occupying time

anonymous asked:

who was actually the first one to get your attention in mx and why did you choose kihyun as your final bias (or did he chose you 🌚) and who is your biaswrecker anddd which song brought you into mx? this had me occupied for a long time now heck

as always my bias finding was a mess hahaha i listen to mx music since trespass was released, i instantly listened to the whole album afterwards and it was golden, back then i only knew a few members, after watching the first ep of right now mx completely absorbed me so yea i’m a monbebe for quite some time now hahah
however, the first one who caught my attention actually was kihyun. i can still remember skyping with one of my internet friendos and she was like “so who do you like the most so far” (she was the one who fully introduced me to mx) and i hesitated but answered “i think it’s kihyun? not quite sure” and after this i was like nah i gotta take a closer look first. then i thought i was hoseok biased but after watching shit tons of vines i was like “no..the vibes aren’t the right ones”, then i thought it was changkyun but again, the vibes weren’t right and well in the end i just shook my head and told myself to always trust my first impression cause it’s ALWAYS the right one so yea well it’s kihyun fml

Summer at The Hamptons (Grayson x Reader)

Request: Fanfic where Grayson likes a girl that is quite older then him? Maybe even 4/5 years, we all know he has a thing for grandmas 😂 Love your blog 😉Thanks in advance (even if you won’t do it) xx
Warnings: Mild language
Word Count: 2,567
A/N: I really don’t know what to feel about this as an imagine… I think it would be a cute short series though… maybe. Lmk what you think
P.S. sorry if there are grammatical errors or typos :/


Seven days. It had been a week since your aging, divorced mother insisted that you join her this summer at her vacation home in The Hampton’s.

Of course to most people, The Hampton’s was a beautiful, quiet place to relax for a few months away from a job and responsibilities but for you, at age 21, there was nothing there to occupy your time.

It was the same thing every day: wake up at dawn, wander downstairs to be greeted by a freshly cooked breakfast at the hands of Gloria -your mothers house maid- and then you would read on the pool deck while sipping chardonnay from a crystal wine glass. After dinner, you would head straight to the green house to paint, and then after you let your eyes get so tired they stung, you would find your way to your bedroom on the second floor, fall asleep, and then repeat the same routine the very next day. Over and over again, it was becoming a constant cycle that you were starting to get bored of.

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Believe me. I loved you. I did. Why else would I wait for hours just to fit myself in your schedule? Why else would I adjust my sleeping patterns so that I could catch you awake? You were busy. You were pursuing your dreams and that you were good at what you were doing. I understood that. You strived to find time for me, and I appreciated that. But I needed more. I couldn’t stand days of not seeing you because unlike you, I didn’t have anything to keep me occupied. Over time I realized that I needed you more than you needed me, and that I was miserable. I needed to get out
Everyone else was discrediting what I felt because I left you. They said I didn’t love you. They were angry at me for breaking your heart.
I’m sorry. I know I hurt you. I’m sorry for wanting the things you couldn’t give. I know it was selfish.
But I loved you. Nothing will ever change that. It was real. It didn’t work out, but it was real.
—  waferqueen

Steve Bannon is under “criminal” investigation for voter registration fraud

  • The Miami-Dade County state attorney’s office is continuing “an active criminal” investigation of President Donald Trump’s chief strategist and former Breitbart chief Stephen Bannon for voter registration fraud.
  • News of the investigation comes by way of the Washington Post — which reported Bannon’s decision to register as a voter in Florida while he simultaneously owned a house in Southern California and regularly stayed in New York and Washington, D.C.
  • Bannon apparently registered to vote in Florida at a now-vacant house his accountants paid $5,500 monthly for his third ex-wife, Diane Clohesy, to occupy, at the same time he told the landlord of that property he was living there but traveling. Read more. (3/11/17, 6:10 PM)

The NYPD sent video teams to film Black Lives Matter and Occupy protesters over 400 times

  • Since 2011, the New York Police Department has deployed officers with cameras to film protesters over 400 times, according to police documents obtained by the Verge.
  • The documents were obtained by New York City lawyer David Thompson, who discovered that the NYPD’s Technical Assistance Response Unit has been deployed to Occupy Wall Street protests as well as Black Lives Matter demonstrations.
  • The revelations come on the heels of a New York Supreme Court judge’s ruling that police had to turn over the records of the NYPD’s undercover surveillance of Black Lives Matter demonstrations after the death of Eric Garner. Read more (3/23/17)

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Alphas Competing For An Omega Headcanons

-An Omega with two Alphas as their best friends, and the Alphas pretend to get along but really they see each other as rivals because they both love the Omega. The Omega being very oblivious and just being so happy when all three of them are together, not noticing when the Alphas get a little too touchy because the Alphas both want their own scent on the Omega more than the other’s

-When making plans to go out and do something the Alphas will argue for a long time, trying to make the other submit in order to show the Omega who the more dominant Alpha is. But the Omega isn’t paying attention and finally says, “let’s get ice cream!” and both Alphas instantly shut up and agree because they want to make the Omega happy

-One of the Alphas giving the Omega a gift with the intention of courting them but not only does the Omega not realize what the Alpha was trying to do, the other Alpha hears about it and gives the Omega an even better gift. And all they get out of their efforts is the Omega gushing about what great friends they are

-Going to the beach together and the Alphas using the opportunity to try and gain the Omega’s attention by showing off some skin and muscle, however the Omega is far too excited about the water and makes quick work of removing the majority of their own clothing before running straight in…leaving two dazed Alphas staring after them

-One of the Alphas hearing the Omega gush about how good the other Alpha is with children so they suggest volunteering at a daycare for a day because they want the Omega to see that they are also good with children. The other Alpha hears about it and invites themselves to join, but the day they are supposed to go the Omega ends up being sick and the two Alphas are left to take care of a bunch of kids by themselves and childishly competing over who the kids like more even though the Omega is not there

-The two Alphas being very competitive with each other around the Omega and turning everything into a contest like, “I’m so hungry I could eat ten burgers” and the other one going, “Oh yeah? I can eat 15.” and the Omega just watches in concern while they eat until they are sick

-Both Alphas always doting on the Omega, giving them their favorite snacks or fixing their hair or carrying them around places, and the Omega being so glad to have such caring friends

-The Omega asking one Alpha if they can paint their nails and the Alpha says no, so the other Alpha sees the opportunity and says yes…but they both end up with glittery pink nails and no mate to show for it

-The Alphas having a moment of truce just to vent because the Omega is just so oblivious and frustrating….“I’m still not giving them to you though.”

-The Omega actually knowing how the Alphas felt the entire time but acting like they didn’t because they enjoyed the attention and they were actually in love with both Alphas and trying to prolong the inevitable choice they would have to make

Missing in Action

Status: Continuation of “Bad Idea”

A/n: This ended up being SO fecking long and I got really carried away :)))

When you first went away, Newt knew it was going to be difficult with you not being around in the beginning. The letters seemed to take ages to arrive, and it was far too quiet inside your cozy apartment.

The creatures even seemed to be tense because of the vibe Newt was constantly giving off. He worked late into the night, trying to keep himself occupied. The only time he ever seemed to relax was whenever a letter finally came.

After a month had passed, Newt had adjusted much better. He was able to focus, taking your previous advice and pretending as if you weren’t on a potentially dangerous case.

It ended up helping him greatly, his whole mood had lifted and the time it took for a letter from you felt like nothing now.

One morning, Newt had made himself a cup of tea as he did every morning when he heard something hit against the window.

His head turned to the side and he saw an owl flapping outside, instantly setting his cup down on the counter befoee opening the window, slightly flinching back whenever he saw the downpour of rain.

“Hello there.” Newt said, reaching out and taking the letter the owl was holding. Although his attention was immediately caught by the seal of the Ministry of Magic.

Newt dug into his pocket and gave the owl a small treat before closing the window up again and staring down at the closed letter.

It was a little soggy from the rain but he could still manage to break the seal without tearing any of the paper.

He paused for a second before unfolding the parchment that was inside. All of your previous letters were sent by a personal messenger, and the only reason the Ministry would have to reach him would be about you.

It took him a second to gather himself enough to unfold the paper. Reading whatever information was written on it would make things real, and his imaginary set up that everything was okay would be ruined.

But with a heavy sigh he quickly unfolded the letter and started to read.

At first he was skimming through, trying to finish it as quickly as possible, but then he saw a particular setenc before everything stopped.

“It is with our greatest displeasure to inform you that Auror (Y/n) (L/n) has been officially declared missing in action”

He reread the letter dozens of times before it actually started to reigster in his head what was happening.

Apparently, you and small group of aurors had attempted to locate any evidence from one of the several places Grindelwald had attacked somewhere in Eastern Germany. But while following a lead the whole lot of you vanished into thin air, leaving no traces behind.

It said the Ministry had sent out another group to investigate, but as of now they couldn’t release any other information but they would keep him updated on any further progress.

And at that point Newt couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of a panic attack or a fit of rage because he steadily placed the letter on the table and took severa steps away from it.

Couldn’t release any further information? What kind of thing is that to put in a letter telling someone their loved one was missing?

Newt’s eyes fell on the letter again, placing his hand over his mouth as his mind went a mile a minute.

He took very little solace in telling himself there was a good chance you were still alive, he was positive had the Ministry already had that infomation they would have told him.

So he did what he always did whenever he needed to calm down. He pulled his case from where it sat on the coffee table and stumbled down into his shack.

Once there he immediately let out a small sob, covering his mouth with his sleeve so as to stop more.

But it was loud enough to capture the attention of several of his creatures, one in particular being Pickett, who still resided in his coat pocket which was placed on the rack.

Pickett peaked his head outside, noticing the way Newt’s shoulders shook as he silently started to cry, and instantly he crawled over to the work desk and climbed to the top.

Newt eyes shifted to the small plant creature sitting at the edge of the table, looking up at him.

Pickett had always been one of your favorites since he was more small and gentle, and if anything one of less impressive of Newt’s collection.

Newt reached up and wiped at his eyes, breathing in deeply as he held hand out for Pickett to climb upon.

“No need to worry, everything will be fine.” He said, both for himself and the Pickett.

And Newt really tried to keep that mindset for the first couple of weeks. Telling himself that you had never broken a promise before, and you said you would come back to him.

But after three months passed and several Ministry letters telling him they were still following several leads, but all of them eventually ending up nowhere started to break his hope.

Newt rarely left his case, only ever returning to see if there was any news. It had originally been your apartment before you offered him to stay with you. And it hadn’t changed since then, everything was left the way you had decorated it and it was starting to become a little to much to look at.

He read the small stack of letters you had sent him every now and then when times were hitting a particularly rough spot and he now kept them on or close by at all times.

You weren’t a fan of having your own picture taken, so this was the closest thing he had to a photograph of you.

He had decided to step out of his case and tidy up the apartment, knowing that you would have killed him if you saw the state he had left it in.

And he must have fallen asleep on the armchair because the next thing he remembered was being pulled from his sleep at a few knocks on the door.

He blinked, looking around and seeing that he was sitting in the living room, and it was still dark outside.

Newt stood up from seat walking towards the door and pulling the door open, about to tell off whoever was disrupting him so late in the night.

But his entire mind froze whenever he saw you leaning against the doorframe, scratches along your forehead and a very tired expression on your face.

“Well hello to you to.” You said tiredly with small grin as he stared at you. “Didn’t you get the-”

Your words instantly died in your throat as Newt pulled you into a hug, his grip desperate and vice like as he held you impossibly close, burrying his head into your neck as he let out several sobs.

You regained your balance, ignore the slight pain at your side as you closed the front door, reaching up and softly running your hands through the hair at the back of his neck. “I know.” Was all you said to him.

And for a few minutes you let him hold onto you as he cried, knowing he must have pented up all the emotion these past months.

“Didn’t you recieve the letter saying I was being sent home?” You asked him quietly.

He shook his head, lifting it so he could look down at you. “I’m afraid I stopped looking at the mail recently, all it ever seemed to be was bad news.”

You brushed away the tears in his eyes. “I must say I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction from you.”

Newt placed his hand on your wrist, leaning his check into it. “I thought you were dead, what kind of reaction were you expecting.”

“Well a lot of yelling and maybe a few I told you so’s throwing into it.” You told him with a small smile.

Newt laughed, shaking his head. “It crossed my mind a few times, yes.”

You sighed tiredly, letting your eyes close. “I do feel rather tired.”

Newt lifted his head. “Oh yes, are you okay?” He asked, looking at the scratch on your head.

“I’m fine, St. Mungo’s wouldn’t have let me go unless everything was stable, but I am rather tired.”

“Of course, then we’ll get you to bed.” He said, adjusting himself so he could help you walk to your room.

“Well no, I’ve only just got here and I’m sure you have several questions for me.”

Newt gently laid you on the bed, helping you get situated before he sat on the edge of it. “I would like to know where you ended up.“ He asked, turning on the beside lamp.

“Well, there ended up being a portkey there that took us off radar, we didn’t even know where we were for a long time. Apparently it was some desolate island in the middle of nowhere. There was an anti-apparating charm placed on the whole perimeter to that closed off that option. So we kept setting off signals and eventually someone saw it, then the rest is history.”

Newt nodded, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your eyes. “Well I am terribly glad you’re home.”

You nodded, turning your head to rest against the pillow as your eyes started to flutter open and shut. “I hope you didn’t fret too much.”

“Don’t worry about me, let’s focus on you getting better. I must say though my creatures have also missed you terribly.” A small smile fell on your face as your eyes closed, still listening to what he was saying.

“I must apologize to them soon. But tell me what you’ve done.“

Newt began filling you in on what you missed, and at first you responded with small hums to let him know you were listening. But he quickly noticed you had fallen asleep soon after that.

He smiled, feeling an endless amount of joy as he looked at you, alive and breathing safely back home.

Kicking off his shoes, Newt shifted himself so he now laid beside you, gently pulling you into his arms and closing his eyes as he felt the rise and fall of your chest.

You were home.

And everything was okay.

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The Official Yuri!!! on Ice Drinking Game!!!

So I decided to fill that void by creating the *first Official YOI Drinking Game  because I was bored and needed something to occupy my time till we get season 2 info! **Guaranteed to get you as shitfaced as Yuuri at the banquet before the first episode is even over!!!

Required Materials:

  1. Season 1 of Yuri!!! on Ice
  2. A safe place to get drunk (pls drink responsibly)
  3. Cups
  4. Shot glasses
  5. Your alcoholic beverage(s) of choice. Best results when your shots are stronger than the drink in your cup but the same drink can be used for both.
  6. At least one other friend to get wasted with you. The more the merrier!
  7. Buckets/Bins just in case things get messy.

*I think this is the first I haven’t seen any yet.

**Warning: This drinking game is not for the faint of heart, stomach or liver. You have been warned. 

The Game:

Originally posted by vvictor

Sip when: 

  • ‘Born to make history’ is sung in the theme song. Take a shot if you find yourself singing along at any point. 
  • Victor does something flirty. Take a shot if it’s with Yuuri. 
  • Every time Yuuri is anxious, self conscious or lacks self confidence (basically whenever he’s vulnerable/depressed). 
  • Yurio talks shit/ is angry. 
  • Yakov flips shit/ is angry. 
  • Lilia acts like a bitch. 
  • Stammi Vicino plays. Take a shot if you find yourself singing along at any point. 
  • Katsudon/Pork cutlet bowls are mentioned/ shown (yes this does include when Yurio calls Yuuri pork cutlet bowl). 
  • Someone calls Yuuri pig/piggy.
  • Maccachin does something cute. 
  • Whenever Victor is naked. Take a shot if his bare ass is shown. 
  • Someone says ‘huh’. Take a shot if it’s Yurio. 
  • Someone says 'vkusno’, 'davai’, or 'gamba’. 

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Things that bother me

-Eurus, the supposedly smartest Holmes child ever, was locked up for her entire life with literally nothing to entertain herself with but a violin. Not even furniture. Even Hannibal Lecter had books. Sherlock goes crazy w/o a case for a few days how is Eurus alive.

-With Sherlock & Mycroft the show explains their deductions and we can see how they are as smart as they are supposed to be. With Eurus they were just like “oh no yeah she controls minds it’s fine don’t worry about it she’s really smart”

-Eurus, a 5'6" woman, somehow manages to not only lower John into that well but also shackle him to the bottom? How??

-Eurus could see the future???? In her drawings as a child she had a picture of almost exactly sherlocks black marble tombstone.

-Eurus is capable of all of this and has been locked away for her entire life with nothing to occupy her time and waits until…now? Why?

-Eurus convinced Moriarty to record himself making just like a bunch of train sounds? It wasn’t even impressive it was like…oh….there’s Jim….with some train sounds……I guess …

-Moriartys motivations officially make no sense. His only goal was just to ruin his own business and fuck over Sherlock. What did Sherlock ever even do to him? If it was just bc he was so cool and smart, why not obsess over Eurus who was apparently way cooler and smarter?

-Why was Mycroft given a love interest that they had no intention of either developing or ever referencing again??

radio show klance au

keith runs a local radio show at like 3am in the morning bc he really needs a job and he doesn’t sleep much anyways

and lance sometimes can’t sleep so he turns on the radio and finds keith’s show

the music keith plays isn’t lances favorite but he’s falling for keith’s voice over the radio

one night he calls the radio show bc he honestly doesn’t have anything better to do and they start talking and it becomes a nightly thing and it’s like those really late night conversations where it gets Real™

and lance is like “sorry for occupying all your show time im sure you have a bunch of other callers other than me”

and keith’s like “no actually you’re probably the only person listening right now”

and they learn that they both live in the same city or go to the same college and they meet & bond & are happy together

Pros of being an artist: Draw your faves Kissing.

Cons of being an artist: be Sad due to the Astounding Lack of Kisses in Canon.

Merry Christmas, @pocket-anon!  From your Secret Santa!

I’m so sorry I’ve been basically the worst with how little we’ve spoken! I’ve been super busy but should have occupied more time to chat.

Anyway, here is your gift. I really hope you like it and it was worth the wait!
I took into account what you said you would have liked, so I hope I’ve covered it nicely and fulfilled your wishes!

Have a wonderful Christmas with your family and a very happy new year, and I’m excited to finally speak to you off anon!!


How To Handle Being Late  - The Fashionable Way

To say that poor time keeping can hurt your dating game is an understatement!

But… some of us are more prone to tardiness than others and while its acceptable to be a little late (fashionable at times), it can be perceived as bad mannered, unattractive and inconsiderate to be very late. Yikes!

Generally, being very late is reserved for African social gatherings and your sugar daddy’s funeral (after all, you must check with the executor to make sure he compensated you generously in the will before turning up) ;) but even those have their cut off points. So how do you handle the situations where you just can’t help running a little … or a lotta late?

On Time : Woah there, slow your horses. You are on time? Well done, now linger in your car/ car park a bit longer. Let him anticipate your arrival. I’m sure you can find something to occupy your time for the next 3-5 minutes. Another coat of lipstick perhaps. A little powder on the nose, and a brief look in the mirror. Why wait I hear you ask? You want to make sure he is seated and comfortable as you strut your stuff to grace him your presence.

Less than 10mins late: No need to apologise lady, you’ve arrived. He should be grateful you even showed up. Enjoy your date, he will!

15-35 mins late: Quickly pacify any annoyance on his part with a warm smile, sparkling eye contact and follow with a flirty compliment. Casually dismiss your lateness with something trivial and out of your control. For example, “ _ _ _ _ _ _  I’m so glad to see you. Wow! *pause* that tie/shirt/toupee looks amazing on you! Gosh, the traffic/ parking/ delayed trains are such a nuisance aren’t they”?


40 mins – 1 hr late: Hint at a day of stress and drama as you apologise … but don’t go into too much detail. Then quickly distract your date with engaging conversation. Such as “ _ _ _ _ _ I’m so terribly sorry I’m late, you don’t want to begin to imagine the day I’ve had. I’m just happy I’m here! Can you believe the district/ circle/ jubilee line was suspended?! But enough about me, _ _ _ _ what have you been getting up to today”? etc.


Over an hour: GIIIRRLLLL, this is the time to slay like you have never slayed before. If your date is even still waiting for you, it’s time for an awe inspiring entrance. Work a sexy strut right over to that man, pout your lips, serious eye contact in your arsenal and embrace him in a long(ish) hug. Now that you have hopefully surprised and allured your dashing date, he’ll have his guard down for a brief moment. Like a leopard capturing it’s prey, use a sweet or sultry voice (the choice is yours) to say the following. “ _ _ _ _, I’m sorry I’m just arriving. I don’t even want to dampen the mood by trying to explain what happened. But I’ll bribe you with an ice cream the next time we meet so you can forgive me. I nearly didn’t even make it though, but I knew how disappointed you would be if I cancelled so I just had to try my hardest to get here for you” … ensue adorable *today has been so hard for me* puppy dog pout.

And that’s how to handle being late in style!


Notice how in all instances , you do not dwell too much on being late. It’s better to just get on with enjoying each other’s company that to have an apology session about lateness. You’ve arrived now make the wait worth his while.

Always try your best to inform your date before they leave for the venue, if you are going to be late. They will appreciate it.



anonymous asked:

Dan smut at the movies?

- dan surprising you with movie tickets to a horror film you had been eager to see for a few weeks to celebrate you being off work

- getting ready, you decide on wearing a skirt as you had just shaved and wanted to be able to appreciate your silky limbs

- walking down to the car where dan was waiting as he goes wide eyed for a moment, completely in awe of the goddess in front of him

- the drive to the theater was a quick one, neither one of you speaking much but occupying your time by playing with his fingers

- saving two seats at the back of the rather packed cinema as dan leaves to grab popcorn and drinks for you both

- he returns right as the credits begin, his hand finding its usual place resting on your knee

- unknowingly to you, dan was a man with a plan and he expected you to be screaming by the end of the movie and not because of the horror within it

- about half of the way through the movie, you feel his hand start to creep up your inner thigh, teasing you as a sex scene rolls on screen

- the thought of dan touching you in front of all the theater gets you going and you squeeze your thighs shut in attempt to avoid the inevitable

- needless to say, dans hand finds itself on the outside of your panties, tracing your sensitive nub and you begin growing wetter by the second

- dan leaning over to whisper, some may think about the movie but this wasn’t the case

- “i’m going to make you scream babygirl, you’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you?”

- at that point, all of your (useless) defenses were dropped and all you could do was nod, needing his touch

- dans hand slipping into your panties as he slings his other arm around your shoulder to look more natural

- his pace starts slow but quickly you find yourself being hit hard and deep by his long delicate fingers, making your toes curl

- before you know it you are seconds away from orgasm and dan is not letting up, you lean over to beg him to slow down because you know if not you would accidentally scream

- “dan, agh, please, im going to scream,” you whimper as it approaches and dan slides his big hand to cover your mouth as he goes harder and faster

- “fuck!” you scream, coming on dans fingers as he chuckles beside you and half the theater looks back to you

- embarrassed you nestle into dans arm, hiding your red face from the crowd

- “fuck you dan, one of these days you’re gonna get it,” you whisper as he holds back laughter, “i’ll be waiting, princess”


- a theater attendant coming up to you five minutes after your little “climax” and asking you both to leave as you were a “distraction” to other guests

- leaving the theater, your face glowing red and dan in tears from laughing, smacking your booty softly before getting in the car

- “guess i’m a crowd pleaser” he winks before placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth

So there’s this urban legend called Pérák or The Spring Man of Prague

Pérák was a mysterious man or a human-like entity that used to show up in occupied Prague around the time of WW II. First a malevolent figure rumored to stealthily kill wihout discrimination, he quickly turned all of his murderous attention towards the nazis, whom he often assassinated when they wandered into a dark alley at night or when they were assaulting the citizens. He became something of a beloved superhero vigilante among the people, only to vanish without a trace after WW II ended.

His descriptions vary, but some common repeating elements are:

  • glowing red eyes
  • black clothes
  • outstanding physical feats, superhuman speed and ability to leap over ten meters with ease (hence ‘The Spring Man’)
  • impervious to bullets
  • what was described as hidden knives or “iron feathers” held in/attached near his hands and sometimes at his boots, that he was adept at fighting with in close quarters


You may already see where I’m going with this

I can’t believe Kars came back to Earth, chased after Stroheim and his nazis through Central Europe and accidentally became an urban legend