sorry he is not my favorite dog

Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
  2. “How long have you been standing there?”
  3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
  4. “Who gave you that black eye?”
  5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
  6. “I just like proving you wrong.”
  7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  8. “Forget it. You fucking suck.”
  9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
  10. “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
  11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
  12. “I’m pregnant.”
  13. “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
  14. “Take. It. Off.”
  15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
  16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
  17. “Stop it! It tickles!”
  18. “It’s okay to cry…”
  19. “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
  20. “D..did you just make that noise?”
  21. “He’s a bad kisser.”
  22. “You can scream if you want.”
  23. “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
  24. “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
  25. “One of them’s missing.”
  26. “Save some for me.”
  27. “Oh, fuck off.”
  28. “You’re still mad?”
  29. “Come over here and make me.”
  30. “You better watch yourself.”
  31. “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
  32. “Why did we have to have kids?”
  33. “Call on Line 1”
  34. “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
  35. “I’m done! You can fix it!”
  36. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  37. “Where did he go?”
  38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.”
  39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”
  40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
  41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”
  42. “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
  43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”
  44. “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
  45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”  
  46. “I thought you were dead!”
  47. “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
  48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
  49. “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
  50. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
  51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  
  52. “You just wanted them because the light up.”
  53. “That wasn’t very subtle.”
  54. “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
  55. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
  56. “I don’t do hugs.”
  57. “Don’t talk anymore.”
  58. “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
  59. “How do I even put up with you?”
  60. “I said get rid of it.”
  61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
  62. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
  63. “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
  64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
  65. “I have a secret.”
  66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”
  67. “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
  68. “He’s four years old!!”
  69. “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
  70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
  71. “Me and the boys will handle it.”
  72. “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
  73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
  74. “You’re a dork, just like your father.”
  75. “Mind if I join you?”
  76. “Daddy!”
  77. “I lost our child.”
  78. “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
  79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
  80. “There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
  81. “I’ll take care of it.”
  82. “I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
  83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
  84. “Come on, baby, up to bed.”
  85. “They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
  86. “Am I scaring you?”
  87. “Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
  88. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
  89. “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
  90. “Trust me.”
  91. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”
  92. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”
  93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
  94. “Did they hurt you?”
  95. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
  96. “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
  97. “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
  98. “Don’t shut me out.”
  99. “You got a cute butt.”
  100. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
  101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
  102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
  103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
  104. “…or we can chill in our underwear.”
  105. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
  106. “Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
  107. “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
  108. “Have you seen my contacts?”
  109. “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
  110. “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
  111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
  112. “Is he coming home?”
  113. “I prefer blondes.”
  114. “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
  115. “I let you win.”
  116. “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
  117. “Can I do your hair?”
  118. “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
  119. “I told you not to jump on the bed!”
  120. “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
  121. “Ready or not, here I come.”
  122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”
  123. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
  124. “Happy new year!”
  125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
  126. “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
  127. “It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
  128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
  129. “I’ll give you a massage.”
  130. “You fell asleep in the tub?!”
  131. “Are you doodling?”
  132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
  133. “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
  134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
  135. “Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
  136. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
  137. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
  138. “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
  139. “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
  140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
  141. “Use your words.”
  142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
  143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
  144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”
  145. “I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
  146. “You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
  147. “Look! Fireflies!”
  148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
  149. “I just need ten minutes.”
  150. *Make Your Own*

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In Defense of the Misunderstood Hero, Mori Ougai

I’m sure many would raise eyebrows when they read the title because, Mori? A hero?

Many people portrayed Mori as a sadistic devil, but in no canon situation has Mori ever shown any sadistic tendency (like Dazai has). In fact, I’d say he’s the reverse of that. He took care of Elise very well, despite/even though she’s his own ability. He never once has hurt people for the sake of hurting people.

In fact whenever he didn’t have any business to take care of, his true personality shone through and it was not of a cold, heartless man with no conscience. Rather it was one full of dorkiness and gentle patience. Here, he even contacted Ango (who was sweating bullet because holy shit he’s being called by the fucking boss of Port Mafia) just to ask what color of dress will fit Elise more.

(For the love of anything holy I’ve scoured Ango and Oda’s tag in tumblr yet I can’t find it. It’s the extra DVD comic featuring Buraiha trio drinking and talking shit about Mori. In exchange, have these dorky dad and son interacting;

First thing first, I will give you what I think is the most important fact about Mori. Look at his line in this scene

Now this is his true nature; his main motivation for doing everything he did. The good of the organization.

At no point has Mori’s action ever benefit only himself. At every instance he appeared in the story, he’s doing something for the Mafia and for Yokohama. The only self-centered thing he has ever done was asking Elise to wear what he wanted her to wear and that’s moot point anyway since she’s his Ability and presumably modeled after his ‘ideal’ little girl.

In this scene, he saved four members of ADA and even gave Atsushi an important lesson. Why would he do such a thing when he could literally immobilize Anne and Lucy by bloodlust alone? He could have let her take Tanizaki and Atsushi, then pressure her to let him out with his memory intact. Not to mention that his Ability, Elise, was waiting just outside, standing by ready to break him out any time.

If he does this, not only he will go free with the memory of the attack and thus the secret of Anne’s Room, he would also take care of not one but three ADA agents. Rather, he chose to save all of them plus every single person Anne has swallowed in the Dark Room.

Now here;

This is the scene where he took over as boss. The fact that the Old Boss was bedridden and hallucinating while seemingly so thin, also from the way he was narrated by Hirostu in episode 21, implicate that his condition was something he contracted at a long period of time rather than it being something sudden.

Notice the circumstance in which he did it. Mori only killed the boss after he issued the order that would bring destruction not only to the Mafia but also to the city and nation at large, killing many people whether criminal or innocent. He didn’t do it before even though he could have.

By becoming the biggest bad of the bad, he resolved himself to take care of the light from the shadows. And this is important because if he hadn’t stepped in at that time either the Old Boss would have burnt Yokohama down or another heinous criminal would have taken over and brings the nation down with them.

He is protecting Yokohama by not letting people worse than him to take control of its biggest criminal organization. Notice what Kouyou think about him;

She supported him because of this too. She knew what it felt like to under one of those leaders that cared only for money and power like the Old Boss. Kouyou will not support people if all they brought with them was suffering and death the way she was forced to feel when her dearest was taken away from her. Under Mori’s reign, our queen Kouyou pledge her loyalty not to him but the kinder way he brought.

It can also be seen in this scene.

Mori could have taken effort to keep Kouyou there, but his tone and body language are open. He knew that Kouyou can go anytime and he’s not fighting to keep her there; Kouyou decided to stay on her own free will and he is appreciative of knowing he had a single ally he can absolutely trust on who also knew of his true motivation.

In this scene

It was made clear that he respect the Old Boss, so much that the death of a hundred subordinate made him embarrassed.  He’s not upset that he lost some underlings, he’s upset that he lost them without a good reason to justify their death. A miscalculation has taken a hundred of his soldiers.

And you might think his reaction to this is rather cold, but remember that all of them were members of the mafia. All of them are criminals who would be executed if they fall into the hands of the police and they also knew what they’re getting into when they joined the Organization.

You can probably say what he did to Odasaku was horrible, sure. But it was expected for the boss of the Mafia to do so. (further reading for this topic)

But you have to admit it was a stroke of utter genius. With the gifted Business Permit and no longer fearing the government, Mori would be freer to take down opposing criminal organization that might bother the peace. Rather, he focused the Mafia to expanding its power and outwardly he did so, like this there will be very little chance for either a rebellion or an enemy organization attacking them in their HQ. This would also mean less threat to Yokohama.

Fukuzawa’s remark in this was absolutely true. Not only between the two organization but also for him and Mori specifically. Mori loved Yokohama, enough to dip into the darkest of dark to protect it. And Fukuzawa knew it too because look at his line here

In this, it can be said that he didn’t want a war to break in Yokohama that might disturb its peace. But then why say ‘balance’?

This is because Fukuzawa knew the extent of his subordinate’s strength also that they will be able to kill Mori if they go all out. This is what he feared the most. While if he died, the Agency can be well-taken care of in Kunikida’s hand, once Mori’s dead there’s no one to reign in the Port Mafia and keep it from wreaking havoc, thus destroying the balance of Yokohama city into what it was before; the Dragon Head Rush. (you might want to read the novel of dark era to really grasp the situation. But basically it was a gang war that led to many victims including the families of Odasaku’s orphans)

More than that, the people who might succeed Mori would not be as kind as him. They might do what the Old Boss did and try to burn Yokohama down.

And this, I think, is also the main reason why Mori sent Dazai away from the Mafia. It is, of course, easy to assume what Dazai remarked about Mori’s intention in chapter 30/episode 21 to be the truth; that he did it to remove a threat to his position.

But is this the whole story?

The fact that he kept Dazai’s spot empty rather than choosing someone else to fill it was a paradox if you were to look at him from the angle of a man hungry for power. He has anticipated Dazai’s return, was so sure of it in fact that he sacrificed monetary and workload gains of having another Executive. If he wanted Dazai back in the first place, then why drive him out of the Mafia and into the ADA?

For now, imagine what would have happened if Dazai took over as the Boss if he’s still the same man he was before Oda’s death. Cruel, ruthless and uncaring for people’s life as he was, he would have gone into the same track as the Old Boss and destroys Yokohama as his mental health eroded. Not even Odasaku would be able to save him from himself at this point.

This is also why he asked Dazai back to the Mafia after taking such extreme methods to drive him out. Of course there are another reason, that is he needed his right hand back to drive out the Guild as he remarked.

But the main reason why he asked back after all this time was because there are people in ADA who have taught him about having something worth loving and worth protecting.

Mori felt that Dazai has learnt enough about the light and why it is something worth protecting. With it, when Dazai inevitably take his seat as the Boss of Port Mafia, Dazai would be able to follow his legacy as the Darth Vader of Bungou Stray Dogs and The Dark Knight of Yokohama. This is Mori’s special way of grooming Dazai to become his successor.

All this was so Dazai can be his successor and not the Old Boss’.

Conclusion for those who are too lazy to read 2000+ words of Mori being awesome: no, Mori is not an evil incarnate born to manipulate everyone to his own amusement.

If anything, he’s the greatest hero of the story. The same way the ADA is protecting the city and Japan from the light, Mori is protecting it from the shadows. With the balance that has been made between him and Fukuzawa, it is imperative that he keep doing what he did, or the balance will fall and Yokohama condemned into a lake of fire.

Asagiri Kafka is truly an exceptional writer. They made Mori into this all-bad boss of the Mafia while slipping in his real face every so often. Here is the author who made every character complex and with their own motivation. What made you think they’ll make the ‘villain’ as simple as a man existing just to be a villain?

Even Fitzgerald and Fyodor got development and reasoning for doing what they did, but the difference is they’re arc-villain and not whole story-villain like Mori. Their reign will be over with their arc, but Mori’s will live as long as BSD continues, so it’s imperative that they got their development and exposition early on so the readers can sympathize with them.

Thus I concluded my exposition of the anti-hero that has been protecting Yokohama all this time not by bathing in sunlight but by submerging himself in blood yet capable of keeping his head out of it depth; Mori Ougai.

SPOILERS

All of my favorite BatB2017 quotes, in somewhat chronological order.  Feel free to add some if you want!

  • “Every prince, every dog has his day…" 
  • "Where did you run off to this week?" 
  • "It’s not going to happen, ladies." 
  • "You are the wildest, most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.  Nobody deserves you." 
  • "Not that one, but you know……books." 
  • "It’s alright, Philipe, just a bit of snow….in June…" 
  • "Ah, a man of taste!” “He was talking about me!" 
  • "Mum said not to move, because it might be scary.  Sorry.” “…It’s alright.” (Runs the hell away) 
  • “Belle, he means forever!  Apparently that’s what happens when you pick a flower!" 
  • "A life sentence for a rose?” “I received eternal damnation for one!" 
  • "Don’t be afraid.” “I’m not afraid…and I will escape, I promise." 
  • ”‘Once this door closes, it will not open again! Rawr!’ I know, he is so dramatic!“ 
  • "How can I be strong when you make me so weak…?" 
  • “A broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami, but this is not one of those times.”
  • "I have no taste buds but I can tell this is exquisite!" 
  • "Ah, quietly, sotto voce.  Of course…are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry?" 
  • “Too much?” “Yyyyyyyep.”
  • "Is that fair?” “I don’t care." 
  • “G-A-S-T…I believe there’s another T…it just occurred to me that I’m illiterate and never had to spell it out loud before…”
  • “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I don’t get it.”
  • "How in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure?" 
  • "Think of the one thing you’ve always wanted.  Now find it in your mind’s eye and feel it in your heart." 
  • “Was that a joke?  Are you making jokes now?”
  • “The air is blue and keen and cold…”
  • “Easy to remember, harder to move on, knowing the Paris of my childhood…is gone…”
  • All of Evermore.  All of it.
  • "There’s a beast running wild, there’s no question; but I fear the wrong monster’s released…" 
  • “This is dangerous.” “Yes.  Yes it is.”
  • "And you must be his grandmother!” “Grandmother?! ATTACK!" 
  • "Sorry, old friend.  It’s hero time." 
  • "I’m coming, my darling…the fat lady is siIIIIIIinging!" 
  • “Little boys…be free, be free, be freeeeeee!”
  • "How d’you like your tea?  Piping hot, or boiling?" 
  • "Silence that 'arpsichord!" 
  • "You’re too good for him, anyway.  What do you say we get back to it?" 
  • "I am not a beast." 
  • “Amore, no!  Don’t leave me…”
  • “It was—an honor to—serve with y….”  “…the honor…was mine.” 
  • “Turn back into a clock, turn back into a clock…”
  • “How do you feel about growing a beard?” (and what came after)
  • “Nature points the way, nothing left to say…”
“Do We Have To?”

Summary: Bucky keeps ripping your panties. You take him to Victoria`s Secret to buy some more.

Word Count: 460

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluffiness, illusions to smut

A/N: okay, my first fic got a lot of love, so i wrote this fluffy drabble! please leave feedback! drop a request in my ask box if you want! ill tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom. *Part 2 is posted*


Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Bucky! C’mon you know that was my last pair!”

 “I’m sorry baby. I just couldn’t wait. I will buy you all new pairs. I promise!” Bucky used his classic puppy dog eyes and signature pout. He knew you could never say to him when he made that face.

 “Fine. But we are going now. Let’s go, get your pants back on. I`ll be in the car.”

 “B-but y/n, if you can’t tell I gotta little problem. Just please we can have a quickie then we can go.”

 “No Bucky, we are leaving now, if you`re good then I might make it up to you in the new lingerie I will be buying!”

“Oh Doll, now you`re speakin` my language! Let’s go!”    

One Car Ride Later…

               Bucky walked in to Victoria`s secret not realizing what he had just gotten himself into. He was overwhelmed with the amount of lace and silk in every corner of the store. He had no idea that there were that many styles of panties! He didn’t understand how girls could walk around with strings up their asses all day. He was scared, confused, and intrigued all at once.

 “Bucky, baby, this way. I need to pick out the ones over here. You can help me if you want.”

You spoke with a smirk on your face. You knew he was going to go crazy over the styles you picked. His favorite pair you have ever owned were the lace cheekies he ripped on your first time being intimate together.

  “D-doll, there are so many colors and styles. Just pick whatever you want, y/n. I will gladly buy them. Maybe you should get this.”

He picked up a lacey black corset that went with a silk robe. You knew the exact reason he picked the outfit. Your two-year anniversary was coming up and he had planned on a fancy dinner and not leaving the bed for the rest of the night and the following day.

You giggled quietly, pulling the outfit from his hands to add to your haul. You had picked out some boy shorts, cheeky panties you knew he already loved, a couple lace thongs knowing he would be very much into them, and of course panties just for your period. No one wears fancy panties on their period!

 “Okay babe, you ready to go? I think I have everything I need.”

You started walking over to the cashier when Bucky stopped you to whisper into your ear,

 “Maybe you should try them on first. I mean we have to see if they fit.”

You could feel the smirk on his lips. You quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the fitting rooms. You knew you would have to buy everything in your bag.

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@papi-chulo-bucky @ursulaismymiddlename @cumonbucky @totheendofthelinepal @opaque-daydream @written-s0ul @bucky-plums-barnes

anonymous asked:

Are you still accepting prompts <3 If so please can you do one where Kim says “Oh, come on. You know you love me,” to Trini, to which she responds with “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”, of course she is joking because she secretly is a softie for her tol gf :) (PS: i love your blog <3)

Hi! I am so sorry that this took so long for me to answer to. School has really been trying to take me down lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad! P.S. Thank you! I <3 U.

“Trini,” Kim says once more, barely concealed exasperation in her tone. “We have to finish studying. The bio test is tomorrow. Can you please focus?”

Trini looks up to meet Kim’s dark eyes, from where she had been staring absent-mindedly at the mini galaxy swirling within the center of the morphing grid. 

She looks up and she sees that the girl’s gaze is set on her pointedly, in mild annoyance–probably has been for a minute or so–and though she does feel guilty for how often she’s been spacing out during this study session, her exhaustion wins out in the battle as to what she’s going to express. 

So, she sighs and falls back with a dramatic groan, throwing her right forearm over her eyes and her left over her stomach. 

“Nooo,” she drawls out then. “I’m so tired. We’ve been studying for hours, Kim. If we don’t have it at this point, then we aren’t going to have it at all.”

And Trini’s eyes might be covered, but she can just picture the small frown that pulls down Kim’s lips next, an adorable pout that always makes the shorter girl weak in her knees and even weaker in resolve. 

“That’s not true. You just give up too easily,” Kim says.

“Or maybe you don’t know when to give up,” Trini replies in turn. “Seriously, Kim. You know that I love you, but you also know how you get when it comes to these things.” 

Kim scoffs.

“Well, sorry for just trying to get us to pass biology so that we won’t have to add summer school to our schedules this year. Sue me if that’s so wrong.”

Trini removes her arm from over her face now, so that she can instead look at the other girl, who is sitting a few feet away from her, with her legs crossed and her short hair tucked behind her ears, a pencil resting just against the back of one as well. 

Her brown eyes are settled onto Trini still, and her eyebrows are furrowed deeply over them, a crease in between them that is just a bit too serious for the yellow ranger’s liking; Kim always stresses herself too much over these tests.

Trini rolls over onto her stomach, and she props herself up with her elbows, her hands clasped before her as a slow smirk makes its way onto her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and a playful look glints within her eyes. 

“You know, I’d much rather just screw y–.”

“Don’t be vulgar!” Kim interrupts, an abrupt laugh bubbling from her now smiling lips as she tosses a crumpled piece of paper at Trini’s head. 

Trini starts to chuckle too, but when the ball hits her face, she gasps dramatically before throwing her body backwards, her hand coming up to cover her nose as her shoulders hit the metal of the floor. 

“Ow!” she exclaims. “I’ve been hit! Oh God, I’ve been struck down right in the middle of my prime!”

She rolls lightly from side to side, her face covered now by both of her hands, and she manages to keep her act up for about thirty more seconds before Kim’s laughter breaks her façade.

A smile spreads across her lips as the air just above her shifts with the addition of a new presence, but she quickly forces it to morph into an exaggerated frown as Kim’s hands grab gently at her wrists, to pull her hands away from her face. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Kim tells her lightly when she’s met with the sight of Trini’s pout. “I barely even tossed it at you, you baby.”

Trini’s pout deepens, her bottom lip jutting out even further and her eyebrows creasing even more so. 

“That hurt,” she insists. “I should report you to the authorities.”

“And tell them what exactly?” Kim asks with a soft giggle. “That you’re a big baby that can’t take a paper ball to the face? Because that’s the truth, and if you say anything else they’ll just put you in jail; They don’t like liars.”

“I’m not sure that’s how the whole justice system works, Kim,” Trini says. “Do you even pay attention in Government class?”

Kim hums thoughtfully with a tilt of her head before answering with an honest, “No.”

Trini laughs, shaking her head and pursing her lips as she does so. 

“See, and then you wonder why you’re stressed about the tests we take. I only got transferred into Government earlier this semester and even I know more than you. That’s sad, babe.”

“Hey!” Kim exclaims. “It is not my fault that the only classes I can’t pay attention in are the ones you’re in. I do just fine in the other five classes I take. So, technically, it’s all your fault that I get so stressed. You’re the catalyst for the chain of events that leads to me not knowing anything about the subject.”

“Well, looky there. You used the word catalyst correctly! There’s one correct question on the Bio test right there!” 

Trini laughs as Kim scowls at her, but her laugh quickly morphs into a low whine as the other girl smacks at her upper arm. 

“Ow!” she says again, her hand coming up to rub at her bicep. “What is with you and hurting me?! This is not how relationships are supposed to go, you know!”

Kim just shrugs. 

“Stop saying stupid things, and then I won’t hit you. It’s as simple as that.” 

Trini frowns.

“I don’t say stupid things!” she protests. “I think you just enjoy hitting me! Which I definitely do not enjoy, and which I do not want to take any longer!”

With the conclusion of her sentence, she turns over to push herself up onto her knees, and then her feet. She makes it about two steps before strong arms are wrapping around her waist, their hold firm and familiar. 

“Oh, come on. Stop being so dramatic,” Kim says as she pulls Trini’s body back to be flush against hers. “You know you love me.”

Trini definitely does not melt into Kim’s touch at all as she fights the smile trying to tug at the corners of her lips–Nope, not a single bit. 

“Honestly?” she asks monotonously, to prove that fact. “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.” Kim gasps. “And not even like a Tostito’s corn chip. I’d do it for a Walgreen’s brand one.”

The grip on her waist loosens, and it gives her the opportunity to turn around within them. 

She’s met with Kim’s pout, this time, and her heart practically swells within her chest, full and ready to overflow with endearment, at the sight.

“That was surprisingly more painful than one would expect,” Kim says seriously, a thoughtful furrow to her eyebrows. “Have you been working on that one for a while or something? Because, ouch.”

Trini chuckles lowly as she begins to, slowly, wrap her own arms around Kim’s waist.

“Actually, yes,” she replies. “I was going to use that one on Zack, the next time he tried to convince me that he was my favorite person, but, hey, the opportunity presented itself.”

She shrugs and tries to keep in the giggle that pushes at her lips as Kim’s puppy dog eyes widen.

“So now you’re implying that I’m not your favorite person?” the pink ranger asks, completely affronted. “Well, then what am I even doing here?”

She goes to pull away, but Trini isn’t having it.

“Okay, okay. Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I was just kidding,” the yellow ranger says, tightening her grip around the other girl. “You know you’re my favorite, baby. I was just kidding.”

Kim continues to look down at her with an unconvinced expression, her lips downturned and pursed. 

“Oh, come on! I was just kiddinggg,” Trini insists after a few moments. “You know you’re my favorite. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me. My girl–.”

Kim finally laughs then, her smile breaking through the resistance she had been trying to continue, and her dark eyes shining as she leans down to rest her forehead against Trini’s own. 

“Okay,” she interjects gently. “I believe you.” She presses a soft kiss to Trini’s nose. “You’re my favorite too. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me.”

Warmth swells within Trini’s chest at that, and it spreads through her entire body, from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her fingers, just as it always does. She smiles, loving and calm. 

“Well, good. Because that would’ve been embarrassing if not.”

Kim hums lightly as she leans in.

“True,” she says, her lips hovering just above Trini’s own.

A few seconds pass, and then the yellow ranger is closing the distance between them, connecting their lips slowly and softly, comfortable and familiar.

They kiss for some moments, and then when they pull back, they press their foreheads together again. 

“I love you,” Kim admits, quiet and true.

Trini smiles. 

“I love you too.” 

Kim raises an eyebrow.

“So, does that mean you’ll keep studying with me, then?”

Trini throws her head back with a groan. 

“I guess it does.”

The smile that Kim flashes her before pulling her back to their books makes the prospect of learning about the different types of reactions not as hard to bear.

Man, Trini has it so bad.

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 5

A/N: I was gonna update yesterday, but yanno school is stressful yet a top priority. I don’t have much to say, but I'm glad you all like the last part and I’m thankful for all of the nice feedback in my dms. (You get to learn a small ounce about my childhood you guys lmao) I hope you guys enjoy part 5 and remember as always I need 100 notes to release part 6💕

I coulda ended it better too, sorry bout that. It’s past two in the morning on a school night and I ran out of ideas…

**WARNING**: Slight smut, not much though


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen


“Y/N…” Calum grumbled, flipping onto his side to see you better and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think fish go to heaven?”

You couldn’t help but to snort as the sleepy boy asked the question. You were currently in his bed and watching Law&Order SVU on Netflix as he struggled to stay awake. He had called you over an hour or two ago because he was bored out of his mind and now it was just a little past two in the morning. You were hesitant at coming over at first, not wanting to be seen by his roommate, but he convinced you his friend was heavily sleeping since it was so late at night. You also gave into coming over because you hadn’t seen him in almost a week and missed his scent and cheeky smile.

“Seriously.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, Calum, why?”

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Almost

Originally posted by btshyungnet

Namjoon x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Disclaimer: Sorry if there’s any mistakes, its 1 a.m.

He walked under a ladder barely missing the paint bucket that fell off of it. Moments later, missed a coffee spill on his favorite shirt and let’s not forget about the almost stepping in dog crap. Today was his lucky day with his almost mishaps. He was now running on adrenaline from almosts. Feeling like he could take over the world. He walked with his chest puffed out and his head held high. With this new invincibility he decided to do something he’d never do on a regular basis. Get a tattoo. He walked down a couple streets until spotting a tattoo shop.

 Ding. 

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anonymous asked:

Since it's Chuuya's birthday could you please do a top 5 Chuuya's moments?

Of course my dear, what a perfect way to celebrate the birthday of my favorite character! 

1. When he used corruption. Well, of course. This episode (and the chapter) despite the soukokuness was all about Chuuya and, as tainted as they may be, it showed his true colors. I’m emotionally attached to Corruption because it’s the testament of how selfless Chuuya is, how he’s willing to sacrifice himself and putting his life in the hands of another person (that partner he hates so much) in a blink of an eye if this means saving someone or fulfilling a mission. Thinking about how many times he did that in the past physically pains me. He didn’t know if he could have trusted Dazai on this, Dazai could have left him to die this time, it could have been all a plan to force him to use Corruption and then take him out…and yet. And yet he trusted him, once more. Despite the betrayal, he will always trust him. WHAT THE FUCK. 

Originally posted by nikforovs

2. When he was ready to go against his orders to avenge his subordinates. Mori told him to bring Q back alive, but still Chuuya wasn’t going to stop Dazai. This shows how much Chuuya cares about his subordinates, how he doesn’t consider people as just pawns in his hands, how their deaths affected him more than he’s willing to show, how human and full of emotions he is. This moment speaks louder about what kind of person Chuuya is. He’s not an executive for nothing, he’s loyal and one of the most powerful members of the Mafia, but if you wrong someone under his direct protection, you’re dead to him. 

3. When he went to visit the ADA’s secret base. A moment in which I’m Kenji tbh. I LOVED HIM during this scene, everything was quite frankly iconic. Mori telling him that he has “enough force to crush the ADA” alone (HONESTLY), the flirting with Ranpo (wink wink manga readers the next chapter is gonna be GOOD), his overconfident attitude, the fact that Dazai canonically talks about Chuuya, “WHO WANTS TO FIGHT AGAINST GRAVITY” (*Katniss voice*: I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE), the fact that he did defeat the ADA alone with nothing but his manipulative skills. He does have so much strength, a strength that doesn’t lie just in his physical abilities. 

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4. When the almost killed Dazai. As I already said in my top 5 soukoku moments, this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a perfect introduction scene. You know I’m not the fondest person when it comes to Dazai, so for a split second I almost hoped for Chuuya to kill him regardless, but I already know he would have never done it for real. Still, I can’t help but think how liberating almost stabbing him in his throat must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of a frustration that he had inside (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But you can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so because despite everything you still care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch.

5. His every single appearance in the official art is my favorite moment, but this one surely takes the cake. This is such a relaxed version of Chuuya, without his signature clothes, his hat, his choker, his constantly worried and angry glare. He’s simply impossible to look away from. (WHERE IS THE MODELING CONTRACT THO)

- bonus: a special mention goes to bsd wan Chuuya, he’s simply the cutest (and the most relatable)

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awouowu-deactivated20170310  asked:

ツ♪✌ ? ? ❦ do u have a fave out of ur own chars mayhaps? :0c

ツ - any pets?

his name is MEATBALL and he is a GOOD BOY

good boy, soft boy, a snuggly boy

♪ - music you like? / ✌ - favorite bands/ singers?

My music taste can be a bit dubious, but here are some songs I’ve consistently enjoyed! I dunno if I’ve ever had a fave band/singer, just cherrypicked a lot.

Blood On My Name - The Wright Brothers

Hunt You Down - The Hit House

Betty Bones - Hellcat and the Prowl

Odd Look - Kavisky ft. The Weeknd

Oh Me I - Superhumanoids

If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray

The Ghost Of Stephen Foster - Squirrel Nut Zippers

Closer - Lemaitre 

(im just doing these two questions because this is long already, sorry!)

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite beatles related fact/story

Well, my favorite story comes from The Beatles cartoon afterparty which was in 1965. (that cartoon belongs in hell)

John was under the buffet table and he looked outside and saw a hot dog stand. He then asked someone in the room (I forget who) to get him 4 hotdogs for him. I don’t know if those were all for him or for each of The Beatles but this story oh my god 

4 hotdogs

4 HOTDOGS FOR HIMSELF

(i forget where i found this story so im really sorry haha)

musterycaje123-deactivated20170  asked:

Is max like a service or therapy dog? Or is he just your dog that is trained (if this in anyways offends you I am so sorry)

Why on earth would that offend me, dear? There’s nothing wrong with needing a service or therapy animal, and you know you can ask me anything.

Also, I’m in a babbly mood, so get ready for a novel about my favorite being on this earth.

Max isn’t a service or therapy animal. He’s also not particularly trained, honestly. The old geezer has a mind of his own. If you want him to do something, he will eventually comply, but he will grumble at you. (At first, I thought he was groaning in pain because of his arthritis. But nope, that’s a different noise. He grumbles because he’s a grump who doesn’t like being bossed around.)

He’s a senior dog, overweight, has diabetes. He’s afraid of EVERYTHING- cats, wind, bones that are too big, everything. He has allergies, so he sneezes all the time and I have to fight him to wipe his nose like he’s a toddler.

And he is the absolute love of my life. 

Seriously, you have never met a sweeter dog. He may be full of grump, but he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He will follow you, love you, bring you things when you’re sad, do his best to cheer you up, snuggle when you want it, keep distance (but still watch) when you don’t, I don’t get to see him all the time since I’m away at college, but I’ve been told that he only sleeps in his bed when I’m there. When I’m gone, he sleeps downstairs near the door, waiting for me to come home. 

Also, it seems he knows I’m talking about him. “Why talk about when you can do the love and the pats instead?”

We got him from a shelter for 30 dollars on the day that he was going to be… “transferred”, if you catch my drift, years ago. He wasn’t exactly young back then- in fact, his age was fudged a bit on the papers to make him seem younger. He was stuck in a cage, the very last one, with this small yippy dog who was obviously making him anxious, and he was so. sad. He was the only dog in the entire place who wouldn’t even make eye contact. I fell in love. My mother did too, even though she kept saying “No NO. We are not getting a dog, NO.” (We were only there because one of our cats was lost and I wanted to see if they found him, but something in me said that I needed to look at the dogs.)

“Would you like to take him out?” The lady asked. 

“NO” My mom said. “ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO.” But as she was saying it, she was already grabbing the leash that the woman was handing to her.

We just knew the second we laid eyes on him that God (or fate, or the universe, or whatever you personally believe in) had put him there just for us.

I had always wanted a sweet dog that I could spoil and who would love me unconditionally. My dad always had a not-so-secret mental picture of having a yellow lab curled up by the fireplace. My mom always wanted a dog named Max, after the one in the Grinch. He was everything.

Also, it was the week before my birthday. What a good excuse, right? 

The second we took him out of that little cage, he burst into a little happy series of jumps, and right into our hearts. He became the sunshine of our lives immediately. 

He had been abused severely, and was nothing but bones. We changed that really fast, let me tell you. The vet said that the diabetes was genetic and would have happened no matter what, and I’m thankful to hear that, because I would have been afraid that we had done it with all of the cans of Alpo.

He was really afraid of touch. Once he accidentally stepped on my foot, and when I stepped back in surprise, my hand flew up to steady myself. Immediately, he flinched, dropped to the floor, and whimpered. It broke my heart. I spent a year teaching him that I was gentle and would never hurt him, and the day he finally let me rub his belly, I cried.

Now he’ll poke me with his cold nose until I give him belly scratches. If we’re both doing well physically, we’ll play-fight. It’s one of his favorite things.

I could, and occasionally do, ramble about him for hours, but I’ll spare you for now. The important part is, he is the best pupper I’ve ever known, and he has changed and saved my life. 

I don’t know how much longer I have with him, but I intend on savoring every moment.



ADDENDUM: this story wouldn’t be complete without another happy ending- and that’s about the shelter.

The shelter in question is the Humane Society of Utah. They were always well-meaning and took care of their animals, but they were severely lacking in resources. They did the best with what they had, but despite that, it was a place of sadness, to be frank. 

Soon after we got Max, however, they received a multi-million dollar donation and grant. The entire place was renovated, and it is now one of the nicest shelters in the entire country. It’s truly a powerhouse and an example for shelters everywhere. They now have some really influential backers that allow them to keep up their high standards, and they relentlessly lobby to remove gas chambers from shelters in the state. I volunteer for them as often as I can. It’s very far from where I’m going to school, but I manage to make it there despite my lack of a car, and since I’m moving home for the summer, I’ll soon be able to go a few times a week to help their dogs get exercise. I owe them everything for giving me the sunshine of my life, and I am so thrilled to see them become such a beautiful place. 

They are on iPet Companion, which is a website that allows you to watch cats from a camera and use remote-controlled toys to play with them. 

Here’s where you can learn more about them and donate.

Here’s their Facebook page, which I HIGHLY recommend you follow no matter where you live. That may sound weird, but they do photoshoots with all of the pets up for adoption, and they are absolutely heartwarming. It’s like a little taste of r/mademesmile every time you open Facebook.

If you made it to the bottom, thank you for reading this far. Dogs are good, and so are you. I hope you have a lovely day.

Dog The Destroyer

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Can be read as a Bucky x Reader


Star-Lord has created a chatroom.

Star-Lord has invited Y/N, Drax, Groot.

Star-Lord: Y/N, tell Drax he doesn’t have to take EVERYTHING I say literally.

Y/N: Drax, don’t take everything Peter says literally.

Drax: I can’t take words.

Star-Lord: SEE WHAT I MEAN!

Groot: I am Groot.

Y/N: You’re right, Groot.

Star-Lord: Yes, he’s Groot.

Groot: I am Groot.

Y/N: Yeah, he is quite stressed.

Star-Lord: How do you understand him?!

Groot: I am Groot.

Y/N: Haha! Right?!

Drax: They are talking about you, Quill.

Star-Lord: HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

Groot: I am Groot.

Y/N: I would love to help but I have to give Bucky his gift.

Star-Lord: Help with what?! …Where’s MY gift?

Drax: Don’t be rude. They are having a conversation.

Star-Lord: We have to go. I’ll talk to you soon, Y/N!

Y/N: Tell Gamora and Rocket I said hi!

Star-Lord has left the chat.

Groot has left the chat.

Y/N: … Don’t you have to go too, Drax?

Drax: If they are dying, I will go.

Y/N: …Okay.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: Y/N! I am distressed!

Y/N: Pikachu, why is that?

Thor: I HAVE LOST MY SANDWICH!

Drax: How do you lose a sandwich? It does not have legs to go anywhere.

Thor: SILENCE MAN I DO NOT KNOW! 

Drax: I am not making any noise.

Thor: Who is this man, Y/N?

Drax: I am Drax. My name is right there, see.

Thor: … You do not say.

Drax: Yes, I am not saying, I am typing.

Y/N: Can’t you make another one?

Thor: I had brought back the finest ingredients in all of the nine realms when I last went to Asgard. It was no ordinary midgardian sandwich. It took me two hours to make! I had enough ingredients to make one for you too. I would bring it to you but it is not safe to leave the kitchen with it.

Y/N: That’s so sweet of you, thank you. Why’s it not safe?

Thor: Barton is trying to steal it! I have managed to fend him off. He has retreated to the vents but I fear he will appear at any moment now. I lost one sandwich, I will not lose this one!

Y/N: It’s alright, Thor. You can have that one.

Thor: Are you sure?

Y/N: Yes. You can make me another one when you go back to Asgard.

Thor: Thank you! You truly are the kindest one on the team.

Thor has left the chat.

Drax: Don’t you have to give Bucky his gift?

Y/N: Not really. I got him a German Shepard puppy! When he comes back from his mission with Steve he’ll see the cutie running around.

Drax: I do not know what beast this German Shepard is but is it safe to leave it to run free at your base?

Y/N: Yeah! It’s just a puppy. What harm could it do?

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: WHY IS THERE A DOG EATING A SANDWICH IN MY LAB?!

Drax: So that is how Thor’s sandwich escaped.

Tony: Who are you?!

Y/N: Isn’t he cute, Tony?! I got him as a gift for Bucky!

Drax: I am not cute.

Y/N: I mean the puppy.

Drax: I am fierce.

Y/N: I know.

Tony: The dog is adorable but the lab is no place for it!

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: TONY GET OFF YOUR DAMN PHONE! MAYBE THEN YOU’D SEE THAT THIS DOG IS KNOCKING OVER ALL OUR EQUIPMENT!

Bruce: NO!! NOW THE CHEMICALS

Tony: DON’T HULK OUT!

Bruce has been disconnected.

Tony has been disconnected.

Y/N: IS MY SON SAFE OMG

Drax: You have a son?

Y/N: The puppy, Drax.

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: I heard screaming and an explosion. Are you okay?!

Y/N: I am but I don’t think Tony and Bruce are…

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: STEVE

Bucky: Y/N

Bucky: I have just seen the cutest puppy (and the most hyper but that’s fine because he can keep up with me on runs) ever

Bucky: Can we keep him?

Bucky: PLEASE

Y/N: Of course! I got him as a gift for you.

Bucky: I must marry you.

Steve: Slow down there, lovebirds! Who’s going to look after him on missions?

Drax: They are not birds.

Steve: …hi?

Drax: Hello.

Bucky: I promise to take care of him!

Steve: … I don’t know.

Y/N: Please, Steve? Look at my Bucky. He’s so happy!

Brock Rumlow has joined the chat.

Brock Rumlow: Your Bucky.

Steve: HOW ARE YOU ALIVE

Brock Rumlow has left the chat.

Steve: COME BACK HERE

Steve has left the chat.

Bucky: Thank you so much, Y/N. This is the best gift ever!

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: SOME DOG JUST CHEWED UP ALL MY SNEAKERS!

Bucky: Hmm, we need to name him.

Bucky: And get him toys.

Drax: Name him Dog the Destroyer, like me, Drax the Destroyer.

Pietro: 1. Who are you? 2. I agree with the destroyer part because this dog is going through the base like a damn tornado! 3. DID YOU ADOPT A HELLHOUND BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT HE IS

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Vision has been mistaken for a chew toy.

Pietro: Never mind. I like the dog.

Pietro has left the chat.

Bucky: Don’t let him chew on Vision!

Bucky: He could hurt himself!

Nat: Oh and the pup is gone off to find his next victim. Are we keeping him? Because I love him already.

Y/N: YES.

Bucky: … Not we. I. I’m keeping him. He’s mine.

Nat: Yours but I’ll be his favorite human :)

Nat has left the chat.

Bucky: NO

Bucky has left the chat.

Drax: I like this dog.

Peter has joined the chat.

Peter: I never thought I’d say this but… A dog ate my homework.

Y/N: I am so sorry! I’ll help you redo it.

Peter: Thanks. Is the dog an Avenger now? He should be because that is one strong dog.

Y/N: I guess. Don’t tell Wade though. He’ll get jealous.

Y/N has left the chat.

Drax has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint: Why did Steve give a patriotic scream??? Why was there an explosion??? Why are Bucky and Nat arguing and why is Y/N and Peter saying that they’ll be the real favorite as they watch them??? Why is there a puppy watching me type this??? Why does the pup have Sam’s goggles in his mouth???  Why does nobody tell me anything??? Why does Thor make such a delicious sandwich??? I feel like I’m floating??? What did he put in it??? It was unlike anything I’ve ever eaten???

Clint has left the chat.

I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by nochuie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

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Light filtered in through the pale beige linen curtains. It was too early to be waking up. You were sprawled on your bed in a very unladylike fashion with your legs sprawled, but you didn’t really care. Waking up was the hardest part of your day and when you did wake up you would think about your nap when you came home. It was a never ending cycle of sleeping and waking up. You stretched and you felt something that definitely did not feel like a plushy pillow. Opening your eyes you see Hoseok on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing on my bed,” Hoseok wasn’t suppose to be sleeping in your bed, it was barely big enough for you. All you got in response for your question was a grunt and he just ended up snuggling into your blankets.

Aish this lazy sack of shit. You had to get ready and get to class, he needed to get out. You tried poking at him with your foot but to no avail. You grabbed the Ryan Plushy Jeongguk got you for your birthday and started to smack Hoseok. Sleeping Hoseok was harder to wake up than a bear in hibernation. He only wakes up when he smells food. Fatty.

You decide to get up from your warm soft bed and go make coffee in the kitchen. You were still wearing the clothing from last night but now in a more crumpled version. The apartment was quiet and empty. You went across the hall to Jeongguk’s room, you wanted to knock but you refrained from the last moment. You didn’t want to know if he came back with her or if he didn’t come back at all.

Jeongguk barely brought girls home because he knew that you hated the noise. He had brought a girl over in the beginning of sophomore year. It was an understatement to say that you were angry. You were furious. After the girl had left and Jeongguk emerged from his room at noon, on the search for subsistence. You knew he always became very hungry after sex, so you being you decided to lock up the refrigerator and the pantry doors. Petty but you couldn’t help yourself. You heard the sounds that Jeongguk had elicited from the girl and the uneasiness of your standing with him continued to shift. The girl had made some pretty loud pleasurable sounds that traveled wretched airways across the hallway separating your rooms. You were ready to break into his room and wrangle her to death.

But instead like a proper college student, you hit him where it hurts, his stomach. You grabbed all your locks that have accumulated from your brief experimentation with riding a bike to school. Jeongguk had come out of his sex hole and was mildly surprised to say the least. He begged on his knees and promise that he would have to buy you dinner for forgiveness. Let’s say after that incident he very sparsely brought girls back to our place. It gave you brief peace before you realized that it would have been better if you knew what he was doing than you constantly guessing where and who he was doing.

Jeongguk’s room was still silent as you pressed your ears to the solid wooden door frame. You wanted to open his door and lay on his bed and envelope in his unique cotton scent. He probably was still at Jennie’s, snuggling with her. You felt your eyes tear up, he had promised that he would come back after their date. But you couldn’t dwell on that, this was just a minor setback to your whole plan. The school year was quickly coming to a close and it was about time after waiting four years. You padded towards the living room, your stomach rumbling with anger.

To your extreme surprised, there was a girl in who was using your stove. A girl who was wearing only a white shirt with her brown hair in a messy bun precariously placed on the top of her head. Her back was still towards you, she was humming. You quirked your head to the side. Who was this girl?

“Um, hello?” You made yourself known to the random girl who had invaded your apartment.

“Oh my. Who are you?” The girl whipped around, her bun bouncing around. She was holding your red frying pan with an egg cooking in it.

“I live here? Who are you?” You were really hungry. You didn’t have time for this girl, whoever she was.

“I’m Jennie. Jeongguk and I just got in a few minutes ago,” The girl introduced herself and went back to cooking. She didn’t seem to grasp the situation. You were sure that steam was rolling down your back and up into the air. “Are you Jeongguk’s little sister? I don’t remember him mentioning that he lived with his sister.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Jeongguk’s sister? So this was Jennie, the girl that has Jeongguk so enamored. She was really pretty, no doubt with long legs and a delicate face. She was dressed in Jeongguk’s shirt and prancing around your kitchen.

“I’m Jeongguk’s roommate, Y/N. Where is Jeongguk? I have to go talk to him,” You were about to smack Jeonguk five ways to hell. What was he thinking bring Jennie back to your shared place? He knew how much you hated being disturbed in the morning by his friends.

“Oh he’s in the shower. We had a long night, if you know what I mean,” Jennie turned on her heels to look at you and winked. You were taken aback. You didn’t know what to do, either to cry or yell.

You spun around and started to march towards Jeongguk’s room. You were about to rip Jeongguk’s heart out of his chest. Before you could, your bedroom door swung open and Hoseok came bumbling out. His stature dwarfing your door frame. He was still dressed in last night’s clothes with rumpled hair, eyes bleary. But he was missing his shirt, Hoseok didn’t like to sleep with his shirt on. He said it constricted him when he slept. His eyes weren’t even completely open before he registered that you were standing there.

Jeongguk’s door also opened and the man himself stood there. He had just come out of the shower, his body wash still fresh and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a second and let the fragrant wash over you. He was wiping his wet hair with your blue towel.

“Hey-”

Before Hoseok could finish, Jeongguk was on alert. His wet hair forgotten.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here? And why did you just come out of Y/N’s bedroom, shirtless?” He started to grill Hoseok. His eyes darting to yours in a silent accusation. Jeongguk had no right to accuse you of anything. He had brought Jennie back to your place and she was cooking for christ sake.

“Hoseok, get back in my room,” You started to shove him back into your room, trying to minimize the damage. Hoseok didn’t fight with you and landed his fat self back onto your bed. You took a blanket and covered him, he could catch a cold. Jeongguk was still waiting outside the open door with an indescribable look on his face. Hoseok never slept over when Jeongguk was here. He always came when Jeongguk was visiting his parents or brother. You closed the door behind you, obscuring Jeongguk’s view from Hoseok’s sleeping form.

“Y/N, why is Hoseok half naked in your room? Can you explain?” Jeongguk ran his fingers through his wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His face radiated a youthness that you couldn’t describe. He always looked so fresh after washing up. It was your favorite look on him, it gave him an innocence that you adored.

“Tell me why Jennie is cooking in my kitchen first then I’ll answer you about Hobi. Also please explain why you didn’t come home even though you promised you wouldn’t stay out more than two hours,” you leaned against the wall where picture of you and Jeongguk were displayed.

“Okay I can explain I promise. I got sidetracked. Jennie had taken me on an adventure. I finally fulfilled my dream of breaking into a museum and looking at the art uninhibited and with no people around. She took me around the city to show me her favorite places. Y/N I’ve never met a girl with a sense of adventure like her. I think I’m in love,” Jeongguk dropped, shyly looking down.

You couldn’t keep the frown off your face, “Jeongguk, you promised you would come back to me in two hours and you ditched me for a girl because you were having fun? I get that I do but couldn’t you just have shot me a text telling me that you weren’t going to come home? I was so worried, I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing. And Jennie isn’t the only one with a sense of adventure.” The last part slipped out. You couldn’t help yourself. Jealously was clawing at you. Jeongguk was an adrenaline junkie. He loved to do and experience new things. You were always a little on the safer side, you never really like the venture outside of your comfort zone. You would watch him from your little safe bubble and cheer him on.

“I’m sorry, my phone ran out of battery. I was going to call you I swear. And I know you’re fun, but Jennie is a different kind of fun. I promise I’ll make it up to you today. I’ll treat you to your favorite raspberry sorbet today after dinner,” Jeongguk begged with his puppy dog eyes, he reached for your hands and brought it to his chin. You couldn’t resist. He was just too cute. You knew you had to tell him your feelings tonight before he could entrench himself deeper into Jennie. She wasn’t right for him, you were.

Jennie eventually left, still wearing Jeongguk’s shirt. You tried to ask Jeongguk about it and he just chuckled to himself with his little secret. Hoseok had snuck out after hearing your conversation with Jeongguk. He crawled out onto the fire escape and him being the little cheeky bugger he is, sent you wink as he went down the ladder.

It was noon when the apartment settled down. Jeongguk was napping on the sofa after you watched Friends together. It was his favorite show. He had said that his friend, Namjoon loved it and recommended it to him one day and he has been hooked ever since. You began to tidy up the apartment as he was taking his little cat nap, doing the laundry because it was your turn. The feeling of domesticity had really hit you as you started to unfold Jeongguk’s trousers. You were living the relationship but you weren’t in it.

It was four o’clock when Jeongguk had finally come around, “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner or stay in?”

You were craving Japanese so you guys went out eat, “You have to pay today because you surprised me when Jennie this morning. You know she ate the rest of my bagels and cereal? I expect to be reimbursed for this.”
Jeongguk let out a loud laugh, the laugh where he would tilt his entire head back and laugh with his whole body. Your favorite. As you two strolled down the street to the little quaint sushi restaurant around the corner from your apartment. He slid his hand down and interlaced your fingers. You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he would take your hand. The concentrated bundle of nerves in your stomach started to act up again. It couldn’t be that hard to admit to Jeongguk that you had basically loved him since you’ve known him.

“You and your food. I’ll buy you some later when we get ice cream. Now let’s get food, I’m starving,” Jeongguk quickly dragged you into the dim lit restaurant. The waitress seated you and him in the cubby corner. The restaurant was having a slow night, there were only a few customers littered around.

“It’s been so long since I been here. You’re always so busy,” Jeongguk said as he picked up the menu. He didn’t even bother reading it. He picked at the fraying edges of the cover.

“Hey, I’m not the only one who’s busy. You barely been around the house. Do I have to remind you that is your turn to pay the water bills. I hope you didn’t forget,” You quickly scanned through the specials and motioned the waitress over.

“I’ll get the udon with beef and he’ll get the miso soup, the spicy tuna rolls, and udon with chicken and pork with no soybeans,” you smiled at the waitress and handed her both your menus.

“I never forget. I always pay the bills. I’ve been busy with dance, in which you haven’t shown up in,” Jeongguk leaned back into the deflated leather seat.

“I’ve been meaning to go, I’ll stop by tomorrow. I missed dancing, Hoseok keeps pestering me to go. The new student, Jongsuk also wanted to check it out after I mentioned it to him. We need more recruits.”

“That reminds me about this morning, why was Hoseok in your room this morning? Did he come after or before you found out I wasn’t coming home yesterday. You know he used to like you. What if he pulled a move and I wasn’t there to deflect it. I heard from Jimin that he was planning to ask you out. Jimin never lies,” Jeongguk said with a straight face. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“C’mon Jeongguk. You know that Hoseok doesn’t like me or ever have. He’s one of my oldest friends. Hoseok is also very straightforward. If he ever felt any of those feelings towards me, he would tell me right away. He had come after I knew you weren’t coming home. We just drank and talked. That’s it. He didn’t try anything on me nor will he ever in the future. I mean, look at me? Remember when Hoseok dated that model, I don’t even hold a candle to her,” You shook your head at him. What was Jeongguk thinking?

“Y/N, you should know by now how attractive you are? I don’t know why you don’t haven’t had a boyfriend for such a long time already. You’ll see when I say Hoseok has a thing for you. If he didn’t why would he always stick around you? Why did he try so hard to convince you to join dance? So he could show off his moves to you and make you fall in love with him,” Jeongguk was hilariously stuck on his point. He was sadly misinformed.

“I can promise you, he doesn’t like me. He also knows that I’m interested in someone else. I really like him but he doesn’t know. It’s been so long and I’m so ready to tell him,” You tried to hint to Jeongguk but he was oblivious as always.

The waitress set down two ice waters and you couldn’t help notice that she was staring at Jeongguk. He was dressed in a plain black t shirt with black jeans, piercings lined his ears. He was too hot not to look at. He reached over and puckered his mouth and sucked on the straw. Both of you stared at him, unable to take your eyes off of him. The waitress finally snapped out of her daze and scurried away.

“You always tell me about this guy that you like but you have no guts to admit to him you like him. Just tell him, how long has it been? Once you tell him it’ll be all fine. I don’t know you could hold this all in,” Jeongguk continued to sip from his straw.

You wanted to tell him so bad, but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. You didn’t know to formulate the words. All you had to say is , “it’s you,” but it didn’t come out.

Creepypasta #1051: Crawl

Length: Long

I was renting a run down house in a low income neighbourhood in the west end of town. It was the kind of neighbourhood that is populated by small, independently run convenience stores every couple of blocks. The kind of stores that have shelves stocked with dusty old bags of pasta, and canned soup, veggies, and beans with faded labels, and strange tiny bottles of “ginseng shot” on the counter. People didn’t buy food at these stores. People bought lottery tickets, energy drinks, six packs of watery beer and cheap packs of cigarettes. Outside the shop doors they met up with hoodie-clad figures with shifty eyes to pick up dime bags or a gram or two of coke, even tranquilizers. These stores sold distraction; an escape from the mundane existence of those struggling below the poverty line.

The streets were dirty and full of litter and the houses were shabby and too close together. Permeating the smog filled air was the constant cacophony of sirens, thudding bass, revving engines, garbled noise from television sets, barking dogs and even the occasional shrill screech.

For three years I called this neighbourhood home as I dredged through long, miserable hours working in the legal department of a company that made gaskets. This company put more money into their legal department than it did into the safety of their employees, adopting the philosophy that it was cheaper to pay legal to get them out of nasty little lawsuits than to spend the millions it would cost updating their machinery. They scraped by on bare minimum safety standards and employed people like me to ensure that no claims had to be paid out.

It was a job that came with little sleep, too small of a pay check, and a heavy conscience.

While I was working at this company, the only place I could afford was this beat up little house in the West End. It was small, kind of drafty, and had the perpetual and inexplicable odour of wet dog kibble. It had dirty, peeling linoleum floors, badly patched drywall, and leaky plumbing. It was definitely full of mould and the space behind the walls was just about at capacity with mice.

It sounds like an absolute shithole, but if you saw it, it was actually much worse. The one thing this house had in the way of saving graces was the back porch. It was covered with a faded, striped awning that had once been red and white, but had taken on the colours of rust and too many cigarettes. This porch had enough space to fit an old threadbare sofa and a small wooden end table.

After a soul crushing ten hours at the plant, I would drag my weary body home, sit down on that sofa, light up a premium cigarette while sipping a glass of bottom-shelf red wine, and day dream about the day my real life would start.

It was just about the only time I had to relax. I could close my eyes and imagine I was sitting on the balcony of one of the colourfully painted town houses somewhere in a coastal town in Italy, a soft breeze ruffling my hair. The sounds of sirens and stereos would fade and be replaced by the sound of waves crashing, sea gulls calling, and music being played in the market place below. The stale, acrid smell of dog kibble would dissipate into the smell of marzipan, salt water and garlic, and the bougainvillea that dripped their fragrant blooms from hanging baskets all around.

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anonymous asked:

hihihihihihihihihihihi hey um UmmM can you continue the Touch fic?? w theatre phil and popular dan. and if you have,can u direct me to it?? bc it's so pure and i love it thank u

yes buddy 

Touch ; part two 

finally 

time for some more wholesome d&p kids

Phil watched Dan with his eyebrows softly furrowed as the boy dug through his bag. Phil hadn’t realized it, but Dan had been wearing a backpack this whole time; a small yellow one that matched his sweater. 

He really was something. 

“Ah!” Dan exclaimed, pulling out a small… object and tugging at the wrapping. It was pink, and heart shaped. Dan popped it into his mouth. 

“What is that?” Phil asked quietly, letting his head fall to the right in question, like a puppy. Dan grinned widely. 

“A lollipop. Want some?” He held it out in Phil’s face, like a toddler, and wiggled his eyebrows. 

“No, thank you,” Phil said nervously, licking his lips. He honestly didn’t understand how Dan could eat in a situation like this. They were stuck… didn’t he get that? Dan was trapped with a spazzy, much less popular theater nerd in the boy’s bathroom. 

They had already been here an hour. How much longer would it be until they called off the drill…?

And what had even happened? Was there a shooter out there, right now?

As if he had read Phil’s thoughts, Dan snickered, flicking out his tongue to lick his candy like a lizard. 

He was adorable. 

“You think there’s a killer or something out there, right now?” He asked, and laughed lightheartedly. “Or maybe a monster! Will you protect me if there’s a monster, Philly?”

Phil had always marveled at how casual Dan was; how confidently he talked to people he met not long before, like they had been friends their whole lives. He had always been jealous. 

But right then, it wasn’t exactly appreciated. 

But then Dan giggled, and took another lick of his candy, and Phil was falling even deeper in love. 

He sighed. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” Dan’s words were muffled by the lollipop, and he turned to look at Phil. “Does it bother you? I’m sorry, humor is my coping mechanism.” 

“I noticed.”

Dan smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up, and turned back to the bag. 

“I think I have some gum in here…” 

Phil was silent, letting Dan dig for the gum, soaking in his panic and trying not to cry. He wanted to go home, or to the auditorium. He was supposed to have rehearsal today… would he miss it? What if everyone else got out, and he was still trapped here? Would anyone even notice?

Phil bit his lip, glancing at Dan. They would notice he was missing. Everyone knew Dan, almost every damn kid in their school had a crush on him. He could understand why. He was energetic, cheerful, honest, confident. Everything Phil wasn’t. No wonder everyone liked him, and Phil was a loner. 

Phil was too shy to ever be like Dan. 

“Here,” Dan said, holding out a slip of paper, pulling Phil out of his head. “This will give you something to focus on, right? Other than impending doom?”

Phil smiled gratefully, nodding and taking the bubble gum from him. “Thank you, Dan…”

“No problem, cutie.”

Phil swore, every time he said that, Phil nearly had a heart attack. And he said it so casually. He was killing him. 

“Let’s talk about something,” Dan said, standing up so he could undoubtedly bounce around the room rather than squirm where he was sitting. Damn, he was hyper. “What do you wanna talk about?” 

Phil thought about that for a moment. How about ; how can you fuck with my feelings this bad, Dan Howell?

“How about we play twenty questions?” Dan asked before Phil could say anything. 

Phil nodded. Dan hummed in thought, rubbing his chin. 

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue,” Phil said immediately. “A soft blue, like the sky.”

Dan nodded in approval, spinning on his heel just to still be moving. “Mine’s yellow. Your turn.” 

“Favorite… animal.”

“Dog,” Dan practically shouted, his eyes lighting up, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry, I mean, dogs. You?”

Phil thought about it. “Cats, I think. Even though I’m allergic. And they all hate me.” 

“You know, I’m all for cat-on-dog friendship,” Dan said, dreamily, playing with his curly hair. “I think anyone can be friends. And cats and dogs are just so cute together, though not yet accepted by society.”

Phil stared at him. 

“Right…” 

“I’m also all for dog on dog or cat on cat marriage, if you know what i’m saying.” Dan winked, and giggled. 

“No, I really don’t.”

Dan shrugged, plopping down next to him cross-legged. 

“I’m bored. Lets play truth or dare.”

Phil nodded slowly, agreeing. Whatever he had to do to keep Dan talking to him. 

“Truth or dare,” Dan asked happily. Phil shrugged. 

“Truth.”

Dan bit his lip thoughtfully. “Yeah. You seem like a truth person. Have you had your first kiss?”

Phil immediately blushed darkly, turning his eyes away from Dan to try and hide it. “No…” he swallowed. “Have you?”

You’re such an idiot, Phil. Of course he has. 

Nope.” 

Oh.

“I’m saving it,” Dan added, hugging his knees to his chest, giggling. 

OH.

Phil nodded, eyes wide. “Er, how many relationships have you been in…?”

“That’ll be zero,” Dan said lightly, and laughed. “You?”

Phil shook his head as an answer, his heart going crazy. Oh. Dan was just as inexperienced as he was. 

Dan sighed. 

“What do you think kissing someone is like?” Dan asked dreamily, playing with a yellow string from his sweater. “I’ll bet it’s nice. Lips are so soft…” He stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “Boy’s are so pretty.”

“Agreed,” Phil hummed, trying to keep his voice from breaking. 

Fuck. He was so romantically frustrated. 

“Truth or dare?” Phil asked finally, his voice soft. 

“Dare,” Dan said immediately. 

Kiss me. 

It was on the tip of his tongue… but, no. He couldn’t do it. 

“Actually, no,” Dan said, letting his head fall on to Phil’s shoulder. “I’m sleepy. Truth.”

Phil wasn’t surprised. He must have worn himself out. 

“Sexuality?”

“Pansexual,” Dan muttered. “I just really like people. What about you?”

Phil bit his lip. “I don’t really like labels. But if I had to choose, I’d say pan is accurate.”

Dan nodded slowly, his cheek squishing against Phil’s shoulder, his eyes falling shut, and his eyelashes fanning over his pale skin. 

“Kiss me?”

Phil thought he heard him wrong at first, freezing up. 

“What?”

Dan turned his head slightly, opening his eyes. “Kiss me,” he repeated, searching Phil’s eyes. Phil blushed. 

“Are you-”

Dan cut him off by pressing his lips against Phil’s, hard, and then a little gentler. He kissed with force, as if he was scared Phil would just float away if he didn’t hold him down with his lips. 

Phil’s heart was on fire, and his eyes were wide in shock. Dan was kissing him. Dan was kissing him

Phil wasn’t sure what to do, where to put his hands, so he settled with resting them on Dan’s hips, pulling him closer gently. That was when Dan opened his mouth. 

He slowly parted his lips, moving to straddle Phil’s lap, and Phil mimicked his actions, trying not to think too hard. And they were making out, on the floor of the boys bathroom, their breath mingling and Phil’s fear melting away, replaced with want. 

The school bell rang. 

another part ??

Speaking of vampires, these are my favorite assholes

“What’s that about anyway?” Jack asks, mouth full of food.

“What, the invitation thing?” I twiddle my cigarette until ash falls off the end.

“Yeah, it sounds like it belongs with the shapeshifting and the sleeping in a coffin shit,” he scoffs. “Sounds like bull. What happens if you go inside without being invited?”

“Violent and unstoppable vomiting.”

Jack sets down his chip bag, expression momentarily frozen into disgusted disbelief. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Nope,” I chuckle. “It’s gross as hell. You just puke until you can’t anymore. And I dunno, I’ve heard if you don’t leave wherever you’re not welcome, you just keep going until you puke up your insides.”

“Jesus,” he frowns. “That’s fucking nasty. And kind of metal. Will that kill you?”

“Don’t think so,” I hold smoke in my lungs for a second while I think. “It would suck to recover from though. I mean…”

“Oh…” Jack’s frown deepens. We both spend a minute trying to picture that. Then he kind of shivers, the way a dog shakes itself when it’s wet. I can’t tell if it’s ‘cause he’s chilled or he wants to not think about how someone could go about swallowing their own organs. Either way he kind of laughs harshly and goes, “Sorry I asked.”

“The more you know.” I waggle my fingers in the air and he gives me this exasperated smile, shaking his head.

“Vampire stuff,” he says. “It’s always gross. I should stop asking about any of it.”

anonymous asked:

may I request a super fluffy Kurro hc where he's giving his fem s/o .... HUGS AND KISSES (much hugs and kisses for the admins too!!)

Super fluff is not my strong suit, so I apologize in advance. Also, the first line is what i say to my dog…  okay. not just the first line. I just really love Louie, alright??

Don’t forget I do commissions.

~~Admin Keiji

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  • “_____, I just went to the doctor. I’m very sick. He said the only way to save my life is if I get kisses from you. I’m sorry to burden you so.”
  • That’s just one of his favorite lines. By your calculations, you’ve saved his life at least 600 times. It was a burden you were happily willing to accept.
  • Kuroo Tetsurou is 100% the type of person to pretend he’s glued to you when giving you a hug. “Oh no, _____, someone must have slathered my arms with super glue. Guess we’ll be hugging each other foreveeeer.”
  • Also the kind of person that, if you’re a lot shorter than him, will make you jump to kiss him if he’s in a playful mood. Just climb him if that happens–it’s an excuse to hug him, too.
  • If you’re out in public, or just standing around anywhere, really, he casually drape an arm around your shoulder to hang off you slightly while scrolling through his phone.
  • On your birthday, he’ll give as many kisses as the number of years you’ve been alive. Then he’ll give you a bunch more kisses because he likes kissing you.
  • If you’re ever feeling sad, or even just a little bit down, Kuroo’s arms are always open. Something about nuzzling your face in his chest just really brightens your mood.
  • Kissing Kuroo in between his eyebrows makes him really happy. You don’t know why and neither does he, but it just really does. Maybe because it’s such an intimate place–somewhere only a person he trusts could get close enough to in order to kiss.
  • When he’s bored, which is quite often, he’ll see if he can kiss every inch of your face. He can, but each time, “I need to make sure I can still do it, babe.”
  • Basically hugging and kissing Kuroo is a very enjoyable experience every time.
10 Reasons why Tamaki Suoh is the best friend you could ever have

JUST MY OPINION DON’T MIND ME

1.) SO MANY ADVENTURES! Like one day you could just wake up and Tama would be at your door like “HEY WE SHOULD FLY TO ROME I REALLY WANT GOOD SPAGHETTI RIGHT NOW” and you’d just be like “…ummm…YES PLEASE!!!”

2.) Tamaki literally just wants everyone to be happy so don’t worry about not having someone to comfort you during hard times because Tamaki would be there for you 24/7 no matter what trying to make you smile.

3.) He’d make feel comfortable even when your outside of your comfort zone. He would probably force you to do some stupid stuff that he finds super interesting, but in doing so with him, instead of feeling super awkward dressed as a hoola dancer, he’d make you laugh and you’d end up really enjoying making a fool of yourselves

4.) He’s bilingual and would definitely have so much fun teaching you French if you wanted.

5.) Tama is Super, super, SUPER generous and would basically give up his house for you if you needed it.

6.) He’s impossible to push away. Have trouble letting people get close? Sorry my friend, but when Tamaki starts getting close to you, there’s no stopping him from becoming your confidant and your favorite person to confide in about everything.

7.) He would be super fun to do really stupid stuff with. Like, if you wanted to just color/draw all day while watching some obscure movie I feel like he’d be all over it. Also he’d probably try to take it to the next level by bringing some trophy for whoever colored the most pictures or something like that.

8.) He loves animals. Especially dogs. He’d be all for going to the dog park or a pet store and just staying there all day, fawning over all the adorable/fluffy animals.

9.) He 100% would take care of you if you got sick. Honesty, he’d probably become your temporary man-servant, constantly bringing you throat drops, tea, toast, soup, anything you wanted.

……..He’d probably end up getting sick too though so you’d have to take care of him next!

10.) He would ALWAYS be exited to see you. ALWAYS. There is no way this man would ever look at you, his friend, and frown or think “ugh…I just want some time apart.” No. He’d see you and be like “OMG IT’S *NAME*!!! *NAME* HI, HI, HI! LOOK IT’S ME, TAMAKI! DO YOU SEE ME? IT’S TOTALLY FATE THAT WE RAN INTO EACH OTHER! WE SHOULD HANG OUT AND DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!!!”

He’d just be the most fun friend to have!!!!

So basically i have a headcanon that each paladin has a favorite animal because it was in some way their pet during their childhood. Based on that one question in Voltron quiz

Shiro - As a child, Shiro wanted an animal friend so his parents took him to animal shelter. There, Takashi saw a three-legged pup and instantly fell in love with it. A caretaker asked Shiro if he wanted to perhaps look for different dog but Shiro´s resolute “nope the doggie´s my child now” pretty much concluded it. He was named Wolfie.

Pidge - Before Holt family got a dog, they had a big and old turtle that was a family pet Before Katie was born. Original turtle´s name was William, but Katie nicknamed him Wall-e after her favorite movie. She really loved their family turtle, and would sometimes sit on his back, but usually they just chilled outside, Wall-e eating salad while Katie sat leaning on turtle´s side and playing with her Nintendo. Sadly, William later died due to high age. (sorry Pidge!)

Hunk - Hunk just owned his favorite teddy bear that he would always carry everywhere (we do not give child a dangerous carnivoire, people!). However, Hunk was basically a magic magnet to wild animals - they never feared him and would always come to him for treats and petting because Hunk gives best pets.

Lance - Since Lance has a very, very bigfamily, it is not surprise that one of him aunts owns a marine aquarium. Lance always visited her in her work and would spent nearly all his time besides dolphins and helped feeding them and played with the dolphins like all the time.

Keith - One day, Keith found an injured stray black cat and decided to help her. At first the cat pretty much disliked him scratching and hissing every time he got closer. But as time passed, she grew to like him and even saved Keith from robber (the robber almost got his face clawed out).

Castle Ficlet: Just the Essentials 1/1

Just the Essentials

A Season 7 AUish Ficlet - Set after 7x16

Based on a prompt (which is posted at the end) from @inkstainedcoffeecup, and enabled by @i-prefer-west-side. <3


“What the hell is that?”

Heads have been turning ever since he stepped foot into the precinct with his cargo, but this time the looks – along with Esposito’s question – stop him mid-stride.

He’s been preparing what he’s going to say for the last eight blocks, he’s got this.

“What do you mean?” he asks, feigning innocence. Always start with innocence. Never admit guilt until necessary. “Beckett said make a run for food. I’m supplying nourishment to keep us going as we work this case. I got beef lo mein, I got moo shu pork, I got sesame chicke–”

“And a dog,” his wife supplies, crossing her arms over her chest, one eyebrow jumping high enough on her forehead to blend in with her hairline. “I’m sorry, two dogs.”

“I also got your favorite,” Castle deflects, bouncing on his toes. “The spare ribs.”

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