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How to squash metagaming

Metagaming is an inevitable challenge to face as a DM. Your players most likely have an INT score above 10 and are aware of common tropes and dangers the D&D world has to offer. On top of that, “table talk” and players coaching other players what to do in an encounter (often while they’re not there themselves) can spoil the suspense of a scene. Here are a few tricks I’ve picked up since beginning my campaign to mitigate metagaming and keep players at the edge of the couch. 

Night Shift Notes

When players take the night off and have lookouts take turns keeping watch around the campfire, have the lookout roll Perception. Write what they see on a piece of paper. Be it good news, danger, or nothing out of the ordinary, do this every time one character is visually or audibly checking something out on their own. It beats giving everyone in the party the same visual description simply because one of the PCs rolled high on Perception. Plus, it keeps things moving if you’re managing many party-splitting players at once. 

It’s also fun to leave things ambiguous for that lookout player. Describe sounds that could be tree branches scraping against the window, that could be nothing, but it could also be something… else. This trick may have varying effects, depending on what’s going on in your story. But just like a good horror movie, the simple act of farming out mundane info to just one player can build suspense, and gives a single player a bit of the spotlight as they time-manage what they can do between what their senses can pick up and how fast they can alarm the others of what they think is happening.

Fog of War

Whenever the party explores a dungeon or dangerous area they’re unfamiliar with, try revealing fractions of your playmat at a time. I always show a 15x15 starting point, like the entrance to the dungeon, and show enough in that small space to tease the corridors the PCs can travel down, at the risk of stepping into the unknown. 

You can also draw the map as you go, beginning with a blank canvas and taking your wet erase markers along the path as they explore it. To hint at what’s around the corner, be sure to have audible clues prepped in case someone is waiting before stepping into the next fraction of the map you’ve prepared. 

WIS and CHA Saves

Sometimes a single player is experiencing a condition that removes the option of choice. Perhaps a PC has been charmed in secret, or was possessed while separated from the party. Similar to how I deal with lookout encounters, I write an “If… Then…” guideline to follow, otherwise I let them role-play as normal. 

You’re under the effects of an enchantment spell. If you see one of the royal guard, you must alert them to your presence and the presence of your friends by any means necessary. You otherwise behave completely normal. 

It’s as if you’ve taken on the hatred of someone, or something, that can’t stand the sight of the living. If you hear the sound of laughter or merriment, you must take steps to remove yourself from the area or attack the source of happiness. Whenever possible, find the local gravekeeper: you believe there’s unfinished business with him, though you’ve never seen or met him before. 

Are there special steps you take to squash metagaming at your table? Let me know by reblogging and sharing your wisdom!

anonymous asked:

Can you explain any additional side effects/effects of ketamine?

kicks down the door, dual-wielding syringes

Did somebody say KETAMINE?L!!?!?#$$@@!!!!!!?

…Shut it, Stethy.

Okay. Ketamine. My #1 all-time favorite pharmacological agent. (I have a feeling someone sent me this ask to cheer me up, which I’ve really needed this week, but I’m not sure so I’m going to answer it.)

There’s a phenomenal article about the “Ketamine Brain Continuum” from an amazing ER doc, which I’m going to summarize here,  but if you’re as fascinated as I am, is worth reading in its entirety.

In low doses, ketamine can relieve pain. It can also make people feel very “stoned”.

In  medium doses, it can cause hallucinations. This is what the drug using community refers to as “falling down the K-hole,” and ketamine is indeed known for its illicit uses. For example:

Then I entered an orange-brown-black space occupied by a giant inflated kiwi-bird with ruffled, long tassel-like feathers and a long curved slim black beak, and the beak curved off into infinity. The space was like a corridor, with undulating grasses at the top and bottom, and the kiwi somehow inside it, but the sides were open and the corridor stretched off into infinity and I moved toward the kiwi and it felt beautiful, amazing, with loud buzzing, ringing sounds accompanying the journey….

There are some fascinating first-hand accounts here:  

Note: I am in no way encouraging illicit uses of pharmacological agents. Any agent can be dangerous. But if you want to know what ketamine feels like, don’t ask the medical providers, ask the people who use it for fun, right? 

This is actually where medical people want patients not to be. The hallucinations can be distressful. To quote Dr. Reuben Strayer (above article):

If the patient develops distress shortly after an initial dose, the patient is not fully dissociated and the best maneuver is usually to give more ketamine.

Personally I think that’s the best maneuver for almost any situation.

In high doses, ketamine works as an anesthetic, specifically a dissociative anesthetic. It shuts the brain off from outside stimulus completely. Basically what ketamine does is it shuts the brain off from outside stimuli. That means that even though someone’s eyes are open (and possibly twitching, medically referred to as nystagmus) their brain isn’t processing information from them. As a doc whose lectures I love likes to say, “Think of a beach. Or think of a mountaintop. Or think of a beach on a mountaintop. Anything is possible with ketamine.”

Think of it like this: with most anesthetics, the brain is temporarily turned off. With ketamine, the brain isn’t turned off – it’s just disconnected from the outside world.

However, if someone is unprepared for it, those hallucinations can seem like a nightmare. And there is a portion of patients who get ketamine and, as it starts to wear off, they start screaming uncontrollably. This is called an “emergence reaction,” as they emerge from anesthesia and slip into the K-hole.

Someone who has been sedated/anosthetized with ketamine, especially if it’s against their will (used as a “knockout drug”), will likely have very negative hallucinations. To an outsider they’ll be lying on the floor, eyes open and blinking, unable to move or react to anything. It’s a great moment for a horror scene, or a horrific element to an action plot, especially if they have an emergence reaction and come back to reality screaming.

(Ketamine is also routinely used during veterinary euthanasia, at least where I live, and eyes stay open even after death, and that’s something a good vet warns their clients about. Ketamine isn’t the lethal agent, that’s a barbiturate, I think usually just a massive overdose of phenobarbital.)

Other uses:

  • ketamine helps open up constricted airways (acts as a broncholytic or bronchodilator). This means that it’s the optimal anesthetic for intubating – putting a breathing tube in – severe asthmatics who need to go on ventilators.
  • Ketamine, in high doses, can be used to subdue patient who are physically violent and psychotic.
  • Because ketamine acts on different receptors than typical sedatives, it can be used to stop seizures when benzodiazepines (Valium, Ativan, Versed…) have failed.
  • Low-dose, slow infusions of ketamine have seen great promise in depression that’s not responding to other approaches. There are ketamine clinics around for exactly this purpose.
  • Low-dose / analgesic ketamine is often used by EMS personnel during rescue scenarios where someone is trapped or pinned in a vehicle because ketamine, unlike most pain medications, doesn’t reduce blood pressure.
  • Ketamine is typically not used as an anesthetic in head injury patients because there is some (conflicting) data on whether or not it can increase intracranial pressure.

Originally posted by rightstufanime

So that’s ketamine. Thanks for the ask and thanks for listening to my madness!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Steve’s little Sister - Part 5

You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW)


Warnings: fighting, coming to terms with the past, a fair bit of angst and a panic attack at the end

Word Count: 2563 ok, so I’m a wordy little shit

Title: Steve’s little Sister (Part 5)

Note: Sorry this took so long to get out but I had some serious writers block concerning this fic. I had to re-write this bit so much but I’m happy with how it came out. I wish I had a big brother as awesome as Steve… if only.

Let me know what you think!

Steve’s little Sister Masterlist

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Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on the doorknob and entered the gym. Looking around you noticed it was a large open area. In front of the door the floor was heavily padded with clearly marked sparring squares. Most were small but there were two large ones to the right. Behind them in a corridor like space the weight machines stretched down the left wall against a mirror and on the right were the cardio equipment. Next to this area was a large room with a single door. You assumed it led to the storage room and showers. Although it was large the gym had a homey feel to it which calmed your nerves.

A grunt sounded from the weight area and you spotted Steve and Bucky on the weights with Sam lounging next to them. You couldn’t help but ogle Bucky as he worked. His muscles rippled with each movement, the plates on his metal arm whirring. He was soaked in sweat and his red henley clung to him. Steve started to look up and you quickly averted your eyes.

“Ah, victoria/n you’re…” Steve’s voice faded as he saw you and he stood there mouth agape. Several emotions were warring upon your brothers face and he was struggling so much that Bucky got up to check on him.

“Steve?” He questioned waving a hand in front of his unblinking eyes. Steve looked at his friend and then back pointing at you as he did so.

Bucky looked up at you and had to do a double take. You proudly noticed how he shifted on his feet and liked his lips as his eyes roved over you. You’d also caught Sam’s attention and were starting to think letting Nat persuade you into this outfit was a bad idea.

You were wearing a simple black sports bra, black booty shorts and nothing else. Your y/h/c hair was tied back in a high ponytail and you had black sparring gloves on. You were showing a lot of skin and you weren’t exactly comfortable with it but Nat had said that’s what everyone wears these days. You had your doubts but when Wanda chimed in saying that Nat was right you believed them. Now, however, you thought you’d been played.

“Nat said this is what you wear to the gym. I assume I’ve been played, yes?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around yourself self consciously.

At Nat’s name Steve released a long sigh and set his jaw. Bucky, who had noticed both yours and Steve’s discomfort, started to take off his shirt. Stepping in front of Sam, Bucky called out to you,

“Here doll, take this.” He held out his henley to you and you took it gratefully.

“Thanks Buck,” you replied without looking at him. You could see his glistening abs from the corner of your eye and knew if you looked you’d never be able I look away.

Steve flashed Bucky a grateful smile and made his way over to you. You pulled Bucky’s t-shirt over you and breathed in his smell, feeling immediately better for being covered.

“Don’t worry kiddo, Nat still pulls stuff on Buck and I.” He said in attempts to comfort you but your cheeks remained bright red.

“If it makes a difference I thought you looked great.” Added Sam from behind Steve who gave his friend a look but you just laughed.

“Thanks Sam.” You went to say more but were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Nat was leant up against the doorway with an amused smirk on her face. Behind her you could see Wanda peeking her head around the corner trying to get a glimpse of you.

Placing your hands on your hips you turned around to face them raising a single eyebrow. Nat gave you an innocent look and entered the room with Wanda close behind. Both of them were wearing exactly what you had on and you weren’t sure if they were going for solidarity or just trying to con you further. When Wanda gave you a meek smile and a wink you decided that it was solidarity.

“Come on,” gestured Nat as she made her way to one of the larger spare in mats. “You’re gonna train with me and Wanda today. Boys.” She nodded a greeting to the others and Wanda started chatting with Sam. You risked a look at Steve out of the corner of your eyes and it was clear your brother still wasn’t comfortable with you training. In attempts to convince him or maybe just convince yourself you joined Nat on the mat and started stretching with her.

Wanda finished her conversation with Sam and joined you. Bucky patted Steve on the back and made his way back to the machines. Steve released a sigh and followed him and Sam back. Once out of earshot Nat questioned, “So?”

“So?” You replied confused.

“How did Barnes react?” Nat pressed and you blushed.

“How did you..?”

“I’m a super spy,” interrupted Nat bluntly, “I’m good at my job. You have a thing for him. Wanda didn’t even need to use her powers to tell. How did he react?”

You paused for a moment, it seemed that you wouldn’t be able to hide anything from these two. It was a nice thought, to have two people you can trust with anything, you’d never had friends like that before. You smiled shyly at the two girls and Wanda, who had read your thoughts, grinned widely.

I can do this you thought to yourself as you stood up sending Nat a wink. In a surge of confidence you grabbed the hem of Bucky’s shirt.

“Oh, and to answer your question,” you drawled as you slowly pulled Bucky’s henley over your head, “he reacted very well. You should have seen Steve though.” You stood up straight trying to act nonchalant at your outfit and the reactions of the boys that you could see in the mirrors that lined the room.

Nat said nothing and stood up beside you a proud look on her face. She gestured for you to stand opposite Wanda and you started your training. Nat started you off slow. She had you do basic punches and kicks into Wanda’s hands all the while assessing your stance and posture. When she deemed you could fight she gave you a short break announcing that at it’s end you would be able to spar with Wanda freely.

You wandered to the water fountain with Wanda and took a deep breath. Steve and Bucky had stayed behind to watch but Sam was long gone. Catching Bucky’s eye he gave you a thumbs up and his heart melting smile and you couldn’t help but feel slightly confident.

Then Nat caught your eye and she nodded. It was time. Taking in a deep breath you pushed everything from your mind. You tried to still your thoughts as you stepped onto the mat. Both you and Wanda assumed defensive positions and when Nat gave the word you started.

Taking a deep breath you started circling Wanda. The fight started slowly Wanda threw her punches testing you out. With each one she increased the strength behind it until she was giving it her all. The two of you were well matched.

Wanda swung and you blocked throwing one of your own back. She danced out of the way and threw a kick but you were already behind her. You put her in a headlock but she quickly got out of it with a jab to your ribs. The two of you continued to fight. It soon became a fast flurry of fists and feet neither of you pausing for a moment. You continued for a while, neither of you able to gain the upper hand. Bucky released a low whistle at how well you were doing and the distraction nearly costed you your footing. Eventually, as you were both fading, you played your final card. You dropped into a crouch and swung your leg out knocking Wanda off her feet.

Wanda tapped the mat three times signalling that she was done and you bent over to offer her your hand. You hauled Wanda up and the both of you stood there puffing and panting, waiting for Nat to say something.

“My work here is done. You need no extra training.” Stated Nat happily and with that she turned and sauntered out of the room. Wanda turned to you and enveloped you in a big hug. Pulling away she gave you a huge smile and moved off to stretch.

You turned your attention to Steve and Bucky, the latter grinning from ear to ear.

“That was amazing doll!” he exclaimed throwing an arm around you. There was that word again. Doll. You couldn’t help the blush that formed on your cheeks at his comment and how close he was holding you. “I knew you had that Rogers fighting spirit in you somewhere.” he added and you both laughed. 

Your smile fell as your gaze found your brother, his expression unreadable. You pulled away from Bucky and walked up to Steve.

“You never told me,” was all he said, so quietly that if you didn’t have the serum in your blood, you wouldn’t have heard him.

You placed a reassuring hand on his forearm and smiled sadly up at him. “You never asked.” you replied and you could both see the sadness in each other’s eyes. The mourning of the time you’d all lost together. “So much has changed since we were kids Steve. We’ve all changed, both physically and psychologically. It’ll take a bit of getting used to but we’ll get through it. Right?” Your voice was shaking and you both knew it wasn’t from the fight. You were trying to convince yourself as much as you were Steve and he knew that. He placed his other hand over your own and smiled down at you. He pulled you in for a hug and you closed your eyes before you both pulled away. Steve held you at arm’s length and smiled, this time it reached his eyes.

“I’m glad I’ve got you back kiddo.” he implored.

“Me too Steve. Me too.”

Bucky ruffled your hair and winked before he headed out the door.

“I gotta go guys, we still up for that movie tonight?” he questioned looking between you and Steve.

“Of course,” you replied barely able to hide your excitement.

“Brilliant. See you both then.” he called over his shoulder as he left the room. Steve gave your hand a squeeze before he too headed out. You made your way over to Wanda and joined her stretching ignoring the amused look she was sending your way.

After you’d stretched and showered you made your way down to the living room, your journal in your hand. You were enjoying your time here more than you thought you would. You thought they’d all see you as Steve’s little sister but they didn’t. They accepted you as who you were and it was something that had never happened to you before. Steve, Bucky, Howard and even Peggy had a preconceived view of who you were. They made to protect you but the team took you as you were. It was nice.

So lost in your thoughts you almost walked past Bucky’s room without haring anything. Almost. A deep masculine grunt pierced the air just as you walked past and it was shortly followed by a feminine squeal. The good mood you had been in had completely vanished and you stopped walking.

So much for the signals he’d given you in the gym. With the way he looked at you you thought maybe you’d have a chance with him but clearly you were kidding yourself. He was with someone else. Another one of his many girls. Someone that would never be you. You felt the tears flow down your face and you almost laughed at how silly you were being. As much as you tried yu couldn’t get over Bucky. With a dejected sigh you continued on your way to the living room.

You’d only just joined Sam on the couch and opened your journal when the siren sounded. You froze as red lights started flashing.

“Captain Rogers. Sergeant Barnes. Agent Barton. Vision. Miss Maximoff. You are required for a mission.” came FRIDAY’s voice from above you. 

“Don’t worry,” explained Sam as he saw how you’d frozen, “it’s just the alarm for missions we hadn’t planned for. Emergency kind of stuff.”

Behind you Bucky violently burst into the open and he rushed past you half dressed on his way to the armoury. A red head emerged shortly after him (to which Sam scoffed) hair mussed and a confused pout on her face. She was desperately trying to cover herself but you made no effort to help her.

Curious as to how missions worked you stood up with Sam and watched what was happening. You spotted Clint outside the large glass window already prepping the Quinjet parked there. Vision and Wanda were there too. Steve emerged from another corridor with Bucky in tow, both men suited up. Steve spotted you and made towards you.

“It’s just a mission.” He assured when he saw the expression on your face, mistaking your curiosity for confusion. You rolled your eyes, ever the protective big brother.  “We’ll be back in no time.” He ruffled your hair and moved off. Bucky did the same and added, “looks like movie night is canceled, sorry doll.”

You shurged, trying not to seem sad, and turned your attention to Steve who turned around just as he boarded the Quinjet and gave you wave.

But it wasn’t Captain America that you saw before you. No. The scene changed and you were watching a much smaller Steve wearing an army uniform that was far too large for him. He was grinning from ear to ear as he boarded the bus that would take him to camp Leigh. Take him away from you. Just as he was stepping onto the bus he turned and gave you a wave, the exact same wave he just gave you. Tears formed in your eyes and you chest tightened.

You blinked and shook your head bringing yourself back to the present. Bucky followed his best friend on board. He too turned around and grinned at you cheekily before throwing you a play salute. Just as he’d done the day he boarded the boat for Europe. Last time he’d said goodbye like that, he hadn’t come back.

Your chest constricted and you struggled to breath. The breaths you managed were loud and sharp. Tears started to flow freely down your face and your legs gave way from under you. Just as the Quinjet took off you realised what was happening. You were having a panic attack.

You would have hit the floor had Sam not caught you. He lowered you to the ground and tried to get your attention. He shifted so his body was between you and the window, blocking your view of the ever shrinking Quinjet.

“y/n? Can you hear me?” He asked his tone desperate, “tell me what’s happening.”

Somehow you managed to answer, your voice raw from the tear.

“The last time they left me, they never came back.”

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File It Under Unfinished Business

Fanfiction Contest Winner 2016

written by @badismyname

“Let me get this straight,” The Doctor is looking at you intently with those big brown eyes and adjusts his tie. “You just let it in?!” He points his arm emphatically at the Tardis door. “What if it gets caught up in something? Or gets lost?”

All you can do is wince at his tone of voice and look embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to. I heard a noise, I thought it was you. I just opened the door a sliver to peek out and then it ran in…” Your voice trails off and you give the Doctor the most innocent look you can muster. His eyes soften at the corners and he quirks a small smile.

“We’ll just have to find it then, won’t we?”

Phew… he wasn’t actually mad. You’ve seen the Doctor upset or sad, he could be dealt with then, but when he was mad you didn’t want to be on the receiving end. As many Daleks would attest if you could get past “Exterminate”.

The Doctor’s look turned more mischievous and he’s placed an index finger on your breastbone. “I’ll help you find it. But you let it in, so you have to catch it.” He removes his finger leaving tingles behind and you’re breathing quicker than you were before. Damnit, he has such an affect on you. Hopefully he won’t notice. You glance at him to check. His hands are already stuffed into his pockets and he’s strolling towards the stairs. “Come on. You’re not going to catch it standing around like that! Did you see which way it went?”


“Well, always up for an adventure, me.” The Doctor shrugs, dances down the stairs then out of sight.

Follow the Doctor, please. You will your legs to take steps forward. It was just a finger!

The Doctor calls back to you, “Did you happen to see what color it was?”


He sounds far off already but you’re sure that you hear him mumble, “Why does everything else get to be ginger?”

You follow the sound of clomping trainers and find him staring at a wall panel. It looks pretty innocuous to you but the Doctor whips out his sonic screwdriver and starts to scan. The blue light and familiar sound reminds you of the first time you met the Doctor. You smile inwardly. It seems like only yesterday he invited you into the Tardis. Yesterday and a million years ago. Almost quite literally.
You snap out of your reverie, quickly focusing your gaze back on him. Like always, he is still in his own mind trying to understand why the panel was panel. You can only speculate.

“Something wrong Doctor?”

He turns his head, squints an eye at you. “This panel is different. Different color, different texture.” He licks the panel. “Different taste. Why is this panel different from the rest?” He’s standing up straight now, pointing at the panel, looking at you for an answer.

“It looks that same as the others to me. Maybe you repaired it and don’t remember?” You offer, eyebrows raised. You purse your lips speculatively.
Did that really just happen? You are very sure the Doctor just looked you in the eye then at your lips then quickly looked away.

Now you’ve never said anything to the Doctor about the feelings you have for him. You weren’t sure if the feelings were mutual which is why you didn’t. That look though. Maybe you are thinking too much into things. You file that look under unfinished business, a file that was getting fatter by the day. Time for that later. You’ve got something to find and no time to think about odd looks from the Doctor.

He looks back at you and slips his screwdriver back into his suit pocket.

“Hmmm, I don’t trust things that don’t taste right. Especially when they’re in my Tardis.”

Trying to keep the Doctor from getting distracted again you grab him by the hand and begin tugging him down the corridor. “Come on, Doctor! Let’s get back to the weird tasting panel later. Right now, we’ve got a cat to find!”

You’re certain when you took the Doctor’s hand he smiled a smile he thought you wouldn’t see.

“Puss! Here puss!” The Doctor calls. You were both shouting down corridors looking for the small ginger cat that you’d accidentally let into the Tardis. He’d let your hand go a few junctions back somewhat reluctantly. You can still feel his warmth and the butterflies in your stomach from his close proximity. Thank your DNA you weren’t prone to blushing, you would still be red now if that were the case.

“Maybe we should go back to the control room? I don’t think it got this far into the Tardis and cats have a good sense of direction. It’ll not want to stay once it realises we don’t have any food.” You advise but the Doctor’s not even looking at you. He’s wandered ten feet away and is glaring at another wall panel. He’s definitely not just curious this time and now he’s licked it. And again. You really wish his tongue didn’t get around so much. Being jealous of inanimate objects was not very becoming.


He turns to you and points his sonic at the panel in an off-handed gesture, “This panel is exactly the same as the other. Same color, texture, and taste. They match only themselves and not the rest of the wall panels.” The Doctor starts pacing a little and runs his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “You could be right. I repaired it and I just don’t remember. But two that I don’t remember is more unlikely. If we find a third…” He says, walking down the hallway looking intently at walls, feeling each panel in turn.

“What about the cat?” You ask, following, taking a quick look at the panel the Doctor claimed looked different. It looked the same.

Focused on a panel and stroking his chin the Doctor says, “The cat…will…have…to wait.” He takes your hand in his and whisks you back the way you came.

You finally get back to the first different panel. You, regretfully, let go of the Doctor’s hand to steady yourself and catch your breath. He’s distracted by the panel. He’s so intense yet curious. That face makes your heart melt. While you’re busy being dreamy eyed and melty, the Doctor’s got your hand again running down another corridor in the opposite direction of the last. He’s looking more quickly, he now knows what he’s looking for. It’s really hard to concentrate on helping when he’s so close. His hand is warm but dry. Fingers long and thin but strong. You wanted him to do things with those hands. Feel his fingers on your cheek, his thumb sweep across your lip.

“Ah ha!” yells the Doctor, all teeth and eyes, and he stops up short. You very nearly run into him. He’s got his hands on the panel now, nowhere near you. Maybe he and the panel should get a room. You cross your arms, you look at the panel then back at the Doctor.

“I just don’t see it, Doctor. They all look the same.” You say crisply before you realise how childish you sound.

The Doctor stands up perfectly straight and doesn’t seem to notice your snark.

“You’re looking but you’re not seeing!” He gestures with his hands around his face frantically. Like the gestures could help you see. The Doctor really thought more of you than you thought of yourself. But you are sure they all look the same.

TRY harder. For the Doctor. You look back at the panel he had been inspecting and focus. The color was a bit different. More blue than the surrounding walls. So subtle that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention and happen to be concentrating on the Doctor’s hands instead.

You place your hand on the different panel and one next to it. The blue panel had a slight ribbed texture to it where the regular panel was smooth.

“Taste it.” The Doctor says.

“Oh, no. I’m not putting my tongue on that. It’s different. I can tell now without licking it.”

“Myah well,” he rubs his neck, looking maybe a bit disappointed. “That’s three panels in my Tardis that are not of my making. Where did they come from?” (He’s got his crazed face on now.) “Why are they here? Who put them there? Why are they almost exactly the same but different enough for me to notice if I just looked a bit harder?” The Doctors head snaps around. “And would I have found them if we weren’t looking for that cat?”

“Maybe we should find out how many more of those panels there are, Doctor?”
“Right then. Allons-y!”

There were fifteen blue panels set oddly about in the walls of the Tardis.
Once you put your mind on the task and away from your infatuation with the Doctor you were pretty helpful. Being helpful to the Doctor made you feel good. He’d held your hand three more times and he’d talked you into licking a wall. Even though you were concentrating on being helpful, you couldn’t quite turn all your feelings off. That worked to his advantage, not yours. Hence the wall licking. Damn him and his stupid eyes.

The wall did have an odd taste. Like rotten eggs or sulphur. Through all your panel investigating, you still hadn’t found the cat. You tried to get the Doctor call it Heathcliff instead of the cat but he refused. He said he would call it by it’s name when the cat gave it to him. Because he spoke cat. The know-it-all.

There didn’t seem to be any connection in the positioning of the panels in relation to each other, the Tardis, or in the collection of oddities they contained. They were made of the same material the other panels were made of according to the scans he’d done. Now back in the control room, the Doctor was leaning over the console speaking out loud mostly to himself trying to make sense of it, ticking (which slowly turned to banging) off each thought.

“Sulphur, blue, textured….fifteen. Four evenly spaced down one corridor. Two facing each other. One close to the control room. Five at the ends of five separate corridors. And three in dead ends. Where’s the connection!?” The Doctor is looking flustered and he kicks his foot against the floor. You wish you could help him but what could your puny brain possibly conceive that a 900 year old Time Lord couldn’t?

“Maybe there isn’t one?” You speculate and it’s definitely a question not a statement.

He turns towards you and his eyes focus,

“What did you say?”

“I said maybe there isn’t one. A connection in relation to the Tardis. Maybe they’re just random anomalies.”

The Doctor takes three steps and has you by the shoulders. He’s shaking you in an affectionately excited way.

“Brilliant. You’re brilliant. Not the anomalies part but the random in relation to the Tardis part. You can’t get it all right but brilliant.”

Before you can smile at him for calling you brilliant, his lips are on yours. What seems like an eternity passes and as your body finally decides to respond and relax into the kiss it’s over. The Doctor’s pulling you back down the stairs into the first corridor to the panel closest to the control room.

You file that kiss with the rest of the unfinished business.

You’re breathless from running around rechecking all the panels. And from that kiss. The Doctor kissed you for being brilliant. Put that away for later.
Their positioning on the ship was random so he had to figure out what else connected them. All the panels you and the Doctor checked together, he noticed the texture was the difference. Each went in a different direction, created a different pattern. The one closest to the control room pointed up in an arrow motif. The two facing each other were horizontal lines. The four in the same corridor were swirls; two to the right, two to the left. The Doctor was checking the five at the ends of the corridors and he sent you to check the ones at the dead ends.

The first one you checked was a diagonal from left to right. The second was the opposite. You’ve been searching for the third dead end but it’s not where you remember it being. It was definitely 10 steps past the four way junction but it’s much farther down now. 30 steps. Huh. Maybe you missed counted. There had been a lot of hand holding going on at the time.

Walking up to the panel, you place your palms flat and feel the ribbing. Interesting. This one, following the pattern, felt like a teardrop. Pointed at the top, ballooning out at the bottom. You wonder what the Doctor would make of the panels. They were almost like a puzzle that needed to be put together. Maybe it was. You’ll suggest that to him when you get back.


As you turn to the sound, you see a little ginger cat rubbing it’s cheek against the corner of the entryway. You didn’t get a great look at it when it ran into the Tardis but now you could see how desperately cute the thing is. It couldn’t be more than a few months old and so fluffy.

“Oh aren’t you adorable. Come her kitty.” You try to entice it over with your fingers and a soft voice. It takes a few tentative steps towards you and attacks your fingers playfully. After a few moments of play, you scoop the cat up cradling it like a baby and scratch it on the head. While you are gushing over the little fuzz ball you think you hear the Doctor calling your name but it’s far off.

“Doctor? Is that you?” You call back down the corridor.

The Doctor turns right around the corner from the corridor on the left and his face contorts from frantic concern to wide with relief. He steps forward hurriedly, looks like he’s about to hug you but sees the cat. He takes your shoulders instead (a little put out).

“Where have you been?”

“I did what you asked me to do. Checked the panels and I just so happen to also find the cat.”

“But you’ve been gone for five hours.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense. I couldn’t’ve been more than half an hour. You told me to be quick.” You say a little defensively. You had two tasks and managed to kill two birds with one stone in no more than 30 minutes. You were sure. He still had his hands on you and his eyes now looked worried.

“You have been gone for five hours….I was very worried about you.” He says quietly. You can feel the tickle of his breath on your cheeks, his lips are so close to yours. The Doctor’s eyes are pools of dark water you’re drowning in and you want to. Maybe now was the time to bring up that unfinished business. Better he should know than not, right? Either way he felt, he would be more conscientious about how he acted towards you in the future. That could mean no more random you’re brilliant kisses but it could also be the exact opposite. You can make the choice. Break the surface or let yourself sink deeper…

“I think it’s a puzzle.” Coward.

“What?” His hands drop away from you.

“The panels, I think they might be puzzle pieces.” 

Just like that, the magic was broken. He is back to pacing the corridor thinking about what you’d just said.

“Let’s get back to the control room. I need you to tell me what those other panels look like and see if your theory is correct.” The Doctor says sternly walking back the way he came. “Bring the cat.”

Crowley. The Doctor said the cat’s name was Crowley. You would know if you spoke cat. The name sounded familiar but couldn’t quite remember where from. You explained to him in detail what your panels looked like but before he could tell you about his five he got distracted. Now, he was on the floor playing with tiny little Crowley looking the definition of adorable. If you looked up the word in the dictionary there would be a picture of the Doctor playing with a ginger kitten. It bounced around his ankles chasing the loose laces, catching them and trying to run off with its prey only for the lace to rebound back home when it reached the maximum length. The Doctor was laughing and his eyes sparkled with delight.

“Oh we’re just going to have to keep you, won’t we? You brilliant little thing.”
The Doctor scooped up the kitten, looked up at you his face full of child-like wonder, “Shouldn’t we?”

“I think Crowley would make a great addition to our family, Doctor,” you say smiling at him from a few feet away. You would have liked to be sitting closer but the view was better here and you could more easily hide your staring.

“Do you mean that?” The Doctor’s face turned a bit serious. He stood, kitten in hand, suit crumpled from his time on the floor.

“Of course! Every Tardis should have a cat.” You chuckle trying to soften that look but it turned even more serious.

“No. Not that. The part about us being a family?” He looked down at Crowley and his voice was quiet. He was so uncharacteristically quiet you weren’t sure what to do. His shoulders shook a bit and when he turned his head back up to you there were tears glistening in his eyes. “I was so worried about you today. I couldn’t even imagine what had happened. I yelled your name and you didn’t answer. I was about to start tearing out walls before I finally found you.” He set the kitten down on the console (you note that it promptly found a warm spot near the center and fell asleep) takes a few steps towards you before stopping within arms reach. “You are like family to me.”

Now it’s your turn to look down.

“Sure, sure. Like a kid sister, right? That you have watch over, protect.”

He puts a knuckle under your chin, thumb just below your lip and lifts your face to look at him. “Not like a sister. Did that kiss not mean anything to you?” The tears in his eyes are on the verge of falling, his heart is wide open.

If only you could’ve seen inside his head. All that unfinished business you filed away for later has been tossed into the air of your mind now and you don’t know where to start. The looks, the smiles, the hand holding, the kiss. He was trying to be subtle, feel you out. The Doctor’s thrown caution to the wind and he’s looking at you with those deep dark orbs waiting for an answer. You’re finding it hard to take a deep breath. The Doctor’s seen so much, he carried so much sadness. He’s laid his heart on the table with a few words and a look. You always hoped but never dare say and now he’s giving you your chance because he feels the same and doesn’t know. The Doctor wants you and he doesn’t even know you want him back.

Say Something! Anything! Start Somewhere. Anywhere.

“Everything. That kiss meant everything to me.”

The Doctor’s hand slides to your cheek, his kiss is soft and sweet. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You can feel the muscles of his back through his suit. A little moan escapes your lips. The Doctor returns it with what could only be described as a growl, and the kiss deepens.

Unnecessary questions start to pop into your head. What about the weird panels? What about the time lapse? What about the cat? SHUT UP! You are just going to have to figure that stuff out later. The Doctor will remember too, eventually. There are much more important things going on right now that need all your attention and you did not plan on letting anything interrupt this moment.

I am absolutely delighted by this fic. There’s marvelous romantic tension, which is probably one of the best things to have in an imagine, or in any story with romance, really. Using present tense is nice for emotional pieces, especially when they had suspense, so that was a great judgment call on writing style. The cat was a cute touch. The mystery of the panels is excellent, mostly because I don’t have a single clue of what the answer could be, which is one of the better options in mystery. In my personal opinion, there are two options in mystery that work really well. The first option is the one seen here, which is to give clues that don’t tell the reader anything until you get to the end, when the final connection is made. The other option is to give clues that are potentially misleading, so that the reader thinks they have it all figured out until you surprise them with a completely different explanation than what they were expecting. This is an excellent balance of mystery and romance, and I hope to see a continuation very soon.

Converted an old fic snippet into this dribble drabble. ^u^ Fugitive life & fluff(?). Jay and Anders have a closed an opening to the Deep Roads, and deal with lack of soft&warm beds, mana-deficiency, and the Taint. ~730 words.

Somewhere in Ferelden; 9:38 Dragon

Hawke shifted uncomfortably on his bedroll and Anders, whose arms had been wrapped around his shoulder, tightened his grip and pressed his forehead harder against Hawke’s chest with a frown and some mumbled incomprehensible words that sounded vaguely like begging.
      “Shhhh, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. I need to move. My back hurts,” Hawke muttered, and shifted again, trying to alleviate the ache and the soreness. There had been a time when he had been able to sleep on cold hard ground like this without much discomfort, but years were finally catching up to him - and the years when he’d gotten used to mostly spending his nights in his comfortable, warm bed in Hightown. At least they were sheltered from the freezing autumn rain in the cave that remained of the much larger one they’d collapsed on a darkspawn tunnel. Being soaking wet on top of everything else would have made trying to sleep ever so much more miserable.

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A Min Yoongi/Suga Fanfiction

Summary:  Exposure determines how light or dark an image will appear when it’s been captured by a camera…So why can you only see rainbows when you look at him.

Part 1 Part 2

Part 1


‘So this is the studio space, there are 4 separate recording studios at the moment, however I think Shi Hyuk has planned to add more-’

'And are there rules about when I can use them, or…’

'Well at the moment its just the boys using them, so as long as you book on the sign in here-’ he says indicating the mounted tablet on the wall which held a schedule looking timetable with quite a few squares already filled, 'then you can use it whenever you want! But I will warn you that if you think you’ll be alone at night, these boys tend to stay in pretty late- especially Yoongi.’

'Which one is Yoongi?’ you ask intrigued, moving over to the giant mural on the wall beside the tablet, decorated with the charming faces of seven young guys who were all smiling and happy.

'Ah, he’s this one.’ Seojun, your guide- and executive director of the company, indicates.

The one he’d pointed out had platinum blonde/pretty much white hair in the picture. His face was pale and his features curved softly, his eyes looking like they resembled the sleepy slope of a sloth’s, and his nose resembling a button. You couldn’t particularly imagine him to be into producing or composing so much, but then you thought, 'each to their own’; you weren’t bothered as long as he didn’t get in your way.

'Anyway, onto the actual sound equipment…’

As soon as you’d been shown around the entire building and had had the rules regarding working practise repeated to you a few times, you left Seojun with a polite goodbye and an over the shoulder comment that he’d be able to find you in one of the studio’s that you’d already booked out on your tour earlier.

However, as you found out pretty quickly, there was only downside to the whole 'move to Seoul and help produce music for the bigwigs’ plan that you’d set up, and that was that when it came to working and composing- the thing you loved most- you tended to become a little bit of a hermit. So you shouldn’t have been surprised when you looked up at the clock a little while after getting started with playing and experimenting with the equipment in the studio that evening and you realised the time was 3am.


Your stomach lets out a loud agreement with your exclamation, making you shake your head in disapproval at your own obsessive nature before getting to your feet for the first time in what must have been hours and stretching till you heard your entire back crack.

You knew you were nowhere near finished despite your realisation of the time, however. It was only the knowledge that you had a packed schedule for the rest of the week that urged you to begin to pack up, trying to save all of your progress and becoming confused when the computer wouldn’t respond.

'Trust me to forget this part.’ you murmur to yourself, referring to the detailed explanation that Seojun had given you earlier about how you make sure not to lose your work, before remembering that he’d also pointed out the small office that held all the computer and programme manuals that you could refer to if you forgot.

You down the last of your coffee that was now cold from hours of neglect, before heading for the door, seeing that the small corridor space was abandoned, and shuffling over to the main office. Although you’d been told that you were able to go into the space of your own free will- as long as you didn’t mess it up- you still felt like you should hurry in grabbing the manual and getting out, hating the feeling of being the new girl even more when you browse through the files and cant find the one you’re looking for.

'Who are you?’

You jump half a mile when the guy suddenly appears in the doorway, having to throw your arm out to steady yourself on the wall behind you as you gasp in air to keep your heart going.

'Jesus, don’t scare me like that!’ you snap weakly, your eyes finally adapting to the sudden light that had been flicked on in the corridor, revealing the familiar face at the door- although you couldn’t quite put your finger on who he was.

'Well…who are you?’ he repeats, his eyebrows hanging low over his eyes as he crosses his arms and stands intimidatingly as he watches you, the whole bravado making you feel affronted and immediately bringing out your defensive side.

'I’m Melody. Who are you-’

'What are you doing here?’ he asks, cutting you off in your own question, and his demanding tone makes you stand up properly and cross your own arms over your chest, mirroring his stance almost perfectly as you glare at him.

'I’m working.’ you say shortly, expecting him to quickly question you again, but instead watching him as his eyes graze around the room, seeing the books that you’d been looking at and smirking slightly as he looks back at you momentarily before stepping forward and pulling one of the giant paperbacks from the shelf.

'Page 903.’ is all he says as he hands it to you, trying to suppress a smile before giving you one last look over and turning around to walk out of the room.

'Wait, who are you?’ you ask again, the whole interaction making you beyond confused, before you see him look back over his shoulder with a smirk as he stands in the corridor, the single light above him making him look like God was shining his light down on his head, and the whole image made you want to scoff at the grandeur.

That was until he gave you an answer.

'Yoongi. My name is Yoongi.’

And then he was gone.



[EPISODE] 127. A Senshi’s Realization! Strength Lies Within a Pure Heart.

Series: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon S

Kana: 戦士の自覚! 強さは純な心の中に
Romaji: Senshi no Jikaku! Tsuyosa wa Pyua na Kokoro no Naka ni

Original Air Date: February 25, 1995

Director: Harume Kosaka
Writer: Sukehiro Tomita
Animation Director: Masahiro Ando

Plot: As Chibiusa returns to the future, a surviving daimon emerges from the ruins of Mugen Academy.


  • The running joke about Usagi’s inability to write with kanji was brought up again. Much like her note in episode 104, Neo-Queen Serenity’s letter here was written with mostly hiragana.


  • This episode featured the last daimon as well as the final appearances of Luna P, a pure heart crystal, and the Daimon Manufacturing Oven.
  • This was Sukehiro Tomita’s last episode as a writer.


  • Cloverway’s English dub (titled “Tough Kindness”):

    Venus Love-Me Chain was called “Venus Love Chain Whip.”


  • Mamoru Chiba’s residence
  • The Tsukino Residence
  • Hikawa Shrine
  • Boat place
  • Mugen Academy
  • Space-Time Corridor
The Lost and the Forgotten


Time is a funny construction. But when isolated from it, your perception of it goes, leaving you in a blur of light and dark. Sure, the window can show you day and night, but nothing else. How can the moon tell you what day, week, year it is when it always looks the same?

It had taken Jack some time to recover from the injury on his skull after the Scaring Melee against Oogie. He had to overcome fogginess in his mind, perfect his fine motor skills, ensure his movement was sound, and remember forgotten definitions. How fortunate the lair he had used to kept others in was also another source of books.

Oh, he was bitter, alright. He had been locked down here with only a broken lift for company, to be forgotten about. But he could wait. Time would bring Oogie back here, and when it did, Jack would be ready. So he prepared. The bookshelves hidden among the walls became walls of their own, separating spaces into rooms and corridors.

It was during this time he suffered another blow to his skull, creating a long crack that reached his left eyesocket. Since he had never fully recovered from his first concussion, the second had a more profound effect in shifting his memories around. He now believed everything that happened beyond the lair was something he had imagined. And while he was waiting for revenge, he couldn’t quite remember why.

Who knows how long this confusion lasted. Days, maybe? Years?

Lap dance.

Genre: Mild smut

Rated: M

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jikook

Jimin didn’t want to be there. It wasn’t like he wasn’t supposed to be there. He was already legal, he was an adult. But he didn’t like those kinds of places, places full of pink and purple neon lights in the dark, promising a night full of sins, smoke blurring the vision and making impossible for anyone to see anything at arm length, music blaring in the speakers, sensual, slow, notes more similar to moans than actual music or voices. And guys. Lots of them. And all of them almost naked. The ones who were “fully” dressed, about to lose all their clothing on stage. Jimin fucking hated Hoseok.

“Tell me once again why we are here, Hoseok? You’ve bring us to a brothel!” Yoongi, beside the orange-haired guy exclaimed, and Jimin was relieved to check he wasn’t the only one who despised that place.

“C’mon guys, it’s not a brothel. It’s a strip club” Hoseok replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the wold “Look, it’s my birthday and we all need a little fun to relieve stress. What’s best than seeing a bunch of hot guys stripping and having a few drinks we my best friends? Just tonight” he almost pleaded, and neither Jimin nor the mint-haired boy could deny anything to their best friend.
“Fine, we’ll stay for a bit. Two drinks an we’ll go to a real bar” Jimin said, convinced and proceeded to take off his jacket. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable, any of the three friends were. Yoongi was openly bisexual and enjoyed guys as much as he enjoyed girls, just like Hoseok. And Jimin loved guys. It was one of the main reasons they were best friends; they had been since they met in high school and were insulted for the sexual orientation. But they had each other, and, to be totally honest, they had been more than just friends more than once and twice. But he felt like they were objectifying those guys, and a few of them didn’t even looked legal.

Hoseok was having the time of his life, dancing on the little stage with an oil-covered guy almost naked, except for the tight, little underwear he was wearing. Yoongi wasn’t even drinking, looking at his phone with an unamused look on his face while he waited for the moment for leaving that place. And it was then when Jimin, who was looking everywhere, scanning the room while he drank, made eye contact with the most beautiful guy he had seen in his whole life. He felt the air leaving his lungs as the black haired guy bit his lip, eyes still fixated on him. He was taller than Jimin, hair and eyes raven black. His fringe, parted, fell over one of his eyes, without hiding it but making him look mysterious. He was young, Jimin could already tell, and he wondered if he worked there, because he had more clothes on than all the guys he had seen that night.

When the guy turned his back, breaking finally their contact, Jimin finally let a breath he didn’t even know he was taking. But it kind of got stuck in his throat when, back to Jimin, the guy turned his head a bit, looking at the orange-haired boy once again, and asked him to follow without even opening his mouth. And Jimin would oh so willingly follow him. He felt as if he could follow him to the end of the world and back.

Before he could even realize, Jimin was following they unnamed guy to a less crowded space, and then a corridor where the music sounded muffled and there was no smoke to blur his vision and he could appreciate this young man’s back. He was slim, well-built but not full of muscles, he could already tell. His shoulders were slightly broad and he wished he could see if he had a little waist to hold. His legs were long and firm, taking long steps without even realizing, and his butt… well, it was amazing, fitted in those black skinny jeans that were giving Jimin problem breathing. Finally, the guy opened a room and let the door opened, Jimin entering with no doubt and closing the door behind him. The room wasn’t very big, enough to fit a size king bed, a mini bar and a few sofas.

“You are really pretty” the man spoke for the first time and his voice caressed Jimin as a mother touch, soft and delicate “I didn’t thought you would follow me. I’m Jungkook” Finally he had a name. And Jimin loved it; he had to stop himself from repeating out loud just to check how it rolled in his tongue, how it tasted and how his vocal chords reacted.

“My name’s Jimin” He said instead, regaining composure. Now that they were closer he could observe better Jungkook’s face, and he was even more beautiful, with pink lips and a cute nose when kind of wanted to pinch, kind of wanted to kiss. Jungkook smiled, widely, and Jimin decided he had never seen such cute smile. He wanted to see it always.

“Jimin” he repeated, softer, teasing, and once again he bit his lips. He was being so obvious, he was making things hard for Jimin and his control, more when he openly scanned Jimin’s body, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips as he did so. “You know… I don’t do this kind of things.” He started to say “but… I needed to see you in a closer instance. I like you” A few steps and they were face to face, Jungkook playing with Jimin’s shirt collar. “And because of that.. I’m thinking about giving you a free little show. Just for your entertainment”

Jimin felt the temptation to say yes, to lose himself in that god of a boy he had just a few inches away. But he couldn’t. He felt as if he was just playing around and he didn’t like that. He was having an internal discussion, but it ended quickly when he felt a pair of soft, warm lips on top of his, eyes closing for instinct. Damn he was a good kisser, the whole world and all of his worries being sucked away just like his breath in that kiss.

“Believe me, I never do this.” Jungkook repeated when they ended the kiss, just because they needed air. “Yes, I’m a stripper but I never do private shows. Or kiss guys I meet here. They’re usually gross” he nodded while he guided Jimin to one of the sofas. He ran one of his hand through orange hair and grinned, before posing it on the older neck, bringing back to meet his lips in another delicate kiss, and then pushed him, making Jimin fall into the sofa “Just enjoy, baby.”

Jungkook walked away, taking his jacket off to show a white shirt that clung to this body as a second skin, and music started to blare through the music system when he pressed play, the slow, sensual beat making its way to Jimin’s ear. Jungkook moved, swinging his hips side so side ever so slightly. It seemed to Jungkook that the song was made for Jungkook and only Jungkook, that he and the music were one, giving him so much pleasure for both his ears and eyes. Jungkook turned, showing his back while he unbuttoned the shirt and giving Jimin a full shot of his bare back, and God, how he loved seeing those muscles moving with every little gesture. When he turned once again, Jimin wet and bit his lips without even noticing, eyes fixated on Jungkook’s chest and the faint promise of abs on his stomach, then his biceps, and finally his face, eyes even darker with lust as he walked towards him. He couldn’t hide the surprise when he sat on his lap. He expected a strip tease, not a lap dance. But he wasn’t going to complain, not when he had a beautiful sat directly on his semi hard on, moving his hips like an expert while he kept his lust filled gaze on him.
It was when Jungkook grinded harder on him that he couldn’t take it anymore, head falling back while his mouth let out a long moan, hands searching for his butt. He found it and squeezed it, hard, before giving it a light slap “do it again” Jimin demanded, his dominant side showing, voice husky with desire. But Jungkook was a tease, and he lifted himself instead, making Jimin growl, but before he could lift himself anymore one of Jimin’s hands pulled him down by the neck, lips crashing in a passionate kiss full of tongue and teeth. It made Jungkook’s knees go weak and he fell on Jimin’s crotch, causing the both of them to moan. Jungkook’s hands were exploring the older’s body openly, feeling his torso even with clothes on, while the hand Jimin kept in Jungkook’s travelled forward to grab Jungkook’s crotch, massaging his clothed member. Jungkook broke the kiss, moaning louder when he felt Jimin unzip his pants and searching for his member. He could only stare when Jimin looked down to see what he was doing. Once again Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook while he spat on his hand before reaching down to the younger member, stroking it fast, precum already dripping. Jungkook dropped his head back now, and Jimin took his chance to attack his neck, sucking, kissing and biting the tender flesh until it was red. The hand on his neck fell to his nipples, pinching and twirling them. Soon, Jungkook was a panting mess, exclaiming he was about to cum and asking for more, pleading for release. And Jimin couldn’t deny anything to his baby boy, so he stroked him faster until his hand was covered in the young boy cum.

“I truly enjoyed the show” he said, wiping his hand on a tissue and ready to leave, making sure to take a mental picture of the image before him, the boy covered in sweat, just after orgasming because of him, breath still irregular. He grinned, pride fueling his system.

“But it has just stared, sir” Jungkook answered, making Jimin’s brow furrow in confusion, but before he could even ask, he was on his knees before him, hands working fast to undo his belt and zipper, tongue already licking his lips, and his cock twitched at the mental image of Jungkook sucking and chocking on his dick “I can let you go with this hard on, it wouldn’t be nice. Let me fix it, please” he said in an innocent voice, staring at Jimin from the floor while his hands searching in his pants for his member.

“Since you asked so nicely” was the only thing Jimin could muster to say, voice shaking as his long fingers found their treasure and started to run his fingertips on it before freeing it. Jungkook stared, amazed and, once again, licked his lips. This damn boy. He stroked Jimin a few times, using his own precum, then licking the way the veins in Jimin’s cock made, making the older groan. Jimin’s hand found their way to Jungkook’s hair, grabbing it when he started to kitten lick his lip, looking up to Jimin through heavy, dark eyelashes “Stop teasing” he grunted, making Jungkook chuckle. Jimin was about to say something more when he felt the wet and warm interior of Jungkook mouth, and all his words become a long, loud curse. He was perfect. Jimin was sure. He started to bob his head, stroking what he couldn’t take while his other hand massaged his balls. It was too much. Jimin felt as if he was about to explode any moment. And he did, when Jungkook, after a few slow bobs, deep throated him, gagging on his member and sending vibration on it. Jungkook stayed in place as Jimin’s load shot out of his members, swallowing every little drop while profanities fell of Jimin’s mouth.

Dressed once again, Jimin looked at Jungkook across the room. He wanted to see the guy again. He needed it. But he was afraid to ask, probably it was only a one night stand for Jungkook, so he did his belt in silence until he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and the weight of a head on his shoulder “I hope you enjoyed the show” he said, voice soft once again “because I did” Jungkook smiled against his neck as he buried his face on Jimin’s neck, breathing in his scent.

“It was great” he finally replied, letting his hands fall to his sides, not sure of what to do next “I’d like to see you again”

“Then see me” Jimin turned his face to look at the younger, and the last one had a genuine smile on his face “Come back. And, maybe, I’ll give you my number” he pecked his lips before breaking his arm lock on the boy, and walked through “Your friends might be worried, go”


“So, where were you again?” Yoongi asked, clearly annoyed about the extra time he had spent in the strip club.

“I’ve already told you, the line in the bathroom was insane” he answered as he looked forward, trying his best to hide the grin on his face.

“I’m sure someone was getting his dick sucked” Hoseok said, and the pair nodded, Jimin bitting his lips at the memory.

Cities are more than often monotonous carpets of concrete and buildings. Urban buildings can be architectural marvels. But the city will look inaccessible and drab if there are few trees, parks or little natural landscaping to relieve an endless march of office buildings, shops and banks. This is not a necessity: tree-lined avenues and streets and a fair percentage of space as wild-life corridors are possible.
—  Declan Kennedy - Permaculture and the Sustainable City
Moffat appreciation, Day 5

For Day 5 of the ongoing countdown to Steven Moffat Appreciation Day we’re being asked for our thoughts on Series 8. Otherwise known as the season where Doctor Who was finally allowed to act like a grown-up. And not everyone liked it. But I loved it. (More after the break as this is a long one.)

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[EPISODE] 82. Journey to the Future! Battle in the Space-Time Corridor.

Series: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon R

Kana: 未来への旅立ち! 時空回廊の戦い
Romaji: Mirai e no Tabidachi! Jikuu Kairou no Tatakai

Original Air Date: January 22, 1994

Director: Harume Kosaka
Writer: Katsuyuki Sumisawa
Animation Director: Hideyuki Motohashi

Plot: While traveling to the future with Chibiusa, Sailor Moon and the others encounter one of Esmeraude’s droids.


  • Sailor Planet Attack was used for the first time in the television series. It already appeared in the R movie, which was originally released in theaters on December 5, 1993.


  • This episode featured the last droid.


  • DiC’s English dub (titled “Future Shocked”):

    Sailor Planet Attack was called “Sailor Planet Power” here.

    The reason why Chibiusa/Rini knew that the droid wasn’t really her mother was changed. In the original, Ryuax mistakenly called the child “Rabbit” while disguised as Neo-Queen Serenity. This was the Black Moon Clan’s nickname for Chibiusa. Whereas in the English dub, the Genie of the Time Warp slipped up by referring to Rini as “Small Lady.” Rini stated that her mother would never call her that, though. In the Japanese version, “Small Lady” was part of Chibiusa’s actual given name.


  • Boat Pier
  • Space-Time Door
  • Space-Time Corridor
  • Nemesis
  • Black Moon Castle
  • Crystal Tokyo
If I Could Fly // Calum Hood

Originally posted by chanelhood

Requested; Yep

For your eyes only, I show you my heart

For when you’re lonely and forget who you are

I’m missing half of me when we’re apart

Now you know me, for your eyes only

The more you continued to talk the more he felt his heart constrict, he couldn’t pull himself together to listen to what you were saying. The sound of heavy rain beating against the colossal glass window didn’t help either. He hated the fact that he couldn’t even see your face, the darkness of the cab concealing your features.

“Babe you okay?” You took in his gloomy expression, the dim light highlighting his beautiful face. Calum’s eyes lids were heavy and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Normally you’d fawn over his disheveled curls and how cuddly he looked but it broke you heart to see him so unhappy, so worn out.

The brunette took a deep breath, looking away from the phone for a split seconds. He chewed on his plump bottom lip, debating whether or not he should spill about yesterday’s events, he didn’t want you to worry about him. “What’s wrong Cal?” Most of the time Calum has trouble communicating his feelings so you had to give him a little nudge. But you also knew when he just needed time.

It wasn’t unusual when he’d get swarmed by people and have grown ass men shoving cameras in his face asking stupid questions at times but yesterday was definitely too much.

 After coming out of the restaurant from a nice dinner date, Mike was lucky enough to be shoved into the van first but Calum had to wiggle his way through the loud crowd of people and even with his bodyguard by his side it felt like he was never going to get out. Then out of nowhere he felt fingernails dig into his forearm and he tried to shake that person off but they managed to gab his t-shirt’s sleeve and they yanked on it, holding him back. He felt the material stretch and he started to get really pissed. Calum wanted to take a swing on whoever got ahold of him but his bodyguard was able to pull him away, yelling at whoever grabbed him.


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