only a small handful of people will get this

anonymous asked:

Eek can I request a small au for BTS V?? Btw I totally get you not wanting to do homework... I only just finished mine and I am currently reunited with two of my loves-- dis blog and my bed. Good luck with it tho

omg im glad my blog is on par with your bed!!!! LOL

  • strawberry farmer!taehyung 
  • inherited the farm from his family so he’s been around farming since he was a little kid!!
  • loves going out and getting dirt on his hands,,,wearing his overalls,,,,,bandana around his neck
  • people ask him if he ever gets tired of strawberries,,,,like he must eat them all the time
  • and taehyung is like HUH NEVER!!!!! i love strawberries, strawberry jam, strawberry pie, strawberry strudel, strawberry lemonade-
  • has a pet dog that follows him around through the fields and wears a matching little bandana like taehyungs!!!!! it’s so cute!!!!
  • you live across the road on your family’s watermelon farm and you and taehyung have been friends since you were kids
  • you always meet at the farmer’s market and you trade watermelons for his strawberries
  • and taehyung is always like,,,,,,you’re so cool - you carry the watermelons so easily!!!!! and you’re like you’re cool too!!! i remember when you shoved 14 strawberries in your mouth!!!!
  • everyone else at the market wants you two to get married,,,you’re unanimously shipped by all the farmers LOL 
  • and one day as you’re bringing watermelons over to taehyung he goes “they look so sweet!!!!” and you’re like “they are!!!”
  • and then taehyung looks up at you and is like “you look sweet too, well you look sweet all the time!!!!”
  • and you blush so hard you turn as red as his strawberries and taehyung is like “you can so no, but I bet you taste sweet to can I? Try some?”
  • and you’re like “try some??”
  • and he leans down to kiss you slowly and when he pulls back he’s like “mhmm, as sweet as expected~~”

WIth a new series of Doctor Who being just a few weeks away, let’s celebrate the past for one more moment. @101clarastosee is a charity anthology organised by @abossycontrolfreak and @sirdefsart. They collected 101 pieces of fanwork - including meta, art, and fanfiction - centred on Clara Oswald and her three series on Doctor Who. And let me tell you, it’s amazing. (Which I understand the very talented @transjeanluc played no small part in!)

As a contributor, I was happy to receive my own book for free. Now I’m giving away three copies of 101 Claras to See, so more of my followers can enjoy what’s inside. Since the anthology only went to print once, this might be your one chance to get your hands on it. You only have to reblog this post and, of course, you have to be willing to share your address with me.

The three people who’ll receive a copy will be announced on April 8, a week before series 10 begins. I’m also going to post my three published metas till then, so look out for those too… Good luck, and let’s all come together to share our love for Bill soon!

(If you only want to spread the news, just tag it or comment accordingly, so I know that it’s a signal boost.)


I just got back from the Royal Oak clipping. show with The Flaming Lips and I wanted to share my experience! This show was amazing. Despite having only a small handful of fans in the crowd, Daveed kept up high energy the entire time and just rolled with it. We were right by the stage and he saw me rapping all the lyrics and smiled all big and stuff. Afterwards we made room for people to get closer and see the headliners and we noticed that Jonathan was at the merch booth so we stopped by to say hi and he was such a sweetheart. Bill wound up popping in soon after and he got a picture of the custom vest I made. He also like, shook our hands and was like “Hi, Im Bill” and asked for our names and it was adorable. I got them both to sign my clppng album and I gave them their glitter necklaces I made for them before we decided to watch more of the show. A few songs later Daveed showed up to the merch booth and I dragged my friend there lol. I gave him his necklace and when I told him it was Jefferson inspired he laughed so hard. We told him how we got into clipping. becaue of Hamilton but we stayed for clipping. too. He made a comment about seeing us turning up in the front row as well lol. I also asked if he could take our selfie for me because “youre super fucking tall” and he laughed at that and I’m so blessed to have caused so much of such a good thing to come from his mouth. He sounded really hoarse though and when I suggested he drink some tea he said he had to fly to L.A. tonight night to shoot and episode of Blackish as Johan and then fly out to Chicago right after 😓 but Daveed was so sweet and we told him how much of an inspiration he is and how much we love him and his face was so good. So we went back to watch more of the show and when we decided to leave I got a selfie with Jonathan and I waved at Daveed and he waved back with the biggest adorable smile. My friend remembered to ask for a hug so he gave us both hugs and it was amazing. I also was like “make sure you get your rest and drink water” lmao. Moral of the story they were all such sweethearts and I’m so glad to have met them and to show my support because they really deserve it. Jonathan said that this show was the best theyd been received out of all of them in the tour so far so Im glad we couldve helped with that.

LOVE the vest!

i’ve seen quite a few people headcanon that if karamatsu and chibita had to share a futon for whatever reason (because they’re a couple and/or necessity because there’s only one place to sleep in a small living space) that karamatsu would be the disruptive sleeper, shifting around and getting all up in chibita’s personal space

but chibita is the one who has lived alone his entire life. he’s probably never shared a sleeping space with anyone before and has never had to be mindful of his surroundings or his limbs while he sleeps

karamatsu, on the other hand, knows very well what it’s like sharing limited space with several others. and, this is the most important point, look at where karamatsu sleeps when he’s at home: between ichimatsu and todomatsu. shifting a little too far to the right would probably land him in a cage with a hungry tiger, and shifting a little too far to the left would probably earn him a potentially lethal substance dropped in his drink the next morning. even on a good night, he’d probably still get a swift elbow to the face (from one or both of them). karamatsu probably learned very early on that he needed to sleep as still as a statue for the sake of his own longevity

some nights chibita will wake up and have to check if karamatsu is still breathing because he’s pretty sure karamatsu’s dead, no living thing can be that still. most nights though, karamatsu’s the one who is woken up because someone is hogging the sheets, or because there’s a small body laying on his chest in the most uncomfortable way and making it hard to breathe, or because he’s taken a fist to the gut, or because the heel of a foot has slammed into his face, or because he’s had oden skewers jammed up his nostrils, or-

the point i’m trying to get to here is that chibita is the sloppy sleeper

Things that People Forget About When Writing Sword Fights
  • You don’t have to dodge by a foot. You only have to dodge by an inch.
  • Not all swords are made the same way. You wouldn’t fight with a katana the same way you would fight with a broadsword.
  • You don’t need to aim for the heart or the head. Get the vein in wrist, and you could incapacitate that hand.
  • Small cuts matter. If you’re cut up enough, you’re going to start suffering from blood loss, and that’ll put you at a disadvantage.
  • The blade isn’t the only thing that matters. There isn’t some set of rules in sword fighting where you can only stick the stabby end into the other person. Hit them in the head with the hilt, and they’ll feel it.
  • If there are multiple attackers, you want to incapacitate or kill each one as quickly as possible. Endurance matters, especially when you’re not only swinging/stabbing/aiming something that is 2-5 lbs (ceremonial ones were a lot heavier, but wouldn’t be generally fought with) but also taking/blocking heavy blows from at least one opponent.

I’m not going to give a real answer to someone who thinks that there’s only a binary between “march a little and do nothing else ever again” and “punch every nazi”.

Not everyone can punch nazis. Some people have a weak punch or bad arms or small hands not ideal for punching. Some people just don’t like fighting or are anxious about delivering a swift beating. Those people will work on other political aims, like canvassing, mobilizing, doing community organization, getting local elections and state elections covered, calling campaigns to their reps, sit ins, strike organizing and support structures.

Punching every nazi will be left to our well trained brothers and sisters and siblings in antifa. The professional nazi punchers.

Trans Nico AU:

Nico had been able to avoid disclosing because he had left camp before menstruation started.

He’s so afraid to tell Will because Will really likes him and he doesn’t want to mess things up.

One day, while climbing the lava wall, he falls down. Immediately people run to get Will, who rushes as fast as he can over to Nico. He places a hand on him and can tell that he’s bleeding inside, Will scoops him up, an arm around his back and an arm under his legs, and takes him to the clinic.

He feeds Nico a small square of ambrosia.

Only, he still sense bleeding after the ambrosia should have kicked in.

Will, much has to his chargin, does a full body scan. He hates to do them, it feels like an invasion of privacy, but in medical emergencies he’ll do anything to save his patients. It’s then, when he finds the source of the bleeding, that realization starts to dawn on him.

At first he’s angry at Nico for keeping secrets, but he thinks about it more and starts to feel sad. He’s sad that Nico would have to hide himself like that. He wonders how scary it must be for him. The thiught of people finding out would be an ever present threat, it would unnerve the best of men.

Nico wakes up a heating pad on his belly and knows.

He talks with Will about it, and, to his surprise, Will accepts him. He tells Nico about being hurt that Nico hadn’t talked to him, but he listens patiently as Nico tells him about what it’s like.

Just as Nico is falling asleep, Will bends down to kiss his cheek and then his forehead. Nico does his best to not move, to keep up the illusion that he’s asleep. His last thoughts before rest are that maybe, just maybe, Will likes him the way Nico likes Will, and knowing wasn’t going to change anything.


request for: @supernatural-teen-wolf-craze

pairing: Reader x Sam

word count: 458


“Mrs. Winchester.” Sam placed his hand on the small of your back and led you into the party hosted at the museum.

“Man,” Dean walked up to the two of you, dressed in his server’s uniform. “Why do you two always get to be the married couple?”

“Because Y/N likes me better.” Sam winked at you, holding his arm out for you to take.

You looped your arm through his and walked towards the edge of the ballroom, strategizing your plan.

“After we convince people that we’re married,” You began, talking soft enough that only Sam could hear, “We can sneak off and start looking for the ghosts old confederate uniform.”

Sam nodded and smiled at the waiter, grabbing two glasses of champagne from the tray. “Sell first, gank later. I got it.” He handed you the drink.

When the two of you were done, you placed your drinks back on the table. Sam extended his hand towards you. “Care to dance, Mrs. Winchester?”

You smiled, containing a small laugh and grabbing Sam’s hand. “I would love to.”

Sam led the two of you out onto the dance floor and placed his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes and moved closer, shooting him a wink.

“We’re married.” You reminded him.

He let out a breathless laugh and pulled you closer until you were flush against him. “I could get used to that.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I mean,” Sam began, twirling you. “That we get along so well. We wouldn’t make a bad married couple.”

“Is that so?” Your eyes danced in amusement.

“Absolutely.” Sam leaned in closer, hovering his lips over yours. You felt his hot breath fan over you before pressing your lips to his.

You pulled away, breathless. “Sam Winchester.” You murmured. “What are you doing to me?”

Sam smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “I could ask you the same question.”

You grinned. “I’d rather have you ask me a different question.”

“Like what?” Sam played along.

You rolled your eyes as he twirled you once more. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Winchester.”

“I’ll ask you on one condition.” Sam told you.

“What’s your condition?” You asked.

“After this, we go find some real food.” He grinned.

You returned his smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Sam dipped his head down, whispering in your ear, “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

You nodded, answering his question with a short, sweet kiss.

The old couple dancing next to you two stopped and smiled. “Oh Bill, aren’t they just darling?”

The man nodded, agreeing with his wife. “How long have you two been married?”

Sam shot you a wink before responding to the happy couple. “Not long enough.”

All’s Fair (pt 8)

Originally posted by bkhxun

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Angst/Smut in Next Part

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“-like five or six months ago, right?” Sehun answered, cocking his head and turning to you. “I don’t even remember, she’s so much like family now that I don’t remember not having her around as hyung’s girlfriend.”

You blinked a few times, remembering the small group that was crowded around you. You nodded, still fairly zoned out despite the commotion around you. Sehun’s hand was suddenly on your shoulder, his head leaning down to get a better look at you.

“Hey, are you okay? Guys, I think she’s really fluster-”

“No!” you protested, your eyes widening as you looked around at the people around you. There were only four of them, apparently regulars at the café, who insisted on meeting you after the stalker girl had left.

She stared back and forth between you and Junmyeon, her eyes wide and watery. The apologies began slurring out of her mouth, her eyes on you and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Was it even your place to say anything though? Junmyeon’s arm tightened at your shoulder as the girl continued to cry before apologizing again, bowing her head before quickly leaving the café.

Your heart was still racing as the chatter started up again, and you could hear the little snippets of conversation about you, making you feel extremely self conscious. Your head spun and you turned back to Baekhyun, whose eyes were still wide as he stared at you.

You couldn’t decipher the look on his face; but it still pained you to see it. His hand reached up to push his fingers through his hair before he looked down into his cup. Your breath caught in your throat and you wanted to go to him but Junmyeon brought your attention back to himself.

“Hey,” he muttered, turning you so you faced him with his hands on either of your shoulders. His brows furrowed as he looked at you, and your cheeks got warm again, making you look away, embarrassed. His hand was suddenly at your chin, pulling you back to look at him. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, a worried look on his handsome face. His hand moved back to your shoulder as he stepped closer to you, preventing others from hearing your conversation.

“No, it’s…it’s alright,” you answered, swallowing hard as Junmyeon raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m glad she left…I mean if the stalking was getting that bad and this was the only way…and you probably didn’t want to do anything too severe to her so this was…yeah no I understand-”

“I’m still sorry,” he apologized again softly, and you nodded as he continued. “I’ll definitely make this up to you. I know…I know I really shouldn’t be asking you for more favors, but I need to get back to work. There’s been a little too much drama and I don’t think my boss will approve if he finds out. But um…” his voice trailed off, and his head turned to the few pairs of eyes that were on you two. “I think some of these guys won’t let you leave until you meet them so…I mean if you wouldn’t mind-”

You blinked up at him, and he winced apologetically. In any other situation you probably would’ve been upset, but Junmyeon really didn’t seem like the kind of guy to bring you into something like this unless he was desperate. You noticed the bags under his eyes and the creases on his forehead, and you wondered if Junmyeon had been dealing with people like this for a longer time than he’d let on.

“So, I’m your girlfriend for today?” you whispered, and he bit his lip, shrugging slightly.

“You can leave if you want, I’ll handle-”

“No, it’s okay, I will,” you cut him off, and you saw the most grateful smile break out on his face. “I mean, it’s a good idea to keep it up while I’m here. If she came back and found out that you lied, you’d probably be in a worse position-”

Your words caught in your throat as Junmyeon pulled you into a hug, his arms around you and his cheek pressed against your forehead. You tensed up before remembering that you were in public, and that he was your ‘boyfriend’ now. Shyly, your shaky hands wrapped around his waist, feeling the smooth muscles of his back.

You suddenly felt the brush of his lips against the top of your head, and he whispered, “Thank you so much.” You tensed up again, your head turning slightly to look back at Baekhyun, who had lifted his head to watch the entire scene. You felt your chest tighten at the hurt look on his face, a flash of anger behind it all.

You couldn’t blame Junmyeon though. He was oblivious to any relationship you had with Baekhyun, and out of the corner of your eye you could see Sehun leaning against the counter, biting his lip and watching the whole thing go down, knowing it wasn’t the right time to explain.

“I’m going to go back to work…it looks like there’s people coming to talk to you. Sehun, help her,” he pulled away quickly and walked away, moving back behind the counter with his grinning coworkers.

“I-I’m fine, sorry,” you piped, a smile plastered on your face. “Yeah um we’ve been together for like five months.” The lies came easy enough, and you only hoped that you were loud enough for Junmyeon to hear them, so he could give similar answers if needed. Unfortunately, that also meant you had to speak loud enough for Baekhyun to hear you as well.

Sehun wrapped his arm around you, grinning and turning back to the people in front of him, “Yeah, so anyways, she seems pretty tired so maybe I should take her home-”

“Oh, do you live with Junmyeon and Sehun?” asked a woman in front of you, and you almost winced at the question. How nosy were these customers? Then again, Junmyeon seemed like a friendly, talkative type of guy so you weren’t surprised that so many people were interested in knowing about his ‘girlfriend.’

“Nah,” answered Sehun casually, and you made the mistake of letting him answer the question for you. “She has her own place, but I swear she practically lives with us at this point. It’s like she’s moved in. She doesn’t even wear pants around the house any more-”

You choked on your own saliva, coughing as Sehun rubbed you back, the grin still plastered on his face. “Pants are…overrated,” you choked out with a weak smile, making the group around you laugh. You turned to Sehun, sticking your tongue out at him and he smirked, obviously enjoying the little facade.

As the laughter died down, another customer asked, “If you’re so comfortable then why haven’t you moved in yet?”

“Oh no, no, no, no,” insisted Sehun, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. “Whenever she’s over I barely get enough sleep, all I hear is her moaning at night-”

You choked again, cutting him off and feeling your face get hot. “Yah,” you muttered, hitting his shoulder as he laughed along with the people around you.

“What, it’s true,” he scoffed. “Imagine, I’d never get any sleep if she moved in. Hyung may be really a really nice guy, but he doesn’t joke around in the bedroom-”

“Sehun, I can hear you,” chided Junmyeon from behind the counter, and Sehun grinned back at him before turning back to you.

“Well, she looks a little overwhelmed so maybe it’s time she goes home, yeah? You can talk to hyung’s girlfriend more next time,” chided Sehun. “So maybe we should-” he stopped short, turning around to look at Baekhyun, who was still in the same seat as before, scowling as he watched the scene in front of him. “Hyung, could you take her home?”

You internally praised Sehun for making it seem like Baekhyun was taking you home when you both actually lived together. He may have been the reason for your extreme embarrassment but you had to give it to him, he was pretty good at faking it.

Baekhyun nodded slowly, standing from his chair and motioning for you to follow him. You waved to Sehun and Junmyeon, who waved back as you exited the café.

The drive home was tense. Baekhyun’s mouth remained a thin line, and you weren’t sure what you could really say. It’s not like you expected Junmyeon to pretend that you were his girlfriend…it’s not like he knew that Baekhyun would be upset…it’s not like-

“I’m going to take a nap,” grumbled Baekhyun as you parked. He slammed the door of the car as he stepped out, leaving you alone. You almost had to run to catch up to him, but he still kept walking in front of you until you reached your apartment door.

“Baekhyun,” you touched his shoulder, slightly breathless as you both walked inside. He flinched away from your touch, so you grabbed his shirt, trying to keep him from storming into his room. “Wait, why are you mad, I didn’t-”

He only pulled away again, and you groaned, following him as he stubbornly shuffled towards his room. “Baekhyun!” you called after him, just barely slipping through his door as he tried to close it on you.

“I…don’t wanna…talk about it…” he warned through gritted teeth, his hands trying to push the door closed. You groaned, keeping your arm through the shrinking gap in the doorway to prevent him from closing it.

“Byun Baekhyun, what the hell is wrong with you, you’re hurting me!” you seethed, suddenly using the side of your body to ram into the door. Baekhyun jumped back, not expecting the sudden impact, letting you open the door.

He crossed his arms, pouting, “Yah, get out, this is my room. I don’t want to talk to you.” You walked up to him again, crossing your arms to mimic him.

“This isn’t fair, I didn’t even do anything wrong, I was just trying to help-”

He sputtered, “No, you know what isn’t fair? The fact that I had to watch Junmyeon hyung act like you were his girlfriend an-and you didn’t even stop him! And the whole ‘All I hear is her moaning at night-’”

“I was trying to help him! I didn’t think Sehun would go that far, he was just kidding, and that’s not even my fault,” you defended, your nose up in his face. He scoffed, turning around, apparently done talking to you. You groaned, grabbing his shoulder to turn him around.

The second your hand touched him, you felt something push you, knocking you back. There was a crash, and then you were on the floor, a sharp throbbing in arm you had landed on.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could hear Baekhyun as he muttered, “Oh shit,” before his arms were around you, pulling you up. “Shit, shit, shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I pushed you that hard. Shit there’s blood, oh god…hey, hey are you okay? Please say something I’m sorry-”

You opened your eyes, looking around at the scene and realizing that Baekhyun had pushed you away with a bit more force than intended. Actually, a lot more force than intended, because you were pushed back into his bedside table, knocking over his lamp before landing on top of it. The glass lamp had shattered, and your arm had been unfortunate enough to land on it.

“I’m fine, my arm is just-” you began, before you eyes landed on your upper arm. It was bleeding; many small red cuts littered your arm, but in the center was a decent-sized gash where most of the blood was coming from. “Oh, ugh…”

“Oh, ugh? Is that all you have to say after I almost killed you?” asked Baekhyun, his eyes wide. You felt his arms tighten around you, and you looked down. He was crouching on the floor next to the broken glass, his arms around you as he kept you from falling back into the mess. “Yah, be more careful, I’m stronger than you think.”

You scoffed, “You say that you almost killed me, then you tell me than I have to be more careful. Yeah, that makes sense, thanks for your concern Baekhyun-”

“Yah, you know what I mean. Oh shit, okay we need to take care of this. Can you stand?” he asked, his tone suddenly becoming more serious again. You nodded, and he stood, pulling you up with him. “Okay, careful. Don’t step on the glass.”

“No, shit,” you muttered under your breath, but he heard you and snorted, his arm wrapping around your waist. You jumped slightly as he squeezed you, urging you to move. With ginger steps around the broken fragments, you both managed to leave his room without any more cuts.

When you got to your room, he finally released you, and you found yourself missing the pressure of his hands as you sat down on your bead, careful to hold your arm out so no blood would land on your comforter.

“Okay, okay, first aid kit, first aid kit…we have one of those, right?” asked Baekhyun, and you rolled your eyes, instructing him to go to the bathroom and open the cabinet. He nodded, quickly running out the room and returning a second later with the box.

You held out your hand, “Here, I can do it-”

“Hey, you can’t do this with one hand, okay?” he snapped, and you flinched at the sudden change in demeanor. Then he softened, “Oh uh, sorry, I just…you can depend on my sometimes, you don’t have to try and do it yourself. I’m useless sometimes, but not all the time.”

“I don’t think you’re useless,” you muttered, looking down at your lap as Baekhyun sat next to you on your bed, making the mattress dip slightly. He chuckled, opening the box as you continued, “I mean, you’re like a toddler sometimes but, you’re not useless.”

“Oh yeah? Name one useful thing about me.”

You looked up, your eyes narrowing at his face, his expression teasing you. What was he even getting at, why was he trying to look useless? “I mean, your cooking isn’t awful. I like when you make food or when we cook together. Oh, and you’re helping me bandage my arm. Oh and-”

“Okay wait, sorry,” he interrupted, his brows knitting together as he stared at the open box cluelessly. “I wipe it with the stuff that makes it burn now, right?”

You couldn’t stop your laughter, and he smiled innocently, and you wondered why you even bothered. Baekhyun was Baekhyun.

“Yeah…that one,” you said, pointing to the antiseptic wipes packaged individually. He hummed, nodding and ripping one of them open to pull out the damp cloth. “Wipe it carefully, just incase there’s still anything stuck in my skin. Actually wait, I think we’re supposed to check it before we wipe it so it’s not accidentally pushed furth-” You looked up, Baekhyun’s eyes wide in front of you in fear.

“Yah, do you really wanna die, why don’t you tell me these things?” He neared the wound, his eyes scanning it. “Okay, I’m going to wipe around it first because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in the little scratches.”

You felt the first sting of the cloth, and you winced, you eyes watching as Baekhyun’s slim fingers gently cleaned the wound. Then he moved to the big cut, carefully cleaning it as you flinched.

“I know, I know,” he mused, his free hand moving so that his fingers could lace with your comfortingly. His eyes stayed on your arm as he continued, “I’d always fall down at hurt myself as a kid because I was so jumpy. I hated this stuff, it always hurt. I’m almost done…okay there.”

He tossed the wipe into the trash and grabbed a large bandage, but enough to cover the entire wound. Before you could bleed any more, he pressed the bandage onto the cut. His thumbs smoothed the bandage over your skin, and as you opened your mouth to thank him, he suddenly came closer to you.

“Baekhy-” you flinched as his lips came in contact with the bandage on your arm, kissing it gently before pulling away, looking up at you.

His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as he watched your surprised expression. Then he gave a wry laugh, “What? Kisses make them heal faster.”

Your cheeks felt hot, and you turned away, pulling your arm away from him. “You didn’t even want to talk to me earlier, and now you’re doing stuff like that-”

“I’m sorry,” he cut you off, leaning closer to you to try to look at your face, but you turned away again, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Yah, stop doing that, I do want to talk, I’m sorry.” He grabbed your chin, pulling your face back so your eyes could meet his. You watched him swallow, his tongue peeking out slightly to lick his lips before he continued, “You…I just don’t know what to do about you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your tongue heavy as you felt his thumb run up your jaw gently. “I think I’m the one who doesn’t know what to do about you.”

He scoffed, “You don’t know what to do? What options do you have? I’m the one who’s been sitting here waiting…you know if you don’t like me then please just tell me-”

“No,” you cut him off quickly, and he tilted his head slightly, releasing your chin and dropping his hand. You swallowed hard, biting you lip before you spoke again. “I mean…I just…I-”

“Do you actually want this?” he asked, his voice more solemn than you’d probably ever heard before as he gestured between you two. “Because I’m…I’m getting a little tired of all of this. It kinda hurts.”

You weren’t sure what made you feel worse, the idea that you had hurt Baekhyun or the fact that he said it so casually, like that this point he was used to you hurting him. Then again, what had you been doing for the past few weeks? Sure, he was messing with you non-stop, but somewhere in there, you were wrong too.

“Hey,” he said again, snapping you out of your thoughts. “If you really don’t like me-”

You cut him off quickly, knowing you’d waited much too long already.

“I like you. And I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that it was bothering you that much and I guess I was just surprised is all when you first wanted a relationship because I don’t know I just wasn’t ready or something-” you rambled on before you were effectively cut off by Baekhyun’s arms wrapping around you, careful to not disturb the bandage.

“Finally,” he muttered sarcastically, and you playfully slapped his arm. Then again, you sort of agreed. 

All’s Fair Mini Masterlist

Mobile Masterlist

some people may have seen me offering this in the PF recently but i figure making a post for it on tumblr wouldn’t be too bad of an idea either!

i’m selling housing walls! the ones made in company workshops that not everyone may have access to (lack of an fc/ability to gather materials/etc). all walls are at a set, flat price that depend purely on the size of house walls you’d like and are made to-order. delivery takes about 1 ~ 3 days (again depending on the size of the walls; bigger walls mean more mats, and i gather/craft everything by hand) and you pay at delivery. a set of small walls costs 3m, while mediums cost 6m and large cost 10m! i’m also only able to do one order at a time (since you can only have one craft in progress in the workshop) though i can add people to a waitlist (if this even gets that much demand asdjkfsd).

i’m also willing to make other company-workshop crafts by request, though i have no flat prices/deadlines ready for those, though they shouldn’t take more than a day or two at most. if you’re interested, you can send me an ask here on tumblr or send a /tell to Amira Mira on Balmung!

Drunken Encounters

Originally posted by astrology-zone

Originally posted by cuntbrutality

Imagine getting embarrassed  by your extremely drunk boyfriend, Opie, after having to come and pick him up.

“C'mon Ope,” you groaned, trying your hardest to push him towards the front of the store with one hand, his boots in the other. He would only take a couple of small steps, before stopping to double over in laughter.

“This is insane!” He said in between breaths. “They actually quack!”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, trying to avoid the stares of the people on the isle over, their whispers clearly evident. You had just gotten home from a 12 hour shift when your cousin gave you a call, letting you know that your boyfriend had drunkenly drove his bike to her store to buy more beer, barely able to walk. She had refused to let him leave in that state, so you called Jax and asked him to come pick up Ope’s bike, and now, ten minutes later, here you were, trying to shove your 6'4 manchild out of the door.

“Seriously, babe. Look at this! It’s duck slippers..that actually quack when you walk! Watch!”

He stumbled forward a couple more steps, and sure enough, the duck slippers that he had pulled off of the shelves and slipped on to his feet were making an  annoying quack noise with every step, nearly putting Opie in tears.

Your cousin had even gone as far as leaving the front counter to come video him. “Really?” You asked, annoyed. “Couldn’t you help me instead of trying to get a viral Facebook post?”

She shrugged, laughing as Opie darted towards another isle, her following him and you following them both. “Sorry, cuz. I done my part by not letting him drive out of here shit faced. Now I’m preparing for blackmail.”

“Fuck my life,” you muttered, even more embarrassed as Opie ran up to some teenager, telling her about his amazing duck shoes. She looked terrified, and you mumbled an apology as you used all of your might to drag Ope away from her, once again aiming for the front door.

“We can’t leave!” Opie exclaimed, just as you thought you had made it, your hand on the cool metal bar. “I didn’t pay for my shoes!”

“It’s okay,” your cousin chuckled from behind you. “Those are on the house, Ope. I was having a hard time getting them to sell anyways.”

“You’re the best!” He shouted.

Finally, you got the door opened and Opie into parking lot. Now you just had to make it from here to the truck, and you’d be okay.

“What the hell is this?”

You turned towards the familiar voice, met  by Jax and Chibs. Chibs had drove the TM tow truck,so that Jax could drive Ope’s bike back to your house.

“Please,” you begged. “Please help me get this idiot in the truck.”

“Jax!” Opie exclaimed, taking sight of his best friend. “What are you doing here man!?”

Jax tried to contain his laughter, while Chibs was completely doubled over, and you really wanted to slap all three of them. “I’m here to take your bike home, buddy.”

“You,” Ope said, slurring a little as he stumbled, pointing at Jax. “You are a damn good friend, brother. Don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Jax couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore, ushering Opie towards your truck. He got him inside no problem, and you crawled in the driver’s seat quickly before he decided to change his mind and jump back out. After you thanked the boys for their help, you closed the door, cranking up the engine and backed out of the parking lot.

Halfway through the drive home Ope had calmed down. You thought he was already asleep, but out of the blue he reached over,  pulling your left arm from the steering wheel, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I love you,” he whispered.

All of your anger and frustration faded away as you smiled over at him, his head pressed against the window, cool from the night air.

“I love you too, Ope.”

The only thing touching me right now
are my black jeans, a blanket, this bra. Even my friends 
don’t want to go out: J is in bed, phone glowing hot
in his hands; Alisha’s in Florida with a sad song
and a linen napkin in her lap. Maybe this cigarette
is my Valentine, all mint-smoke smell in my hair; 
or the card my grandmother picked out carefully
three days ago for me. I have to cram myself
into this body every day and it’s getting crowded.
I wander lonely through Target, buy small things
like nail polish, a scarf, breath mints. People are always
so surprised that my poems contain so much 
sadness, that I can crawl right into the belly of it
and sleep there. I can’t talk to you like this. No one
is answering their phones and the woman who tells me
that the person I am trying to reach is not available
is my best friend and I hope she’s happy. I hope
someone loves her. I hope she loves herself.
—  Kristina Haynes, “Valentine’s Day Blues”
Partying Headcanons

(if they’re gonna party like pornstars you might as well have a good idea of how they like to party)

  • Matt is a lightweight. He can only drink maybe 2 beers before he starts getting drunk.
  • On the other hand, Ashley is surprisingly much more alcohol tolerant. She doesn’t drink much, but when she does, it takes her a lot to feel a buzz even.
  • Sam is the go-to planner for their parties, when they involve a lot of people. She also manages the playlists and music at their big parties.
  • Chris is always the first one out on the dance floor. At big parties, he will often pick random strangers to join in small groups when they dance, and he’ll also pick out random strangers for slow dances (on the off-chance Sam adds a slow song to try and get him to snuggle up close with Ashley).
  • If there aren’t any single strangers (or everyone is dancing with someone else) (or if he feels like it), Chris will actually end up slow-dancing with Josh.
  • Josh took ballet lessons as a kid, up until he was five, and he went to the same dance school as Emily and Jess. He still knows how to do some of the steps.
  • Emily is in charge of the invitations. She usually either goes all out or only invites some of the group’s closest acquaintances.
  • Ashley usually sits out from dancing, but she actually has some of the best moves out of the group.
  • Jess’s favorite dance partner is Matt, because they have similar music tastes (and he teaches her how to do some of the more recent dance trends).
  • Gangnam Style is Chris’s jam. He knows how to do the “leg thing” (as aptly nicknamed by Mike) that nobody else has quite gotten the hang of yet.
  • Mike is the leader of the dance trends. The Cupid Shuffle is his favorite, but everyone else says he’s the best at the Cha Cha Slide.
  • Emily and Jess, despite not really getting along any other time of day, usually remain close to each other when they do the Whip/Nae Nae.
  • Ashley is actually very good at the Gas Pedal, and the others often turn to her when the song comes on.
  • Josh isn’t into the big trends, except the Macarena.
  • Matt’s favorite dance to do is the Cha Cha Slide, but he also likes to do The Hustle.
  • Sam is strictly anti-dance trends. Her only exception is the MC Hammer Shuffle.
  • Jess and Mike only drink whenever the other is drinking. If Jess says she doesn’t want to drink, then neither will Mike, and vice versa.
  • Chris is the biggest drinker, with Josh in a close second.
  • Sam is anti-alcohol. She refuses to even take more than a simple glance at the booze.
  • Matt often fetches beer for Emily, and only rarely will he ever take a sip. She never seems to mind whenever she sees him take a drink from her cup.
  • Ashley is prone to drinking only when she’s been having a rough day, which is not often on days that they plan to be together for a party.
  • Josh likes to slow dance, and his favorite dance partner is secretly Chris, but he tends to dance with Sam on the rare occasion that she does dance as well.
  • Sam’s favorite dance partner is Josh, and she also really likes dancing with Ashley.
  • Chris doesn’t have a favorite dance partner, but he tends to dance with Mike and Josh a lot.
  • Mike’s favorite dance partner is Emily, because they have similar moves. Sometimes they even get together before parties and coordinate moves to certain songs.
  • Matt likes to dance with both Jess and Emily, and he also tends to dance with Ashley, Mike, and Josh. He’s the most varied in who he dances with.
  • Ashley likes dancing with Jess the most, but she also likes dancing with Mike. Sam also dances with her as well.
The Book (Dan)

All day you couldn’t get over how it had already been seven years. A little under a third of your life had been spent with Dan. In celebration, he had made dinner reservations for the two of you. He didn’t say where, only that the reservation was for 7pm.

“I’m home!” you announced as you placed your things on the dining table. You looked at the time and realized it was almost 6pm. You didn’t have much time to get ready, especially if the restaurant wasn’t close by.

Dan walked into the room and kissed you before asking how your day was. After having a small rant about people not answering their emails, he took your hand.

“Come into the lounge for a second,” he requested as he began to lead you into the room.

“I have to get ready for dinner,” you protested, although you kept following him.

“Just real quick. I have something for you.”

“I thought we agreed on no gifts…” You eyed him suspiciously as you gingerly sat down on the edge of the sofa.

“When have I ever listened to that?” he asked rhetorically as he handed you a small wrapped object.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you unwrapped it. It was a book. The cover read “26 reasons” in a minimalist white font on a contrasting black background. You turned the book over to see what it was about and realized that the title was the only text on the outside.

“What is this?” you inquired, still confused.

“Read it,” Dan stated simply as he sat down next to you.

“Wait, right now?” Just by looking at it, you figured that the book was probably around 150 pages.

Dan nodded.

“What about dinner?” you asked.

“This shouldn’t take long.”

As you curled your legs underneath of yourself to get more comfortable, you opened the book. But before you could begin, there were a few sentences right after the title page.

People sometimes ask me what the secret to our relationship is, and how we’ve stayed together for so long without any of the usual relationship drama. So, here are twenty-six things that have happened over the last seven years that I believe are the reason for that. -Dan

Next to that was a picture of the two of you from at least six years ago.

“You made this?” you asked as you looked over at him.

He nodded.

You turned the page to see a giant letter “A” with some black text on the page beside it.


Confession: I love domestic discussions. Should we buy new plates? Whose family are we visiting for the holiday? What should we have for dinner? I don’t know why, but I love them.

As a result, I loved it when we were searching for an apartment. Should we have a guest bedroom? Is this kitchen big enough? Is this too far away from work? Sure, it was a little stressful at times (especially when apartments were being rented out faster than we could look at them), but it was nice walking through each place and trying to imagine ourselves living there.

I also think that living together has been really great. I love having you here all of the time. We’ve also learned things about each other, like how you need to have a snack before bed and how I sometimes talk in my sleep (I had no idea I did that. I’m so sorry. That must be so annoying).

You turned the page again to now find the letter “B” and some text, but this time, the page was a darker gray, instead of white.


I’m still angry at myself for letting this happen– the time I forgot your birthday. And not just any birthday, but your 18th.

God, I still remember the look on your face when you walked up to me that day in school. At that point, I hadn’t realized what had happened. But I had asked how your weekend was, and then you said that you had your birthday dinner with your family. At first, I thought you just had it early, but then I put everything together– the tone you were using, the look on your face– I had forgotten your birthday. I remember the blood rushing from my face as I tried to justify that it was currently the 18th and your birthday was the next day, and that I hadn’t forgotten it like the idiot I am, but you shook your head as I checked the date on my phone. It was the 21st. I had missed it by two days. I felt like such a shit boyfriend.

You stopped reading for a second as you recalled Dan’s face the moment he realized he had forgotten. He had looked mortified. You knew it was an honest mistake– Dan was never all that good at remembering dates anyway.

But, you forgave me and still let me make it up to you, which I greatly appreciated because I knew you weren’t happy with me.

You were confused as the next page was back to white.


I guess this is where all of this started– the camping trip of 2008.

You immediately smiled thinking back to that trip.

We had gone with a group of about ten people and had four tents to share. Naturally, everyone had already split up into groups before we got there, leaving the two of us to share a tent. I had nothing wrong with sharing a tent with you, I just didn’t know you all that well.

We had spent the rest of the day setting up the tents, exploring a little, and then making food by the fire. I don’t even think either of us got any sleep that night, which sucked because we went hiking the next day– we just spent the entire night talking. But by the end of the trip, I guess that sleepless night was worth it because we realized how much in common we had and we had made plans to go on a date that following Saturday.


Dogs. Just dogs. I don’t think this one needs an explanation.

He was right; it didn’t.

The next page was completely black with white text.


I know I have thanked you for this already, but I just want you to know how appreciative I am of you always being there during my existential crises. And I know I joke about them a lot now by saying, “oh no, here comes another existential crisis. Time to go lay on the floor,” but you were always there when they were really bad a couple of years ago. So thank you, because without you, that would have been very difficult to overcome.

Now you understood. The colors of the pages reflected whether they were good or bad memories, or somewhere in between.

The next page was back to white.


Did you really think I’d skip on the opportunity to talk about Formula 1 and Kanye? But in all seriousness, I appreciate that you tolerate me ranting about them, even if you don’t particularly enjoy it. We’re our own people, but we’re our own people together. I hope you get what I’m trying to say.

As you continued reading, you reflected on how the two of you skipped prom to have a small holiday in Paris, how he loves having lazy days around the house, and the time you went to Reading festival.

And before you knew it, you were nearing the end.


What the hell starts with x? Xylophone? X-ray? What a stupid letter.

You laughed as you read that. But you had to agree though– what the hell was up with ‘x’?

The next page was dark gray.


I’m glad that we’ve only had one fight in the seven years that we’ve been together, but I must say it is one of my least favorite memories, if not the worst. I don’t even know what the fight was about anymore. I just know there was a lot of yelling and that it was my fault. But I’m glad that we can now have calm conversations about things that have been bothering us, or even joke about them at times.

You remembered what the fight was about.

“It was because you had been so caught up in work for so long that you started to ignore my texts and phone calls for days on end,” you pointed out.

“What was?” he asked, his attention clearly on something else at the moment.

“The fight.”

“Oh, right.”

It wasn’t pretty either– four years of petty frustrations were all let go of at the same time. Nothing was thrown, but there was a lot of shouting and crying on both sides because you both thought that the relationship was ending after four years. You remembered that in order to cool down a bit, you had left to go stay with a friend for the night. But the next morning, you went back over to Dan’s place where the two of you discussed the issue in a civil manner.

The final page was back to white.


Out of all of the places for us to go on a first date, I think the zoo was probably one of the best choices. Going to the cinema or going out to dinner are so overdone. Why would someone choose to sit in a dark quiet room while they could be feeding giraffes?

As you got closer and closer to the bottom of the page as you continued reading, you noticed that Dan was getting more and more fidgety. He was bouncing his leg up and down as well as fixing his hair every ten seconds. You decided to ignore it and continued reading.

But, the book wasn’t over. You realized there were still a few pages left. You turned the page to find only two sentences.

You probably noticed that the letter “W” was missing. But there’s a reason for that…

You turned back a couple of pages just to check. Lo and behold, “W” was missing, and you hadn’t even realized since you were too engrossed. You turned the page to see the giant letter, similar to the others. It sort of bothered you that it was out of order, but you knew that Dan probably had a very good reason for doing so. Next to the letter was some text.


When we had first started talking during that camping trip–about embarrassing childhood stories, what we feared the most, and what our dreams were, I knew you were something special, but I didn’t realize just how important you would become to me.

But as we became closer over the next couple of months, I knew that you were someone I wanted to keep in my life for a while. And that feeling didn’t change as the years wore on. I’ve fallen in love with everything you are, and never want to spend my life without you.

Will you marry me?

You read that last line over and over again just to make sure you were processing the words correctly. Once you realized you had, the shock set in. Marriage. Dan wanted to marry you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You hadn’t seen this coming at all. I mean, sure, you had been together for a long time and you had thought a lot about marrying Dan, but the two of you had never discussed it.

You looked over at him as he was getting off of the couch to kneel in front of you with a velvet box in hand.

“I love you so incredibly much. Will you–” he began, but then scrunched up his face before he violently sneezed. “–marry me?”

“Of course I’ll marry you, you goon,” you laughed.

He delicately slid the ring onto your finger before you stood up to kiss him. But before you could, you ended up stumbling backwards and pulling Dan with you as you fell back onto the sofa.

“You’re crushing me,” you muttered as he landed on top of you.

“Sorrysorrysorry. This whole thing is just a complete disaster,” he apologized as the two of you sat up.

“No, it’s not. It’s perfect,” you smiled before kissing him. You then rested your head against his arm.

After a few minutes, Dan patted you lightly on the leg. “We need to leave soon if we still want to make it to dinner in time for our reservation.”

You looked up at him. “Could we– I hate to ruin the plan– but would you mind if we just ordered a pizza or something?”

“You know I can’t say no to pizza.”

Later, while the two of you ate pizza and watched a movie, you turned to Dan and said, “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t use Comic Sans.”

“Oh, trust me. I thought about it.”

Ninety percent of my roles, I’ve had to fight for. It’s only a really small percentage of people who get handed roles. But that can be quite scary. The good thing about auditioning is that you get to test yourself and see if you can play this character—you’re also auditioning yourself. I enjoy seeing what the chemistry is between the people you might be working with. It’s not all bad having to audition, there can be benefits.

element-104  asked:

Rory <3 for the OCs Tagged Names questions :)

Full Name: Aurora Monroe
Gender and Sexuality: Female - Straight
Pronouns: She/her
Ethnicity/Species: Ferelden/White/Human
Birthplace and Birthdate: Unknown and she is 30 after the begining of DAI
Guilty Pleasures: Booze and a flare for the dramatics
Phobias: Anything the threatens her life, and Templars who accuse her of treachery 
What They Would Be Famous For: Oh.. I know what it will be… you will have to read about what happens at Adamant to find out. It’s been a carefully guarded secret for a lot of her life, only a small handful of people know it, but soon it will be out.
What They Would Get Arrested For: lol… probably having to do with what she will be famous for… if circles are reinstated… or Izzy/Cullen/Leliana/Barris deem her too dangerous before hand.
OC You Ship Them With: She doesn’t have an OC ship, she was with Ser Graegoir for about 10 years, now she is falling for Ser Barris
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: That fucking Templar prick who keeps harassing her, he has alreayd tried - almost succeeded, too.
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: she reads so much for work, she doesn’t really read for pleasure, but I would see her getting into action/adventure.
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: It would probably be david and goliath type themes.
Talents and/or Powers: She is mage, she has force powers and some strong fire power… she is severely lacking in healing abilities, she can heal minor cuts and bruises but nothing more.
Why Someone Might Love Them: She is beautiful, and well… if they don’t want someone stable… lol… they might enjoy riding her crazy train.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: She has a real snippy mouth on her. She likes to keep most people at arms length, so she can be fairly rude if she doesn’t trust you, which is like… almost everyone.
How They Change: I think she will learn that she can trust and put her guard down. Not everyone is out to get her, the world is changing.
Why You Love Them: Because she is so flawed. She doesn’t make good decisions when she panics, she questions everything, she believes no one. She thinks the world is a dark evil place full of people who want to fear her, kill her, or make her tranquil. I love her because she is my sad, broken girl, and I want to treat her that she can be happy.

Thanks for asking!

tagging @ma-sulevin because she also asked for aurora <3

OC ask meme

anonymous asked:

you’ve mentioned collecting records so i was wondering if you have any tips for someone wanting to get into it. thanks and keep up the beautiful blog!

!! thank you so much !!


  • Start off with decent equipment. I have nothing against Crosleys, if what you’re looking for is an aesthetically pleasing decor object, or a cheap way to listen to your 3 already banged up records. But if you’re serious about vinyl in any way, get something that is kinder on your records, and allows you to listen to them properly. I highly recommend getting second-hand equipment to start off with - even if it’s not working perfectly, getting it fixed will end up being cheaper than a Crosley, with 10 times the quality and durability.
  • Avoid big secondhand sellers. These people know what they’re doing, and you’re not gonna get a bargain from them. Only a good idea if you’re looking for something so obscure they won’t realise its value. 
  • Build a rapport with the small sellers at flea markets. Compliment them on their collections, talk about the music you like - just be a nice, friendly person, and make sure they know you’re in it to LISTEN to the records, not to sell them on. I’ve had people stash away their best records so I could get first pick. Records are not just expensive, they also tend to have emotional value, and knowing and respecting that will get you all sorts of bargains and preferential treatment. 
  • Explore! If you go looking with a little list in hand, you’re going to get disappointed a lot. Take a chance on things you’ve never listened to before, talk to sellers, and buy stuff you’re not normally into. Collecting vinyl is more about discovering new music to me than it is about acquiring physical objects.
  • Buy new records sparingly, especially in the beginning. I /love/ getting new vinyl, but it’s expensive as hell. Don’t invest until you know it’s a hobby that’s for you. I see so many people start out with a Crosley and a big Urban Outfitters bag full of shiny new records, and I just… do not… understand that…

I hope that was helpful, and if you have any specific questions hmu!

Endangered (-0.5/25)

I don’t have a good explanation for this, except that @calidiousglope​ drew me a super cool android!Dirk and then I wrote a small essay in the tags and got ideas, and suddenly the first half of chapter one got re-written with the roles reversed, so yeah, here’s a quick android!Dirk and human!Hal in the Endangered-verse. I ran out of steam before I got to the pesterlog, sorry D:

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Dancing On My Own Pt.6 (Finale 2/2)

IT.IS.FINALLY.OVER. @tiffcoups​ 
Thank you to everyone who has stuck by this (not so) mini series. You all have been so supportive and I am deeply apologetic if this has taken me so long to finish.

I hope you all enjoy and stay tuned because I’ll be uploading another story about our favourite father of 12, based on a How To Train Your Dragon Au request. I haven’t forgotten about you httyd anon! T^T

-Admin Plum
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6.1

(I apologise for the crap poster >.>)

Cars whizz past you and the onslaught of people rushing to get home only served to increase the noise surrounding you, but none of it made a difference. All you could focus on was him, standing underneath the dim lit streetlamp, hurt flashing in his eyes.

You frown behind your scarf, surveying Seunghoon’s form. His head hung low as he held the golden ring in his hand. It felt like an eternity before he pocketed the small band and shot you a shaky smile. He was trying not to break down for your sake and it broke you to see him like that.

He needed someone who returned his feelings; not someone who was pretending for selfish reasons. There was no denying that you valued his friendship. He was always there when you needed him, patiently picking up the pieces the one before him had shattered. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could never be able to finish job. You knew it and so did he. You both pretended it was possible  but you couldn’t do that anymore.

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