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  • Interviewer #1: You're becoming like the sixth member of One Direction right now-
  • Shania Twain: Oh my god, that would be so great! I'd love to do that.
  • Interviewer #1: -because Harry Styles was just in an interview saying he would love- like he's a huge Shania fan!
  • Shania Twain: Ahh, He's- I mean, isn't he just an incredible singer? I love his voice.
  • Interviewer #2: I love his album too!
  • Shania Twain: -Yeah, no he's incredible. They're all just so different from each other, and I really appreciate what they're doing on their own as individuals. And, um, just being able to see the depth of their individual art and styles. So it's really great watching them grow now, you know, doing their own independent things. But I love both [Niall and Harry].

[3/?] Belter Creole

“the belter language is typically written in the latin alphabet. most letters have similar phonetic values as in english, but there are some differences.”

Phillipa Soo Doesn’t Leave It All Onstage (NYT Magazine):

Not two years ago, you made your Broadway debut in “Hamilton” and received a Tony nomination for playing Eliza, the wife of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s title character. Now you’re starring in a Broadway musical adaptation of “Amélie.” You graduated from Juilliard in 2012 — what does all of this feel like? 

There’s the cool factor, right? You see your face on a sign or your name on something, like: “Ahh! Here I am!” And then there’s a huge responsibility and the scary part of it, which is like, “Now what happens?” And then you realize, “Oh, yeah, this is my job.”


I’m sure you had many more illustrious visitors during your run in “Hamilton.” 

When the Obamas came, that was pretty special. When we visited the White House, I got to watch Chris Jackson sing “One Last Time” right in front of the portrait of George Washington, while Barack and Michelle Obama are sitting right there.

The final scene in “Hamilton,” where Eliza reconciles with her dead husband’s legacy, is pretty emotionally overwhelming. Did you need to rush back to your dressing room and decompress in silence? 

Some days. Doing a show eight times a week is kind of like doing yoga or tai chi. A vinyasa is the same every single time you do it, but depending on how you’re feeling, it tells you a lot about what’s happening in your life. So, there were days where I’d come offstage and be like, “Let’s go out and drink.” But you learn little tricks here and there. Some nights I’d say to myself, “I don’t know if I can watch my son die.” But you learn that you don’t have to go there every night; the writing does that.

You reunited with your “Hamilton” co-stars Renée Elise Goldsberry and Jasmine Cephas Jones to sing “America the Beautiful” at the Super Bowl. Was it a different experience to perform for tens of millions of people? 

I’m looking out and going, “That’s a lot of people.” But I didn’t really get nervous. Once we got up there, we couldn’t actually hear anything. All we could hear was our own voices. And I was like: “O.K., well, hopefully it sounds good. Am I even performing? Can you guys hear me?” […]

read the rest of the interview (including the list of Pippa’s top five female singer-songwriters)

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Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst (kinda…I guess?)

Summary: You and Yoongi had a history which nobody knew about. Now that you’ve debuted, you know your paths would cross again.

Word Count: 1689

Originally posted by jjks

Yoongi tossed and turned in bed unable to get the image of you out of his head. Seeing you at that music show was the first time he’d seen you in person in almost four years. He couldn’t lie, you looked amazing and watching you perform was on a whole other level. He knew you loved music just as much as he did, but he never imagined you going through trainee years or debuting as an idol. 

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Dating Gukkie Includes...

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

—he would be SO SHY AT FIRST 😳

—a lot of blushing, nervous stuttering, and voice cracks when you’d try to engage conversation or even stand relatively close at first

—after what seemed like forever (give him about 3 months or so) he’d finally get us to your hugs, lingering hands, kisses, etc etc 😍😍

—singing you to sleep and playing with your hair as you softly cuddle into his chest 

—forehead, crown kisses, hand kisses and back hugs are his favorite things!! 😚

—him trying to be cute ALL THE TIME 

—an example;; “omg you’re hands are so small how cute!!1!!1” then he lifts up your hand for comparison to his and next thing you know he’s softly kissing your fingers and sending you his ever famous bunny smile as he giggles and WOWO IM IN LOVE

—he will not hesitate to spoil the shet outta you like he sees you eye a dress for three seconds and suddenly he’s gone and bought it within two seconds 💰💰

—pulling weird faces from across the room whenever you both make eye contact 😂

—knocking on your door at 2 AM seeing if you wanna go for a walk and when you ask why he’ll get all gushy and defensive and very quietly be like “I just— I missed you, is all…” 😶😶

—constantly messing around with the members together A LOT!!! 😝

—whenever his teasing gets outta hand you have to kindly step in before Jimin actually beats the shit outta him if he gets called short ONE MORE TIME 

—verbal teasing has become a regular thing the both of you do 😇

—wake up next to him and he’s like “wow, you look trashier than usual” and you reply with something just as fucked up like “mhm, really? you should take a look at yourself, hotshot." 

—"well, damn princess ;;;)))”

—"what? Like what you see? ;;;))))“

—”…actually no— if you would have let me finish my sentence, then you would have known that you look like absolute trash

—"oh, that’s great! I was trying to look like you today anyways :)))”

—your texting consist of the dankest of dank memes ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

—taking ugly surprise pictures of each other and only using it for blackmail purposes muahahahahah 😈

—vvv competitive with eachother1!! 

—everything he does you’ll always try to out beat him at it and vice versa for him; video games, singing, dancing, working out,, sex 😛💦 ANYTHING

—because of this little competitions break out and there is always a “consequence” for the loser

—literally, just two little trouble making kids just dating and making, even more, trouble together 😈😇

—constantly reassuring him that “yes, I still love you, kookie & no I will never stop loving you, kookie” cause he would be so insecure about every little thing that he does

—randomly showering him in compliments which result in him blushing and giggling and being super shy and his cute bunny smile shet ahh cutie!!


—talking about anime series, favorite comic heroes/series, movies/books that you two can both just fangirl about 🔥🔥

—dates where everything is just chill where you two can talk and have fun and enjoy each other more and just YEEES ☺️☺️☺️

—walks on the beach, star gazing, movie dates, coffee shop, picnics, road trips, dinner dates, breakfast dates, juuust really chiiiill dates m8 🔥☺️

—knowing whenever your in a mood just by the look of your face

—same thing implies with you to him

—and then the two of you doing everything you can to make the other smile or happy or tell them what’s wrong so they can  try and fix it woooooow what a caring bf 😍😍


—he will fck shit up if some potential threat so much as fuckin looks at you at a club/party/event 😤🙅

—AND you can’t argue about it cause he’s literal perfection so you’re exactly like him whenever you two go out

—you will not hesitate to hastily pull him into a kiss just to spite other women that think they can have a slice of your bby boy nOooOpes!!! HE’S YOURS!

—usually, ends up having mind blowing jealousy sex in like the laundry room or something but shhh it’s lowkey 👀👅💦

—accident giggles between make out session cause he’s rlly rlly ticklish 😝

—lingering touches on your lower back, waist, and hips whenever you go out cause he wants everyone to know your his, but doesn’t want to smother either in their faces

—lowkey PDA (holding hands and pinky locking) at first, but once he gets comfortable he’ll sometimes full on make out with you BUT only with certain people like his members!!!


—he’d be so willing to fuck you hard, but at the same time if you want to pleasure him then he’d happily play the sub role

EXTREMELY kinky (you blame namjoon for it tbh)


—Thigh riding cause LOOK AT THEM 🔥🔥👀

—hand jobs <<<< blowjobs ✊💦👄

—rough sex >>>>> love making


—showering you with compliments as he slams himself into you deeper and harder every time 😝

—always calls you baby girl or bby but ONLY during steamy sexy time 😛

—other times when he’s being cute or needy he uses sweet stuff like honey, princess and/or darling ☺️☺️

—catching him staring at your breathtaking beauty all the time

—"what are you looking at, kookie?“

—"oh–oh… um, nothing… sorry…”

—finding little doodles and drawing scattered all over the place with little notes on the side of them like “hagd, princess” “I love you” “ur butt looks better than usual today ;;)” “see you soon, my love”

—such a supportive little bf all the time every time ✊😊

—got a new promotion at work? treats you to fine wine at a 5-star restaurant, special event coming up that deals with you? he’ll cancel everything on that day just to be there with you 

—overall little golden shit maknae would make such a cute and supportive bf that loves and accepts you not matter what and will always, always be there for you!! and ofc you’d do the exact same thing for him any day, anytime! 😚👌💗

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The Joker x Reader - “No Names” Part 1

When The Joker told you he found somebody else, your world shattered to pieces. But what hurt the most was the fact that he didn’t even bother to come around and see his little girls; very hard to find excuses on why their father is missing, especially when the triplets adore him. And extremely hard to cope with the gloomy future after you found out some details that might explain his estrangement.

Part 2 :

Part 3:

At the present moment, the four year old triplets (Emma, Mia and Evie) are fighting about who should sit in daddy’s lap. There’s some fake crying, some pushing around followed by a tantrum and J finally gives in and lifts them up one at a time so they can all sit on his knees. Very crowded and hardly any space for everybody, but somehow it works.

“Are you good now?” he asks, trying to reach over so he can type on his laptop. They all giggle and then the bickering starts again.
“Daddy’s mine,” Emma pulls The Joker’s face towards her and kisses his pale cheek.

“No-oo-o,” Mia whimpers upset about it.“Daddy’s mine!” and she yanks his head and gives him a kiss.

Evie almost has a fit:

“He’s mine! I’m going to marry him!”

The Joker snorts as the girls argue in his lap. You never intervene when stuff like this is going on because you believe he needs it: doesn’t hurt to be reminded you’re human from time to time. And that includes the King of Gotham.

“I really have to send an e-mail, OK? Behave, brats !”

“No, I want to marry daddy!”

“No, me!!” and the fight continues regardless J’s request. He sighs and interrupts:

“Be quiet, girls! Stop moving around !”


“Hey, what did I just say? There’s plenty to go around for everybody, even if mommy gets the best part,” and you get winked at.

You stop your current task, which is opening a bunch of boxes with new clothes for your daughters and give him the look.

He starts laughing.

“Yeah, your mom knows what I’m talking about; she’s so lucky!”

“Right…” you mutter to yourself.

“I want to play with daddy’s hair,” Mia whines, attempting to touch the green locks. The others follow:

“Me too!”

“Me too, daddy!”

“I don’t have time little Dolls,” he huffs and gets ready to remove them from his lap.

Crying begins – the spoiled kids type; he spoils them rotten and you do too. Guilty as charged.

“Fine, fine, you win!” The Joker gives them the satisfaction and the girls are now on the floor around their father, caressing his hair and fighting about which one of them should get more to play with.  He just sits there in between them, huge grin on his face. 

Mia pecks his temple.

“Ahh, thank you Evie,” J sighs, very pleased with his current situation.

“I’m Mia, daddy,” she corrects him.

“No you’re not,” he teases more.

“I’m Evie, daddy,” the other little girl snickers.

“Nahh, you’re Emma, don’t lie to me.”

“No, I’m Emma, daddy,” the third one points.

“Nope, no way!” and the little ones start talking in the same time, trying to explain to their father which one is which.

“Are you sure?” he frowns, pretending to debate.

“U-hum,” they nod, lined up in front of him.

“Well, if you say so, I guess you know better…”

They jump around, excited The Joker finally got it and he wants to get up.

“Y/N, come help me up,” he signals you and you go over.

“What is it, old man? Can’t do it on your own?” you smile, aiding him.

“Hilarious, Kitten, you should do stand-up comedy,” he mumbles, suddenly sour.

“I should, I’m pretty funny. Something wrong?” you check, noticing the painful grimace on his face.

“It’s nothing; my back hurts again. These kids are wearing me out!” he blames it on the 3 small Princesses at his feet.

“It’s their job, baby,” and he gets a kiss from the Queen herself.

“Behave, woman!” he growls in your ear. “I have to go and you’re distracting me.”

“Hey, wanna make an appointment for a back massage tonight?” you offer, eager for some time alone with him.

“I can’t…I have so many things to plan and transactions on the black market to attend to.” There is definitely something going on behind those blue eyes you can’t quite pinpoint.

“Again?!…I want you to sleep here, you’re away too much. Stuff can wait, ok? Plus, I can help.”

“It’s fine, my Queen needs to rest,” J makes up this lame excuse again and heads towards the elevator with the girls following him.

“Daddy, up!” they whine since he’s not paying attention to them anymore.

“I can’t lift you up, Dolls. I’m busy, go play!” he sends them back to you and they pout but obey.


It’s very late and The Joker didn’t come home. You still keep on waiting, hoping he is going to show up. You smile in the darkness when you remember the first time you showed him the ultrasound picture with the triplets. J stood there still, holding it in his hands, staring with his mouth open.

“Oh my God!”

That’s all he said.

“Ummm, oh my God as in oh my God yes or as in oh, no ?” you asked, intrigued.

He didn’t even hear you.

“I’m so awesome!!!” he blurred out, snorting. “I’m more than incredible ! Three in one strike! Ha!”

“I think I have my share at this since I participated in the project,” you protested, annoyed.

“Shut up, Y/N, this is obviously me,” and he seemed so mesmerized and thrilled you actually let him win. “I have some serious skills,” J smirked, arrogant to a fault and you rolled your eyes so badly they almost fell off the back of your head.

And the things he would say when you got so big since you had three little beings growing inside of you.

“Damn, Pumpkin, you can audition for Godzilla’s part in the next movie!”

“You – you are the rudest person ever!” you got so mad but he didn’t stop.

“Well, maybe not Godzilla, I don’t want to exaggerate. I think you could get the part of a whale!”

You glared at him, pissed because you were fed up with his mocking. The Joker enjoyed teasing you more than anything. Such an easy prey due to your…condition. Just one look down at your bump and:

“I – I’m huge!” you started crying up a storm, hormonal and emotional since you were super pregnant, tired and cranky.

“Awwww, com’ere,” The Joker would try to fix it and made this strenuous sounds when you sat in his lap. “Jesus, woman, don’t break my legs!”

“You’re horrible, I hate you!” and you would wipe your eyes and your nose with your sleeve, not giving a crap. Too uncomfortable to care.

“Ewwww, Kitten, are you gonna change your shirt?!” J couldn’t help it; he had to taunt more.

“No, I don’t want to,” you would sniffle, not looking at him.

“That’s fine; you sure are a sight for sore eyes,” and he kissed you to make it better. “So sexy…for a whale,” he has to keep going, considering it his sacred duty to ridicule his Queen.

“I really hate you,” you complained, exasperated.

“Thank you, Doll,” and that silver grin got wider.

Once, he found you having a nervous breakdown at the hideout near The Bridge of Angels.

“What’s wrong, hm?” J cautiously approached, wondering what the new crisis is about.

“I was trying to load guns… “ and you took such a deep breath, not being able to stop bawling, “…and I dropped a box of bullets,” you show him the ammo on the floor, scattered all over the place. “I can’t even bend to pick them up,” and tears kept on rolling down your cheeks.

“That’s soooo sad, Pumpkin,” and he took your hands in his, kissing each finger. “These sausage fingers, so chubby and puffy, of course they can’t do anything.”

“You suck,” and kicked his ankle, but calmed down a bit.

“Thank you, Doll,” that satisfied smile lingered on his lips as he was finishing what he started.

When the girls were almost two years old, The Joker ended up at Arkham and took a while to bring him back. He was so out of it from meds and electroshock therapy that barely had the strength to crawl on the couch in the living room and passed out. Didn’t even go to see his daughters.

Evie was the one that heard the noises and woke up, came to see what’s going on and that pure joy on her face when she saw J made your heart skip a beat. You told the little one to be quiet and placed her on his chest; she fell back asleep right away.  You brought the other two sleepy heads and placed them on the sides of his body. He sensed the movements through his restless dreams and squeezed his arms around them, suddenly more at ease.

He knew he was home.


You didn’t see him in a month. The Joker said he’s out of town with business and that was all. He responded to your texts and phone calls, but in a very short manner. Something is definitely not right. You just know it.

For the moment you are in the basement, watching him stash a few guns in a suitcase. You’re so upset you can’t think straight. The kids are not at the penthouse and J doesn’t want to wait for them to come back from the playground so he can see them.

“Where are you going, baby?” he gets questioned and that pisses him off.

“I have urgent matters to attend to, ok?! You know our lifestyle, I don’t have to explain it to you !!”

“Does this…urgent matter…have a name?” you whisper and he stops, giving you an evil gaze.

“You wanna do this NOW?”

“What… what exactly are we doing?” you panic, not sure what is going on.

“Of course she has a name, are you completely stupid ?! Didn’t you notice how much I have to pretend around you and YOUR noisy girls? I thought you were smarter than this!!!” the tirade begins and you are not prepared for it. “I am so tired of you, you bore me to death, can’t you see ?! Why do you think I keep on avoiding you, huh? I need someone younger, prettier and energetic to keep up with me!!!” he dramatically gestures, burning you with his blue eyes. “You’re none of these; not anymore !!!” J takes the suitcase and storms out, bumping into you as he passes by.

You gulp, stunned at all the hurtful words:

“Don’t be pathetic and take the hint, Y/N!” the barks at you before disappearing up the staircase.

“I’m gonna kill you!” you yell after him, shaking from the tension. “And her too!!”

“Don’t make me come down there again or YOUR kids will be orphans!!” The Joker shouts and you hear the basement’s door being slammed so loud it makes you jump.


You detest calling him. You do it for your children; they won’t stop asking about The Joker. What hurts the most is the fact that he doesn’t even bother to visit his little girls; very hard to find excuses on why their father is not present, especially when the triplets adore him.

They miss him badly and you telling them he’s on vacation all the time doesn’t help. It breaks your heart when they start crying:

“I miss my daddy,” Emma squeezes your arm and you wipe the tears, so upset it’s hard not to cry yourself.

“Me too,” Evie slides her head in your lap, whimpering.

“I want my daddy,” Mia weeps and you hold them close to you in the big, empty bed.

“He’s coming, honey,” and you kiss their foreheads. “He is on a vacation and he’s coming back soon, alright?”

“When, mommy?” the little voices insist.

“Soon, very soon,” you sigh, fighting to maintain a fake smile on your lips.

After they fall asleep, you carefully get out of bed and go on the balcony, calling again.

“What do you want?” J snaps as soon as he picks up.

“Are you going to come see your daughters? It’s been three months! I don’t know what to do anymore; they really miss you. Would you please come? Just for a little bit?” you beg, irritated you have to bargain for something you shouldn’t have to.

“I’m busy! I’ll try but I can’t promise anything.”

“Are you ready Mister J?” you hear the woman’s voice in the background and you drop the phone, startled. The screen cracks but you can still hear him:

“Yeah, coming! Hold on, she’s bothering me again!”

You bite on your cheek and grab the cell, tossing it over the edge of the terrace. You didn’t want to hear that.


The home phone going off at 2am wakes you up abruptly. You answer as fast as you can, not wanting to wake up the little ones.

“Yes, Frost?” you mumble, tired, wondering what he wants.

“Hi, Y/N. I need to talk to you about Mister J,” Jonny begins and you won’t have any of it.

“Is he coming to see his kids?”

“I don’t know, but…”

“Then I don’t care!!” you raise your voice without realizing.

“Mommy…” Emma complains, turning towards you and you just hang up.

The phone rings again.
“Stop calling, Frost!”

“I need to talk ab…”

You hang up and place the phone under all the extra pillows at the side of the bed. You feel it vibrating and ignore it.

After about an hour you hear the elevator going up at the penthouse.


When the elevator’s doors open, Jonny Frost finds a very displeased Y/N in front of him, arms crossed on your chest.

“Can I help you?!” you sulk, vexed he has the nerve to actually come uninvited in the middle of the night.  

“I know you don’t want me here, but I really need to talk to you,” and he steps inside the living room, decided not to drop it.

“Is it about J?”

“Yes, I told you…”
“I don’t care! The only news that would make me happy is him coming to see our daughters. That’s it. Is he coming?”

“I’m not sure wh…”
“Then get the fuck out of my house!” you push Jonny, bitter and resentful. “Go serve his every need and that bitch he’s with. GO!!!”

Frost is a strong man; makes it hard for you to move him if he doesn’t want to be moved.

“There is no woman,” he utters, keeping his composure.

“Did he put you up to this?! Get out!”

At this point you are so mad you can’t listen to anything anymore.

“I’m not leaving. I need to talk to you. Y/N…” Frost gets in your face, still calm. “There is no woman. You know me; would I lie to you?”



You sneak inside the hideout, not having a clue on how you are going to handle the situation. I guess you’ll have to improvise as you go.

The Joker is coming out of the kitchen in a pair of shorts and halts when he sees you. Not a pleasant surprise, that’s for sure. He breaks the silence:

“What are you doing here?”

You don’t reply; you just analyze him and conclude it doesn’t seem good at all.

“Did…did that asshole ran his mouth?” J tilts his head to the left, grinding his teeth. That’s the only explanation he can think of and it makes him angry.

You ignore his inquiry and have a question of your own, even if you already know the answer:

“What are those?” you refer to the bruise-like spots on his skin; you can see them on his chest, a few on his arms and legs.

“Go away, Y/N. Go home to the girls!” he rushes you, wanting to get rid of your presence as fast as possible.

You nod a no and step towards him.

“It’s contagious, stay away!” The Joker snarls, backing out.

“No it’s not,” and you get closer.

“Are you ready, Mister J?” the woman’s voice coming from kitchen alerts of a third person in the warehouse.

“Is that your girlfriend?” you give him the look as you slip by his body and finally see her: probably in her mid 50’s, holding a syringe. Her eyes get big when she realizes you’re there. “Younger and prettier, hm?” you address The Joker and he’s silent, aware you already know what’s going on.

“Give me that!” you gesture towards the syringe and she hesitates:

“Mister J…”

“I said give me that!!!!” you yell, yanking it from her hand. “This is my job, not yours! Get out! “

She looks at him and J signals it’s ok. The woman complies and walks away, leaving you two alone. You lick your lips and The Joker comes closer, taking a sit on a chair nearby.

“Well, since it’s your job…” he extends his arm and waits. You go in front of him, struggling to be tough.

“Tell me where…,” you sniffle and his finger shows you the spot on the shoulder.

“This is so awkward, Kitten,” he slowly blinks, grabbing your shaky hand. “I can do it.”

“No, I will, “ and the needle finds its way into the skin, slowly releasing the medicine. “I hate you!” you burst into tears as soon as you’re finished.

He knows why; no explanation needed.

“I hate everybody too, so I understand,” he pretends to be sympathetic.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” and you look so devastated J can’t make a stupid joke about it.

“You and the girls have to get used with me not being around,” he admits to the truth.

“How – how bad is it?” you stutter, wishing you could really hate him.

“Pretty bad, it’s spreading fast.”

You cry harder.

“All this stuff you have around, is it helping any?”

“Somewhat, I guess… I’m still breathing for the moment.”

The fool doesn’t even notice how unbearable it is for you to hear such things. You straddle his lap and hug him tight, sobbing.

“You’re not dying; you’re gonna live forever,” you manage to articulate.

“God help Gotham then, hm?” The Joker holds you so firmly it hurts but you don’t feel the ache. “You should go home to OUR girls. This is making me very sick; I don’t want you here. I don’t want you around it. Shit, I don’t want to be around it, but I have no choice.”

“I want to be around it,” you wipe your face with the sleeve of your shirt and he really needs to point out:

“Ewww, Princess, are you gonna change your shirt?”

“No, I don’t want to,” and you kiss him, too desperate to smile at the silly memory.


The medication has such nasty side effects: gives him something similar to seizures and a lot of nausea. Even if he swallowed pills to help with that, it took a while to kick in. The back pain was so strong you couldn’t move him afterwards. He remained on the bathroom floor, curled up in ball, resting his head in your lap, drained. You used towels to cover him up and he dozed off, exhausted even if it’s only 9:59am.

You text Frost to ask for a favor:

“Please bring the kids.”

** The girls enter the bathroom and gasp when they see their father.
“Daadddy!!!!” they all exclaim, running and dropping on their knees by him, happy like you never seen them before.

“Ssstttt,” you bring your finger to your lips. “Please be quiet, daddy’s not well; he needs to sleep, OK?”

“Ok, mommy,” Emma bends over to peck his cheek and the other siblings do the same.

“Is daddy back from vacation?” Evie excitedly stares at her father, not being able to take her eyes off him.

“Yes, honey, he is,” and they are so excited they get up and run out, fastly returning with blankets and pillows. They stash them around you two, cuddling on the pile of fluffy covers, all eager to touch The Joker. They hold his fingers and he wants to open his eyes but can’t. 

His clouded mind has the strength to recall that he hates everyone, except the annoying Godzilla he can’t stand and three little Dolls. No names because it’s a well-guarded secret.

J gently squeezes their fingers in his sleep, growling.  

He knows he’s home.


i just finished 13 reasons why and i am SO NAUSEOUS and also i reaaaaallllyyy do not think they did a good job showing the complexity of mental health. hannah’s suicide was way glorified, and there were no success stories of mental health to hold to: everyone just ended miserable and uncertain and heading off into the unknown, which, fine, realistic i guess.

but the audience is teenagers. and if you were a teenager watching this (and as a high school teacher, with love, they are not generally the most critically-minded age group), and especially a depressed teenager, not seeing another out or option…like i don’t fucking think that was a good call. i have a lot to say about this idk, this was bad.

alessiascara  asked:

‘I am going to kill my friend because they sent me on a blind date and I couldn’t turn them down without explaining that I have a huge crush on them’ AU (from the prompt list)

ahh thanks for prompting me :’) i had fun writing this!

Derek wasn’t going to lie; the guy Stiles set him up on the blind date with was handsome and kind and would definitely be a fun time in bed. He’d apparently spent a lot of time living in Paris and it showed in the way he presented himself; he dressed like a model with his fancy scarves and he ordered his food in (as far as Derek could tell) perfect French while Derek had stumbled over the foreign pronunciations. He had beautiful curly hair and an impeccable jawline and the prettiest blue eyes that would make anyone’s knees weak. But at the end of the day, he wasn’t short brown hair, whiskey eyes, and a sense of humor so sharp it could slice. Or, in other words, he wasn’t Stiles.

“Derek? Are you with me?”

Derek’s attention snapped back to Isaac and he nodded. “Mhm. Sorry. You were saying?”

Isaac raised a brow, but didn’t make any comment. “Jobs. I told you about mine. I was hoping to hear about yours?” He sipped his wine and leaned forward, being careful not to let his elbows touch the table.

Derek nodded and sipped his wine before answering. “I guess I’m a bit of a historian in the making. I work at the Natural History Museum in L.A.,” he said. He licked his lips and fidgeted with a loose string on his jeans beneath the table.

“Oh? And what exactly do you do there?” Isaac asked. “I’m assuming you don’t just hand people their tickets.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, not exactly. I organize special exhibits, study the museum’s relics from the Inca civilization, and only sometimes hand people their tickets.”

Isaac laughed and nodded. “That sounds pretty fascinating, actually. Aside from the ticket handling, of course.” He winked as he sipped his wine and Derek just shrugged. He knew he should feel something when a man as gorgeous as Isaac winks at him, but he felt nothing. He just wished that it was Stiles sitting across from him winking at him and drinking wine in a fancy French restaurant.

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Fifth part of (x). [2nd] - [3rd] - [4th]
Kara and Lena’s second date takes an unexpected turn.

Lena: “I’m so sorry, Kara.”
Kara: “For the millionth time, it’s totally fine!”
Lena: “I would have it canceled, but these people don’t miss a chance to give me a hard time. They’re constantly seeking for flaws and they can’t wait for me to do some stupid mistake, so they can take charge of everything again.”
Kara: “They can’t do that! This company is yours!”
Lena: “Oh, they can and will if I give them aìeven the smallest reason to do so. It may seem like I’m at the top of everything here, but the truth is I have to get their consent to do the things I want to do.”
Kara: “Okay, that seems incredibly stressful… And you go through this every time?”
Lena: “Oh, hell no. Sometimes I just do it and they have to live with it, but it doesn’t make me very popular, you know.”
Kara: “I can imagine, but… How can they disagree with you?”
Lena: “What do you mean?”
Kara: “I-I mean, how is that possible that they disapprove something you thought? By now you’re doing so great! They must have seen that!”
Lena: “Aww, thanks! But trust me, it’s very possible and it happens quite often. We discuss a lot before I get their approval, but I’m pretty good at getting what I want.”
Kara: “Oh, I bet.”
Lena: “Ohoh, and what’s that supposed to mean?”
Kara: “Just that y-you look like someone who’s… good at this kind of… stuff…”
Lena: “I’m kidding, Kara, relax!”
Kara: “I was very chill when I was waiting here for you!”
Lena: “Oh, so it’s my fault!”
Kara: “No! Well… Yes, it is your fault, ‘cause you do that… thing with your eyes and-”
Lena: “What thing?”
Kara: “The thing… Y-you know…”
Lena: “No, I don’t.”
Kara: “Uff, it’s when… When you look at me in that way of yours, wh-… You’re doing it right now!”
Lena: “Huh?”
Kara: “Yes! That thing you’re doing! Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about!”
Lena: “No, I swear!”
Kara: “Oh, c’mon, you’re making fun of me!”
Lena: “I would never!”
Kara: “Yeah, try to repeat it without that smugly smile!”
Lena: “Ehm… Yeah, no, I don’t think I can do that.”
Kara: “Ha! Not trust worthy at all!”
Lena: “Alright, alright! But tell me, what were you doing in the waiting?”
Kara: “Well… Since you left me in this very fancy room with high-tech stuff that I totally don’t want to steal, I’ve checked which programs you have on that little Tv of about 90 INCHES - not at all impressed about that -, and guess what I found out!”
Lena: “What?”
Kara: “Somebody is into a ton of Tv shows.”
Lena: “Oh, is that so?”
Kara: “Oooh, yes! So when you stay here at the L-Corp, fooling everyone that you’re still working, you’re acutally on this illegally cozy couch, watching your fave Tv shows on this hugehuge Tv!”
Lena: “Ahh, what can I say, miss Danvers? You got me.”
Kara: “Ah-ha! I knew it!”
Lena: “I’m not even gonna try to defend myself. Now I’m curious, though: what did you watch?”
Kara: “Huh? Oh, right! I was finally watching Stranger Things, since everyon-”
Kara: “… I mean… Not… Not yet?”
Lena: “Kara!”
Kara: “I-I’m sorry?? I was watching other things, I-I planned to watch it someday…”
Lena: “There isn’t a ‘someday’, we’re watching it now.”
Kara: “Oka-”
Lena: “Which episode were you watching?”
Kara: “I-I was in the middle of the third, I think…”
Lena: “Okay, we’re gonna continue from that point on untill you’ve watched the whole season.”
Kara: “O-”
Lena: “The whole season, Kara.”
Kara: “Oka-”
Lena: “Because what the hell.”
Kara: “…”
Lena: “…”
Kara: “Lena Luthor.”
Lena: “Kara Danvers?”
Kara: “You’re such a nerd.”
Lena: “Oh, shush, and pass me my phone: I need to do a call.”
Kara: “Here you go. Is it a business call?”
Lena: “Yes, serious business.”
Kara: “Okay, I’l stay quie-”
Lena: “Hi, this is Lena Luthor, calling from the L-Corp tower: I need twice as my usual order. You can tell to the delivery boy to give everything to my assistant. Perfect, have a nice evening yourself.”
Kara: “… Was it about what I think it was about??”
Lena: “If your guess is ‘food’, then yes. We’re not gonna stop because your belly is rumbling.”
Kara: “You’re making me fall for you, you know that?”
Lena: “That’s the plan, and - as I said -, I’m pretty good at getting what I want.”

Vacay with Jay

For your 3 years anniversary Jay planned a trip for you two to Jeju Island. You have never been there but you seen how beautiful it is from Youtubers’ vlogs and the Drive’s music video. You couldn’t wait to spend time there with your one and only. 

“Oh wow, this room is amazing!” you squealed. “Look at the view and oh my god, the bed is huge It looks so comfy. Ahh”. Jay put the luggage down and went to hug you from behind. “Anything but the best for my girlfriend,” he said. “Aw thanks babe. I love you so much,” you replied. You took our your phone and started taking photos of the room and view. Jay saw you and said, “I hope you’re not putting this on fucking Snapchat.” You stuck your tongue at him. Jay then try to take the phone away from you. “C’mon babe. It’s a vacay stop using your phone,” he whined. “I’m just taking photos. Fine, let’s go down to the buffet. I’m hungry.” 

The buffet there was amazing. There weren’t many dishes to choose from but each dish was top notch. Full of flavours. You could just spend the entire vacay here, if you could. 

After stuffing yourself with the yummy food, Jay suggested to go for walk. The two of you were walking hand in hand along the place. Everything was perfect - the view, place, pools, atmosphere and most importantly, the person beside you Jay Park. “Hey, I know I’m attractive but you don’t need to look at me always,” he joked. You rolled your eyes and said, “I wasn’t looking at you, you loser. I’m looking at the pools. Wanna go for a swim?” Jay nodded and both of you headed back to your room.

“Jay, c’mon. What’s taking you so long? Is everything okay in there?” you asked as you stood outside the bathroom. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just lunch is not sitting well with me. You go first, I’ll meet you there,” he answered. You looked outside and the pool was empty so you thought why not. You hate swimming in the pool with heaps of people. “Fine. I’ll go first. Remember to take the room key.”

The pool was amazing. They had seats around the pool and it looked so comfy. You were in the pool for a while before getting up, drying yourself and went to the seats. You weren’t wrong. They were amazing. You looked for Jay but he wasn’t nearby. You thought he was sick in the room so you got up and thought to check up on him. You were kneeling down to get your stuff but a figure sat next you on the other seat. You looked up and saw Jay. He wasn’t wearing his swimwear instead he wore something that looked like he was going to shoot a music video. 

“Omg, what are you wearing?! Why the fuck are you wearing that?” you asked while trying to hide your laugh. He replied, “Shut up. I forgot to pack my swimming stuff.” He was sulking and that made it even more adorable. “Awww. You can borrow mine, if you want.” He gave you a glare and looked back to the pool. Even though, he was adorable when he’s sulking you couldn’t help but to comfort him so you sat next to him and whispered into his ears, “You know, we could come back later at night. No one will be here so you don’t need to wear anything.” He smiled shyly and said “Why don’t we go back to our room and test how comfy the bed is babe?” 

ミッションインポッシブル?~脱出セヨ! ビッグテディ~
ミッションインポッシブル?~脱出セヨ! ビッグテディ~

Diabolik Lovers Vandead CarnivalSkit Dolce tokuten drama CD

Mission Impossible? ~ The Escape! Big Teddy ~

Three days ago I finished my exams and of course I totally forgot that I’d promised to translate some new drama CDs as soon as I got some free time.. until like, 6 hours ago? So yeah, here it is (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) I kinda rushed it a bit so if you notice something off please let me know! Also, I was chatting with my friend, the Tumblr user epithetologist, and she told me she’s translating Animate’s tokuten drama CD with Shuu, Subaru and Kou. So yeah, stay tuned!

Reiji ahh… and so the Carnival finally ends. I didn’t know what to expect from it but… well, before adding anything else I think I will go to my room and have some tea–

*crashing sound*

Reiji hm…? What was that…?

*more crashing*

Reiji …again? It sounds almost like it’s coming here…

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a wild kappasuit discovers a (also wild) dandelion 

Imagine teasing Nick while trying to do paperwork.

Requested by anon. 

Warning: Slight smut, FWB, sexxxxay Nick

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anonymous asked:

After recovering from anorexia for 5 years, I am finally starting to work out and gain both body fat and muscle! I finally find joy in working out again and listening to what my body is telling me. You are a huge inspiration for healthy workouts and body positivity.

ahh so happy for you friend!! thank you :)