this actually worked out better than i thought


HEY IT’S A (really late) VALENTINE’S DAY SEQUEL TO THIS! You should really look at that to understand what’s going on, but as a quick backstory to this, Adrien found out the scarf he thought his dad gave him was from Marinette, it upset him too much so he gave it back to her.

And then I hated that it was just angst so I made this to make up for it? What started as a one page thing turned into a too-many-pages thing. Hence being like… 2 weeks later for V-day. Oh well! Enjoy!

Also, as for what Marinette actually got Adrien…


I really wanted to try doing a more realistic portrait again so I used my beloved DnD character, Marf the Monk. 

TONS of new experimenting in one drawing! Especially coloring, brush use, and lighting. I’m really hype because I finally got the “colorizing a black and white painting” to work out and while the grayscale may have taken ~10 hours to shade, it only took about one hour to color! I’m definitely going to practice this method some more because I’d love to be able to offer examples of this style for commissions.

I really do believe that at least part of the problem of people distrusting science has to do with how we as scientists portray ourselves.

We have actively created a system where we derive authority from being seen as better/smarter/more competent than everyone else and then when people ask why they should trust us we respond with a very condescending version of ‘because SCIENCE IS FACT’ or something along those lines.

Like, consider how that would feel from the outside? Here are a small group of people who you have never met/interacted with who sequester themselves in impenetrable ~elite institutions that you can’t access and don’t feel party to who then tell you that what they say is fact because they’re smarter and better educated than you. And if you ever try to question them (no matter how reasonable your objections may be/seem to you) they condescendingly pat you on the head and say something like ‘don’t worry we know better. you can’t possibly understand what we do.’

Why the hell would you trust them? 

No one likes being told that they’re not smart enough to understand something, and no one likes feeling excluded from something they’ve essentially been asked to accept sight unseen. 

I don’t really have a solution to this, except some vague notion about working harder to portray scientists as people working a job, rather than geniuses who are above it all. 

And like trying harder to understand where people are coming from when they question science. And remembering that being better educated than most doesn’t make us smarter than most. It just makes us better trained in certain types of thinking.

I just think we need to keep in mind what we are asking of people. Which is to put a whole hell of a lot of faith in us.


all facts you see here have been seen or said in his videos. they all come from many different videos, so please don’t ask me for the source, because i won’t remember.  Also, some of these may be incorrect, dont kill me. i might update this post once in a while when i learn new things, but ah.


  • Is only just below 5′10, making him shorter by Mark (5′9 and a half maybe?)
  • Despite being Irish, he hates getting drunk, but will drink cans or cups of beer sometimes during videos, usually the long one hour ones.
  • A while back, around the time when Jack was with his korean girlfriend, he wanted to move to Korea and be an English teacher for children.
  • He can still speak Korean.
  • Jack has a scar above his left eye where the football hit him (aka the septic eye), you can see it in his eyebrow.
  • Has a degree in hotel management, but studied sound design as well.
  • Around the age of 16-17, he went through the punk phase, meaning he got his ears pierced, listened to punk music, wore black, went to mosh pits, and even had his own band for a while.
  • Jack actually meant to get gauges a size smaller than 8mm, but the people at the piercing place told him no one was in that specialised in those piercing sizes and asked him if he wanted to a size higher (8mm) so he said “fuck it” and got them. The reason he still has the holes is because if you go 8mm and over, the holes won’t reseal.
  • Since Jack had to learn hotel management, he had to learn how to clean hotel rooms, in the correct order. (theres an order of what you have to clean first, apparently.)
  • Lost his virginity at the age of 16.
  • Has VERY dirty humor, but when getting on to the topic of sex in video games he gets very embarrassed.
  • Hasn’t smoked weed.
  • Jack was actually meant to get on Mark’s roof to do that “TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA LADDIES” in that one RYC of Mark’s, but Mark forgot about it so it never happened.
  • Played Bugsy Malone when he was younger. (just imagine bby jack trying to imitate a new yorker accent…)
  • Likes Simon Stalenhag’s artwork. (i agree, it’s really, really aesthetically pleasing.)
  • Doesn’t draw, but he owns a small drawing tablet from his Drawing Your Tweets series.
  • Despite having a fear of heights, as a child, Jack would climb up trees for HOURS, as in, he would climb up trees and then climb back down and repeat the whole process.
  • Does not like the idea of blood being taken out of his body, it creeps him out.
  • Might be allergic to cats. He says this because every time he touches a cat he starts sneezing a lot.
  • Is the youngest of five.
  • Seems to really like robots, he has said he really likes The Iron Giant or Wall-E, and gets really happy when he plays video games based on robots.
  • Really likes voice acting.
  • Had rlly chubby cheeks as a baby
  • If you look closely you can see that Jack’s mustache has a red tinge unlike his beard. 
  • Use to work out A LOT but stopped not long before he started youtube, little leprachaun had GAINS
  • Wishes he could be good at acting.
  • When Jack dressed up all nice n fancy for the SXSW gaming awards, he mentioned he actually has another suit he would have used, but went with the blue one instead. The other one was grey.
  • Buys a lot of childrens toys because he generally likes them and wants to own them. Usually most of the time he’ll see a toy in a window and be like “I want that.”
  • In 2014, Jack actually had a roommate named Killian, Killian was in a few videos, including this , this , and this. Killian eventually moved out.
  • Jack was given an opportunity to be apart of Youtube Rewind of 2015, but turned it down since he had things to do and didn’t have time to fly out to America.
  • Would like his own dog to have in the apartment.
  • Jack actually doesn’t have much of an Irish accent, it’s actually very, very subtle compared to other Irish accents. Like Ross, for example.
  • Jack is actually able to get his voice incredibly deep considering his natural voice, a lot of professional voice actors aren’t able to achieve that.
  • Wishes he can start working out again so he starts getting healthy again.
  • Jack is actually, believe it or not, not a whale biologist. I’m only putting this here because i fuckING THOUGHT HE WAS FOR A WHOLE YEAR.
  • Takes his coffee black with two sugars.
  • Jack’s actual reason why he doesn’t sleep other than thats it’s only for the weak, is that he really doesn’t see the point, he thinks that the time for sleeping could be used for better things. I also remember him mentioning once that since he’s in the same timezone as felix, some times he would skype felix and just talk to him. Idk whether he still does that. 
  • Has a silver tooth, whether it’s a filling or he was born w/ it, it’s there.
  • Had very dark pink hair around the same time when he started his punk phase, theres no photos of it unfortunately.
  • Jack doesn’t have his drivers license, he regrets not getting it when he had the chance because the rules in Ireland have become a lot more harder.
  • Since Jack doesn’t wear gauges anymore, instead he puts shit like clothes hangers, keychains, hand sanitizer clips, and even MORE stuff in the holes. 
  • Doesn’t have proper functional sweat glands. I always wondered why he didn’t seem so sweaty in vive videos or on panels. Instead he gets a rash.
  • In a video, Ian (Idubbz) asked Jack for some pubes.. and well, Jack did.
  • Was a fan of k-pop once, but that was a while back.
  • Hasn’t gotten sick in years.
  • HATED studying in music theory when he was in college
  • When he used to live in the cabin, by his house, there lived a little shetland pony that was in a video once.
  • Favorite birthday was his 7th, he even knew the presents he got were hand-me downs but recalls it to still be the best time.
  • Sometimes, Jack gets these awkward moments where if he walks through a doorway and it feels odd he’ll have to step through it again for it to be equal, same with when he balls one fist he has to ball the other.
  • Used to cut his own hair.
  • There is a vine of him which he filmed in college.
  • Here is a video of Jack voice-acting a detective saying a ton of puns for one of Robin’s animations
  • Has an awful gag reflex. Once stuck his thumb in his mouth and gagged.

Bruce finding out about Ra’s Al Ghul harassing Tim the whole Red Robin series: 

After Bruce came back from being lost in time, he and the rest of the Batfamily are sitting in the batcave to go over everything he missed, when Tim casually mentions how he took down the League of Assassins. Bruce of course freaks out. 

“Wait, you mean to tell me you took down Ra’s Al Ghul by yourself? How’d you manage that?" 

"Well I mean, he trusted me enough to let me close to his stuff after working with him for a while, so-" 

"Wait wait wait you worked with Ra’s? Tim wtf he sucks I thought I raised you better than this" 

"No duh, I wasn’t actually working for him, just making him think I was. After all, he had already been harassing me for weeks about being his new heir and all, and then after I dismantled his operation he sent some creepy lady to rape me because he wanted a new kid since Damian’s on our side. But anyways when we fought I didn’t care about winning I just needed to distract him enough and he kind of kicked me out a window but then Dick saved me before I went splat all over the pavement and then they finally started believing me about you being alive so it’s all good now." 

And Tim just smiles as Bruce scowls. After a minute he gets up, grabbing his coat. 

"Uh, Bruce? Where ya going?" 


Jason looks over and cranes his neck to see Bruce grabbing a bat and a couple hammers. "Oh yeah he’s gonna kill Ra’s. HAVE FUN BRUCE!" 

And then Bruce stalks out of the house, about to have a little chat with Ra’s to show him what happens when you mess with one of his kids. 

The Office

AN//: hello dis is 4u. I made it. special thx to my friend @rogueimagination for givin me writing advice and givin me da courage 2 post. plss let me kno what u think !!! much love <3

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + Reader

Word Count: 3364

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by fandoms-always

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

“I guess what I’m saying is… we should see other people.”

I bit my lip hard and held back tears. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but nothing seemed to make sense. Weren’t we happy together? I guess not. Because here I am, getting dumped.

What did I do? Why doesn’t he like me anymore? Did he even like me to begin with? There must be another girl. No, he would never cheat.

I lifted the corners of my lips as much as I could without falling apart.

“Yes, I think that would be best too,” I lied. Not wanting to look pathetic by overreacting and breaking down, but also wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

I turned away but found myself glancing back at him one last time.

“Goodbye Dylan.”

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cinequeen replied to your post “I actually don’t mind the animations, they are upgraded from Mass…”

it’s also important to remember that Bioware is using the Frostbite engine for the first time, so that introduces a whole new slew of problems for them to deal with. It will obviously look better than ME3 but we have to be mindful that it still won’t live up to our wildest expectations - hopefully in future games they’ll work out the kinks with the new engine and we’ll all get the Mass Effect animations and character creation we dream of having

Wait I thought the Frostbite engine was used for DAI? 

thedarkstrategist replied to your post “I actually don’t mind the animations, they are upgraded from Mass…”

It’s also important to remember that most if not all the cutscenes in the latest of naughty dogs games are mocapped. Bioware has to scan a model’s face and then animate every move it makes. Give the resource at their disposal, I think it looks great.

Yeah, it looks nice for the most part :)


After reblogging that cosplay post the other day, I got a major urge to throw together some closet costumes (and dig out my old Daryl one) before making a start on today’s comic work

Azurite (Logan)

I have officially hopped onto the Steven Universe train and become utter trash. What better way to celebrate than to draw Sanders Sides as gems? 

Here comes Azurite!

Listen here, guys….. I actually really like how this turned out. I know, shocker! 

I decided to use Azurite because I felt the colour scheme would work well for Logan. Well…. Should I do the others too? I hope you guys enjoy!

Now it’s time to tag.

@thatsthat24 @prinxietys @the-prince-and-the-emo @angstymelon @festivesepticeye @doctorshufflepuff @prinanalogicality @clutzyrevolution @peterparkapants @thebrightsun @smolsanders @mira-jadeamethyst @katatles-the-fish @cutie5780 @pansexualroman @aquaphoenixts @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @starlight-sanders @princeyandanxiety @evilmuffin @lampisimportant @fosterdawgfan @prplzorua @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna @prinxietytrash @thedemonsofmysoul @idk-and-idc-and-idr @i-am-me-i-am-sam @romanass @killerfangirl3 @deafinatelyfangirling @prinxietyhell @the-sanders-sides @jetsnacks

I think that’s everyone! Let me know if you wanna be tagged or untagged in the future!

The Sweetest Melody

pairing: philip hamilton x reader
words: 2700
warnings: none i guess unless you count shY PHILIP and this one is just really crappy oh well
summary: reader takes piano lessons from eliza. philip is blown away by her music and the feeling is mutual. this summary explains nothing and i couldn’t find a good gif cri

It had been love at first sight.

From the moment you saw a piano at your church, you knew it was something you wanted to play, to learn, to master. You approached it in awe, your four-year-old eyes shining with childlike wonder. Looking around, you spotted your parents, who were deep in conversation with another couple towards the front door. No one else was around, or so you thought. Straining and reaching with all your might, you managed to get your little legs onto the bench. You looked around, quickly, and hesitantly tapped a key towards the center. A note sounded, abrupt, but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, clear and unique. You pressed on the key again, longer, laughing quietly now.

You experimented with different keys, touching ones low down and high up, holding them for different lengths, even doing three at once, which was quite the task for your small little hands. Your parents’ attention had been attracted by now, and your mother came over quickly.

“(Y/N), dear, I don’t know if you should—”

“Mommy, did you hear? L​​​isten!” You tapped out a short melody that you had made up. Your father had come over at this time as well.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” your father said. “Did you make that up yourself?” You nodded happily.

And that is why you started piano lessons two years later, as soon as your parents could afford to get you a piano and find you a teacher. It took them longer to do the latter, as you had specific standards that you delivered to them in a list. “She has to be kind and funny,” you said. “And she has to like me and want to help me get better.” Your parents could barely hide the twitching in the corners of their mouths as you gravely ticked off all the qualities your teacher needed to have. However, they looked around to see who was teaching locally, and they found you a perfect fit.

A Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton.

You were very excited for your first lesson. Your parents dropped you off at the door and you raced inside, Mrs. Hamilton greeting you. “(Y/N)! How are you, dear?” she cried, giving you a big hug. She smelled like cookies and the flowers in your front yard—peonies, weren’t they? As she led you into her living room, you stopped short in awe. A beautiful grand piano was sitting in the corner, glistening and sleek. It was huge, but you resolved not to let that get to you. She laughed, her bell-like voice sounding in your ears, and once you had recovered from your initial shock, she sat you down on the bench and pulled up a chair next to you.

“Now, (Y/N), this is what I do with everyone for their first lesson. We won’t be playing anything today, but we’re going to get to know each other.” Your face had dropped when you heard you wouldn’t be touching the beautiful keys, but you brightened when you heard the alternative. You loved Mrs. Hamilton already, and couldn’t wait to get to know her more.

She asked you things like how old you were (six), if you were excited to start lessons (yes!), what made you interested in piano (everything; she chuckled at that), and if you had any siblings (no, but your mother was pregnant and you hoped it was a girl). “Now it’s time for you to ask me things,” she said. Ask anything and I’ll most likely answer it.“ You thought hard for a second, then said,

"Do you have any kids?” She smiled.

“I have one right now. His name is Philip and he’s just your age.” You beamed.

“Is he here?”

Mrs. Hamilton frowned. “Yes, but he’s very shy. He’s most likely just in his room like he usually is during lessons. He only comes down when it’s time for him to practice, which is right after your lesson.” You responded with a rather disappointed oh and then asked her about her husband. He was a lawyer and worked for one of the most successful law firms in downtown New York City, which had a daily hour-and-a-half commute. Her father was an important politician as well. It seemed that your new piano teacher was not only sweet but successful.

Your parents heard glowing reviews of how your lesson went and how your teacher was. However, even through all your excitement, you still wanted to meet Philip Hamilton. Your childish desire to make friends your age burned brightly, and every time you went, you kept an eye on the doorway for a peek of him. However, he stayed hidden. The only trace of him you ever got was a small snatch of his voice. Humming. You were too young to question why he didn’t show up. You just figured that he was very shy and left it at that.


Nine years had passed, and you still went to Mrs. Hamilton every Monday, rain or shine. You were her favorite student, or so she said, and you had been going to her for lessons longer than anyone else she taught. Of course, having played for nearly your whole life, you were very advanced and were playing some of the most difficult classical pieces she had. This week, you were working on the third movement of the “Moonlight” Sonata by Beethoven. You were unbelievably excited because he was your favorite composer and you loved that particular work. It took some work, but you quickly caught on and could play it beautifully. You launched yourself into her house emphatically.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hi, Sunshine!” That quickly became her nickname for you as you were always happy and bright when you sat down at a piano. “You ready to go today?”

“Yes, ma'am!” you cried excitedly. “Wait ‘til you hear me play my Beethoven!”

“Warmups first,” she smiled, and you faked a sigh.

“If you insist.”

You stretched your fingers out, cracking your knuckles.

“Ready? Go!” she said, and the two of you began counting in French as you began to play scales. It was something unique that she did, that she’d always done. You thought it was incredibly cool and learned the numbers quickly.

“Sept, huit, neuf,” you finished, and Mrs. Hamilton applauded.

“Well done!” she cried. “Now, let’s see how your Beethoven is going.”

You smiled and picked up your sheet music. Taking a deep breath, you started playing, counting out the measures silently in your head.

She listened to you for a while, then stopped you. “Beautiful!” she said. “But go back to that measure. These notes are supposed to be legato.” She pointed to a group of notes and had you play it until you got it right. “Perfect! Keep going!” You played the rest with relatively small mistakes. But when you finished, Mrs. Hamilton wasn’t looking at you. She was looking at the doorway with a confused expression. She put her forefinger to her mouth and suddenly got up and tiptoed to the door.

“Aha!” she cried. “Found you!” You raised an eyebrow.

She came back into the room, this time with a boy in tow. “This,” she said, “is my oldest, Philip. Philip, say hello to (Y/N). It’s taken you long enough.”

Your eyes widened and you looked awkwardly down at your sheet music. Philip loosened himself from his mother’s grip, frowning slightly. “Hi, (Y/N),” he said to the floor, quietly. All you could see was a tall, strong frame and a face covered by chocolate ringlets.

“Hi, Philip.” He looked up at the sound of your voice and pushed his hair out of his face. You were awestruck for just a moment.

You had seen Mr. Hamilton before, and Philip seemed to have inherited the best traits of both his parents. He had big brown eyes, defined cheekbones, and, surprisingly, a face sprinkled with freckles. They reminded you of stars. And, of course, his hair framed his face in ringlets, a loose curl coming to a stop just above his left eyelid. He was the best-looking boy you’d ever seen.

“Philip, would you care to tell (Y/N) why you were listening to her every note?” His eyes widened as he looked at his mother and he bit his lip nervously.

“Um…well…” he seemed to be rendered speechless, and a bloom of red was spreading across his freckle-dusted cheeks. The reddish tint just served to define his already prominent cheekbones, and you had to breathe deeply to suppress yourself from blushing as well.

“You…uh…sounded really good. It was the best I’ve heard anyone play that song, actually. And Mom’s had a lot of people do it.” Now you really did blush.

“It wasn’t that good,” you said, then inwardly kicked yourself at the stupid response. Wow, I bet he hates me already, you thought. Your fingers began to tap out a scale on your leg, a nervous habit you had acquired.

“Yeah, it was,” he responded, with a shy grin. “You sounded better than I ever have.”

Mrs. Hamilton observed the exchange with a small grin on her face. “Well, dear, your lesson is over,” she told you. “Wonderful work!” She handed you the music for next time, and you went out into the foyer to put on your shoes. You intentionally spent a long time tying up your shoes. You wanted to hear Philip play.

He sang in French along with his mother, and your eyebrows shot up. His voice was—well, the only way you could describe it was pretty. It never wavered and was sure, confident. But if you were impressed by his voice, all thoughts of it were swept away when you heard him play. You recognized the song—Prelude No. 1 in C Major. A piece by Bach. Your jaw dropped and you were motionless for a moment. But you shook yourself a minute later. You couldn’t draw suspicion, and you reluctantly stepped onto the pretty, flowered porch, closing the door behind you.

Philip never hesitated to come in now. You had told him that you didn’t mind if he listened to you play. If it made him happy, he should do it.

When you came back a few weeks later, Philip was in the living room, engaged in a heated argument with his mother.

“But, Mom, that’s just creepy! Why would she do that? I don’t even know her!”

“Philip, you’ve been listening to her play for five years!”

You nearly dropped your music.

“Mom, that means nothing! I’ve just been listening to her because she’s the most talented person I’ve ever heard. Even if I tried not to listen, it wouldn’t work! Her playing just…draws me.”

You had to sit down at this point, your mind too numb to start untying your shoes.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problems with doing this. Just do it for me. Please? I might even have you two play at the next recital.”

A sigh. “Fine.”

You heard her coming and quickly ran to the door, pretending like you had just come in.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hello there! Have I got a surprise for you!” she exclaimed, excited.

“Really? What is it?”

“I was talking with Philip, and he’d be willing to play a duet with you for the next recital! Would that be okay?”

“Uh—sure! Yeah! That’d be great!”

“Oh, wonderful! Come in!”

You took off your shoes quickly and entered the living room. Philip was already sitting on the bench, looking worried. He looked up when he saw you, his face reddening again.

“Hey,” you said. He responded likewise. Mrs. Hamilton bustled around, gathering music and laying it in front of the two of you. After she was satisfied with the arrangement of everything, she clapped her hands.

“Go ahead!”

Philip looked at you and shrugged. You shrugged back and began to play.

The song was pretty, a piece by Strauss. It required yours and Philip’s hands to cross often, and you bit your lip in equal parts concentration and nervousness. Every time your wrists touched, sparks went up your arm and you had to work hard to keep yourself from falling behind. It seemed like forever, but you neared the end. Philip finished his part, and you played the last few chords. You looked up, breathless, and grinned at him. He smiled back, a crooked, laughing quirk that sent your heart racing and leaping into your throat, an expanding in your chest, a good hurt.

Mrs. Hamilton looked on. She saw the way Philip smiled at you, how he followed your every movement as you finished out the song. Something deep within her, something maternal, was grieving silently. Her son was growing up. He was already taller than his father and just as strong. She knew it would be a matter of time before he began to be interested in girls, and she was overjoyed that he seemed to have chosen you as the object of his affections, but that one part of her ached.

“That was beautiful,” she cried, blinking away a tear. “I’ll definitely have the two of you perform that at the next recital.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton,” you said.

“I have to find you some music,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” However, something in her eyes told you that she was leaving the two of you for a different reason. Her skirts disappeared from the doorway, and you and Philip were alone with your silence. You looked shyly up at him, but he was fiddling with his hands, weaving his fingers in and out of each other.

“You did really good,” you said, at the same time he blurted, “I have something to say.” You both were startled for a second, but then you laughed and he cracked a grin, which made your heart jump all over again.

“Go ahead,” you told him. He nodded and took a deep breath.

“All right. You’re probably going to think I’m strange, but please, just hear me out.” You watched him intently.

“I’ve always been shy. I’ve never liked meeting people because I’ve always thought they wouldn’t like me. But that changed when I first saw you come here for lessons, about five years ago. I was looking out the window of my bedroom and I saw a car pull up and you stepped out. I could see you well enough that I could form the opinion that you looked like such a friendly, approachable person. I just wanted to be your friend.

"Every week after that, I watched you come in and get picked up. You always had a huge grin on your face and greeted your parents with a wave and a lot of happiness. It wasn’t until five years ago that I realized I had fallen in love with your smile. That’s when I became interested in your music. When I heard you for the first time, I was blown away. It made sense that someone with such amazing energy and optimism could create equally wonderful music. I’d never talked to you; I was too shy, but just the same, I had the biggest crush on you.

"I knew you’d never even seen me, but I couldn’t help but fall in even more. I’m just grateful I got to meet you after all these years. You’re as wonderful a person as I’d imagined you’d be.” He fell quiet then, and you stared at him in shock.

“Oh my god.”

He looked devastated. “I’m so sorry! I just thought you would want to know. I’ve probably ruined everything now, haven’t I?” He put his head in his hands.

“Philip, no,” you told him, gently prying away his fingers. “It’s probably stupid since I haven’t known you for very long, but I feel the same way. Ever since I was six, I wanted to meet you. And you’re everything I thought you would be.” His eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief.



Philip took your hand.

And outside the door, in the kitchen, Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton smiled through her tears. 

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Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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I tried my best to not let Sehun’s dismissive attitude towards me affect me. I told myself repeatedly that I did not care anymore and that I should just focus on my relationship with Baekhyun and work extra hard with my job.

I thought maybe it was just Sehun having a bad day, but I was proven wrong since he had remained that way for the past few days.

Also, this was the time of the year when work was the most stressful which didn’t help lift his mood either. I could see that he was stressed out. He had a permanent frown stuck on his face and everybody has been whispering to each other that he had become a lot more snappy recently.

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D.O – Nothing Changed

Characters: D.O x You

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1321

A/N: [7/9] Just two more to go. I think I will start another series, but I’m not quite sure yet. Any ideas or suggestions?

“Nothing has changed, and nothing will.”

One of the most embarrassing things fully grown adults could face was not being able to look after themselves probably. 

I couldn’t cook for my life. 

My backing skills were far more decent and while I would love to live off cake and cookies, it was just too unhealthy. I needed to either marry someone who can cook or learn it myself. And because I am not the most social person out there who has a great interest in dating, the only open option would be learning it somehow.

The internet was not helping much and the receipt books were also problematic. I mean, I nearly burned my whole kitchen because I couldn’t understand the next instruction and forget that I had something on the stove. Sad, I know.

So I desperately hoped that the new cooking class would help me with my incapability. Or help me with getting to know some dishes at least. I didn’t want to be a master chef now, but at least learn some simple things that would be delicious and satiating.

However, the class didn’t just help me with that it made me meet someone who wouldn’t even think of letting me go again. In a different situation that could actually sound cute, adorable or romantic. But in my situation, it wasn’t.

Do Kyungsoo was the name of my partner in class. He was not very tall, but well built with an exceptional fashion taste and handsome face. He wasn’t one who talked a lot though, for a fact, he never really answered any of my advances of getting to know him. It was hard to adapt to him altogether because he was more of a lone wolf. He did everything on his own, while I could just watch his work on the sideline.

But it sure was weird. I thought that only people who didn’t know how to cook would take part in such a class. Do Kyungsoo was far more skilled than the actual teacher. I often gazed at how he did certain things and tried to follow everything he was doing, it sure helped way better than trying to do it alone.

I don’t even know when he started to notice me watching him but one day – right before he was about to cut the vegetables – he held the knife out for me to take. Since then he would rather make me do simple things, while he watched my progress. If I was too slow in doing something he would take over for me. And throughout our interactions, we grew closer, both emotionally and physically. It was weird. At first, he never said anything and only uttered a word for me to understand what he actually wants, but that changed into short sentences and then full conversations.

Whenever we finished a dish, we would share it and get to know each other more while eating. It went on with the normal talks until he offered to walk me home. It evolved in small meet ups during the time of no classes, to small cooking dates in either his or my apartment. Sometimes we even took the food we cooked in a class home to eat it there more privately.

We started to date sometime after. It was nice, he was nice. His adorable smile, gentle hugs, soft kisses. I never knew that I needed someone as much as I needed him. I felt like I was living in a dream, or movie where everything was all sunshine and rainbows without any fear of anything.

It was bliss to be with him, around him. That I didn’t really know what his profession didn’t even really bother me. I was to head over heels in love with him to regard something like this with importance. Yet I should have asked at least.

Kyungsoo revealed it to me himself. Not on accident and not because I came behind it. But because he thought that it was the right time for me to know, a time where I would have already such strong feelings I would need a lot more time, a harder time to think about leaving him and then really doing it.

It was the early evening when we arrived from on of our dates to spend the rest of the day together watching movies. But the moment I saw those items on the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room, I froze in horror.

It was a shirt lying there, stained with red – blood – together with two guns and a batch.

I wasn’t dumb, I knew the sign of one of the most dangerous mafia gangs around. Everyone knew who EXO was, first what their sign looks like, where their territory was and how dangerous they really were. The police always advisers to run away first and be safe whenever they sighted a member and then call them for help. EXO was known for being too skilled, unforgiving and ruthless.

The moment I turned towards Kyungsoo, he had an expressionless face on while mine was pale. I couldn’t really believe that someone like Kyungsoo would be involved in the underground scene, especially in EXO. At first, maybe. But not after getting to know him, seeing his warm and gentle side.

“Sit down, Iseul.” He spoke his tone light yet with such a strange force and such a dominance that I found myself following his command without even a second delay. “I know that this is a serious situation, but it’s time for you to know what I am doing for a living.”

“You are in EXO.” I breathed out, not having really progressing how.

He broke out into a smile. “Smart.” He chuckled. “I am not just any member, I am the head of the mafia, I am the boss.”

I wanted to leave, I needed to leave that moment.  I felt suffocated like I couldn’t breathe.

I needed time for myself before I would do anything too rashly. Before I would regret any decision in the future.

I didn’t know what would hurt more; staying together with a mafia boss that kills and threatens people on a daily basis, or leaving the love of my life.

It was just a bit time I wanted to have at the moment to be able to sort out the thoughts floating in my head, just some alone time.

He didn’t allow it. For him, being in the mafia boss changed nothing. I was still his, still loved him. His job was just another fact that wasn’t relevant in the equation. And while that wasn’t a part of the character but one’s lifestyle, it didn’t have any importance, not to him.

He was party right, of course, it wasn’t a part of his character, not the part he showed to me at least. Yet there was somewhere his dark side that was fully the mafia boss of EXO. His strong dominance, the darkness in his eyes when someone angered him, the calm death oozing off him.  This revelation was surely a part of his life and his lifestyle. If I wanted to be a part of his life, that fact would also be a part of my life. I needed to live with that, to accept that he would always stay a mafia boss. And then? What about the future? What about all his enemies and all the dangers? Especially after we create a family? What then?

Before I could even stand up to retreat and walk out of the door, Kyungsoo stood in front of me. His look was calm and composed, his eyes were unwavering though.

“I’m not letting you leave, Iseul.” His face was stoic, his voice holding an authority that was warning me. “You belonged to me before knowing and you belong to me now. Nothing has changed, and nothing will.”

EXO Mafia Boss One Shot Series Masterlist


Summary: Confession of feelings and semi-awkward first date with Leonard McCoy.

Warnings: Nope


“So, what are you up to this evening?” you asked when you caught up with him.

“Well, I would study for that tactics exam but Jim’s probably going to try to drag me out to a bar,” he shrugged.

“Do you want to come by my place?”

“Don’t you have plans with what’s his face?”

“Nah, I turned him down.”

Leonard looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. “He’s been hitting on you for nearly two weeks.”

“Your point?”

“Have you just bene stringing him along?”

“I’ve been turning him down every time he asks me out. Not my fault he’s persistent.”

“You should go out with him. He clearly likes you and seems like a decent guy.”

“And I don’t like him. I have my eye on someone else.”

“Oh, do you now? Why haven’t asked him out?”

“Because it’s not time to yet,” you answered before splitting off from him. “See you at seven?”

“Yeah, unless Jim physically drags me out,” he called after you.

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Requested: hiii could you do an imagine where y/n is an actress, and she and shawn are know to be best friends in the entertainment industry and everyone ships them but they keep saying their just friends and stuff. just super best friends goals kind of thing. thank youuuuu! 💞


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“You’re really coming?” You ask Shawn, as you stare at his face through your phone.

“Yes, y/n,” He chuckles, “I’m coming.”

“Tomorrow?” You clarify, still not fully believing that he isn’t playing some sort of cruel trick on you.

“Yes.” He says, “I’ll be there by tomorrow night.” 

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hatakefran  asked:

RFA + V + Saeran breakup with MC? Make it as angsty as possible, yes?

Name spoiler in 707′s


  • You noticed him becoming a bit more distant with you, but you never thought he’d actually dump you.
  • “MC… I just…… It’s not working out. I don’t feel the same way about you now that I did when we first met.”
  • “What…?”
  • He was quiet for a moment, but then he said those words that you were so scared to hear.
  • “We should break up.”
  • “A-Are you sure…?”
  • He brought his arms closer to the rest of his body, then nodded.
  • “Yes. This relationship isn’t working. I don’t love you like I used to and I think you deserve better than that. It’d be better for both of us if we stop seeing each other like this.”
  • When he saw the tears in your eyes, he added, “I hope we can still stay friends.”
  • You gasped. You love him. You love him so fucking much. You’d never want to loose your best friend, but he just broke your heart without any regret? And? He wanted to stay friends??
  • “Hyun….” You couldn’t think of what to say. You were too focused on not crying, but failed in the end. Once the tears started coming, they didn’t stop.
  • “B-But…..” For a little bit, you both sat there. “I love you….” You said quietly, knowing how pathetic you must sound to him.
  • “I know.. I ju-”
  • “You know!? Then how the hell are you so emotionless while saying this? If you want to ‘stay friends,’ how the hell can you break my heart and not care?!”
  • Zen only stared at you. You’d never yelled at him before, and he’s never seen you cry so hard. Sometime during your outburst, your hands ended up on top of the table. Zen’s fingers lightly brushed against yours after he saw that your hands were shaking, but you quickly jerked away from him.
  • “If you wanted to be my friend, you wouldn’t hurt me like this.”
  • When you got back to Rika’s apartment that night, you couldn’t stop crying. You never really liked staying there in the first place, but now that you were there because you couldn’t sleep in Zen’s bed, it felt even worse.
  • Jumin let him have it.


  • You weren’t about to let some sloppy kiss Yoosung shared with some random at a party destroy your relationship with him.
  • You knew he was a lightweight, so he got drunk pretty quickly. People do stupid shit when they’re drunk. You remember Zen telling you about one time you got really drunk and gave him a lap dance.
  • But one night as the two of you sat together to eat your takeout, you asked him about it.
  • “MC, you know I’d never try to hurt you, right?”
  • “Yoosung…. Of course, but-”
  • “Then you know that I didn’t kiss them to hurt you… and I’m not trying to hurt you with what I say next.”
  • “Wha-”
  • “MC, I want to break up.”
  • “O-oh.”
  • He refused to make eye contact with you for a bit, but when his hands balled into fists and he brought his face up to look at you, your face was blank. You were too shocked to react.
  • “MC…?”
  • “Why?”
  • “We’re different people than when we met. We don’t get along as well anymore and… I don’t know… I just don’t feel like we work out together. I’m not happy like this.”
  • Your thumb began to play with the ring on your left hand.
  • “You don’t love me anymore..?”
  • “No, MC. I just-”
  • “It’s fine.”
  • He wasn’t able to say what he wanted, because for some reason, his brain wouldn’t attach to his mouth. He just sat there stuttering as you cried.
  • “I’ll be back in a while I guess.”
  • “MC, I’m not kicking you out. You should s-”
  • “Trust me, you don’t want to be under the same roof as me for a while.”
  • You knew there was a limit to your calmness, and you preferred to not let him see you when that limit was reached.
  • You slowly unlocked the front door, but turned around to grab his hand before you walked out. You slipped the ring that you’d taken off of your finger into his hand, and closed his fingers around it.
  • You didn’t want to burden anyone, so you figured that going back to Rika’s apartment was your best bet.
  • You couldn’t stop wondering what you did wrong. What you could have done to make him so unhappy with your relationship.
  • When you looked down and saw the naked part where your ring was for so long, the tears started up again. You had a tan line where the ring sat; that’s how long you were engaged. How long would it take for it to go away?
  • When you woke up in the morning, you didn’t have the energy to do anything besides stare at the ceiling.
  • After a few hours of not moving, you finally reached for your phone.
  • Nobody was online, so you figured it’d be best to see what you missed now, rather than have to talk to people.
  • As soon as you logged on, Yoosung did the same
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC! I’m so glad you’re on!”
    • Yoosung ☆: “When are you coming back home?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “No?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • ~707 has entered chatroom~ 
    • 707: “…” 
    • 707: “Why are you at the apartment, MC?” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, can you call me please?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “No?!” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • 707: *??? emoji* 
    • 707: “Lover’s quarrel?” 
    • 707: “Is MC back on the market? lolol” 
    • MC: “Ya”
    • 707: *shocked emoji* 
    • MC: “I got dumped lolol” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, it wasn’t like that!!” 
    • MC: “lol it doesn’t matter whether it was “like that” or not.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “???” 
    • MC: “You shouldn’t have proposed to me if you ever had any doubts about it. If you were ever going to take it back,” 
    • MC: “You should have thought about it a little better.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC…” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “I’m going to call you… Please answer” 
    • MC: “lol” 
    • MC: “No.”
    • MC: “If you weren’t ready to try to talk it out and fix it last night, I’m not sure that a couple hours is going to make a difference.”
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, please.”
    • ~MC has left the chatroom~
    • Yoosung ☆: *angry emoji* 
    • Yoosung ☆: “Seven, I messed up.”


  • About a year after you started your business with Jaehee, your cafe stopped doing so great.
  • Every time you wanted to buy something that wasn’t food or some other 100% necessary thing, it was “not in budget.”
  • You understood Jaehee’s logic, but if it was going to create so much tension, maybe you guys should just cut your losses and close the cafe.
  • “Ugh, MC….” Jaehee sat with you at a table, surrounded by papers and a calculator. “I think we need to end this.”
  • You let out a soft sigh and began to get up from the table.
  • “You’re right. We can come back to this in the morning with fresh minds.”
  • “No, I mean permanently.”
  • You immediately put your butt back into the chair. “Oh.”
  • “And,” She sighed and pushed some hair out of her face. “Not, just, the business….”
  • “What…. What are you trying to say?”
  • “I think we need to cut our losses with this business and with this relationship.”
  • “Ah… I understand the cafe, but… I personally thought the relationship was going pretty well.”
  • “Well… MC, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to try to repair this relationship. I’ve lost interest in you. I hope you can find someone better suited to you.”
  • You let out a little laugh, trying to cover up your devastation.
  • “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Jaehee, we’ve been through so much shit together and you’re dumping me? Like nothing? Regardless of what state our business is in, we started it together! Does all of that mean nothing to you now?”
  • “MC, I’m not undermining anything you’ve done for me or anything we’ve been through together. I’m just no longer interested! Please understand what I’m trying to say.”
  • “What you’re trying to say is that once things stop working out for you, you want to drop it all and run. I thought that I was important to you.”
  • “That’s not-” She brought her hands up to rub against her temples. “You’re taking this to an extreme that I never meant for it to come to. Perhaps we should just get some rest and come back to this when we’re not so tired and frustrated.”
  • “Do you think that you’ll feel differently about it when we do come back to this?”
  • “Uh,” She wanted to entertain the idea to avoid seeing you too hurt, but she didn’t want to lead you on and hurt you worse. “no, MC. This is something I’ve thought about. I wouldn’t say something like this without having given it a lot of thought. It’s not anything that we can repair. I’m simply not interested in being with you anymore.”
  • “Shit. Alright. Okay. That’s- That’s bullshit, but okay. We can figure out what to do with the cafe and everything else in the morning.” You leaned back in your seat, rubbing your eyes, trying to keep your tears in.
  • “MC-”
  • You quickly wiped a tear off your face. “I’m fine.” You sniffed a bit. “Go to bed. I’ll sleep out here.”
  • You made your bed on the couch, but you couldn’t stop the tears.
  • After about an hour, you got desperate. You opened up the alcohol cabinet, grabbed whatever had the highest alcohol percentage, and went to town.
  • At some point during the night, you got too hot and wanted to go outside for some fresh air, but ended up calling Seven in a drunken haze.
  • He listened to you cry for half an hour before you fell asleep on the floor outside.
  • Jaehee had to literally pick you up and drag you back inside after she realized that you weren’t sleeping on the couch.


  • Jumin started reverting to the way he used to act when you first met him, but it felt like such a severe change because of how quickly it happened.
  • He just sort of dropped it after dinner one day.
  • “MC, I’m breaking up with you.” were his exact words.
  • “W-what?”
  • “Do I really have to repeat myself?”
  • “N-no. I just… Why?”
  • “I think we can both find better people. People who better suit our needs.”
  • “Are you saying that I don’t suit your needs?” He only shrugged. “Fuck, are you serious??”
  • “Of course I am. Why would I say something like this if I wasn’t serious?”
  • “What- Why are you being like this??”
  • “Being like what,MC?”
  • “Like… Like a cold, emotionless douche! Jumin, I know that you’re not a robot and I know that you’re not an asshole, so why are you acting like this?”
  • “MC, I’m still a bit lost.”
  • “Jumin, you know damn well that you’re breaking my heart.”
  • “That was not my intention-”
  • “Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing the moment you even thought about breaking up with me.”
  • He started to talk over you, probably just to try to get you to lower your voice. He only made you louder in the process.
  • “You know that you can’t force me to love you, MC?”
  • “Obviously. But would it kill you to show some emotion?! Or at the very least stop acting like you don’t understand what’s going on!”
  • “I’m being completely honest with you, MC. I don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal.”
  • “You don’t know wh…. Did you ever actually love me? I guess I’d understand if your feelings just faded, but is there not even a little sliver of emotion you still hold for me, Jumin?” He didn’t say anything.
  • “Oh my god.” You let out a laugh as tears began to stream down your face. When he saw you crying, his frown became a bit more genuine, but he did nothing to try to comfort you. “Oh my god.”
  • You grabbed your coat and started walking towards the door.
  • “Where the hell are you going?”
  • “Do you really care, Jumin??”
  • “Of course-”
  • The door slammed in his face.
  • You couldn’t help but sob as you passed the security guards and completely dismissed Driver Kim as he offered you a ride to wherever you were set on going.
  • You stopped by a gas station and grabbed a bottle of cheap Vodka, then went over to Rika’s apartment in hopes that you could crash there for a bit.
  • You already had a six missed calls from Jumin when you finally got around to checking your phone, and the chatroom notifications were going off like crazy.
  • You took a couple of drinks straight out of the bottle, immediately hating yourself for it.
  • After an hour, you lost a game of will and went into the chatroom that was currently going.
  • Zen and Jumin were fighting, presumably over the current situation involving you. 
    • ~MC has entered chatroom~ 
    • MC: “You two aee really goin at it huh?”
    • ZEN: “MC, you’re okay!” 
    • Jumin: “I presume you got to your destination safely?” 
    • MC: “Safely” 
    • MC: “Ya” 
    • MC: “Like u rly care tho lol” 
    • Jumin: *… emoji* 
    • ZEN: “So now that you’re both here and we know that MC is okay… An explanation please?” 
    • Jumin: “I already told you. MC took something I said too far. It’s just a case of her being overly dramatic.”
    • Jumin: “Everything will be okay again in the morning, I’m sure.” 
    • MC: “I got fuvkign dunped lolol” 
    • MC: “That’d what happpened” 
    • MC: “I’m not beinh overly dramatic,” 
    • MC: “Cold n douchey Jumin is bavk. Zen, u reserve the right ti complaain.” 
    • ZEN: “MC are you drunk?” 
    • MC: “lol ye” 
    • Jumin: MC, you are safe, right?” 
    • MC: “ye” 
    • ZEN: “Seriously MC, you’re safe?” 
    • MC: “I’m at hte apartnrnt.” 
    • MC: “RikAs” 
    • ZEN: “Good. Don’t leave. If you’re too drunk to type properly, I don’t want you around men like that.” 
    • Jumin: “MC, please don’t do anything stupid.” 
    • MC: “sh.” 
    • MC: “If u nevr cared abt me before, u don’t get to stary now” 
    • ZEN: “Dude” 
    • ZEN: “Did you seriously say that you don’t care about her?” 
    • ZEN: “Of course I didn’t.”
    • MC: “I asked n he didn’t answr” 
    • MC: “Silence = confirfmantion” 
    • MC: “Anyway” 
    • MC: “I’m feelinf a liiitle sleepy” 
    • MC: “See u later”
    • ~MC has left chatroom~
  • Chatrooms and RFA parties were definitely awkward after that because you two never actually made up.
  • The whole thing just hovers over everyone’s shoulders and they try their best to ignore it.


  • He started acting really weird out of nowhere.
  • Just, one day he wasn’t comfortable with you touching him and he stayed as far away from you as possible.
  • It scared the shit out of you because everyone remembers the last time he tried to push you away, 
  • One day, he told you that he thinks you should move back into Rika’s apartment, just for a little while. He said he wanted to “take a break.”
  • “For… how long?”
  • “I don’t know.”
  • “So… You’re just.. Kicking me out and you don’t know for how long?”
  • “MC, don’t make it like that.”
  • “I’m not making it like anything. I’m asking for clarification. Is this a permanent thing?”
  • “If it is?”
  • “Then I’d like to fucking know, dude!”
  • “God, okay. I was trying figure out if we should separate permanently. That’s why I wanted something temporary; so I could think! But with the thinking I’ve gotten done lately, a permanent breakup is what it’s looking like.”
  • “You…. You’re fucking kidding?”
  • He didn’t give much of a response. He only shrugged.
  • “Are you…. Is this not even difficult for you?! Why have you been so desperate to get away from me lately??”
  • You could tell that he was struggling with something and trying to keep his emotions under lock, but he wasn’t doing very well at it.
  • “Don’t you want to try to work this out instead of pushing me away?? What we have is too valuable to just throw away!”
  • “I agree with you, MC. That’s why I said I wanted time.”
  • “Saeyoung, we have to talk this out and work together. Pushing me away for the sake of ‘more time’ is not going to help…. But you should know that.”
  • “Why are you trying to fight me on this?”
  • “Why am I trying to…..? Saeyoung!? Because I love you! I don’t want you to push me away again!”
  • “I don- Too bad. Go home.”
  • “Home? This is home.”
  • “No it’s not.” His tone got firmer and he turned away from you. “Go. Home.”


  • The relationship the two of you established together was never the best.
  • He was too caring to tell you that he wasn’t satisfied with you, but you could always tell. 
  • During an argument one night, he let it slip that he could never love you as much as he loved Rika.
  • Your expression went blank and he was suddenly scurrying to fix his mistake, but you weren’t having it.
  • “I just can’t believe that you’re really that dissatisfied with me… If you could really never love me as much as I love you, why did you ever lead me to believe it?! Why didn’t you ever decide that maybe giving me this false hope was a bad idea??” You were on the verge of tears and you’d forgotten what you were arguing about before.
  • He kept trying to climb out of this hole that he’d dug himself into, but there was no way to fix this.
  • “You’re right…. You’re right and I’m so sorry.”
  • “You can’t apologize your way out of this one, V.”
  • “Then I won’t. MC, I’ve lead you on for too long already. I hope you understand that I never meant to do this maliciously; I really hoped that stronger feelings would develop. I’ll stop leading you on right now.”
  • “So, are you breaking up with me?” He nodded. “Thanks. It took long enough.”
  • You left his house before you started crying too hard, after he was done trying to convince you to not do anything regrettable, and thought of where to go. Your actual home was a good option, but there was so much to do in Rika’s apartment.
  • Once you got to the apartment, you entered the chatroom currently going with Seven, V, and Yoosung.
    • MC: “Seven, do me a favor?”
    • 707: “What can I do for you, MC?”
    • MC: “Turn off the special security system for me.”
    • V: “MC? Come back to my place. We can talk. I told you not to do anything you’d regret.”
    • MC: “I kept out of the shit in this apartment out of respect for you, Jihyun.”
    • MC: “I’m sick of the secrets and I’m sick of the lies.”
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, you should stay out of Rika’s stuff. She had the security system put in place for a reason.”
    • 707: “Yeah. MC, I can’t turn off the special security system. You know that.”
    • MC:“Well I’m not gonna let that stop me.”
    • 707: “MC, you know what happens if you open the drawers.”
    • 707: *explosion photo*
    • MC: “Yes.”
    • MC: “Are you turning it off or not?”
    • 707: “MC, I can’t.”
    • MC: “Okay.”
    • V: “MC, just come back. I’m sorry. I’ll come pick you up.”
  • Seven immediately got an alert on his phone and computer, stating that the Special Security System had been activated.
  • A few seconds after that, he heard an explosion come from a few miles away, and then emergency vehicles after that.
    • 707: “I can’t believe she actually did it.”


  • “You’re boring. You can’t give me what I want. I don’t know why the Savior wanted you here. Why did I want you here?”
  • As he began to walk past you, tears began to well up in your eyes. You’d gotten used to the emotional abuse by now, but something about this was different.
  • “You used to be exciting, MC. You used to be obedient and beautiful, but now…. I have no use for you now, MC.”
  • “W-what? What is that supposed to mean?” Your hands were shaking.
  • “Ah, now that’s what I like to see. Too bad you waited this long….”
  • “Saeran, what are you talking about?”
  • “I’ve grown tired of you. But don’t look so sad. I’m sure The Savior will have some use for you. You may still prove to be a great asset to Mint Eye.”
Simsrena: the day I realised I’m a perv...

I know. Those of you who know me will be thinking, but Rex, we already knew this. Actually, anyone who follows me probably knows that. Am I right?

Originally posted by fallontonightgifs

So in Simsrena land, Bernie and Serena are unfortunately still living as neighbours and they even swapped keys! There was lots of kissing at work after they gave each other the keys but I forgot to take pictures….

Originally posted by havi-corredor

But the joys of our wonderful women having keys to each others places means that they can just waltz into each others homes. So me being me thought, lets just let them do as they please and see what happens…

Bernie being Bernie jumped straight on the treadmill.

Me: BORING!!!! (and also silently judging you for wasting precious groping Serena time on working out!)

Until…. I knew we could count on Serena!

Let’s face it. We’re all Serena in this photo. Am I right? I mean, who wouldn’t ogle Bernie in her work out gear?! 

This is just example one of me being perv. There’s more to come.

Once again Serena is being the entire fandom if we ever saw Bernie sweating and panting…. example two of me being a perv…

Serena eventually had to leave for work and I decided to leave Bernie playing in a bubble bath and follow Serena around for a little while. 

But before I move on, here’s a picture of Bernie playing in a bubble bath. I know. You’re welcome!

Do I need to point out that this was example number three? I mean, can you blame me? Bernie. Naked. Bath. 

Yeah, I can feel you judging me and I’m judging you right back! You know you’d be doing the same thing!

Originally posted by hurricanedelrio

So when Serena finished her shift, I thought wouldn’t it be fun if Bernie came over and watched Serena work out?

So I bought Serena a yoga mat and guys I have to say, she’s doing much better than I remember her doing!

Let’s just take a look at the last time we saw Serena doing yoga shall we?

Actually, I probably spoke too soon… OUCH!

But as we all know, our Serena is no quitter! She got back up and…. 

Wow! Guuurl you’re very flexible…

Oh no…

Dirty thoughts…

Originally posted by thenthersthat

Well this gif doesn’t help… pervy moment example number four… or maybe the original dirty thoughts was number four and then further dirty thoughts after Serena’s little smirk was number five…?

Oh… then this happened…

Pervy moment number…

I’ve lost count… 

Guys, it’s official… I’m a desperate perv…. fuck it!

Originally posted by wtfxfileshd

Vanderwood Chatroom Headcanons

I really didn’t expect myself to do something like this right NOW when I should study or at least prepare for the Choi’s party…

But I’ve seen scenarios of Vanderwood being a part of RFA, while I haven’t seen him actually participating in the chats. And so I started to wonder – everyone has their own way of chatting, right?

Okay, no more talking. Let’s just do this.

  • Vanderwood is the very first person in the RFA’s history that fits the whole sentence in one message. His messages are usually very long and either no one reads them or he manages to finish them when the conversation already ended.
  • He uses a very proper language. No grammar mistakes, no shorts, everything is perfect.
  • But he makes a lot of typos instead. It’s because he’s trying to type with his gloves on.
  • He comes to the chat pretty often – probably in every spare time – but usually just scrolls through messages, not joining the conversations.
  • His phone is a bit fucked up and he gets the notifications very randomly, so he never actually knows if something’s up. Someone always has to call him.
  • If MC were his s/o, he would always watch closely her messages. He won’t be affectionate towards her on the chat as it just feels too „public”.
  • He can’t help but is a bit jealous if MC talks to other members more often than to him. He’s especially suspicious towards the rat-tail guy…
  • He’s still using the weird nicknames of the RFA members, but he at least tries to be nice.
  • The only member he actually respects is probably Jumin since Vanderwood still remembers as he saved them from the Mint Eye. He looks rather emotionally stable too so it’s better to talk to him than to the edgy twins, after all.
  • As soon as Jumin starts to talk about Elizabeth 3rd, Vanderwood logs out without a word.
  • He finds himself talking with Jaehee much more often than expected. It’s pretty soothing.
  • *cough* „STOP PLAYING LOLOL AND GO TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW.” It actually works because Vanderwood threatens Yoosung with the taser.
  • If you thought that RFA asks about your meals often, just wait for this shit. He suits the RFA perfectly in this case.

anonymous asked:

what are some of your Steven headcanons, if you have any?

Oh don’t you worry. I got a bunch of ‘em!

- Steven is autistic! His favorite stims are Lion’s fur, playing his ukelele, and lots of different hand stims like hand flapping, air drumming, wringing his hands, tapping his fingers, etc.

- He’s ace, and maybe even somewhere on the aro spectrum! (possibly gray-aro?)

- He has tried to dye his hair pink before, but forgot to bleach it first, so it didn’t work out.

- He actually likes being shorter than Connie, and only tried to be taller because he thought she would like him better that way.

- He was excited to find a facial hair and could technically grow a beard or some stubble at this point, but he found out that it’s sensory hell for him. He prefers a clean shaven face, and has made shaving a part of his morning ritual.

- He already has a lot of responsibilities, but part of him wants to be a big-time musician like his Dad.

- His bestest friend (out of the gems) is Garnet. They often talk about how their day went over dinner, and they come to eachother for a lot of their problems. He’s probably worn Garnet’s visor more than once just so he could look cool and distinguished like her.

- He has severe anxiety, even more than what we see on screen. He’s constantly in fear of letting everyone down, of not being able to protect everyone, of losing someone. There’s some days that he can’t bring himself to put on a smile, so he spends hours in his room playing games or watching CBF or talking to Connie on the phone.

anonymous asked:

I never understood Snape/Hermione - aren't people just using Hermione as a substitute for Lily? How do you figure that'd work? (Needn't be a canonical debate, theoretical is interesting.) (I think) I saw a post where you mentioned shipping it, so I thought this would be a good place to discuss.

It’s an interesting question.

I feel that there is a ‘squint and you’ll see it’ moment in Cursed Child.  In contrast, in 1-7 canon, the characters simply aren’t in the right places for shipping with each other.  The thought of romance between the pair…lacks plausibility.

But in Cursed Child, you can see it – and that’s because the characters have grown, and are different.  They’re older, they have an adult understanding of each other.  They’re no longer teacher/student - they’re comrades in war and probably confidants.  

So, for me, the power of SS/HG is in the ‘what could possibly be in the future’ not ‘in canon 1-7’.

I have always been ‘ship and let ship’, but I do understand that instinctive NOTP reaction to the ship.  I raised a disapproving eyebrow when I first loaded Snape’s profile and saw his fic list dominated by SS/HG.  Teacher/student really isn’t my thing.

Now, in all fandoms, there’s usually two characters which form the basis of all pairings – one male, one female.  Everyone pairs their favourite character with one of these two, and in Potter, it’s Harry or Hermione.  Ron may be of an equal footing in canon, but in fanfic, he’s the forgotten man.

So I wasn’t shocked to see an abundance of SS/HG (or Snarry).  But given that I wanted to read pairings that I felt made more canonical sense, it felt like a cheat.  I feared that, as you’ve said, Hermione would merely be a cipher – she was merely the most eligible woman available, conveniently aged until it’s not problematic.

I avoided the ship until I’d exhausted all of my potential reads (gen, OC, Snape/Lucius, and later, Snape/Tonks, Snape/McGonagall) – and I decided to take a look, because if so many people were writing so many stories, they could hardly all be ropey teacher/student punishment fantasies, or misunderstood woobified Byronic hero romps.

Frankly, it’s embarrassing and disrespectful that I even thought that.

All ships will have some problematic stories, or writers, but equally, most will have some extremely talented authors, and some ‘actually better than canon’ fics.  SS/HG is no exception, and generally, I’ve found that the bulk of the really impressive work isn’t set at Hogwarts in the 90s – instead, it doesn’t particularly follow canon all that strictly; it’s post-war, it’s time-travel, it’s AU.

Furthermore, the most impressive element to SS/HG stories is the iron grip that the writers have on characterisation of both Snape and Hermione. Hermione isn’t there out of convenience, and she definitely isn’t Lily; Hermione’s character is much more developed in canon, and it shows in the fics.

The specifics are difficult to explain, because each fic can be wildly different.  As a general rule, I’d say that Hermione is clever, feisty and talented, who cares deeply about others – especially those maligned…after all, she gave Snape the benefit of the doubt for most of the series.  Snape is intelligent, caustic and distrustful, who is used to being overlooked and unloved, but is capable of great depth.  Both are magically powerful, love books, are capable, and are somewhat outsiders in many ways.  

And of course, when a wizard might live until 150, and both are well over the age of 25, well what’s the age gap matter?  I could hardly sneer at SS/HG when I’m quite happy to read Snape/McGonagall.  (And for a long time, my favourite trope was timetravel, so Teen!Severus posed no such age gap problem.)

To finish with your question, I’d say that Hermione isn’t remotely like Lily - and without being disrespectful to Lily or Snily fans, I’d say that Hermione is far stronger.

Most of Lily’s characterisation is wrapped up in her relationship with James, and as they create Harry who is the basis of the series, unless you write a Severitus, it’s hard to extract her from that relationship in a plausible way.  The timeframe for Snily is too tight to do it justice – Snape’s too far on his path to be swayed by merely a well-meaning friend, and James isn’t about to plausibly disappear into the distance.

In contrast, with no epilogue, and a Snape who lives, Hermione has no such restrictions.

In all honesty, I would absolutely ascribe the continued success of SS/HG to the talents of those writing in the ship.  In lesser hands it may have faltered, but over and over, so many different writers have written real tales of joy.  And once you’ve read several fantastic stories, you find yourself believing…