they will be sorry on what they will be missing out

EULOGY FOR AMERICA

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to our dear friend America, who died recently after a brief, intense battle with fascism and a long, slow battle with carbs. Thank you all for coming out to help say farewell. It’s not easy. But at least America died doing what it loved most: deep-frying Halloween candy while white men tried to explain to women what jazz is.

America was sick for a really long time. In the early stages, I think we were all in denial. You could tell that America was unwell—public displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, “Entourage”—but it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that we’d caught the fascism early, but, as we now know, it had metastasized. America was more Florida than country by the end.

America was born right here, in America, and lived here its entire life. America was always about family. It is survived by its similarly ill father, Britain, and its large brood of children: baseball, Google, fireworks, losing your fingers to fireworks, giving your Uber driver only four stars because he talked to you, thinking granola is healthy, Chicago (the place), “Chicago” (the musical), “Chicago” (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), “Chicago Fire,” “Chicago Med,” “Chicago P.D.,” “Chicago Justice,” “Chicago ‘Chicago’ ” (a show about the Chicago production of the musical “Chicago,” coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.

I’d personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jackson’s nipple at the Super Bowl. Remember that? After that happened, none of us slept for days, because we had never seen the pointy part of a boob on our TVs before, and it really upset us. America was really cool that way. It would always get mad when you’d see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. I’m gonna miss that.

However, we should not dwell on the loss of our dear country, friend, and place where all the Cheesecake Factories and Lids stores are. Today, let’s celebrate America’s life, and remember all of the remarkable things it accomplished and how many actors playing Spider-Man who keep getting cuter and younger were inside of it. America gave us so much. And, boy, did it look good for its age. America was two hundred and forty-one years old when it died, but it didn’t look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it could’ve been the very same America that put its own citizens in internment camps!

America got a bunch of things really right. Mostly how to put food inside other food. Anyone can just eat a chicken. But in a duck?! In a turkey?! In a gun?! No one is going to forget the Turduckenun any time soon. America was so inventive that way. And, I mean, everyone does silly stuff when they’re young. America was beautiful, too. Sure, it was a little lumpy, and you could always see its Florida through its pants, but it just got hotter with age. So hot. It was so, so hot by the time it died. Almost too hot to live in.

If there’s anything we should take away from this tragedy, it’s that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. It’s easy enough to do in the shower. If you catch it early, it can be cleared up with a rigorous regimen of local elections and books and yoga. But America was cocky. Nothing bad had ever happened to it before! It assumed this fascism would pass, just like the Second World War and “Entourage” had.

What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. I’m sorry that I’m getting choked up. I get really emotional when I think of America, and also I took too big of a bite of Turduckenun and it got lodged in my windpipe. We will all miss America greatly. Every time I see an American flag or a gun, I’ll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.

Taken for Granted (pt 4)

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO HOPE YALL REMEMBER ME AND THIS SERIES. PLEASE READ THE AN AT THE END AS WELL THANKS LOVE YALL


You didn’t realize what exactly you had signed up for when you agreed to the job. Sure, you had some experience, but working as a manager full time was quite tiring. But you felt good going to bed each night, knowing you had done a job well done.

You became good friends with the GOT7 boys, and they helped you out whenever they could, knowing that you were new and temporary. The boys had recently released a new album and were starting their schedules at music shows. You barely found any free time for yourself, but you couldn’t help but think about the bts boys. You missed hanging out with them.

They still tried to contact you whenever they had the chance, but everyone knew it wasn’t the same. You wish you could make time for them and your personal life, but you knew that the following weeks were only going to get busier.


After a few weeks, your schedule seemed to be rather redundant. You had to usher the boys to music shows and interviews every day. You were proud of them for always keeping a smile on their face, despite being very tired. You were starting to realize that perhaps you didn’t really like this job. You were constantly out on the road and you had to deal with incredibly rude people and to be honest, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

After one especially long day, you were surprised to see that the boys had a free night. You dropped them back at the dorms quite early and each of the got7 boys thanked you as the got out of the van. Pretty soon, you found your way to your own apartment and was getting ready for a shower when you heard your phone buzz. 

You couldn’t help but smile at your phone. You loved Jin like a brother, but why did you feel your heart flutter a bit? Over these last few weeks, you had learned to forgive Namjoon too. You didn’t want to cut him out completely because you loved all the boys too much to do that. And with being so busy with work, you had learned to get over your feelings. You had the confidence to look at Namjoon now without butterflies in your stomach, you were sure.

You placed your phone down and went to take a shower. After relaxing into the warmth of the water, your mind began to race with the possibilities of writing music. Hell, you even had a minor in music from college. Classmates and colleagues had told you a countless amount of times that you had talent, but weren’t they just being friendly? But after what Jin had mentioned, you now had something serious to consider. It had been a long time since you had written a song, and you were quite scared to show anyone your work, but you realized how happy it would make you hearing someone perform your piece.

And so, after months, you pulled out your guitar and empty sheet music and spent hours, writing and playing whatever came to mind. 


Jin placed his phone down with a smile on his own face. He missed talking to you, your playful banter. He missed seeing you around the dorms watching movies or helping him cook or trying whatever it is he made. He just missed your company. So he was content with these small moments he had with you, even if it were simply over text. He couldn’t help but feel excited about seeing you soon at music shows. 

Namjoon sat across from Jin, noticing the look on his hyung’s face. “What are you smiling about?” he asks, laughing. 

“Huh? Oh nothing” Jin says, finally out of his trance-like state. 

“Who were you texting that you have that weird grin on your face hyung?” Namjoon asks again. 

“Oh, y/n” Jin says.

And just like that, Namjoon’s own smile fades quickly. Everytime Namjoon tried to forget about you, his mind flooded with images of you. The more he tried to erase the images of you from his head, the more he found himself thinking about you and how much he was missing you. Of course, he didn’t want to admit it. 

“H-how is she by the way?” he asks, slowly.

“Good I guess. She said she didn’t really like her job though. I told her about taking up music again” Jin said, honestly.

“She’s into music?” Namjoon asks, quite shocked.

“Yeah…. I’m pretty sure she even studied music a little bit in college. I heard her singing a few times and she even writes a little but I think it’s really good” Jin said, smiling again. Jin thought back to the first time he caught you singing. You were cleaning up the dance practice room after the boys had left. Jin realized he forgot something and went back, only to find you singing and dancing with the mop while you cleaned the floor. He was immediately captivated by your voice, and he couldn’t help but smile at your funny dance with the mop. And before he could help himself, he found himself introducing himself to the beautiful girl dancing around his practice room. And since then, you become good friends with both him and the rest of the group as well.

“Is she thinking about changing careers then?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m not too sure. She said she would think about it, but I think she just wants to finish off strong with the job she has now. I told her we could show her the ins and outs of writing music if she wants” Jin continued.

“I-I could teach her a few things I guess…” Namjoon said. He smiled at the possibility of you two spending time together. 

“Hey, I’m sure she would appreciate that! I’ll ask her when she’s thought about it some more!” Jin said excitedly. 

Both boys now smiled while they looked down at their hands. “More time with Y/N” they thought, excitedly. 


Previous Parts: Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

A/N: SOO this kind of took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Hope y’all like it??? Let me know what you think please. How should the story go from here? Let me know if you want a part 5, or I might now really continue this series. I apologize again for posting after so long. I’ve been on vacation and then suffering from jet lag, so I hope you understand!

❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn’t seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn’t reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn’t seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven’t seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you’d be well-born to be discovered.  

“Next time I’ll close you in our room.” Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

“I didn’t ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we’re their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn’t see anything strange… ”  

“YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. ”  

“What a bad thing Unnie…. In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. ” You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. “Then he is also extremely beaut–”  

“But think of your boy!”  

“You Like him! That’s why you’re bored by the articles…. because you’re ashamed to talk to him. ”  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It’s been seven months since you started to date and you’ve already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious “relationship”, although not yet effective because he didn’t really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

“Jungkook-oppa!” “Jungkook, you are beautiful!” “Jungkook I love you!”  

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wanna be your lover

summary:

sebastian and you are co-stars on a press tour. you’re the best of friends, but when sebastian finds something suspicious in your luggage, that may change everything. (based on this request.)

word count: ~6K

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (light dom/sub, anal play, dirty talk, dom-ish!seb, etc. it’s filthy.) 

a/n: pls blame google translate on my incorrect romanian. english translations are at the bottom. i don’t know why all of my seb AU’s are dom!seb. i will fix that eventually. anyway, here’s some sex. 

Originally posted by walkingshell16

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Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

anonymous asked:

Hey, do you have any tips on how to tell a story in one picture? Do you know of any exercises or anything that I could try? I want to create more intricate and 'deep' pieces, but I feel they always fall flat because I can't convey the story and emotions as I need to

Hi anon

Interesting question! How to convey a story in one pic!

The first thing to do, even before starting to sketch anything, is telling the story to yourself. Who is the main character? Is there any other character? What do they do? How do they interact with the main character(s)? In what environment? What is the mood of the story? Is it something “factual” (like a character falling from a bike for instance) or is it much more of an introspection piece? Picture it in your head. It’s the first step, if you can picture the image in your head, its composition, its mood, its colors, you’ve already done a lot.

Then, when you start laying your idea on the paper/PS canvas, you have to keep in mind the things listed below. To help you understand, I’m gonna use one of my own drawings that you can find HERE, without all the color guidelines. It shows a missing scene from the movie Civil War: Bucky Barnes is on the run, in a small apartment in Bucharest, Romania.

1) The composition and the lighting. When you look at this art, the first thing you notice is Bucky and before you tell me “Yes, but on the other hand, it’s the only character on the pic so it’s obvious!”, I’m gonna tell you: NOPE. Your eyes are attracted to Bucky first (and not to the fridge or something on the foreground) because thanks to the lighting and the composition, he’s the main focus. You are looking where I wanted you to look (*evil laugh*). The main light source is right above his head and the rest of the artwork is in the shadow. The closer you are to Bucky, the lighter the picture is. In addition, I surrounded Bucky with elements that create a kind of circle around him (the cupboards, the fridge, the cushion on the sofa) so you know that he’s the main element. However, this “circle” is suffocating, it’s here to show how small and uncomfortable the apartment is. I created a circle thanks to the lighting and the position of various items but you can also achieve this in your artwork by playing with blurred elements on the foreground or the background. It creates an interesting depth of field. Thanks to this kind of tricks you are telling the viewer what is the main focus of your story but you also set the mood of the picture. I couldn’t see this picture with a bright and flat lighting and or scene happening at daytime for instance, it would have lacked this claustrophobic atmosphere.

2) The colors: the palette is going to set the mood of the picture alongside the shadows and highlights. On this pic, that I consider a sad picture because it’s a moment where Bucky remembers who he is and everything he did in the past, I went for a warm palette but I desaturated it a bit. If the colors were too bright, we would have lost a good part of the sad narrative in the pic. It’s also a subjective choice but I like warm palettes for introspective art.

3) The details hidden in the pic itself: The old wallpaper, the shitty apartment, the rotten walls, etc…it shows that Bucky is not in a happy environment. He’s not in cozy apartment in NYC, he’s not in a luxury hotel room, he’s in an old apartment in Romania, with the bare minimum. He’s still trying to figure out who he is and to gather details about his life (look at the fridge). However, some details are here to tell you about his daily routine and what he is doing: the grocery bag on the foreground with vegetables and fruits is here to show that he’s trying to eat healthily. The food above the fridge are Romanian snack bars so, even if life isn’t 200% great, he seems to enjoy little pleasures like junk food. However, his backpack with a gun right on top of it, is here to let you know that he doesn’t feel secure and that he’s ready to leave at any minute if the circumstances were not in his favor. Same with his clothes: they are convenient clothes (a Henley, a pair jeans, Timerberland/Dr Martens type of shoes), he’s not wearing them to be fashionable. Thanks to fashion and various accessories, you can show a lot about a character, look at this pic of Natasha for instance. She’s wearing Chanel earrings, you have Louboutin shoes and a “Birkin” bag at the back (I let you check the price of these items…). She is a sophisticated and elegant lady, she loves fashion, even the decoration of her apartment tells a story about her.

Thanks to tiny details you can tell a lot about a character: blue circles under the eyes, scars, clothes, messy or sophisticated haircut, etc…Think about that when you draw your characters or even the environment they are in. The devil story is in the details

4) Body language and expression of the characters: Is Bucky smiling? Does he have a cocky attitude? No, what you see here is a guy that is not looking at the camera. He’s exhausted, his shoulders are bent. You can feel he’s lost in his thoughts, which is normal because it’s an introspection piece. It’s also a full body shot: thanks to this way of framing the character and his body language I showed you how alone he is. He looks almost small, vulnerable (and god know Sebastian Stan was buff when he shot this scene). Does it mean that every drawing with a full body shot means that the character is alone and sad? No, of course but this particular framing coupled with a dark lighting, a brown desaturated palette, a character with this precise body language and face expression does. If you don’t know how to express body language properly, I recommend you this link: Body Language: An Artistic Writing Tool

All these elements are important, particularly the composition and the lighting. Remember what an absolute FAIL the “loss.jpg” image was. OMG, “loss.jpg “or how a picture supposed to depict a terrible and sad story (a miscarriage) became the internet’s laughing stock because the artist was unable to convey the right atmosphere. Read about it here, it’s very interesting.

TLDR: You are gonna tell your story through the composition, the lighting, the colors, the setting (a cozy place conveys a different kind of story than a wide open space), all the details in the pic that will show your viewers what kind of characters (or places) we are dealing with, but also the body language of the characters.

If you want more info, you can also read this article called: 18 tips for telling a story through an artwork

Hope it helped! Sorry if it was a bit long :)

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Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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“Good morning Jay,” I said, trying my best to hold in my yawn as I made my way into the office.

“Not so good morning for you,” she replies, eyeing me as I sat down at my desk. “Did you even sleep at all last night?” she questions. 

I reply wordlessly by shaking my head. 

“I couldn’t,” I answer back. 

I have been agitated since last night after Baekhyun. His words still ringing in my head. 

The drawer… Sehun’s desk…

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Blind Date

Summary: Mickey is home from Mexico, and Mandy sets him up on a blind date. Ian is also on a blind date. When they see each other, they leave their guys, and rekindle their love.

Word Count: 1990

Notes: This was so cute!!


Ever since his name got cleared in the United States, he wanted to come home from Mexico, and after a phone call with Mandy, they were planning to meet up and get the hell home.

About a week into being home, Mandy had already set her brother up on a blind date. The man she set him up with was her ex-boyfriend’s brother, and damn, she thought he was a looker.

Mickey complained and tried to protest, but Mandy wasn’t having it. Mickey needed some dick in his life, it’s way overdue, and though he won’t outwardly admit that, he knew it was true.

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The Game

Trent Seven/Reader/Tyler Bate/Pete Dunne
3250 words; smut/explicit

This contains spanking, if you’d like that as a warning and/or enticement.

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Trent always likes to have the lads over to watch the football, but thus far, he’s only ever invited you to join them when it’s just him and Tyler. And you’re happy with that, because Tyler’s a good guy, so when Trent informs you that this afternoon it will be a party of four, you’re a little taken aback.

“Pete?” you say. “Are you sure?”

“Why not?” Trent asks. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Pete’s great,” you answer. “I love Pete, but he’s kind of a dick.”

Trent shrugs. “I can keep him under control.”

You slide your arms around his waist, looking up to kiss him, his moustache tickling your face. “You’re good at being in control,” you say softly, and he chuckles, the sound resonating through his broad chest in a way that hits you right there.

“I am,” he says. “So you’ll trust me to keep him on as tight a leash as necessary?”

“Fine,” you tell him, making a show of rolling your eyes, but the truth is you’re already wet just thinking about it.

Trent slaps your ass, hard enough to be a promise, and you smile at him.

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Sidgeno Mermaid AU anon fic

<< [Chapter 3/?] >>

It takes five people to maneuver the king size mattress and the L-shaped couch  through the front door and into their proper places. Geno tips them all fifty dollars but it’s worth it.

He starfishes out on clean sheets and sleeps for eleven hours straight.

When he wakes up it’s still dark out and he curls up at the end of his new couch and turns on the lamp.

It flickers and he picks up the electrical repair book he got from Sid and starts to thumb through it.

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leralynne  asked:

CONGRATS ON 1.K!!! I'd love to request a rebelcaptain drabble with the prompt "one of us is working nights and the other is working days and every time we see each other we are SUPER TIRED AND CRABBY but also I kind of miss you." <3

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, KAT <3

(side note: i tweaked the prompt A TEENY BIT, hope you don’t mind too much!)

YOUR REBELCAPTAIN FIC:

[also on ao3]


At first, Cassian doesn’t think much of Jyn’s new job at the bar.

It’s miles better than her diner job in every way conceivable — better pay, shorter hours, friendlier clientele (although sometimes maybe too friendly, but that’s nothing Jyn can’t handle thanks to both her black belts). It’s a lot easier for her to tack on shifts to fit her class schedule, which she’s definitely going to appreciate, now that she’s on her very last semester of college.

Plus, Baze is there. Baze always seems to have some kind of weird calming effect on Jyn, which is odd only because the words “calm” and “Jyn” have probably never before been used in the same sentence by anyone on this planet, living or dead.

The best part is, they can keep hanging out with their friends at Baze’s bar without Jyn having to miss out on anything.

All in all, it’s a good arrangement.

That is, until Jyn actually starts working there.

“Eggs for one, then,” Cassian mutters to himself, dropping his free hand from the egg tray before closing the fridge door. Pretty much all of Jyn’s classes for this semester are afternoon ones, but for the past year or so they’ve been living together, she’s always gotten out of bed around the same time he does for work. 

Not that he minds or anything. He’s just used to their semi-routine of making breakfast together every morning, swerving and ducking lazily around each other as they pour coffee into mugs and shake cereal into bowls.

He supposes he can’t expect that to go on, now that Jyn’s going to be spending most of her nights at the bar, all the way till the wee hours of the morning.

No problem, he tells himself easily as he dumps his scrambled eggs onto a plate. Just get used to it.


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My favorite brazilian internet meme (or would it be internet idiom?) is saying that you missed something (usually big, usually drama) because you were washing your hair.

Big fandom wank all over your dash and you have no idea of what happened? “Sorry guys, I was washing my hair, what did I miss?”

Facebook group is on fire and you can’t track down what happened because the post that started it all was deleted and the administrator banned the op, but people are still talking about it hours later? “I was washing my hair, what happened?”

You open your social media to find out the the government is on fire, there are 8 new laws being discussed and 9 of them are something that takes away 80% of your human rights, and someone uncovered a big fucking scam on your college? “I was washing my hair, did I miss something?”

It’s such a good expression. So easy to remember and to understand. So easy to adapt into other languages.

Computer Update

(Welp… looks like my computer will be out of commission for a little longer than I thought. The fan needs to be replaced and I was told it will be 1-2 weeks to get that fixed. Soooo… Guess I’ll be spending the next little while trying to figure out what to do with my time. >_<)

(Anyway, I’ll take this as an opportunity to send out some much needed interaction asks. I made a post about it earlier asking people who were interested. If you missed that and are reading this now, comment here if you are interested in getting an interaction ask from Proto. Liking this post won’t be enough. I need a comment.)

(Anyway, sorry about that. Hopefully I’ll be getting it back sooner rather than later.)

Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by like four different people, and I remember for sure @wildfirewinchester @lipstickandwhiskey @pretttypadalecki I’m sorry if anyone else tagged me and I missed them.

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural? I joined in at the beginning of season 10, so I watched 1-9 on Netflix and when I had finished that 10 was in it’s winter hiatus, so I waited for it to be over and bought 10 on amazon instant video and watched it there. I officially watched 11 and 12 live.

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with? Sam Winchester. The long hair got me, but also the fact that he was trying his hardest to be a good person and save as many people as possible. Sam was selfless and sweet and so little and scared, and I mean come on, he’s making out with Jessica’s face in the first episode, a boy who can kiss like that deserves all of my love.

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? I hated Meg. I wanted her dead for so long and was so pissed when they brought her back, but Meg 2.0 really changed my opinion. She was this sassy and helpful yet still badass and terrifying demon and I loved her.

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? Duh. Sammy. I mean, come on, we’d look cute together, right?

5. If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? Sam. Hands down. He’d be so sweet and interesting and come on, IT’S SAM!

6. What would you do on the date? This is hard. Can’t I just like hang out at the bunker with him? Cuddle in his room? Is that an option for a date?

7. Which character would you most want to be like? I’d say Dean. Dean gives his life for the ones he loves, and he’s not afraid of anything. He’s brave and selfless, a total badass and a funny guy.

8. Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? Charlie. Charlie deserves better. And she’d be an amazing addition to the Winchesters. They need her.

9. Which character would you most like to punch? Cole. God he was so stupid and so out of place. That was the dumbest character they ever created and I wish to god they would’ve killed him.

10. Who is your absolute favorite character? Sam. 

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst? Probably the BMOL. They were just dicks and fucked everything up.

12. Which character are you most like? Probably Dean. I’m more the put up a tough attitude and save those I can kind of person. And I’d give my life for my brother, or my friends, no doubt about it.

13. What death hit you the hardest? Sam’s death in season 2. To this day, I still cry like a baby at that death. Just, Dean holding Sam and rocking him in his arms, trying to reassure him it’d be okay was really hard. It doesn’t help when I pictured my own brother in that situation. And there’s this moment in that scene, where Sam just dies, and Dean knows it and Dean knows he’s holding his dead baby brother, and my heart just breaks every time.

14. What season finale hit you the hardest? Season 8. Sam in the church, not caring that if he completes the trials he’ll die hit me hard. And him confessing to Dean what he confessed in the church just breaks my heart.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Okay, Okay. I can do this. i CAN DO THIS.

  1. Just My Imagination
  2. The Great Escapist
  3. Sacrifice
  4. Red Meat
  5. Faith
  6. It’s A Terrible Life
  7. The French Mistake
  8. The Born-Again Identity
  9. Baby
  10. Pilot

16. What’s been your favorite season? One or Two

17. Who is your favorite angel? Cas

18. Who’s your favorite demon? Ruby 2.0

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Rowena. Love that red headed witch

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships? Not really. Not a big shipper. I ship me and Sam does that count?

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor? Probably Osric Chau. He was really good. (was he a supporting actor? I’m pretty sure he was)

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show? Gah okay okay. It’s what Sully says to Sam in Just My Imagination: “You’re not Dean, you’re not your dad, you’re Sam. And Sam is awesome.” I cry every time.

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you chose? Danneel Ackles. Gotta get Danneel on the show.

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? I’d love to see another Wendigo episode. But if I could make up my own creature, I’d totally make it like some cannibal that eats children and Sam and Dean are on a mission to save the children.

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with? Cassie. His and Cassie’s love scene gets me every time.

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with? Ruby. Love me some Ruby x Sam. And those sex scenes man, I can get behind that.

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments? The silly antics, probably Or the kid stories of them and their families. I also love when Jared gets deep with the AKF campaign. 

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character described? I want to be the selfless hero, who’s hunting because she likes the feeling of saving people. Someone that both the boys fight over because they think she’s badass and genuinely amazing, but someone who’s also got her secrets and things she’s not proud of.

29. What do you hope to see in the next season? Closure for the storylines. I want one storyline and I want it to have closure at the end, or at least make it so there’s not a whole shit ton of background stuff going on.

30.-40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John? Bobby. He reminds me of my dad, but also of my uncle. He was pretty cool and just such a great role model for Sam and Dean.

Bela or Ruby? Ruby. I fucking hated Bela, Ruby all the way.

Jess or Madison? Jess. Can’t go wrong with Sam’s first real love.

Jo or Lisa? Jo. I hated Lisa so much.

Charlie or Kevin? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. I guess Kevin. Ugh, Kevin was just this smart little AP honors student who got pulled into the supernatural out of nowhere.

Balthazar or Ash? Probabyl Balthazar. You can’t just not love someone who unsinks a ship just because he doesn’t like a certain song.

Cas or Crowley? Cas. Supernatural wouldn’t be the same without the beloved Angel.

Ben or Claire? Claire. Hated Ben just as well as Lisa.

Jody or Donna? Jody, but god damn would I miss Donna a whole helluva lot.

Sam or Dean? If I HAD to choose. Like life or death had to choose, I’d pick Sam, because you know that Sam’s going to bring Dean back anyway.

I’m gonna tag: @amanda-teaches @taste-of-dean @impalaimagining @deanssweetheart23

The Voicemail of Steven Universe

Summary: “Hi, you’ve reached the voicemail of Steven Universe. Sorry I missed you, I’m probably out on a mission. Leave a message, and uh, I’ll get back to you soon. Love you, bye!”

After he was taken, Connie would call Steven, if only to hear his voice one more time. Sometimes, she left messages.

[Also on AO3, under the username: timeisweird. Chapter masterpost here]

Chapter 3: Bargaining

For what was probably the third time that day, Connie stared at her phone in her hands, finger hovering over Steven’s contact. She still didn’t know why she was calling. It wasn’t comforting to leave the messages. It only made the pain worse, like putting hand sanitizer on a paper cut.

(If you could possibly compare losing your only friend to getting a papercut)

And yet, she still found herself dialing his number regularly.

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Aquarius turned to me and said, “If you had just put yourself together before all this, we would have had our shit together and we would’ve been happy.. Now you’re standing here, and looking back at what could have been. You’re too late.”

Aries turned to me with a smirk on her face and said, “For months I waited. You, you were busy dealing with some other shit, pointless shit and you pushed me away and how DARE you come back and tell me you miss me.”

Cancer grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, gritting her teeth and said, “You motherfucking asshole. I thought to myself you would be different. I trusted myself around you, you were the world to me. Why are you doing this to me?”

Capricorn crossed her arms and slowly she shook her head and said, “I tried to look at the bigger picture and accepted it. Yet, you’re standing here and..” suddenly tears rolled down her cheek. “How many more do I have to endure and meet to finally find some peace..”

Gemini raised her head and smiled at me and said, “I know what you’re thinking. You thought that I’d see you and I’d go weak in the knees, and cry and cling to you and tell you much I missed you?” Her body shakes and slowly she turned her head away. “You’re wrong. Absolutely wrong.”

Leo laughed with tears in her eyes and said, “You think you could come and tell me that you missed me after I have finally got myself together. You’re artistic. Brilliant performance, yours truly. Look, I may be a fool but I know my worth..”

Libra placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t blame yourself about what happened. We seemed to have gone distant, and it wasn’t just you. So it’s best that we shouldn’t dwell on it. Look at me. We’re okay..” A tear rolls down her cheek. “I..I’m okay.”

Pisces turned to me, with tears in her eyes and said, “How could you. You made me fall in love with you, and you brought up so much promises that you said you’ll keep, but what the hell is this. I sacrificed alot for you. I changed and shaped myself for you, and I was so stupid..”

Sagittarius finally looked up and stared at me and said, “I thought every possible outcome and yet, I seem to be staring at the past and what I feel right now is closure. You were good to me, but I’m sorry if I wasn’t good for you. I’ve done nothing but cared for you. I guess you weren’t ready..”

Scorpio turned to me and said, “I’m over it. I’m happy now. You could’ve been with me but noo, you fucked it up. I mean, boy, oh boy I was so wrong about you..”

Taurus slowly pulled herself away from and looked into my eyes, “Today’s the last time you’ll get to hold me. Would you even care? I doubt it. But I wished things didn’t happen the way it was, but it was good. We were good…”

Virgo exhaled and looked back at me and said, “I told you before that I was planning something big for us. You were always a part of my plans, and you just happened to drift off into your own world again, leaving me to fend off for myself. How do you think I felt? It felt like talking to a wall. I was so ready for the unthinkable. Sadly, we’re 5 years late. You’re late. I’m still going to go through with my plans..” She slowly turned around. “But you’re not in my plans anymore.”

—  Reaching out once more
Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Throwback to that time James made Aleks laugh so hard he fucked up his progress