that was a terrible joke i apologise for that


Wonderfalls (2004)

Pushing Daisies (2007 - 2009)

Hannibal (2013 - 2015)

Okay, I apologise for the terrible editing and all but just really wanted to highlight one of the more underrated running jokes from the fullerverse that absolutely cracks me up.

Dear Supercorp fandom:

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for engaging in utter character assassination aimed at ending her career over a joke song about a tv show about aliens

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for slut shaming her mercilessly for getting a divorce then getting a new boyfriend

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for spending the past few months sending aforementioned new boyfriend death threats, abuse, bodyshaming comments, and accusations of all manner of things

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for either claiming her relationship is pr or the result of an extra-marital affair 

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for twisting every word she says to either fit your narrative or make her look bad

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for twisting everyone’s words to either fit your narrative or make them look bad

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for going after every single one of her colleagues; cast, crew, writers etc; who has ever said anything in support of the opposing ship

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for making a guest star feel so unwelcome after one episode that he branded you ‘hooligans’

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for running the majority of the cast off twitter with your abuse and hatred

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for catfishing her colleague’s brother

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for holding her to a ridiculous double standard that has seen katie face no repercussions whatsoever for laughing her ass off at that part of the song

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for taking pride in your toxic behaviour and stop thinking it is justified because you are angry  

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you apologise for posts comparing her to mark salling, among others

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when she stops receiving comments on her instagram inviting her to slit her wrists

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you give any indication that the apology would even be accepted, since jeremy has apologised multiple times and you still haven’t forgiven him

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you take some repsonsiblity and realise that your reaction to this has been one million times more terrible than the joke song

maybe melissa should apologise for calling two fictional characters friends when you take some responsiblity and realise that it was not its status as an f/f ship, but rather the majority of the above toxic behaviours that made them want to debunk supercorp in the first place

just a thought!

  • Maggie: okay Lena it's your turn
  • Alex: what does Kara love that starts
  • Maggie: starts with L and ends with A
  • Kara: MAGGIE
  • Alex: hey no that's way too easy
  • Lena: lasagna?
  • Alex and Maggie and Kara:
  • Kara: I mean, i do love lasagna but...
  • Lena: a llama?
  • Maggie: are you serious? Is she serious?
  • Lena: I don't know! It's hard!
  • Alex: okay... a clue. She has-
  • Kara: ALEX! Can we please not!
  • Lena: oh. Ohh?
  • Kara: Lena you don't have to. This is a silly game-
  • Lena: Lyra? Kara, do you have feelings for Winn's girlfriend!?
  • Kara: NO! RAO, LENA! NO!
  • Maggie: Is this a joke? Lena, listen, starts with L and ends with A... sitting right in front of me...
  • Kara: MAGGIE
  • Lena:
  • Lena: *looks at kara*
  • Lena: *points to herself*
  • Lena: me?
  • Maggie: DING DING DING

isabelamm  asked:

49,4 with luke plz if u can

Okay this is terrible since it’s the first request I’ve done so I apologise for the cringe but yes, LUKE DOES HAVE A LIPRING IN THIS BECAUSE YES IM TRASH FOR THAT SO enjoy Lucifer small children. Warning: You may need Jesus.

You gave up on your assignment and decided to scroll through your social media for what you told yourself was only a ‘few minutes’, when a very bored looking Luke barged into your room. “We’re out of ice cream and there’s nothing good on tv, wanna bang?” He joked throwing himself down on your bed like a starfish. Neglecting your overdue university papers, you put your touring boyfriend in front of your grades, thinking that he’s only in this city for a few days, while you’re stuck here with your caffeinated professors for a while. “Sure.” You replied, leaving your phone on your desk and walking towards him.

You straddled him causing him to immediately sit up and instinctively wrap his arms around your waist. “You know I’ve really missed you, my favourite noodle bean.” You said booping his nose gently. “I’m not a noodle,” He pouted. “But I have missed you y/n.”
“How was the start of the tour?” You asked wondering what he was up to the whole of last month. “Well, we went to this zoo in this place I can’t say the name of and there were these beavers that you could feed, and one of them tried to eat Michael’s hand.” He laughed remembering the encounter. “Anyway princess, I told you all about my life on the way home from the airport, what’s been going on in your life?”
“My life is…” you thought for a while, “Terrible now that you’re back.” You exclaimed rolling you eyes and smiling. “And hey, you didn’t call me ‘Shorty’ or some weird name regarding how short I am compared to you.” You laughed noticing he was smiling stupidly at you. “Well it’s only because I think you’re a, what do they call them? Small bean? Plus I love you, so I can call you whatever,” he said showing his teeth in a smile. “Shorty.” He added quickly before kissing you softly.

A light peck soon turned into a make out session, you found your tongues tied, and one hand at the fly of his jeans. Your nails traced the nape of his neck before tugging at the short curls forming in his hair from the impact with the sheets. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Luke had a show tomorrow, so you started painting on the canvas of his neck using your lips as a brush. You kissed along his collar bones, enjoying the sounds escaping his lips, which sent you into a pit of ecstasy, knowing that you were the reason behind it. He let out small moans with every mark you left on his skin. You slowly made your way to below his earlobe, searching for that one place. After a buck of his hips you knew you’d found it, sucking harshly until he was a mess. You lifted your feet off the ground and wrapped them around his waist, the movement causing a bulge to form in his half zipped jeans. “Fuck y/n, what are you doing?” He let out a shaky breath. “Well, if you be quiet I’ll get on with doing you.”

You detangled your legs from around him, leaned his chest back against the mattress and let him slide his jeans off as you worked on getting off your own. “When I asked if you wanted to bang, I was just kidding, but hey this is great,” Luke laughed pulling you back down onto him. Your lips immediately latched onto each other, and your tongues fought in a war with no winner. Luke slid his cold hands under your blouse and unclipped your bra, catching you by surprise. He took it as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips which caused you to smile. He quickly flipped you over, and after two tries he managed to strip off his shirt. He replaced the giggles on you lips with moans after he noticed your laughing. He inched your blouse further and further up your body with each harsh suck on your neck, until it finally came off and added to the disregarded clothing items on the floor. His lipring and light stubble added to the pleasure, and it was now your turn to be a moaning mess underneath him. “Oh princess, I’m not usually like this,” he whispered to your jaw, “But you know I have a show tomorrow, and no amount of make up can cover this up.” He said referring to the now evident marks all over him. “And I’m bored and payback sounds fun right about now.” He grinned at you, the loving tint in his azure pupils, replaced with steely clouds of lust.

He blew over your exposed chest, the intrigued expression on your face edging him on. His words and actions caused a dampness in the only article of clothing you were wearing. He kissed up along your stomach, all the while lightly rubbing you through your underwear. Your moans got louder as he continued what he was doing while his kisses rose higher on your body. He wrapped his mouth around your right nipple and sucked lightly and teethed at the small nub, listening to your soft sighs and silently smiling to himself. Not letting your other breast go forgotten, he caressed it with his free hand and flicked at the hard bud with his thumb. Your hands found their way into his hair as he reversed his actions. He retraced his kisses back downwards, and your core ached for him. “Luke…” You moaned hoping he’d hurry up. He kissed you through your underwear before looking up at you innocently “Aw baby, I haven’t even started and you’re already dripping wet.”

He grabbed the elastic between his teeth and slid them down along your legs, taking off the last item of clothing on you. He swiped a cold finger through your folds, making you hiss at the temperature. “Okay well, this is a bit unfair,” you breathed out. “Those have to come off too.” You bit your lip and motioned towards his boxers. He took them off and you watched as his member hit his stomach, but your eyes didn’t stay open for long, you felt his lips on the inside of your thigh, moving up ever so slightly, at a painfully slow speed. He continued to slowly and carefully rub you until you were squirming at his touch. He decided to add more pressure, and you squealed, quickly muffling the noise. “Don’t try to stay quiet princess, the louder you are, the quicker this will be over and done with.” He smirked and continued to rub circles into you slowly while working on the pattern of the purple marks along your thighs. His lips got closer and closer. You gripped his hair a little too tight and tried to pull him in the direction of where you needed him most, but he didn’t budge.

He paused, just letting his breath hit you, you moaned his name a little louder than you intended, and he continued kissing the dips between your thighs. “You’re Satan.” You huffed out breathlessly, and you heard him chuckle, “They do call me Lucifer.” Both of your hands were tangled in his hair, as you thrust your hips forward dying to feel him. He finally moved his lips to where you needed him and began sucking on your clit, as his name rolled off your tongue. He slowly inserted two fingers, and you squirmed as he continued to pump them in and out of you, rolling them up every once in a while making you squeal every time they grazed your bundle of nerves. He played you like the strings of his guitar, moving his fingers swiftly and watching your face since he knew what he was doing to you. The feeling in your stomach grew but you felt his hand move away, beyond annoyed, you clawed at the air trying to reach him. “Fucking hell y/n, you look so good right now so just let me do this.”

You heard the familiar sound of foil paper opening and sighed in relief. “You ready princess?” He asked while interlacing each of his hands with yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. “It’s what I’ve been waiting for for the past like, hour.” You said struggling to catch your breath. He placed his tip between your folds and you winced as you adjusted to him entering you. “Oh my god y/n.” Luke laughed into the crook of your neck. He started thrusting into you slowly, kissing you roughly throughout. You couldn’t hold it in as the knot in your stomach tightened, you screamed his name, dragging your nails along his back, not sorry for the marks they’ll leave. “Yes babe.” He smirked at you while speeding up the pace. You loosened your grip on the sheets and flipped you both over, earning a loud groan from Luke. His slender fingers latched onto your waist and you began to roll your hips and move along his length, enjoying the sound of your name constantly coming from his mouth, a little bit too much. “Luke I’m… So. Close.” You huffed. Luke was whimpering under you which sent you over the edge. You let out a loud sigh as you heard a loud groan of your name. You planted kisses on Luke’s shoulder as you both rode out your highs, lost in pure bliss. He slowly slid out and disposed of the rubber before lying down beside you. “Wow, we need to run out of ice cream and have nothing to watch on tv more often.” You giggled still recovering. “Well, first I need to find a way to get rid of these for my show which is tomorrow.” Luke scoffed and pointed to his jaw, pulling you on top of him. You looked up at him in absolute awe. As you fell asleep on his chest at 4 in the afternoon, there was one thing on your mind: How the fuck were you going to get your English assignment done by tomorrow?

V for Vendetta: Valerie’s Letter

I don’t know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me, and I don’t know who you are, but I love you.

I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a woman. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won’t be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I’m writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl’s Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.

I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson’s class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the pickled rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn’t.

In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.

But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it’s all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.

London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I’d go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn’t mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.

Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in “The Salt Flats.” It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine’s Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.

In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.

In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I’d seduced her. I didn’t blame her. God, I loved her. I didn’t blame her.

But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn’t live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth…

They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can’t feel my tongue anymore. I can’t speak.

The other gay woman here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I’ll die quite soon. It’s strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologised to nobody.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.

An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don’t know who you are. Or whether you’re a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.



Lived outside the camera

Have seen the film twice now, I can be sure there are some great set pieces that never made to the big screen. 

So there’re an exhibition called London Justice League Experience, where they recreated the some sets (one for each hero) with actual pops. I spent my good time there week ago, hunting for eastern eggs, chatting with the stuff (shout-out for all of them, great great people I’ve ever met in an exhibition).

Clark’s Glasses in Flying Fox

Yay I had a laugh when I saw it. So the guy oversaw the set told me that it’s a actual pop and they decided to put it here. Sadly we didn’t see this in the film, and in fact, the whole setup inside the flying fox was quite different from what we saw, no idea, probably editing’s shame.

Barry’s Workstation

Either BAT. (British American Tobacco oh my) is short for some god forsaken tech terms, or we have our Batman secret little admirer here. Please Please Please tell me he got to keep the Batarangs in the end, I would be nice and watch three more times.

Aquaman’s Welsh Pub

I think it should be the pub where he dropped the guy rescued by him, it’s a beautiful set and very colourful really, detailed everything from a note to flowers-print shot glasses, and they just ruined it in the finished film. (We were joking about Welsh Aquaman and it’s worse than a Welsh Batman, sorry no sorry Chris.)

Kent’s Daily Planet Staff Card in Star Lab?

So this is the BIG GUN! The heck they put these here, and I was confirmed that these were on the actual set of the Star Lab. Apologise for the terrible quality of the photo, it a Daily Planet visitor pass, two Stuff cards belong to Clark and Lois, and Lois’s press ID. It feels like there’s at least half an hour good story we will never ever get, for this scene alone.

These are beautiful sets and with so much effort that put in, just such a waste the film came out like this, such a shame. But, still, I gonna to get a lightning bolt earring and set my third watching on Monday, and hope I can hate myself less.

BTS playing the roles of Superheroes/ Supervillains:

A/N: I haven’t actually seen Suicide Sqaud yet (I know, SHAME on me), so I changed this up, and made it about superheroes/ supervillains in general. I hope you don’t mind, sweet anon. There’re still some Suicide Squad characters in here <3

Jin: [Superman]

You were so proud when your boyfriend landed the lead role in the latest superhero film. To think that he would be up on the big screen for all the world to see filled you with a tingling happiness. Of course, you would do all that you could to support him - practicing through his parts with him, giving him some TLC when he got stressed, and basically just making sure that all he needed was taken care of. But despite your best efforts, when the first day of shooting dawns, Jin is still nervous. You find him in one of the trailers on set, his hands wrung white, and his script scrunched in his fist.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you scurry over to him and tuck your arms around his torso.

“What if I mess up my parts?” Jin’s voice is indistinct as he mumbles into your hair. You know him well enough to understand what he said, even if the words were a bit unclear.

You nuzzle his chest, rubbing your nose back and forth on the fabric of his shirt. “You won’t.”

“What if they cast the wrong person?” he asks.

You break away to gaze up into his eyes. “Jin, listen to me, you’re an amazing actor. I know, because I’ve seen you rehearsing your lines all these weeks. Heck, you’ve been staying up till two in the morning learning off the script most nights. You’re so dedicated, and so hard working, it would have been a mistake not to cast you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m one-hundred, no, one-thousand percent sure,” you say, reaching up on your tip toes to envelop his lips in a tender kiss. As your mouth melds with his, he slowly begins to relax into your arms, moulding like clay against your curves. If there’s anyone he’ll listen to, it’s you – you’re his kryptonite.

Originally posted by jonghyunslisterine

Yoongi: [El Diablo]

“You look good with tattoos.”

Yoongi jumps, and swivels around to find you leaning in the doorway, two cups of coffee in your hands.

“Y/N!” He quickly grabs a hoody, pulling it to cover over his exposed back, elaborately decorated with temporary tattoos.

“Aww, no, don’t cover it up,” you pout.

His eyes flicker dangerously. “You can see it later, but sadly I’m busy right now.”

“Right,” you swing into the room and place one of the steaming cups into his hand. Now that one set of fingers is free you can begin brushing his black hair out of his eyes, “I brought this for you, before you begin filming.”

“What would I do without you?” He places a kiss on your forehead, while his makeup staff sneak out of the room to give the two of you some privacy.

With some sidestepping, you manage to get your cup of coffee on the table. Now both hands can get back to Yoongi, hugging him closer, tracing lines up and down his arms. When your hands reach his wrists, you catch up the cuffs of his hoody and with a smirk, pull up the loose sleeves. There are those fake tattoos that caught your eye – all a part of the deal when it comes to playing El Diablo.

“Why are you so interested in these things?” Yoongi asks, as you run your fingers along the detailed lines.

“I don’t know, they just kind of suit you.” You pick up his hand, and place a kiss on the wrist where the tattoos begin. Then you work your way up, and up, and up until you reach his neck.

Yoongi’s breath comes out a little gushy, betraying his feeling. “If you like them that much, maybe I should get a real one.”

Your lips are on his chin, then his lips. “Yeah?”


Originally posted by hyyhwings

Hoseok: [Deadshot]


Hoseok sets down the phone, and spins to where you are standing, bouncing on expectant toes, “Did you get the part?”

To answer your question, he scoops you up in his arms and spins you around, so that the familiar wallpaper in your hallway spins in a galaxy of colour. “I got it! I got it!”

He finally sets you down, and you collapse into his arms - partly because you’re so dizzy, mainly because you’re so happy. Getting a role in the newest superhero movie is a solid step down the path of success, and you can feel your chest swelling with pride for him. This feeling trebles when you gaze up into his beaming face, set in a smile of sunshine.

“What part did you get anyway?” you ask, peeling yourself away, although your hand stays stuck in his.

Hoseok points his grin your way. “Deadshot.” With his free hand he makes finger guns at you, and whenever he shoots, you pretend to swoon. Giggly, he catches you, and your lean all your weight into him, holding onto him like he’s the most important thing in the world (which of course, he is).

“I guess I’ll be a ‘deadshot’ in your heart,” Hoseok says, and all you can do is groan at the terrible pun.

“Ah! I really can’t believe you sometimes,” you say, wriggling out of his arms, “No more hugs for you until you apologise for that awful joke.”

“Aw come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Hoseok tries to sound sincere, but ends up snickering, and soon you’re cracking up too, falling back into his arms. Of course, you’ll never make him apologise – bad jokes are just a part of the package, along with shining smiles, caring hands, late night conversations, and constant love. It’s a package you can’t resist.

Originally posted by bestteamofsoulmates

Namjoon: [Rick Flag]

Namjoon didn’t really understand your obsession with superhero comics. What he did understand was that if you were happy, he was happy - and the fact that he would be playing a part in the newest superhero film thrilled you both, albeit for slightly different reasons.

“Okay, here’s all you need to know about the Rick Flag,” you say, setting down your collection of DC comics.

“Can’t I find out all I need to know from the script?” Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair, eyeing the mountainous pile of pages with some hesitation. It would take a long time to get through all of your prized collection.

“But then you wouldn’t understand his backstory,” you huff, “Think of this as research.”

Namjoon sighs, but picks up a comic and begins flicking through it. “Alright, but I’m only doing this because I love you.”

You roll over in bed. The light is still on, and Namjoon is still reading, and it’s… you stretch to see the clock past Namjoon’s head – it’s two AM? “Baby, it’s late, you need some sleep,” you murmur, your hand traversing up his chest, coming to rest on his heartbeat.

“Just a couple more pages,” he mumbles.

“What are you reading anyway?” You grab onto his hands, and pull the pages down to read along with him. It’s one of your comics.

“Oh my gosh, Namjoon,” you giggle, “Are you actually enjoying my comics?”

“What? I just want to see what happens…” Namjoon defends, but when you start poking him, he relents. “Okay, okay, I’m enjoying them, alright?”

“Yes!” Leaping up, you begin bouncing up and down on the bed, “Who’s your favourite character? What’s your favourite arc? Have you got to the part where they – oh no, I can’t say in case I spoil it!”

Namjoon’s smile widens at your excitement. “Want to read together? Just a few more pages?”

“Heck yeah!” You scramble over him, and find space against his chest. Taking up his hands, you pull them over, so that his arms rest around you, the comic in your sights. Namjoon plants a kiss into your strawberry scented hair, and the two of you turn to reading.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin: [Loki]

“I’m not so sure about this,” Jimin mutters from his seat, riffling through a script.

“What’s the matter?” You lean over his shoulder, arms swooping around his neck. You can’t understand why he’s so hesitating – when you heard he would be playing Loki in the new superhero movie, you’d been so excited, and it was all Jimin could do to hold you still. But now that Jimin is frowning down at the script, you’ve adopted a more serious tone. If something is bothering Jimin, you’ll do your best to fix it.

“It’s just…” Jimin reaches over his head to pull you a little closer, his hands folding on the back of your head as you lay your chin on his shoulder. Now that the two of you are more comfortable, closer together, more sweater sleeves brushing against skin, Jimin continues: “It’s just… I’ve never played as a villain before. I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

You sling yourself to Jimin’s other side, so that you can see his face. “Serious? That’s why you’re worried.”

He nods.

“Jimin,” you lower yourself into his lap, framing his face with your fingers, “It’s only a role in a movie. It has nothing to do with your personality. Everyone knows that you’re an adorable cinnamon roll, and you acting as a villain isn’t going to change that.”

“An adorable cinnamon what?”

You giggle and run a hand through his fluffed-up hair. “I just mean you’re super cute.”


“But I’m kind of excited to see what you’ll be like as a villain,” you add, “I think you’ll do a good job. Like, you’ll be the heart-throb kind of villain that all the girls know they shouldn’t like, but they do anyway.”

“The important question is: Will you like me?” Jimin asks.

He’s answered with a chuckle and a light brush of your lips against his. “Do you really need to ask?”

Originally posted by vminv

Taehyung: [Joker]

So, your boyfriend will be playing the part of the Joker in the upcoming superhero movie… Somehow you can’t imagine your lovable, excitable, huggable Taehyung playing the part of a psychotic villain - the two images don’t want to overlap in your mind. All the same, it’s only acting, so it shouldn’t really matter. Under all those layers of make-up, Taehyung is still Taehyung, and at the end of a long day of filming, you know he’ll come back to you, make-up rubbed off, and lay himself down beside you, arms entwined around you, mouth on skin. What does matter are the long hours he has to spend away from you. You’re used to his schedule being packed, but it has never been this bad before. You have never missed him this much before.

You sit on the sofa, alone, phone in your hand, while the evening light fades outside. You want to call him, to leave him a message, to ask how his day was. You want connection, to remind yourself that he’s waiting too – until he can return home. But no, you can’t, he’s busy. Still, your finger hovers over the call button. Don’t do it. You do it. His tone sounds, again and again, but he doesn’t answer. Of course - he’s busy.

What you need is something to do – to forget that the house is missing a certain boxy smile. So you scour the shelves in the living room, find a book, read a page, fling it down, make yourself a cup of tea, leave it sitting till it’s too strong, roll about on the floor, go crazy. You miss him so much, so much. Maybe you should just go to bed. At least under the covers, you can give yourself up to dreams and forget he’s missing. Then when you wake up he’ll be there, filling up that gaping hole beside you. Yes, bed is the best option.

But while you’re brushing your teeth, wrapped in your fluffiest pyjamas, you hear keys in the lock. You burst into the hall when Taehyung’s voice sounds: “Y/N?” Dropping your toothbrush, you fling yourself into his arms, only to be greeted with a torrent of questions: “Are you alright? Are you okay? I missed your call, was it important? Was it an emergency?”

“You left work because I called you?” you ask, guilt pouring into your belly.

“Well of course, I wasn’t expecting a call.” His face, you notice, hasn’t been cleaned as meticulously as usual before he rushed off – there’s still some black eyeliner clustered around his lower lashes, and a dash of lipstick staining his cheeks where the iconic Joker’s smile had been drawn.

“Oh, Taehyung, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just called because I missed you. There was no emergency.”

“You missing me is an emergency!” he says, his hands working up and down your back.

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“No, I’ll just say it was a personal problem. Which it is! My girlfriend is in desperate need of some love.”

You laugh, and stretch up to kiss the rouge stain that still haunts his cheek. He looks down at you, and then realisation dawns: “I still have make-up on my face, don’t I?”

Originally posted by coffeecupsandjiminsmuts

Jungkook: [Ironman This kid would’ve had a fit if he wasn’t cast as Iron man]

When you get home, you feel something is… off. There’s an odd smell cloaking the air - a smell of rubber, and metal, and is that… yes, that is definitely sweat.

“Jungkook, what’s all this?” You erupt into the living room to find he’s converted it into a miniature gym in your absence. Weights of all sizes are scattered about the room, a mat lies rolled up in the corner, and a punching bag is suspended above your couch. On the floor, Jungkook is in the middle of a series of push ups. Blocking up his ears are his earphones, blaring music which drowns out your complaints. You walk over, and poke his strained arm with your toe. He collapses to the ground, only to scramble up again, crying, “You’re home!” before he rivets his arms around you and lifts you off the floor.

“Ew no, Jungkook, you’re all sweaty!” you giggle, but really, you don’t mind.

He drops you back onto the floor, and allows you to brush his damp hair out of his clumped eyelashes. “Who gave you permission to mess up my living room while I was gone?”

Our living room,” Jungkook reminds you, “And I needed to set this up because something very exciting happened today.” Underneath your hands he begins to squirm, like a puppy that’s just heard the word ‘walk’.

“Yeah, what’s that?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I got a part in the new superhero movie,” he squeals – yes, he actually squeals.

“Wow, Jungkook! No way!” That’s your cue to stretch up and place a steam of kisses across his nose and cheeks.

“I’m going to be playing Ironman, so I need to be in shape for the role,” he tells you, or at least he tries, but it’s very hard to get anything out under your barrage of love.

You pull back for a moment: “But Jungkook, you’re already in shape. And besides, you’ll be under a suit. No one will know.”

“I’ll know,” he bounces back, “Besides, I like exercising.”

“Okay, okay,” you roll your eyes, “But that still doesn’t give you an excuse to lay out all your junk in this room. There’s no way I’m cuddling you on the couch when there’s a punching bag third-wheeling above us.”

“It won’t interfere that much.” To demonstrate, he nudges you over to the couch, where he flumps down, and then pats his chest for you to join him, which you do. “See, the punching bag’s not a problem.”

You really ought to stand your ground, but Jungkook’s so warm, and so soft (despite his muscles), and work’s been so hectic. Lying here with him slung around you, you decide a few minutes of loving won’t hurt. But only a few, okay?

Originally posted by dabbingjungkookie

(I did not make the gifs)

Just Let Go



‘We are made of all those who have built and broken us.’

“—Two weeks straight of just watching it. The break-up hit him harder than I thought,” Becca sighed, shaking her head. “Amy still thinks I had something to do with it.”

Aislan raised a brow, leaning her chin onto her hands that rested on the large bed. “Oh yeah. I can’t think of any reason why she’d come to that conclusion,” the brunette said, voice thick with sarcasm.  

I hear the sarcasm and am electing to ignore it. How’s Cordonia?

She shrugged her shoulders, glancing at the large window. She couldn’t see much from the bed, but what she did see were clear blue skies. Since Aislan’s arrival into the country, it’s been great weather every day. It was like she had some guardian angel looking out for her; or incredible luck.

“The weather is gorgeous. Explored the palace maze earlier,” she answered, hooking her ankles together and rocking them back and forth. “Went to the horse races yesterday.”

I saw. Look at you, Media Queen. I knew my lessons would rub off on you,” her cousin beamed, pulling out her phone. “Have you read the section on you?”

“No…what does it say?”

Lady Aislan Hawke—the Mystery Suitor. This young beauty comes all the way from New York. Not much is known about her, besides her wit, charm and well-mannered nature. This suitor brings in much needed breath of fresh air to Cordonia court. Prince Liam seems taken with her but that’s only half the battle. If she’s chosen, what queen will she be?” Becca glanced back at her, a brow raised. “They’ve really built up your image there.”

“And one wrong move could tear it all down; One of Bertrand’s many reminders,” Aislan sighed, rolling over and staring up at the ceiling. As much as she loved Maxwell, it was his brother she couldn’t stand. He was always breathing down her neck about court, how to get to the prince, how much was at stake for his house—broke house—and how they depended on her. “Was this all a mistake?”

Aislan thought she had said that quietly, but it seemed her cousin heard her.

Does it feel like one?” Becca questioned and she didn’t answer. “Look Ash, I’m not an expert on royalty, but I do know love. Do you have feelings for Liam?”

She thought about it.

Back in New York, Liam seemed like the big brother of the three who happened to have dinner in her restaurant. Looking after Drake and Maxwell—mainly Maxwell—and not having fun himself. When she took him to see the Statue of Liberty, it was the first time he seemed to relax a little. Seeing his soft smile, the awe in his gaze at the French gift…

The time they ran around in the maze, laughing and exploring. His kind, considerate nature was what stood out to her. A guy who would selflessly give his life to protect those he cared about.

Did she love him?


But could there be a future with him?

“There’s something there,” the brunette finally answered, rolling back onto her stomach. “I saw it in New York. Liam carries the weight of this country on his shoulders. I want to help carry the load.”

Becca’s eyes softened. “There’s your answer. He seems like a great guy from what you’ve said—hey Brooke.”

“Sorry! Am I interrupting?” Brooke’s blonde hair was damp as she came into the camera’s view. “Hi Aislan! How’s Cordonia and the prince? Is he treating you right?”

Aislan chuckled. “Hi Brooke. It’s great and yes he is.”

You can use the shower now,” Brooke informed the raven-haired woman who stood up.

Great! I’ve got a date with the nerdy guy. Ben, I think his name is,” Becca said and turned back to her cousin. “Hey, I’ve got to go but have fun. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure, if I can get away from the competition for a moment. Love you,” Aislan smiled before ending the Skype chat. Sighing, she closed her laptop and rolled off from the bed. Heading to the window, she gazed out at the view of the royal garden. Gorgeous flowers of all kinds and of all colours dressed the area, drawing your gaze in.

Sitting inside is only going to make me think. And thinking might lead to unnecessary stress as Becca puts it, she thought to herself, musing over her options. It was a nice day out, maybe she could draw some sketches.

Deciding on it, she dug out her sketch pad and a pencil and left her room. Moving her way through the castle, she stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air. The warmth from the sun sent shivers down her spine and her mood was already improving.

Last time she went into the maze, Liam showed her the way out and she remembered every detail of it. With ease, she headed towards the centre and sat down on the marble bench. Opening the pad, her eyes swept the area for something to draw and settled on a single rose.

She had been so absorbed into her task that she had failed to hear footsteps coming from behind.

“Lady Aislan.”

“Jesus Christ!” Aislan swore, jumping a little and throwing her pencil onto the ground. Liam held up his hands, eyes widened a little and a small, amused smile on his lips. “I swear they need to put a damn bell on you. It’s not very prince-like to sneak up on a lady.”

“My apologises,” Liam said but his tone said otherwise. “I was just admiring your work. You’re very talented.”

“Thank you. Now if only my father thought that,” she mused and studied him for a moment. His bone structure was remarkable… “Mind if I draw you?”

He blinked before softening his gaze. “I would be honoured. May I keep the sketch afterwards?”

“Can you negotiate well enough?” she asked, moving over to allow him to sit down beside her.

Liam chuckled. “I would be a terrible future-king if I couldn’t,” he joked and got into a comfortable position. “How would you like me to be?”

“Just be yourself and relax.”

“I always do with you, Aislan.”

She paused and stared at him. His soft, blue eyes stared into her brown ones with warmth and admiration. His shoulders weren’t as tense as usual and he genuinely seemed to be at ease with her. He wasn’t the prince his parents built him to be.

Her heart thudded.

Maybe there is something there after all.


Song: Just Let Go from Bratz Fashion Pixiez

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clueless4username  asked:

Welcome to the blog, Atlas!! We have another mod, Atlas-T (i'm sorry i had to)

Hey, thanks! I’m going to do a whole ‘meet the mod’ thing pretty soon. Also, never apologise for terrible jokes because I am the King of terrible jokes (and this one is hilarious, so good job dude). Just as Bex and Dee

Katie Hopkins. You belong in Jail.

I’ve held my tongue on this terrible, terrible shitbag for several years now, in a bid to not give her any of the attention she so desperately craves. Insulting her publicly only further contributes to the wood in her fire of toxic hate and mucus. 

But now that the UN’S Human Rights Chief has spoken out about her, accusing her of inciting hatred, I feel as though she now has the world’s attention anyway. She’s being used in the same sentences as actual Nazis now, and being associated with those behind historical genocides. So what harm could my tiny little blog do now? I have to say something for my own sanity.

She said in her most recent abomination of human kind column last week, that she didn’t care if migrants died on their crossing of the mediterranean, that they are similar to cockroaches and that gunboats should be used to deter further arrivals. She added, “No, I don’t care. Show me pictures of coffins, show me bodies floating in water, play violins and show me skinny people looking sad, I still don’t care.”

Obviously Katie must think these asylum seekers are coming to Britain for our beautiful weather, cheap housing prices and friendly attitude. It can’t possibly be because they are terrified for their survival in their own countries. These people are escaping poverty, corrupt governments, murder abuse and rape. Are you REALLY telling me Katie, that if you and your children were being sexually assaulted and terrorised and your lives were at risk, that you would stay put where you were in the name of “propriety?” Would your fear of disrupting another country’s financial stability stop you from trying to save your own life, and the lives of your children? Or would you get on the FIRST boat the hell out of there?

It worries me for her children that she has no apparent maternal instinct. It worries me for her children that she is their mother full stop. What is she filling their heads with? What legacy are they going to be left with when she is gone one day? What will their family be smeared with because of her ignorant abuse on society, and essentially, humanity?

Now don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate a joke when I hear it. I’ve even laughed at some of the things she has said in the past. I loved her to pieces on the apprentice. But she took that amusing caricature and has chiselled it into a sword she is using to try and destroy our society. Her xenophobia is so dangerous. She is an enabler. She enables people who can’t take responsibility for their own short comings and problems, to look outside themselves and blame it on other people. Like foreigners. Somehow I don’t think British people deliberately choose foreign people to work for them specifically over “our own.” Especially within the labour industries. I’m sure if british people took the jobs of the construction workers, cleaners and handymen first, they would have all those jobs by now. Katie Hopkins encourages the blame game. Which is such an unhelpful stance to take in the name of progress.

“I’m poor because of the Pakis.” isn’t a mentality that’s going to get you anywhere in life.

Pointing the finger at everyone else is a wonderful way of avoiding the finger being pointed at you. It’s the name of her game. Sometimes I think she does it on a personal level. By constantly picking on and highlighting fat people and foreigners and rich people with funny names and muslims… she fucking hates muslims… it means less people will look at what’s wrong with her. This woman has clearly been bullied her whole life. She even gets the most hurtful personal comments I’ve ever seen on her appearance made to this day, even as I type. God knows what school was like for her, or what she had to do to find some self esteem as an adult. Abuse is almost always at the heart of people who are this full of hatred. I can’t bear to think of what must have happened to her to create such a monster. What must be going through your head to live your day to day as a panto villain, as a puppet for the Sun, and This Morning,  to generate publicity at any cost. They will dispose of her without blinking when she no longer is of use to them. She’s a pawn in the saddest game I’ve ever heard of. I almost want to give this woman a hug. ALMOST. 

Look many people say stupid things, God knows I have. I remember in my first month of being on twitter, making joke about menopause in relation to Catherine Zeta Jones’ reported Bi Polar condition. An outrageously stupid thing to do. Having come from a family that contained many mentally ill people, I had a flippancy towards the topic of mental illness that came across SO irresponsibly to those who didn’t know my experience. But what I said was a joke. One that i had the presence of mind to still delete and apologise for in under a minute. And I was only 22. This woman is a mother in her fifties. And I’m terrified that she might actually mean the terrible things she says.

Hate crime is the scariest thing in the world. Being born as a middle class white woman in one of the most developed and civilised countries in the world has perhaps not armed her with any compassion towards ANY other people. I have no idea how Katie would feel were the shoe on the other foot. It’s arrogant and ignorant attitudes like hers that allowed british people and caucasians  to come into other countries, rape the women, steal the culture and take the people as slaves. She’s upset that foreigners are coming to our land? Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to their in the first place and fucked everything up for them. Maybe Pakistan and India didn’t need that partition. Maybe Africa was ok without white supremacy and slavery. The world and it’s people have been bed hopping since transport was invented. Britain is getting a taste of it’s own invasion, only the asylum seekers aren’t trying to take over our land and pillage our women and children and take our houses, they just want somewhere safe to live, and get by in peace.

Look. I’m a second generation asian citizen of this country. I am proud to live here. I am so grateful to live here so that I grew up in this wonderful land of freedom. I’m glad I’m here, and I think I am a hell of a lot more worthy of living in a free world than Katie Hopkins, who doesn’t even believe in one. What good does she contribute? She just projectile vomits evil nonsense at us on a daily basis.

Please don’t buy into her propaganda. Don’t spread this malevolence. Don’t let it into your life. I beg of you. We are a great nation who have been in financial hot water due to many of our own misdemeanours. Tax fraud wasn’t made my foreigners. Foreigners didn’t make the government over pay themselves. Foreigners didn’t make people like Gary Barlows accountant to not pay MILLIONS to our country. Foreigners didn’t make us spend all that money on the Millienium Twatting Dome. It’s not only foreigners who use benefits, a large portion of our benefit fraud comes from our own people. Britain has been scoring own goals for over a hundred years. We can’t just blame the brown people.

It appears she is now actually campaigning for xenophobia and racism. Her columns are daily starting to read more and more like an idiot’s guide to Mein Kampf. I think she should be prosecuted for what now feels like a crime against humanity, put in a cell with all the other hateful and damaging people of the world.

Congratulations Katie Hopkins, you will go down in history after all. You will be remembered forever… in the elite alumni of the biggest, dirtiest arseholes Britain has ever created. Well done us for giving this cretin a stage. SLOW CLAP BRITAIN.

And Katie, it takes a cockroach to know one babe. xxx

[UPDATED ON 140129]

So in my previous post about this game, I mentioned that I met EXO’s Chen, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. I also came to the disappointing (AND WRONG) conclusion that they were FAKE because I did not get the banner saying that I’ve won against a real EXO member. But I did! Keep reading to find out more~


(Note: I sometimes use my brother’s account so the user dp is sometimes different in the following images.)

  • I’ve met leader Suho too many times already. We both lost the first time but I won the second time. My brother also won against him. He’s almost always online playing with fans.. just not winning though keke :> Hard luck grandpa junmyeon! 

  • I was extremely unstable when I met Kai as he appeared right after I raced with Suho. And my luck continued since I won against him too! I met him a few more times after that. One time I got to team up with him in the team races! We lost though but Jongin you did well ^o^

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