seriously go read it right now

anonymous asked:

Why don't you write smut?

There are like three answers to this, so here you go.

1. While I have no problem reading it, I can’t take it seriously when I try to write it. The words sound so cheesy to me and I’m just like, uh… no. To be honest, I haven’t tried to write smut since I wrote fics for Glee, but I’ve just never been able to do it.

2. I feel like you need to have some experience to be able to write it properly. Back when I was in the Glee fandom, you could tell right away who had never actually had sex before. Now, I’m not saying it has to be this way for everyone. I’m sure there are some people who can write it even if they haven’t experienced it, but I can’t. I’ve never even had my first kiss, but that one’s not as difficult to write as good smut.

3. I actually get quite a few people who write me telling me they’re happy I don’t write smut. I always thought it would hold me back from getting a lot of reviews or a lot of people reading, and maybe it has, but I haven’t really noticed it. Some people are very uncomfortable with smut in fics, and I’m glad I can be a place they can come to and read a “romantic” fic without being uncomfortable.


The marks appear halfway through the third trimester of her first year at Dupont. Alya had just gotten out of the shower when she spots it in her bathroom mirror. Etched into the skin beneath her right shoulder blade, the words follow a curved trail along her spine in tiny cursive. It takes the combined help of her Ladybug compact mirror, her camera phone, and a whole lot of squinting for her to finally make out what it says:

“while loving someone deeply gives you courage”

No capitalizations. No punctuation marks. No hint of whether the phrase begins or ends the rest of the sentence.

-the writing on our skin by @charme-miraculeux

Inspired by the wonderful soulmate story written by Justine!! If you have not read it yet, I would strongly recommend it! You can read it on tumblr here or on ao3 here!


Art from the book A Monster Calls written by Patrick Ness and illustrated by Jim Kay.

It’s a children’s book about a boy (Conor) who starts having nightmares about a monster every night since his mother started her cancer treatment. One night when he wakes up, there is an actual monster right outside his window. The monster is a yew tree in the cemetery behind Conor’s house during day-time but the monster we see at night. I wont go into more detail about the story because it’s really worth reading. You might want to have some tissues and ice-cream ready though.

It was inspired by Siobhan Dowd, who passed away due to cancer and could not write this book herself

Theory on the Future Fate of the Blue Lion

 First off, if you haven’t seen the new reboot of Voltron or listened to the SDCC Voltron panel, let me warn you that this post will contain some spoilers so stop reading right now and go watch Voltron. 

Ready? Okay, here we go.

Now I know that ever since season one of Voltron has ended, the growing fandom of Voltron has been producing A LOT of theories of what season two will bring us. And the trailer for season two has only doubled the hype for the upcoming season and for the fan theories. 

The two theories that seem to dominate the Voltron tag are definitely the theory that Keith is either a Galra/Human hybrid or Galra/Altrean hybrid (seriously this theory has pretty much taken control over all Voltron art and fanfiction in the last few weeks) and the second theory is that Shiro will either by killed off like his forgotten 80′s Norwegian brother Sven (rest in peace dear Holgersson) or be captured for long period of time allowing Keith or Allura to take over the Black Lion. (Though this theory begs the question that is Keith has to lead Voltron and pilot the Black Lion to do so does that mean Lance will take over the Red and Allura pilot the Blue? Will Keith have to give Lance his precious red jacket? Will Lance grow a 80′s mullet too? This theory brings up so many questions)

Both these theories are awesome and have pumped up a lot of great material from the fandom so far and will probably continue to do so until season two comes around later this year.

However, there’s been a theory mulling around in my head for a while now and so far, I haven’t really seen any other fan pick up on it. And since I have no one to discuss this with, I’m going to lay it all out right here for you Voltron fandom!

As the title of this post suggest, this theory revolves around the Blue Lion which automatically means a lot of it is going to deal with this guy:

 Why so scared? Not every Voltron theory is filled with angst and- oh fuck, nevermind.

Yes, while the most fandom are biting their nails over the fates of poor alien Keith and the possible death/capture/brainwashing of Tadashi- oh nevermind that’s Sven- I mean Shiro- I’m sitting in my isolated corner of outlandish theories mentally preparing myself over the possible horrendous fate that could possibly await our favorite Blue Paladin.

But “Why?” you, anonymous tumblr user, will ask.What solid clue can be found in season one that could possibly hint that anything bad could happen to Lance and the Blue Lion in the coming seasons?

Well, simple. It all begins with this lines right here:

                 Foreshadowing or too much Film Theorists? Probably the former                                 but who cares, I’m finishing this post.

Even when I first watched the series the first time around, this line always stuck out to me. I know it’s supposed to lead to a snappy argument with Keith to lighten the area on the serious mood of the scene, but it still felt a bit odd.

Then I began to wonder if it might foreshadow to something coming later in the series. Many of the writers of the new Voltron reboot have written stuff for The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra- both series that have been known to plan ahead and leave foreshadowing to future events in small ways so I wouldn’t put it past the team of Voltron to do the same.

So, the question is, will Lance’s mind because fused with a giant ship in the future? Perhaps with with one…..

     Yeah, stop smiling Blue, this theory doesn’t really end well for you.

Of course, since Blue technically already has her own sentiment mind, this couldn’t work unless something were to happen to the Blue Lion that would make her lose the Quintessence, the life form, that allows her to be more than a plain machine….

….Something along the lines of Zarkon destroying one of the lions as a last ditch effort to prevent Voltron from ever being used against him. 

Because damn it if he can’t have his Voltron action figure than nobody should get the Voltron action figure.

But seriously, wouldn’t this be the best plan all together if everything else fails?Why waste all the time and resources trying to steal the lions when he can just destroy one of them and prevent the so-called ultimate weapon from being used against him in the first place? He was doing an okay job of conquering the universe without the Voltron for the last 10,000 years. 

But why the Blue Lion you of little faith ask? If that’s his last ditch plan, then he could destroy any of them to make it work.

Well you’re right- there is no solid evidence to support the idea that it would be the Blue Lion could be destroyed or permanently damaged if these theory plays out. 

But from a writer’s standpoint, if any of the Lions’ were to be killed or damaged, the one that would hit most with the audience probably be Blue.

Look at it this way- who was the lion that the main characters, and we as an audience first met?

                                             Love at first sight.

That’s right. It was Blue. And by all accords, she is the lion that we spend the most time with solo on screen. We get to see more of her personality and grow attached to her at the same time as the main characters to. She is the Lion we, as an audience, have the most emotional attachment to. If anything were to happen to the lions, it would hit the hardest if it happened to Blue. 

And you can bet that the writers did that on purpose.

              How dare they make me feel emotions for this giant robot cat.

So Zarkon destroys Blue to make forming Voltron impossible. Maybe he absorbs her quintessence to make himself more powerful just as he did with that one planet. So her mechanical body may still be somewhat intact, but her lifeform that makes her a living being is gone. She is a lifeless shell. But of course, Lance, her pilot, would share the same Quintessence as Blue. What if, as the ultimate sacrifice, Lance will give up his own Quintessence, his very life force, and fuse with the Blue Lion, thus in a way, becoming the Blue Lion himself?

                                        Oh look Blue! We’re a match!

But, you argue, could this be possible? Making an AI out of memories like with Alfor and the Castle Ship is one thing, but Lance literally becoming the next Blue Lion? Impossible! Nay! Nay!

Don’t worry, I’d be “naying” in disbelief with all of you if I hadn’t realized that we’ve been watching organic beings becoming sentient warships (aka the Robeasts) throughout the entire first season. Haggar and druids have doing this since the very beginning. For example:

This guy

became this asshole

And Haggar’s weird pet lizard

became a digimon I’m pretty sure

Based on this evidence, I’m pretty sure the Lions of Voltron probably all used to be actual organic beings at one point in time before becoming literal weapons to protect the universe.  Haggar and her druids probably rediscovered this same magic to create their own Voltron Lion wannabes.

But if this theory comes true and Lance does sacrifice himself to become the next Blue Lion, then the question is, who would be the next Blue Paladin?

The answer of course, for those who have watched the original series is….

                                Literally fuck anyone who just said Sven. 

Yes Princess Allura. Who else? Blue is literally one of the key colors that represents her in the series. And I don’t think it is just a coincidence that out of all the paladins it was Lance that Allura first saw when she woke up from her 10,000 year long sleep.

I’m going to ride you one day…And not in the way you’re thinking about, pervert.

You would think that the writers would have had Allura fall into Keith’s arms (who was her love interest in the past series) or maybe Shiro’s (since there seems to be some hinting of romance between them), but no, she falls into Lance’s arms, thus already starting the connection between future pilot and lion.

So there you have it folks! I’ve just tossed in my theory for what might happen in the future of the series. Of course, this is all just plain, fun speculation! And whether you agree with it or not, I’d love to hear what you think about it!

Jikook smutty fic recs

Hi everyone! So after my post recommending my fave jikook fics, I received a couple of requests for a smutty version of those recommendations. Althought most of the fics i suggested did contain a smutty part at some point in the story, and the fact that I don’t tend to read fic just for the smut (even if a lil smut is good. u know what i mean, u gotta earn it), i figured i would still be able to recommend some of my faves to you fellas

This will be kinda personal choices tho’, you’ll figure out i tend to prefer top!jk and bottom!jm and that i may or may not have some kinks

So yeah here are some of the great smutty fics I’ve read recently! As always, I’ll tend to suggest more recent fics, while incorporating classics because yeah

They are mostly Porn without plot/Plot what plot because that’s what i consider a smutty fic right?

* - spicy

** - hella spicey

*** - see you in hell

1. If i get in, i might just drown, by fatal (cumrich). *** One shot, 12k, complete. “fucking jimin has always been jeongguk’s favourite hobby. ruts just made it that much more special.” ((Ok so this is the ultimate one. Just go read the tags and you’ll understand. Just thinking about it is a sin. Also go read milk and honey by the same author if you liked it, it’s sort of the continuation!))

2. Underdressed and oversexed, by gangbang. * (hey look my fave author) Two chapters, 24k, not completed. “jungkook just needs the money. it’s kind of unfortunate jimin happens to be the porn star he’s jacked off to for the past three years.” ((Again, all is in the tags. Pornstar AU. Lots of dirty talk. A lil’ bit of plot, but not so much. The 2nd chapter is my fave))

3. Help you out, by snowflakechim. Two chapters, 6k, completed. * “Jimin is stressing over the end of the semester. Jungkook is more than willing to help.” ((Ok so this one is pretty short, but it’s in two chapters and really there is no plot lol. Ft. Jeonlous, and dirty talk.))

4. Entertain us, by NightsBurning. One shot, 10k, complete. *** “Jimin sometimes feels like the pressure is getting too much. His band members are all far too willing to help him out with relieving some stress, though.” ((Okay so this one… not only jikook, OT7. Sharing is caring. A true classic. Extra extra smutty. Just thinking about it make me embarrassed all over again. Go read it if you haven’t already.))

5. Primal, by Rose_gold715. One shot, 6k, complete. ** ”Jimin goes into heat and Jungkook sees Jimin’s unguarded, unrestrained Omega side for the first time.” ((ABO dynamics extremely well-written. + jeonlous. What there more to ask ? If it’s your thing i mean. you could try it w/ this one))

6. Stupid Batteries, by Zelupsi. One shot, 2k, complete. * “Jimin gets stuck on an alpha knotting dildo, and Jungkook ends up there to save the day.” ((Another ABO dynamics while we’re at it. + I found it quite funny so yeah but i can’t quite remember if the smut is that great))

7. For_Yoongi.avi, by strangedesires. One shot, 3k, complete. * ““Record yourselves for me,” Yoongi had said against Jimin’s lips after leaving the comfort of their shared bed.(OR: Jeongguk takes it upon himself to record himself and Jimin for Yoongi, and he gets a bit too comfortable with the power he has in Yoongi’s absence).” ((Starts with Jikook only, ends w/ sugaminkook. I did not think it was my thing either. But it was. And it’s gonna be for u too. Go read it. Dirty talk + dom/sub undertones.))

8. Backseat, by nomilkonlysuga (Umekozaru). ** One shot, 7k, complete. “Yoongi is possessive. Jimin is his. Jungkook is his. With the small difference that Jungkook can’t keep his fucking hands to himself, apparently. Punishment ensues.” ((Ok so this one is hella good. Trust me and go read it right now. Starts w/ a long long jikook. Then sorta turns into sugakookmin again, but you’re iniciated by now. Seriously it’s so good, it redefined my standarts for smut. Dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, do i even have to tag those? all my recommandations have it by now welp And a bit of an exhibitionist kink + cars))

9. Just a little bit more, by Levetrate. * 2 chapters, 4k, complete. “He hadn’t meant to say it, it just kind of happened.” ((Ok so the overuse of italics and bigger letters is hella annoying in this one, but i couldn’t not include a daddy kink one. It’s hella strong in this one, if you’re into that))

10. Detained, by PARKCHlM. One shot, 3k, complete. * “Park Jimin is a brat, but Officer Jeon is always there to put him in his place.” ((So to conclude this list, here’s what we all lowkey wanted since the legendary RUN BTS with the assclap : officer JK and prisoner JM having hate sex.))

So this concludes my smutty recommandations for you guys today! I felt so stupid and embarrased doing this but hey, still took me hella long time. I hope you enjoyed it!

If you have any other fic recs that are not included in this post or my previous one, please send it to me and i’ll gladly read it! And if you have any particular requests, don’t hesitate to message me about it!

See ya soon sinners’

picture this.

Originally posted by swagmama

elijah mikaelson x reader

warnings: smut, swearing and adorable smitten elijah.

prompt: elijah finds your private photos and gives in to his desires.

you were temptation and you didn’t even seem to realise it. wether you were sitting with a book on your lap, reading quietly to yourself or stretched out in bed in your tight fitting tank top and underwear, catching elijahs eye as he walked past. 

you’d been living with the mikaelsons for two years, and ever since elijah had laid eyes on you, he’d been smitten. at first, it was an innocent kind of love, wanting to hold you when you cried or wash your hair after he’d ran you a bath but that had escalated quickly to catching himself staring a little longer than usual - eyes darting to your cleavage and well rounded ass before back up to your eyes. 

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when a ladybug meets a spider [m]

❛❛my pet tarantula escaped from my dorm room and i’m not even allowed to have a fucking goldfish here so what do i have to do for u to keep your mouth shut❜❜ AU

COUNT → 14.176

GENRE →  smut | humor

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → theres a fcking tARANTULA | bad wiccan stereotypes | explicit language | graphic sex | offensive to those who like mushrooms and to shower at night

NOTE → um. so this is really weird. seriously. read the warnings and really think hard about if this is REALLY worth it. i have like. a lot of requests. but somehow this happened. i dont regret anything right now but i will soon. here u go. send me requests even tho i just said i have a lot

There are two types of people in this world: people who shower in the morning and people who shower at night. So, like, basically people who are right and people who are fucking wrong.

You—of course—fell into the first category. Thinking back to every night you had ever showered, you always woke up with gross, oily skin and frizzy hair. That might have just been a genetic problem of yours that you really should’ve talked to a professional about instead of shaming people that didn’t agree with you, but you just really fucking hated showering at night.

Showering in the morning, though, made you a productive member of society. And you did feel like a productive member of society one morning as the hot water continuously spouted from the shower head and fell down the curve of your back. However, you weren’t yet aware that you had a hairy spectator.

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Attention (M)

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

Requested by: @sehuns-bubble-txe

Request: Based on the song Attention by Charlie Puth

References to lyrics are in bold

Genre: Angst/Smut

Member: Sehun


You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to say anything about it. You’ve always hated confrontation and had felt awkward when you had to have an important conversation about something. All these years and you haven’t changed.

You had thought that you were getting better with your problem of confrontation, but that didn’t seem to be the case right now. To be fair, you weren’t sure if confrontation was the thing that you were afraid of. Maybe it was that you were more afraid of what the problem actually turned out to be and if you were the cause of it.

You noticed how Sehun started acting indifferent towards you. He just didn’t seem interested in what you had to say, in what you were doing… or you in general.

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Show You (Ethan)



You slammed your locker shut feeling more frustrated than ever as you gripped your books hard in hand. You felt like a total outcast. It wasn’t a bad thing to be inexperienced when it came to sex and you took pride in the fact that you hadn’t given it up to just anyone. You were waiting for the right one and that’s all there was to it. But that came with endless taunting and teasing from your classmates. Especially in sex-ed class where you, obviously, got it the worst.

“You mean…you’ve never like…fooled around with a guy?” Your friend Shawna asked you, her eyes wide as she shoved a bobby pin in her hair. You were in the girls washroom and you looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. The last thing you needed was the entire school knowing you were still a virgin.

“No.” You shrugged. “Does that matter?”

“I mean…no..” She frowned slightly. “But why? Guys are pawning after you left and right.”

“Not really.” You sighed. But being the virgin made you a prime target. Guys were dying to be your first and it really kind of grossed you out.

“Yes, really. You also have the hottest fucking friends in the entire world who I’m sure would jump at any opportunity to get in your panties .”

Your mind wandered. Ethan and Grayson

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“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.

You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.


You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”


“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.


After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”


“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”

What if you're wrong?

If Christians are wrong about everything (God, Jesus, Heaven, Hell) then at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter.

They just spent their lives following something that doesn’t exist or matter because there’s nothing after death right?

But what if Christians are right?

If Christians are right and you’re not a Christian or you are but you’re not living right or how a Christian should live then you’re making the biggest mistake of your life.

If you’re wrong and there really is a Heaven and a Hell then where you spend eternity will be in the balance and you’ll go to Hell wishing you did what was right.

There are people in Hell right now wishing they are you. Wishing they had a second chance to live their lives the right way. To live their lives for Jesus.

Please don’t ignore this.

Take this seriously.

Where you will spend eternity is the most important decision.

And it’s a decision only YOU can make.

Choose life, choose Jesus.

Dear Rika Sympathizers

Y’all can go and fuck off. 

I’m seriously not a fan of hating on MM characters and starting wars about it. 


I’m sorry in advance if you guys didn’t expect me to have a strong opinion on this one. Feel free to discuss this with me. 

  • “Rika wasn’t at fault for V’s blindness.” 

What? Why are you ignoring canon facts? She did “blind” him. Yes maybe not fully, but if it weren’t for Jumin, he would be fully blind in the future. 
And no Theories can change this. It’s canon. 

  • “V did terrible things to Rika.”

He what? Yes, V is not an angel. He did handle things wrong the wrong way.
He did take an obsession for love. It was his first time being supposedly in love. How is he supposed to know if it’s real or not? But he did realise it, he did apologise. He can not do more than that. 
Yes, he did hide a lot of things. He knows it was wrong and he will not do it again. WHAT ELSE CAN HE DO??? 

  • “B-But Mental illness! Rika was terribly ill!!!” 

Yes, she was. It’s not stated what she had exactly. And while I agree, mental illnesses can excuse certain actions to a certain degree. The weight of Rika’s actions is far heavier than anything that is excusable with mental illnesses. 

What Rika did wasn’t just insulting or punching someone. 
She manipulated, abused, blinded, drugged and stabbed V. She manipulated, brainwashed, drugged and used Saeran (The probably biggest victim in this) who has, up to the point, where Rika influenced him, never done anything wrong. 
She brainwashed and drugged, god knows how many people, starting a cult. 

This is, not just “she’s mentally ill”. Those are heavy crimes and she got away with it already in the secret endings. Which is terrible. It’s horrible. 

None of you would excuse child rape with a mental illness. But you excuse this shit? 

  • “If Rika weren’t a woman you all would love her!” 

Don’t even get me started with it. Don’t even. This is like the biggest bullshit I have heard. Most of the fandom will agree that Rika is fucking beautiful. I’d so romance and help her if she wasn’t this terrible person. And I think, this goes for most of the fandom who is strongly against Rika. 
Rika is fucking hot but if we were to be like “WOOOOOH RIKA IS BEST PERSON EVER SHES LIKE MENTALLY ILL AND HOT LETS JUST PRAISE HER!” Y’all would also say it’s disgusting. 
You guys trying to defend her is more than gross. 

I think, this is so far the most disgusting shit I have heard. Her stuff is inexcusable. She deserves to at least be punished for her crimes and nothing, absolutely nothing will change this. 
Sorry in case this is too harsh, but this really gets me worked up. 

Live Stream ♡ Christian Yu

Originally posted by highgrnder

“Ah.. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.. what a gorgeous girl.”

Christian was live streaming once again and I was currently at a shoot getting my necessities together before leaving. I received the Instagram notification and decided to see what my soon to be man had to offer. 

A lot of people figured we were together because of what we post via Instagram, and Twitter. We were just two individuals obviously in love with each other but too afraid to take action. We acted like a couple, that’s for sure. I met Christian when Dabin was searching for a certain someone for his ‘RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW’ music video, and he just so happened to be paired up with my very best friend. 

“Who is Y/N?” Christian repeated from a fan who commented.

“She’s a friend of mine. Such an appealing girl.. ridiculously stunning, and over all just a great catch.”

You’d have to be stupid to not realize how intrigued he was. Not a day goes by of him not expressing his genuine feelings to poor little Dabin about you.

“I’ve hung out with her plenty of times, and not a second goes by where I’m not completely fantasized by her damn beauty of a smile. I swear she’s got to be Santa’s little present to me or something,” Christian grinned before placing his chin on his balanced fist. 

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Art for Mazberrypie’s amazing fic, All is Calm, which is the best !Akuma! Marinette fic I have ever read. Her design is as chilling as the title, and her akumatized persona Silent Night (pictured above, obviously lol) is the tough cookie I would expect Marinette to be if this were to somehow happen. 

 The raw emotion and struggle Marinette goes through as she’s trying her hardest not to let Silent Night take control is written so well, and it’s all complimented by Chat’s own struggle to figure out how to help while ironically waiting for Ladybug to show up. Seriously, I can’t recommend this fic enough. Everyone should go read it right now. I don’t wanna spoil the rest of it  : )

Edit: click on the image to view it so it’s NOT blurry. Hate the way tumblr uploads stuff.

Eliza: Angelica, we have a serious Code Alex.

Angelica: Well it’s not really code if you say his name.

Eliza: He told me he liked me, and I’m gonna go make out with him right now, on his face.

Angelica: That’s awesome!

Eliza: No. Read me the script.

Angelica: Seriously?

Eliza: Yes!

Angelica: Alright: “Eliza, it’s Elizabeth Schuyler, daughter of Philip Schuyler, speaking to you through Angelica Schuyler, friend and beautiful sister,” thank you. “Do not do anything with Alexander. Be responsible no matter how cute his mouth is. Your reputation is on the line!”

Eliza: Shut up, Angelica!

Angelica: You wrote that.

Eliza: No…you…then. Eliza, Eliza you don’t know what you’re talking about. I care about him very much, and I’ve had two and a half glasses of red wine and what that means is I’m gonna go make out with him right now, and it’s gonna be awesome.

Angelica: Yay!

Eliza: No! You’re supposed to talk me out of this.

Angelica: No…don’t…stop…

Eliza: Shut up Angelica, I’m doing it anyway.

Angelica: Yay!

Chapter 3: For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass // Shawn Mendes

I’ve decided to make a mini series and it will last as long as you guys want it to

Chapter 2:

Chapter 1:

I groan, chucking a used tissue on the carpet floor of my small cabin. Turns out that the Goddess blood running in my veins doesn’t make me immune to the common cold. 

It had been two days since I’d won the fight with Shawn on the training field and unfortunately I’d came down with the flu. I couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, each breath I took sounded wheezy. 

It was 4 in the afternoon and I’d missed out on all my morning classes including my favorite class- Power of the Gods- where we learned all about the God’s abilities.

Instead I was stuck curled up under my blankets, shivering even though I had the heater cranked up to the highest it could go.

My head throbs painfully and I try to tuck myself tighter into my blankets yet I still feel the ever-present cold. 

Think heat, I’m an oven. I’m a freshly baked good right out the oven.

A knocking on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I grumble, chucking the sheets off my body and stumbling to the door.

“What?” I mumble, opening the door. I quickly straighten up my posture as I see Shawn standing on the other side, dressed head to toe in black. I slam the door shut resting my back against it. What was Shawn doing at my cabin?

The knocking begins again and I rush over to the mirror hanging on my wall. “Just a minute.” I call before facing my reflection. My hair was done up sloppily in a pony tail and there were dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. The tip of my nose was red from the amount of times I’d wiped my nose  with a tissue. I frown, this would have to do.

I rush back to the door, peaking my head out slightly to see Shawn still standing there, a grin on his face.

“Ready now?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow. 

“What would you like, fireball?” I retort, tilting my head to the side questionably. 

“Fireball. That’s a new one.” Shawn tilts his head like mine, almost mockingly.

“Sorry do you prefer blaze… or flame. What about inferno?” I giggle as he scowls, reaching his hand forward to push on my door.

“I prefer none of them.” he mutters, successfully opening my door and I step back to let him in. He gives me a confused look as takes off his jumper. “Why is it so hot in your room? And that’s saying a lot since I’m basically a walking heater.”

I roll my eyes, walking back to my quilt covered bed. “If you haven’t realized I’m sick. Symptoms are low fever, coughing, sore throat and runny nose.”

“I know what a cold is.” he grins, shaking his head at me. “I guess that’s why you missed out on class today.”

“We share a class?” I blurt out, crossing my legs as I sit in the middle of my bed. He walks over, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, his body a couple of feet away from from mine.

“Yeah, Power of the Gods. I brought you the homework by the way, that’s why I’m here.” he looks away from me as he says this but I don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. I grin uncontrollably.

“That’s nice of you.” I say, grabbing the papers out of his hands that I somehow only just noticed he was holding.

“Yeah well, I knew you’d probably freak out if you missed too much class, being Athena’s daughter and everything.” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. His words make me feel like I have my own little blaze starting in my chest.

“Thanks Shawn, I really appreciate it.” he finally looks at me, his warm brown eyes locking onto my own and I smile at him.

He returns the grin and I’m not sure how long we sit there, simply smiling at each other. My shivering breaks the illusion.

“You’re still cold?” he asks, his voice soft and he looks at me like he’s worried, like he cares.

“Yeah sorry, its this stupid cold, I can’t seem to stay warm.” I mumble, fidgeting with the hem of my quilt cover that I had draped over my legs.

“Here, lay down.” Shawn gets up and I look at him quizzically. 

“Why do you want me to-”

“For a smart girl, you ask a lot of questions.” He grins as I scoff, doing as he asks and sliding underneath my blankets.

He pulls the blankets up until they’re covering my body and I snuggle further into them. He climbs over the top of me until he’s on the other side of me and chucks an arm carelessly over my waist.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, stilling as his hand presses against my stomach through the blankets.

Shawn is in my bed, my back is against his chest and the fire in his veins is keeping me warm. I can’t breathe, my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“Relax.” He whispers into my ear and I do. I close my eyes, letting Shawn’s high body temperature raise my own. Next thing I know I’m asleep, my body curling into Shawn’s as time passes by.

When I wake up its dark outside. Shawn’s arm is still slung over my waist and his head is nuzzled into my shoulder as I lay on my back.

I tilt my head to look at him, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling at how young and innocent he looks. When he was asleep, gone was the hard exterior and harshness that everyone said he was.

I flick on the light, basking the room in a soft yellow. I reach out slowly, trying my best not to wake the sleeping inferno beside me, and grab the paper that Shawn brought me from today’s class. At the movement he groans, tightening his hold on my waist. I begin to read the paper, filling in the blanks as I go with a spare pencil.

“Are you seriously doing your homework right now?” A raspy voice sounds in my ear and I jump, startled. 

“I’ve been sleeping the whole day, I wanted to do something.” I glance at Shawn from the corner of my eye and he’s starring at me, an unknown emotion in his eyes. The light flickers, reflecting in his eyes.

“The next one is Poseidon.” Shawn whispers, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I murmur back, writing the answer down. I don’t look at him again. I wasn’t brave enough to see his hair an unruly mess or his half closed eyes for I was positive I would melt.

We continue like that, Shawn giving me a few answers while I fill the sheet in. When I finish, I place the paper back on my bedside table, flicking off the lights.

“You know for a fireball, you’re pretty smart.” I say into the darkness, feeling content with the warmth surrounding me. 

He chuckles, tugging me tighter against his chest until my face is squished against his torso and the sound of his heart starts to lull me to sleep. His response comes after a moment.

 “For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass,” 

Originally posted by thedailyshawnmendes

Half an Hour (S)

Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom
Words: 2051
Genre: Smut
This one only exists because of @datyugyummy and her imagination.

Originally posted by got7hoe

Shortly before going on stage, Yugyeom can’t seem to swallow a certain longing for (Y/N).

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Field Trip

“Alright, genin, today is the day of our field trip to the Hokage Tower! Before we go, who can tell us something about our current Hokage? Yes, Meiko-chan?”

“My aunt works in the tower, and she says he’s always complaining about how fat and out-of-shape he’s getting!”

“Er, I’m sure that Lord Sixth is still a very powerful ninja. How about you, Junyo-kun?”

“My dad says he’s so lazy he was three hours late to his own inauguration! Is that true, sensei?”

“Three hours? That must be an exaggeration… maybe? Well, I don’t remember how late he was exactly. Now, class, the Rokudaime works very hard, really, for the village, and…”

“My granny says it’s a shame how he reads porn in public all the time, even in front of little kids!“

"My brother says he must be a real pervert!”

“Well, will you look at the time! We’d best get going now, ha, haha!”

“And here behind this door is the Hokage’s office. I believe he’s in a meeting right now, but he said we could go ahead and go on in.”


"Seriously, you two! I don’t know how it is you splash poison or acid on my robes every time you make a report, but–!”

“Uh…. Hi there?”

The Anarchists vs. the Islamic State

Brace Belden before a battle in Syria in November. Courtesy of Brace Belden

By Seth Harp for The Rolling Stone. February 14, 2017 [x]

On the front lines of Syria with the young American radicals fighting ISIS

On the morning of his first battle, Brace Belden was underdressed for the cold and shaky from a bout of traveler’s diarrhea. His Kurdish militia unit was camped out on the front line with ISIS, 30 miles from Raqqa, in Syria. Fighters stood around campfires of gas-soaked trash, boiling water for tea, their only comfort besides tobacco. “I’ve never been so dirty in my life,” Belden recalls. When the time came to roll out, he loaded a clip into his Kalashnikov and climbed into a makeshift battlewagon, a patchwork of tank and truck parts armored with scrap metal and poured concrete. Belden took a selfie inside its rusty cabin and posted it online with the caption “Wow this freakin taxi stinks.”

The rest of the militia piled into an assortment of minivans, garbage trucks and bulldozers, and rode south into territory ISIS had held for more than three years. Belden was manning a swivel-mounted machine gun, the parched landscape barely visible through the rising dust, when he spotted a car packed with explosives revving across the desert toward the Kurdish column. Before he could shoot, an American fighter jet lacerated the sky and an explosion erupted where the car had been, shaking the earth for miles around.

It was November 6th, 2016. The Kurdish militia known as the YPG – a Kurmanji acronym for People’s Protection Units – had commenced a major offensive to liberate the city that serves as the global headquarters for ISIS. The YPG was backed by U.S. air power and fighting alongside a coalition of Arab and Assyrian militias. Also within their ranks, though scantly reported, was a group of about 75 hardcore leftists, anarchists and communists from Europe and America, Belden among them, fighting to defend a socialist enclave roughly the size of Massachusetts.

Belden, who is 27, started tweeting photos of the front shortly after arriving in Syria in October. The first widely shared image showed him crouched in his YPG uniform, wearing thick Buddy Holly glasses, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a stray puppy in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. “To misquote Celine,” the post read, “when you’re in, you’re in.” He has since amassed 19,000 followers under the handle PissPigGranddad, puzzling the Internet with a combination of leftist invective and scurrilous bro humor. Tweets like “Heading to the Quandil Mountains to lecture the PKK about entitlement reform” are followed by “The dude with the lamb bailed so now we’re fucked for dinner.”

Belden had no military experience before joining the YPG. He lived in San Francisco, where he arranged flowers for a living. Before that, he was a self-described lumpenproletariat, a lowlife punk and petty criminal with a heroin habit who started reading Marx and Lenin seriously in rehab. Once sober, he got involved in leftist causes, marching for tenants’ rights, blocking evictions, protesting police brutality. As he prepared for the Middle East, his girlfriend thought he was going to do humanitarian work. She was “not stoked,” Belden says, to learn that he planned to fight alongside the YPG.

The first phase of the Raqqa offensive was a mission to take Tal Saman, a satellite village of 10,000 people 17 miles north of Raqqa proper. “We pushed up to Tal Saman till we had it surrounded on a half circle,” Belden says, “then we just bombarded the shit out of it.” Refugees poured out of the village, seeking protection behind Kurdish lines. “Hundreds of civilians coming across for days in a row,” Belden says. At night, his unit stayed in whatever building they’d just taken, camped out on rooftops in the excruciating cold. “The first week we were out it was awful,” Belden says. The stepmother of a fellow volunteer from the U.S. had gotten Belden’s number. She kept texting to make sure they were eating enough.

The march on Raqqa slowed to a halt after two weeks, as the YPG consolidated its hold over a string of liberated villages. The YPG controls a region of 4 million people in northern Syria known as Rojava. Its tens of thousands of motivated fighters have been battling ISIS for five years. American as well as French warplanes have been covering their maneuvers with airstrikes for the past two, forcing ISIS off the roads and highways and open desert, and back into the urban strongholds of Mosul and Raqqa. Now, the Kurds are kicking the door down in both cities.

But the YPG is not your typical ethnic or sectarian faction. Its fighters are loyal to an imprisoned guerrilla leader who was once a communist but now espouses the same kind of secular, feminist, anarcho-libertarianism as Noam Chomsky or the activists of Occupy Wall Street. The Kurds are implementing these ideals in Rojava, and that has attracted a ragtag legion of leftist internationals, like Belden, who have come from nearly every continent to help the YPG beat ISIS and establish an anarchist collective amid the rubble of the war – a “stateless democracy” equally opposed to Islamic fundamentalism and capitalist modernity. They call it the Rojava Revolution, and they want you.

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But he’s not really by himself, is he? (Because something else is there, too)

If you haven’t read @icefeels AMAZING Modern Stans AU “Takin’ Care of Business” you need to go do that right now. It just updated!