should post this on tuesday

sneak peak from my new Karamel one-shot that I totally should not have started while I had two other works in progres. especially not at 3 a.m. BUT on my defence, this whole first scene popped up in my mind as I was jotting down @myfangirlinghq‘s request, and I just had to write it down!

sigh… i swear this ship will someday kill me

(btw, if it turns out that i have superspeed like Barry Allen, this should post tomorrow lol :P or if not, either Monday or Tuesday)

Mr. Min - Chapter 02 Preview

I just recently hit a follower goal of mine so I thought I’d share a little something something with you guys.  Thanks for enjoying the filth I write!  Chapter 02 should be posted somewhere around Tuesday or Wednesday, possibly earlier.

The hour before the department meeting passed too quickly.  You had barely made a dent in the folders Jungkook had given you and hadn’t even noticed that you had made them a priority over your usual work before you noticed your co workers gradually leaving their desks and retreating to the meeting room on the other end of the floor.  You reluctantly followed them, your notebook clutched to your chest, as you stared at the floor.  The truth was you had not prepared for this meeting and we’re hoping you would be able to silently take notes and not have to contribute.

“If you keep looking at the floor like that you’re going to run into a wall,” a voice whispered to you from over your shoulder.  You turned your head to see Jungkook walking beside you with a slight smirk on his face.  

“Oh well now that my knight in shining armor is here I’m sure I’m safe,” you said with a small giggle and watched as his eyes trailed from your eyes down to your lips before he turned his attention to your surroundings.

He placed his large hand on the small of your back, the heat of it seeped through the thin material of your blouse, and for some reason your couldn’t quite explain, some kind of primal magnetism towards this bolder, more confident Jungkook, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his face even as he leaned in closer to you.  His hand pressed against you and pulled you into him, the back of your shoulder rested against his chest as he leaned his mouth closer to your ear.  “It seems it’s a good thing I was here after all.  You were too busy staring at me you didn’t even see that you were going to walk into that desk.”  His voice was lower, there was a husky quality to it that hadn’t been there when he asked for your help with work, and you questioned why you had even noticed such a thing.  

You tore your eyes away from him as your cheeks heated again.  “So are you my knight in shining armor or something darker,” you asked with a cheeky grin but refused to look at him.  You both entered the meeting room where his hand slowly fell from the small of your back and managed to respectfully navigate the small space between the two of you without touching your body anywhere else.

You hadn’t expected him to answer now that you were in the presence of so many other employees, supervisors, and Mr. Min himself, yet you heard the same husky voice whisper in your ear just low enough for you to hear, “who said I can’t be both?”

Your head snapped to look over at him but he had already begun to walk away, his back towards you so you couldn’t see his, you assumed, rosy cheeks.  You heard a chair squeak against the wooden floor and turned your attention to it only to find Mr. Min staring at you.  He had one hand resting on the back of an empty chair next to him, the one at the very end of the table.  The thumb of his free hand brushed slowly against his lips as he watched you, his brows slightly furrowed and a dark stare directed your way.  You stopped walking and stared back at him, confused by the look he had given you.  He raised one eyebrow slightly and nodded his head towards the empty seat next to him.  You sighed and licked your lips with an obvious roll of your eyes but followed his direction and took the seat next to him.  

As frustrated as you had acted seeing the way he looked at you, the way he spotted you as soon as you walked in the door as if he had been watching and waiting, turned that fire in your lower stomach back on despite how angry you were with him.  He removed his hand from the back of your chair when you sat down, aware of the fact that thirty something other people were sitting in the room and no one could be sure of where they were looking.

“You were almost late.  Seems to be a habit of yours,” he mused with a low voice, his eyes trained on the notebook you absentmindedly flipped through.

“Forgive me, sir,” you said and sent him a pointed look, “but I think we both know that my tardiness isn’t entirely my fault.”

One end of his mouth curled as his eyes moved to meet your stare.  “I don’t remember you complaining before.”  He cocked an eyebrow at you and slid the hand that wasn’t rubbing his lips down to your thigh.  “So tell me, have you been a good girl and done what I said?”  Your mind blanked at his question and you realized that you had been so distracted by your venting with Yoojung and Jungkook’s sudden appearance that you had not focused on keeping his cum inside of you like he ordered.  His smirk grew into an impish grin and his nails dug into the soft skin of your inner thigh.  “Tsk tsk.  What could have been more important than what I told you to do?”  His hand slipped further under your skirt until you could feel his fingertips brush against your mound just as your supervisor stood up at the other end of the table.

“Okay, we are going to go ahead and start, I think everyone is here.  As you all know we are in the process of buying-,” she started and you would have desperately liked to hear what she was going to say but Mr. Min shifted in his chair and casually leaned closer to you.  His voice was low, gruff, and the scent of his rich cologne that was so familiar to you now washed over you just as his breath hit your ear.

“Go on, spread your legs for me.  You brought this on yourself, dollface.”


Giant: *gets smirky and looms over tiny* oh really?

Me:  👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Someone in the spuffy tags is using Spike’s behavior in AtS S5 to demean his and Buffy’s credibility as soulmates.

Joke’s on you, we already know the ship is a hot mess. Soulmates? HA HA HA! WHAT IS THAT. We’re just here to enjoy it until it crashes and burns.

Truthful Tuesday

I debated whether I should post this, and I may end up deleting it, but I need to get it off my chest.

I just had my boyfriend of a year tell me that “he needs a couple of days to think about our relationship.”

Whatever that means.

And now my heart is broken.

“I know a place that we can go...”

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Tuesday’s episode and still trying to make some sense of it, to be honest. A lot of us (myself included) had totally speculated on the idea of Sally-Ann as an inexperienced “good girl” who would probably be unsure of herself when it came to questions of sex. It clearly goes to show that we should be careful about making predictions this early in the season, when we’ve just barely begun to be introduced to these characters. (And clearly a sign that I should stop this post right now! lol)

Because, honestly, on Tuesday, when Sally-Ann and Hasil so quickly got down to business, my heart was all “Praise Jesus!” but at the same time my head was going, “Wait, whaaaat?” (And judging from the response here, I know I’m not the only one.) I think what threw a lot of us off was the fact that we had never really seen that side of Sally-Ann before – in that scene, she came across as sexually playful (and at times aggressive), as someone who wasn’t afraid to make demands, and as a woman who had a lot of confidence in her own body and its desires. 

I want to put my trust in the writers (who have been great thus far about giving us subtle character development) and hope that they’ll continue to reveal the hidden layers of Sally-Ann’s character in a way that will make everything we’ve seen of her make complete sense. (Honestly, though, my biggest fear is that the writers got these two together so quickly in the season so that there’d be time for some kind of pregnancy-related drama later, thus letting the needs of the show’s plot drive the action, rather than having it be driven by the motivations of the characters. In a poorly-written show, this is exactly what would happen, and I really hope that Outsiders is better than that.)

All of this, though, has gotten me to think about the dead lady’s house, or as Sally-Ann calls it, “a place that we can go.” 

From what we’ve seen thus far (very briefly, but powerfully), Sally-Ann’s home life appears to be pretty awful. Her brother comes across as a controlling and menacing figure, one who demands to know where she’s been and who she’s been with, and the fact that she calls him “sir” really tells us all we need to know about that dynamic. (Some people have speculated about possible emotional, physical, or sexual abuse, but, man, that’s a rough road I don’t even really want to go down.) Having to deal with someone that controlling could certainly have driven her to hide any part of herself that might make her brother upset with her or cause her to get in trouble. Again, from what we’ve seen thus far, she seems like a quiet girl (certain parts of the last episode notwithstanding!), living a lot in her own head, maybe because she’s afraid of voicing thoughts, or wants to keep them just for herself. 

And then she finds the house. As she says, it’s “quiet,” “simple,” but above all – for Sally-Ann at least – it’s private. That’s where she can really be herself, even if she’s all alone. (There is, of course, the question of where Sally-Ann acquired all that sexual experience, and it could be that she’s brought other people there before Hasil. The romantic in me doesn’t like to think that way, though – I’d prefer it if he’s the only one she’s ever taken there.) Maybe when she’s there she reads trashy romance novels or drinks bourbon straight from the bottle or writes expletive-laden rants in a diary where she bitches about her brother – we have no idea. (Although if I were a betting woman, I’d put money on the idea that she stashed Hasil’s wooden bird there. Her brother seems like the type to go through her room and he’d definitely ask questions if he found it.) But the house – even if it’s owned by a dead lady – clearly belongs to Sally-Ann. In a way, actually, I think it is Sally-Ann. 

But by taking Hasil to the house, by showing it to him, I think what’s she’s doing is showing him a vital part of herself she hadn’t before. (And in this case, that part includes a lady who feels no shame in slapping a guy’s bare ass!) For all the little glimpses she gave him, her confession that she’s “never even been on a date,” this is clearly the place where he learns more about who she is – the other side of her personality that the rest of the world (and James, in particular) never, ever gets to see – and, heart-meltingly enough, it just seems to make him like her even more.  

So, yeah, I know a lot of us were really surprised by what we saw of Sally-Ann this past episode. But I think that’s because we’ve never seen Sally-Ann when it wasn’t through the eyes of someone else, be it Hasil, or Asa, or James. We never saw her when she wasn’t hiding that part of herself that she never (or almost never) lets anyone see. We never saw her – until this episode – in the house. 

A Hopeful Hardy for Tennant Tuesday

(or whatever day this post may find you)

I am so excited for Gabriel to come back but at the same time I’m kinda scared, to be honest.

I am still pissed at the reveal that he faked his death. ‘Cause that means that huge risk he took going up against Lucifer, the fact that he finally decided to make a stand for free will, that he died for the sake of humanity… that meant nothing. It retcons the culmination of his character development into another trick. It ALSO means that his speech on the Casa Erotica DVD (“this is me standing up”) was made while he KNEW he was gonna fake his death and hide again. Fuck. Off.

A part of me is hoping that he was forcibly resurrected and he just let Cas believe he faked his death for the sake of Metatron’s narrative. But if that’s not the case, then I AM scared. I’m scared that the writers are going to fuck up my favourite character rather than bringing him back in a way that honours his original arc. I’m scared that they already have. 

Do you know what would be really cool for everyone in the community to do?

We should create a Markiplier Week. 

Markiplier Mondays - 

???? Tuesdays - 

Warfstache Wednesdays - Post your favorite Warfstache pics, gifs, fan art, and selfies  ( Idea by lissachan504 )

???? Thursdays -

Floofify Fridays - Take a normal selfie then a floof selfie (as in we basically mess up our hair and post it on the internet hah) and tag it as #floofify  ( Idea by poofplier )

???? Saturdays -

???? Sundays -

This work in progress can be open to changes along the way. There is a lot of space to fill. I would love to know all of everyone’s opinion, ideas, and activities that we can use for the different days, as well as any problems that can be seen about this.

Big Thank You in advance to every single wonderful person in this wonderful community of the Markiplier fandom. Take care, friends!