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a prisoner to my ribs // shin soukoku week day 1

summary:  People always say don’t go into the woods at night, but there are those who are not given the choice.  Few follow it up with the more important warning: beware those you meet along the way. 

prompt:  fairy tale/moonlight

notes:  title is from werewolf heart by dead man’s bones

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anonymous asked:

Wait, wait. I'm genuinely confused by the whole "Joseph's a dumbass" stuff. Like, his entire shtick was reading the moves of stronger opponents whenever they got too cocky. You also can't be a dumbass to pull off many of the tricks Joseph's pulled. Just?? I understand him acting like a dumbass 'cause of how silly he can be but he's not dumb?? HE BECOMES A REAL ESTATE TYCOON; YOU CAN'T BE DUMB IN THAT FIELD.

The people who say these things generally aren’t actually thinking about what’s depicted in canon; they’re drawing from fanon, which is drawn from more fanon, and generally what you get is a very watered down version of his character that only has two traits: being rude and cracking jokes.

like a butterfly~ pt.25

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- Paradise -

“Wake up, Oppa.” That’s what Jungkook hears as wakes up from an already disappearing dream. A very soothing voice. “Oppa, you’re going to be late.”

He opens his eyes and sees her sitting next to him on the bed with bright eyes. She smiles as soon as she sees he had woken up. “Ah, good, you’re awake.”

Scooting back, she almost gets off before he can catch her hand into his. “Five more minutes.” She raises her brows at him. “Two?”

“Two?” She thinks about it for a second. “But only two. One hundred and twenty seconds. I’m counting.”

He smiles with his eyes closed as he pulls her near, keeping the blanket between them. It’s the morning. He never wants to compromise her in any situation even if it’s natural for him.
The hand on his back begins to stroke his back. “If you keep this up, I will fall back asleep.”

Her movements halt. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

He chuckles deeply in his throat as she continues to count a few number but then fades off as she snuggles closer.

“Does it happen every morning?” She questions quietly, almost shy to ask but still curious enough.

“Yeah,” he answers slowly. Of course, she wouldn’t be awkward about it or she wouldn’t have let him into the bathroom while she was bathing. She also makes it comfortable enough for him. “It’s really annoying.”

“Mhm,” she pats his back consolingly. “Well… nature.” He shakes from silent laughter. She can’t really help him or give him advise but she is still trying.


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Coaching Fees
  • Yuuri: Hey, Victor, are we ever going to talk about your coaching fees?
  • Victor: Oh. Yes. Here's my bill. *pulls a sheet of paper out of nowhere and hands it to Yuuri*
  • Yuuri: ....this is just a list of kinks.
  • Victor: ..............and?
  • ----
  • Victor: If you like, you can also do these chores to help pay off more *hands another sheet of paper*
  • Yuuri: It only says your name.
  • Victor: Tee-hee
  • ----
  • Victor: You could just pay the $200,000, but I figure you're the type to work off his debts.
  • Yuuri: *strips* lets start at the top

Bioware I am calling you out. On what planet do you think it is okay to give plaidweave, the most ungodly piece of cloth to ever grace my inquisitor’s bosom, a cloth so horrible that there is literally only one character in the entire game who can actually pull it off, a higher texture resolution than some of the other, better patterned cloths in the game? The maker didn’t turn his back on his children, you did.

The Montreal Canadiens just lost 10-0 to the Blue Jackets and all I can think is Bad Bob’s live tweeting

If they get one more goal I’m unretiring just to show you how it’s done

Let’s all just pretend this isn’t happening

@canadiensMTL give me Therrien’s job and you won’t even have to pay me

@canadiensMTL in fact, I’ll pay you to let me take over as coach

[frustrated french]

This is the only way I’m going to accept this score [picture of the game with the bruins logo poorly photoshopped over the habs’]

It’s not against the rules if you’re desperate enough: RT @generichockeyfantwittername “Jack Z’s from MTL get him to play one period just so it’s not a shutout”

What if we wrapped cling film around the net so the puck can’t get in?

I should have turned the tv off by now, but therrien should have pulled montoya so

[angry french]

Remember when the leafs were the shitty canadian team? I miss those days

Half the people following the tweets are expecting some sort of backlash for the complaints about Therrien but all that happens is the hashtag #badbobforcoach starts trending

  • JJ: Hey Kitten
  • Yurio: What the fuck do YOU want?
  • JJ: Why is Otabek only talking to you?
  • Yurio: I'm obviously better than you
  • JJ: *Gasps* That can't be true
  • Otabek: What can't be true?
  • JJ: The kitten is better than me?
  • Otabek: Yuri is definitely better than you.
  • JJ: *Stomps off*
  • Yurio: Thanks...
  • Yurio: *Reaches out to hug Otabek*
  • Otabek: *Pulls Yurio as close to himself as possible*

You guys, we’re all like fucking John Watson in the Empty Hearse, mad about the cruel joke played on us, pulling the old man beard off Apple Tree Yard because we thought it was Sherlock in disguise, only to immediately clean ourselves up and go back to Baker Street because we’re hooked, Sherlock is like a drug and we can’t stay away for more than ONE FUCKING DAY because we know the game is on what the FUCK is happening to all of us FUCK YOU DERREN BROWN

Flowing Tensions *Joker*

Prompt: Well, I have a Joker smut request. So the reader and joker have sexual tension that has never been acted upon until one day when the joker can’t handle it anymore and ties up the reader and blindfolds her and fuck her being extremely rough.

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: None

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‘That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year,’ said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn’t gone off chasing dragons.’
— 

Sorcerers Stone, chapter 10

Can you imagine Charlie reading in one of his letters from home that Ginny has been practicing quidditch plays nearly every day? How, the moment she’s done with her lessons, Ginny is out the door and borrowing his brothers’ the old brooms in the shed? Not only that, but she’s good. Shockingly good for her age.

So Charlie starts writing her. Letters telling Ginny about the dragons in Romania and occasionally dropping hits in how to balance better or pull out of a risky dive. When his parents and Ginny come to visit him that Christmas he gives her his old copy of Quidditch Through The Ages for her gift. Molly scrunches her nose as Ginny reads hungrily, asking him about with the notes and doodles he’d scribbled into the margins from his time as the Gryffindor seeker and the team captain. And when they get home Ginny practices even harder, until the blisters on her hands turn to calluses

Then years later when she earns a spot on the Gryffindor team as chaser Charlie demands a play-by-play of every game. Between her, Ron, and the twins he jokes with the other wizards and witches at the dragon sanctuary that he almost has a full quidditch team.

When the war is over Charlie gets an excited letter from Harry explaining that the Holyhead Harpies are trying to recruit her. Halfway through the letter he whoops with joy and announces to anyone that will listen that Ginny will be the next Gwenog Jones. Whenever the Harpies have a game Charlie checks and double checks that a wizard wireless nearby to hear the game.

Not even the dragons are enough to shut him up when his baby sister is mentioned scoring a goal (although several disgruntled dragons try).

Charlie and Ginny talking quidditch whenever there’s a family meal and he’s in attendance, even after she retires as a professional athlete. Because Charlie’s joy and excitement in regards to Ginny’s success as a quidditch player is second only to Harry.

Enough

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,137

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been married for two years. Somewhere during that time, things started to go wrong. Now you’re trying to leave. But can you?

Originally posted by baekhyunsama


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the throat after the scream,
bloody, ripped raw—
i know, i know,
i’ve been there.
i’ve called it home.

pressing the thumb to the bruise
to see if it hurts—
because it hurts,
because i want to be
the only cause of my pain. 

i could tell you stories 
about losing control
of the body,
about my skin not
being my own.

how it’s all nothing until

it’s the mouth stuffed fast
with cotton, and the

limbs pulled clean off
and a

mouth
on your mouth
that you can’t see.

—  Emily Palermo, UNFORGIVEN. 

Am I the only jungkook stan who miss seing his real eyes ? I know lenses are good….but I feel like jungkook’s natural sparkle is missing whenever he has those large lenses on. Idk if you get what I mean ? His natural eyes give him that natural charming “jungkook” aura that no one else can pull off . Lenses are for performances but he’s been wearing them so much these days T_T jungkookie pls let me see the eyes I fell for….

Imagine not being able to find a motel to stay in, so you and the boys have to sleep in Baby...

Originally posted by kayaka11

“Dean we have checked every hotel, they are all booked.” You reminded as Dean once again lapped the small Minnesota town to try and find a place where they could get two beds and a couch. 

“This is a small ghost town practically, how can all the rooms be full.” He grunted at you 

“Well seeing how there is only one hotel, and it looks like it is a hotel for druggies and whores, it isn’t all that shocking.” You sassed back as he looked at you through the rearview mirror. 

Your hair was pulled into a ponytail, and your face had a natural glow to it. Even though you weren’t making eye contact with him he could tell that they had their normal sparkle to them, and they were just as hypnotic to him as always. 

 "Maybe we should just pull off to the side of the road, sleep in baby for the night.“ Sam suggested as his head rested against the window. 

"No Sam we are findin…" 

"Listen D, we are all exhausted and it’s late, and I just want to sleep. So can we please just pull over.” Sam groaned at his brother, who knew that his brother was being honest with him. 

So he proceeded to pull out of the town and over to a safe spot where no one was likely to brother the trio in the impala. 

“Thank you, now if you could so kindly move your ass so I can lay down that would be wonderful.” Sam instructed as Dean exited the driver door, and leaned against the car, he then heard the back door open and shut and knew a presence was next to him, “why don’t you take the back, we have all had a rough day and you look like you could use some sleep." 

 "What about you, like you said we all had a rough day.” He asked as you shrugged your shoulders. 

“I am short enough I could probably curl up and sleep in the trunk, as long as you keep it open slightly so I can get some air.” You joked 

“Yea so what, the police can open it easier and accuse us of kidnapping you." 

"If you kidnapped me, why would you leave the trunk open for me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the older Winchester.

“Why don’t we just share the back seat, I can sit on the left and you…" 

"Or you can just lay on the seat and I can lay on you?” You suggested thinking he would never agree to that, however you had no idea that at the very suggestion his heart beat sped up and he was fully on board. 

“Ok, just let me get the blankets out of the trunk, I am sure Sammy will want one at some point. 

"Yea yea okay.” You smiled, happy that he agreed to your crazy plan. 

Once he had covered Sam partly with the blanket he laid down on the cool leather seats, and waited for you to climb atop him and settle down. 

 "Maybe I should just take the…“ 

"Nonsense it will be fine.” He insisted as you slowly got in the car, shut the door and laid on top of Dean, his chest providing you with a warm, gun powder and whiskey scented pillow as he pulled the blanket slightly up to cover you and wrapped your torso up in his embrace. You smiled at the advantage of being able to hear his heart rate freaking out, since your’s was probably doing the same, but he would never know. 

“You know Dean, If your heart is going to keep me up all night then maybe I will just curl up with Sam.” You whispered as you felt his grip tighten a bit, as though he feared you would actually leave. 

“Well I am sorry I can’t control how fast it beats when I have a beautiful woman laying on me." 

"Well as long as little Dean doesn’t pitch a tent by my leg I will be ok.” You joked before falling into a deep silence, and soon into a comfortable sleep. 

When Sam woke up his watch said it was about nine o'clock, and the bunker was still a ways away. He slowly sat up and peered in the seat behind his, and smiled to himself. For in the backseat was his brother, his face turned to the side and his mouth slightly opened, snores leaving the cavern known as his mouth. One arm rested against the floor as the other laid across the bump under the blanket. [Y/N]’s face was facing the back of the leather seats, however you had one arm tucked under your head, and gently rested on Dean’s peck muscle, as the other hand was wrapped around his neck. To Sam you both looked too cute to wake up, so he quickly snapped a photograph on your disposable camera in the glove box and prayed you were both in a deep enough sleep to not awake when he started the impala and started towards home. 

 About half way there Dean woke up, the sound of the impala filling his ears, when he tried to get up to investigate though he felt a weight on his chest, and immediately thought of what supernatural creature would have enough power to hold him down and make so that he couldn’t get back up. And then he heard your barely audible moan as you shifted slightly on his chest, suddenly the memories all came back to him, and he slowly started to panic, not because the car was moving but because you were so close. 

 "Well good morning sleepy head.“ Sam chimed from the driver’s seat. 

 "What time is it?" 

"Almost noon. I’d say we have another two- three hours to go." 

 "Oh. Has…" 

"She hasn’t woken up yet, You two must have had fun…" 

"We didn’t do anything, we just fell asleep.” He said, rather defensively. 

“Well did you at least tell her how you feel?” Sam asked, fully aware that his brother was harboring a crush on you, and that you were harboring a crush on Dean. 

“No, like I said we just went to sleep.” His hand rose from the ground and immediately went to your back, gently rubbing it, his nose was filled with the scent of your body wash and conditioner, your body felt cool against his, and then in your sleep you mumbled, “I love you Dean." 

It was as though the world stopped, he heard you loud and clear, his eyes widening at the realization that you loved him, or at least you said you did, and in his panic he was failing to look at your fully awake form looking up at him. You pushed up a bit and kissed his jaw line, drawing the attention back to you. 

"Maybe before you talk about a girl, you should make sure she is asleep.” You smiled as Dean exhaled. And as he did you leaned forward again and kissed him. 

 And finally your life felt right.

How You Sleep (Supernatural Preferences)

Dean Winchester:

Originally posted by justdrethings

He never wants either of you to have to get up in the morning, because that means leaving the warm and safe comforts of your bed. He holds you close to evade both yours and his nightmares everynight and silently whisperes your name as he sleeps. You sleep in his chest, the steady beating of his heart beneath your ear reminding you he is alive and well. His hands run up and down the course of your back as your both lie in the darkness. You both silently hope the morning will never come.

Sam Winchester:

Originally posted by moan-s

Your nights start out innocent enough his arm wrapped around your waist as you both drift off. It assures him you’re always there and alerts him if anything has gone wrong. It is only in the middle of the night when you wake up shaken by a nightmare you turn around and bury yourself into his chest. He doesn’t say a word and silently pulls you to him, reassuring you nothing can hurt you here. His arms will always be your safe place, your home.

Castiel:

Originally posted by moan-s

Castiel doesn’t sleep, but still enjoys laying with you until you eventually fall asleep. Every night it’s the same thing, you promising you’ll stay up with him tonight and you’ll both talk until dawn. It is only a few hours later when you’re out cold, lulled to sleep by his soft voice and gentle touch. His final act for the night is to gently pry himself from behind you and tuck you in. 

I didn’t get a chance to dress up for Halloween this year, but if I HAD…–^

Eliza and I have a lot of physical similarities, so I feel like I would be able to pull off a pretty darn good cosplay of her! (Literally the only way you can tell this is me is by the faint trace of freckles over the nose if you look close…but I think that’s a good thing ???)

Anyway, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!