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Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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anonymous asked:

hi!!!!! can I please request for a minhyun college au? I am addicted to your writing (・´з`・) thank you in advance xxx

for nu’est ive decided it’d be cool to make them all medical students!! so consider it residency-college!au LOL~

  • specialty: minhyun is doing his residency in dermatology  
  • is known as the “pretty boy” of the unit and other residents are always joking that patients favor him because,,,,,,,,well one he has gorgeous skin,,,,,,,but everything else about him is literally just as gorgeous
  • is really sweet and tries his best to be polite,,,,,,even if taking another 10 hour shift is literally going to Kill Him,,,,,minhyun just smiles and is like : ) it’s fine : ) im fine
  • his superiors like him the most and their favoritism shows because guess who doesn’t get yelled out for taking a five minute snack break? it’s minhyun
  • but even though he comes off so mannered and mature,,,,,he has a lil nerdy side,,,,,like his phone background is always his cute niece and him but one day someone noticed that his lock screen was literally a screenshot from the transformers movie,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,
  • everyone keeps asking if he’s dating and minhyun is just like,,,,i,,,,,d,,dating?!?!?!?! and they’re like oh my god you have the face and you’re telling us you haven’t used it yet
  • and minhyun is like ?!?! i use it everyday to eat, to read - and everyone is like oh jesus no that’s nOT WHat we MEANT
  • but if anyone as much as dares to try to do ‘corrupt’ minhyun (as dongho affectionately refers to it) minhyun just turns pink and bites his lips and is like i!! don’t know anything about that,,,,,
  • boy is already in residency and sometimes if a patient get too close he has to excuse himself,,,,,,,soft boy
  • speaking of dongho and the rest of nu’est they all do residency in the same hospital so every now and then they’ll meet up to eat lunch outside
  • and everyone swoons because they’re the ~visual residents~ a group of goodlooking guys in white doctors coats,,,,,,what a dREAM
  • and then dongho gets crumbs all over his scrubs and minhyun is like come here i need to clean it - don’t you dare run from me- come bacK
  • is really good at his job though, so much so that people are like he doesn’t even need to do residency he knows sO MUCh
  • graduated at the top of his class in med school, still studies as diligently as before, literally takes notes on e v e r y t h i n g the doctors say
  • jr jokes that when minhyun opens his own dermatology clinic he should give all of them face lifts but minhyun is like,,,,,,,,im not doing that im doing immunodermatology wanna hear what i learned about leprosy-
  • jr: i gtg rn i was just trying to make a joke i am so sorry
  • anyway you also work in the hospital,,,,,but not as a resident or anything you’re actually in the tech department
  • and you know about minhyun because how can you not,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,he’s called the tech department like a minimum of twenty times a week because for some reason he’s super smart
  • but takes like ten years to type in a patients chart notes and he’s always getting a bit confused with the hospitals interface
  • and you,,,,,,,dont mind being the one called to help him i mean like have you /SEEN/ him  
  • just standing beside him is like basking in the sunlights glow and u dont mind. not one bit. tbh u r not gonna like lie when u see a call from the dermatology dept u basically fight people for the phone
  • buuuuut you also know that it’s a one sided kinda thing,,,because minhyun could have anyone,,,,,,,literally 
  • u can tell from the fact that his lab coats pockets are always full of candy, letters, and more that both patients and staff give him and yeah it makes ur heart sink a bit but like,,,,
  • whatever the short moment where you get to stand beside him at the desk and tell him (for the 15th time) how to reset the scheduling system works like,,,,,it’s enough
  • which is why when you get called down again, minhyun voice sounding apologetic over the phone u cheerily tell him it’s no problem - you’ll be right down to see what happened 
  • but since the elevator is taking too long u decide to go down the stairs where,,,,you hear voices echoing as you get closer to the floor ur supposed to meet minhyun on
  • and???? they sound familiar,,,,,one is obviously dongho’s,,,,,and the other???? minhyun?
  • and u stop your steps,,,listening to their echoing words 
  • “are you going to ask them? minhyun it’s been two weeks since you decided to say something and you’re still putting it off.”
  • “,,,,,what if they don’t like me-”
  • you blink,,,,wondering if you’re hearing another voice,,,,,and it is,,,,this one belongs to another resident. ren
  • “minhyun, seriously you’re handsome. i dont say that a lot. but ur handsome. very handsome. look at me minhyun does it look like i would lie.”
  • and finally,,,,the calmest voice of the bunch belong to jr: “you should go for it. i think they like you too.”
  • and you’re not sure what else they say because the door opens and a couple of nurses rush by you, their footsteps making noise
  • and in your head you’re wondering,,,,,,who is it that minhyun likes,,,,,,,
  • but not wanting to get lost in your thoughts you rush down coming out into the dermatology dept and seeing minhyun leaning against the wall near the elevators. 
  • you pat his shoulder,,making him jump a bit and the both of you breaking into blushing apologizes but then he mumbles that he’s pretty sure something is going on with the vital monitor
  • and you go inside the room to check it out
  • and as you’re doing your work,,,,you don’t notice minhyun bite his lip,,,,shy eyes trying to avoid your figure in the center of the room
  • quietly fidgeting with his name tag pinned to his collar
  • and when you turn, smile on your face “done! it just got unhooked-”
  • “are you free,,,,,on sunday?”
  • minhyun’s sudden question catches you off guard and you’re like w-what?? and he’s like,,,,,,,, “i-,,,,i have a shift,,,,but i can- it ends at 8 so i could take u to dinner,,,,,maybe,,,,,-”
  • minhyun,,,,with all his pretty features and polite personality cannot seem to stutter out a date invitation 
  • but,,,,you also cant believe ur ears???? the person minhyun liked?????was you???
  • and you’re like “d-don’t you not have many free days? you should rest-”
  • “it’s ok! i want to,,,,,spend it with you.”
  • there’s something of a shy smile on his face,,,,but his eyes are nervous and you’re always feeling your palms sweat
  • because god u really want to say yes,,,,the happiness in your stomach is turning to butterflies,,,,,but you also know that minhyun should rest
  • so you go “ok,,,,,but how about we do something simple,,,,like watch a movie at my place?”
  • and minhyun almost turns cherry red at the mention of coming over and he refuses,,,,,saying it’d be un-gentlemen-y of him but ur just like pleassse it’s fine
  • safe to say you guys do have that date at your place but you purposly pick a boring movie so minhyun falls asleep fifteen minutes in and you let the tired med student sleep soundly on your shoulder as you do your own thing
  • and ofc when he wakes up minhyun is a mess of “im sorrys” and “im not a creep i promise” but u just laugh and tell him it’s ok,,,,,it was a perfect first date because u were able to see him rest
  • which honestly just makes minhyun’s heart flutter even more about you,,,,,on the way home he texts ren and is like “i think they’re an angel,,,,,,,”
  • dating med student!minhyun is slow at first because he’s surprisingly shy about pda or skinship,,,,,to the point where when he first holds ur hand he has to let go 5 minutes later and be like “its not that i dont want to,,,its just,,,,,my hand got sweat and i didnt want u to think thats gross-” and u had to grab his hand back and be like idc if its sweaty i want to hold it forever, minhyun once he gets more comfortable has a habit for always dusting off your uniform or tucking strands of your hair back because he thinks u look cute when ur all neat and whatnot, tbh dongho and jr tell minhyun it might be a lil weird but u like it,,,its minhyun’s personality so u accept it, since he works super long hours u dont really get to see each other often but minhyun really likes it when u text him what ur doing after work esp if u include pictures, at first he’d just be like oh! cool :D or looks yummy! but as you two get closer he’ll kinda be a little sappy saying things like even your silhouette is pretty or i wish i could be beside you right now, a constant struggle is showing people photos of you and minhyun together looking cute in the hospital lobby doing peace signs and ur like that’s my boyfriend! and people are like no no no thats a celebrity honey and ur like,,,no,,,,,no he’s my bf,,,,,,,basically people r just really shocked because minhyun’s visuals are no joke, whenever someone confesses to minhyun whether it’s a patient or a staff he gets all embarrassed but also secretly reaLLY likes saying he has a significant other that he is head over heels for, ren makes fun of him so much for it he imitates his voice and calls out ur name and is like head !!! oveR HEELs~~~!! and minhyun is like pLEASE and ren is just kiss kiss love love u two are sooooo corny, on an anniversary minhyun had work but he sent you a video of him playing on the piano and singing your favorite love song and it legitimately made you tear up, does this thing where when he gets really really tired he’ll never admit it but one kiss from you makes it feel like he can take on the WORLD, an exchange resident named aaron comes to visit and minhyun introduces you to him and is like he’s my bff and aaron is just like “so what base have you and minhyun reac-oK FINE I WONT ASK”, those rare times where residents get more than a day off minhyun always insists on doing the absolute most for you and sometimes you have to literally argue with him to let you do something because he works so hard you want to support him and make it easy, you cooked for him once and you can’t tell if him telling you he LOVED it was fake or real,,,,,,,you guys got matching sweaters from the nu’est boys as a gift and they’re bright pink and corny and minhyun refuses to wear them until you giggled and put it on and minhyun melts for anything you do so he was like ok FINE, surprised you once by pulling you into a storage closet at the hospital and letting a hand slip up your shirt and you were like minhyun?? ?against his neck and he,,,,,couldn’t keep it up you felt his cheeks go hot and he was a stuttering mess like ten minutes in but he was also like i just,,,i really wanted you i dont know what came over me ,,,,,WHAT A FREAKING CUTIE AMIRIGHT THO,,,,promises that once he is done with residency he’s going to get a good job and take you on vacation for never leaving his side through the hardest years of his life and you just kiss his nose and tell him not to worry about it,,,,,but seriously the only thing on minhyun’s mind sometimes (which he finds fascinating) is how much he really rEALLY wants to make you happy,,,,,,,,,,he wants a future,,,,with you 

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Date ‘n Ditch

“Well. This is awkward.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“… What should we do?”

“Ain’t much we can do, unless you wanna go tell ‘em to stop.”

“As if!”

“Answered your own question then, didn’t ya Kagome?”

“But we can’t just sit here. It feels so… intrusive.”

“Keh! They’re the ones being gross in public. It’s their own fault if they get an audience.”

“I mean, I know they haven’t seen each other for awhile, but… it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces.”

“More like eat each other’s tongues.”


“Tell it to those two!”

“This is the last time I ever go anywhere with Sango and Miroku.”


“They’re just… so…”


“… publicly affectionate.”

“Yeah, gross.”

“How’d you get roped into being here, Inuyasha?”

“I’m Miroku’s ride. You?”

“Sango and I had a movie date, but, well, the plans changed when Miroku called at the last minute.”


“I really wouldn’t have minded if Sango cancelled our plans. I know how weird Miroku’s work schedule has been, and it’s hard for them to have time together… but I think she felt bad about it, and kept insisting I should come along. Kinda wish I’d said no.”

“You shoulda said ’fuck no.’”

“… I won’t argue with you there.”

“This is really putting me off my food.”


“The whole restaurant is staring at us.”

“I guess it’s dinner and a show.”

“Ugh, don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me more nauseous than I already am.”


“… goddamn, did his hand just…?”


“And did she just—”

“Looks like it.”

“… fucking gross.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t been kicked out of here yet.”

“… You know what? Fuck this. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Go?”

“Let’s get out of here. Just 'cuz those two won’t get a room doesn’t mean we have to sit here and watch 'em.”

“You want us to ditch our friends?”

“Like they’d even care.”


“We could start a knife fight in here and they wouldn’t notice. I mean, look at them.”

“… yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Fucking finally. Don’t forget your coat.”

“What about the tab?”

“Let them deal with it.”

“I dunno, that doesn’t seem very—”

“We’ll pay 'em back later, let’s just go before I start puking.”

“All right. Where should we go?”

“We can hit that movie you and Sango were gonna see.”

“Works for me.”

“… we could get dinner afterwards, too. If, y'know, we’re hungry or whatever.”

“… Inuyasha, are you asking me on a date?”

“Keh! No. I’m rescuing your ass from our disgusting friends.”

“Ah. I see.”

“It ain’t a date.”


“It ain’t.”

“I believe you.”





“… if it were a date—which it isn’t, okay?—but if it were, would you, er…”



“Yes, I’d go with you.”

“… right. Okay. That’s, um, cool.”



“Will you go on a date with me?”

“… Fuck yes.”  

Thought I’d try my hand at my own dialogue challenge. :3

Jungkook Imagine (Angst)

Title: Clearing Conffesions

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook

Request: Can you write an imagine where you’re in love with Jungkook and he is your best friend but then he asks you to set him up with your coworker right when you’re about to confess so you lash out at him and he’s completely confused. Can it have a fluffy ending with him telling you he just wanted to date so he could get over you.



I walk over to the bench at the clearing over the hill; our spot. It’s been Jungkook’s and I’s meeting place since we were kids. We used to have picnics on the small patch of grass behind the mess of trees that concealed us, making us feel like we were in our own world.

I grip the piece of paper I hold in my hand tightly. I didn’t sleep a wink last night as I was writing it. My love letter.

I’ve loved my best friend Jeon Jungkook for the last seven years. I don’t even remember when I started developing feelings for him. It might have been when he stood up to a teacher for me in the sixth grade, or when he hugged me after I ran out of class crying about an embarrassing presentation. Neither of those memories would be memorable in a positive way had Jungkook not been there. He’s always been a kind and caring friend. He’s smart and funny and understanding and I’m not going to lie, super stubborn at times but I love that about him. I love that you really have to convince him to change his mind. Sometimes it’s upsetting to see him so defensive but when he begins to given in, he has this cute pout that I can never get over. I love his smile and his laugh and the way he says my name when he’s really tired or really excited. I just love him.

I decided yesterday that I didn’t want him to not know how I felt. I’ve shared every secret that I’ve ever had with him. Every single one except this one. I want him to know how much he means to me, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.

I was about to text him this morning to meet up but he ended up texting me first, saying that he needed to talk.

I start to feel nervous as I approach the clearing. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. I can’t lose him.

I stop for a second and breathe in and out. I open up my letter and read the first line. “Jeon Jungkook you are an absolute dork….. and I love you.”

I keep walking. I enter the clearing to see Jungkook sitting on our bench, his attention on his phone. Probably playing Crossy Road since I broke his high score. Did I mention he’s very competitive?

“Hey,” I say, sitting next to him.

“Hey,” he says lightly, not looking up from his phone. “One sec, I’m about to demolish your high score.”

I look over his shoulder. He’s approaching my score. I fight the urge to jerk into him and disrupt his focus.

He’s about to beat my score when he gets hit by an oncoming train.

“No!” He screams and I burst into a fit of laughter.

Jungkook just stares at me, trying to look upset but I can tell he really isn’t because he’s fighting a smile.

I lean in close and look him in the eye. “So tell me Kookie, how does it feel to lose I mean I wouldn’t know ‘cuz I always win.”

“Yeah, yeah” he says brushing me off, feigning irritation.

“I’ll beat you next time.”

He looks over at my hand and sees the letter.

“What’s that?”

I immediately feel my cheeks burn up and pull away.

“Umm.I-it’s umm..”

C'mon I practiced this!

“What did you want to tell me?” I ask, changing the subject.

Jungkook turns to face me and leans on the opposite side of the bench.

“Jimin wants me to go on a double date with him next week and I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to ask out Lisa. Your friends with her; could you set it up for me?”

I feel my heart clench in my chest.

“Lisa?” I try to keep my voice leveled.

“Yeah. I know you guys work together so I was hoping you could chat me up or at least tell her I like her.”

He likes her. Lisa is absolutely beautiful. She has the perfect body and has that perfect soundboard laugh whereas I am average weight and I laugh like a hyena. Of course he likes her. It makes sense. It hurts but to be honest Jungkook would be with someone like her.

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks pulling me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay what’s wrong.”

I look down at hands trying to keep myself from crying and then I notice the letter in my lap. A furious fire builds up replacing the flood of sadness in my chest.

“Lisa wouldn’t be interested in you.” I say coldly.

Jungkook looks taken aback. I never really act like this with him.

“Why not?” He asks defensively,

“Because you’re you!” I exclaim, throwing my hand in the air as if I am pointing out the obvious. He looks hurt but I go on.

“Why would she go on a date with you. Lisa is basically perfect and you, you’re late for school every morning. You’re always on your phone playing stupid games. You snore in your sleep but not the weird gross obnoxious snore it’s more like heavy breathing with small snores every few minutes. And you are always doodling anime and sometimes you doodle on my arm and tell me that you want to see it on me the next day so I have to make sure I don’t scrub it off in the shower and you don’t even know how difficult that is but sometimes I don’t even care because I want to keep them too. You love to spoil shows. It’s like you don’t even mean to but you’re just so excited it comes out. And you are always taking other people’s sides when I talk about how terrible they are because you are just so kind you can never see someone as completely at fault. You- you, you are so completely oblivious to how I feel about you!. I love you!”

Jungkook’s mouth hangs agar.

"Y/n..” he breathes. “I-”

But I don’t let him finish. I’m already up, my letter tumbling to the ground.

Tears brim in my eyes but I look away so he doesn’t see me cry.

“No, you know what? I don’t think you’re oblivious. You just don’t feel the same way.”

I race out of the clearing as fast as I can. Away from Jungkook. Away from my best friend. Away from my first love.



Hey there!

Hope you like my first imagine. Let me know if you have any requests or want a part 2 or any other comments!

Thanks for reading ;)


Long Day - Request

Requested by anon: Hey you, could you do a Sherlock x reader where they both had a long day and when they come home they fall into bed and it becomes really fluffy? (You can also turn it into smut if you want to)
& anon: Can you do a one shot where the reader and Sherlock have sex but it’s really passionate and intimate and she rides him with lots of fluff too Please?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader. 

Word count: 1,567

Warnings: Soft smut.

A/N: Because of what I read throughout the whole morning, I’m feeling intellectual and poetic which resulted in this (Damn you, Oscar Wilde), also I learned a bunch of new words that I can’t wait to use.


Originally posted by sherlocksbitontheside

There were days when the world and life itself would conspire against one and make sure it’s crappy and long. That day, it happened to both (Y/N) and Sherlock.

Not only was the traffic a pain in the arse, but people in general. Like the ones Sherlock tried to interrogate for his case, or the many clients (Y/N) received. Less to say, the awful weather they encountered and the multiple car accidents that seemed to be blocking the way back to Baker Street.

But they were finally home.

They didn’t hesitate to take their wet clothes off, replacing them with their pyjamas and fell into bed, allowing a sigh of relief to leave their lips.

“Long day.” Sherlock informed.

“Same here.” She breathed out heavily, “The last client spelled his name wrong… His own name!” She hissed.

“My witnesses were a blind 90 year old woman and a 3 year old toddler that insisted in calling me Princess Holmes after she heard me talk about my mind palace.” Sherlock shuddered, “She then begged me to take her there.”

(Y/N) giggled. “My first client wrote backwards… Literally.”

“The old woman insisted in speaking old English… And she didn’t even know how. She confused thy with thee…” Sherlock said.

“Another one wanted to pay me with a yellow umbrella… Worse part was that it had a whole in the middle.” Sherlock giggled this time.

“The toddler made a drawing of me in a pink dress entering the mind palace.” He reached out to the floor where he had dropped his pocket. “I have it here, actually.”

It in fact had Sherlock wearing a pink gown and a crown, outside a pink palace with a huge brain on upper tower.

“So that’s how you would look like in a dress…” (Y/N) joked. Sherlock laughed loudly and put the drawing away.

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I really….don’t think they’d just drool all over their pearls while holding them to add to them

there’s no way they would turn out perfectly spherical, There’s no way to fucking hold them without getting claw marks/fingerprints/dust all in them, WHAT IF YOU JUST DROPPED IT WHILE IT WAS DRYING.  FUCKIN SAND AND SHIT ALL IN UR PEARL.  AWFUL.

So I’m thinkin.  They have a pouch in their mouth.  They just stick the whole pearl in their mouth like a jawbreaker when they wanna add to it.  Just a nice soft clean pouch where it can stay until it rehardens with no contamination(i mean unless a pc is gross and stores other things in there when they’re not using it).  PCs can/have to dislocate their jaws like snakes to get it in there.  

They also sometimes just put it in there for safekeeping when they need their hands for other things, but it’s considered rude to carry it like that in a social setting(makes it a bit hard to talk, is very guarded/untrusting body language, also just makes you look weird and lumpy)

My PC gentriarch, Ezra, with pearl in their pearly pouch:

Shape of You - Ed Sheeran

Word Count: 2054

Requested: By Anon

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks but I have never done anything like this before. Let me know if you guys like it. I’m also not using all the lyrics. I also got a bit carried away, let me know if there should be a part 2??

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover

So the bar is where I go

You walk into your local bar with your friends ready for a good night. You heard that a semi famous band are playing tonight but you haven’t heard what their name is. Your friends and you set yourself up in a little booth close to the stage. Two of your friends, Taylor and Ruby, head off to the bar to get drinks for all of you. While you wait for your other friends to come back you sit with the other friend, Michone.

“I wonder who is playing tonight.” I say to Michone.

“Yeah I hope they are good.” She said back.

You look over at the stage to see a man setting up the stage for the performer. It was just a local man playing with his guitar. Michone and I sit there listening to the sweet tone.

Taylor and Ruby come back to the table with some shots.

“Shots!” They yell.

You grab one and swallow it straight away.

Me and my friends at the table doing shots

Drinking fast and then we talk slow

The man on the stage finishes his last song and the club start to play their songs when you finish your 4th shot feeling a bit tipsy. Your friends head to the dancefloor and ask if you want to join.

“I’ll be there in a second.” You answer.

You walk up to the bar and sit on the stool. Striking a little conversation with the bar tender. You feel someone sit next to you on the stool.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me

And trust me I’ll give it a chance now


“What’s a lovely lady doing at the bar all alone?” The man asks.

You turn your head around to be met with no other than the famous Joshua Dun. Man he looks good up this close.

“Y-your Josh Dun.” You say, stuttering a little.

“Sure am, are you a fan? What’s your name?” He asks with his squinty smile.

“My name is Y/N and I am a huge fan, you guys helped me through so much so thank you.” You say honestly.

“Well that means a lot. Do you want to dance, Y/N?” He asks you.

“I’d love to, uh I mean sure.”

You both get up and head to the dance floor.

               And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like.

               Girl, you know I want your love

               Your love was handmade for somebody like me


You start dancing with Josh and he spins you around so your back is against him. You start to move against his body feeling the music. You start to sing along enjoying this moment. You turn back around to face him and you grab the back of his neck and dance with him. A few songs later and your friends come over to you.

Come on now, follow my lead

I may be crazy, don’t mind me

“Hey, Y/N we are heading off. Are you coming?” Ruby asks.

“Um.” You say while looking over at Josh.

“No it’s okay, I got her.” Josh answered.

Michone gives you a look to say ‘holy crap that’s Joshua Dun’. You nod at her and smile widely. After they left Josh turned to you.

“I would love to get to know you more Y/N. Do you want to come back to mine to hang?” He asks.

“Sure. I would love to get to know you too. You aren’t going to kill me are you?”

“No. Definitely not. I promise.” He laughs.

“Okay. Well let’s go.”

He smiles and grabs your hand taking you outside and to his car. The ride to his house was full of laughter and stories.

“And she turned around to me and yelled right in my face and spit went everywhere. It was so gross.” Josh was telling you a story.

“Man that’s so bad.” You say while laughing.

Josh moves his hand over to your thigh and laughs. You look at his hand and blush. You guys make it back to his house and enter.

“Wow, what an amazing place you have here. Do you share it with anyone?” You ask.

“No, it’s just me living here. Gets a bit lonely sometimes. I know that’s weird to say because normally Tyler is over.” He answers.

“You and Tyler have sleepovers? That’s so cute.”

“Shut up.” He said while blushing.

We walk into his room.

“Man this drum kit is amazing, where’d you get it from?” You ask.

“I got it ages ago from a local music store. What, are you into drumming too?” Josh said.

“Oh, a little bit. I’m not that good at it.” You answer.

“Have a go.” He said.

You think about it for a little bit. You don’t see the problem with it. You walk around the drum kit and sit down. You grab his drum sticks and look up at him.

“Have any songs in mind?” You ask Josh.

“Uhh, do you know how to play any of our songs?” He asks.

“Yeah I know all of them except for Fairly Local. I’ve been stuck on that one for a while.” You say.

“Okay why not The Judge.”

You spun one of the drum sticks around your finger and started the beat of The Judge. You knew this was one of Josh’s favourite songs from Blurryface so you knew you couldn’t screw it up in front of him. You continue for a while closing your eyes while hitting the drums.

This was one of the things you did that calmed you down. You were also told that you were good at singing but you didn’t believe them. You thought you’d give it a go though so you started to sing the chorus of the song. After a while you thought you should stop. You opened your eyes to look at Josh. He was staring at you with his mouth wide open.

“Sorry I guess I got a little into it.”

“No, don’t say sorry that was amazing. Do you know how good you are both drums and singing?”

“Oh I guess I’m not that bad.”

He walked around to you and grabbed your shoulders to stand you up. You were really close to your idol.

“You are really talented Y/N. Believe in yourself.” He whispers.

He looks down at your lips and breaths in harshly. You look at his eyes and bite your lip.

“Y/N please don’t do that.” He said while running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“What do you me-“You were cut off by his lovely lips meeting yours.

He takes control of the kiss and it gets heated. He pushes you against the wall

Say, boy, let’s not talk too much

Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Come on now, follow my lead

He grabs your waist and continues to kiss you like tonight’s the last time he’ll be able to see you. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his torso. He spins around and walks you to his bed and places you down, not breaking contact at all. He runs his hands along your side really gently. You grab his hand and place it on your boob. He breaks away from the kiss.

“Y/N this was definitely not my intention. I really just wanted to get to know you more.” He softly said.

This is why everyone loved Josh. All his fans knew he was a lovely, calm and gentle man. You loved that he was so gentle but when it came to his drums he went all out with all of his passion for his fans. He loved his fans with all his heart. So did Tyler and you knew that.

“Josh. Please I want this. Trust me, you don’t know what I felt watching videos of you drumming or watching you at concerts doing what you love. It drove me insane.” You say.

He looked down at you. He smiled and leant back down. He lightly kissed your lips and moved to your neck to kiss and nibble at it. You moved your head to the side so he could get better access. He placed his hand back on your boob squeezing it. You arch your back.

He slips both hands down to your hem and slides it up. You lift your upper body up so he could slip the shirt off you. You are in a sitting position and Josh leans over and kisses you hard. He grabs one of your cheeks and holds it. You wrap your hand around to his hair and lightly pull at it. He uses one hand to unclasp your bra. He slides it off your shoulders. He starts to pinch your nipple.

“Josh.” You moan into his mouth.

You grab his shirt and rip it off him.

I’m in love with the shape of you

We push and pull like a magnet do

Although my heart is falling too

I’m in love with your body

He grabs your pants and yanks them down. He sits up a little and looks at your underwear. It was your favourite lingerie and by the look on Josh’s face he liked it too. You saw him look over to where he threw your clothes and saw that your bra matched it.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered but you heard it.

He slid them off your legs and crawled up your body to be face to face with you. You wrap your legs around his torso to pull him closer to you. You lean down to take his pants and boxers off him. You look into his eyes.

“Y/N we really don’t have to do this. We can just go back to talking. I’m really starting to like you. I just want to get to know you.”

You kiss him to let him know you want this.  He grabs your face and kisses you harder. He runs his tongue on your bottom lip asking, begging for permission to play with your own tongue. You allow him to. He slides his finger down your side making you shiver. He grabs your waist with one hand and the other is still on your face.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you? Not that being a virgin is a problem it’s just I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“No Josh I am not. Are you though?”


“Mm, good.” You say while going back to kissing him.

He quickly leans over to open his bedside table. He gets out a condom and slips it on.

“You ready?”

“Yes, Josh.”

He pushes into you making sure you’re always okay. He moves in and out.

“Josh, please go faster.”

He listens to you and moves at a faster pace. Kissing your neck and leaning on his arm above your head.

“You know you are absolutely gorgeous.” Josh said.

“Josh.” You moan.

“This isn’t just it for us either, I want to see you after this.”

“Can we talk later?” You say.

You grind against his dick and he groans. You roll Josh over so you’re on top of him. You flip your hair to one side and lean down to kiss him, bouncing on top of him.

You hear his little pants and swear words. You move faster while moving your hips back and forth.

“Princess I’m close.” He said.

“Me too.”

You start to feel it build in your stomach. About to bubble over. You looked into his eyes and you could tell he was about to hit his edge. You moved at the same speed and then it hits you. You grab the bedsheets next to Josh’s face and squeeze it while moaning. You slow down but still move to help Josh get to his high and his follows shortly after yours. You roll next to him and lean against his chest.

“Y/N I wasn’t just using you. I really do want to see you and not just in my bed, although I wouldn’t mind doing this again. But only if you want to.”

“Josh, I’d love to see you again. You’re lovely to be around already.” You say while snuggling up to him.


Backspin: The Kills Talk Tendon Injuries, Career-Suicidal Tendencies, and 15 Years of Kill-ing It

Anglo-American art-punks the Kills, aka Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince, have spent all of 2017 celebrating their 15th anniversary — most recently with their new Echo Home – Non-Electric EP, featuring a cover of Rihanna’s “Desperado” and a re-recording of “Wait,” one of their first songs ever released. But for several of those years, the Kills were largely off the scene, putting out no full-length albums between 2011 and 2016.

Casual fans may have assumed the Kills’ hiatus was due to Mosshart’s high-profile side gig fronting Jack White’s psych-rock supergroup the Dead Weather, or because Hince was focused on his marriage to supermodel Kate Moss (which ended in 2015). But as Hince reveals during the Kills’ career-spanning Backspin interview with Yahoo Music, it was actually a 2013 freak accident that sidelined the group, as guitarist Hince was forced to totally relearn his instrument.

“I used to have this problem with my fingers locking up from just playing guitar, and then they’d inject cortisone into my knuckles — which is the most painful thing you can ever have done, I think,” Hince begins. “It would sort of make it go away. And then I slammed my finger in a car door, and my hand specialist guy said, ‘Oh, I’ll just jab some more cortisone in it.’ And I went away on holiday and I got a deep bone infection, and I lost my tendon.

“I thought I was wiping some pus away from my hand, but it wouldn’t go away,” Hince continues, while a grossed-out Mosshart (and, frankly, everyone in the Yahoo studio) squirms. “And then I was pulling it [out of my hand], and I was like, ‘That is really weird — look, I’ve got this stringy pus!’ And then my wife went, ‘That’s your tendon, you idiot!‘”

Yes, Hince was holding his actual finger tendon — not pus — out in the open, in front of a horrified Kate Moss.

“So I had to have a tendon transplant,” says Hince, who eventually underwent five operations and lost the use of his middle finger, “and it doesn’t really work. I can’t play guitar with it. So that was it — it was kind of like learning to find a way to play guitar again. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to play guitar. I thought I was going to be one of those studio dudes with gray skin and, like, loads of [takeout] menus, so I started putting my studio together.”

The Kills (Photo: Paul Rosales)

But the Kills finally returned in 2016 with the critically heralded Ash & Ice, and Hince now says that his gruesome injury helped sparked his creativity while making the album. “It was really good, because something like ‘Doing It to Death,’ I don’t think I’d have written that if I had all my fingers. Because I probably would have done something more with a chord, whereas I had to play individual things.”

Over the past decade and a half, the Kills have gone through their share of struggles, both personal and professional, but the bond that Hince and Mosshart formed when they first met in the U.K. helped them persevere. From the very beginning, the London-based Hince knew that the Florida-born Mosshart was committed to the band, before the band even had a name and before Hince was even sure himself.

“There’s a culture of saying you’re going to do things, and that’s almost enough, just saying you’re going to do this stuff. I’m not sure how convinced I was that our band was really going to happen, and [Mosshart] absolutely flogged me with it — you know, moving over [to London] and whipping me into shape to do this,” Hince says.

Mosshart recalls the fateful meeting that brought her and Hince together in 2001. “I was on tour with [Florida punk band] Discount, which was my first band. We were touring Europe and England a lot, and [Hince’s] roommate drove the van that we were in. His other roommate booked the tours that we went on. We would always go there and sleep on the floor. I heard Jamie playing guitar upstairs through the ceiling, and I didn’t know him, I hadn’t met him yet, but I thought it was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. I was obsessed.”

“I don’t think she spoke to me for the first week,” Hince laughs. “I would say things to her and she would just light up bright red and not say a word. I’m going, like, ‘Wow, this is really bizarre.’ Then she’d kind of say little words every now and again. Then she’d come round to my place and just sit cross-legged on the floor and roll me cigarettes, and I’d play her music she’d never heard, like Charley Patton, Lead Belly, Velvet Underground, and Captain Beefheart.”

The Kills (Photo: Mario Framingheddu)

“I mean, this whole thing kind of happened really organically, but I was on tour with this other band,” Mosshart explains. “He was really encouraging me to write music, and I’d never really written music; I’d just written lyrics to other people’s music. He was really encouraging and he was like, ‘Take this four-track with you on tour and see what you come up with.’ I would stay up all night with whatever stuff I could get my hands on, and I would record people drumming and then take that and put it in, and then record bits of European radio and talking … using the Dictaphone and just kind of making these … they’re more like art collages with sound, really. Just how my brain works. That was the first stuff that I brought back to him. I’d just show him what I made as a present: ‘Here you go.’”

“I know it sounds a bit stupid saying ‘sound collages,’ but it really was,” Hince marvels. “It was like somebody who just didn’t know how to write songs, almost like someone that hadn’t heard a song before. She was making these things, and they were amazing. They were really amazing.”

However, it wasn’t until Mosshart relocated to England, in a dramatic (and comedic) fashion, that Hince realized that this was going to be a real band.

“When Alison moved from Florida to London, she arrived on Gipsy Hill station with two refrigerator-sized suitcases,” Hince chuckles. “The doors of the train opened and she was just about to push one out and go back for the other one, but the doors closed. She was inside — and she pulled the emergency cable to stop the train!”

“I got yelled at so much,” Alison cackles, blushing beet-red.

“They opened the door. There’s all these people yelling at her. She’s pulling the other fridge-freeze out of the train. One rolls down onto the track. This is the beginning of my band.”

Mosshart and Hince decided to go by the mysterious stage names “VV” and “Hotel,” but they still hadn’t settled on an official band name or even a defined sound yet. However, that didn’t stop them from playing their first gig, at London’s now-defunct 12 Bar Club on Denmark Street, on Feb. 14, 2002. And the rest was history.

“I always think it’s funny that we didn’t know what we were going to sound like,” says Hince. “I thought we were going to be like an acoustic band. Or like [England] used to have this terrible cabaret act called Peters & Lee, a blind guy and his wife — I thought we might sound a bit like that, like middle-of-the-road kind of acoustic-y stuff, because we’d never played out loud before.”

“We’d never had anywhere that we could plug anything in and be loud, so we had no idea what it would sound like to sing through a mic in a room,” says Mosshart. “We were very pleased when we played. We kept looking at each other, like, ‘It’s so loud!’”

“It just all really worked. It kind of surprised us that there was loads of people were just really into it,” says Hince. “We had a little crowd of people afterwards asking us what we were doing next, and we said, ‘Well, we’re going to come up with a name,’ because we didn’t have a name. We just got gigs booked one after the other after that.”

The duo’s raw, lo-fi debut album, the blues-punky Keep on Your Mean Side, made them instant critics’ darlings with British music rags like NME when it came out in 2003 — but the Kills instantly bristled at the idea of being categorized with other trendy “the” bands of that “garage rock” era, like the Strokes, the Hives, and the White Stripes. So they stayed true to their “anarcho-punk” backgrounds and willfully committed “commercial suicide” when it came time to record their follow-up, 2005’s sinister, sparse, and severe No Wow.

“We were supposed to be a proper band and do the sort of thing that people do on their second record, like cross over and make much more palatable music — and we made much more unpalatable music,” shrugs Hince. “I couldn’t believe that we were lumped in with this new wave of garage rock. … I was so offended by this ‘garage rock’ thing. I really wanted to be anti-garage.” Hince recalls being delighted when he played the album for Laurence Bell, head of the Kills’ label, Domino Records, and he got the reaction he’d hoped for. “We were all sitting on my bed in Room 105 at the Chelsea Hotel, and I played it on a little boombox. He said, ‘It sounds like LL Cool J.’ I was like, ‘Yes! We’re not a f***ing garage rock band. See?’”

The Kills never wanted to pigeonhole themselves (“I don’t want to get into a rut of playing the same songs and same kind of style of music. … I always wanted to be a band that changed,” says Hince), so the experimentalists took another bold artistic detour with 2008’s immediate and at times almost poppy Midnight Boom, which featured the boisterous breakthrough single “Sour Cherry” and production from Alex Epton of Baltimore indie/hip-hop act Spank Rock. Then the duo’s dynamic changed even more during the making of their fourth album, 2011’s Blood Pressures, as Hince settled into domestic bliss with Moss while Mosshart hit the road with the Dead Weather.

“I started a relationship — I settled down, really,” Hince recalls. “My ex-wife’s social group is a real social environment. There was always tons of people around, and you were always encouraged to perform: ‘Play that song!’ I really hate that stuff, and this is the first time that I broke through it, and it was enjoyable. ‘My God, it’s enjoyable!’ It was actually quite encouraging getting feedback from people when you were writing a song. They’d go, ‘I love that,’ so you think in your head, ‘This is a song that’s gonna work.’ I’ve never had that before. Writing songs was always something you did in private, in secret.

“It was the first time I realized you could make a record being happy,” Hince continues. “I always thought you had to channel a bit of negativity to be creative, and really live hard. We used to talk about that a lot. That’s kind of what ‘keep on your mean side’ meant — it was about keeping in touch with some negativity and misery in order to be able to make something positive. This was the first time I spent most of the time just sitting around with friends, playing guitar and drinking wine, which I’d never done before. … I never had an acoustic guitar before, and it’s the first time I was playing by a fire. Just all these songs just happened. It wasn’t a torture for me, like it normally is.”

At the same time, Mosshart’s Dead Weather experience helped her build her confidence and hone her badass performance skills, and when the Kills finally reconvened, the result was an album with the formerly aloof singer’s growling, rock-goddess vocals front-and-center like never before. “I did learn a lot doing the Dead Weather, because I toured so heavily and did so much stuff I actually hadn’t done before,” Mosshart says. “I was all fired up, so by the time we came back to do this, [Hince] was in a happy place, I was just going a thousand miles an hour, and we made this record.”

Which brings us to the present, as Hince (healed hand and all) and Mosshart look forward to another 15 years of Kill-ing it. “The next 15 years, I don’t know,” Mosshart muses. “I mean, I hope it keeps being as exciting as it is, or more exciting, and we keep feeling creatively inspired. It’s all about that — the reason we’re still doing it is because it still feels so great to do, and it’s still so inspiring, and we still have so much more that we feel like we have to do. So we’ll carry on until something changes.”

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I used to hate being Southeast Asian so much

because I’m not as “interesting” as East Asians, because their languages are “better” and their cultures are more exposed to the world.

All of the well known actors/actresses/musicians/artists/models/etc, are East Asians.

Now I don’t think that way anymore, because I’ve realized how unique I am despite the corrupted government, biased religious laws, abandoned yet functioning 1980′s architecture, shallow minded people and other things.

I know Southeast Asians are ignored because they all think we live on trees with no TVs and have children working in factories making shoes (read a book, Google it, just educate yourself).

Guess what, world?

I don’t care. I’m beautiful, my country is beautiful and I am happy to be raised in an environment that prep me for harsh realities on this planet.

I wash clothes with my hand and buckets, I wasn’t raised with the convenience of showers and bathtubs, I eat with my hands most of the time instead of forks and spoons, I walked a lot because there’s no subway trains, I live in a tropical weather with no experience of snow, I deal with rude foreigners fetishizing and looking down on my culture, I eat food that non-Southeast Asians think are gross, my native language sounds “funny” and “weird”, and I don’t care.

My Indonesian friend once said, “Jadi orang yang mengerti naik jet pribadi tapi bisa naik angkutan umum”

Translation: “Be a person that understands how to ride a private jet but able to ride public transport”

That’s what we Southeast Asians are like, we are able to live in a luxurious way but at the same time, we can be stranded on an island and survive.

Suck it. I’m proud to be Southeast Asian.

- Diva

Moana Maui x Goddess!reader Chapter 2


“Oh my gosh y/n kissed me, I mean it wasn’t a full blown make out imeanthatwouldbenice but um never mind, she still kissed me, but whatever it’s not like I liked it or anything,” Maui thought.

“Um are you okay Maui,” you asked. “Yeah, I’m fine y/n. I’m still not taking that thing back. You wanna get to Te-Fiti you have to go through the whole ocean of bad not to mention Te Ka, Lava monster. Have you guys ever defeated a Lava monster,” Maui asked. Then you started, “Well, I defeated a Lava monster in my dreams. Does that count…Probably doesn’t but let me tell you I was so bad as-”  “Okay enough,” Moana shouted. “No we have never, but have you? “Listen sweet hearts,” Maui said sarcastically. “I’m not going on a suicide mission with some mortals like you.” You looked at Maui with a little bit of anger, how could he do this after what you told him. You and Moana had to get a way to make him stay and help, but how? “I’m getting my hook.” That’s it you couldn’t take it no more, “How could you just sit there and just say that you’re not going to do this that you’re not going to help us? You, you, you (hey 11askmoana11 stop singing burn from Hamilton) BUTTCHEEK!” Maui just chuckled at your childish remark, mini Maui laughed and rolled on the floor or tummy uncontrollably. “You’ll be a hero,” Moana cooed. “That’s what you are about, right?” There you go Moana, you knew she had something up her sleeve and you knew it would work. Maui just looked at you and her, “Little girls” “Were like the same age,” you said in an annoyed tone. “May I continue…Thank you, listen I am a hero,” Maui told you and Moana as if you guys were stating that the sky was neon green. Then Moana came up with something that was smart, “Maybe you were but now you’re just the guy who stole the heart of Te-Fiti. The guy who cursed the world.” “Yeah Moana is right you are the one you made this mess. It’s only fair if you finished it,” you commented. Moana finished with “But, put this back, save the world. You’d be everyone’s hero.”

“Just picture it,” you said as you went by his side and motioned with your hand a picture as if seeing the future. Even mini Maui was interested. “Everyone will be praying for who? You. Your name will be running off of everyone’s tongue. You will be so popular. Just imagine.” Then you and Moana started chanting Maui, Maui, Maui. “Well we’re never gonna make it without my hook, and we’re not gonna pass Te ka.” “Then, why don’t we get your hook then. If we get your hook you could help us,” you shouted in excitement. “Exactly! We get your hook, take out Te Ka, restore the heart,” Moana stated. “Unless…you don’t wanna be Maui Demi-god of wind and sea. Hero to all.” You looked at Moana and you could see the smirk she had, she knew this would work. Maui looked at her as if there was no other way. “Fine! First, we get my hook. Then save the world. Deal?” “Deal,” Moana exclaimed. Then you came up and in order for the deal to be a true solid deal you needed a handshake too. I mean you weren’t doing it just so you can touch Maui’s hand. Like no that’s weird….um yeah. You came up to him and spit in your hand, “Me too buddy. Shake on it!” Maui looked at your hand and then at you with disgust. “Eww no I’m not gonna shake your hand it has your saliva on it. It’s gross!” “Are you serious just do the hand shake?” “No it’s gross,” now Maui was backing away. You then shouted, “JUST DO THE HAND SHAKE!” Maui finally shook your hand. “See, was that so hard baby,” you cooed at him as if he were a toddler. “Just shut up!” Moana stared at you guys and mumbled under her breath, “Maui you know you like her.”

“So if we’re gonna do this we go east to the lair of Tomatoa. If anyone has my hook it’s that beady eye bottom feeder,” Maui said as looking in the distance. “Teach me to sail,” Moana asked. You looked at Moana then at Maui, “Yeah teach her how to sail. C’mon you are a great teacher.” Man you hope that he knows that you are being sarcastic.

(Little time skip)

You were sitting on the side of the boat thinking about your powers. Whatever this was you hoped that you could get cured, and an explanation. The whole afternoon Maui was trying to teach Moana how to sail. He was very tough on her. All you heard was Maui telling Moana, “You’re measuring the stars not giving the sky a high five.” You giggled a little at that comment, it did look like she was giving the sky a high five.

“If the current is warm you’re going the right way.”

Moana put her hand in the water and you did too. “It’s cold.” “Yeah it is,” you agreed. “It’s really cold, we must be really far away.”

“Wait,” you screamed. “It’s getting warmer. Do you feel that Moana?” “Yeah, I do we must be going the right way!” You both just saw Maui with a smirk and realized that he just peed in the sea, the poor ocean you thought to yourself. You and Moana both said in unison, “Ewww you’re so disgusting! What’s wrong with you?”

As Moana was sailing she fell asleep. You were still awake and so was Maui. “Gosh, Moana can’t even stay asleep while sailing.”

“Don’t be so harsh on her,” you defended. “She really is trying. She’s a good kid, I almost feel as if she is helping me instead of me helping her. I feel that too many people judge her, why can’t they just accept the fact that she wants to be an explorer she wants to have journeys. She wants her life to mean something. I am trying that also. I ask myself sometimes what do I see myself doing in 10 years and all I see is a blur. I just want to wake up one day and just…know. Like how the sun has a purpose, and so does the moon, well then what is my purpose? I have this stupid curse, and I feel like a lost sea turtle left on the shore and that everyone knows what they want and they are already into the sea. Sometimes I feel like my life will go away as fast as a flame on a candle. Why? Why do I feel like this?”

“Maybe you feel this way because you haven’t found something in your life worth fighting for,” Maui ushered as he sat beside you and took a hold of your hand. “I thought my life would be depressing, I mean I got thrown into the sea by my parents. I felt…unloved. Your purpose will come, and hey I’m going to help you with your curse or miracle whatever you want to call it. And then, well, then you will find your way and catch up to all your sea turtle buddies.” Maui took a hold of your cheek and wiped the tear from your eye. You sniffled a bit, “I am sorry to hear what your parents did to you. Just know they threw away a beautiful miracle.” You left Maui in a state of love, and happiness. No one has ever said such sweet words to him. He felt like giving you a bear hug, he just wished that you knew that his purpose in life was now well, you.

As the morning sun came up you saw Moana stir in her sleep. “Is she having a nightmare,” you mumbled to yourself. Maui looked around you and saw Moana shaking, “Heh, it looks like she has ants in her pants.” “Stop it that’s not nice!” You looked at Moana and figured it was time to get up anyways. So you shook her trying to get her to open her eyes. “Look were here,” Maui said as you looked up to see the island.

(Time skip to where they actually go in)

“Finally, we made it up here. Whew, man gotta lay off the pork.” Almost, passed out on the floor you lay there closing your eyes and opening to see Maui with his signature smirk. “Hey, how you doing down there?” “Pretty good,” you said as you squinted your eyes to have better vision of Maui. “Oh look at that tunnel. Hey Moana there’s a lot of gold in here.” Maui covered his nose as you were talking about his boogers. “Anyways let’s get into this monster realm. Or I like to call it the toilet cause what comes out of your butt man they the ones who look like monsters,” you said laughing at your own joke. You could tell that Moana was scared, “Are you sure this is safe,” she looked down into the realm. “It looks such a long way down.” “Don’t worry, it’s a lot farther down there than it looks.” You looked at Maui as if he was joking. Then all of a sudden he jumped in leaving you in shock. “I am still falling!” “Are you ready,” you asked Moana. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Moana and you jumped in at the same time. Only to be separated while falling. You were slapping ever leaf in sight, bumping every rock. Getting bruised and being dropped like a hot potato. You saw Maui at the bottom and you screamed so that he could catch you. Then you felt strong arms carrying you (in bridal style of course) as you looked into his eyes. “Thank you.” “You’re wel-““Not the singing again,” you begged. You got off and went to go in search for Moana. Then Moana came crashing on the both of you. “And she sticks the landing,” Moana said imitating Maui’s voice. “C’mon lets go find your fishhook,” you said getting Moana off of you.

As you went to go in search for Tomatoa you saw very creepy things in the monster realm. “Wait here.” “What no Maui you can’t do that to me and Moana.” “Look y/n, for a thousand years all I’ve been thinking about is keeping this hair silky, getting my hook, and being awesome again.” “Pfft, again?” Moana laughed and looked at Maui like you just got roasted!  “Look, it’s not getting screwed up by mortals who have no business inside of a monster cave except…maybe as bait!”

You and Maui stared at Moana as she was walking in a ridiculous, shiny outfit, pretending to be bait. “Hah, wow, the shiny glittery cave, and just like me it is covered in sparkly treasure,” Moana said in a sarcastic tone.

You looked to the side to see more of the monster realm as Maui was giving Moana helpful advice. You feel like…you’ve seen this place before. It feels familiar like you have seen this place in your dreams and now it has come into reality. Then you hear a different voice and you look around only to see the one and only Tomatoa.

“What have we here,” a deep voice echoed through the cave. “It’s sparkly, shiny- wait a minute it’s a human.” As they were saying their introductions, you got ready just in case this plan backfired.  “-in song form!” “Oh, great here we go again,” you thought to yourself.

“Well, Tamatoa hasn’t always been this glam
I was a drab little crab once
Now I know I can be happy as a clam
Because I’m beautiful, baby
Did your granny say listen to your heart
Be who you are on the inside
I need three words to tear her argument apart
Your granny lied!

I’d rather be…
Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck
Scrub the deck and make it look…
I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck
Just a sec!
Don’t you know
Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb
They chase anything that glitters (beginners!)
Oh, and here they come, come, come
To the brightest thing that glitters
Mmm, fish dinners
I just love free food
And you look like seafood
(Like seafood)”

“Hey, crab cakes,” Maui interrupted. “It’s Maui time. What do you say, little buddy.” Mini-Maui made a shape of a hawk to signify what he wanted. “Giant hawk. Comin up…” Maui started changing into different animals, not one being the hawk. “Oh no,” you thought. You had to do something, but what? Finally, you just ran to the middle of the floor. “Hey, shiny, yeah I’m talking to you, you, you k-pop band title stealer. (Because like shiny and shine)  Drop her. Now.” You looked furious, your eyes began to glow (if you don’t want this then just skip this line) your powers were erupting from your hands (or this). All the wind was blowing on you, and you levitated to where you were face to face with him (you don’t have to go with this also). “Hehehe, funny little girl!” The next thing you knew you were punched in the face by one of Tomatoa’s leg. “Oops!”

“Well, well, well
Little Maui’s having trouble with his look
You little semi-demi-mini-god
Ouch! What a terrible performance
Get the hook (get it?)
You don’t swing it like you used to, man”

Maui was being swung by his hook and was crashed into the wall. You were still knocked out from that punch.

“Yet I have to give you credit for my start
And your tattoos on the outside
For just like you I made myself a work of art
I’ll never hide; I can’t, I’m too…”

Maui looked like he wasn’t giving up he stuck his hook out and that dumb crab took a hold of him and swung him up to the ceiling of the cave.

Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough
Strut my stuff; my stuff is so…”

Maui was lying on the ground in pain, then you saw out of the corner of your eyes Tomatoa grabbing Moana. “C’mon get up y/n!”

Send your armies but they’ll never be enough
My shell’s too tough

Maui man, you could try, try, try
But you can’t expect a demi-god
To beat a decapod (look it up)”

Tomatoa got a hold of Maui’s foot and dragged him, then he pounded on him with his big meaty claws. (Yes SpongeBob reference)

“You will die, die, die
Now it’s time for me to take apart
Your aching heart”

Next, he brought him up and moved his claws repeatedly and snatched his hook and put it on his shiny shell. While, Maui fell to the floor.

“Far from the ones who abandoned you”

He moved Maui’s hair to get a better look at the tattoo of Maui being thrown into the sea. You felt so bad, every time you got up you fell back down.

“Chasing the love of these humans”

That bully crab picked Maui up by his hair. Moana looked frightened also.

Who made you feel wanted
You tried to be tough
But your armour’s just not hard enough”

That was it once you saw Maui getting scraped to the wall you weren’t irate no that was an understatement, you were literally gonna break this motherfudger’s head off.

Now it’s time to kick your…
Ever seen someone so…”

The crab had done a little soccer ball kick to your precious man and threw him onto his back. And started with that dang song of his.

Soak it in ‘cause it’s the last you’ll ever see
C'est la vie mon ami
I’m so…
Now I’ll eat you, so prepare your final plea
Just for me”

That Tomatoa was now twirling and Maui flew past you onto the floor looking exhausted.

“You’ll never be quite as…

You saw Moana get this neon green goo and you knew what Moana was thinking.

“You wish you were nice and…

Maui was now put into Tomatoa’s mouth. That was your last straw. You levitated to Tomatoa “you know what now I’m pissed! How dare you hurt my Maui?” With that you gave him a punch and you used your powers on him. He flew back and landed on the ground. You punched him again and you took a hold of his legs and twirled him. He flew to the wall with a pound. “NEVER TOUCH HIM AGAIN!!!!” That ugly, mean crab looked scared now. But Moana calmed you down and lifted up the heart. “I got something shiny for you.”

(Time skip cause yeah)

“Phew, can’t believe we got out of there,” Moana said while looking at you. “Man, you were crazy out there y/n.” “Yeah, sorry.” Maui looked surprised then looked at you, “My Maui? You called me your Maui.” “What no I didn’t. I um.” “Yes you did. Look I wanted to say thank you.” “You’re welcome,” you sang. Then you looked over your shoulder and saw a big shark face. “Look I know you got hurt out there but I feel…” “Mmmh-mhm,” you said nodding your head continuously. “Okay you’re looking at me like if I got crap on my face. What do I…?” Maui just touched his face and said “A shark head.” You then started laughing uncontrollably, tears welling up in your eyes. “Whatever, y/n. You’re just as crazy, I mean look at your eyes they’re still glowing. You look like an alien.” “Hehehe, do I? BOOO!” “Hahaha, listen I am your Maui and you are my alien.”

(The characters are not mine they are disneys. The song is disneys the title is called “Shiny” from Moana. The picture is not mine, I do not have the link but it is not mine it is a great picture!)

make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely

Prompt from @secretlystephaniebrown -  Diner AU: Tex and York being asshole friends who love each other

So there’s not really any of the actual ‘diner’ part in this, but it’s set in the same au as ‘pour some sugar on me’ and ‘cherry bomb’. 

Also on ao3 here

Warnings: Implied abuse

Rating: T

Pairings: Background Yorkalina, background Chex, platonic York & Tex

It starts on a playground.

“Get off him, you big dummy!”

The girl is half the size of the boy pinning York to the bark chips, but that doesn’t stop her from sending him running off crying, hand pressed to his bleeding nose. She’s got a grin with a missing front tooth and a hand covered in dirt and bandaids that she sticks in his face to pull him up.

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How to confess trough twitter : a guide by a dumb guy in love with his best friend (part one)

“ @50shadesOfRamen : I need a hug ”

Hyungwon smiled when the notification popped up on his phone screen.
Wonho was the only mutual he activated his notification for because he wanted to be updated in case his best friend would set something else on fire while cooking (yes ,he did it the week before and the genius decided that it was a good idea to tweet it instead of doing something to avoid setting the entire house on fire.)
Anyway Hyungwon loved him endlessly no matter how many things he’d set on fire or how many instant ramen he’d eat in 24 hours (read: love can hurt sometimes . Or it can get you to the hospital because you’re stupid) .

Unlocking the phone he smiled at the picture of them.
They took it the first time they met and he never changed it since then.
Hyungwon started writing his reply smiling because he knew Wonho would blush.
He counted how many times his friend turned tomato-red the first time they got to spend time together.
Exactly 38 times and Hyungwon is sure he missed some more.

“@hyungmeme.thefrog: but my little bunny isn’t here how am I supposed to hug him :( ”


Wonho didn’t just blush. He also choked on his Reese’s chocolate bar.
He was paler than normally when he finally found a bottle of water to save his life with. Not that it was so important for him but he needed to claim his chocolate bar.

“@50shadesOfRamen: you almost killed me. PS: you owe me a Reese’s bar,son of a prickle”

“@hyungmeme.thefrog: whatever my little bunny wants”

Fair enough.
Wonho decided it was enough internet for that day. He looked at the clock: 1 pm.
Well he broke his own record.
One time he spent like 3 hours searching for memes when he found some gross things (see: the dark side of google) and he decided that enough was enough so he spent the whole day looking at the ceiling questioning his own existence ,why lemons were yellow and of course why pigeons were called like that.
He was still shook since then.

Anyway he didn’t last long because he was really bored so ,phone in one hand ,chocolate in the other ( and a bottle of water next to him because you may never know who could try to “”“accidentally”“”“ kill you) ,he was laying in bed.

”@50shadesOfRamen: my crush is really weird"


Hyungwon nearly feel off his chair (karma power over 9000 here) when he read Wonho’s tweet.

He felt betrayed but how could he expect his crush to reciprocate his feelings.
Of course Wonho would prefer someone close to him that some kind of creepy meme boy that lived 150 km far from him.

“@hyungmeme.thefrog: why didn’t you tell me that you have a crush *pouts*”


Wonho laughed at how cute Hyungwon was.

‘Maybe because you’re my crush?’

Gross .He was talking to himself instead of actually replying to his best friend and try to achieve something in his short and insignificant life.

“@50shadesOfRamen: meh,because it’s not a big deal . I’ll change idea in a few days because you know I have a really bad taste”

“@hyungmeme.thefrog: yeah ,I kinda got it when I saw your @ for the first time”

“@50shadesOfRamen: r u d e”

Wonho wasn’t sure his crush will go away so easily but he’d endure whatever it comes with it.
He was a strong independent bunny after all.

He began to scroll down his timeline.

@bababear: wikihow : survive without food
@50shadesOfRamen: is Kihyun mad at you again ?
@bababear: yes :( he said he won’t cook for me EVER again.
@50shadesOfRamen: oh god ,what did you do this time
@bababear: he dyed his hair pink and I may have laughed a bit when I was him.
@thefab.eomma: that’s what I told him when he laughed at me.
@50shadesOfRamen: you have your point.
@bababear: are you two really plotting against me ???!?
@thefab.eomma: #teampink

@kinky_kitten: because you exist
@I.M_U.R: Minhyuk fuck off
@I.M_U.R: THATS IT????
@kukkukakka: yoU BETRAYED ME.
@I.M_U.R: are you fucking serious
@kinky_kitten: I guess someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight :3
@I.M_U.R: I may be sleep on the couch but if you don’t stfu you’re not even gettin in the house tonight ;)
@kinky_kitten: Jooheon say something
@kukkukakka: those were my cereals.
@kinky_kitten: #ruderoommates

@jackson5: Anyone that knows me knows i love ________.

Quote with what you think the answer is and copy this tweet to see what people say about you.

Wonho found it pretty interesting so he copied the tweet.


Hyungwon was perplexed.

'You’re an idiot’ he said to himself.

“@hyungmeme.thefrog quoted @50shadesOfRamen tweet: your cruSH?”

“@hyungmeme.thefrog quoted @50shadesOfRamen tweet: and me ofc”


'Cmon Wonho,go big or go home’

“@50shadesOfRamen: isn’t he the same person?”

“@hyungmeme.thefrog: I don’t know ,you tell me”

“@50shadesOfRamen: yes,he is”
@kinky_kitten: gross ,go take a room please.
@I.M_U.R: the room you’re not getting tonight because you’re sleeping outside ?
@bababear: 911 we need some ice here because someone’s been roasted.
@thefab.eomma: unlike your food.
@kukkukakka: 911 we have another victim here

I made a quick introduction to the characters of the short stories I’m gonna post from now on
Find it here :

Alex from #thepinksquad

anonymous asked:

6, 11, 12 for the artist ask meme?

  • 6: Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand.

Regret takes place here.

  • 11: Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now.

Tired and annoyed because I had to do the first one twice ‘cause im an idiot.

  • 12: Any weird artist behaviour you admit doing?

I hate using my left hand to press the “undo” button on the keyboard like normal people. I prefer having it holding something or just in my pants.

fullbattleregalia  asked:

Okay, one more because I just saw this on the prompts list and- and I don't care which couple from DBZ, but this needs to be a thing: 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” ('Kay, I'm going to stop now. Promise.)

(not a couple but I love this platonic relationship a lot and I couldn’t resist the dramatic irony so here you go)

“Hey, do you believe in aliens?”

Goku paused stuffing his face to look at Krillin, confused. His bald friend was staring out Kame House’s kitchen window wistfully, chin in his hand. Unfortunately, he’d already cleaned his plate, so Goku couldn’t use his distraction as an excuse to steal his food.

“I dunno,” Goku said. “What’s a alien?”

“Aliens are like…space guys,” Krillin explained, looking back at Goku again. His normally squinting eyes were wide with excitement. “Nobody’s really sure if they exist or not ‘cuz no Earthling’s ever met one, but I think they’re real probably.”

Goku shoved more noodles in his mouth. “Sounds cool,” he said with his mouth full. “D’you think there’s strong ones we could fight?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Launch admonished as she started clearing some of the ever-growing pile of dirty dishes from the table. “I don’t know, Krillin, if there were aliens out there don’t you think we’d know about them by now?”

“Maybe there’s aliens living on Earth right now!” Krillin said excitedly. “Some of them can shapeshift and stuff, you know!”

Goku tilted his head. “How d’you know that if no one’s ever met one?”

Krillin shrugged. “I read a book about it once. There’s lots of evidence about aliens if you know where to look!”

“I wanna fight one,” Goku said.

“Yeah, you would,” Krillin chortled. He looked over at where Roshi was stretched out on the couch in front of the TV. “What do you think, Master Roshi?”

“Eh? About what?”

“Aliens,” explained Krillin, “like whether they exist or not.”

Roshi was quiet for a long moment, like he was trying to figure out how to say what he had to say. Goku grabbed another piece of salmon. “There’s a lot that can’t really be explained,” Roshi finally said. “I once knew a fellow who found a boy in some kind of space pod in the woods.”

“Really?” Krillin sat up straight. “What happened?”

“Don’t know.” Roshi shrugged. “Probably just some weird capsule house or something. I wouldn’t worry about it. But for the sake of argument, sure, I believe in aliens.”

Krillin beamed. “Yeah?”

“Sure.” Roshi grinned at them over the back of the couch. “I’m an immortal human man who can fire bursts of energy from my hands. Why not?”

“I hope aliens are real,” Goku said, leaning back in his chair and looking out at the stars, where aliens lived probably. “It’d be real cool to meet one someday.

Hey Angel Chapter 71

A few days have passed and things were getting better between you and Harry, which you both were grateful for. You had woken up to pee for what seemed like the 100th time that morning and now that the sun was out, there was no way you were going to be able to go back to sleep. 

You sighed deciding to take a quick shower. After you got out, you were drying off when you noticed yourself in the mirror. It’s not like that was the first time you had seen yourself in the mirror since being pregnant that time around, but there something that you noticed. 

Stretch marks were all over your belly. Your boobs were even bigger than they always were, but not in a “sexy” way, you thought. You no longer had the bruises or scarred cuts that you had after the accident, which made you feel a little bit better. 

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, tears started to fall down your face. Being pregnant with twins definitely took its toll on your body. What if Harry walked in and saw you like this? 

It wasn’t that he was shallow, but you were sure that he wouldn’t want to touch you at through the rest of the pregnancy. I mean how could he, when you looked like that that. 

You heard stirring around in the bedroom, so you quickly grabbed your robe from the back of the door, but cursed when it wouldn't close probably around your belly. Harry’s robe was on the hook next to yours, so you quickly grabbed it and put it on. 

You opened the door and saw Harry sitting up on the bed. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asked. “I was about to check on you, you’d been in there so long.” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” you said. 

“Is that my robe?” he smirked. 

“Yeah…” you blushed. 

“Damn, it looks better on you than me,” he smirked walking over to you. 

“Uh, thanks,” you said. 

“I just checked on the kids and they’re still sleeping,” he whispered putting his hands on your hips. “Maybe we could have some Mummy, Daddy time under the blankets?” he smirked. 

“Um, maybe later,” you said moving out of his grasp and over to the closet. 

Harry looked behind you confused but didn’t press the issue. “Okay, that’s okay. I can go put on start some breakfast,” he said. 

“Sounds good,” you said. 

Harry looked at you for a moment before walking downstairs. 


Once you got dressed, you walked into Ella’s room to check on her. She was laying on the bed with Jackson and they were whispering and giggling about something. You smiled as you remember how they use to do that when you all were on tour. Part of you missed being on tour, but you were mostly happy to be home and in one place. 

“Mummy!” Jackson smiled poking his head up. 

“Morning, baby,” you smiled. 

“How the babies?” He asked walking over and putting his hand on your belly. 

“They’re playing,” you smiled. 

“They can play in your tummy?” He gasped. 

“Yep. They like to move around and kick,” you giggled. 

“Oh, silly babies,” he giggled 

You laughed. “They’re very silly, they take after Daddy.” 

“Just like Daddy!” he giggled. “Right Ella?” 

“Wight!” she giggled. “I hungi Mommy.” 

“Well, Daddy is making some breakfast, so let’s go see if it’s ready,” you said. 

“Kay!” she giggled. 

All three of you head downstairs into the kitchen. 

“DADDY!” The kids screeched happily before wrapping their arms around his legs. 

He laughed. “Morning babies,” he said. 

“Morna!” They smiled. 

“I hungi,” Ella said looking up at him. 

“Good thing I’ve made your favorite for breakfast,” he smiled. 

“Yummy!” She giggled. 

“Let’s let go of Daddy and sit at the table,” you laughed. 

They both let go and ran straight to their chairs. 

“Need any help?” You asked. 

“Um, if you just want to get the kids some juice,” he smiled. 

You nodded and grabbed their cups from the cabinet. You grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and pour some into their cups before bringing them to the table. 

“Tanks Mummy!” Jackson smiled. 

“You’re welcome,” you said kissing his head. 

Harry brought over the food and put it on the kid’s plates. They giggled and quickly started eating. You laughed shaking your head and put a bit of food on your plate. 

You picked at your food as you ate and Harry started to get a bit worried. 

“You okay, love?” He asked putting his hand over yours. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said with a forced smile. 

He squeezed your hand and went back to eat his breakfast. 


For the rest of the day, all of you spent time together. Harry chased the kids around the backyard and had a huge tea party with Ella and her dolls, while you and Jackson worked on some coloring. Harry decided to order in for dinner so that you all could make a little fort in the living room. 

You all sat in it, eating dinner, and watching kid’s movies on Netflix. The kids fell asleep in the fort and Harry kissed their heads.

“I would love to join them on this floor, but this isn’t the best place for either of us to be sleeping,” he said. 

“True. My back is already killing me,” you groaned. 

“Well, let’s get you up to bed, then,” he smiled. 

“Do you think they’ll be okay down here?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll check on them later.” 

You nodded and got up from the floor and made your way up to the bedroom. You sighed trying to stretch your back the best you could. 

“Hey, why don’t you sit on the bed and I’ll rub your back for you,” he said. 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Of course, now sit,” he said. 

“So, bossy,” you giggled. 

He smirked and went over to the bedside table. He took out the massage oil and sat behind you on the bed. 

“Wanna take off your shirt?” he asked. 

“Oh, uh, no that’s okay,” you said. 

“Baby, it’ll feel better if I can put this stuff on you and I can’t do that with your shirt on,” he said. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine without it,” you said. 

“Is something going on here?” He asked. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked. 

“All day you’ve been acting weird. It’s like you don’t want me to see you naked or something,” he stated. 

You looked down silently. 

“Is that what’s going on?” He asked. 

You started to sniffle as tears formed in your eyes. You didn’t even know why you were crying other than from the hormones. 

“I’m fat and ugly. I have stretch marks everywhere, my boobs are huge and look weird. Being pregnant with twins is making me look so gross,” you cried. 

Harry looked at you sympathetically. “Baby,” he sighed opening his arms. 

You cried into his chest as he ran his hand soothingly over your back. “You don’t look gross,” he whispered. 

“You’re just saying that,” you mumbled. “You don’t mean it.” 

“You look beautiful,” he said looking down at you. “Yes, your body has changed and is changing, but it doesn’t mean you’re ugly or gross. Let me show you,” he smiled. 

He took off your shirt and looked down at you. “These stretch marks symbolize how your body started growing as our little ones that we made together grow. And I don’t care how big or small your boobs are, but they’ll never be weird to me. I always love them and take my time on them,” he smirked kissing the bits of your chest hanging out of your bra. “Plus, I know that they’re getting prepared to feed our precious babies once they’re born. You look beautiful because when I look at you, I see the love of my life carrying our babies. The fact that you’re taking care of them and will soon bring them into the world, I just love you even more than I already do for that.” 

“When I look at you, I see the most beautiful, sexy, and gorgeous woman ever and then I hope that our babies look just like you. When I look at you, I can’t believe that I’ve found the person I love enough to bring new life to this world,” he whispered. “When I look at you, I feel like a horny teenager with the way you make me feel,” he smirked. “And all I can think about is how much I want and need you.” 

You blushed looking down at him. “You really mean all of that?” You whispered. 

“I do,” he smiled moving hair from your face. 

You smiled widely and sat down on his lap. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“And I love you, more than anything,” he smiled. “You and your pregnant belly.” 

You giggled. “So… since my back is feeling a lot better now… and it is later… perhaps we could take up your offer from this morning?” 

He smirked. “Only if you’re on top, I want to be able to really look at you all night,” he whispered. 

“Well, seeing as how that’s one of our only options while I’m carrying this extra weight of babies, I think I can arrange that,” you giggled. 

“Then come here,” he smirked pulling you in for a kiss. 


A couple hours later, the two of you laid next to one another. Harry had his hands on your belly and you giggled. 

“Just so you know, you won’t be getting much sleep anymore,” you said. 

“And why is that?” He laughed. 

“Because that was fucking… wow,” you said. “I remember when I was pregnant with Ella, I read all those pregnancy books and I remember it saying something about sex being better while you were pregnant and I obviously wasn’t able to test that out during that pregnancy, but it’s definitely true,”  you giggled. 

He smirked. “I’ll do anything to make my girl happy,” he said. 

“Good,” you smiled laying your head on his shoulder. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“And I love you,” he whispered. “And our babies,” he said leaning down to kiss your belly before the two of you fall asleep. 

anonymous asked:

kyla my chronic illness is kicking my butt right now and i need you to deliver me with your fluffiest batfam headcanons (bonus points for illness-themed hcs)

LETS DO THIS *cracks knuckles* 

-tim is so bad when it comes to taking his anxiety meds. so the whole family does their best to subtly put tim’s bottle of pills in places that he’ll look at and remember. they all think they’re really subtle until one day tim is just like ‘i appreciate the sentiment but please stop putting my pill bottles in the cabinet i opened it to get a coffee mug and it hit me in the face.’ 

-bruce carries around a little ‘emergency pack’ even when he’s not patrolling as batman. and one time a kid cut his hand on a piece of glass at a wayne gala and fucking Bruce Wayne: Local Dad was there with disinfectant and a pack of band-aids he pulled out from his armani suit and people are still like ‘how???’ (spoiler alert: they were in fact batman band-aids.) 

-dick will literally act like the world is ending when he’s sick. he’ll lay in bed and cough weakly and tell tim, jason, or damian ‘-cough….closer…-cough cough- come closer….’ and the whole family sighs a lot but does in fact put up with him 

-jason, on the other hand, will still do everything he normally does even if he is very, very ill. one time early patrol bruce was just going over protocol and plans and jason just passed the fuck out. just a big -thump- and he was on the ground in a gross, sweaty pile once someone managed to take his helmet off and see how awful he looked. 

-damian is a weird mix of both where he’ll think he’s ‘too good to get sick’ but one he is he’s very over dramatic and petty and thinks tim gave it to him probably. 

-tim cant get sick because the boy doesnt have a goddamn spleen. which means he always has hand sanitizer on him and ‘no dick you cannot have a sip of my water bottle thats gross’ (dick does the waterfall method and gets it all over himself because jason tips it)

It’s the Little Things - Ch 1

Hey guys! @lovelyrugbee and I have been working on this project for months! We are so excited to finally share it with you! In this chapter, you will get to meet Queen Elena and Prince Consort Mateo’s three children, Ana Lucia, Bianca, and Julian. Tonight, lovelyrugbee is posting an amazing character portrait and bio of the eldest, Ana Lucia and can be seen HERE.

If you enjoy this, stop back by tomorrow night for more artwork and Ana’s birth story!

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Reader X TFW

Request: One where the reader and the boys get stuck in the middle of traffic for like 9 hours

Request: Can you do a fic where the reader can read minds and she spends the whole day listening in on Cas Sam and Dean and either making fun of them yelling at them or laughing at them. Thanks

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It called me Daddy

Summary: Wade breaks into your apartment to eat the chimichanga that is currently in your microwave.

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1,327

Warnings: It’s Deadpool? I think that explains itself.

A/N: This actually was a lot (like a lot) longer but I ended up not liking it because I felt like this needed to be short and sweet. So it is. Please tell me what you think and if you wanna see more Deadpool in the future.

With an audible click you heard your front door close and jumped up from the little sofa in your living room where you were just about to start your weekly Netflix marathon. For today you’d decided to watch Gossip Girl but instead of watching, you were now holding the remote of your tv in your hand, ready to throw it at the head of whoever had just entered your apartment.

Slowly you made your way out of your living room. Your grip around the remote was so tight  that it made your knuckles turn white. You raised your arm, ready to throw the remote at full tilt at somebody’s head, when you saw who it was.
Wade Wilson. The one and only Deadpool!

“Wade what the hell are you doing here? You do realize I could be naked! Can’t you knock? Like a normal neighbour?” you asked and lowered your arm with the remote. You’d almost thrown it right in his face. His face which you’d never seen actually.

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