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Top 13 Most Unfuckable Men in Dragon Age (according to me, a lesbian)

Honorable Mention: Oghren

I am not including Oghren on the official list for a couple reasons. Firstly, jokes about how gross Oghren is are basically everywhere. I can’t make a remotely original joke on this subject because they have all already been made. Secondly, I don’t want to subject anybody to actually thinking about fucking Oghren. And third, it’s no fun punching down. Nobody likes Oghren except me. And I get it. Oghren is a pretty cool character who was grossly mishandled by writers who think sexual assault, alcoholism and homophobia are hilarious jokes and not serious issues. Sorry about all this, Oghren. Enjoy your free pass from being mocked by a lesbian on the internet.

13. Zevran Arainai

Zevran is the least unfuckable man in Dragon Age because he wouldn’t make it weird. He’d give you a nice lay, do a good job, and then high-5 you afterwards. He’s nice-looking and experienced and would overall be an almost not-unpleasant experience. If there was a gun to my head and someone forcing me to pick a Dragon Age man to fuck, it would be Zevran.

12. RDP Sten

I say Realistic DAO Project Sten and not regular Sten because frankly RDP Sten is the true Sten. Honestly, look at this man. Assuming you didn’t die during intercourse, he’d make you breakfast the next morning, then reshackle your roof and do your taxes. RDP Sten would take care of you. RDP Sten would treat you right.

11. Justice

…as long as he gave Anders’ body a bath first, because wow he sure is a guy who lives in a sewer. Justice is a friendly Fade spirit curious about the mortal world and its many wonders. Fucking Justice would be a nice opportunity to show an otherworldly being a good time. Not to mention the novelty. Think of the puns you could make afterwards. “It was a spiritual experience.” “It was truly righteous.” “Justice isn’t easy–no, Justice is hard.”

10. Varric Tethras

Varric would be the ideal sugar daddy. He’d indulge you, buy you nice things, tell you stories, and when it’s time to go to bed, you’d just have to put up with him bringing his crossbow with him. Honestly, he probably wouldn’t even get to the sex. You’d have half your clothes off and then he’d start telling a story and three hours later he’s cried a little about his ex and fallen asleep cuddled up to his crossbow. Meanwhile, you are free to go back to your house with your money and jewelry. Ideal.

9. Alistair

Alistair is inexperienced, but a nice boy. You could show him a good time, and then pat him on the head and give him a cookie afterwards. He’s funny and nice and if you aren’t his first lay, it’ll probably be Morrigan and she would probably turn into a spider halfway through just to fuck with him. I’m willing to fuck him just to spare him that being his first time. Alistair might make it weird and try to give you a flower or something, but he’s young and easily dissuaded. Fucking Alistair would be acceptable and satisfying in some ways.

8. Iron Bull

He ugly, but otoh, monster dong, if you’re into that. Iron Bull wouldn’t make it weird emotionally, but he would definitely make it weird sexually. Assuming you survived, you would have a hell of a story. I would bring that up at every cocktail party I went to for the rest of my life. “I fucked a minotaur man,” I’d say, sipping my martini. “He had an eyepatch, and a dong the size of your forearm. I’m lucky to have survived.” The party guests gasp and fan themselves at the scandal.

7. Nathaniel Howe

I have no feelings either way about fucking Nathaniel Howe. I would show up, do the deed, and leave. Maybe give him a thumbs up, to be polite. My entire soul doesn’t rebel against the concept, but neither can I think of any benefits to fucking Nathaniel Howe.

6. Sebastian Vael

I wouldn’t hate to fuck Sebastian, and he seems nice, I guess. He’d be on par with Nate, except for the fact that he’s a devout fantasy Catholic. I’m morally opposed to fucking Catholics, because I don’t like Catholicism, and because I don’t want to deal with their ensuing guilt. I would tolerate fucking Sebastian.

5. Fenris

Fenris is objectively one of the best-looking men in Dragon Age, but oh lord, the canon romance path is so much. I’d do it just so I could touch his pretty hair, but I’d feel real bad about it. I like fenris. I don’t wanna cause him troubles. On the other hand, Isabela seems to manage it without much emotional fallout, so perhaps it would be alright. Fucking Fenris might be perfectly fine, but it might end terribly for all involved. As a lesbian I’m not gonna risk it.

4. Anders

Anders is a nasty sewer man who has no particularly attractive physical features to make up for it. He’d probably be an alright lay, but if you fucked him he’d definitely fall in love with you. Possibly he’d have already been in love with you for like three years. Then post-fuck he’d say a lot of weird stuff and ask to move into your house, and you’d be so worried about his eating habits and his stress that you’d be like “sure :)”, and then you’d have to change your name and flee the city to escape. Don’t fuck Anders.

3. Blackwall

I previously had Blackwall a spot higher, but then when I went to google a picture of him I realized he actually looks okay. Lumberjack aesth. Nice beard. Probably nice chest hair. Good muscles. But he’s also kind of a stinky old man who is kind of like your dad, and he would make his weird guilt issues your problem. I’d rather not, although I grant that if he was a couple decades younger he might be Acceptable.

2. Cullen

I would really hate to fuck Cullen. I find him morally repugnant, physically unimpressive, and overall vile. Not to mention that he seems like the kind of sexually inexperienced dude to just try inserting Tab A into Slot B with no foreplay–but then, would you really want foreplay from this guy? At least it would all be over within 5 minutes and then you could make your escape through the window.

1. Solas

Solas is the absolute most unfuckable man in Dragon Age. Not only is he bald, and a genocidal maniac, but he would also get weirdly hung up on you. Then he’d like, haunt your dreams. “Vhenaaaaaaan,” you hear every night forever, to your horror. “You’re not like other girls,” he says, before showing you a picture of his fursona, which is a wolf. I would rather do literally anything else but fuck Solas. I thank G-d every day that Solas is not real, and that I am in no danger of ever fucking him. Solas is the least fuckable man in Dragon Age.

Public School Is A Goddamn Disater, Part 2: The Lovecraftian Madness of Machismo

Part 1 here, AKA: the Mantisocalypse (you don;t have to read it to understand this one, but you should anyway)

Content Warnings: Mental Illness, Attempted Murder, Sexual Content, Stalking, Abuse, Animal Abuse Mention, Emetophobia, US Public Education, Military Industrial Complex.  I’ve been told this is my most disturbing story, even if it’s hilarious, so mind your health.  All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent and Not-So-Innocent.

This is the story of Recruiting Sergeant Scott VS. The Lacrosse Jocks VS. Yours truly.

To understand this story, you must understand the dystopian hellscape that is US Public High School- I went to the NICE high school in town, with the AP curriculum and new building, where the the kids were generally too obsessed with getting into the ivy league to do anything worse than occasionally smoke on the roof.  Not even weed, just regular cigs.  During their off-periods, so they’d have time to febreeze their clothes and arrive to their next class early.  You know, the most boring fucking kids ever.

AND STILL, we were subjected to the various scourges of US public ed, namely-

-on-campus police officers and regular “what to do in case of a columbine event” drill.  We had Officer Munoz, who was a wonderful Latina Woman with the good sense to focus her efforts on getting kids away from abusive parents rather than persecuting brown kids, but we were VERY lucky on that front.  Still, having someone walking around with a gun and technically the authority to kill you, and having to hide in the science cabinets three times a year fucks you up.  Remember Officer Munoz though, She is Important.

- A weird, cult-like, frankly masturbatory attitude regarding athletic achievement.  The arts and sciences were stuck doing bake sales for supplies while the gym got re-done two years after the school opened.  This was tempered in an odd way at my school in that literally all the sports teams unequivocally sucked, with the exception of 

1.Marching Band, which went to nationals twice in the first two years the school was open 

2.Knowledge Bowl, where kevin and I took the team to 3rd in state in our first year, and only lost because Kevin had an asthma attack so we decided to let the other teams fight over the ‘lesser’ medals 

3.Lacrosse, which didn’t actually didn’t GO anywhere, but was a “real” sport and beat our ‘rival’ school, so the team got to be Big Men On Campus, and get away with all kinds of nonsense like eating in class when everyone else was forbidden or skipping tests for ‘practice’.  The three worst offenders were Dustin, Jack and “Rattlesnake Pete”, all of whom were budding neo-nazis and thus signed up for German.  With our Jewish teacher.  Remember them too.

-On-campus military recruiters.  As in, people who are legally allowed to exaggerate, manipulate and actually lie to minors to convince them to join the armed forces.  Ours was Sergeant Scott, and as much of a skeevy rat as he was I honestly felt bad for him, because remember, academic magnet high school so he had three kinds of kids to work with:

  • Kids who made the physical standards for the armed forces and were all about honoring their country via physical labor, but were dumb as shit and couldn’t pass the written exam.
  • Kids who could pass the written exam and were totally ready to bully some people in the third world, but couldn’t do a pull up if you covered the gym floor in cobras.
  • Kids who passed the physical and mental portions but were uniformly rabidly anti-military industrial complex, to the point where 35 of them crammed into his cubicle in the office he shared with Officer Munoz and Janitor Wendy, so they could hold a sit-in protest of the Iraq war and chant “Impeach Bush” and “War is Murder” at him  Someone chucked red paint on him, because they’re furious immature teenagers.  It was his first day.

Poor bastard.  Remember Him as well.

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I am not shy. Having a social disorder does not make you shy. I can be loud. I laugh a lot. I’m outspoken and will do crazy stuff. I can take up all the space and I can voice my opinion. I can take attention. But ONLY around people I’m comfortable with.

I get panicked at the shop. I can’t go shopping or anywhere on my own. I can’t pay for items by myself. I have to count my change 20 times first. If I can’t plan the conversation I won’t talk to them. Talking to people i don’t know is almost impossible and talking in front of people is torture. I have to rehearse the words yes Mrs every morning to answer a register. If I’m out alone i can’t breath. Someone is always judging me. The way I look, how i walk, the clothes i wear… if someone laughs it’s always at me. These thoughts will drown me. I am terrified of telling new people about my interests from fear of judgement. When out with friends i will always watch what i say, I might slip up otherwise and everyone will hate me. I worry my friends just don’t know how to get rid of me. Every. Single. Day. When I leave a social situation i always regret most of what I say and think nobody really likes me. They just tolerate me. When someone asks if I’m ok. I have to say yes. If I talk about my real feelings, they will think I’m annoying and won’t care. They will call me dramatic. So it’s easier to say I’m good. If a friend even jokes about me. I take it to heart and pretend it’s funny. The minute I’m alone, I think of ways to change. I dwell on awkward moments that I shouldn’t. I can’t make eye contact, its to much. I cross the street so I don’t pass anyone. I’m terrified when someone says can we talk. I have read this post about 100 times for mistakes, from fear someone will point out a flaw.

These are some of what I go through. But I am not shy. No where near. Don’t confuse the two. There’s shyness but there’s also social disorders. They are not the same thing.

anonymous asked:

I had a really emotionally exhausting week, can I have a fluffy Batfam headcannon?

Of course! And if you need to chat about anything, feel free to message me (I don’t judge, I promise)

-Whenever there’s a really long stakeout or patrol, everyone gets really tired right? So it’s commonplace to find all the kids piled up on a couch, completely passed out. Dick calls it a “cuddle nest” but nobody aside from Steph will call it that. Alfred definitely has a photo of it

-Jason and Duke have learned that they both really enjoy cooking, so they’ve negotiated with Alfred to take over the kitchen for one day ever week or two and they’ll make pies, cakes, various savoury dishes, whatever. And then some of the other kids (Dick, Steph, Tim and Cass usually) will come in and pretend to be fancy food critics even though they have all eaten two week old pizza they found at the back of the fridge

-Bruce has a keepsake chest for all of his kids with all major (and minor) accomplishments in them; there are drawings, sculptures made in elementary school, writings (Jason totally went through an angsty poetry phase in middle school), the first tooth that his kid knocked out of a villain’s mouth. You know, the important stuff.

-Sometimes they all go down to the arcade (Kate occasionally joins them) and challenge each other at DDR or karaoke (Kate is really good at the oldies on the machine, and always tries to get Bruce to sing with her because she remembers them singing to the songs when they were kids. She does not appreciate them being called the oldies because “like hell I’m old. I’m just gracefully aged, like a fine wine.”)

-Damian and Cass have weekly colouring sessions where they grab all the colouring books they can find and spend the whole day colouring and snacking (providing they don’t accidentally get marker anywhere or spill crumbs as per Alfred’s request)

-Every year on Father’s Day, everyone gives Bruce a gift (typically not a great one, seeing as he has eight bajillion ties from many years all with hideous patterns). But they also get Alfred something really heartfelt and thought out that he’s obviously going to love (he always gets a bit flustered when they give him his gift, even when they say that he’s the best grandad they’ve ever had)

Negation in French


There are many ways to negate verbs in French. The most used and obvious way is using “ne… pas,” but that’s just one of many negation phrases. Below is a list of the negation words:

Ne … aucun (masculine - if the following noun is masculine)/aucune (feminine - if the following noun is feminine) - none/not any

Ne … jamais - never

Ne … ni … ni - neither … nor

Ne … personne OR Personne ne - nobody/no one

Ne … plus - no more/not anymore

Ne … que - only

Ne … rien OR Rien ne - nothing/not anything

The “ne” always follows the subject and the 2nd negation word (such as aucun, jamais, etc) closely follows the verb (there are so many exceptions that I’d have to make a separate post). Here are some examples:

Elle n’est pas ici. - She isn’t here.

J’ai aucune idée ce qui se passe. - I haven’t any idea what’s happening.

Elle n’a ni sœurs ni frères. - She has neither sisters nor brothers.

Tu n’invites plus Jessica? - You don’t invite Jessica anymore?

Elle n’etait jamais ici. - She was never here.

Personne n’a rien vu. - Nobody saw anything.

Écoutez-vous la musique classique? Non, je n’aime que la musique rap. - Do you listen to classical music? No, I only like rap music.

**It’s important to note that in French you can have 2 negation words (like personne and rien) and it is fine (unlike in English where 2 negatives make a positive).**

Bonne journée!

anonymous asked:

Hey!!! Ilysm!!! Can I have orphan Mc? Like all her life she's been bouncing between families but never really got adopted? THANK YOUUU

Thank you! I love you guys too! Sorry I don’t respond much outside of the prompts! It usually just slips my mind, but I love you all so much! Please enjoy!


  • He… he can’t even imagine
  • God, being passed around all the time, not having a family….
  • What pisses him off, though, is the idea that nobody wanted MC
  • Seriously, when they talk about it, and MC says, “I guess nobody wanted me,” he’s shocked at the mere thought
  • He immediately starts going on about how great she is and is completely unable to understand why she wouldn’t be wanted
  • When he sees her surprised face, he blushes super hard, but stands by what he said
  • He gets cuddles after that, making him melt
  • Yoosung promises to make her feel wanted everyday for the rest of their lives


  • She understands
  • Oh, when MC opened up to her about it, Jaehee pulled her into a hug and just held her for a few minutes
  • When the two of them have been feeling nostalgic, they talk about the good things they miss from when their parents were alive
  • Usually over a couple fresh cups of coffee and a piece of cake split between them after closing when the cafe is still, just holding hands on top of the table


  • Zen wanted to meet her family, but MC had to tell him she didn’t have one anymore
  • He feels like a jerk, but he makes it a motivation to reconnect with his own family
  • Then, she can have a complete family, as the RFA are already kind of a second family
  • He also hopes to *ahem* expand the family, if you know what I mean ;)
  • And yes, he is upfront about it, declaring it boldly while also silently cursing for potentially going too fast too soon
  • But she smiles when at his declaration mostly because of the adorable blush on his face


  • They were doing wedding planning, talking about who to invite and such
  • When he suggested that her parents sit with his father, MC cringed and told him about losing her parents young
  • He offers his condolences and apologizes, then thinks on it and suggests maybe her foster parents? Aunt, uncle, cousin, sibling?
  • MC says no to all of them, explains how she was never adopted or taken in by any family, and only has friends and… well, now Jumin
  • And they can talk about it later, but maybe they can even make their own little family?
  • He’s flattered, pulls her into an embrace and promises her that they will have as big of a family as she desires
  • Jumin’s also probably low key ready to go buy her a ton of stuff to make up for whatever she missed out on growing up


  • Honestly, MC didn’t mean to snap
  • Saeran was just bitching about having Saeyoung for a brother and their highly dysfunctional family
  • It was the hundredth time he’d done this, but this time, it pushed MC over the edge
  • “AT LEAST YOU HAVE A FAMILY TO BITCH ABOUT!! You ever think about how lucky you are to even HAVE a brother that would go through hell and back for you?! You should be grateful!! Not everyone is so lucky!”
  • Saeyoung had seen her records, but to see her react like this… well, he followed MC as she stormed out of the room while Saeran was still shell shocked
  • “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
  • MC explains that she bounced around a lot as a kid, one distant relative to another
  • Every single one of them considered her a burden, so she worked hard, smiled often, gave and gave, and tried everything she could to be wanted
  • Instead, all she got was handed off again
  • The moment she was out of high school, she was kicked out, and everyone refused to help her
  • So the fact that Saeran has Saeyoung, a brother that loves him so much, and he’s so ungrateful… it just makes her angry
  • it’s not that she doesn’t understand why, she just doesn’t like that he can’t see past the bad to see this miraculous piece of good that he has
  • Saeyoung holds her and she lets him know that, if he ever has questions about her time bouncing around, he can ask
  • Saeyoung gathers the names of all the people who actually did her physical harm in those days and blackmails apologies out of all of them
klance wedding headcanons

alright so a bunch of you asked for some klance wedding headcanons in response to the shallura wedding post and ho boy i am here to deliver 

(shoutout to @leg-defender again for idea bouncing with me!)

  • first off, the wedding is Big. because Lance’s family is HUGE and they gotta be involved in e v e r y t h i n g. they’re basically orchestrating the whole shebang along with the rest of the voltron crew. 
    • Lance’s family does a shitton of research on Korean weddings because they want to include traditions from Keith’s culture as well as Lance’s. 
      • An entire twenty-four hour day is spent with the whole team on computers, at libraries, calling old Korean friends and sending Shiro out to be the honorary diplomat. by the end of the day they could probably run their own program on the history channel.
  • Hunk, Lance’s mother, grandmother, and anyone else with even a fingernail of cooking talent are all on the Food Squad together because let’s be honest there is a lot of food to be made. 
    • nobody knows what kind of food Keith likes and they can’t ask Lance because it’s supposed to be a surprise so they have to send Pidge out for reconnaissance
      • Pidge has no idea how to navigate the situation and ends up trying to ask Keith what his favorite restaurant is in hopes of getting somewhere
      • his favorite restaurant is the Pizza Hut down the street
      • Pidge gives up and just tells everyone he likes traditional Korean food (which he does)
  • The “Bachelor Party” is just the whole original voltron crew having a fun night out of the town
    • they go to an arcade
    • Keith beats Lance in just about every game they play
    • minus the first person shooters and dance dance revolution
    • nobody beats Lance at dance dance revolution
    • nobody.
  • Hunk is pretty much Lance’s Maid of Honor, Shiro is Keith’s
    • Almost every single one of Lance’s siblings is a Bridesmaid/Groomsman
    • Keith doesn’t really have a lot of people to be his Groomsmen so Lance’s siblings take the position for his side too
    • They literally fight over who gets to be a Groomsman for Keith they all want to do it so bad
      • it makes Keith cry bc he never thought he’d be part of a big family like this and it just makes him Really Fucking Happy
  • Keith is kind of a fashion disaster and doesn’t know how to pick out what to wear so Lance’s five sisters immediately adopt him.
    • they spend the whole day shopping together
    • Lance has never seen someone get along with all of his sisters so well in his entire life
      • it’s actually a little freaky how well
      • Lance is Afraid
  • For the wedding Keith has his nails painted blue and Lance has his painted red
    • Lance’s little cousins do it for them so it’s kind of sloppy but it’s insanely fucking cute
  • Allura and Lance’s mom are the Decorating Dream Team
    • the whole venue looks like it just came off of a goddamn pintest board 
    • in the best way possible
    • Allura has added some more questionable decorations but what can you do
    • “Are those… goldfish bowls?” “Yes.” “Ok.”
  • Coran along with Lance’s like 98 year old great-grandmother are the ones who marry them
    • yes both of them
    • they both demanded to have the position so they had to share it
    • at first they didn’t get along so well but now they are best buddies for some odd reason
    • no one knows why they get along but they do so nobody’s complaining 
  • Lance starts bawling like three words into his vows
    • he can’t help it Ok it’s a Very Emotional Moment
    • the whole thing is rly sweet though because Keith just smiles Super Fucking Wide and wipes away his tears. Everyone’s heart in a 300 mile radius melts. If you weren’t crying before you sure as hell are now.
  • They kiss for Way Too Long during the ceremony. Pidge has to not-so-subtly kick Lance in the ankle and remind them not to suffocate eachother.
    • Lance is so getting Pidge later for that.
    • he never actually gets Pidge later for that.
  • The reception is really just One Huge Fun Dance Party 
    • basically everyone is drunk but in the best way possible
    • there is karaoke 
      • Lance forces Keith to come on stage with him and sing
      • except Lance chooses a song in Spanish and Keith has n o i d e a what he’s doing
      • the only part of the song Keith gets is this really slow line when he looks Lance right in the eyes and says “Besame, te amo”
      • it’s a one-hit-KO 
      • Lance is #gone
      • he forgets how to speak spanish altogether and just starts sputtering random words that translate to things like “my entire bathtub is green” and the spanish rendition of the happy birthday song
  • They all unanimously decide to eat the cake before dinner.
    • They wish they had an excuse for breaking out the cake before dinner but they don’t. The just really want to see the cake Hunk has been bragging about making for weeks.
    • the cake is so beautiful Lance starts crying again
    • honestly nobody can really blame him is is one hell of a cake
  • Shiro’s toast speech is like 10 minutes of roasting Keith and Lance for all the dumb shit they’ve done over the years
    • “I remember when you two had a contest to see who could eat more cheese logs–”
    • “Or the time when you both hung upside down so long you passed out and we had to take you to the ER—”
    • “And there was The Poison Ivy Incident last March–”
    • “Oh don’t even get me started on the Slip ‘N Slide race—”
      • “Shiro… Please…. Let Us Live………”
  • alas 20 minutes into the actual dinner a Huge food fight breaks out
    • It. Is. Chaos.
    • Everybody participates. Nobody is spared. 
    • Food is e v e r y w h e r e but honestly who cares they’re having a blast.
    • There is a running debate to this day over how it started
      • “Keith started it! With the potatoes!”
      • “I did not, it was all Lance and his stupid carrots!”
      • “Allura is the one who launched the peas,”
      • “Excuse me?! Shiro dumped the fruit punch”
      • “Only after Hunk threw the rice cakes!”
      • “Oh no don’t you drag me in to this–”
  • In conclusion, it’s absolute Chaos but it’s the most fun, exciting, Lance-and-Keith-like wedding anybody’s been to in like a million years and nobody leaves without a smile on their face and one hell of a story to tell.
Not yours.

There’s an explination of the fanfic at the end, because this idea is a bit strange… 


When the team became part of Voltron, something happened to Lance. He was not the same boy he once was. Yes, he was still loud and funny, but he avoid the others by foccusing on training and spending most of his time inside Blue not letting anyone else in. 

It was fine at first, really. Shiro thought Lance was dealing with the changes on his own way. He knew this whole ‘you are now protectors of the Universe and must defeat the Galra’ stuff was hard to swallow. So he, like everyone else, gave him space. 

Of course, Shiro still visited him at nights just to talk a little. Sometimes, Hunk and Pidge were there. Sometimes, it was Keith. Sometimes, it was only the two of them. 

Shiro quickly noticed that even when Lance was really loud and open about many things, he was a very secretive person. He was always working inside Blue and doing researches in the castle’s library. Nobody knew what Lance was actually doing, but somehow, they were all fine with it. 

Hunk, unlike Shiro and the others, was not surprised at all. When Hunk met Lance, the boy had no friends at all. He liked to talk a lot in classes, made funny jokes, etc. But he never hang out with anyone. He used to spend all day in his room working on his assignments and sometimes, working in things not related to school. Whenever Hunk asked Lance what he was doing, he always told him he was only studying or doing something important. This never bothered Hunk, he just accepted Lance the way he was. 

Now that Lance was back to his old-self, ‘thanks to the stress’ Hunk thought, they had no other option than wait for his friend to feel comfortable again to go back to his happy-self. 


After rescuing Slav, Lance started avoiding him. The both of them shared some weird glances, but never talked. Lance looked wary, and Slav was… Strange as always. Nobody truly noticed except for Pidge.

She was worried about but everytime she tried to interfire to see if she could help, Slav gave her only more stupid information about other realities and Lance just plained ignored her.

It was frustating, but she couldn’t do much thanks to the little fact that they are fighting a war and need to focus on other matters.

After defeating Zarkon and Shiro’s disappearance, Pidge finds Slav and Lance talking in Blue’s hangar. Lance hands him some papers while holding a little screen displaying some data with his other hand. They seem to be discussing something serious, and before she can get closer to listen what they are talking about, they walk inside Blue.

It’s weird and she doesn’t truly knows what going on, but she can’t truly complain when hours after that Lance starts acting like his happy-self again.


Lotor appears. He’s smart, he’s wicked, and he’s always a step ahead of them. 

The Galra tricks them, steals the comet and makes a powerful ship with it. Before leaving without leaving a trace, he stuns and hacks the lions, leaving them useless and taking the information they had inside.

For some reason, Lance is not worried about it and he only starts training harder than ever.


Everything happens in a blur. 

Shiro’s back. Black rejects him. Everyone keeps fighting and trying to find a new balance.

They find Matt in a strange planet as the new leader of a strong group of rebels that has been giving the Galra Empire a hard time. Pidge is happy and everyone is in tears by the beautiful moment. 

They all take a moment to relax and let Pidge, Matt and Shiro to catch up. 

Lance looks anxious, Keith is confused by this.

Then Lotor finds them and attacks them by surprise.

Most of the rebels escape thanks to Voltron, but before the paladins can retreat they get captured. Suddenly, they are now in some high security galra prison locked in diffenrent cells. 

Life doesn’t look bright for the defenders of the universe anymore. 


The guards puts some cuffs on the paladins and guides them to the arena (not as warriors but spectators). Shiro is clearly scared, and Keith is trying to give him his support by standing close to him. Hunk is looking everywhere nervously and Pidge is trying to come up with a plan. 

Lance is nowhere to be seen. 

Lotor walks in and sits in a throne, his generals behind him.

“Greetings paladins.” 

“Where is Lance?” Hunk asks and Lotor laughs. 

“Hush, the show is about to begin.”

The gates of the arena open, and some galra soldiers brings Lance and Matt to the center. Pidge screams his name and the others just gasp in surprise. The boys are no longer in their armors, but a tight black suit. 

“Matthew Holt, leader of the Rebellion. I must admit you have proven to be quite a nuisance in my plans, but you are still a great warrior. I respect you, and that is why I’ll offer you a deal. I will free you and your friends, if you tell me everything about your little organization. Their plans, where are they hiding, everything. What do you say?”

Matt looks over where his sister and friends are a lets out a heavy sigh. 

“… No.”

“What did you say?” 

“I said, no. I won’t put the Rebellion at risk. I can’t.” 

“Well, what if i offer you something different. If you prove yourself in the Arena and become my new Champion–”

“NO!” Shiro screams and Pidge looks like she’s about to cry.

“Do you want me to kill for you, Lotor? Do you really think I would agree to something like that?” Lotor doesn’t answer, he only smiles. “No, I will never become your puppet. No matter what you offer to us, we will never bow to you.”

“Oh, really?” The Prince rises from his throne. He has a strange look on his face. “Are you sure you are speaking for all of you?” 

“… I am sure.” Matt says, and Lotor starts laughing, startling everyone. 

“Well, well. I apologise, but you are not the only one I offered something. I actually had a chat earlier with the Blue Paladin, and let me tell you, he was quite eager. I think, he’s really happy with our deal. Aren’t you, Lance?” 

Everyone is now staring at Lance with wide eyes. Keith feels angry, Hunk doesn’t know what to believe, Shiro and Pidge doesn’t understand what’s happening. Lance doesn’t react, he only gives Lotor an angry glare. 

“Bring Matthew here. I want him and the paladins to enjoy the show. Please, someone get his opponent, we are about to begin. Lance, dear, choose your weapon.” 

The soldiers free the boy and steps aside. In the box in front of him there are no long range weapons, so he chooses a sword. When he turns around, instead of a warrior Lance sees a small alien tied to a chair. He raises an eyebrown. 

“What is this?” 

“Your first task is to kill that man over there. He is innocent, he hasn’t commited any crimes in his life. He’s a nobody, really.”

“Then why would you want me to kill him?”

“I want to see if you are capable of doing what’s necessary to become my Champion.” 




Lance takes a deep breath and walks towards his victim.

The team starts screaming his name, begging not to do it.

He shares a glance with the alien, they are looking at him with wide eyes filled with tears and fear. 

“Please, don’t–!”

“… I have no choice.”




Silence from the crowd.

There’s a purple blood dripping from his sword.

Lotro smiles and they bring another prisoner, the real fight starts this time.


Lance fights. 

He amazing, he’s ruthless, he’s terrifying and the paladins feels at lost. 

He kills all of his opponents. No matter how big or strong they are, Lance’s wins everytime. 

Never showing any mercy or doubt. 

A month passes. Lance is officially the new Champion, and he’s better than Shiro was. 

It’s terrible and they don’t’ know what to think of their friend. They don’t know what Lotor offered to Lance, but they know it’s really important if Lance is willing to kill in cold blood anyone who steps in his way. 


Lotor makes Matt face Lance in the Arena. 

Matt tries to talk to Lance and make him see reason. For a few moments, Lance seems to listen. But then Lotor reminds the boy they have a deal, and just like that, the former Blue Paladin returns to the fight and without hesitation he takes his sword and aims for the heart. 

Matt is not fast enough. 

They fall together to the ground. 

Pidge screams. 

Everyone looks pale. 

The crowd is cheering. 

Matt opens his eyes and looks down. Lance holds the hilt of his weapon, but there is no sword. His armor is glowing blue, like an energy shield around him and everything falls into place. 

“It was a trick.” Lance said after a few seconds. 

“Of course it was, Lancey dear. Do you truly think I would let you kill him? He’s important, I need him alive. But you’ve done and incredible job.”

“You just wanted to see if I was capable of killing one of them.

“Yes, and you passed the test.”




Nobody can look at Lance the same way anymore.  




The Princess and the Blade of Marmora finds them. They escape, and even when Lance has the chance to go with them, he stays. None of them, not even Hunk, makes the attempt to convice to go. 

Time passes. Matt becomes the new Blue Paladin, but not truly. He and Allura shares the Blue Lion. She accepts the both of them, but she still doesn’t seems happy to choose a new paladin. They know the one that she wants is Lance, but… Everything is complicated now. 

They keep fighting. 

One month passes, then two, then six.

Lotor has mastered the quintessence. He’s strong, he’s dangerous, and he can travel through realities now. 

It’s tough. It doesn’t seem real. But they are able to neutralize Lotor. It’s not forever, but thanks to the aid of others they are able to stop the Galra Prince at least for a bit. 

His ship is heavily damaged, and they sneak in while the Blade and Rebels fights the Generals.

They are ready to face Lotor now. He’s alone in his quarters, they have him trapped. They are about to get inside when they hear a familiar voice.

“You promised to me!”

“I will give you your prize after you kill the paladins.”

“… I won’t.” 

“Really? Well, then I guess you and I have no deal.”

“You son of a–!"  There’s screaming, and even when none of the paladins can see what’s going on they can guess the both of them are fighting. Then a strange silence arrives, and carefully, they enter the room. 

They gasp. 

Lotor is dead, and there, holding the decapitated head of the Galra Prince with one hand, covered in blood, panting hard, with a lost look in his eyes… Is Lance. 

“I should’ve done this since the beggining.” Lance whispered, mostly to himself. 

“Lance?” Hunk asks with tremor in his voice. The boy jumps and looks at the paladins with surprise. 


“…Lance, why don’t you… Leave the sword and…  Come with us–”

“Are you crazy, Shiro?! He tried to kill Matt! And look what he did here!”

“Pidge is right! After everything he has done–!” 


Lance’s sword hits the floor. 

“It’s ok, I don’t need it anymore. I only need this.” He says, refering to the head and before anyone can ask him anything there’s a big explosion and everything goes black. 

Lance takes this moment to run away. 


He lifts the head to the monitor wich scans Lotor’s face. Some gates to a strange laboratory opens and Lance runs inside. In the middle of the room there’s something similar to a cryopod with a person inside. 

Lance takes a big breath and puts his hand over his mouth. 

It’s him. 

He touches the panel of the pod with hesitation, and aftter a few second the pod opens, letting a man fall to the ground. Lance walks towards him and kneels. He caress his cheek with the back of his hand. There are tears falling from his eyes now. 

“I found you, I finally found you.” He whispers.

The man stars coughing and opens his eyes just to close them again, trying to adjust to the light. 

“Where I am?… I-Isamu? Is that you?” Lance smiles and tenderly kisses the man’s hairline. “H-how?” 

“Shh, it’s ok. You’re with me now, Sven. Don’t worry. I got you, buddy.” 

He spent several years looking for him, and now, he wasn’t to let him go. 


Let me explain, Lance is not Lance, he is Isamu. And he never got over Sven’s death, his lover. Then, he finds out he wasn’t truly dead but lost in another reality… So, after defeating the Galra in his own reality, he starts traveling others in hopes to find his lost lover. Unfortunately he gets stuck in one, the vld-reality where he changes his name to Lance. 

He finds that the in the reality he’s stuck in, according to a certain alien who knows he doesn’t belong there, he has a 97% chance to find his lover! But the thing is, Isamu makes mistakes, and those mistakes reduces or incresees his chances. Now, you must understand here that Isamu is trapped in a loop. He’s bound to repeat that reality over and over again until he finds Sven. 

So, what does he do? He makes research, he starts working hard to see what path should he take next and this rises his chances of fiding Sven. 

That’s why he joins Voltron.
That’s why the Blue Lion loves him so much (him and Sven. No matter the reality, she still recognize him as her pilot) 
That’s why he avoids Slav at first, because he knows the alien can feel he doesn’t belong there. 
That’s why he lets Lotor take away his information. Because the Prince has the ways to find his lover for him. Because he knows if he doesn’t let Lotor take the comet and everything else, he won’t Sven. He let Voltron have the comet in one reality, and it reduced the chances of finding his lover to 0.
That’s why he joins the arena.
That’s why he stabs Pidge’s brother. He already knows that Lotor wasn’t going to let him kill him. 
That’s why he stays, and does everything the Prince says. 
But he kills Lotor because he’s tired. He never did it before, that was new. And that, was the final step he needed to get his lover. 

I had more in my mind, about the team fiding the truth. About seeing Sven and his relationship to Lance and learning how he was never Lance, but Isamu, a paladin from another reality. But you know, I’m tired of writing and i’m still writing the 5th part of in reverse so… Let me guys know what you think about this crazy idea i had. 

love’s got a hold on me; (m)

⇢ summary: taeyong just doesn’t how to quit while he’s ahead.

⇢ relationship: taeyong x reader

⇢ genre: smut… lol.

⇢ words: 1.9k

⇢ warnings: shame(ful)less smut. sub!taeyong, teasing, orgasm denial.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

a/n: this started out as a conversation and just dwindled into this mess.

Taeyong was good, more often than not. He was sweet beyond compare, thoughtful even at the expense of his own comfort. He was wonderful, and you were certain that no one could replace him even if they dared. He was your boyfriend, and he was willing to please no matter what, no matter when, no matter where. But maybe it was just something in the air, or maybe one of the boys had said something to him that riled his ego, but whatever it had been, he was steadily facing the consequences. Such consequences were torture, the kind he so enjoyed.

“Such a bad boy, you’ve been acting up all day.”

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Survival Starters

“It’s getting dark, we have to find shelter.”
“If we don’t soon find food we’re going to starve to death, even before we get a chance to freeze.”
“You collect branches and I’ll try to hunt for some food…”
“Whatever you do, don’t lose your way back here.”
“Let me look at that. Fuck, that looks painful… we need to find something against the infection.”
“I need to clean the wound. I’m sorry I don’t have anything to numb the pain. Bite down on something, that should help a bit.”
“I can’t feel my feet.”
“I’ve never been this cold in my life… We can’t survive this, can we?”
“It’s been three days since we last saw land… and we’re running low on food.”
“Stop screaming! No one can hear us, you’re just wearing yourself out like this!”
“I don’t know if this is edible, but it’s the only thing I could find.”
“I’m in too much pain. I can’t make it, I’m just holding you back. You need to let me go.”
“If you can’t keep walking, I’m going to have to leave you behind… you know that.”
“What if nobody ever finds us here.”
“I guess we’re lucky the ship sunk close to shore, but why the fuck does it need to be a desert island?!”
“Of all people to get stuck on an island with… Why did it have to be you?”
“There should be a river nearby we can wash in.”
“I can barely remember what food used to taste like…”
“Are you alright? You passed out before. We need to find you something to eat.”
“We need to find shelter. We can continue in the morning when it’s light again.”
“Tell me you have the faintest idea which plants are edible.”
“Just keep talking to me, you’ll be okay. Let me treat your wound.”
“How long have you been sitting here?! Do you WANT to get a heatstroke?”
“What do you miss the most?”
“It can take months for a ship to sail by and even then it’s unlikely they’ll notice us.”
“I’m going insane. There’s water. Water everywhere. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
“You need to stay in the shade, you’re already sunburned as it is.”
“What was that noise…?”
“Can we please stop arguing? We need to work together if we want to survive.”
“We are the only two people on this entire island, why are we fighting?!”
“We’re the only ones who made it ashore… My name’s [NAME]. Nice to meet you…”
“Any idea how to make a fire?”
“I wish I’d died in that shipwreck… This is torture.”
“On the bright side, at least we’re not alone.”
“Whatever you do… don’t think about pizza.”
“How long do you reckon we can survive for? A couple of days? Weeks? Months?”
“I miss my home. I’m starting to forget what it felt like to sleep in a bed.”
“I hope someone thought about my dog/cat…”
“What are we going to do when one of us dies…?”
“Don’t eat any of that food. I’m going to be sick… I don’t think it’s edible!”

anonymous asked:

I waitress at the iceberg lounge and it is awesome. Seriously you get full benefits and the pay is actually decent. Got this job thinking it would be a nightmare. But scarecrow is helping me pass advanced chemistry and joker leaves INSANE tips. Penguin is a great boss. He makes sure NOBODY harasses the waitstaff! Best job ever. #onlyingotham #thevillansarehelpingmegetmydegree #ivyreadmythesisonglobalwarming #shelovedit #haventbeenhitononcewatressing #theinsurancewiththisjobrocks #lovethiscity


So like I’ve definitely gotten better with my makeup since December. I didn’t honestly know if I’d ever post transitional photos of myself because dysporia is still a major thorn mate, but seeing how far I’ve already come does make me feel good. I don’t know how stark the effects of HRT look on me to others eyes, but I’m definitely ecstatic with the results so far. The farthest right image is sometime December of 2016 in my first month of HRT, middle is between May-June 2017, and the farthest left is like a week ago September 2017 in my 9th month on HRT. Nobody’s womanhood is determined by anything but the simple question of if they identify as a women, it sure as hell isn’t determined by whether or not they “pass” as cis. Dysporia is real and HRT/laser hair removal has been lifesaving for me, but no procedure makes me any more women than before, who I am is a constant.

The continuing adventures of bffs Eiffel and Minkowski on earth:

• “if we were the last two people on this planet would you marry me?” / “no.” / “oh thank god I was just thinking about, like, taxes.” / “still no.”
• Eiffel and Minkowski holding hands one night during a thunderstorm, the rain and wind battering their door and windows. They grip tight, tethering themselves to the earth, to the only thing that makes sense. When the storm passes they sit side by side on the sofa, hands around mugs or bags of chips, in silence. Neither of them sleep on nights like that.
• Minkowski feeling guilty about making acquaintances in the neighbourhood because nobody she made friends with in the past stuck around for long. She’s plagued with paranoia and restless anxiety, even looking the butcher in the eye when she buys deli meats makes her heart pound with worry . She’s wrapped up in fear of a history she was part of, but doesn’t exist
• Eiffel more or less refuses to leave the house, preferring to spend his time in the shower or perched on kitchen counter tops like a child. “I don’t like my feet touching the floor sometimes.” / “sometimes I think you just say that so you don’t have to vacuum it.”
• “hey Minkowski, you’re my best friend.” / “I’ve killed people.” / “eh. Details.”

so, a poet falls in love with a poet, and nobody writes about it. not at first, anyways. not while she’s in your arms. there’s enough poetry in the shrunken distance between you, and it never looks as good on paper as it does in her mouth.
she says, your hands are so small.
she says, hold me tighter.

so, a poet falls in love with a poet and you pass metaphors across the bed like code words for all the ways you make each other softer. all open palms and easy touches and the way her eyes light up like the sun when she laughs. you roll them around her mouth but you never write them down.
she says, you leave me breathless.
she says, kiss me again.

a poet falls in love with a poet and you’re still not writing about it, but everything is lemon drops and vanilla chapstick. you suck the poem off her lips and swallow it in one breath; it settles like whiskey, warm and fuzzy. so you chase it with more of her. always more of her.
she says, i feel like i’m drowning.
she says, swallow me whole.

—  the poet writes it down when she’s out of arm’s reach // CAITLIN ABIGAIL

Not for trade dates apply to EVERYONE, not just traders. The reason they exist is so that the people recording these bootlegs do not get arrested for trying to provide bootlegs for us.

Do any of you  know how many people actually record shows in New York and their out of town tryouts and then release them as bootlegs? Five. Of these five, only two actually release these shows on a regular basis. Literally the same 2 - 5 people are the ones providing bootlegs for the ENTIRE theatre community. From this Broadway season alone, the same person has recorded and released: DEH, Amelie, The Bandstand, Sara Bareilles in Waitress, CFA, and Groundhog Day. This doesn’t even include a fraction of what they’ve recorded and released over the years, or the videos they have yet to release. 

My point is, these five people are literally risking their necks and lawsuits recording these shows and are the literal backbone of the trading and bootleg community. In return, they only ask one thing: that these shows never be posted publicly on Youtube, Tumblr, or Stagedork and what you do all do anyway??

Do any of you posting bootlegs “free for all” before the NFT has passed know what happened with the DEH boot? It was up on Stagedork less than two weeks after being released by the master. The NFT was violated and several masters said they would stop recording shows if people kept violating these dates. The reason The Bandstand is NFT until September is thanks to whichever group of people bought the DEH off the master and then uploaded it to Stagedork. And now, once again, Groundhog Day was uploaded to Youtube and Stagedork before the NFT date has passed!

Literally, sharing is nice but respect the masters. Respect their NFT dates. Have some damn patience or go and record your own bootlegs. Because you know whats going to potentially happen now?? Masters will stop recording these shows and then nobody will be able to see them except for those who can make the trip to NYC or wherever else.

Do not ruin this for everybody just because you want more followers/the prestige of having posted the video first.

i just want everyone who has nothing good to say about louis but think they can give their two cents about anything relating to him to kindly proceed to the direction whERE NOBODY GIVES RATASS SHIT ABOUT YOU ALLS IRRELEVANT OPINION,,, he literally wrote an entire song about how orchestrated his public image is it;s literally written word by word how you dont have the whole story, he is literally telling you all densed asses how he is uhmm idk..,,,, A HUMAN BEING????¿ you all hit ur lowest point when u said he used his mom’s passing away for promo bc it was the only way he’d get success, you make me sick to my stomach whenever you all take a jab at his personal situation, appearance, voice… he is singing it he is telling the world how tired he is how fake everything is how celebs are treated as money making objects, he is telling you all he’s only human,

this song is a reminder that he’s only a human being, this song is a reminder how some of you lost yourself so much in this entire mess of a toxic environment, that YOU lost your humanity.

anonymous asked:

Can you do shinee in the morning/morning routines

here you go anon! ㅎㅅㅎ🌸


  • what does he do to his hair in his sleep that it’s defying gravity 
  • seeing how long he can function without opening his eyes
  • getting out of bed: success
  • now if he could just find the door he’ll be golden 
  • gropes around for a bit before forsaking his mission bc he’s hungry
  • sleeping while sitting at the dining table (”i’m just blinking for a really long time”)
  • @minho “feed me”
  • looks in the mirror 
  • who am i


  • faint singing from the shower 
  • is he???
  • he is
  • he’s singing all the parts in bohemian rhapsody (key: *opens door* JJONG IT’S 8AM / jonghyun: thunderbolt and lightning vERY VERY FRIGHTENING / key: omg don’t you dare / jong: galileo GALIELO galileo GALILEO GALILEO FIGARO MAGNIFICOOOOO)
  • emerges from a cloud of steam toweling his hair 
  • passes key who glares at him (jong: *whispers* i’m just a poor boy nobody loves me / key: i will fight you right here RIGHT NOW) 


  • has a sheet mask on (taemin: *points* texas chainsaw massacre!!!!)
  • yawning a lot with exaggerated arm stretches 
  • nonchalantly attempting to punch taemin while doing so 
  • standing and staring in front of the espresso machine as if that’ll make the coffee brew faster 
  • pats the machine after and says “you did well” 
  • waiting for everyone else to get ready bc he already planned his outfit beforehand and also onew you’re not leaving the dorm in that 
  • fluffs his hair a lot 


  • where the FUCK are his omega-3, calcium, vitamin b, d & e, multivitamins, ginseng, hanyak (chinese medicine), protien powder, etc?!??1!
  • slamming all of the cabinets to find them
  • kibum goddammit you can’t just rearrange everything and not tell him!!! he needs those nutrients to live
  • also he swallows all his pills without water wtf 
  • cooking a mushroom egg-white omelette 
  • keeps shaking the pan like he’s going to flip it but doesn’t??? 
  • it’s making onew v nervous watching him


  • brushing his teeth and walking around the kitchen (minho: you’re not supposed to do that out of the bathroom / taemin: *starts moonwalking in circles around him* i do what i want) 
  • should he change his piercing 
  • realizes he can’t find the one he wanted to wear SIGH 
  • steams 20 mandoos 
  • keeps offering people orange juice even though he knows that they all brushed their teeth already
❝ I fell in love with you. ❞

Plot: Tsundere!Yoongi that, suddenly, falls in love with you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romantic, Fluffy ending. 

Words count: 1,3k+

For Anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Trying to do the make up on Jimin is one of the hardest things ever. First; he never stays idle for more than five minutes. Second, his eyes have a strange shape, very closed eyelids and you cuss mentally every time you see a different shade on both of his eyes.



Yoongi’s laugh fills the air and you throw at him your killer gaze, returning to focus on Jimin’s face. They must be ready in 20 minutes and Yoongi still refuses to get the make up. You hate him, you haven’t ever stand him and his behaviours.  

You haven’t stand him because, MAYBE, when you just reached Big Hit you had a crush on him, but Yoongi had decided to break up any hope of yours, making you understand that HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU.

“Y/N, maybe you should change jobs.”

“Maybe you should go to hell.”

“Ouch.” He replies, hiding behind his smile an incredible fun.

Jimin smiles displeased at you and you smile back, being able to finish your job, satisfied with yourself. You give him a slight pat on his shoulder, turning and face, with killer look, towards your ultimate goal. Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi who’s having fun playing with his phone, snubbing you completely.

Like every day, every week, every month of the last two years of your life.


Seokjin is yelling in desperation, you’ve just beaten him at his favorite game, while you’re laughing at him with Taehyung and Hoseok. They’re friends before people for whom, indirectly, you work and they always treated you like one of the “family”.

Suddenly you feel a cold sensation behind your back and turning you find out that Yoongi has just spilled ice under your shirt, then winked at you and going to hide into in his room.

“YOONGI!” You scream getting up, pissed off, rushing to his door and began to knock violently. No one can treat you like this, let alone him.

“There’s nobody, bye!” He replys, making you upset me even more.


“Please, try again later!”

Namjoon opens the door and let you pass, so without hesitation you cast a shoe against Yoongi, that looks at you, completely shocked. You wink at him, a defiant gesture that “sexy” winking, leaving the room and slamming the door.

-This idiot - You think, back to sit on the couch, trying to shake off the feeling of annoyance that he was always able to provoke you.


“Do you put on weight?”

“As much as you’re dumber.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk to me like that? I work for Big Hit and I cou–”

“I work for Big Hit too. If I wanted too, I could turn you in for verbal harassment. ”

“I’m curious to see who wins.”

“I, Min Yoongi.”

“Try it.”


That day is worse than the others. Suffering from severe migraines has always had its drawbacks and you should be used to it, but you don’t. You are locked up in your room in the dark, trying to clear your mind when the doorbell rings twice.

With difficulty you get up out of bed and drag you to the door, only to groan when, opening it slightly, see the unpleasent Yoongi’s smirk in front of you.

“What do you want?”

“You weren’t at work.”

“You’re really good as Sherlock..” You talkin’ trying to lower your voice as you can.

“What’s the matter?”

“Anything that interests you. Have a nice day, Yoongi. ” You bow at him, closing the door into his face and turn to back on your way to get your sick ass into your comfortable bed.  

You let yourself fall onto the bed, without dwelling on what just happened. You don’t wonder why he was there and why, strangely, when he saw you he seemed mostly worried and not arrogant as his usual.


The makes-up are ready on the table, you’re cleaning brushes and expect them to be there. They’re in for a long and heavy night, then you’ve got the layout to do a particular make up in order to have perfection.


Joyful voices greet you and you greet them with a bright smile, completely ignoring Yoongi. You’re used to doing it, it’s the same treatment you receive from him.

You talk for a few minutes with your coworkers, “splitting” the boys and you’re going to start your work on Seokjin, when Yoongi sits on the chair, looking at you waiting.

“You’re with JunYa, get up.”

“I’m comfortable here.”

“Y/N, I got Seokjin!” Tells your partner excited, while you shake your head resigned and start to apply a coat of primer on his pale skin. Neither of both say a single words while you accurately transform his face.

“What a waste..” A whisper lets your lips and he raises an eyebrow, not understanding what you mean. “Forget it.”  

“I’m curious.”

“It doesn’t make any sense to do the make up, when you’re already good-looking without it.” You stammer out without look at him in the eyes, twist out and taking the brush for blending eye shadow, trying to stay calm.

“It’s me you’re talking about” He mumble shrugging and wrinkling his nose, into that expression of feigned astonishment that you saw him do many times.

You look up at the sky and give him a slap behind the neck, making him understand that his shift is over.

Could you, sooner or later, spend a day without the desire to kill him?


Your brother looks at you and you can see the concern on his face, you don’t sleep well for days because of work but it doesn’t make a big deal for you. You lay your face on his shoulder and together look at the photos of his last trip, when you wince at hearing a thump on the coffee table.

You raise your gaze only to see Yoongi, although much of his face was hidden by a black mask.

“We need to talk.” It was an order, his voice oddly cold.

You shrug your shoulders without understanding and strikes a kiss on your brother’s cheek, smiling because he’s completely shocked by the intrusion of the boy.

Your brothers shyly smile and you follow Yoongi out of the café, clutching into your jacket and trying to ignore the cold temperature of that day. You two walk for almost five minutes and you’re about to screw everything, when he tightens your wrist and takes you in a hidden alley.

“Yoongi what the heck?!?”

“Who is he?”


“That guy!”

Your eyes open wide as he lowers his mask and you just notice that he has shortness of breath, as if he was holding back from screaming or had just made a run.

“Yoongi… Why? ”

“Because… Because… ” He stutters and begins to look around, intentionally avoiding your eyes.

You lay your hand on his cheek, turned his face and watching him finally in the eyes. His are full of doubts and fears, you acknowledge those feelings because you often see them into yours, so you wait for him to say something while keeping your hand on his cheek.

“What’s up, Yoongi?”

“I fell in love with you.”

He’s straightforward and you instantly think of bad joke of his, but his look isn’t the usual. He doesn’t look at you with arrogance, not looking like you’re horrible, he doesn’t look at you like you’re invisible. He sees you and that awareness makes you tremble. 


“Who is that guy? Please.. I need to know. If he’s your boyfriend, just pretend I didn’t say anything. ”

“If he is?”

“It would be a nice suck.” He admits, biting his bottom lip.

“If he isn’t?” You ask hiding, or rather trying, the fun to see him flounder in attempts to get out of that situation.

“I’d ask you to hang out.. Maybe you could give me a slap seen as I’ve been with you, I would deserve it, but I would still ask you a date until you say yes. ”

“He’s my brother.”

“He’s your bro–really?” He asks completely shocked, cupping your face in his hands and approaching dangerously to you, so you feel his breath brushing your lips.


“Yes or no?”


“Will you go out with me?”

“Ye–No. You’re not going to win so easily, Min Yoongi. ”

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Happy birthday to a fabulous lady, @papofglencoe! I’ve been working on this story for a while and it’s very close to my heart. As are you. So this is my gift to you. Thank you for your friendship and support in everything! I love you! <3

Rated M for mature themes. Unbetaed so forgive my mistakes.

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my favorite lyrics from every dear evan hansen song

anybody have a map?: “i’m kinda coming up empty, can’t find my way to you” // “’cause the scary truth is i’m flying blind and i’m making this up as i go” 

waving through a window: “give them no reason to stare, no slipping up if you slip away” // “on the outside, always looking in, will i ever be more than i’ve always been?” // “can anybody see? is anybody waving back at me?” // “when you’re falling in a forest, and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound? did i even make a sound? it’s like i never made a sound, will i ever make a sound?”

for forever: “all we see is sky for forever, let the world pass by for forever, feels like we could go on for forever this way” // “and i see him coming to get me, he’s coming to get me, and everything’s okay”

sincerely, me: “kiNKY”

requiem: “cause when the villians fall, the kingdoms never weep” // “after all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true, cause you were not the monster that i knew”

if i could tell her: “but we’re a million worlds apart, and i don’t know how i would even start” // “but what do you do when there’s this great divide, and what do you do when the distance is too wide”

disappear: “If you never get around to doing some remarkable thing, that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering” // “no one deserves to be forgotten, no one deserves to fade away” // “no one should flicker out or have any doubt that it matters that they aren’t here”

you will be found: “have you ever felt like you could disappear, like you could fall and no one would hear” // “maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay” // “even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, when you’re broken and on the ground, you will be found” // “if you only say the word, across the silence, your voice is heard”

to break in a glove: “it takes a little patience, it takes a little time, a little perseverance, a little uphill climb” // “you do the hard thing, and that’s the right thing”

only us: “i don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you, i don’t need you to search for the proof that i should” // “and the rest of the world falls away” // “if you like me for me and nothing else, well, that’s all that i’ve wanted for longer that you could possibly know”

good for you: “are they giving you a world i could never provide” // “and you play who you need to play, and if somebody’s in your way, crush them and leave them behind” // “stop it, stop it, just let me out!” // “so you got what you always wanted”

words fail: “no, i’d rather pretend i’m something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that i am, ‘cause then i don’t have to look at it” // “'cause what if everyone saw? what if everyone knew?would they like what they saw? or would they hate it too?” // “all i ever do is run, so how do i step in… step into the sun?”

so big/so small: “and i knew there would be moments that i’d miss, and i knew
there would be space i couldn’t fill, and i knew i’d come up short a million different ways, and i did, and i do, and i will” // “your mom isn’t going anywhere
your mom will stay right here, no matter what”

finale: because today, today at least you’re you and, that’s enough” // “all I see is sky for forever”