this actually worked out better than i thought

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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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 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.

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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.

Danneel Ackles doesn’t get enough credit

Not for being Jensen’s wife, or JJ, Arrow, and Zeppelin’s mom, or Genevieve’s friend, but for who she is in and of herself

She’s a brilliant actress, a talented model, and just such a good person in general???

Like when I see her being praised on here, it’s always for her being a mom or wife, not for what she does, what she gave up to give Jensen a family

We need to talk about it more

This woman is so incredible and it’s so often swept under the rug

Whenever I see her portrayed in fanfic, it’s almost always negatively. She’s Jensen’s high-maintenance girlfriend who clings to him for the fame, or his bitchy wife that he just can’t wait to cheat on with the angel of a reader that’s so much better than her

Why do we belittle her to this one character trait? Sure, she can be a bitch, but so can everyone

She literally openly talks about not wanting her characters (specifically Rachel) to be taken as a face-value bitch, she wants people to see her trying and working on herself as a person

Danneel is loving, caring, and so fucking talented it actually hurts me. Like watching her character development in OTH and TIH… it’s so well thought out and her characters are effortlessly portrayed.

She’s more than a friend, more than a mom, more than a wife

She’s Danneel fucking Ackles and I love her a lot

rachaelmhill  asked:

Buck, I've been feeling like my head's splitting open on-and-off since Tuesday, and now I'm getting other symptoms too. Please distract me with embarrassing stories about Steve? i love those.

when steve was twelve, he broke his arm.

surprisingly, it wasn’t in a fight–he was carrying a twenty-pound bag of potatoes up the stairs for his ma and he tripped. went down the whole flight, potatoes bouncing everywhere. after he’d recovered a bit from the tumble, he sat up, looked at old mrs. mackinnon– who was just coming out of her apartment–and said “sorry for the mess.” and then he looked down and noticed that his forearm was bent in the middle. and then he started crying.

so his ma ran him to the hospital and they set his arm and put it in a cast.

and thus began the first era of the Unstoppable Steve. (the second era was after erskine made a limited edition Jumbo Steve, and the third was Steve: Reheated.)

see, if you’ve ever had a plaster cast, you know that those things are shockingly sturdy. steve went from being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues to being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues and a right hook like a piledriver. at first, his arm was too tender for him to do much, but after it started healing up, and he started getting in fights again, he figured out that his right arm was better than a baseball bat when it came to hitting stuff. that plaster cast started white, but it didn’t take long for it to get brownish with dirt and bloodstains. he still got his ass kicked, but it took a bit more work, and the other guys actually looked like they’d been in a fight.

anyway, steve was half in love with that cast.  sometimes i thought he never wanted to take if off, and if it hadn’t messed with his drawing, i think he’d’ve worn it for about a year. but about a week before it was supposed to be taken off anyway, stevie got in a fight with gerry, the shoemaker’s kid from up the block. gerry was a mean sonofagun. he was thirteen, and he’d hit puberty early, so he had a solid eight inches on wee stevie. and he was as dumb as a box of bricks.

he hated steve. steve was tiny, sure, but he was sharp as a tack and well-liked. there wasn’t an old lady within miles that didn’t love stevie, so he was always getting penny candy for running errands for them. gerry had a habit of cornering stevie in alleyways and beating on him until candy fell out. steve had a habit of not letting him do it without a fight.

gerry cornered stevie and started shoving at him. steve shoved back. gerry shoved harder. stevie stumbled, and gerry threw a punch. stevie took it full in the face, and then swung back, full-force, with that sledgehammer cast of his.

gerry dodged.

steve plowed his cast into the old brick alley wall. the brick shattered.

stevie’s cast broke. so did two of stevie’s fingers.

steve started screaming.  

gerry ran.

now, understand–it was old, old brick, but all gerry saw was little crazy stevie rogers punch a hole in a brick wall and then start shrieking like a berserker. rat-brain gerry wasn’t bright, but he knew a losing battle when he saw one, so he ran like the hulk himself had just showed up in that alley. smartest thing he could’ve done, really, because i’d just shown up and if he’d kept after stevie, i’d’ve handed him his ass.

as it was, i pried stevie’s cast off and walked him back to the hospital. the doctors said his arm was plenty healed and didn’t need a new cast, and splinted up his fingers.

steve didn’t like the splints nearly as much as he’d liked the cast. they made absolutely terrible weapons.

This–and the two previous storytime asks–can be found with corrected type here on Ao3. –Mod Hell

JACKSEPTICEYE FUNFACTFILE

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.

JACKSEPTICEYE FACTS:

  • 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.

anonymous asked:

How does your experience of being a medical student compare to practising as a doctor? And do you think having been a medical student and being a doctor has changed you in any way?

That’s a really interesting topic. Sometimes my friends and I reflect on just how much we have all changed.

Med school is intense, but it’s very theoretical. It feels like a superpowered version of school. You still have homework, you have lectures, and you have lots of exams. It’s scary, and you’ll spend the entire 4-6 years constantly worrying you’ll fail your exams or get kicked out. When you’re a clinical med student, you are there in the background. People aren’t always sure where you are meant to be, or what you are meant to be doing, and you have to work to make opportunities happen, or learn as much as you can. You get put on the spot a lot, because people want to make sure you are learning. You might see patients (if your seniors think it is appropriate), but you don’t have any *real* responsibilty. It’s very protected in that way.

And then you graduate, and people ask you to make decisions that actually impact people’s lives; that’s a huge responsibility for any new graduate! It’s scary, and you feel out of your depth, because no matter how much theory you learned in med school, it’s nothing like knowing what to do in practise. Fortunately, you have seniors to supervise you and to ask for help. But the higher up you go, the more you become the senior who others ask for help, whilst still being far from all-knowing, yourself! And medicine is vast, and things are difficult, so you can work for a long time and still have so many things you don’t yet know. The most important thing remains that you should always seek help if you need it.

I still feel like the same science-obsessed arty teenager that I was at school. But I think it’s also changed me a lot, in many ways. University makes you more organised and responsible with your studies; you become used to planning your life, juggling lots of responsibilities, and doing things that have to be done, regardless of whether you like to do them or not. Which, if we are brutally honest, is kind of what adulthood is about. Things that just feel really awkward and unpleasant (like calling up an important senior, who is a stranger, to argue for something I know they will give me a hard time about, but I have to advocate for my patient, so I have to do it) become easier and less scary.

I think the fact that we are exposed to life-and-death situations and people’s personal lives also makes you mature quickly. By being exposed to so much illness, suffering and death, you learn a lot of lessons about life and people.   Where most of your peers might be spending their early 20s getting drunk or out on the pull, you try to balance having a social life with holding the hands of dying pensioners or comforting people whilst they cry about their life. You still get time to ‘be a young person’, but at the same time you have to balance it with trying to shoulder heavy responsibilities. 

Even if you’re introverted, you slowly learn to cope with a world that values extroversion. You talk to so many people in your professional life, and though it’s really intimidating when you start, it gets a lot easier with time. You learn to work with a lot of other students, nurses and doctors, until it becomes second nature to walk into a room full of important people and announce ‘Hi, i’m X and I’m the on-call doctor’, and people actually care that you walked in! It’s so strange. Teenaged me would never have had the guts.  

You meet a lot of patients, who absolutely need you to present the image of a doctor. You learn to present yourself as a confident and competent clinician, even though inside you’re still a nervous person working out what you are doing. You learn to fight your corner when it comes to requests and referrals, and know when you have to stand your ground. You slowly learn to look and act like a professional adult, developing a manner and body language that both engenders respect, but also puts people at ease. It’s funny to think of it, but none of us were like this back when we were teenagers, and even when you are out of university it doesn’t exactly come naturally to you.

I know a lot more, obviously, and that’s not a knowledge you can switch off; medicine becomes like a sort of lens through which you view life itself. Evaluating evidence, and thinking critically are also things that you don’t just use in your day job, but something that become part of your life. I do think medicine changes your outlook on life, though perhaps each  of us take away slightly different lessons. It might teach you how short life is, and how insignificant most drama is. Perhaps it teaches you that hell is other people, and that we can all help to reduce human suffering. It might teach you to be efficient, hardworking and focused.

Nowadays I’m not fazed by seeing a deceased person, and I can handle really quite scary medical situations without feeling traumatised by it all. I deal with hostility or abuse from the public, and though it’s still draining, it’s less scary than I thought it would be. When you realise most people are really scared and upset and acting out, it makes you see interactions differently.  I’d go as far as to say it makes you see a lot of things differently; it really helped me put a lot of people and things into context. And the more you work with people, the better you become at reading them, and knowing just how to act and what to say to make them feel better. And actually, being introverted and insightful can be great when it comes to observing people and learing to understand them.

People think a good bedside manner is innate, but it’s really not! I was a shy, introverted teenager with a nerdish streak, the kind who might not speak up at all during some lessons because the ‘loud students’ were answering all the questions, only to eventually pipe up with something insightful. My teachers (bless them, where would I be without their patience?) would always give me feedback to speak up more in class. “She has lots to say, if only she would speak up”. Every year, in every school report. So I’m not a natural born leader, nor an extrovert, and yet I love the communication aspect of medicine and have always tended towards specialities where you could make people feel, as well as be, better.

Perhaps it’s hard to truly tell how med school and medicine changed me, or any of us, because we all change with time anyway. It’s not really impossible to truly remain as we are. We experience lots of interesting things that make us grow as people, and we mature as we reflect on the things we’ve learned throughout out lives.

But I’d love to read what other people have to say about this. Medblr, how has med school or being a doc/nurse/etc changed you?

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?" 

"Out." 

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. 

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These are by far my all time favorite Homosexuals relationships in Anime. I won’t use the term Yaoi because I don’t think it’s exactly appropriate for this.

Now for this list I’m talking about canon gay relationships. And I already hear the people talking about No. 6. Look it’s genre is under Shonin Ai and the the closer you get to the source material the gayer it gets. Now let me express why I love these specific couples. I think one way or another these are pretty healthy relationships between two men.


First let’s talk about His Favorite:

Now his favorite is more of the slice of life comedy side when it comes to the story of the manga. And it does have some clichés from other yaoi series. But it has a lot of characters that makes the story a lot more charming and fresh. As you can see the ‘uke’ Yoshida isn’t the typical wide eye girly boy we usually see in these kinds of series. In fact he is as far from the typical ‘uke’ that we’ve come accustomed to with Yaoi Manga. But if you actually take the time to know him Yoshida is actually a good guy that’s always willing to stand up for others when he can. The ‘seme’ Satou is very sadistic and heartless on the inside that loves to see others suffer while on the outside he plays the heart throb prince of the school that the girls obsessed over. The reason why he’s so jaded is because of his rough past. I won’t spoil anything.

Anyway these two meet again after being separated and Satou is very open with his feelings while Yoshida is still trying to figure out his own. It may seem like the flustered uke and perverted seme story, but it actually focused on thier relationship pretty well showing their personalities are work very well off each other. I highly recommend that you buy it online and read it for yourself.


Next Gravitation:

Alright first let me say this. I actually thought the Anime did a better job telling this story than the manga did. Sure the manga had some cool developments when it came to Shuuichi’s music career and style. But there were some extreme​ parts that they couldn’t handle writing and near the end of the series there was a fucking giant panda robot that destorze everything in the USA. So yeah the Anime was better version of this series.

Shuuichi is a young singer and song writer that is trying to make a name for himself, while also falling for this mysterious handsome Book Author named Eiri who criticize his work. Now what I love about them is the fact that it wasn’t the same gay love story that we always got with the same uke and seme dinamic. At least from what I’ve seen in these old gay love stories.

It was like some fresh air from the past. It was a short but nice series that should be looked at seriously showing you can make gay anime about more than just thier sexualities. At least that’s what I think.


And last but not least No.6:

This is by far my most favorite out of the three. It had great story while also having a great relationship between these two men. It did what I think anime should start doing. Having interesting stories with some one from the LGBT community as the main character. Not as side characters or joke charecters. But an actual main character thats taken seriously. I understand why No.6 had to play down the physical affection from the source material.

They knew if they had the story made like the original, people wouldn’t take it seriously. These two actually have smart conversations, they will help each other, they’re affection, they kiss, they would fucking die and kill for one another. That just tells you how far these two will go. If Nezumi and Shion aren’t in love I don’t know what love is man…

Anyway those are my thoughts. If anyone has anything to add feel free to!

DollFace. SP.

A/N: My first Sweet Pea fic. This is just the beginning and the general set up of the OC. Sorry if its boring. This is also the first fic I’ve ever posted to Tumblr…so please be kind and let me know if you want to read more! 

p.s. italics are internal dialog or text msgs. 

WARNINGS: cussing, lots of it. other than that…nothing?

Word Count: 2,888

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The fog had started rolling in already at 10pm, the perfect setting for a murder. Well if this wasn’t Riverdale anyway.

Neon lights called me closer and closer to Pop’s, the only place I wanted to be while the rest of my friends were at the back-to-school semi-formal.

All but one.

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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

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 :)

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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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a truth so loud

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my remix for week 4 of @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! it’s been a super awesome month, so thank you to everyone who participated! i was actually so excited to do this and i had so much fun~

i remixed and i’m ready to be found by @adrisin​!! definitely make sure you check out the original fic! thank you to @megatraven​ for beta-ing <3

enjoy!


Adrien tries to plaster a smile on his face as he shuts the car door— trying not to slam it no matter how frustrated he is, because all it will get him is a lecture about behavior and attitude after school, and if there’s anything he’s not in the mood for, it’s that.

He waves at Nathalie with his plaster smile, feeling no more disappointed than usual when she doesn’t wave back, and spins on his heel to face the school. Anxiety weighs down on him like an anchor, one that holds him back for a moment even after the first bell has rang.

He skids into the classroom, seconds after the bell has stopped ringing.

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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

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“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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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 meetups 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 one 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

What A Day

Hey guys! Okay, well, no one asked for this, but it’s happening anyway because I thought it was funny. Turns out my sense of humor sucks. I promise that I’m actually working on requests, but I also have to get this out of my brain before I can do anything else. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No 

Warnings: Swearing 


Honestly, you weren’t a violent person, but Draco ‘I’m better than you’ Malfoy just inspired a certain feeling in you. One that made you want to punch him until he cried. Usually, you kept yourself fairly well restrained. You put up with his bullshit comments by gritting your teeth. Not today. No. Today, you were in a bad mood. Nothing was going the way it should have. 

It all started with Hermione’s damn cat shredding your homework. Picture this, waking up bright and early on a Friday morning to see a demon cat clawing hours worth of work apart. To make matters worse, Hermione went on and on about how it was your fault. God for-fucking-bid that her precious cat do anything wrong. On your way down to breakfast, you missed the fucking staircase and had to take the long way. By the time you got there, breakfast was almost halfway over. Ron proceeded to spill whatever the hell he’d been drinking on you literally the second you sat down. You got shoved around in the hallway. Some jerk off of a Slytherin dumped ink down the front of you. When you finally hit potions, you could have screamed.  

You hated potions. You’d hated potions from the very first class back when you were eleven years old. It wasn’t that you were bad a potions, no, you were excellent. It was that you had to deal with Snape and Malfoy in one block. On bad days, the thought alone was enough to make you want to throttle someone. Of course, you had to explain to Snape that Hermione’s demon destroyed your work and, of course, he gave you detention. He then sat you next to Malfoy, claiming that he might be a good influence on you. 

“What an excuse, (L/N),” He said around a cold smile, “I would have expected something more creative from you.” 

“Shut your whore mouth, Malfoy,” You snarled. He blinked in surprise, though your harshness only put him off for a moment. The smirk came back full force as he leaned over your shoulder to see what you were doing to your potion. 

“You’re doing it wrong,” He said. Your eye twitched. 

“No, I’m not,” You said. 

“Fine. I hope you enjoy rearranging ingredients tonight.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from slapping him. 

“I’m not in the mood,” You snapped. Bringing a hand to his chest, he gave you a mock seductive look. You made an attempt to ignore him. 

“I could put you in the mood,” He purred.

“Get the hell away from me,” You grumbled, shuffling away from him. It was quiet for a minute or so. 

“I’m beginning to think that you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re doing with that potion,” He teased. You snapped your head to look at him. The smugness in his face was infuriating. 

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” You asked, tossing a handful of rose thorns into your Amortentia. True to your luck for the day, one of them got stuck. 

“Ah, I see now, you’re doing just fine,” Draco said. 

“Fucking fuck, shit, motherfucker, that hurts,” You hissed, plucking the thorn from your palm. 

“Such foul language,” He hummed. You glared at him. 

“Is there a particular reason you’re speaking to me?” You asked. He simply smiled at you. 

“I’m just enjoying this,” He said. 

“My pain?” Nodding, he turned back to his own potion. Your fists clenched and unclenched, just itching to hit him. That wasn’t an uncommon feeling for you. You always wanted to whack the little shit, but never like today. Today you might actually do it. 


After potions, you had the chance to walk around the lake and gather your thoughts. You’d already come to terms with the fact that it had been a shit day, but you were sure that it was going to get worse. And you were right. 

“Ah, (L/N), I see you’re spending time with all of your friends,” Draco called as he and his entourage approached you. 

“Lord, give me the strength to not smack a bitch,” You whispered. You kept walking as though you hadn’t heard him at all. You didn’t get very far before you felt a warm pair of hands grab you. 

“It’s considered rude to ignore someone,” Draco said, glaring at you. 

“It’s considered rude to put your hands on a lady without permission,” You snapped, trying to shake him off. 

“It’s a good thing I haven’t put my hands on a lady. I believe I’m touching you,” He said. You began to ask other deities to keep you from knocking the annoying blonde on his ass. 

“Hilarious,” You deadpanned. 

“I thought so.” You stared at him, wondering when he was going to let go of your robes. As though he read your mind, he did just that. In the form of shoving you into the fucking lake. 

Sputtering, you coughed on the water that had so rudely invaded your lungs. You sat in the freezing water for a minute to get your bearings, dimly aware of Draco and his friends laughing at you. You shivered. It was late autumn and it had been plenty cold without getting wet. Standing up, you began to slog through the water. It was almost impressive how far he’d managed to throw you without trying. Then again, you weren’t that big. 

You said nothing as you walked up to the laughing blonde. The entire courtyard had gone eerily silent, save for his laughing. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you stood in front of him. Then you smiled. A soft, sweet smile that you generally reserved for your friends. 

“Thank you,” You said, sweetly. 

“I figured you needed to cool off,” Draco responded. 

“You’re entirely right.” Your voice was soft and melodic as you spoke. The tone must have triggered warning bells in his head because he stopped laughing. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. You tipped your head to the side as a violent shiver ran through you. 

“Aside from being drenched and freezing, nothing,” You said. 

“Shouldn’t you be acting like Weasley when he loses a Quidditch match?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head, laughing softly. 

Before either of you realized that you were reaching for him, you’d wrapped your frozen fingers around the front of his robes and dragged him into the lake. A shrill squeal left his lips as he hit the cold water. Nothing had ever felt so good. Not sex. Not a massage. Nothing. Pulling him into a freezing cold lake had been the highlight of your life. A laugh bubbled out of you.

“My father will…” 

“Hear about this. Yeah, yeah, no one cares.” 

And then, against literally all odds, both of you were laughing. Everyone was staring at you. What a sight it must have been. (Y/N) (L/N) and Draco Malfoy standing knee deep in the lake shaking and howling with laughter. You leaned into him, hoping that he’d support you. He didn’t. Both of you fell back into the water, still unable to stop laughing. Your sides ached and you weren’t sure if you couldn’t breathe because it was so damn cold or how hard you were laughing. His arms wrapped around you as you both stumbled out of the water. Collapsing on land, your fit of giggles began to subside.

“You look like a wet cat,” You snorted, glancing at Draco, who seemed to becoming aware of the fact that he was wet. 

“And I still look better than you,” He snapped. You stifled a giggle. 

“I call bullshit.” You closed your eyes for a moment, grinning at the sky. When you opened them again, you were being offered a pale hand. You looked up to it’s owner, seeing Draco looking down at you with a ghost of a smile. You took it and hauled yourself up. 

“Go on the next Hogsmeade trip with me,” He said. 

“Only if you promise not to push me in the lake again,” You quipped. 

“Deal.” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the castle to change your cloths. As soon as you had done that and you were on your way to Snape’s for detention, something hit you. 

“Did I agree to go on a date with, Malfoy?” 

The Photoshoot

pic request by @doctorsolomon

Josh seemed to be pretty good at making an ass of himself. But Garret had still gotten him opportunity to pose for a photoshoot. Josh had been trying to get into the magazines for a while but didn’t realize that personality is just as important to getting a job as talent. But almost instantly upon arrival he found a way to fuck it up.

“You better not flirt with me,” he said as the cameraman introduced himself.

His friend looked mortified. “Josh…” Garret clapped his hand to his head. “Sorry. Sorry. He doesn’t mean it. Right?”

Josh shrugged his shoulders and started looking around the studio apartment. He didn’t seem to have a professional bone in his body but the cameraman played it off. “Don’t worry about it. Probably just nerves.”

“You must be a saint,” Garret said under his breath.

“Actually, more of a sinner,” he laughed. “But let’s get started. Josh you go get changed real quick. The clothes are in the other room.”

Josh did as he was told and walked into the other room. He looked around for a camera making sure the cameraman wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t about to let something take private photos of him changing. However the only clothes in the room were a black sleeveless shirt and gray compression shorts. Both pieces we just a little bit too big. He threw the shirt on and pulled the shorts up. As long as he got paid it didn’t really matter.

“That was fast,” Garret said in surprise.

“It was the only thing in there,” Josh replied holding the shorts up. “But don’t you think they’re too big?” Garret looked up and down his friend. The clothes were definitely too big. Sure his friend had a muscular body but it was more lithe than bulky. And those shorts were not made for someone with that skinny of legs.

“Don’t worry about it,” the cameraman smiled. “We’ll fix it in post. That’s what all that photoshop and stuff is for. Ready to get started big guy?”

Josh let out a grunt. “Don’t call me big guy.”

Garret’s face blanched but the cameraman didn’t seem to mind. He just grinned at the comment, “Just part of the business.” Still Garret couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

The cameraman set himself up and flashed the camera. “Sorry bout that. Just making sure the lighting is okay. Alright so let’s start with something simple. How about just a flex. Yeah show me that arm,” the flash goes off again. “Yeah. You’re comfortable in front of a camera.” The flash goes off again. “It feels good when I take you’re pictures,” the flash goes off again.

Garret smiles as he sees his friend looked more confident. With each new picture he looked more comfortable. ‘Maybe he’ll be better at this than I thought.’ Josh’s more aggressive, tensed muscles, relaxed. Garret had found the guy online and read the reviews that he was good. But watching his friend actually be so outgoing with his body in such a short time really blew Garret away.

“That’s it big guy. You love working out. I can tell. Just look at those big muscles. Glad I went with the XL cause you look pumped. You love showing off that hot body. Don’t you,” The cameraman was right. His body did fill out that shirt really well. And those shorts didn’t seem to fit him as badly. Garret wondered why he thought they were too big. Thinking about it was just because Josh loves to wear clothes that’s a little too tight on him. His entire wardrobe was about a half size too small. “But I know what you love working out the most. That ass. Let me get a look at the thing.”

Josh turned around poking his butt out. It was huge. The two round globes stuck so much further out than any other part of his body. And that was saying something. His entire body bulged but his ass was still one of the first places Garret’s eyes went.

“That’s good. Yeah. Just a few more. I know you get horny when guys check out that ass of yours. You love showing it off though.” Garret paused wondering why the cameraman was getting so specific but then he looked directly at Garret. “You ready to join him?”

“Wha?!? I don’t… I thought this was just supposed to be his photoshoot. I didn’t think I’d be part of it,” Garret put his hands up defensively.

“C’mon Gare, it’s fun,” Josh was still on all fours looking back at him.

“Yeah. It’s fun,” the cameraman grinned. He leaned in closer and started to whisper. “Look I’ll just take a few photos with you next to your friend and if you want to stop just say so.”

“Alright,” he said a little uncomfortably. He walked over to the stage. Josh was so happy for him to be over there. He quickly wrapped his arm around his shoulder pulling him in.

The cameraman laughed, “Someone’s excited.” The camera flashed and Garret’s eyes went south to see the large bulge in Josh’s shorts. “Josh you seem to be such a natural but let’s ease your friend into this. We’ll start simple again just to help him get used to it.” Josh gave a thumbs up and pulled his friend in even closer. Garret choked slightly in his tight hold. “Good. Get nice and comfortable.” The flash went off. Garret felt a weird calm come over his body. “That’s it. Just relax. You’re practically a natural.” Another couple of flashes. Garret started to wonder why he was so nervous. The cameraman was obviously a professional. And they could delete the pictures whenever they wanted.

“Good. Good. Now Josh act like a big strong protector.” Josh instantly let go of Garret and pretended to be angry at the camera. He leaned forward flexing his large muscles. “Good. Protect your boyfriend.”

‘Boyfriend?’ but another flash made Garret forget about the thought. He kept watching that muscled ass in front of him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off it.

“Perfect. Now let’s get a little more intimate. Just kissing. Josh show Garret just how much you love him. Good.” Josh’s tongue went deep inside Garret’s mouth. He slowly pushed the smaller man into his arms holding him up. Garret felt his hard dick brush against his leg. Something about it seemed off but they were boyfriends. “But we both know who’s on top.” Another flash and Garret realized what the problem was. Josh grinned wildly as he lifted Garret back up. His thick hands slowly traced down his smaller boyfriend’s body. The strong bodybuilder was on his knees as his hands held onto his shorts. Josh looked up waiting for a nod.

“Perfect. Just what we needed.” The camera man moved a little getting a better angle.  “Jeez! Look at that thing. How does Josh even fit that in his mouth?! All the way in,” the cameraman added. And then Josh pushed his mouth further onto the hard cock in front of him.

“Training,” Garret gave the cameraman a devilish smile. “Lots of training.” Josh had already gotten to work on Garret; slowly working the other man up.

“I can see that,” the camera flashed again. “He loves that big cock inside him, doesn’t he?”

Garret laughed. “Sure does. He might act like a big tough guy when other people are around but once we’re alone he can’t get off me.” Josh was mindlessly sucking at the huge member in his mouth he didn’t even seem to care about the other man watching him. His other hand slowly started to drift to his own shorts; pawing at the own bulge.

The cameraman laughed as he flashed a few more photos. Josh didn’t seem to slow down at all. Garret’s face tried to stay in control as his hot boyfriend sucked his cock. “Just a few more. Okay. Now. Come.” A surge of energy flew through both the guys as he said it. Come shot from their dicks. It filled Josh’s mouth and shorts. “Drink up big guy,” the cameraman took one more photo. Josh gladly sucked down everything that Garret shot into him. “Good job guys,” the cameraman set his camera down. “Josh go ahead and get cleaned up.”

The big guy did as he was told. He went back to the dressing room and got his clothes back on. A strange fog seemed to be lifting from his mind as he put his clothes back on. Everything that just happened to be such a blur. As he pulled his pants up he realized just how tight they were. “Man… Gotta get new pants for this fat ass of mine…” He shook his head wondering how he thought they were so comfortable this morning.

As he walked back out he wrapped his arm around his friend Garret. Both of them looked at each other a little confused. Josh pulled his arm away and acted like it just didn’t happen. He pulled out his phone as the cameraman laughed. “If you ever want more photos just give me a call. I’m sure we can fit you in.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do 33 and 16 with Eggsy? :)))

Definitely! I’m super excited for these prompts, they were some of my favorites when I made the list originally. I know Eggsy is usually calm, cool, and collected on missions but I thought it would be hilarious if he was the one panicking so…I rewrote the TGC scene where him and Merlin are caught but instead of Merlin, it’s the reader.

Totally Composed (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Summary: With you and your partner’s, Eggsy, trip to the Statesman, it was inevitable you’d come in contact with your ‘American cousins’. However, you learn that Eggsy is apparently not very good under pressure. You thought he’d be a better liar than he actually is but he is probably the worst liar you’d ever meet. (sidenote: In general, forgive me if I write a southern accent horribly or I don’t label things in a brewery (?) distillery (thanks again anon!) correctly, I don’t have very much experience in either of those environments. I did some research but I’m still not very confident)

Word Count: 1094

Prompts: 33. “Let’s just say I mildly panicked…” 16. “Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.” Taken from my prompt list here


At the moment, you were checking for a secret door while Eggsy watched your back. When you thought you had found it, you pointed silently to a spot on the front of the giant barrel. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged, not entirely confident it was actually a door. You heard him mutter ‘fuck it’ right before he slammed a sharp object into the wood. Moments later, whiskey started spilling out. 

“Shit!” you both exclaimed. You quickly covered the hole with your hand and heard footsteps approaching the pair of you. You turned around and saw some guy in a cowboy hat, thinking, that can’t be good

He spoke with a southern drawl, “What’re y’all doing in here?”

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