Alright, since you already know the great “Keebstar”, let me introduce you to:

Hey guys, Pyrokawa here

Holy Shit it´s Kaify


Of course we can´t forget our special guest….

Hey what´s up, it´s Scoshi here

  • Sakura:Doesn't it bother you, Naruto?
  • Naruto:Huh???
  • Sakura:That Sasuke doesn't have a romantic bone in his body?
  • Naruto:... -Thinks about all the times Sasuke has jumped in to save him. How he always leaves him dinner, even if he's going to be out. How he leaves post-it notes letting him know where he is so he doesn't worry and get upset. How he holds him through his panic attacks. The way he puts his hand on the small of his back when he's stressed. The way he doesn't force him to celebrate his birthday. The way he don't have to say a word but Sasuke knows exactly what he can't say. The way he tangles their legs together in bed, even when his feet are cold because Sasuke hates it when his feet are cold. The way he looks at him when he thinks he's not looking...-
  • Naruto:... -Secret smile-
  • Sakura:What?
  • Naruto:We do okay.

why yall so upset with johnny being dj johnny leave him alone if thats what he wants to do let him do it like.. he’s gonna debut in nct… just not right now… i hope he doesn’t read comments like that honestly… it’s really discouraging to hear yall be like “………..anyway when is he debuting in nct” that’s not all there is to johnny just be supportive and wait patiently… johnny wouldn’t like to see messages like that… he’d wanna see supportive messages for whatever he decides to do


Copa del Rey - R321: Prep for Cultural Leonesa | October 24-26, 2016
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- Mon, Oct 24 {}
  ⌞ Recovery session for Sunday’s starters except Kroos, Marcelo, Ronaldo
  ⌞ Silva back for 1st time since arrhythmia detected in July (424 days since last RM session)
  ⌞ Recoveries for Ramos, Casemiro; Modrić began solo work
- Tue, Oct 25 {1} {2} {3} {4} {5}
  ⌞ Bale out with flu; Casemiro, Ramos continued recoveries
  ⌞ Individual circuit session for Modrić

Call-ups (16 players)
- In: Coentrão, Mariano
- Out: Casemiro, Modrić, Ramos (injury) | Bale, Benzema, Marcelo, Navas, Ronaldo (rest)

- Preview {} | Press conference
{1} {2} | Arrival {} | Autographs {}
- Kickoff: Wed, Oct 26 at 9pm CEST ✈

The wind

A/N: a little ghost story to get in the spirit.

Nursey and Dex were in the attic. It was late, or early, depending who you asked, and Dex had just climbed into bed. He’d tried his best not to wake Nursey, asleep on the bottom bunk, but the bed was rickety. It was dark. He couldn’t help a little noise. When he got situated, however, Nursey’s breathing was still soft and slow. Dex rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and finally allowed his mind to wander to something that wasn’t the genetics exam he had in the morning.

Dex thought of ice, cold wafting off it, the sharp sound of skates scraping over it. He thought of the exhaustion and sweat and happiness that came after skating suicides. Sunlight just barely beginning to shine through the windows of Faber. Broad shoulders and curly hair and a weary, contented smile to match his own. The laugh that bubbled out of him as the chirps flew back and forth. Happiness and belonging, at long last.

Dex was on the cusp of sleep, walking the knife’s edge between wakefulness and slumber, when he heard it; the soft, far away tones of the Backstreet Boys.

Dex’s eyes snapped open. He stared at the cracked paint of the wall in front of him, straining to hear the music.

“All you people can’t you see, can’t you see,” he heard float up from the direction of the bathroom at the base of the stairs. There was a rustling in the closet. Sweat broke out across his brow. Dex struggled to calm his breathing.

There was no reason to be reacting like something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. Everyone was asleep. The room was dark. There was a gentle October drizzle pattering softly on the window, and Nursey was snoring softly below him, but other than that it was silent, still.

Because there was no music. Dex was imagining it. He’d listened to that song this morning. It was just his brain remembering. It was a good song. Dopamine and all that.

Dex had managed to roll his eyes at himself and calm the fuck down when there was a breath and a giggle right next to his ear.

Dex yelped and jerked away, rocking the bed and making it hit the wall with a thud.

Nursey’s quiet snores cut off. He was quiet a moment, then he said, “Are you alright up there?”

“Yes,” Dex said, as obnoxiously as he could. He turned on his other side and closed his eyes.

There were a few minutes where everything was normal. Dex drifted off again.

Then something squeezed his butt cheek.

“What the fuck,” he yelled. He threw off his sheets and jumped off the bed, foregoing the ladder. He felt the impact of his heels hitting the wooden floor in his teeth.

“Dex?” Nursey asked, alarmed. When Dex turned around, Nursey was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes.


“What’s wrong?”

“I need to ask you something, and I need you to not chirp me.”

“I can’t make any promises…” Nursey trailed off. It was a chirp in itself, but Dex went on.

“SomethingjustgrabbedmybuttcanIsleepwithyoutonight,” he said in a rush, cheeks dark, eyes cast to the side.

Nursey was stunned. He took a moment to regain his bearings, then said, “You want to sleep with me because…” His eyebrows were raised. One corner of his mouth was turned up. Dex was making this way too easy for him.

“Something just touched my butt,” Dex said, enunciating, training his gaze on the ceiling. He huffed a breath, making his bangs float up from his forehead and back down again. He needed a haircut.

“What touched your butt?” Nursey asked, eyebrows raised. Dex didn’t really care, because he also scooched over and lifted the covers as he did it so.

Dex dove under the blankets and pulled them quickly over himself. Nursey extended an arm across the bed, and Dex laid his head on it. They faced each other, a few inches separating their noses. “I don’t fucking know,” Dex whispered.

“The ghosts?” Nursey asked with faux seriousness. Dex almost believed it, but his eyes weren’t as somber as the rest of him; they were tight around the edges, as though he were laughing.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Dex said indignantly. He tried his best to look down his nose at Nursey, but it was kind of hard while laying horizontal, with so little space between them.

“Then what was it?”

“I don’t know. The wind.”

“The wind.”

“Yeah, the wind.”

“The wind touched your butt.”


“… grabbed your butt.”


“… your butt.”

They looked at each other a moment. Nursey’s eyes danced.

“Stop talking about my butt,” Dex said gravely.

Nursey leaned forward and whispered, “The wind grabbed your butt.”

Dex heaved a sigh, rolled his eyes, and launched himself on top of Nursey. He forced an arm under his neck to get him in a headlock. Nursey shoved a knee in his stomach and flipped them over, straddling his legs and holding an arm down with his knee. He had Dex’s other arm in his hands. He looked down at Dex, breathing heavily.

“Fucking – “ Dex said, wiggling under Nursey. “Shit, I – Don’t you – Nurse, don’t you fucking dare.”

Nursey raised Dex’s hand, grinning madly.

“Fuck you, Nurse.”

Nursey slapped Dex’s cheek with his own hand. He did it again. And again. “Looks like you should fuck yourself, Poindexter. I’m not the one smacking you.”

“You’re a child.”

“Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself.”

“Come on, Nurse. It’s fucking 3:00 in the morning.”

“So you should stop hitting yourself.”

“Jesus Christ, get off me!” Dex roared, rocking his entire body and throwing Nursey off balance. Nursey fell to the side, and Dex took the opportunity to climb back on top of him.

“The Son and I do share an uncanny resemblance, but alas, – “

“Shut the fuck up,” Dex said. He dropped down and kissed Nursey, shoved his tongue in his mouth so the only sound he could make was a surprised “hmm” in the back of his throat.

Nursey kissed back and Dex eased up. They went on, soft, warm mouths meeting and falling apart like the tide. Dex felt crackly in his shoulders and knees. Strong hands ran down his spine and grabbed his ass.

Dex moaned.

Nursey pulled back to say, “Calm down, Poindexter. It’s just the wind.”

Dex may or may not have strangled him.