no he's not short


All because of those fucking shorts

Word count: 875

Genre: smut

@perpetually-jungshookPAYBACK. Also, a big thanks to @roseok​ for being my editor. You are the fucking best, love!

Originally posted by spankmejimin

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filmiratas  asked:

Hi there! I would like to know why you (and some other bloggers, youtubers etc. whose oppions I respect) dislike JonTron so much? Do you think his videos are just bad or is there a some kind of controversy I'm not aware of?

JonTron believes that the USA should be a white ethnostate, that white people in this country are facing “demographic displacement” akin to apartheid or China’s actions in Tibet, that “ethnic enclaves” of Mexican immigrants are out to “break off parts of America,” that black people are more criminally inclined than white people, and in the grandest of ironies, that “we’ve gotten rid of discrimination in our Western countries. If you don’t think we’ve gotten rid of discrimination, you’re living in a fantasy land.”

In short: he’s a white supremacist who wants that ideology ratified at every level of society. This is why I dislike him so very much; in light of all that, I could give a rat’s ass about the quality of his videos themselves. There are so many YouTubers who deserve your attention more than this heinous racist. Unsubscribe.

Negan and his love

Summary: The reader is with an abusive husband and Negan saves her from him. He takes her back to the sanctuary and falls for her. But she is reluctant because of her last relationship.

Requested by @prettyepiic 

Warning: Abusive husband, Death (obviously it’s TWD), swearing and smut.

Negan x Reader

It had been almost a year since all this shit went down. But this so-called ‘shit’ wasn’t the worst of your problems, your husband was. You were currently walking through the woods and your husband was yelling at you for getting you both lost.

“Stupid fuck women” He was marching in front of you, your eyes followed his feet. He wasn’t that much taller than you and you were short. But he was broad and he could break you like a twig, not like he hasn’t tried too.

“I-I think were are l-lost again…” You mumbled and trailed off. He stopped and he put his back straight. You knew what was coming but you were just trying to help.

“Are you trying to say-” he stopped to turn around and face you. “THAT I…” He started to point at his chest “….HAVE GOT US…” He waved his hand up in the air at the word ‘us’ “…LOST?!” You remained quiet, knowing if you answered or didn’t answer you were in trouble either way. That’s when you closed your eyes hard and heard the crunching of the leafs under his boots getting louder and louder. You were so concentrated on how each footstep sounded, the first hit knocked you to the ground. You let out a cry holding onto your cheek and he hit you again making the back of your head hit the tree behind you.

From a distance, you thought you heard someone say ‘the fuck’ but you thought that was your imagination wishing for someone to come along and save you. Just as your husband was about to hit you again you saw a baseball bat hit the side of his ribs and he fell sideways onto the ground.

“You little fucker! Think it’s fun to beat women that can’t even overpower you.” He put the baseball bat down and kicked him repeatedly. “Does it make you feel strong? YOU FUCKING ASS, FUCKER!” he bent down to take his baseball bat to hit him again.

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S/C Fic

***Xposted to AO3 

Inspired by this bit from The Making of Outlander

Sam Heughan as James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser (continued)

The men then would not talk about their feelings,” he chuckles. “Life at that point was very dangerous and very short. He had to look out for himself, protect himself, and I think that initial [distance] is where it stems from.”

Aside from his relationship with Claire, Jamie’s actions in season one are largely driven by his interactions with Black Jack Randall. That first season outlines their violent history and then brings them together once more for a horrific dark passage of the soul in Wentworth Prison.

“I remember building up to it, thinking, Can I do this?” he says. “As an actor, you’re not even sure if you can go there or if it scares you to go there.”

It took about a week and a half to film the torture sequence. “With all the prosthetics and makeup involved, we were doing four hours of prosthetics in the morning before shooting,” he explains. “I’m coming in at four A.M., and then, obviously, a couple of hours at night to take it off. And then in between takes, I couldn’t just go off on my own to sit and relax. I would have to go into the makeup room and get all of the back prosthetics touched up. There’s no break in that. They were long, long days,” he remembers.

“In the evening, there was the process of taking off all the makeup and prosthetics and having a shower,” he recalls. “That was kind of the way to release it all and get rid of it. Everyone would leave the studio and I would stay there and do a quick workout in the gym, just to do something. I was staying in a little bed-and-breakfast right next door to the studio because we were in so early in the morning, so I was living this strange little life. I think that helped, living in this little bubble. It felt very much like being in this prison cell and that was my little world for that week and a half.

“In the real darkness of it, in between takes of some pretty heady stuff, I do remember [director] Anna Foerster coming up to me and saying, ‘Let it go now. Just go and relax. We got it.’ That was such a relief when it was over,” he says. Heughan says he’s grateful to get the opportunity to play such intense content.

“When you’re dealing with such big, emotional darkness, it’s great to be able to take yourself there. In TV, you don’t always get to do that, so it’s nice to be given the opportunity to really stretch yourself.”

Excerpt From: Tara Bennett & Diana Gabaldon. “The Making of Outlander: The Series.”

Quiet Madness

It was a quiet chaos that he needed. The need to descend into complete madness to be there. I was a part of something good, he said. I was the light, and he needed the dark to be the person he needed to be…


His muscles flexed, the strength shooting out of him like a bullet. Another blow. Another shot to the bag. Another wretched feeling thrown to the wall, beaten and cursed like his body felt. He struck again, this time falling into the bag, begging for it to hit back. Fucking hit back, he cried, his arms circling the black leather, his taped fingers clutching at the smooth texture, nails digging in.

He dropped to his knees, elbows on his thighs as his clenched fists cradled his temples. He had no more to give tonight, but too much taken away.

I wanted to go to him, then. Wanted him to beat me. Wanted his bloody fists bruising my breasts, his fingers tight around my legs as he begged forgiveness. I would give it to him, if it meant he would find peace.

I stayed away, though. Stayed back, in the shadows, far from the anger of the fluorescent beacon of the gym. It wasn’t time, yet. He needed to beat himself up. Needed to take the energy of the day and bring it to its knees. But it always brought him down first. Each night he would tie a noose around his anguish of the day, fully intent on watching it dance, choking slowly, before swaying its stench of rotting flesh in the breeze as death finally stole it away. Each night I watched him fail that goal, the anguish stealing his body, sucking the life out of the man I love.

He would be back. Sam would come home. Sam would be proud that he went where Jamie needed to go.

He asked me to stay away. We had spoken but a few times during the day. As the morning glow of dawn would cross my bedroom floor, I would stretch out the kinks of sleep in my bed. I’d turn to find a message waiting for me on my phone. Each day, I’d snap the phone from my bedside table, open the harsh light to my sleepy eyes, and read a simple message. He was okay. Tired. Missing me. But okay. I would sigh and fall back into my bed. Our bed. I’d run my hand along the empty space where he would lay, his smell still lingering in the sheets.

As the day wore on, I’d get maybe a message near noon, then nothing. The day would break him down. The scenes would open his chest, pluck another piece of his soul, then bind him back together with a rusty needle and wire for thread.

We had fought so much the week prior. He had told me his plans and I had fought him.  Promised him that I would be there for him each evening, but he turned a cheek. I had to watch him leave. I wasn’t allowed to visit him. After our scenes together with Tobias, I had been broken. I hadn’t been strong enough to bear his pain, the way he did mine. Sam had taken me aside afterward, held me. I should have been holding him.

I cinched my coat tighter as we left the gym. I kept a good pace behind him, but stalked him like prey. If his stride hastened, mine did as well. When he slowed, I all but stopped. Whether he sensed me, I do not know, but each time he looked behind, the glow of his face breaking through the dark rain-filled night, I ducked into the very shadows he had been living in.

I curled my side against the brick wall in the alley of the B&B he had been staying at. Closing my eyes, I raised my face to the sky, the rain washing away all sorrow I felt in his absence.

I hadn’t planned this. Hadn’t wanted any part of being in a relationship. Scotland was supposed to be a break from that life. A chance to focus solely on my career. But there I was, just a few short months ago, enjoying a beautiful and rare sunny day with my co-star and suddenly he laughed at something he had said. A story he had been telling me, that I cannot even recall, and quite unexpectedly, my heart staggered, tripped, and fell squarely into his strong hands.

He never gave it back.

I tucked Sam’s smile away, safe in my memory, for another time, and stepped into the B&B. No one was out front, so I headed up the stairs. I waited by his door, my heart racing, my thoughts flying from one thought to the another.

Would he want me here? No. He asked me to stay away. Would he throw me out? I don’t think he had the strength. Nor I, if asked, to walk away.

I tried the door, it wasn’t locked. I opened it, walking in a few steps. Light from the street cast a ghostly shadow across the floor. He hadn’t closed the drapes, and I could see his half-naked form curled on his side, facing the door, on the bed. The dark linen sheets rested comfortably across his hips.

His eyes were open to the door. His dark, quiet, stare shocked me inside. He lay motionless, barely a rise of his chest could be seen. I undressed before him, leaving my wet clothes to gather on the floor, while a puddle quickly formed around them.

Sam moved his form back, giving me room on the bed. I sat near his hip, watching his face. I remember taking his hand from its resting place, my lips falling to the battered knuckles. I closed my eyes, bathing the cuts in my comfort. I kissed each knuckle, rubbing it across my cheek, feeling his body against mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw sadness in his.

Could he not leave Jamie be, tonight? Could he not guide himself back to the light?

I took each finger in my mouth, sucking gently, like a gluttoned newborn. The fever of starvation gone, or, at the very least, at bay, and just savouring the warmth of another body. I watched his breathing increase faintly. Just a hint of arousal in his breath, but I would set that aside for now.

When I finished with one hand, I took the other. Sam rolled on his back, as I positioned myself fully on the bed. I made love to his fingers. They were strong like him, but showed the signs of battle that needed time to heal. Time to feel loved, before they were sent to fight another day.

With the bathing complete, I pulled both of his hands to my lips, kissing each knuckle once more, before resting them on his chest.

“Turn over.”

My words spliced through the night, like a wolf cry in the wood, piercing the soul. He remained quiet. Still. Not wholly understanding the words for a moment. Slowly, he turned on his stomach, his bare back exposed to the air. I tugged the sheets down a bit and straddled his thighs. I lowered my naked body down to his back, resting my cheek against his shoulder-blade, the hard muscles, like iron, under my skin.

I listened to his breathing, waiting for our hearts to join in union. To beat the same beat. I could feel him settle beneath me, and I raised myself, my fingers tracing his back, where marks from the prosthesis had been. I gently laid a kiss along each muscle, across each crease of skin, and into each valley along his back.

His body is mighty and he pushes it hard, as he does with his mind. He craves knowledge and strives for excellence. I come alive when he’s inside my body, like he’s passing me all this joy and child wonder through his skin to mine. The most adult of acts, the most carnal of desires we express and demand of each other, almost seem childlike with him. There’s an innocence to his guilty pleasures.

And I feel alive when he’s in my mind. I can see him standing on mountain tops, waving with a wide smile plastered across his face. I can see the sadness in him when I leave him, and the proud father that beams out of him when he holds Eddie.  He’s in damn near every thought I call my own and I often wonder if it’s the same for him. But I know it is. And sometimes I hate it, and most times I love it until it hurts. Until I feel terrified that it will leave someday.

My kisses turn from sweet and tender, to passionate, as I crawl into his skin, needing his feel across my face. His taste is salty under my skin. Salt with a little mix of soap. I can’t quite smell him yet and I scrape his back gently, with my nails, eager for his arousal to bring forth the heady scent of him at his finest.

I try to push my sexual desires aside. I want to care for him. But Sam stirs beneath me, and I raise myself, so he can roll over on his back. His cock, hard and ready, rests against my ass. No. Not yet. I kiss his chest, my tongue taking a languid stroll across his nipples and through his chest hair. I feel his hands fall loosely across my back, tracing my skin, reminding himself of the touch and feel of a woman. The touch and feel of a woman that loves him.

I lay my body down, his cock trapped between is, the wetness of my centre, coating it in liquid sex. He doesn’t enter me, but we rock slowly together. I try to kiss him, but he turns away, burying his face in my hair. I can feel his chest constrict as he weeps quietly into my hair. I stop my movements, concern beating desire, but he holds my head in his hands, watching my eyes.

“No,” he says quietly, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He releases my head, turning into my hair once more as I begin to move in time with him. Our bodies are wet with desire. Anguish and sorrow make the strangest of bedfellows with passion. I want him inside me, filling me with all he has to give. But tonight, that is more then he can give, so I just move with him.

Our bodies speed up, and I can feel my cheek wet with his tears. I take his hand, kissing his bruised knuckles once more, while his other hand clutches my back, holding onto me for dear life. When we climax, we do it through kisses and tears, sadness and joy, our bodies soaked from our release and the strive to get there. My name, my full name – Caitriona – falls from his lips, but drowns in my hair, as we float back down into our bodies.

It’s quiet now. No sounds, but his soft breathing, sleep dragging him under.

Sam slept in my arms that night, but his body never rested. Even in sleep, his hands gripped me, fearing I would fall away.

I never will.

I can’t live without my heart. And he won’t give it back.

Leslie Odom Jr. to reflect in Hancher on portraying Aaron Burr, path that led there

His first bigger lead arrived in 2013, when he played Sam Strickland in the short-lived but critically-acclaimed NBC show “Smash,” coproduced by Steven Spielberg. And another up-and-comer took notice: actor, composer, and writer Lin-Manuel Miranda.

“While not many people were watching the show around the country, people in the theater watched it a lot,” Odom said. “Lin had been watching.”

Miranda shot Odom an email asking if he wanted to come read “this thing” around a table.

That thing would become Hamilton, a sung-through musical about the life of Alexander Hamilton achieved through a widely diverse cast and music styles. Last year, it received a record 16 Tony nominations, won 11, earned the 2016 Grammy for best musical theater, and received the year’s Pulitzer Prize for drama.

But, at the time Miranda reached out, Odom said, wasn’t offering a Broadway show or a Tony Award.

“He’s just offering an opportunity to have an opportunity,” he said. “He’s offering me the chance to get in a room and try it out.”

And that went on for years.

“Every time Lin invited me into a room to try it out, to sit around a table and read this thing for him and bring it to life for him, I looked at every single time as an audition,” Odom said. “It was a role of a lifetime, the opportunity of a lifetime, that’s how I looked at it.”

Odom said he knew it from the start.

“I knew the quality of the writing was so rare.”

And yet, he said, the whole “wild and wonderful” Hamilton experience wasn’t entirely expected.

“I had no idea that people would feel about it the way they do, and that America — this country — would take to it the way they have,” Odom said. “But I knew how I felt about it.”

The part was groundbreaking not just in its structure and style.

“I knew that Aaron Burr — that a role like that — I had never been offered a part like that, I had never seen a part like that before for an actor of color,” he said. “So if I could be the guy, I wanted to be the guy.”

Performing eight shows a week for a year and a half — totaling more than 400 performances — never got old or tired, Odom said.

“It was such a privilege and honor that I got to be their guide through the first time they were experiencing this piece that I loved so much — these characters and actors that I love so much,” he said.

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anonymous asked:

Random thought! What is anxy sits on the stairs because he's super short and it makes him feel taller XD

“Anxiety come down and join us”

“No, I’m too busy looking down on you all”

*morality squeals at the dad joke*

Chenle - Ramyeon and Man Colds

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

Requested by: Anon

Request: Fluffy Chenle Scenario




“I can’t believe you let yourself get this sick, Y/N!” Chenle hissed, eyes filled with a mixture of worry and frustration as he covered you with yet another heated blanket.

“It’s not like I got the flu on purpose, Chenle.” You croaked, a relaxed sigh escaping your mouth as the warmth of your blankets grazed against your skin.

“No, but it’s still your fault.” He stated, “Winter is barley over and you always go outside with short sleeves! Plus, you never take any type of vitamins or go to the doctor when you feel ill! I can’t believe you don’t have bronchitis or haven’t had to be hospitalized!”

You looked at Chenle and scoffed, your pale and clammy hands slowly pulling the blanket up your neck and over your chin. “The flu doesn’t work like that, idiot. I probably got it from Mr. Man Cold over there.”

Chenle looked to where you pointed and sighed, the sight of Haechan lying in the recliner on the other side of the room taking over his vision. Haechan was just as sick as you, if not more, and was currently covered with about 10 blankets and had the contents of a now empty tissue box sprawled around him. You would probably feel bad for him if you hadn’t known that he was the reason you were so sick in the first place.

“I thought it was just a man cold!” Haechan defended, his voice breaking off into a coughing fit as he desperately tried to breath in through his clogged nose.

“That’s not a thing!” You coughed back just as violently, your voice hoarse and throat burning.

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is t-”

“ENOUGH.” Chenle yelled, his face filled with frustration as he stood in the area between you and Haechan. “It doesn’t matter who got who sick. What matters is that you get better. And yeah, Haechan, you were in idiot in thinking that you only had a quote on quote ‘man cold’, but-”

“But, Chenle I swear -”

“BUT, it’s okay. Y/N forgives you, right jagi-yah.”


“C’mon, jagi-yah.”


“Don’t be stubborn.”


“Jagi-yah, please!”

“Alright, fine! I forgive you, Haechan!” You said, your voice meant to come out in a exasperated yell but only coming out in a desperate whisper.

“Good.” Chenle smiled, his arms quickly unfolding from in front of his chest. “Now that that’s all settled, we need to work on getting you guys better. I’m going to need 2 water bottles, some cough drops, a heck ton of green tea, and some ramyeon.”

Chenle immediately made his way toward the kitchen, his eyes laced with determination and confidence as he started to look for all the items he needed. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile, the sight of your boyfriend being so worried about the health of you and his band mate making your heart flutter.

“Haechan!” Chenle called out suddenly, his full body coming into view as he stood closer to the entry to the living room. “I can’t find the ramyeon. You made it last, do you know what happened to it?”

“I don’t know.” Haechan coughed, his eyes becoming glassy as they began to water. “Why don’t you go to Marks room and ask his hair?”

“Funny!” A voice called out, the small sound of feet making contact with the floor becoming increasingly louder as it made it’s way closer to you. You looked up to see a blurry Mark walking into the kitchen, the fast and sudden movement making your already foggy and disoriented vision even more foggy and even more disoriented.

You let out a small giggle at Haechans remark, your throat and chest throbbing with pain as the small vibration trailed over your body. You whined, your face quickly snuggling deeper into the covers in hopes of gaining some sort of comfort.

“Here, Y/n.” You boyfriend suddenly said from above you, the sweet smell of some type of tea wafting through the air and making it’s way into your nostrils. You looked up at him and smiled in thanks, quickly reaching out and taking the warm cup from his hands. He gave you a small nod and smiled back, slowly leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. 

He pulled back and looked toward Haechan, his head cocking to the side as Haechan let out a series of sneezes into the contents of yet another tissue box. Chenle shook his head, a laugh of disbelief escaping his lips as he made his way back into the kitchen.

“Man cold? What an idiot.”

anonymous asked:

I don't understand the theme? Why is he so wet? And his hair looks reaaally short if we take a look at what it looks like now. It's like jesus finding the light or something and I'm a atheist

I am very sure he’s gonna clear everything up with the song and the video, I AM SO READY

anonymous asked:

Hi ! I just read the ask where someone asked about who would get a cat with you and who would get a dog and im wondering if you could please do obe with bts, IF it's not much of a bother ofc

sure!! find monsta x’s ver (here)
ps i know bts are mostly dog owners,,,,,,but i did this off their personalities ^^

Namjoon would probably research what kind of cat to get and would choose one that’s in line with him, the abyssinian for example because it’s considered the smartest cat breed in the world. He’d end up excitedly telling you about its Egypt ion origins and you’d just be like “,,,,,,it’s cute let’s get one.” 

Yoongi is also a cat person, he’d get an exotic short hair because it has that overly cute, teddybear face and Yoongi would be like “Don’t look at me like that.”,,,,,,,,stare into the cats big brown eyes,,,,,,and scoff while picking it up into his arms and being like “Fine, you’re the one. Let me take you home.” 

Jin fits dogs better because dogs are more loyal and committed, he’d especially want a family oriented dog like a golden retriever! A dog that is welcoming and likes kids, Jin sees pets as another family member and he’d consider that dog your child basically. 

Hoseok would want an active dog, just like him so he’d pick a dalmatian. Early morning runs with the dog, then getting covered in puppy kisses at the dog park fits Hoseok’s cherry, up-beat personality so well! 

Jimin is loving and affectionate, he needs a pet that loves him just as much so he’d pick a dog. He’d go for a shih zu or maltese and would literally pick that puppy up and cuddle it more than he cuddled you. 

Taehyung loves all animals, but his personality reminds me more of a cat than it does a dog. He’d get a russian blue because they’re a rare cat breed, but they’re also fascinating and independent. He’d like how for the most part, that cat is fine on it’s own but every now and then it would settle itself on his or your lap - it’d be considered a gift from the cat to you two. 

Jungkook loves dogs, he’s basically a big puppy himself. He fits a bearded collie because of how happy and playful they are, plus the shaggy hair in their eyes makes Jungkook think they look even more laid-back. You’d find him nuzzling his face into your dogs fur all the time and being like “He doesn’t smell the best, but I love him no matter what.” 


Today, America rejoiced! It’s Saturday! Finally a day off– His celebration was cut short, he receive a phone call from the office, he needs to come over for a meeting. With heavy shoulders, he drag himself into the car.

avengerdragoness  asked:

Can you do a HC with Jason about what it would be like if he goes with the reader to Lush and sees that shampoo scent I sent you a picture of? That'd be hilarious, thank you Jo ❤️❤️

This is the picture lol 

So a bit of backstory to this hc: in Greek mythology, Jason is the leader of the Argonauts and with them he went on a quest for the Golden Fleece. His ship, the Argo, used to be a constellation, but it was so big that it was split into three smaller ones. Excuse the smol history and astonomy blurbs lol

Okay so onto the headcanon. 

So reader and Jason are in Lush. 

He did not, in fact, have to be dragged into the store as he firmly believes that life is too short to go around smelling like Ax and Old Spice. So he buys whatever the fuck he thinks smells good.

Was just walking around, looking at stuff, and sniffing stuff.

Then you walked over and pointed at this.

This goes one of two ways depending on if you had prior knowledge of the history fact mentioned above. 

1) You do not know the history blurb (Jason does because he is a nerd who either wanted to know about all the people who have had his name before him or he just likes Greek heroes. I haven’t decided. Probably both.) He just sorta frowns at you. “It’s a sign, Jaybird! We need to buy it!”

2) You know about the history blurb and, combined with the fact that your boyfriend’s name is also Jason, you get excited. “Nerd.” He huffs, but you can tell he thinks it is cute. 

He walks over and sniffs it. Ends up buying it because it smells nice.

Oh my god 

Bonus: you get one of those glittery bath bombs and both of you end up covered in a fine layer of gold glitter for weeks. The Red Hood is a sparkly fairy of justice and Nightwing cannot stop laughing.

Left: Child Tintin (approx. 10 - 12 yrs), likely earlier before I hc his mom passing away. I imagine Tintin as a younger boy would be the one to “step up for the little guys” …when he himself is just as little. He gets picked on for his short size, and does not have a lot of friends as he prefers to keep to himself most of the time. He has a difficult time connecting with other children as he spends a lot of his time reading or doing course work. The teachers are his closest friends, which is good enough for him!

Right: Tintin in…modern??? European teen fashion??? I tried drawing a modern high school Tintin, so count on the cardigans and indie boy look.

C: I matched with this really cute guy on Tinder. We liked each other instantly and have lots in common. Liked his profile and all. But then we met up for drinks and I was astonished at how short and tiny he is. I’m 5'2 and about 110 and he was almost exactly my size and weight if not smaller. I am only attracted to men who are a bigger than me physically. I don’t know how to tell him we can’t go on. He keeps texting me and wanting to set up more dates. I don’t wanna waste his time or hurt him. 😥

170325 Heechul IG Live:

#HeenimInstaLive 170325 - He mentioned that this comeback Kyu and Wook will not be there so he and Yesung will be the vocalist. ^^

#HeenimInstaLive 170325 - Heenim mentioned that he SJM like alot of SJM songs. Like Breakdown, Super Girl etc.

#HeenimInstaLive 170325 - Heenim mentioned that he will meet Kibum soon since it is Kibum’s birthday soon in August then he .

170325 Heenim InstaLive: He was complaining how there is so many bad people that leave their dogs in the streets, and about adopting them.

170325 Heenim InstaLive: Then he talked of puppy names with sj songs like “dondon” or “doroshi” (Dorothy) or “rakeul” (Miracle/mirakeul)

(meatyoudumpling ,bluebada_)

*He mentioned dog breeds:
Welshi Corgi
Shetland sheep dog

*heenim asked if he should cut his hair real short like years back. heenim singing teresa teng’s song (reneeei)

I just love this creature 😍😍


Request: Can you write a fic please of Matt the radar technician where maybe the reader is Poe’s or Rey’s sister and they get caught but escape and run into Matt and like he helps them escape but reader starts to fall for Matt the short time that they’re together and misses him when they leave? If you can do it beautiful then I will be forever grateful ❤❤

A/N: Hello and thank you for this! I had to write it asap bc I’ve been dying to write Matt so thank you, again! I’m not one for the whole triplet idea but I guess twin matt/kylo can fly by me so, if you don’t mind, I made him his own person bc I feel like Kylo really wouldn’t do this. Thank you and enjoy!

Warning: None

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The last thing you ever imagined yourself was being held captive, being hostage in the enemy’s territory. It was a disaster, mission gone bad and of course you were the one to be taken in out of the crew you were with. Out of everyone in your team, you were the most smartest and tech savvy–you also knew how to pilot no thanks to your brother. But, of course, with such intelligence, word got out.

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