lance: that’s shiro! that guy’s my hero!!

hunk: oh because he was the top pilot and youngest to graduate the garrison?

lance: *rapid flashbacks to seeing shiro set the champion keg stand record at a frat party* y-yeah…best and brightest pilot hhaha…

victuurimaker  asked:

So I've been following both you and keilattes for awhile now and can I just say how precious both of you are?? I love seeing your posts and meme wars on my dash. I had a pretty shitty week tbh but your posts and art makes me laugh and smile and the world seems like a better place. *Makkachin hugs*

aww, thank you! and I’m glad our bad memes made you feel better <:

also some more asks bc kei is popular on here apparently hahah

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Uzo Aduba (CFA’05) was one of BU’s top sprinters long before she became famous for her Emmy-winning turn as Crazy Eyes on Netflix’s hit show Orange Is the New Black. Aduba, here in 2002, ran 55 meters in 7.07 seconds against a long-standing record of 7.03. Photo courtesy of BU Athletics

I would like to meet you all in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands and record stores. Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
—  Richard Siken, “Snow and Dirty Rain,” from Crush

Janet Jackson recording Don’t Stand Another Chance. It was written by Janet Jackson, her brother Marlon Jackson and John Barnes. Marlon also produced it and provided backing vocals along with brothers Michael, Tito, and Jackie. The song was released as the lead single from her second album Dream Street (1984).

I totally forgot I have this in my stash. Um.. okay. I have this Hunger Games Au for so long, due to school, I avoided my stash completely. Until I (stalked) @kazliin I found a post about this au I remembered again.

’So here, unlike Katniss, Yuuri knew the stunt he pulled (double dress and mockingjay). Also this is catching fire/quarter quell

I’m rushing to school so if you’re curious of my own idea, here. This is a translated FAQ I I get from my fic (not in english, the fic):

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Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226


When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.


The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”


Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

Coloured Bricks, Pick Up Sticks

Or: Anything can be a superpower if you get it hot enough. 

Wordcount: 1,900+

Genre: Weirdly and unnecessarily specific diagetic meta/comedy/drama

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Inko

Perks: (Pseudo-)Multi-Quirk Izuku, Quirk Experimentation, Quirk Lore, Izuku’s Extremely Tenuous Grip On The Basic Concept Of What Toys Are

Experiment One: Heat Resistance Is A Superpower

Midoriya Izuku is a very warm person.

Not his personality (though that’s also true). It’s his quirk. His quirk is that he’s warm.

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I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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Suzanne Lenglen (1899-1938) was a French tennis player, who dominated the world of women’s tennis from 1914 to 1926. During this time she won 31 Championship titles, and became the first female international sports star.

She won the World Hard Court Championship at the age of 15, making her the youngest winner of a major championship in tennis history, a record that still stands. She was No. 1 from 1921, when the rankings began, to 1926, and her record of 98% wins means that she is regarded as the best female player of all times.

X-squad dance preference?

Kurt: A sweet little blueberry to good for this world, he loves trying new things, which includes whatever dance he sees someone doing. Being extremely flexible from his circus days he can do some impressive moves. If you compliment him though he will get all shy and blush avoiding eye contact

Alex: He’s not normally one for dancing, unless it’s sleepily slow dancing with you in the kitchen, on early mornings still half asleep with the sun just peeking through the blinds.

Scotty: Scott’s a stick in the mud, he wont dance because he’s ‘cool’ or at least thinks he is. But always tags along with everyone else for fun.

Warren: Warren does not dance. He knows how to dance, being from a wealthy family he was taught how to properly dance at a young age and hated it. You can drag him to the floor but he will just stand there being a pouty bird

Peter: He has all the new dance moves down, he moon walks out of a situation quite often.(forget disco though, not his thing) he likes to dance ridiculously to make you laugh and tries to get you to join him, you might be too busy giggling at him though
Modern!Peter would have every Just Dance memorized and have competitions with the squad, mainly Jubilee.

Jubilee: Being the little ray of sunshine she is, she loves to dance to anything upbeat and fun, dragging you out to dance a weekly thing at least.

Hank: Hank tries his best to be romantic, even if he is clumsy and trips over his words quite often. It’s cute, him or you will put on an old record and you usually stand on his feet though or he’ll trip over them himself.

Jean: Jean is a pro. At many things, including dance. Usually with Jubilee or her s/o, but more composed about it, she’s very graceful with her movements even when she’s just dancing for fun.

anonymous asked:

I wish I understood the Taylor Swift narrative that's being pushed right now by Harry. Album lyrics aside, Harry is full on embracing her presence in his promo this week and allowing his recognized, longtime friends to talk about her. Nick Grimshaw R1/ Two Ghosts; Liam in his video interviews talking about MSG, Ed Sheeran & mentioned her being with Harry; Carpool Harryoke and the strong rumor that her song Trouble was sang by him (oh man, the video for that one!) Is this to sell more HS records?

Hi. I’m a little drunk in an Uber so I hope I make some sense and also apologize in advance if I don’t.

The simple answer? Yes. Everything he’s done so far is to sell records. It’s the music BUSINESS. Even if there is a moment when he’s truly 100% himself it’s to sell records.

His promo has been fascinating for me to watch. Because in some respects there have been some AMAZING highs but also some really HUH? Moments.

I really wish they would just trust him. Let his talent and personality shine for themselves. Met the album grow over time rather than quick sales. He’s effortlessly charming, beyond charismatic, and RIDICULOUSLY talented. Like it just hit me this morning that he’s only 23 years old. He has so much more time to learn and grow and perfect his talents as a singer, songwriter, and performer. He’s already this fantastic, imagine how great he’ll be in 5-10 years time.

My biggest issue with Jeff going into things is that he always came across as lazy to me. He was born into the business. And look, I’m sure he’s put some work in. I respect the fact that he’s worked on the agent side of things and learned how that worked rather than just immediately jumping into being the heir to his father’s legacy. But I’m still seeing laziness.

Personally I think there are a few reasons harry is embracing it. First, he’s been told it will help sell more records. While I still stand by for him it’s not about the financial aspect and the money it will bring, I do believe he wants as many people as possible to hear his music. I do think he wants to be taken seriously as an artist. And for that to happen people need to actually listen to his music.

Second, I think it’s a way to keep his private life private. He wants that separation. If people are busy talking about Taylor they won’t be busy asking about Louis.

Finally, and I think this ties into the second part, I think he’s kind of learned to enjoy putting on a character of sorts when it comes to promo. A way to not have to truly be himself. Sure, you get bits and pieces here and there, but Harry Styles™ is not the real Harry Styles and there might be a kind of freedom in there for him.

Anyway. This answer is probably all over the place and I do hope it makes sense. Whiskey makes me use a lot of words.

List of Lance’s random talents:

  • He can do that thing where you flip a water bottle and it lands standing (his record is four water bottles at once)
  • He’s surprisingly good at throwing things into other things backwards (i.e throwing a pen behind him and having it land in a cup, throwing something into the fridge, throwing something into the garbage behind him, etc)
    • Lance every time he successfully completes a trick shot: Someone call an exorciser because I have been possessed by the ghost of Michael Jordan!
    • Hunk: Michael Jordan isn’t dead..
  • (To add to the above: Lance cannot apply this trick to basketball. He is awful at basketball.)
  • Is almost always correct when he guesses the time
  • An excellent shot with a rubber band
  • Always stops a microwave before the timer runs out and it can beep
  • Can spin/roll anything between his fingers (pens, coins, etc.)
  • Can solve a rubix cube like it’s nothing, even while blindfolded
So how about that trailer huh!

What’s this? Food? Bait??????????? Is this how you lure Bendy away so you can progress? 

This ripple affect makes the ink look kinda deep. Are we going for a swim? I was hoping for/terrified of this. 

The recording room! With two script stands. Recording two voice actors at once isn’t standard practice but it does allow opportunities for more “organic” acting so that’s neat.

The music room! With the same sign we saw in the break room. Really hoping we’ll get more sign rooms like this. Also I thought that cello was a fiddle for a minute and damn near lost my shit!



The Traveling Wilburys, 1988.

“I just loved playing with the Traveling Wilburys. It was such fun doing that. Oddly enough, with a band that included, besides myself, Bob Dylan, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty and Jim Keltner on drums, I felt less pressure than I had on many smaller projects, beause none of us had to worry about the solo performance thing so much. There was so much input from everybody, and we were all relieved to be in a band of equals where no one had to worry about doing all the lead vocals or all the writing. I think a lot of people who liked the first album didn’t get the second one, Traveling Wilburys Vol. 3. Unfortunately, it came out just when the Gulf War was starting and the economy was going down. I remember we were going down to choose outfits for our first video and we heard that they had just bombed Baghdad. But a song like ‘New Blue Moon’ [from Vol. 3] has that slap-back echo and the feel of all those great Fifties records I loved. It stands up to modern technology, yet has the brightness and feel of a real rockabilly record from the Fifties or early Sixties. It made me feel like I’d come full circle in a way.” - George Harrison, Guitar World, 1992

For Anon! Lemme tell y’all something. I freakin love old school Britney Spears. I love her so much. Also I ate one piece of some really rich strawberry cheesecake and I feel fAT

-Mod Iruma

~Boys walking in on their s/o singing/dancing/etc. to (OLD SCHOOL) Britney Spears~

-Knowing Ouma, he’d join in
-No matter what you were doing
-He’d sing, dance, whatever
-And he’d do it partially because he’d get to spend time with you, but mostly he’d do it because he LOVES Britney
-He wouldn’t take all the glory for himself though
-He’ll probably watch you sing and snicker a bit, but then join you
-Ouma can’t stand watching from the sidelines after all!

-Amami would definitely watch you
-He might even have a camera with him, recording your every move and every word that comes out of your cute little mouth!
-He might also post it on social media? ??
-You’d have to beg him to delete it
-You might even have to bribe him with store-bought cookies…
-He deletes it off his page, but saves it on his camera roll

-This lil cutie would walk into your room, curious of what that loud noise was
-He didn’t know you were doing something private!!
-But then, still curious, he walks into your room and FINALLY figures out what’s going on
-He dances along with you, humming quietly as he does it
-It takes you about 2.5 seconds to notice he’s there
-You scrEEch
-And he does the same
-He apologizes and dAshes out of your room

-This shy bean just sits and watches from the doorway
-Maybe recording??
-When he’s found, you scream, which makes Saihara scream louder
-He comes back, extremely embarrassed, and complements you on your singing/dancing
-You invite him to sing/dance with you, but he declines
-BUT, he does suggest slow dancing, which is what you two do until about 2:00 a.m.

-Like Kiibo, Gonta is curious of what your doing and walks into your room
-But UNLIKE Kiibo, he’s embarrassed but he stays and watches
-You invite Gonta to come sing with you
-He declines at first, but then he finally joins you
-And he’s actually a pretty good singer!
-Like, really, really, good!
-You sing along with Britney for awhile, but then it drifts to Melanie Martinez
-Which you both like just as much

-He walked into your room at first, laughing at how incredibly cute you are
-But when Britney has a solo, he’d surprise you by singing the solo part
-And you’d both laugh until your stomachs hurt
-But then, when you were dancing, he would twist his ankle
-You would laugh, until you realize he was really hurt
-Then you sat on the couch and watched a movie while Kaito rested his ankle
-You still had fun despite Kaito’s twisted ankle
-Which, in itself, was pretty funny

-Ryoma is just snickering silently while recording you
-Also recording
-He stands in the doorway until you notice him
-“H-How long have you been standing there…?”
-He looks at his phone and checks the recording time
-“Hmm…About 45 minutes.”
-Your face turns crimson as soon as he finishes his sentence
-He complements you on your singing
-Then you suggest him to sing
-He says no
-No no no no no no no
-You finally give up and go back to singing by yourself
-(Ryoma’s still recording…)

-Korekiyo’s embarrassed
-Not like the kind of embarrassed like, “Ew, that’s my s/o, what are they doing?”
-He’s the kind of embarrassed where you can’t see any color on his face but pink?
-Korekiyo thinks you’re just so cute!!
-He wants to cuddle you on the couch
-But he leaves you to your singing/dancing
-He takes a few pictures while humming along to Britney
-Then leaves the room
-He swoons over the pictures he took
-How did he end up with an s/o like you?

anonymous asked:

How would Vixx record their s/o giving them a deep throat/face fuck? (They agreed on filming)

I hope you were hoping for like a list type thing…this is lowkey a shitpost im sorry

thank you to the love of my life @twinkybyuns for helping me out!! love u

N: Cha will use a fuckin webcam or some shit. He’ll sit in front of his computer and have you deepthroat him in his chair. He’ll give sexy ass moans for sure tho. He’s vocal so that’s a blessing. He’ll email it to himself or something idk.

Leo: I think Leo would be really planned for it. It’ll be right before he leaves for tour. He’ll have candles lit and everything. He’ll have a high-def camera up on the nightstand to record it.He’ll stand in the middle of the room with you on your knees.Some high quality porn.He’d toss his head back and groan(remember that vid that of hyuk punishing leo for losing at table tennis, imagine those sounds)

Ken: Ken would use his phone in a POV shot looking down at your deep throating him. He wouldn’t say much so he could hear more of the sounds you make when you choke on his dick. He’ll send it to his friends.

Hongbin: He’s extra as fuck so he’ll use a fuckin selfie stick. He’ll let you do what you want, he won’t face fuck you unless you ask him too. Otherwise, you’ll just have to deepthroat him.

Ravi: He’ll record with his phone, with the selfie camera so you’re both in the shot. You’ll be on your knees in front of him. He’ll have one hand controlling your head and he’ll be talking dirty to you; “suck it baby,””just like that,”“you’re so fucking dirty”

Hyuk: He’ll be sat on the bed with his phone positioned somewhere nearby. He’ll use both his hands to force your head still while fucking your throat. He’ll call you names the whole time; slut, whore, cunt, skank. anything u fancy. He’ll play songs like “neighbors no my name” and “dive in”. He’ll send the vid to his members and friends cause he’s a sick fuckboy.

i hope this gives u something xx

Merry Christmas, @stilesandderek!

Merry Christmas! I tried to fit in a few things you mentioned liking. Have a great day :)

“That’s fine, Andrew,” Derek lies through his teeth. “Just go get some rest.”

“You sure?” Andrew croaks down the phone.

“Certain. I’ll be fine,” Derek lies again.

Andrew coughs and then hangs up. Derek throws his phone down into his bag.

“Shit. Fuck.” He drops his head into his hand and curls his fingers through his hair.

“Dude? Derek?” Erica moves her swivel chair over to him. “What’s going on.”

His final grade just went up in smoke, is what is happening. “Andrew can’t do the recording.”



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