so glad this didn't go the way i thought it would

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
An observation of Markiplier TV

Emphasis on the observation part because I’ve never really been good with theories. I have a number of things to do today but unfortunately, I watched this video and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully this’ll quiet my mind and let me function, and who knows? Maybe it’ll help someone out there with their own theories too. :)

So, let’s talk about this scene:

We got one hell of a group here BUT what I’d like to focus on is their seating arrangement and what that could mean, because if there’s anything I’ve learned in videos like this it’s that EVERYTHING is by design. This entire table scene (props to the Editor btw) has so much hidden psychological subtext in it, so while I’m no professional I’ll still do my best to uncover them all.

First off, let’s look at the table: Rectangular with two long ends and two short ones. Pretty normal setting yeah, but is it beneficial to their situation (i.e. finding a way to ‘take control’) where everyone easily agrees? Nope. Because tables like these embody competition and a clear sense of authority, and I love this detail. It means that while they could’ve easily gone for a round table to promote cooperation, they go for this because of course, no one’s going to cooperate that easily.

This setting, however, works better in the business cooperative world, because you got two people (Darkiplier & Wilford) who can control the meeting from both ends of the table and are essentially the people everyone will need to look up to.

Here’s a great detail though: In this kind of setting, the more powerful of the two is usually the one opposite the entrance to the room. This allows him not just a vantage point of whoever comes in and goes, but complete control as well. And as we see where King of the Squirrels pops up:

Originally posted by antisepticjack

Which we can easily tell was from the right of the room based on the direction his body and eyes shift to, we can point out where the entrance is and who was right there:

But yeah, in this moment it didn’t seem like Will had control over King’s sudden entrance but let’s face it: he doesn’t care. He already knows that there’s more than one king in that room.

Speaking of, let’s move on to the seating arrangement.

Obviously we got Dark and Will at the ends as the higher ups, but I’d like to talk about Googleplier and The Host.

In medieval times, kings would often have their advisors right at their side at the table. This actually explains the term “right hand man”, because the king would have them close at hand to help him rule, unless of course, he was left-handed. Looking back at Dark’s antics, I have reason to believe that he’s either left-handed or ambidextrous.

Originally posted by http-darkiplier-403forbidden

Which I guess would make sense, considering that while Ed, Bim, Silver and Dr. Iplier were all concerned about their parts in the video, only Google and The Host were able to keep a level head and not lose sight of their main goal/situation.

Now the last thing I want to talk about is Wilford’s idea for Markiplier TV. I must warn you though because this is going to be a bit of a stretch so stop reading if you’d like BUT… I think he may have been inspired by Anti.

AGAIN, please bear with me. Jack’s mentioned before that Dark and Anti ever meeting each other was very unlikely, which in Dark’s case (being the alter ego that’s been pushed inside the most) could be more than true. However, Wilford makes up for this as he’s the only one not bound by the laws of physics and is, potentially, omnipresent. So it’s possible that he’s aware of Anti (since he was aware of Septiplier after all) and his methods (i.e. using social media to have his fans notice him which then gives him control) BUT, being Wilford, he goes about it in his own roundabout way which is, of course, TELEVISION.

So, yeah, this is all I can come up with. Excluding my attempt in theorizing at the very end I hope this was helpful. Now I’m just hoping that my thoughts on Antisepticeye don’t get too hectic and end up like this long wall of text. Thanks for reading. :)

pandasubaru  asked:

AU Ideas: 4 (with Artist Steve?? that'd be amazing) or 13 or 15

  • 15: My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

— —

Steve’s phone buzzes.

“If this is another Grindr notification, I swear to God—“ Steve starts.

“That you’ll answer it and go get laid?” Sam says. Natasha snickers.

“That I’ll kick your ass,” Steve says.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Will you?” he asks.

“Yes, I will!” Steve says.

“He’s very scrappy,” Natasha says. “He once managed to scratch me.”

“Check your messages,” Sam says.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes, and pulls out his phone. He reads the notification from wintersoldat3255. It says, Bees? and nothing else.

He holds the phone up to Sam. “See?” he says. “See the weirdos who message me because you made this profile?”

Sam takes the phone from Steve, reads the message, and snorts. “Okay, well, maybe they’re not all winners. Let’s see what he…” he trails off, eyes going wide. “Shit, those are some pectorals.”

“Oh, pass it here,” Natasha says, taking the phone. Even Natasha — who is rarely impressed — raises her eyebrows. “Maybe you should see what this guy has to say,” she says, passing the phone back to Steve after a long moment.

“I’ve seen what he has to say, and what he has to say is ‘bees’, apparently.”

“It was a question,” Sam says. “You should change your intonation.”

Steve exhales. “Bees?” he asks, exaggerating the raised end of the question. “That better?”

“Very,” Sam says. “Now let’s look at your other prospects.”

Steve gets up to get another round of drinks.

— —

He doesn’t know why he goes back to Grindr that night, after he’s back home and has had a few drinks. It’s not that he wants to get laid — honestly, he doesn’t want to get out of bed — but he’s sort of curious about who saw his photos and thought ‘yeah, I’d hit that’.

He scrolls through a few generic messages, then sees the one from wintersoldat3255.

Bees?

What the fuck.

So he types out, what the fuck? and sends it back to the guy.

He doesn’t expect an answer — the guy messaged him hours ago — but it only takes a minute or so before he gets a response:

You say save the bees in your profile, which is noble and everything, but I know for a FACT that you’re allergic to bees.

First of all, Steve is a little heartened knowing that Sam knows him well enough to include the fact that the bees need to be put on the endangered species list and should be protected on his dating profile. But then he realizes that this guy… somehow knows that Steve is allergic to bees, which is creepy as hell.

No I’m not, Steve lies, calling the guy’s bluff.

No, you are. I’m the one who shoved an Epipen in your thigh after you got stung during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party and his mom was too freaked out to do anything about it.

Steve stares at the message, then shakes his head. It can’t be right! The person who stuck the Epipen in his thigh during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party was Bucky Barnes, and this guy can’t be Bucky Barnes.

Can he?

Steve quickly clicks over to his profile. He scrolls through the pictures, but there aren’t any of his face, just abs and pecs, which makes Steve roll his eyes a little. When he goes back to his messages he has another from wintersoldat3255:

Yeah Steve, it’s me.

Steve’s eyes go wide.

Bucky? he asks.

Long time no see.

Can’t actually see your face, so I don’t really know it’s you.

A photo appears. It’s of Bucky Barnes, mugging for the camera with a toothy grin.

You wanna catch up? Bucky writes.

Sure. Where are you? Steve asks, heart beating fast.

It’s Grindr. The whole point is that you can see.

Steve rolls his eyes, they make plans to meet-up at a local 24-hour diner in a half hour, and Steve saves the photo that Bucky sent him, just in case.

— —

Bucky is already sitting in a booth when Steve walks in. He perks up, grins, and waves. “Steve!” he calls.

Steve straightens up a little, takes a breath. He shouldn’t be so nervous; it’s not like there’s anything riding on this. He’s just seeing his childhood best friend for the first time in over ten years. No big deal.

Doesn’t help that Bucky was Steve’s first crush, but no big deal, either.

He walks over, and Bucky’s just grinning at him, like he’s the best thing he’s seen in years. “Hey Buck,” Steve says.

“Steve,” Bucky says, kind of breathy. “Wow, you look fantastic.”

Steve shrugs. “I look like me,” he says. “Don’t have abs like you do, apparently.”

Bucky laughs, ducks his head. “I’ll be honest — my friends made that profile for me. I thought Peter was taking pictures for his art class of me at the gym.”

“Why didn’t he include his face?” Steve asks. “It’s not like your face is a bad one.”

Bucky laughs. “Thanks for that, I think.” He pauses, starts playing with the edge of the plastic menu on the table in front of him. “And it’s because I’m out but I’m not out out.”

“Okay?” Steve says, a little confused.

“Anyhow, what have you been up to? How’s life? Do you still like pancakes? Because this place has the best pancakes.”

— —

It’s weird how easy it is, reconnecting with Bucky. Steve never spent much effort trying to find him after they lost touch. He just assumed that Bucky thought he was too cool for him when they got to high school, and it was almost a relief when he moved away during the summer before their junior year, just so Steve wouldn’t have to be reminded of the best friend he lost.

He wants to ask Bucky about it, but he doesn’t have to. Bucky just opens up during their second round of milkshakes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“For when I stopped talking to you during high school. I know that it must’ve made you feel like shit.”

Steve fidgets. He doesn’t want to answer that.

“You know my parents were in a bad place.”

“They got divorced, right?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “But the last two years were… really bad.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I wasn’t hanging out with a great crowd. And I think I justified not talking to you because I didn’t want you to get involved with that crowd. But I more just think that I didn’t want you talking me out of the bad shit I was doing.”

Steve remembers the way that Bucky walked down the halls with his friends, rolling his eyes at Steve when he tried to talk to him. Of course, Steve tried to talk to him, tried having a showdown of some kind, but Bucky would just… walk away. He never bothered listening.

It hurt.

“And then my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved in with my Uncle Pierce, and…” He trails off.

“That’s the uncle who I met that one time, right? Who said I should be sent to a pray away the gay camp?”

“We had no money,” Bucky says.

“How was it?”

“I joined the Army as soon as I could,” Bucky says with a weak smile.

“Shit,” Steve says.

He shrugs. “I’m out now, and I’m doing pretty well for myself. Got my issues, but everyone else does.” Steve nods. “And besides, I’m free to do whatever I want now, so.”

“So you’re spending your time on Grindr?” Steve asks.

“You are, too!” Bucky says.

“My friends made me a profile!”

“No, Steve, you can’t take that excuse. I already used it.” He’s laughing, and Steve kicks him underneath the table.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve Rogers.” He stops laughing, just smiles. “Steve Rogers,” he repeats, quieter.

“That’s my name,” he says. The ‘don’t wear it out’ is implied.

He glances down at his shake, and stirs it with his straw. “I wanted to find you again for a while,” he admits, still looking down. “I debated about sending you a message for about an hour before I did.”

“I’m glad you did,” Steve says. “I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to you.”

“Do you think…” Bucky starts, looking up. He clears his throat. “Do you think that we could meet again sometime? I just… I feel like this is a second chance, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“I’d like to see you again,” Steve says, stomach tingling, and not from the milkshake.

“Cool,” Bucky says, and Steve feels his foot shift against his. He doesn’t move it away.

Steve doesn’t mind, just presses his own foot closer to Bucky’s, and looks forward to their future together.

Five Times Ladybug Didn't Recognize Her Partner and One Time She Did

A sequel to Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did. I really wanted to leave it as it was, but I had to come back and give this a happier ending. And of course it ran away from me and got way longer than I meant it to.

I hope you enjoy!


“Is everything okay, kitty?”

Chat Noir looked over at her. “What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”

“Different?”

“It’s nothing.”

By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.

Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.

Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.

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starter sentences for enemies
  • "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."
  • "One day karma is going to bite you in the ass."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "What do you want now?"
  • "If you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them attractive."
  • "Fuck you!"
  • "Oh, what? Sorry. I was trying to imagine you with a personality."
  • "That was a low blow."
  • "You're truly a disgusting person."
  • "Don't bring my [relative] into this!"
  • "I would unplug your life support to charge my phone."
  • "What do you think you're doing?"
  • "Have you lost your mind?"
  • "Do you have anything to say that won't result in me punching you in the face?"
  • "Tread carefully."
  • "Two wrongs don't make a right; take your parents as an example."
  • "Get off my property."
  • "Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go."
  • "Leave me alone."
  • "So what?"
  • "You look like a before picture."
  • "Don't be a coward. Say it to my face."
  • "You're so fake."
  • "Apologize before I deck you."
  • "This means war."
  • "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
  • "Can't we compromise?"
  • "Go to hell."
  • "Hating me won't make you pretty."
  • "Can you try not annoying me every 30 seconds?"
  • "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."
  • "Fuck off!"
  • "I thought we settled this."
  • "I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance."
  • "Stay classy."
  • "You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse."
  • "Your sarcasm detector needs tweaking."
  • "Get off me!"
  • "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
  • "Name one reason why I shouldn't walk away right now."
  • "Is this making you angry?"
  • "Karma takes too long. I'd rather beat the shit out of you just now."
  • "Shock me and say something intelligent."
  • "Ouch. That one stung."
  • "That's cruel."
  • "I didn't think I was capable of murder until this conversation."
  • "Truce?"
Beauty and The Beast

paring: Bucky Barnes x reader beauty and the beast Au!

plot: based on the Disney movie beauty and the beast. 

a/n: I really hope you guys like it! It’s my first AU!

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Originally posted by mawj-t5101994


And the curse was broken with a single kiss, it was no ordinary kiss it was a true love’s kiss. True love the most powerful magic there is. 

“Y/n” you sighed as you marked the page in your book “ I am coming, Papa”. you ran into your dad’s workshop “Y/n” he called once again “I am here Papa” you panted as you stood beside him. “Yes Papa, you called me? I was just reading by book. I am at the part where the prince wakes the princess” you went on. “That’s lovely honey, can you go get some groceries from the market?” he asked, his face full of dirt, he was in the middle of creating something new. 

“Of course, Papa and can I” your father placed his finger on your lips preventing you from speaking “Yes Y/n you can go to the library and get another book” you smiled and gave your  Papa a big kiss on his cheek “oh thank you, Papa” you ran off once again “the list is on the kitchen table” you father shouted. 

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anonymous asked:

Did you saw the savan thing? I'm glad for louis for standing out like imagine if 1d didn't changed their sound? Probably they wouldn't be here anymore I'm quite sad that they never let them take 100% of control of their music like it would be so great I hope they can show their talents in the future

What stands out to me is that Savan himself admits that he was stuck in a headspace where he viewed the boys as incompetent children.  It’s his own fault that he didn’t give them room and support to grow and they (or only 1 if you listen to Savan) rebelled against that.

All the boys have always had their own opinions and even if they aren’t always free to do what they need to, they’re not going to sit and take it quietly.  That quality of theirs is important because that’s what you have to do to succeed. You can’t succeed just by doing everything that someone else tells you.  You have to have your own voice and your own unique something to add to the world.

Savan KNOWS that he was at fault and yet he’s still bitter that not all the boys were happy with being ignored and suffocated.

I don’t think he’s completely wrong.  It makes sense that they’d need some time to learn and get adapted to the music scene.  They would need guidance at first and not every idea they thought was wonderful would actually be a good one.  If the company was looking for the “5 and bled dry” plan that they habitually use, Savan’s right in that the safe route was the super general romantic pop that was on the first 2 albums.  In that sense, it would be inevitable that the boys would have to sing music they didn’t love.

“Safe” isn’t the only way to succeed, though, and Savan should know as well as anyone that the “5 and bled dry” plan wasn’t in the interest of the boys themselves.  It’s something that is only meant to make profit for the company. He has no business criticizing them for not liking what they were forced to do to earn money for 1DHQ.  Their goal wasn’t ever to be a 5 and done flash in the pan.

It says more to me about Savan’s maturity level that he’s talking about someone that way.  Pretending to be vague while giving enough details that anyone can tell who you’re talking about is petty and disingenuous.  Saying that you made mistakes and still bringing up bitter feelings and painting the other person in a bad light is even more so.

We all can tell it’s Louis he’s talking about.  Not because it describes Louis, but because it clearly describes what 1DHQ has always thought Louis was.  Louis has an amazing knack for writing lyrics and he’s got such an emotive voice. What would have happened if he sat back and continued to allow them to pretend he didn’t exist except as a comedian for the band?  He’d have gotten nowhere.  Anyone can tell that if others are ignoring you, if you don’t speak up, you’re going to continue to get ignored. 

Did Savan just want Louis to take being treated like he didn’t matter lying down?  Did Savan want them all to sing music they didn’t like and be treated as a commodity and be grateful for it?  That’s not what they signed up for. Unfortunately they didn’t know that’s what they were going to get when they did sign up.

I’m disappointed because I really loved Niall and Savan’s interactions over Twitter in the early days.  I wanted him to be more of a Caroline Watson or Paul Higgins.

TLDR;

Savan: “Can you believe that they were angry we didn’t listen to them, pigeon-holed them as worthless, treated them like unimportant children, and were trying to make money rather than advancing their artistic careers?  How childish.”

“I could tease you a little…like this.”

The sauce train has reached the finale that is V Sunday on MM Valentine’s Week, the event hosted by @mysticmessimagines​! WE MADE IT! OMGOSH I can go to bed now and sleep for a week XD Thank you so much for hosting this event. Originally I was only going to participate on the first day but then I thought, ‘Why not do all the days?? It would be good practice.” And it was. I felt myself improve a lot and I can now draw faster (a week ago something like this would take me a whole day but I even managed to do 3 crack posts, one of them being the infamous V chain lolol, as well as this V drawing) so I’m pretty proud of myself ^-^

Thank you everyone for liking, sharing and commenting in the tags about my art :3 It means a lot to me and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have other stuff planned for drawing but first I’mma take a nice break with Baehee (on her route atm <3)

Much love, D.Pigeon

The seventh year boy’s dormitory is quieter than it has been for ages. Its four occupants sit in a circle on the floor in the middle of the four-poster beds, around a piece of weathered parchment. It’s been a hectic spring, and Remus is glad for the chance to sit with his friends now and chew on a familiar problem. 

“I can’t believe we’re leaving in a month and it’s not finished,” James says with a deep sigh.

Sirius sighs, too, only slightly mocking. “End of an era and nothing to show for it.” 

“It’s not incomplete,” Remus protests, nudging their Map with his socked toe. “It works. It’s perfect, except for that one glitch. But maybe the Room’s magic is just stronger than our Map’s.” The Room of Requirement had been the one thing the four of them hadn’t managed to make appear on their paper model of the Hogwarts castle. Remus privately held that if their numerous spells hadn’t worked before, nothing else would - that particular bit of the Map had exhausted all of their collective creativity. 

The four of them stare for another minute or so, until Peter says slowly, “Do you guys think the Room of Requirement would make a deal with us?” 

“What kind of deal?” James asks, looking at Peter with interest. One of Remus’ favorite things about their ringleader is the way his whole conveys focus - even his hair seems to be paying attention. 

“Well, what if we left the Map in there overnight, with the understanding that if it adds itself, we’ll leave it in there when we leave. That way, it can meet the needs of future students who want to sneak around like we’ve done,” Peter suggests, speaking as though he’s figuring it out as he speaks. 

“Worth a try,” Remus answers. “The Room is at least semi-sentient, right? It can read our thoughts if we ask for something, so it should be able to understand us asking for a trade.” 

Sirius cocks his head to the side. “How is that any different than asking it to add itself? If it were possible to put it on the Map, it would’ve had to do it when we asked.” 

Peter nods, chewing at his thumbnail. “It don’t know. I guess it doesn’t take anything in return any other time.” 

“I like the idea of leaving it, though, Peter,” Remus adds. “Done or not.” 

“Admitting defeat, Moony?” James teases, ruffling Remus’ hair. “We’ll get it.” 

“Eternal optimist,” Sirius says affectionately. “But Pete’s right. Whether we get the Room on it or not, we need to figure out how to pass it on. Are there any worthy rabble-rousers in your care, Prongs? A gift like this from the castle’s one and only Head Boy would go a long way.” 

James ignores the jab. “I don’t think so…can you lot think of anyone?” 

Before anyone can answer, a regal looking school owl appears at the tower window. Sirius gets up ungracefully to take the letter, opens it, and says dryly, “McGonagall knows we raided Filch’s files. She said it ‘speaks to our skill and determination to get past the man’ but we’ve got detention with her on Sunday anyway. I think she just wants us all together to say goodbye - all we’re doing is writing lines in her office.” 

But Remus is still caught up on the first part, and looks over at James to see if he’s thinking the same thing. He is, evidently, because he picks up the map from the center of the floor and says, “We might need even more skill and determination to sneak something in.” 

And Remus is grateful that even though the end of their Hogwarts career is near, nothing has really changed at all. 

in loving memory

pairing: jeongguk x reader
genre: angst
word count: 12,170
warnings: terminal illness, hospitals, needles, etc; 
note: put a tiny bit of a twist on this one, but i’m not sure how to categorize the concept itself. it involves a japanese legend that i based off on the children’s book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.


Originally posted by jessabella-hime

Jeon Jeongguk is ill.

It first surfaced when he was out playing with his friends, running along with them one summer morning, his shoes scraping against the pavement as he ran fast to keep up. In the midst of it all, as he was reaching out to tap his friend’s shoulder and finally get his revenge on him, Jeongguk suddenly felt his legs collapse from underneath him and soon the soft skin of his cheek met with the coarse concrete. He remembered his friends running to get his parents and when his father carried him in his arms, he fell unconscious and woke up in a cold hospital room where his mother sobbed quietly.

Jeongguk was eleven years old when he was diagnosed with something that he commonly referred to as what made people treat him differently.

The changes that came with this revelation were drastic. Jeongguk often had to miss out on school for weeks at a time, staying in the vicinity of a hospital where he lay in bed all day under careful observation by doctors. What used to be time spent for learning and making friends is now scheduled for routine check ups and treatment. Even the people Jeongguk had considered friends whispered about him and steered cleared of him, even though his illness isn’t contagious in any way. In truth, it was their parents that made his old friends avoid him, used him and his sickness as a way of threatening their children when they weren’t obedient.

“Go study, or else you’ll end up like that Jeon kid!” They would say variations of this, as if Jeongguk had been reduced to some kind of curse that only existed when fear is the only thing that would get through their young minds.

As a result, Jeon Jeongguk often felt lonely, having only minimal conversations with the nurses that routinely checked up on him while he stays in the hospital, and his family who try their best to look as if their youngest isn’t burdened by what could possibly be a terminal illness. The doctors called him a fighter, and Jeongguk would smile up at them with eyes filled with certainty because he believed them and will try his best to endure every process he has to undergo to get better.

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Dan X Reader

Warnings-Smut, Swears

Can you do a thing where you and Dan have been dating for a while now and things get really heated but you tell Dan that you’re a virgin?


It had been three months since the two of you had started dating. You had told Dan that you weren’t comfortable with having sex until you got to know him better. He agreed that it is a very personal experience to share with someone. It wasn't something you wanted to share with someone to only have your heart broken moments after.

The sexual tension between the two of you could be felt every time the two of you hung out. You knew you were ready to let things progress with Dan but there was one little problem that the two of you had never actually discussed.You were a virgin. A glorified woman who had never felt the touch of a man. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn't gotten further with someone before. You had just never gotten to the point where you had felt comfortable with another person to share such an intimate time.

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request from anon: -slides in- heeeey, if you don’t mind, could you maybe write an Usnavi x reader where the reader works for Usnavi at the Bodega and they basically just flirt with him until he looks like a gd tomato? Please and thanks! - G.K

a/n: oh man oh man here it is, i hope it’s okay!!

“Benny I’m working right now and if you don’t leave, I’m banning you from the bodega.” I threatened and Usnavi looked at me.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t do that, Y/N. It is my bodega.”

“When we get married it’ll be our bodega and then we can ban my brother.” I suggested and I watched Usnavi trip over nothing. Benny started coughing, probably to hide his laugh.

“Leave the man alone. He’s not used to you flirting with him so early.” Benny laughed and I looked at Usnavi, who was red and almost tripped again.

“He just has awful coordination.” I shrugged.

“Is he like this in bed?” Benny laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“Ask Vanessa.” I suggested and Benny’s laugh filled the bodega and Usnavi groaned.

“Guys for the last time I have not slept with Vanessa. Recently.” He mumbled and I felt heat rise to my face. Jealousy, huh. That was a new feeling towards Vanessa.

“You slept with Vanessa again?” Sonny asked, just walking in.
Benny looked amused and he turned to Usnavi and me.

“Sonny, you’re late.” We said at the exact same time and Usnavi looked at me and smiled a bit. I looked away, hiding a smile of my own and Benny laughed loudly but Sonny and Usnavi were at it again.

“You must like him a lot if he makes you smile like that.” He teased, his voice quiet enough so only I could hear it.

“Banned.” I threatened, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah yeah we’ll see when you guys get married.” He laughed and checked the time. “Ah shit, I am running late.” He frowned and hugged me. “See ya later sis. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding, Usnavi.” He grinned and he walked out of the bodega.

“You’re getting married?” Sonny asked, his curiousity piqued.

“You’re right we should ban your brother.” He mused and I laughed business continued steadily. Kevin walked in and Usnavi grinned and mumbled to himself “Right on time. Pan caliente, cafè con leche!” He yelled and while Usnavi made the coffee, Sonny grabbed some hot bread and wrapped it up, setting it in front of Kevin. I took Kevin’s money- exact change, as always.

“Do you want a lottery ticket as well?” I asked him and he pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

“Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery.”

“One ticket.” Camille corrected him and I smiled and I made change.

“You and Usnavi are such a cute couple. You remind me of Camille and I when we were younger.” Kevin said and Usnavi accidently spilled a bit of the coffee he was giving Kevin on me.

“He is a charmer.” I said through gritted teeth, the coffee burning me.

Usnavi looked torn between getting Kevin another coffee or making sure I was okay.

“I’ll be in the back room.” I told him and he nodded and he moved out of the way before making another cup of coffee. I went into the back room and I took off my shirt, glad to see that the stain was hardly noticeable. I put it back on and Usnavi walked in.

“Y/N! I am so so sorry…” He apologized.

“It’s okay, really. Kevin’s comment caught both of us off guard.”

“I didn’t correct him.”

“You didn't… huh?”

“I mean I tried but I said how people have been talking about us getting married all morning and while it would be wonderful to marry you, I’m not marrying you. Don’t get me wrong- I would love to marry you I mean I have liked you a lot since you first moved in and I still do but we aren’t getting married…?”

“So now they think we’re close to getting married?”

He didn’t say anything, his face slowly turning more red.

Why would he… oh.

Oh.

“You would love to marry me?” I asked slowly, trying to comprehend the second half of his explanation.

No response.

“Usnavi you can’t just tell me all of this and just… go silent.”

“Talking has been working out pretty badly.”

“I thought it was pretty obvious that I felt the same way, in case you haven’t noticed that I’ve been flirting with you for the past year and a half.”

“Wait you were being serious that entire time? I thought you knew and that’s why you did that?”

“I did it because I was trying to give you a hint.”

“I’m really bad at taking hints.” He admitted. I rolled my eyes and I closed the space between us and kissed him.

“Apparently.” I mumbled.

anonymous asked:

Holy snizzle dizz I have an idea. Ok so y/n wakes up and she has a dream that Dally and Johnny die (she basically dreamt the story, but she's in it) and she runs to the Curtis house to see the gang, to make sure the dream didn't actually happen. She runs to Dally and hugs him crying bc of the 'dream' (same for johnny, but y/n is hugging dally longer) and he's surprised bc he and the rest of the gang have no idea wtf is going, and she tells them dream. 1/2

(request con.) and she tells them dream and they’re all taken aback by her dream? Could it be a dally x reader type of imagine? Plz & could it be long and detailed? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense. (I jus read the book anD OMG I NEED AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING BC MY BABIES DIED AND NONONO) ps. I really like your writing And your skills are AMAZING. Also thanks! 2/2

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holy snizzle dizz I will try my absolute best to make this imagine what you were thinking. btw I rly love the prompt! and im glad you enjoy my writing (even though sometimes it sucks) :)

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You woke up drenched in sweat and trembling in fear. The bed sheets were tangled around your legs.

You had absolutely no idea how your brain came up with the dreams it did. Your dreams usually never scared you at all, but this one did. This dream was vivid and it seemed as if it were real.

It scared you, it really did. At the moment, you were having trouble deciding whether the dream was real or if it was fictional.

It all started when Darry had yelled at Pony for falling asleep in the lot with you and Johnny. Darry pushed Pony and he ran out of his house. He went to the lot and told you and Johnny that you guys were running away.

While the three of you were at the park, you all got jumped by some Socs and they tried to drown Pony and they also started to beat up you and Johnny.

Johnny pulled out his switchblade and killed one of the Socs. when he realized what he had done, he sat on the ground and began to cry. You looked at him and told him to calm down and that everything would be okay. When Pony woke up, you all went to see Dally so he could help you guys.

Dally had told you guys to hop on the 3:15 train to Windrixville. He told you to go to and abandoned church on the top of Jay Mountain and he said to stay there until he came to get you all.

When you all arrived in Windrixville, everyone went to the church and got some rest. Johnny woke up before anyone else so he went to get a week’s supply of food.

And then you all stayed there for what felt like the longest week of your lives.

When Dally finally came to get you all, the first thing he did was take you guys to Dairy Queen and everything was fine until you all went back to the church.

The church was engulfed in flames and you, Ponyboy, and Johnny overheard two adults say that some of the children on the field trip were missing. All three of you quickly ran inside of the church to save the kids.

Even though you all saved the kids, before Dally could get Johnny out, the roof fell in on him and he broke his back and was badly burned.

You all visited the hospital many times and the night of the rumble you all went to tell him that the Greasers had won. He said that there was no point in fighting. Then he looked at Pony and told him to stay gold.

Johnny died right in front of your eyes. You saw Dally break right in front of your eyes.

Dally ran off, broken and unable to be fixed. There was no other choice to him but to die. The only thing he loved was gone, so what was the point anymore?

He ended up robbing a store and being chased by the police. The rest of the gang ran to the park and watched their friend get shot in the chest and slowly die right in front of them. They were all in shock that they had lost two gang members in one night. You saw Dally drop to the ground and that’s when you woke up.

You sat up and wiped your eyes. You were in shock and you were terrified. You were so scared that two of your closest friends had died. You needed to go and see for yourself.

You got up and slipped on a hoodie and a pair of your converse. Then you made your way to the Curtis house.

You knocked on the door and Darry answered. He noticed that your cheeks were tear stained and that you were shaking.

“What’s wrong? Come on in and we’ll talk about it.” Darry motioned you to  come in and you did. You looked around and your eyes immediately landed on Johnny and Dally.

You sighed with relief and ran over to Johnny. You gripped him tight and cried in his shoulder.

“Thank god,” you quietly said.

You let go of Johnny and ran over to Dally and hugged him as well. Even though he didn’t notice, you hugged him for a bit longer.

“What was that for?” Dally asked you.

That is when you explained everything to them. You told them about the dream, how it scared you, and how you thought it was real.

None of them had anything to say. They didn’t know how to respond to that.

After a while you all just talked about it and you figured the gang had had enough of you for one night, so you began you trip home.

“Hey wait up, doll,” you heard a voice yell behind you. You turned around and saw Dally running up to you.

“Can we talk about that dream?” he asked you.

“Look, it was just a dream and I don’t know why it happened but it did. I was worried it was real so I came to check on you and Johnny and it turned out I had just dreamt it. No big deal.”

You started to walk off but Dally grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave. I’m still talking to you.”

“Fine.”

“Why were you so worried that I died, Y/N?”

“Because you’re my friend. I was so scared that I would have to live the rest of my life without you and Johnny.”

“Oh. And another thing.”

“What?”

“Did you mean to hug me longer or was I just imagining things?’ He laughed.

“Oh God, you noticed that,” you blushed, putting your head in your hands.

“Yea. Listen, doll, it’s kinda obvious that you’ve got a thing for me. You know that, right?”

“Well now I do.”

“Look, I don’t care. But would you wanna consider being my girl?”

“I thought you were dating Sylvia,” you said in shock.

“The broad was two-timing me while I was in jail, man.”

“Oh.”

“So are you in or what? You wanna be my girlfriend or no?”

“Uh, sure. Why not?” you laughed.

A/N: the end! I really hoped you liked this because it literally took me three hours to write. thank you so much for requesting and I am so sorry you had to wait so long. There has been so much going on recently and I just now got around to writing yours since you wanted it to be long and detailed. and btw that ending sucked I am so sorry this probably not at all what you were thinking of. and it looked a lot longer when I was writing it. I apologize this is really bad. :( if you want another imagine, feel free to send in a request at any time!

take this burden - part 19

[ ends of the earth - lord huron ]

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They woke to Rou flinging the door open and loudly informing them that there were pancakes downstairs.


‘Jesus, Rou, what if we’d been naked?’


‘Absolutely nothing.’


‘What?’


She walked off.


‘Should I be offended?’ He Tian asked.


‘That’s a safe bet.’


They’d shifted slightly as they slept.


Somehow, Felix had acquired the majority of the blanket.


When He Tian didn’t get out of the bed, Mo Guan Shan climbed over him.


He Tian followed him to the bathroom.


Mo Guan Shan said something unintelligible, his mouth full of toothpaste.


‘…what?’


Mo Guan Shan spit.


‘Did you bring a toothbrush?’


‘No, I completely spaced. I’m fine until we get home.’


‘You can use mine if you want.’


‘Isn’t that kind of…gross?’


‘Compared to what? Spending the day with un-brushed teeth?’


He Tian had no response.


He took the toothbrush when Mo Guan Shan offered it to him.


Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub while he cleaned his teeth.


‘Sorry about last night.’


He Tian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.


‘What do you mean?’


‘I try not to drink that much on a regular basis. I hope I wasn’t too bad.’


‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ He Tian asked warily.


‘Taking a shower.’


He Tian sighed in intense relief.


‘Shit, did I do something stupid?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.


‘Nope, you just went to sleep.’


‘Are you lying?’


‘Only a little.’


‘We didn't…’


‘No. I like to think that you’d remember that.’


‘I didn’t mean it like-’


‘I know, I’m kidding.’


He Tian spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out


‘So what’s the plan?’


‘I’m going to get some more of my stuff packed up and get Felix ready. We can head out after breakfast.’


‘Is there anything else you want to do while we’re here? Visit friends?’


Mo Guan Shan considered that for a moment before shaking his head.


‘I’d rather just go home and get settled in.’


He Tian followed him out of the bathroom to help him pack.


‘Home it is, then.’


They ate breakfast and said their goodbyes.


He Tian was surprised when each member of the family hugged him warmly.


‘Come back and visit soon.’ Mo Guan Shan’s mom told them firmly.


‘We will.’ Mo Guan promised.


He Tian tried not to smile.


We, huh?


Mo Guan Shan loaded Felix into the car in his carrier.


He was nothing but a fluffy, ginger, ball of anger and claws.


Mo Guan Shan didn’t ask for the keys this time either.


He relaxed with every mile He Tian put between their car and the city.

‘Sorry about telling my mom that we’re together. She just looked so happy…’


‘It’s ok, really. She wants to know that you’re safe and taken care of. It’s understandable.’


Mo Guan Shan nodded.


‘Yeah, i suppose so. You’re not mad though?’


‘Not at all. Why would I be?’


‘Well…you haven’t been in a relationship for thirteen years and I just barge in and tell my parents that you’re my boyfriend. I don’t imagine anyone would like that.’


‘It doesn’t bother me.’ He Tian assured him.


‘Well, thank you.’


‘Any time.’


The redhead rolled his eyes with a small smile.


‘Really? Even Christmas?’


‘Sure.’


‘I…can’t tell if you’re kidding.’


‘I’m not. They seem really nice. I liked them a lot.’


‘Just be careful. They might get attached and we’ll have to get married.’ He teased.


He Tian laughed.


‘I can think of worse fates.’


There was a long pause.


‘I’m going to tell Jian Yi you said that.’


‘Oh lord, please don’t.’


They both smiled.


‘You seem like you’re feeling better.’ He Tian observed.’


‘I am.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.


‘I’m glad.’


They spent the next few hours in silence, listening to music, lost in thought.


Mo Guan Shan broke the silence.


‘So, what’s up with them? Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi.’


‘What do you mean?’


‘Are they planning on getting married or anything? You said they’d been together for, like, a decade.’


‘Ok, I’m going to tell you something, but if you tell Jian Yi I will murder you.’


‘Jesus, I’m not sure if I even want to know now.’


‘Zhengxi has been planning to propose for over two years but hasn’t come up with the right way to do it.’


‘It’s not like he’s going to say no… right?’


‘Absolutely not. Zhengxi just feels like he has to make it special somehow, after all they’ve been through.’


‘Like what?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.


He Tian winced, realizing he’d said too much.


‘I’m…going to have to let Jian Yi tell you about that. I wouldn’t know about any of it if I hadn’t been around for it.’


‘Are you really going to build it up like that and not tell me?’


He Tian sighed.


He never really talked to anyone so he wasn’t used to censoring himself or keeping secrets.


‘You have to PROMISE me you won’t say anything. Ever.’


‘I promise.’


He Tian hesitated.


‘Zhengxi cheated on him a few years ago.’


‘Whoa.’


‘It wasn’t a huge thing, he didn’t sleep with her or anything-’


‘Her?’ Mo Guan Shan interrupted.


‘Yeah, that was the issue. Jian Yi is a remarkably understanding, forgiving person. But after so many years of Zhengxi telling him he was straight, it was pretty brutal.’


‘I can imagine.’


‘What ended up happening?’


‘Zhengxi stayed with me for almost three months. The girl, she was a friend of theirs, went to Jian Yi taking full responsibility. She was going through her own shit with some guy and said it was entirely her fault and Zhengxi had turned her down.’


‘And Jian Yi forgave him?’


‘Eventually, yeah. He said they should start fresh and let it go.’


‘What happened with the girl?’


‘She quit her job at The Wolf and none of us have heard from her since.’


‘What’s The Wolf?’


He Tian chuckled.


‘That’s my club. The Black Wolf.’


‘Oh…I’m sorry. I feel like I should know that.’


‘I doubt anyone has said the name. Everyone typically just says He Tian’s place.


‘It’s weird, I just realized I’ve never heard you say your own name before.’


He Tian thought about that.


‘I guess I don’t really say my name often. Does anyone?’


‘Probably not.’


‘You do it.’


‘Say your name?’


‘No, yours.’


‘…Mo Guan Shan.’


‘Ok, now mine.’


‘You want me to say your name?’


He Tian flushed.


‘Well, not now that you’ve made it weird.’


Mo Guan Shan laughed softly.


‘He Tian.’


The man in question smiled, his face still bright red.


‘Your turn.’


He Tian tried to clear his head.


‘Mo Guan Shan.’


‘I like your voice.’


‘Really?’


‘Really.’ Mo Guan Shan assured him.


‘No one’s ever told me that.’


‘Something tells me there’s a lot of nice things about you that no one’s ever told you about.’


‘Should I be offended by that?’


‘No. I can tell you what I like about you so far, if you want.’


‘You really don’t have to do that.’ He Tian said, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.’


‘But I really want to.’


‘Ok…’ He was expecting a few generic compliments.


‘I like the way your eyes sparkle when you smile.’


‘…thank you.’


‘And the way you squeeze my hand when you laugh.’


He Tian had no idea how to respond to these facts.


‘And the way you offer me a cigarette when you don’t want to smoke alone.’


‘…’


‘And the way you look away when you’re embarrassed.’


‘I-’


‘And the way you try not to smile when you’re lying.’


Shit.


‘When-’


‘And the way you turn someone away when they’re clearly drunk and being an idiot.’


‘…’


‘The way you’ll sleep on the floor because someone selfishly asks you to stay the night.’


‘Oh…um-’


‘You. I like you. I really, really, do.’


‘You shouldn’t.’ He Tian whispered.


‘Why not?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, defiant.


‘I have… a lot of baggage.’


‘I don’t care.’


‘You don’t understand.’


‘You’ve handled everything I’ve thrown at you so far.’


‘I guess…’


‘Let me do that for you.’


‘It’s different.’


‘I. Don’t. Care.’


‘But-’


He Tian, you drove me home. I could have stayed there. But I didn’t.’


‘Why didn’t you?’ He Tian asked.


‘If I don’t stick around and, at least, try to figure all this out, I’d hate myself.


‘You’re going to hate me, Mo Guan Shan.’


‘Why don’t you let me figure that out for myself.’


‘I’m not going to-’


‘I’m not asking you to fuck me.’


‘What are you asking me for?’ He Tian asked, honestly confused.


‘Give me a chance. Baggage and all.’


‘Do you want me to be your…’


‘I just want you to be with me while I sleep. Even if it’s on the floor.’


Mo Guan Shan’s confident words didn’t match the way his voice shook.


‘I can do that.’


‘Yeah?’


‘Yeah.’

Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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UPBRAID (Jumin Han Fic) 1

Jumin Han + Reader (MC)

part two here !!


Upbraid (v.)
: to speak in an angry or critical way to (someone who has done something wrong)


“Hey? Are you okay?” You ask Jumin as he opens the door the let you in. 

You enter the penthouse, shut the door and Jumin disappears to the kitchen. You follow him to the kitchen, to find him facing away from you.  “Jumin? What’s up?” You ask, confused. 

He gives you the silent treatment. 

‘What the fuck’ you thought to yourself. He called you up at 1 am asking you to come over. “Hello? Sir calls me up at 1 in the morning?” You say, pretty annoyed. “Not now, MC.” He says aggressively. “Okay. What is up with you? You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days, giving me nothing but attitude and hell, you won’t fucking tell me why?” You spaz out. He turns to you, giving you that look he gives people he’s about to fire. 

With all the heat in the room, you storm into his bedroom, grabbing all your things; your favorite pair if sneakers, your bag of clothes you left there, your school books and laptop.

As your fixing all your stuff, there he was watching you. “What do you want?” You ask, your tone flying off the meter. “Where are you going?” He asks. “Why does it matter to you?” You answer back, exiting the room, rushing to the front door of the penthouse.

You take one last look at him, he stares into your eyes, then looks away, emotionless. You carefully close the door and walk down the hall.

You turn back, staring at the door. Maybe he’ll chase after you. 

Maybe. Just wait. 

He’ll hug you tight. 

 Your heart drops on the floor. You press the button that takes you to the ground floor on the elevator and wait. 

You leave the building with heavy feet and tight chest. You wish the words could echo in your head, words that would want you to go back. 

But he didn't say anything. 

The room was silent, but the tension in that room was like music piercings your eardrums. You drag yourself to your apartment, put all your stuff down, and throw yourself into bed. Were you sad? Mad? No. Confused. What did you do wrong? 

Around four days later, Jaehee arrives at your apartment. 8:27 pm “Jaehee! I’m so glad to see you.” You hug her and let her inside. “Me as well to you.” She gives her stiff, genuine smile. “Tea? Coffee?” You offer. “Coffee.” She answers. You sit down and hand her a cup of coffee. “How’s school been?” She asks. “Okay. My grades are going up, which is good.” “I heard about what happened.” She breaks in. “Mr. Han is actually asking for your set of keys to the penthouse back.” 

You couldn’t believe it. Jaehee snaps you back into reality and explains how she doesn’t want to have to ask you for it and how she doesn’t like that this is happening. “It’s okay. Thank for talking to me.” You smile at her and hand her the keys you had to his place.

“There’s a wedding for one of Mr. Chairman’s employees and he requested you go with Mr. Han.” She informs you.

“Send me a text if you’re attending, I’ll send you a ride to the venue.” She says. “Thanks for everything, Jaehee.” You hug her as she was about to leave. “Call me.” She says, leaving.

Now. 

Wedding? 

Are you going? 

You ring Zen, and he answers. (It had to be Zen)

“Hey Zen.” 

“MC? What’s up?” He asks 

“There’s an event I have to go to with Jumin.” 

“Let me guess, you have to go with him, but you two arent in good terms right now?” 

 “Yeah. He hasn’t contacted me in 4 days.” 

“Woah. Doesn’t sound like Jumin. Especially towards you.” You couldn’t say anything, your eyes start to water. 

You sniffle, and Zen on the phone, heard it. 

“Hey, it’s pretty late. Do you wanna talk about this over a cup of hot chocolate?” 

“Sure.” You get a cab to his place, and you two spend the night on the roof. 

“So, what happened?” He asks. You begin to pour out your heart. 

“Do you want me to go to the event with you? You know, as your best friend backup.” He laughs. 

“Sure.” You smile. 

 “Finally!” You give him a confused look. 

 “I’ve been waiting for that smile.” He smiles.

 At around 2 am, he brings you back home to your apartment.

 “Call me when you need anything. I’ll be here at 6 in the morning. Alright?” He brings you in for a tight hug. 


AAAAHHHH is it okay????? feed back pls !! part 2 will be up soon :> all the love

p.s it might take awhile, I hurt my hand really bad and it’s super hassle :P

First Kiss: Kun

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I just want to say that I did not write this! @oodorisummer did, so thank you so so much! This is literally so funny like your humour is incredible and the story line is juST ADORABLE you’ve done Kun justice so I applaud you for that. Thank you also to your friend who edited it - I hope he knows I’m very grateful for him too! Please go and check out her blog and give her some love because this was incredible, tysm!❤️❤️❤️

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this gif actually fits in perfectly with the actual story line like omg this is perfect


  • FIRST KISS WITH OUR CHINESE ANGEL QIAN KUN LET’S GO 
  • Okay so Taeyong organised a group hangout including you and precious bby Kun both of you are single btw
  • And by that he actually told the rest of the members individually not to go
  • Because TY knew you had a thing for Kun-Kunnie 
  • You told him yourself bc you thought you trusted the man with a face created by the hands of the creator itself
  • Anyway
  • So you and Kun went out to the city together
  • He didn’t want to go in alone and wait for you so he arrived at your place (dropped off by TY)
  • And you two took a bus together 
  • You both listened to Jay Chou Kun’s fav throughout the whole ride
  • how cute
  • Okay now both of you were oblivious to Taeyong’s plan
  • One of you anyways
  • You thought the other members had a good excuse not to go 
  • And Kun was the only one left
  • But Kun wasn’t thickheaded 
  • He knew Taeyong’s plan
  • Because he also told momma TY that he liked you
  • So Kun took the opportunity to plan the date hangout even further 
  • His first idea was a light lunch 
  • So Kun-Kunnie took you to a chocolate restaurant (hey i didn’t say it was a healthy lunch)
  • bc c'mon who doesn’t like chocolate 
  • You both ordered a chocolate fondue to share and yes it was delicious 
  • and i’m not just talking about the chocolate ifyaknowhatimean
  • Kun knew you loved marshmallows so he let you take all of them
  • You didn’t even dip half of your mallows you, just shoved it in your mouth
  • Which left the white powder all over your lips
  • He giggled as he watched you enjoy the sweetness of the chocolate
  • He stared at you so lovingly it made the couple next to you two jealous
  • But of course you couldn’t see it bc chocolates before boys you were enjoying yourself 
  • After lunch, Kun took you around to the shops to walk off all that chocolate
  • It was great because the puns were great
  • There was the produce aisle
  • “We make a great PEAR”
  • “ORANGE you glad it wasn’t a bad joke”
  • “LETTUCE celebrate!”
  • And then the soft drinks aisle 
  • “Walk into the club like whaddup i got a big COKE-“ 
  • “Is this real life or FANTA-sy”
  • “Let’s get FIZZY-cal!”
  • “The doctor is in the house” *holds up a Dr. Pepper”
  • And then the other foods
  • “What do you call a sleeping pizza”“piZZZZa”
  • “What is a ghost’s favourite pie”“boo-BERRY pie and i-scream”
  • “What did the duck eat for lunch”“soup and quackers”
  • One hour later Kun takes you to the ferris wheel 
  • The line was an hour long
  • And you got really bored
  • Kun decided to be like a cute boyfriend to keep you entertained
  • He stood behind you and put his head on your shoulder and whispered gossip about the members in your ear
  • “Johnny and Ten netflixed and chilled last night”“OMG really???”
  • It gave you a good laugh which made him happy
  • He had always loved your smile. Seriously he could stare at it forever
  • okay here comes the moment we’ve all been waiting for
  • So as you both stepped forward to move on in the line
  • With Kun still holding his head on your shoulder
  • It was a pretty bad idea
  • Somehow you both ended up tripping
  • You regain your footing but Kun didn't 
  • So CLICHÉ MOMENT you caught him yeah it’s the other way around but it’s 2k17 ya’ll
  • It ended with Kun looking up at you
  • And you looking down at him
  • You had him in your arms
  • Neither of you could move though
  • And neither was anyone else because everyone around turned to see what the commotion was about 
  • Everyone saw what was coming
  • So did Taeyong 
  • AYYYYYYEEEE PLOT TWIST THE MEMBERS’ EXCUSE WAS TO SPY ON YOU TWO
  • ANYWAYS
  • While Renjun and Jeno tried to cover Jisung and Chenle’s eyes
  • And Jaehyun nommed on some fairy floss
  • You and Kun just continued to stare at each other
  • So Taeyong took out his phone
  • And Yuta tried to hold back WinWin
  • And you both went for it
  • You pulled Kun up to his feet and at the same time leaned in for that kiss
  • He placed his hands on your shoulders as his lips met yours and
  • OMG OKAY NCT WAS FANBOYING SO HARD
  • TY WAS TAKING SO MANY PHOTOS
  • CHENLE WAS DOLPHIN LAUGHING
  • TAEIL WAS HOLDING HIS CHEEKS IN EXCITEMENT BC OTP
  • SO WERE THE STRANGERS THEY EVEN STARTED CHEERING WHAT
  • It was like magic *throws glitter*
  • Everything around the two of you disappeared 
  • The kiss transported you two to your own world of love and romance 
  • His lips were soft and comforting
  • A first kiss in public would be embarrassing 
  • But Kun was able to make it seem like the easiest thing in the world 
  • Kun hadn’t planned the kiss to go this way
  • But 
  • He still got what he wanted
  • So after 5 seconds
  • But in love time it was eons
  • You two pulled away but NCT was still screaming like fangirls at a concert 
  • And that was when the blushing started 
  • Kun burried his face in your neck to hide the fact that it was bright red 
  • so red it would put Haechan’s tomato hair to shame
  • But your face was red too ofc
  • After that you two finished your date on the ferris wheel
  • Where you two continued that kiss
  • And where the members spammed you both with texts and photos 
  • After that you two were officially a thing just like johnten
  • THE END
  • honestly qian kun AKA angel will wreck everyone bias lists mark my words

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anonymous asked:

So Bakugou and Todoroki's hero names didn't get decided early on I think because they're each gonna get their own little mini arcs that get em to decide them, but I kinda wanted to know your opinion on what they might end up being? 'Course they'll probably be derived from future plot that we don't know right now, but I wanted to ask anyway!

!!!! I’ve never really thought about Todoroki’s, tbh? So I have no clue, honest, but as far as Bakugou goes I’ll keep on holding onto Ground Zero until Horikoshi officially and unequivocally tells me he 100% definitely scrapped it, my friend - it’s such a cool name??? I read it and I nearly cried when I realized that probably it’s not gonna be his actual hero name rip

Anon said: You need to draw Bok.uro more (i love them so much,(you to of course)

I’m sure you didn’t mean anything bad by this ask anon, but as I’ve said more than once I really, really don’t like the word need. I don’t need to do anything, no one’s paying me for this. When I’ll want to draw more bokro it’ll for sure happen, so don’t worry about that~

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