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Peridot (Steven Universe) is autistic

-Uses an alternative communication device (her pre-recorded voice), especially when she needs to get complicated thoughts into words

-Echolalia: “clods” “clod” “CLODS”

-Doesn’t understand why what she says hurts the crystal gems

  • “What did I say?”
  • “Mean? I was just being ~cool~. Amethyst loved it!”
  • *tries to joke and smile and wave at Amethyst*

-Has trouble with communicating (earth specific vocabulary) so she makes up a word system that makes sense to her

  • in addition to her amusing words for mundane things: “how do you feel?” “big.”

-very literal

  • “Oh peridot, you’re killing me!” “I am not! that would violate our truce agreement!”
  • “you’re funny!” “Funny?”
  • Garnet: ”You’ll know when I’m joking.” Peridot: “eaahhhh”
  • “What is ‘nerd’? can you use it in a sentence.”
  • “you’re a real gem peri” “yes I am a gem”
  • “this drill is pure irony!” “actually it’s mostly carbonite”

-Odd humor

  • “I could call her… two things! Two clods… one clod…”
  • “Amethyst! Check out this … rhythmatic pulverizer!”  *flails on ground laughing*

-Upset by the unpredictability of the Crystal gems

  • “that… was not the correct answer…” (when Amethyst didn’t laugh at her joke)
  • “I have come to the conclusion that they are all defective”

-mimics behavior (the shirt nose flick thing)

{Speculation beyond this point}

-her limbs might be both comfort items and weight stims. She’s very upset when she’s parted with them and she clutches the foot that steven returns to her and rocks back and forth a little

-Glasses- maybe for light sensitivity

-meltdowns? Pearl:“*sigh* another one of her temper tantrums.”

  • <p> <b>Uraraka:</b> Bakugou grabs you by the collar of your shirt and what do you do?<p/><b>Izuku:</b> I go in for the kiss<p/></p>
A Love Letter

For all its shortcomings towards the end of its run, xxxHOLiC still holds a special place in my heart.

If you’re not familiar with it, xxxHOLiC is a manga series written and illustrated by CLAMP, a prolific, all-female group of Japanese manga artists who have been creating since the mid-eighties. (Their body of work includes classics such as Magic Knight Rayearth, Angelic Layer, Cardcaptor Sakura, and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle.)

The story follows Watanuki Kimihiro, a high school student who strikes a deal with a witch. If he becomes her assistant, she’ll take away the power that leaves him plagued with visions of ghosts and monsters. But because it’s such a big wish, he’ll have to work for her for…a while. Maybe forever. So he becomes the witch’s cook, maid, and errand-boy, all wrapped up in one.

Although it runs parallel to and intersects with other CLAMP stories, xxxHOLiC stands fully on its own as a horror story about desire and addiction. The series consists of short arcs and one-shots, each centering on a particular customer – both average humans and fantastic spirits. Like Watanuki, each has a wish. Like Watanuki, each must pay a price. Sometimes the cost is as simple as a lock of hair, but other times it wreaks catastrophe on the rest of their life. Thus each customer’s story becomes an exploration of different aspects of desire – addiction to social media, academic ambitions, the desire to see a loved one again – and the effects it can have on one’s life.  

There are many lovely things about this manga: the gorgeous art style, Watanuki’s temper tantrums, the pervasive creepiness.  But the best part is the witch, Yuuko. Not only is she a total troll with a wicked sense of style, she is constantly dropping truth bombs:

Yuuko and xxxHOLiC were hella formative for me.

onsra | yoongi

Originally posted by mvssmedia

onsra:  n., the bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won’t last.

genre: angst, fluff, college/university!au.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 10.5k

description: you were young and foolish, he was not.

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Fragility {Part 3/3}

Originally posted by sugutie

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, ???? x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst

Warnings: Minor character death

“I used to think I could never lose someone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my photographs show me how much I’ve lost.” - Nan Goldin

(Author’s Note- This is unedited so forgive any mistakes I may have made. Thank you :)

Part 1  | Part 2


You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, the bed sheets far too pristine and the frame far too grand for it to be your own.  The rising sun poured in from the large window and invaded your eyes, immediately causing you to blink rapidly until your pupils finally adjusted to the overwhelming brightness. In your sleepy haze you propped yourself up with the large pillow stared dreamily at the blue sky outside.

Even the sky in New York seemed alien and different to the one you were so used to seeing back home. Perhaps it was the hue of blue that was slightly more saturated or the clouds that appeared to be just a little whisper, whatever it was, you weren’t sure if you liked it.  No one liked change you supposed, even if it was only temporary. You couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel homesick. You hated feeling like an outsider and you longed for the familiar winding streets of your home city, the ones you could navigate with ease. Here you felt like a lost lamb, every step and every turn only brought you more confusion.

You looked over to the other side on the bed but saw that it was unoccupied, the side he’d slept on had even been made back up, the white linen sheets perfect and creaseless.

With a short sigh you dropped your head back down onto the mattress and longed for the feeling of his arms woven around your body. Yet when you’d given up all hope of your longing being fulfilled you heard the sound of the bathroom door swinging open and light footsteps making their way across the large hotel room. You smiled without even looking up.

“I was starting to think you’d never wake up, you’ve been sound asleep since about eleven last night,” the voice was calm, every syllable it spoke soothed you and you let out another sigh, this time one of contentment.

“Travelling is tiring,” you said softly, voice still laced with a drowsy quality as the final effects of sleep hadn’t worn off yet.

You heard him kneel down so that he was at eye level with the bed, his hand crept across the mattress until it found it’s way to your own hand. Finally, you turned to your side to face him.

Jimin was made of soft black hair and warm brown eyes, the kind of eyes that sparkled with a certain youthfulness, there was no bitterness in them, only love and gentleness. His smile was like the sun on a hot summer’s day, and yet you often felt you weren’t worthy of that pleasant warmth. Though you tried not to let those sorts of thoughts bother you anymore, they still nagged at you, demanding to be paid attention to.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the outfit was simple and modest yet he still managed to take your breath away, you couldn’t stop your eyes from scanning over every inch of his body.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asked quietly, you. You paused to consider your answer for a few moments. You had bought a few travel guides in an attempt to be organised but typically, you’d left them at home.

“I think I’ll just wander around and see where I end up,” you concluded out loud. He bit his lip a little anxiously but eventually nodded.

“Just be careful okay? With your sense of direction, God knows where you could end up,” he teased, you laughed gently and shuffled so that you were closer to him, the duvet wrapping itself even more tightly around your body.

“Do you have to go?” you dared to ask after a few moments, breaking the period of blissful silence.

He squeezed your hand gently and smiled sorrowfully, “You know I have to, if I had it my way I wouldn’t have to work and I’d spend all my time with you but- it just didn’t work out like that. I’m sorry.”

A beam of sunlight illuminated his skin, it’s radiance now so dazzling you swore he was almost iridescent, he sparkled with the brilliance of every colour under the sun. Perhaps that was what often made you so anxious, he didn’t feel like reality sometimes. One day you might just blink and he will have vanished, you feared that soon he would see you for who you really are, he might see through the cracks of your happy facade. He’d leave if he had any sense. And just like that, he’d be gone. Just like that, the dream would be shattered.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him, he leaned down and pressed a light, airy kiss against the skin of your cheek, one that made you blush in a ridiculously childish way. You weren’t used to the way he treated you, there was no way to describe it other than he was just so nice to you. It scared you when people were nice to you, because one day you knew they’d stop. They always did.

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Nûrsot: The Sacred Sith Tree

Long before the Exiles arrived, Korriban had vast, dense forests of Nûrsot covering much of the planet’s landscape.

The trees were massive, wide, aromatically fragrant, and had impressively long branches reaching out and winding toward the sky.
It appears in many myth and legends of the ancient Sith. Most notably, it is known as the tree Ahmurn blessed and bestowed upon Marserha and their children to always bear fruit through any season, ensuring the Sith would never go hungry so long as the Nûrsot grew on Korriban.

Although the fruits the Nûrsot bore were edible and nutritious, its green leaves were toxic to the Sith in high doses.

The fruits had a slight fuzzy on the peel that could be washed and rubbed away before consumption. The could be eaten raw or utilized in a variety of recipes and cooking methods from teas to cakes to salads.
The leaves on the other hand, could be used to create various poisons and even some medicines.

Aside from the fruit and leaves, the Sith also used the wood from the branches to create art.

A common token that would be crafted were small figures of mowhefs.
(ok, i kno dis a tiger but pls work with me)

Carved from the deep, red wood of the lower branches and polished to a fine finish; the mowhef figures symbolized good luck, bountiful blessings, and if gifted, it let the recipient know of the undying love and loyalty of the giver.

Other artwork carved from the Nûrsot were used as doors, gates, pillars on buildings, or even wall hangings.

A particularly famous wooden carving from the Nûrsot depicts a battle of the Great Hyperspace War.

The frieze is currently held at the Kaas City Sith Art Museum.

A much less common use for Nûrsot wood is utilizing them for a lightsaber.

The wood is durable and light, making it an ideal material to craft a hilt or a part of one. Very few Sith over the centuries had their entire lightsaber hilts carved from the wood. It is rumored that the former Wrath had a fragment of Nûrsot wood on the hilt of his lightsaber in the shape of a fang.

Unfortunately, what was once an abundant and thriving species of tree, the Nûrsot is essentially extinct today.

With their arrival, the Exiles also brought the spores of a deadly fungus off world that infected and decimated the forests of Korriban. As the forests withered away, the Exiles burned many of the art and relics crafted from the Nûrsot wood, especially if the item depicted anything relating to the native Sith religions.

There are only three surviving specimens, and they are all currently held in heavily guarded, special facilities by the Imperial Botanical Society within the Garden District of Kaas City.

Because of their scarcity and the history associated with them, only highly distinguished Sith can obtain a piece of Nûrsot wood, even if it’s only a small one. The fruits are carefully gathered and sold in the Scarlet District once every five to seven Imperial Standard years. And any Sith alchemist or apothecary that wishes to use the leaves must get clearance from the current Councilor heading the Sphere of Biotic Science.


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The Center Console Does Nothing to Support You (M)

Jungkook x Reader
Smut (roadhead)
Words: 3,009 (just four more from being a Childish Gambino song)

*A/N: To my handy dandy Jungkook stan @jungshock and Admin Kaycie from @houseofbangtaninternational for encouraging me to write this filfth. Twas fun. PS: who even invented roadhead? o.O*


Lake Shore Drive after Rush Hour is beautiful, empty. That, plus the added late night summer air rushing through rolled down windows, it all makes you feel weightless, free, adventurous.

But tonight’s adventure is not really one of your own, but your boyfriend, who sits behind the wheel with one hand gripping the tattered leather and the other rubbing at your bare thigh. It’s a situation you two have been in more than a handful of times this summer, sneaking out of the gated community of your north side homes, travelling the half hour path to get to your friends waiting for you on the south side, your and Jeongguk’s safe haven. On eroded streets littered with potholes and weeds growing from sidewalk cracks is where you feel the most at ease.

Electricity thrums from the palm wrapped around your skin. Jeongguk is excited for the race tonight, ready to show his friends how much he has improved since their last race. You truly have no interest, unaffected by your boyfriend’s competitive side. You have been with him too long to care, but also because you know your disinterest makes him work even harder to win.

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i drew this thinking i could play with expressions.. only to realise.. no.. not really.. and then i got really disappointed with myself and started doubting how i draw Rhys and well.. how i draw.. -side eyes- 

Tim Lawrence and Rhys©Borderlands
-disappointeeeeeed- ©me

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 7

Originally posted by matokisonyeondan

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, mafia au!

Member: Jongup

Word Count: 3613.

Description: It’s one series of events after another, so what’s next?

It was awkward and it was tense. You watched from the top of the stares for a few moments in silence as Jongup stared them all down, not bothering with sitting like the rest. You could see black clouds around him, you could imagine lightning flashing around him and the loud clap of thunder that would follow as you stared at his back, puffed and angry as he showed his true size in the way he stood. It was strong, intimidating and taller than you realised Jongup really was.

“What made you think you had the right to take my wife to a dangerous life threatening mission without having my consent to do so? What made you think Y/N was the perfect person to set up in line for the possible chance of death, without even bothering to inform me?” Jongup began and they all stared at him as Yongguk sat up straight in his seat.

“If we had told you we wanted Y/N to help us with the mission you would have said no-”

“Because you’re putting my partner, my wife into a situation where she can be killed, this is very different than taking her to some sort of meet up you all go to. I give you one job, one simple request and you go and fuck it up by dragging my wife into this world by putting her life at risk!”

“Jongup that’s not-”

“Don’t try and tell me that’s not true Himchan because none of you were watching her were you? What would have happened to Y/N if I was just seconds later than I was when I arrived? Because none of you followed them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her!”

“Listen to-”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you say Yongguk. It took years to build the trust between us, and now it’s broken because you went against me and used Y/N to fulfil your own vendettas. What’s a couple hundred dollars ever mattered to you Yongguk? Look at the place you live in and the money you waste on the mundane things no one ever wants” You blinked, Jongup’s voice was dangerously low, murderously deep as he gripped the back of the couch he stood in front of. His knuckles turning a pale white from the amount of strength he put into his grip.

“I’m sorry we have misplaced you trust Jongup”

“If you really were sorry, if you wanted to keep that trust, you wouldn’t have dragged Y/N into something more than she ever needs to see. Y/N doesn’t need to see the things any of us do, I’m trying to give her the best, most normal life I can and you’re really fucking that up for me” Zelo looked past Jongup and straight into your eyes, slowly opening his mouth to speak as his eyes never left yours.

“Y/N didn’t hesitate to help” He muttered and Jongup looked at him with flaming eyes, picking up an empty glass and smashing it on the expensive carpet beneath their feet.

“Because you made her believe that I wanted her to help you, that I wanted you to do this mission! She wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t believe that you would keep her safe!” He roared and you gripped the rail to the stairs tightly, glaring at Zelo with as much force you could put into your stare until he was forced to look away from you.

“Y/N” Jongup called and when you looked down at him, he was already at the foot of the stairs smiling softly your way.

“We’re leaving now” He spoke just as gently as his smile to you was and you nodded as you quickly lifted your bag from the ground and made your way down the stairs. You held onto Jongup’s outstretched hand, and his other quickly reached for your things, taking them from you and carrying them out the door with you closely behind him, still holding his hand tighter than you normally would. When you reached his car, you looked back to see that the others had all followed you, standing on the last step of the front porch. Your things were put in the back seat quickly and Jongup opened the door for you, helping you get your dress in the car before swinging the door shut. He walked to the driver’s side and gave all of the watching people a long hard stare before getting in the car as well and quickly starting the engine.

————

When the car came to a stop and you looked at the tall house in front of you, you were relieved to see the familiar place and undid your seatbelt and got out of the car just as silently as the drive here had been. Jongup naturally grabbed your things for you and you held the skirt of your dress up as you walked towards the house.

When you were inside you were finally able to take those painful heels off, you had no clue where your mask was but you didn’t plan to go looking for it anytime soon. You followed Jongup to your room and he put your things on the bed as you went straight to the drawers, pulling out an old shirt and pyjama shorts before retreating to the bathroom with one last look Jongup’s way.

It was relieving be out of that dress and to actually have room to breathe properly again and your skin got to breathe again as you quickly removed all the makeup you had been wearing and sighed in content when the fresh air hit your naked face. You shut the bathroom door behind you and looked at Jongup who stood in front of the bed, your bag opened and clothes on the bed, neatly folded and ready to be put away.

You made your way towards him and put a hand on his shoulder as you looked at your things on the bed.

“You need to get some rest Jongup” You spoke quietly and Jongup sighed as he folded another one of your shirts. He put the shirt down and let his arms fall back as you silently took his suit jacket off him. You hung it on the frame of the bed and stood next to him again as he rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand.

“I want to put your things away for you Y/N” He spoke with the want for sleep dripping from his voice and you smiled as you grabbed the already folded clothes and put them where they belonged.

“I can do that tomorrow; I’m tired too so we should rest. That suit probably isn’t very comfortable either” You muttered and Jongup nodded.

“The belt buckle is digging into my stomach” Jongup admitted, undoing his belt and slowly making his way into the bathroom. You moved the rest of your things off the bed, in the corner by your closet so you could take care of them the next day. You found great relief in putting yourself under the covers of the familiar bed and sighed in content as you got comfortable with your pillows.

When Jongup came out of the bathroom you let your eyes flutter shut and didn’t refuse the way his arms snuck you into a warm hold. You listened to the deep breath he let out and the tiredness you felt slowly overtook you until you could no longer stay conscious.

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There were hangers on your bed and clothes everywhere. You were finishing unpacking your things whilst Jongup was out doing some sort of work. Peacefully, you hummed to yourself, swaying your head side to side as you quietly sung along to the song you currently had stuck in your head. You hung clothes on hangers and neatly hung them in the closet. You heard slams and crashes outside, there was a screech of a car against the cement driveway and you immediately ran to the window, dropping the clothing article in your hand to see what was happening. Jongup was getting out of his car, angrier than you had ever seen him before. He stormed his way to the front door and you ran out of the room to meet him downstairs.

“Jongup” You rushed as he slammed the front door shut, he stormed past you and you quickly moved to be in front of him again.

“Jongup what’s happened?” You asked, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at you. This time he pulled you into a hug and his deep breaths fanned the back of your neck as he held you close to him.

“They killed my father” He whispered and you immediately stiffened, your body becoming a rock against his equally as frozen body and you could barely move back to look him in the eye.

“Who killed your father Jongup?” You gasped.

“The Kim’s, they’ve killed my father and now they’re after my mafia, which means they’re after us too Y/N” Jongup stared you dead in the eye and you swore your life stopped in that moment.

“What are we meant to do?” You muttered and Jongup broke the hug. He took your hand and pulled you past the stairs and down a long hall you had been yet to explore. You couldn’t count how many doors you passed before you came to a stop at the one Jongup was unlocking with a thick key, there were too many to count. You followed Jongup through the open door and he quickly shut it when you were both in the room.

“Oh my god” You gaped at your surroundings and a shiver ran down your spine. Jongup dug through his pocket for his phone and handed it to you before walking further into the room.

“Call Yongguk and tell him I need him here now, with his tail between his legs, please Y/N” Jongup demanded, softening his tone at the end when he remembered who he was speaking to and you nodded as you quickly did as you were told to do.

“Hello, Yongguk it’s Y/N. Mr Moon is dead and Jongup wants you here asap with your tail between your legs- Wait I probably shouldn’t have said that-”

“I told you to say it” Jongup cut in, casually picking up a gun the size of your arm and examining it.

“Oh ok, well he needs you here like five minutes ago” You rushed it all out before you could even verify who you were actually talking to.

“It’s Youngjae Y/N” Youngjae spoke and you blinked.

“Well pass the message onto Yongguk for me, bye” You hung up the phone and rushed over to Yongguk.

“Are you really fighting fire with fire Jongup?” You snapped and Jongup turned to your anxious figure, keeping calm despite what shape you were currently in.

“Y/N as much as I don’t want to drag you into this, this is the life of a mafia you’re living now. All we know how to do is fight fire with fire” He responded and you took a step back from him as you looked at the weapons surrounding you, guns, knives, things you never knew the name of, it all surrounded you like four walls of danger.

“This is barbaric” You muttered and Jongup slowly puts the gun down, turning and approaching you with the same pace as you stared at the wall closest to you with wide eyes.

“This is how we have to protect what is ours Y/N” He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and getting a long wave of your shampoo rushing through his senses. Jongup took in a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes as he took in your scent. Slowly your arms came to rest on his shoulders, hugging him with a certain uncertainty in your movements. Jongup hummed and you found yourself looking into his opening eyes.

He smiled as his finger traced your jawline delicately, he continued to hum along to a song you didn’t recognise, putting a hand on your lower back and taking one of your hands from his shoulders, squeezing it as he looked down at you with a smile. Calmly, Jongup began taking small steps, the hand on your back pulling you with him and before you knew it you were staring at him in shock as he spun you around the weaponry room.

“Jongup this isn’t normal, we’re dancing in a weaponry room” You sent him a glance of worry and the smile on his lips only grew as his humming stopped so he could speak.

“You should know by now Y/N” With a final spin he dipped you down gracefully, following you with an intense eye contact.

“I’m far from normal my love” He leant forward and you shut your eyes when his soft lips pushed against yours, leaving you empty minded and unable to form words. Jongup brought you to stand straight again, not parting from your lips until you were squeezing his shoulder.

Jongup turned to the security cameras you had been yet to notice and a smirk fell into place as he saw who was pulling up and getting out of their car.

“They are here” He notified you and you followed to where Jongup had his eyes trained upon.

“We must greet the guests, it is common courtesy after all” Jongup continued, bringing his eyes back down on you and you nodded numbly as he quickly let you go, only taking your hand again as he pulled you out of the frightening room. Jongup locked the door behind you and you walked down the hall with him as the front door opened and the five men entered the house one by one.

The air was stiff and tense but Jongup ignored that as he simply nodded to the kitchen and they all silently walked in the direction he had demanded them to. You weren’t going to go with them but Jongup’s hand holding on to yours tightly forced you to stay in toe with him as he walked towards the kitchen as well. Everyone made themselves comfortable at the kitchen table and you kept your hands clasped on the cold wood in front of you nervously.

“It’s time for us to put an end to the Kim’s for once and for all. Daehyun I want you to do whatever it takes to get their main location and Zelo once he has done that I want you to go in and set up cameras and microphones wherever you can that they won’t be able to see. Youngjae I want you to look into the files of Jaeho and anyone that we find to be close to him. You two come with me” As quick as it started it had finished and you sat in shock as they all quickly dispersed as if this were a routine and they didn’t even need Jongup’s instructions.

“Yongguk we need to map out a proper attack and Himchan we need you to get as much gunpowder as possible, the more the better if we have too much we can store it for the next time. Oh Y/N” Jongup turned back just when you thought you had been forgotten about and you found yourself straightening up in your seat.

“There’s chocolate in the fridge if you want any” He smiled and you nodded, you weren’t expecting some sort of order from him.

“I’m taking your wife with me” Daehyun suddenly piped up and you looked at him with wide eyes as you awaited some sort of angered explosion from Jongup. You unconsciously closed your eyes as you waited for the burst of violently loud yelling to come from him but nothing came and you peeled your eyes open when you heard his surprisingly calm voice stop Yongguk from protesting.

“Daehyun we’ve just argued over this-”

“Her life is in your hands and yours is in mine Daehyun. Take the chocolate and go with them Y/N, and be safe” Jongup smiled your way and you found yourself nodding instead of protesting that you didn’t want to be part of this. Because the man you had known for so long was murdered by these people, you were angered beyond compare too.

The chocolate was taken and you put your shoes on just like you were told to do. Daehyun took the liberty of holding your wrist to show Jongup that he was keeping you under his watch and you left the house with the mess you had made in your room still sitting there waiting for you.

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The backseat was filled with wires, cameras and microphones and Zelo was among that no longer a cleanable mess. You sat next to Daehyun, who gripped the steering wheel to the car with a peculiar seriousness amongst the features of his face. The car was circling streets, from rundown buildings to the most expensive places you had ever seen, but Daehyun believed none of the places he had driven past was where Jaeho would appear. He was beginning to drive through busier places, losing ideas as the amount of fuel in the tank grew less and less and the minutes turned into hours where your chocolate had been long gone.

“There Daehyun there he is!” It was as some sort of wish had been granted, some sort of magic trick was done, because there Zelo was, pointing at the man they were after as he wandered the streets in a stride that had a rushed pace to it, but also showed he had all the time in the world on his hands. Daehyun slowed down, trying not to make it obvious that they were following the man as you gave him the up down with your eyes, he was shorter than you imagined, were there no tall mafia leaders?

“What do we do? Follow him until he goes home or something?” You asked as Daehun gave a firm nod.

“Precisely, now we have to find a way to be discrete” Daehyun took a park on the side of the street the moment he could find one, and you all watched as Jaeho rounded the corner of the block and disappeared from sight.

“So Y/N” Daehyun looked at you and before even looking at him you knew what he wanted you to do.

“Give me your number” You sighed, pulling out your phone and unlocking it with ease. Daehyun grinned as Zelo blinked at you, doing his best to muffle the shock he felt when you took no convincing. Daehyun put his number in your phone and gave it back immediately. He reversed out of the parking space and drove in the same direction you had all seen Jaeho go.

“I’ll call you when I see you getting close to him, stay out of hearing range from him but don’t let him get too far” Daehyun shoved his phone at you and you put your number in as quickly as possible.

“You’re seriously doing this?” Zelo finally spoke up and you stopped, hands just out of reach from giving Daehyun his phone back.

“And this is really YN? My what a beautiful lady you’re growing into, it feels like forever since I last saw you, darling, which means you had plenty of time to become even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” He had one of those smiles that made his eyes disappear, you had always owed so much to this man. But Mr Moon was one of the kindest people you had ever met in your life.

“Which is a good thing, because what I have for you is definitely for a beautiful young lady” Mr Moon continued after you and your father both bashfully thanked him for his compliments. Your eyes began to sparkle as you were presented with a small box, his calloused hand opened it for you and in there lay the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. Your family could never afford a necklace so delicate and shiny, it was fit for a queen and here it was being given to you.

“Mr Moon, I can’t accept this from you, I could never repay you-”

“It’s a gift Y/N. You never repay a gift” Mr Moon interrupted and you stared at him with awe.

“Thank you, Mr Moon” You finally smiled properly and Mr Moon removed the necklace from its box. You moved your hair and your father grinned when he saw the necklace resting on your collar bones.

“This is so you never forget, I am only one call away, whenever you need me I will be there” Mr Moon gave your shoulders a squeeze and you looked up at him with adoration.

“I’ll always remember”

Your hand automatically reached for the chain holding the small pendant, it hadn’t been taken off since that day three years ago and you had never forgotten. Your eyes met Zelo’s with defiance and you gripped your own phone with your other hand tightly as you stared him down.

“Mr Moon held importance to me as well. I have my own reasons to avenge him” You muttered with darkness sticking to your words before you quickly got out of the car. You slammed the door to the car shut behind you and Zelo stared out the window as you strut your way in the same direction as Jaeho was currently going.

“That kid is seriously on another level” Zelo gasped and Daehyun snorted.

“Oh please, we’re part of a mafia, she can’t be better than us”


I told you I would update soon! Ok, so maybe it wasn’t as soon as I wanted it to be, but this update is longer!

Let me know how you’re all going, I don’t hear from you guys often enough. Like seriously tell me who your bias is and why, what food are you craving? Are you human or from another planet? Let me know

anonymous asked:

so I've seen some debates about whether tony would be better with a cat or a dog but I have a better idea: Crow. I mean, a crow would be perfect. They're fiercely independent, scary smart, and have balls the size of the sun. Also, they can fly. So, for your consideration, Tony helping a crow out and it just follows him home, and now he has a bird friend. (tree anon)

No matter how many times he tried to shoo it away, the damn thing just kept coming back.

Tony didn’t get it. The tiny baby bird was just… it had needed some help, and Tony had seen it, so he’d given it some. But that didn’t explain why the stupid crow had started following him around like a lost… a lost crow!

“Are you ever going to quit it?” He muttered one afternoon, as he neared the main entrance of the tower and, sure enough, his little friend suddenly appeared out of nowhere in order to flutter down on his shoulder, claws digging into his finest Armani suit without a care.

The bird just re-adjusted it’s feathers a little and pecked Tony’s hair. He huffed and jerked his head away grumpily, careful not to dislodge it entirely in case it caused further injury. 

“You’ve got to get off now,” he told it firmly, as his hand closed around the door.

The bird looked right at him, and kept that eye-contact as it slowly began to perch on his shoulder. Like a fucking challenge.

A baby bird was challenging him.

Well. He was Tony Damn Stark. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a fucking crow.

“Shoo!” He said again, jerking his shoulder a little.

Stupid Crow didn’t even look away for a second.

Tony stared at it hopelessly for another moment, hoping it might fly away of its own accord. When it did not, he sighed.

“Okay. Okay then Satan. You want in? Fine. But if you misbehave, I will drive you down to Brooklyn and leave you to fend for yourself, understood?”

Of course, the crow did not reply. That truly would have been odd. (He’d seen odder. But still.)

Tony huffed again, but walked in with the bird on his shoulder all the same. “People are gonna judge me for this you know that right? I’m gonna be the crazy bird dude- and that role is supposed to be Barton’s only.”

“What about Barton?” And suddenly someone warm was pressing up against his free shoulder, hand taking it’s rightful place in Tony’s own as they walked together.

“I am telling my new admirer that I’m about to take over his role as crazy resident birdman,” Tony said, leaning his head back and pointing toward the black ball of feathers that was staring intently at Steve.

Steve, bless him, didn’t even look surprised. He just sighed. “Another one, Tony? Really?”

“Yeah, but this one wasn’t even my fault! It was the one that picked me!” Tony argued defensively.

Steve laughed, leaning over to give the little guy a better look. “Babe, I know you want to help them all, but we’re currently housing seven different strays, are you sure-”

“This is a bird, Steve, it’s not going to be that much hassle” Tony interrupted. “It’s just until it gets better! Please,” he did his best puppy-eyed expression, pouted his lips and coked his head a little. because Steve had not yet ever been able to resist that look.

Eventually, Steve just huffed out an exasperated but fond laugh, and shrugged. “Your tower. Let’s go tell Barton he’s been usurped, then.”

Tony clapped his hands. “you’re the best.”

“Oh, I know.”

Two years ago today I ‘met’ this big cutie! The full picture had never been posted on this blog, so it seems like the right time! :D

I usually only share cut versions of this picture because it doesn’t feel like me anymore (lots of things happened over the past two years), to this day I still regret not going to the hairdresser before the convention, and the right side of my face just went “fuck you you can’t control me” because of how nervous I was, but screw it. At least Luke Evans looks great!

Adam going to college and talking about his boyfriend once in a while but people get confused and start to think Ronan is two different people. 

“So wait, which is you boyfriend and which is your ex-boyfriend again?”

“What?”

“Is the catholic farmer with the bird who made you a mix tape the one you’re dating now and the street racer with the tattoo who listens to techno music is your ex, or was it the other way around?”

“They are literally the same person, those are both my boyfriend.”

“???”