this is how it was originally supposed to look

That Catch22 of like.

Getting annoyed at people for being all “lol at anyone fake-deep who thinks they understand what’s going on on Twin Peaks”

But knowing that explaining that 1) you’re not supposed to immediately understand how everything fits together, it happens gradually. The man has more freedom to indulge his weird brain this time sure but the formula is very similar to the original story, and even then, we didn’t get all the answers, and 2) Dude they just showed where Bob came from….

….just makes you look and sound exactly as pretentious as implied XD

I’ll be over here enjoying my infuriatingly drawn-out nightmare fuel.

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McHanzo Week Day 6: Mangetsu and Coyote Sangriento

I got carried away drawing this. I had SO much fun swapping ults/clothes and also redesigning them! I hope you like it! :D

Game Over

I can not express how excited I am that Outlast 2 is out. The original is what got me to subscribe to both Jack and Mark (albeit 3 years AFTER it was released) and is still my favorite series from both of them. Its such a good game.

Anyway,I wanted to try something different for this one. A lot darker and spookier than my usual drawings. Played around with the posing a bit more too. It was supposed to look like it was reflecting off a camera lens but I don’t know how well that actually comes across.

@therealjacksepticeye

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I finally made some reference sheets for my version of Portal Ford’s outfit. I just love his portal outfit and wish that we had gotten to see more of it in the show. He looks so good in black. If you’re curious, that round thing on the back of the strap is kind of like a magnet used to hold the Quantum Destabilizer, because I realized in his original design that the strap doesn’t go over his jacket. How else is that gun supposed to stay on his back? XD

Please do not repost or edit.

my favorite thing that Clark Kent does is try to figure out how a Normal Human Man would respond to getting injured

like if someone shoots at him he can say “oh he missed” and if someone tries to punch him he can kind of roll with it and barely avoid getting hit so they don’t smash their hand while going “oh ow oof what a punch ouch”

but then here comes the Joker with a comically large wooden mallet and now Clark has to figure out how Normal Human Man Clark Kent could conceivably survive this without making it obvious that he is not actually a Normal Human Man. just “oh goddammit i’ve never even seen someone get hit with one of these before, the joker’s probably seen all kinds of people get hit, he knows what this is supposed to look like but i have no goddamn idea i am so fucked”

superman may have the power of flight and super strength but clark kent has the power of improv

anonymous asked:

What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again

It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.

With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.

Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.

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i was being dumb earlier so this happened

I hate the movies. People usually get defensive when I say this and start feeding me all kinds of counter-arguments before I can even explain myself. But I’m not just nitpicking, what I dislike the most is their portrayal of the golden trio, aka, yes, the protagonists. They underplayed Harry’s most interesting traits: his sense of humour, his humbleness, his kindness, his anger and angst. Movie Hermione really get on my nerves. I don’t care that Emma is pretty, because I don’t think Hermione should be ugly, but I hate that she is overproduced. She shouldn’t have that hair, the concern with her appearance they for whatever reason made sure to let us know about already in PoA (what were we supposed to be impressed with at the ball in GoF when she already looked prettier in her uniform?). She should be stuck up, prone to even belittle people sometimes, as she often was in the books. She wasn’t supposed to have all these wise and brave lines every 5 minutes (they even gave her one of Dumbledore’s lines, c'mon!!). And how dare they not show how deeply she cared about the elves poor conditions? The original Hermione is amazing for all she really was (including her flaws), which was not some cliche “strong female” that we’re supposed to love for being perfect at everything. That’s not what “strong female character” means, cinema people. And don’t even get me started on Ron! His character was simply butchered, reduced to comic relief, instead of the incredibly brave and loyal guy we know from the books. I’ll never forgive the movies for having a scared helpless Ron at the Shrieking Shack, his daring line being given to Hermione, while the actual Ron Weasley was capable of standing up on a broken ankle and confronting a mass murderer to protect his friends by the age of 13! So, yes, I hate those damn movies.

Dreams of You // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: hello :) can I request a fluffy NCT Johnny soulmate!au where when the person sleeps, they see through their soulmates eyes.

words: 1662

category: fluff + soulmate!au

author note: this is actually my favorite johnny one i’ve done so far so pls enjoy it!

- destinee

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Forsythe - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Can I please have a Jughead fic where Y/n (confident, tough girl) is being playful and making fun of Jugheads real name when they’re at her house and he starts a tickle fight out of revenge being 100% done with her shit, despite thinking it’s adorable.

Anonymous said:

Fluffy & cute af Jughead imagine where you two have always been best friends and jug has been trying to hide the fact that he’s in love with you until he finally confesses his feelings and so you admit you feel the same way 😊 Love your writing btw x

Originally posted by squintlovely


I couldn’t help but combine these two ideas! I hope you’re both okay with this and I’m sorry it’s so short!!!

“What does that even mean?” You asked while grabbing your phone. Jughead spun around in your desk chair to look at you. You were sitting on your bedroom floor still giggling over  how his dad used his full name when she picked him up to come over.. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N, just drop it,” he said turning back to type away at his novel. You let out another adorable giggle that, even though you couldn’t see it, made Jughead smile. “Forsythe Pendleton, it sounds almost royal,” you let out a fake gasp, “Are you a long lost prince?” Jughead turned to look at you while trying to suppress a smile, “Wouldn’t that be interesting, me as a prince.” You let out a laugh, “You don’t have the manners!” He gave you a smile and you typed on your phone.

“According to sevenreflections.com, you are suppose to be kind, hospitable, and friendly,” you let out another laugh. He just rolled his eyes while he looked at his computer screen. The original plan for when he came over to your place was to have you proofread the drafts of his novels. He didn’t bring this up of course, but Jughead also wanted to tell you about how he truly felt about you, his best friend. He had been harboring feelings for you since the 6th grade, and after around four years of hiding, he finally felt confident enough to tell you. Those plans were soon scrapped when you heard his real name. He didn’t mind the teasing, not really, he just had other things on his mind. “I wonder what Pendleton means,” you voice broke him from his thoughts. “Oh this one suits you,” you said getting up to show him the results. You leaned over him, your arm over his shoulders to hold your phone in front of his face.

“You express yourself and your ideas through writings or other forms of art. While you are expressive, you like to keep your feelings to yourself,” you read the first few sentences out loud but Jughead wasn’t listening. He had stopped typing, marveling in your closeness and not hearing a single word. “Sounds like you,” you added and you turned to face him, but only to find his gaze on you. “Uh yeah, sounds like me,” he said quickly, looking back to his computer screen. You walked to your bed and sat against the wall, shutting off your phone. “When you’re done with that chapter, I can read through it.” He nodded and you picked at your nails, somewhat bored. Jughead’s finger were typing so fast, he thought maybe he’d have a cramp. He just wanted to hear you talk again. An idea crawled into his brain and he smiled, “So are you done making fun of my name?” You let out a laugh from where you were seated. “Oh honey, I’ve just started!” He smiled at his screen and listened while you described how a guy with his name should act and how he was the total opposite. “Like I said before, maybe you’re a rich prince,” you paused, smiling widely, “if that’s the case, we should go out sometime.” Jughead fumbled in his typing and hot blushed rose to his cheeks. He thanked God that you couldn’t see the blush, but you must’ve noticed his fingers because you started laughing again. To his surprise you didn’t downplay your proposal with a “I was just kidding, Jug.” No, you didn’t say anything of the sort and a sense of hope flooded over him. He added the finishing touches to his chapter and turned to face you.

“And Jughead Jones the third,” you let out a chuckle, “more like Jughead Jones the turd.” You started laughing, but Jughead couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it,” he said, standing and darting over to your bed. He leaned over you and proceeded to tickle you. You laughed and screamed, causing Jughead to smile wickedly. “You’re so mean Y/N,” he said, still tickling you, “but not like mean mean, but like annoying five year-old type mean.” This caused you to laugh more, making Jughead laugh as well and loosen up on his tickle attack. You took that to your advantage, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to the bed, where you pinned him.

“You tickle me for revenge, Jones, you get put in time out. Who’s the five year-old now?” He laughed fro underneath you, causing you to smile down at him. “I remember when you were five, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit.” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Really now, would a five year old have such good taste in choosing you as their best friend?” He stared up at you, taking in your stunning features. “Probably not, kids don’t tend to like me,” he whispered and you smiled down at him. He sat up suddenly, face to face with you as you were straddling his thighs to pin him. “But you like me,” he said, feeling his gut tighten with nerves, “and I was wondering if there was a chance that you,” his confidence wavered as he spoke. “I like you Y/N, more than as a friend.” You looked at him, peering into his green eyes before speaking. “You’re lucky you’re probably a long lost prince,” you said with a smile, “so about that date.” Jughead just smiled at you as you rattled off all of the outlandish things you wanted to do on your first date, that he could afford because of his royal family riches.

He just listened until he couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His hand lingered on the other side of your face as he pulled away, using his thumb to stroke your cheek bone.  Your expression suddenly grew serious, “Jug, are you sure you want this? I know I’m a handful sometimes and I don’t want you to leave.” His eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he held your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, even though you a total pain in the ass.” You laughed and so did he, but he wanted to you to believe him. He carefully moved in a pressed a soft and short kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a long lost prince with the patience of a saint.” You let out a loud laugh, “Sure, whatever Forsythe.”

Raising your children with Chris Evans:

Inspired by some conversations I’ve had with @ohevansmycaptain and @chrisevans-imagines over the last few weeks/months. Also, do yourself a favor and READ their work, it’s worth it. Please. There’s so much talent.

Previous headcanons: Your Relationship | Your Wedding | Your Pregnancy


• Chris wants to have four children, but you want two, so you both compromise and go for three adorable children.
• Two handsome boys and a beautiful girl who has his eyes. Chris calls your sons ‘buddy’ or whatever funny and loving nickname he has in mind and your daughter is called 'Little Princess’ because he thinks she deserves the world.
• Chris tries to be the best father he can be, raising your children happy and healthy. His main goal is never failing as a dad, always being there for them.
• You can spend hours with them playing around the house: they love 'hide-and-seek’ and a game called 'Monster’. Chris introduced this game to you and your children, saying he and his siblings used to play this game with their mother a lot during his childhood.
• One word: Disney. Disney is basically directing your life. Your children are raised with Disney everywhere and they love it as much as their father. You thought it was impossible, but it is.
• Chris watches the Patriots’ matches with them and he’s extremely proud when your young daughter says Tom Brady is her favorite player.
• Your children can play the mechanics or basketball together, but also tea party games.
• You admire them secretly from a corner of the room while Chris has this sheepish smile on his face and he always ends up playing the host of the party.
• There are lots and lots of bedtime stories!
• Prank wars that start ‘every man for himself’, but you end up teaming up with Chris to catch your kids running around the house until…
  - “Chris, you traitor!”
  - “Sorry, babe, but our son made his best puppy eyes. Couldn’t say no.”
• Chris can be quite strict some rare times, but he is very entertaining and he takes the time to study with them.
• Sometimes, you both decide to deal with issues as the bad cop and the good cop.
• You don’t punish them, but you give them this look that says everything is over when they are trying to do something wrong. It works perfectly, even with your husband.
• Chris is very protective of you and your children. He keeps them away from the spotlight and even if he loves being an actor, he’d rather stay at home with all of you than being on a red carpet or promote a new movie. Convenience is an afterthought when privacy is king.
• Disney World, at least three times a year when they aren’t at school yet.
• You teach them love, tolerance and to accept the differences between the opinions. You teach them to fight for what is right and never give up even if failing isn’t a big deal. They can always try again and do better.
• Education is very important to you and you support your children’s choices of careers. You’re both very involved in this part of their lives because you want to guide them through.
• They are very competitive, loud and stubborn… like their father! But they try to admit their mistakes right away. You suppose it has something to do with their Irish and Italian origins as Chris likes to say so.
• A lot of: it’s a simple phase, honey when they are teenagers.
• You teach them how to respect their future s/o and tell them they can talk to you if they are feeling insecure.
• Chris tends to overprotect your daughter when years pass and she gets attention from men.
  - “Sweetheart, look at this! That guy is kissing our daughter on the porch of our house.”
  - “You know him, Chris. He’s her boyfriend… and she’s twenty-five!”
  - “But she’s still my Little Princess.”
• You both are extremely happy when you hear that your elder son is expecting his own first child. That’s what you aspired to live as parents and now future grandparents.
• You are proud of whom your children are becoming and you don’t worry about their future anymore.

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Tanked // Kim Jongin

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Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell.
Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU
Word Count: 5,168

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1940s beach babes

beatrice-babe  asked:

I'm working on an assignment about how we could modify the way we teach Shakespeare so students understand it. In combing through JSTOR (our lord and savior) I found two articles both discussing how damned difficult it is to teach Shakespeare. Each is titled 'Teaching Shakespeare'. One is from 1942. The other is from 1893. It is 2017, and we still don't know how the fuck to teach this shit so people get it. Academic struggles all day every day and literally nothing has changed

University was a dream come true for me. I had amazing lecturers and the class had a three-pronged approach:

1. Explain the historical context of the play, how it was originally performed and how it was received

2. View different modern adaptations (at least 2-3, sometimes more, and ideally look at some from other cultures and in other languages) and compare and contrast how they interpret the same text

3. Encourage students to interpret the text in their own way. Wanna make A Midsummer Night’s Dream about two lesbians, Lysander and Hermia, running away from a homophobic society? Go for it. Now explain why you chose to do that and how you would stage it.

We would have lectures that were theory-based, interrupted by the professor playing some clips from different adaptations. Later in the week we would meet in a theatre space and work with the text physically, vocally, and have an open and honest discussion about what we were studying. We got through one play every two weeks over a 12 week period and came out with a solid understanding of each one. Extraordinary stuff.

Now, compare this approach, which is interesting, engaging and relevant to the modern era and our own experiences, to how it’s traditionally taught in high school.

You sit.

In a room.

You read the play.

You’re stuck with it for weeks and weeks.

You have no fucking clue what’s being said or why you should care. 

Your teacher then asks you to write an essay on a topic that will have some ludicrously long title that you barely understand.

You go away hating Shakespeare and viewing it as horrible and boring. 

And you completely miss what the text is about and what it can be about.

The thing that was really powerful at uni, and what we should endeavour to bring to teenage students, was looking at other people’s adaptations. Reading Shakespeare as a 15 year old, or indeed at any age, can be a struggle. It feels like you’re reading gobbledegook. How the hell are you supposed to understand Elizabethan slang? How are you supposed to engage with the story if you keep reaching for a dictionary every 2 seconds? But that’s where skilled actors and directors come into it, because these guys do the work for you. For example, The Globe theatre is a massive draw for tourists around the world. They perform plays in the original language in a way that is hugely accessible and entertaining for all people, no matter their background. They use voice, action and gesture to make sure you understand. It’s an old maxim that Shakespeare is meant to be seen and not heard, and it’s true, so let your students watch the professionals act it out. Let them watch two or three! Maybe more! And once they start to grasp the text, aided by historical context, get them up and get them speaking and performing. And if someone’s shy and doesn’t want to perform? That’s totally fine! They’re now the director, and they can come up with ideas that others will put into practice. 

Get people talking. Start arguments. Shakespeare’s plays will say something different to each different person. What is it about this text that you latch onto? Which adaptation did you like best? How do you think it should come to life? And when you assigns essays and assessments, let them write and argue about what they are passionate about. I fucking hate those essay prompts that box you in and allow no room to put forward your own feelings, which make you talk about the theme of forgiveness or whatever when you think fuck you, this play wasn’t about forgiveness at all, it was about (x).

Even with the little stuff, there’s no point just saying “so the definition of iambic pentameter is…” and moving on, you should be up there with your hand on your heart, making them tap along to their own heartbeats, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, Two HOUSE-holds BOTH a-LIKE in DIG-ni-TY - great! You feel it, don’t you? You feel those 10 beats in your heart, and now what happens when you recite a line that’s slightly irregular? Sometimes you’ll get a weird line that’s 9, 11 or 12 syllables where everything else is 10, sometimes you’ll get the stressed syllable in a different place than it should be, and you can feel that as you’re reciting - it’s as if your heart suddenly started beating faster or skipped a beat, and you have to listen to it and ask - why did Shakespeare want me to stress that? Why did this character suddenly falter and slip out of rhythm? Same with things like assonance, alliteration, repetition, juxtaposition and all those others words that make students’ eyeballs melt out of their heads. Don’t just make them memorise an arbitrary list of definitions, show them what they can do.

For example: repetition in Much Ado About Nothing. Beatrice and Benedick will often choose a word or an idea and then hit it back and forth like a shuttlecock until one of them drops it. But it’s the repetition of the word heart that is most striking, and the image of Beatrice’s heart in particular. Beatrice has a “merry heart,” she has a “wild heart,” Margaret jokes she should lay Carduus Benedictus to “your heart,” Benedick declares he wants to “live in thy heart.” The word crops up close to forty times throughout the play, associated with love, happiness, sexual ardour - nice things, in other words. In the confession scene we see:

BEATRICE: I was about to protest I loved you.

BENEDICK: And do it, with all thy heart.

BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart none is left to protest. 

And then, all of a sudden, just a few lines later, Shakespeare pulls the fucking rug out from under us. Remember all that nice heart imagery? Throw it out the window, and listen to what Beatrice has to say about Claudio, the scumbag who disgraced and almost killed her innocent cousin: I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

HOOOLY SHIT DUDE

Do you see that? One word, one image, one idea and suddenly it’s like the the roof has caved in. Claudio said he loved her cousin, and then he nearly killed her. And Beatrice, with her loving, merry heart, the heart that Benedick wishes to live in, says I would eat his heart. If hurting women is what Claudio intends to do with his love and his heart, then by God she will fucking pull it out of his chest and eat it where everyone can see so they know what should happen to men like him. 

Feel it, listen to it, live it. Those definitions will seem abstract and alien when you read them on the page - who cares if a few words start with the same letter? What does it matter if he repeats a couple of words? But you have to get into the text and really hear and see, viscerally, what these techniques are capable of. They should make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

Historical context is another issue I won’t go too far into, but suffice to say that it’s something that deserves far more attention than it gets. Apart from anything else, it’s interesting! People got up to crazy stuff in Shakespeare’s time, we should know about the world the Bard lived in.

I apologise for ranting, but yes. Shakespeare is often taught in an inadequate or inappropriate way, and for the sanity of high school students everywhere we should endeavour to teach teachers how Shakespeare should be taught.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario thing where mc was having a bad day and accidentally snapped at the rfa, v, and saeran and then feels really bad so she hides?

Well…we got way more into this than we originally thought we would. We apologize ahead of time for Jumin’s and Seven’s….enjoy. 


Zen:

  • You had a horrible day at work
  • When you came home, you thought dinner would be ready since Zen was supposed to cook
  • But when you got there, there was no dinner
  • He comes out from the bedroom and gives you a quick hug before starting to talk about his day
  • Normally, you both talk about your day, but today was strange
  • He kept going on and on about his skills and looks and how others don’t treat him like they should
  • It was grating on your nerves and you just burst
  • “You’re not the only one in the house, you know. Did you even ask about my day? No! Of course not. You were too busy blabbering about yourself.”
  • You regret it as soon as you see his face
  • It gets worse when he goes into the kitchen and returns with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of your favorite take out food
  • Embarrassed and angry with yourself, you run into the bathroom
  • You forget to lock the door so he comes right in
  • You’re crying and apologizing at the same time
  • He just pulls you into a hug and you two make up

Yoosung:

  • You had a long day at work
  • When you came home, you saw the house was a mess even though Yoosung had promised he would clean it
  • And to make it worse, he was asleep on the couch with the tv running in the background
  • Your bag drops waking him up
  • You don’t even know what you say
  • You’re just yelling at him for being lazy and irresponsible and he just deflates with every word
  • Looking at his face made you feel horrible, so you retreat to dining room
  • You see a bunch of exam papers and textbooks strewn across the table
  • You had totally forgotten that he had midterms soon and probably didn’t even sleep last night
  • He calls after you, so you quickly run into another room and curl up in the corner
  • You think you messed up badly since he doesn’t come after you
  • Then finally, he brings you a plate of food and sets it in front of you
  • “You shouldn’t skip your meals,” he says with a soft smile
  • You just start apologizing like crazy and he’s so patient and listens
  • You both go eat together on the floor and forget about the incident

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee had been putting more and more responsibilities on you for the cafe
  • She had been asking you to cover more hours lately and wouldn’t answer calls
  • She asked you again to cover her shift and you snapped
  • “Just because we’re in this together doesn’t mean you can slack off on your job.”
  • Jaehee gets really stiff and excuses herself from the room
  • You feel badly about it, but you go on with your work
  • After all the short exchanges all day, you only feel worse
  • Then Jaehee hands you some papers at the end of the day
  • “I’ve been meeting with my landlord to discuss getting a two bedroom apartment. I wanted you to move in, since it might be easier to be closer to the cafe and all.”
  • Now you feel a hundred times worse
  • You rush out of the cafe and walk to the park to cool off
  • Jaehee knew your habits well and found you at the normal bench
  • She give this long apology and she’s just smiling at you
  • You think she’s going to retract the offer, but she hands the papers to you again
  • You both make up, and you move in a month later

Jumin:

  • For the past few weeks, Jumin had been a little more distant than usual
  • He was on his phone a lot, answering emails, having late meetings
  • Normally, you were understanding and let it go
  • But today, you had a really bad day and you were exhausted and coming home late
  • So, when Jumin told you that he a dinner at a fancy restaurant planned for you within the hour, you just snap
  • “You can’t expect me to be ready for these sort of things. It takes time to find a dress and get ready. Remember, I wasn’t the one born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
  • The smile he was wearing gradually fell off of his face
  • “Oh…” is all he manages to say
  • You leave, already feeling bad
  • When you get to your room, you find a dress perfectly fitted to you already laid out, along with matching shoes, and even a stylist ready to help for hair and make up if you so needed
  • To make it worse, the stylist just grins, “You must be excited! Mr. Han has been planning this surprise for you all month.”
  • You. Feel. Horrible
  • You rush back to Jumin and he just starts apologizing to you for being inconsiderate of your time and schedule, and how he canceled the reservations, and starts saying how he’ll try harder to make you feel happy
  • You just start crying because you feel like the worst person on the planet 
  • You apologize and try to convince him it wasn’t his fault at all
  • He just holds you and says he understands how it feels when stress gets the better of you
  • His sweetness makes you feel worse, but it was okay in the end since you had a nice night in


Seven:

  • Your work had been really busy, and on top of it, an RFA party was coming up
  • Thankfully, there was only one thing left for the party, and that was to mail a time-sensitive document to a potential guest
  • Since you were working late, Saeyoung agreed to run it to the post office
  • That day had been a bad day at work and you go to Saeyoung’s place, you find the document still on his table
  • You hear the door open and he casually walks in
  • You ask him where he went, and he says he went on a drive to destress
  • You wave the document in the air and he slams his hand on his forehead
  • He apologizes, saying he totally forgot and you just blow up
  • “Why do you always end up messing things up?”
  • There’s just a long silence and then he just nods, “Oh…I see.”
  • He excuses himself and locks himself in his workroom
  • You already feel bad, but you run out to the post office before it closes
  • When you get back, Saeran is in the living room, glaring at you
  • Apparently he heard what you said to Saeyoung earlier
  • Saeran explains that he had a short relapse the night before so he was throwing some things and Saeyoung was trying to get him to calm down
  • Of course, that led to him driving Saeran to the therapist early in the morning and spending the rest of the day cleaning and replacing/fixing all the broken things
  • Saeran just finishes chewing you out, “Don’t assume about situations you don’t fully know. It’s unnecessary…and annoying.”
  • You just crying because you know Saeran wouldn’t have opened up like that unless Saeyoung really took what you said to heart
  • Upon hearing the commotion, Saeyoung emerges
  • He asked what happened and Saeran just shrugs and leaves the room
  • You run forward to hug him and start apologizing and saying how horrible you were to him
  • He accepts your apology and doesn’t let go until you stop crying

Saeran:

  • You had a horrible day at work and it didn’t help that your family had pulled you into some drama
  • So, when Saeran dropped by unexpectedly, your nerves were already on edge
  • You’re trying to cook yourself a meal and he’s just venting about Saeyoung
  • You just get really tense and mutter, “I have enough family problems without having to listen to yours.”
  • Only he heard it
  • He gets really quiet and looks down at his shoes
  • Guilt slams into you and you just run right into your room and lock the door
  • You release some of your stress, crying here and there
  • About an hour later, you figured he would’ve left so you open your door
  • You find him sitting on the floor
  • He stands and wipes a tear from your eye “Are you done?”
  • You sniffle and ask if he’s angry at you because you were sorry
  • He gives a shrug
  • “I say a lot of stupid stuff to you sometimes. It was just my turn to be on the receiving end.”
  • You just tackle him in a hug

V:

  • You came home after a long day at work
  • V was waiting and asked how your day was casually
  • You start venting to him, but in the middle, you realize his responses are so bland
  • He just nods from time to time and gives some ambiguous grunts
  • For some reason, it snaps your nerve
  • “I know you’re not listening to me, V. Don’t pretend to listen just because you’re trying to be nice. Be sincere for once.”
  • He’s very calm when he faces you, but you can see hurt in his eyes
  • He just gives you a sad smile, “I’m sorry your boss blamed you wrongly, and that your coworker distracted you so you had to work through lunch. And I’m sorry if I seemed like I wasn’t paying attention. I’ll try to be more enthusiastic next time.”
  • Cue the guilt flooding in
  • You drop whatever you’re doing and curl up into bed
  • He waits a little while before coming over to you, bringing you pudding
  • He pushes your hair away from your damp face
  • “Don’t feel too bad. I know you had a bad day.”
  • You know it’s not an excuse and apologize
  • But he just makes you eat the pudding, because who can be in a bad mood while eating pudding? 

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anonymous asked:

If we all freak out abt will's wide shoulders,,,,how must nico feel?

he likes them. 

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Nico blinked a few times at the bright light, squinting his eyes. “What - where am I?”

Hina - one of Will’s siblings more than often in the infirmary - didn’t even glance up from where she was filling out paperwork at his bedside. “The infirmary, duh.”

Nico sat up, instantly wincing from the action.  “I - what? I don’t remember, uh -” His head hurt against the lights, and he rubbed at his eyes. “I don’t remember anything. The camp was attacked, right?”

Hina popped her gum. “Just by some low-ranking monsters, nothing big.” Her voice was dismissive, as if Nico wasn’t actually starting to remember the several threatening figures that had nearly broke their camp wards. She finally looked up, waving her pen around a bit. “You overdid the shadow magic, passed out before the battle was done.”

Ah. That explained the headache, and the deep pains in his muscles. God, he was going to be feeling like this for the next few days. That always sucked.

He started to push the blankets down, fully prepared to start talking his way out of the sterile, stiff bed and straight into his own. He paused, thinking for a moment. “How did I get here? If I passed out mid battle?” He was used to waking up where he passed out, now that he thought about it. Usually in alleys or parks, but usually no one tried to mess with him.

Hina looked like she was finishing up her paperwork, giving him a bored look. “Will brought you in. You were totally out of it, completely unconscious.”

Nico considered that. “He…brought me in?”

“Yeah. He was carrying you across his shoulders.”

And that -

- that completely froze Nico.

He swallowed a few times. Tried to speak. “He uh, he carried me across his, um, shoulders?”

Hina was looking a bit annoyed at all his questions. “Yes?” She crossed her arms, “Do you have anymore questions? Because I can just go get Will for those. I have a ton of paperwork to do.”

Nico was already nodding, very firmly back in place in his infirmary bed. “You can go get him.”

She huffed a breath, giving him a look, before turning and doing just so.

“Just so you know -” She called over her shoulder, a smirk crossing her face. “He’s not happy with you, death boy.”

Usually, Nico would have been all scowling and snapping remarks at the nickname - Will’s nickname for him - before the originator of the name himself was there.

Will appeared bedside and - and have Will’s scrubs always been that tight? Around his chest? And…and his biceps?

Will was giving him a look that Nico couldn’t even fully appreciate. “Kayla was suppose to come and get me when you woke up. How are you feeling?”

Nico fumbled for the glass of water at his bedside - probably put there by Will himself - before speaking.

He clenched his fingers around the lukewarm glass. “Uh, fine.” He rasped, “Headache, muscle pains. You know.”

Will nodded, because out of everyone, he did know Nico’s condition the best. He also rolled his eyes, but he also knew how careless Nico could be with his powers in relation to himself.

If Nico wasn’t so, um, distracted at the moment, he’d probably be snapping at the action. Some sarcastic remark, probably.

“You carried me back here.” Nico said before he could stop himself. His throat was so, so dry. He took another desperate sip of the water.

Will shrugged, “No big deal. I always carry campers back here.”

Nico could just barely stop his eyes from going wide. “You do?”

“Either me, Lukas, or Kayla.” He grabbed Nico’s chart from the front of his bed and began flipping through it, frowning at whatever he was reading. “That just happens when you’re the oldest.”

There - standing in front of Nico’s bed under the too-bright lights of the infirmary - there was Nico’s perfect view of - of The Shoulders (™).

Nico didn’t know he even had a thing for shoulders. Strong, wide shoulders, that stretched the thin, clean fabric of Will’s scrubs, where Will’s curls just began to brush as they fall back from his neck.

Yeah. Nico definitely had a thing for shoulders.

And Will was continuing on.

The other boy glanced over his shoulder, “Actually, if you’re going to be here for awhile - surprised you didn’t escape the moment you woke up - we can start an IV, you’re probably dehydrated. Be right back.”

He stood, turning away to give - ah - Nico a view of his apparently matching too-tight scrub pants, and continued babbling on to Nico as he did so. In the face or, um, rear of just perfection, Nico could only numbly nod back. 

This - wasn’t good. 

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Kougi’s April Fool’s drawing
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T/N: so I think that panel is supposed to be Riko reaching into her big front pocket and pulling out an envelope, like Doraemon’s 4D pocket. And the only reason I think this is because Kougi is a pretty big Doraemon fan. 

Helpless

Requsts: “Can you do one for Klaus where he’s obliviously in love with virgin reader and when he leaves town, she’s upset about why. Bestie Stefan comforts her and she ends up riding his face. Klaus finds out,gets upset, returns to show her what she’s missing?” (Not really smutty even though it should be, but there are places where you can gather enough info to literally imagine it. I just couldn’t picture this one as smutty, just more like a drama. It was still fun to write!)

The anxiety building up to the point where Klaus broke your heart made you realize how lucky you were to be oblivious. You just wished you could go back to the days where guys wouldn’t break your heart. Where they wouldn’t make you fall in love with them and then crush you. You were an oblivious nineteen year old girl who fell for Klaus Mikaelson, you let this happen. If you hadn’t then you wouldn’t have to deal with this heart ache. ‘My past promises to keep you with me no matter the destination has brought me to realize your safety is key and not just my needs for you to be by my side. I have to let you go, Y/N.’

Just thinking about the way he was talking to you. He was hurt which made his normally bubbly and happy toned accent sound dreary and cold. You hated goodbyes, and it didn’t matter what they were about. Especially when somebody said goodbye to you. Somebody you loved. Repeating his voice in your head made you feel like he was right next to you, you could feel him there. But when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there. You opened your eyes to the front door of the boarding house where your best friend Stefan lived.

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