sorry for the quality but i just miss this scene so much

Some of you might have noticed something kind of funny about people.

Almost none of them like Treasure Planet.

And, considering I joined this fandom well over three years ago by now, this comes as absolutely no surprise to me – and chances are, if you’ve known about this film for longer than, say, a day, it fails to surprise you, too. I mean, we’ve all heard the reasons, haven’t we – valid though they are, it’s depressing to hear them, the millions upon millions upon millions of them. 

  • “Sorry, the sci-fi just wasn’t my thing.”
  •  “I liked it okay, but I can’t see myself ever watching it again.”
  •  “The animation was good, but I didn’t really like the rest of it.”
  •  “It was…sort of weird to me.”
  •  “It doesn’t measure up to Treasure Island.”
  •  “It just wasn’t my cup of tea.”

Or - and here’s the one that gets to me: 

  • “I just really didn’t like the main kid.” 

The words come across as pretty innocent - it’s just a matter of preference, it’s just their opinion, live and let live, nothing wrong with disagreeing…and there’s not. There’s really, really not. You can hate Jim Hawkins as much as you want. But you can look me in the eye and can you tell me why you hate him? Can you tell me why, exactly, that’s the argument I’ve heard the most out of any of them? Can you tell me why, in my 3+ years in this wonderful fandom, in the thousands of days I’ve now spent promoting the shit out of this film every chance I get, can you tell me why that argument is the one I find myself dealing with the most? Can you look at me and can you tell me why you hate Jim Hawkins? Can you do that? 

Because here’s the thing - I can tell you why I love him. And I got shit to back up me up. 

Let’s get down to business. Let me tell you why I love Jim Hawkins - every habit, every quirk, every mannerism, every virtue, and every flaw. Let’s plunge right in.

  • He’s kind.

Sure, you can roll your eyes if you want to, but honestly? Being really, truly, simply, genuinely nice is such a rare quality in the world, and Jim has - and displays - this quality in abundance. I mean, for one thing, bringing Billy Bones to the Benbow when he seems ninety percent sure the guy’s just crazy? Yet he takes a chance anyway, because the sailor’s sick, the sailor’s injured, it’s raining really hard, he shouldn’t be out in this in his state, here, give me your arm, let me help you, you can come in out of the rain and stay in my house for a bit.

And what about the time he met that half-mad robot on Treasure Planet and, despite the fact that BEN blatantly oversteps his boundaries a good ten times (”Will you let go of me?/Stop touching me!”/Will you quit hugging me?”) or so within the first five minutes of their introduction, despite the fact that he is very obviously unhinged from all that time alone, despite the fact that BEN is loud and attention-drawing and the word stealthy isn’t in his vocabulary, despite the fact that he’s putting the captain and the doctor and himself in peril by doing so, Jim allows BEN to come with him - all he needs is to hear about the robot’s century of solitude, his loneliness, his desolation, and he just drops everything and says, “If you’re gonna come along…”  

And don’t even get me started on the deleted scenes - such as the one where he offers to fix this child’s scooter, even though he and this kid have never met before, never even spoken to one another, and yet he offers to fix this scooter because aww the kid’s sad let me fix it for you.

 Because, beneath that black jacket and that dark scowl of his, Jim has a huge, huge heart and it’s there and it’s evident for anyone willing to look. Because Jim just legitimately cares about other people, and there’s no ulterior motive, he doesn’t ask for compensation, he doesn’t expect anything in return, he just genuinely likes helping others. 

(And as I don’t happen to have an image on hand for the child’s scooter bit mentioned above, have a few bonus pictures of times when Jim was nice) 

Comforting a frightened Morph despite the fact that his life is in the most immediate and intense danger

And how about the time he lets a pirate - the leader of a mutiny in which he was supposed to be killed - walk the fuck away from him because he believes there’s good in Silver

Don’t get me started on this kid and his kindness. Don’t. Get me started.

  • And he’s smart.

I don’t mean passing-his-finals-with-flying-colors oh-haha-that-was-a-total-seat-of-my-pants-test can’t-believe-I-pulled-through-with-a-B I-was-pulling-answers-out-of-my-ass kind of smart.

I mean completely, incredibly, off-the-charts, blow-your-mind brilliant. He might be failing his high school classes, but it’s certainly not due to the challenge; he doesn’t put any effort into his work because he just doesn’t care. I mean, we even hear Sarah state that he built his first solar surfer when he was eight. So let’s let that sink in for a second.

This kid 

was no older than that when he built one of these

Just let that sit a minute. He built one of those gizmos 

when he was eight fucking years old. Hell, I’m not one hundred percent sure I understand them now, and he was eight and he understood them so well he could make them. (Sure, he ultimately uses it to cause trouble and ride straight into restricted areas, but it still makes him pretty brainy.) 

And not to mention, when Silver tries to teach him how to steer a skiff, he doesn’t even let the guy finish his sentence before he starts powering it up. Despite the other’s best attempts to stop him, Jim ignites the engine and sends them whirling straight into a comet. He fucking steers a boat - with limited knowledge, considering Silver didn’t get a chance to teach him everything - he steers a boat into a comet, and rides that comet to its end and does it without ever missing a beat, without ever throwing himself or his companion out of the boat, without ever messing up or getting hurt or hurting Silver or anything, just gets the hang of it right off the bat.

And at the end of it, all Silver says is, “If I could maneuver a skiff like that when I was your age, they’d be bowing in the streets when I walked by today!” 

Oh, and did I mention he powers up a century-old crashed boat in sixty seconds? No? Well, he did that, too.

Oh, and he also made another solar surfer, this time at fifteen, out of the useless parts of their failing ship while the planet explodes around them.

And, when said surfer begins failing, threatening to send him plummeting to his death in a raging river of lava bubbling and frothing beneath him, he keeps it going - literally rams it into the wall, striking it against the metal surface until enough friction occurs to power the thrusters again, and he does this all in the space of thirty seconds.

Oh, and he figured out where Flint’s trove was hidden before anyone else, just based on the fragmented bits and pieces he’d picked up from other people

And did I mention yet that he was the only one who could open the map leading to the planet? 

There were people thirty and forty years his senior trying to figure it out

and he figures it out in seconds

  • And he’s brave

Remember when he casually faced down a whole crew of pirates three and four times over, all in the space of twenty-four hours? 

And how about the fact that he refuses, at great risk to himself, to open the map for the pirates - until Silver threatens the captain and the doctor? 

Or when he’s fixing that hundred-year-old boat we discussed earlier, and tells BEN to leave without him if he can’t get away in the next five minutes? 

Oh, and when the star Pellucid goes supernova on their voyage and the hands are sent to secure the solar sails, not only does Jim immediately ascend, no hesitation

he also spots Silver, who followed him there, fall from his perch, and literally fucking throws himself down onto the wood and hauls the cook - who, to be honest, has a good hundred pounds on Jim and probably almost took the kid down with him, and definitely dragged the kid closer to the edge than would be advised - back up to safety. 

And later in the film, he receives an order from the captain to scout ahead and find them a better place to hide - and even though the pirates were spotted seconds earlier, circling the skies in a longboat, Jim expresses no hesitation, simply obeys.

And, oh, uh, you remember that solar surfer we talked about earlier, the one he constructed as the planet bursts into flames and burns down around him? 

Yeah, here he is riding it through the fires and eruptions and random debris, here he is casually risking his life to save everyone else, most of them being pirates who would have loved to see him dead.

Yep, don’t mind him, he’s just saving everyone else. He might die doing it, but damn, he’s doing it anyway.

But wait. I did promise to discuss his flaws as well, and, so far, I haven’t been making good on that promise, have I? 

Fear not, for Jim Hawkins is far from perfect and it’s time for us to explore the reasons why.

  • He’s impulsive

While most readily refer to this as a “Mary Sue trait” and “not really a flaw” , I can’t help but disagree; if we consider it an undesirable trait in a real person, why on earth would we think it little more than a cute quirk in a fictional character? Believe me when I say, Jim’s consistent failure to think before he acts is not a charming little thing - it’s a flaw, plain and simple. 

For all Jim’s kindness, for all his bravery and unfailing ability to think fast on his feet, he is impulsive as all hell.

Like when he, in his first meeting with Silver, throws out several thinly-veiled accusations - showing his cards, playing his whole hand right off the bat on the off chance that his opponent might show his, too. 

Unsurprisingly, of course, Silver does not rise to the bait - meaning Jim revealed everything to the man who will later become his enemy, in a sense losing the only advantage he really held, whereas Silver lost nothing and now has additional information to help him on his way. And all this could have been avoided had Jim just kept his mouth shut. 

And that time when he attempted to eavesdrop on a couple of the other hands cause he thought they were acting suspicious 

But it’s not long before they notice him and immediately shut up - meaning Jim has now given his suspicions away to four different people, four people whom he suspects. (Five, if you count Oxy and Moron as two.)

Or how about when they find that map we talked about earlier, and when he opens it up and realizes it leads to Treasure Planet, his first thought is to follow it? Like, this could be anything. A trap, a red herring, a fool’s errand, and Jim just throws himself headlong into it because look there’s a slim chance it could be treasure let’s go right now! 

I mean, there’s just no room for doubt: Jim is super impulsive, and that’s not a good quality to have. Sure, it gets shit done, but cautious people get shit done too, and they probably get it done better because they’re not making snap decisions every 2.5 seconds.

  • And Jim is selfish

Sure, we all love him. Well, some of you hate him, and some of you love to hate him, but the sentiment stands; we all love Jim, but you can’t love somebody for too long without noticing his flaws. And Jim has his flaws. 

And it’s especially obvious in scenes like this 

where we see that Jim was just out on a joyride while his mother visibly struggles to run the inn by herself. 

It’s obvious he uses that solar surfing hobby to escape, to distract him from his problems after a tough day, but this, in turn, suggests that he feels his problems at the moment are more important than Sarah’s, and so puts himself before his mother.

And he makes things harder on her than probably anyone else in her life, going out and getting in trouble all the time and bringing the police to her door 

Not only is this probably really bad for business, it’s also likely embarrassing and obviously upsetting for poor Sarah - yet Jim offers no apology, offers almost nothing beyond the words, “Mom, it’s no big deal!”  

And when they open the map and realize where it leads, Jim jumps on the chance to leave Sarah

Not just their lonely little planet, but Sarah, he wants to leave her. And though his intentions here are honorable (”We could rebuild the Benbow a hundred times over!” / “I’ll make you proud!”) it still fails to completely sugarcoat the fact that he left her there, lured away by the promise of adventure. 

Because Jim is selfish. 

  • He’s touchy, and defiant as all hell.

Sure, this is a flaw. Sure, it’s not a great quality to have. Sure, it holds him back more than anything, and it probably gets him in more trouble than it’s worth - but I still tip my hat to Disney for introducing this flaw at all. It has been proven in the past that children with absentee parents - particularly boys with neglectful fathers -  tend to become obstinate teens with no regard for authority, and I’m just so proud of them for doing their research on that one. 

Admittedly, however, this quality does cause him more trouble than it’s worth. I mean, he makes himself an enemy out of the scariest alien aboard in the first five minutes, all because he has to have the last word.

As a matter of fact, when I think about it, Jim has single-handedly gotten on the bad side of every one of these pirates on board this ship, with the obvious exception of Silver, and he does it all because he is just that feisty.

On the other hand, however, his pluck is the first thing Silver notices - and likes - about him. It’s obvious that while the pirate captain plans to work the spunk out of him, he can’t help but respect it, too.

Like, for instance, on Treasure Planet, when Jim refuses to allow Silver to leave without him 

there’s an instant where Silver looks like he’s about to argue 

and he could, he could just hold the captain, the doctor, or even BEN at gunpoint, and chances are, Jim would likely obey just to spare those he cares for. Despite the fact that Silver is clearly the one in power here, he gives into Jim’s demands - because, even if he doesn’t like it, Jim’s defiance is something he can respect. They may be enemies now, but Silver recognizes and respects that Jim makes a worthy enemy.

  • And let’s not forget that he’s stubborn.

Seriously, once he’s found something to fight for, he’ll fight for that, and he’ll get it, no matter what it takes, and there’s nobody in the world that can change his mind. If he gets it in his head that he wants to do something, if he gets it in his head that he should do something, he’ll do it, no matter what. 

And in some cases, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It means he has a strong sense of right and wrong and knows the difference between the two, and will do what he believes to be right, regardless of what other people say. He has a moral code, and a strong one, at that, and he rarely deviates from it. And this is actually a good thing when, say, there’s a treasure-hunting pirate captain attempting to bribe him into betraying the captain and the doctor and handing over the map. 

And, when this fails and Silver resorts to trying to frighten him into submission, the kid doesn’t even blink. He can’t be bought, and he sure as hell can’t be intimidated. 

Of course, this isn’t always a good quality to have; while it does make him more resistant to tactics such as temptation, it also makes him inflexible and, in some cases, extremely resistant to change, even when that change would be for the better. 

But that iron will has another advantage. 

  • It makes him hardworking.

Whether it’s as trivial as swabbing the deck, or as enormous as seeking out a legendary treasure trove, if Jim sees the point in a task - if he sees, for himself, why it’s worthy of his time - he will put his all into it, no questions asked. So though most would call him a delinquent, and while the robo-cops on Montressor outright tell him that he is a loser

Jim is actually extremely industrious and capable - he just doesn’t always show it. But it’s there, if you know how to look.

Like when Silver leaves him with this huge pile of dishes in the galley

and he just picks up his brush and keeps right on going 

and in fact, is so determined to finish up that damn stack that he ends up falling asleep in the galley, head resting on the pot in his hand

but the dishes around him are gleaming.

Or how about when he was failing at school at the beginning of the film, and by the end, he has graduated from the prestigious Interstellar Academy? 

Can you imagine how much work it must have taken to get himself into that Academy? I mean, how long did it take for him to pull those grades up, to convince others he was really serious about this, and can you imagine how much work it took to get through the Academy once he got there? But Jim got there anyway, and he did graduate, and he did do all that amazing stuff, and he did it because he works hard. 

Oh and remember

  • He was lost

Though by the end of the film Jim is high-spirited and confident, we know from the beginning that it wasn’t always so. His father’s absence left a hole in him, a hole he felt it was too big to fill - a hole that left him feeling worthless and rejected, it left him feeling angry and defeated, and it left him thinking he wasn’t good enough. It left him with a strong, deep-seated fear of abandonment, and more than that, it left him searching - searching and searching and never quite finding the missing piece he so desperately needed. 

Jim felt he had no future; Jim felt he wasn’t worth a future; Jim didn’t really know where he was going, and that’s the kind of relatability I’ve come to expect from Dreamworks. I don’t go into a Disney film expecting to find real characters, so this came as a pleasant surprise.

And something else I’ll probably never get over

  • Jim is sensitive 

So, this one actually sounds funny. I mean, I just said earlier how selfish Jim is, right? How he’s always putting himself before Sarah? Yeah. That whole argument still stands. It’s just that Jim isn’t all selfish, all the time. Can he be selfish? Yes. Extremely. Is he selfish? Sometimes. But he’s also, as mentioned before, a genuinely nice person. A person with honest empathy. His instances of self-absorption don’t cancel that out.

Now, while most define a sensitive person as “one who understands and feels for others” - and while Jim certainly does that, too - we’ve already tackled that. We’ve talked about Jim as a compassionate and thoughtful individual, and I’m not here to talk about it again, though I could.

No, there are drawbacks to feeling for others, and I’m here to talk about them.

I mean, Jim cares about other people - Jim feels deeply for people, deeply enough to welcome complete strangers into his house and offer lonely individuals a place at his side, Jim just feels for people even if he’s never experienced their hardships for himself. And if he can feel so strongly for strangers, if he can look upon a person he hardly knows and want to help ease their pain, if his heart squeezes upon seeing others’ suffering, how much do you think it hurts when he experiences his own? 

His father, for example. An indifferent, neglectful parent, the heartache they cause, it would sting even the most impervious - but for somebody as thin-skinned and tender-hearted as Jim, it absolutely devastates him. And when the man finally gives up on his family, leaving behind his wife and their eight-year-old, it just tears the kid apart.

As a matter of fact, it hurts Jim so deeply that it takes him seven years just to realize that it wasn’t his fault, or anyone’s; his father’s rejection caused him so much pain that he is well into his adolescence before he can even begin to accept that he’s gone.

But this isn’t just one instance; it’s not merely a festering childhood wound, no. Jim takes the slightest slip-up straight to heart - and upon believing he caused Mr. Arrow’s death, he spends what appears to be hours beating himself up for this perceived failure. 

And ultimately, he might have continued indefinitely had Silver not intervened and comforted him.

And of course, less than twenty-four hours later, Silver tells his bloodthirsty crew - and, unwittingly, an eavesdropping Jim - that his attentions were all for show, that he had to be nice to the kid to keep him from suspecting the crew of anything shady, he had to win the lad’s trust or risk his suspicion…and Jim really believes it, and, in fact, is so hurt, that he appears to take a moment to swallow back tears. 

Jim is just so easy to hurt. 

And to be honest, it’s great; it makes his empathy for others more believable - after all, if his own wounds have left such obvious marks, who’s to say another’s tribulations won’t win over his sensitive heart? 

And, hey, hey, don’t forget

  • He’s just a kid

I mean, he’s doing all this awesome shit, he’s building solar surfers

 and saving lives

and working his ass off and being super kind and impulsive and defiant and selfish and everything, he’s doing all this, and he’s only fifteen years old. Like. He’s fifteen. He’s not even an adult yet. He’s not even of legal age. He’s just casually amazing at fifteen, but what do you think he’ll be like in five years, ten years, twenty?

As Silver says, he really is going to rattle the stars.

Now let’s review before we go: 

  • Jim is kind.
  • Jim is smart.
  • Jim is brave.
  • Jim is impulsive
  • Jim is selfish
  • Jim is touchy and defiant as all hell.
  • Jim is stubborn
  • Jim is hardworking.
  • Jim was lost.
  • Jim is sensitive
  • Jim is just a kid

Just please, for the love of all that is good and holy, don’t ever forget Jim Hawkins.

Face Time ; Sebastian Stan

WARNINGS: cyber sex theme-ish, masturbation, nsfw!!, parts of seb cussing in romanian, kinda hot tbh –be prepared

summary: being parted from Sebastian, as he visits his homeland, can be a pain in the ass –especially because both of you are always in dire need of sex.


A/N: heh so much Romanian shit happening….i cant even comprehend. sorry if you felt attacked with this drabble

The monitor of your laptop illuminated bright white lights around your dim lit room. You faced against the monitor and scrolled around Youtube and other social medias trying to find updates about the interviews of Sebastian –though completely ignoring the fact that you could directly ask Sebastian yourself via a simple text. And as you looked through the videos suggested, you came across a previous interview about Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011.

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Mixing Fire and Water: A Meta on Lance and Quintessence

“The Lions choose their pilots. It is a mystical bond and cannot be forced. The quintessence of the pilot is mirrored in his lion.” (Princess Allura, S01E01)

I’ve just been thinking back on VLD’s quintessence lore, and I just realized something regarding Lance’s switch from being the Blue Paladin to Red. We all know that the lions’ quintessences mirror their paladins’, and the Blue Lion is the guardian spirit of water (ice) and the Red Lion is of fire. Separately, the lions and their paladins represent finding a balance in the elements (especially given that they both form one side (right), in comparison to the combination of the forest and earth/land on the other), one that could allow Voltron to be formed. Represented individually, the elements can stand out on their own strengths and weaknesses and yet also be complemented by the other.

But what does it mean when the lion switch might imply that you have the quintessences of fire and water mixing in one person? (more under the cut)

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anonymous asked:

Look those different reactions and emotions from Sam and Dean toward Castiel in that clip(12x19)! I mean, it's the perfect comparison between REACTION from a BROTHER (Sam) and an ANGRY BOYFRIEND!!! How can anyone say otherwise???

You mean the husband / brother in law dynamic?! 

I’m paraphrasing you, sorry, you said brother, and they are very much like brothers in a way but also I feel like… not? Sam and Cas do care about each other deeply but they don’t really interact like brothers, most of their interactions are through Dean, when they do bond in ONE episode out of the 100 Cas has been in they STILL talk about Dean, like, a lot….

And they care but they’re not, like, anywhere as they both do for Dean. We are continuously shown the difference, eg. Sam isn’t that worried about Cas being dead in seasons 7 or 8 in comparison to Dean who is literally wallowing in booze and thinks he is seeing him everywhere, when Dean tells Sam “its not an IT, its CAS” etc, when Lucifer was possessing Cas and when Cas has been missing this season Dean is sleeplessly researching, going out of his mind, using all his coping mechanisms etc and Sam is supportive of Dean and saying “he’ll be fine”… pfff.

it’s the standard brother in law - person - spouse dynamic IRL and in fiction.

I love how CLEAR they are making it this season. I harp on about this all the time, which is probably why you messaged me ;)

I also love how they made this super clear with Saileen too! Which I discovered today was canonically scripted as a love interest *sighs contentedly*.

All the parallels *sighs again*…. but here how when Eileen is in emotional trouble Dean looks at Sam…

 kinda like…

Sorry for the terrible gif quality - I can’t gif well!

So yeah, I’m actually kinda weirdly disappointed by this promo as I was hoping for more unadulterated relief on Dean’s face before the anger considering he’s been out of his mind worried and looking for Cas in the corpse columns… but then I guess it’s because I try not to but I have my own expectations of what I speculate for this episode. I do definitely see more of the angst though and it getting stronger hopefully through the episode til its finale….

Also @godshipsit pointed out that the scene looks like it has been cut and Sam is kind of hovering in the background…. like he has a lot this season re: Dean / Cas moments.

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And nothing more than in *THE ANGEL LOVE STORY EPISODE* 12x10…

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Originally posted by devoiddean

It’s just such a brother-in-law/brother wants to stay out of domestic squabble thing. It’s fantastic!

|| the rosewater potion ||

[[request prompt: /Harry Potter au/ …Person A (reader) was making a love potion for her crush and person B (Peter/her enemy) accidentally drank it. Nothing happened to them so person A thought she did it wrong and gave the rest to her best friend who /did/ actually fall in love w somebody meaning it worked…]]

guys, I’m sorry!! I know I said I would quit writing to focus on a personal project of mine, but I just got this request sent to me like a few hours ago and I just HAD to write it.

also a bit of a warning, peter is kind of an asshole in this story so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were staring at your crush, admiring his handsome features from afar as you had your Potions textbook open. Before your beloved Daniel stepped into the scene, you had been researching the recipe to make the perfect love potion, and you were determined to use it on Daniel.

Flakes of snow gently fell across the courtyard, making you shiver a bit from your seat on the bench. Your cheeks were turned into a rosy red as the air came out of your lips in wispy puffs, but you didn’t mind the cold so long as Daniel was around.

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Whatever It Takes || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


Two years was a long time for most people, but after having to deal with busy schedules and barely any time to yourself, you soon got used to it. The idea that just a few years ago you had been a nobody, nothing, and now you were a popular solo artist in South Korea seemed to be such a huge surprise to you.

You found yourself still waking up some mornings wondering how you had gotten to this point in your life. How you hadn’t just given up yet, considering everything you’ve had to go through to get where you were. Two years was a long time, especially when you worked at the same company as your ex-boyfriend and had to see him every time you came together for award shows or meetings.

Jungkook had become known as the golden maknae of BTS, and you were proud of him. But you couldn’t deny a part of you ached every time you thought back to two years ago just before your debut date. It was his decision, and if you could go back you would have done everything in your power to change his mind, but you pushed through and lived with his choice.

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Then that means that last year… Rin-san was also a MAID ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Maybe We Will - Theo Raeken

@justnormalgirlwithbigdreams So sorry for the big delay in posting this imagine! I’ve had a lot of stuff going on for months and had exams! I hope you like this fluffy and sort of smutty Theo imagine you requested! :) xx Thank you!


The wind was violently forcing my hair to fly into my face, my eyes and my mouth, distracting me from the book in my hands, making it virtually impossible to completely concentrate on my reading. I knew it would be easier to just sit inside and do my work, but the truth was I liked sitting outside on the bleachers during lacrosse practice. The fresh air cleared my head, and seeing my friends, Scott, Stiles and Liam practicing gave me a few laughs every now and then. By some miracle, every single time I looked up one of them fell over, or just made an ass of themselves.

I was usually accompanied by Lydia, Kira and Malia, but since Kira joined the team too, it was just the three of us.

And there, as always, stood Theo Raeken, leaning against the railing, acting all “bad-boy”ish.

Every time he was around, Liam and Stiles always sneered at him.

I mean, I never really understood what was wrong with Theo- I didn’t really know him, only what I had been told. He’s bad news, he’s a liar, he’s manipulative, he tried to tear us apart.

I didn’t really understand why they acted as if he had killed someone, like he was a criminal or murderer of some kind- he’s just a kid like the rest of us, right?

But apart from all that, I had simply made up my own mind to stay away from him. Even though what the guys had told me was most likely exaggerated, I knew that there must be some sort of truth at the heart of it, so I played it safe and stayed away.

“What’s on your mind?” Malia asked me with a concerned look on her face.

“Huh?” I snapped out of my daze and turned to my tall friend sitting next to me. “Oh, nothing, sorry. I was just day dreaming.”

“About Liam?” Malia laughed.

“What?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well, you were staring at him that whole time…” she pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… I just zoned out.” I laughed.

“You apologised like twice just then. It’s cool.” she laughed with me.

I looked down at the book in my hands, realising I wasn’t going to read any time soon and that I should probably head home and actually do something.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna go home.” I said.

“Ok, well I’ll see you later! Text me, yeah?” Malia responded.

I smiled her way and began walking down the stairs, passing where Theo was before, realising he was gone now.

I reached into my pocket to check the time on my phone, only to feel around the material and realise that it was missing.

“Oh, crap.” I said under my breath.

I realised I must had left it in my locker before I went to the lacrosse field.

I turned myself around and began walking back to the school building, entering through the doors and making my way to my locker.

When I reached my locker, I unlocked it and immediately saw my phone lying in there. It had probably slipped out of my bag.

I grabbed it and closed the door, walking back at a fast pace.

The halls were deserted, silent and empty- seeing as school had finished and the only people that remained were at the lacrosse field… It was quite creepy when I thought about it, but I tried to ignore the eerie atmosphere and continue walking… until I heard a bang from behind me. It sounded like it had come from another hallway. I stopped in my tracks.

I was frozen, waiting to hear if the sound returned, and it did. I rapidly turned around and began to slowly walk in the direction of the noise, trying to convince myself that it was just some people that stayed behind, or even a teacher.

I turned the corner and walked carefully. “Hello?” I called out.

I felt like I was in a horror movie, and this was the scene where the girl that calls out “Hello?” gets killed by the masked murderer. I gulped, hoping that this was all in my head.

“Someone there?” the bang returned and I called out.

Then I heard something scurrying behind me. I turned around immediately.

Then I heard something from the other side again, so I turned to face that instead.

A shadow began emerging from around the next corner, behind some lockers, creeping out slowly…

I began to walk back slowly, because this was no ordinary shadow… it was big… bigger than a person.

I couldn’t help but stare as I walked backwards, curious at what… or who this shadow belonged to.

Then it came out- a giant, black beast.

I froze.

It let out a loud roar that I swear could have sent me flying all the way across the hall into the wall.

I screamed and ran, turning around.

“HELP ME!” I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me. “SOMEONE, PLEASE!” Then I was knocked off my feet and into the ground, sliding into some lockers.

The beast slowly crept up to me, roaring and growling in my direction.

I tried backing off as much as I could, but it was no use. I was cornered and this thing was going to kill me.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them, before something else came into the room, releasing a loud roar from the entrance door.

I lifted my head up to look in the direction of the new sound, as did the beast…

There he was… it was him, Theo Raeken… but his eyes were golden, his face had morphed into something like an animal, he had fangs and he had claws… I stared in astonishment.

Theo ran towards the beast and launched at it, and at this, I once again covered my eyes.

After what felt like hours of roaring, hitting, slamming and fighting, I looked back up.

The room was silent, and the beast was gone. Theo was lying on the floor, lifting himself up, somehow still alive and seemingly in good enough condition to get up and walk over to me.

Theo bent down on his knees and placed a bruised and bleeding hand on my knee. “Are- are you ok, Y/N?” he asked, flinching, most likely from his own pain.

I nodded, not knowing what to say or do. I stared in his eyes, which had now returned to their natural state, as had the rest of him. “I didn’t know you knew my name.” I let out, before I could think.

He giggled weakly. “Of course I do.” he smiled.

“Theo, you just saved me…” I examined the wounds on his body and bruises on his face. I reached up and touched his cheek, gently stroking the dark purple mark on it. “Thank you…” I said.

“It’s no problem.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes deeply, trying to figure out how the hell they had changed colour only moments ago… “What are you, Theo?” I whispered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

Theo stayed silent and looked down.

Something inside me already knew the answer. From the animal qualities I had witnessed in him, I knew he must be… a werewolf…

“You’re a werewolf…” I said, in realisation. He looked up straight away, his hand squeezing my knee in response. I was right…

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Stiles came storming in, spotting me and Theo in the corner.

Scott, Liam, Malia, Kira and Lydia followed him in, all staring.

“Get away from her, Theo!” Liam yelled, marching towards Theo, who got up and ran away…

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I yelled, moving my body, lifting myself up.

“Because he’s dangerous!” Scott yelled back.

“He just saved my life, Scott!” I said. “How could he be dangerous if he kept me away from danger?” I argued.

Scott looked down silently for a moment. “Are you ok, Y/N?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I crossed my arms. “I’m sorry for yelling…”

“No- it’s ok. I’m glad you’re alright.” Scott smiled.

“We are too, Y/N.” Stiles added in. “All of us.” he walked towards me and threw my arm around his shoulder so he could help me walk out. “Let me take you home.”

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A week had passed since the beast had attacked Theo and I, and I hadn’t been back at school yet.

I had woken up with the intention of going to school, but when I reached the parking lot, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car to go to class, so I got out and made my way to the lacrosse field. There was no one there. I simply stood in the middle of the field and just looked around, taking in the fresh air.

I looked back at the bleachers I had always sat on, and at the railing that Theo always leaned on, and to my surprise, he was there at that very moment.

“Theo?” I asked.

“Hey.” he said. I walked towards him, stopping at the bleachers.

He had completely healed- there wasn’t a single scratch or even a bruise…

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I said. “Just not feeling up to going to class.” I laughed, taking a step closer to him. “What about you? You’re completely healed…” I pointed out.

“Yeah, I heal fast…” he laughed.

“Because you’re a werewolf, yeah.” I laughed back, still in disbelief.

“How are you going with all that?” he asked with a sympathetic look.

“It’s crazy. But I’m fine… I’m just glad to be alive after that- thing attacked us.” I said.

Theo stood still, his stare fixed on me. I slid my arms around his waist and embraced him in a hug. “Thank you, again…” I whispered.

Theo’s arms wrapped around me tightly too. I felt his chest rise against mine as he inhaled deeply.

“What were you doing there anyway? How did you find me?” I asked, pulling away slightly.

Theo, looked down with red cheeks.

“What?” I giggled.

“I may have followed you…” he said.

I laughed. “Why would you do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “You intrigue me, I guess.” he smiled.

I looked in his eyes and before I knew what I was doing I had leaned in and placed my lips on his. He pulled me close to him again, sinking further into the kiss.

I felt Theo’s tongue slide in my mouth, grazing against my own as he let out a quiet moan, echoing through my whole body as he released it in my mouth.

Then we heard the sound of voices coming from around the corner. We both pulled away immediately. “It’s coach.” he laughed. “Run!” he took my hand in his and ran us away from the field and into the boys locker room, locking the door.

I observed this and took my chance to continue with what we were doing. I wasn’t usually like this, but something about Theo made me want to just be close to him, touching him…

Before I made a single movement, I stared at Theo, watching his chest rise and fall as he stepped closer to me, lifting a hand to pull a loose strand of hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear gently, never breaking eye contact.

He leaned in and kissed me again, this time more gentle than before. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach, there was a spark within me that ignited my whole being as we kissed, beckoning me to return his kiss with more passion… more feeling.

I slid my hands onto his chest, feeling him as they made their way slowly to Theo’s neck as our lips pressed harder against each other, forcing us to move to a more definite rhythm. His bottom lip was caught between my teeth and I pulled at it gently, earning a sexy giggle from him.

“Shh” I silenced him playfully, in case anyone outside could hear us.

“Sorry, you distracted me from being quiet.” Theo whispered flirtatiously.

“Did I?” I giggled softly and pecked the wolf once more. “How did I distract you, Theo?”

Theo’s arms then made their way to my butt, squeezing it lightly as he spoke. “By doing this.” he answered me, smashing his lips into mine, re-establishing the rhythm we had been moving to only moments before, this time pushing me against a wall. He lifted a hand to rest beside my head, holding him up.

I turned my head, disconnecting our lips for a moment as I began to place light pecks on his wrist, which was conveniently nest to my face.

I moved my lips from his wrist to his neck, and I could feel Theo’s body relaxing against me as he let out a soft moan at the feeling of my lips on his collarbone.

“Y/n, aren’t you afraid that someone will come in?” Theo playfully reminded me that there was the possibility of someone walking in at any time.

I laughed. “Let them watch.” I kissed his lips again.

“I should save your life more often.” He kissed me, speaking between kisses. “Maybe we’ll end up in here again.”

I smiled at the werewolf, speaking before moulding our lips together once more. “Maybe we will anyway.”

Supernatural, No-Homo-Style (You’re welcome, SPN writers)

Okay, listen. I’m not someone who tries to tell other people how to go on with their creative stuff, but this is just – an idea. So the thing is, I understand how terribly hard it can be to write a story without homoerotic undertones. They just – happen, you know. All these parallels and carefully crafted scenery to underline a certain subtext, man, just – I know that feel, bro. All my stories? Never supposed to be Destiel. Dean just comes barking in, screams “I’m queer, dude” and then I just – well, anyway. Not that Dean is queer, of course, why would you ever think that.

So what I want to do is: I want to offer you guys, SPN writers, directors, producers, you name it, a way to no-homo your episodes efficiently so no one can tell you that you want us to ship Destiel because that wouldn’t be true, right, right? And man, I know a lot about bro friendships, I watched The Wild Soccer Bunch when I was ten.

Because I’ve noticed that some people – without any indication in the subtext or even text whatsoever – started picking up extremely on the romantic undertones in Dean and Cas’ relationship specifically in the last two seasons. So I’ve looked into this plot and I just found a few teeny tiny things that were of course completely unintentional but could make some weird lunatics think that this is something the writers actually think of.

So let’s start, shall we? Very important in every bro™ relationship: don’t make the entire plot of a season rest onto the special bond between you and your bro. I know this is an easy mistake to make because let’s face it, Cas is awesome, but some people might read into this and think “Man, if he can resist his strange ‘love’ for Amara by looking at Cas, maybe that means he loves him?” and hahaha, what a crazy thought, right? So yeah, rookie mistake no. 1 but man, that can happen to everyone. Instead, maybe make him have concern for his bro but at the same time not be able to overcome his mind control because of his lo broness with Cas. It’s really easy and then the director doesn’t have to put some suggestive shots into the episode where Amara figures out how much these two bros bro with each other and uses that revelation against them!

Also, speaking of this? I know, heart imagery is great and when you only have a cast of male white dudes it gets hard to portray it without homoerotic undertones, but yeah, it’s still a bad idea to have the main villain hover over the heart of one bro and then get a magical connection to the other bro through this heart. I mean, I get it, keep your friends close and your bros closer, but some people might think that the heart imagery connects to the feeling of love and that would be ludicrous, right?  A good alternative would be to simply scratch this whole plot line. Maybe make Dean doodle some hearts while talking to Amara if you want heart imagery so much because hey, she’s a FEMALE and she’s RIGHT THERE so by every television standard they HAVE to copulate!

Next – the pining and caring for Cas. I mean, is that really necessary? Cas is a big boy. He can take care of himself. And Dean, you should really just listen to Sam when he says that Cas will be okay and you should make the smart choice instead of the heart choice (and there it is, the heart imagery again! I KNOW heart rhymes with smart – but here are a lot of others things that you could have used instead: fart, cart, bard, pop tart – you’re welcome to use them! Let Dean make a fart choice next, guaranteed no homo™ and also fart jokes are awesome and funny and original!)

Why not have Dean have a roll in the hay with Mildred? Man, that woman was badass! But having her insist that Dean was already pining for someone else and watch the sunrise together, an imagery that has been associated with Cas consistently, that just was plain bad writing. I get that you wanted to write you out of a corner because Mildred was coming onto Dean and that it wasn’t supposed to make us think of Cas at all but next time just so the full route and let Dean have his way with the ladies, he loves it because he’s a LADIES man and he loves the LADIES or the fellas I don’t judge wait what Dean shut up!

And all these talk about Cas and Cas and where is he and Cas and Caaaaaaas (shut up Lucifer)? It’s great talk, really, but maybe replace it with a significantly less gay word: BRO! Why care for Cas when Dean can care for his BRO?! There’s no reason against it! And if it’s not necessary for the plot, maybe don’t make Dean talk about his bro at all. You gain precious minutes that you can instead use for the brother bond you value so much! (What, you say, you want to end this co-dependency? DON’T! Then you may have Dean ready to enter a healthy relationship and man, people could think this relationship could be gay, urgh)

Next mistake: the scene in that barn? Don’t get me started. You started so good, SPN writers! You had Dean say a really bro-like thing, “don’t worry, I’ve had worse” - good on you, Dean, that was very manly and very good at ignoring the glaring (and oozing) problem right in front of you. But then of course someone had to turn it around and put this silly “I love you” in there and repeat it. Your script probably just fell into a printer and got copied twice so they thought “ah, heck, now we’ve got to say it twice and make it sound like the first one was specifically for Dean, and let’s throw some suggestive camera angles in there while we’re at it” so maybe next time, I don’t know, try to keep these rogue scripts in check. You don’t want anyone to think that Cas actually loves Dean and only Dean.

And also, I know, bros love bros and they love their quality time with each other, but still, bros don’t just leave the room when they talk to their bro and the phone and then sound suspiciously like they forced themselves to have a completely different conversation when they re-enter the room. And maybe, because you all just love the Sam-and-Dean-codepency have Sam talk, too! Let him interact with his bro! People could think that the fact that Sam has a completely different dynamic with Cas means that Dean’s love for Cas is more than just family and that’s obviously not true *cough* who would think that *cough* Lucifer maybe *cough* and every other villain on the show and a few friends too *cough*

… I’m sorry, I got something stuck in my throat. So anyway, let’s get to the next point: I LOVED that scene in 11x23 where Dean told Cas that they’re such BROS and Cas means so much to them as BROS and I really hoped that means we could have some BRO action in Season 12 but no! Somehow Cas still didn’t feel like he belonged because apparently being a BRO wasn’t enough for him? He still wanted to prove himself to Dean specifically with no talk about Sam? I know, guys, guys, I know you want drama in your show, we all know this, this is SPN, but next time, tone it down a notch. You may just want to have drama where Cas is part of the family as a BRO and everyone accepts that and he too and he doesn’t have to get PERSONAL GIFTS by Dean to maybe show him that he belongs and still not getting it because something is still missing -  because then people might think that this something missing is something absurd like LOVE and not in a platonic way.

Oh and the last thing: 12x23. Boy where do I start. I mean I loved that you had separated them the last episodes (because people may think that they would start to kiss or something like that if you left them alone for a few minutes) but was it really necessary that Dean just stopped functioning as soon as Cas died? He could have instead, I don’t know, have a few pimples that he needs to squeeze and that’s the reason why he couldn’t face Jack with Sam together. I get that this was all great foreshadowing because Sam and Jack do have a weird connection but really, don’t make the mistake to pair Dean off with Cas again and make them look like they share a special connection! Pimples, man, I tell you. They’re almost as original as fart jokes and very heterosexual, trust me, I never had them and I’m as queer as can get. 

So please, enjoy this free advice on how to no homo your episodes efficiently because just throwing in a few hook-ups with waitresses now and then just isn’t the FULL no homo experience™ because some weird people still think that Dean could be something like, I don’t know, bisexual, and we all know that bisexuality doesn’t exist and even if it did, Dean couldn’t possible come out at this age because that’s just unrealistic, amirite???

Thank you for listening.

Yoongi Scenario: Lay By Your Side.

Request: A scenario with Yoongi when he miss you so much that he even admits all the boys and you surpise him while he spleeing and you spoon him, like too much fluff !! PRETTY PLEASE!!!

Genre: Fluff.


It was the fourth time Taehyung caught him staring at your picture, and as each time Yoongi sighed before putting his phone away to glare at Taehyung for snooping.

The younger guy gave him an apologetic smile to which Yoongi sighed again, it was no secret that he had a girlfriend, at least not to his members and manager. They knew and were fairly supportive on him, more coming from his members than the company, although there was always the reminder of how cautious he should be, neither of them wanted a scandal and honestly Yoongi thought it was best to keep you secret for your own well being.

They were currently in China, doing a photoshoot to which it followed an interview for the magazine spread and then they’d go to a music show to perform their latest song. It was a hectic schedule, but everyone was happy to be able to promote abroad. After that they would be going to Japan for two days, going back to Korea for just two days before going back to Japan to continue promoting their japanese track.

It all resulted in him having near to no time to see you in person, Yoongi was aware that sometimes he wouldn’t be able to see you or even talk to you properly, you knew that as well and always gave each other support. Yoongi just hoped for an opportunity to go to you and spend some quality time together, just the thought had his whole body craving for it.
But as the days without seeing each other started to accumulate Yoongi felt the toll that it had on him; he had finished his solo shots for the photoshoot and he couldn’t help but stare at your profile photo, he wanted to kiss you all over, hold you close, being able to see into your eyes without having it to be through a device.

Taehyung had woken him up from his reverie, which pissed Yoongi, his friend was giving him a weird look, partially sorry for catching him, partially curious by Yoongi’s current state. Thinking about it, he must look scary with the death glare he was sure he had on.

-What?- Yoongi muttered.

-Nothing… It’s just that…- Taehyung looked around to ensure no one was listening. -You have been staring at Y/N’s picture for a while-

Yoongi shrugged. -She’s my girlfriend- he whispered back in a tone that said the issue was over. He didn’t like talking about you in such places, and now he could see he was being a bit imprudent for looking at your picture like that, Taehyung must have been worried too.
Yoongi looked at the younger guy with softer eyes. -Sorry-

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As readers have probably picked up from the tapir photo, I spent most of yesterday at the Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium. Overall it’s a facility I think well of - I think my earliest memory of an aquarium is their central tank, and I’ve visited multiple times over recent years and spent a lot of time chatting with staff and volunteers. However, there was one aspect of the visit that left a sour taste in my mouth that I want to talk about more at length. The way educators in the Wild Wonders presentation handle the concept of “reduce, reuse, recycle” left my companion and I incredibly uncomfortable, due to the presentation’s heavy association of the topic with law enforcement and the utter absence of alternate solutions for audience members not able to spend the money on fancy reusable items. It came across as authoritarian and out of touch with the potential socio-economic demographics of visitors - so much so that those issues overshadowed my ability to enjoy the inclusion of unusual educational animals like aardvarks and bald eagles in the program.

The premise of the show was this: a visitor arrives in a desert town where single-use items are illegal looking for interesting animals to see, but finds herself in trouble with the sheriff’s deputy showing her around because she uses disposable items such as water bottles and plastic bags. In between random animal appearances, the visitor is pursued and repeatedly arrested by the deputy for her single-use items, and then given something better to use instead. At the end of the show, after the visitor appears to have learned the error of her ways, the two sit down to eat their packed lunches together - the visitor is horrified to find she has packed her food in disposable containers, while the sheriff smugly pulls out an identical lunch that has been packed entirely in reusable items. There were a number of reasons that I found this messaging discomfiting.

For one, the main message conveyed regarding reusable items was very authoritarian. During the pre-show, the audience was educated about how much damage since use items can do, and then told to say a pledge along with the presenter in which they swore off all single-use items forever and affirmed a commitment to reusable items. That itself felt a little weird, but then the show took it even further by having the consequences of the use of disposable items be punative actions by authority figures. The visitor was not really educated about the ban on single-use items before going off on her adventures, and was arrested by the deputy for her crime without any dialogue that addressed her potential knowledge (or lack there or) regarding why disposable items were so bad. The deputy would then harangue her and give her an appropriate reusable item instead. This happened three times during the course of the show, in the same pattern: visitor would happily run off in an adventure with an inappropriate item, the dog playing the sheriff would “report” the illegal use to the deputy, the deputy would chase and arrest the visitor. This particular scripting effectively communicated to the kids in the audience that a) using disposable items is always bad, without exception b) it is totally acceptable and normal for authority figures to take punative action towards people using disposable items c) being chased and arrested is within the scope of punishment for repeated use of disposable items and d) ignorance of why single-use items are bad is not acceptable and will not be taken into account. That’s not how you convince kids to want to save the earth - that’s how you scare them into complying. (It also came off as insensitive and unaware of current events, as chase scenes, lassoing of “the culprit”, and arrests were played off for laughs by an entirely white cast).

For two, there was no awareness in the entire script of how income differences might effect the audience’s ability to comply with their conservation solutions. All the item offers as better solutions to single-use items were expensive: the pre-show involved replacing plastic straws with reusable metal ones, and items the deputy showed off were a reusable fabric tote, heavy plastic water bottles, recharable batteries, and a decorative fabric lunch bag and matching sandwich pouch. There was exactly zero mention of alternatives that did not involve spending money on eco-friendly items. I really expected some mention of how plastic grocery sacks or disposable water bottles could be saved and re-used instead of being thrown out, but there was nothing like that in the messaging - framing indicated that purchasing eco-friendly items was really the only acceptable action. I’m sorry, but not everyone can afford that, which means there are now potentially kids in the audience who may think their family is bad (and maybe potentially at risk for being arrested) for not owning reusable items because they can’t afford the up-front cost of purchasing them.

For three, I really don’t think public shaming of people for single-use items is an appropriate message to pass on to kids. The whole show kind of yucked it up, encouraging the audience to sympathize with the beleaguered deputy, placing them in opposition against the visitor who just didn’t get how awful and harmful her choices were. At the end, though, you saw the visitor sit down and pull out her lunch from a sack - just like many kids do every day. It’s been made clear the visitor has learned the value of reusable items from her multiple arrests. Then she pulls out her food, and sees how the packaging has failed yet again… and is not met with sympathy for a choice she didn’t realize was inappropriate when she made it. She’s shamed, yet again, and this time for a past choice she can’t rectify. How many kids do you think will sit down for lunch soon - maybe a packed lunch at a day camp that they have no control over - and see that it’s packed with disposable items and feel bad about that? I know the goal is that kids go home and talk to their parents, but there’s a couple problems - not only was that discussion never explicitly encouraged, not everyone can afford Tupperware or cloth sandwich baggies for their kids to take to school. The presentation set kids up to feel bad about how they engage in a common routine they may have no power to influence, and taught by example that it’s okay to shame and punish other people who use the wrong items.

None of the things listed above are good takeaways from an educational program. Compliance through fear of authority, compulsory spending to achieve moral status, and negative treatment of those who can’t or don’t act similarly are not acceptable messaging for door yo be teaching the kids who are in their audiences. This is especially true when the script of a supposedly animal-based program focuses more heavily on teaching these lessons than on the animals in the presentation.

What I was taught when being trained as as an educator is that motivating an audience to engage in behavioral change that is uncomfortable or inconvenient requires utilizing the power of positive emotion. You don’t go to the hassle of remembering reusable bags on every grocery trip because you’ll get in trouble if you don’t - you do it because you love leatherback sea turtles and want to reduce the number of bags that might be mistaken for delicious jellyfish when they end up in the ocean. While kids might change their behavior temporarily because the rest of their life has conditioned them to automatically obey authority figures, at some point they’re going to realize nobody is going to arrest them for not carrying a reusable water bottle, and they’ll stop caring - at best. At worst, they realize that they’ve been manipulated by the cool educators at the zoo with the animals they liked so much, and they’ll write off any future messaging as a result.

I was truly blown away by how much this program differed from my other experiences at Point Defiance. I’ve seen Wild Wonders shows in previous years and adored them both for their quality animal training and their strong conservation message. I got neither from this current script - overall impression was that the animals made quick appearances to keep the attention of the audience during transitions between scenes. I’m not sure why this year was so different - I don’t know the facility from anything but the public side, nor know staff there to ask, so I won’t hazard a guess. Overall, it felt like the whole production really missed an opportunity to use incredibly cool animals - hello, aardvarks?? - to inspire kids to get involved and to spread awareness of the ways people of all ages and income can modify their usage of disposable items to become more sustainable.

MY THEORY ON THE CAMREN SAGA…..

Is CAMREN real? I am not part of their inner circle to give a definitive yes or no on that question. What I can say is, even though their words of denial are telling me no, their actions are telling me a completely different story. In my world, actions speak way louder than words. It is quite clear, through their actions over the past couple weeks alone, something is happening with them.

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Rainy Days and Mondays

Hello there! I’m back with another headcanon after a while :3 This one was requested by the fabulous @itshaejinju. Thanks for the request (and sorry it’s so late!) <3

“Hmm how about comfort foods and comfort activities for the bros and whoever else that you are comfortable with writing.*”

Note: I included a few songs that the bros might listen to if they’re feeling down. Just click on the letters at the end :3 I didn’t put the titles because I wanted it to be a surprise ^^ (don’t worry, no jump-scares XD)

The letters at the end of the bonus content contain a song as well, so check those out too ^^

Tagging: @themissimmortal @ohgodsnowwhat (thanks for helping me bounce around ideas for this!) @blindbae @stunninglyignis @chocobro-hijinks @crown-city-moogle @insomniacapples @gyrogearlooser​ (since you liked reading my other stuff XD)


Noctis Lucis Caelum

- That the Prince of Insomnia is quite the avid sleeper himself has become a running joke among his closest friends. He sleeps wherever and whenever long he damn pleases on normal days, but even more so when he’s feeling particularly depressed. His philosophy on these days is to just sleep it off until it goes away.

- Cats are also a great source of happiness and comfort for the Chosen King. Whether it’s a cat video or cat-themed items (and especially if it’s an actual feline!), any of these will instantly put a smile on his normally sulky visage. He has a cat-eared hoodie (a gift from Prompto the first Christmas they spent as a group) that he uses as pajamas when feeling blue. He wore them more often when Regis died (and even more so after Altissia).

- Unhealthy food is the way to go with him. Expect all-meat pizzas, potato chips, and plenty of junk food in general. If he is craving something sweet, he’ll ask Ignis to “help him” make some (AKA Noct will stir, cut or taste test while Iggy does everything else). Back when they would do this in the Citadel, the two would call over Gladio (and later on, Prompto) to have an impromptu dessert party. There would always be a batch set aside as well for Ignis to take back to Regis.

- Video games are also a good way to work out any frustrating or confusing feelings. Expect full-day marathons of King’s Knight and RPGs galore if he’s in a bad mood. If he wants to calm down and not really think while playing, Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon are his go-to games (farming and fishing erryday).

- Fishing is by far the most effective method to get his spirits back up. The calm of the environment alone helps clear his mind and make his troubles melt away. Getting a major haul will have him on Cloud Nine for days on end. Fair bit of warning first, though: Don’t do any backseat fishing if he’s feeling particularly testy. He will threaten to shove his fishing rod up your ass many times over.

- Bad Day Playlist: A | B | C | D | E


Prompto Argentum

- Our resident sunshine boy is on the prowl for hugs and fluffy animals (both, if he can find them) when he’s feeling blue. Back in Insomnia, he would hit up most, if not all, of the animal cafes the city had to offer. During the trek around Lucis, these are replaced by constant trips to Wiz’s Chocobo Post. Hugs he’ll either get from the residents of these particular places or from some plushies he collected over their travels. He has a pair of black and white dogs that look similar to Umbra and Pryna, plus a set of four chocobos that look eerily similar to each of the bros (the light brown one even came with a small pair of glasses, while the chocolate-colored one has scars similar to a certain Shield’s). He loves hugging the black chocobo the most, but has hugged the glasses-wearing one more often since Altissia.

- Prompto’s hands tend to get twitchy when he’s sad, and constantly fidgets with either his phone or one of his automatic weapons. During one of their visits to Hammerhead when he was in a funk, Cindy gave him a small pouch filled with a couple of spare parts lying around the garage (cleaned, of course!). Since then, he’d fiddle around with them and see what he could create. One time, he was able to create a customized fidget cube.

- When he was a kid, his go-to comfort food diet was similar to Noct’s, but spicier. But since losing and becoming conscious of his weight, he’d been avoiding junk food for the most part. His love for spicy food, however, hasn’t changed. Curries, stews, skewers…he’ll take it as long as it’s packing the heat he craves. The spicier, the better!

- Of course, video game sessions with his buddy Noctis always cheers him up. He usually prefers King’s Knight or a game like Nintendogs when he’s sad, but when he’s the angry kind of upset? He becomes the most aggressive gamer you’ll ever meet. Prompto becomes the King of any FPS and GTA-type games, and will wipe the floor with any poor soul who dares to challenge him right then and there.

- As he likes to say so himself, he never misses…a photo op! The group’s resident photographer will be moving around more than usual to grab tons of shots, mostly of the other bros. This may not seem very different from what he normally does, but the other three can always tell when the pictures are taken when he’s in a gloomy mood: (a) Prompto will only use the Journey, Time or Dawn filters and (b) there are never any selfies, even when Noct asks him to.

- Bad Day Playlist: F | G | H | I | J


Gladiolus Amicitia

- He’s the kind of person who feels like he has no time to feel sorry for himself, so he basically throws himself even more into physical activity when upset. Whether it’s fighting monsters or going on seemingly endless hunts (or going through the Trial of Gilgamesh)…Gladio will do all this and more, almost always pushing himself to the brink of passing out, much to Iris’ chagrin.

- If it can’t really be helped, the Shield turns to writing about his thoughts and feelings. From poetry to fan fiction, this guy will spin sultry sonnets that will make even Shakespeare’s head spin (or stories that will make even the most straight-laced reader melt into a puddle of goo at the intensity of the smut he writes). He has quite the large following on Tumblr and Fanfiction.net as a result, entire communities of blogs being dedicated to all his writings.

- Three words can accurately describe Gladio’s entire comfort food list: meat, noodles, and booze. He’ll crave burgers, steaks…pretty much any thick cut of meat. Noodles are a given when it comes to him, chugging down at least three large servings of his beloved Cup Noodles at a time. No matter which he chooses to eat, this will always be accompanied by an ice-cold beer or six, depending on the intensity of his mood.

- When depressed and hit with massive writer’s block, Gladio will do one of three things. His first option is reading, immersing himself mostly in historical novels with the occasional erotic piece. If he isn’t in the mood to read, he will park himself in front of the television and binge-watch until he either falls asleep or gets inspired to write (he’s a low-key fan of K-dramas and soap operas thanks to Iris). The third option involves clubbing, drinking and…well, let’s just not disturb him.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-  In line with the Shield’s desire for physical activity, expect him to disappear for a few hours. He’ll be trekking around the area near the haven/outpost, going for a jog all over the place to clear his head. Looking around helps ground him and remind him of what else he’s fighting to protect. During the time that Noctis disappeared into the Crystal, Gladio went away for close to a month after completing a daemon hunt by Longwythe. When he came back, he passed out from exhaustion, bruises and new scars littering his person. As it turned out, he’d walked all over Lucis, only stopping to slay daemons, eat/drink, and relieve himself.

- Bad Day Playlist: K | L | M | N | O


Ignis Stupeo Scientia

- If Gladiolus is the one who feels like he has no time to feel sorry for himself, Specs literally has no time to do so. On bad days, music becomes his constant companion. Expect him to either have a set of Bluetooth earbuds plugged in or, in case he doesn’t have them on him, for Ignis to be humming to himself when he works. You know he’s having a particularly rough day when you can hear him singing (and damn, he’s got a hell of a voice on him), especially since he doesn’t normally sing in the presence of others.

- Theatre in general is something that can put Ignis in a good mood, whether from laughing at a particularly funny play or shedding a few tears during an emotional scene thanks to quality acting. When he was younger and there happened to be a show in Insomnia when he wasn’t particularly busy, his uncle would surprise him with premium tickets and they’d watch together. During the road trip, he’d content himself with watching the anniversary performances stored on his phone whenever they’d stop to rest.

- For Ignis, cooking is always a good way to take one’s mind off things. When he is in a funk, expect a seafood feast fit for the Astrals. Shellfish, trout, trevally…you name it, it’s there. For dessert, fluffy chiffon cake, chocolate-covered fruit and wine or cocktails.

- The comfort activity that never fails to surprise the other bros no matter how many times they’ve seen it is Ignis watching anime or reading manga. He’s actually a low-key fan of Studio Ghibli, together with the occasional josei and shoujo anime. Apart from the theatre performances stored in his phone, he has a few volumes of manga stored at a time, updating them whenever they stop by an outpost. He’s currently watching Koe no Katachi and reading Orange.

- If Ignis is having a bad day and isn’t in the mood to sit around, he will either do yoga or dance (usually contemporary or ballroom). How do you think he got so flexible? Specs will often find himself getting lost in the motions, whether he’s performing a particularly difficult set of poses or being drawn into the world of the song he’s dancing to.

- Bad Day Playlist: P | Q | R | S | T


BONUS!

- Cor is someone who draws or paints when he’s upset. His work revolves mainly around two themes: the scenery of Lucis and his past experiences (his trip to Accordo with Regis and the Trial of Gilgamesh, in particular). His skill has considerably grown over the years, the drawings and paintings now indistinguishable from photographs. ( U )

- Ravus is a writer like Gladio, but of music. The High Commander played the piano and violin as a child, much to Queen Sylva’s delight. He rarely touches the violin ever since he got his new arm, much to his chagrin. Ravus usually composes with his mother and sister in mind, the resulting songs being beautifully haunting and filled with a sense of longing. ( V )

- Lunafreya is one who wishes to be one with nature when feeling down. The sylleblossoms outside of Fenestala Manor have only grown more beautiful and numerous over the years thanks to her care. She also keeps a small garden at the balcony of her room in case she’s too unwell to go outside, the planters filled with more sylleblossoms, lilies, and orchids. ( W )


Thanks for reading through this! Hope you enjoyed it <3

EDIT: For some reason, the post didn’t tag properly. Fixed now!

I just really needed an XY&Z opening in Evangelion style focusing on Alain’s point of view so I made it

TBBT: The Gyroscopic Collapse (10x23)

If you haven’t watched, SPOILERS ahead!!!

Omg!!! 😲😲😲 Mayor episode for Shamy lovers here and a wonderful episode all around. It has lingered in my mind ALL day and threw me into total fangirl mode! 🚑 In my top 3 now, for sure!!! Some random thoughts will follow but mostly in-depth discussion of Pasadena's favorite power couple. Be forewarned, it will probably be like Sheldon’s list of Comic-Con guests. 😂 I will start with a short summary and then dive into it. If you just want the Shamy goodness, jump to 4.

1. Celebration around the kitchen island in 4A:

The episode starts with the gang all reunited in good spirits. Happiness was bubbling out as the guy’s boasted of their accomplishments, except for left out Raj. I couldn’t help feeling nostalgic at the view seeing that our favorite cast is close to being off the air during their usual summer hiatus and knowing there is one episode left this season. 😢 And while I’m looking forward to the next episode, I’m also drafting the hiatus. Also, I felt a bit sad that Raj can’t celebrate any accomplishment lately. I’ve said it before and will say it again, they need to do some justice to this character. Crossing fingers for the next 2 seasons for Raj. 

2. Next scenes:

While the girls spend time with Raj, the guys head to work. They are met with the disillusion that their project has been taken away from them after all the hard work. (That really does suck 😠). Seeing the guys return with their spirits deflated after having been so happy moments ago was crushing. Nothing ever goes quite right for our guys. 

In the meantime, we have learned that Raj is moving out and Amy has been offered the internship in Princeton. The guys return to share their bummer and after hearing Sheldon say he feels betrayed, Amy understandably clams up her news about the internship. (Her face throughout this whole scene says she was struggling with how to share this with Sheldon.) I am so glad for once no one let the secret out before she was ready to talk to Sheldon one on one.  

Raj’s news is shared and we learn that he will be moving into Bert’s garage. Not sure how I feel about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like Bert. But we have seen him various times in season 10 and in the meantime, I’m missing more action with Stuart and would love to see some of our other favorites guests. Where the hell are Wil and Kripke for example? I don’t know, mixed feeling. It could bring comedic value but I don’t think it will do much to develop Raj’s character more.

BONUS: Leonard’s line after entering the wrong apartment: She might disappear but she’s definitely not cleaning. LMAO!!!

3. Howardette, clingy and adorable:

Howie vents to his wife who tried to console him with Neil Diamond. He refuses thinking it will get Bernie “sexed up”. 😂 Bernadette's face reads more like “yeah, right”. The rest of the episode we get clingy Howard who wants to snuggle his wife to death and a Bernadette that cringes to his every effort.

It’s funny but oh-so-cute! 😍 I love all the shows couples and enjoy when the writers explore these real dynamics in a realistic but positive way because I believe that conflict can also be growth opportunities. (Which is why I’ve had too many issues to discuss here with the way they are writing Lenny this season. I’m surprised (and grateful) they didn’t have them argue this episode again.

Bernie decides to have an honest conversation with her hubby about it and discovers in the process that she is more similar to her husband than she initially thought and has dealt thru similar circumstances in not the healthiest ways either. 😒 Funny how in relationships we are quick to notice when our partner is somehow walking a slippery slope but can’t see it in ourselves.

BONUS: Bernadette shares with the girls how Howard wanted to get a mammogram at the same time as her like if it was a couple’s massage. Lol. Really creepy but so damn hilarious. 😂😂😂

4. The cat is out of the bag:

Amy’s making Sheldon breakfast in their apartment. Sheldon is still visibly down regarding the quantum gyroscope. She doesn’t have the heart to break the news to him although she certainly was preparing everything to have that conversation. 

Mayim’s acting out of this scene is as real as it can get. While the script kept it light it also needed to portray her struggle. She managed both effectively with her facial expressions, her voice and her timing which were all perfect. 

Sheldon is able to appreciate Amy’s care in her gesture of not only making him oatmeal but making his favorite kind, plain. There is significance there. Plain because he feels comfort in familiarity. She is his secure “spot”. Keep this in mind with what’s about to develop. He’s hit with the realization of just how important she is to his life. Now, we the fandom knew this. But this was, I feel, an a-ha moment for Sheldon where he compliments her with these 4 lines:

You are so kind. (She’s the sweetest cinnamon roll to pure for this world)
I don’t know how I ever got by without you. (She’s the dryer sheets of his heart)
I’ve come to realize, I’m completely dependent on you. (Awww, he needs her)
To wake up every morning and know you are there is a great comfort to me. (She’s his oatmeal)

How do you do it? (I feel he meant all of the above and not just the oatmeal.)

Those are some heavy love declarations!!! Write that on a postcard and you have the most romantic letter ever. 😉 Each of these lines is delivered with raw honesty by Jim. They are subtle, intentional and sweet. By now I’m not only watching this to be entertained, my feels begin to act out and I’m praying this won’t turn into another cruel Molaro joke because Amy has deserved this for a long time. Poor girl is trying to comfort Sheldon and humbly downplays each compliment, afraid of his reaction and knowing this will be hard for him. 

Amy could’ve gotten away with this if it had been the Sheldon of years ago. But this Sheldon is in love with Amy. 😏 And he still can’t read social clues well with other people but with Amy is different. He knows something is off as soon as she doesn’t show enthusiasm for their own experiment.

Has something changed? Is there something you are not telling?

And she finally breaks the news after a perfectly timed pause.

And now it’s him with a perfectly timed pause. His face, omg!!! 😢

You could read it all in 2 seconds and my heart broke for him. 💔 Thank goodness for good writing, I cried but giggled in the same breath.

BONUS: “You have to go. This is important… So are you….” 🚑🚑🚑

5. Sheldon has the Blues (in an apartment as empty as his heart):

Raj and Leonard find a harmonica playing Sheldon with the blues because “my baby done left me”. BTW, love that Texan cowboy accent anytime. 🔥 Hoo! The guys are sweet and try to help until Raj accidentally suggests Sheldon can go back to his old room leading to a hilarious moment. Leonard asked to speak to him in the hallway and slammed the door in his face, LMAO!!! 😂😂😂 Mean but effective.

I really appreciated in this scene Leonard and Sheldon sitting on the floor and having a “man to man” talk. We get to remember that in spite of their differences, these 2 really bond and love each other like true brothers. 😊 Leonard was compassionate and showed concern. Sheldon was so sad! Still being Sheldon, he took Leonard to mean he needed to trick Amy into staying though. 😆 So glad he didn’t go that route.

6.  Loving and Supportive Boyfriend:

Sheldon enters the apartment with a good quality luggage presenting it as a peace offering of sorts. 

We all know he hates gift giving which made my heart flutter thinking he left the empty apartment with harmonica in his pocket, went to a store and told an employee how his girlfriend had to leave and he wanted the best luggage they had for her.This is exactly what happened - That’s why he said the salesman at the store had told him the luggage could survive a crash. 

Then he carried down the street with all eyes on him and up the stairs thinking every step of the way of what he would say to be supportive and how much he wanted to make love to her because he would miss her. 😢😢😢 Let THAT sink in. 😭😭😭 

He opens by explaining to Amy Leonard had pointed out how he wasn’t always loving and supportive. (Take you own advice, Leonard. Sheldon has come a long way.) He then lets her know “It’s a wonderful opportunity and you need to take it”. He knows this is important for her and unselfishly decides to let her go freely, earning him a sincere kiss from Amy which he gently returned stroking her arms. tears, tears, tears…..

What followed was the moment the fandom has been waiting for… Sheldon wants to make love to her and IT’S NOT HER BIRTHDAY. Coitus just because he wants to be intimate and wants to please her and be pleasured. He needs her and wants to, using his words, “make love”! Can you hear that??? The sound of fangirls yelling simultaneously near a heart attack! 🚑🚑🚑 HE FREAKING LED HER TO THE BEDROOM!!! 😲 BY THE HAND!!! 😲 INSERT OVARIES EXPLODING HERE… 💣💣💣💥💥💥 

If that wasn’t enough, their frenzied lovemaking turned out to be a moment we all wanted. Loud enough for Raj, Lenny and us to hear. It may be weird but I so wanted that because we are all Penny. By what we heard, they were having fun and getting freaky! (Btw, the naughty vixen totally rode that cowboy! 😉 Sorry. 🙊🙈🙉) 

BONUS: I’m just warning you, if you find yourself 3000 miles away craving a hit of this, I can’t Skype it to you. 😂😂😂 

7. It’s so hard to say goodbye: 

Sweet Shelley, being the southern gentleman he is, walks Amy down the stairs. He takes that opportunity to go over what he needs from her to make this separation more bearable. He wants her to: 

  • Text when she’s at the airport 
  • Text when she’s at the gate 
  • Text if she find GOT actors
  • Skype when she gets there Skype every morning
  • Remember he’s proud of her and supports her
  •  And of course, if she runs into another version of him but with Thor hair… step away and call him asap 

What he’s really saying is you haven’t left yet and I already miss you. 😍

In summary, a perfect episode with funny moments, great cast interactions, some sarcastic zingers we love, but also lots of character development and some fluffy scenes. I’m also so happy it was finally about Amy and in a good way. Thank you writers! 👐 

Plus, being the Sheldon lover I am, gym parsons body will kill me. His butt when he walks aways from Amy at breakfast, his arms and chest when he is kissing her, his hands caressing her arms and back, and of course, his sexy face and eyes when he says “or, we can fold them”!!! Hot Damn, he is fine AF!!!

Things for the writers to think about going forward are: how will Raj do with his upcoming living arrangement and will they finally address the development of his character? Will Lenny continue in a good place? How will Shamy do with the long distance thing? Will this be another revelation for Sheldon once he misses her enough or will this be another disaster waiting to happen - (I think they can get through this)? What will happen with the guys’ project? What will Howard do now that his money making idea is no longer his thing? Aaaaand, where the hell is Stuart, lol? 


DM if you need me and please, no spoilers in the comments of this review. A very special thanks to my lovely friend @platypus-quacks-too for some of the gifs. Timing wasn’t on our side for our usual collab but I’m grateful for the talented @tbbt-faves - whom I’m collaborating with for the first time and allowed me to use her gifs in this review. I have been a fan and follower and I’m thankful for her work and to have her blessing in using most of the gifs in this review. Go follow these talented people.

Bye fandom!! I will once again go into hiding/ninja mode until the finale. Read you all after that. Love you all!! 

Just friends ~ Part one

Originally posted by choi-top-hyung

A/N ~ Ok so this chapter is short, I just wanted to set the scene before I pull at you heart strings with fluff and then yank it out of your chest with angst. Welcome to hell bitches, this is the beginning of your ends @tabis-eyebrows and @naanaa92

Theme ~ Best friend AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader

Featuring ~ Bigbang

Rated ~Fluff/Angst

Series Masterlist


You starred blankly at the computer screen sat in front of you while tapping your finger on the large oak desk trying to find some inspiration for your next article. Anything would do just to get your creativity flowing but nothing. not even a single word.

You slowly scanned the room hoping to derive something from the extravagant objects strung around your office. A single orchid on a small hall table against a bare wall, a Greek goddess statue in one corner, some kind of leafy indoor plant in the other corner, that you weren’t even sure if it was real as you had never seen anybody water it and a large painting hung from another wall.

Your eyes stopped on the painting and you tilted your head as you examined it. You loved art but you could never understand what the painting was trying to convey, you much preferred fine art to contemporary. To you it was just a bunch of parallel lines with a few colourful squares, nothing more. But you kept it across from your desk because Seung hyun had given it to you for your birthday.

You had met him and the other members of big bang when you had to interview them for the magazine you worked for, you and Seung hyun hit it off almost right away and over time you had become good friends. Your personalities fit perfectly, you were childish and loved to make others laugh, no matter what you looked like in the process. But you also had a darker side, a side you never liked to show anyone, instead opting to shut yourself away and Seung hyun understood that perfectly. He never pushed you into anything you didn’t want to do or make you talk about how you felt, he would just be there when you needed someone beside you, as you did with him. You smiled to yourself as your thoughts got lost in the memories of his bingu moments, trying to make you smile at the most inappropriate times.

You were snapped out of your trance by a knock on the door.

“Come in”

The door opened and in walked your boss. A balding man with a comb over, approaching his 50’s who always wore a suit and drove the most ridiculously expensive sports car you had ever seen, apart from Jiyongs. You were convinced that he was having a mid-life crisis but then again almost all of the business men you knew in Seoul were the same way.

“Ahh Miss _____ you look stunning as always”

He was always like this and it made you uncomfortable. Even though he had never actually done anything to be deemed inappropriate you couldn’t help but feel weary in his presence.

“Thank you. what can I do for you Mr Lee?”

“I wanted to talk about the last article you sent me”

“Is there a problem sir?”

He stepped closer towards your desk.

“The subject matter is fine, as a modern day magazine I don’t mind exploring new pathways but I feel..”

He paused as he slowly made his way around the room and sat on your desk, his body facing you, his knee brushed against your own and you shifted in your chair at the sudden contact.

“I feel like the quality of your writing was not as good. You see Miss _____ we need to engage our readers by telling them a story. We need to be as enthralled about the subject as if it were our own passion.”

“I’m sorry sir. I will rewrite the article and send it back to you right away”

A smirk formed across his lips.

“It’s ok _____-ssi but I think it’s best if we go over it together….just to make sure”

He lent forward placing his hand on your exposed knee. You stared at his hand for a while before looking back up at him wide eyed.

“O-of course Mr Lee”

“Good”

He gave your knee a little rub before removing his hand. he stood from the desk and made his way to the door.

“I will have my secretary call to book a time around your schedule” he said before leaving.


You opened the front door to your studio apartment and threw your keys and handbag on the corner lounge as you gazed out your balcony doors at the glittering city lights adorning the night sky and sighed.

“I had better get some work done”

You sat down at the dinner table and opened your laptop. you flicked through the files looking for the last article you had submitted when you heard a knock at the door.

You opened the door to find the members of Bigbang grinning back at you. Seungri and Daesung with arms full of food, Seung hyun clutching at a box full of what you could only assume was wine, while Jiyong and Taeyang stood empty handed.

“What are you guys doing here?” you asked as you furrowed your brow at them.

“Don’t tell me you forgot our date noona” asked Seungri with a cheeky grin

“Shut up Seungri. Are you going to let us in or would you like us to take our party else where?” Seung hyun asked while he pretended to walk away.

“Is it Friday already? Aish I’m so sorry, I completely spaced. I’ve just been so busy with work I totally forgot” you apologised as you opened the door wider allowing them to come inside.

“It’s ok noona, we can relate” Jiyong reassured you as he kissed you on the cheek and then entered the apartment.

“I can’t, how could you forget about us?” Seungri pouted at you.

“Seungri cut it out, she doesn’t need you bothering her with your horrible attempts at flirting” Seung hyun scolded as he pushed him out of the way and into the apartment. “But he is right” Seung hyun whispered to you with a grin as he went passed.

You closed the door behind them and began to clean up the table, removing your things so you could all sit down and eat.

“What are you working on?” Seung hyun asked pointing at your laptop while opening one of the many bottles of wine that he brought.

“Oh it’s nothing, I just have to redo one of my articles. Mr Lee thought it lacked passion” you said rolling your eyes and you heard Seung hyun tisk. He never liked your boss and told you on many occasions.

“What’s it about?” Daesung asked genuinely interested.

“The modern art scene in Seoul and some up and coming artists” you replied.

“Oh why don’t you get hyung to help you?” Jiyong asked.

“I personally know he would love to help you” Seungri said with a cheeky grin, Seung hyun hit him across the back of the head as he placed the wine bottle on the table and went to the kitchen bringing back some wine glasses.

“It’s ok, Mr Lee wants to work on it with me”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” Seung hyun said through gritted teeth as he focused on pouring the wine into the glasses.

“And why not?” you asked raising your eye brows.

“Because he’s a creep and he has a major thing for you” Seung hyun said with a tightly clenched jaw.

“Ah, you’re over reacting. He’s my boss, it’s not like that” You said shaking your head.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you and I don’t like it, this is a bad idea” Seung hyun said in a stern voice.

“Well I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself, besides he’s my boss, it’s not like I can just say no. It’s fine, really” you said assuringly.

“Just promise me you wont be alone with him, I don’t trust him” Seung hyun sighed as he slid one of the glasses towards you.

“I think that’s just the comb over hyung” Jiyong joked causing everyone to laugh.

“Shall we eat?” you said trying to change the subject, you couldn’t promise him something you knew you would have to break. He was your boss and you had your own office, you were bound to be alone with him, in fact you were this afternoon and nothing happened, not really.

The six of you sat around for what seemed like hours eating, drinking and laughing at the guys tour stories, which mostly consisted of Seungri making a fool out of himself some way or another.

“Noona, you should take some time off and come with us one time” Taeyang suggested.

“It would be fun but, I don’t want to deal with all those crazy girls that follow you around all the time” you laughed.

“Well how about a weekend away at Jeju?” Jiyong asked with his famous gummy smile.

“Great idea hyung, how about this weekend?” Seungri chimed.

“But I have so much to do, I have to finish my next article plus, go back and fix the other one” you said biting your lip, you couldn’t deny you were tempted. You had been working a lot lately and had barely had any time to have fun and be you.

“I thought you said Mr Lee was going to help you with that” Daesung asked.

“Well yes but, I wanted to have it done before hand, to show him that I’m capable of handling it. It’s hard being a foreign woman in Seoul, I have to prove myself more then anyone else”.

“Ok well how about you come with us tomorrow, we will give you some time to work on whatever you need to work on and we can hang out in between and just to sweeten the pot, we will even pay for the whole weekend” Jiyong said fluttering his eyes at you.

“Ah, ok. But, you have to promise to let me work when I need to” you said pointing a finger at him and he gasped.

“Of course” Jiyong said with a over the top shocked look like he was offended.

“Well it’s a deal then, I guess we should head home and get some rest for the big weekend” Taeyang said as he got out of his chair, the others followed one by one heading to the door, Seung hyun last with you trailing behind him. When you got to the door Seung hyun stopped and turned to face you.

“Don’t work late tonight, we’ll come by to pick you up at seven” he smiled at you as he placed his hand on your arm.

“I promise I wont work late, see you tomorrow” you smiled back at him.

anonymous asked:

If your still taking reguest could you maybe do one like " are you jealous of her?" It's ok if you already did one of these just send me the link.😁 P.S i love your blog.

Ah, sorry for taking so long!! I’ve been meaning to get to this for a while, but life. I hope you like it!! It get’s much better towards the end, I wrote the start when I was in a writing slump. 

Also I’m pretty sure you wanted nalu? 

And thank you!!! I’m really happy you love my blog!! :) 

Words: 1391

Pairing: Nalu


Lucy bit her lip as she stared at the scene in front of her, tucking her hair behind her ear before clutching her book with a tight grip. Her heart ached, wanting what was in front of her.

Well, not exactly, what was in front of her. 

She was happy for Gajeel and Levy, they were adorable together and they made each other happy, and they deserved to be happy. With a sigh, she opened up her book, one of her favourites, with the intention to re-read it for what felt like the millionth time.

“Hey, Lucy!” A loud and happy voice called and she moved her eyes to the owner who was slipping into the seat next to her. The first thing that caught her attention was his smile, wide and sharp canines visible, slight dimples at the corners of his mouth. She chewed the inside of her cheek to stop herself from drooling, his smile one of her favourite qualities about him. She moved her gaze upward meeting his eyes, green and breathtaking with the way they shined when he was happy, and turned to emerald when he was deep in thought or focused on something. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips on impulse, feeling her throat go dry at the sight of him. 

“Hey, Natsu,” she smiled at him, flipping the page in her book to make it look like she was reading. She could never concentrate around him anymore, something that frustrated her to no end. She hadn’t been able to make much headway in her novel because of it.

A hand reached out and grabbed the book from her, and she turned her head to look at him again, exasperation running through her. “Natsu,” she whined, waving her hand out toward her book, wanting it back. He just held it higher, grin wide and eyes filled with mischief. “Gimme back my book!” Her arm shot out, missing her book, so she stood up to reach it, but he just jumped from his seat and ran off, cackling.

“Stupid Natsu,” grumbling, Lucy went to the bar for a strawberry milkshake from Mira, not feeling up to the task of retrieving her book. She’d get it later.

“Hey Lucy,” Mira greeted cheerily, handing her her milkshake, “I saw Natsu was in an energetic mood today. I wonder why.” The white-haired mage hummed, a twinkle in her eyes as she smiled at Lucy before turning to give Cana another beer. 

Lucy took a gulp of her milkshake, the cool strawberry flavour refreshing as it travelled through her throat. Her eyes made their way to Gajeel and Levy once again, sighing as she heard them laugh as Levy swatted at Gajeel for something Lucy didn’t know. She chewed on her straw, a pang ran through her at the sight, envying the way Levy’s face lit up every time Gajeel walked into the room, or all the late night conversations Lucy had with her friend about something romantic Gajeel had done.

“Lucy!” Cana yelled, moving to take a seat next to the blonde and throwing her arm around Lucy’s shoulders. Lucy’s nose scrunched up when she got a whiff of Cana’s breath, the beer and whiskey more potent than usual. “Whatcha looking at?”

Lucy felt her cheeks heat up as she quickly averted her gaze to her milkshake, deciding to not even answer her drunk friend.

“Ohh?” Cana’s voice spiked, and Lucy knew a smirk was forming on Cana’s face. “Spying on our resident newlyweds?” Lucy’s eyes rolled at the use of ‘newlyweds’, knowing full well Levy didn’t want to get married for at least two more years.

“Why would I be doing that?” Lucy questioned, voice defensive. She sat up straight and pushed her shoulders back, but couldn’t help her leg from shaking.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re jealous of them?” Lucy huffed as she turned to face Cana, standing up and downing the rest of her milkshake. She stuck out her tongue at Cana, something she knew was very childish but did it anyways. She turned swiftly on her heel before marching out of the guild, ignoring Cana’s laughter and her call of ‘well? Are you?’

“Why would I be jealous?” she mumbled, kicking a rock that was in her path on her walk home. She figured she could grab a different book, clear her mind, then go back to the guild and be happy and laugh about silly things with her friends. That hope came crashing down when she heard a voice calling her name and she felt her shoulders tense before stopping in her path, plastering a friendly smile on her face, and turning to her best friend.

“Lucy!” Natsu called, coming to a halt in front of her while waving around her book, “I thought you woulda chased after me. Isn’t this your favourite book?” he tilted his head to the side as he looked at her, eyes quizzical.

Shrugging her shoulders, Lucy sighed, “I’m just tired today. Didn’t feel like chasing you just for a silly book,” it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. She didn’t want to face her feelings by being alone with the dragon slayer any more than necessary. 

Natsu pouted, handing her her booked before crossing his arms and staring at her with a hurt look on his face, “are you bored of me?” 

Lucy jerked in surprise at the question, not expecting it. “Wh-what? No! Of course not!”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” His voice was demanding, but also a bit sad. She felt a rush of guilt—she didn’t realize she had been avoiding him that much.

“I haven’t—I’m sorry Natsu. I didn’t think I was doing it that much.” Shifting her eyes downward, her hands found her key ring and she began to absentmindedly play with it.

“Whaddaya mean ‘that much’? So you were avoiding me?”

She sucked in a breath as she realized her mistake and looked up at him again, not knowing how to answer him. She could write all kinds of stories, knowing exactly what to say, but when it came to Natsu, she always found herself tongue tied and her mind wiped blank. “I, uhh…yes.” she figured the best thing to do was just admit it. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“Why?” Natsu questioned, the hurt in his voice all too apparent now, and she felt a pang in her heart. His eyebrows were furrowed and his hands fell from his chest to hang limply at his side.

She took a deep breath, finally reaching her breaking point and no longer able to hold back her feelings, “because I like you Natsu,” she turned her head, not able to look at him as she told him, finally told him, how she felt. “I like you as so much more than my best friend, or as my partner. And I can’t stand seeing other couples happy because I want what they have. I want that with you. And I just—I can’t be around you right now because you probably don’t feel the same way and—”

Lips.

Her words were cut off by his lips clumsily finding their way to hers. She stood stocked, not responding at first, but then she felt him start to pull away and she didn’t ever want him to let go, so she pushed herself into him, hands finding their way to the back of his neck gently. Her eyes closed as she moved her mouth against his, the feel of chapped and warm lips delicious against her own. She tasted mint, with hints of something spicy. 

When her lungs were filled and she needed to breathe she pulled back slowly, eyes opening to see his still closed but with a small on his face, and she felt her heart explode. She let out an airy laugh when she saw his eyes open and the small smile turn into a goofy grin. His forehead came to rest on hers, the two of them utterly content in that moment in time.

“Still gonna avoid me?” he asked, a joking tone in his voice.

She laughed, giving his lips a quick peck in response. His grin turned wolfish, latching his lips onto hers once more. 

She had never felt so happy.

Hair dye.

hi! could you write an imagine with daryl where he find some dyeing for hair and gave it to the reader (you can choose the color) because he knows that before the apocalypse she used to dyed it, and it’s all really fluff? thanks!

(A/N): This may be kind of inaccurate, I’ve never dyed my hair —well, I did once but it was with crepe paper (lol ikr wtf)— but I watched some tutorials on youtube, and this seems to be pretty much what happens… Also, I’m sorry that the titles have been so lame lately (i mean, they’ve always been, but i think they’re worse now) i have like no creativity lol. Still, I hope you like it! 💕


You arrived at the prison with one single backpack hanging from your shoulders, and you arrived at Alexandria with that same backpack. When the outbreak started, you grabbed everything you thought you might need and tucked it all inside a red backpack that had now lost its colour and gained a lot of gashes.

No one ever knew what you carried inside, you always kept it under your bed and no one dared to even go near it. Except Daryl Dixon.

One day, he wanted to borrow one of your knives. It was a very fine knife that you had snatched from a well-dressed walker, it was sharp and got the job done in milliseconds. Daryl went into your room and you weren’t there, but your backpack was. It was sitting on your bed, instead of under it —as usual— so he felt really curious about it. He wondered if your knife was in there, so he pulled the zipper open.

He reached inside and the first thing he grabbed was a book. He watched the cover, and then he opened it, scanning through the pages. He was starting to wonder why it had no pictures in it, when a little piece of paper fell, and he picked it up. It was a polaroid picture, it was you and your family at the beach, having fun and smiling for the picture. Daryl noticed something about it, you looked different, but the quality of the picture wasn’t good enough for him to notice it right away. He took the picture closer to his face and squinted his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you asked from the doorway. He dropped the picture in surprise.

“You had blue hair?” he turned around and asked you in an amused voice. You saw the picture on the floor and rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you said when you heard him laughing. You picked up the picture and looked at it. “I miss it, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it was pretty, wasn’t it?” you showed him the picture again.

“I guess,” he shrugged. “Can I borrow your knife?”

You put the picture back inside your backpack and closed it, then you threw it under the bed, where it was supposed to be.

“Where are you going?” you asked, as you opened the drawer of your nightstand.

“You know, making the rounds with Aaron, but he wants to check some of the old buildings we haven’t checked,” he grabbed the knife you were handing to him. “It’s always good to have one of these in your pocket, you know?”

“Yeah, well, take care of it,” you said.

“Will do, Smurfette,” he said and walked away.

“Lame!” you yelled as he walked out of your room.

Daryl got in the car with Aaron and they drove off towards the buildings that Aaron wanted to check. They were old and overrun by walkers, so they couldn’t quite see what the building used to be in better days.

“Let’s go inside,” Aaron said as he pulled over.

“There’s a lot of ‘em,” Daryl told him, nodding his head at the walkers that where roaming around the building. “We should take ‘em down from here.”

“Don’t you think the sound of the guns will call for more?”

“Who said anything about guns?” Daryl pulled out his crossbow and opened the door. He aimed at the walkers and an arrow pierced their rotting heads.

“What happens when you run out of arrows?” Aaron asked him.

“Then we’ll go inside,” he said and shot another arrow.

Daryl took his last arrow and it went through a walker’s head, right between the eyes.

“Let’s go,” he said and Aaron followed him.

They went inside, carefully, but noticed that there weren’t many walkers left. Just a couple of them, which Aaron took down.

“I think it’s a…” Aaron looked around.

“Drugstore,” Daryl grabbed a bag he found on the floor and started taking every single thing he found. They had to take everything, specially if you had to share half of it with the Saviours.

They left most of the shelves empty, the ones that had medicines and all. But Daryl saw the ‘Hair products’ sign hanging at the back, and that one was still full. He ignored the sounds of walkers back there and ran towards it.

“Daryl, let’s go!” Aaron said in a hushed roar.

Daryl was about to grab one of the hair dye boxes when six walkers pushed the shelf down from the other side. It fell over Daryl and he couldn’t push it off, it was too heavy.

The growling of walkers surrounded him as they fell to their knees and tried to bite him. He reached for your knife and killed one of them, but the others kept coming at him.

Aaron ran towards the scene and shot them. Their bodies fell over Daryl.  He pulled the shelf off as Daryl got out from under it.

Daryl saw some of the boxes scattered on the ground, most of them had been crushed by the shelf and the others were still under it, so he took one of the few that he could reach.

“What the hell, man?” Aaron asked between breaths as he got on his feet.

“Thanks for that,” Daryl said and stood up from the ground.

“Why did you come back here? What the hell is that?” he asked as he pointed at the box that Daryl was holding.

“Just shit, man, let’s get outta here,” he waved him off, but before he could walk away, Aaron grabbed his hand. He looked at the box and then at Daryl.

“Oh, okay, I’m sure it will look good on you” he nodded and started walking back to the exit.

“It’s not for me,” he said, but Aaron was already too far to hear.

It was already dark when they arrived at the safe zone. Daryl gave his bag to Aaron so he could leave it at the pantry, and he headed back home.

He knocked on your door, even thought it was open, and he saw you sitting on your bed, reading your book.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, you’re back!” you closed your book and left it on your nightstand. “I want my knife back.”

He chuckled and gave it to you after wiping the blood off on his clothes.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Sure,” you grabbed it and put it back on your nightstand.

“I got something for you,” he told you.

“What is it?”

He gave you the box. “Sorry, they didn’t have your tone.”

You laughed as you looked at the box. It was pink hair dye.

“Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“I just thought you looked pretty, why don’t you dye it again?”

“Sure, that would be cool,” you said. Daryl nodded and started walking away. “Where are you going?”

“Uh, well—”

“Aren’t you gonna help me dye it?”

“Me?” he scowled.

“Well, it was your idea!”

“Alright,” he shrugged and went back inside.

You walked to the bathroom as you read the instructions, and Daryl pretended to be listening carefully as he pulled random things out of the box, wondering what they where for.

“Why is this shit all sticky?” he asked with a grimace.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to touch that,” you said. “That’s why there are gloves inside.”

Daryl wiped whatever he had touched on his vest and shook his hand to get rid of it.

You leaned over the sink and let water run through your hair, that had been the first step in the instructions.

“Now, mix those two and shake the container,” you told Daryl, pointing at the bottles that he had pulled out of the packaging.

He opened one of the bottles, the one with the dye, and smelled it. He pulled it away and grimaced.

“Smells like shit,” he said.

“Why would you even smell it?” you laughed at his face.

He proceeded to do as you had said, and handed you the final product.

“But…” you didn’t grab the bottle he was giving you. “I can’t really see my head from behind, so I won’t know what parts I’m not covering. Could you do it?”

You lied, all you wanted was Daryl to touch your hair and stay there with you.

He scowled, and you knew you were hurting his manhood by asking him that.

“No,” he said.

“Please?” you smiled sweetly, and he gave you an exasperated look. “Pretty please?”

He looked at you for a moment, picturing how you would look with a new hair colour, and that was something he couldn’t miss.

“Alright,” he gave in.

Daryl squeezed the bottle and the dye hit you so harshly that some of it went through your hair and hit your neck.

“Uh, sorry,” he said as he wiped it off your neck and roughly smeared it on your scalp, pulling your hair —and face— back.

“Did you put the gloves on?” you asked.

“What gloves?”

“The ones that came in the package,” you chuckled, knowing he had not put the gloves on.

“Why? Is this toxic or something?”

“I don’t think so, but your hands are gonna be pink for like a week.”

“Oh,” he looked down at his hands. “Fuck.”

Daryl finished spreading the dye on your hair, and your ears, and some on your neck.

“Now, we have to wait like half an hour until it sets,” you said, looking at yourself on the mirror.

Daryl rushed to the sink and pushed you to the side; he rinsed his hands, and pink water went down the drain, but his hands were still pink.

“It’s not coming off!”

“I told you to wear the gloves!”

“No, you didn’t! You told me until I had all this pink shit on my hands!” he kept trying to scrape the dye off. “Fuck, I even scratched my goddamn nose!”

He was right, he had a pink spot on his nose.

Half an hour went by quickly, you were having too much fun watching Daryl desperately trying to get his hands back to their original colour.

“So, all we have to do now is rinse it, and I’ll have pink hair!” you said with excitement, and even if Daryl wasn’t happy about his pink hands and nose, he was excited about your hair as well.

You leaned over the sink again and let the water wash off the dye, while Daryl leaned on the doorway, waiting for the results.

“So… How do I look?” you turned around to face Daryl.
“It’s… Really pink,” was all he said. You were a little disappointed at his response.

“I know, but how do I look?”

“You look…” he searched for the word to say. He wanted to say ‘gorgeous’, or ‘stunning’, or even a classic ‘beautiful’, but he almost shook his head at the mere thought of saying that to your face. “Pretty.”

He felt like his face was burning from saying that, his cheeks felt on fire.

You smiled, and felt like you were blushing yourself.

He was about to walk out of the bathroom, when you went to him and got on your toes, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pecked the pink spot on his nose.

“Thanks,” you smiled and walked away.

Daryl was still standing at the doorway, so he could see himself in the mirror. Now he was certain that his face was red, and that way his nose didn’t look so pink. He smiled faintly, remembering what had just happened. Daryl went back to his room, knowing that risking his life for that little box of hair dye had definitely worth it.

pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

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