the reason why there are so many awkward cropping is because

anonymous asked:

I noticed you mentioned that you're invested in Klance because it has the best opportunity to be steered towards canon. But what are the thoughts on Kallura? That has some better development in terms of character growth and developing a bond between. So could that necessarily be canon?

Warning! If you really like Kallura, you may not want to read what I’m about to say. I don’t have an actual problem with the ship itself, and I would never dream of hating on anyone who ships it, but I’ve been asked a question and I will answer it honestly. 

If I’m answering this objectively, I see far less development in Kallura than Klance. Klance fights, yes, but they have history and emotional involvement. Kallura has a bit of that, but it happened very suddenly and then was resolved very quickly. If a romance was to be formed between Keith and Allura, their conflict should have been stretched out to cause drama (like the continuing Klance conflict), but they resolved their differences very neatly (too neatly, in my opinion). Which tells me that Kallura was not the main aim, not romantically. The Keith-is-Galra conflict seemed like an excuse to develop Keith and Allura’s relationship in general (as well as Allura’s character, mainly), but it wasn’t a romantic lead-in, not with how it was structured. Also, it was… fairly awkward all around. And when Allura was captured that one time, Keith was actively, like, “let’s maybe not rescue her.” Like, even if they have a working friendship because of their situation, they don’t have much chemistry. A romance between them would seem forced, at least as it stands now. 

Now, my views on Kallura personally (which are a bit more bitter and ranty, so get ready).  

Kallura actively makes me uncomfortable, if I’m being totally honest. It doesn’t have anything to do with the characters themselves, really, but the implications behind the ship. Keith is the hotheaded hero and Allura is the princess. While she is perfectly capable of handling herself, this relationship is so entirely reductive and overdone that the thought of seeing something as diverse and interesting as Voltron plagued by such a relationship actually makes me upset. It’s so stereotypical–especially if Keith becomes leader (which I also hope doesn’t happen). It’s part of the reason why Shallura seems so plausible–because it’s the same potential “leader character falls for princess, etc, etc, etc.” Like, I don’t mind Shallura because it seemed like an obvious option from the beginning due to this same/similar trope (which meant I accepted it from the beginning), but, like I’ve said before, I won’t be butthurt if it doesn’t happen–I’m not emotionally invested because it’s so predictable. And I view Kallura the same way, because–to be frank–if the writers are going the way of Kallura, they’re probably going the way of Keith being the leader too and that’s a story that’s been told so many times before. Kallura is a romance that’s been played out over and over and over and over again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bad boy and the princess. To the point where it nauseates me thinking about it. 

It’s not a matter of developement between them–I hope they do develop a better relationship–but as is, development could justify any romantic relationship in the show because every relationship between all the characters are so underdeveloped. But Kallura is the easy way because it’s a story that’s been told time and time again. Keith is the bad boy with the sketchy genes that make him somehow inferior, while Allura is the pure, morally correct princess type that initially disapproves of him. 

I do not want to see this romance again. Honestly, if it goes the way of Kallura, I’ll likely stop watching. I’ve seen it too many times. And I think it would be a royal waste of the potential this story has. They have such a diverse cast and such dynamic characters. I want to see something new and fresh. Yes, I am invested in Klance because I want to see these boys who hate one another become friends and realize they have feelings for one another, because it’s a story we see in fic, but that is never followed through within mainstream media. Kallura does nothing progressive and, in my opinion, is more hurtful to a narrative that is trying to bring in diversity than it is helpful. Keith and Lance have chemistry–be it antagonistic or not–and I want to see that followed through on for once. I don’t want to suffer the same disappointment I did in, say, the new Star Trek movies where the perfect relationship–Kirk and Spock–was set aside for some heteronormative trash that hurt both the characters involved (mostly Uhura). It is canon–as said by the original creator–that Kirk and Spock share a relationship strong enough to be physical, if that was the “style” of the time, yet that chemistry and potential was completely ignored. 

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of these heteronormative relationships with no chemistry cropping up into spaces that are perfectly viable for other relationships. I’m tired of writers being unable to see the potential because of some stupid societal expectation that everything needs to be cis and straight. 

I don’t care if Kallura was a thing in the original show or not, VLD is new and totally different and like they took a chance in making Pidge a girl/struggling with her gender identity, I want to see that trend continue. I want to see this diverse cast become even more diverse. I want it to be a thing that the lions chose these different, faulted people and that all of them represent different ideas and they can still be heroes and role models

If Keith does become leader, can you imagine how progressive him being gay would be? A gay, none-white leader and main character? Like, yes please!

The narrative doesn’t have room for Kallura without overshadowing other potential LGBT romances. So I don’t want it. I don’t want to watch another show fall into a boring, been there, done that love story when I could get a love story–albeit in the background–that is something progressive and fresh, at least to mainstream media.  

Kallura would ruin the show for me in so, so many ways and the idea of it happening literally pains me. I’d rather have no canon relationships than Kallura. 

And if you ship it, that’s fine. I’m happy you can enjoy it. But I really, really can’t no matter how I try. I’ve been trying to love every ship in Voltron, but I just… can’t with this one. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P. 5

Warning: swearing, smut (for real this time), and it’s pretty long

Word count: 2524

A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry for being gone for 500 years. Writers block that’s my excuse but yeah. So this story just keeps getting added to as I go on, so yeah not really a Pan fic yet, but it will be. I just want to tease him a bit first.

Part 4:


He stays with his face so close to mine and I can’t help but look into his eyes, his stare is to intense to look away from. “And I will get you.” He finally says and I push him away from me. “You’re a feisty one aren’t you.” He says with a smirk as he stumbled back. “You’ll be staying here until I set up a tent for you. It should be done by tomorrow night.” He says making his way to the bed and sitting down, he glances up at me then pats the spot on the opposite side. “Come here.” He orders and I carefully make my way over but don’t sit down and cross my arms. “I don’t bite love, unless you’re into that” he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes but sit down with my back facing him. I feel him move but I don’t turn to face him then I feel a warm hand run up my back and twirl a piece of my hair around his finger. I keep my arms folded over my chest and try not to allow him to have an effect on me. “Lay with me love. I promise no funny business.” He says, I take a deep breath and turn to find him on his back giving me a lazy smile with his eyes hooded. This simple sight makes me forget about my dislike for him and my heart melts when I lay next to him and feel his body warmth instantly take me over. I close my eyes and I feel his fingers brushing hair behind my ear, soothing me. “Have a restful sleep love.” He whispers with his lips pressed to the top of my head and it’s the last thing I hear before I slip under.

I jolt awake the next morning and find myself in an unfamiliar room. I look around and it takes me a moment to remember that I’m in Pan’s treehouse. “Morning.” He says and I look up to find him in a chair facing the bed. “Your place looks different in the light.” I say looking around and admiring the beauty of it. “You like it?” He questions and stands walking towards the bed. I nod and he sits next to me as I sit up, “I’m sorry if I frightened you last night.” He says and looks down. I look up at him but he keeps his eyes from mine, “I’m not exactly sure why I… came on as strong as I did. I guess living for an eternity with only guys… I don’t know… I got kind of carried away. A girl is better than twenty boys after all. And you deserve to be treated with respect, I’ll make sure of that.” He says and finally meets my gaze. After a moment I open my mouth to say something but he shakes his head and gets up walking to the door, “Get up and ready, if you are to stay here you must be properly introduced. You start target practice today.” He says and walks out the door. “Wait!” I call out jumping from bed and running to the door. I run out the door and skid to a stop almost falling to the forest floor. I look down and see Pan already jogging to the camp. I jump from the tree and run after him, when I catch up I pull him back by his shoulder. “Why are you letting me stay? I’m the reason most of your troops are dying.” I say slightly out of breath and worry clear in my voice. “You’re clearly strong, and as you said many of my boys are dying. I need someone who can help protect them while they recover.” He says and starts again towards the camp. I stare after him then shake my head and catch up with him. “Then once they recover you’re going to kill me?” I ask raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffs and I make a face at him. “As long as you can prove loyalty I’ll let you live here forever.” He says. “Who says I want to live here?” I ask stopping right at the edge of the camp and he looks at me from the corner of his eye. “Well I’m sure you’ll learn to love it, this island has its perks.” He says with a wink and greets the boys.

I think this over in my head for a second, live here forever, I couldn’t possibly. But then I look up and find Felix seated at the table smirking at me. I look at my feet, biting my lip and blush, slightly embarrassed of my actions last night. When I look up again his smirk turns into a full blown grin and I can’t help but smile. I walk towards the table, receiving a few stares, with as much confidence as I have and sit next to Felix. At first there is an awkward silence between us as everyone else laughs and jokes until we look at each other. “Sorry.” I blurt out and he chuckles, “about last night I just wanted to get out of that cage it really was boring. I understand if you feel weird around me, I was just hoping we could get past it.” I say as he bites his lip, holding back a smile. “No need to be sorry. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” He said hitting his shoulder against mine. “So we’re…good?” I ask. “Better than good.” He says then leans in, his lips pressed against my ear. “Meet me by the lake about a mile outside the camp after breakfast.” He whispers sending shivers through my body. I look at him and smile then look across the table to find Pan glaring at us but he turns away quickly when he realizes I’ve noticed. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion but don’t get much time to think it over before Felix wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I smile up at him when Pan stands abruptly from his seat catching everyone’s attention. “Boys I’d like to introduce a new member to our little group!” He announces and looks over at me. Everyone looks over and I slouch down behind Felix. “Her name is Mariana and she is going to help protect the others while they recover! There will be no funny business with her! She is not here to take care of your personal needs, but to provide protection!” He shouts and I feel Felix tense up next to me. “If I find out any of you have been even thinking about our little lost girl, you’ll have me to deal with! Do I make myself clear?!” He asks and everyone immediately take their eyes away from me, and Pan sits again smirking. I frown and Felix pulls his arm away from me, I look up at him and he looks over at Pan. When he sees that Pan is no longer looking at us he leans close to my face and whispers, “Looks like we’re going to have to break a few rules.” He smiles and I bite my lip letting out a small laugh. “So the lake is still the plan?” I ask and he nods. “Oh yeah it’s one of my favorite places on this whole island. I definitely what you to see it.”

“Alright boys let’s head out!” Pan says after handing me a bow for target practice. I start to walk with the rest of the group but am soon pulled by the arm in the opposite direction. “Trying to skip out on our plans?” Felix asks as he moves to lace his fingers with mine. He pulls me through the camp and I set my bow and arrows on the table. “The water probably feels great it’s been warmer recently.” He says and I stop walking. “Wait we’re going swimming? Mind if we stop at Pan’s treehouse for a second?” I ask and he shrugs. When we get there I climb up quickly as he waits for me. I run to the other side of the room and frantically dig through my bag to find my bra. I pull my tank top from my corset and struggle to loosen the ties in the back. When I finally get them undone I throw on my bra and top and run back outside. I jump down to the forest floor and that’s when I remember that my tank top is cropped because I ripped it. “Damn it.” I say looking down at my self and hearing Felix chuckle. “Not a bad outfit. You have a nice body.” He says his eyes raking up and down my body making me self-consciously wrap my arms around my exposed stomach. He shook his head at me and reached for my hand again leading me to the lake.

Once we reached the lake I was sweating from the walking and hot sun beating down, I could feel my hair stinking to the back of my neck. I looked at my wrist and found a hair tie, thank goodness, I thought tying my hair up into a high ponytail. “Well here we are.” Felix said reaching up and pulling his shirt over his head. I couldn’t help but stare at his long lean body, he then reached down zipping open his pants and bending over to pull them down. I watched in awe as his back muscles moved while he folded his clothes and put them on a rock. He walked back a bit then ran, jumping into the lake. He resurfaced with a shout of relief, “Whoo! I haven’t been here in so long. Come on it feels nice!” He shouts up to me and I just look down at him shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I shouted back zipping open my jeans and pulling them down I then reached up and pulled my top over my head. I folded my clothes and set them next to his on the rock and followed his example of backing up to get a running start. I can do this it’s just water it’s not that bad, I thought with closed eyes. When I opened them I felt my feet carry me to the edge of the lake and my body fly over, down into the water. I was engulfed by the refreshing water and soon resurfaced to find Felix floating on his back. I follow his example and push my arms through the water so I move next to him. We laying quietly and peacefully and I close my eyes allowing my mind to clear, forgetting about how bad this whole situation is.

Just as I am fully relaxed I feel hands under my back and I’m soon back under water with no warning. I quickly swim back up to the surface taking in a gasp of breath before charging towards Felix. I use all my strength to try and push his head under water but he doesn’t budge, and only laughs and I laugh too while struggling. He grabs hold of both my hands in one of his, then pulls me through the water bringing me face to face with him. We stare at each other for a moment just enjoying being in each other’s presence, when he leans in slowly and connects our lips. I immediately kiss back and I feel him gently place his hands on my hips. The kiss is soft as if he’s afraid we’ll get caught, so I push my fingers through his hair trying to relax him. He moans against my mouth and I feel his grip on my hips tighten, he deepens the kiss and his fingers are digging into my hip bone. I let out a low groan as he moves his lips from mine and attach them to the base of my neck. I wrap my legs around his and feel his hands move to my thighs pulling them up to his waist. Without thinking about it my hips start to grind against him while he leaves sloppy kisses up and down my neck. My fingers tangle deeper into his hair and he moans then connects our lips once again.

“Felix.” I moan against his mouth causing him to wrap his arms around and under my thighs supporting my butt. He carries us out of the water and lays me on my back in the grass. He spreads my legs with his knee and lays between them holding his body weight with his elbows on either side of my head. He connects our lips again and grinds down on me and I can feel him against my pantie covered core. He pulls away breathing heavy and looks me in the eyes. “Are we going to do this?” He asks and I look up at him also panting. “Why not” I say and he smirk pulling off my underwear in one swift motion. He crawls down and I feel his hot breath on my exposed skin. He looks up at me one more time before pressing his warm tongue flat against my center. My hands instantly went to his hair and he moans causing a pleasant vibration against me as he licks a quick swipe. My back arches off of the ground and his lips attach to my clit sucking softly. Pleasure washes over my entire body and my head is swimming in pure bliss. Then he stopes all movement and pulls away from me quickly, before I can protest I hear footsteps approaching and I get up frustrated and reach for my clothes. I managed to get my jeans on when Pan emerges from the trees. When his eyes fall on us and our state his jaw tightens and he glares at Felix. “Back to the camp.” he growls through clenched teeth. Felix and I exchange a quick glance before walking towards the woods with our heads low. “Not you.” Pan says wrapping his hand around my arm, his fingers slightly digging into my skin but I don’t protest. Felix looks back at me with worry before Pan shoots him a death stare.

“My rules were very clear. I forbid you to befriend any of the other lost boys.” He commands in a stern voice. “What!?” I shout yanking my arm from his grasp. “And! You are not to converse with Felix unless otherwise told by me. You are to train with me, eat every meal with me, you will not leave my side. You will be staying in my tree house and will sleep in my bed.” He says taking hold of both of my arms and pulling me close to him. “Is that understood?” He says his breath fanning over my face his piercing green eyes staring into mine. “Yes Pan.” I say my voice shaking. He let’s go of one of my arms and drags me back to the camp by the other, “It’s Peter to you.”

Sweet Creature

Originally posted by jiminthebun

Chapter One:I like you

author: Admin Jazzi

word count: 2.3k

warning: implied smut; fluff

 She  stood out to Youngjae in the little piano shop he met her in. It wasn’t just your beauty. It wasn’t that she made much noise. It wasn’t even that she was foreign with dark skin that reminded him of Calla Lillies; but he found himself staring at her fingers as they gracefully played a tune on the baby grand piano that was positioned in the corner of the store. Watching her hands move was soothing, and the music was so sweet. For a moment he stared at her and embraced the sweet sight.

He slowly walked towards her, his hands slightly shaking as he approached. He was nervous. She made him nervous; in a good way.

She had a level of beauty he could explain. He didn’t know if it was for her music or her beauty in which he was falling for.

He gently tapped her shoulder and the music stopped immediately. She turned around her smile was breathtaking. He choked on his words instantly.

“I-Umm…” he stuttered out nervously. He played with his fingers trying to get himself together.

“You play beautifully” he tried to say in English.

His heart stop when she answered him in Korean.

“thank you, but I still need to work on it.” She said, politely bowing her head.

He stared at her for a moment before catching himself.

“My name is Youngjae.” He said, trying to blurt anything out to hide that he was staring at her.

She smiled, slowly offering her hand to him. “I’m y/N” she said with a gentle smile.

She could tell he was a bit nervous. He seemed like a shy boy; but he had a cute charm and he was very handsome.

He gently took her hand, his heart racing like crazy.

“I could teach you how to play it.” She offered.

“You’d do that?” He asked excitedly. He had to admit a part of him thought she would say she was kidding and walk away.

She seemed too good to be true.

She stood up slowing, gathering her things. His face immediately dropped. “

he thought to himself while watched her get her things in a panic.

“We can go to my studio down the street. There’s a bigger piano, it will be easier to teach you on.” she looked at him. He agreed, hesitant from the shock. Her kindness seemed too good to be true. When he approached he was just wanting to tell her that her playing was beautiful.

He just wanted to give her that compliment, he got nervous when she turned around; but he just wanted to tell her the piece she was playing was beautiful.

He was excited that it wasn’t the end of their encounter. He didn’t know how many times the thought, “she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” , ran through his mind.

He followed along side her as she lead the way down the busy street.

She stood at the same height as youngjae. Her body spelled curvy to the last letter; thick thighs, and a bottom and chest that he scolded himself for looking at. Her hair was in a beautiful afro, with bouncy curls. She smelled like vanilla and honey. She was radiant.he barely knew her but she made him feel warm. He didn’t know how far this would go; but he liked her at first sight.

He let out a giggle when he thought about how strange it was to like someone that quickly.

She looked  at him with a gentle smile.

“You’re a little strange, youngjae” she giggled. He blushed, with a slight chuckle in response. Her smile made him speechless.

“W-why are you in seoul?” he asked her.

“I’m studying dance at seoul university.” she said, stretching her arms as she walked.

“I study at Seoul university, also” he said happily, “ I’m a junior. I major in music.”  

“I’m a freshman!” she answered, clapping a little in excitement.

Youngjae hid his smile with his hands, giggling at her adorable actions.

They  arrived at the studio. It was small building  with a large window, with a view inside to an empty dance studio.

She pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door, quickly.

“No one should be here.” she said as she entered the building.

“Are you allowed to be here? You won’t be in trouble?” Youngjae asked her, following her cautiously. She let her bag and jean jacket drop to the floor when she was far enough in. she was wearing a cropped t-shirt that stopped just above her navel, revealing a little tummy he found extremely cute.

Y/N didn’t have the body of the typical dancer he’d seen around campus. There were plenty of foreign, as well as korean girls; but none as beautiful as she. He might have stared a little too long, again; because he hadn’t noticed that she had walked through a door that was positioned on the right side of the room. He slowly approached the door. As he began to knock the door swung open. Y/N looked at him curiously.

“The piano is in here.” she grabbed his hand, pulling youngjae through. He held on to her hand firmly as she led him to the piano. Her hand was soft and smooth. He smiled at the silky feeling.

He wondered if she could feel his quick pulse. His heart was racing because of the sudden contact.

As they sat close together on the small bench, youngjae tried to keep his composure. He wasn’t nervous around girls, usually; and he had dated before, so he didn’t know why she was making his body react like this.

She let go of his hand and arranged the music so that he could read it.

“You play piano right?” she asked him as she arranged the sheets of music.

“Y-yeah.” he stuttered out. She chuckled lightly he was so cute.

“Youngjae, do you want to be my friend?” She asked him suddenly.  He answered yes immediately. So fast it made them both laugh.

They were friends now, which meant he’d see her more often.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she was.

Even at home that night, while lying in his bed, she was on his mind. The way their hands felt held in each other’s, Youngjae could still feel the warmth of her hand.

She told him that she moved here a few months ago and she stayed right above that studio and that’s why she had keys to it. But what bothered him the most is a boy she kept mentioning. His name was Yugyeom he thought. For some reason she smiled fondly when she began talking about the other boy.

Was he her boyfriend? Youngjae shook the thought out of his head. It wouldn’t be surprising if she had a boyfriend; but he didn’t want to think about it.

Just as Youngjae was drifting off to sleep, a cute pop song played loudly, scaring him half to death. His phone was ringing. He picked it up from his bedside table. It was Y/N.

Just as quickly as he read the name his heart started racing at one hundred miles per hour.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts and fumbled to answer his phone.

“Hello! Y/N??” he said, maybe too loudly.

“Yes its me” he heard her giggle softly, “Youngjae, do you want to come to a party? I need a friend there.”

Youngjae hesitated, he didn’t party much. He didn’t like being crowded with a bunch of people, plus he wasn’t invited to many. All his friend’s knew it wasn’t his thing. He’d rather go to a karaoke room with a friends, it was more fun. But if he was going to get the free opportunity to spend time with Y/N it looked like he better find something to wear.

“Yeah that would be cool.” he tried to sound cool and manly; but it probably came off awkward and raspy. He held his head in his hands. He was totally embarrassing himself.

“I’ll pick you up at eight. Text me your address.” Y/N added before she hung up.

After texting her the directions,  Youngjae ran to his closet.

He picked out a pair of jeans,  a loose black shirt, a pair of black ankle boots (he borrowed from his friend bambam), and one of his favorite wide brim hats.

He just finished his shower and gotten dressed when he heard her knock on the door.

Youngjae eagerly ran to answer. He swung it open quickly.

His jaw dropped to the floor.

She was wearing a pink suede crop top with spaghetti straps ( showing the small rose tattoo on her shoulder), jean shorts, and knee high stockings with a garter that lead up to a place that made his breath hitch.

She looked stunning in something as simple as that.

She smiled at Youngjae, who was staring at her for maybe the hundredth time that day. She had caught him a bunch since they met; but she thought it was cute.

Maybe she liked his attention. She thought it was cute how he became a nervous wreck when they made eye contact.

For the second time that day she took his hand and pulled him to her car quickly.

After getting there, she ran playfully to the driver’s seat.

Youngjae slowly got into the car.

“Isn’t the guy supposed to drive? Should i ask her? Wouldn’t that be cooler? ” he thought to himself

“Buckle up jae.” she said

He laughed loudly, “i forgot!” he said as he fumbled to buckle up.

After a minute of watching him struggle, and laughing to herself, she pushed his hand away, slightly adjusting the belt before she buckled it for him.

She noticed the blush that swept across his face.

“Youngjae, you can relax around me, we’re friends. You don’t need to be nervous.”she tried to reassure him; but it seemed to make him blush more.

She shook her head and laughed at him as she started the car.

The drive to the party was more relaxed for youngjae. He felt he could loosen up when she turned of the radio. They sang together nearly the entire way.

She couldn’t hold a tune but he enjoyed her singing because she was smiling.

The party was packed, with cars down the block. It was a huge house, with people spilling out of it, and music blasting.

“Let’s go!” y/n screamed as she hopped out of the car. Youngjae jogged behind her as she ran into the party.

Right off he noticed he knew lots of people there. Some he had classes with and others was friends with.

While he was greeting people and trying to weave through the crowd to catch up with y/n he noticed a boy approach her.

He was tall, with light brown hair. He was wearing tight jeans, and a button up shirt, slightly unbuttoned and exposing his chest.

He walked up to her and smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her neck, with a big smile on his face. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.

Youngjae shut his eyes turning around. That’s when he ran into Bambam and Jackson.

“Hey Bro!” jackson yelled pulling youngjae into a tight hug. Youngjae just went with the flow. He tried to seem unbothered. he knew she probably had a boyfriend; but once he saw it with his own eyes his heart broke.

A few hours later, he found himself drinking, leaning against a wall and watching Bambam and jackson try to out drink each other. After they ran out of shots, they sent youngjae to the kitchen for more, since he was the only one steady enough to hold drinks.

As he slowly poured the alcohol into the empty shot glasses, someone bumped him , causing him to spill liquor  all over the table.

He turned to see who caused the accident, he saw a couple making out and walking, probably trying to make it to the bedrooms upstairs.

When he was about to shrug he noticed the face was familiar. It was the boy he recently witnessed with his hands all over Y/N’s body. Youngjae tensed up. How could he cheat on her at a party she was attending. He was going to call a cab and get Y/N out of here before she could see what he was doing. Youngjae grabbed the tray of shots, and as he turned around to bring them to bambam and Jackson, he saw y/n. She was obviously drunk and very teary eyed. She was staring directly at the sight of betrayal that youngjae wanted to help her avoid.

 He quickly sat the tray down and went to her.

“Y/N are you okay?” he asked her. Tears streamed down her face. She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck as she cried.  He looked around and saw people looking at them, most likely wondering why she was crying.

“Come on.” he took her hand and walked out of the house. He found her keys and helped her into the back of the car. Since they were both he decided he’d let her calm down and then call a cab for the both of them.   She held onto him tightly, crying into his chest.

He gently rubbed her back.

“I never want to see yugyeom again. I should have know better, he’s done this before.” she declared after a while of crying. She sat up wiping her tears.

 Youngjae watched her carefully. “Are you okay?” he asked her.

 She just stared him. He couldn’t read the look on her face.  He felt okay with their eyes locked; even when she suddenly moved closer. Her hand touching his leg, their lips nearly touching.

 She closed her eyes as they connected.

He embraced her lips, as she moved onto his lap.

 That was really all he could remember, when he woke up. He was undressed, and they were still in the back of her car.

She was laying on top him, still sleeping,topless and holding his hand tightly. His heart raced. Did they sleep together? To be continued…

A/N: i think this is the longest long of written so far. i hope yall like it

-admin Jazzi🥔

Picking and Choosing Pt.1 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2

BTS; Jimin (ft. Namjoon/Rap Monster)

Genre: Angst | Smut | Roommate/Bestfriend AU

Word count: ~11k

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, graphic smut

Description: When you and your best friend and roommate, Jimin, make a huge mistake, how will the consequences affect your relationship?

A/N: I was having a craving to write something for Jimin :’) rip guys I hope you all like it! We haven’t even really gotten into the angst yet so just anticipate part two, it should be out soon.

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The Transfer

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy X Reader

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Word Count: 1535

Prompt:“I was angry,and half in love with her, and so damn sorry, I ran away"

Summary: You and Bones used to date, but he left without explanation and you haven’t spoken in seven years. Now you’re the transfer nurse to the USS Enterprise which will reunite you and your lost lover

Tags: @southernbellestatues @star-spangled-banner13

You stood in the teleport room as the guards put your small amount of luggage on the transporter pads. 

“The USS Farragut to the USS Enterprise. This is Lieutenant Greene, come in Enterprise.” You heard Greene say through the intercom. 

“The USS Enterprise to the USS Farragut. This is Mr Scott, we are ready to transport your transfer on your signal.” The comm went silent and you turned to you Captain. 

“You will be missed Y/Sn.” She nodded her head slightly. 

“It had been an honour to serve in the ship Ma'am and I will regretfully leave to a different start. I appreciate all of my years on this vessel.” You smiled and she smirked. 

“We’ll all miss you Y/n. You’re a key member of our Med Team but I understand that this is a more promising opportunity for you.” She took your hand. “All the luck in the world I give to you.” She whispered. 

“Thank you Ma'am. For I fear I may need it.” You squeezed her hand before stepping on the transporter. The rings of light soon circling you until you couldn’t see your smiling Captain anymore. You saw a new crew and Jim Kirk in front of you. Stepping off the pad you stood up straight in front of Jim. 

“Captain.” You nodded your head slightly. 

“Lieutenant Y/n. We’re happy to have you on board. Please follow me to your quarters. Your luggage will be transported soon.” Jim turned and you followed him closely. 

Your heart still beating too fast to be healthy. So nervous that you’d see Bones around the corner. 

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Yoongi Scenario: Until There Was You.

Request: Hi, can I get a scenario when Yoongi and the OC are in a relationship but they don’t have to much skinship, but then he saw pictures and videos of his girlfriend with her ex and they were so close, so he try to be like him but he’s nervous? Sorry about my english, lot of love from Perú!

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

“With the arise of the social media and internet resources it is a common trend for lovers to take a step ahead and find information about their partners without actually speaking to them”

-Are they serious?- Yoongi asked himself, turning the volume up a little bit.

“It appears that social media is one of the biggest sources to gather information about someone, the activities they do, the people they meet, the past relationships and even their food taste!”

Yoongi snorted at the TV show he was caught up watching, he thought they were going to give him useful information but instead all they talked was rubbish. He reflected about the conversation held on TV, about going on internet and the different social networks to find out things about his girlfriend, it was ridiculous, if he wanted to know anything about his girl he would just ask her, no need to go around the bush, going through social media. He stretched a little, he was lying in bed with all lights off, only the TV lighted the room. 

Why would someone do that? He knew his relationship wasn’t perfect but he was happy the way he was, seeing what you had on your social networks wouldn’t make a difference, he knew you pretty well too. Yoongi bit his lip, he was happy, or wasn’t he? and he knew you enough, or didn’t he? Shaking his head he changed channels, that stupid show had placed retarded thoughts on his head, it was best if he just saw other shows to distract himself, a documental about some war or ridiculousness, either would do.

But then another thought crossed his mind and this time he couldn’t shake off that easily. But he could never do that, he wasn’t the boyfriend going around and about finding anything out about his girl, or about anyone for that account, but still; the thought had crossed his mind and now he couldn’t get rid of it.

 What if he checked your Facebook out? Would he find out something new about you? would he find funny pictures? The perspective of seeing ugly pictures of you made him smile, he could blackmail you for those later, he could imagine a thing or two to ask you for them, all of them involving you and very little clothing. 

But as he smiled devilishly thinking of that, another thought came to him, what if he found something about your past he hadn’t seen? That would be normal, he didn’t know absolutely everything about you but… He shook his head again, it was best to rest still and keep with his plan of doing nothing for the day, he definitely wasn’t going to look for anything, he was tired as hell and all he wanted was sleep.
But then… a little peek wouldn’t hurt anyone.

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anonymous asked:

I've seen that a lot of JC fans said that JB fans only cares about Brienne. Do you think it's true?

I’m not totally sure what you mean, anon, there’s so much shit out there that may have traumatized you, so I’m going to riff on a few of the things I’ve seen.

Okay, gotta say first, in case this question is literal: Jaime x Brienne fans are a damned diverse bunch. We like a broad range of characters. Sure you get the more predictable Stark sister fans, Margaery fans, Oberyn lovers, Asha fans, Arianne fans. But we go all over the place from there. We’ve got stans for Roose, Sandor, Cersei, Stannis, Theon, Tywin, Dany, and hey we’ve got an incredible base of Qycelle shippers. So in the broader terms of asoiaf, no, we don’t care only about Brienne, we care about lots of shit.

Now, I will say, I think people who ship something tend to fan one half of their ship slightly more than the other half. And with JB fans, this tends to fall Brienne’s way more often than it doesn’t, so yes Brienne may get slightly (and it’s only slightly) more love from JB shippers than Jaime. Poor Jaime, in both of his major ships, the fans tend to love the other half of his ship more. Personally, as much as I fight it, I think I’m a Jaime fan first. I identify really deeply with that asshole. Brienne’s right in there, it’s close, but me? Yeah, Jaime probably wins by a hair. (But try talking shit about Brienne of Tarth to me, motherfucker, just try it!)

And…yeah, I’ll say it, a small percentage of Jaime x Brienne fans don’t really get Jaime. I don’t know why, or what happens, but I do see a few severely headscratching interpretations of his character in my fandom, and…oh, wait, no it’s not just my fandom. It’s asoiaf/got fandom in general. There are people who don’t get Jaime Lannister, but talk about him like they do. What the fuck is up with that?

Finally, I have to wonder if this anon is about the shit people say about JB fans over identifying with Brienne. That’s a shadow criticism I see floating around. It most often crops up in the form of: “But, you’re so pretty…why do you ship Jaime x Brienne?” There’s this idea that JB fans themselves are so pathetically awkward and (hey, we’ve seen it) ugly that they desperately need to see the ugliest girl (Brienne) lock down the hottest guy (Jaime) to validate their own pathetic existence. So:

  • Fuck them, and their concern about aesthetics. What the hell difference does it make what anyone looks like?!
  • I can say with absolute authority that my fellow JB fans actually happen to be the hottest, most adorable group of people you’ll ever see. (NOT THAT IT MATTERS! BECAUSE I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE!)
  • JB shippers identify with Brienne for many, many reasons, but the thing I personally see most often is that JB shippers identify with Brienne’s awkward outsiderness. Brienne doesn’t fit a mold, and she’s given hell for it, and that strikes a chord with many of us.
  • (I love myself so much, you guys. So much. *cries*)

gif source: brienneoftarth

The Crown Weighs Heavy (Ch.17)

Pairing: NeganxReader

Rating: M overall

Chapters: 17/?

A/N: I know, I know, you’ve been waiting lol and I am sorry for the wait. This chapter is not much at all, and I am sorry for that but it is a filler. I lost all my notes for this story, and even though I know the direction and ending that takes place, all my details are gone….so bear with me, yeah? I was gonna make this longer, but to satisfy those who keep asking for an update I’m giving you one. So, if you prefer longer chapters let me know…I’ll take the extra time to build them up instead of knocking out a quick chapter for you guys for the sake of an update. Lol


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Spontaneous Combustion

[I had this all planned out in my head yesterday, but this morning it has gone in so many directions, so I hope it’s okay. Since people liked the description of Spencer with Asperger’s I wanted to do one where the reader has some of the traits as well as anxiety issues. This takes place as mostly a swapout in 7x11 – True Genius. And I am still working on the requests please don’t think I’ve forgotten you. It just takes me a little while to let it sink in and for something to come out.]


“Spontaneous insanity is the real bliss! It’s sad that we are honored for playing sane, serious, safe, miserable and controlling in this poor world.” 
― Saurabh Sharma

You huffed as you gathered your things from security, you were already cursing yourself from being late, but you couldn’t really be mad since you had decided to come on a whim. Still, you were going to enter the room, and people were going to turn and look due to the interruption.

Doesn’t matter.

It didn’t matter, it was a common occurrence and you would deal with it. You had been stuck in your cave of an office for far too long, and now, looking back, it was sad, you had remained hidden for far too long and it was time to stop. So starting today you declared you were going to be more daring, spontaneous, which was why you were here at a book signing luncheon instead of your usual food truck. Yeah, it didn’t sound too adventurous, but the guest speakers beside the author were actual FBI agents. That was pretty freakin’ wild in itself. Taking a deep breath, you jammed a hand in your pocket, ready to count the items within, in case the attention made you anxious. Opening the door as quietly as you could you had no worries, whoever was at the podium had everyone’s eyes on them. And from the stuttering and microphone blare you understood why.

“H-hi, I a-am here today to talk to you about different paraphilia and how they relate to violent crimes. Can anyone tell me what dendrophilia is?”

Gif by criminalmindsmanic

Where a guy wants to screw a trees and shrubs.

“T-that’s right…a fetish for trees.”

You smiled, you liked him, the way he stuttered. He was a mess up there, but he was real. He wasn’t bad to look at either, though you didn’t know how he’s viewpoint on you would be. But you were here to do something different, and what was the worst that could happen? You’d try to talk to him and he’d say no? The thought of the rejection caused your heart to speed up, yeah, you liked solitude and yeah, you were awkward in speaking, but no one liked the brush off. But you had to say the hell with it, you’d count everything in your pocket and bag but you were tired of living in a shell.

Watching the man stumble and nearly face plant off the step, losing his papers in the process, you went to wait outside, you could at least say hello, and that you enjoyed his lecture. You could, you would, you’d scream later. And you’d cry if you wussed out so you were doing it. Trying to rev yourself up you went to get some water and sit on the bench in the lobby.

Your leg wouldn’t stop jittering, it was like it had a mind of its own right now. You closed your eyes and tried to take in the smells. Some places could overwhelm you, the overuse of perfume, hints of makeup and aftershave, leftover foods and the smell of gas from the cars outside, a lot could turn up your nose. But in here, there a subtlety to the smells, it was clean, with the scent of new clothing and pine needles, the actual kind of pine needles not artificial spray that would have you sneezing, and there was the unmistakable whiff of vanilla and you knew there had to be cupcakes or something nearby.

The banging of the double doors brought you back with a jump, and you were startled to see the reason for your lingering coming through them. Making your wobbly legs lift you up, you counted the coins in your pocket before heading in his direction.

“Um, Dr. R-reid?”

The man turned to look at you in surprise, obviously in his own world as well. You blushed now that his eyes were turned on you, taking note that they were a very nice shade of brown, matching the cropped hair, and jacket. Okay, stop.

“I wanted to say you were very good up there.”

His mouth quirked. “Thanks, it’s not very true, I was a disaster, but it’s very much appreciated.”

“You were a disaster because you were a human being up there?”

Oh, shit. Your mouth filter had broken for a second, and you saw his brows lift, oh, God, Y/N, you have to follow it up now.

“I mean that it’s natural to fumble a little bit, I…I would’ve been terrified up there, probably would’ve gotten sick on everyone.”

Like now, the acid in your stomach was bubbling rapidly, and you wanted to cover your mouth with your shirt.

“Thanks but I think you could probably handle it better than you think.”

“Thank you, uh, I liked the paraphilia, I may have a new list to go over now.”

“You like lists?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of weird that way.”

“It’s not weird at all!”

His jubilant tone had your eyes widen and you took a step back, though a smile came across your face.

“Sorry, I’m a tad weird too. Overly so, if you ask my friends.”

“I’m glad…I mean, I wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to you if you weren’t a little odd.”

He cocked his head. “Why not?”

“Come on, I told you I’m weird, it’ll be kind of obvious if you stand with me long enough. Not to mention the fact you’re in the FBI, us small town folk can’t compete.”

You meant it as a joke but from his change in expression you knew he didn’t take it like that.

“I would’ve talked to you regardless.”

“I’m sorry, I meant it to be –“

“I know, damn, I’m sorry I cut you off. I do that too much too.”

“It’s okay, so do I.”

“May I ask what it is you do, Miss Small Town?”

You face became even more red. “I’m a developer on the main floor plans at CyberKinetics.”

His brows rose to his hairline. “CyberKinetics? Aren’t you guys making smart sensors for artificial limbs?”

“It’s in the middle stages, yeah, we, um, with 3D printing and everything on the rise, we’re hoping we’ll be able to come out with prototypes by next fall.”

You could tell he was excited. “Weren’t you able to make a prototype of a hand for a veteran? It said in the article you were able to link it with the nerve endings and they could control it and feel it just as effectively as their actual limb.”

Yep, shirt collar over face now. You were having to hold your hands down, all the attention was becoming too much. “Yeah, but the chip inside went out in less than a month, we want something to last, not something that will need charging or a new chip implanted in it.”

“I understand, you want it to be as natural as possible.”

“Yeah, I’m saying that a lot sorry. I’m also not as big in the project as you’re thinking, I’m just an outliner, I stay in my office most days and everyone else actually tries to use and demonstrate the findings.”

“It’s a bigger job than you think; you’re going to change the world.”

You were tugging your collar with a hand. “A small footprint in the sand, what about you? You get to change the world all the time.”

“I guess my footprints are small too, it takes many feet to make a difference…that sounded cheesy didn’t it?”

You shrugged. “Probably, but I love cheese so…”

You tittered on your feet before your eyes darted back to his. “Look, I don’t do this, I’m not one for this but, uh, I know you probably need to be somewhere soon, but –“

You rummaged in your pocket before your fingers hit the edge of your card. “Um, if you ever wanted to go over lists, I’m more into phobias now, but we could always compare that to the different philias if you wanted. I just –“

“I’d love to, um, I mean, we could go now if you wanted.”

The hope in his eyes and the way his own hands fidgeted made your breath catch. “Now? Y-you don’t have to help sign books or something?”

He shook his head smiling. “Nope, I have to tell my colleague where I’m going so she won’t worry, but then I’m all yours.”

All mine?

He seemed to catch his words too, the tips of his ears beginning to scald.

“Do you like coffee? I, um, I like books and coffee and the library close to hear has a great selection of both if you want to that is.”

He grinned. “I adore both those things, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “I didn’t give you my name did I?”

He flashed the card. “It’s okay. I haven’t given you mine either. I prefer Spencer to Dr. Reid.”

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “Okay, Spencer I’ll be right here.”

“I won’t be far she’s talking to some people over there.”

You watched him sprint with his bag bobbing to the woman that was seated on stage with him. She was beautiful, were all FBI agents good looking? Was that a criteria? Being stuck in the office with a computer all the time your friends and colleagues were used to finding you with no make-up and unkempt clothes and hair. On more than one occasion staying all night and hitting a breakthrough into the afternoon with just your pajamas on. As Spencer came back towards you, you noticed the woman was looking at you now. Your shoulders squeezed, but lessened when she smiled, giving you a small wave. You waved back.


You nodded, gathering your wits and bag as he steered you out the door. You both decided on a cab, and you regretted it as soon as you sat. The close proximity was too much and you finally buried your nose in your shirt, as your hand went to your pocket.

“You cold?”

You looked to him in your peripheral vision, and shook your head.

“I’m s-sorry. I should’ve said, but I was afraid you’d say no to coming, I get nervous easily, and I –“

“It’s okay I understand, i-it’s taken me a very long time to get to this point but I still have a lot of lapses and get anxious as well. And I interrupted you again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll tally them up so I know how many times I can interject you.”

He grinned, but then his face turned serious. “Would it be okay if –?”

His hand came slowly towards your face, him trying to gently tug the fabric under your lips.

“I understand if you’re too nervous too, but you do have a very lovely face.”

He was going to have to stop or your eyes would pop out.

“Thank you, so do you.”

He grinned, and as you approached the stop he got out and came to open your door.

“A s-sweet talker and a gentleman.”

He shrugged timid. “I try.”

“So coffee or books first?”

“Either sounds good.”

You usually didn’t do it, but the staff had known you for so long they wouldn’t mind you browsing the stacks with some coffee. Settling on a dark roast you put some Splenda in as he began dumping sugar into his.

“Sweet tooth?”

“Oh, yeah, you could say that, I don’t care for the bitterness so I overcompensate with sugar.”

You chanced a laugh and seeing him smile you continued. “You could always get one of those dessert coffees.”

“No, thank you, I like them sweet, not diabetic coma sweet.”

Motioning for him to follow, you both began to get lost in the labyrinth of books.

“You must be a big shot here; I’ve never been able to go around a library with a drink in my hand.”

You shrugged it off. “I used to volunteer all the time here when I was younger. They know me well enough that I’ll be careful as well as anyone I bring in. You seem like someone who respects books.”

“I do.”

“What about e-books?”

“Oh, God.”

Exasperation was in his tone and you laughed again. “Good. I love my job but I’d much rather have a physical book in my hand than a tablet.”

“I’m so glad for that, we’re becoming a rarity.”

“We are, antiques.”

You both grinned at one another, before the stare became too intense and you looked away.

“So where are we exactly?”

“In one of my favorite sections.”

Holding out a book you pointed to the label, his brow arching.

“YA? You like young adult books?”

You placed a hand on your hip in mock anger. “Oh, so because I’m past the age I cannot enjoy them?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that –“

“Have you ever read Neal Shusterman?”


“Here you go then. And that’s one interjection to me now.”

He scanned the book you had given him, pursing his bottom lip before going to a chair. You watched as he flipped the book open and with his index finger guiding him began to turn the pages at an alarming speed.

“Oh, you’re one of those, are you?”

“One of those?”

“A speed demon, I’ve only met a few, but they always made me look bad during the summer programs here. Like three hundred books to my seventy-five bad.”

He grinned his eyes returning to the page. “That’s still impressive.”

“Thank you. I’ll let you revel in the awesomeness in peace.”

He watched you a moment, hoping you weren’t leaving, his eyes returning to the book when you settled with one of your own opposite him. You had only gotten a few chapters into a Lemony Snicket when he closed the book.


“That was very interesting, it was sci-fi, but also a lot of current events.”

“So is interesting good or –“

“I really liked it, there’s more too, isn’t there?”

“Yep, they’re over there, I’m sure you could knock them out before we finish our coffee, then we can get more and debate.”

He grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

As he went to collect the remaining books his phone started to beep, and you had to force down the reprimand of having it on in a library. You knew with his kind of job it had to be on, but the habit was there. His tone was slightly annoyed and he sighed as he hung up.

“I have to go.”


“I really don’t want to.”

“I understand. Do you…are you going to take the books with you, at least?”

“Yeah, yes, that’d be good, then we can debate when we go out again.”

“Again, I haven’t scared you away?”

He laughed. “Not in the slightest. We’re rarities, remember, we have to stick together.”

“I suppose we do, um, I guess –“


“Before I lose my nerve I guess I should –“

Standing on tiptoes, you brushed your lips along his cheek, taking in the smooth, warm texture.

Blushing, you covered your mouth again. He stared at you a long moment.

“Well, before I lose my nerve…”

He tugged the material down, swooping quickly and planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

You both stared at each other, and you wondered if he’d kiss you again, hell, you were about to go in yourself. But his phone started beeping again.

“Son of a bitch!”

You giggled, causing him to smile at you. “I’ll call you as soon as I can okay?”

“Okay. Be careful. Protect those books.”

“With my life. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

And with one last look behind him, he was out of view. Letting you take the opportunity to collapse back in a chair before you fainted.

Business in the Front, Party in the Back  [Klance one-shot]

a couple days ago i asked the lovely @klanced for a few klance prompts, and one of them was “Lance straight up dying over Keith in a ponytail”.  So here we are.  My first Klance fic, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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The day Lance hit the wall was the day he stopped hating Keith’s mullet.

Honestly, what direction but downhill was there to go when a goddamn mullet - the 7th deadly sin - slowly but surely squeaked its way out of the rotation of focal points of Keith Insults?

Or, for that matter, when it became another addition to (terrifyingly) fast-growing pile of Keith assets, right next to those ridiculously tight pants?

Because, shit, those things did not leave much to the imagination. And that wasn’t to say the imagination didn’t work with what it had.

But Lance digressed. Back to the mullet, and corresponding shift of opinion that had been happening these days. To Lance’s utmost chagrin, he almost, almost - damn, it was hard to admit even in thought - almost enjoyed hanging out with the Red Paladin.

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Thanks, Princess - Theo Raeken Imagine

Thanks, Princess – TW Imagine

Prompt: Theo, the biggest flirt at Beacon Hills High approaches you and asks you to pretend to be your girlfriend for a bet. A quick, boring imagine!

A/N: Here’s a quick crappy and short imagine! I don’t know, just a random filler I guess. I’ve got exams tomorrow so I can’t upload for the next couple days, at least I don’t think I can. Hope this made sense and yeah, enjoy! :)

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: 1408

Originally posted by lets-be-a-queen

Your POV

I was outside on one of the benches, alone, reading a book I bought yesterday. Again, I was alone. Nice and peaceful from all the gossiping and chattering inside the school halls. Unlike most students, I liked to spend my lunches reading alone in silence.

That was when Theo Raeken, Beacon Hills ‘bad boy hottie’ approached me. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” He sat down next to me, panting. I didn’t flinch or look up. This boy was trouble, and I knew it. I continued my book and turned the page over, completely ignoring Theo’s presence.

“Please, Princess?” He begged. I sighed and closed my book, making sure to leave my bookmark on the page I was on. “How many times have I told you not to call me that, Raeken?” I said annoyed. I’ve known Theo since we were little, since him and my family were close friends. I wasn’t shy around him, and I definitely wasn’t drooling around him. I’m not like the other girls where they like to daydream and suck up to him, and he knows that. That’s why he knows calling me ‘Princess’ annoys me. I wasn’t going to deny, he was pretty good looking. Just shitty personality. Well, I don’t know.

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“No, but he definitely noticed you,” Hannah drank her tea, made a face, (it was cold,) and said, “I mean, who wouldn’t notice a weirdo gawking at you through the window multiple times a day?”

“Stop making it sound like I’m stalking him!” Castiel accused. “I’m not—I’m just… I’m a creep aren’t I?“

“You could always ask him yourself,” Hannah suggested.

Castiel laughed. “Like hell.”

(Or in which Dean moves into Castiel’s neighborhood, has really big windows he never covers up, and Castiel likes to stare at him when he goes running.)

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               Castiel had lived in Pontiac, Illinois for almost his entire life, and he knew everyone who lived in the neighborhood. There was Uriel, a grumpy man that weirdly had a good sense of humor who lived across the street from him. There was also Zachariah, (who was actually a pain in the ass and always tried to get Castiel to join his law firm despite Castiel insisting his law degree was just for pleasure and he was quite content with his gardens and bee farm, thank you very much,) that lived around the block. There was Michael and Raphael and Gabriel, (oh don’t get Castiel started on Gabriel,) and Hannah, (sweet girl, really,) and Hael and Anna—Oh, no. Anna moved last week.

               Which brings Castiel to his current problem: the man that moved into Anna’s old house.

               The house was exactly two-and-three-quarters blocks from Castiel’s house, on the route that Castiel jogged every morning at 7:00. It was the one with the broken mailbox, (Anna had always complained about it when she caught him in the grocery store, and Castiel hadn’t noticed a change,) and with the flickering lamp by the front door. That, too, had yet to be fixed.

               Castiel honestly hadn’t noticed the two large windows that opened up into the kitchen of the house. He had no reason to, Castiel supposed, but now he definitely did because his new neighbor was—excuse his language—hot as fuck. He seemed to like to cook a lot, too. So whenever Castiel jogged by one morning as he always did, he slowed (albeit not noticeably,) and stared.

               The man had freckles up and down his cheekbones and the length of his nose, and strong arms. His hair was dirty-blond and spiked, his shirt was rumpled and used; he held a cup of coffee to his lips as he took a frying pan out and set it on the stove. The man’s back was towards Castiel, so it isn’t as if Castiel could be caught. No shame in looking, right?

               Anyway, that’s how it started.

               And Castiel may or may not have adjusted his jogging times to when he noticed Dean liked to cook breakfast.

               Or lunch.

               Or dinner.

               (Castiel had a bit of a crush.)

               But none of that’s important.

               Castiel was getting more fit, probably training to do another marathon, (because why not?), but the truth of the matter was that running gave him excuse to see Dean through the large windows. The window were always clean. Castiel had yet to find a smudge yet.

               He shook his head. Castiel was thirty-two. This was ridiculous.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm really confused about this SouMako ship >w< Please don't hate on me for this because I'm just confused, I love them both but I really don't know why people ship it. They don't have a lot of interactions with each other but then... I'm slowly shipping them but I'm at the point questioning the ship. I sorta ship it but the only thing that is making me question this ship is the lack of interaction they have, care to explain so I can ship it? PLEASE HELP MEEE I REALLY WANNA SHIP ITTT :D

Aright i’m kinda feverish right now but i’ll answer this to best of my abilities

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I thought I would share a little story to this selfie. 

When I was younger, about 12 or 13, I was always insecure. About everything. I didn’t know how to apply makeup, talk to boys, or how to pretty much be a girl. In my eyes, all my friends were prettier than me, and all the other girls I went to school with were like, borderline drop dead gorgeous. Puberty did nothing for me besides give me awkward hair growth and the monthly “gift” from Mother Nature. My hair was shit, I thought my nose and my lips were too big, I had the occasional “omg I’m so fat my belly looks like whale blubber” whine. I was a mess. My self confidence was bad enough because I was in an emotionally abusive relationship at that time (he wanted me to look and act a certain way, it’s a long story), and how my mother felt weird being around me in public because of what I wore (I was going through my emo/scene phase so you can imagine my choice in apparel). I was the way I was because I literally hated my skin color. I just flat out hated myself. I was one of those self-loathing black girls who wished they were lighter so someone would love them. I would take phrases like “you’re like, a white girl in black skin”, “you’re so pretty for a black girl”, “HA! you’re super cool for a black chick” as compliments because I saw nothing wrong with it. I was someone I wasn’t. Everyday after school I would be on MySpace look at all the pretty scene queens and sitemodels (I was a sitemodel ok don’t judge me I had a separate MySpace for it and everything) who were white and wished that I were popular like them and that I literally were them. It had gotten to the point where I wanted to bleach my skin, but I decided against it. 

I joined Tumblr on January 16, 2010 because one of my all time favorite scene queens (Brookelle ‘Bones’ McKenzie if you were wondering) had a blog that was hella rad and I wanted to follow it. My first URL was fakerthanbarbie, and I would post a whole bunch of random shit (if you go through my archive from 2010, you can see my first post was me whining about my best friend not liking me back). Throughout time I saw a whole bunch of pretty “tumblr famous” people getting all these notes and compliments about their looks, and oh, how ironic- they were all white. All I wanted to be when I was younger was wanted and loved. And all for the wrong reasons. I wanted to be liked because I was “better” than most in a sense- that I wasn’t the typical black girl who was ratchet and ghetto, the typical black girl that everyone hated. That sounds horrible to say now but that’s how I felt back then. I wanted to be liked by everyone aka the pretty white scene girls. Jealousy truly is a sickness. 

You’re probably wondering why any of that is relevant to the picture. I’m making this known now because throughout the five years that I’ve been on this website, I’ve learned a lot. Not only about social issues, but about myself. By late 2013, early 2014, I realized how immature and irrational I looked and sounded, letting others define me by what they thought was alright. I realized that I am me, and I’m the best me that I will ever be. I was unhappy for the features that God had blessed me with, and I favored features that were unobtainable. I wanted fair skin, because that was, and still is, acceptable. Being my skin color, apparently, isn’t acceptable in this society. My skin color is seen as dirt, burnt, a pile of shit. I cried any chance I could because of what I looked like. I couldn’t stand looking in a mirror. I was ashamed of everything, and wanted out. I was convinced nobody would love me because of how my skin color resembled something disgusting.

But not anymore. It’s 2015, and I’m so proud to say that I’m finally happy in the skin I’m in. I can finally say that I’m black and I’m fucking proud, fuck you if you think otherwise. I’m not insecure anymore. I don’t want to drown myself in a bathtub of bleach anymore. I don’t want to trick myself into thinking that fairer skin is better skin. I don’t care anymore. I love myself now. I love my hair (real and fake), my nose, my lips, my everything. I regret ever thinking otherwise. It took a loooooooong time for me to feel this way, and I want to personally thank everyone on Tumblr. For it was this site that helped me gain confidence. Tumblr is just one big roller coaster of emotions, and I know it sounds weird say that the same website that obsessed over the IKEA monkey is the same website that made me feel better about myself. But it’s true. The more people I followed, the more ways I saw closure and happiness. It’s amazing how talking to a complete stranger can ease so much pain. I saw a different side of tumblr, where people would submit their photos to a blog that was a self-love type of page- showcasing the beauty in people’s faces. I was obsessed. Last year, I saw this blog (I forgot the name of it) that was dedicated to black women, and I saw so many post about young girl’s struggle to finding who they are and accepting the fact that black is beautiful, it truly is. Every shade is beautiful, and I want everyone to know it now. When I saw nothing but white girls on my computer screen, boy did I wish I was them. I wanted to be them just for their skin color. Now, when I see black women of all shapes, shades, and sizes, I get so happy. This picture represents how I don’t let my skin color define me. I used to never wear bright colors, now here I am in a coral crop top. I’m dark, not dirt, burnt, or a pile of shit.

If I can preach one thing over and over again for the rest of my life, it’ll be to never let yourself become less of who you truly are. Be happy with your body, your skin, every little imperfection there is. Don’t let your skin color define who you truly are. You can achieve anything you want in the world, don’t let anything  I know it’ll take a long time for you to realize that, but believe me, it’s all worth it in the end. This goes out to all my black women who are insecure, who are degrading themselves emotionally, who are looking for a reason to be happy with their skin: this is it. This will be you one day. You will be happy, I promise. It may not be now, it may not be tomorrow, it may not be next week, it may not be next year. But it will happen.

I wanted to save this until the next #Blackout but I felt the need to post it now. Nothing wrong with a little backstory/confidence boost, is there? 

perriepezzapez  asked:

Hello! I was just wondering what the reasons are for people to think that zerrie is fake. I'm asking not to attack you or anything, I genuinely want to know! I think their relationship seems so cute, so I just want to know how you see it. What has happened that makes you think they aren't really together?

Hello dear. First, props to you for owning your opinion. Much respect. Sorry for the delay in responding. But, I was contemplating how to respond. I thought about a big ol’ post with links and gifs but I changed my mind. My Zerrie is so very…shady tag is a good place to check for all my anti-Zerrie thoughts as well as the thoughts of some other awesome bloggers. In the meantime, I’ll give you a general rundown:

  • Planted questions about Little Mix/Perrie during 1D interviews designed to force Zayn to acknowledge her as a love interest. When Zayn resisted, his bandmates answered for him. Please note, no interview questions are allowed without management approval. So why would questions be asked that he was clearly uncomfortable with? 
  • Staged photos—over and over again. Photos are the way to go with Zerrie because neither of them are very good at selling it in their own words. Which brings me to my next point…
  • When asked about each other, Zayn and Perrie’s responses make me smh. Perrie never speaks knowledgeably about Zayn. It’s always a hodge podge of randomness—even awkwardly spilling over into mocking him. Why did she think he was Indian? She never sounds like a woman in a long term relationship. In fact, she sounds like a woman who’s never had a long term relationship. Zayn has never, ever been able to demonstrate any enthusiasm for Perrie or his “engagement” in video interviews. Contrast that with print interviews where he raves about her. Something doesn’t add up.
  • Liam, Liam, Liam. Zayn has been thirsty for Liam since they met in McDonald’s and he managed to get those digits. Contrast the way Zayn speaks about Liam with the way he speaks about Perrie. When Zayn talks about Liam, he’s light. He’s happy. He’s so complimentary. He laughs. He smiles. He professes his love for Liam repeatedly and publicly. He can’t keep his eyes or hands off Liam. He pops boners for Liam. Zayn is shy, private and reserved is the excuse many Zerrie shippers use to cover his lack of enthusiasm for Perrie. How come none of that applies with Liam?
  • The engagement debacle. Again, we have so in love and newly engaged Zayn acting like a deflated balloon at what was supposed to be the happiest time in his life. Meanwhile, his bandmates find the engagement so awkward that they change the subject when it’s mentioned in interviews. Did Niall have the baby yet, LOL? Not to mention Liam was salty as hell and let it show. And Zayn’s reaction to that was to comfort Liam. Why?
  • Liam and Zayn can’t stop dropping hints that what we’re being sold is not the real deal. Check their tweets. Check the 2014 Brits interview. 
  • Why does Liam’s girlfriend headline articles? Why does she have her own tag on gossip blogs? Why are there solo pix of her with Liam cropped out on said blogs? When did she become a celebrity? Why is she getting the Eleanor treatment? Why do Sophiam friendly update accounts always get exclusive pix of them? Why isn’t their relationship allowed to be private?
  • Why are Perrie’s interactions with Zayn’s family mostly in the form of…you guessed it…staged photos (shopping trip anyone)? Where was Zayn’s fam during her birthday party last week? Every single one of them was busy? Meanwhile, Zayn’s fam posted a bunch of pix where they were all over Liam at Zayn’s birthday party.

I could on and on, but I’ll let you check out my tag for more. Please feel free to come back. We can talk about it.

What Harry Does

It’s understandable, but frustrating to me, that we talk about Louis and Harry in relation to everything going on, but rarely about the other three. They ARE involved.  They have all played a roll and I made a list of what I’ve noticed at least. However, you can’t count Louis and Harry out by any means, for any reason. This one’s for Harry.

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