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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001)

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”  


Thank you to all who participated! The survey was conducted on both tumblr and reddit and managed to compile some interesting results, so I hope you enjoy looking at the graphics, and I’d love to hear your thoughts and reactions! **click photos to enlarge**

more stats

  • gender: 51.4% male | 42.6% female | 6% other
  • location: 0.6% Africa | 7.7% Asia |  5.8% Australia | 18.3% Europe | 63.3% North America | 4.3% South America
  • age: 0.1% ages 0-9 | 7.4% ages 10-15 | 52.5% ages 16-20 | 32% ages 21-25 | 7.2% ages 26-30 | 0.8% ages 31+
  • 11.5% anime watcher | 4.8% manga reader | 83.7% both


  • check out some endeavor hate (and some endeavor love) HERE (warning: profanity, some daddy jokes, all the classic things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
  • in the fight question, bakugou appeared in the most answers by quite a large margin, followed by midoriya
  • however, for the team question, both bakugou and midoriya fell behind todoroki, tokoyami, iida, uraraka, kirishima and yaoyorozu
  • all might and aizawa were tied for a majority of the voting

Camren (looks like) kissing in the water (Part 2)

*Camila POV*

▪The first and second photos are orginal photos that I’ve not edited.

▪The third photo it was Camila photos from the Billboard Cover Shoot, I editing it by enlarging the photo, sharpening the photo, sharpening the color of the photo and brightness.
We can clearly see that Camila had a black dot (mole) on her right arm and the shape of her chin and jaw that I have circled.

▪The fourth photo is a photo of two girls kissing in the water (looks like camren), I editing it by enlarging the photo, sharpening the photo, sharpening the color of the photo and brightness.
Here we can cleary see the black dot (mole) on the girl right arm and the shape of the girl chin and jaw (I circled) that looks similar like camila.

▪The fifth photo is a photo when camila was a teenager, I circled the chin, jaw and cheek that looked a bit chubby. Please ignore everything and especially the faint black dot marks located on the right cheek because it looks similar to the photo of a girl kissing in the water!! 💀💀💀🌚😌😏 Hahahahaha …

*To edit the photos, I using applications PhotoGrid, AirBrush and Snapseed apps (I often use these three applications because the results are satisfied)👍

I do not lead you all to believe in all the evidences I have described above. But let me give you the opinion that it is 100% camren photos are kissing in the water.
You can also prove it by yourself using the same application as I use it (I do not advertise those applicantions hahaha) 😉😂😂😂

*CAMREN IS/WAS REAL ??? It all depends on your perspective 😌😘

Four Times

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Four times Peter wanted to tell you he loved you, and the first time he did

Warnings: Cuteness, swearing, bullying, mention of blood

A/N: I’m so late to this trend but I’m in a fluffy mood so here we go! Sentences in bold are texts that the reader sends, sentences in italic are texts from Peter

Originally posted by jessikaort

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(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Photographer!Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3399

Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)

Requested: Can I reguest a soulmate au with Yoongi where, when you meet your soulmate, you see color for the first time? I don’t really mind what happens, as long as it has fluff, please. Thanks! @wolvesloveyou

Summary: Yoongi never had a problem with seeing in black and white. In fact, he enjoyed it - he had fallen in love with the way the light influenced the shadows, how one cannot exist without the other. How would this young, famous photographer react when you introduce color to his world?

Notes: The reader of this AU is specifically female. I don’t like to gender my readers normally, but it was easier to choose a gender considering the descriptive nature and length of this fic. I hope you understand! The next requested fic will also have a fem!reader.

“Your work is simply beautiful, Min Yoongi. These pieces are wasted on those love-struck fools. Why someone would want to give up the beauty and simplicity of black and white, is something I cannot come to understand.” An older man, most likely in his late fourties, addressed the photographer with a shake of his head.

“I completely agree, sir. Thank you for supporting my work.” Yoongi bowed, the faintest of smiles adorning his handsome face.

“Of course! There’s no better photographer out there. I couldn’t possibly donate to an artist that doesn’t meet my wife and I’s standards.”

“Your wife?” This man had been to several of Yoongi’s exhibitions, and he had never seen a woman at his side.

“Ah,” He pushed his glasses further up his long nose, casting his gaze down onto the marble floors. “She cannot venture outside, unfortunately. My wife has chromophobia, the fear of color.” He explained, his heart heavy on his tongue.

“Chromophobia?” The young man echoed, lips pursed gently. “Isn’t that extremely rare?”

“Yes; yes, it is.” The elder finally faced Yoongi once more, distraught etched into every one of his fine lines and wrinkles. “Her father…well, he had never found his soulmate, but had the unquenchable desire to see color. When his daughter was born, he didn’t fill her head with fantastical stories of soulmates and colors - like most parents do. She didn’t go into much detail when she told me, but he made her believe that seeing colors was a sign of inferiority and evil. She was fine for most of her life, until…”

“…she met her soulmate.” Yoongi finished, his words much quieter than his normal timbre.

“Our house is completely devoid of color. It’s the least I can do, since I took her perfect world away from her. It took a long time for me to acquire everything, but she is finally at peace in our home. It’s why she loves your work so much, they capture the utter essence of light and shadow. Thank you.”

And with a deep bow, the man left, leaving Yoongi to ponder the man’s story, with only the classical music in the background as his accompaniment piece.

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Lambasting the United States’ aggression against Syria, Bolivian Ambassador to the United Nations Sacha Llorenti compared the basis for the unilateral move to former U.S. Secretary of State Colin Powell’s infamous 2003 presentation to the body, when fraudulent evidence of an alleged Iraqi weapons program was presented to justify the U.S. war on Iraq. Holding up an enlarged photo of Colin Powell’s “weapons of mass destruction” speech, Llorenti made an impassioned plea to hold the U.S. to account for Thursday’s unprovoked attack on Syria, noting the U.S. history of imperialist interventions in other nations, including Latin America. “Now the United States believe that they are investigators, they are attorneys, judges and they are the executioners. That’s not what international law is about.”

“I believe it’s vital for us to remember what history teaches us and on this occasion (in 2003), the United States did affirm, they affirmed that they had all the proof necessary to show that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction but they were never found … never were they found,” the Bolivian envoy told the emergency Security Council meeting on Friday.

easter eggs and clues

So after learning that there are numerous easter eggs in Villainous I decided to go through the episodes thoroughly on youtube and let me share with you what I found. I’m not including anything I’ve already seen a post about unless it’s significant. This is more of a “hey look at all of this” rather than a theory post.

In episode one you can see the mansion’s address on the bottom right corner of the test card:

on the walls of ep 1 I noticed these (the blueprint i saw on someone else’s post actually):

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i made some wallpapers (designed for iphone 6 but should work for any phone) inspired by my favourite studious hogwarts students. the bottom couple are a bit shabby but i think the top two are pretty buff xxxx
• please like/reblog if u use them!! they took a lil while to make n i’d love to kno if you guys like them!!
• credits go to all original photographers and artists, i am but a dumb collager
• for best quality enlarge photo, fit it to your screen and then screen shot
• also let me kno if u want anymore, i’ll def do requests xxx

One dance (M) PT2

BACKGROUND: A Lap dance with Jungkook suddenly stirs feelings both of you never thought existed between you.

AUTHORS NOTE: I finally finished it! Like I said, I can’t write smut to save my life, so if this sucks I really do apologize for those people who got their hopes up :’( I’ll do better next time, I promise. 



“Fuck me.” Jimin groans as he slams his head against the table in front of him. You stifle a laugh before thanking the waiter for your cups of coffee.

“Who told you to drink so much last night?” You scoff before taking a sip out of your iced coffee.

 "They were free shots!“ Jimin defends, staring down at his drink in disgust, the urge to throw up still resonating in him. 

While waiting for time to tick by, you end up playing with your phone while Jimin takes a quick nap in front of you. After scrolling pass the usual memes and random selfies of your friends, a set of pictures suddenly capture your attention and you all but choke on your drink as you sit up and stare wide eyed at your phone. You click the photo to enlarge it and bite your lower lip. It was a picture of you and Jungkook on the club stage last night, his hand on your waist as you ground your hips against him. The seductive smirk on your face has you cringing but then you see Jungkook’s sharp eyes trained on your face, the look of want perfectly identical to the look he had given you in his car last night. 

How could one night with one man turn your world completely upside down? 2 days ago, all you could think about was dancing and taking the lead role, but after one silly little dance all your thoughts were suddenly about him. You shake your head and clear your thoughts. It was ridiculous, you were acting like a school girl with a crush when Jungkook was probably out there somewhere not even giving you the slightest thought. 

 "Earth to Y/N.” Jimin’s voice snaps you out of you reverie and you turn to him with wide eyes as he stares at you, eyes twinkling with curiosity. 

 "Let’s head to the studio, we might be late for practice.“ He mutters before standing up and grabbing his backpack from the seat beside you. You follow after him, taking one last sip out of your drink then skipping out of the coffee shop’s doors.

 "So, I forgot to ask.” Jimin mutters innocently, placing his palm on the small of your back as you cross the street “Where’d you and Jungkook disappear to last night?" 

You bite back a hiss. You knew what Jimin was upto. You knew he was investigating, ready to tease you once he sees a sign of weakness. 

"He got dizzy so we went out to eat and get some food in him.” You shrug casually, proud at the immediate excuse that had popped up in your mind.

 "Until 4 am? Must have been some delicious food you guys were eating.“ He smiles and you resist the urge to frown at him and call him out for his double meanings.

 "Pizza is always delicious.” You nod.

“Is that what we’re calling his dick now?” And now he strikes in full force.

Your mouth hangs open as you push the doors of your studio open and glare at him. 

“What the hell, Chim." 

He lets out a hearty laugh before poking you on the stomach "Oh come on, Y/N. Quit denying it, Jungkook looked so fucking annoyed at me when he had to come pick me up and you sounded so damn breathy over the phone! Did you guys even finish?" 

"Park Jimin, if you dont cut this out, I’m killing you.” You growl, tossing your bag down on the floor as your eyes glanced around the theater room, scanning around for a specific dark haired boy.

“Fine.” Jimin rolls his eyes but suddenly steps in front of you, stopping you from avoiding him like you had originally planned to do.

“But you made out didn’t you?” He smirks and the sudden blush the covers your cheeks gives Jimin his answer as he howls out in laughter. You grit your teeth before slamming your foot down against his own. 

“Like hell I’d kiss him!” You scream in defense before turning on your heels, cheeks flaming in embarrassment as Jimin laughs even louder. You blow your hair out of your face, only to stop in your tracks when you see Jungkook standing a few feet away from you. Your heart stops a beat and just as when you were about to force your self to smile or let out a simple greeting, Jungkook walks pass you as if you hadn’t been standing there at all. Your face falls and you immediately snap your head back to watch him as he lightly pats Jimin on the shoulder as a greeting then makes his way towards the main stage.

 Had he just ignored you? You were standing in plain sight, it’d be impossible if hadn’t seen you at all. You watch as he starts stretching, eyes trained on the wall in front of him as he droned out the world around him.

So in the end, this was how you basically spent your day. Trying and failing multiple times to get Jungkook’s attention. 

It started out during the warm ups when you had intentionally stood a few feet away from him, basically staring at him every now and then, hoping he’d turn to look at you and give you at least one glance. He didn’t.
Next was during your break when you had “accidentally” dropped your bottle in front of him. Yet for some reason, Jungkook who usually never spoke to anyone during practice, called for Yugyeom to check out a dance video he saw online. You frown at his figure before plopping down on the ground and sighing. 

 "Alright, everybody pair up for the cool down.“ You hear your director announce while everyone scrambled around the room to look for their partners. You search for Jimin and immediately frown when you see him standing beside Jihyun, his arms crossed and his face displeased. 

"I have to.” He mouths at you before hissing at Jihyun when she had asked him a question. You end up smiling at him before glancing around the room once more. You hadn’t expected to lock eyes with Jungkook, hadn’t even expected him to take a step towards you, as if ready to ask you if you wanted to pair up. You had probably looked like a lost puppy in the middle of the room without Jimin being by your side. You suck in a breath as he takes another step towards you, your heartbeat speeding up erratically. But then, an arm suddenly hooks around your shoulders and you hear Hoseok sighing beside you.

 "Guess its you and me today, huh?“ He mutters and as much as you loved Hoseok, you were about ready to slam your foot against his face when you saw Jungkook retreat back to Yugyeom’s side, his eyes never making their way back to look at you again. 

 "Hoseok…” You bat your eyelashes at him and he immediately beams, smiling his blinding smile. 


 "As your friend, I love you, but I seriously want to kill you right now.” You hiss to which he squeals before ducking out of your grip.

When the day was coming to an end, you had given up all hope. If he was going to ignore you, then you weren’t going to care. 

 Well…At least, that’s what you wanted him to think. 

 You were furious, fuming to be exact. Jungkook was acting so different. Last night, he acted like he wanted nothing else but to be around you, and you alone. He had even gone as far enough as saying that if you stayed longer around him that he would have ravaged you. Well fucking hell, now he was acting like he didn’t even want to be anywhere near you. 

 You let out a scoff as you watch him laugh with Yugyeom while they follow the dance they had watched earlier. You had had enough and you could feel your blood boiling the longer you looked at him. You were even disgusted at yourself for feeling some sort of interest for him when he clearly thought you were disposable. You grab your bag off of the floor and tell Jimin you’d be in one of the empty dance rooms, practicing one routine on your own. He offers to join you but you shake your head, telling him you needed time to clear your mind. Before he could answer, you step out the theater and make your way down the hall, heading to your usual practice room. You switch the lights on, drop your bag and sigh once you’re greeted by your reflection. Maybe that’s why Jungkook hadn’t talked to you all day, you looked like hell on earth. 

You connect your phone to the speaker, scrolling pass songs you usually danced to. After 5 minutes of scanning through songs, you finally pick one, something faster than usual in hopes of burning out all of your negative thinking. The first beat drops against the speakers and you take one glance at yourself through the mirror before shutting your eyes and snapping your body to the beat. You erase all thoughts from your mind while following the flow of the song, feeling the adrenaline run through you. Dancing was always your form of therapy but as much as you wanted him out of your mind, all you could think about was the way Jungkook’s body had molded perfectly against yours and how you wanted nothing more than to have him pressed against you while you swayed to the beat. 

The song ends faster than you had wanted it to and you let out a groan as you run your hands through your hair, feeling the sweat drip down your body from one song alone.

 "Fuck!“ You hiss, annoyed at yourself for letting your thoughts consume you.

You hear yourself panting and just as you were about to snap your head back and grab your water bottle, a figure catches your attention from the mirror. Jungkook was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes trained on you and his face completely unreadable. The sight alone knocks the breath out of you but you do your best to seem unfazed. After ignoring you for the whole day, you had not expected him to be standing in front of you.

 "May I help you?” You ask, proud that you had kept your voice steady.

 Jungkook simply shrugs as he picks up your water bottle and tosses it to you. You frown as you catch it in your hands. What was Jungkook upto? 

 You down the drink immediately, just realizing how thirsty you were. Jungkook’s eyes leave yours for a few seconds, watching the movement of your throat and the rise and fall of your chest. 

 "I’m busy, Jungkook. If you’ve got nothing important to tell me then I should get ba-“ 

 "Like hell I’d leave.” He mocks a high pitched voice and you furrow your eyebrows. What the hell had gotten into him?

 Then it hits you, he was mocking your voice. Like hell I’d kiss him! That was the exact phrase you had screamed to Jimin earlier and he had heard it.

“Jungkook, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” You sigh before tying your hair up in a pony tail, annoyed that it was now sticking to your face. Jungkook watches you, his sharp eyes not telling you anything, not even if he was mad at you.

“Yeah? Well how we’re you planning it to come out then?” He bobs his head to the side.

“I didn’t plan for it to come out at all. Jimin’s a little shit at times and he’d never let me live it down if he knew what we did. He practically assumes I fucked you! I dont want to deal with his constant teasing and I dont want you to deal with it too. I dont us to get awkward or anything.” Well, that planned back fired didn’t it? Cause here you two are now and all you feel is nothing but awkward at how things had turned out. 

“Let him assume then.” He shrugs, suddenly taking a step towards you “Unless you don’t want him to know at all? Cause you like him or something." 

 "What?” You scoff “Didn’t I just tell you last night that Jimin wasn’t my type?”

 "Would you kiss him?“ 

 You frown at the out of blue question that slips out of his mouth and suddenly feel the need to tug your hair in frustration. Where in the world was Jungkook going with this?

 "No! I swear to god, do you not hear anything I’m sa-” The words die down on your lips as Jungkook suddenly pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning on, grabbing your phone connected to the speaker and playing the song Jimin and Jihyun were going to perform during the showcase. He starts taking large strides towards you before he wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you back against the mirror, trapping you against it and his body. You let out a gasp as he leans closer to you, face inches away from yours while every other part of you was flushed against him. 

 "Dance with me.“ He breaths out and you shut your eyes, trying to hide your excitement at having him so close to you again. You craved him, no matter how irritated you were, your body couldn’t deny the effect he had on you. 

He pulls away from you, only to tug onto your hand and pull you with him. He twirls your body and presses your back against his chest, the position all too familiar as he places his hands on your waist. 

"Why wouldn’t you kiss Jimin then?” He hums against your ear, swaying your body from side to side, placing his thigh right in between yours making you stifle a gasp as Jungkook smirks at your reflection, glad at his effect on you.

 "I-I dont want to.“ You choke out before shaking your head, in hopes to clear your mind which was now clouded with raw desire. 

"Hmmm.” He nods, as if considering it before standing up straight and backing away from you. You blink up at him in confusion, almost whimpering at the loss of contact while he circles past you only to lean against the mirror, a small smile on his lips.

“What about me?” He breaths out, eyes fluttering as he blinks down at your lips before looking back into your eyes. “What about you?” You squeak out, dodging the question but Jungkook just smirks before licking his lower lip and bobbing his head to the side. 

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart.” He mumbles before meeting your gaze yet again “Cause I’m not doing anything unless I know you actually want it." 

You mentally groan at him, just realizing that the frustration you were feeling earlier was actually sexual frustration and the root cause of it was standing right before you, running his tongue against his lips and breaking your last hope at control. 

 "Kiss me before I slam your head against the mirror, Jeon.” Your words release a chuckle from his lips and you were sure you’ve never heard a more beautiful sound. Before you could even smile back at him, Jungkook’s lips slam against yours and your hands fly out to hold the sleeves of his shirt as both your mouths moved against each other. Jungkook’s tongue traces a line against your lips and you immediately give him access, battling against him for dominance as your hands find their way into his hair, trying to bring him even closer to you. You bite down gently on his lower lip and the groan that leaves Jungkook’s lips are music to your ears. You stand corrected, this was the most beautiful sound you had heard. Jungkook pulls away from you and you were about to let out a whine when his lips suddenly latch onto your neck. Instead, you let out a purr of satisfaction, angling your head to the side and giving him more access as his kisses turn from light pecks to slow biting and sucking. How you were going to leave the studio without anyone noticing the marks on your neck, you didn’t know. But hell you didn’t even care anymore. You didn’t even know just how far you two would have gone until you hear the loud call from outside the door. Your eyes snap open as Jungkook stills against you.

“Hey, you two. The studio’s closing early, everyone’s being asked to leave tonight.” You hear Jimin’s teasing voice and you let out a groan before leaning your head back against the mirror “I’m going to kill him, I swear.”

“Not if I beat you to it.” Jungkook growls but places another kiss against your lips 

“You busy tonight?” You let out a smile before shaking your head and wrapping your hands around his neck "Nope, parents aren’t home tonight so I’m a free bird.“

"Perfect.” He groans, leaning against your body “Cause I’m starving and I heard your an amazing cook." 

"Inviting yourself over now?” You tease and Jungkook’s answering blush leaves you in bliss as you chuckle and nudge him off of you so that you could grab your bag. 

“I am cause I can’t handle another night of Jimin cock blocking me too.” He breaths out. You blink at him in surprise, feeling a familiar heat pulse through your core at the 14 words that almost had your knees bucking. 

 Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you. 

 "I make a mean lasagna.“ You smile and the grin that crosses his face has your heart fluttering against your chest in excitement. Oh, the things you could do to him. 

If someone had told you 3 days ago that you’d be laughing your ass off in your own home with Jeon Jungkook, you would have called them crazy. Yet here you are, covering your mouth as you watch Jungkook frown at the set of ingredients laid out in front of him, trying to decide what went where.

"I swear if you make me do this, we’re going to end up ordering take out.”

“It’s not that hard, lasagna’s pretty basic!” You giggle before slapping his hands away and bumping your hips against his, telling him to move. Jungkook arches an eyebrow, taking a side step to move out of your way but still trying to linger close to you. You tie your still damp hair up in a ponytail, fresh from the shower you had taken. Jungkook glances at your neck, a wide smile forming on his lips at the sight of the purple mark flowering against your skin. He watches in silent fascination as you roll up the sleeves of your sweater before you start placing all the ingredients together. You work in concentration, unaware of the plan blossoming in the young boy’s mind as he steps behind you, gently placing his hands on your hips. You freeze for a few seconds, your eyebrows arching in surprise, but you immediately shake it off, deciding to feign ignorance as you continue working. Jungkook lets out a smirk before dipping his head down to place his lips against the back of your neck. The sensation has you shutting your eyes for a few seconds before you clear your throat and lean back against him, trying to push him off of you. 

“I have to finish this and put it in the oven Jungkook." 

"Who said I was stopping you? By all means, finish.” He smiles at you and you have to roll your eyes at him before turning back to what you were doing. Jungkook was more confident now, pleased to know he was affecting you. He runs his hands against the hem of your shirt, slightly lifting it up and placing his fingers against your abdomen, his cold hands pressing on your warm skin. You suck in a breath before taking the last pieces of ingredients, silently thanking the heavens that you were almost done. Jungkook attacks again by planting soft kisses against your neck, gently nibbling on your skin every now and then. You bite your tongue in hopes to stop the moan that was threatening to leave your lips. Jungkook’s thumb rubs small circles against your skin, his hips edging closer and closer to your behind. You let out a small smirk as you lift the tray off the kitchen island, backing up against Jungkook and lightly grinding your hips against him. Jungkook immediately groans in surprise, not expecting the action. When his hands drop from your stomach you immediately shimmy away from him and walk towards the oven. You place the tray inside and smile happily as you adjust the timer. Now all you had to do was wait. 

Or better yet, play

 You angle your head back and smirk at Jungkook who was now glaring at you, annoyed that the small act had affected him so much. He had craved you for two days and he despised the fact that every chance he got with you was blocked once you two had gotten close to doing anything at all. Jungkook wanted you and if he wasn’t going to get you tonight, there would be hell to pay. His own. 

 "You look like you want to kill me, Jeon.“ You hum as you wash your hands, eyes still trained on Jungkook. 

"Do I?” His voice is low and the way it wraps around you has you shivering in anticipation. 

 You lean against the counter beside you and bob your head to the side. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug. “What do you want to do?” You ask, voice dancing against Jungkook’s ears and causing him to shiver with excitement. 

“Are you really asking me that?” His voice almost comes out as a plea, sounding so delicious that you have to press your thighs together.

“I’m waiting." 

Those words were all Jungkook needed as he basically flew towards you, arms wrapping around you as he backed you against the kitchen wall, lips immediately slamming against yours. He wastes no time, running his tongue against your lips and capturing your gasp into his own mouth. Jungkook grabs both your thighs and you immediately circle your arms around his neck as he lifts your legs up and wrap them around him. You let out a moan when his arousal rubs right against you, shocking you at how hard he already was.

"Bedroom?” He mumbles against your lips but you shake your head, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Too far. Living room.” You inform him and Jungkook is quick to move as he navigates you both out of the kitchen and into the living room, lips never leaving yours. Once you reach the couch, Jungkook lowers himself to sit down while you straddle him, your hips immediately grinding down in slow circles that has Jungkook choking in pleasure. 

Fuck” he hisses and you smile in satisfaction as you trail kisses down his jawline, his neck, then on a spot right below his earlobe that has him mewling in pleasure. So this was his weak spot. You take note of your discovery while grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it off of him, eyes widening when you see the toned upper body that greeted you. Jungkook was definitely a greek god, you were sure of it now. You lick your lips in appreciation before running your nails against his perfectly sculptured abdomen. Jungkook throws his head back, a string of curses leaving his mouth once you attached your lips back onto his weak spot, biting down hard only to swipe your tongue against the bitten are as an apology.

 “Y/N, holy shit.” The way your name had rolled off of his tongue sends another wave of heat pulsing through you and you start grinding harder against him, hoping to relieve yourself from the intense amount of need from your own arousal. 

Jungkook’s runs his hands up your waist then towards your hair, grabbing your ponytail and undoing it, letting your hair fall around you. He grabs a hand full before leading your lips back against his. He grabs the end of your sweater and all but tears it off of you. Jungkook palms your chest over your bra and the whimper that leaves your lips has him smiling as he takes your bottom lip between his own teeth.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.” He mutters as he pushes your bra straps down one by one, revealing your bare chest to him as he sits back and admires you. You reach behind to unhook your bra, letting it fall down against the couch. Before you can place your hands back on Jungkook’s chest, he wraps his arms around you, imprisoning you from moving as he latches onto one of your nipples. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back in pleasure as Jungkook’s tongue darts around you, his free hand pinching the other neglected bud. You arch your back against him while Jungkook reaches for your thighs, suddenly flipping you over till your back lies against the cool leather of the couch. You were about to call him out but Jungkook claims your lips yet again, his chest pressing against yours as he grinds his erection right onto your clothed core. He swallows your moans and smiles against your lips at the feel of your hard nipples rubbing against his chest as you dug your nails onto his back. Jungkook trails kisses down your jawline, chest, stomach and right above the waistband of your shorts. You suck in a breath as you watch him slide your shorts and underwear down your legs, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. Once he’d taken everything off, he spares one glance at your core and tips his head back and groans.

Fuck, Y/N.” He all but hisses through his teeth “You’re so fucking wet." 

You blush at the comment, hoping to press your legs together and hide from him but Jungkook shakes his head and places his hands against your thighs, separating them. 

"Kook what are y-FUCK!” You arch your back as he swipes his tongue flat against where you had needed him the most. You twine your fingers through his hair while he laps his tongue against your core, tasting every bit of you that he could. 

“Shit baby, have you always tasted this good?” He hums against you and you bite your lower lip, biting back the moan that wanted to escape you from his words alone. Unexpectedly, Jungkook inserts a finger into you and your back all but flies off of the couch. Jungkook starts pumping into you at a slow pace, making you hiss and urge him to speed up. He chuckles lightly at your aggression before planting a kiss against your naval, adding another finger and pulling in and out of you faster. You place your hands over your mouth, hoping to silence your mewls but Jungkook immediately grabs your hand, growling. 

“Let me hear you.” He hisses before circling his tongue over your clit. You lose it. You scream out his name and Jungkook starts moving his fingers faster. You feel your stomach tightening just as your legs shake, the first tell tale signs of your oncoming orgasm. The lewd sounds that leave your mouth urges Jungkook on as he laps his tongue around you before taking your clit between both his lips and lightly sucking. A broken cry escapes you as you press your thighs against his head. 

“Jungkook, I’m clos-FUCK!” He doesnt even let you finish as he scissors his fingers inside you, finally breaking your wall of pleasure. You moan out his name, a haze of white cover your eyes as you shiver, feeling Jungkook still pumping his fingers in you, helping you ride out your high. 

“Shit” You breath out and watch as Jungkook smiles down at you, licking his fingers clean. The sight alone has another wave of heat pulsing through you and this time you had no doubts that Jeon Jungkook was going to be the absolute death of you. 

Jungkook watches as you sit up, eyes twinkling with mischief as you press him back against the couch. His eyes follow you as you press a chaste kiss against his lips before sinking down on the floor on your knees. Your hands trail down his body before stopping against his belt to tease him. You gingerly run your nails against his bulge making Jungkook groan and throw his head back on the couch. His self control was on the verge of snapping as he fought back the urge to rip his own pants off of him and just ram himself into your pretty little mouth. 

“Needy, aren’t we?” You smile, unbuckling his belt as slowly as you could, teasing him. 

“You have no fucking idea.” He growls before he pushes down his own pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. You glance down at him in silent appreciation when you see the tip of his length peaking out of the waistband. You palm him through his clothed member and Jungkook’s choked moan has you smiling as you place a kiss against his thigh. You push his boxers down and wrap your nibble fingers around him causing Jungkook to buck against your hand in need. 

“Cockblocked for one day and your already this hard for me?” You tease, biting down your own desire to ravage him, to milk out every moan and scream of pleasure out of him, to have him sexually fucked up that he’d forget his own name. 

Jungkook sees the fiery look in your eyes and a wide smirk plasters across his lips as he shakes his head 

“Oh I’ve wanted you for longer than that, sweetheart. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I’ve been cockblocked.” His confession stuns you. You blink up at him, your mind just processing the depth of his words. Jungkook had wanted you before the lap dance. Jungkook had noticed you before you even entertained the idea of him. Something sets ablaze inside of you and the poor little boy had not prepared himself when you had suddenly wrapped your lips around his length, taking in as much of him as you could. Jungkook’s arms attach a death like grip against the couch’s arm rest, his thigh’s muscles tightening as he screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, moaning out your name followed by a string of curses. The reaction is so addicting that you pull him out of your mouth with a pop only to gently swipe your tongue against the tip of his length.

 "Y/N, please.“ Oh how you loved begging. Lived for it to be exact. But Jungkook looked too much in pain for you to tease him any further. You take him back into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper and deeper each time. Jungkook’s hand now threads through your hair, trying to push your head onto him as far as you could go. When he had pulled far too stronger than you had liked, you stop bobbing your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat. 

Then you swallow. 

Fucking hell, Y/N!!“ He moans, his grip disappearing as he tugs onto his own hair this time. You pull him out of your mouth and smile ecstatically at the sight of him. Jeon Jungkook was borderline fucked up. With his body sweating, his veins protruding against his skin and his eyes completely livid as they stare down at you, wondering if you were real or just a figment of his sexual fantasies. 

He didn’t even notice when you had put the condom on him or where you even got it in the first place. Jungkook only snaps back into reality when he sees you slowly crawl up against his lap, lining your entrance against him then slowly sinking down and taking in his length inch by delicious inch. 

Yup, You were addictively real. 

Before you could make it half way through him, Jungkook places his hands on your hips, stopping you. "You sure about this?” He all but croaks out, trying to control himself when all he wanted to do was to slam into you with every ounce of strength in him. 

“Jungkook.” You hiss, nails digging onto his back. Off all the moments he had chosen to be chivalrous, he chose this one. 

“Fuck me. NOW.

“With pleasure!” He answers back before he’s deep inside of you. The lewd sounds that exit both your mouths vibrate against the walls. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, gripping onto him for dear life. Jungkook gives you time to adjust, his hands flat against the couch as he lets out a steadying breath. You were about to rise up and ride him but Jungkook suddenly grabs your hips and twists both of you so that you were now lying on your back against the couch with him on top of you. This was the second time he had done this and you weren’t pleased at all. 

“What are you doing?” You growl, annoyed at the loss of dominance. 

“Taking control, sweetheart. You don’t play fair.” Jungkook smiles down at you, his arms flexing at the amount of control he was forcing himself to use. You had teased him almost past his breaking point and this was his method of retribution. 

It doesn’t take long till your whining and grinding your hips against him, begging him to move.

 “Jungkook, move. Please.”

“I dont know, I kind of like it like this.” He runs his nose against your neck, a devil like smirk on his face.

Jungkook! I need you to move. I fucking need you.”

Jungkook slam his lips against yours just so he wouldn’t spit out more curses that could send him straight to hell. It turns out that Jungkook himself had just discovered one of his sexual weaknesses today: your begging

He slowly starts to rock his hips against you, his speed aggravating you as you suddenly bite down onto his lip. Jungkook’s groan is almost beast like as you smile and pull away from his kiss, your mouth hovering close to his ear. 

“You’re not going to break me, Jeon. Do your worst." 

Jungkook had lost it, his vision had blurred and the only thought he had in his mind was to give everything you had asked for. He thrusts out of you only to slam back in in full force. Both of you let out moans of each others name, the pleasure too much to handle. 

Why hadn’t you fucked Jungkook earlier? You should’ve definitely fucked him sooner. 

"Its crazy.” Jungkook groans, his arms flexing as he stares down at you “You’re so fucking tight." 

"Mmm Thanks?” You still found it in you to tease him and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at you, his eyes twinkling in adoration that has your breath knocked out of you. It only lasts a second until the feeling is immediately replaced by the moan that escapes your lips as you arch your back. Jungkook had started hitting a certain spot in you that had turned your vision hazy. Craving more of your beautiful reaction, he decides to slam into that spot over and over again. Jungkook takes his lower lip between his teeth, the sight of you loosing yourself was almost enough to push him over the edge. He was close and he knew it. 

“Jungkook, I’m not gonna last any longer.” You almost scream out when he slams into you even harder now. Jungkook grabs both your hands, intertwining his fingers through yours as traps them over your head, his speed picking up even faster now. You throw your head from side to side, lost in a world of intense pleasure, your climax building up even stronger.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook coaxes you and another slam of his hips does the trick as you scream out his name, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced rocking through your body. The image of your state was enough to have Jungkook coming after you but once your heat clenches around him, tightening around his member, Jungkook all but collapses on top of you finally riding out his own orgasm.

Both of you are wrecked and panting as you lay there motionless, the aftershocks of sex vibrating off of both of you.

“Holy shit.” Jungkook mumbles as he nuzzles your neck and pulls out of you.

 "That was-“ You swallow, unsure how to explain what had just happened ”-wow.“ 

Jungkook chuckles before nodding and lifting his head up to look you in the eye "Wow.”

You study Jungkook’s face, just coming to notice certain features you weren’t able to pick up on before. The mole right below his lip, his habit of pursing his lips every now and then, his eyes that could shift from innocence to sinfulness in the matter of a few seconds. You had noticed them now, and as much as it scared you to say it, you realized you adored them. 

“What?” Jungkook says after a while, embarrassed of being under the scrutiny of your gaze. 

“Nothing.” You hum and shift your gaze to the ceiling, your fingers tracing small circles against his back. Jungkook smiles at the small gesture, his eyes trying to get you to look at him again. You notice his efforts and bite back a smile as you shut your eyes, depriving him of what he had wanted.

Jungkook clicks his tongue at you but smiles before dipping his head down to place his lips on yours. You had not expected the kiss and when you slowly open your eyes to stare at him, Jungkook immediately smiles against your lips.

“There they are.” He hums and just as you were about to blush, a sudden buzzing has your eyes widening and shoving him off of you, remembering your lasagna. 

“Our dinner!” You squeal, running butt naked into the kitchen, scared that you would’ve ruined your creation before Jungkook even got to taste it. 

The left behind boy watches in silent awe as you throw on an apron, scrambling around the kitchen for oven mitts. He lets out a wide smile as he collapses back on the couch, heart hammering against his chest. 

“She really is something.”

ROMANIA. Bucharest. December 22, 1989. Bucharest’s residents protect themselves from the crossfire between an army tank and pro-Ceausescu troops during clashes in the Republican square.

On December 22, 1989, my mind was still full of memories of covering the fall of the Berlin Wall. I was ready to celebrate Christmas with my family, but the Romanian communist dictator Nicolae Ceausescu changed my plans.

My boss and I were watching Ceausescu leave Bucharest by helicopter live on TV. I rushed to the airport and was lucky to board a flight chartered by the Medecins du Monde humanitarian organisation.

We landed at in Bulgaria and took a taxi to the Romanian border. Luckily the border was not closed and I hitch-hiked a ride to the capital on a truck. At noon I simply took the metro to arrive in downtown Bucharest in the middle of heavy gunfire. No helmet, no bullet proof jacket, only the enthusiasm of youth and the joy of witnessing a historical event: a revolution.

With my 300 mm 2.8 and an extender, I shot residents protecting themselves in the crossfire between an army tank and pro-Ceausescu troops during clashes in Republican square. No time for more pictures, just enough time to process and send a lone colour print to reach Sunday newspaper deadlines.

There were only two phone lines at the hotel, and scores of reporters arriving to file their stories. I kept the phone line open and did not hang up for 10 days in order to transmit pictures and stories.

The picture made the front page of most international papers. It was not the best picture of the revolution but one of the first colour pictures to hit the media market. It reminds me how hard it was to get around with cases of heavy equipment (80 kg of gear including an enlarger, photo paper, a transmitter, a typewriter).

Photograph: Charles Platiau/Reuters


In Spring, we tend to focus on the blooming flowers.  The conifer bloom is equally magnificent! (click onto each photo to enlarge)

“I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?”   -Kate Chopin

Why Are We Still Hurting Dogs?
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This is very unlike me, but I need to vent.

I was browsing Instagram and came across a picture of an adorable, fat-faced pit bull (not pictured). “Oh! How cute. But what’s all of that…”

I enlarged the photo to see a dog wearing a flat collar, a shock collar, and a prong collar (leash clipped to the prong). I notice who posted the picture… a local well-known dog trainer who is extremely outspoken regarding his use of and promotion of punishment-based training methods.

The dog was available for adoption. He was labeled as trained, dog and kid friendly, and food motivated.

So I’m over here, desperately struggling to understand… WHY are these devices necessary?!

Did the dog jump on or bite at people? That can be corrected without pain.

Did the dog steal food from the garbage or off the counters? That can be corrected without pain.

Did the dog react violently towards dogs, skateboarders, or any other stimuli while on leash? That can be corrected without pain.

Did the dog growl or bite when removed from the couch? That can be corrected without pain.

Seriously. All of it. And way, way more. If we can train a hyena to present itself for a voluntary blood draw, a whale to pee in a cup, or an African wild dog to “smile” for tooth brushing without painful training methods, there is simply no comprehensible reason that these methods will not work for your pet. Force-free / humane / positive / progressive (whatever you care to call them) training methods DO work, and proof is plainly available for those who care to see it.

It’s at about this point that I frequently hear, ‘well, if you don’t like punishment-based methods, don’t use them. They’ve always worked for my dog’.

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It’s really not that simple. For starters, I often need to fix dogs that are emotionally crippled by punishment-based trainers. Additionally, this attitude perpetuates the belief that when it comes to dog training, “there’s no one right way”. Or that “different methods work for different people”. To an extent, that’s absolutely true. But when you motivate a dog with an electric shock and I motivate a dog with a piece of dehydrated liver, my way of training isn’t different. It’s better.

When your idea of behavior modification is setting a dog up to fail and then holding it on it’s side until it can hardly breathe, but mine is setting a dog up for success and rewarding it for appropriate behavior, my way of training isn’t different. It’s better.

When your training practices rely on thoughts, theories and beliefs which have been debunked by decades worth of behavioral and ethological research, but my mine are the result of over a decade’s worth of strategic research based upon the most up-to-date scientific data available, my way isn’t different. It’s better.

And to those who believe that humane methods are fine for 'soft’ dogs and puppies, but that these tools are necessary for “extreme” cases (animal killers, “red zone dogs”, whatever)… join the club. That’s what I thought, too. Now I understand how preposterously backwards that line of thinking is. If you have to tell a dog “hey, don’t attack that thing – or else!”, you are essentially walking a loaded weapon around and hoping that the safety is on. Prong and shock collars do not correct aggression in any way… they suppress it. This is why so many punishment-based trainers view themselves as being the last option for dogs. If punishment doesn’t work, it is made more extreme until the dog: a) submits to a state of learned helplessness and gives up, or b) refuses to stop fighting for its life (or, in other words, stops 'acting aggressively’). It is at this point that many trainers will deem a dog beyond help and suggest euthanasia.

Yes, humane training methods work for aggressive dogs. If you don’t believe me, at least listen to Jim Crosby. Jim is the only expert in the world who routinely consults with dogs who have killed human beings. He does his consultations in neck-to-ankle Kevlar. He is a leading authority on extremely aggressive dogs, and he is also a staunch supporter of force-free training.

“Unwarranted aggression is an undesirable behavior pattern that needs to be redirected. Redirection can definitely be accomplished by using praise and cookies. I do it every day. Interrupt the unwanted behavior-before it becomes an avalanche-and redirect the behavior to an incompatible behavior. Reinforce (with praise, cookies, etc). Rinse and repeat.”

He isn’t the only one who does it, folks. The American Veterinary Society of Animal Behavior, the International Association of Animal Behavior Consultants, the Certification Council for Professional Dog Trainers, and many more organizations are filled with thousands of people – applied animal behaviorists, veterinary behaviorists, certified professional dog trainers and beyond – who treat aggressive dogs without the use of shock or prong collars (or anything else designed to cause pain or fear). If they can successfully change the behavior of pet dogs without utilizing methods that are painful or frightening, why can’t anyone else?

The fact is: anyone can. I do not know why some people cling to certain concepts with unrelenting persistence. I suspect that it has a lot to do with ego, and a refusal to admit that there may be a better way than what they already know. But seriously… enough is enough. We know better. Start doing better.

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We bring these animals into our homes with full knowledge of their innate drives, desires and follies. We acquire dogs knowing that they may bark at other dogs, or dig in the yard, or discover treasure in the garbage. Yet some people still treat these behaviors and others like them as criminal offenses which need to be punished severely.

Stop. Train your dogs. Meaning, take time out of your day to actually show them what you want from them. Drop the ridiculous expectations. Dogs aren’t psychic, and do not deserve to be hurt because they don’t understand our rules.

To the trainer of the adorable, porky black pit bull who is apparently so out of control as to require three collars (two of which are designed to inflict pain): Send him over to me. That garbage is straight-up unnecessary, and I’ll show you myself if you’re struggling to believe it.

Stop looking for excuses to hurt dogs.

There is no justification.

The Right Partner Pt. 1/? Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re in a tough spot with your boyfriend, but a random Disney duet with your neighbor may be exactly what you needed to distract yourself.

Warnings: Cheating? / light swearing / BUT ALL OF THE FLUFF

Word Count:  2,779

Your phone lay dormant to the left of you on the nightstand. With the lights being off, your eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding you. Your blankets had been tossed and twisted around while you fought to make yourself sleep. Across your exposed skin, the chill of the late April air almost caused goosebumps on your legs. Your boyfriend, Rick, and yourself had gotten into a huge fight. Now you were riled up, madder than hell, because you knew he was sleeping like a rock and not giving a damn about your guys’ relationship. You had been together for seven months already, but you finally called him out on his apathy towards actually strengthening your relationship instead of letting it stay as immature as it was at the beginning, and you were pretty sure that he has been seeing someone else on the side, which was what started the fight in the first place.

Or, now that you thought about it,  he was probably off with his side chick while you cursed yourself for caring too much. You groaned as you rolled over to see your clock, reading 1:02 am. With a hard sigh, you pushed yourself from your bed and marched through your apartment to flip on the lights by your couch and TV. You needed some simplicity to calm your head, so you scanned through your more brightly colored DVD cases, smiling when your hand went straight for Sleeping Beauty. It was your favorite princess movie and you prided yourself on how well you sang along. It was your hidden talent, since no one else seemed to think your ability was as grand as your old choir directors. So, you kept the singing to the confines of your car, or alone at home. You watched intently as if for the first time, gaping at Maleficent (your favorite villain) and her style. In the forest scene, as Aurora is telling her animal friends of her dream man, you stand to your feet and begin to spin and sway to the music. Forgetting that it was now coming up on 2am, you began to sing along as well.

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