okay first of all this was so rude

anonymous asked:

(@ your last post) you're saying that the post is not only because of your "feelings" for him. so what would be a good reason to not finish a man like this just how he deserves it? he did the same with eri? with a little child? i'm not trying to be rude just trying to understand that part


So, what I was trying to say with that is pretty much that Horikoshi gave Overhaul so much backstory to a point where I just can’t understand the need for him to be executed like that

First of all, we got to get to the actual plan, which was to save the Yakuza and give them a new source of power to rise again. At this point I was questioning whether or not his behavior was logical. I mean, sure, there’s some villains that are simply fucked up in the head just because. Just for the sheer fact to have something evil around, you know. But Overhauls behavior was so cramped and forced, it just seemed like Horikoshi was pressuring a deeper point. 

Then we got to the point where his boss was mentioned, where there was actual feelings getting attached between them. The Boss was like a father to Overhaul, saying that he was shown so much kindness and support that he felt the need to give it back to him

So, Overhaul isn’t a selfish villain. He was trying to give his ‘Pops’ all this kindness back but didn’t know how. Judging from the fact that he was at the boss’ side since he was a little kid, I’m guessing that his own backstory isn’t really sugar coated. Which means that he doesn’t know how to cope with feelings or any kind of emotions for that matter. But still he was determined to give his father figure a good life, to make his father figures dream come true. He didn’t do that for himself, but for his Pops

I’m not saying that what he did to Eri was okay or that it was a good way to handle it (or that I’m fine with that istg), I’m just saying that he was trying so hard to save the people that cared about him and showed him kindness. But as the Boss himself realized, Overhaul didn’t understand that he was doing something wrong. He didn’t understand that that was not a way to treat another human, for he doesn’t know how to act around others. 

I feel like he had so much potential to be someone bigger. 

I mean, Tomura was looking for a healer?? They had him on a stretcher, when he was staring at them with blank eyes and a wish to die after losing everything and feeling like he dissapointed his Pops

I just think they could’ve used him better and gave him the actual role he deserved. 

He’s a villain, okay, he’s meant to be evil

I cant help that I love those evil bitches so much, ffs. 

How Exo Was Formed

SM: Okay you boys have all been called here because I’m forming a super group that will be the new face in fashion, media and the foreign markets.

Staff: *ahem* And don’t you mean in music as well sir?

SM: Sure, if that’s a side effect of fame we’ll go that route too. So! I have brought in 12 of the finest boys here to audition to show me if they are worth a place in EXO! Who’s first?

Baekhyun: Hello I’m Baekhyun. Some call me Baek you can call me “Bank” I have enough personality for even the slower ones in the room *eyes Kai* andddd enough charisma to become the center of all fanfictions.

SM: You’re arrogant, rude and demeaning…..I like you! You’re in! Okay who else is next?

Kris:  Honestly I think you should be the one asking me if I want to be in this “boy band” not the other way around..

SM: We need you here  to cash in on the Chinese babes weekly allowances, just lose the smirk and promise to stick around for the next 10 years.

Kris: *pulls out 2014 calendar and smiles to himself*

Suho: I’m Junmyeon, Um I’m really nice and I like everyone and I-

SM: You’ve been skulking these halls since ‘98 why should I let you debut??

Suho: *pulls out black visa*

SM: You’re in! NExt!


SM: A man of few words….reminds me of myself! You’re in!

Luhan: I’m really attractive.

Staff: And???

SM: LEave this DEER boii ALONE! Being attractive is a talent!  I’m not YG, I hire with my eyes.

Chanyeol: Please let me in. Yes I know I look like a cotton swab after it’s been in an ear-

Tao: Ew

Chanyeol: -But just give me a few years and I’ll be the face of this amazing group!

Baek: Um first I called dibs on being “Exo” and second you’ll only ever be the face of the group if for some reason we only had 8 people performing instead of 12 and that’ll never happen so-

Kris: Ummm I’m just asking for a friend but is this contract null in China?

Staff: What??

SM:  Channie you’re in! Moving on… who’s the panda looking guy on the verge of tears?

Tao: Hi!!! I’m Zitaaoooooo! *claps for himself* I can do martial arts!

SM: Hmm…I need people who can bend over backwards for me…okay you’re through.

Lay: I’m Yixing.




Yixing: You’re the Staff.

Staff: I don’t get paid enough for this.

SM: He’s in.

Xiumin: I’m Minseok, I’m really good at being a level headed middle of the road type. I make girls say “awh” by only breathing.

SM: Sure you’re in let’s wrap this up I have an appointment at “I Have Better Things To Do” who are you three?

Chen: *sings nervously in 8 octaves*


Kai: I don’t really know.

Staff: Taemin said he could dance, but to not ask him any difficult questions.

SM: Poor boy…in!

Sehun: I’m just here because there’s a real lack of visuals and you need a maknae…. and because my mom told me I had to leave my room and do something productive today…..



SM: I don’t even know how to respond. I’ll let you in on a 4 year “3 lines per song” basis.

Sehun: Sounds fair.

SM: You may leave.

*all trainees get up and exit*

Staff: So do I resign in person or can i turn it in by email??

SM: Shut up peon. We did a good thing today. I can almost smell the money in the air!

Staff: Really? I smelled at least 3 divas, a broken contract, and a badly pronounced potato.

SM: Don’t be so negative! Just wait in a few years we’ll make another supergroup with 50 members!

Staff: Pls tell me you’re kidding

SM: I’m not.

anonymous asked:

You mentioned Pride and Prejudice in your post about classic novels, and I was wondering about a) your opinion of Mr. Darcy in general and b) your opinion of Darcy and Elizabeth as a couple.

Don’t let my mocking tone in that post fool you. I adore Mr. Darcy with all my heart, I merely object to the way he’s popularly associated with the image of this perfect, brooding hunk, when really he’s just a socially awkward loser.

Okay, okay, so our first introduction to Darcy is at a ball, where he:

  • Doesn’t dance
  • Can’t make small talk
  • Is generally rude and embarrassing
  • Stands awkwardly in the corner the whole night
  • Decides he might fancy this one girl, so he insults her.
  • Loudly.
  • Where anyone could overhear.
  • Including the girl.
  • Gets roundly insulted to his face by said girl, and his reaction is ‘…damn.’

Later on, he gets to know this girl a bit better. He warms up to her, and starts to act a little less like a standoffish jackass.

Then comes the infamous ball where the entire Bennet family, except for Jane and Lizzie, embarrass themselves. He convinces Bingley not to marry Jane because it would degrade him.

MONTHS pass, and Lizzie meets Mr. Darcy again. She finds out that he separated Jane and Bingley and she is SIMMERING with resentment. Darcy, on the other hand, (who must have been pining over her and doodling ‘Mrs Elizabeth Darcy’ in his notebooks all this time) decides this is the perfect time to propose marriage. He BURSTS into her house, completely unannounced, ignores her chilly reception, then makes awkward small talk and wanders around in agitation. Finally, he confesses that he loves her, against his better judgment, and insults her and her entire family before standing back, quite pleased with himself and convinced that she’s going to accept him.

But she doesn’t.

She lets him have it. She tells him how much she loathes him and exactly why. He is stunned. Mortified. No one has ever spoken to him like this. He’s quite used to getting everything he wants, and this just shakes him to his core. He stands there for a while with a face like a slapped arse, then, unable to defend himself, he slinks away with a haughty goodbye and goes off to wallow in shame and resentment.

And then.


The next day Lizzie is walking around the grounds and Mr. Darcy finds her. Has he taken this time to compose himself so he might talk to her and explain himself better?


He wrote a letter. He wrote a fucking letter. He probably spent all night agonising and poring over this thing. Then he skulked around the grounds ALL MORNING in the hope of finding her. His exact words: “I have been walking in the grove some time in the hope of meeting you. Will you do me the honour of reading that letter?”

And he shoves it in her hand.

Then he runs.


(Darcy you fucking walnut.)

Lizzie reads the letter, and of course it’s beautiful and eloquent and it says everything he’s too socially inept to say to her face. It radically alters her opinion of him.

In response to her criticisms, Darcy really does make an effort to change his manners. He was never a bad guy – it’s obvious how much he loves his friends and his baby sister, and Lizzie too, he just tends to be rude and haughty and socially awkward, something that’s understandable considering his station.

Lizzie meets him at Pemberley and he introduces her to his sister (which, over-protective big brother alert, is the biggest compliment he can give) and seeing how he treats her makes Lizzie just a tiny bit weak in the knees. JUST A LITTLE. NOT THAT SHE WANTS TO MARRY HIM OR ANYTHING HAHA wow his house is big.


Then she hears her sister Lydia has run away with the renegade Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Darcy be like


He comes to the rescue, finds Lydia and Wickham, and persuades them to marry with a hefty sum of money, thus rescuing the Bennets from disgrace. But. BUT.



And Lizzie’s just like ‘oh no.’

(Because every girl’s a slut for a gentleman who treats her and her family with respect.)




Gee, I wonder who could have been behind that? I wonder who could possibly have persuaded Bingley that Jane truly did love him, and that her family was not beneath his station after all? WHO COULD POSSIBLY HAVE DONE THAT????

By this point Lizzie’s a hive of conflicting desires and emotions. That’s when Lady Catherine de Bourgh comes into her house, unannounced, and tells her not to marry Mr. Darcy.

How does Lizzie respond? Miss “From the very beginning – from the first moment, I may almost say – of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry” ?


(Oooooh, girl, you got it bad.)

After this, Darcy shows up and starts talking to Lizzie. And it KILLS me, because obviously he’d given up on ever winning her hand. He did all those things for her not because he wanted her to like him, but just because he loved her. He was upset when he found out her uncle had told her about what he did for Lydia and Wickham. UPSET. And while Lady Catherine had raged about how inferior Lizzie’s family was, just as Darcy once had, now Darcy says that he respects and loves them. He says Lady Catherine spoke to him of their encounter, and it filled him with hope that maybe she didn’t think he was an insufferable jackass anymore. ONLY when he receives this encouragement does he renew his proposal, and even then he adds, “one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”

I MEAN???? Just LOOK at this precious sunflower, dumb and stuttering and full of “awkwardness and anxiety,” so fucking in love with this girl that he was willing to give his personality a complete overhaul and re-evaluate all his life choices, not because he thought it would make her like him, but JUST BECAUSE he loved her. And if she had refused him a second time, he would never have bothered her again. THAT is how you gentleman.

The name of the novel says it all – Pride and Prejudice. He’s proud and haughty, she’s prejudiced and rooted in her negative first impressions. These are the things they have to overcome, this is how they have to grow and evolve. He needs to lay aside his pride, she her prejudice, and only then can they be together.

Because they are perfect for each other. Absolutely, unequivocally. And when Jane Austen says they live happily ever after, I believe her.

BTS Reaction to You Roasting Them in Korean

A/N: I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but make this a slight!crack post, I hope you can forgive me for this. -Admin Germane :3

Jin: “Excuuuuse me? I’m proud that your pronunciation is on point and you’re picking up the language well, but did you really just say that I’m not worldwide handsome? Why are you lying to yourself?!”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga: “What did you just say? You wanna go? Wait, that was in Korean? Ah, that was so good, you’re studying so well! I’ll forgive you just this once, but do it again and see what happens.”

Originally posted by gotbangboys

J-Hope: “Uh, okay, first of all that was totally rude and uncalled for. Second of all your getting so much better at Korean! I’m so proud! Third of all, why don’t you use your new roasting skills on the maknae-line instead, I could use a good laugh.”

Originally posted by judgementalyoongi

Rap Monster: “Honey, please, is that the best you got? Oh, wait, it is because you aren’t fluent in Korean yet! Hah! ….I’m sorry, that was mean, can’t you forgive me?”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin: “Bitch what? I know you didn’t just try to roast me. Despite the fact that you’re getting better at Korean, you just can’t do that while I’m caught off guard! Come at me bro, lets do this!”

Originally posted by jjminie

V: “They ask you how you are and you say that you’re fine, when you’re really not-ah I’m just playing around with you. You didn’t hurt my feelings THAT bad, but good job with your pronunciation! I’m proud of you!”

Originally posted by awesomesrllamataehyung

Jungkook: *is Jungshook* “I…I have no words. I have never been so insulted in all my life. If I didn’t like you so much I’d roast you so hard right now, even if you couldn’t understand what I was saying.”

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

cyborgparrot96  asked:

Hey I really like your Art, I don't mean to be disrespectful but could you please not put the words or symbol "please do not repost" into your Art, it just beeaks/ruins the immersion of the Pictures especially if you paste it in every frame in a Comic thinking people are too dumb to be reminded once, I mean just think how annoying it would be if that was put in the Mona Lisa or every frame of a Marvel or DC Comic Book Page. Again I mean no disrespect, but this really annoys me and fells rude.

The watermarks are there for a reason. Art theft is inevitable and at least with the watermark, people will know where to find me and will know my policy. It’s placed in every panel because some people steal my art, crop it and upload it panel by panel. If my watermarks annoy you and you think it’s rude, look elsewhere. I do not get paid to draw. Please rid yourself of any notion that it’s okay to approach a content creator and tell them what they can and can’t do in regards to their own creations, especially when they spend their time and energy to share these creations for free.

I spent a good few days working on that MariChat comic only to get this message not long after I posted it. Don’t think that if you start off by saying “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but…” or “No offense, but…” that your proceeding words will be okay. You essentially asked that I get rid of the watermarks that I have in place for my protection so that you could have a better experience. It doesn’t matter to you if people steal my art with no trace back to me. All that matters is your comfort. This is hardly the first instance of entitlement I’ve seen in this fandom, but it’s still appalling every time I encounter it.

No disrespect, but this really annoys me and is* rude.

Let Me Help You

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2332

Characters: Paul x reader, Jared, Sam, Emily, the rest of Sam’s pack

Warnings: mentions of asshole parents, reader cutting herself off, reference to Paul’s anger management issues

Summary: After Paul imprints on you, he changes your attitude to the world.

The summer job in Forks was only supposed to be a temporary stop-off. After you graduated and your parents kicked you out, you’d taken off on a trip across America. Where you could, you picked up jobs to covers the costs of fuel and food and somewhere to stay, and coasting along by yourself suited you just fine. It was more peaceful that way.

You had no doubt that, if Paul hadn’t walked into your life, you may well have spent the rest of it living that way.

As it was, though, you’d been working at a supermarket checkout when you looked up to see one of the most muscular men you’d ever seen staring down at you. He was hot, but that wasn’t why you’d kept looking back.

In that moment, it felt like everything else had ceased to exist. There was an expression of wonder in the stranger’s face as he looked at you, and you’d felt drawn to him in a way you’d never felt about anyone else. It was intense, and it was scary.

Then he grinned, still looking wonderstruck, and held out his hand. “Paul Lahote.”

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I Would Never Regret Meeting You

||| Anon asked: hi can you possibly make a mark from nct mafia au, like a scenario(: |||

Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff

Word count: 1,091

Originally posted by meekokohaku

“Aren’t you too young to be working as a barista?”

“Aren’t you too old to pretend that your studying in a coffee shop just to look cool.” he retorted.

“Excuse me.” you tried making an offended face. “I’m only one year older than you.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re not really studying.” he laughed.

But he was right, lately you have been coming here only to see him. He was new here and way younger compared to other employees. You found this boy incredibly cute and he kept distracting you, so now you don’t even try to study when it’s his shift. You two kept teasing each other but he actually never gave you a valid answer as to why he’s here and where he came from. When all the customers were served he leaned down next to your ear.

“You really want to know why I work here.” he asked, this time with a serious face. You just gulped. You have never seen him this focused before.

“Yes.” you finally spoke.

“This is all just a cover up for my mission, I’m actually in the mafia.” he said.

You looked at him for few seconds and then started laughing.

“And here I thought you were going to be serious for once.” you said punching him in the shoulder.

It seems he was content with your response.

“No need to attack me like that.” he chuckled, massaging the place you just hit.

“Yeah, yeah. Can you now let me focus for once?”

“Fine. Have your way princess.” he bowed down and went to the counter. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he mumbled.

“What’s that?”

“I said I think you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.”

You just blushed and quickly turned around.

“What’s up with him today? He’s not acting like himself.” you thought to yourself.


After that day you haven’t seen much of him. You were coming to the shop every single day but he was nowhere to be found and your mood would go down every time he wasn’t there but you tried to convince yourself it’s not because of him. One morning you were going to the coffee shop again when you saw him exiting the building.

“Mark!” you shouted running up to him. “Where were you these past two weeks? I was beginning to worry.” you started when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his work clothes and he had bruises on his face and hands, like he was in a fight or something.

“Oh my God! What happened?” you asked taking his hand.

“None of your business.” he said, roughly pulling it out of your grasp.

“Are you serious?” you couldn’t believe how he was acting. “Why are you being a jerk? I was thinking and worrying about you all this time and that’s all you can say to me?”

“I never asked you to.”

That was it. You couldn’t look at him right now.

“Fine, if that’s how you want it to be.” you shoved him aside and went into the shop. You turned around and your eyes met. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You stared at each other seemingly for ages but it was only a few seconds when he finally averted his gaze and walked away.

“What’s up with him today?” you asked the other employees.

“Didn’t you hear? I thought you two were pretty close. He quit.”

“What?!” you shouted standing up from the chair and running outside. You don’t know anything else about him nor his last name, nor his number. It can’t end like this. But he was nowhere to be seen.

“Shit.” you went back inside and ordered a coffee. You sat at a table in one of the corners and tried to focus on the things you had to do but kept spacing out most of the time, thinking about what happened.

“We’re closing.” one employee said.

“Ah sorry.”

“Are you okay? You were sitting here all day doing nothing and just staring ahead of you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you quickly gathered your things and stepped outside. It was already dark and pretty cold. You never stayed here for this long. You were heading in the direction of your home when someone put his hand on your mouth and dragged you into a nearby alley. The person then slammed you into the wall.

“If you make any kind of noise, I will kill you just now and here, understand?” and you just nodded.

“What a nice catch but I could never understand why you would get yourself involved with the likes of Mark.” at the mention of his name your eyes widened.

“Ooh so you really do know him. Now be a good girl and tell me everything. We have seen you two together for a while now, so you must have some valuable information.” he said pulling his knife out.

“Please, I don’t know anything!”

“Everyone says that. You better reconsider your position and start speaking.” he said slicing the skin down your collarbone.

The feeling of the cold metal was terrifying and painful but you bit down on your lip and tried to endure. The man kept asking you the same questions over and over and he cut you when you didn’t provide the correct answer when all of a sudden you heard a gunshot and the man slumped in front of you, whining in pain. You looked up and saw Mark with his gun pointed at him.

“Scram you piece of shit. I’m only letting you live so you could tell your boss that NCT will not tolerate this. I will be coming after his and your head personally.”

“You again! I will remember this.” he told him and disappeared into the night.

You still couldn’t believe what just happened, it was all too much so the tears finally started falling.

“Are you okay?” he came up to you and checked your wounds. “That bastard.”

“Thank you.” you whispered. You were trembling so he quickly pulled you into his arms.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” he nuzzled his head in your neck.

“I’m sorry, I should have come sooner, I shouldn’t have been so rude this morning, I shouldn’t have talked to you in the first place… I’m sorry for everything.” he said tightening the hug.

“It’s okay.” you uttered. 

“This may sound selfish of me but even when it led to this, I would never regret meeting you.” he told you.

A/N: Ahhh it’s been a while since I have written a full mafia scenario even though I love them. Not that I don’t enjoy doing them but I should catch up with all of the requests sooner so I could focus on the 2nd part of rumors… 😂

I want to talk about this

“You know what? I’m just glad you’re okay.”

That was his first reaction when he finally met up with Pauling. He didn’t flirt, he wasn’t being rude or annoying, he said “I’m just glad you’re okay” and he hugs her. 

Because he loves her and just the mere fact that she is alive is enough for him to be happy. That is literally the cutest thing ever. Scout is being extremly nice and in the end? He just wants her to be well. Thats all he wants.

Thank you for showing us that he isn’t a complete asshole, Valve. 
This honestly means so much for me.

Telling Them Off

Requested: Hi!!! Maybe an imagine where like y/n is getting a lot of hate from Shawns fans and like one time a fan starts insulting her in front of Shawn and he becomes all protective. P.S. Love your blog! It’s really one of the best ones!!! 💖💖💖


Your name: submit What is this?


You’ve just arrived at the Toronto airport with Shawn to fly to Japan. You happened to have a break from school at the same time he was scheduled to go to Japan, so he asked you to go with him. Since you barely get to see him while you have school because you’re so busy, you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with him when you were finally on break. In the year that you’ve been dating Shawn, you sometimes find yourself overwhelmed whenever you’re flying with him. You already don’t like airplanes because they freak you out, but it doesn’t help that there are almost always tons of fans waiting at the airport trying to get pictures with Shawn.

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Clony Headcanons With Protective!Tony

A/N: Hey! So this is my first request (thanks anon) and I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. It’s a little more jealous than protective at the start… I usually have a different writing style to this, where all my dot points are separate, but in this they all seem to lead on to one another. If you don’t like it feel free to send me the request again and I can redo it for you :)

Clony Headcannons With Protective!Tony…

  • Okay so Clay has absolutely no idea how good looking he is

  • Like literally everyone in the school knows it except him

  • And Tony knows that everyone sees what he sees, and he also knows how many people flirt with his boyfriend

  • Tony is quite a level headed guy, so he doesn’t jump to conclusions

  • But he knows flirting when he sees it

  • And he’s not possessive, but Clay is HIS boyfriend

  • For a short guy he is pretty feisty

  • It’s never about Clay and being possessive over him, it’s always about the other person involved

  • Tony has a death stare that could make a murderer flinch, and he doesn’t hesitate to use it

  • His arm will always end up around Clay’s waist

  • And he’ll give him the ‘lets go’ eyes

  • And meanwhile Clay is totally oblivious

  • But not oblivious enough to miss his boyfriend being hot as hell

  • Clay will always lean into Tony at this

  • And they’ll smile at each other before they walk away

  • Tony once again glaring at whoever had been with Clay

  • Then for the rest of the day there will be so many more kisses in the hallway than usual

  • Tony making cute stuff pop out of Clay’s locker every time he opens it so that everyone notices

  • He also gives Clay his leather jacket to wear

  • And of course Tony just always happen to be there. All. The. Time

As for Tony’s protectiveness that doesn’t involve another person:

  • Clay’s clumsy as hell, so Tony is used to reaching out and stopping him falling on his face

  • He keeps a first aid kit in his car

  • He questions every last bruise on Clay’s skin wanting to know where it came from

  • And kisses them each night before he leaves

  • He drives Clay around everywhere to get him off that bike that seems to always get him injured

  • He asks Clay about every single one of his emotions, always making sure he’s doing okay

  • And if any kids at school are rude to him Tony will absolutely not hesitate to threaten them

  • Tony’s brothers all love Clay, and the group of them protect him with everything they are

  • Clay usually doesn’t notice how protective Tony is, because he just loves his boyfriend so much and it’s just the norm

  • Clay sometimes wanting Tony to be protective, and so he’ll grab his arm

  • And of course Tony knows what he means instantly

  • And he’ll be there for Clay in any way that his boyfriend wants

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“Panic Attacks” Finn Wolfhard (part 2)

Plot - Y/N struggles with panic attacks. Finn is the only one who knows

Pairing - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

“Are you nervous?” Finn asked me, his voice just a little louder than a whisper. We were in a van, heading to our first interview. “Yeah, a lot actually.” I whispered back. “It’ll be okay Y/N, you’re good at interviews.” He replied, a smirk on his face, as he quickly hugged me.

“Aw shit. I forgot my fake teeth.” we heard Gaten swear from the front seat. “Welp, back to being toothless for you.” Caleb laughed, all of us joining in. “Shut up.” Gaten laughed as well. “Jeez Caleb don’t be so rude!” Millie giggled. Light hearted banter continued from there on. I stayed quiet, too caught up in my thoughts. The only thing that was keeping me from completely freaking out was Finn. More specifically, his tight grip on my hand. I focused on his fingers intertwined with mine, and the way he was rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb.

“Y/N’s being awfully quiet.” Gaten stated, taking me out of my thoughts. “You doing okay?” he asked. “Yeah im fine, im just tired, Noah and I had to get up at 2am.” I replied, slightly smiling. “Yeah, it was shit, and I forgot to pack my carry on so I was late to picking her up.” Noah added. I squeezed Finn’s hand, feeling my nerves bubbling up again. He squeezed back, reassuring me that it was going to be fine.

We got to a set, a couch and a few chairs were on the left side and a single chair was on the right. We all took a seat, Finn making sure I was right next to him. We were on the couch in front, along with Millie, while Noah, Caleb and Gaten sat on the chairs in the back. The blonde interview came in and shaked all of our hands. Then the interview started.

The lady asked us a few questions, I didn’t answer any. My anxiety started to bubble up. Before a second thought I took Finn’s hand in mine, forgetting we were on camera. “You doing okay?” he whispered. “Ish.” I replied.

“Okay, if you were to use one word to describe season 2, what word would you choose?” The interviewer asked. “Different.” Millie responded. “Dangerous.” Caleb smiled. “Intense.” Finn answered. “Amazing.” Noah beamed. “Romantic” Gaten replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “Fun.” I mumbled a bit. Oh shit, could they hear me? “I’m sorry Y/N, I couldnt hear your answer.” The blonde lady said. Fuck, they couldn’t hear me. “I said fun, sorry.” I repeated, lowering my head, embarrassed. Thankfully, the interview was almost over.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I kept mumbling to myself in the hallway. We were taking a quick bathroom break before the next interview, which was a whiles away. “Why are you stupid?” I heard Finn ask, as he sat next to me. “I just embarrassed myself, because I couldn’t say the word ‘fun’.” I snapped. “Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. That interviewer was old, and probably has bad hearing, that’s all.” He reassured me, taking my hand in his once again. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, thanks.” I responded.

“Oh my god! Are you two dating?!” I heard Gaten shout, pointing at us holding hands. “Gaten, shut up, we’re not dating, no.” Finn replied, letting go of my hand. I felt my heart sink a bit. “Then why were you two holding hands?” He asked, a confused look on his face as he sat down next to me. “Uh, we, uh..” Finn stuttered. “We were comparing hand sizes.” I interjected. “What? Why?” Gaten chuckled. “Because I have really small hands.” I answered, putting my hand up and gesturing Finn to put his on mine. “See?” I said. “Holy shit! What the hell?” Gaten laughed, taking my hand and putting his up to it. “Wow! That’s so weird.” he laughed once again.

“Comparing hand sizes?” Finn whispered/laughed once we got back into the car. “It was all that I could think of! And he believed it.” I giggled back. “Yeah, true.” Finn mumbled. “I like how small your hands are.” He commented after a few seconds of silence. “Okay, uh, thanks?” I slightly chuckled, a little confused. “I mean, it fits with mine quite nicely. It’s the perfect size for my hand.” He explained, making me blush.

“Hey, hand me the aux cord.” I heard Noah say to David. He played ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ by The Clash. “My god Noah.” Caleb shook his head. “C’mon, we love this song!” Noah laughed, singing along. Eventually all of us were singing with him.

The last interview was fine, nothing embarrassing happened which was good. Finn held my hand during it as well. “Hey, Y/N?” Finn asked, once we got back to the hotel room. “Yeah?” I replied. “How come you don’t want the others to know you have anxiety and get panic attacks?” He asked, making me stop what I was doing. “Because I don’t want them to know.” I answered, turning around to face him. “That’s not an answer and you know it. You won’t even tell your mom, the only reason I know is because you had one in front of me once.” He remarked. “Yeah and you never should’ve found out. It’s not something to go out and tell everyone all casual like ‘hey everybody! I suffer from this dumb mental illness called anxiety!’ it’s just hard to talk about, even with you.” I almost shouted. I could feel myself getting angry. “I’m not saying it’s something easy to talk about. It’s just, like you said, you are suffering. Maybe if you told someone like Millie or Noah as well-” “Finn, no. you are the only one who needs to know.” I interjected. “Ill tell them if and when im ready. But right now, it’s too much. Im taking a shower.” I mumbled, leaving the room and going into the bathroom.

After my shower, I had calmed down alot. “Hey Finn, I’m sorry I got mad.” I said, walking out of the bathroom. “It’s okay, i understand why. Want to watch a movie?” He asked “the T.V has netflix.” He added. “Sure, what are we watching?” I responded, taking a seat on his bed instead of mine.

I didn’t get much sleep. It was 3:30 and I was sat up in my bed, Finn soundly sleeping in the bed next to me. My mind was wandering again. I was thinking about our argument. ‘I shouldn’t have yelled’  I thought. ‘He’s probably so mad’ ‘I probably just ruined our friendship’ I kept thinking. The thought of losing Finn as a friend was enough for me to start silently crying. ‘He hates me.’ I kept repeating. Not being able to stop myself, I started pacing. The feeling of my heavy chest came back. Slowly it became heavier and heavier, until I couldn’t handle it. “FUCK!” I yelled, kicking the wall next to me, my crying became louder, I couldn’t breath. I fell to the ground. “Y/N? Are you okay?” I heard Finn question, his voice lower than normal, since he just woken up. “Oh god.” He mumbled, turning on the light and rushing over to me. “Y/N. Y/N, it’s okay i’m here now.” He whispered, rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry.” I cried, turning to hug him. “For what, sweetheart?” he asked, hugging me back. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” I sobbed, my tears wetting his shirt. “Its okay, im not mad.” He whispered, helping me to my feet. “Let’s get back in bed, okay?” He asked. I slowly nodded in response as he brought me to his bed. I got on one side and he quicking got in on the other. Without another word, he pulled me closer to him, his arm around my waist and his other hand playing with my hair. I rested my head on his chest, my breathing still uneven and little tears still falling. I focused on his heartbeat, to distract myself.

Around half an hour later, I still couldn’t sleep. “Finn?” I whispered, moving my head so I could see him. “Finn, I cant sleep, im sorry.” I mumbled. I watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open. “Understandable.” He answered, making me laugh a bit. “Want to stay up and talk for a little?” He asked, moving a bit so we were sitting up. “Yeah.” I replied.

We talked about random shit until he asked a more serious question. “Y/N? Did you think I was mad at you because you yelled? Is that why you had the panic attack?” He asked, looking me in the eyes. “I thought I ruined our friendship, I thought I had lost you.” I admitted, ashamed. “Baby, I would never leave you. I’m here to stay, you’re my best friend.” He spoke, I could hear how sincere he was. “That’s what they all say.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Y/N, look at me.” He demanded. I did, he rested his hand on my cheek. “I’m here to stay.” He repeated, before softly kissing my lips. “Finn.” I mumbled, a stupid grin plastered on both of our faces. “Y/N” He mumbled before connecting our lips again.



OT13 Reaction to “Accidentally” Seeing Down Your Shirt

Anon asked: hello :) could you please do how seventeen would react when their girlfriend bent over to put something on the table and they could see right down her shirt ;)

*inhales deeply* OKAY. This is my first slightly “smutty” piece of writing so, well uhh… enjoy?

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request: Your DK scenario really makes my heart flutter!❤ Can I request Mingyu scenario where he’s your new neighbour and he also your new classmate? I like all your works!!💖💖💖 for @seokmintbby

Originally posted by dkyeom

i’m sorry that the wait was so long!!

  • so your parents probably made you go over and say hi because she saw a ‘cute’ boy and you 'need’ a boyfriend
  • “mum, no”
  • “y/n yes”
  • with a lot of force and bribery, you decided to go over and introduce yourself 
  • and wow your mum was not lying
  • this kid was cute
  • really cute
  • “h-hi, I’m from next door, uh, my mum sent me over to, uh, welcome you..”
  • at first, he’s like ???? 
  • “okay, hi, my name is mingyu, who are you?”
  • rude
  • “uh, y/n, I’m gonna go now, bYE!”
  • mingyu is extra confused now
  • but he found out that the person he lives next to is cute, so that’s a win
  • but you’re freaking out because wOW THIS HUMAN IS CUTE
  • anyways
  • fast forward to the next day at your wonderful school
  • jk
  • there’s hoes everywhere
  • but you heard there was going to be a new student so you were kinda excited for that
  • were they cute
  • were you gonna make a new best friend
  • what’s happenin’ here
  • you heard from a few people that he was extra tall and girls and guys were already going after him
  • so he must be cute
  • you rock up to your third-period class and make your way to the back of the room
  • and then the boy from next door walks in and you almost fall off your chair
  • “y/n??? I didn’t know you were in my class”
  • hella smirk as he sits next to you
  • then the bitch in your class is like, “you KNOW her???”
  • “yes, problem?” and he has that smirk again
  • she just turns around and becomes extra quiet
  • so you and mingyu continue talking
  • and you start to realise that he was a meme pretty cool
  • soon enough the end of class comes around and you don’t see him again until you get home 
  • he left his curtains open while changing so you get to see that great toned upper body
  • all you hear is his scream and him yell sorry
  • you don’t mind though ;)
  • he probably texts you and is like, “let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you food, just please forget about that”
  • so you agree
  • and you both manage to find some cute cafe i’m obsessed with cafes, okay??
  • it ends up being a date and you kinda go back to his place
  • maybe some innocent making out is involved
  • “I really like you and I’ve only known you for like three days”
  • “wow really?” how could such a good looking giant like you
  • it’s easy bc you’re cute
  • within a few months, your neighbour turned into your boyfriend
  • and you couldn’t be happier

anonymous asked:

(ask the the creator not frisk and company) why does AskDrunkChara post your updates quicker than you do?

Okay first of all, rude. And second of all, it’s because I tell Hawker on skype that I’m posting an update so she can repost it right after I do.

anonymous asked:

god DAMN your art is gorgeous and all but I legitimately?? don't like you?? I want to unfollow but I can't bring myself to do it because idk but the problem is even if I was like 'okay I'll stop thinking about this person' (really nothing against you, I dislike a lot of things) I follow your boyfriend so I'm still gonna be thinking about you, with the occasional post. I just don't like your sense of humor, is all. Like, it makes me.. sickeningly angry for no reason.

i think this is the first time iv said this but id genuinely prefer ya just block me :^Y this is kinda rude as shit


-his eyes would tear up each time he saw your demeanour change when being called by the wrong pronouns but other than that he wouldn’t try to show his annoyance until the two of you were alone- 

“I can’t believe they’d do that to you, babe..” 
“I just don’t understand how parents can’t be accepting of their child and just do stuff like that instead.” 

Originally posted by hohbi


-he’d be awful at hiding his frustration with them, but wouldn’t express it until you were alone mainly because he didn’t want to upset you by being rude to them- 

*holds your hand and turned to you* 
“Jagi, you’re valid and I love you with all my heart, okay?” 
“Don’t pay attention to what they’re saying.” 

Originally posted by rapnamu


-he’d scoff in disbelief every time they’d get your pronouns wrong and immediately would become worried that you’re uncomfortable-

*as soon as the leave the room, he pulls you into his arms* 
“Babe, do you want to leave?” 
“I don’t want their ignorance making you uncomfortable..” 

Originally posted by savethepeebees


-he’d be just completely incapable of hiding his anger, rolling his eyes every time they spoke- 

“I’m sorry, but I think we should leave now..” 
*he’d suddenly say in the middle of dinner, practically rushing out of there with you after saying your goodbyes*
“I know that was rude, I’m sorry, but I just can’t listen to them do that to you.”

Originally posted by sugutie


-he’d be good at hiding his anger, even fooling you at one point, but the instant the two of you got back to your hotel he’d blow up- 

“No offense babe, but your parents are ignorant dick heads..”
“Like how the fuck do they expect you to want to be around them when they don’t even acknowledge who you are?” 

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


-every time your parents misgendered you, he’d just turn to see if you were okay and every time he’d see your face contort with discomfort; he’d find his heart breaking yet filling with resentment- 

*your parents finally leave to return to their hotel* 
“Babe are you okay?” 
*pulls you into his arms, kissing you all over*
“I don’t want to listen to their stupidity, alright?”
“You don’t deserve to have to deal with being invalidated like that.” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


-the first time he’d hear them misgender you, he’d politely correct them and continue to do so throughout the time you two were with them- 

*your dad starts talking about what you were like in highschool and continuously calls you by the wrong pronouns*  
“Excuse me sir, but can you please call y/n by their correct pronouns?”
“I don’t mean to be rude by any means, but I don’t enjoy seeing the love of my life uncomfortable.” 

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

Okay first of all Namjoon is beautiful and precious and talented and is a blessing unto everyone so wth. Second of all how can someone be that rude and disrespectful?? Like BTS wouldn’t even be BTS without Namjoon all of them are so talented and so precious IM FUCKIN H EA T E D

Originally posted by watsor99

anonymous asked:


(I only got one ask and I knew this would be it. I laughed so hard anon. Knotting. I am into it. So here comes a small drabble. I hope the anon who asked likes it!)

“Scott. Scottie. Scotty Boy. I need to know, for science.” Stiles pleaded at his webcam, trying not to laugh. The werewolf in question was blushing furiously, shifting in his beanbag uncomfortably.

“STILES I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS. A-ask somebody else, okay?” Scott groaned, wiping a hand through his shaggy hair. Stiles let his head fall in defeat. If only he had mastered the puppy eyes like Scott had, his best friend would be getting a taste of his own medicine.

“C'mon. Who am I supposed to ask about knot-” Scott cut him off with an embarrassed wail.

“This kind of werewolf stuff.” Stiles quickly amended. “Jackson, who hates me, or Derek- who hates me?”

Scott sighed. After an awkward pause, he pouted but relented to speak again “Derek definitely doesn’t hate you, he actually…nevermind.” Scott looked directly at Stiles and took a deep breath. “If you promise on our bromance to never to bring it up again, ever, until the end of time, and even after that, I’ll tell you.”

“Yes. Yes. Absolutely. I promise. Oh my god, yes.” Stiles blurted out, unable to hold back his excitement.

“It’s a thing. It happens sometimes, but not all the time, usually near the full moon. Okay, I’ve gotta go take a shower for eternity. Love you bro-bye.” Scott quickly ended the skype call and Stiles was left staring at his desktop, unsure what to do with the information he’d just learned.

Stiles paused for a moment, mind wandering to what Scott said about Derek: His sort of alpha. His unrequited crush. Who was also a werewolf. Who apparently had a knot. With which to knot things.

And that’s how Stiles got his first boner thinking about Derek knotting him. He palmed himself through his gym shorts and bit his lip, hissing at the warm pleasure. This was gonna need taking care of. Soon.

About that time, a loud thud startled Stiles into near panic as a certain leather-clad alpha sailed through the window.

“Jesus fucking Christmas, Derek, don’t do that!” He stage yelled, face coloring with indignation.

Derek huffed, smugness leaking out of his every move and posture. Why did everyone take such joy out of Stiles’ pain? After Stiles clambered off the floor he picked up his now overturned chair, his hard-on long gone due to the adrenaline of falling backwards at his desk. Which was perfectly fine because his loose fitting gym shorts would have really given that away, and that would have been embarrassing. So, small blessings, he supposed.
He waited on baited breath for Derek to say something or give a reason for his sudden appearance.

He didn’t.

He just looked at Stiles, almost nervously. Stiles felt antsy, blushing slightly under such odd scrutiny.

“Okay Sourwolf, did you just come here just for that or was there an actual reason to shorten my lifespan by ten years?”

“Don’t call me that. I was just checking in. It’s been eerily uneventful lately so I haven’t seen you nearly get yourself killed. It’s weird, so I took it upon myself to make it happen.” He drawled lazily, fighting a smile. It was a good look on him, Stiles thought, despite being still flooded with unecessary adrenaline.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you actually tell a joke. That’s what’s really fucking weird,” Stiles chirped sarcasticly.

“Okay, here’s another one.” Derek pointed at Stiles, clearly trying his hardest not to laugh at his own lame comeback.

Stiles made a face, shaking his head. “Ha-ha-ha, veeeery funny. Werewolf’s got jokes for days. Who would have thought?” Stiles grinned fiendishly, already sure of how to get the alpha back. “You know what else werewolves have?”

Derek’s face furrowed, unsure of what direction this was going in.

“Knots, apparently.”

Stiles had never seen Derek actually look panicked before, but his wide eyes, red cheeks, and pink ears were quite a sight for sight sore eyes. His reaction was far better than Stiles would have ever dreamed of.

“PATROL! I gotta uh, I gotta go. Patrol. I have to finish my patrol. Now. Bye.” The werewolf bit out, clearly flustered, as he nearly tripped out the window. He of course didn’t trip due to his werewolf agility, but Stiles would have bet this was almost just as good. Seeing Derek so awkward had been pretty cute. After he finally stopped laughing, he closed the window and flopped onto his bed. He had a lot to think about.