omg i have such bad timing no one is on to look at my creepy picture

misdial | pcy

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,6k words. fluff/angst. au

—it all started with one misdial, then a second and a third and…

this one is for Sasha @floofyeol

3.12 a.m: missed call from Park Chanyeol

“You called me?” 

“Oh, did I? I’m sorry, it was a misdial.”

“Oh, I see.”

3.14 a.m.: incoming call from Park Chanyeol


“Actually, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

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jet-playin  asked:

Hi! Do you know of any fics where Harry and Draco are both Aurors and have to work together? I've read quite a few but haven't come across one in a while. Either permanently partners or firced together for a single case, both work for me. (Note: I have read everything by l0vegl0wsinthedark so, much as I love reading and rereading What Real Thing, I figured it would better to warn you :D Thank you so much for all of your recs, they are so, unspeakably helpful! :)

(Thank you @celticrose1989​ and @awesomesauceuniverse​ for the requests!! I decided to combine these, since fics in which only Draco is an auror/cursebreaker are pretty rare. I was planning to also combine this with a request for just Auror!Harry (with miscellaneous Draco) to make a giant Auror Drarry list, but it ended up being ridiculously long, so that one will come later this weekend! This one is already super long as-is, so I’ve tried to limit my commentary to 2-3 lines. Let it be known that it was very difficult, hahaha.)

Auror/Cursebreaker Partner Drarry Recs

What Real Thing? by loveglowsinthedark / @l0vegl0wsinthedark (13K)- They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I know you’ve already read it, but you can’t expect me to just not include this amazing sexy pining fluffy piece of wonderfulness in my auror rec list!!! It includes the BEST AIRPORT SCENE (not at an airport) EVER.

Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore (28.5K)- Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint… and Draco’s no saint.
THIS FIC!! EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED. I STILL REMEMBER CLICKING ON IT AND NEARLY ORGASMING RIGHT THERE and it totally does its description justice! Technically Draco is a cursebreaker here.

Two Weeks by shiftylinguini / @shiftylinguini (22K)- If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?
WONDERFUL FABULOUS YES TIMES 96382!! Veela!Harry but like, read it even if that’s not usually your thing. GREAT pining!!! Phone sex. P H O N E S E X.

Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound / @firethesound (19K)- With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.
What could you possibly need that isn’t in this fic? Includes bonding, domesticity, bed sharing, and Nicolas Cage. Perfection <3

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by tessacrowley / @tessacrowley (10K)- Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.
One of the first fics I read and STILL one of the hottest! The sex is amazing, as is the fact that Draco wears (surprisingly practical!) heels and women’s clothing in general I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Highlands by Seefin / @seefin (16K)- The tent was a joke, that was basically the only explanation he could come up with as to why the Aurors would send he and Draco on a several-month mission with only their most basic model. Once, when Harry had been on one of the big ones, the kind of mission where there was a little Auror camp out in the wilderness, twenty or so tents all pitched practically on top of each other, he had slept in one with two stories. Actually it was more of a mezzanine level, but still. Their current one didn’t even have a fucking toilet. And if Harry were allowed to communicate with anyone other than Draco then he would definitely be lodging an official complaint right about now.
This fic is so sweet and slow (despite being only 16K, idk how she does it!). I love the development of their relationship, and being forced into close quarters is especially w o n d e r f u l.

Little Talks by femmequixotic and noeon / @femmequixotic and @noeeon (11.5K)- Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.
AAAH THE SEX. Also the adorableness! And the whatthefuckishappening a real DATE??? But THE SEX! And the fluff! Sorry I’m incoherent, just READ IT!

Something More by thusspakekate (9K)- After a night of heavy drinking, Harry Potter has a love bite the size of Wales on his neck and an unsigned note from the man who gave it to him in his pocket. The only problem? He can’t quite remember who he brought home with him the night before. And what’s got Draco Malfoy in such a strop?
OMG pining in this one like crazy. It’s obvious why from the summary, right?? Yeah? Just….you’re already feeling the angst, I know it, just read it and let it be resolved <3

One Big Misunderstanding by agentmoppet / @agentmoppet (7K)- Draco will be the first to admit that his choices aren’t particularly clever, especially when they involve Potter, but this has to be the worst one yet.
OH, DRACO. Poor baby sends Harry and Blaise off on a date together and then becomes a jealous wreck and it’s beautiful.

You Send Me (Honest You Do) by firethesound (37K)- As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
This is a GREAT use of the deaging trope (without being at all creepy btw, so don’t worry!), and Harry has tattoooooos!! Also more pining pining pining <3 And great writing as always from this amazing author.

Tales from the Special Branch Series by femmequixotic (304K so far)- When Gavin Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law.
Are you tired of me reccing this series yet? TOO BAD I’LL NEVER STOP MUAHAHA. This list just wouldn’t be complete without it! Who could ever tire of Draco fucking Harry, his senior officer???? NOT ME!!

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (150K)- Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
Another fic I’ve recced over and over because IT’S THE QUINTESSENTIAL BEST EVER CLASSIC AUROR PARTNER FIC IN MY OPINION so it literally cannot be missing from this list.

It’s the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by lumosed_quill (14K)- Draco and Harry are new Auror partners. It’s a bit dull. Until they finally see some spell action and things get a lot more interesting (in Draco’s pants).
Basically adrenalin rushes from cases make Harry and Draco crave sex and it’s amazing 

One Harry Potter Please (If Possible, Seduced and Ready) by faithwood (62K)- All Draco wants is Harry Potter’s friendship, just to make his new Auror job more bearable. However, after Harry stubbornly pays more attention to his secret admirer, Draco is forced to resort to drastic measures.
So nearly all long-term-auror-partner fics have flangst because how could they not?? But this one stands out to me as being the FLANGSTIEST (this is a word now) EVER. Like an adorable idiot, Draco impersonates Harry’s secret admirer.

The Kaleidoscope Charm, or 50 Shades of Rainbow Magic by Omi_Ohmy (27K)- Getting Draco Malfoy as a boss was not the worst thing that happened to Harry; getting a crush on him was.
Auror!Harry is assigned to work with Draco (of the Curse and Lock Breaking Dept). Also he owns a giant angel statue that looks just like him. ;D

Like Diamonds We Are Cut With Our Own Dust by raitala (11K)- Draco has borne the mark of the Dark Lord for over ten years. It is familiar to him, but he pays the price for it every day, and Harry has noticed.
This fic is just so cool. It’s based on “that picture” by alekina, which I coincidentally reblogged just yesterday and is amazing and HARRY REMOVES DRACO’S DARK MARK YEP

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (19K)- Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived.

Muse (Bill Denbrough/Reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

(A/N: I don’t wanna spoil the request so I’ll list it at the end. Sorry this is short. Also I hope you all appreciate the strength it takes for me to not use the “Old people bother me” gif whenever Bill is involved. Anywayz i hope i did oaky, anon. Not okay but oaky.)

Summary: Reader visit’s Bill’s house on a rainy day and looks through his sketchbook.

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me-a-hopeless-romantic  asked:

Can you write the Connor x Internet friend! Reader as a fanfic. I would love it if you did.

Message Me || Connor Murphy x Reader (PART 1 OF 5)

requested : yep
prompt: n/a
pairing : connor murphy x reader
warnings : suicide plan mention
additional notes : reader is female, based off of a Connor X Internet friend reader headcanon by @watch-the-whole-world-disappear, they meet on tumblr, connor runs an Edgy™ Aesthetic Blog, WHICH I RUN BTW, NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING ON IT YET BUT YEAH FOLLOW ME AT @connor-fvckng-mvrphy lmao it’s a Connor roleplay blog

Bored. Bored. Bored.

Bored is such a boring word. In this moment, you’ve never heard a word that describes you so much.

You scroll listlessly through your tumblr, liking random images and quotes from this one aesthetic blog that you follow. Your eyes wander, not that you’re finding anything interesting, until you come across an interesting poem.   


I have to get this
off my chest before
I straighten every crooked object
offensive clutter distraction
nervous as fuck
I’ll pull out every hair
or tear my fingers off
If I don’t figure out how to look
in your eyes
without screaming

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t remember anything before you
I can’t imagine anything without you
I want to live the rest of my life with you

But only if you think I’m cool
We should just kill ourselves

‘Interesting,‘ You think, 'Edgy, but very interesting.’

This guy (girl? other?) seems interesting. Relatable. You click on their name, intrigued.

At one click, you fall in love with the account. You follow on first sight.

According to his bio, his name is Connor and he’s seventeen. His posts consist of black-and-white photos of chipped nail-polish, of pale wrists with even paler scars zigzagged across the stick-thin appendage. Quotes by Poe, little poems like the first one you read. 

He’s tortured, you know. But you can’t bring yourself to message him, like the little stalker you are.

Hours of pouring over his account turn into days, days into weeks, until finally you have been an avid fan of his for a month. 

And then it all comes crashing down.

One day, you refresh your page, bored, and there’s a new post from him. Literally must have been posted not even a minute ago. 


this is not going to be a great week
or year or life
or anything inbetween
i thought for a millisecond
that i had found a friend
a kindred spirit
but you fucking tore it up

fuck you, E.H.
your friend too
go ahead and laugh
laugh all you want
but will you be laughing when the school shooter is dead?


You’re worried.

This poem…was not like the others.

This was angry. This was raw. This was…this was real.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flick down to the tags.

#suicide plan #goodbye

Shit. Your eyes widen and you click on your inbox, typing in a message frantically

hi I know you don’t know me but I just saw the tags on your newest poem and im freaking out
please please don’t kill yourself
I’m sorry it’s just your poems are really relatable and help me a lot and i feel like I’ve gotten to know you through them and oh my god you probably think I’m so creepy I’m so sorry

You wait, terrified, for a response.

One minute.

Two minutes.




There is no answer, and you bury your head in your pillow and try not to cry. You can’t help it, your shoulders shake with wracking sobs. You probably failed at saving this guy, you failed so bad. You suck, oh god, you suck.

After another five minutes of sobbing, you hear a loud ding from your phone, and you blearily stare at the screen through unshed tears.

im flattered
I didn’t realise that somebody actually read my poems or my tags or cared or…

You gasp in relief, fingers tap-tap-tapping out a reply. 

OH thank god I thought that you had…
Are you okay??
thats a stupid question omg I'm sorry

im fine
actually…i feel much better.
thanks for, you know.

I’m [y/n] btw


i know
thats creepy oh my god;sorry

it’s fine ig I mean it is in my bio so??? its chill


so this might sound weird but ????
you’re…pretty cool.
i just looked over your account and wanted to know
well you know
want to talk more???

wow im??? Really???

yeah i mean you helped me there,,,like a lot,,,

id love to !!!!

You talked almost every day. When you got down to it…he was a sweetheart. He was kind. He got you.

do you think, like…
well ever get to meet each other??
imean you’re a really great friend now and???
id like to meet you.

i wish
but we live like eight hours away from each other…

ill drive to you!

calm down, connor…lmao
we don’t want you burning out on the way

:( I don’t even know what you look like…

i don’t know what you look like either! XD

shit well
if I send you a picture of me
will you do the same?

sure ig

me.jpg my sister took the photo so,,,


id prefer handsome but I’ll take it
your turn, missy.

hnnghhh okay


holy shit



no no no I am definitely not wtf you need your eyes checked?

no way you’re fucking adorable
i think /I’m/ in love you cute lil motherfucker

we should swap phone numbers

and skype??

fuck yeah

oKay !!! im [skype/name] and my number is [number]

my Skype is the same as my tumblr and my phone number is XXXX XXXXXX

saved and I just texted you too :)

'hi Connor!!!!’ with a bunch of happy emojis?
dude you’re just,,,
thats really fucking cute

wh y???? do you keep calling me cute I’m???

because, as it turns out, i have a really cute best friend

best friend??
awww connor!!!

yeah yeah
you’re literally all I have, [y/n]

you’re my best friend too!!
i really wish i could meet you…

me too…hold on a sec

connor??? you okay???

my sister just walked in and was being a dick, being nosy about who I’m talking to and not believing that it was a friend. She thinks I’m talking to my dealer.
i fucking hate her sometimes

do you?

but she thinks I do. It’s easier to let her.

*internet hug*

Fuck…that’s cute.

 As time went on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Connor. His photos could always make you smile, and nothing brightened up a shitty day more than clicking on his Skype name and watching him answer a video call, smiling dopily at the camera.

And also as time went on…you slowly began to realise why.

You were in love with him. 

Fuck, you were in love with a guy eight hours away. A guy that you had never met in real life. What do you do?

…You continue pining for him over a distance, of course.

You watch yourself in the screen, waiting for Connor to pick up the Skype call. Soon enough, he does, and his grinning face fills the screen.

“Hey, [y/n].” He greets sleepily - it’s like, midnight over there - and rests his chin on his hands.

“Heya.” You wave at the camera, grinning sheepishly and a little shyly. The thrill of actually seeing him rather than just a message still gets you.

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Yep! Any special girl that you had in mind?” You ask, a hopeful smile plastered on your face.

“No, well…actually…” He furrows his brow, and your heart drops.

“Is she pretty?” You ask, concealing your jealousy. You could be there for him.

“She’s cute. Like, really fucking cute.” Connor says, watching you carefully.

Truth be told, Connor felt the same way. He was absolutely crazy about you, but he didn’t want to ruin this adorably heartwarming friendship you had.

To wake up and have no more *internet hug* messages or cute little reminders…it’d ruin his life. You were absolutely the only thing keeping him going.

You talked for ages, until it was about 2:30 on his end. Before long, he was getting tired. 

“I should go soon.” He says drowsily. 

“Mmmm.” You don’t want him to go. “Night, Con.”

“G'night.” He yawns. “Love you.”

You freeze. He freezes and hurriedly leaves the video chat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Connor slams his head on his desk, pissed off. “I fucked up. I fucked up.” He mumbles.

A small chime comes from his computer and he bites his lip, glancing reluctantly at the screen.

i love you too!!!!

anonymous asked:

I don't wanna call it too soon but this is the CUTEST PHIL LS maybe ever. Can't wait for you to say a little on it (especially re his many verbal eyerolls at chat, and the cat paintings...)

ughhhh yes there were definitely so, so many cute little anecdotes and jokes, and a lot of interesting tidbits that i took note of while watching: 

  • he opens the show by saying that he “welcomes” people calling him dad and appreciates all the father’s day messages. amazing
  • he bought his own dad a tasting selection of jams and marmalades which immediately made me irate bc it sounds like the perf gift for my father except i would never think of it bc i’m not as creative as phil ugh. phil probs buys everyone the best presents and i’m envious of people who are good at that
  • i loled at the fact that some vintage family drama sent like nine of phil’s great uncles to australia why is that so funny. also hearing re-confirmation of just how huge phil’s family is was kind of refreshing
  • the whole centipede anecdote killed me omg jst the image of phil freaking out and calling dan into the room (whether it was in his bedroom or somewhere else, i don’t rly feel like weighing in on that debate) and then dan obviously proceeding to freak out even more than phil (which we can very vividly picture based on his reactions in the piece of art that is phil lester vs. praying mantis.) it was just such a cute story lmao, i loved the way that phil called the bug a creepy crawly and said, ‘dan’s not a fan of those creepy crawlies either’ ughghghghhh. and i love that phil is definitely forever and always going to be the designated bug-catcher in their house even though he’s scared of bugs too, jst bc dan is always too busy having an actual breakdown any time he sees an insect
  • the random interjection of him screaming ‘bear’ from the bear kayak video made me lol
  • when he’s talking about bryony’s cat paintings and says he and dan are the only ppl who like them, i like that they pretty much always share tastes in everything, be less conjoined pls 
  • him narrating his thought process when he bought the fairy light twigs: ‘what i need in my life is some light-up sticks’
  • his plan to change up the dresser trinkets for every video is interesting and referring to the setup as a ‘tableau’ lmao–as i’ve said multiple times i don’t believe this room is his primary living quarters so i def took this idea to change up the background every time he films as further confirmation that this room is basically a set 
  • martyn has been in a ‘plane incident’ at one point in his life, didn’t know that
  • the way he talked about louise’s baby was so cuteeeee, his huge grin, the way he immediately went into a higher pitched voice, cheeky suggesting ‘phil’ as a name and then saying philippa could be a boy’s name but getting a bit nervous to make the general point about not needing to gender names and just saying ‘i mean’ a lot and giggling. then his feigned indignation when someone suggested ‘daniel’ lol he’s cute
  • learning dil was pregnant made him want to ‘rip his face off’ ok calm down mate
  • the fidget spinner omg: the way that he needed to make clear that it was no ‘2 pound friend present’ lmao i read this as him jokingly being a bit salty that dan didn’t appreciate all of the time and effort and ‘good money’ he put into this loving and thoughtful gift ahhaha. it was jst such a comfortable and warm little comment i loved it. and i love that he thinks it’s beautiful bc of the colors and i was lit dying at the whole story of him lying on the floor and trying to show off to dan that he could balance it on his nose and then utterly failing. adds more context to the way that dan was so fond last week when he talked about phil injuring himself with it
  • he doesn’t like killing animals, and always finds a way to trap them and throw them outside 
  • when someone asks him to give them a nickname and he comes up with, ‘ma more like mars expedition’.. wtf he’s adorable
  • kath could ‘open a brownie farm’ PHIL PLS 
  • ‘stop calling me dad though bc it’s inappropriate,’ he says with a barely concealed smile as he complies with everyone’s wishes to clean them. why does he love being called dad i need to lie down 
  • traditional lester thing is to get fish and chips when they’re all together
  • his sheer excitement about wonder woman was amazing omg. ‘she kicks so much butt but she has a personality and more movies should be made with a woman as the main character like that’ yAS phil 
  • thoughts on chris pine: he originally jst says he’s ‘funny’ but then when someone in the chat says ‘chris pine is fricking hot,’ he basically agrees and adds that he is ‘distracting’ and ‘radiating out of his face … what is that face? how do you achieve such a face?’ fucking amazing.
  • he always finds coins that are from 1997 lmao only he would notice that and think it’s some secret conspiracy by the universe jst to fuck with him
  • this week’s beauty tips:
    • change your face wash every 3-4 months because your face gets used to it. also you might want your face to smell like something different (his face currently smells of tree sap)
    • don’t spray hair spray directly into your mouth bc it tastes really bad and probably isn’t good for your health
    • drink lots of water (again)
    • put tea bags on your eyes and the caffeine will make you feel more energized and also you’ll look beautiful with teabags on your eyes
  • i’m certain that phil giggling, ‘but they’ve seen it from space and it’s a globe!’ single-handedly debunked the flat earth conspiracy
  • he goes ‘poot’ when he sprays febreze,,,, jesus christ. also of course he had a vanilla cupcake scented air freshener once,,,, have i mentioned that i am so fucking in love with phil jesUS 
  • his spon of dan’s vid was interesting to me, he kind of seemed to think of it at the very last moment even after he’d said goodbye to a bunch of people, and focused more on sponning it than sponning his own vid or anything from the gaming channel. he said it was ‘very funny’ which i’ll admit only added to my confusion about the objective or intention of dan’s video bc it didn’t strike me as trying to be comedic in any way. i wonder if phil genuinely found it funny and what he liked about it hahah, i honestly would pay for him to give it an honest review
  • his lil meows at the end before he clicked out were v pure i adore him

ya i love phil, ik it’s breaking news to yall but i really, really do. his live shows are always exactly what i need and he makes me so happy 

(phil live show: giant centipede attack - 6.18.17)

Love Inversion Theory V

Originally posted by dayaholics

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Most of Tom’s life has been spent in comfort. He made it a habit to surround himself with good, kind hearted people. Of course there will be those who are mean or cruel as not all people are good. Tom knew that. He made mental notes to keep away from certain types of people, and not just for his own sake; the actions he takes will almost surely impact his family. Tom took a silent vow to stay out of trouble and not even risk going on dates out of the small fear his ladder to success would collapse under his feet.

But then he met you; a sparkling star of gold and white flame with a heart of diamond. You had gentle eyes and one sided smile, and thus Tom knew that you were the one he should risk it all for. At the time you were both on the brink of stardom, working hard and putting all efforts into the passions which have consumed your hearts.

You were both barely nineteen at the time. You sat at a committee made up of your mom, a few representatives from your publishing firm, and a handful of screenwriters and producers who insisted your book series would make an outstanding film saga. In the end you decided not to let the deal go through, and you declared your reasons before sliding the contract across the table with an apologetic smile. Something in your gut told you that it just wasn’t time for your characters to appear on a big screen.

In a wild attempt to change your mind, one of the producers set down a file with headshots of possible actors who could do your characters justice. One man, or boy, rather, since he had to have been around your age, caught your eye. He certainly fit the picture for how you imagined your main lead, with hair the color of whisky and eyes to match. The name ‘Tom Holland’ didn’t ring a bell, in brute honesty. You constantly say that if you had then known the degree of Tom’s acting talent, then you might have signed the contract. You might have wanted him to come in for chemistry tests and auditions and whatever else it is those actors do to get roles.

The following days were spent doing ‘research’ on him, namely looking at pictures of him on Pinterest and watching everything he was in that you could get your hands on. The rushing river of celebrity crushes had swept your legs from under you, carrying you down the rapids.

His name came up during dinner with your editor, who so happened to know a guy who happened to know Tom Holland’s agent. Strings were pulled and you were invited to a brunch; it turns out Tom Holland’s brother, Harry, greatly enjoyed your stories.

Three weeks later and you’re on the third date with Tom, exploring London and dodging his questions on your upcoming novel. “No spoilers,” had become your teasing motto paired with a wink that wrenched Tom’s heart into lovelorn pieces.

Three years later and you are trending on tumblr almost all the time.

Three years later and you’re the other half of the hottest power couple.

[Y/n] [L/n], successful author who rose to their pedestal in their teen years, plus Tom Holland, a quick rising actor mostly known for his role as Peter Parker, equals its own fandom.

You’ve quickly learned that posting a selfie with Tom will surely destroy any social platforms. You’ve also learned that it’s not always fun and games to search your name on the internet; plethoras of weird fanfictions and drawings made you choke with embarrassment. Not all of it is bad-some of them you even enjoy! But there’s always the few ‘smut’ labeled Tom x reader x [Y/n] or Tom x Harison x [Y/n] or even [Y/n] x reader.

You avoid those.

Despite this you adore your fans. They’re genuine and loyal and are quick to defend you when someone calls your writing crap or says that Tom is out of your league. The dedication blows your mind.

So, yeah, to put it simply, you couldn’t be more happy with the life you’ve built for yourself. Tom is always swelled with pride for you. His Instagram stories usually consist of daily videos of him messing with you, zoomed in on your face while you nap, eat, or talk, oblivious that you’re being filmed.

Your Instagram stories usually consist of aesthetically pleasing photos of Tom and yourself, with pretty filters and flower emojis.

The mix of your lives excite the fans; just talking with Harrison (Osterfield) drives Twitter up the wall with “OMG”s and “ASJFKDSG”s.

Every angle of the popularity boggles your brain.

It’s the excitement jittering on your phone screen that induces the deep thought in your mind. Laying on the hotel bed with your drying hair splayed out on the pillows, you read aloud: “Spider-Man: Homecoming? You mean Iron Man Four!”

Tom looks up from his place across the room. He’s limb and limb splayed out among the hotel’s chair, his dark hair still tousled and damp from the shower you both took. Tom narrows his eyes at you. “Excuse me?”

You giggle and push yourself up with your elbows, waving the cellphone in hand. “Twitter is celebrating tomorrow’s premiere by roasting Peter Parker.”

“Ah, yes, you mean me,” Tom says none to modestly.

“From what I’ve seen of Peter Parker, you’re not very much like him,” you point out.

“You’ve seen all of Peter Parker,” Tom purrs in his usual flirting voice. You roll your eyes. “If we’re talking about dick length then you and Peter have more in common then one would think.” Tom found humor in your words. You two giggled and Tom caught himself staring in wonder. Your sparkling personality and genuine beauty isn’t something he can ever get used to. “Ah, you’re being creepy again,” you interrupt his thoughts.

“Darling, I’m never creepy,” Tom argues. “I’m just admiring your beauty.”


“Not bull! True love,” Tom sang.

You toss your phone aside and sit up, teasingly unfolding your crossed legs. “Come admire me closer.”

Tom made a sound like a low whistle and a groan. “[Y/n] you’ll be the death of me,” he said, unbuckling the pants he just recently put on and positioning his hips between your thighs.

You pout up at him. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“It’d be an honor for you to kill me, love.” His words brush between his lips. And then you kiss, feverishly as ever despite having kissed him one thousand times over one million.

The warm embrace you two were tangled in grew hot as if it had streamed out of a volcano. For hours you two talked, laughed, moaned, and touched; until sleep finally reached out to your eyelids and tied them shut with the ribbons that tied up the gift of good dreams.

Tom dreamt of the one thing he’s dreamt about for what has to have been his entire life; soaring through the air and wind rushing through his curls. His blood warm with admiration to everyone who trusted him. His feet touch the pavement and he’s sprinting, sprinting towards you. You’re standing on the rooftop and you’re crying, shivering with sobs. Your bodies jolt against each other, arms wrapped tightly over shoulders.

“Don’t leave me again, Parker!” you managed to say to him.


Tom recognized the name, of course he did. But it wasn’t actually his.

“[Y/n],” he said before he can stop himself. “You’re not hurt!”

“But you are! Jesus, you’re bleeding.” Your fingers touch his face, little stings of pain bursting his nerves.

Tom feels his mouth moving, hears the voices twine together. It doesn’t feel like him speaking. His voice is wrong. Foreign.

It’s American.

And you look the same but different. Your hair is curled and pinned back, soft lipstick coated on your lips, and tear smeared eyeliner smudging underneath your eyes.

“Thanks for ruining my Homecoming night,” you say, punching Tom’s shoulder. Your face is pinched with anxiety and attempted humor, but your eyes sing that you mean your words. You smooth your dress down-it’s soft and falls over your thighs with pristinely seamed edges. “Sit down. Sit still. And tell me about Vulture while I clean you up.”

Tom jolts awake, bolting upright in bed and immediately banging his forehead. He falls back against the pillow, holding a hand over the painful spot and trying not to grumble.

Tom spills to the floor, still feeling the thick fog of sleep over his brain. He’s mildly surprised to find himself on set. A shallow voice reasons he’s still dreaming.

Peter Parker’s bedroom truly was fun to film in-the smallest details mean so much, from the Star Wars figurines in the hidden corners to the clothes scattered on the floor with such ‘teenage’ manner. And of course the squeaky bunk bed Tom recklessly nuked himself on just now.

The ache is subsiding, and Tom realizes that he’s technically now fully lucid in the dream. That means something, doesn’t it?

It takes a minute for him to pluck an important piece of information out of his brain. Something vital, something he forgot, and shouldn’t forget because it would pave out the road beyond him right this moment.

One does not feel pain during a dream. If he felt pain hitting his head just now, and even while talking to the dream version of you, then what does that mean?

The door swings open behind him without much warning. A thin woman with long hair like a waterfall of melted chocolate stands in the doorway with a small sigh and her hands on her hips. She’s older than Tom is and definitely shorter, but something about the way she holds herself seems like a warning not to be disrespectful (not that Tom would consider such rude action).

“Peter, I’ve been calling you for ten minutes. You’re going to be late for school. I don’t want [Y/n] walking around the subway by herself either. Hurry up, use that suit of yours if you have too,” she added, pointing sternly at a folded up stack of blue and red on the dresser.

She left before Tom could stutter a single word out.

He desperately wanted this to be a way too vivid nightmare; him on set and forgetting his lines. After all, this woman is Marisa Tomei, a close colleague of Tom’s. Yet he couldn’t muster her name out, nor could he find the strength to stand on his trembling legs.

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mmkay let it out what's your thoughts on the new doctor who

Originally posted by findreactions

- Okay so right off the bat??? It took me less than five minutes to fall in love with Bill holy SHIT

- Like I could tell from her original preview that I was gonna like her but!!! She’s fantastic!!!!

- 12 playing the electric guitar at any given time is a strong weakness of mine

- The Doctor…has pictures…of Susan and River on his desk…I am…beyond deceased

- Okay like literally every single incarnation of the Doctor fits the aesthetic of ‘eccentric professor who gives no fucks but also ends up teaching very memorable classes’ perfectly but like. I’m so glad Capaldi is the one that gets to FULLFILL that omg.

- “You shouldn’t be in my class you aren’t a student here”

- “I know but I’m like really gay and accidentally made my crush fat because I can’t function properly”

- “Valid points, I need to teach you everything I know.”

- What…is in…that Goddamn vault.

- “Doctor What?” you know that killed him just a little inside

- She got him a freaking carpet for Christmas??? amaze

- Also just the fact that she spent Christmas with him??? You’re not crying I am

- 12: “I’m a cold hearted lone wolf I’m here to do my job I don’t care about anyone no one can crack me-”

- Bill: “Yeah my mom died when I was a baby and I have no pictures of her it makes me very sad”

- 12: *internally screaming, eye twitching, frantically grabbing a camera and sprinting into the TARDIS, shouting* “I aM a CoLd HeArTeD lOnE wOlF i’M hErE tO dO mY jOb I dOnT cArE aBoUt ANYONE-”

- seriously that was so sweet I almost cried???

- LMAO when she said “You’ve apparently been teaching here for 70 years” and he was like “You’re thinking, ‘he doesn’t look old enough’ “ and she said no. HIS FACE 😂

- “One time you were supposed to give a lecture on physics but you started ranting about poetry” “They’re the same thing.”

- Like they did a weird job with the Heather girl??? I ultimately felt bad for her but she was like shady right from the start it was strange

- Like every time Bill was around her I was like “honey reel in your thirst just far enough to realize this situation has me nervous” omfg

- w h a t  i s  i n  t h e  v a u l t

- Am I like…the only person who doesn’t like Nardole? I never have tbh he just feels shoved in there

- Like his whole spiel about wanting to make sure the Doctor’s dealing with River’s death okay at the end of the Christmas special was sweet but like??? He feels out of place and hasn’t properly done anything yet???? Idk it feels like someone inserting an oc into their fanfic re-write of the show but not knowing how the oc can actually effect the plot

- The Doctor has been a college professor for at least 70 years like…is the TARDIS okay? I can’t imagine she enjoys being parked in his office or the ‘out of order’ sign omg

- Yes, yes I am worrying about a sentient machine’s feelings leave me alone

- “I see my face all the time- never liked it, it’s all over the place, having expressions when I’m trying to be enigmatic.” MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

- “Why are you running like a penguin with his ass on fire”

- When she asked the Doctor if he knew about sci-fi. A++

- He was so swept up in figuring it out before he snapped back and was like nEVER MIND SWEET CHILD PLEASE GO AWAY ITS PROBABLY JSUT WATER lmao

- Can we as a society please stop setting creepy moments in fiction in bathrooms??? Like I’m fucking over it

- And honestly??? I’m so PISSED about the thing in the shower drain holy shit after years of having issues with drains because of “it” and I finally start fucking getting over that only for Doctor Who to do this to me??? Why does this show always know my deepest paranoia shit and use it only briefly like WHY

- Anyway,

- Bill’s reaction to the TARDIS was HILARIOUS

- “What happened to the doors though did you run out of money?” LMAO


- I lost it when they ended up in Australia omfg that was good tegan screaming in the distance


- “You’re…the first person to mention that…?” I WAS SCREAMING

- yelling ‘shark attack’ in a restaurant and it actually works? okay

- Why does Capaldi’s Doctor have such a penchant for traveling to the literal end of the universe??? This is the third or fourth time he’s gone there omfg

- Like he’s always like “no one will find us here” but like at this point? End of the universe would be the first place I’d check for him? lol

- 12 looked so proud of himself when he was called ‘silly’!!!! I’m so happy for him it’s a relief he’s out of the emo ‘what kind of man am I’ phase





- on a mildly related note: Nardole running around trying to sonic things and quietly screaming was THE MOST ME THING I’VE EVER SEEN ON TV

- I do shit with that exact attitude all the fucking time you don’t even understand I was looking in a mirror it was hilarious

- So question: Since when is the Dalek’s laser “the hottest fire in the universe”? Is that an already established thing I forgot about or like…did they just want an excuse to show the Daleks? lol

- so Creepy Water Demon Girl was chasing them through time and space solely because she thinks Bill is hot?

- R E L A T A B L E

- When Bill asked the Doctor how he’d feel if someone erased his memories and a slightly warped version of Clara’s theme music started playing??? I stabbed myself that was UNCALLED for I was NOT READY

- When the Doctor was having Internal Struggles™ and he told the pictures of Susan and River to shut up and then the TARDIS started making noises at him and he was clearly getting emotionally ganged up on I was YELLING that was so funny lmao

- Why was he so against travelling??? Why the same school for 70 years??? WHAT’S IN THE VAULT??? Who did he promise????

- The whole ending scene when he was inviting Bill on the TARDIS- idk I just really liked it?

- The lighting behind him from the ship, the mini speech, the music playing in the background??? I really dug it omg


- But no yes I???? Really freaking enjoyed the episode. Like it’s obviously not the best of the series or anything but I think it was a great opener and now I’m even more pumped for the rest of the season I’m so hype I can’t handle it omfg!!!!

Vomit and Burns (Host Club AU Jonghyun) Pt6

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Type: Angst Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You grabbed your bag “kiss him today” Jinhee teased “shut up” you shot at him. “How clueless are you?” he continued as you two made your way out of the home “I don’t assume a man wants to kiss me” you tell him. “Think about it you could marry a super rich man-” your hand shoved his face walking away from him. As you headed down the stairs you were gonna head towards the bus stop your arm was grabbed “did you already forget about me?” Jonghyun teased as you stuttered “what’s wrong?” he asked as you shook your head “come on you said I could give you a ride” he says as he opened the car door. “Y/N!” Jinhee calls as you turn to see your little brother making a kissy face before he winked. You quickly slammed the door shut but remember Jonghyun had to get in on the other side. You slammed your head into the cushion of the seat before the other door opened. 

“What was that about?” he asked as he let out a laugh “my family is convinced that you wanted to kiss me” you tell him “it’s ridiculous right?” you asked him as his cheeks seemed to warm up. “What?” you asked “what if I did?” he asked “hm?” you respond. “I mean I don’t now but I did. You know heat of the moment and what not” he rambled. “It wouldn’t have been good” you say playing with your skirt as he raised a brow. “I’ve never kissed anyone before” you tell him. “That doesn’t mean you’re a bad kisser” he told. “I didn’t say I would be a bad kisser. I just don’t think it would have been special like that” you tell him. “Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asked “I don’t want to believe so” you say as you smiled. “Why’s that?” he asked leaning on his hand. “Your lips are the first thing I see” you tell him embarrassed as he smiled.

“I didn’t know my lips were so tempting to you” he teased as you shook your head “no you just have noticeable lips!” you nearly yell as he chuckled. “Hey Y/N” he says as you looked at him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss onto your lips. He pulled away as he gave you a smile “now I hope they aren’t so tempting” he whispered as he pulled away and leaned back in his seat proudly. 


“You kissed her?” Kibum spoke softly “dude it was so smooth” Jonghyun says proudly “I do feel kinda bad I took her first kiss” he mumbled then as Jinki flicked him. “You have no respect for women” he continued as Jonghyun looked confused “you shouldn’t kiss a girl if you won’t even admit you like” Jinki continued to lecture. “I bet she liked it so what’s the big deal?” Jonghyun asked “it was wrong”  “you’re a host and you should respect a woman” Kibum says as Jonghyun sighs. “What am I supposed to apologize?” he asked “admit you like her instead” Kibum told “I don’t like her-” “then why kiss her?” Jinki asked “I wanted to” Jonghyun says.

“I’ve never even liked a girl before” Jonghyun spoke"you have but you’re too blind to see how you act around her. You went from a childish pervert to boyfriend-like to creepy man" Jinki told him as the bell rang for class. “I don’t like Y/N” Jonghyun says “but you really do” Kibum cooed before giving his friend a wink and looking ahead. Jonghyun crossed his arms and pouted leaning back into his chair before a light smile crossed his lips. Maybe he cared a little, maybe he cared a lot. He didn’t know what he thought honestly but thinking about you made him smile now when only two days ago you were ready to kill one another. He sighed as he leaned forward resting on his hands.


Around lunch time you hid as best as you could. You were embarrassed, Jonghyun’s boldness was destroying you on the inside. You ate slowly as you were just thinking about it. Jonghyun’s lips were so soft and welcoming but you couldn’t believe he would just kiss you. “Y/N?” you heard as Kibum’s voice “you’re really hiding in the performance room?” he asked. “Listen I heard what Jonghyun did and all I can think is how much he must like you. He just doesn’t kiss anyone” he spoke as he sat down beside you.

You offered him the other half of your sandwich which he took. “What do you think of Jonghyun?” he asked “he’s a piece of work” you say before you smile. “But yesterday made me feel like he and I could get along someday” you continue as he chuckles. “I could never be with him though. We’re from two different worlds” you say picking at your sandwich. “Jonghyun’s not someone who listens to the rules” Kibum told you.


“Y/N!” Jonghyun called as you freeze his hand soon grabbed your arm. He smiled as he turned you to face him “why did you kiss me?” you responded right away “what?” he asked nervously “why” you asked again. “I don’t know” he says shrugging.“I thought it was smooth” he then says.“Stop acting like this. I’m not one of your girls” you tell him. “You’re playing with me like you do with the girls at the club” he seemed confused by your words.

“I know you’re not. I just don’t kiss girls for no reason” he says “but you can’t like me and you shouldn’t” you tell him. “Why couldn’t I like you?” he asked “because I was someone who puked on you, I kicked you, I-I live a completely different life than yours” “shut up” he says “maybe I like you because you’re not like every other girl I’ve grown up with" he spoke softly. “I’m not even sure if I actually like you” he told you honestly. “But it feels right being around you” Jonghyun whispered as he cupped your face. He pulled you in giving you a rather passionate kiss, you weren’t sure how to react but your mouth seemed to know what to do. A click filled your ears as Jonghyun pulled back “omg” a female voice spoke. “Yumi let’s think about this” Jonghyun says. “The help really?” she asked him as Jonghyun glanced over at you. You stepped forwards to the girl and grabbed her phone. “What are you doing?” she yelled as you quickly hit the little trashcan deleting the picture. “Respect my privacy and I wouldn’t have to invade yours” you tell her. You smiled passing her the phone back. She stomped her foot as Jonghyun stared at you in shock.

As she left Jonghyun pulled on your arm “that is the greatest thing I’ve seen you do” he says as he wraps his arm around your neck. “You are fabulous you know” he compliments as you two began walking off. “You aren’t embarrassed to be seen with me like this but lips” “ah sh. I thought it was private area” he says pinching your cheek. “How about you come see my home” he says as he got a message from his driver saying he was here.


(mostly about the first zone, and some early things you see once you get the explore the whole world) (spoilers, probably, read it only if you have completed at least the first zone (part 1) AND you fixed your tablet (part 2))

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I’ve talked about this somewhere else before but can’t help bringing it up again.

So…I’m Chinese but I didn’t know any local musical theater fan community until I started uploading musical related stuff to a Chinese website recently. And the most precious thing in Chinese musical theater fandom turns out to be the really hilarious nicknames they give to actors and characters. Crack me up every time without fail. Here’s a list of everything I’ve seen so far. Will add more when I find new ones.

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A.D. Revealed: My Thoughts On The PLL Finale

Originally posted by pllrose


No more secrets, no more lies, no more creepy texts. Pretty Little Liars is officially over. I thought the finale was for from perfect, but they were a bunch of parts that I did enjoy. Here are my thoughts on the PLL series finale. 

The Beginning

What was this?! Lucas randomly tap dancing and Jenna riding a horse?! It was so weird. I just didn’t get the relavance of it.

The intro

Sad times seeing it for the last time. But I loved that the coffin was open this time and they all did the ‘shh’! 

1 year time-jump

What was the point of this time jump? So when the game ended the girls just went on with their lives not knowing who tortured them? 

Emison babies

Okay so Emily’s the mother of these babies right? Then why are they blond and white? Also, twins. How many twins does this show need? 

Rosewood High

Ali was discussing Ezra’s book in class, omg. I thought that was a bit weird. Also why are we waisting time on this new clique Addison has created. They should be giving us some answers. On a side note, Jenna is a teacher, wow. Do have to give her some points for that remark she gave Addison about smelling a bitch, that was a good one!

The Lost Woods Resort

What’s up with this show making creepy places into nice hotels? Anyway, this was so boring. Just waisted time. Although when ‘A.D.’ turned around and you saw Melissa, I knew that was a mask. No way they would reveal it so early in the episode and in this way. When the mask was taken off and it revealed Mona I just knew something was up. I thought that she might be working with A.D. or something. Why she was exactly doing it is still not very clear to me. Did she just want to know who it was to help the girls? If you know please share it with me. What I did like about this part was seeing everyone together at the table and around the campfire!

Spencer visits Mary

I thought this was fishy. Spencer just mentioned she and her mom were getting along really good, why would she be visiting Mary in jail? Or maybe it wasn’t Spencer that you just saw?! (wink, wink)

Rehearsal Dinner from Ezra & Aria

First, why are the girls STILL treating Mona like crap? Honestly, I felt so bad for her. Secondly, THE MOMS! This was one the best parts of the finale to be honest. They were so drunk. What I really hated was that they didn’t say how they got out of the basement. That was a let down. I did love how drunk they were at the end that Spencer had to drive them home. (also Ella calling shotgun was hillarious)

Mona Knocking Spencer Out

THIS WAS ICONIC! She slapped her so hard. Also how she said: “deja vu, bitch!” I loved that! It was exactly how Mona slapped Spencer when she figured she was A back in season 2. Janel Parrish is one of the best actresses in this show!

A.D. is revealed

The moment we were all waiting for. I love how they revealed A.D. Once it ‘looked’ like Spencer was looking in a mirror, I just knew that it wasn’t a mirror and she really does have a twin. It was so good! So Spencer has a twin, Alex Drake, and she’s A.D. Although I wasn’t shocked, because I just saw it coming. But it was a very good reveal!

The Backstory of A.D.

Once I heard that British accent, I knew that she had to be connected to Wren somehow. Then we find out that Wren just randomly meets her in a bar? Then Wren makes sure Cece/Charlotte meets Spencer’s twin, Alex Drake. They have a very strong bond together and Charlotte tells Alex that Spencer is a toxic person. So when Charlotte was killed, Alex needed to know who did it. She wanted to avenge Charlotte’s dead which is why she created the game. To figure out who did it (I have no idea what the puzzle pieces and the picture had to do with all of this). But when the game ended Alex wanted Spencer’s life, she wanted everything she had, including her friends and Toby. I honestly thought this was such a cliché. Like they couldn’t have thought of a better reason? 

We also see all the times Alex was pretending to be Spencer, including the infamous airport scene. Alex was also the one who kissed Toby and hooked up with him twice. This is where I start getting confused. Toby has been with Spencer for so many years and he didn’t realise it wasn’t Spencer?! How did the liars who have known each other for so long not realise it wasn’t their bff?! 

What was the point of impregnating Alison with Emily’s eggs? What did Alex gain from that? Also, Wren’s the dad? Was he aware of this? Was he working with Alex? Did he give his sperm to Alex even when he didn’t want to? I have so many questions.

Wren shoots A.D.

We all saw Wren with a gun in the promo. I felt let down by this, I really thought he was going to kill someone. Turns out Alex really wanted to be Spencer so she made Wren shoot her in the same spot Spencer was shot, so they’d look exactly alike. How crazy is that?

Not as crazy as what we found out next. Wren is dead. Alex killed him and turned his ashes into….. A DIAMOND. Wren is now a diamond. I have no words #WrenDeservedBetter

Mary and Spencer have lunch

Mary shares some information with Spencer while eating lunch together. Of course Spencer is still locked up, but that’s not the point. 

So we learn that Mary SOLD Alex when she was born. Alex was adopted by a wealthy British family, but after a few years she was put into a orphanage.

How is it possible that Mary never told Spencer that she has a twin sister. Even if Mary didn’t know where she was or even alive, that’s something you should mention. 

Ezra is missing?!

So the girls were being all dramatic thinking Ezra doesn’t want to marry Aria anymore. Come on y’all. After everything you have been trough, you really don’t think something else happened? Seriously Ezra saying he is not coming to his own wedding trough text is not believable. He has a masters in American Literature. He probably would have written Aria a letter on that typewriter of his.

So then we see Ezra is locked up in, what he called it, a DIY dungeon. So where Alex is keeping Spencer as well. I liked the DIY dungeon line, it was better that the fact that he can handle a dead body in a trunk because he has a Masters degree in American Literature. #OhEzra

The Horse and Jenna

So after an hour of practically no sensation, besides the A.D. reveal, and 5 minutes of actual answers. Alex goes to the stables. Why? No idea. But the horse she is with is the same horse from the beginning of the episode. The horse seemed comfortable around Spencer. So when Alex walks put to it, the horse goes crazy. Toby sees it and looks confused, just like me this entire finale.

Then Jenna walks to what she thinks is Spencer. Suddenly Jenna asks ‘Spencer’ if she is wearing a new perfume, she replies by saying she smells like horses, because of the stables. But Jenna doesn’t buy it and calls Toby to tell him that Spencer isn’t Spencer. 

So…….. Jenna (of all people) and a HORSE figure out that Spencer isn’t Spencer before her long-time (ex) boyfriend, her parents and HER BEST FRIENDS?! What is this ridiculousness?

The Liars Figure It Out

So while the liars are still trying to figure out what happend to Ezra (really?), Toby comes in. He hands Aria the book that Spencer gave him before he left Rosewood with Yvonne and he says: “Look, there are no notes in this book. Spencer always made notes in this.” Everyone looks confused, including me. He then adds that it was weird that Spencer kissed him when he left as well. Toby then immediately comes to the conclusion that Spencer must have a twin. The liars come to the same conclusion and they go to save Spencer.

So you’re telling me that they figured out that Spencer has a twin and that she is A.D. in like 1 minute. They didn’t even know their dead friend was alive for like 2/3 years. What is this mess?

Toby To The Rescue

So then the Liars, Caleb, Toby and Mona find Spencer, Alex and Ezra. So of course, the classic who is who? For Toby to figure out who really is Spencer he asked a question about her favorite poem in the book she gave him. Although the real Spencer didn’t even know that he had that book, because it was Alex who gave it to Toby, Spencer knew the answer. 

Then Mona called the cops (obviously) and Alex was arrested. 

I just felt it was so rushed, everything was so last-minute.

Ezria Wedding

When that phone went off, I was like, no please not a text message from B please. Turns out it was just I. Marlene King, the creator of the show. I did like that cameo.

Final Scene with the Liars

I loved this. It was perfect. Hanna is happily married to Caleb and they are expecting a baby! Spencer and Toby are FINALLY together again #bless. Emily and Ali are getting married. And Aria well, she is happy I guess. #NoEzriaForMe. 

Ali’s line was so emotional. I was feeling all the feels.

Queen Mona is the winner of the game, this episode and the entire show

So we see Mona in Paris selling dolls?! Genius! Then her boyfriend (I assumed after that kiss) walks in and I realized that he looked a lot like the cop that arrested Alex and Mary. She then walks in a corridor which gave me major Dollhouse vibes and I wasn’t far off. Because Mona is keeping Mary and Alex as her own dolls! She beat A.D. in the most Mona way possible and I’m so here for it! 

The Last Scene

As soon as I heard that thunder I was like: “Oh no, Addison is probably missing.” And yes, she was. It was exactly like the pilot and I was not here for this. They should not have done that.

That was it, y’all. That was the PLL series finale. It was far from perfect, but there were still parts I enjoyed.

In my opinion the whole A.D. reveal would have been better if Alex had been around from the beginning. If they (the writers) made her a part of the night that Ali disappeared and was the one that was controlling Mona and CeCe as A, that she was the mastermind behind everything, I would have loved that and considered that the perfect ending. They had the time to it to be honest. It was a 2 hour finale after all. They just wasted a lot of time on stuff that I wasn’t truly interested in. I wanted to see more of the mystery, because that is what made me love PLL so much. But you can’t please everybody. 

A special shout-out to Troian Bellisario, Janel Parrish and Sasha Pieterse who have been the best actresses in this show. Especially Troian in this finale, she deserves all the awards! 

Last but least I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been involved in this show for an amazing 7 year journey! I will consider this show one of my favorites forever. 

Goodbye Rosewood, it’s been one hell of a ride.



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Sincerely Three Sleepover Headcanons (Part 2: Evan)

A/N: Here is part 2 of this headcanon sleepover thing. I wanted to write something else besides just Jared, even though Memeboi is my favorite. I need variety, you know? Also, requests are open and you can even give me something from a  prompt list that I’ve reblogged or one that you’ve found. Memeboi should be up shortly, but now, here’s treelover.

(P.S. like don’t hate me, but neither I or my friends have social anxiety so like, I’m trying to make it as realistic as possible)


-Evan is hecka nervous for at least the first two hours that you’re over

-He’s not used to a girl that wasn’t his cousin spending the night

-Any time you say something, he nervously laughs and looks at something else

-You, being his best friend forever and ever, notice this and try to clam him down by just trying to engage in conversations with him in a friendly tone

-You had brought a deck of cards and board games because you knew that video games weren’t really his style

-Last time you played games, he got super stressed out and almost started crying because of how fast paced everything was

-So, you settle for games that aren’t so stress-inducing like Candy-Land or a simple game of goldfish

-You decide to order Trader Joe’s for Evan and you to munch on while you play

-Evan is surprisingly really good at playing card games

-He beat you when you were trying really hard

-He, of course, felt bad for beating you

-But you just told him that he’ll just have to make it up to you by letting you cuddle with him while you watch movies

-You decide to watch one of Evan’s favorite movies, then you play one of your favorites

-You take a selfie with him smiling in the background and post it to instagram

-It was captioned “Sleepovers with Evan> Sleepovers with your friends”

-He smiled at the notion even though he thought you hanging out with him couldn’t be as good as hanging out with your other friends

-He saw that all your friends liked it

-Of course Jared leaves a snarky remark

-You immediately reported him for shits and giggles

-You rest your head on Evan’s lap

-”Is this okay?”


-It starts getting late and you start dozing off on his lap

-He bends over to look at your face to see if you’re sleeping

-He tries to not move because what if he wakes you up and then you get mad at him?

-After two minutes, you slowly open your eyes and rub them

-You turn over and look at Evan who is just sitting there looking at you

-”I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

-You blushed slightly at the comment

-You get up and hold out your hand for him to take

-He nervously looks at your hand

-You smile and slowly grab his hand

-You pull him to his room and you cuddle on his bed with him

-”(Y/N) is that what friends do on sleepovers?”

-”No, not really, but you’re really warm and I’m sleepy”

-He chuckles as you lay your head on his arm and begin to drift off again

-Evan makes himself as comfortable as possible and rests his head on yours

-Your hair smells really nice but Evan scolds himself for thinking creepy thoughts

-Pretty soon, he dozes off too

-He wakes up before you and leaves you in the bed without waking you

-He brushes his teeth and gets ready for the day

-You wake up shortly after and check your phone

-Evan posted a pic of you sleeping on his shoulder with it captioned “Sleepovers with (Y/N)> Sleepovers with your friends”

-You liked the picture as your heart fluttered

-Jared commented on Evan’s picture and it said “Get a room, your guys’ gay is just flooding my feed and I can’t have that”

-You saw Jared’s comment and responded with “We’re already in a room, we can post another pic of that as well ;)”

-Evan liked your comment

-The end

-Update: still don’t know how to properly end these things

cordkitty-ish  asked:

dwc: 📚 library sex for Solas and Surana :)

Glimpses: A Quiet Evening Alone


Rating: M

Genre: Romance

Verse: Confessions of a Teacher’s Pet

Pairing: Solas x Surana

Warnings: Teacher x student, age gap

Lonely, emotionally conflicted, and chronically anxious, Eirwen hides away deep in the recesses of her school’s library. But her own thoughts invade her privacy, and she finds herself unable to resist testing the boundaries of her relationship with the professor she’s pining over. 

Eirwen stretched back over the armrest of the old leather chair and yawned deeply. The arms were too high for her to sit on it naturally, so she laid across it lengthwise like a bed. As her back straightened, the pile of books and papers in her lap fell to the floor in a heap. She groaned and sank back into the chair, glaring at her fallen study material as if it had betrayed her.

She’d been reading for hours, trying to get as much information into her brain as possible before her test in two days. It seemed so close, uncomfortably close, and her quiz grades left her feeling unprepared. As a mage and an elf, she was on a short leash at the university, and her athletic scholarship was dependent on her maintaining a 3.7 GPA or above -essentially all As, with only a few very minor mistakes allowed.

As of last semester she had a 3.9, but doing poorly in her Genetics class could put her in serious jeopardy. She was an excellent student, she knew that, but every good grade she had was earned after dealing with anti-mage and anti-elf prejudice from almost every professor she had. 

It had been a long time since she took a break, though. She sat in the depths of the library, tucked away into a corner she was confident few knew about. If she could muster up the motivation she could go get something to eat, but she was too anxious and too tired for that.

With a soft grunt she reached down and pulled her phone from her pile of things on the floor. The little blue light blinked incessantly, and when she woke it up she saw she had a new text. 

[4:14pm] Hahren: I prefer bodyweight work. It requires little space and minimal equipment.

She raised an eyebrow, scrolling up briefly to remember how they got on to this discussion. That naturally made her recall what she’d been thinking about before she buried herself in her work: her philosophy professor’s incredible arms. 

Earlier that day he’d worn a button-down shirt and pulled up the sleeves, revealing his tight, well-muscled forearms. Eirwen couldn’t take her eyes off them, thoroughly distracting her from whatever the lesson was supposed to be. They were already more than just a teacher and student -they messaged each other frequently, spent over an hour in his office most afternoons, and often went out for lunch or coffee together. He even helped her calm down when she was having a panic or anxiety attack. 

Whatever they were, it only made her attraction to him worse.

She shifted in her seat and looked around, a horrible idea worming its way into her head. She really was alone here, and it was so quiet in the library. Maybe she could use a quick distraction, just something to satiate her mind for a couple of minutes before returning to work.

Since realizing her attraction to him, Eirwen had developed a neat and tidy string of content for her horribly inappropriate mind. First there were pictures, mostly men in dress shirts and women in schoolgirl outfits. Stupid, but it helped. She had a folder of pictures on her phone that went from vaguely sexual to fully nude and definitively pornography. This time she only intended to look at the less explicit shots, the ones that could hopefully feed her curiosity without requiring her to take action. 

If only she had pictures of him. That would be creepy, super creepy, but Maker she would love being able to look at him whenever she wanted. He was so handsome, so frustratingly kind and wise and sweet that she found herself longing for him far more often than she should. She could almost picture him right now, walking toward her, finding her in this quiet corner of the library and just kissing her when she least expected it.

Thinking about him like that was so wrong. So inappropriate. No matter how much time they spent together, no matter how many times he complimented her hair or gulped when he saw her in a short skirt or held her gaze for just a second too long, he was still ultimately her teacher.

But he was so handsome. And his arms looked so strong. She imagined him pinning her to her seat, muscles flexing as he looked deep into her eyes. Then he would crash his lips into hers, his free hand moving under her back to hold her close to him. 

She imagined his fingers, soft and strong, sliding up her back to unhook her bra. His lips looked so kissable, so warm and inviting, and feeling them on the bare skin of her neck would surely drive her wild. She’d have to be quiet, even as he slipped his tongue against her neck, his voice low and teasing as he reminded her where they were.

She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head roll back, feeling her nipples harden in her shirt and wetness surge between her legs. Damn her imagination. She couldn’t do this here, not where someone could theoretically walk in on her. 

She covered her warm face and groaned inwardly, her ears drooping in frustration. This was a disaster -she was a disaster. She had to decide whether she wanted to do something or nothing, whether she would let this burn or fade away. No matter what, it couldn’t simmer like this.

So she took a deep breath and made a bad decision.

[7:38pm] Me: Are you busy tonight?

[7:43pm] Hahren: Is something wrong?

She frowned -why did he have to be so sweet all the time?

[7:44pm] Me: Not exactly. I could just use some company and a study break. Have you eaten dinner yet?

[7:45pm] Hahren: No. Why?

[7:46pm] Me: Want to get something quick with me? I can buy it.

It was a long time before he answered her, long enough that she put her phone down and, defeated, went back to her work. She could hardly concentrate though, and only got through two sentences before her phone buzzed again. Naturally, she picked it up so fast she almost dropped her books again.

[8:03pm] Hahren: No need. They don’t pay us so little I cannot afford a meal. Should we meet somewhere?

Her heart almost stopped, and she had to read the message at least three times before she could process it. She didn’t know what she was expecting with that, but it definitely wasn’t this. If she had to bet on this exchange she would have expected a shaky no, something that suggested he wanted to but also knew he couldn’t. 

But this was entirely out of her realm of possibility. She had to answer him; she didn’t think she’d get this far. 

[8:06pm] Me: How close are you to campus? I’m at the library.

[8:08pm] Hahren: Not far. I can pick you up. Do you have a restaurant in mind?

She wracked her brain for an answer that wasn’t embarrassing. Most of the places she ate at were mostly vegetarian, if not entirely, and they were probably pretentious enough for him.

[8:10pm] Me: There’s a place on Piroette that makes incredible veggie burgers. They put eggplant in them. Any interest?

[8:11pm] Hahren: Sure, sounds good. I’ll be outside the library in about twenty minutes. Will you be ready by then?

[8:11pm] Me: Mind if I bring my books?

[8:12pm] Hahren: Hah, what kind of teacher would I be if I did?

Her heart skipped and she sank down in her chair again, eyes wide. This was really happening. She swallowed hard and typed up a quick response, trying to keep herself from panicking.

[8:13pm] Me: A shit one. I’ll see you soon then, hahren.

[8:14pm] Hahren: See you soon, Ms. Surana.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Eirwen put the phone down on top of her backpack and crossed her arms over her lap. This was really happening. It was just a quick dinner, just burgers and fries, but it was still dinner and he was going to pick her up. 

As she shifted to pack her things, she realized with an annoyed frown that her fantasies earlier had made her far more aroused than intended. Fantastic. She was meeting her professor for dinner while absolutely drenched from thoughts of him making out with her. This could only go well. 

if you enjoyed this fic, please hit the reblog button on this post. comments are cool but not necessary -you can leave no tags, a keysmash, or even just ‘nice’ if you’d like! thanks for your support -arden <3

anonymous asked:

i'm dumb. all this time i thought ur user was the odore bunny and i was like wtf is odore???? then it hit me that it's fucking theodore. i'm so fucking embarrassed

Hey! No you’re not lmao, I thought no ones ever going to ask this, it actually is meant to be read like that. It can be read both ways, that’s why I love the name ! Mostly TCC users read it just as Theodore Bunny because of Ted, but you thought it a little differently!

What is Odore though? Well, let me tell you all a story…

Odores are told to be mythical creatures that live deep in dark forests. They appear as kind of like big looking shadow bunnies you know? I don’t know if any of yall have ever read of them, it’s quite interesting ! I found you a picture of old rock art to show you a little how they’re thought to look like:

So, what do Odores do? They do not exist just to look creepy, but they indeed are very scary. I will first add you guys a poem I found of them, and then explain it a little!

Don’t close your eyes,

Inside you stay, 

All the sleeping children,

Will be taken away,

You should have thought,

Oh child so poor,

Before destroying the peace,

Walking out of your door,

The monsters will find you,

You have no time to flee,

The Odores come to you,

Will turn you into a tree,

So, Odores come after children who dare to walk in their forest. Odores will come and take you when you are asleep and turn you into a tree, the child will stay alive forever as a part of their forest. They can speak, but only in whispers, but can’t move. I heard this story from my sister when I was just a little, she was a fan of all horror movies and such, she didn’t care that I was younger than her and it literally scared the shit out of me and I probably didn’t sleep for the next two weeks lmao.

 I actually have run into one once, that’s why I got so interested in them. So, let me tell you another, more personal story!! 

So, this happened around 5 years ago. I was at school and we had PE. I don’t know if you guys living in your warm America have that much skiing on your PE lessons, but well, we had skiing that day. I didn’t like skiing at all, I was very bad at it, always slower than the others and I was always the last one alone in the forest. Well, this time wasn’t any different from the others, but today I was a little faster and I was able to keep up with my teachers, coming some way after them, but better than usually. It was my first time ever skiing in that forest, because we had just recently moved, which made me even more anxious about it.

Well, I tried to follow the teachers the best I could, because I had no clue how to get out of the forest really. But, then all of sudden, the teachers skiied in to the forest, like literally, they just went right off the path and disappeared there. I was weirded out and scared, I started skiing lotta faster to keep up and find the way they went, but with no success. One of the teachers had worn a bright neon pink hat, but that was nowhere either, no matter how far in the forest I laid my eyes, there was no sign of life, there weren’t even any marks on the snow. I started panicking like hell, as you can expect, and then out of sudden, I saw one of those creatures. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared, probably mostly because I started crying and skiing away, but I never forgot what I saw. It was there, I swear.

Anyway, I just started skiing like hell and I shouted that is there anyone there and I was in complete panic because I couldnt find anyone and I saw a fucking cryptid and I didn’t know where to go. After sometime, anyhow, I found back to the path, and got safely back to the others. No one had heard my screams, which was really weird, I never went back to that forest, until last spring.

So, another story about that trip then?? Ok, so last spring I got home from school early and had forgotten to take my key in the morning. My parents or siblings weren’t home, so, I was fucked. I called my dad when he would be coming home, and he said it’s going to take him another hour, so I should find something to do. It was warm, so I decided to go on a walk. It was a BIG mistake. 

I went to the forest, this time, I didn’t stick with the path either. It’s a huge forest even though I live in pretty big neighborhood, as you can expect in Finland. So, I walked there some time, until I stumbled upon this huge unfinished looking tent built of actual, hugeass, pine trees. I took lots of pictures of it, and started observing it, it was all fun and super interesting, until I saw a little path to even a darker forest, guess fucking what; I saw the thing again. All of sudden I started hearing children shouting and crying, even though I was nowhere near any people, there were no one in the forest. 

Those were voices of little children, that I heard there, I, once again,freaked the fuck out, I didn’t know what to do and ran out of the forest as fast as I could. I stopped hearing the screams as soon as I found back to the path, but I never, ever, will step back into that haunted forest. 

This story was complete bullshit from start to finish. So, what I just wrote is not real, I just found it hilarious that you read it wrong, I’m so sorry that I always have to be so extra omg. But yea, don’t feel embarrassed lmaoo. 


This is an “in context” review of SPN 5x13, originally posted on LiveJournal on February 5th, 2010. I’m keeping the text in its original form as much as possible; the only things I’m updating are broken links, broken pictures, and a touch of formatting.

I’ve since seen movies that I hadn’t seen when I originally wrote this. :P

The amount of caps I took, the utter lack of coherency I have, and the minimal amounts of having anything USEFUL to say about this episode rival what I did for 5.04. Only multiply that by 10.



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Kissed in The Haunted Mansion

A/N: My bæ and I are going to Disneyland together this summer and I’m super excited. With that in mind, I decided to write a phanfic about Disneyland. Enjoy! Also, please please send me more requests. Thank you!

Word Count: 1073

“Phil! Hurry up!” Dan whined jumping up and down.

Dan and Phil were in the US for VidCon. They came three days earlier and decided that they wanted to spend one of those days going to Disneyland. 

“Alright, love. I’m coming.” Phil chuckled.

They took a taxi and before Dan could finish 4 Muse songs they were at the park entrance. They bought park hoppers so that they could go to both Disneyland Park and California Adventure. 

“Oh my god, Phil! I’m so excited!” Dan yelled as they entered the park. 

They ran and saw Main Street filled with hundreds of people. Phil looked at Dan who had a huge smile on his face. His dimples dug deep into his cheeks and Phil so badly wanted to kiss him. Dan took Phil hands into his and swung them. Phil pulled away abruptly after a second.

“Dan, we can’t hold hands. We can’t risk being seen by a phan, remember?”

“Right. Sorry, I forgot.” Dan said with a little disappointment for a second than again realized just how excited he was to be back in Disney.

They first headed for Tomorrowland. Dan wanted to start with his favourite, Space Mountain. 

“Phil! The queue is only 40 minutes. Let’s go.” Phil happily followed.

They spent the next couple of hours riding the Tomorrowland rides and checking out the shops.

“Hey Dan.” Dan turned around surprised to see Phil holding up a lightsaber. “I am your father.” Phil impersonated in a deep voice.

Dan grabbed a lightsaber, “Battle!” He yelled and they started fighting. They went to go get popcorn after their browsing. After they fully explored Tomorrowland they skipped along to Fantasyland. 

“Peter Pan’s Flight! C’mon, Phil. I wanna go see my childhood boyfriend.” Dan smirked.

“If you’re trying to make me jealous with a 12 year old cartoon boy, it’s not going to work, Dan.”

“Petah! Oh, Petah!” He mocked while they walked into the queue.

“They’re children on the premises, Dan. Clean your dirty mind.”

They continued through Fantasyland until the reached The Haunted Mansion. 

“We’re going on this one, Phil.”

“No, Dan.”

“Yes. You chickened out last time and promised you’d go the next time we came. It’s not even that scary. ”

“Dan.” Phil whined. “Don’t make me.”

“Phil, I really want to go on this ride, but,” Dan paused. “I love you and don’t want to force you to do anything. If you don’t want to we don’t have to.” He knew the guilty trick always worked on Phil.

Phil sighed. “Fine.”

Dan then pushed Phil towards the queue. They waited out the 30 minute time before they were in a small room with about 45 other people. The ghost speaker came on behind them making Phil jump.

“Is the room getting taller?” The creepy voice asked.

Phil eyes filled with fear as the ceiling moved up revealing the creepy portraits. Suddenly, there was lighting, a loud crash, and a scream. Phil screamed along with it. Dan took this moment in the dark to intertwine their fingers together. The lights came shooting back on a moment later and he slowly brought his hand back up by his waist. The crowd was then guided into the hallway where you entered your doom buggy. 

The two were brought in their vehicle through a maze of creepy hallways and dark shadows. Phil was slightly shaking. Dan took the chance of privacy to wrapped his arm around Phil’s waist which calmed him a lot. Phil took Dan’s hand in his and then rested his head on Dan’s shoulder. They then came to the giant Dining room with the hundreds of ghosts. They appeared suddenly making Phil slightly jump.

“What? What kind of technology is this?” Phil questioned as he looked at him.

Dan was staring at him with hearteyes. Phil caught notice of this a smiled at Dan placing his forehead on the one of the younger man’s. Dan then caressed Phil’s cheek and ever so gently placed his lips on Phil’s pair. Phil pulled Dan in closer by the waist as they started moving their lips. They soon parted and when Phil averted his attention by to the attraction he jumped again at the fact he was seeing a woman hold an axe next to a husband with his head chopped off.

The ride ended soon enough and they both hopped out of the buggy. Phil still a little shaken up walked into the gift shop pleased that it was over.

“See, Phil. It wasn’t that bad.”

“The only reason I enjoyed it was because I got a kiss from you that’s all.”

They spent the next 3 hours in the Disneyland park exploring Adventureland and Frontierland and then ToonTown. They decided that it was time to head to California Adventure.

Dan immediately ran over to the Oswald shop as soon as they entered and put on one of the hats. The next few hours were spent going on the easy rides until they approached The Hollywood Tower of Terror. Phil gave Dan the deaf stare as he smirked.

“Alright, alright. I won’t make you go on another scary ride.” He smiled almost pecking him on the cheek, but then realizing they were in public. 

They walked to discover more of Cars Land and Bug’s Land until they ran into a “phan.” 

“OMG! Are you guys Dan and Phil?” Spoke the boy who looked about 15.

“Yes we are.” Phil said with a big grin.

“Can I please get a picture?” The boy squeaked.

“Of course.” Dan chuckled.

The couple then ran off to explore Paradise Pier and after a few boardwalk games it was time for their show, World of Colour. Being the awkward risk takers they are they sat in the splash zone. The show was about 20-30 minutes and Phil was awestruck.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it, Dan?”

“Well, I was hoping to get splashed more.” Phil laughed.

“Can we do this again? I love spending this time with you. It makes me more happy than anything.” Dan looked at his boyfriend.

He stared at his slightly opened mouth and bright blue eyes. They matched the blue colours that were shooting from the waters in front of them. Dan then leaned in to place a short sweet kiss on Phil’s cheek. Phil looked at Dan as if to remind him they were in public.

“I don’t care.” He said ever so gently.     

One of the Most Popular YuGiOh Ships Ever - A Defense for Puzzleshipping (YamixYuugi -> YuGiOh!)

*Laughs* I don’t even fucking ship this! Might as well defend it!

Let’s do this!

Yugi often looks like a helpless damsel or whore for Yami in fanfic/fanart
This is a valid complaint. I don’t read fan fiction of this pairing, but I have looked at some fan art. Most of the time, Yuugi is either a helpless damsel or a whore. I’m thankful that the pictures I save on my computer as references have him in character, or make him look like a cutie pie.
I’m not going to object to this point. It’s annoying to see Yuugi act like a whore (since that’s weird in every way, shape, and form), or a helpless damsel; in the show, he kicks some major ass. Albeit not physically, but you get the point. He’s a cute little badass, is what I’m trying to say here.

there’s a hint Atem might be Yugi’s ancestor (incest)
Here, fellow followers of fyeahcontroversialcouples, is what I call the incest card.
When it comes to incest, it makes me feel completely uncomfortable, and knowing that there’s a fetish of it on the internet makes me feel even worse. Whether fictional or not, it will make me feel sick and dirty.
Of course, people have their preferences. In a fictional world, incest may be perfectly fine. Hell, in Ancient Egypt, there was actual incest. There are a lot of fans of this pairing who ship it nonetheless.
Also, if it’s “hinted” that Atem might be Yuugi’s ancestor, that is one hell of a hint. Haven’t you seen their hairstyles? I think the term ‘reincarnation’ may be the right word, but hey. We don’t know what Yuugi’s dad looks like. Maybe the shared looks is a coincidence.

Yugi more often hints he likes women being he’s flustered around them and even says he likes Anzu
There’s a lovely thing called fan fiction, my dear readers. Fan fiction does wonders for one’s imagination. Maybe you should try it out sometime with your own ship. You know, just a little thought.

Yami is a spirit that’s 5000 years old while Yugi is a teenager. 
Actually, according to the research I did about three years ago, Yami’s age is around 3000 - 5000 years old. Yuugi is still a teenager, around 15 when the series starts (season 0 and manga) and about 17 when the finale hits.
Did you know that alternate universes can be created? Alternate universes are wonderful things. You can control the ages of your characters! Even how they act! It’s beautiful!

Most fics/art makes Yami look like some creepy rapist and Yugi a helpless little smut, which is way out of their character
I hate it too, therefore I ignore those kinds of entries. A popular ship gets a LOT of stuff like that, unfortunately, and artists and writers who create content such as rape and what not should not be in a fandom. It’s worse when there are individuals who think that rape is “hot”, when really it’s not.
Did you know that the Ancient Egyptians despised rape? Look it up. It’s actually pretty refreshing.

Yami Yugi is there to guide and protect Yugi so Yugi can be stronger someday. How does that translate to “Yami wants to be in bed with Yugi”?
Honestly… I can see the Pharaoh having feelings for Yuugi, but knowing his canon personality, he wouldn’t want to bed the cutie pie unless there was consent. (I’ve actually read a few puzzleshipping doujins where consent was present, and they have became my favorite fan made comics of this pairing.)

Unfortunately, there are the fans who give the shippers of this couple a bad name; and hoo boy, don’t they suck. Those 12 - 15 year olds who think that yaoi is the best thing on the planet, hate their parents because “they don’t know them”, and listen to horrible music like BOTDF and Brokencyde. Don’t forget that they think their “edgy”, and they also butcher the Japanese language like they’re trying to speak Spanish in their foreign language class.

Those fans that I have just described to you, have that mindset. “Yami must be protecting Yuugi so that he could get into his pants! OMG!!!! THIS IS SO CANON!!!111one!!!1!!!!#!@!” It’s a horrible mindset to be in, and definitely doesn’t make any sense. Also, they may freak out if the two are holding hands. … When it can also be a friend thing… I don’t know either.

Puzzleshipping is one of the most popular ships from YuGiOh. I’m not going to deny that. The shippers are practically 90% of the show’s fanbase. That can be both a good and bad thing. The reasons listed why someone could hate this pairing are reasonable… if you look at the canon aspects of the show. I’m not even that angry in this post as opposed to the peachshipping defense I did a while back. It’s strange, really.

Overally, puzzleshipping is harmless when given the right stories and fanart. I’ll even post a few pictures here (with sources) just to prove my point.

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(credit to 青元 on pixiv)

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Hopefully this will get people to understand that this ship isn’t just about pedophilia/necrophilia and rape. I really hope people will understand that.
Lizzie out.

Possessive/Protective BTS: You have many followers on the SNS

This is inspired by their song ‘좋아요‘ (’I Like It’, 2013) where Namjoon’s lines go: ‘On every picture you post up / A guy I’ve never seen before likes it, /who is he?‘ and ‘ Here and there, guys are liking your picture/ Commenting, “let’s meet up and play”,/ “why are you so pretty” / Uh f**k that, all stupid b*******s’.

Dedicated @alsothirstyforbangtan until she gets tired of the series^^

All gifs belong to their rightful creators/owners (see urls below the gifs). Please enjoy the reaction well, all my love to BTS and my fellow A.R.M.Y. <333

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Jin: *checks his phone and sees your latest post*

Him: “[sighs] ______-ah has posted her exact location again. I really need to tell her to stop doing that or some crazy guy might start stalking her one day.”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Him: “______-ah, you’re so famous now, can’t you stop accepting male followers? Can’t you only take female followers from now on? 70% of your followers being male is a bit … I’m just worried you might get uncomfortable”

Originally posted by ygnj

Rap Monster

Him: “Baby, why are you replying to all the comments? Even the ones that are clearly bad guys trying to flirt with you? That’s … and omg, when did you pose in your bikini like that? That’s a bit … I don’t even have a picture like that of you yet you give it to strangers by putting it on the Internet”

Originally posted by taestylips

J-Hope: *personally replies to all sexist or hurtful comments on your sns*

Fuckboy1: “Come out and play ;) “

Hoseok: “F*** off, mate. She’s already got a boyfriend”

Fuckboy2: “I don’t even see why you have so many followers? You’re only average-looking at the best”

Hoseok: “Your life must be pretty pathetic if you spend your time trying to hurt a goddess like her. Just get lost if you don’t like her content”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


Him: “______-ah, promise me, if any of your followers, be it a boy or a girl, ever ask you to meet up and you really really want to go, then take me with you, okay? And if I shouldn’t be by your side then, take someone else you trust and who could help you if the person turned out to be violent or abusive or whatever. Please promise me that, will you? I’m so worried about you”

Originally posted by suga-com

V: *wakes up happily but gets annoyed as soon as he checks your sns*

Him: “______-ah, I don’t want to tell you what kind of pictures to post, but aren’t you uncomfortable reading all those sexist comments?”

You: “Yes, I hate them, but I don’t want others to have any influence on my life, you know? I won’t stop posting bikini selcas just because some men can’t control themselves”

Him: “I’m supporting you, ______, but tell me if it gets too much, okay? Block the guys that are bothering you, will you? I’ll help you as much as I can” 

Originally posted by xcrazyfangirlx


Him: “[poses] Quick, ______, take a picture of me and post it on your sns~ I don’t want to read those creepy comments of strange guys anymore. They should all see that you have a boyfriend who could kick their butt if they continue to be so rude to you”

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

💗  I was tagged by queen @firstladyofcasterlyrock <3 for the character playlist tag! Cool, thank you this was super fun! 💗  
Playlist for the Crumplebottom sisters that best suites their characters and what they’ve done in my story so far. This picture is from ages ago btw. Bianca starts with her playlist, Belinda and Beatrice are under the cut. I’ve given reasons for why each sister has that song tagged. I wouldn’t necessarily listen to all these songs a lot It just fits the sisters. 🎀 
I did Beverley very last too since she’ll be joining eventually.
I tag: @simcatcher , @chillimps@liubez , @blurrypxls@loveandscenerysims4 , @katsujii,  @lovelychooser , @neutralsupply! Have fun and any other simblr is welcome to do this! *.*.*.*


Sneaker Night - Vanessa Hudgens - This is Bianca, her personality and vibes. She’s fun loving and she’s carefree but self centered. (we all know it) Remember that time when the sisters got back from 1772 and she had that Amanda Bynes inspired breakdown with hoop earrings and that pink juicy hoodie.

He Said She Said - Ashley Tisdale - Bianca’s sassy a.k.a  the attitude witch. She’ll always have something to say to her haters and loves to party!

Magic - Selena Gomez*.*.*  - Bianca’s a witch that breaks the rules. She’ll use magic to get the better things in life, even money.

Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez - I think this relates Bianca’s fashion. Her style is really weird. She’s also fallen in love the most.

Ring Around The Rosie - Jackie Q Warning this song  is very rude… But this fits Bianca’s character in my story 200%! xD (me and my friends use use to dance to this at boarding school. We even knew the lyrics. We were like 13 too, so bad!)

Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexanda - THIS pretty much sums Bianca up!!!!! She can be sexy, naughty and bitchy all at once!!! She’s super confident, LOUD and very inappropriate at times.

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anonymous asked:

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Ow, you cutiepie (whoever you are, of course). It’s a long post, I’m so sorry (and I also apologise for my bad English grammar).

Anyway… well, the first time (May 23rd, 2014 ) I met him I was heading to Finsbury Park to see Arctic Monkeys performing. In order to avoid chaos on the tube because it was a really huge event, we decided to take a bus from Camden to Finsbury Park so we were roaming in there waiting for the right time to left. Some friends and I were taking a coffee at a Starbucks nearby Camden Lock, while other friends were eating something at the Pret a Manger close to Camden Town’s tube station. I texted one of my friend at PAM saying “we’re almost done here, what about you?” and she texted me back “we’re done too, we’re coming where you are”. Excited for the gig to come I answered it was okay and we left the cafè waiting for them on the street. Then came THE message. I took my phone to see the time and suddenly I read “OMG T A KE YOUR ASS HERE THE RE IS THEO WAI TNG FR SOMEONE AT THE TUBE STATION”. Literally a freaking out message. Then I don’t remember clearly, I just remember I’ve never ran so fast in my WHOLE life. I reached the station and he was there, literally leaning on a trash can, hands in the pockets of his jacket. I was like the most obscene being hanging in there but hey, who cares! My friends almost pulled me under a bus while I was crossing the street towards him. A friend of mine came with me. And then nothing, I don’t know how I was able to speak in English (I’m Italian) but the dialogue almost was:

Me: “He… hello?”
Theo: “Oh, hi. Hello!”
Me: “Aehm…”
Theo: “How are you?”
Me: “I’m fine. You?”
Theo: “Good, thanks. What’s your name?”
Me: “Carmen..”
Theo: “Nice to meet you, Carmen, I’m Theo!” (U DON’T SAY MATE)
*Theo shakes my hand*
Theo: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Italy”
Theo: “Really? Where?”
Me: “South. Near Bari!”
Theo: “Really? I once went there when I was younger.” (I don’t know if he was kidding me or not so lol)
Me: “No way!”
Theo: “And what you’re doing here?”
Me: “We’re going to Finsbury, Arctic Monkeys are going to play today and tomorrow. Will you be there too?”
Theo: “No, I won’t, I have things to do but I’m sure it will be amazing!”

And then we took the photo. In that moment I noticed he was with other two people: a blonde girl and… Emil Nava! Theo introduced us to Emil and then asked him if could take the photo.Theo has this wonderful habit: he MUST hug people while taking a photo so I had his hand over my shoulder (I was shaking and I’m not even “team Theo”). Then I remembered I brought Exile with me and I came out with:

Me: “Aehm… may I ask you if you could sign my Exile copy?”
Theo: “Wait… did you bring the album with you?!”
Me: “Well, yes… I know it’s really creepy but it’s my first time in London and I didn’t know if I’d be able to meet someone or not so… I’m sorry…”
Theo: “Oh my God, no! That’s the cutest thing ever! Of course I’ll sign it!”

I gave him the album and the marker and while he was doing the thing I asked him things about the album, he promised me they’d be back to Italy for a gig, what direction their work was taking and blablabla. After adding some hearts (!) to his dedication on the album, the friend who was with me asked him if she could hug him and he was “yes, of course you can” and they hugged. About me… I was staring at the album, speechless, and then I hear “come here!” AND HE HUGGED ME TO. THEO WHAT THE HELL’S GOING THROUGH YOUR MIND. I was like… I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting a contact like that so I hugged him back, touched his (really soft) belly (and I also smell his white t-shirt and he smells of 2-months-old baby). Aaaand that’s all about our first meeting. We went to see AM and everything was amazing.

Few days later (on May 25th, 2014), we knew WACO (Theo’s brother’s Jak band) would have shot a video for one of their song – named Agitation – at Hampsted Heath. On that day, so, we had nothing to do and decided to go for a walk casually looking around. Once there we were literally approached by Jak saying “you look so cool, we’re shooting a video here, would you like to the this with us?” and we were dying of laugh so we said yes. The video is on Youtube. It was an amazing day, then Theo showed up. Literally sitting on my bag and guess who was looking for the bag to put her phone in? Yes, ME. I  staggered toward him and he saw me:

Me: “Jesus Christ please I’m drunk as fuck don’t talk to me I don’t know what can I say please please please
Theo: “Oh hi!”
Me: “F… hello!”
Theo: “How are you?”
Me: “Good, we’re really having fun!”
Theo: “How was the gig at Finsbury then?”
Me: “Really amazing, tons of people, really good music…”
Theo: “Good. They’re starting to film again!”
Me: “Yes, I just have to take my bag!”
Theo: “Oh sorry!”

I put the phone in my bag and went back to the shooting. The rest of the day went amazingly good: we drank, we had fun and blablabla. At the end of the shooting, about at 6pm maybe, someone asked Theo to take a picture. I can assure I don’t remember a lot but I have a photo with him really drunk as fuck. A friend of mine says I was dancing and bouncing in the nearby and suddenly Theo took me by elbow and said to take a photo. And apparently I did. Then he left. 

The third time I wasn’t expecting the thing at all, because I was in London again – this time on holidays with two friends – and we want to see WACO performing in Camden because one of my londoner friend and I had to interview them for our webzine. We were easily enjoying the gig when Theo showed up himself with Matt Whitehouse (from The Heartbreaks). He took something to drink and enjoyed the gig too: he danced and laughed on that awesome punk music. Bonus 1: while he doing this, almost the entire drink came out of the glass directly on his shoes. When the gig ended, he hung around for a while. Bonus 2: he was always standing in front of me and I had to go outside so I decided to gently move him on one side… and, given that he’s really tall, I put a hand on his butt. (I did it for the world, man, sorry). Then nothgin: he just said “hello” while I was talking with Jak for the interview and went outside. I finished chatting with Jak and decided to look for my friends who were smoking outside. On the door of the local… I bumped into Theo coming in the pub again (I supposed he was leaving so he wanted to say goodbye to his brother/friends). We crossed the door – A REALLY SMALL DOOR – at the same time. Two genius, I have to say. 

And that, kids, is how I accidentally got a injunction order from Theo Hutchcraft because we were always in the same place at the same time.