the phrasing of this is so flirty

xNTx Friends


ENTJ:

  • Crazy schedule, still manages to hang around with friends.
  • Insanely driven. Vital necessity of being The Best™.
  • Doesn’t have time for bullshit, ever.
  • Generally sweet, scary when mad (emphasize ‘scary’).
  • Highly motivated and ambitious.
  • No drama, thank you.
  • Flawless facial control (low-key scary as well).
  • INTP’s recklessness makes her have a mini heart attack every now and again.
  • Manners matter.
  • Has been super busy lately.
  • And by ‘lately’ we mean since always until forever.

Common phrases include:

– “You might find this of some help”.
– “This is so interesting”.
– “Yes, I’ve read about it”.
– “Sorry, I already have plans”.
– “I’d actually prefer to do it myself”.
– “Really, just let /me/ do it :)”.


ENTP:

  • Sharp tongue.
  • Comeback generator.
  • Laid back attractiveness and incredible charisma.
  • Bulldozer mode when mad.
  • Put-together and confident.
  • Has a fame for being flirty.
  • Hasn’t had that many partners at all.
  • “wrecking ball” (- mother mother) is his life theme song.
  • Is actually quite delicate.
  • Almost all his facial expressions are masks.
  • Hiding his real emotions seems to have become a life purpose.
  • His deep interests surprise most people.
  • “Is very intelligent, but way too lazy at school” squad with INTP.
  • Is seen as a bad influence.
  • Actually has a pretty solid moral code.
  • Fashion style score: BADASS. (the aesthetics are real).

Common phrases include:

– “Think about it this way”.
– “Why, am I bothering you?” + smirk.
– “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to your bullshit”.
– “Why does everyone believe I’m lying?”


INTJ

  • Works silently because success speaks for itself.
  • The library is his natural habitat.
  • Very specific fields of interest.
  • Seems very polite, and he is.
  • (Doesn’t actually believe in politeness itself, has only learned to follow formalities in order to make his life easier). 
  • Efficient™.
  • Crisis over personal traits of which the analysis were thought to be concluded. 
  • Really brain, why this again. Why.
  • Has learned to master several skills that he doesn’t even enjoy.

Common phrases include:

– “No”. (Default reply to INTP’s proposes).
– “That is /such/ a bad idea”.
– “Actually…” (*insert unasked correction*).
– “I’m still considering it”.
– “What do you mean it’s not polite to tell them how wrong they are?”
– “Of course I cannot change my schedule” (to ENTP).


INTP

  • Has strong opinions on matters that she has given a lot of thought (and we mean a lot).
  • Gets overwhelmed by being the center of attention.
  • Became an Ancient Rome expert overnight.
  • Comfy discrete clothes.
  • Deadlines are a very flexible concept.
  • Actually, every concept should be prone to constant revision.
  • Study time is the perfect time for introspection and/or new ideas development.
  • Either absolutely hyped or completely indolent.

Common phrases include:

– “My nights are a mix of insomnia and belated lunch”.
– “What if we…” (Proposes crazily awesome plan to INTJ).
– “There are pubs in which you can hear a much more refined language than in the Congress”.
– “Because apathy is the foundation of my being” (as a response to ENTJ asking her why she doesn’t just /do/ the stuff).


Shared traits

  • Difficulty to compute feelings (we know, we know, ‘such a cliché’. Still true).
  • Allergies: stupidity, ignorance, illogical social rules.
  • “WHY do people refuse to THINK”.
  • Rich lexicon (xNTJs’ default mode, xNTPs’ show it when the situation is worth it).
  • Best debates between them, NFs are sometimes invited.
  • Would always choose knowledge over ignorance, even if it implies unhappiness.
  • “What do you mean it was offensive? It’s the truth!” (As a response to ENFJ).

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IxxJ squad

xNFx squad

The origin of “Larry Stylinson”

What’s the origin of the phrase “Larry Stylinson”? 

We all know Harry tweeted this on 22 November 2010:

So I wondered when the first mention of the phrase on Twitter really was, and the results surprised me. 

There’s only 1 previous mention on Twitter and it was nearly a month before this tweet on 28 October 2010:

The phrase “Larry Stylinson” was a Tumblr term, not a Twitter creation. In fact, when Harry tweeted his tweet mentioning the phrase, most of the replies were asking what it was or saying how cute the name it was. Many people hadn’t heard it on Twitter until that day.

The @Larry_Stylinson twitter wasn’t even created until a day after Harry’s tweet on 23 November 2010:

The link in the first tweet on Twitter leads you to a tumblr that is no longer in the 1D fandom, but was active in the early days of X Factor. They are noteworthy because they reblogged a lot of gifs and pictures of Harry and Louis from X Factor. At the time, many tumblr blogs focused on the group as a whole or on Harry or Liam. The emphasis on the early concept of “Larry” is noticeable.

The twitter post itself leads to this picture posted on 28 October 2010 (taken 4 October 2010 in Week 1):

With this caption:

So the first Tumblr to use the phrase appears to be the “fuckyeahharrystyles” tumblr, nearly a month before Harry & Gemma’s phone conversation. This is funny to me, because that’s the tumblr I linked to the 3 of the 5 pictures Harry posted to his yfrog on 19 November 2010 but never tweeted. 

What does it mean?

I’m not sure, but I have a theory. So in a 3-hour window, someone uploaded 4 Harry pictures (some of them edits to include just Harry in the picture, and 1 edited picture of Harry and Louis). 3/5 pictures came from fuckmeharrystyles.tumblr.com, and one of the pictures included that watermark. I think it’s possible Louis did it as a bit of a flirty prank on Harry. He knew he would see it when he logged back into yfrog. Otherwise, Harry was trolling tumblr sites about himself uploading pictures of himself and never tweeted them. That seems a bit odd to me. I think, given the context of their time and relationship and age, that it’s possible this was one more way Louis was flirting with Harry.

So what does this all mean about the phrase “Larry Stylinson”? A couple of things.

  • Harry’s tweet did, in fact, light the “Larry Stylinson” engines on Twitter, ground zero of the fan base at the time. This happened in week 7 of the show, and everyone around it at the time was genuinely in love with the flirty relationship being played out on the cameras. 
  • However, the origin of the term was tumblr, meaning Gemma most likely was around tumblr at the time, and told Harry about the term and the way fans there had noticed the special connection between Harry & Louis. 

It’s clear that the early phrase and concept didn’t bother anyone in or around the group (and, in fact, didn’t until @Louis_Tomlinson called it “bullshit” almost 2 full years later). They knew about the context of the phrase being used on blogs posting pictures of Harry & Louis they found on facebook, cropping group photos to just Harry & Louis photos that Harry (or Louis) posted to Harry’s own yfrog, and posting gifs and edits like this:

There were certainly less “believers” back in the early days. The fandom, in its infancy, was much less rigid and divided. But on tumblr, especially, there were several blogs that noticed the less platonic and more romantic behavior of Harry & Louis at the time, and these blogs were the creators of the “Larry Stylinson” phrase. 

To argue Gemma, who didn’t hear about the “Larry Stylinson” phenomenon on Twitter, didn’t understand the context around the phrase is unlikely. 

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché

Request:

I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.

__

You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.

__

An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.

__

Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”

Ding!

1 new message:

Unknown-

Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.

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[NCT] Doppelganger?

Hello hello hello! It’s me, Froggi, back at it again with the requests I should have gotten to a million years ago. This is like the best thing I’ve written since I made my blog though so hopefully that’ll make up for me being late. 



Originally posted by y-ta

Genre: idk fluff i guess 
Word count: 1,000+ 
Feedback is always appreciated, thank u and goodnight 



Cozy, inviting, and seemingly set in past decades, there’s something indiscernible that draws you to the cafe that lies on the busiest street corner in Chicago. It’s a place you’ve visited countless times; the employees now know you by name and vice versa. On a particularly rainy day, you find yourself padding into the building, the warmth inside soothing your chilled skin. It’s rather empty, which is out of the ordinary given its reputation, but it’s not at all surprising to see the lack of patrons. It is only Tuesday, and with the downpour outside, it’s no wonder you can count the number of guests on one hand. The chime that sounds throughout the cafe alerts one of the waiters, and he bounds out from the kitchen to offer you a greeting. He’s tall, with chocolatey brown eyes and lips that curve up at the corners naturally, perpetuating an enticingly cat like expression. A few strands of soft dark hair fall into his eyes, and he lazily blows them aside with a harsh puff of air before throwing a welcoming smile in your direction.
“Hey, sexy,” says the waiter, poking fun at your perhaps overly casual attire. “Do you not have an umbrella? You’re soaked.”
You breathe out a sigh, climbing onto one of the large and rustic mahogany barstools that line the counter.
“No, I lent mine to a friend.” Is your response.

Johnny looks you up and down, pursing his lips in thought, before scurrying away. Out of sight, you can hear the whirring of machines and the clinking of glass and it’s not long before he returns, a drink in hand. It’s a tradition, so to speak, for you to leave your order up to Johnny every time you visit. He’s good at what he does, and he’s always thinking of new combinations of ingredients to put together just the right beverage to suit your mood. On days like this, your drinks are usually served hot, varying between overly sweet flavors with heaps of cream or something more simple, usually a hot tea with only a dash of sugar.

Today, you guess the drink is going to be on the sugary side, judging by the mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings that dust the top. When you take a sip, though, you’re pleasantly surprised. It’s sweet, but not overbearing and there’s a faint hint of citrus. Your eyes widen, and you throw an excited thumbs up to Johnny as you gulp it down, the liquid heating your throat and warming you down to your toes.
“It’s my newest concoction.” Johnny muses, bowing as if he’s in front of a relentlessly cheering audience.
“I’m impressed. I’d say this is your best work to date.” You say, “What’s in it?”
“That, my friend, is top secret information. I’m afraid I can’t tell you, though you know I hate to turn down a pretty face.”

You haul your bag into your lap, pull out your laptop and boot it up.
“That’s fine; I’ll just ask Nathan.” You counter, and Johnny’s eyes narrow.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” You taunt, taking another sip of the drink.

Johnny, one of your 3 roommates, works and makes a living as a waiter and residential pretty face. There’s a handful of people that attribute the cafe’s popularity to Johnny’s devilishly good looks, and you can’t say you blame them; the days Johnny works are usually the cafe’s busiest. Girls practically line up to see him, no matter where he goes. Of course, it’s an unspoken rule that absolutely no one, under any circumstance, is allowed to flirt with him, unless they enjoy being gently but brutally rejected.To most, it’s painfully obvious that he already has eyes for only one girl. ‘Most’ meaning everyone except for you, the girl in question. It’s routine for Johnny to constantly be flirtatiously throwing quips in your general direction, which you reflect back at him with ease. Everything about him, from the way he dresses to the way he acts, screams “ladies man”, so you suppose you’ve sort of embedded that idea into your brain, projecting his flirty behavior onto everyone he interacts with. “Just ask her out already.” Is a phrase that’s commonplace among Johnny and your two other roommates. Among the four of you, it seems that the only one out of the loop is you. Of course, Johnny isn’t one to push. While it kills him to be so close to you without actually being able to call you his, he’ll take what he can get. He’s a man who’s all about subtlety; he’d rather drop hints for decades before he finally grabs you by the shoulders and scream to the heavens that he wants to go out with you. Which, unfortunately for him, is something he probably needs to do. You don’t consider yourself ditzy and clueless by any means; in fact, you’re at the top of your class in the university’s art program, but that’s another story. Point being, you can’t exactly take a hint, no matter how obvious Johnny might make it. Presently, Johnny’s leaning against the bar, asking you, “What brings you here, by the way? The weather outside is total shits; I didn’t expect to see you walking through it.” You’re in the middle of gulping down more of your drink when he continues. “Don’t tell me it’s because you wanted to come see me? I’m flattered, Y/N, I really am.” You click your tongue.
“Wow, you’ve got me figured out,” you deadpan, “I actually just came to study, since it’s so loud back at the apartment.”
“You couldn’t study at the library?” He asks.
“Nope. Power went out, so the school’s got it closed off.” Is your response. Taking one last sip of your drink, you beckon him over, “Come help me.”
He shoots you a, “I’m going to get in trouble for slacking off.” though he doesn’t make any move to decline your request.
“No, you won’t. Everyone here loves you.” You say as he climbs into the seat beside you.

He scoots closer, brazenly leaning against you with his chin propped on your shoulder. You don’t question the action, but rather the sensation is sends shooting down your spine. It’s not uncommon for him to have his hands on you; often times he’d have you in his lap or an arm slung securely around your shoulder, and it was never considered more than a mindless action between friends. After all, that’s the dynamic your friendship is built on. So why, you ask yourself, does it send your heart into overdrive? Of course. It’s because you’ve got a hopeless crush on the boy. It’s an idea you’ve only nurtured a small number of times, afraid that the blossoming adoration you have for the waiter would cause you to do something stupid, like telling him how you feel, should you entertain the notion that yes, you do like Johnny.His eyes are trained on the brightness of your laptop, and he’s silent as you pull up a number of windows, ranging from PDF files to a random playlist you found on Youtube. Johnny does wonders in helping you study. Physics, your weakest and his strongest subject, is the monster that you try to tackle as you sit tucked away into your own little world inside the cafe. Occasionally, he’ll reach a hand up and point to something you might have missed in your equations, and he’ll murmur answers to your questions. It’s when a sudden change in your playlist has you switching over to Youtube that Johnny lifts his head from your shoulder, prompted by a man seemingly in his 40s entering the cafe. The music that plays through your headphones isn’t something you could see yourself listening to, but when paired with the bright colors of the accompanying music video on screen, it serves to almost hypnotize you. Nine men dance with powerful movements on screen, and the song fluidly moves from hook to bridge to chorus, and it’s during the second verse of the song that something catches your eye. One of the boys, dressed in a candy red jacket with gold chains and auburn colored hair, moves to the front of the group, and your jaw drops. That guy looks just like Johnny! When he moves back to your side, you point to the screen in astonishment.
“Check this out. That dude looks exactly like you!” Johnny’s eyes widen a slight bit, and he furrows his brows in confusion before his features relax and he cocks a goofy smirk.
“Dude, maybe he’s your long lost twin. You know like that movie The Parent Trap!” You joke.
A breathless laugh pulls its way from Johnny’s lips, and he slaps a hand to your back, between your shoulder blades.
“Pretty sure I’d know if I had a twin, Y/N. That dude in the video? That’s me.” He casually throws out.
“Eat it, Johnny. I don’t believe you.” You say, but upon giving it more though you realize that the idea is entirely plausible. Plus, it doesn’t take much convincing on Johnny’s part to have your jaw dropping in disbelief.
“Wait, so you’re telling me that you, Johnny, the Johnny that works making just above minimum wage as a barista, the Johnny that does a shitty impersonation of parrots 24/7, are the same Johnny who’s a famous Korean pop star?”
Johnny nods, as if it’s something as simple as 1,2,3.
You blink a few times, and it only takes you a few moments to fully come to terms with the knowledge. After all, it doesn’t seem far fetched for Johnny to do something so… Extra.
“Is that why you have so many girls up your ass?” You question, jokingly. Johnny leans back in his chair.
“Maybe. It didn’t work on the girl I want, though, so what’s it really matter?” As he speaks, he fixes you with a gaze that’s perhaps a bit too serious given the lighthearted nature of the situation, but it nonetheless has your throat going dry.
“Bummer.” Is all you manage to mumble out.
“Yeah. I guess she didn’t really know about it until just now. I bet if she knew I was so famous, she’d already be falling at my feet.” Muses Johnny, casually despite the rapid beating of his heart.
“Maybe now that she knows I can use that as leverage to get her to go on a date with me.”
“Why don’t you ask her, then?” You counter.
At this, Johnny leans forward, face entirely way too close to yours as he searches your expression for anything that could hint at deception, to give away the idea that you’re playing him like a fiddle, serving as a warning for him to back away because he doesn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of being rejected by the one girl he’s head over heels for. Finding nothing, he takes the opportunity to speak, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he asks, tentatively, “Will you go out with me?”
Your lips quirk up in a little grin, and you can see the tension leaving Johnny’s frame when you nonchalantly reply with, “I’d love to.” The waiter has a smile stretching from ear to ear throughout the rest of his work day.

On Saturday, when he texts you, telling you that he’ll be picking you up once he gets off of work, you find yourself smiling stupidly at your phone.
You shoot a quick ok text, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth before typing out another message.
“Oh and by the way, you don’t have to be famous to take me on a date.” Followed by another text, “I’d have said yes any day.” 

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“I am here because you are here.” - Qui-Gon


I had to make this a short soundbite because I still cannot believe the way Qui-Gon says that line. As a master and teacher and wise sage Jedi, you’d expect him to say it matter-of-factly, with a downward sloping inflection throughout the phrase - maybe a slight emphasis on the first “here” and a pause before that and “because”. But nO. Instead he emphasizes the “you”, emphasizes that he is there specifically for Obi-Wan. And his tone is just so teasing and…sensual even. Listen to it in any other imagined flirty context and it fits perfectly.

Example: Obi-Wan showering when Qui-Gon suddenly walks in naked.

“Qui-Gon? You’ll be late for the meeting - why are you here?”

Qui-Gon chuckled, stepping into the shower behind Obi-Wan and wrapping his arms around his waist with an impish smile. “I am here because you are here.”


Or: Commander Qui-Gon showing up to provide Obi-Wan and the 212th with reinforcements.

They walked towards each other, fond smiles on their faces as they embraced in the middle of camp. “Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan started, “I thought you were stationed halfway across the galaxy. What are you doing all the way out here?”

Qui-Gon chuckled. “I am here because you are here. That’s all the reason I need.”


Or or: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the clones celebrate not dying and get drunk.

Qui-Gon stumbled into Obi-Wan’s tent, smiling drunkenly at the man sitting on the cot. 

“Excuse you, sir,” Obi-Wan slurred, pointing a wobbly finger in Qui-Gon’s general direction, “but I believe your tent is that a-way.” He dramatically waved the same arm somewhere towards his left, swaying dangerously and trying to stifle his giggles. “I -hic- hope no one saw you come in. Clones gossip you know. Go on now, shoo shoo, you have no -hic- reason to be here.”

Obi-Wan was all but laughing at his drunken teasing as Qui-Gon stumbled forward and sat heavily next to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Why my dear Obi-Wan -hic- I am here because yoouuu are here.”

They collapsed into silly giggles on the bed, holding each other tightly and falling asleep with smiles on their faces.


TL;DR: QUI-GON IS A FLIRT AND NEEDS TO STOP

NCT 127 reaction: you being able to speak Chinese

{Requested} 

NCT 127 members reacting to you being able to speak Chinese.

(Requests are open: Make sure you specify which Unit/members you want)

Taeil:

Originally posted by moonlighting94

Taeil would be really amused that you’d be able to speak Chinese. I feel like Taeil would be the member to struggle the most with understanding this language, so he’d be pretty impressed. He’d probably ask you to teach him some phrases as a way to spend more time with you.

Johnny:

Originally posted by cihttaphon

Since Johnny himself speaks some Chinese, he constantly would want to have a conversation in Chinese with you. He’d really enjoy just saying things to you so the other members wouldn’t be able to understand you guys (well except the China line). If you were fluent in Chinese or knew more than him, he’d ask you to help him improve his Chinese speaking skills.

Taeyong:

Originally posted by martina-07

Taeyong would love hearing you speak Chinese because Chinese is a beautiful language and he’d just love hearing a beautiful language being spoken by a beautiful person. Taeyong would be the type to actually make an effort to learn Chinese in order to have small conversations with you. He’d constantly ask you how to say certain phrases like:

“y/n, how do you say ‘you are so pretty’ in Chinese”

You’d blush but you would still tell him because who can resist him tf

Yuta:

Originally posted by y-ta

Yuta would find it really attractive if you could speak various languages, so yeah he’d like it a lot. Like Taeyong, Yuta would probably make an effort to learn phrases so he could speak with you. He’d probably ask Winwin to teach him some flirty phrases so he could flirt with you in Chinese.

Doyoung:

Originally posted by yonges

Doyoung would find it really cute that you speak Chinese because, like Taeil, Doyoung probably finds Chinese to be a hard language. Whenever you and one (or more) of the China line are speaking in Chinese, Doyoung would probably just be sitting there admiring you.

Jaehyun:

Originally posted by mypeachprince

Jaehyun would be a mix of all of them. He’d find it so cute that you speak Chinese, so he’d love listening to you speaking with one of the China line. He would go out of his way to learn phrases so he could speak with you. Like Yuta, he’d probably wanna be able to flirt with you in Chinese. And for some reason, I see him asking you:

“Yah y/n, how do you say ‘I lived in America for four years?’”

(you’d probably face palm and cry)

Winwin:

Originally posted by nctinfo

He’d be really happy that there’s somebody besides one of the China line that he can speak Chinese with. Conversations in Chinese are definitely a common thing. The two of you would probably love how the other members aren’t able to understand you.

Mark:

Originally posted by neotechs

Literally, hearing you speak in Chinese would probably be his favorite thing. He’d listen to you speak with Winwin or even one of the minis while just admiring you. Mark would be the type of guy to ask Renjun and Chenle to help him learn a few phrases to impress you. And he’d probably be good at speaking it because he seems to be good at everything!

Haechan:

Originally posted by nct127

Oh god. Haechan would really love that you speak more than one language. He’d wanna be able to tease you in Chinese so he’d wanna learn phrases. He’s the type to constantly ask you to teach him bad words in Chinese even after you refuse to hundreds of times. He’d probably persuade Winwin or even Renjun or Chenle to teach him.

Im Jaebum // Signals

                

                “Your callous expression hurts me. I’m in a lot of pain”

                        “The days I spent with you, it hurts so much”




                     After that day, I never seen him again.




Saturday

I always spent my weekends with my childhood friend Im Jaebum we grew up together. I can’t see a memory of mine that he wasn’t in, no matter how many times I looked back he was always there, threw out all of it. From when I moved to Seoul to when I got my first boyfriend to heartbreak. From broken promises to happy times. To when I lost my dad in a car crash and felt empty. To our high school graduation. He was there, but I guess the phrase ‘Forever’ didn’t work on us.

Yes, Im Jaebum was in my past but for sure not my future. I never took him seriously when he said ‘I love you’ or said something flirty or acted differently when we’re around other guys. It never hit me he meant those things. I wish I did earlier, I wish I tried loving him back. I wish I wasn’t so oblivious.  So please, please forgive me.




Monday

  Every Monday morning me and Im Jaebum would go get coffee together before we both head to work. He was a CEO he was rich but I wasn’t. He never looked at the difference and neither did I. I wasn’t poor but my finacial wasn’t that great. We both communicated like we had no differences. Everyone thought we would be a great couple, even some said we’d have cute children. I used to blush at those comments and reject it all. But I never seen the disappointment he had on his face whenever I did that. He wanted us to be like that. He wanted us to date, get married, have children. He wanted a future together. And maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, maybe me and him would I have had cute children. I’m sorry for not giving us a chance, I am really sorry.




Wednesday

  Every Wednesday me and Im Jaebum would go eat dinner at this one restaurant. We were regulars there, the owner was a very kind old lady. She thought we were a couple for a long time. She asked us one night  “when are you guys getting married? It’s 5 years you know” I blushed not knowing what to say but Jaebum was fast to react. He said “weren’t not dating grandma” he’s voice was stirn and almost emotionless I was shocked at his change of tone quickly. The whole night was full of a heavy atmosphere I knew something was off but I was again oblivious and didn’t ask. I wish I did.




   After that day Jaebum told me what he wanted to say for a long time, he told me how he felt and how it hurt him. I was shocked and didn’t know how to react. I was ignorant even that night. He was hurting, badly. Because of someone like me not understanding how he felt and of all these signals he always gave. He’s actions and words all become crystal clear to me that moment.

And those words he said that night always came back to me.                          





“Your callous expression hurts me. I’m in a lot of pain”
“The days I spent with you, it hurts so much”

Now I am in pain due to all of my actions.

How can You and I end up like this?

I asked myself every night but you were gone to answer them.



      

                    Again I was oblivious for not reaching out to you.

I feel like, when Sana and Noora talked about Yousef, Noora was trying to give Sana a chance to open up. Showing her feelings. Talking about her crush.
Because the conversation between Noora and Yousef at the party seemed quite genuinely kind and not flirty and they probably somehow talked about Sana and Yousef showed some kind of reaction, which lead Noora to assume that they maybe crushing on each other. So talking to Sana she tried to subtly get her to open up which was interpreted wrong by her friend. The phrasing she used was kinda misleading.
“Wasn’t it nice this weekend?[…] I thought it was really nice [..]- a lot of nice, new people. Such as, or like, that guy Yousef. […] He was quiet charming though […] He seemed quite mature[…]”
This talking about how nice and mature and not how just good looking he is seems thought through and as if she has some kind of tactic. Also her way to emphasise certain words or parts. It all seems quite controlled to me. Noora just wants to be a good friend and help Sana to maybe get a boyfriend but she is misunderstood…

anonymous asked:

My abuela would be so worry about Harry being way to flaco,and she 100% make him a lot of Mexican food,some tamales,a good ass birria,some pozole,bring him some pan dulce,some homemade horchata water,and she is super flirty,while he is eating,she would be telling him so much compliments,"que bonitos ojos,muchacho" "you have such a baby face" "you are really sweet,I hope you take her of her(aka me)"fUCK IM CRYING

I JUST SMILED SO BIG READING THIS AND DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH HARRY WOULD LOVE HER? Like he would charm her so quick and he would love her food. And when you’re both away he’d ask when he could have more of your grandma’s cooking. And he’d learn little phrases and work on his Spanish with her like all the time, and she would be so proud every time he showed up and had improved since the last time.

Treasure Hunt

Happy Birthday @chrissascorner​! I hope you have a wonderful day with family and friends. Love you sweetheart! :) Here’s a little thing I wrote for you.

Initial inspiration for this fic came from this article

Ao3  FF.net

Summary: While tracking a missing yacht, Emma Swan, PI is forced to work with a team she’d never imagine working with in the first place. 

Rated: T

(A huge thanks to my beta, @amagicalship)

Treasure Hunt

“Let me get this straight. You need me to track down a yacht belonging to the mayor of the town you are Sheriff for?” Emma reclined back in the chair, fingers drumming on the surface of the desk as she gave her old partner a smug smile.

David sighed. “I know exactly how this sounds, Emma. But there are reasons why she wants a P.I. handling this and not the local authorities.”

“You’re going to have to give me more than that, Nolan. And you know it.”

“Regina Mills is a powerful woman, but she has a weak spot. Her son Henry has been threatened. And as much as she trusts her former FBI agent now turned into local sheriff, aka me, she also knows the person we are dealing with has connections in all the agencies.”

“Who do you suspect took the yacht?”

Gold.” David paused, giving Emma a moment to digest the information. They both knew about Gold’s involvement in several underhanded activities in the NorthEast area and the possibility of bribed personnel in all the agencies. It was one of the many reasons why taking him down while working for the FBI had been impossible.

Emma cracked her neck, the tension of the busy day getting to her. “Why would he take her yacht?”

“He has history with her mother. And it’s a win-win situation for him. He can use it to conduct his dirty affairs and if it gets caught, it will splatter her reputation.”

“He’s the same sneaky bastard he always was, gotta give him credit for that.” Emma cocked an eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan? Me and Ruby track him down and retrieve the yacht?”

“No. You just track the yacht down. Someone else is in charge of the retrieve. This is a joint effort.” David shifted in his seat uncomfortably and Emma sat up straight in her chair.

“I don’t play well with others, David. You know that.” She raised an eyebrow knowingly at him. He should know by now that she didn’t trust easily.

“Emma, you can’t retrieve a yacht of this magnitude and Regina is not taking any chances with the authorities. She wants this to be fast and she’s willing to cut some corners - within reason - to get there.”

“Who’s going to do the extraction then?”

Jones Marine Risk Management and Vessel Extraction.” David cleared his throat.

“You’re hiring fucking modern pirates?!?”

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After reading some of the LJK’s interviews and watching his behaviour at SBS awards I can say one thing for certain - he’s such a SHR trash just like all of us. He genuinely loves this drama and Wang So. Also, he might be the biggest SoSoo shipper in the world like even we can’t compete with him.

What a talented dork with relatable SHR obsession. Just like have you seen how he sang along to For You or all these “I just came back from Goryeo” phrases?

Ah, I love that.

Grocery Store

“I’m bored,” Eth suddenly exclaimed, breaking the silence that filled the house.

“You’re always bored,” Ty replied sounding like a smart ass.

“I am not. I’m just bored right now,” Eth defended himself.

“You’re just bored because Mark’s not around to entertain you. But it’s his anniversary, of course he’s gunna be out with Amy,” Ty explained, earning a pouty look from the other boy. Ty sighed and closed his laptop, giving up on his work for the night. “Fine, what do you want to do?” he asked Eth.

“I don’t know, but I’m hungry,” Eth confessed. “Let’s go get food.”

“How about we make food here. It’ll help you stay entertained for a while,” Ty offered instead, to which Ethan enthusiastically agreed. They both got up and went into the kitchen while debating on what to make. However when they got to the kitchen, they realized they didn’t have much to work with. Any substantial meal was going to require a trip to the grocery store.

“Okay, I’ll go to the store, you can stay here,” Ty said.

“But Tyyyyyy,” Ethan drag out the name, “I’m going to get bored,” Eth complained, sounding much younger than the 20 year old he really was. Ty just shook his head tiredly and made Ethan promise to not cause trouble before they both headed out. Ty drove while Eth sat in the passenger seat singing along to the radio for the short time it took them to arrive. As they headed inside, Ty stopped to grab a cart from the line of carts right outside the store. As soon as he grabbed one and before he could even protest, Ethan climbed into the main basket. He sat on the far side, facing Ty who was staring at him with a look that could only be interpreted as ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ Eth just smiled up at the taller man, but refused to get out of the cart. Ty rolled his eyes with a sigh and just let Ethan stay where he was while he went around the store to get everything they needed to cook dinner.

Towards the end of their shopping trip, the cart was getting a bit full, so Ty finally told Eth he would need to get out. After some pouting, Eth finally agreed and climbed out of the shopping cart, and stood next to it looking sad instead. Ty walked a few feet away to find some nice strawberries for dessert, leaving Ethan at the cart. As he tried to find the best looking package, he didn’t notice somebody walk up to Ethan and start a conversation.

“Eth? Is that you?” the guy asked, recognizing him. Ethan turned to look, assuming it was a fan or something, but was extremely shocked to find his ex-boyfriend standing in front of him. It took him a few seconds to process who it was and whether he should be upset, angry or happy to see him. His mind finally settled on upset and slightly angry.

“It’s Ethan. Hi Damien,” he said harshly. He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of using his nickname. It was a small and petty thing to do, but he could see the short look of surprise on the man’s face.

“Sorry,“ the man replied not sounding fazed by Eth’s rather rude answer. “So how have you been It’s been a while. You look really good,” the man said with a slightly flirty tone. Eth couldn’t believe he would actually try to flirt with him after how things ended. Long story short, they had been dating for a year and a half when Eth found out Damien has been cheating on him for months. Eth was devastated when he found out and took quite a while to cope. He hadn’t dated anyone since Damien, and had just recently felt like he was truly over him.

“I’ve been good,” Eth tried to sound harsh, but was starting to feel more upset than angry at this point. Seeing Damien was bringing back memories of a very harsh time in his life; memories he would certainly rather not recall. He glanced at Ty, wishing for him to notice what was happening, but he was too busy looking at some stupid strawberries.

“That’s good. I didn’t know you were in L.A. Are you just here visiting?” the man asked. Eth wanted to yell at him because obviously he wouldn’t know he was in L.A., they hadn’t spoken to each other for two years. However, he felt intimidated by Damien, and felt like he should just be polite to avoid confrontation.

“Uh, no I moved here recently,” he replied, trying to be as vague as possible, hoping Damien would notice how uncomfortable he was and just leave.

“Oh wow. I moved here about a year ago. I didn’t realize we were so close to each other or I would have tried to talk to you sooner,” Damien said, still sounding too flirty for Eth’s preference. Eth just muttered a mild ‘yeah’ before Damien continued. “Let’s go get dinner sometime. Give me your number.” He phrased the offer as more of a demand, which made Eth feel like he couldn’t refuse. Eth really was always intimidated by Damien, but he thought he would have grown out of it by now, but obviously not.

Finally deciding on a package of strawberries, Ty turned around to walk back to the cart when he saw Ethan talking to some guy. Upon first glance he assumed it was an old friend, but within moments Ty could tell something was wrong. Eth has lost his child-like enthusiasm and was now almost cowering in this guy’s presence. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes were focused on the floor below him. Ty could tell Eth did not want to be around this person at all. He walked over to them, putting on a stone-face.

“Hey, Eth, who’s this?” Ty asked. He could tell Eth felt a bit more comfortable now that Ty was there. Eth almost wanted to giggle at the fact that Ty had used the nickname that Eth had told Damien to not use just moments before. He stood up a bit straighter and was about to talk when the guy interrupted him.

“I’m Damien, an old friend of Eth’s here,” Damien said with a smile. Both Eth and Ty could tell he was trying to be polite, but also assert some dominance. He knew he already had Eth intimidated, and he wanted to do the same to Ty. “Who’s this?” he asked Ethan.

Before Ty could even open his mouth to respond, Eth had started talking. “Damien, this is Tyler, my boyfriend,” he heard Eth say before feeling him hug him from the side. Eth’s arms slid easily around Ty’s waist, while Ty instinctively put his arm around Eth’s shoulders. Ty had no idea why Eth would need to pretend Ty was his boyfriend, but he definitely wasn’t about to ask now. He figured this guy was bad news, and this assumption was proved right when the guy’s polite smile instantly turned into a scowl when Eth mentioned having a boyfriend. “And I told you, it’s Ethan,” he said harshly again, feeling way more confident with Ty there to support him. They fell out of their hug and Ty quickly grabbed Eth’s hand and held it, as if proving a point to the guy. Damien finally seemed to relent when he saw this.

“Alright, well I’ll see you around Ethan,” he said, all politeness and flirtiness gone from his voice. He turned and walked away and Eth finally relaxed. He tried to find a place to start explaining everything to Ty, but was cut off.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain if you don’t want to,” Ty said, seeming like he read Eth’s thoughts. Eth just smiled and gave him a big hug, happy to have a friend who was so supportive and understanding. When they broke the hug, Ty got a small smile on his face and looked down at Ethan. “So I’m your boyfriend, huh?” he said with a sly grin.

“Oh shut up, I just needed him off my case,” Eth said, embarrassed and slightly blushing.

“Don’t worry about it, anytime,” Ty said with a small smile before leaning down and kissing Ethan on the cheek.

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Sorry if it ended abruptly, I really couldn’t figure out how to end this one haha. Hope you liked it!

5am

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Title: 5am

Pairing: Kim Jongdae/Reader

Summary: Insomnia made her realize that having someone you love by your side is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.

Breaths, often lingering with words that never really escaped one’s mouth as they go out in the form of just mere…nothingness; carefully, slowly, rapidly, everything was based on breathing. How incredibly unbelievable it was that people had to breathe to live, but it was never something that people paid much attention to unless they had issues with it; we live because of nothingness, a mixture of chemicals that we never really see and most likely, we will never see it. Humans try to say that they are the most intelligent creatures but how could they when they depended on…just mere air, nothingness, a chemical?

The human body was magical and she even wonders if it’s more magical than she thought because her lack of sleep was making her over think more than she’d like to admit.

It wasn’t raining and in some way, she thought it was, since it was one of those nights where shivers run down your spine and you feel sick, not that much, but enough to bother you. Her eyes flutter open after trying to fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, having woken up around the same time even when she had fallen asleep at her normal schedule. Perhaps, she wasn’t just prepared enough to sleep that whole night. However, a comforting feeling enters her soul when she feels a pair of skinny legs tangled with hers, the skin soft under her toes when she runs her foot up his leg to rest it in a more comfortable position. When she opens her eyes, she notices how warm Jongdae was and even when she’d like to say that it was cliché and farfetched, she thought that if rain was going to appear later that night, then she wasn’t worried. Jongdae was warm, almost all the time, both physically and mentally. His words, his voice, his manners, his kisses, his hugs, he was never one to bring that feeling of blueness to her life.

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the signs based on people I know
  • Aries: Aries' are great people to have as company. They're always on the move and looking for something to do. Loud. Very rash and sometimes makes decisions too quickly. They have a tendency to start arguments they don't intend to finish. Super dry and sarcastic sense of humor.
  • Taurus: Amazing friends. Great at listening to your struggles and giving their own opinion. Very independent. They have a mind for themselves and seem to know what they want. It's easy to get along with them. Easy to appreciate their sense of humor.
  • Gemini: Incredibly loving behind their "don't talk to me" demeanor. Gemini's make great companions when you're looking to just forget about your problems. It takes a while for them to open up, but when they do its like a flood of emotions. Super hilarious, will make you piss your pants with laughter.
  • Cancer: Always so attractive. They know how to make you feel calm and secure. Being with them is so incredibly easy. They have a very mature side that would surprise a lot of people. Scary when angry. Not very sentimental people, but they will make you feel loved and wanted.
  • Leo: Leo's are very protective. They are good at keeping a situation at bay and always appearing calm. They will kill you. Whether it's with their humor, looks, or rage depends. They're so so witty, always having a come back. Also charming, could charm anyone to bed. Incredibly intuitive.
  • Virgo: Dry, dry, dry sense of humor. Always know when something's wrong. Great people to vent to. They know how to handle any situation and always have a plan. They're always so reassuring. Hard workers to the core, will make you very proud to know them. Sometimes gets in over their head.
  • Libra: Quiet. They know how to have fun without being too crazy. Amazingly smart, in a strange way. Weary people. They need reassurance a lot of the times. Great at cheering people up. Very romantic and know how to treat someone right. Will protect themselves first.
  • Scorpio: Someone to trust with your life. Very reliable and always ready to catch you if you fall. So so adorable. They know to light up a room with just one smile. Big, loud booming laughs. They'll make your heart clench with just one giggle. Always someone to turn to if you're having a bad day. So down to earth. Can get moody at times.
  • Sagittarius: Flirty. You'll never know if they're flirting with you or just being nice. Incredibly attractive. Blend in with people very well. They pick up phrases from others very easily. Have new interests every single week. Moves at a fast pace. Always ready for what's to come. One step ahead of everyone. (This could be terrifying at times)
  • Capricorn: Intelligent people. They're also hilarious. Very witty and cheeky. Curious about the world. Wide-eyed. Comes off as cold but is actually a marshmallow below the harshness. Have many skills. Get addicted to things easily. They memorize things so quickly. Great at giving advice, horrible at taking it. Hate criticism(no matter what the say).
  • Aquarius: Always looking for adventure. They don't stick too one person for too long, always in motion. Bad sleepers. They overthink way too much. Smart, in every way. They know how to manipulate a situation in their favor. Usually get what they want. They're in their own little world.
  • Pisces: Little tiny angels the world has gifted us with. They know how to keep you grounded. Amazing friends. Very loyal and trustworthy. Have super cool talents. They learn small things about people that mean the most. Great at remembering things. Super sentimental. Will always put others first.

anonymous asked:

Rilaya's first kiss headcanons?

I don’t really think about this…like, at all. So these aren’t really headcanons, more like tiny fics. (and that’s why answering this ask took so long lol sorry sorry)

Cliche No. 1: The “they told us to kiss but obviously I liked it!” scenario

  • Maya sneaks into a college party (again) to see Josh. But this time Josh is happy to see her and, because he’s snuck a few drinks, he’s stupid and tells his friends she’s “pretty much” 18. but he knows he can never claim her as his love interest and doesn’t. That hurts Maya but she’s happy to be fitting in with his friends. Riley hangs in the background, reading and texting Lucas while Maya plays pool with Josh’s friends, drinks a beer and dances to Future. Then it’s Quiet Hours in the dorm when the music is turn down to a hum and one of the girls at this party call on Riley and Maya, like, “Hey, new girls! We’re playing a game!” and Maya begs–BEGS–Riley to play because (she thinks) it’s the last thing she needs to do before Josh will claim her. Riley puts down To Kill A Mockingbird and agrees. Only Ring Power keeps her from bailing when she finds out the game Did Or Dare. Riley is asked if she’s ever kissed a girl and now she knows everybody at this party knows she and Maya are 15 because nobody else got such a boring question. Riley, physically unable to lie, says no, she hasn’t kissed a girl. So they make her kiss Maya. And sparks fly all over the place but Riley & Maya think that’s how a first kiss with anyone is supposed to feel. They’re supposed to blush head to toe. And they’re supposed to lock pinkies after. It’s just common courtesy lol. On the subway ride home, they fall into a peaceful silence, only preconsciously aware everything had just fallen into place.

Cliche No. 2: The “I didn’t to mean to kiss you…now what?” scenario

  • It’s two weeks past Riley’s 15th birthday and she’s gotten a present from everyone but Maya. She knows Maya works part-time at Demolition (Audrey put in a good word) and she doesn’t make much money but not getting a present at all…that was unlike Maya. Usually Maya would just pull something out of her own closet and throw it in a bag, just to have something to give. Christmas is fast approaching and Riley has decided to give Maya her best silent treatment. Turns out Riley’s gotten damn good at silent treatment and it drives Maya crazy! She knows why Riley is mad at her but she can’t do anything about it. For 3 days Lucas, Farkle, Smackle and Zay are communicating messages between them. Until the last day of the school before Holiday break. Maya’s present has FINALLY come in the mail. Maya can’t wait any longer and runs to Riley at the end of the school day. She’s at her locker with Lucas. “Riley, happy birthday!” she screams and shoves the box in Riley’s face. “Now you remember?” - Riley says this super cold. “Just…please…Open it.” Maya says back, kinda desperate. So Riley opens the box and finds two tickets to that Thing she’s always loved (use your imagination), happening New Year’s Eve. Riley can’t help but jump up and down immediately when she reads the tickets. She shrieks excitedly: “Oh Maya! Maya, oh my gosh!” and then grabs the girl’s face and smushes their lips together. Maya’s body freezes up immediately–probably because Riley is super tall and literally picked her up off the ground for the lip-smushing. Maya almost kicks Riley in the shin…when her senses come back. But by then she’s on her way back down and the kissing is over. Lucas stands completely shocked and now so does Maya. It’s awkward. So she wipes her mouth off with her right hand and then wipes her hand on Lucas cheek…where the kiss “belongs”.

the scenario no one ever uses: “The Post-Date Kiss” scenario

  • Riley and Maya are a couple and have been for almost two months now. Unsurprisingly, nothing really changed. They just hold hands more often, and Maya is able to kick her feet up on Riley’s lap when they sit at the bay window–oh, and Cory starts kicking Maya out a lot more! but he did that anyways on school nights. Riley and Maya sit at opposites sides of the dinner table now because they wanna look into each other eyes more without straining their necks. Maya smiles about 60x more, too. Everyone can see it. But other than that…everything is the same. They go to the same places, eat the same food, talk the same topics, even on their dates. Well, there’s only been 4 real dates (read: them ALONE) but they were so…normal. Riley and Maya like this. Gone are the days of feeling awkward with Lucas and Zay and Charlie. This feels perfectly right. For their third date, Maya decides to take Riley to Topanga’s and eat on the patio in the evening time. They dress up just a little and when their phony reservation time is approaching, they see a couple get up from the table they want. The man and woman grab their take-home containers and dive into a long kiss goodbye. Riley and Maya think they see tongue and blush. After a long minute Maya loudly clears her throat and the couple scatters. The girls date starts there and it goes well. They talk, they laugh, the usual things, but this time there is a shift in Riley. For the first time, she doesn’t miss their friends. She doesn’t feel the absence of Lucas’ scoffing when Maya talks about Chemistry class or the absence of Farkle and Smackle’s grammar corrections when she accidently says “For why?”. She doesn’t even miss Zay, someone she’s really grown to love. Of course she feels a little guilty when she realizes she doesn’t miss them, but then Maya calls her eyes off the menu and they meet Maya’s it is SUCH a good feeling she feels half-fantastical. That kinda blue doesn’t exist anywhere else. Riley almost falls off the chair because she’s subconsciously leaning so forward to look at her girlfriend some more. She knocks her glass with her elbow and a half of it spills. And Maya knows she’s acting extra clumsy, which was odd because they’ve been dating a while now. Maya knows she herself is acting extra weird, batting her eyelashes every time Riley struggled with the salad fork–like, didn’t she used to say “You’re so cute” with her words? Walking home at the end of the night, they brush arms and elbows and feet so often they may become one person. Purposely bumping each other was never a game they played. Riley passes her curfew so they decide to go in through the fire escape. They hold pinkies on the way up. Riley climbs through her bay window and thanks Maya for a wonderful night. And it’s not just a phrase this time, though Riley does not quite understanding what she feels. “What do you mean by that?” Maya asks, peeking her head through the window from outside. She sounds kinda flirty. Riley blushes, “I mean………. I don’t know. Do you know because I don’t know.” “Well, I think, for me,” Maya puts her arms on the window ledge to get comfortable. “I think I love you. And you really love me.” Half teasing. Riley becomes stressed, whispers, “Yes, we know that,” and plops down at the bay window. “No, Riley. I think…we, like…ugh, look at me.” Riley does. And even in the dark she can make out Maya’s whole face and smile at it. The joy is so intense Riley almost starts crying. She sniffles. Maya lets out a laugh. “Oh brother! Just kiss me already!” And she does.

anonymous asked:

this isn't gonna make any sense but I feel like Liam's actions speak louder than "his" words like I know he's he's insisted on twitter that he's 100% not gay and that he's only attracted to women but the way he ACTS with other men makes me think that he is attracted to men. IDK what do you think?? Sorry I really hope this doesn't seem offensive to anyone

hello love bug. i guess i like to phrase it as: upon the preponderance of his interpersonal interactions it appears liam has a romantic and sexual preference for men. but yeah. that’s probably the thesis of my blog. well, either that or LIAM IS SO CUTE LOOK AT MY BUBSY WUBSY!!! but…i digress… roll the tape:

liam casually flirting with various men pool-side? check

liam basically hitting on a man in the crowd of a concert? yup

liam being a flirty flirt with a male interviewer, later dropping his pants for his amusement when he thinks he’s off camera. mmmmhmmmm

making grabby hands with the various men in his life? okay

furthermore, i speculate that the words he uses both on twitter, interviews and concerts contain ambiguity and and subtle (heh sometimes a lil more blatant) indications that he means the opposite of his 100%-not-gay homophbic dude bro persona.

oh, you may not be gay and you’re in love with a man. ok leems ok.

faving a tweet from a dude asking you for nudes? that doesn’t seem homophobic to me, nor does it look like the handiwork of a 1dhq SMM.

did ryan just accidentally soft out you and then make a quick recovery? and you just kinda giggle about it? alrighty leems alrighty.

that’s who you wanna kiss leeyyumm? and are those the shifty cheeky eyes you’re gonna make after you say it? hmmmmm

so you just admitted in an interview that you have a crush on a man, and when the interviewer assumed you didn’t mean it in a sexual way you called her out for her heteronormative assumptions? i see you bubs i see you.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for the Matsus asking their s/o who can speak English to teach them some cute phrases/flirty phrases in English?

Yeah!


Oso: He just wants to know dirty phrases that work on you so he could seduce you.

Please don‘t teach him English.

Kara: This guy probably already knows some English phrases but he’d want to know very corny things, like “May I compare thee to a summers day?”

Choro: He’d much rather have you teach him the entire language instead of learning cute phrases because he’d rather come up with something nice to say on his own than have you teach it to him.

Ichi: He’d want to know how he could compare you to a kitten. That’s it. All cat related compliments.

Jyushi: He knows some English phrases…but they’re mostly baseball related so he’d want to know how he could call you pretty and cute stuff like that.

Todo: This little shit would want to know everything about flirting be it from decent pickup lines to cute things he could whisper in your ear.

Let’s Set The World on Fire(We Can Burn Brighter Than The Sun)

I know the song was around for over a year or two, but I heard an acoustic version and couldn’t let this though die. So it’s a college AU one-shot inspired by “We Are Young” by Fun. (Roughly 2K words and even more roughly edited).

It’s a typical Saturday night for the ‘newly’ single Killian Jones, if you can still say ‘newly’ after a few months(seventy-nine days if we’re counting, but who ever is), and his friends just snuck off to the bathroom with their own party favors while he’s talking up some 'trollop’ as Liam would say.

I sent you to school to get an education Killian, not a series of notches in your belt.

She’s flirty, sprite-like but no matter how much he fingers her blonde waves, they’ll never turn to gold quite like hers.

And alas, at the exact moment the thought flashes through his mind, silky gold flashes through his peripheral. He turns abruptly, letting the lackluster blonde tendril fall from his hands as his jaw falls open.

Swan.

She’s sitting just across the bar, alone, a drink in her hand almost too quickly. She’s barely slid off her coat.

She’s a beautiful disaster, with tired eyes and a slouch in her shoulders and he did that to her. He let her down. Let her shoulders fall and her smile fade and that’s when it claims him; this miraculous thought that may or may not be alcohol induced.

Change that, even if just for tonight. Dammit Jones bring back the light in her eyes even if just for tonight.

So he strolls across the bar without a word to his companion.

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A Matter Of Trust: Suicidal Tendencies Arrow 3x17 Review

Yeah. That’s right Marc. I’m stealing your Billy Joel song title spoiler for my review title. I have no shame. Deal with it. I am pleased to say my analysis of Marc’s spoiler for this episode was pretty dead on.

I AM SO HAPPY.

I think I may be alone in that sentiment, but I don’t care. Listen up my wonderful fandom family. I am a Whedon girl. Born and raised in the fires of shipper hell. Whedonites love us some PAIN and this episode was chalk full of all that goodness. I’m talking BANGEL level goodness. We aren’t at sword in chest level thank god, but I’m thinking good old fashioned sewer talk was about where Arrow tapped out tonight. Love me some sewer talk. The key to Whedon writing is understanding what is underneath the pain…TRUTH. It’s really important to understand that because the Arrow writers’ alma mater is Whedon University. The college of Fuck You Over But Make You Love It. That’s their slogan. I promise. There are pamphlets and everything.

I want you to remember one very important key phrase. Baby Steps. Let’s dig in…

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