probably the most stupid thing ever

the signs as i know them
  • *based off of my friends*
  • aries: has tantrums at the blink of an eye. will angrily wish for you to die then start cracking jokes minutes later. ALWAYS HYPER as hell and doesn't make sense 99% of the time. hard to tame.
  • taurus: honestly hasn't combed or brushed their hair in over a month. eats anything and EVERYTHING. "i give no fucks" attitude. compulsive liar.
  • gemini: probably the biggest fuckboy i know. has dated a girl, then her best friends, then her relatives. ALWAYS lost in class. class clown but doesn't try to be. second guesses themselves always.
  • cancer: youngest. innocent af. extremely strict parents. ALWAYS falls for fuckboys. sweet af until u mess with their friends. always there for you.
  • leo: FLIRTIEST PERSON YOU WILL EVER MEET (but they don't realize it most of the time). perfect looks. funny af without trying to be. friends with EVERYONE. cocky af.
  • virgo: does the notes then rewrites them 1526272 times. NEVER has had late homework. never wants to be wrong. stubborn. dark humor.
  • libra: friends with everyone NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE. huge flirt. forgiving. has the largest variety of friend groups. secretly really cocky.
  • scorpio: extremely jealous gf. brings up their significant other every 5 minutes. PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE. popular but doesn't actually like anybody. looks perfect 25/8.
  • sagittarius: as blunt as can be. goofy but doesn't try to be. BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS. very random humor & probably the funniest sign. loud. always wants to play truth or dare.
  • capricorn: DEFINITION OF INTROVERT. opinionated. weird humor but still funny. always seems high because of the odd things that come out of their mouths.
  • aquarius: always wants to fight everyone. full of anger at the world. JUDGMENTAL af. indecisive. sarcastic af.
  • pisces: biggest imagination. asks the most stupid questions ever. NAIVE. tries to find the good in people no matter what they've done.
  • (from an aries's pov)
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  • the signs as my classmates:
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You will never convince me that Viktor not recognizing Yuuri at the Sochi GPF wasn’t the Clark Kent Effect

Anyone who wears glasses knows that if someone sees you without your glasses, the immediate and reflexive response, seemingly with a certain amount of involuntariness, is always, “WOW YOU LOOK SO DIFFERENT.”

Viktor knows exactly who the Number One Figure Skater in Japan is. The Number One Figure Skater in Japan is that hot guy with the good good hair and the amazing eyes with the most fluid crossovers Viktor’s ever seen and for whom Viktor would spread his legs like an old-timey saloon mistress if given even the slightest indication of interest.

Viktor Nikiforov does not know who Yuuri Katsuki, That Cute Sad Guy with the Glasses is. But he’s cute, and also sad, and Viktor would probably do a lot of stupid things to make him smile.

Only at the banquet does Viktor realize that they are, in fact, the same person.

Bruise [ VI ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.2k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

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Originally posted by mochidoni

Brown sugar was a smell that had grown to make your heart swell, the familiar scent one that lingered in the air of Chanyeol’s apartment every time you stepped inside. The feeling of the plush carpet of his bedroom floor was now your favorite thing to feel in the morning, second only to his lips on your skin. Hearing his groggy morning voice was your preferred alarm, closely followed by the humming he’d do while he brushed his teeth. Everything about him had grown along you, for a month straight Chanyeol had tightened his grip around your heart more with each word that left his lips. He was unsure and slow, not taking any steps too big to backtrack from should he need to. You knew to anyone else you’d probably seem stupid, staying with someone who couldn’t promise you more than what you were now, a non-relationship relationship with a non-committal boy who got anxious even saying the word boyfriend.

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EXO / Mafia AU - They start to have feelings for you after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: GOD THAT EXO MAFIA AU WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!! Okay now I’m calm! That was really good I read that five times already. Can you do the other way around this time? Like they’re starting to have feelings for you? Again with exo and arranged marriage?

Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy! 💕

This is a continuation of the EXO Mafia AU, meaning that all reactions from this AU are connected and I would strongly recommend reading them together, but you can read them separately, too. Find the first EXO Mafia AU reaction (you start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage) HERE.


Originally posted by hlut

Minseok low-key had feelings for you ever since the first time he saw you, or rather, saw pictures of you.

Right after his parents announced to him that they’ve found a bride for him, the first thing Minseok did was cringe at the name they used, and then he pulled his laptop out, because we do live in a modern age, and he really wanted to see what you looked like.

He wasn’t a shallow person; he knew very well that it wasn’t just the appearance that mattered, but as soon as he opened your Facebook page, he froze, staring at your picture, and quietly thinking to himself, “yes. I definitely see myself spending the rest of my life with someone who looked like that.”

Then, however, you moved in with him after the wedding and proved to him that not only were you absolutely beautiful, but you also had an attitude that made him really want to kick things sometimes.

You barely even talked to him, and if you did, it was to tell him to stop doing something that annoyed you. Like breathing.

And Minseok would have been lying if he would have said that your attitude didn’t turn him on. He never acted upon the feelings you caused him, though. At least, not until you grew more accustomed to him, and didn’t look like you were going to shoot him in the head if someone handed you a gun.

Actually, even his own parents were surprised by your hatred for them, though Minseok thought it was normal. Your families have, after all, been rivals up until your marriage to him, so naturally, you needed some time to get used to this. Which is why, Minseok, without you knowing, always defended you to his parents, who claimed that maybe they made the wrong choice by having their heir marry you.

Somehow, even when you were glaring at him from across the room, he knew that this marriage was the right choice and he patiently waited until you realized it, too.


Originally posted by asstheticsuho

Junmyeon, being the gentleman that he was, always allowed you to do everything first: enter a room, sit at the table, fall in love…

He always treated you like his wife but it took him a little longer to realize that you weren’t just his wife because he had no choice but to marry you. You were also his wife because he had feelings for you.

You went on countless dates together, and the scenario was almost always the same: Junmyeon would hold the door open for you, he’d help you take your coat off, he’d help you read the menu if it was in a foreign language (honestly, up to this day, it was still a mystery to you how he was capable of speaking so many languages), and he always looked after you.

“Is your food cold?” he asked one time when he noticed that you weren’t eating. “Because I can send it back to the chef.”

“No, I’m just not hungry for some reason,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

Junmyeon panicked immediately. “Why? What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you want to go home?”

A little taken aback by this avalanche of questions, you laughed awkwardly.

“No, I’m okay,” you said. “But your sudden freak-out mode is starting to freak me out, too.”

“Oh,” Junmyeon said, looking down and leaning back in his chair.

It took him a moment to understand why he became so concerned all of a sudden, but then once he did, the answer was clear as day: he was falling in love with you.

“What’s with the smile?” your voice woke him up from his dream world, and he raised his head to look at you.

“Huh? It’s nothing,” he said, waving his hand in an attempt to dismiss this topic for now because he still needed time for this new revelation to settle in his mind.


Originally posted by yongguk-hell-chyeah

He met you a couple of times before the wedding, and it was obvious to him that you didn’t like him particularly much. You didn’t go out of your way to spite him, though, and that was enough for him to believe that maybe this arranged marriage would work… in the long run.

He hadn’t had time to develop any feelings for you during those couple of times that he saw you, and even if he wanted to, he probably would have tried to stop himself from crushing on you. He didn’t want to wear his heart on his sleeve when he knew there was a chance you’d never feel anything for him.

But then the wedding came. He was standing there, by the altar, feeling like this was the most stressful thing he’s ever done, even if his line of work included shooting people and putting his life on the line. In fact, he would have much rather been in a shoot-out with a rival Mafia family, than stand here, in front of everyone he knew, and wait until he married a girl he didn’t even know.

But then, you started to walk down the aisle, and his heart got caught in his throat.

Not understanding the sudden surge of emotions, he just watched you approach him. With shaky hands, he helped you take the veil off, and the way his heart squeezed when he finally saw your face let him know that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

The realization that you were truly the one for him, calmed Yixing down enough to actually enjoy and savour every moment of this because God knows what kind of challenges awaited him after the wedding. The only good thing was that he knew he’d have you with him all through it.


Originally posted by baekthecorgi

Baekhyun actually tried to stop himself from developing feelings for you.

When you first moved into his house, you were really closed off and said no to every single thing anyone from his family offered you. Even if it was work-related. So, naturally, Baekhyun, who thought that a relationship with no love was useless, was afraid that if he put his heart on the line for you, you’d grab it and break it.

But then you admitted that the reason why you weren’t participating in anything his family did was because you were afraid to fail, and Baekhyun felt his world light up again.

He promised you he’d train you and he kept his promise.

The two of you were in a shooting range his family had. You were holding a pistol in your hand while Baekhyun stood behind you and moved your hand so that you’d hit the target when you fired. And every time he guided you, your aim was perfect. But once he let go of you, you hit walls and instantly flinched, fearing that a bullet will ricochet and hit one of you.

“I told you to wear a bullet-proof vest,” you told Baekhyun with a sigh after you’ve missed your target for the fifth time in a row. “Now you make me worry about your health every time I miss.”

“Good!” Baekhyun replied with a teasing smile. “Maybe the fear of killing me will help your aim.”

“Ha ha,” you replied dryly. “I thought we came here so you could help me, not mock me.”

“I am helping you,” he said, walking behind you, so he could help you again. “But it seems to me like every time I tell you what to do, you’re not listening to me.”

Your face flushed. “I am listening. It’s just that… you’re distracting.”

“How am I distracting?” Baekhyun asked, clueless to your flustered state, because he was too focused on positioning the gun in your hand in the right way.

“You’re really… close,” you whispered the last word.

But Baekhyun heard you. And he immediately raised his eyes to meet yours, finally noticing your rosy cheeks and a shy smile.

And that’s exactly when he stopped holding himself back and just gave in to the inevitable. Trying not to fall in love was the most stupid thing he’s ever tried, which is probably why –  as he watched you try to concentrate on his words and not on his close proximity – he realized that he had failed.

His heart was already yours.


Originally posted by chensoo-l

Jongdae had a protective nature, so the need to always keep you safe came naturally to him. Needless to say, he wasn’t a big fan of the fact that you preferred walking instead of driving. This made it more difficult to protect you.

He told you numerous times to just ask his driver to take you somewhere, but you constantly refused, and eventually, this came back to bit you in the ass.

Jongdae was the one who found out that a man was stalking you. He didn’t know who this man was, but he didn’t need to; he was going to remove the threat before he hurt you. However, before that, he wanted to teach you a lesson.

Jongdae followed you to the restaurant that you had a meeting in, and carefully staked out by the entrance so he could spot your stalker when he inevitably showed up. While he waited, Jongdae sneaked some looks into the restaurant through the window, and clocked you, talking to a man twice your age and obviously struggling to understand what he was saying. Jongdae recognized the man as the head of a foreign Mafia family, and for some reason, he realized he didn’t like the fact that you were in the company of another man.

Then, he saw a masked man enter the restaurant, and his heart rate sped up immediately.

Not to cause any suspicion, for a moment, Jongdae just watched as the man circled around the hostess and chose a table next to yours. Just as the man sat down and got his hand into the pocket of his coat, Jongdae burst into the restaurant, firing his gun at the same time that the masked-man pulled his pistol out.

Jongdae hadn’t expected your stalker to actually try to kill you, but now that he thought of it, it really did seem kind of obvious. Why else would he follow you for a week?

But this thought didn’t make Jongdae feel better. If anything, it made him sick. Jongdae suddenly couldn’t believe he let this man stalk you for a whole week and he didn’t kill him just because he wanted to teach you a lesson that this was dangerous.

Well, your frightened eyes told him that you learned your lesson. And Jongdae definitely learned his. He was never going to risk your life like that again because whether his protective nature was natural, or the result of his ever-growing feelings for you, he was still going to take care of you in every way he knew how.


Originally posted by parkchanyeolieoppa

He got tired of waiting until your dress was fixed, so he had left for the ball on his own. Obviously, he was curious to see what you looked like in a gown that took ages to make, but he was also really impatient.

The second he entered the ball in his father’s honor, girls started to circle him. This always tended to happen. Chanyeol was a nice person, and just like everyone else, he enjoyed the attention he received, so he didn’t shoo any of those girls away, choosing to enjoy their company instead.

But everything they said completely flew over his head, because in a few moments, the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on walked through the door. It took Chanyeol a couple of moments to realize that this girl – who seemed to be illuminating the whole room and making heads turn as she walked – was his wife.

And she was angrily making her way towards him.

Not losing the amused expression, Chanyeol watched as you not-so-subtly told the girls around him to fuck off.

He swore he has never received a better compliment.

The most beautiful girl in the room, no competition, was jealous of the few girls – whose faces Chanyeol forgot as soon as he saw you – who were talking to him. He felt pride mix with amusement in his stomach, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smirk.

Watching you get possessive over him, made him feel like a winner. You were definitely the prize here, that was obvious to everyone. And you were his.

That was, Chanyeol realized, his biggest achievement.


Originally posted by daenso

Kyungsoo had a feeling that just like nearly everyone else on this planet, you were afraid of him, too. And it really upset him because he would never even think about hurting you.

You were the most innocent thing he’s ever seen. Of course, you knew how to manipulate people and if you really tried, you could definitely kick someone’s ass, but you were so small and fragile in Kyungsoo’s eyes that he just wanted to keep you in a bulletproof room so you were always safe.

When Kyungsoo scared you one night and you literally pulled a gun on him, not realizing that it was him, he truly felt hurt.

It was like all of this time he only speculated that you were afraid of him, but then he turned around and you looked even more scared than before you knew it was him.

The pain he felt of having not yet proven to you that you’re the last person he’d ever lay a hand on, was indescribable and he felt suffocated by it. But along with it came the realization that he’s never had a person like that before. He had a reputation of hurting those who crossed him for a reason, and now, all of a sudden, he had you.

His wife. His reality. His love.

He took a deep breath and moved his hand to gently touch your cheek. “Please don’t be afraid of me.”

This was the first time he said those words to anyone and he meant it. Although he didn’t tell you he loved you outright, the sincerity in his voice let you know that his feelings for you ran deeper than you could have ever imagined.


Originally posted by intokai

Jongin was somewhat cautious around new people. Even if one of these people were his wife. A few months after the wedding, he thought he had already gotten used to you, but then he found out you had a hobby that brought all of his paranoia up.

You loved to cook.

And it took you two months to find the courage to offer to cook him dinner. Not wanting to hurt your feelings, he agreed, although he knew it would take him every single ounce of strength to take even the smallest bite.

Jongin watched every move you made when you started to cook and you were truly starting to feel a little uncomfortable but you tried to tell yourself that he just wanted to guess what you were cooking. In reality, Jongin intensely eyed the products you used, because he couldn’t let go of the fact that his father died when his second wife poisoned his meal.

The wife was dead – obviously – but so was his father. And ever since he found out what happened, he has never eaten anything other people have cooked, unless someone tasted his food first.

But there he was, almost two years after his father’s death, sitting at the dinner table, a plate of freshly-cooked food in front of him, and your expectant face on his right.

“Go on, try it,” you encouraged. “No need to look like I’m trying to poison you.”

You tried to lighten the mood with this innocent joke but Jongin took a deep breath and finally raised his fork to his mouth.

Right before Jongin swallowed the food, he realized why his father was never suspicious of his wife’s cooking. Why he never expected to be poisoned.

It was because he loved her.

And as Jongin waited for a moment after having swallowed the food, he realized that he was stepping over his long-time fear because he didn’t want to make you sad. He would have rather experienced the effect of poisoned food first-hand than disappoint you by not trying the food that you made at all.

And this made no sense to him, but he never believed that everything had to make sense, anyway. So, he rolled with it.

So what if you decided to poison him?

The smile on your face when you saw him take a bite would have been worth it.


Originally posted by awwsehun

He liked you. It was simple as that. He never felt any hate towards you, he just simply liked you. Platonically.

He knew you had a hard time getting used to being married and living in his house, so he did everything he could to make it a little more bearable for you. On top of that, he felt kind of guilty about not having introduced you to his family’s tradition before the wedding.

Every single member of his family had to have the symbol of the family tattooed on their wrist. It was the husband who tattooed the wife, and it was the way it always was, but Sehun still felt like they should have made an exception for you. He managed to reach a compromise with his parents – instead of getting a tattoo right after your wedding, you’d get one once you finally adjusted to this new life.

However, the day you were supposed to get a tattoo came sooner than he expected.

Seeing you shake in fear made Sehun panic and he considered talking to his parents about this again. He was sure he could find a way to avoid ruining your delicate skin with black ink.

“You’re still part of the family, with or without the tattoo,” he told you, even though you were already sitting in the chair, desperately trying to calm yourself down.

Taking a deep breath, you gave him an encouraging look. “I know. But I want you to do this.”

Nodding, Sehun grabbed the needle with a lot more confidence.

As he watched the symbol of his family come to life on your wrist, he couldn’t help but think about the sacrifice you were making. You were basically confirming that you’ll stay a part of his family for the rest of your life, forgetting every other relationship that ever tied you to your own family.

Sehun knew you must have realized that this symbol would mark you as the property of his family, and he had so much admiration for you for doing this.

Then, once he finished the tattoo and looked at it, thoughts about future clouded his head. You and him celebrating your first anniversary. You and him moving out of the family house to live together. You and him having children and actually feeling like a family. You and him together… for the rest of your lives.

And he raised his head from your tattoo to give you a smile.

He didn’t like you anymore. He loved you.

the signs as i know them

*based off of my friends*
aries: has tantrums at the blink of an eye. will angrily wish for you to die then start cracking jokes minutes later. ALWAYS HYPER as hell and doesn’t make sense 99% of the time. hard to tame.

taurus: honestly hasn’t combed or brushed their hair in over a month. eats anything and EVERYTHING. “i give no fucks” attitude. compulsive liar.

gemini: probably the biggest fuckboy i know. has dated a girl, then her best friends, then her relatives. ALWAYS lost in class. class clown but doesn’t try to be. second guesses themselves always.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a thing where virgil is like leg tapping or clicking his fingers when its loud or he gets anxious because I do that and tbh I don't wanna feel alone in doing it -r

i absolutely can my friend (i do it too you’re not alone xx)


tap. tap. tap. click. tap. tap. click. tap.

Virgil is restless. Everything around him is too loud, and too bright, and just too much, but he can’t leave. He’s been roped into another movie night, not that he’s complaining really, and it’s suddenly overwhelming. He knows he’d upset the others if he leaves so instead he tap. tap. taps. his legs, and click. click. clicks. his fingers; he worries that it’s annoying, but no one has said anything yet.


tap. tap. tap. click. tap. tap. click. tap.


Fuck. He’s done it now. They’re going to scold him, or worse yell at him, or tell him to stop being so damn annoying, or-

“Kiddo? Are you okay?”

Or maybe not. Well, wait no. That was Patton. Patton’s always gentle, and understanding. Surely, the other two would be annoyed.

“Anxiety. Look at us.”

Okay, Logan. Logan sounds concerned, and not angry. Okay, fine, but Roman will definitely-

“Verge, buddy. Can you even hear us?”

Yeah. Yeah, Virgil hears him loud, and clear. None of them sound angry. Why? His nervous habits are probably the most annoying thing in the world. At least they should be, right? All he ever does is make irritating noises, and chew on things, and do stupid, impulsive things in the midst of panic attacks, and-

“Alright, Roman, Patton. Give him some space. I will try to bring him out of his dissociative state.”

Dissociative state? No, he was definitely not dissociating. He could hear everything perfectly fine. He could see- Okay, no his vision was definitely out of focus. He did feel kind of far away from everyone. Everything felt heavy, and blurry, and strange, and he still couldn’t stop tap. tap. tapping.

“Virgil, grab my hand.”

Grab whose hand? Who’s speaking?

A beat of silence then suddenly someone grabs Virgil’s hands, and stops the click. click. clicking. This makes Virgil more aware of where he is, but he still tap. tap. taps. Until someone rests their hand on his leg. He didn’t know if it was only one of the others doing this, or two, but he didn’t seem to mind. The touch was slowly, but surely, bringing him back to reality; normally sudden touch would scare him, but this was okay.

“Keep listening to my voice,”

And Virgil did.

Virgil listened to the voice drone on, and on about different things until he snapped out of his dream like state, and was able to see it was Logan kneeling in front of him.

“Hey, there you are. Would you like to talk about why you’re so restless, or why you disassociated?”

“Maybe we should give him a minute, Logan.”

Patton. Virgil looked at Patton, and saw the worry in his eyes. Then he looked at Roman to see the concern in his. Then back at Logan to see the clinical, worried look you’d see on a doctor’s face. Now Virgil felt too… analyzed. Observed. He shrunk back in fear, and resumed the click. click. clicking.

Logan grabbed his hands again.

“Virgil, it’s okay. We’re not upset. We’re not scrutinizing you. We would just like to know what is bothering you so we can find a solution.”

Finally, Virgil finds his voice. It’s hoarse, and small, but it’s there.

“I-I, uhh.. I just.. got overwhelmed. No big deal.”

Logan stares at him inquisitively, and Virgil almost instinctively cowers again, but strangely enough something about it makes him feel safe.

“Overwhelmed? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you were experiencing sensory overload. And I assume the fidgeting was giving you something to focus on? Or did you not realize you were doing it?”

Virgil pauses to think. He didn’t really remember if he was honest. It was just.. a normal thing for him at this point. It just happens, and he didn’t even feel fully present so who knows why he was doing it, or if he even realized he was.

“I.. I don’t know, okay? Yeah, it was sensory overload. I deal with that frequently, but I can’t tell you anything about the.. fidgeting.. It just happens…. Uhh.. What exactly was I doing again?”

Logan exchanges a worried look with the others, and Virgil’s heart picks up pace. He convinced himself their annoyance was disguised with fake worry so they could get him to stop irritating them.

“You were tapping your leg, and clicking your fingers excessively.”

Oh. Oh, right.

“Oh. Yeah. Well, I’m sorry if that was annoying. You guys can go back to the movie now. I’ll just.. go to my room.”

God, what movie was even playing? He can’t remember. He sneaks a glance at the tv. The Lion King was paused on Roman’s favorite part. Now he feels even worse.

Virgil stands up to leave, but Patton grabs his arm.

“No, kiddo. Please don’t leave. It’s okay. You weren’t annoying us.”

Virgil notices that Roman looks like he wants to protest that statement, but Patton shuts him up with a stern look. That didn’t really help much. Virgil shrugs, and tries to get out of Patton’s grasp. Roman’s voice stops him.

“No, wait, Virgil. I’m sorry. I know you can’t help doing those.. nervous habit things. Please stay with us?”

Another beat of silence, and Roman frowns. Luckily for all of them Logan has found a solution.

“Why not use one of your fidget devices? That way you have something to focus on, and don’t have to worry about bothering us as they don’t really make much noise. It also allows you to stay here with us. Which we would like very much.”

A fucking fidget device. Why Virgil hadn’t thought to use one of those was beyond him at this point. Stupid.

“Y-Yeah, okay.”

Logan gives him a smile that seems proud, and relieved, and Virgil almost wants to hug him for being as understanding as he always is. Patton gives him his usual, bright, happy grin, and Virgil definitely wants to hug him. And Roman.. Roman gives him a softer, smaller smile, but Virgil still wants to hug him all the same. He doesn’t though. Instead he accepts the offered fidget spinner, and sits back down.

The others join him, and the movie is resumed.

He finds himself resting his head on Patton’s shoulder, and now instead of the tap. tap. tapping. or the click. click. clicking. there’s a faint, and soft. whir. whir. whirring. and he feels okay.

whoa i actually really like this?? wowie. anyway if i got anything wrong about disassociating please let me know! ill do my best to correct it 😌

anonymous asked:

so how do the rest of the studio behave when drunk?

((the toons are over here))

Joey: incredibly happy, giggly, stupid drunk. y'know how joey already has bad (not entirely absent, but bad) judgement on whats a good or bad idea? when he’s drunk, he has none at all whats so ever. everything’s a good idea. please do not let a drunk joey out of your sight for even a second. the good news is he rarely drinks anymore, and when he does its not nearly enough to get wasted on.
Henry: very tired, very sick drunk. he does not take alcohol well. Dianne took him out for drinks one time and he was out cold before he finished his first glass. next thing he knows he’s waking up at 3AM with the worst headache he’s ever had, nausea like you wouldn’t believe, and Dianne had to help him to the bathroom because everything was spinning and he couldn’t walk three steps without falling over. Dianne was playing nurse all morning, neither of them went to work that day. needless to say he doesn’t drink anymore, if you invite him out for drinks he’ll be the Responsible Adult that stops everyone from doing stupid shit.
Sammy: ironically also a very giggly drunk. he will laugh at anything and everything, and he will get brutally honest with people - hence why he doesn’t like drinking with coworkers (he doesn’t like it, then he does it anyway. its hard to turn down free drinks, man). he doesn’t want anyone to know that he actually doesn’t completely hate Norman, or the fact that he doesn’t think his job is the worst thing to ever happen to him, or god forbid he go on a super-sappy 20 minute rant about how much he loves Susie. people would never let him live that down. and while he’s not really one to openly flirt with Susie in public, he’s certainly a huge flirt when he’s wasted. also if he challenges you to a drinking contest say no for your own health.
Susie: bubbly drunk with a side of obnoxious. she’s drunkenly singing her favorite songs from tabletops (in heels? in heels.) and someone’s gotta try to catch her when she falls. she’s telling completely awful jokes that don’t even make sense that you gotta be absolutely wasted to find funny (this and sammy’s ‘laugh at anything’ thing make for a good combo). she’s saying stupid things in stupid voices (including her alice voice, oh lord) and she’s slurring most of her words, and she’s definitely flirting back with Sammy if they’re drinking together. half of it doesn’t make sense, but to them its the most romantic shit they’ve ever heard in their lives.
Wally: rowdy drunk. for some reason he’s yelling everything he says and trying to flirt with inanimate objects, and if he’s not chugging down another bottle he’s probably stuffing his face because he eats a lot when he’s drunk. will probably fight you if you challenge him to one, miss his first punch, fall flat on his face, and he’s knocked himself out. you win the fight and you didn’t even have to do anything. he seems determined to beat Sammy in a drinking contest one day. he’s lost every single time thus far.
Norman: super chill drunk, you can tell him all your secrets and he wont tell anyone because he’s just gonna forget them anyway. or, that’s what he tells you anyway. he’ll also over-analyze the universe and give you 12 existential crisis’s at once, then give people amazing advice that is actually just him stringing random words together and hoping for the best. seeing norman drunk is An Experience, to sum it up in two words. its like philosophical shitposting.
Shawn: very obnoxious and will fight anything that looks at him weird, and that includes things that are physically incapable of looking at him weird like plants and doors. he’s also swearing like you wouldn’t believe and some of its probably lewd, combine this with him wanting to fight everything and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he’s not allowed to drink alcohol at studio parties he attends. its a hilarious contrast to his usual friendly demeanor. he’s been kicked out of bars twice.

Some things you should remember
  • if you ever think you’re ugly, just remember that 2p!england would see you as the most adorable thing in the world
  • if you’re feeling sad or having a bad day, just remember that 2p!germany would plop down next to you  and talk about stupid things until he sees you laugh (and then probably noogie your head)
  • if you think you’re worthless, useless, or nobody likes you, 2p!prussia would run to you and hug you really tight and remind you that people love you and you’re not any of those horrible things that you think you are
  • if anyone ever bullied you or told you mean things, just remember that 2p!america would offer to kick their ass for you
  • if you think no one could like you, just remember that 2p!china would totally flirt with you
  • if you feel self-conscious about your body or weight, just remember that 2p!romano would say your body is beautiful no matter the form
  • if you got a bad grade on a test, just remember that 2p!japan would say a failed test doesn’t mean a failed grade and that you’re still a bright person to him
  • if you ever feel weak or out of shape, just remember that 2p!italy would say your efforts meant something to him and that you can get stronger
  • if you ever feel confused/frustrated about your sexuality or gender, just remember that 2p!france would accept you no matter what, no questions asked, and would still definitely want to bang you
  • if you ever felt bad for saying something you didn’t mean, or felt guilty for giving the wrong impression, just remember 2p!russia would pet your head and assure you that people will still like you
  • if you ever felt like you weren’t good enough, or that someone was always better than you, just remember that 2p!austria would say you’re still number one in his book and plenty of other people would be impressed by you
  • if you ever feel lonely or like you don’t belong anywhere, 2p!canada would definitely sit down next to you and tell you that one day, you will find your place in the universe and that you’re never alone

if you think you’re a nobody, the 2Ps would understand how you feel, and would see you as a wonderful somebody

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4

Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.


First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”


“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.


“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.


I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.


“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.


Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.


Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.

Don’t be shy, leave a comment :)

And you can always send an ideas on what could happen next :)

Part 6 is coming on Wednesday/Thursday!

Insta Live -Daniel Seavey

Requested: Yes 

I got the request for a random Daniel imagine, so this came from scratch. Hope it works!

Word Count: 1,111 !!!  (sorry i thought that was a cool number ok?)

Synopsis: Story in which your relatively new boyfriend and you bicker like a married couple whilst enjoying a game night. Your relationship gets revealed over an Instagram live stream. 

“Cheater! You aren’t allowed to do that!” Daniel threw his hands in the air and shouted.  You slid your metal game piece across the board and took a pile of colorful, fake money. “Last time I checked, you didn’t make up the rules to Monopoly. Did you?” you jokingly snapped back at him. Your boyfriend of one month sat across from you and stared down at the intense board game that was unfolding. “You always win! It’s not fair. There either has to be something I’m not understanding, or the more probable option: You are a dirty little cheater!”  

 “But I’ve played this way my whole life!”

 “I don’t care! That is the most stupid rule I have ever heard of!” Daniel yelled and tossed his Monopoly piece into the air. You fell back onto the floor in a fit of laughter. There was only one thing better than beating Daniel at Monopoly: Daniel getting fake mad about it.

Then, he joined you in laughter as well, finally breaking character. The boy couldn’t act angry with you for more than a minute and everyone knew it.

“Hey! You two!” Jack marched through the hallway of the Why Don’t We house—iPhone in hand. “I’m trying to do a live stream on Instagram and you are screaming over my thoughts!” He swung open the door and panned the camera across the room, revealing the messy game night set up that you two had created. You and Daniel sat on the ground of the living room, surrounded by pillows and blankets. A bowl of popcorn had been overturned in the process.

Instinctually, you held a hand over your face. “Jack! I didn’t sign up to have my face broadcasted to thousands of people.” Of course, you were half joking. You knew that when you started dating Daniel, people would eventually find out and would probably give you extra social media attention for it. So yes, tons of people would see your face at some point. There was just one little problem. You and Daniel had yet to go public with your relationship. A lot of fans speculated your relationship status, but most were still convinced that you two were good friends.

Jack laughed at your camera shyness and started reading off the flood of comments. 


“Is that y/n?”

“#yourshipname is real.”

“Date already!”

 Jack raised his eyebrows and winked at both of you. “Looks like they want you two to stop dancing around the obvious.”

 You gave Jack the evil eye and shook you head. “I have no idea what you are talking about. The only obvious thing here is that I am beating Daniel’s butt.” Daniel raised a hand to his chest, pretending to be shocked. “Not true, y/n! I am a Monopoly master!” You waved your stack of bills in front of your face and proceeded to play along with his banter. “C’mon Daniel. Don’t lie to your fans. It’s not nice.”

Daniel protested again, pushing his default accusation that you were cheating.

“I think you’ve landed yourself a spot in that Monopoly jail cell. I suspect foul play!”

You cupped a hand around your ear and plastered a puzzled look on your face. “Sorry. What was that? I can’t hear you over all of this cash.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got me,” he raised his hands in surrender. “Win. Lose. I don’t care, because at the end of the day, I still get to kiss your face. So, who’s the real winner here?”

Your eyes widened. His comment actually caught you by surprise. Despite your prior agreement to keep your relationship on the down low, he seemed to be revealing it all on camera. Jack’s jaw dropped at Daniel’s flirtatious response.

“Well there you have it folks! The cat is out of the bag!” The comments immediately started going wild again.

Heat began running to your cheeks, so Daniel reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. “Sorry, love. I couldn’t resist that one. I saw the opportunity and I had to take it.”

Jack passed the phone off to Daniel. “I think you are getting quite a few questions. (yourshipname) is taking over my live.” Daniel grinned at the viewers’ reactions. “Aw y/n they think you are cute! Come talk to the fans.” 

There was no going back now, so you chose to finally embrace being in the public eye. Your boyfriend’s eyes scanned the comments as they poured in.

What’s her name?

- Well this is y/n y/l/n. I think she’s pretty cool.”

Where did you meet?

-We met at The Grove in L.A. I was trying to pull ‘a Jonah’ and just go up and talk to her, because I thought she was really pretty and probably out of my league.” You could feel yourself start to blush again so you ducked out of frame.

Daniel laughed at your attempt to avoid the attention and reached out to grab your arm. “Nooo y/n. They want you to come back!” He moved so that he was sitting next to you and pulled you into his side. “Look!” he said as he gestured towards the crowd of humans on the other end of the screen. “They are being super nice!” Daniel was excited to finally be able to gush over you, so you couldn’t object.

You read through more of the questions and picked out one that caught your eye.

Can you tell us a secret about Daniel? ;)

“Ooh someone asked if I could spill some dirt on you!” you teased. “I can’t say no to that. Can I?” He rolled his eyes in response. You guys were always playfully trying to push each other’s buttons.

“Well. Daniel was actually late on our first date.”

“Hey! In my defense, I was-”

“I know I know,” you interrupted. “He claims that he was late because he spent too long holding the door for all of the people exiting the mall.”

Daniel slung his arm over your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “It’s true! I promise!” All you could do was laugh at how honestly innocent he was.

“I know! If that excuse came out of anyone else’s mouth, I wouldn’t have believed them. But, that definitely sounds like something you would do. You’re too nice sometimes.”

Daniel kissed your cheek and smiled. His eyes always lit up the same way when he looked at you and fans definitely noticed. The way his eyes scanned your face was what made people doubt your “just friends” act in the first place.

 “Hey!” Jack shouted from the other side of the room. “No PDA on my Instagram live!”

Just some quick Daniel humor/ kinda fluff 

Hope you enjoyed! 


P.S. Message me if you need anything :-)

Goldilocks || 03

Rated T (language and suggestive themes)

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 1.3k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Well you didn’t have to go rubbing it against me, asshole.”

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist  || Previous Part || Next Part

not my photograph, credit to owner


“Fuck that. There’s no way you could have three fives,” Jimin throws down his half-deck in frustration, “Taehyung put down two earlier.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” you challenge, arching an eyebrow and staring at him over the tops of your three remaining cards. “Cuz remember, I am the QUEEN of bluffing.”

Jimin’s lip quivers, “This isn’t fair. Lying isn’t a thing you should want to be good at.”

“C’mon, Chim,” you coo. “Just make a decision.”

“Who knows? I could’ve been lying,” Taehyung adds, dropping an eyelid in a leisurely wink.

The oldest boy wails, slamming his forehead down on the table, “Why are you HELPING her-?”

“Hyung, she’s telling the truth,” Jungkook’s voice causes you to stiffen. You’d almost forgotten he was there. The kid sits to your left, so when looking at Jimin, to your right, you don’t have to suffer his awful smoldering gaze or that stupid golden fringe.

“H-how do you know?”

Jungkook fixes you in a curious stare, voice soft, “If I told you, that would ruin it, hmm?”

You’re about to start yelling. Why? You’re not sure, but something about his comment rubs you the wrong way and you want to shove it back down his throat. Someone else beats you to it.

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This might be a long ass post but I’m gonna do it… Power Rangers might just be a movie - one made for the nostalgia for our younger selves but even at 28 it was evident for me that this film got me.
Scratch the surface and it teaches us so much

Friends will be the making of you- you might have just 4 ,you might have 40 ,hell you might have 400 but don’t lose them. Except them for who they are ,conquer the world together and love them forever

People can make horrible horrible mistakes- but they can be good people and they can become better people

The one who laughs the most and does reckless things might be the unhappiest and most scared person

The one who broods and hides themselves the most might be the kindest , most interesting and most loyal person you’ll ever meet

The person who fell from grace and made stupid choices can once again be trusted and surprise us all with who they can be

That having a ‘flaw’ makes a person who they are - they’ll probably be the best fucking person in the world

That people can love and respect each other despite background, ethnicity and culture

Women can work together without arguing over a boy, sizing each other up and competing

That friends can have emotional and affectionate friendships with one another

That men aren’t one dimensional human beings

Sexuality is not black and white

That despite your past, the things you’ve done, said, want to do , what you discovering about yourself it’s all ok and sometimes it’s ok not to be ok

We’ve all watched this movie and identified with one of the characters- they speak to us because they are real, more real than any movie characters I’ve ever seen and why because they are all of us. Each one of us is a power ranger

Whatever life throws at you can deal with it in your way, look to your friends and they’ll always be there. Whoever you identify with remember they are perfect in their way and nobody can say otherwise. Be a power ranger 🙌

People like Billy Cranston need to cherished

People like Kimberly Hart can be forgiven

People like Trini can be accepted

People like Zack Taylor have feelings

People like Jason Scott are more than they seem

IM TRINI 💛 Who are you ?

Together we are more 🖤💛❤️💖💙

anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)

anonymous asked:

Dare: perform your most impressive party trick

Companions are dared to perform their most impressive party tricks

Cait: She would probably attempt to pick a master lock with a bobby pin, and hopefully for her, she’d do it.

Codsworth: He would get on that mic, and just start bombarding everyone with corny jokes.

Curie: She would do a simple tongue fold, thinking that it was the most awesome thing ever; she would get shocked when she saw other people do it too.

Danse: Being the proper soldier that he is; He would be able to take apart and put his gun back together in only 1 minute.

Deacon: He had tons of stupid magic tricks up his sleeve. They were pretty simple, but still very effective.

Dogmeat: He could and would do every single dog trick a do could do on command!

Hancock: He would do his cool knife trick; spinning it between his fingers, with ease.

Macready: He would make shadows of various animals on the walls with his hands, over the fire light. He used that trick for Duncan a lot, it would always make him laugh.

Nick: Not surprisingly, he would be able to solve a rubix cube in 1 or 2 minutes.

Piper: It would be amusing to watch her make a perfect cherry comb using only her tongue. (Unaware about what kind of skills she was showing off lol)

Preston: He would be able to successfully pull off a moonwalk dance! He wouldn’t reveal how he managed to.

Strong: He could crush a Brahmin skull between his thighs, no sweat!

X6-88: Of course, X6 is good at math; so solving a really complicated equation wouldn’t be a problem for him.

Maxson: Let’s face it, he’s an absolute alcoholic. He would be able to open a beer bottle with another bottle, pretty useless, since he has the strength to do it with his hands.

Gage: He would be able to shuffle a deck of cards like a pro, in multiple ways.

Ada: It would actually surprise people to watch her pull off the Robot dance!


In Your Eyes, I Thought I Could See the Edge of the Universe

A Park Jimin soulmate!AU story 

Summary: They aren’t soulmates.

Originally posted by jjminie

They say it’s a blessing. They say everyone longs for that day, the day they’ll feel that subtle shift… They’ll know then that they’ve at last met the gaze of their one true love - their soulmate.

There are still tales of a time where people lived in confusion, seeking love amidst the chaos of unpredictability. It’s an idea so very odd that most are unable to even imagine it. In our world, all it takes is a glance, and you know. 

Like everyone else (or so it seemed), I believed in that. When I met Park Jimin, long before he made his name known to millions, I didn’t even blink. He was cute and nice, sure, but he wasn’t my soulmate. We slowly became friends.

Even as a kid, Jimin was the most hardworking of them all. He put his entire soul into everything, and I admired him for that. He wanted to live through his passion, and, over the years I spent by his side, I found that his dream had somehow become mine… It was simple: if he was to succeed, he’d be happy, and that was all I wished for.

Succeed he did, though the path to get there proved to be tortuous.

I remember one night, somewhere during a particularly harsh winter, he broke down in my arms. Holding him as he sobbed in the crook of my neck, I realized that if I could, I’d give him the entire world.

When I look back, I suppose that’s the moment everything changed.

It was a long process, so gradual I didn’t see what was coming until I fell. At first, there was a slight nervousness when we met face to face. Then, I started to apprehend his touch. Eventually, the very sight of him would make my cheeks heat up. The thoughts kept coming - about his smile, his lips, his body - and I became unable to chase them away. I didn’t understand what madness had taken over me, and, without meaning to, I began to distance myself from him.

In spite of my uneasiness, I couldn’t stop (nor even hinder) my fall into the rabbit hole.

It didn’t take Jimin long to realize something was wrong. He kept asking what was going on, and I couldn’t find the words nor the courage to confess that I had foolishly managed to fall in love with him.

I felt stupid and pathetic.

Of course, there were non-soulmate couples out there, but at the time, they appeared like foreign entities, even though at that point already, I would have braved anything if it meant being with him…

But I wasn’t to be his, and he wasn’t to be mine.

Those were facts.

The very thought of him began to make my chest tighten, and something as simple as texting became like a chastisement. I was Sisyphus, and he was my boulder. My best efforts led nowhere, and I always ended up longing for something I knew to be out of reach.

On a Tuesday night, I was tipsy on a few drinks and drunk on my unrequited love, and I blocked him on every possible social media. In the morning, I decided it was for the best. It was selfish, I know it was, but it felt like the only way I could dim my pain… The endeavour led nowhere: I was hurting as much as before, if not more.

That’s why when he showed up at my door unannounced, face clouded in frenzied worry, tears instantly filled my eyes. He hadn’t gotten a word out that I had thrown my arms around him.

“What happened?” Jimin cried. “I haven’t been able to reach you at all! I- I thought…” He paused, panting. “I thought something had happened to you! For god sake, you idiot…”

A great tremor overtook me, and he finally realized I was crying. He tentatively pulling me closer, and the warmth of his breath made a shiver go down my spine.

“What happened?” he asked again this time softly, though his voice was still trembling.

I tried to say something, but I was sobbing too hard to gather my wits.

He let out a resigned sigh. “I missed you,” he said, and I clung into him. “It’s okay,” he whispered in my hair. “I’m here, now, it’s going to be okay…”

In his embrace, I was as vulnerable as a newborn. I allowed myself to be soothed by his voice, by his touch, by his presence…

I love you,” I thought over and over.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but eventually the crying dwindled. He made me sit at the dinning table, studying me with tight eyes. My teeth sank deep into my bottom lip, for I could tell he was waiting for me to talk. I was still hiccupping every now and then, and I had never felt smaller in my entire life. After five or six minutes, I still didn’t know what to say, and he was fidgeting with the helm of his shirt.

“Are you okay?” Jimin questioned weakly, trying to meet my gaze.

I felt yet another tear breaking out, and I quickly wiped it away. He cared about me – he cared so much – and here I was, hurting him because of my idiotic heart.

“I…” I managed to utter. “I’m just…”

“Tell me,” he implored. “We can work it out together… Like we always have.”

I shook my head.

“Y-you don’t understand,” I argued.

A shadow passed over his face. “Look, I haven’t been able to contact you for almost a week. I tried talking to your friends, but I couldn’t reach anyone either…” He paused, and I could sense his desperation. “I- I’ve been sick worried… Please, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Jimin…” I breathed. “It-it’s stupid, it’s the m-most stupid thing that has ever happened to me.”

He stared at me, and in the face of my silence, he decided to move closer. He kneeled before me, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you cry.”

I closed my eyes, and I felt his hand wiping a new tear away.

“It’s okay,” Jimin murmured. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

For some reason – probably because it was late and I was exhausted from all the crying – I believed him. He’d understand, right? He’d help me through…

“I…” I breathed. “I’m… I’m in love with you.”

There was a silence, and I told myself that I had fucked up, that I had lost him forever… I felt a tickling behind my nose, and my lips began to quiver.

“I- I’m sorry,” I managed to say. “I’m-”

He kissed me.

A/N: There’s a second part. It’s coming soon, and it’s angstier.

Edit: Here!

anonymous asked:

Would you at all mind telling us about the Blackwood curse? I seem to remember hearing a bit about it, but not much at all, and I am simply curious.

Ahhh yes…

The Blackwood Files Curse.

So for anyone who doesn’t know, we produce a ‘found footage’ retelling of the video game Until Dawn with our cosplay group. At 10 episodes long, with a cast of 9 people, taking thousands of hours of production and post-production work at six locations over 10 months, the Blackwood Files is by far the largest and most monumental project we’ve ever taken on and certainly the biggest thing I’ve ever directed. Whether you love it, hate it, or are completely indifferent to it, it, it’s needless to say we have a lot of stories from set and post-production.

The most prominent of these has got to be the Blackwood Curse. If you read up about the production of horror movies and TV shows, you’ll probably read a lot about things going wrong, sets being haunted and cursed and so on (the most famous of these is The Crow (1994) when lead actor Brandon Lee was accidentally shot dead with a prop gun during filming) but we are mostly skeptics and never believed anything like this would actually happen to us.

Filming the Blackwood Files involved a lot of horrible things, including a scene where we break the circle on a Ouija board (supposedly letting spirits out) before closing it. We filmed this on the second night of our shoot and none of us were particularly comfortable in doing it but we used that energy to get really fired up for the take and it turned out great.

After this, nothing went right. We’re not saying it’s down to the Ouija board - probably just a stupid coincidence - but a lot of negative stuff has happened surrounding the filming of the Blackwood Files that just doesn’t happen, ever, when we film other shows. Most of it has been technical failures, but there’s some real horrible paranormal stuff in here too.

A breakdown of all the things we’ve experienced, starting with technical issues:

  • Equipment malfunctioning: multiple cameras failing, lights blowing, fully charged batteries and phones dying within minutes of us starting filming.
  • My main camera literally stopped functioning whilst filming, and then WOULD NOT switch off when I flicked the switch to off - happened four times over three locations across eight months, never happens for any other video shoot and the camera is genuinely in very good condition
  • Cast members having constant nightmares: Jack and Sasha were sharing the twin room (Ashley & Chris’ room in the show) during the filming week and experienced alternating nights of nightmares, I’ve also suffered from bad dreams following the shoot
  • Fuses blowing, not just in the lodge we filmed in but also later in our underground cave location, lights turning off and on for no reason, particularly in our ‘basement’ location.
  • Two brand new memory cards out of different packets immediately corrupting after 24 hours of filming with them
  • Footage simply not saving once we’ve pressed the button to stop recording, across multiple devices. Why would it do this? It only ever does this for Blackwood.
  • Footage corrupting in the editing software once I’ve started editing it.
  • The most monumental of all tech failures: a brand new 1TB harddrive with all of the footage on for Blackwood having a physical malfunction just two weeks after finishing the shoot at the lodge location, in the middle of backing it up to another harddrive, causing us to lose over 400gb of the footage we’d shot, specifically our music video and nearly everything we’d done with the Wendigo, the hardest part of the shoot and most impossible to refilm. The harddrive failure is so bad, it’ll cost me £500 to attempt to recover the data, with no promises.
  • My entire laptop failing, which had the Blackwood Files video graphics, music, some of the clips and other things we’d salvaged off the broken harddrive on it. The failure was completely fatal - Apple are great and saved some of the files for me, but the laptop itself is now a £2,000 paperweight.

And now unexplainable things:

  • Unidentifiable footage that NO ONE remembers filming on a secondary camera. It’s a clip we’ve dubbed the ‘cursed clip’ from upstairs in the lodge where you can just hear someone shuffling around and then you see the camera point down at a foot for a split second before it cuts out. We were so confused by this that we made everyone show us their feet, trying to identify who’s foot it was, and when I later checked the timestamp on the clip, it was filmed at a time we were all downstairs filming another scene on the main camera, confirmed by our CCTV angle.
  • The mysterious ‘Missing 9th Person’: throughout the first filming week we were constantly waiting on someone who didn’t exist. With eight of us in the lodge, we would each individually end up saying ‘hang on, not everyone’s here yet’ before we started filming, only to do a headcount and realise we were. It was funny at first until it started being uncomfortable, especially when we’d stopped rolling the cameras and were trying to chill out for the evening. With so many people on set, it’s impossible to constantly verify what’s happened, especially when it comes down to things like ‘I thought I locked that door’ and ‘I thought I heard someone in that room’ but all in all there was a general consensus we were not alone in that lodge. We thought the feeling might stop when we were finally joined by our actual 9th cast member at a later location, but no.
  • People getting sick or injured (one take of Ashley stabbing the psycho went wrong and I actually got stabbed in the shoulder), three of us being bitten by ticks on set.
  • Blackwood is the only thing we’ve filmed where someone has seen an actual apparition. If you’ve watched our recent Who is Most Likely To video, you’ll have heard us laughing about Bee ‘flipping off a ghost’ but what actually happened was she came out of the set location and looked up at the house opposite. The people who live there are curtain twitchers and often complain about noise at that location late at night (they stopped us that night too) but what we didn’t know was that the upstairs portion of the building was a different house, belonging to someone else. That someone else is a middle aged man who was on holiday at the time - the house was supposedly empty. The person in the window staring down at us that Bee flipped off was an old woman (Bee assumed it was the nosy neighbour) who disappeared into the dark moments later. Apparently the last owner before the man who was on holiday was an old woman and she’d died in that house.
  • Something following us home. Maybe this is unrelated, but maybe not. We’ve had loads of horrible unexplainable things happen in our house since we got back from the first filming session - furniture inexplicably moving, seeing ghostly figures, doors closing on their own, and sudden extreme water damage inside the wall. It’s all kind of gross. I’d say it had nothing to do with the Blackwood Files except that it seemed to start in February when we got home.
  • Finally, although I’m sure there are other things I can’t remember… this one I’ve not told anyone because it creeped me out too much to mention at the time (not the first time that’s happened on set, but that’s a later story) but at our second location, the mini cabin Mike and Jess go to, there were curtains in front of the doorways. I caught a glimpse of someone slipping into one of the bedrooms past the curtains (it was Hannah’s room, so I assumed it was her or Sammi because they weren’t in the room with us at the time) but there was something off about the movement - I watched, waiting for them to come back out, but they didn’t turn the bedroom lights on or anything. Both Hannah and Sammi came out of the kitchen instead, at the other end of the room. No one came out of the bedroom. I still feel horrible thinking about it.

Now, we’re not saying that without a doubt Blackwood is cursed. But I am saying that all this awful stuff never seems to happen on the set of any other show we film, and that there is just so much stuff happening that it all feels connected. 

anonymous asked:

You are the entire reason I ship terumob. They're so cute. I love your writting and it's amazing. So far my favorite is Of Nearly Letting Go. It's a damn shame ONE never got to the aftermath of the mogami arc. :o It said you were looking for writing prompts?? Maybe Chapter 9 but from Teru's perspective?? It'd be interesting to see his internal thoughts of the big reveal

Ahhh sorry it took me so long to get to this! 

I tried rewriting scenes before, but I just can’t quite make it interesting enough when all the dialogue is already established. SO. I hope you don’t mind that I adjusted your prompt a tiny bit… now it’s the aftermath of chapter 9 from Teru’s POV.

I really hope you like it, and thank you so so much for the prompt and for reading my fics!!

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In Liminal Space

Teru has no idea what kind of book he’s holding right now. He was looking at the shelf pretending to pick one out for at least a few minutes, but if he was actually expending any energy on reading through the titles, he immediately forgot about them again.

The only thing he knows is that it’s large and heavy and shaking in his hands.

Teru is absolutely no stranger to the sensation of wanting to kick his past self right in the teeth an indefinite number of times. But it’s a relatively new twist that he would feel it this strongly about a past self that’s only a few weeks old. He was under the impression by now that he’d gotten better than that.

Yet here he is, playing through a past argument in his mind again and again, remembering this bitter, satisfied sense of superiority when he brought up the cats to prove a point.

And now it just makes bile collect at the back of his mouth.

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Sometimes Thank You Isn't Enough (Biadore) Mykel

Hello my loves, I’m back with a Biadore one shot. Never done a one shot before, I’m more a bore the world with thousands of words but hey ho, here we go. It takes place just after Danny leaves AS2. I could have written so much more but then I figured if I did, I might was make it a multi chap and I didn’t want to do that.

So here’s this. Its very nearly smut but not quite (Sorry Andrea!) I guess my 8 months on T hormonal mind finds smut a little too much right now. Anyway I hope you like it. Thank you all for your love, y’all mean so much to me. Lemme know what you think.

I think I added all the right tags. I’m sorry if I missed anything. I kinda just wanted to get this out there because it’s plaguing my mind. Enjoy!

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