nowhere near as good

vorchagirl  asked:

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.” (For Shakarian please!)

Thank you :D Just for you, I am going to try something a little bit different. Hope you like it <3

Set during ME3. 

The world around him was a soft warm haze, the fog of sleep clung to him, and he was reluctant to let it go. It’s been so long that it didn’t even bother him that something was digging painfully into his side, nor the fact that he was relatively sure he was nowhere near his own bunk. 

“Good morning gorgeous…” a gravelly voice whispered into his right ear. 

And then Kaidan screamed. 

His eyes flew open in shock and he was greeted by a row of sharp teeth and a pair of wicked blue eyes. 

“Well, now I am just offended” the eyes frowned. 

“Garrus, what the hell!?” Kaidan stared at the turian who was still inches away. His brain kicked into gear and registered his surroundings. He was in Shepard’s cabin, he seemed to vaguely recall popping up for a drink the night before, the coffee table littered with empty bottles testified that his memory had not betrayed him. He was sprawled across Shepard’s sofa, head resting on the Garrus’ chest, one leg was thrown possessively over the turian. It suddenly registered with him that the pain in his side was the barrel of the Widow digging directly under his rib cage. 

“I would’ve had breakfast ready but you fell asleep on me” Garrus laughed disentangling himself from Kaidan. He allowed himself to be gently removed from the turian and deposited next to him.

“Why didn’t you just wake me?” Kaidan blinked stupidly at the smiling man. 

“You looked so adorable, I didn’t dare. Besides the Commander ordered me, upon the pain of death not to disturb you” Garrus teased “But seriously, when was the last time you slept? You look worst than Shepard” 

“I had things to do…” he answered looking away sheepishly. 

“In the middle of the night? Yeah, right.” Garrus looked at him skeptically “Alenko, if nothing else, we need you fighting ready, who is going to cover my ass if you can’t even shoot straight? If you need a hand with something, next time, just ask.” 

“Yes, sir!” Kaidan laughed working out the kinks out of his shoulders “I don’t even remember passing out last night.”

“I was the halfway through telling you about Menae’s defenses. It was rude” Garrus chided him playfully. 

“In that case, breakfast is on me, I need to replay you for our night of passion!” he exclaimed wriggling his eyebrows. 

Kaidan’s attention was caught by a sudden movement coming from a large pile of covers, on the bed he assumed empty. He watched as a pale, delicately freckled arm emerged from the heap and with lightning reflexes hurled an enormous pillow in their directions. Garrus ducked but Kaidan didn’t have time to react before the thing hit him square in the jaw. 

“Would you two assholes take your blossoming bromance somewhere else!?” Shepard’s voice was muffled by a mass of feathery down “I will count to ten, and then you better not be here, or at the very least there should be a fresh hot coffee in front of me. Otherwise, I will not be held responsible for my actions” 

Kaidan sprung to his feet rubbing the spot where the projectile hit him, he was well aware that Shepard was not to be fucked off that early in the morning. 

Garrus chuckled leaning back on the sofa “Duty calls Major. I will take you up on that breakfast, though” 

“Coffee is on the way Ma’am” he turned towards Shepard’s nest and his eyes smiled indulgently. 

Kaidan glanced back as he walked through the cabin doors and smiled. The turian was kneeling by the bed, his head resting against a shock of red hair barely emerging from the duvet, the recently attacking freckled arm was protectively wrapped around his neck, drawing gentle circles on Garrus’ mandible. They murmured quietly to each other, he could hear what passed between them, but he was certain he already knew. 

How I see kpop groups and their traits

Exo: referred to as gods by the future generation; they could release an album full of high pitched screaming and still would make the best selling kpop album; china line who?; we are 1 what?; korean members with chinese stage names; don’t let the satan near you; yehet, kkaebsong; give Sehun lines

Bts: from nowhere to everywhere; hyperactive kids making good music; kids with mental health issues doing vanalism; they look at you - you faint;  shit down, beach - bitch?, ikskjuz miii; zoo; give Jin lines

Ikon: B.I, Bobby and friends; favoritism by yg; “the next bigbang”, but yg seems to forget about them so does the crowd; being hyped up then ending up disappointed; capable of doing good music but refuses to; give chanwoo lines

Got7: no mvs in the future just videos of them dabbing; b side tracks always better than the titles; acrobatics until their neck breaks; not so creative fandom name; bamx2 is big; jaCSon, hard carry by Monsta x

Winner: searching for them - error404: nowhere to be found; somewhere in the yg building; Taehyun had enough shit, wants his own band, searching for members through tumblr; capable of being unique, yg aint letting them; let them break out   

Day6: now 5live, nope, day8, members: sungjin, wonpil, dowoon, youngk, jae, chicken little, brian, younghyun; the one who has a stage name but seems like everyone is forgetting about it; dancing king; hashtag king; let dowoon sing

Astro: too much sugar in my eyes i can’t see; too pure for you; won’t ever do other than cute concepts;  michael jackson; giant maknae; voice cracks for life; new generation of flower boys

Seventeen: too many; pledis has a thing for girly boys; pledis’ only income; leg breaking choreos; adore u remakes as title tracks; no dark concepts in the future; sebeuntin; carrots, mounteen; slipping here and there; dino nugu aegi; thughao, 10:10; divaboo; noone looks like suga; jeongcheol, meanie; give china line lines

Vixx: concept kings but kinda ran out of concepts; oldschool kpop feel; from vixx ravi to solo ravi - full upgrade; one of the prettiest fandom names; endless leader bullying; serial killer; let the maknae line sing

Shinee: going strong since 2008; people seem to pay less attention to them; taemin upgraded; weird fashion taste - key; cola cola; don’t sleep on them

Infinite: dope intros - give you chills; old kpop sound, unique sound; scorpion dance, live singing + synchronized choreos; dinosaur who’s laugh can be heard without a mic; endless leader and maknae bullying; saved woollim; give sungyeol and sungjong lines

Monsta x: future strippers; stuck between hiphop and sexy concepts; wtf is going on here mvs, gay mvs; cringiest fandom name; weird noises by the rapper; damn daniel; how to learn hungarian by changkyun; abs, memes; ten years later: waiting for their first win; mosta x, moista x, monster x;  give hyungwon lines

Bigbang: legends; noone can dance, too lazy to dance; fashionistas; min hyorin; yg = bigbang

B.a.p: started to rise - shit happened - nobody cares about them anymore; getting killed or killing others in mvs; unappreciated dancers and rappers; high notes for life; actual meaningful lyrics

Block b: zico and the boys; biggest weirdos of them all; no friendship just business; give jaehyo lines

Nct: taeyong and the boys; pouring salt at the wounds; mess of a noise music; rotating as much that i can already see the tornado; dozens of units; horrible fashion; unnecessary ps; damn hoverboard skills; great vocals being hidden; johnny somehow managed to get out; let hansol free; give lines to everyone

Pentagon: putting them through an unnecessary scripted survival show to make people foget about some disbanded groups (4minute); sm and yg let some gems slip out from their hands, at least they are not in the dungeon; giants and dwarfs; ugly crying; lame jokes; ultrasound screams; nudity; wooyu; yutoda; give shinwon lines

Btob: being forgotten by cube; weird, extra; slowly turning into a ballad group; is minhyuk a rapper?; give peniel lines

Beast: what is happening with u cube? shit happened; new name - bea5t?;  lost their spirit after shit happned; great lives 

Suju: waiting for ot15; shit still happening; growing out of kpop; concepts don’t match their age; still waiting for kibum; don’t forget about zhoumi & henry; diaries of a married man; being succesful in the military

Nu’est: best debut song ever; had the most potential as a rookie group; pledis messed up; now they’re popular anywhere besides korea; getting worse and worse title songs; aesthetic mvs; creative fandom name; again pledis has a thing for girly boys

Ft Island: hongki and the others; awesome dope music (let’s not count puppy here); people don’t appreciate quality music anymore; this gem is lost in the ocean of cute, badass & hiphop concepts; pretty fandom name

Cnblue: another gem; better japanese releases; boring new songs because they have to fit into the kpop standard; yonghwa’s unique teeth; visuals; let the others sing

Everyone please note that i dont mean to offend neither the groups neither the fans. its just for fun and me being 100% sarcastic by these statements. i love and respect these groups with all my heart!
sorry, its a bit long.


f*cking…. captivating……..



Mamboswap - Hiveswap parody of Mambostuck by @toastyhat​!

lol its nowhere near as good as the original…
Still, this was a really fun exercise in animation. Plus it’s awesome.  I have so many wiggly frames on here, you don’t even know.

Can’t wait for Hiveswap to come out!!



favorite films: Kim Possible: So the Drama (2005)

“Okay, Rufus. I think I’m ready. Not just for the dance, but to do something no man should ever have to do - talk about his feelings.”

Welcome Home

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: Dean comes home from a hunt, and you give him an eager welcome home gift.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk

word count: ~1260

“Missed you so much, baby,” Dean growled into your ear, manhandling you as he pressed you up against one of the bookshelves in the bunker.  He began biting at your neck, and you whimpered.

“Talked to you like five times a day, Dean,” you reminded him, knowing as well as he did that it wasn’t the same as being together, and talking was nowhere near as good as feeling.

Keep reading


Salim slowly lowered the glass and looked down at it. He knew she was standing on the other side of the fence, he’d been able to smell her the moment she left her home. Now that he had her scent, it was impossible to block it out no matter how hard he tried and it only made him hate her more.

She was incredibly lucky it was still too light out for him to leave the safety of his porch. If it hadn’t been, he might have done something incredibly stupid, instead he’d gone back inside and poured himself a glass of plasma. Nowhere near as good as the real thing, but it was far more preferable than having another death on his conscience.

He placed his glass down on the bannister and crossed his arms over his bare chest as he finally looked up and glared at her through the fence. He knew his dark form was showing, it always happened when he fed, and he was fairly certain she was just far enough way to not be able to see it, but he still heard the quiet gasp she let out when she realised she’d been caught staring at him.

Without a word she took off in the direction of her house, running rather than jogging, and Salim watched her with a smirk. At least she was smart enough to be afraid of him.

Battling Insecurity

The biggest demon of most musicians is a feeling of insecurity. It’s the creeping (or blatant) suspicion that you are literally the worst musician in the world — or at least nowhere near as good as you “should” be. It can also manifest as the idea that you’re going to: get laughed at by your peers, be a complete failure at everything you ever attempt, be revealed as a fraud, find out everyone is just humoring you, find out that your doubters were right, end up completely destitute and have to live in a cave, or possibly just spontaneously die the next time you have to perform. It turns out that all of these worries are 99.999% of the time completely baseless. No, you are not that 0.001 percent case where these thoughts are accurate. Bassoonist Georg, who has never actually touched a bassoon and likes living in caves, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

The thing is that everyone feels like this, at least sometimes. I myself have, at the time of writing, complained at two different people a total of four times in the past week that I am going to end up living in a cave in the North Woods because no one will ever want to pay me for anything because I Suck. This is objectively not true. (You bought this book after all.) It may be a cliche, but there is a lot of truth to the thought that we are our own worst critics. There is no one else out there who knows your musical intent. If your trill doesn’t sound the way it did in your head, you are the only person who knows. Everyone else will think approximately this: “Hey, that was a trill. Cool.” If they’re especially persnickety, they might add “That was a little (better/worse) than when (you/someone else) sang a similar trill.” I don’t think there is a person out there who specifically goes to listen to a performance and thinks “This is awful and this performer is awful,” because most people are very nice. You are the only person there who thinks that you suck.

There are ways to battle insecurity, of course. Every performer develops a set of techniques to reaffirm their own self-worth, to calm themselves down, and essentially talk themselves down from the tree their anxiety has them hiding up. However, trial and error can take a long time, and you are going to need your self-esteem shored up a lot in the next year. With that in mind, here are suggestions from performers in college and beyond for how to manage insecurity.
Focus on things you’ve improved in the past year. When you start to worry about how obviously you’re no good and no one will ever want to listen to you etc. etc. etc., take a deep breath, then list three things you’ve improved in your playing in the past year. You have definitely improved at LEAST three, if not eight or nine aspects of your playing. Be as broad or as specific as you wish. This is about you acknowledging that you have grown and gotten better, so you choose the things on which to focus.
Listen to old recordings of yourself. If you absolutely CANNOT think of a SINGLE THING you’ve improved on in the past year (really? Not even your ability to play a single piece?), then go and listen to recordings of yourself from years ago. Find something you performed in when you were a freshman in high school (or, if you’re a freshman, see if you can find stuff from elementary school!). Go and listen to it, as critically as you can. It will probably make you cringe. That’s a good thing. Know why?
It’s because it shows you how much you’ve grown since then. If you fast-forward ten years from now, as long as you have kept playing, I can guarantee that future-you will listen to recordings of current-you with that same kinda cringey feeling. Because, in ten years, you will have improved so much that your current playing will be unrecognizable. And you will be proud.
Remember that the goal is improvement, not perfection. Music is not a race. Music is not a competition. Music is an art for self-fulfillment and self-expression. Perfection is impossible. Being “the best” is also impossible - there are seven billion people on Earth (and six in space (I checked!)). There’s always going to be someone out there who has practiced a little longer, or harder, or started earlier, or whose fingers are just a little closer to the perfect shape for your instrument. Your goal, then, should be to improve your own self - no comparisons to others, nothing like that.
Remember everyone comes from a different background. That person who sits to you in your ensemble, the one you’re envious of? You can’t know everything about their life. Maybe their parents started them on their instrument at age three. Maybe they haven’t gone out on the weekend in a year and a half because they practice then, or because they work to make up for not working during their practice time during the week. They could have a buttload of debt because of outside lessons. There’s no way to know what advantages or tradeoffs they’ve had to get where they are.
Once you’re at a certain point in life, there’s no way to add something to your life without sacrificing something else that you also like. If someone else practices X amount hours more a week then you do, then they spend X amount less doing something valuable to you - work, sleep, other homework, socializing, recharging, etc. They may simply have different priorities than you, and that’s okay.
Shut down the voice that compares people. Comparing yourself to someone else does nothing for you. Really. Unless you’re actively studying someone’s technique for educational purposes, comparing yourself to that 5th year senior, or that incredible freshman, does nothing for you. When you notice yourself doing the comparison thing, just shut it off. Practice rebuffing that voice.
“Sarah plays really well, yes. When I’ve played as long as she as, I’ll be better than I am now, too!”


“That freshman plays really well - I’m glad they had the opportunities they did.”

If all else fails, just look at these other people as motivation. Aspire to be as good as them, and use that to fuel your own practice. Just don’t let it spiral into beating yourself up. You’re worth more than that.
Directors have a vision. If you don’t match that vision, it’s not a personal failing.This is specifically in regards to auditions or chair seatings. Every musician has a different style and different technical abilities, and that’s okay. Sometimes your skill in a certain area may be amazing, but your tone just doesn’t match the rest of an ensemble. Or your sight-reading is great, but the director prefers someone else’s musical interpretation. That’s okay. There are ensembles where sight-reading is super important, and where your tone matches perfectly. You just have to find them, and you will eventually.
Make sure to take care of yourself. You can’t practice as efficiently if you’re sick. You can’t improve as much when you’re always exhausted. Trust me - due to an immune system that works about as well as a mall cop, I’ve spent on average eight weeks a school year feeling absolutely gross. I had to take an incomplete with my private teacher the first semester of my senior year of college, because I was so ill I could barely phonate (mono is a big ball of suck).
I’ve been better overall, however, since I started scheduling my sleep and food and socialization times. My calendar has nine hours of sleep scheduled in every night, I have phone calls and coffee dates with my best friends penciled in every week, and food is as regular as clockwork. Why? Because it prevents that nauseous, exhausted feeling of sleepwalking through a ten hour day. Hard days still happen, of course. However, I don’t spend nearly as much time cajoling myself to just keep putting one foot in front of the other anymore. Instead, I’m awake, engaged, and able to complain about things other than how tired I am. Progress!
Read up on Impostor Syndrome. Impostor Syndrome is when your brain’s resident jerkwad is constantly suggesting everyone you know is about to find out you’re a fraud. Who cares about any auditions you’ve successfully done. Who cares how good a grade you got last week. The jerkwad yells that you’re faking everything you’ve ever done, and people are going to figure that out, and then you’re going to end up living under a bridge and charging people tolls to cross it, and then they’ll figure out you aren’t even really a troll, and then you’re going to have join me in the cave in the North Woods and eat beetles and moss.
That jerkwad is a liar. Even I haven’t ended up in the North Woods yet, and I’m pretty sure I should list “Can BS Real Well” on my resume under Skills. You are a real musician - after all, you play music! That’s it. That’s all that’s required to call yourself a musician. I promise.

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 5

Originally posted by bangbeannie

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, Mafia.

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 3764.

Description: You decide to help Jongup’s friends, but the trouble it gets you in leaves Jongup playing the role of an angry husband rather well.

It was late, unbelievably late. You had woken up early the day before but that didn’t stop the five men you were residing with from keeping you awake with small talk until the early hours of the morning. Some time after five a.m. is when your head was actually able to hit land on the soft fluffy cloud called your pillow and you had fallen asleep instantly.

Ten a.m. was when you shot up in the bed, snorting in a deep breath of air and eyes wide as they could go considering you were just sleeping. You frowned and a growl of words that were nowhere near understandable filled the room.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” You received a grin, not that you could see it now that you had thrown the blankets over yourself and rolled yourself into a burrito of warmth, knowing that if it were a nightmare to have Himchan and Zelo wake you up, today would be no different.

“Get out Daehyun” Daehyun didn’t find your threatening snarl giving him a shake in his boot or the thought to retreat, instead he walked into the room further, shutting the door so some of the loud noises that may be made would at least be slightly muffled.

Silence fell over the room and your past self would have thought you had been left alone to sleep again, but you had been here for a week and a half now and it didn’t take you long to learn your lessons in life.

“Time to wake up Y/N” Daehyun laughed, a low and sinful melody that had shivers down up your spine and your breath stopping, this couldn’t be good, and that fact just dawned on you now.

You remained silent, tensing in the covers you had hidden yourself in, Daehyun walked closer to the bed, a smirk gracing his lips as he stood right beside you waiting for a response.

“Are you going to get up Y/N? It’ll be a lot easier for you if you do” Daehyun informed, just like you thought, he was going to do something.

It was as if a cloud of darkness hung over you as you waited, ready to attack him, your pillow was in your tightly closed fists, not a great weapon but it was the thought and the power you put behind it that would count in the end. Daehyun jumped on the bed and you screamed as you realised what was happening.

“Daehyun! Daehyun stop it!” You were, unfortunately for you, but fortunately for Daehyun, very ticklish. You kicked and you screamed through the blankets and Daehyun threw them off you, making it easier for him to attack you with his wriggling fingers.

“Daehyun!” You screamed, flinging your pillow at him, much to your dismay your aim was off with all the wiggles in an attempt to escape his wrath you were doing. This only made Daehyun laugh with a prideful ring, throwing his head back in delight as he continued to tickle your stomach.

“What the hell is going on in here?! Oh, that’s not what I was expecting” Yongguk slammed the door open, making it crash into the wall behind it. Daehyun ignored him as he stood in the doorway, fully expecting to see you screaming for your life with some clothes on the floor, he should have known Daehyun wouldn’t stoop that low, though.

“That’s enough Daehyun” Yongguk hid the gun in the pocket of his jacket before anyone could see it, Daehyun looked at him, seeing the others standing behind him as well and a sigh escaped him as he got off the bed.

“Y/N’s awake now” He smiled before turning to grin at you and then he left the room. You were left with four other men staring at you, catching your breath and sitting on the bed in a mess.

“Y/N we have something we need you to help us with” Yongguk sighed and you looked at him, he entered the room and Himchan followed him with a box in his hand. You blinked as Himchan approached you on the bed, opting to sit the box next to you with a cheeky smile, though it was somewhat cautious and hopeful as he stepped back next to Yongguk.

“What is it?” You asked and Yongguk nodded to the white box, longer than it was taller, your fingers clasped the lid and removed it as Yongguk spoke.

“We have a client who has failed to repay what he owes us, and after being lenient with him for so long we have to take our earnings” Yongguk explained as you stood up in front of him, pulling a floor-length dress from the box, you examined it before looking at him.

The dress was something you could never imagine yourself wearing, it was a beautiful light blue, almost turquoise in colour there was a soft to touch black floral mesh that started at the straps of the dress and ended at the waist of the dress in thin strands held with a bow in the same colour as the dress, neatly tied the the center presentably.

It was a dress designed to hug one’s figure, a dress that looked like a lot of money was given to a snobby shop owner to possess it, a dress that had you frowning.

“And you want me to dress as if I’m a Disney princess popping out of a book? How is that meant to help you, because I’m assuming that is what you want me to do isn’t it?”

“I’ll have you know I picked that dress out myself thank you very much!” Himchan exclaimed and Yongguk nodded as everyone in the room silently agreed to ignore him.

“We are attending a ball, it’s a masquerade ball which is perfect for us. We need to you to distract the brother of our target, if we don’t find a distraction for him he won’t leave his brothers side, which means we won’t be able to get our payment” Yongguk drawled and you looked at the dress with a sigh.

“Does Jongup know I will be doing this?” You asked and Yongguk smiled.

“Is that suddenly important Y/N?” He asked and you glared at the snickering men behind him.

“Shouldn’t a husband know if his wife his going to commit a dangerous deed?” You blunted and Yongguk gave a sigh as he nodded.

“Jongup has been informed of what we want you to do” Yongguk guaranteed as you frowned.

“And he’s ok with it?” You asked again and Yongguk continued to nod.

“He sees no problem in what you do as long as you are safe Y/N” You were promised before being left alone to prepare yourself for the day ahead of you.

If only you weren’t so blind.

It seems there are a few more lessons for you to learn in the mafia world.


Three days later and you were standing in front of the mirror, the figure hugging dress worn and your makeup done, you had a pair of heels that matched your dress on, not that they could be seen under the length of the dress, and your hair was styled in a way you had always dreamed of doing it.

“And now for the final touch” Himchan beamed, walking towards you with the most important part of the outfit, the mask.

“Talk about being discrete” You muttered, your voice coated in sarcasm as Himchan put the mask over your eyes, covering most of your face with it. It held similar colours to the rest of your outfit, with a big feather, some more blue material and a black flower perched next to your right eye screaming ‘oh please, pay no attention to me’ with more sarcasm than you could possibly muster in your own words.

“Shut up Y/N” Himchan shot back as you looked at him.

“Now, this will probably not be needed, but” Himchan droned as he lifted your dress to reveal one of your legs. You gasped and whacked him over the head.

“That is completely unneeded Himchan!” You snarled and then you noticed what he also had in his hands.

“What are they for?” You asked Himchan wrapped a gun holster around your leg, just in the right place where it wouldn’t be uncomfortable, seen, or where someone like the man you were distracting would be brave enough to lay his hands.

The threatening weapon was then concealed in the holster as you stared wide eyed at the weapon you were forcibly equipped with.

“Your target is a smart and dangerous man, to keep a gun on you is to be better safe than sorry” Himchan mulled over the man that would be in your sight tonight and you gulped as the nerves set in.

“Are you sure I can’t have one on the other leg?” You asked several times, giving it one last go on your way down the stairs.

“One is all you need Y/N, remember how I taught you to use it and don’t freeze up in the moment of action because that will be the difference between whether you have years or seconds left to live”

“Well would you look at that, she looks like an actual human now, not the animal we’ve had to live with for the past weeks” Zelo whistled and you shot him with your eyes.

“Zelo, you scrub up nice ones you step away from the dumpsters” You smiled and Zelo snorted as he gave you a gentle shove.

“Don’t mess up tonight” His words were blunt and toneless but when you looked up from your dress to meet his eyes you could see his genuine concern for your safety he had hidden in his message.

“I’ll do my best not to” You smiled and Zelo nodded as a small smile took over his face as well.

“Let’s go, we’ve got money to take and a party to crash” Yongguk commanded, a wave of his hand signalling for everyone to follow him.

“In the next life, I’ll be the leader” Zelo muttered before rushing ahead of you, plans to rule his elders ticking over in his mind as he exited the house.


It was huge, the main hall all the attendees were gathering in was double the size of your school hall. It was crowded, men and women covering their faces in fancy masks and clothed in elegant suits and dresses walked around with glasses of expensive drinks in their hand.

You were entering the ball with Youngjae by your side, your arm weaved through his own and your free hand gripping his arm linked with yours.

“That guy over there is your target. Now, remember, don’t be obvious in your approach, make it natural and let him come to you if you are able to lure him in it would be better than chasing him. Once you’ve got him get him as far away from his brother in the red tie as possible without making it clear what you’re trying to do. Don’t bring up anything about his work, if he brings it up first don’t ask questions and just listen to what he has to say, I’ll give you the signal when we’re done. Do you have your gun?”

Youngjae looked down at the dress covering your legs and where the said gun was strapped to your skin tightly, you nodded and Youngjae gave a single nod back in return. He led you to the bar where they were serving free drinks and you took a seat on one of the fancy chairs as close to the brothers as you could get.

You were left by yourself at the bar, sitting alone as Youngjae walked away casually and you watched the people around you mingle together. Your eyes strayed to the person you would have to talk to at some stage tonight, he was close enough for you to hear his voice from where you were sitting in the buzz of merging voices echoing around you.

Himchan walked in, you noticed from the corner of your eye and Daehyun followed him not long later. Yongguk and Zelo made into the building safely, they had managed to give your nervous self a nod before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you sitting with a drink in your hand, looking like the girl that never got asked to dance at the prom.

Sitting was too boring, you decided to stand on your feet after spending half an hour closely watching your target. Your legs carried you across the floor, the heels giving your steps an attention grabbing sway that everyone could see in your hips.

Your drink was close to your lips, though you didn’t intend to drink any of it, your eyes were stuck on him, waiting for him to notice you. His brother in the red tie, the target of everyone else seemed to be contently chatting to friends, colleagues, you weren’t sure and you didn’t particularly care for who he was talking to.

All you knew was that the one you were after still wasn’t looking at you and you wanted to get this over with quickly so you could stop being used for the dirty work of Jongup’s friends. Another forty minutes passed, you smiled and gave nods to people who looked at you, yet the attention of the person you needed most didn’t come to you.

Your eyes cast up from the floor to briefly look at the male skimming past you and through the crowd again. His voice was a whisper in your ear, unnoticeable to the people around you but clear to you.

“Do something to get his attention” Daehyun muttered, and he was gone just as quickly as he had been beside you. You drew out a sigh and focused your eyes on the task at hand again, walking forward before your eyes flew to the roof of the building.

“Oh my, madame I am so sorry, how can I ever repay you?” You bumped into a very important looking woman and her dress ruffled as she turned to meet your eyes that were now on her. It earned you the attention of the people in the conversation with her and a few bystanders but you had received an acknowledgement from the person you had been waiting for so you didn’t care for the observing eyes.

“You’re lucky nothing from that glass spilt on my dress young lady, carry on, no damage is done that you can repay” She turned away from you and you rolled your eyes behind her back, they flickered to meet his and you walked away as if you hadn’t seen him looking at you in the first place.

He observed you as you walked away, your head turning and your eyes glancing at everything in the room. It was when you had left the life of the party for the quiet hallway that he put his glass down and turned to the people he had been talking to.

“I’ll be right back,” He told his brother, earning a smile and a nod in response he then walked away, following the way he had watched you walk. You heard the door open, but you didn’t turn to see if it were him following you, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“I see you have an appreciation for the art, finally someone with taste” You heard his voice and you found yourself preparing a polite smile as you slowly turned from the large painting on the wall to look at him.

“So I see I’m not alone” Is how you chose to respond and he gave a friendly chuckle.

“You would think amongst a crowd like that there wouldn’t be anyone else, wouldn’t you?” He asked and you hummed as you nodded.

“It seems when you have enough money to buy everything in the world you stop appreciating the real beauty and creativity around you” You answered and he chuckled to show his agreement.

“And a relief it is to have left a room full of people like that” He sighed and you left the painting to look at him again.

“Are you not one for these parties? Put on a mask and explore in a night of not knowing anyone’s identity?” You questioned and he shook his head.

“I’m only here because of my brother”

“Oh” You nodded and he shook his head.

“Can’t do anything on his own that fellow, but I can see why” He mumbled and you looked at him, waiting for him to continue his story.

The main door to the building opened, behind the man and down the hall but you didn’t bother to look over his shoulder to see the strangers that would be walking through the door.

“Ahh” A smirk spread on his lips and his shoulders rose, following his intake of breath before falling with his exhale. Jongup adjusted the mask on his face and then the jacket of his suit, he looked around at the open hallway, hearing some of the loud talking coming from the party but he ignored it as he forced his eyes to concentrate on the figures further down the hallway.

You didn’t know how it happened, Youngjae wasn’t wrong when he said this man was smart, but he was too smart. Before you could process it, he had you forced against the wall and you had managed through his ruthless shoves and painful grip to reach for your gun, pressing it to his chest at the same time your back hit the wall.

“I don’t know who you are, but with those bastards walking around I know my guesses are limited. You know the Moon’s aren’t really ones for bringing a woman in to do their dirty work. And this is why I can’t leave my brother alone, because neither can you people” You couldn’t even dare to pull the trigger as this man snarled down at you. You weren’t frozen in fear, you also weren’t a cold blooded killer.

So with all the force you could muster through the man’s painful hold you raised your arm and swung your fist at him, colliding with his cheek bone with as much strength as you could put into the punch.

Jongup could recognise that figure and that hair he loved so much anywhere and his eyes widened as he growled, realising it was you and realising what you were doing to be roughing around with another guest at a party

The man was coming back at you, and you were ready to fight, you got your gun ready and swung your leg to kick at him as he aimed to hit you. You closed your eyes gun pointed and foot ready to collide with your opponent, but it swung through the air and a thud sounded through the hall.

You opened your eyes and you gasped when you saw what had happened.

“You might want to think twice before putting your hands on my wife, pal” Jongup. You watched on with wide eyes, Jongup had pulled his gun out much quicker than you had been able to and the other man was screaming in pain with his arm bent in an awkward direction and the gun to his temple.

“I don’t like people touching my love, you don’t deserve mercy for what you’ve done” Jongup snarled and the man fidgeted under him. Another scream was let out, cutting quiet as the man passed out from the amount of pain he was in and Jongup stood up as you let out a shout.

“Jongup!” You yelled but it was too late, the man was in dreamland within the blink of an eye and Jongup was back on his feet, smiling at you as he tucked his gun away in his back pocket.

“Aw Y/N I’m so happy you’re finally glad to see me” Jongup walked towards you and pulled you into his arms, you were wrapped in his masculine scent, breathing it in as you slapped him.

“What the hell was that?!” You snapped and Jongup looked at you as if he was a puppy you had the audacity to kick.

“He could have seriously hurt you, do you know how angry I would have been to see you on the floor instead of him right now?”

“How did you know it was me?” You asked and Jongup smiled, hugging him closer to you, the muscles in his arms holding you tightly against him.

“You recognised me” Jongup laughed and you grumbled at him with a glare.

“Only because you were barking at that guy!”

“I’ll always recognise my wife” Jongup mused, shaking his head at your answer before leaning closer to you, you didn’t pull away but he knew you wanted nothing of what he was giving you.

“Now I have some people to gather for a long talk, so let’s go and hopefully we can get to bed at a decent time tonight” Jongup still took it upon himself to place a soft kiss on the pointed nose of your mask. He took your hand and you followed Jongup down the hall and to the door of the party. The door swung open, making you jump back in shock as Jongup stayed in his place and you were met with five familiar men.

“Oh great you’re done, let’s go we have a very important discussion to be held and I would like for it to be precise and to the point so I can catch up on all the sleep I’ve missed” Jongup smirked, having a good stare at the shocked expressions he received before giving your hand a squeeze and pulling you out of the building.

“My lady” Jongup opened his car door for you and you nodded before getting in with him swinging the door shut behind you as you watched the remorseful men follow after the two of you.

Over 3000 words guys! That more than I’ve ever written on a post, I’m glad though.

Be sure to let me know what you think of the series so far!


Tricking The Trickster

“God, you’re annoying” Loki laughs and nudges your arm. You shrug and smirk as he rubs his arm.

“You not the only trickster here” you laugh and raise your hand. As you raise your hand, a rock rises from the ground to meet it. You look up at Loki, with a grin on your face.

“Don’t you dare” Loki says, trying to be serious. You push your arm forward and the rock flies, slamming into Loki’s arm. You laugh and he yells.

“Two can play at that game, Y/N” Loki grins and your eyes widen. You’re nowhere near as good at this as Loki. You laugh and started running in the other direction.

You run down the hall as Loki runs after you. As you run, you use the fire from the candles in the hall and throw fire at him. He dodges and teleports in front of you. You smash into him and he laughs.

“I win” He smirks as you look up at him. You pressed your arms against his chest and use a gust of wind, throwing him across the room. He smacks into the wall and groans as you laugh.

“I guess not” You laugh and begin running back down the hall. He pulls himself up and begins chasing you. You notice your room door at the end of the hall. You run into it and closed it. You leaned up against the door as he tried pushing it open.

Eventually he pushes the door open and wraps his arm around your waist. He lifts you up as you laugh and he throws you onto the bed. The two of you laugh as he lies on top of you.

You stare up into his eyes and smile. He tilts his head and leans in slowing, softly kissing your lips. He pulls away and rolls over, lying beside you. You turn over, looking into his eyes.

“I love you” You say as he begins to smile. He cups your face with his hand and leans in, kissing you again. He pulls away and smiles.

“I know” he laughs and you nudge his arm, before kissing him again.

~For jenailin, Happy Birthday!~


So you guys know how much I love pretty much everything EA does, I’m very vocal about that fact, but this right here? This pisses me off. Not only because it happens and hasn’t been fixed yet (it’s been happening since City living came out) but also because it’s been marked as ‘Solved’ on the EA forums when in my opinion it absolutely is NOT solved.

The solution?

This bug is caused if you leave a festival that doesn’t take place in the neighborhood you live in early.

For some this auto-resolves but if not, attend the next festival that takes place there and stay till the end.

To avoid: Don’t leave festivals that take place in other neighborhoods early.

I’m sorry but that’s nowhere near good enough, I shouldn’t have to force my sims to stay at the festival just to avoid this shit and I shouldn’t have to wait a week for the festival to happen again.

I’ve been waiting almost a full Sim-week for the Romance Festival to show up again because I needed it for Kori’s City Native aspiration and it showed up like this, where she can’t use a damn thing at the festival. Not only that but because this has happened to me before and I saw this “solution” last time I went looking, I have been staying at every festival until the whole thing despawns every single time, which is really inconvenient when your sim has work at 6am and the festival doesn’t despawn until 4am even though it’s supposed to end at 1am.

Under Appreciated TFB Lyrics

“I’m stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding while I’m tripping acid and you’re tripping mushrooms.”- The Wrong Way

“You and your friends feel free and you’re way too cool for me and you do drugs now and all your problems run so deep”- Taking My Uzi to the Gym

“I keep asking questions I will never know the answers to”- The Winds

“It’s okay to give up ‘cause nobody here could care less”- So Sick We’re Dead

“We are so dishonest with ourselves”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Keep yourself distant and remote, unhappy and alone”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Times were pretty good before they started to unwind”- Silver Shinbone (Bucket Song)

“Believe me I’ve tried, and what I found
Was what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now”- Not Yet

“I’m fine, I’m alright, but I will never let it go”- Somebody Else

“I have no idea what you’re going through so I won’t act like I do”- Somebody Else

“If I tell you all my secrets will you tell me all your lies?”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“He said no one’s going to listen until you mean every word you say”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“We keep saying we’re unhappy and they keep saying that we’re fine”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“Everything you’re feeling is common even though you’ve never felt so alone”- Rhode Island

“She says you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent”- Rhode Island

“I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom”- Santa Monica

“If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine. It’s okay if you’re unhappy, I would say before I leave her,
just take a look around there’s no one here that’s happy either”- Lonely Eyes

“If for some reason, you don’t feel like talking, I would just sit and enjoy your company”- Lonely Eyes

“Stop asking questions and learn to accept that the things that we have right now are the best things we’ve had yet”- Molly

“In this moment, I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”- Summer Shandy

“Well I’m staring at unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave ‘cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me. WHY?! ‘Cause I don’t have the money”- More Than It Hurts You

“I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“There’s a voice in the back of my head in the back of my head, says, ‘let 'em be just let them be happy.’”-Legit Tattoo Gun

“Whenever I’m alone or feeling lonely 
I pretend I can play the drums 
Inside my head”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“I need to stop playing out relationships
inside of my head because every one of my memories is filled with shit you never even said.”- If You’re Happy

“I’m scared I’m gonna die as lonely as I feel right now”- Lipstick Covered Magnet

“And this is only a cry for help, you said watch me fade away.”- If You’re Happy

“Today we could do something we would’ve never done before”- Jim Bogart

“Hey, Sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes? You think that I could have a pair?”- Just as Big, Twice as Swollen

“I should hug my friends more than I do”- The Distance That I Fell

“All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can’t stand seem to be dying”- The Bells

“She’ll go to church and pray to god one day but is she getting into heaven? There is no fucking way”- Carry Me Down the Street

“The end of the world makes me nervous because I, for one, have not found god yet or someone to fall in love with, rob a bank, shoot a cop with”- The Cops

“Don’t ask questions, keep your head down, learn your lessons, 'cause no one with money ever goes to jail”- Current Events

“Only the strong survive and that is only the biggest lie”- Current Events

“I shaved my head last night to start anew in a chapter I call without you and it’s going to be the best I’ve ever written”- Current Events

“Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone”- Everything I Own

“I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side”- Flying Model Rockets

“I’m always focusing on the wrong things and then the wrong things become everything, I don’t know what I’m gonna do I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything”- HELP

“She is begging you not to cut your hair 'cause curly hair don’t look good cut short”- Hooped Earings

“She’s coming over because it’s better than being alone”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“Well I’m not going to sit here and deny what I think I felt”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“I’ll stop writing the book because the book, I realized, was boring”- I Wrote a Book

“I just want this to mean something to anybody even if they don’t know who I am”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“It’s a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“I will stop cutting my pants into shorts, I will address the issues I cannot ignore, I will do the things that I think you might like, and I will be alone probably the rest of my life”- Swimming Pool

“I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, I have been thinking about cutting it short, I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that type of look”- More Than It Hurts You
Steve Rogers/Captain America - My Doctor

You were always the bigger, curvy girl, the nerdy one, the one guys just didn’t seem all that interested in. You spent more time hitting the books than the gym, just like most medical students. Now, you’re the on call Doctor for the Avengers and it is the best job you have ever had. There’s a huge plus side to your new job, Steve Rogers. You fell for the Captain as soon as you met him, but you think you are nowhere near good enough for him because he’s Captain America and you’re just ordinary, so you try to keep it all business. What you don’t know is that Steve also has the biggest crush on you, but whenever he tries to get close to you, you find some kind of excuse to leave. Your birthday is coming up, but you don’t tell anyone because you simply don’t want to make a fuss, but Tony finds out and throws you a surprise party. You are shocked that they threw this party for you, so you decide to have a good time and talk to them all while they aren’t bleeding on you. During the night, you can’t help but notice that Steve keeps staring at you, you just brush it off to the fact that you’re wearing a dress, which in your own head makes you look ridiculous. What you don’t know is that Steve is looking at you because he finds you absolutely mesmerizing and he finally makes the decision to tell you how he really feels and his confessions lead to something you never saw coming.

Steve x Curvy!Fem!Reader, Avengers x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Requested by the beautiful @theoneandonlysaucymo! Happy birthday, babe! I hope you have the wonderful day you deserve. I love you!

Warnings: Swearing and Smut

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I need more sketch and character consistency practice, so here’s a bunch of sketches of cop bun as a lifeguard! Each one took me about one hour to execute.Still nowhere near good enough, and they’re not very consistent either… but then again, it is kind of hard to be mindful of such considerations when it’s 3 in the morning and you’re almost falling asleep using the tablet as a pillow, I guess.

There will be more incoming tomorrow, but in the meanwhile, is there any of these that you’d particularly like for me to finish?