not sure i like this but okay

Sudden Pegasus

Context: We’re all new players and we pretty much failed at keeping a group of bandits from robbing a carriage. Our mage is stuck straddled between the backs of the two horses that pulled it and are coming up to a log in the middle of the road. The DM rolls a 2 for one horse and a Nat 20 for the other.

DM: Okay the horse on the left completely wipes out on the log, but the other clears it. Roll for dexterity to determine which horse you end up on.

Mage (OOC): 14 So I stay on the Right one.

Me/Rogue (OOC): Wait a minute, a Nat 20? That’s like if it just sprouted wings and becomes a pegasus or something.

DM: *pauses* Sure okay I’ll roll for it. If I get exactly a 12 on this d20, it’s a Pegasus.

All: Wait, WHAT?

DM: *rolls* …. Okay so the horse leaps majestically into the air where the sunlight glistens off it’s pure white wings. 

Can’t remember exactly how it went, but the Mage managed to navigate the Pegasus to the ground without killing either of them.

Me/Rogue (OOC): Okay we need to keep him. Anyone have any skill in Animal Handling?

Party (OOC): Nope.

Me/Rogue (OOC): Damn. Is the Pegasus intelligent enough for Persuasion?

DM: I mean, I guess?

Me/Rogue (Terrible at thinking on the fly): Okay buddy, you got a choice. You can just fly around purposelessly all day OR you can have this carrot I have. And you’ll get another carrot each day you stay with us. AND if you’re good I’ll throw in a sugar cube each week.

Me/Rogue (OOC): Okay I roll an 18

DM: Well somehow that worked. The Pegasus, majestic mythologicial being is swayed by the promise of a simple carrot and sugar cube. What do you name h-

Paladin (OOC): CHESTER

Mage (OOC): Oh yes! We should get him sunglasses at the next town!

Me/Rogue (OOC): Sunglasses? Really?

Mage (OOC): What? Protection against bright lights!

Okay so, I was looking through the banquet pics again(as you do lol). And specifically at the ones on Viktor’s phone. Now I’m sure plenty of people pointed this out when the episode first came out but I’mma do it anyways cause it made me laugh.

So clearly picture one is Yuuri getting all up in Viktor’s space but it looks as though he’s noticing Viktor is taking pictures. Or even the possibility that he asked Viktor to. Like, “hey hey, watch this” either way he is looking at the camera is his hand in the bottom right corner almost looks like it was poking at the lens.

The next picture to me(as someone who has done stupid drunk shit in the name of “WATCH THIS AND SEE HOW AMAZING I AM”) looks as though he is going, “watch me drink this whole fucking bottle of champagne!”

So now the bottle is open and his right hand almost looks as if he has just ripped off the cork and just nonchalantly chucked it god knows where across the room.

Homeboy then proceeds to very enthusiastically down the fucking bottle. I believe he definitely knows Viktor is taking pictures and is intentionally “putting on a show”. Cause even when you’re drunk you don’t just flamboyantly drink like that just cause. He wants to impress Viktor.

Last one, this fucker, looking right at the camera, looking so damn proud, smug as fuck holding a presumably empty or almost empty bottle. Everything about his face to me screams, “told ya I could do it. Aren’t you impressed?” Who’s to say they’re even actually photos cause to me they look a lot more like screenshots from a video(which Viktor did say he had videos iirc). Where Yuuri starts out making sure it’s recording, is all, “ALRIGHT WATCH THIS SHIT!” Even moves away from the camera so you can see better, downs the whole bottle then runs back over like, “it’s lit, 10/10 would drink again, I did so good” because a drunk Yuuri is a confident Yuuri, and Viktor approves. I can just see the grin on his face, during that scene with his little “wow”

so… now we’re using the “30 day title defense” rule?

let get me this straight, it was perfectly okay when brock went AWOL when he had the wwe title, but it’s not with naomi?

if you knew she was going to be out– why not let her keep the title and build up the other women in the division? OR… have somebody “attack” naomi and take her out of commission, like how they used to do.

i swear to god- you cannot pick and choose when you want to enforce “rules”. because watch, when goldberg wins the wwe universal championship, they sure as hell aren’t going to be using this stipulation.



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anonymous asked:

Well, this is kinda angsty, but can I request a scenario where zen & mc are together and in the last rfa party zen slept with jaehee and after a few days jaehee couldn't deal with the blame and told mc in front of all rfa but MC pretended not to believe her (andthenrfa*cof*saeran*cof*tryingtocomforther). This is ridiculously specific, i know lolol but feel free if you don't want to do it, it's okay, or if you want to change anything just do it 😅 I love love love your blog and your writing ❤❤❤❤❤

Ok so this post actually ended up being realllly long and I don’t know how to do the ‘read more’ thing so I’m really sorry to anyone trying to scroll by

And I’m so glad you like my writing, and I’m also really glad I got this request because at first I wasn’t sure how to write it (I basically ended up writing a fanfiction using bullet points haha oops) but I had a lot of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: I don’t think Zen would ever cheat and I actually don’t think Jaehee has any romantic feelings for him, just admiring adoration.

And I know you said I could change things
but it’s rlly angsty 
and I’m an angst monster and I kinda love it sooo i’m gonna keep it exactly how you wrote it  

let’s do it

  • Zen had always been flirty with you
  • And at some had started flirting back
  • And soon it was more than flirting and you found yourself head over heels for each other
  • Constant phone calls too each other where you’d gush over how you wished you could see each other
  • Good morning and Goodnight texts
  • The occasional shameless flirt in the public chat
  • Once you two met at the first RFA party it was like a scene from a Disney movie, you two all but ran to each other and he swung you around once he snagged you in a tight embrace
  • Looking into his eyes you swore this could be love
  • He did too.
  • He really did swear he was in love with you
  • You were everything he had hoped and more
  • You were the person that woke him up everyday and put a smile on his face, you were the person that he thought of when love songs came on the radio, when he was on stage you were his muse, when he lay down to sleep at night you were the final thought in his head, and the first one in his dreams.
  • The next RFA party was a few months after you two had first met in person, only a couple months into your very happy relationship
  • You two had spent the first half of the night joined at the hip, happily enjoying each other’s company.
  • But somewhere throughout the nights timeline you both got distracted by separate guests and acquaintances and wandered away from each other.
  • Zen started drinking. Whoever he was talking to kept egging him on and the two of them were having a good ole time, which is rare for Zen in these occasions because the guests are usually upper class aristocrats like Jumin or if they are there for Zen, it’s as fans instead of friends
  • So he thought he’d treat himself
  • It got to be a bit much
  • The other guests were starting to notice and Jumin was not going to have the press covering Zen’s drunken gusto at an RFA event
  • “Assistant Kang,” Jumin sauntered over to Jaehee while keeping his eyes on Zen. “please escort Hyun to the back where he can cool down, out of the cameras’ lines of sight.”
  • “Of course, Mr. Han” And Jaehee was off. She was relieved that she had an excuse to get Zen out of the room, she too recognized the bad press that could follow this event but felt she hadn’t had the authority to tell Zen otherwise
  • But under the guise of Jumin’s will, she was able to convince Zen to head to the back so ‘Jumin wouldn’t bitch’ (in the words of the actor).
  • Soon it was just the two of them in the back room, Jaehee giving Zen water as he yanked at his shirt collar, complaining it was hot.
  • In his drunken shenanigens he managed to undo all his buttons at some point while Jaehee was getting more water, so she came back to shirtless Zen.
  • Zen knew those eyes.
  • As the assistant stared at his pectorals with a slight blush on her cheeks, he looked into her eyes and saw something
  • Adoration. Admiration. Want.
  • She wanted him.
  • Somewhere, deep in his psyche, behind the pseudo narcissist wall, 10 year old Hyun Ryu craved the attention. The positive attention his mom said he’d never get
  • He had you
  • But in that moment he had Jaehee too, and he couldn’t turn that down
  • Jaehee doesn’t even know how it initiated, she just recalls Zen pressing her against the wall and kissing her with a passion she’s never felt before.
  • His hands undoing the buttons of her shirt
  • His lips whispering praises of how she was not only successful, but also beautiful. And so sweet. And smart. And-
  • She almost cried. Someone as talented as Zen saw something so great in someone as plain as her? Impossible.
  • But he kept assuring her, and touching her, and loving her
  • Loving her the way he should have been loving you
  • The guilt hit her, but she watched it disappear as ecstasy took over
  • Zen passed out once they were both finished, pants undone and shirt wide open, but eyes closed and soft breaths flying in and out of his lips
  • Jaehee was wide awake though.
  • She was leaning against the wall, clothes messily pulled back on and tears threatening her eyes
  • The guilt was back and it felt like the weight of the world’s biggest mistake was sitting on her shoulders
  • She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at Zen, and she started crying when she thought of you.
  • “What have I done?”
  • After every party, the RFA gets together a few days later to go over logistics. What worked, what didn’t, who came, how to convince more people to come, etc
  • Jaehee’s heart dropped as you and Zen walked in together, a bright smile on your face, a blank slate on his.
  • No not blank
  • When Jaehee met his crimson eyes she saw it, the same thing he probably saw in her eyes: Guilt. Remorse. Regret.
  • She could barely stomach the feel as you greeted her and hugged her
  • “Jaehee! Good to see you! I feel like we didn’t get to talk much at the party thanks to someone making a little scene” As you pulled away you playfully rolled your eyes towards Zen. 
  • He just gave a nervous chuckle
  • Jaehee opened her mouth, ready to spill her guts, only to find it was dry as cotton. 
  • You gave her a quizzical look, ready to ask what was wrong, but Jumin’s voice interrupted with “Shall we begin?” looking pointedly at the three of you.
  • “Yahoo~” Seven cheered as he plopped down next to Saeran, who had recently been getting dragged along to all the RFA meetings, given he tended to just sit in the corner and pout.
  • Much like right now. He did little more than look at you and nod, which was as courteous a greeting as you were going to get with him.
  • Yoosung nodded, signaling everyone was ready, and the discussion began
  • You all were about 30 minutes into the conversation
  • Except for Jaehee
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the night of the party
  • She couldn’t stop looking at you and feeling guilty
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about telling you
  • “I need water” She stood up abruptly, startling everyone a bit
  • Jumin had a bit of an annoyed look on his face but conceded with “Fine. Quick 5 minute break for everyone”
  • Jaehee booked it to the kitchen
  • “Uh…I’m thirsty too.” Cue Zen bee-lining after her.
  • “Are you Okay??” He asked in a harsh whisper
  • “No I’m not okay!” Jaehee hissed back “We…we have to tell her.”
  • “No!” Zen’s eyes widened “No. You and I both know it was a mistake that will never happen again. She doesn’t need to know.”
  • “Zen if you love her-”
  • “I do love her!” He snapped back “I love her which is why I can’t lose her Jaehee. I know we messed up, I do. But..I can’t lose her over my mistakes” His eyes were pleading even more than his voice
  • Jaehee just stared into the crimson orbs, feeling the knot in her stomach grow. She just weakly nodded.
  • There was a moment of silence before she chugged her glass of water and turned to head back towards the living room where everyone was seated
  • She took a strong stride in
  • She bit her tongue
  • She was not going to-
  • You were the first face she met walking back in
  • Your smile welcoming her back to the circle
  • Your eyes cheery
  • Your heart open to her as it had been since the first day even when she treated you coldly.
  • Zen was right behind Jaehee and nearly bumped into her when she stopped dead in her tracks
  • “Jaehee?” You and he called at the same time, him due to her abrupt stop, and you because of the tears suddenly pouring from her eyes.
  • “Jaehee what’s wrong?” You rushed to her, attracting everyone’s attention
  • You caught Zen’s face from over her shoulder, his eyes wide. Knowing.
  • “M-MC” Jaehee choked out
  • “W-What is it?” You asked worriedly taking her trembling hands in yours
  • “MC” Her voice fell. There was just a moment of silence. Everyone in the room was looking, the outburst had even taken a hold of Saeran’s full attention.
  • “Zen and I…we’ve done something awful” 
  • You knew what she was suggesting No you didn’t. No way that’s what she meant you’re just confusing things.
  • “…What did you do?” You asked cautiously
  • Sniffling. Endless sniffling. You looked to Zen, who was pale and looked like he was also ready to cry.
  • “Zen…what happened?”
  • “I’m so sorry” He managed to get out before the lump in his throat clogged his vocal cords.
  • “At the party MC we- we had….” Jaehee couldn’t get the filthy three letter word out of her mouth
  • You dropped her hands and looked to Zen
  • “MC I’m so sorry” Zen repeated, his voice shaking even more
  • Everyone was quiet, waiting for your response
  • You had none. Just an empty stare and mouth slightly agape, waiting for words to come out of their own accord
  •  Finally they did
  • “This is a really cruel joke to play” You feigned a very obvious forced smile as your eyes blinked back tears “I never thought you guys would do such a thing..haha” You wiped a way a small drop ready to roll down your cheek
  • “MC!” Jaehee exclaimed “This isn’t-”
  • “Jaehee.” Your voice dropped. “I really don’t find this funny.”
  • “Neither do I!” The brown haired girl went to take your hand again but you pulled away
  • “And Zen” You turned to him “I don’t- I don’t…” You couldn’t finish the sentence
  • They were everywhere. Pouring down your face, flooding your eyes, gathering in a small pool at your chin. It was an onslaught of tears rolling down your cheeks, choking your words, your thoughts, your everything.
  • “MC” Zen reached out to you, only to have his hand swatted away by yours.
  • You just stared at him and cried, forcing him to look you in the eyes as your faux smile fell to pieces. 
  • You felt a hand softly fall upon your shoulder, and you turned to see Seven looking at you, apologetic pity in his eyes. Saeran stood behind him, wearing an angrier version of his twin’s sentiment. 
  • “Let’s go for a ride, get some fresh air, huh MC?” The red head’s voice was soft
  • You softly nodded and let him guide you towards the door, not even able to muster up to energy to look back at Jaehee and Zen. 
  • Saeran did however, and he looked back towards the two with a face full of disgust, up until the moment he slammed the door
  • “what a good meeting” Jumin grumbled under his breath as he turned a disdainful eye towards Zen
  • You drove for a couple hours probably. Most of it in silence, but a comfortable one. You were in the passenger seat and Saeran was in the back, Seven at the wheel finding desolate roads and flying down them, giving the wind of your open window some sort of purifying feeling. It stung, but it felt good. Your hair whipped around and the land raced by and you occasionally sobbed but that was ok.
  • Eventually you found yourself back at the Chois’ place, sitting on the couch, staring at a TV playing a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to for the last hour. Your mind was elsewhere, wondering what you had done wrong.
  • You looked at the carton of ice cream in your hand, only doing so because the sight of Saeran setting his own empty one on the coffee table had triggered you to remember Seven had given you your own carton to drown your sorrows in.
  • The redhead had actually gone out to buy more, so it was just you and Saeran on the black leather couch staring at the TV screen.
  • “Do you want this?” You offered the ice cream to Saeran who’s expression turned from bored to surprised, probably because you’d been silent for the past six hours aside from a sob here and there.
  • “You don’t want it?”
  • “I’m not hungry”
  • He stared at you and the carton for a second, his face unreadable.
  • He wanted to insist you eat the ice cream, because personally he found it to always make him feel better, but he figured you didn’t want to hear it.
  • He took the carton from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you two
  • Silence aside from the noise of the TV.
  • He cast a glance to you, only to find your eyes on the floor.
  • “doyou wantalk” You barely understood what he said it was so quiet
  • “What?” You looked to him
  • He thought you were asking out of surprise rather than inaudibility and “My therapist…he says that talking things out makes you feel better.” He looked indignant for a moment, likely remembering how stupid he felt when he rejected the idea only to find later that his therapist had been correct
  • “I…I have nothing to say” Your shell of a voice whispered
  • Saeran furrowed his brows at you. “Say you hate them”
  • “What?”
  • His voice raised a bit “You hate them don’t you? So say it. The therapist said talk about your feelings so start there. They’re scumbags who hurt you and deser-”
  • “No!” You’re voice hit a volume it hadn’t reached in hours. “I don’t hate them!”
  • Saeran was mixed with confusion and anger “What do you mean you don’t hate them? One of your best friends and your boyfriend fucked-”
  • There it was
  • Someone finally said it.
  • The hot tears made a return and began rolling down your cheeks as sudden sobs erupted from your mouth
  • Saeran was alarmed at the sudden show and tried to pinpoint the trigger. He supposes it could be his last sentence but it’s not as if it wasn’t something we all knew.
  • “I….I don’t hate them” You cried once the worst of the sobs subsided.”I don’t even think I want to hate them. I mean it’d be easier but…I don’t. Jaehee…it’s not her fault. She wrapped up in it all. And she’s always liked Zen. How could she have said no. And he..he was drunk” You sputtered out your rationalizations to find that they only annoyed Saeran
  • “The Assistant should still no better. But fine. You know what? She’s not dating you, and clearly she triggered you finding out the truth. So let’s pretend she’s ok? What about the actor? I don’t care that he was drunk. There’s no excuse for him doing that!” The white haired boys voice had become louder and louder, fists clenching tighter and tighter as he began riling up old feelings of betrayal he once felt. “He abandoned you! He left you in the dust and for what? He failed you!”
  • You don’t know when it happened but Saeran had turned towards you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them tight in between his own. His mouth was contorted into some sort of snarl and you saw a fire raging behind his minty eyes. 
  • “’re hurting my hands” You squeaked out.
  • Your small voice dragged him out of whatever memory he was reliving and he sort of faded back into reality with a few blinks of his eyes before turning his attention to his hands. He let go of yours and in a flat voice uttered a “sorry”.
  • You guys were silent again, just staring at the floor, both living in whatever sad memory chose to cross your brains.
  • “You deserve better is all” He finally said.
  • “I know” You replied, voice empty of any real feeling.
  • You looked up, staring at the TV but not actually watching as a man on a horse offered a hand towards a young woman. “I just can’t stop thinking about him. About the him I fell in love with. Is he really gone?”
  • Saeran followed your gaze to the TV, looking on as the girl hopped on the horse. “I think so. That’s assuming he was the guy you thought he was at any point.”
  • “He was.” You said, a little defensive. Saeran looked towards you, watching your emotionless expression, knowing that there was a storm underneath despite the calm appearance. He knew because he often did the same, rocking a stoic appearance while watching all hell break loose in his own head.
  • “Is this the part where I say ‘It gets better’?” 
  • “Do you believe that it does?”
  • “Not a fuckin’ chance” A bitter smirk twisted his lips 
  • “I appreciate the honesty” You sighed
  • “Not in the way that we think it will anyway” He looked off into space somewhere.
  • “Hm?” You turned to him
  • “Everyone imagines that one day soon they’re going to wake up and suddenly it’s not going to hurt anymore. That there’s gonna be a day when you don’t think about this. You’re always gonna think about it. You’re always gonna wonder what you did wrong. Why God hates you. What things would be like if it didn’t happen.”
  • “You don’t think that there can be a day when it all feels ok?” You ask, partially to heal your hopeless heart, and partially because you see Saeran is projecting his own feelings and you’re curious to know how he feels.
  • “Maybe. I haven’t hit it yet though. Doubt I will.” 
  • You stared as he looked off into the distance, feeling as if you could see the scenes of his past playing in his eyes.
  • You were just about to recede back into your ball of depression and hopelessness before he spoke again and took your attention
  • “But that’s me. You’re…you, MC” your questioning look prompted him to continue “You’re…a good person.”
  • “You are to-” You went to say but he cut you off by turning and leaning towards you with a new intensity in his face.
  • “Not like you. If at all” He scoffed. “ You though, everyone loves you. And they’re right too. Because…” suddenly he stopped himself, seeming to turn a little shy.
  • “Because?” You wanted, no, needed to hear this.
  • He gulped down his fear and turned his eyes to the side, unable to look at you as he delivered his next few words, scared of you seeing through him even more than you usually do. 
  • “MC, you’re..everything. You’re smart, you’re cute, and you’re …kind. You always know what to say to help everyone. And that’s the thing. You try to help people, even people trying to hurt you…” His eyes turned back to you “You saw a good in me even when I didn’t. You risked your life to help my brother to save me. You’re…kind of like an angel.”
  • You just stared, taken aback by such kind words, from Saeran of all people. 
  • You were right to be surprised, he wasn’t usually this smooth in conveying his feelings verbally…there must have just been something about you that made it easy for him to talk.
  • “If it gets better for anyone, it’ll be for you, MC” He reached for your hand out of instinct, but pulled back instantly when your skin touched, as if he just realized what he was doing. His eyes did the same, it looked like he just realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, and a sort of wall was raised behind his irises and his whole body tensed a bit.
  • He was scared of being rejected.
  •  …
  • Your hand slowly reached out to his, which was floating in the space between you two, and when he didn’t pull back, you interlaced your fingers together. 
  • A look of awe decorated both of your faces.
  • “Thank you…Saeran.” The light of the TV bounced off your wet eyes, making them look extra glossy.
  • The boy just looked at you, wide eyed, apprehensive for a moment, then nodded and tightened his grip on your hand. It wasn’t the same anger induced bear trap grip from when he grabbed them before. Now it was just firm, reassuring, like a hug.
  • “MC…things will get better for you. If not? I’ll make them.” He gave a subtle squeeze of the hand, giving you the nostalgic feeling of a pinky promise.
  • “You already did.” You let your head, heavy from spinning and sobbing all day, fall on his shoulder.
  • He just looked at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath a pulling you closer, his free hand rubbing your back gently. 
  • Maybe he was wrong
  • Maybe things would get better for him too

Tabata: we aren’t opposed to adding new areas, but it would take a year.

Me: okay.

Tabata: I’d like to do Insomnia, but that would also take a year.

Me: okay…

Tabata: If we added more areas it would take a y-

Me: *grabs Tabata;s face* listen you made me care about this damn game I don’t care how long it takes just give me everything that was supposed to be there. other people have been waiting for this game for 10 years I’m sure they can handle it. 


(I’m tagging, but just in case someone doesn’t have it blacklisted this is your Spider Warning ™ there be spiders ahead)

So around 3 years ago someone from Georgia Tech (ur welcome rest of the states) was in Peru, and underneath a tarp he found this strange little structure.

It turned out to be made of silk, and for a year no one could figure out what built it or why it looked like it did, so they named it ‘silkhenge’ while they kept investigating. Not only was it really intricate, but it was SUPER TINY

Finally it was discovered that it’s built by a spider, quickly dubbed the Silkhenge Spider, but even by spider standards it’s extremely bizarre. While they originally thought it may contain spermatophores, it turned out to contain an egg. Just ONE egg. This presumably wasn’t because the parents used multiple structures, either. Although some were found closer together, all of them only contained one tiny baby spider. 

Their best guess was that the little picket fence is designed to keep out or trap predatory insects that might eat the egg, but we still aren’t sure what the little tower is for, if the parents create more than one structure, or even what the adult spider looks like. 


Super recently Phil Torres and some quality boys over at The Jungle Diaries on Youtube recorded the first ever footage of the birth of this tiny spider child. AND IT WAS TWINS.

They were unable to keep them and watch them mature due to a lack of tiny enough feeder insects in their remote location, but they’ve said they hope to try in the future. I hope they record lots of video if they do so that we can all watch these precious tiny children grow.

anonymous asked:

i'd be so amazing if we could get like 2000 people for that thunderclap, even 1000. maybe we could trend, or make a big impact, and let them know we demand the erasure stop. it's sad to see it at like 175 signatures cause i'm sure this blog has at least 2000 followers. if everyone signed up we could really make a difference. and it's sad that riverdale got SO BIG as a fandom on tumblr and the great majority of non-aspecs don't seem to give a shit about the aroace erasure :'( even those who know

It really shows how many people are paying attention at one time. And this isn’t to shit on anyone I miss tweets and tumblr posts all the time. But my twitter has nearly 3000 people and I’m like okay please like 10% of you do the thing. 

It’s okay. 69% of goal supported, 8 days left. Sign up here, tell your friends.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask a mini fic or scenario where unknown breaks into Mc's apartment but Mc is quite loopy (like from meds w side affect or maybe she's a bit drunk) but like she's super affectionate, so she leans against him or rubs up against him cuddling and nuzzles into him innocently, and plays w his hair and boops his nose etc Just silly affection, but she does this as unknown takes her all the way to mint eye, so then he's just in front of rika with mc leaning against his shoulder all happy

Hello~! I’m not sure if this is quite what you want, but it’s still pretty cute, I think~! Hehe!

– R.I.

God, where is this woman??

6 hours. He’d been waiting for her for 6 hours. Granted, it wasn’t like she was supposed to be quietly waiting for me to break into her apartment to scare her, but- but… Okay, no that actually sounds reasonable. Never mind.

A part of him was a bit worried if you’d found out about his plans somehow, and you’d already taken shelter with one of the RFA members. But he decided to wait it out for a while longer. According to his research, you were always home by 12 in the morning.

Finally, the door unlocked, and he could hear the jangling of your keys as you pushed through the door. Before he could step out creepily, he could hear the bounce in your steps as you skipped through the entrance, shutting the door closed behind you. Well, you seemed to be a great mood.

(Or he’s just in a bad mood, after being left to wait 6 hours to scare you. At this rate, maybe he should just stay for a sleepover or something. He deserved it lololol)

Unknown stepped out from the shadows of the wall he hid behind, a sinister glint in his eyes as he eyed you carefully. “Well, well, well… Look what we have he-“

You notice him and jump over to him excitedly. “Ohmigosh! I didn’t see you there!!” you exclaim happily. “Welcome to my humble abode~ Let’s play!”

A bit offended by your lack of reaction, he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. I swear I had the creepy act perfected. Why is it not working?

You sniffed him, then suddenly pressed your nose into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “You smell soooo nice~” you sigh dreamily, burying yourself into his scent.

“Are you… drunk?” he asks cautiously, feeling a bit overwhelmed. This was not going according to plan. In fact, it was the opposite. You were creeping him out.

“Drunk? No way, I don’t drink!” you glare at him for his assumption. “But I diiid just grab a niiice cup of coffee from Jaehee earlier… Seven was there too!! He was acting a bit weird though, he laughed the entire time…”

My stupid, idiotic brother must have put drugs into her coffee… Unknown realized, mentally facepalming. He figured that the caffeine’s effect on making you act hyperactive plus an enhancement drug probably brought you to this… unrefined state.

“Well, come on, let’s go,” he stated, dragging you to the window.

“What? No! You just got here,” you pouted, tears welling up in your eyes. “You smell so nice, please don’t leave…”

His cheeks reddened, embarrassed by what you had said. “Sh-shut up already!” he mustered a weak glare at you, which only served to make him look absolutely adorable.

You giggled at the sight, and raised your hand to his nose. “Boop!” you pressed his nose. “Daawwh, you’re so cute~”

Annoyed (no, he’s actually enjoying this, guys), he drags you to the window, where a safety line has already been attached. He holds you in his arms, (in which you lean into his chest because man, he has some nice muscles) and jumps out the window.

“WHEEE!!” you screamed as you felt the wind blow against your skin from the force of your fall.


Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about? Unknown mentally sweat-dropped from your random statement. No, more importantly, what do you mean by yet? I’m kidnapping you, woman. What the hell are you going on about?

Finally, the two of you land on the grass, and he takes the brunt of the fall on his back. You lie on top of him, feeling the aftereffects of the fall in your head—you felt a bit dizzy.

“Are you okay?” he cautiously asked.

“Man, you’re a weird kidnapper! Who asks their victim if they’re okay?? This isn’t like the movies at all… or maybe you’re just a nice guy!” you wonder out loud.

Well, at least you were aware that you were being kidnapped.

He leads you to his car, and puts it into autopilot as you hop into the passenger seat cheerily, swinging your legs. “THIS IS COMFY! You have good taste in cars, Mr. Kidnapper~” you compliment him. “And the car smells just as nice as you, wow!”

Again, his heart seemed to skip a beat. “You… you’re really… strange,” he muttered, suppressing a blush from spreading across his cheeks.

You crawl over to his side of the car, and sit on his lap. “Hehe~ you’re even more comfortable, Mr. Kidnapper,” you mumble as you hug his chest, suddenly falling asleep.

His heart beat insanely fast, but you were already close to losing consciousness.

“Your heartbeat… sounds nice,” you yawn before the darkness faded in.

One can only imagine how flustered Unknown became throughout the ride back to Mint Eye Headquarters.

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 41

Instead of answering his phone or going to the door, Jared continued to hold me. It seemed like we both needed each other’s reassurance that we were okay.

“I hate that we have to leave without talking about this.” He whispered in my ear.

“It’s okay.” I whispered back, “Can we please just let it go?”

I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful or not that we had to leave. The longer we stood there, the more I wanted to just forget the whole thing. Despite my feelings on this, I know Jared and he’s not going to let it go. As he’s always said, communication was key and without a doubt he’ll want to make sure there aren’t any hidden feelings before we move on.

Pulling back, he brought his eyes to mine, “Are we okay?”

“Yes.” I said, nodding my head. Pressing my lips to his in a quick kiss, I tighten my arms around him.

Jared doesn’t like to make mistakes, period. When he does, it seems it completely throws him off. As hard as he tries to be perfect, is as hard as he is on himself when he’s not. Despite still being a little upset with him for this mess, I felt like he’s mentally beaten himself up enough and now all I wanted was for him to be okay.

Talk about turning the tables…

When his phone started to ring again, I lifted my head off his chest, “We should go.
Everything is ready and by the door.”

With a knowing sigh, he brought his hands to cup my cheeks then laid his forehead against mine he closed his eyes. I knew he was sorry. I knew I was sorry too.

I was sorry this whole situation happened and I was sorry our only hour or so alone today was ruined.

Still, there were a few positives that came from all of this. One of them was that I knew I really meant something to him. Clearly, I was far more than important than his whoever’s available randoms. We were building something solid that he cared about.

The other positive was that we learned a little bit about how each of us deals with anger and frustration. Hopefully next time we disagree, things won’t blow up as they did today.

Softly kissing me, his thumbs caressed my skin. Parting my lips with his velvety tongue, he deepened our kiss seemingly hoping to express and receive feelings of reassurance that we didn’t have time to completely share.

When the knocking on the door became full blown pounding, Jared turned his face from mine to yell, “I’ll be right fucking there.”

Emma was going to be so pissed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, still concerned.

“I am.” I said nodding, “I’m ready…”

Smiling, I kissed his lips then let my grip on his shirt go. We were falling further and further behind with each passing second. Each second of behind on our schedule makes things that much harder on everyone and I felt bad about that. I didn’t want anyone to think my presence had a negative effect on the tour.

Yes, in true Vivie fashion, I worried about EVERYTHING.

“Okay.” He finally nodded, letting his hands slip gently down my face.

There was still a sadness in his eyes, probably in mine too. We had just had out first full blown fight and now we were in that uncomfortable, uneasy time where you wished so desperately that things would just feel normal again.

We walked to the door and he pulled it open to see a very frazzled looking Emma on the other side.

“Jared, we’re going to miss our flight…”

She was clearly upset but her demeanor changed as soon as she stepped into the room. It must have been the negative energy floating around or the unease still there a bit between Jared and I. I just could see, she knew something was not quite right. After a very tight look from Jared, she dropped it and didn’t say another word. I’m quite sure this was the last situation she thought she’d be walking into.

As the bellman stepped inside to load our luggage onto his cart, we made our way to the elevator. Jared’s hand folded around mine as we walked, both of us wanting to stay connected even in such a small way.

Emma thankfully broke the uncomfortable silence once we stepped in the elevator as she started to go over the itinerary for the rest of the day. For my part, I somewhat zoned out. With all the emotions of the last few hours still on my mind, I was looking forward to the plane ride and the peace that would come along with it.

As we walked through the lobby, I reached in my purse grabbing my sunglasses, slipping them on once we stepped outside. The van was just to the right of the lobby doors and as Emma said, everyone else was waiting on us.
I let go of Jared’s hand so I could get in while he finished going over things with Emma and the last of the luggage was loaded in.

“Hey Vivie!” Shannon said waving as I walked past.

“Hey guys!”

Shannon and Tomo were off to the side, having one last cigarette before we all piled in.

“Ya ready?” Tomo asked as he made his way towards me.

“I sure am!” I said, stepping up into the van, trying to sound as excited as I possibly could.

Tomo got in right after me while Shannon stayed outside to finish his cigarette. It looked like Emma and Jared had wrapped up their conversation as she tipped the bellhop then made her way to the front of the van. Instead of following her, Jared walked over to Shannon.

His back was to me but I could tell from the shocked expression on Shannon’s face that he was telling him what happened. Or at least he was giving him the highlights. Shaking his head, Shannon threw his cigarette on the ground, stomped it out then it kinda gave Jared an encouraging pat on his back.

“Jared, we gotta go.” Emma said out the window.

Jared ignored her but Shannon nodded then started to make his way to the van. Jared finally ended up following. He still looked a bit upset about everything but once he stepped in the van, his demeanor lightened.

I smiled as Jared slipped in our seat, happy to feel him next to me again. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder he pulled me into him, kissing my temple.

“Okay, come on, lets go.” He shouted to towards the front, suddenly anxious to get going.

The ride to the airport was rather short but we silently cuddled together in the back seat. Jared’s arm stayed around my shoulders the whole time and as the minutes ticked by, we both started to feel that familiar comfort we always had with each other.

“It shouldn’t be a long flight but once we land we’re going straight to the venue so we can do the Meet and Greet. After that we’ll have an hour or so before sound check. I’m sorry it’s going to be so hectic.” He said, weaving his fingers in my hair to caress them against the back of my head.

He was being so tender and loving with me.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m excited to see what tour life is all about.” I said smiling.

As our eyes connected for a moment, it was the first time I could really see beyond his wall and into his true feelings. Sorrow over what happened was still there but so was gratitude and maybe even love if I dare say it.

“Thank you for coming with me, Vivie…” He whispered, sincerity echoing through each word as he pulled me in tighter.

“There’s no place else I’d rather be.” I whispered back, cupping his softly bearded cheek in my hand to pull his lips to mine for a quick kiss.

Pressing his forehead to mine, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, baby girl…”

Snuggling into him, I knew things still weren’t quite right but they would be…

pls go by what mark says guys. He says hes fine, and hes still a minor so i doubt theyre making him work overtime like how they would probably do if he was older. He has a curfew so as long as hes getting rest and support from his loved ones everyday, hell be fine ♡

okay folks time for renison for the ask meme (part two of anon’s request) let’s dive in


who is more likely to hurt the other?

i wanna say that they’ve transcended hurt and experience only love and peace for the rest of their lives but unfortunately…. allison…. is a bitch bless her

basically I think allison can be harsh when she’s upset and she tries to make sure that shit never touches renee but sometimes it does and she likes it when she can upset ppl bc it makes her feel strong again? but she also can’t stand renee hurting so it’s this constant discord. (but also renee pulls away so much to protect people and it hurts allison to see her go, sometimes.)

who is emotionally stronger?

they’re both absolute warriors lemme tell you. remember when allison’s boyfriend died and she pulled her hair back and got to fucking work?? remember when renee’s life was a vicious cycle of abuse and she took up a bible and started smacking ppl around with it?? BOTH of them could be sifting through their emotional baggage at 5 and kicking ass at 5:30 tbh

who is physically stronger?

renee,,,,, could kill you with her hands tied behind her back

she spars and LIFTS she is gentle and small and she has a six pack and she carries her gf to bed

who is more likely to break a bone? 

I can’t imagine anything getting the best of renee even like.. the ground… but also allison walks in towering heels 24/7 and has yet to bust her ass so maybe they’re both superhuman?? I feel like maybe renee would take things too far and break a pinky when she’s scrapping with andrew and probably dead-faced set her own finger and leave every fox……. shaken

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Allison can rip out every follicle of your hair if she’s in the mood, she’s neil with crystal earrings, just bc her mouth is all perfectly applicated peaches & cream doesn’t mean it’s not filthy

she never uses renee’s past against her though. never.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

I think renee is a LOT more willing to admit when she’s in the wrong, and her life is pretty much a balance of redemption and honesty so I think she apologizes very earnestly and seriously and allison basically snorts and tells her it’s forgotten and goes in for neck kisses

allison is a liiiittle too proud to apologize but when she knows she’s done BAD and when they’re alone & intimate in their apartment allison will come in crying and bare-faced and apologize and apologize and apologize

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

renee is scrappy and allison hates it but she’ll sit down for hours making sure every bit of renee is seen to, and she’ll neatly cover up renee’s bruises like she did for neil, quiet and sweet and methodical like she rarely is

who is in constant need of comfort? 

yikes it’s always both w our foxes man

I think allison’s loss is such a fresh wound in her mind and it’s so constant. She still feels so brutally undervalued for her talent and her ingenuity and her strength, and like. that gets bad. Renee’s loss runs deeper and harder and she can’t even think about it, most of the time. She’s making constant amends, but no matter how many times she prays before bed the nightmares still come. (so does allison, lighting sweet smelling candles and brushing renee’s hair back and kissing her face)

who gets more jealous? 

TOUGH bc I think renee projects this very ‘i’ve transcended human emotions and am an eternal sweetie with clothes knit from bible verses’ but she’s still very human and her girlfriend is very very hot and if one more man touches allison without her permission renee will take his hand off :))

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

okay… neither.. 

who will propose? 

I think allison would and I think she would spend 1 million dollars trying to make it unforgettable even though they could be collapsed on the court after a game and renee would say yes? they could be in bed or walking with their arms linked or having their weekly chinese food with dan and matt and renee would always say yes

(she proposes when they’re on vacation, at some european cathedral with streaming stained glass so renee can feel as close to god as allison feels to renee, and every pew is filled with a different colour of flower and a choir sings something ancient and sapphic ok bye)

who has the most difficult parents?


who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

it’s pretty equal on the PDA front they’re very affectionate ppl

like I imagine Allison w her hands in the pockets of her designer bomber jacket and renee slipping her hand in too and smiling like fucking summer just rolled in early and hung up its coat

who comes up for the other all the time? 

you know that post where allison calls renee ‘exy’s cutest goalkeeper’?? yeah.. picture that…. all the time

who hogs the blankets? 

you’d think allison bc she enjoys the height of luxury at All Times but it’s renee actually she nests it’s what she does

I think bc she’s so comfortable that she subconsciously lets herself take more than her fair share

who gets more sad? 

allison is more outwardly sad, and it manifests itself in a shade that’s almost angry, almost nothing at all

she hates that she never got to see what seth could have been and she hates that her parents don’t love her and she hates the sight of her own face sometimes

renee doesn’t let the darkness in but when she does she spirals, hard, and she can’t even feel worthy of the cross she wears or the friends she keeps

who is better at cheering the other up? 

allison is such a whirlwind that she can crush sadness under her stilettos tbh like if renee can’t quite get her serene mask tied at the back allison will come in with truckloads of food and a brand fuckin new rhinestone cross (it was the early 2000′s… leave them be) and Dan in tow, and they talk around renee until she feels herself enough to pay attention and actually… smile a real smile

renee is a soother and she knows how to fight bad moods off, so she can calm people down, but allison can pump them up

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

i feel like renee is more likely to just look very wryly and fondly at allison if she says something ridiculous, but allison would be more of a slapper

who is more streetwise?

LMAO uh renee. next

who is more wise?

renee has that kind of all-knowing aura about her like I bet she knows the weirdest shit. Allison is smart in a very straightforward, brisk, I know how to fix this or work this out way, but renee just. knows things

who’s the shyest? 

also hilarious allison will stare a stranger down until they cower and die and renee is the most soft-spoken kiddo on earth

like it’s more of a self-imposed restraint than shyness but the fact remains that allison is an extrovertTM and renee is always going to look calm next to her

who boasts about the other more? 

allison thinks renee is the best thing that’s ever happened and she will show renee off the same way she shows off her wealth tbh bc renee is PRECIOUS to her anyway

who sits on who’s lap? 

renee sits in allison’s for height reasons, and bc allison buries her face in her hair and calls her baby when she does and it’s this whole spectacle

(HEAVY SPOILERS ahead but) listen okay listen my dudes. are you listening. ive watched kimi no na wa like. 15 times already (bc that shit is THAT good. fuck i love it THAT much) and like. listen. fucking listen. the fucking ending. it always fucking gets me. every single time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. 15 TIMES. IT HAS MADE ME CRY 15 TIMES. I HAVE NO (NO!!) IDEA WHAT IT IS THAT HITS ME SO DEEPLY AND PERSONALLY IN THE FINAL SCENE BUT I ALWAYS??? EMOTIONALLY COLLAPSE. IT AFFECTS ME AS HARD AS THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT. 

Just… fuck, dude, the song. fucking nandemonaiya. their desperate faces as they run. the panning of the camera over the scenery. Mitsuha’s heartbroken face when Taki passes by her on the stairs. Taki’s internal struggle for a few seconds (that feel like hours!!) on whether to say something or not. ‘Have we met somewhere before?!’. Mitsuha’s shock and her crying smile. ‘I think so too’. THE TITLE DROP.


anonymous asked:

I just realized how to completely fix Kabuto's age in the timeline: he's EXACTLY LIKE that youthful looking person (like how late teens/early 20s people are cast as high schoolers in shows 'cause they look young) and is actually AT LEAST as old as Itachi but he's bullshitted his age so often for each cover that he's not sure how old he really is anymore, but it's younger than 30 he's pretty sure.

…Okay, yes, that would do it! I was honestly just going to stick my head in the sand and ignore all the timeline ridiculousness, but that works better. Thank you! 

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I usually don't like soulmate fanfics, I'm not sure why, I just don't like them, so when I saw yours I didn't want to read it but then I changed my mind because everything you've written before was pure gold... and HOLY FUCK IT'S SO GOOD, LIKE GIRL, IT'S JUST AMAZING!!!!

Wow, this is like a compliment within a compliment. It means so much to me that you gave it a chance! I’m really happy that you liked it.

Thank you so much!

okay i know Allura is space mom, but if one of the paladins were to get sick, let’s be real, Hunk and Lance would go Full Mom Mode™ while Allura’s sitting back trying to figure out wtf is going on

they’d hover over whoever’s sick, always watching over them, tucking them in, feeling their forehead, making them space goo soup. they’d be the first to make sure that the one who’s sick isn’t going on any missions and Lance would argue with Allura against the sick one doing any sort of training until their better.

when Shiro gets sick, Hunk stays in his room with him to make sure he doesn’t try to work out. Lance brings them both meals and updates them as to how everything is going.

when Keith gets sick, Lance literally has everyone on the ship keeping up regular tabs with him as to where Keith is and what he’s doing. the billion times he found out he was on the training deck, he grabbed Hunk and had Hunk carry him back to his room and throw him back into bed.

when Pidge gets sick, Hunk and Lance have to hide her computers around the ship so she doesn’t stay up til ungodly hours creating a new whatever the hell she does. Lance does such a good job that he actually loses one, while Hunk does such a poor job that she finds them right away, but the problem is, he hid them high up and Shiro refuses to grab them for her.

anonymous asked:

*cough cough* Here goes nothin'- Imagine the Chocobros (esp. Noct) finding out their S/O is deathly terrified of the dark and very insecure about their body after they were viciously attacked and nearly killed by daemons as a child. (Drabbles or headcanons work, whichever you think would work best! ^^) -Have a Lil choco baby for your time <(^v^)>

Heya ‘Nonners! Thank you for the prompt. This isn’t the best stuff I’ve done, not by a long shot, but I hope it’s okay ^^ *SNUGGLES THE CHOCO BABY THO OMG*

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Okay but imagine:
Shopping for clothes with the rowdy 3.

Of course they all go shopping together. I mean, for one, they need to make sure the group aesthetic is on point, but also they help each other out when picking clothes?

Like, they pick out cool shirts, badass jackets and sexy dresses for each other, take turns trying on clothes so they can help each other decide which clothes to get, and which accessories go with what.

Also? They probably donate old clothes? They can’t keep many clothes in that van, so rather than throwing out old jackets and whatnot, they donate the ones that are still good enough to a homeless shelter (because they probably know what it’s like to have nothing).

Just!! Shopping with the rowdy 3 fills my heart.

Hi, there! This is kind of a rant, so feel free to skip, but I’d rather appreciate if you could at least skim through this post! A lot of really nice writers have been the victims of anon hate today. I really don’t get it.

Fanfiction writers take time out of their day to contribute to the communities they love and care about, and it really isn’t okay to anonymously leave hate for them. Writing is actually pretty hard if you want to do it correctly, and I am fairly sure I don’t even come close to getting it right.

If people keep sending anon hate, there will most likely no longer be anon questions available! I think that having anons are some of the best parts about getting asks! It would be a shame if we lost that privilege.

If you don’t agree with what someone has written, then that’s totally fine. Individuality is great! But you know what isn’t great? Like, at all? Voicing your opinion in a hateful way. 

If you dislike a fic, then stop reading it.

Don’t send anon hate.

Sorry if I’m kinda just going off, but this needed to be addressed. Some perfect human beings like the wonderful and amazing @imagineham (I hope you’re okay with me tagging you here!) have been getting anon hate.

Seriously, this needs to stop. I really don’t care if they’re writing about fictional characters, dead people, or real, living people. If it isn’t your thing, and it isn’t about you, then don’t get mad at the author.

I’m done ranting, now. Have a day that’s as beautiful as yourself.

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

I had a crush on this guy who I met at school 2 years ago. We only got closer last year, and I was pretty sure it was more than a simple friendship. We talked everyday, I swear it was everyday, and I don’t know… Sometimes I think he just led me on, I’m not sure.

Our last conversation was a week after New Years. He suddenly stopped replying to my texts and always apologized a day after, telling me he was busy and stuff. The word he mostly used on those situations was “sorry”, and I was stupid enough to just accept his apologies and tell him it was okay. I don’t know why I did, maybe he was sweet and sounded like he was being honest (we talked through voice messages most of the time) and I just couldn’t stay angry at him for so long. Of course it was never okay and the day it took him almost a week to reply, he apologized and I just told him out of anger that I wasn’t sure if I should reply back, because then he would text me a month later. That’s when he typed those words. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” The next day I gave up and told him it was okay, because I thought he meant what he said and I was exaggerating.

He hasn’t replied since that day and it’s been almost 2 months. I insisted for a while, sent him a few texts asking if everything was okay or what happened that he wasn’t replying anymore because I was starting to worry. And I miss him. It doesn’t matter if I had feelings for him, he was my friend, one of the closest I had, and I lost him. I still don’t know how or why. I wonder if I was the one who pushed him away or he just wanted me out of his life, but never knew how to tell me.