spending all day watching this


a. studies to learn, not to get good grades. doesn’t stress about anything, sloppy handwriting, stacks of books, takes napping seriously
b. spends every single night working their ass off for their grades yet still people think they are naturally smart
c. spends more time procrastinating than actually studying. gets still good grades. secretly envied by others.
d. always late, never has their material with them and interrupts everyone. still liked by everyone.
e. the stereotypical hipster. loves classics, coffee and rainy weather. can be found at coffee shops reading or observing people.
f. perfectionist who feels the need to better than anyone else. gets mad when a friend gets a better grade.
g. envious of everyone. wants to get good grades but spends their time watching netflix all day long, still has the gut to complain about not having enough time to study.
h. tries to do everything they can even though their mental health isn’t the best. skips a lot of school days to catch up on school work.

Spoiling your girl doesn’t mean you need to constantly spend hundreds of dollars on her. It doesn’t mean you need to buy her the top of the line technology or clothes or concert tickets. It doesn’t mean you have to pay for fancy vacations for the two of you. Spoiling your girl can be as easy as picking flowers for her while you take a walk or leaving her a note about how much you adore her. It can be waking up a little early to make her breakfast in bed or rubbing her feet after she’s been at work all day. It can be spending a day watching her favorite movies or letting her pick all the songs during a car ride. Spoiling your girl doesn’t have to be with money but with love

The Nanny

A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think

Word count: 2,000 something words

Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

The Nanny MasterList

“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at jbbarnes6412@gmail.com

Thank you,
J. Barnes”

As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.

Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.


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Harry Styles - “Darkness”

Seems my depression is good for something. Kept me up at 3am and decided to write this. Channeled a bit of my depression into it so it’s a bit .. depressing to start but… enjoy.

You could feel it. You could feel that darkness circling you. You tried so hard to push it off, to keep it at bay before it consumed you like it always had in the past. You had no reason to be feeling like this. Work was going well, your relationship was great, you were at a good point in your life and yet you woke up everyday questioning everything. You would go about your day in a haze, trying to put on a smile when your co-workers made jokes but as soon as they would turn away your smile would drop because not even for a second was it real. You would then lay awake every night, questioning everything again. 

You hated yourself for feeling like this, which just made it worse. You couldn’t tell Harry how you were feeling as you didn’t want him to think it had any reason to be because of him. It wasn’t at all, sure you missed him when he was away for long periods of time but he still gave you a good life and made you incredibly happy. Sometimes depression just doesn’t care how good you have it in life though. 

You were currently laying awake, sprawled out across yours and Harry’s large bed, trying to find some comfortable position so you could finally fall asleep and ease your mind but it never came. You wished Harry was here beside you, to hold you, sing to you even, until you fell asleep. He was away in the States though for the last few weeks doing shows and wouldn’t be back for awhile. You had done your best to keep the sadness from your voice and face as you facetimed before you got ready for bed and he went on stage and as far as you knew he hadn’t caught on that your depression had returned. 

It was just as the tears began to leak from your eyes and you knew sleep was nowhere near coming that you heard it. You sat up quickly when you heard the footsteps in the hall. No one should be in your house as there was no way to get in. There was a gate out front and a security system. The person would have to know the code for both of those to have gotten in without alarming you and the police. 

“Love?” You hear a soft whisper come from the hall before the bedroom door opens. Silhouetted there by the light from the hall was your curly haired boyfriend. 

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“buzzfeed unsolved - supernatural” sentence starters

feel free to edit when necessary !

  • “Are they time-travelling?”
  • “Both of them seem dubious as hell.”
  • “Call it a hunch.”
  • “Did you just fart?”
  • “Do try to kill me!”
  • “Doctors need to write.”
  • “Don’t listen to children!”
  • “Fuck humanity.”
  • “Fuck that, let’s go.”
  • “Get me the fuck out of here.”
  • “How do you go that wrong?!”
  • “I’m bad at feeling.”
  • “I’m gonna go on record. This is a bad idea.”
  • “I’m good. I’ll just sign up for karate or something.”
  • “I’m itchin’ for the tables.”
  • “I’m not a Bigfoot, I’m a human being.”
  • “I didn’t get to do all the things on my bucket list.”
  • “I don’t know if this is a sign, but I’m in the bathroom at this bar, and this mirror literally has blood dripping from it.”
  • “I feel like a very fancy lord.”
  • “I got a new toy.”
  • “I just realized what I got myself into. Again.”
  • “I like that he was just sorta riffin’ at the time, and everyone just went with it.”
  • “I ran out of evil people to think of.”
  • “I think it’s a little more fun to believe that humans are capable of some truly horrific things.”
  • “I think that you should show them that you demand to be respected.”
  • “I think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up.”
  • “I won’t argue that your logic is flawed. I just hate it because it’s detrimental to my argument.”
  • “It’s a very old piece of footage. But so is Die Hard. It’s still good.”
  • “It’s me, ya boi.”
  • “Just say something, you don’t have to get violent.”
  • “Let’s burn it all down.”
  • “Mob guys… thought you were tough guys.”
  • “Nice sunset. Enjoy it, it’s the last you’re ever gonna see.”
  • “Plunge us into darkness!”
  • “Really, you should come through dancing.”
  • “Show up, murder me!”
  • “So it was aliens?”
  • “Tell that story in a bar.”
  • “That’s a big foot.”
  • “That’s where he writes sonnets.”
  • “The sign out front says ‘go away’.”
  • “There are certain elements that don’t seem to add up, but when you put them together… baby, they sing!”
  • “They’re really just getting boned by fate right now. This is just not a good time for them.”
  • “They laughed and told me I was an idiot to my face.”
  • “This is beautiful!”
  • “This is like Satan’s cement butthole.”
  • “This is the place where nightmares are made.”
  • “This whole ship is bullshit.”
  • “Those people fucking danced until they died.”
  • “Wait, are we agreeing right now?”
  • “We’re alive, just like you! Let’s go down to the pub.”
  • “We done it now.”
  • “We have fun.”
  • “We never stay anywhere nice.”
  • “What about the demons? Are they here?”
  • “What if you go fuck yourself, how about that?”
  • “What in the fuck is that?”
  • “Why don’t you come in here and give us the business, huh?”
  • “You’re a beaut. I love your bones.”
  • “You’re a ghost hunter.”
  • “You and the fucking people in France.”
  • “You can etch yourself, sir.”
  • “You go first!”
  • “You gotta fucking calm down!”
  • “Your unrelenting skepticism is exhausting. It drains me of all happiness and energy, and I hope you know that.”
imagine you work at a fetal daycare

(if people like this I can think of lots more to write in this scenario! So I hope everyone likes it)I hated my office job, so I wasn’t too sad when I got laid off. A new daycare was opening on the other side of town so I thought I’d apply - I love kids and wanted some of my own one day. But it wasn’t a normal sort of daycare. I thought they seemed weirdly obsessed with health screenings and drug tests and stuff but I didn’t find out why until my first day.

I don’t really know how the technology works. It’s all very secret and patented and all kinds of things. They just told me a lot about how safe it was. All I know is, you get in one pod thing, and a pregnant woman gets in the other, and you’re both strapped in in all kinds of places, and when the technician has finished pushing buttons you’re the one who’s pregnant. Then she can go off and do what she wants - like go on a flight, or get drunk, or just feel normal for a while - and at the end of your shift she takes her baby back.

They charge these women a lot so the pay is good, and the facilities are fantastic - you can’t leave the site while you’re carrying, but they have hotel rooms if you need to stay over, and all your meals are provided (it’s very heavy on the health food but that’s okay).

Some of the staff don’t stay very long - they say it’s ‘too weird’, or they just hate being pregnant. But I love it! I didn’t realise I would. I don’t want an actual baby right now, but I love feeling pregnant, especially since I don’t have to do anything but enjoy it. I love having a round belly to stroke, I know I look really cute, and I love feeling the babies move around. I’ve worked here six months now. I’m only scheduled to work three days a week - the pay is that good that you can easily manage on that - but I come in most days. The manager knows she can always call me if they’re busy.

And who needs a day off when I’m being paid to spend all evening watching TV! The client has gone to her best friend’s bachelorette party, and was talking very excitedly about how drunk she was going to get, so I’m here overnight, and possibly overnight tomorrow as well (she won’t take her baby back until her blood alcohol level is low enough). Right now I’m eight months pregnant.

And I feel great. I’m sitting up in the bed, with a big pile of pillows behind me, watching a movie. I’ve got a delicious smoothie. And I’ve got my pajamas on, but they don’t really fit, with the waistband tucked down under my huge belly and the top folded up under my breasts. I can feel the baby kicking and wonder if it knows it’s somewhere new.

I put the smoothie down and stroke my hands over my belly. At first it was so strange to me, being suddenly very pregnant, but now I’m used to it. I love when my skin feels so tight and stretched. Third trimester transfers are definitely my favourite.

“It’s okay, baby,” I say. “I’m just the babysitter. Mommy will be back soon.” It kicks me again and I feel the skin stretch slightly at that point. “You should be glad you’ve got plenty of room in there,” I said. “Sometimes it gets crowded.”

The first couple of months I worked here they just gave me one baby at a time. Once I was used to that I started getting more. If it’s just one first trimester baby you hardly notice it at all - you don’t get as sick as the actual mother, I don’t know why, just sometimes a little bit. Two or three and you start to show. The most babies I’ve carried at once was five, but that was only for an hour or so until one client returned (I asked the technician how she was sure she gave people their right baby back and she went on a long speech about DNA tagging that I didn’t understand, I just hope she gets it right every time!). I was pretty big then, bigger than this, I think two of those babies were second trimester and three first. I felt so full, it was fantastic. Since then we haven’t been so busy, and we’ve had some new staff. A few of them are talking about quitting, though, so maybe we’ll be short-staffed again soon.

I hope so. If I’m here a couple of days with this baby there’s a good chance they’ll give me another. I stroke my belly again, trying to push it forward even more. I think about that day I carried five babies. The manager called me up, sounding seriously stressed, because only one other staff member had turned up and she had a dozen clients booked in. When I got here and went into her office I could see what she meant - she was leant back in her chair, barely able to reach her desk over her belly, that was clearly stuffed full. That’s how I know we’re really busy - she’s so dedicated and hates to turn anyone down! She did have to make a couple of walk-ins wait until some clients had collected their babies. I’m sure I could have fit one more. Maybe I’ll manage six another time.

I’m in luck tonight. The movie has just finished and I’m thinking about taking a bath when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hi, Cathy,” my manager says. Sometimes she wears a suit but tonight she’s in uniform - a tight, stretchy purple t-shirt and black leggings - and when I look, sure enough she has a medium-sized bump under her top. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m great,” I say, because I am. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour,” she said. “Mel has called in sick and -”

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m here anyway.”

“It’s a single pregnancy, 21 weeks. I’d take it myself but I have a lot of running about to do. Can you manage?”

“Sure, no problem.”

“You’re sure?”


My manager sighs. “Oh, you’re a star. Come on, then,” and she helps pull me up from the bed. I’m already so big that getting up is a problem. I think about how much bigger I’ll be in a few minutes and bite my lip in anticipation.

It takes me a few minutes to waddle along to the transfer room. A nervous-looking pregnant woman watches me strap myself in. “Is this okay?” she says. “If she’s already, you know…”

“It’s fine,” the technician assures her. “We do this all the time.”

I close my eyes. I pulled my pajama top down over my belly when I left my room but it barely stretches. I adjust it surreptitiously so that it doesn’t suddenly ping up or tear when the transfer happens. I should have changed back into my uniform (that top really is SUPER stretchy) but it’s hard when you’re already huge.

“Here we go,” the technician says, and I sigh as I feel my belly stretch that much more. The fabric of my pajama top is stretched super tight now, so tight I can hardly breathe. When I get back to my room I’m going to take it off.

The client leaves, thanking everyone profusely for ‘fitting her in’. “Did you manage to fit her in, Cathy?” the tech says after she’s gone. I just about manage to reach round my massive belly. “I think so,” I said. “Wow, that’s more than I thought it would be.”

“You’re so good at this,” she says, taking my arm and helping me waddle back to my room. “I wish we had a whole team just like you.”

“You’ve never been tempted to give it a go?” I ask. She laughs.

“I’m the only one who knows how to work the machine! I can’t do it to myself. Although she’s tried to talk me into it, I’m not sure. It looks pretty uncomfortable.”

“I actually love it,” I confess. “I’d love to see how many babies I can carry at once.”

“Really?” she looks at me thoughtfully. “What’s your record so far?”


“I’ll look at the bookings. See what I can do.” She grins at me as she opens my room door and helps me inside. “If that’s what you want. Now get some rest.”

She leaves and I shut the door behind her and sit down on the bed. Finally I can pull off my pajama top and I look down at myself. Sitting down, my belly reaches right to my knees. I feel magnificent. The babies are squirming and kicking and I know I won’t get much sleep tonight, but that’s okay. I want to enjoy this.

by popular demand, my reactions to the FMA:B blooper real

(note: because i watched this on YouTube and this is the English cast, there are no subtitles. to give context, the lines are below the pictures in italics)

Al, terrifyingly calm: how about i push you off this roof and break the arm you just got back?


Hohenheim: Jeremiah was a bullfrog. was a good friend of mine.

oh no it’s stUCK IN MY HEAD!!!!!!

General Armstrong: flowers suck ass

what do you mean this isn’t canon?

Scar: your face ASPLODE

vintage memes!

Truth, offscreen: but will he be coming back for you?
Al: he won’t. that’s the end.

roll credits?

Heinkel: you brothers…really are something

man, Al is in this a lot!

Wrath, offscreen: tell me, what is your real name?
Scar: My name?… Fuck you

again, isn’t this just canon?

Al, offscreen: so, i’ve been thinking about something lately.
Ed: me too. i think we should try to bring mom back.


Greeling, offscreen: now will you please put on a fucking shirt?

nooooooo, alex, it’s okay! you do you!

anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

So I skimmed through the beginning of sos tonight because I’m Weak™ and here are some of my favorite forgotten details

Magnus apparently watched the Princess Bride “26 times” as a child
Blitz has a “permanently surprised expression that makes him look like he’s going to start screaming at any moment” lmao
Hearth’s eyes are reflective like a cat’s
Magnus says “scared the baked beans outta me” and refuses to be called beantown?? 👀
Blitz says “Gods’ galoshes!”
Magnus is creeped out Hearth has followed him & calls him a “fairy god-stalker”
Hearth & blitz once stepped off a curb & into Niflheim
Samirah decks Hearth & gives him a black eye that Magnus says “turns the color of Kermit the Frog”
Halfborn goes to fight the Squirrel in only smiley-face boxers
Mallory curses in Irish a few times
Hearth had only used runes to unlock a door once “when he met Blitz”
Elves think humans are a fairy tale & spend all day watching pixie videos instead of working
Blitz is 5'5" which means he’s actually about exactly my height
Hearth looks like he’s cosplaying some anime character
Blitz falls out of the world tree, breaks his arm, & yells “Stupid gravity!” Hearth lands perfectly
Hearth looks more like an “anemic college kid” than a high-fantasy elf
Giants once glamoured Blitz to look like a warthog & Hearth almost killed him (“No more about the warthog!”)
Magnus believes chocolate should be “savored, not rushed”
Hearth & Blitz are both super offended when Magnus implies they’re working for Loki
Blitz casually carries around the severed head of the God of knowledge in a bowling bag for several chapters
TJ “probably sleeps” in his uniform jacket
They pick up free clothes at a shelter before the funeral & Magnus acquires a Wiggles t-shirt
Magnus is “judge, jury, and thief”
Most conversations between hearth & Magnus pre-death only involve Hearth staring at Magnus “with those pale gray eyes as if [Magnus] was going to explode”

Okay, so today as most of the kpop world knows, Twice and Bts both released mv’s. They were both great and all but there’s something that I’m kinda concerned by and confused about.

I’ve noticed that a lot of Army’s and Once’s have been talking about how they haven’t slept just so they could continue streaming. Some even apologized for being tired and said that they would just take a “quick” nap and go right back to streaming to keep the views going…

It’s cool how dedicated some of y'all are but, views aren’t everything. I know you just want to help your favs but, you shouldn’t feel obligated to spend the whole day watching one video. Views aren’t the end all and be all of a group. There’s a lot of competition in kpop, I know that well, but it’s gotten to the point where all the comments are about increasing the views instead of talking about the music.

If you are exhausted and tired, then go to sleep. Your dedication is amazing, but you don’t have to stream all day, everyday. You shouldn’t feel like a bad or fake fan for not being able to stream continuously. If you have homework, then do that. You got an exam tomorrow, study for it. The views on a kpop video shouldn’t be your top priority.

High Rollers and Sore Losers -- Final Fantasy XV vs the Casino Headcanons

Since I’m a scrub who doesn’t want to sleep yet (even if it’s 2 AM), LET’S DO SOME QUICK HEADCANONS IN HONOR OF MY MINI-VACATION! C: *finger guns*
We’ll fudge it a bit and say that Prompto and Noctis are a year older than they are. Because US laws. c:

Noctis Lucis Caelum –

  • The passive and almost reluctant companion on the trip.
  • He doesn’t really care much about actually gambling, but he’s most excited for the comfortable beds.
  • Will order and request 15 pillows.
  • Yes, he does plan on trying to sleep with them all. The poor soul sleeping next to him will just have to try not getting smothered.
  • ‘We can get room service, right?’ He looks at Ignis with eager eyes.
  • The only machine he’ll ever gamble on are the ones that have pretty graphics.
  • He always wins. Even when he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
  • Prompto forces Noctis to stay because Noctis is his good luck charm.
  • Doesn’t order liquor and doesn’t stay long because the cigarette smell bothers him.
  • He’d rather go back to the room and play video games and sleep.

Prompto Argentum – 

  • ‘Hell yeah! When can we go to the buffet?!’
  • He destroys the buffet lines, eating everything and anything in sight.
  • Ignis is mortified watching Prompto start on his fourth plate, but he’s happy the boy eats.
  • Flirts with the waitress to get to-go cups and boxes to hide food in the room for later.
  • Sorry, Iggy. Unlimited cookies are too good to pass-up.
  • Likes the weird people you run into. Especially in the sketchier parts of the casino.
  • Cute and charming enough for all the little grandmas to adore him.
  • They want him and his cute friend to be their good luck – even if Prompto has no goddamn clue how any of these games work.
  • He takes lots of pictures with them though. Noctis is uncomfortable.
  • Probably one of the youngest looking there, so he gets carded. Alot.

Ignis Scientia – 

  • The scariest card shark in the world.
  • So much so that people at the card tables learned to fear Ignis and his insane card counting and intense look.
  • They try to catch Ignis cheating, but they never can because Ignis doesn’t cheat.
  • Ignis leaves with gil in the bank and all the bitches.
  • He feels awkward whenever it happens, so he avoids them if possible.
  • Or has Gladio distract them as he plays instead.
  • Takes his winnings and goes to lounge by the pool alot.
  • He’ll wear those short swim briefs, show off those thighs, and get all the bitches again.
  • Again, he’ll feel uncomfortable at cover up while Gladio distracts again.
  • Going to a casino is the first time Ignis is able to relax in months. He enjoys himself for sure.

Gladiolus Amicitia –

  • People are scared shitless around him in case he busts them for cheating.
  • No, people. He’s not apart of the security team.
  • Really knows how to liven up the party at the roulette and craps tables.
  • Even if his luck sometimes is terrible, ladies still love him.
  • Usually sticks with Ignis because Ignis knows how to win. And Gladio likes winning.
  • Tries to take ‘company’ back with him to the room. Pillow fort Noctis refuses to let them invade his fortress.
  • ‘Hope there’s a spa here.’ There is. He’s all up on that and getting the massage he deserves.
  • And reading a book in the giant tub regardless of what the others say.
  • Discovers there’s unlimited drinks so long as you play.
  • He wastes the most money in the world and comes back a wasted and broke(n) man.

Ravus Nox Fleuret – 

  • Almost as good as Ignis is at poker.
  • Almost. His eyes give him away, so people always know when he’s bluffing.
  • Who needs to bluff though when you know you’re going to win?
  • Will have super good luck in bursts, then lose it all within the next five minutes.
  • ‘Is that all you’re playing?’ In which Ravus glares and replies, ‘I shall play as much as I desire to!’
  • And then he feels challenged and has to play more.
  • Thinks that the buffet is a place for savages. Has to go to the fine-dining restaurant.
  • Has alot of guys flirting with him and offering to buy him drinks.
  • He sort of stares, but Ardyn takes the drinks for him. Because hey! Free things!
  • Will stay up playing until he makes back everything he lost. He always makes it back. Probably through intimidating the machine.

Ardyn Izunia – 

  • The grandpa that all the grandmas adore.
  • And the grandpa that cheats blatantly enough that the boys know, but the casino can’t catch him.
  • Always on casino security in case he tries to rob them.
  • Or steal trinkets from the casino gift shop.
  • A walking embodiment of sin – drinking, smoking, fraternizing and more.
  • ‘I am disgusted,’ everyone states.
  • Ardyn does his things nevertheless.
  • Only ever plays the classic slot machines. The other machines are too new for him.
  • ‘I appreciate the older classics.’ *cough cough Hipster cough*
  • Is found sleeping next to a trash can, hungover with a bag of poker chips in his hands.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret –

  • Acts like a princess who is naive and innocent when she enters the high-stakes poker tables.
  • She then proceeds to make grown men cry and leave without any of their clothes or dignity.
  • Doesn’t drink or smoke, but she indulges on their tears.
  • ‘Teehee~’
  • Usually donates her winnings to charity afterwards, bless her soul~
  • Only really goes to the casino to make sure her brother doesn’t lose another arm and a leg when playing.
  • And just in case Ardyn tries to get Ravus wasted and into bed again.
  • Probably the only one willing enough to be the designated driver.
  • Tries not to scream because the room coffee tastes awful and she really needs some sort of coffee or tea in the morning.
  • Keeps the room so cold that you’re on the verge of getting hypothermia.

Cindy Aurum – 

  • Literally does nothing but lean against the bar to get a water, and guys are all up on her.
  • ‘Can’t a girl just roll ‘em in peace?!’
  • Gets grumpy when she’s not allowed to gamble.
  • Mostly interested in how the machine works, hoping to take one apart one day.
  • Wicked lucky on slots, to the point where it’s scary.
  • Just as enthusiastic about the buffet and all you can eat as Prompto is.
  • If not more.
  • Will reach for your bread rolls and take it from you as she asks ‘You gonna eat that?’
  • Noctis cannot reply, for Cindy has already devoured it.
  • Eats the ice cubes from the ice machines like they’re candy.

Aranea Highwind – 

  • Never uses her own money to play.
  • Why pay when others will pay for you? She ends up flirting and hanging with some guy who’s dumb enough to fall for her charm.
  • Gets money by the end of the night and ultimately ‘wins’ that way.
  • Too impatient to remain loyal to a machine (or person), so she’s always wandering about.
  • Would rather go shopping at the gift shop and get something worth keeping.
  • Doesn’t help that Biggs and Wedge regulate her spending.
  • Like, alot.
  • Especially because Aranea’s the worst spender out of all of them.
  • Is seen sun-tanning by the pool or working out when not hustling people.
  • Girl’s gonna make every minute or her vacation last, goddamnit!

Cor Leonis – 

  • Is he even alive? Nobody’s seen him leave his hotel room since he arrived.
  • He spends all day watching TV and taking old man naps.
  • Comes out only to go to the bar for awhile and bet on some sports games or horse races.
  • Shittiest luck in the world.
  • Makes Gladio usually pick what team to bet on. Gladiolus has worse luck that Cor though.
  • Thus, he goes back to his room because he’s broke and grumpy.
  • That, and this little blond kid (who Cor assumes is too young to even be there) keeps watching to challenge Cor to Blackjack.
  • To the death!
  • Cor refuses, even if he used to be a blackjack king in the past.
  • Not like you can even do blackjack to the death, kid…
Dance With Me

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky totally misreads a situation on his birthday.

Warnings: swearing, FLUFF

Word Count: 800+

BEFORE YOU READ: Here’s a little thing I came up with on the fly! I hope you enjoy this little drabble for Bucky’s birthday! Special shout out to the song Mr. Brightside for giving me inspiration lol!

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

In some alternate reality, Bucky’s scared out of his goddamn mind and an absolute mess. He’s watching the girl of his dreams dance like no one’s watching with Sam. She’s a little buzzed, and the upbeat music isn’t helping her case. She’s singing along to whatever song is playing and jumping up and down to the beat of the instruments instead of hanging around Bucky celebrating his birthday with him. The burning pit of jealousy rips through his stomach as he watches her and Sam dance, sing, and giggle like no one’s watching. It’s like their not-so-accidental kiss didn’t even happen and it pisses him off. He should be the one that she’s dancing with and having a good time with, not Sam. All he wanted to do for his birthday was spend the day with her, and all he gets being able to watch her dance with Sam at some shitty club.

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lovelyorc  asked:

Hello, sweetheart! Just wanted you to know that I love your ideas and that I'd really wanna read more from this lovely, creative mind of yours. Do you have any concepts for spider-like or arachnid boyfriends in your head maybe?

Too many sweet words aaaaaaa! But yes I can totally think up some stuff for some spidery boyfriends!

Many limbed boys abound!

  • A pink bloom tarantula boyfriend who is MASSIVE but somehow still manages to treat you so delicately. He gets a lot of attention for his beautiful pink hair which he tends to daily with a special care routine to keep his colors nice and bright. Weirdly the stuff he uses works on your clothes too, so you manage to keep all your colorful clothes from getting dull looking. Despite being a gentle giant he does have a scary side, but that usually only comes out around other Arachnids. Arachnids aren’t exactly known for being social with each other….or for sharing anything. You tend to avoid them now so as to have to see that side of him as little as possible.
  • A Golden Orb Weaver spider boyfriend who’s limbs are extra long and spindly and make barely any noise when he walks. He’s scared the crap out of you several times because you didn’t hear him walk up behind you. Something that big should not be that quiet. You’re also way too friendly with other Arachnids for his liking and when you do something particularly frustrating he’ll stick you to his web and leave you there until he believes you’ve sufficiently apologized. You actually didn’t realize that Arachnids have such bad relations with each other to the point where they literally steal from each other regularly and their first instinct is to kill each other. You try not to think about what it would be like if humans were that way. You think you’re very lucky he lets you talk to other Arachnids at all.
  • A Jumping Spider boyfriend who is way smaller than most Arachnids and is really only about an inch taller than you. He’s a bit thick set too, not pudgy just thick and of course he’s very light on his feet. He was very skittish around you at first, afraid you’d send a raid after him or something. But he got the message that you weren’t trouble when you started leaving food for him and talking to him gently while he ate a good 10 feet away from you. After getting to know each other better you came to find he was a rather bubbly person. You also quickly found he didn’t really have anything to occupy him most days, so you introduced him to weaving. He took to it easily due to constantly doing repairs on his webby home. He particularly likes making blankets, which he then piles and shapes into a massive nest in his home. When you ask him about it he says it’s for when you visit and stay over.
  • A Flower Crab Spider boyfriend who has a massive garden near his nest that he tends to regularly. When you first found the garden you couldn’t locate its owner but you could tell it was constantly cared for. You kept coming back hoping to catch the mystery gardener but every time he’d hide in one of the flower patches and watch you from a distance. When he finally revealed himself to you, you were surprised you’d never spotted him before…considering he’s bright yellow. But when he pointed out the massive patch of tall yellow flowers it made sense. He’s very quiet and is very patient with you, not a mix of traits you expected from a big spider monster. He tells you though that others of his kind are unlikely to be so nice to be around (which is a lie you later discover) and that you should avoid them at all costs. Most days you spend with him are spent watching him tend to his plants, sometimes he cuts some of his flowers for you to take home.
Lackadaisical (Jooheon x Reader)

Originally posted by xwonho

 Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Fluffy and smutty (but mostly fluffy) Jooheon request? Thank you! I love your blog, you’re so good to us by writing for us 😭❤️ thank you

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Fluff, slight smut?/lime

Pairing: Jooehon x Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW at the end

Word Count: 1056

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took forever, college has been my sole focus lately and I’m trying to get back into writing again. Thank you for the kind words, you’re too sweet to us, I love writing for you all! ALSO THIS WASN’T SMUTTY AT ALL AND IT’S KINDA SHORT IMO AND I’M SORRY FOR THAT FEEL FREE TO COMPLAIN TO ME. Other than that mess, I hope you like this, thank you for the request and happy reading!

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Handwriting 2/2

I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

4200 words, watch for the cut!

When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

“Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.


The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

“Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

“I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.


The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

“Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.


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anonymous asked:

Weird things the chocobros find attractive or weird things that turn them on ?



Noctis gets weak for little flashes of underwear. A bra strap, a peak at some boxers, whatever He has no idea why but it makes him ansty and more than a little horny. 
Also, if they’re good at arcade games. especially if they have an excellent concentration face. All he can think of is that face as they… well… you know.

Prompto has a thing for hands and necks. A nice contrasting choker around someones neck makes his breath a little short and he could spend all day watching someone with a lovely pair of hands. It’s a pity Ignis wears gloves, and also a fucking blessing.

Gladio loves freckles and moles. Little scars or blemishes. He has no idea why but he really loves little unique quirks that makes a person stand out. It’s more than piercings and tats, but signs that you’ve lived your live and had a good time even if it’s paper cuts on your fingers.

Ignis cannot resist accents. Whether it’s bold and really distinctive or subtle until you get tipsy or passionate, the way you say words draws him in. Go ahead, purr something in his ear in another language, something filthy or something perfectly tame and he’ll blush. I promise. Do it.