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Dating Yuta

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

*coming soon

A/N: Finally added another one, I got a bit carried away with this and it basically became a proper scenario lmao 


  • The ‘womaniser’  
  • Obviously
  • In his senior year
  • Like he knows he can get any girl he wants bc he knows they all fucking love him
  • He definitely takes advantage of that
  • Took WinWin under his wing when he transferred bc he was once the 'new kid’  when he moved from Japan
  • Knows the struggles so he kind of mentors WinWin  
  • Fucks Hansol off to spend time with WinWin
  • Hansol ain’t too happy about that tho but we’ll save that for his lmao  
  • Anyway..
  • Maths?
  • Yeah he’s failing that  
  • Needs a tutor but can never be bothered bc he’s too busy making all the girls swoon with that fUCKING SMILE  
  • UGHHHHHHH
  • That’s when his maths teacher approached you her favourite pupil
  • the star student  
  • A’s across the board
  • Maths being your speciality  
  • Hence why your maths teacher adored you  
  • After class one day, she asked to talk to you
  • Ofc you obeyed lord you never ignored the teachers word
  • “Would you mind tutoring one of my other students? They’re falling behind and you’re honestly my last hope Y/N.”
  • You were hesitant at first but agree to it.
  • As you are leaving you only just thought to ask who it was you’d be seeing that afternoon in the library.  
  • “Nakamoto Yuta, he’s upperclassman.”  
  • *~fuck~*  
  • You knew exactly who he was. He was notorious for hitting on the more impressionable junior girls. Which you were one of
  • You nod slightly and once the door closes your become a internally screaming mess.  
  • “YUTA, FUCKING NAKAMOTO YUTA! I AM TUTORING HIM. ALONE. IN THE LIBRARY. WHAT IF HE TRIES SOMETHING?”
  • The rest of that day until the last bell, you couldn’t concentrate  
  • Mind speeding at 160KMPH
  • You headed to the library and saw a head of artificially coloured dirty blonde hair
  • You edged towards him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly, He spun around and beamed brightly at you with his heart fluttering smile shit
  • “I’m here to tutor you.” You stated sheepishly as you moved around to the other side of the desk.
  • “I know, I asked for you.” He continued to smile brightly, you shot him a coy little smile before grabbing your text books from your bag and sprawling them out on the table, as a quirky Yuta in the corner of your eye.
  • After about an hour and a half, you knew he was paying attention
  • You could see in the corner of your eye him looking at your rather than the book and the questions
  • You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t any longer
  • “Are you even listening?” You turned to him to see him resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he looked at you.
  • “You want the truth?”
  • “Yeah..”  
  • “Nope.” He cracked yet  a n o t h e r  killer smile at you
  • “Well, I think we’re done for the day.” You began to gather the books, annoyance slipping into your tone of voice.
  • “I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked away briefly before looking back at you. “I promise I’ll pay attention tomorrow, okay.”
  • “Oh really?” You questioned.
  • “Yeah.”
  • “What’s the catch?” You called his bluff. He raised his hands in defeat.
  • “You got me. But dinner on Friday. Surely that isn’t a bad trade. I let you teach me, and at the end of each week on Friday you come out with me.” He had a smug look on his face but it was over taken with innocence in his eyes.  
  • “Deal.”  
  • How bad could it be?  
  • Well…
  • After about 3 weeks of tutoring him, he stuck to his promise of actually paying attention, tho he still intervened by teasing you every so often; tickling you, hiding you phone etc
  • Friday’s became your favourite day of the week
  • They already were bc the last day of school before the weekend
  • But now it was your favourite for a different reason
  • It was when you got to see the real Yuta
  • He showed more of his soft and caring side on those Fridays away from school  
  • You felt lost whenever he was off ill from school
  • Like it sounds ridiculous  
  • But you felt lost without him when he wasn’t there
  • You eventually even started hanging around with him during the actual school day
  • You practically adopted WinWin
  • You’d fix the collar of his shirt if it was uneven
  • You’d bring him snacks into school
  • Which would result in Yuta whining bc he doesn’t get any and your excuse for that is “He’s younger and needs to eat a lot to grow.” He’s not, you just liked babying him
  • Hansol basically became your best friend
  • You’d always talk to him at lunch  
  • Again, Yuta would get jaelous and try to get your attention  
  • You knew all too well he was jealous, you just loved teasing him
  • Exams were coming up
  • The closer that got, the more desperate Yuta was to study  
  • He really did work hard  
  • And you adored his motivation  
  • You’d spend even longer in the library with him, even cancelling your fun Fridays so you could go to his house and help him cram
  • He was panicking but his nerves were always eased when your were around
  • You had such a calming affect on him
  • And no one had that kind of affect on him before
  • He never had butterflies when talking to girls before until he met you  
  • He thought you would be some easy target, that’s why he chose you to be his tutor
  • But you became so much more than that
  • He actually started to care deeply for you
  • But you had no idea..  
  • You waited nervously outside the exam for him
  • Pacing back and forth  
  • Once you saw him walk out of the exam hall, you pulled him aside
  • The look on his face didn’t seem great, he didn’t show off that amazing smile of his like you had hoped  
  • You hugged him tightly, the sudden affection struck him and he felt his knees give slightly
  • “It’ll be okay, I know you passed!” You encouraged him, earning a small smile  
  • I feel like this has turned into a proper scenario oops oh well lets go with it
  • A few weeks after the exam, you were sat at home watching TV and you heard a loud knock on your front door
  • When you opened it oh my god
  • You were literally tackled to the floor  
  • “I GOT A B Y/N I PASSED MATHS!” He held you tightly.
  • You felt your air ways being constricted  
  • “I knew you would Yuta, Now loosen up you’re going to suffocate me.” You chuckled
  • He let you go but bared a death grip on your hands
  • “It’s all your doing. I wouldn’t have passed it with out you honestly, it sounds so cliché but it’s so true.”  
  • “OH Yuta, stop it! I-”  
  • You were cut off by his lips connecting with your own; hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer  
  • You didn’t realise how much you wanted that to happen until it actually  happened
  • You had always thought about what his plump lips would feel like  
  • And lord
  • They were 100x’s better than you expected
  • Soft and sweet  
  • Once he pulled away he rested his forehead on your own, peppering your face with kisses  
  • Topping it off with a small kiss on the tip of your nose
  • “How about we go out this Friday on an actual date.” You suggested, not being able to wipe the smile off of your face
  • “Sure, but I always counted the other’s as dates.” Again smiling brightly at the small dusting of pink on your cheeks.
FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

Originally posted by riverdalesource

AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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A 3 year old track and MV where Namjoon teams up with DJ Soulscape for the show “4 things” where Namjoon opens up about how tough it was for him to become an idol rapper.

If you look at the English translations, the song is very honest and kind of sad. He talks about how he had to decide between the idol life and the drawbacks that come with it, and the life of an underground rapper who can only gain so much recognition

“Cuz in the family called Bangtan I’m not an only child” :’)

Just thought it needed some attention <3

Say Hello to the Fangirl: Part 3

AN: To celebrate 2,000 followers here is part 3 of Tim’s soulmark AU. This is dedicated to @birds2stones and @audreythetealovingcat  for all the awesome fanart they’ve sent me. Look for something a little special in here for you guys ;)

Words: 860

Part 1, Part 2


You thank your lucky stars that your roommate is gone as Tim freaking Drake follows you into your room. You’re both quiet as he looks around the room with curiosity. You slide onto your bed and watch him.

    He’s handsome, maybe a little too handsome. And just like that, you slip into a mental debate about not being pretty enough, or interesting enough, or good enough. You’re an art student, you don’t like business. And even you know that Tim Drake is the heir to a rather large family fortune. He’s also been surrounded by models and successful women from a young age.

And you? You’re plus size. Your tummy pooches, you prefer yoga pants to anything fancy, and you almost always have some sort of color on your hands. And then there’s his family.

    In a matter of seconds you’ve worked yourself into a nice little frenzy, when the bed dips beside you. An arm wraps around your shoulders, and you hear his voice. “Deep breaths. It’s okay.”

    You do as he says, until your mild attack subsides. You turn to face him, and when you find him watching you, you blush. He smiles. “Have you been to a doctor?” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “For your anxiety?”

    You shake your head, “I’m a broke college student, majoring in art. I don’t exactly have the money to spare for the copay.”

    He nods, “That’s a conversation to have later then. Once we’ve gotten to know each other. When I have a right to butt in.”

    “Most people would say that being soul-mates gives you that right.”

    He gives you a small smile, “I’ve been there, you know. Mental health is serious stuff, and making decisions concerning it shouldn’t be taken lightly. Ultimately they’re yours to make, but I’ll be there for you in any way possible.”

    You blink at him before saying, “Wow, we’ve known each other for all of two minutes and already have possible life changing decisions to make.”

    He smiles, “So, you’re an art major?”

    That familiar blush rises back up to your cheeks, “Yes.”

    “Can I see something? If you don’t mind showing me that is.”

    You think for a minute, “I have some stuff on my computer.”

    His eyes light up as you pull your laptop over, and open it up. And as the screen lights up, you remember too late what your screen saver is. There, in perfect clarity, is a picture of Red Robin, doing some sort of insane martial art kick. It’s an older picture, where he’s still wearing the hood.

    You move to slam your laptop closed, until you feel his chin settle on your shoulder. “So you’re a fan?” You’re fairly certain your face is as red as a lobster by this point. You wait for some disparaging comment, instead you get, “That is so cool, and since we’re soul-mates, that means you’re officially my number one fan. My brothers are going to be so jealous.”

    You turn towards him, “Brothers?”

    He smiles, “I’ll tell you all about them. I promise.”

    You nod before pulling up several pictures, and a few works in progress. You’re critical of your work, but Tim, he’s amazed. He compliments it and asks questions, and as time passes you begin to relax. You know this. You’re comfortable with this.

    Right up until your stomach growls. That’s when you realize it’s been several hours. Several hours of sitting with your soul-mate showing him and telling him about your passion. Several hours of him leaning against you, or having some sort of contact.

    He just smiles and asks, “Want to order in?”

    You just smile, lean over to your night stand, and pull out the take-out menus. He stays well past midnight; which probably isn’t the smartest decision since you have an 8 AM class the next morning. But you really can’t bring yourself to care, and you think nothing of it when you drift off to sleep, snuggled against your soulmate, while watching a movie.

    Which is why when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone tossing and turning, you’re a bit startled. You can see that he’s in some sort of nightmare. One glance at the other side of the room tells you that your roommate didn’t come back tonight. You thank God for small miracles.

Carefully, you shake Tim awake. He springs up in bed, breathing heavy and covered in sweat. He makes eye contact with you and you offer him a small smile, “Looks like we need to talk about you too.”

He nods and opens his arms. You see it then, he needs the contact, the reassurance. He’s just as insecure about this as you are. And suddenly, all the contact makes sense, that’s his form of reassurance. You wrap your arms around him and drift back to sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Tim is still fast asleep, his hair splayed over the pillow. And without a second thought, you reach over and brush it out of his face. Your only thought? It’s just a silky as you had dreamed it was.

Mile high club.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader 

Warnings- smut and swears.

Just a little something I wrote on the plane.


You had done it together about a million times before. But this one was different. This one was the flight to end all flights in the sense of the amount of sheer time. Dan had surprised you with a birthday present of a lifetime. A flight to (your choice) it was going to be a two-week excursion of sunshine and relaxation. The only problem was just the thought of sitting on a plane for that long cramped, hot and most likely near some random dude made you want to go back home and just cuddle. You and Dan had tried all you could to get seats in the same row together but I wasn’t possible. So you would be across the walkway from Dan. Not even able to hold his hand or bug him. The worst would be the lack of ability he would have to distract you from the hours of travel. 

The two of you were sitting in the terminal eating some unhealthy snack before take off. You couldn’t help but want to cuddle into him. I mean the guy did buy you an experience of a lifetime. “Daniel.”

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

Ember Headcanons

One thing that I wasn’t able to figure out about Ember’s backstory is why she was so unpopular.

She looks fairly attractive. Slim, but still curvy. She seems to be charismatic, and she’s got style. She’s not especially awkward, and if I’m right about her being a Kiss fan, that wouldn’t be an unpopular thing to like. I mean, all kinds of people can be unpopular for different reasons, but I just couldn’t see it. Then I thought of something.

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Top of the World (reader x Tony Oneshot)

Characters: reader x Tony Stark

Summary: You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for. 

Warnings: none. Just straight-up fluff! Tiny mention of sexy times I guess?

Count: 1470

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Y/N: This was written in honor of the lovely @beccaanne814-blog !! Happy Birthday, my darling Becca!! I’m so happy to know you and I really hope you enjoy this fic. I love you!! Any feedback is appreciated, as always. It’s been a heck of a week, but I’m heading out of town in a few days for a much-needed break. There might be writing? Hopefully? I appreciate you all!! 

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Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Consciousness slowly seeped into the edges of your mind, taking its sweet time. You loved mornings like this: waking with no jarring alarm or rude phone calls. You had turned your phone off last night just for this purpose. Parting your lashes to test the brightness of day, you stretched lazily and felt a happy flutter when your hand brushed against the warm, solid body beside you. He must have slipped into bed in the early hours, never one to believe that nighttime meant sleep time.

You rolled onto your side to face him, taking in his handsome features in their relaxed state. He looked younger when he slept, more vulnerable. Part of you thought you should let him sleep, but then you decided against it. This was your day. You got to do whatever you wanted.

With a devilish smile, you began to trace the patterns of his unique facial hair. He was meticulous about it and you swore he either shaved once every hour or had invented some way to keep selective areas from growing whiskers. Even in these early hours, it was perfect. As he registered your light but noticeable touch on his skin, his brow furrowed in dislike.

“Mm. Quit it,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Nope,” you grinned.

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sense8 headcanons (pt. 6)

in which @wonderrbat asked me this morning whether or not i thought different ships in the cluster would have kids and then things got out of hand lol.  blame her.

  • will and riley are much more careful about not getting pregnant by accident given riley’s past.  will has kind of always wanted children, but he would never ask.  not after the memories riley shared about luna.  i think eventually, though, after they are safe from bpo for a while and things settle down, riley would be ready to try again and ask will if he wanted to.  will cries with joy.
  • the pregnancy isn’t as hard for riley to get through as she is afraid it will be.  but when she is going into labor, riley gets scared.  she is vulnerable and her only thoughts are just prayers that nothing will happen to their baby.  will is there the whole time, holding her hand and reminding her that he loves her with everything he has.
  • the rest of the cluster are there in some capacity when riley is giving birth as well, lending her their strength and love.  they all feel her giving birth, and it’s painful for all of them, but together they know they’ve been able to do anything.
  • (that doesn’t stop lito from going “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME I AM TOO GAY FOR THIS I DIDN’T DESERVE THIS” but he gets over himself lol)
  • will is the best dad okay.  no details needed here.  he just is.
  • i feel like if kala and wolfgang have kids, it’s without really planning it.  kala would be nervous at first about telling wolfgang, both because of his past with his family and because wolfgang has never exactly mentioned wanting to have a family of his own.  but when kala tells him, wolfgang just kind of melts?  he’s overwhelmed but so, so happy.
  • because of her family, nomi hadn’t really considered having kids.  but amanita grew up on a commune with tons of other children.  she loves kids and has always wanted a large family.  after a long talk, nomi decides she can’t possibly be worse than her own parents and she wants to make amanita happy, so they try.
  • amanita decides she is willing to go the whole nine yards and get pregnant rather than them adopting.  (not that there’s anything wrong with adopting at all, but amanita has always kind of wanted to try things the natural way, at least for their first kid.)  they decide the most logical choice for sperm donors would be one of the men within the cluster.  there’s some debate as to who it’s going to be at first.  (it’s not like they don’t all have some great genes to pass on.)  in the end, though, it ends up being lito.  he and hernando have always wanted kids, but adopting as a same-sex couple in mexico is nearly impossible.  so this ends up being perfect for all of them.
Ketchup (Adventure Time)

It’s definitely been a while, since we’ve had an episode with both Marceline and BMO interacting with each other, hasn’t it?

Not only is this episode interesting in that we haven’t seen the two characters talk to each other in a while, but this is officially the 2nd episode that features guest-animation by “Alex Butera & Lindsay Small”, who are known for creating the web cartoon series called “Baman Piderman”, in which are a parody of crudely drawn shorts featuring Batman & Spider-Man.

The first episode that Lindsay & Alex guest-animated was the Season 7 episode called “Beyond the Grotto” which featured 7 minutes of their animation, while still being written by the AT crew.

This episode has much more animation by them and is still written by AT veterans, Seo Kim & Somvilay Xayaphone and they managed to deliver another fantastic episode that is funny, adorable and emotional, all at the same time!

The episode begins with BMO dropping by Marceline’s house trying to take down vampires, but Marceline tells them that happened 6 months ago and she tells BMO to look at an old USB drive she found, which BMO says will take a while to load.

While they wait for the USB to download, BMO tells Marcy the story of when Finn, Jake and it travelled through the sea, but says it involved a cat and a blue jay, which was guest voiced by none other than the creator of Regular Show, “J.G. Quintel”, who also voices a certain blue jay in that show!

Marceline then tells the story that happened during the events of the previous miniseries, that involved “Rock Star Girl” and “Lollipop Girl”, in which they tried to save each other from the magic, but couldn’t help each other, in which made Rock Star Girl sad that she couldn’t help Lollipop Girl.

The USB ends up downloading and we get to see photos of young Marceline with her mother.

Marceline gets very sad and asks BMO to tell a story about a child and the moon, which Marcy then thanks BMO for telling her, as it starts to make her remember the times she spent with her mom.

This episode had a great mix of comedy and drama!

The guest-animation by the Baman Piderman creators was very solid, just like how it was in Beyond the Grotto and really suits the style of Adventure Time.

Their squiggly art always reminds of another classic CN series, being Ed, Edd n Eddy, in which that show was all kinds of comedy and expressive animation.

Not to completely ignore all the other guest-animated AT episodes, but all of the other episodes were also written by the guest animator and A Glitch is a Glitch, Food Chain and Bad Jubies are all very enjoyable as their own unique episodes!

The only one I just thought was pretty weak and not really that fun was Water Park Prank and that one just had a style that didn’t suit the world of Ooo or characters of the show.

To get back onto Ketchup, I really loved the humor of how both BMO and Marcy exaggerate their recaps of the previous events of the show and it serves as how you do a flashback episode, done right, without the need of recycling footage, in which a lot of shows would do.

Another great example of a recap / flashback episode would be Avatar’s Ember Island Players, in which the characters see a reenactment of what happened during the course of the show, which I think was one of the best uses of a re-telling of past events.

One of my favourite jokes was how the blue jay in BMO’s story was a direct reference to Regular Show, which was another fantastic series that premiered the same year as Adventure Time, only it has now come to its end.

It even starts to quote Mordecai, which is another great nod to J. G. Quintel’s voice!

It’s great to see more Bubbline shipping come into this episode and how close Marceline feels to Bonnie, even if it meant trying to save her from the elemental magic.

The ending of the episode is what truly stands out and I hope we get to see Marcy’s mother, one last time before the end of the series.

With one episode we know called “Marcy and Hunson”, I’m sure we’ll get to have more episode  or more focusing on Marceline’s parents before the grand finale.

I just really want to hear Rebecca Sugar’s lovely voice, from when she voiced Marcy’s mother in Stakes.

And speaking of Stakes, I’m actually surprised that the events of the Stakes miniseries only occurred just 6 months ago, according to Marceline. 

Even though the episodes aired like two years ago, it just bothers me how Cartoon Network only airs these episodes at such random and extended periods of times, so it feels like time has passed much longer than in the actual timeline of the series.

It just pains me how CN treated this series, that has such a big following and critical praise.

A solid episode, with a heartfelt ending! I hope this isn’t the last we see of Marceline and her mother.

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Kino (heaven 2) ~translation~ (Eng and Esp)

This translation was made by @dj-diabolik-fan~

La traducción esta en español abajo de todo~

Heaven 1


Place: Kino’s Room

Yui: (Kino is always on his phone. Is a pity since we are together, how boring…)
Yui: Haa…
Kino: What’s going in for you to sigh in that form?
Yui: …Nothing.

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