one of my faves from him

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“It is not so that the good detective should act, eh? I perceive your thought. He must be full of energy. He must rush to and fro. He should prostrate himself on the dusty road and seek the marks of tyres through a little glass. He must gather up the cigarette-end, the fallen match? That is your idea, is it not?”

His eyes challenged us. “But I - Hercule Poirot - tell you that it is not so! The true clues are within - here!” He tapped his forehead. “See you, I need not have left London. It would have been sufficient for me to sit quietly in my rooms there. All that matters is the little grey cells within. Secretly and silently they do their part, until suddenly I call for a map, and I lay my finger on a spot - so - and I say: the Prime Minister is there! And it is so! With method and logic one can accomplish anything!”

- Agatha Christie, Poirot Investigates: The Kidnapped Prime Minister

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just binge read your blog and I love the way you write. Like everyone is so in character and some of them are so funny or really sad *cough*jumin angst*cough*. Do you think you guys could do the RFA finding MC's old fanfics? Either her account or the ones on her computer? You don't have to, but I think it could be funny. Thanks for all you do! seriously, you are one of my fave mm blogs

Thank you! We’re flattered. Enjoy these:) 


Zen:

  • You let him borrow your computer while his was being fixed
  • He was looking for a folder he saved there a few months ago
  • There was named “FF” which he thought it was the acronym for his most recent play “Fairy Fly” (we can’t name anything pls dont judge)
  • He was looking for his script so he opened it
  • What he found was a bunch of titles which sounded oddly familiar
  • Most of them were dated from three years ago….so curiosity got the better of him
  • He found himself surprisingly addicted
  • He’s half way through it…when he recognizes himself being described
  • You had written about a musical he was in
  • Thinking he was home alone, he started reading it in his dramatic voices
  • You hear it from the other room, and you think the dialogue sounds familiar
  • “ZEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
  • “I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction about me, babe!”
  • “I…didn’t know I would ever actually meet you. I kind of forgot about those…”
  • You’re mortified for the next few days as he keeps teasing you about it

Yoosung:

  • He had found an old SD card lying around
  • It looked like the one he lost years ago, so he decided to check out the contents
  • He thought it would be some photos from high school
  • But instead, there was a bunch of word docs
  • He opened them and found a bunch of stories about various games
  • He was half way through, cracking up at how BAD they were
  • The characters were all mixed up and it was mostly crack fics
  • After pretty much reading them all, he takes the SD card and returns it to you
  • All he says is that he found it and figured it was yours
  • You breathe in relief
  • “This must be where I put all my fanfics from when I was in middle school. It would be horrible if anyone read them.” 
  • Yoosung can’t stop himself from giggling
  • “Yoosung, you did not!” 
  • “I did….I never saw that side of you before…”
  • He can’t stop laughing and you can’t stop hitting him

Jaehee:

  • She had a break from work, so she decided to log into Zen’s fanclub forums
  • She noticed some young new fan recommended a fanfic author
  • Jaehee clicked on the link
  • She noticed most of the fics were from years ago, but she tried reading through some anyway
  • When she meets with you next, she starts sharing
  • She’s hardcore roasting all the fics about how they were out of character and didn’t capture Zen’s characters correctly
  • When you finally ask the pen name, she gives it
  • You laugh nervously “That…that was my old account.” 
  • There’s just a moment of silence
  • Jaehee clears her throat, “It had potential!”
  • “Thanks….”
  • She tried to encourage you to write again since you now had more experience
  • “Jaehee…my latest update was a week ago.”
  • She makes herself your new Beta reader

Jumin:

  • He mentioned that he recently met an actor from this show
  • You casually mention how you used to write fanfiction for that show when you were younger
  • He’s curious and asks if he can see some
  • You agree, thinking he’s going to scan over it
  • But he prints it all out and reads it…like he would a normal book
  • He didn’t realize he was about to get hit with some really bad angst
  • At one point, he forgot it was you who wrote it and kept texting you about it
  • “Yeah….I know, Jumin. I wrote it.”
  • “Oh…right…”
  • To your horror, he sends the link to your account in the chat room
  • Thankfully, he didn’t say it was you who wrote it, so you’re still somewhat anonymous
  • But you still end up getting some texts from Jaehee who figured it out
  • He encourages you to write some of your own stuff as well
  • He would help you get published if you ever wanted to start a career from your talent

Seven:

  • You ask him to help back up your old laptop’s hard-drive
  • So, he has your computer for the day
  • As he was transferring files, he came across your fanfiction folder
  • He looked up some lines of text and found your account online
  • At first, he read it as a joke and would comment after every chapter
  • But he actually got really sucked into it
  • You started noticing something was up when he would be unusually protective about his recent browser history
  • Also…he commented under the name “thathackerdude”
  • Real subtle there
  • It all came out when he got to the end of one of them…and found you never finished updating
  • He breaks open your door
  • “I demand to know if they died or not! MC, don’t keep secrets from me!”
  • As a small act of revenge, you refuse to give him the rough drafts for the end of that fic 

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With everyone getting to know about Luke Evans thanks to Beauty and the Beast, my good old YouTube playlist featuring 40+ videos (so far) of him singing might interest some of you, so I thought I’d share it! (the gifs are from his performance of Delilah!)

Here’s the link, enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Do you kno what video it is when kaisoo sing to each other, I know there are a few but I cant remember any

Hi anon! 

Yes there are a few like that, but my fave is the time when they’re singing the line “you’re my earth, air, water, fire”, from love love love, to each other! ^o^

^^ Another angle~

And here you can see Soo really pointing at him!

Backview of Soo, but better quality than the previous one!

And this is a close up of Nini during the line. 

(all the vids should start at the correct time!)

🐻 ❤ 🐧  

New Man

Anonymous asked: you still do song requests right?? can you do one on New Man by Ed Sheeran?

A/N: I love that song tbh one of my faves from divide. Coming right up babe!

Warnings: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff and cuss words 

“I don’t want to know about your new man…” 

Originally posted by almie18

Bucky lips wrapped around a cigarette, sucking in the smoke as he watched you and your new man from across the party. His jaw clenched as he saw you take the champagne that he held out to you. Bucky didn’t like him. 

The two of you never dated. After you joined the Avengers, you and Bucky casually hooked up one night after a lot of drinking and it carried on for a while before you started seeing the new guy.

We can’t keep doing this,” you said to him, “I’m seeing someone.” 

God, the thought of you touching another guy made Bucky almost spit with anger. 

He threw the cigarette over the balcony and chugged half of the glass of wine he had gotten from Tony not to long before. 

“Jesus, Buck. You need another glass?” Steve teased, causing Bucky to glare at him. 

His attention turned back to you, whom started talking to Natasha and Wanda while the new guy’s fingertips softly grazed your lower back. 

Bucky liked you a lot. He tried so hard to make it more than what it was but he could tell you were resistant, that you thought of him as just a friend with benefits and that feelings weren’t a thing you thought about. 

After a couple weeks of hooking up, he noticed that you would stay in his room with him, rather than sneak back to yours. He noticed that you’d allow him to cuddle you, snuggling back into his chest. 

This was what started that small glimmer of hope that maybe you had fallen for him too. Unfortunately, he didn’t think that was the case. 

Bucky’s hand gripped the glass so hard that it shattered in his hands, causing you to look over at the noise. “Fuck!” Bucky said, shaking the liquid off of his hands and locking eyes with you momentarily. 

His legs carried him out of the room and the party goers went back to their conversations. You looked up to your date, giving him a soft smile, “I’m going off to the girls room. I’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Okay,” he seemed distracted, talking to the other woman beside him, “have fun.” 

You walked away, giving a last glance to your date and rolling your eyes as you saw him shamelessly flirting with yet another woman.

You hadn’t been seeing him long. You really only started seeing him because you were terrified of falling for Bucky. You couldn’t believe how close the two of you had gotten and you knew that you had to move on. You didn’t really like your date all that much, though. 

It seems as though the feelings are mutual. 

Something was wrong with Bucky. You held your dress and rushed up the stairs and towards Bucky’s room. The music downstairs faded the further away you got, turning the corner and knocking on Bucky’s door. 

“Fuck off, Steve.” Bucky groaned from the other side, picking glass out of his flesh and growing more and more irritated as time passed. 

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “it’s (Y/N).” 

Bucky’s eyes went wide as he rushed and opened the door, “Yes?” 

Your eyes were immediately drawn to his bloodied hand that dripped down his forearm and onto the wooden floors. “Jesus Christ, Bucky!” 

You pushed him aside and pulled an old T-shirt from his drawer, wrapping it around his hand as he stared down at you. “I’m fine, darlin’. It’s no big deal.” 

“Why’d you break the glass?” You asked him, applying pressure to his hand to stop the bleeding. 

“I just… grabbed it too hard.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, hearing him suck air through his teeth while you tied the shirt tightly around him. 

“What’s been up with you? You’ve been acting weird.” You muttered, crossing your arm across your chest while Bucky sat down on his bed. 

“Weird? How so?” 

“You don’t talk to me, it seems like you hate me. I mean, I thought we were friends,” you grew frustrated, “you know that you can talk to me.” 

“You’ve got someone else now. You don’t need to talk to me and vice versa.” Bucky said simply clenching his fist and feeling a small sting in his palm. 

You threw your hands in the air, “I’m seeing someone, therefore I can’t be friends with you?!” 

“You fucked me and left me!” Bucky gave in, screaming at the top of his lungs and towering over you. 

Immediately your face grew red as you tried to piece together everything. “It was casual.” 

“It wasn’t casual when you were in my room at three in the morning with a bottle of wine, snuggled against my chest while we watched movies! It wasn’t casual when I braided your hair after we showered together! It wasn’t casual when you made me breakfast every morning and greeted me with a kiss! People who only fuck don’t do shit like that!” Bucky defended, his throat cracking at the end of his rant. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to be angry but you couldn’t find yourself to yell. Bucky’s veins popped in his forehead, his eyes watering slightly. So slightly that you didn’t think you saw it right. 

“You can’t get pissed off that I fell in love with you when you did everything right.” Bucky said quietly, a small tear slipping over his reddened face. 

Before you could think about what you were doing, you grabbed his neck and pulled him down to your level and smashed your lips against his. 

In no time, Bucky responded to your kiss by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you backward onto the bed. 

All thoughts of the man you entered the party with left, and your body was consumed by Bucky. 

Your lips tingled against his, his finger tips toying with the hem of your dress with you straddled his thick thighs. 

“Fucking hell, doll.” He muttered when you started to grind your hips against yours. 

You grinned into the kiss and ran your thumb over his jawline, feeling him take your bottom lip in between his teeth. 

Your lips pressed kisses across his jaw, down his neck and onto his chest, feeling him pull you back up to his level and making eye contact with you. “I just have to know- do you love me too?” 

Bucky’s sentence was quiet, almost as if he didn’t want to say those words yet. He looked expectantly into your eyes, almost making you melt. You had never seen such a vulnerable side to Bucky and it almost broke your heart. 

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

The sentence was simple and short, but it made Bucky the happiest man alive as he kissed you hard once again. He held you close to him as you cuddled on his bed, not really making any moves and just enjoying each other’s company. 

“What’re you gonna tell your date downstairs?” Bucky asked, humor lacing his voice. 

You thought back to the brunette he was speaking to when you left, “Something tells me he’ll be fine.” 

You rolled over and kissed him again, feeling his lips turn up into a smile. 

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josh’s endings were sadly typical, so i thought about drawing him a new one. then i found this fic here, loved it, and decided to do some scenes from it. kinda got out of hand (i originally had 3 panels)?? but i wanted to try a few new things!