somehow they continue on

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Anyone remember when I said I was gonna draw that “First Kiss” comic? No? Well, no wonder because was really long ago. I ended up scrapping a few older versions because they weren’t silly enough and I couldn’t fit them in my 10-page limit. But here it finally is in all its cheesiness.

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Charmed (1998 - 2006)

The Power of Three will set us free.

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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Imagine watching your boyfriend Tom talking about you in an interview (Tom Holland x Fem!Reader)

warning: fluffy!! fluff fluff fluff, language

word count: 869

a/n: here’s a cute little imagine I wrote for u guys, i hope u guys like it xx Also, I’m trying something new with this so I’m so excited for u guys to read it!!


You opened your laptop, hoping to find some type of cure for your boredom. Tom’s only been gone for a week and you already missed him terribly. I mean, it’s kind of natural for you to want your boyfriend with you at all times. Or most of the time. Right?

You sighed, opening up YouTube and immediately letting out a little laugh as one of Tom’s interviews popped up in your recommendations. It was titled ‘Tom Holland talks relationships, romance, and more!’ Your eyebrows quirked up as you read it, curiosity getting the better of you as you clicked on it. As the video loaded, you briefly read the description and saw that it was pretty recent, only uploaded two days ago. A thirty-second ad popped up, causing you to roll your eyes in impatience.

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@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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the Gorillaz fandom ❤️

So, the Gorillaz fandom is kind of a mess.

There’s a lot of fighting.

Fighting over… Well, anything really.

The characters, the music, the writing, the art, shipping, fanart, thoughts, feelings, etc… It can be really negative sometimes.

And I’m sure it can be pretty scary, especially for newer, younger fans, considering there’s even been death threats involved.

It can be super upsetting, and some people have dropped out of the fandom or deleted their blogs, or even straight up avoided the band, which is an awful shame.

But…. I still really like the fandom.

It’s actually a lot better than other fandoms, which can be even worse, (not going to mention any, but boy are there a lot) and oftentimes it’s a really lovely, funny community.

Not all the time.

But I still see others making such amazing, lovely posts, and so many fans getting so, so excited for what Gorillaz are doing, myself included.

The fact that we can all come together to love and appreciate a band that was formed in 1998, is really brilliant.

Fans that have been with Gorillaz since the very beginning, or fans that have only known them for a week… We’re all coming together to express our happiness and excitement for a group that has really helped people out.

There are fans that keep staying ALIVE, because Gorillaz get them through shit, and help them keep going throughout the really rubbish days.

Gorillaz help.

And in a way, we’re helping each other, by being supportive and coming together and getting hyped and making gorgeous artwork and coming up with fantastic headcanons and creating a sometimes hilarious, kind, fun, crazy and lovely fandom.

Again, it’s usually a mess.

There are constant fights and disgusting displays of negativity scattered about.

But, I think we should focus more on the side of the fandom that makes us smile, and laugh, and discuss, and create, and love, and inspire.

Because whether you like the music, or the story, or the art, or a bit of everything- you’re a part of such a strange and unique fandom, and you’re equally a part of a strange and unique band.

I don’t know.

I just think us all coming together to love and support Gorillaz, and each other, is fucking delightful, and despite everything, I’m glad I’m a part of it.

I love so many of you guys, and I’ve met so many wonderful people because of this fandom.

It’s far from perfect, and it can be really awful, but it still somehow continues to make me smile and make the bad days not seem so bad, and I’m really grateful for that.

I know it sounds super cheesy, but it’s true.

Gorillaz, and all the fans contributing to it, make me so happy sometimes.

Originally posted by skunkandburningtires

Sorry this is so long lolol, I just wanted to get it out there. 😂

I appreciate so many of you, and I’m positive Gorillaz do too. ❤️

And to be even more cheesy, I’m gonna quote We Got The Power from Humanz. 😂

Originally posted by calimarikid

“We got the power to be loving each other, no matter what happens. We’ve got the power to do that!” ❤️❤️❤️❤️

for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thank you for all your requests this week! If you don’t see your rec, it means that it will be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by @theoneandonlyzoe and @streganicha:
Traslations on Ice series by Jenrose, Gen-Explicit, 101k (WIP)
The series begins with Victor’s point of view through the show, but then quickly moves into a post-season 1 continuation from several points of view.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yu-topia Gentleman’s Club by Aradellia (CurtusPatronus), Teen, 45k (WIP)
Victor hadn’t exactly wanted the end of his long training day to finish at the bottom of a glass alongside his friend Chris, however he hadn’t expected Chris to drag him to a strip club, of all places. Of course, he also hadn’t expected to be introduced to one of the most alluring and blinding dancers he had ever seen in his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 34k 
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
heartbeat by shizuoh, Mature, 9.2k (WIP)
the warm bodies au where zombie viktor falls for human yuuri

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Rec’d by @xxxbladeangelxxx :
I Saw Your Reflection in the Waters of my Heart by Saingirl101, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
“I know it can be a lot to take in.” Viktor said with amusement clear in his voice.
“I don’t understand.” Yuuri said quaking slightly under Viktor’s gaze and warm hands, “Why would you ever want to meet someone like me?” He looked down. “I’m nothing special.”
Viktor’s brows pinched together as he let out a breath as if in disbelief, his head tilted slightly so the light of the moon reflected in his horns. “I have never thought of you as anything but extraordinary, Yuuri.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
wires by mizbritishnyxian, Gen, 5.7k (WIP)
Viktor doesn’t go to Japan. He has a season off, mourns for a love he never had, and wonders if continuing is even worth it anymore. Maybe, somehow, he’ll find the one he’d fallen for. And maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to convince himself that they’re in love with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by HQ_Wingster, Teen, 67k (WIP)
Whether it’s the tremolo of a note ringing out in the distance or a splendid duet between two individuals, music had a way of bringing people together. Music had a way of tearing things apart. Music had a way to express an open heart. Music had a way of gutting a life until everything bled.For one individual, music was his world. For music, it reunited a part of the world that he thought he had lost.

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Rec’d by @bookfreaksworld :
Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty, Mature, 70k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Senescence by Katyaton, Teen, 9k (WIP)
Life hadn’t been fair to either Viktor or Yuuri - A chance accident after the Sochi Grand Prix was all it took to irrevocably change both of their lives for good. However, when an innovative technology emerges that promises life after death, it seems they may have the chance to make everything right, despite the distance and years that have kept them apart.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And we’ll keep moving, me & you by Natsumi, Mature, 3.8k (WIP)
Saint Petersburg is cold, Victor is busy, and Yuuri worries. Until he doesn’t anymore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’m Right Here by merigold, Gen, 8.7k
Yuuri’s sick. Viktor’s more than a little charmed at the chance to take care of him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature, 55k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forgotten Memories by Otakugirl1228, Teen, 12k (WIP)
In this world there are such things as soulmates, a persons one true love. You will know when you meet them the clock on your wrist will stop at zero, and your entire world will fill with color for the first time. But what if your soulmate didn’t have either of these things happen to them? 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Katsuki Floating Bicycle Shop by turtleduck, Gen, 1.2k
Victor likes Yuuri’s family’s cute little bicycle shop. He likes the view, the colors, and the fresh air. But mostly he likes Yuuri. Up on the floating island that is the shop, he finds the two of them stuck in their own little world.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Tenebrae by unexpectedtrash, Explicit, 5.9k (WIP) CW: Religious content
Viktor is on his way to ordination. Yuuri is a novice Jesuit, devoted to music and to his order. They love God with all their heart, all their strength, and with all their mind

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Open up and See by rabidgopher, Not Rated, 2.9k (WIP)
In which Victor is in love with a stranger on the internet, and barely knows the boy who runs that rival bookstore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forged by Fire by Judchen, Teen, 4.2k (WIP)
Duelling is a form of art reserved only for nobility. With the help of Viktor, Yuuri plans to change that.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Honest Accident by undermyumbreon, Gen, 3.2k
After Yuuri completes his Short Program in a figure skating competition, he finds that he didn’t exactly finish it perfectly. Victor tries to comfort Yuuri and help him work through the embarrassment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unintentionally Yours by articas_ursula, Teen, 8.8k (WIP)
Yuri foolishly barges in right before Yuuri’s heat starts; Victor attacks him, thinking Yuri wants to steal his mate; Yuuri nearly kills Victor for harming “their pup”; Yuri just wants his skates back. We will proceed from there.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Without fear, without metaphor by reginar, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Victor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.  

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The love behind a mask by Porkcutletkitty, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri could still remember everything about the mysterious skater, who’s true identity was hidden behind immaculate masks. He remembered how kind and caring the man was and how it felt as if time itself would stop and stare when the man held him in his embrace. He also remembers how that world crumbled into dust when the mysterious man disappeared without so much as a kiss goodbye. It seemed that all traces of the man were gone from existence and yet four simple words brought Yuuri’s world into shambles.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
hailing frequencies by carnivores, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
In which Yuuri goes to Starfleet Academy, falls in love, stops a war, meets his soulmate, becomes a Communications Officer, and gets engaged. But not necessarily in that order. Also, Phichit seduces a Vulcan. Because of course he does.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei, Mature, 6.3k 
Yuuri Katsuki spends a week sleeping at an old hotel in St. Petersburg, expecting nothing more than a comfortable bed and a clean bathroom. Instead, he makes a mysterious encounter with a man he can neither see nor hear, who can only communicate with him by writing in the dust, and whose identity is only divulged to Yuuri within his dreams.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Changing Shapes by stardropdream, Explicit, 14k
Yuuri thinks about kissing Victor again and starting over from square one. But Yuuri knows that Victor’s stamina isn’t as robust as Yuuri’s own, and he doesn’t quite feel bold enough to make demands while in Victor’s bed. But now that Yuuri is getting semi-regular sex, he finds that he really can’t stop thinking about it most of the time. 

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath and @umadosedefanta:
That Old Time Religion by Tawabids, Teen, 57k **Graphic depictions of violence
Yuuri is pretty sure that when an impossible stranger turns up and tells you he’s the god of victory, it doesn’t matter how good-looking he is. The moment he asks you to abandon your mortal life and come back to his mountain kingdom with him, you turn around and walk away.

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Rec’d by @ainiyuku:
For you, Falling by LiaoftheDawn, Gen, 5.4k
Yuuri’s uneventful evening took a sudden and unexpected twist after his friend and crush Victor Nikiforov came throwing pebbles at his window, eyes sparkling, smile bright with the promise of a surprise. “Surprising Yuuri is my thing after all, right?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Autobiographical Account of the Gross Misfortune of a Japanese Economics Student by NotTheTomato, Teen, 6.4k
In which Yuuri has a Flair for the Dramatic™, there is sexually-charged academic debate, and cravats flutter in the rain - defying physics, but looking amazing.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Dog is for Life by teamJNPR, Explicit, 6k (WIP)
Never quite over Vicchan’s death, Yuuri has avoided getting a new dog. So when Phichit coerces him into dog-sitting for famous chef Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is reluctant.But now Phichit’s made a promise, and Yuuri can’t back out now.(Victor, on the other hand, is ecstatic to find his new dog-sitter is this cute)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
One Hour Photo by youaremarvelous, Teen, 8k (WIP)
It takes an hour to develop photos, but it’ll probably take longer for something to develop between Viktor and the oblivious but cute cashier boy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
blood is thicker than by icanhinatashouyoutheworld, Teen, 11k (WIP)
“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

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Rec’d by anonymous and @i-am-here-with-stupid:
Signs of Love by dia_dove, Explicit, 122k
After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It’s only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Drive by proantagonist, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
A story in which two sets of best friends road trip across America together.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ways in Which Yuuri Tries to Play Off a Love Confession by fuxked, Gen, 3.5k (WIP)
A collection of ways in which yuuri tries to play off accidentally confessing his love to Viktor in various settings.

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Rec’d by @theneverendingpurplesky:
(Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by cuttlemefish, Explicit, 31k (WIP)
As (loosely) inspired by real life, this is the wedding reception AU (you didn’t ask for, but will get) in which Yuuri Katsuki catches the bride’s bouquet and (shortly after) gets smashed at a wedding reception, then dirty dances with his best friend, (sort of) seduces a (hot) platinum-haired trust-fund baby named Viktor, and ends up being hounded for his identity (by said trust-fund baby and his friends and family) on social media.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we are lost, but we are not gone by persephoneggsy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but Victor Nikiforov just needs one night. At least, until he finds himself wanting more. And it’s all because of Eros, the beautiful Active that’s consumed his every thought.

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Rec’d by @mariellis1d:
Grinkov by waldorph, Teen, 5.3k **Major character death
The 2022 Olympics were Yurio’s to lose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blackbird by sixpences, Mature, 102k **Graphic depictions of violence
The year is 1942, and Europe is at war. Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Never Look Away by gabapple, mamodewberry, Mature, 108k (WIP)
Everything Viktor knows and loves is tangled up in the world of competitive skating- a world that, for him, is quickly coming to an end. Standing at the precipice of the inevitable, he must decide how his tale unfolds: should he retire into quiet obscurity? Allow himself to be eaten alive by the younger, more vicious competition?

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Rec’d by @glass-o-lemonade:
Forever Love by shadhahvar, Gen, 5.9k **Major character death
After a long and happy married life with each other, Yuuri and Victor have raised a daughter together, seen her married, and witnessed the birth of their first grandchild. When illness takes Victor away from Yuuri too soon (ever would be too soon), Yuuri is left to work through grief and make the most of his life until he sees Victor again.

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Rec’d by @roseus-jaeger:
You have a Brother!? by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 3.6k
Katsuki Yuuri thought his date with Victor to the park would be peaceful until a very familiar-looking man decides to crash it.In addition, Victor gets hospitalized and Yuuri finds himself grateful this stranger showed up in their lives.

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Rec’d by @infinitely-skybound:
On Matters of the Heart by infinite_imagination, Teen, 15k (WIP)
In a world where magic is rare and soulmarks even rarer, Yuuri, the youngest prince of Hasetsu, has somehow managed to be born with both. His name means strength and courage, but he doubts he is enough to become worthy of his soulmate, or if he even wants them.


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Needy Puppy

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean

ReaderXTaehyung

Notes: Dog hybrid Au, mentions of heats, bondage, 

Words: 2,946

Summary: Your hybrid dog boyfriend is at your house when his heat starts unexpectedly, a few of the boys come to help restrain him and leave you two alone so you decide to help him out~

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  • anyone: Texas
  • mitski in my brain: is a landlocked staaaate.....it's a little bit faaaar away.....from the water from the home that I wanted to make....yet somehow in the
  • anyone: (continuing to talk about Texas or whatever)
  • mitski in my brain taking my full attention: YOU KEEP YOUR SOCKS ON IN BEEEEED
BTS Reaction: You get hit in front of them

A/N: This was requested a while back and finally finished it. I feel like it gets progressively worse as you go down, this isn’t my best writing, please excuse any mistakes. Our BTS requests are closed, but our Monsta X requests are still open! Thank you and enjoy! ~Emily

Masterlist Request

Can you please do a bts reaction about how they would react to you getting physically attacked either by a fan or someone? Love your blog btw!!


Jin:

Jin was not there when it happened. You had been running errands when you felt a tug at your arm. You turned around to find a teenage girl standing scanning your entire body. She began to say how big of a fan she was of BTS. You thought she was a sweet girl, up until she began to insult you and told you never get near Jin ever again. You got home to a missed call from Jin. You decided to message him, but he had already beat you to it. You don’t know how he found it what had happened, but he did. He was upset he couldn’t be there to help you and protect you.


Yoongi:

You had been out with Yoongi and Jungkook shopping. They walked into a store, but you decided to stay behind and rest for a while. You had been sitting when you began to hear camera clicks all around you. You turned your head to find a group of paparazzi taking pictures, you smiled and got up from your seat to find the boys. The moment they came out of the store the paparazzi ran. You had been a couple feet away from Yoongi when you felt a hand on you chest pushing you back and making you land on the cement. Yoongi was infuriated, his first instinct was to attack, but Jungkook held him back reminding him he was out in public, and eventually calmed himself down and checked on you.


Namjoon:

You had been out with Namjoon on a date. You had left the restaurant to get some fresh air, while Namjoon went to the bathroom. You were standing against the wall scrolling through your phone when you noticed someone standing in front of you. You noticed he was significantly younger than you. He began to ask you to leave with him to have “a good time” and eventually began pulling at you. Namjoon came out and eventually teaches you and the boy. “I’d love to hear the reason as to why a small boy is harassing my girlfriend.” said Namjoon as he got closer to the boy.


Hoseok:

You and the boys had gone out clubbing that night. The night was going on without a hitch. As the night went on you noticed one guy moving along the crowd to any girl at his reach. At one pint you had become his victim. He approached you, the scent of the alcohol he had been drinking was oozing off of him. He began to try and touch you. Every time you rejected him he got angrier, he’d had enough and yanked you towards him. Hoseok ran to you and pushed him off of you. The guy began trying to hit Hoseok, but he continued to dodge his attempts. The guy had aimed his swing to far and ended hitting you. You ended up on the floor cupping your cheek. Hoseok moved his eyes from you to the guy. “If you think I’m going to let you get way with punching my girlfriend, guess again.”


Jimin:

You had been on a midnight drugstore run with Jimin, buying basic necessities. You had been walking down the cereal aisle with him when you heard someone whisper Jimin’s name behind you. The both of you turned around to find a mid size girl with wide eyes. Jimin greeted her and you waited a couple feet back, scanning the the varieties cereal in front of you. It had been a couple minutes since Jimin had been talking to the fan so you decided to move to the next aisle, as you turned around you felt yourself collide into another body. “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” You looked up to find a man towering over you with a red face. “How about you watch where you’re going.” You turned your head to see Jimin behind you. You could tell he was holding himself back from lunging towards the man.


Taehyung:

It was not on purpose. You had been messing around with the boys. They had wanted to arm wrestle you. The results were as expected when it came to arm wrestling Namjoon, you won. The boys had gone crazy at your win that one of their hands made contact with your nose, making it bleed. Tae immediately jumped out his seat to help you up. “Tae, I swear it was an accident.” said Hoseok as he watched Tae’s face.


Jungkook:

You had been out and about during the day, looking for needed materials for your new apartment. You were walking looking through store windows when a fan came up to you. She politely asked you for a photo. You took the picture and she left. A couple minutes later you heard various whispers behind you, you turned around and saw about 40 girls with their phones out taking pictures of you. You waved and continued walking, you had thought the girls would leave, but they didn’t. They continued to follow you. You somehow ended up surrounded by all the girls. They began shoving their phones towards you trying to take pictures. The pushing became so harsh that somebody’s hand and phone made contact with your face. The girls continued pushing until they heard Jungkook’s voice in the distance. “I know you guys love her, but please be careful next time.”

“You are the person I want to be with every day…”

He smelled like ozone and weed. Jeremy’s grip on the bottle loosened.

“And this is something that I’ve been afraid to saaaaay…”

Michael approached, eyes glowing with a sickly sweetness never before seen. His voice was the same, an almost electric quality in it as it travelled through the air. He stopped only an inch in front of jeremy, looking up at him hopefully. From here, the glowing electricity scars were visible.

“…That’s not Michael.”

Keanu chuckled quietly, putting a hand on Michael’s shoulder.

‘Oh I assure you, it is. Only, his fears and insecurities have been removed.“

Michael grabbed jeremy’s left hand, holding it close, eyes somehow softening further as he continued.

"You’re the guy I am so kinda into… A guy that I’m totally into… This feeling is new…”

He paused for a moment, one hand reaching up to caress the cheek of the now crying Jeremiah Heere.

“Jeremy… I love you.”

Jeremy’s breath got shaky, tears blurring his vision as he fought to keep his eyes on the squip. It smiled, stepping over, forcing his head down, almost closing the gap between their lips. This is what the squip was doing all along. This was never christene. How could it have been? The isolation, the jealousy only to build up tension until it snapped, leading Michael to fall into his arms… The squip had planned every word. Keanu put a hand on his back.

'That’s your cue.’

“I… I can do whatever I want…”

'I keep my promises, Jeremy.’

“…Great…”

Jeremy leaned down, pressing his forehead against michael’s, letting tears fall to the ground as he slowly leaned in, holding the bottle up.

“Take… Take a fucking sip, babe…”

move like you want | (m)

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre/warnings: smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
words: 7,960
summary: where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…

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mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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blackout | chanyeol

The way he looked at you made your whole Body shiver but you never knew if he did it for fun or if he really was interested in you.

admin: s.                                                                                                             genre: angst, fluff, smut (in later parts), university student! chanyeol au, fuckboy! chanyeol au 

pt.2, pt.3

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

It was the begin of September - which also meant the beginning of fall semester classes. It was time for you to go back to the Hell called university.

You lazily shoved your last suitcase into the back of your mum’s car. It was a rather old Audi A1, but neither of you cared, since it still did what it had to do. 

With the last strand of energy you had left, you got into the passenger seat beside your mum and immediately closed your eyes. Instead of sleeping last night, you gathered together all your remaining things you had bought throughout the summer - while having a voicetalk conversation with your bestfriend (and her little brother in the back screaming every three minutes).

Slowly opening your eyes again, you stared outside of the window. It had started to rain, which didn’t make your first day any better. Single droplets were running down the glass beside each other, evolving into one big droplet after they got too close.

You remembered how you always thought they were doing races when you were younger. But, after twenty-two years of living, you knew it wasn’t like that. You turned your head to your mother, looking at her side profile. Luckily, you looked like her and not like your Father.

Well, let’s not talk about him.

You looked at her defined cheekbones and sharp eyes. How the streetlights reflected in her eyes, giving them a tint of gold. You looked at her how her brown waves were flowing over her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. 

Everyone knew you looked exactly like your mum: from the number of moles to how you both sneezed when a storm’s coming. Yet, she was more beautiful than you could ever think to be. 

‘‘Y/N, please stop staring at me like that. It’s kinda creepy, darling,’’ your mum said, bringing you back from your space-out of worship. Sighing, you turned to the front, only to see that you had arrived at the parking lot of the university apartments. 

In a matter of seconds, your mum had found a parking spot, turning off the engine and opening her door. You did the same, rolling your eyes out of annoyance. It wasn’t only because you had just arrived, but because already, you could see people you knew, and definitely didn’t liked. It was so nice not seeing them over the summer, but now that you’re back, they’re a pain in the ass again. 

Helping your mother emptying the car of your belongings, you stared at the students crossing you by, or doing the same as you. After everything was out, you closed the trunk and turned around - just to be welcomed by a pillow in your face. You were never really good at catching things, so of course it fell to the wet floor. Not that you cared.

‘‘Damn, I’m sorry, Y/N. Forgot that you can’t catch a thing, even if your life depended on it.’’ 

You stared at the boy in front of you, knowing exactly who it was. Kim Jongin

‘‘Sorry but who are you?’‘ It came out more annoyed than you originally intended. He smirked, and took a step forward to pick up his pillow. 

He didn’t even care to answer. He turned around, still smirking, walking towards more boys you knew too well and hated with your whole heart. Oh, and what seemed to be his new girlfriend. 

You picked up the remaining stuff your mum hadn’t already brought into your apartment and also entered the Complex. On the way up, you met her in the hallway, looking at you with a look you knew meant nothing good.

‘’ Wasn’t that Kim Jongin? The kid that used to visit the same chemistry course as you last semester?’’ 

You nodded, walking past her into the apartment bringing your stuff into your second home. Your mum followed after you, her arms crossed over her chest, still with that look on her face.

‘‘He’s a handsome young man. I still don’t understand why you didn’t befriend him.’‘

‘‘She didn’t because he’s not her type.’‘ Both of you turned to look at where the voice came from. In the doorway of your room was your roommate, best friend and older sister, of the boy who screamed every three minutes last night.

You rushed toward her, embracing her in a tight hug. ‘’Oh my God, Jisoo, I missed you so much! When did you arrive?’’ you squealed.

Giggling, she separated herself from you. ‘’I arrived before you. But you and your lovely mother were too distracted by talking about - you know…’’



‘‘ Y/N, don’t walk so fast, oh my god. I know it’s our first day of official classes but you don’t have to sprint,’‘ Jisoo said, while trying to catch you.

You were indeed walking very fast, but you knew your first course was economics. It was better to arrive early, since your professor was not the nicest.

‘’I’m not walking fast, you’re too-’’ 

You crashed face front into what felt and smelled like a male body, mid-sentence. You looked back to Jisoo to address her and because you were walking so quickly, this had to happen. 

Looking up you saw a very unamused face. A face you’d never seen before. Shaking your thoughts away, you bowed in apology. ‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.’’

The boy, or should we say giant stared at you with cold and emotionless eyes, not caring what happened. He had his hands in his blue jeans and practically hovered above you.

Quite strangely, you found yourself imagining how it would be if he hovered over you in bed. His eyes staring into yours (as they were) and fucking you until you couldn’t walk anymore. 

When was the last time you had sex?

Looking him up and down, you noticed his big ears, his purple-grayish hear, his kissable lips and his broad body. You definitely had a thing for him. 

‘‘Yo, Y/N! Do you like Chanyeol?’’ You heard Baekhyun say unexpectedly (and, may I add, quite loudly). Oh shit. Not him. 

You cringed because of the sudden voice, the person it was coming from, and the so-very-obvious meaning behind it. Baekhyun was now standing beside so-called Chanyeol. Turning towards Baekhyun you rolled your eyes. 

‘‘Fuck off, Baekhyun. I ran into him, by accident. Go back to your hoes and mind your own business.’‘ 

Baekhyun gasped mockingly and cracked a smile, before grabbing Chanyeol’s shoulder and walking away. The whole time Chanyeol had stood there saying nothing. You wondered who he was and why he was here.

Still gazing after them, Jisoo finally caught up to you. ‘’Did something happen?’’ She panted beside you, holding her stomach. 

You shook your head and took her arm. ‘’No, let’s go. We only have two minutes left.’’

Jisoo groaned in annoyance, and both of you started walking again. This time, in a normal walking pace. Little did Jisoo know, that you were way too distracted to walk fast again. 



Your first week back at university passed quite quickly. You got used to the stressful life of a student again. Everything was back to normal, how it used to be before summer. Visiting lessons you didn’t even cared about, eating the surprisingly good cafeteria food, you kinda missed, and the constant mocking of the people you disliked the most. Before you went to university, you always thought those kind of people only existed in bad teenage movies, but now you’ve experienced them firsthand. 

You and Jisoo were, as always, sitting on the benches in the park behind the university. It was lunchtime, so the park was filled with students who were (not to your liking) extremely loud. But the weather was still nice so it was only expected that it would be that way.

You sighed and leaned back into the bench, closing your eyes and letting the sun wash over your face. ‘’I don’t know why, but I kinda missed university life.’’

Hearing Jisoo shift beside you, you opened your eyes again and smiled, knowing she totally disagreed. Jisoo was one of those people who hated everything that had something to do with studying, school or anything that could potentially stress your brain. 

‘‘I can’t relate,’‘ she said. ‘‘The only good thing is seeing all those hot boys again. You know my family went with me to Japan in summer. We stayed in a fucking grandparents hotel. I was the only young person there!’‘

You laughed, remembering her endless messages over the summer how lonely and bored she was. You also didn’t see a lot of boys during summer, but it wasn’t like you agreed with Jisoo that your university had hot boys. Actually, you exactly knew who she meant by that and you couldn’t agree with it.

Exactly in that moment, the group of boys you both mentioned walked past you. How cliche, don’t you think? Behind them a bunch of girls, as always.

Rolling your eyes, you looked to your side where Jisoo was sitting. She also had noticed the group of boys now standing a little away from you. Both of your eyes first landed on each other and then on the new body who was standing in the group.

‘Quite strange that this Chanyeol dude was somehow accepted at our university to continue his studies in the same year as us and not start fresh,’‘ said Jisoo, while opening a chocolate bar. 

Nodding, you answered, ‘’I asked our TA and he said that he has acceptable grades to do so, but he also added his parents are rather influential.’It must be nice to be rich and have powerful parents, you thought. ‘’But I don’t really care. It seems like he’s friends with the others, so I don’t want to know more about him.’’

Jisoo raised her brow upon hearing this and smirked. ‘’C’mon, Y/N, he’s freaking hot. I can see how you stare at him from time to time in class whenever we see him.’’

Giving her an annoyed look, you packed your lunch and lifted yourself from the bench. ‘’Whatever. As I said, he seems to be like the others, so he probably doesn’t give a fuck about me.’’

Jisoo followed your doings, and joined you in walking back to the university building. While walking pass the boys, your eyes landed on Chanyeol again. Jisoo was right - he was fucking hot and you were feeling bothered when seeing him. 

Chanyeol’s eyes unexpectedly found yours. You were so shocked, you couldn’t look away. It was not the first time, since you met him one week ago, that you noticed him staring at you. His stony, impassive eyes always were boring into you. It was kinda creepy, but you also liked the attention he was giving you.

You looked away, but you could still feel his piercing eyes on your back. The way he looked at you made your whole body shiver, but you never knew if he did it for fun or if he really was interested in you.


This is my first fanfiction kinda story on this blog and it’s super cliche but oh well. This was not requested but our request box is currently empty and i felt like writing so here you go with a super cliche university/fuckboy story with my ult bias chanyeol.                                                                                                         By the way the layout of the story is pretty similiar to @fuckmeupexo admin velvets strories because she’s one of my favourite writers and i get inspired from her alot. Anyway i hope you like it!                                                                       Thank you and love you guys, xx

- admin s. 

Jared Kleinman

As promised, some head cannons

Despite the popularity of The Connor Project, Jared is still seen as the weird one in all of his friend groups. The kid everyone roles their eyes at when they think he isn’t looking.

Jared is fully aware of where he stands with his peers, but continues forward full speed ahead, because somehow he is going to make it through High School, and he is going to have friends, even if they secretly hate him.

He jokes to hide his loneliness. He truly cares for Evan as a friend, after all, they grew up together. (Jared loves nature and is totally the reason Evan likes trees, but Jared has moved on to better things, like girls and capture the flag) But Evan hurt him, and he finds that hard to forgive.

So shortly after the events of Words Fail and So Big/So Small, Evan and Jared are still distant. One day Evan shows up at Jared’s house.

  • “I’m only letting you in so my mom won’t take away my phone”

Jared realizes that Evan is crying and retorts:

  • “What, did you fall out of a tree again”

At this point Evan starts sobbing and eventually confesses to Jared about what really happened that day at the park. He let go.

Jared doesn’t know what to do so he just sits there a while as Evan cries until he puts his arm around him and reassures him that everything will be alright.

Jared’s mom interrupts them, which causes Evan to panic slightly and insist on leaving.

After Evan is gone, Jared cries.

  • How could he have not seem the pain Evan was going through?
  • What is Evan had succeeded?
  • What if Evan had died, and Connor had lived, and Jared was left with no one?
  • Why had he pushed away the only person that actually genuinely liked him?

Jared now better understands Evan’s motivation behind the Connor Project, I.e. Evan was trying to give Connor what he would have wanted.

Jared never calls Evan a “Family Friend” again. Instead he calls him buddy(I just murdered my heart)

Jared is never condescending towards Evan, never makes him feel like less of a person, or weak because of the attempt.

That doesn’t mean Jared still isn’t Jared. He picks on Evan till, just never about that. And also in a friendly way, kinda like you see in the show. He’s still Jared.

Jared worked at the pottery barn, and that’s how Evan got the job

  • “It’ll be good for you! The people are super nice, and most the customers are old and will forget about the whole experience before even making it out the door!”

Jared went out of state for college, but called Evan every weekend to check on his buddy, because he worries about him. Jared cries sometimes after hanging up partly because he misses Evan and partly because he’s afraid that Evan is lonely. He also calls the pottery barn to check up on him too.

When ever Jared is in town the boys hand out and have a blast. They  go to the park and talk about trees. Jared is salty when Evan knows tree facts that he doesn’t. Jared takes Evan to play paintball. That was an experience. Evan kicked ass due to his ability to blend in and disappear. Jared got shot multiple times and was very grumpy about it.

Evan is the only person that Jared talks to from High School besides Alana, who he sees occasionally around campus (they both received scholarships for their work on The Connor Project).

Jared can rant to Evan about anything and Evan listens and gives top notch advice.

Jared becomes the friend Evan needed, but Evan is also the friend Jared needed.

anonymous asked:

I just need to comment how much I love the fact that they seem to now have separate spaces for filming and living!! I can't understand how weird it must've been to not have a place in their old house that was just theirs, and I'm happy to think they may get this privacy now (and if they do decide to share little bits of the upstairs part, then great. But I hope they do what makes them more comfortable!!)

They’ve made their upstairs a sanctuary and away from work while their downstairs is where they’ll record everything and I’m so happy about that because I can imagine how flustered dan and phil could’ve gotten in the london apartment having no space to themselves that didn’t remind them of making videos and to hide away IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM AND THE LONDON DUPLEX WILL BE GREAT

it’s funny how just a few lines from dnp’s own mouths about a certain issue can completely change the way you see something that you thought you’d fully thought through and had a grasp of before. i was quite certain that in this new place they would likely not film in their bedroom(s) because i thought i understood, on an intellectual level at least, how awful it must be to know that millions of people can constantly look into the places where you live/sleep and generally have all of the intimate, personal, human moments of your life. it just made no sense to me for two people who are so, so private and value that privacy so much. i’ve frequently thought about how they might have felt trapped in this house that they chose and the filming habits they developed when they were five years younger and more naive about the degree to which their audience would continue to grow and grow. but somehow it hit me in a more visceral way today, and in a sharper way, to hear dan talk about how they were going crazy in that house, not just for the somewhat silly/comedic reasons they listed in their announcement video but because their whole house was also their filming set. he talked about how the gaming office was also their actual office and their whole house is always full of cameras and lights. it made me think so much more deeply about what it must be like to live that way, in which the physical space that you occupy and that you treat as a haven and a sanctuary–the only place you’re ever away from prying eyes–is still constantly exposed to those same prying eyes all the time bc you have nowhere else to go. and shelling out money for another filming space (”an office” like many popular youtubers have started renting separately from their homes over the past few years) never seemed like a move dnp could make. they are apathetic and probably legitimately anxious in certain ways to leave their home,  and they seem to genuinely enjoy working from home and staying inside as much as they can. and shooting their vids in the place they live gives them a ton of flexibility– like the ability to film at 3am, which seems to have become habitual for them. 

basically. without rambling about this for too long. i’m emotional in the best way that they’ve found a place that presents a perfect solution to these issues that they’ve had to live with for so long. i’m just so so happy for them. they’ve created a way to continue working from home but to also have an actual home where they can be fully and authentically themselves and never have to worry about the fact that millions of people know everything about how they live. they can still show us that truer part if they want, but only on their own terms–through photos and very brief or occasional filming,,, whatever they want to do basically. but they are setting the expectation and standard from the get go that that portion of the house is theirs. and this speaks volumes to me. it’s such an immense show of commitment to their relationship and to their future–it shows that their life together (their personal life, not their professional one) is something that they think needs to be protected and nurtured and cherished and everything about that is so lovely <3  at the same time they have gone to great lengths to also ensure that we feel comfortable with this change–they’re making sure that their filming locations are set up in ways that we are familiar with, utilizing a lot of the decor and tidbits that we’ve grown to love and that also mean a lot to them. they’re not filming in some sterile location that is stripped of everything personalized and human. things like the sofa crease and the muse poster and phil’s bedspread and whatnot–items that were originally bought bc they meant something to dan and phil but that eventually also took on great meaning to the audience–those things will still form the backdrops to the content they make. but upstairs they’re giving themselves the chance to fill a new space with presumably new things and new memories that are all for them. i don’t know how anyone could think about that and not just feel a little bit faint about how much dnp clearly value each other and this life that they share. it’s enough to make my head spin haha :) i’m so happy for them, and so content when i think about the peace and promise that this move might be bringing to their lives.

Got7 reaction you walking in a dress T-shirt

Request: Got7 reaction to you walking around with a dress T-shirt

Genre: Smut, fluff,

A/n: There we go


Jaebum

“You bought a dress that I can wear as a T-shirt? That’s useless. Use my T-shirts, this way I’ll be close to you somehow twenty four seven.”

Originally posted by defwang

Jinyoung

“If you continue walking around in this, you’ll end up on the table instead of the dinner Y/n.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae

“Baby, I love you, but I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself if this dress continues to swing around like this.”

Originally posted by jackseunie

Mark

“Baby, this dress makes me horny. I’m sorry. Do something. Pretty pretty please”

Originally posted by blueberryhouse

BamBam

“It ain’t Gucci baby. That’s my apartment and in it wear my Gucci shirt. The red wine colored one. Why? Because I have some kink seeing you in it.”

Originally posted by fymothawrecka

Jackson

“Damn girl. I like it. I really like the way this is going. You should wear it outside too. Swing it. Show them who’s the boss.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom

“What I think about the dress? Baby, I like it, it makes it’s hints, but I still love the most when you  are naked.”

Originally posted by chattyang


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