his attention. Maybe if I apologized really quickly and acted like a submissive little bitch, he would let me go. He would forget this night even happen and I will never have to see him again. But that meant that I would probably have to find work close to home too. But he was ignoring me for the time being. So I kept going anyways. “ this rivalry stuff is really none of my business! I was seriously just in the wrong place at the wrong time if you could just let me go-”

“Come sit down.” he said interrupting me, he sat down on the lounge couch with one leg crossed over the other comfortably, then he pat a spot next to him. “Come on, come sit.” I slowly walked over to where he was and sat down on the couch. In my mind I was actually coming up with the best lie to tell my mother for when I actually returned home. Really good excuse for why I was late. My mother never hit me before, I had a feeling that if the lie wasn’t good enough she would slap the living daylights out of me.

I set a ways away from him, and I didn’t look at them either. He draped an arm over the back of the couch. “What were you doing on this side of Gwanju?” He is placing his hand me my chin and told him I had to look up at him, on instinct I took my face out of his hands. “ no offense mr. But that’s none of your business, my name isn’t hun! It’s not baby its not Tiger Lily its not doll. I just want to go home.” T.O.P what a single, harsh chuckle and turned back to me.

“I already like you, and my name isn’t mister. It’s T.O.P or Choi, if you prefer.” he told me.“Alright then, Choi.” I mocked. He pursed his lips before turning to me. “You got spunk little one, what are you, like 19?”

“17.” Corrected at once. And then I saw something flicker in his eyes and he sucked his teeth and swore.

“Shit, super jail bait.” But then he looked back over at me in the same sentence, and my face with his eyes, and smiled slightly. “Fuck it, I’ll risk it.”

Risk it? Risk it?! Oh no. Oh no. My head was reeling with a million different questions once again. Choi suddenly looked at me… Well, no stared at me is more accurate. It was like he was deep in thought, thinking about something. “Alright. I think I can make this work.” he said at last. He stood up and then turned to me “Come on,” he told me. “Let’s go.”

Out of fear, and like a smart person who had some common sense I asked him where he was going to take me. He actually didn’t answer me at first, he pulled me up by my arm and drag me through the club opposite the way of where his gang members went. He dragged me into the heart of the club where the dance floor was and I realize that the club was a lot bigger than I thought it was. The floor was clean, spacious, and there was a stage with a large stereo system off to the side. On the opposite side of this room there was of course, a bar. That’s where he dragged me. Behind the bar , there was a single door. Choi quickly opened it and pushed me through. even when he turned on the light, it took me awhile to realize that it was a garage.

“Pick one.” he said behind me. I turned to look at him in question and he gave me a kind of 'duh’ look as he gestured to the line of cars.

Understanding, I slowly approached the red car. It was as read as the walls in the club. Choi purred a little in approval. “The Fisker Karma. Good eye.” He told me. I rolled my eyes, enough god damn games!

“Where are you taking me?!” I said more forcefully. “ I figured mommy and daddy are for sure worried by now, little princess. So I’m taking you home obviously.” How the hell were his actions in any way obvious?

“How do I know that’s what you’re really doing?” In a suspicious tone. It was true that my brother was the one who got more paranoid more often than not. But his hunches were almost never wrong about things, and because of that I always listen to him and it caused me to be wary of people as well. My dad was that way too. Never to be overly trusting, always to be wary of others. Always suspicious.

Choi pulled out aqui seemingly out of nowhere and unlock the car. “ I’m a lot of things.” He began to say to me as he opened up the side door for me. “ that includes being a man of my word, I said I was going to take you home so that’s what I’m going to do. Now hush up and get in.”

I stared at him for a little while, and he stared back at me this whole night has been full of intimidating stares, empty threats, confusion and frustration. But finally after believing him, I got into the car. I just hope it didn’t turn into some kind of alpha dog situation.

For the most part of the ride, aside from giving him directions, I stayed quiet. And I didn’t look at him. I felt it hard to look at him right now or at all I didn’t know this gangster, lobster or whatever. & I didn’t want to. his whole aura has spilled onto the floor then it yelled danger. I knew my dad is watching over me right now, which is probably why I had gotten away without getting shot or hurt anyway. But I had to ask myself what he was thinking right now. What would you say to me?

Thinking about my dad, thinking about what he would probably say to me if you know what was going on. What he was saying it mean if I was 3 hours past curfew and hadn’t called him. Made me cry. I didn’t mean to tear up in front of this gangster, but I couldn’t help it. The overwhelming sensation of fear, worry and nostalgia has finally caught up with me. And then warm salty drops of water started to fall down my cheeks.

“Hey, look, hun. Im not gonna hurt you. You don’t have to cry look I’m following your instructions just the way you told me to.” said T.O.P beside me. I sniffled. “It’s not that.” I told him and then quickly made up a lie; “it’s just been a really long night.” Why was I telling him is this? He didn’t care. So I sat back in the seat and looked out the window until it was time for me to give him his next direction.

“…what’s your name?” Surprised, I turned glanced at him for a few seconds. It would have been almost an hour and a half and it was the first time he was asking that question. Jerk.

“Amaryllis.” I answered. Choi hummed in thought and made a turn where I told him to before responding. “ amaryllis, that’s kind of pretty.” I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit. I quickly and quietly thank him and then set up window area start to look even more familiar to me. I panic at the thought of him knowing where I lived, I definitely didn’t want that so I told him to stop at a bus stop near the neighborhood.

“Here?” he asked me. “Why here?” What happened if I told him I didn’t want him to know where I lived? Oh well, who the hell cares.

“Ah. Um, I’ll walk from here. I’m probably already in trouble, I don’t want to show up with some man in a strange car. My mom will certainly blow her top like some maternal volcano.” I thanked him for the ride as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and tossed the strap over my shoulder securely. I special to screen when I felt Choi’s hand on my arm. He pulled me back into him so close our lips are inches apart. I really didn’t know how I felt about him kissing me even though he hadn’t even done it yet. “Don’t think this is goodbye. ” he mumbled in a low tone, he stared deep into my eyes and his half moon smirk was back on his face.

“ this ain’t over and I will find you again my little lady. Got it?” I quickly looked down at his hand on my arm in a vice like grip. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Feeling obligated, I nodded my head and under a single obedient. “I understand.” looking pleased with my answer, Choi also nodded. “Good girl. I’ll be seeing you, ight?” with that, he let me go. I still back on the sidewalk and watch the gave me a final swift hard before driving away. And then I walked the opposite way towards the house.

Hopefully my lie would satisfy my mother.

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Doctor Who, rated G, ~2000 words, Thoschei/Twissy implied

Just a fun little thing I wrote about Theta Sigma, Koschei and bottle of black nail polish. 

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My Musings: Headcanon: Hubby Keito

Featuring: Job Support | Danish & Coffee | Snuggle | Bath | Kisses

–He is fully supportive of you having a job that you love, except for when he’s off work and you aren’t and then he tends to become a petulant child who just wants his wife to be home with him no matter what. STOMP.

–He has always tried to never schedule things early so he could spend the first few minutes of your day with you. He’d wake up before you most days, carefully moving to ‘sneak’ out of the house and run to a local pastry shop so he could purchase your favorite danish and specialty coffee. He would come home, stealthily put the pastry onto one of your plates, pour the coffee into your favorite mug and wake you up with a kiss.

You blink softly, trying to focus as the bed dips a little and you roll slightly to the side, the image above you a blur as the light from the window makes it look like Keito has a soft, white glow around him, crowning him in light that makes him look like an angel.

Well, he really is an angel, after all.

You stretch, making a small squeaking sound, which makes him giggle, then lift your arms to pull Keito down to you, his smile already bright. He purrs into your hug, holding his weight off of you with his arms as he flutters shy kisses across your cheeks and nose before he finds your lips–a quick kiss before he starts pulling backward, much to your dismay and grumpy protesting.

“You only have twenty minutes for breakfast this morning,” he glanced to look at the clock, “well, eighteen now.”

You reluctantly release him, pouting a bit before your eyes land on the tray he’s moving to sit in your lap, picking up the flower inhaling it’s soft fragrance, the same flower that you know for a fact he clipped off your neighbors bush, having heard him discuss the action with the neighbor ages ago.

I’ll help you keep your yard tended to if I may take a flower from the garden once each day while they are blooming.

Keito had kept his promise and for the two years you’d been married he had helped the neighbor during all seasons with plants of all types. This year he planned to plant his own garden with the neighbor’s guidance!

“Oh, smells so good!” you smiled as the scent wafted up and your mouth watered.

He nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you prepare to eat, “You should quit your job, I make plenty to take care of us,” he mumbled, and you sighed softly.

“Keito, you know I love my job…I don’t work for the money…”

“I know…” he can’t stop the whine from echoing through the room, then looks down ashamed, “…I’m sorry,” he looks up at you, sincerity in his eyes. 

He smiles as he watches you take the first bite of the danish, humming in satisfaction, smiling as you take a sip of the coffee, making a big show of how much you’re enjoying it.

“I just wish you could stay here,” his voice was whiny and sad, and it made your heart clench, “it’s weird on days when I’m off…I get so bored and lonely when you are at work when I’m home,” he pouted a bit, reaching over to wipe a crumb from your lip, “It’s selfish though, I’m sorry I keep bringing it up.”

“I wish I could stay here with you, too, one day I will, you know?” You smile, reassuring him that his future plans are your future plans, “…but you’re gone too much and I would be lonely and bored when you’d be gone.”

“I know,” he nodded, because he did know–it didn’t stop him from wanting to beg you to not go when he knew the day loomed ahead of him without you there. 

He absently wondered what Yama-chan was doing today.

“One day, my days will be full and busy, with household needs, and children around my feet,” you murmurred, your voice soft, “…and then, I’ll be home with you all the time.”

Keito turned to look at you as he smiled brightly, his mood changed almost instantly as visions of your future flashed before his eyes, a time where you’d vacation to exotic locations, go on picnics in the park, and you’d be trailed by a miniature baby-Keito-faced boy and girl, his voice teasing and light when he spoke, “Plus, you couldn’t enjoy my homemade danishes and freshly ground brewed coffee if you didn’t have to get up for work.”

You nodded, grinning as you took another bite, chewing thoughtfully, then murmuring, “You are such a talented chef–these are always so delicious–my favorite, and the coffee is always just perfect, thank you for getting up super early and working so hard to bake for me and take such good care of me!”

Of course, he knew that you knew where the source of the food and drink came from, but since your honeymoon you had played along with him being the cook who made it all. It had never occurred to you to say otherwise, and you loved the way it made him smile so brightly.

“Call Yamada-san,” you mumble, shifting the tray off your lap to get up, “You two go do something.”

“I guess,” he frowned, looking at your legs that were peeking out from the covers as you moved, his finger reaching out to touch the soft skin wistfully, “He’s a terrible substitute for you–his skin isn’t nearly as soft as yours.”

You pause, looking at him blankly, “Creepy as hell, Keito.”

You both laugh because this is normal banter, as you’ve often teased him that you didn’t have to worry about another woman coming between the two of you, it would be Ryosuke. That said, you loved their friendship and Keito needed a good friend like Yamada, so you’d always encouraged them to spend time together.

You sit up, crawling down the bed, shuffling your knees until you’re beside him, squealing as he grabs you and pulls you into his lap sideways, “Darling, there’s no substitute for you.”

His voice was soft, a mere whisper before he kissed you softly, his mouth smooth and gentle as he hummed, one hand twisting into your hair, as your body flushed from his attention.

Maybe this is a good time to use one of my sick days after all.

–He is a snuggle bear and would insist that he be touching you if you are within five feet of one another. This isn’t a possessive trait, as he has no worries about your relationship–it is actually because your presence soothes him and sometimes he really just wants to remind himself that you’re real, and his.

–He would make sure your house had a large bathroom with a garden tub, and it would have live flowers sitting on stands throughout, with large windows that let in sun and moon light, with scented candles for when it was night, and when you were exceptionally stressed he would run you a hot bubble bath with soothing oils and salts in it. He would make sure you had a glass with your favorite drink, and soft music that you love in the background. When you were ready to get out he’ll appear with a towel that is warm and fluffy from the dryer, wrapping you up tightly and kissing your heat pinked shoulder softly as he tell you how much he loves you.

–Many times when you arrive home from work there will be a small candy dish, and inside of it will be one or more Hershey’s Kisses. It is Keito’s habit that he will carefully unwrap the kisses–replacing the paper with his own handwritten ones, and then just as carefully re-wrap and twist the kisses. The papers will say things like 'I love you’, 'you’re pretty’, 'take this kiss until I get home’, and 'I’m glad you’re my wife!’. You’ve never seen him work on these, and you have no idea how he sets them out without you noticing, but it’s one of your favorite things and you have a small box with all of the papers tucked away safely in your dresser drawer.

Wolfstar AU- Discotechque (cont)

The blare of the alarm bounced against his head like a million tiny hammers. He tried ignoring the intrusive sound, burying his head further into his pillow but to no avail. Growling in frustration, Sirius forced his eyes open, grabbed the moon-shaped clock and shut it off gently despite his urge to hurl it across the room.

The gnawing effects of a hangover began to hit Sirius and he promptly made up his mind to go back to bed. He had just drawn the blanket up to his chin when he froze. There was someone lying next to him.

In one swift motion, Sirius whipped off the covers and stifled a high pitched scream.

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anonymous asked:

My favorite class is Titan. But from I saw in the promo videos (and new classes) makes me want to roll Warlock in D2. That fiery angel class and new void abilities look great. What do you think?

I am full on Titan main. But a lot of followers know, I love seraphim. With that (presumably) exotic chest piece that warlocks get that give them six angel wings (like a seraph) PLUS their new Dawn Blade angel of fire and death, it makes me very tempted to roll a Warlock. 

In the end, I will make one of each class anyway. But instead of having time spent this way: Titan > Hunter > Warlock. I will probably spend it this way: Titan > Warlock > Hunter.

anonymous asked:

hey can i ask something? i have a green cheek conure who ive had since i was 8 (im 12 now) and i haven't been able to care for her consistently because of depression, lack of energy, and forgetfulness. i keep asking my mom to care for her, since i know the responsibility of exotic animal care should never be put on a kid, but she keeps telling me to do everything. if i tried to rehome her i'd get super guilt tripped and id miss her so much.. what should i do? is my mom right?


this is a hard question to answer.

really as you were 8 when you got your conure you would have been too young then to understand the commitment and time taken to look after your bird. So your Mum should have taken responsibility then to teach you about how to care for your conure properly & not have gotten you a bird if she thought you would be unable to commit to caring for it.

I do believe your Mum should help you more. But it sounds like she is not willing to.

so my advice is either:

1. sum up whether you can give the conure enough attention, love, toys etc to keep her happy OR whether it would be better for your conure to go to a new home. If deciding to rehome her its important you find the right home and someone who can give her the attention she needs as you don’t want her ending up in a worse situation.

2. if you feel you can’t or don’t want to rehome her and her care is your responsibility because your mum wont help them maybe you need to think of ways to make caring for her easier.

I understand how you feel as i too in the past have felt sometimes my pets don’t get cared for as well as id like due to being too busy or not having the energy but I have to remind myself that my animals are a very special part of my life that make me very happy, they are worth the time and effort & that sometimes my guilt or fear that I’m not giving them enough  attention is not true as I do have enough time and i can make time.

so if you need a few tips that will help you fit your conure into your life easier here is what I do to manage my pets while having lots of other commitments.

1. Set reminders in your phone to give fresh food and water every morning. Wake up 10 minutes earlier for school so you have the time to say a quick hello and feed your conure.

2. When you come home from school before you decide to sit down and watch netflix or do something for yourself take 15 minutes to go spend time with her. 15 minutes is better than nothing. 

3. Have a set day that you clean her cage every week. For me this is usually Saturday. Set a reminder in your phone or write yourself a note in your diary. 

4. if she’s hand tame and you like to get her out of her cage let her come and sit with you while you read a book or watch tv!