this is incredibly late but i actually forgot to post this when i made it :

(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)

I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:

This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.

Anyway.

It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons. 

First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc. 

Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.

Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation. 

You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes. 

We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head: 

(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)

(^living up to his press image)

(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)

(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)

(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad) 

(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)

etc etc. 

Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end. 

The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be. 

And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.

Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all. 

🚨 HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP ALERT!🚨

And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)

This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself. 

So if Victor was a world champion at 16

(boy is 15-16 in that article)

He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this 

And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time. 

Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona. 

Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate

(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)

And can drop his composure comfortably 

(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v) 

I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to. 

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It’s still February so it still counts as Valentine’s Day fic, right?  Right? *nervous laugh*

There’s another drawing, too, but it really belongs at the end of the story, so it’s under the spoiler cut.

Inspired by this post about a Valentine’s Day-ike holiday for Hyrule - almost all the worldbuilding about Ribbon Day is from there, so credit where it’s due, those aren’t my ideas!

Ribbon Day

8,007 words, Vio/Shadow, rated T

Summary: When Shadow is introduced to a Hyrulean holiday celebrating different kinds of relationships, he starts to question whether his feelings for Vio are really as platonic as he has believed them to be for the past two years.  But even if he lets himself admit that it’s romantic love, he can’t escape the feeling that he’s getting it wrong somehow.  That he’s missing some crucial piece.

Who would expect a shadow-demon to be able to love properly, anyway?

Featuring asexual!Shadow, internalized acephobia/self-loathing, and lots of pining.  Which makes it sound like a much sadder story than it actually is.  I swear it ends well!

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anonymous asked:

OMGGG PLS DO THE RFA + MINOR TRIO BEING VAGUELY FAMILIAR TO MC PLSS :DDDD (soz for caps tis 3 am and I'm hyPD)

Anon…. Anon I got this message at 2pm. What time zone are you in?!

Also, writing this was a challenge for Saeyoung, Saeran, and Vanderwood, as… well, if you’ve played Saeyoung’s route, you know why.


Sorry this is going up so far behind schedule, I’ve been sleeping for almost two days solid and I woke up and couldn’t find my computer. Turns out my roommate borrowed it and forgot to give it back. But here it is.


Yoosung

  • MC played LOLOL
  • I mean, she was nowhere near the level of SuperYoosung, the #2 of the shooting star server, but she’d gone toe to toe with a dragon alone once
  • On more than one occasion, MC got the change to fight SuperYoosung in game, and every time, even though her level was lower and she always lost, MC kept getting closer to beating him
  • When MC found out SuperYoosung was her Yoosung, she nearly flipped, having chatted with him on an open forum more than once
  • He’s super excited too, though he thought she was a guy because she didn’t have an open mic, and thus didn’t talk to people online
  • After a few months of either playing with Yoosung or watching him play, MC or MasterCoordinator finally manages to beat SuperYoosung in front of his entire guild

Jaehee

  • MC was a barista at a cafe Jaehee frequented for a while
  • Because Jaehee came in often and MC had a little bit of a crush, she knew Jaehee’s order by heart
  • MC also attempted to leave cute messages on the cups and draw cute images in the foam
  • However, Jaehee was usually so busy or stressed, she either didn’t notice, or  thought it was a cute cafe aesthetic
  • It wasn’t until Jaehee and MC were actually working together and MC made her a cup of coffee with an image drawn in the phone did Jaehee connect the two
  • MC revealed that one time, in a truly desperate attempt to get Jaehee’s attention, she wrote her number in the foam, but it was missed completely
  • Jaehee’s embarrassed she didn’t notice sooner, apologizes, and is happy things ultimately worked out
  • The main reason Jaehee kept going back to that cafe was because of the cute barista, that just so happened to be MC

Zen

  • Well, I mean, MC is a casual fan of his
  • But they take the same train
  • Now, Zen doesn’t ride the train all the time, but when he does, they usually end up on the same one
  • More than once she’s taken a sneak pic of him
  • So, in his route, MC was on the train home from work, in a chat, and Zen posted a selfie of himself in the train
  • A quickly scan located him, and he moment she was off the train, she posted it with a little comment
  • “Hope to ride with you again soon~ 😘”
  • Zen freaks in excitement
  • He all but interrogates her about her travel schedule, but MC gives him nothing
  • After he meets her in person, he recognizes her, grins from ear to ear, and say, “I knew you were my type!”

Jumin

  • Well, ironically, she was already a party planner for the rich and famous
  • They met in passing, a tense business smile here, and brief chats about the weather there, so on
  • And needless to say, his father had hit on her, but she turned him down in an instant, stating professionalism, but the truth was, she was creeped out
  • So when she was thrown into the midst of planning an RFA party, she practically had the whole party planned in an instant more out of habit than anything else
  • Jaehee host? Pfft, MC could do it! Not like it’s anything new!
  • One thing MC would remark on for years to come was Jumin’s face when he realized that she was the woman he was speaking to in the chats
  • While she “stayed” with him over the next few days, he was impressed with her work ethic and her ability to plan an entire party from flower arrangements to table settings to music and guests all from her phone
  • If anything, watching her keep a cool head when things went horribly wrong and one thing happened after another, it made Jumin fall more in love with her
  • He genuinely regrets not getting to know her sooner

Saeyoung

  • Well, it took them a little while to recognize each other, but MC put the pieces together eventually
  • It turned out they grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same church
  • MC had seen him a lot in passing, but had only spoken to him once or twice
  • MC didn’t know much about him, not even his name, she just knew that things were bad at home, he had a twin brother, and if he wasn’t with his twin, he was alone
  • A few times, she came over and gave him things like food, candy, and the like, in the hopes of coaxing a smile out of him, but they never came
  • Saeyoung didn’t immediately recognize her because (1) she had short hair back then, and (2) MC had changed a lot with puberty
  • And while Saeyoung doesn’t like talking about his past or his childhood, he likes that he has someone who was there and understands who is here for him

V

  • MC worked at a gallery as a glorified secretary for the curator
  • V had sold his pictures at the gallery and they’d spoken casually a few times, but he never knew her
  • However, being the polite guy he is, V always remembered her name
  • When they met again, he wasn’t sure until he saw her picture, and he continued to be friendly and polite
  • MC was the first to ask why he hadn’t released any new works lately, as she was a fan
  • When they did meet again, face to face, she openly admitted to him that she’d always harbored a small crush for him
  • The blush on his face was super cute

Saeran

  • Did you think he did his pink tipped hair alone?
  • I don’t think so
  • … okay, after a while he did, but not at first!
  • No, at first, Saeran had to go to a hair stylist
  • MC was new to being a stylist, but she did his hair with impeccable care
  • he found that having her do his hair was incredibly soothing, even if the environment was not
  • Until Saeran could learn to do his hair by himself, he went to MC to get his hair dyed and touched up whenever his roots started to show
  • Because of this, he was able to watch her and get an idea of the kind of person she was (namely that was naive enough to fall for her coworkers tricks from time to time)
  • So when he needed to find a person to plant into the RFA, MC immediately came to mind

Vanderwood

  • MC had once worked with the agency as a independent consultant
  • She didn’t know any details of their operations
  • All she did was consult on several projects
  • She was also legally gagged and threatened
  • One of the projects she worked on was with Vanderwood directly, but not for any long duration of time
  • And honestly, he didn’t remember her until she remembered him
Association Ch-1

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

Rated: Smut

Pairing: YutaxReader

Summary: She really hated the guy, his stupid smirk, and flirty attitude was an annoyance at work. Outside of work though, matters were different.

(A/N): I don’t think I like this very much. But I was getting so tired of studying that I just sat down and wrote this in go. I’m also going on vacation tomorrow so I’ll try to post but might not. Let me what you think I guess.

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“Where is she going?” The new employee walked up to the two men sitting in their cubicle.

“Lunch.” One of them said dismissively, busy working on their desktop. She shifted the coffee cup in her hand to the other to look at her watch in confusion.

“It’s 4 pm.” She said sounding so confused both of them looked up with a sigh.

“Yuta and her are almost always working during lunch, they either have meetings or are busy in some case. When that happens they usually go for lunch at this time, it’s very efficient if you think about it, they stay till so late that eating now means they won’t get hungry soon.” One of them nodded in approval. She frowned.

“That can’t be healthy.” Both of them laughed at the new girl’s naivety.

“You’ve chosen the wrong job if you care about things like that.” She frowned deeper but didn’t delve into it.

“Do they go for lunch together?” She inquired further, eager to know about her new immediate superiors. One of the two scoffed loudly.

“The only thing they do together is earning money, you have so much to learn.” He got up and leaned against his own cubicle, successfully distracted, “They don’t get along, you’ll see it soon enough. Don’t be fooled by the Bonny and Clyde vibe they had on for the client today. They agree on nothing and have too many creative differences.” He said this like it was something he was used to.

“How do they work like that?” She asked, suddenly very curious.

“They’re very professional.” He said.

“And extremely competitive.” The one still sitting added and he pointed at him in acknowledgment.

“We weren’t here then, but apparently when they started as interns, the boss used to make them do the hardest cases because they were both incredible, but only one intern would be hired in the end and they fought hard.”

“What happened?” She asked intensely.

“They were both hired obviously.” The one still sitting said with a scoff.

“They were already making them work together on things, it made work faster. And you’ll see when you start work, they both have very different ways of approaching things, so it made the clients very happy. By the end, they had to keep them both if they wanted to keep their clients.” She noticed the admiration on his face.

“You seem to know a lot about them.” She said.

“I worked for them on a case, just like you are. So did my girlfriend.” He said with a dazed smile, “I was their third couple.” She choked on her coffee at the strange comment.

“What?” The guy at the back laughed.

“It’s their thing. The tension between them is seriously no joke, almost anyone who worked with them get influenced by it and end up together. It’s a running joke now. That’s you and me now.” He winked and she scoffed.

“So are they, you know?” She said with a small whisper.

“What? Fucking?” Her eyes went wide at the crude words, “She’s a prude. You’ll see him with a new girl every week. So I highly doubt it.” He shrugged.

“Still, they’re always together.” She pondered over it.

“Like I said, they hate each other.” He said with finality.


She walked out of her office to see the new girl talking to two of the associates she forgot the names of, she had half the mind to tell them to get back to work but she was in a hurry. She smiled at the receptionist as she got on the elevator and made her way down, her heart pounding loudly like every other time. She entered the car park and walked through the empty lot reaching the car she was in search for. She opened the back seat door and got in, turning to see Yuta smirking at her with his same stupid smirk.

“We don’t have time.” She said, sensing his mood.

“You look lovely today.” She sighed very audibly, he was so annoying.

“Yuta.” She warned.

“Darling?” He said with his smooth voice which was heavy at the moment.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped, “You know what, I can’t deal with you today. Forget this, I’m going to go get some actual lunch.” He chuckled lightly and she felt offended that he didn’t take her threat seriously. She turned to open the door but when she did his chest met her back.

“I love seeing you annoyed, your cheeks get red like when I’m fucking you.” She bit her lip with a mixture of desire and satisfaction that she made him give in. He traced his hand down her arm and locked the door.

“Everything you say is obnoxious you know that?” She said and turned around and he pulled her into a kiss, she dragged her nails on the back of his neck to make him groan. He pulled her on top of him and she straddled his lap as he sat back and pulled her closer. She ground on him and smirked into the kiss when she very prominently felt his desire, doing it again, and then again.

“Fuck, sweetheart if you keep that up I’m going to cum just like that.” He pulled away from the kiss and groaned. She chuckled lightly and left wet kisses on his jaw as he strained to breathe, working on his buttons so she could touch nibble on his bare chest. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back to his face.

“No more teasing.” He warned and she pouted mockingly.

“Why? I thought you liked that?” She tilted her head to the side. He tightened his jaw and moved his thigh up, holding her hip and grinding her down on it, making her moan.

“We could go at this all day darling, but we have a briefing at five.” He ground her hip against her thigh again just to add to his point and she nodded.

He pulled her into another kiss and she worked on getting his pants open to free him from his frustrating constraints.

She finally grabbed his member and he bit down on her bottom lip to suppress his groan. She sat up and he whined shamelessly when she let go of him. She smiled satisfied and pulled back to take her panties off and he sat back and stared at her, breathing heavily, his hair a mess and his shirt open. She went a little slow to enjoy the view in front of her. When she finally took it off she dropped her panties on his chest and he laughed, picking it up and throwing it aside.

“Those are mine now.” He said decisively. She laughed and sat back on his lap.

“Pervert.” She whispered and he brought his hand down to trace down her slit, making her head fall back.

“I could say the same for you.” He pulled her closer and traced kisses on her neck, leaving a tingling feeling of pleasure wherever he touched his lips. She put her palm flat on his chest and pushed him back.

“Protection.” She raised her hand to him and he picked up a foil packet on the seat and handed it to her. She traced her hand over his member and he laid his head back groaning. After enjoying the effect this had on him for a moment she finally tore open the packet with her teeth and covered him.

Without wasting any more time she slowly pushed down, letting him fill her completely as both of them breathed shallowly and urgently. He grabbed her hip and pushed her down completely and she bit down on her own lip to stop a scream to leave her throat. She put a hand on his shoulder and the other on the headrest behind him and started rolling her hips.

“Christ, I wonder how many people know what a good slut you are.” He breathed out desperately, “You hide it so well under your stuck up act, even I fell for it.” She ground down a little harder in retort and he laughed, the sound reaching her core. She increased the pace, rocking against his hips so hard the car was probably rocking too, but neither of them could really bother to care.

“You never take your fucking clothes off.” He groaned, shoving the silk top she was wearing over her head. He roughly pushed her bra down and put a hand on her back, bringing her closer and putting his lips around her exposed breast, licking and sucking her nipple so well she could cum just like that.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” She breathed out and he only hummed against her chest. She pushed her fingers into his hair as he pushed her up and down roughly. She pulled his hair back and looked down at his face, he strained a smirk that still looked incredible and she brought her lips down to his.

He brought a hand down to trace rough circles on her clit and she bit down on his shoulder to suppress another scream.

Once she was shuddering, he finally let go. Both of them riding their highs down together, the air a mix of moans and curses.

She rested her head on his forehead and closed her eyes to find her ground again, while he stared at her to do the same.

“This is my favourite version of you,” She opened her eyes and stared at him curiously,

 “Quiet.”

 She smacked his chest and he laughed again. She winced and slowly pulled away from him, sitting back on the backseat. She adjusted her bra and got up to open the glove compartment in the front seat. He smacked her on the ass playfully and she jumped with a yelp making him grin. She turned to glare at him and sat back, handing him one of the two protein bars in her hand.

“These were the last two Yuta, I told you to get some more.” She complained and he only hummed, not having the energy to say much else.

“What flavour is yours?” She asked turning her head to him, he lifted the packet to read it.

“Blueberry.” He said distracted, her eyes lit up a little.

“Can I have a bite? You can have some of mine, it’s raspberry.” He chuckled but passed his over to her.

“Have the whole thing, I’m not hungry.” He lied.

“Have you eaten anything all day?” She asked suspiciously and he only shrugged making her sigh.

 “I’ll get the take-out today.” She said with finality.

 “I’m not staying late tonight.” He said, “I have a date.” He glanced slightly at her direction to assess her reaction.

 “Have fun, I’ll go home early then.” She said without any emotion and pulled on her top, straining a smile. When she reached for her underwear he hummed in disapproval.

 “I told you those are mine now.” She let out an exasperated sigh.

 “You want me to stay without any underwear for the rest of the day?” She asked in disbelief, and he just smirked again.

 “It will definitely make the meeting more fun.” She sighed in defeat, adjusting her skirt and getting out of the car.

BEST BIRTHDAY WEEKEND EVER AND THANKS TO JENNIFER MORRISON.

for those who know how heartbroken I was when Jen had to cancel OUATTOR I  thought my wish to meet Jen was over, crushed and done but I got the opportunity to go to NYC for my birthday and what happened was beyond my expectation because it was such a magical moment all 4 time I got to see Jen.

Day 1: June 22nd MY BIRTHDAY 

of course I was a nervous wreck ,we wouldn’t wait to go the the theatre we arrived about 1 hours earlier :P and we kept joking about running into Jen in a Starbucks located near the theatre but the unexpected happened, we were on the street and my friend @jollyoldroger goes “DON’T LOOK DON’T LOOK” yeah like I wasn’t gonna look, Jen walked right next to us O_O, she was running late and because we forgot to speak she went right away inside. while us outside FREAKING THE BEJEESUUS OUT of what happened. I started crying LOL. 

the doors open, we had front row tickets it was THAT CLOSE. my friend kept teasing me about my face, which I probably looked like a total idiot for about 1 hour and 45 minutes, I mean that lingerie scene DEAR LORD AND EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY, and every single outfit she wears on stage OMG!!!seeing Jen perform on stage is surreal. (back on her character later)

we decided to stay pretty much last (we didn’t have much choice in the matter anyway) but when she finally to me , she probably thought I had some kind of speech issues, my voice sounded so shaky and horrible I WAS SO NERVOUS HOLY SHIT but I managed to ask her to write a quote for a tattoo and she did it and actually used my back to write it down, she was so focus, make sure to get it right, I was shaking she told me “dont move”  RIGHT If that was easy ‘JMO is using me as a board’. I gave her a gift I told her it was for her and Ava and she was like “awwww thats so sweet thank you awwwww” and she hugged me.

Day 2: June 23rd 

I had a different different view from the stage and yes the LINGERIE scene 

I wanted to take a video of the curtain call because it gets SO LOUD for Jen and she makes this adorable shy expression and its tooo daaaamn adorableeeeeee but yeah i like following rules (sometimes :/ and because I was coming back the next day) I didn’t do it LOL. but seeing it 4 time yeah WOW

this time meeting her, I asked her to sign my phone case LOL and she took my phone to take a selfie, she is a selfie PRO! I actually look good. 

Day 3: June 24th ( DOUBLE SHOOT)

I got my tattoo in the morning I got to the theatre just in time for the play. I was excited to show Jen the tattoo and I had a gift for her that I made she said “OMG this is amazing, I have to be very careful” and then I showed her the tattoo she said “OMG THATS INCREDIBLE” once again she took my phone to take a selfie and I do look good, its the Jen magic because I’m a potato. after the later show once again we waited last (its much much better) 

she gets to me and she signed a CS wedding pic (I will post it later because she wrote something that yeah ITS PRETTY AWESOME LOL. HINT: something I like A LOT) when I was about to leave she grabbed my arm and called Quincy and Sue were near by and showed them my tattoo and she said “I did it for her on her birthday (HOLY CATS SHE REMEMBERS) and she got it this morning” Quincy and Sue were like “wow thats incredible” and Jen said “My brave girl, I’m so proud” 

I think she read my letter because I explained why I wanted that specific quote. and when she told me that she had this face: 

and this all happened after the incident no worth mention because people like that doesn’t deserve any attention!

JENNIFER MARIE MORRISON IS AN ACTUAL ANGEL, THE KINDEST SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE WOMAN ON THIS PLANET AND SHE MUST BE PROTECTED BY ALL COST. 

[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

(Personal stuff behind the cut)

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Heated Home (m)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Summary: You return home to find your roommate Taehyung in an interesting position, it leads to a certainly fun night. With promises of more to come.

Pairing: Roommate!Taehyung/Reader

Warning: masturbation, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise. no actual sex.

Word count: 1.448

A/N: First time posting on this blog. I hope whoever reads it, enjoys it!

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Fluff Week - I Needed That

DAY 6 - Jackson

I worked together with @mayjaywrites to create an “First time saying I Love You” series for all members of GOT7 and BTS.

* = drabbles that I’ve writen and will therefore be posted on this blog
(everything else is by @mayjaywrites )

BTS: Suga * // Jimin // Namjoon * // Jin // Jungkook * // V // J-Hope

GOT7: Jinyoung // Youngjae // Jaebum * // Mark * // Yugyeom * // Jackson * // BamBam

Pairing: Reader x Jackson
Words: 1221


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CALLING ALL TOPPKLASS

 So I kinda have a theory which I pray to god is not true but: 

-I have been thinking about this for the past few days now but I was only tempted to make this post after Hansol’s IG post this morning 

- So this morning I woke up just scrolling through IG when I saw loads of people commenting that they think he’s leaving and I was just sat here dying because he’s my actual baby and I will break down if that happens 

- People were also saying how he changed his bio, which I also noticed a few days ago, but I completely forgot it said TD before so I started getting more worried 

-That’s when I then realised that he had deleted/archived all his photos with the members of TD and only had his most recent photos 

-So that’s what I realised this morning that put me on edge 


 However the things that I have been thinking of building up to this post is: 

-lately P Goon has been missing until a few weeks ago when he posted on IG - and this past week he has been promoting “Px5" 

 - and honestly the first thing I thought of when I saw this was oh my god people are leaving TD/they’re disbanding 

- so my first interpretation of “px5” is that the people remaining in TD is PGoon, Bjoo, Xero, Yano, Hojoon and Sangdo 

- the reason for this is because P stands for PGoon as he’s the leader 

- And the other 5 members because they were the only ones representing TD at the Uiwang Railway Festival where they performed Open the Door and Perfume 

- I completely understand that the other 3 members are busy but what if they have unofficially left 

- like Atom is on Produce101 and if he gets into the top 11, he’ll be away for another year 

- Nakta is focusing on his DJing 

- And Hansol is studying in China 

 -That’s when I remembered in one of Hansol’s recent livestreams some fans translated that either he was staying in China for a year then going to Japan OR he’s staying in China then returning to Korea in August 

- At first I thought this made sense as if Atom didn’t get through on Produce101 then TD would be joined again in august but if he did then The entire of TD would need to be on hiatus for another year 

- but the more I think about it, the more worried I am that Hansol Atom and Nakta isn’t coming back 😰😭 

 -I have also thought about the fact that Hunus are debuting more bands and solos 

 - and I’m just worried that they have completely given up on TD which is breaking my heart rn even just thinking about that 


 So all in all can someone please just tell me I’m being ridiculous as all this “evidence” is circumstantial and this is just my mind being paranoid because I really really pray that this isn’t true. Perhaps there’s a lot of information I don’t know as I’m still relatively new to the fandom and I’m just being completely oblivious. But TD are the first kpop group I ever found and the reason why I now listen to kpop and they are also still currently the only kpop group I Stan so I honestly don’t know what I would do if they ever did disband or even more members left. I just love them so so much 😭😰💔 so if anyone who’s more knowledgeable would like to enlighten me and tell me I’m going insane, please do #TOPPKLASSFIGHTING #TOPPDOGGFIGHTING

*UPDATE*

- something I forgot,  a while ago, Hansol posted on IG writing a MaryKiko story(which has since been deleted) where I couldn’t help but think he was talking about himself and in the post it said that this “she”(I’m guessing Mary) wanted to spend her birthday alone which instantly made me think Hansol wanted to be alone making me wonder whether something had happened between him and the group T.T

*Update 2* 

My sincerest apologies if I cause any upset or concern, that was by no means my intent. I was just freaking out this morning and needed someone else’s more logical opinion and to tell me that I’m being completely ridiculous to help calm me down. In which I received a slight sense of relief when I got a reply from @t-doogo and I am incredibly grateful! Thank you! You were by no means rude, I was just completely unaware of the potential harm I was creating. This was all just my stupid brain running wild (which I probably shouldn’t have shared), for which I am again so sorry for! To all TOPPKLASS members, I love you all and I am so grateful to have found such a loving family ❤️😘 

P.S. I’m so so sorry again!!!!!!!!

Easter Pick-Me-Ups

Pairings: Dean x Reader


Warnings: Implied smut, (i think that’s it), maybe some light swearing???


Summary: Dean’s been feeling crappy as of late. Some vamps dented Baby, broke her windows, and slashed her tires, not to mention the fact that Dean lost two shoes( from different pairs too.) Y/N sees this and, being the good girlfriend she is, decides to help him out a bit by dressing cute and doing some cute things for easter.(Mostly fluff with a little implied smut at the end for yall)


A/N: heyyo this is for Elsie’s @sleepywinchester easter challenge. Let’s pretend that I’m not 3 days late. Sorry bub, I had so much hw and it’s end of year tests. I’ve literally had the blurb for this written for over a month but i didNT HAVE TIME TO WRITE💔💔. I considered posting the blurb but I felt like that was a cheat so here we are, 3 days late but hey, better late than never right? This was gonna be a full smut but I felt awk so I couldn’t do it :-( Hope ya’ll enjoy anyways!
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To put it frankly, the past two weeks have sucked for me. A lot.

The ‘hellish period’, as I decided to call it, started on a hunt. When we got to our motel in some small town in Nevada that I already forgot the name of, I noticed that I only had five shoes, total. Meaning I had lost one of them. The next day, I had four, but only one full matching pair. After that annoyance, came the actual case. It wasn’t even anything difficult either; just some vamps, nothing major; a milk run, really. Or it was supposed to be a milk run but all of a sudden there’s way more vamps than we thought, and we all have this brilliant plan to take cover in Baby, and then it really went downhill. Grimacing at the broken window of my car, I scratched the back of my neck and tried to think up a way to fix her. So far all the dents and slashed tires are gone but the window— that might take a few more days to get done.

I sighed, running a hand down my face, and decided to take a break from it, leaving to get a beer. Once I exited the garage, the smell of food slapped me in the face and my stomach growled to remind me that I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Making my way to the kitchen, I figured it was Y/N cooking since Sammy was out.

“Hey, Y/N are you-” I stopped in my tracks upon seeing her, wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts and my Zeppelin shirt. That’s not what got me though. What got me were the pastel pink bunny ears she was wearing, along with the pie she was taking out of the oven. She turned to me, a smile lighting up her face, eyes sparkling.

“Hey, De!” She exclaimed, rushing towards me. My eyes racked her body, focusing on how those shorts made her thick thighs look so damn good and the way that my shirt clung to her chest, making her curves more prominent. That’s one thing I loved about her, her curves and the way she had all those little stretch marks on her body. I licked my lips, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her towards me.

“You made pie?” I asked, eyes staring into hers, trying to control myself from the swell of emotions that I felt, knowing that she most likely made that for me. She nodded, long hair flowing into her face. I knew she’d been meaning to get that cut, but we’d been working cases nonstop for weeks so she hadn’t gotten the chance yet. A small blush spread to her cheeks as she spoke.

“I know the past few weeks haven’t been the easiest for you, and knowing you, easter is not on your radar… but I thought it would be a good excuse to eat sweets and do some fun things so-” She cut herself off, shrugging lightly. My heart swelled at her words, head tilting towards hers to plant our lips together. Instead of deepening it like I wanted, she pulled away, a childish grin lighting up her face.

“Oh, no. What are you planning?” I teased, knowing what that look meant. She pulled away from my hand.

“I hid easter eggs!” She practically squealed, jumping up and down a bit in excitement. I rolled my eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’re not five anymore.”

“So? C'mon De, you know you wanna!” She said, dodging around my grabbing hands to roam around in the library, looking for eggs, I guess.

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair you’re cheating!” I called, deciding to play along with her. Her laugh sounded through the halls, making me smile by default. Trailing after her, like some lovesick puppy, I noticed her trying to reach a blue egg up on the top shelf. I reached over her and grabbed it, hiding it behind my back when she tried to take it back.

“Deeaaaaaann!” She pouted, crossing her arms. I laughed,

I laughed, “Nope this ones mine, sweetheart. I got it fair and square.” Spotting another one in the lamp shade, I grabbed it, holding the two of them up in the air from her. She groaned, jumping to try and grab them, making me laugh fondly at how funny she looked hopping around in her bunny ears.

A ding sounded throughout the bunker, making Y/N’s head snap towards the kitchen. Abandoning her previous quest of trying to grab my eggs, she bounded away again, making me furrow my brows at her.

“Y/N what else are you-” My breath caught as I walked into the kitchen, seeing her pull out some burger patties from the oven. She grinned at me again.

“Uhm, I kinda thought it would take more than pie to cheer you up about baby so I thought I’d make some burgers too.” She said, scratching her neck, a habit she picked up from me, no doubt.

I stared at her in awe as she got the burger buns out of the cupboard, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach. The action made her shirt ride up and damn I might have to let her keep that one. The bunny ears made her look both innocent and incredibly hot and the fact that she was doing something so nice for me made me think some extremely mushy (but also obscene) thoughts. She turned back around and jumped a bit when she saw that I had not moved, and still stared.

“Uhm… do you wanna eat the food now or..?” She lightly teased, trying to use humor to hide her awkwardness. God she was cute.

A smirk took over my face as I stepped closer to her, arm going around her waist to pull her towards me, our bodies meeting in the middle. I dipped my head down to kiss her.

“Sure, but there’s something else I wanna eat first.”

Meeting Roman Reigns.

I went to the World of Wheels auto show in Rosemont today and met “The Big Dog” Roman Reigns. To be honest with you straight up, I was never a huge Reigns fan. I preferred Ambrose in The Shield and always felt Roman receieved too bulletproof a push to the proverbial moon when the crowd reaction just wasn’t there. Fans in my own personal demographic (male, mid-late 20s, smarky) hate his booking and how inorganic his rise to the top has been. A stubborn, insistent Mr. McMahon loves “The Guy,” so he’s pushed as Superman babyface while the crowd boos. Would it be easier to satisfy fans and just turn him heel already, so the boos match his actions in the ring? Nope. And I learned why tonight.

For starters, Reigns is over like a motherfucker. There were, I would estimate, in the neighborhood of 650 people gathered trying to get a piece of the Roman Empire. I arrived to the convention center two and a half hours early, around 1:30 p.m., for a scheduled 4 p.m. signing. I didn’t get to shake his hand (forgot to shaka or fist pound, damn it) until about 6:15. And when I got out of the line, finally, there were about 300 people still waiting in line for a chance at meeting him. It’s funny: there were more men in line to meet him than just about any other demographic. Weird, right? When I met him, I actually jokingly apologized on behalf of my fellow adult male fans, and he also noted that there were more grown men there than anybody else. There were definitely tons of ladies, though. And kids. Reigns draws them all out, but yeah, especially surprised by all of “my people.” Including two guys, a man in his 30s and his elderly father, who would serve as my line buddies for the afternoon. It’s always nice meeting fellow marks, and these two were cutely mark-y. Hating the heels like they’re supposed to and such. It was wonderful.

I wanted to document a bit of the scene of a WWE autograph signing for those who couldn’t be there, or were on their way and wanted to see what they were getting into, so I took some short clips and posted them to my Twitter. Before I knew it, I was being retweeted by 20, 30, 40, 50 people and fan sites. Little 10-second videos I considered inconsequential to anything or anybody, were “liked” dozens of times. Fans – almost all female and younger than 21 – replied to my tweets with affirmation. It really opened my eyes to the fact that Roman Reigns is the most polarizing WWE Superstar since John Cena, and those who love him absolutely cherish him, while those who don’t like him will pay $20 on top of $15 parking just to boo him. (That particular contingent was uproariously minuscule, and I can probably count them on my two hands, and I’m sure they were half-joking because seriously, “hating” Roman Reigns is “cool” now, and the “in” thing to do. I’ll admit, I boo him because it’s fun. And, accordingly, I will cheer for him when he turns heel. Because of course.)

A word about those under-21s: I teach middle school girls on occasion, so I understand them. Plus, I have a sister; I grew up with a teenage girl. But, man, what a contingent of folks. The bombardment of notifications on my iPhone throughout the afternoon, after using just one hashtag (#worldofwheels, take a spin, if you will) was incredible. These girls run in packs, and like most women, they are something us men do not comprehend: They are “there for one another.” When one Roman fan speaks out, so do others. And it’s all positive stuff. The meat and potatoes of Roman’s fan base, at least socially speaking, are, I guess, a bunch of “stans.” And I mean that in the best possible way. Having been a part of my own group of wrestling fans my own age and gender, it has always been difficult to see outside that bubble of fandom. Today changed that. Although I didn’t meet one of these stans, I have to say, I dig the positivity. I dig the good vibes they send this particular wrestler. These aren’t people to bitch about booking or backstage nonsense, or what rumors they heard. They’re just loyal fans who get excited over the giant Samoan guy similar to the way girls got excited by those fab four British lads way back when.

The highlight of the night for me, beyond shaking The Guy’s hand, was meeting a mother, father, and 13-year-old son, who happened to have special needs and was thus on the opposite side of the stage, where those with special needs wait for Roman to come down to meet them individually. Long sentence there, but we’re really cooking now. What astounded me about this happening was just how loving these parents were to their son. The mother said something to the effect of, “[Meeting Roman Reigns] is going to make his day. It’s going to make my whole world.” And the boy stood there, so patiently, so excited. But so patiently. Surrounded by fellow marks for five hours, some of whom counted the minutes with the tap of a finger on the face of their watch, some of whom panicked over what kind of photo they were going to get with The Big Dog. But this boy was quiet and so respectful. Talking to him, giving him a high-five, telling him that he’s about to meet one of the coolest wrestlers I’d ever met (and get a totally terrific one-on-one photo with him, as well)… great stuff. It felt wonderful, witnessing this family do its thing, taking such pride in their little boy, whose birthday is tomorrow, whose day was about to be made by meeting his favorite Superstar. To him, Roman was a hero. To experience the sheer joy of that boy, again, top stuff.

Stepping outside my comfort zone, meeting a wrestler I honestly was on the fence about, proved quite fruitful today. I got to meet a new group of fans that thought entirely different than me, and with more positivity than comes with being a fan my age, and that’s just one takeaway. I also walked away with a greater appreciation for the guy behind The Guy – how charitable he was with his time, how happy he looked to be there, I could go on. I’ve invested a lot of time over the years meeting my share of wrestlers, and Roman Reigns is up there with the coolest of them all. So respect to him, and his fans, for today, today was pretty all right.

More Entranced

The more I think about it, the less I think I like doing these overview posts; there’s always more I want to say. I’ll do this one quickly, but I really want to dig into the meat of each day. Let me start here, with the very quick version. Maybe the outline will help.


Saturday, as I said in a previous post, went better than Friday. @lily-ackerman and I spent some time in the morning talking; the communication was not IMMEDIATELY good but we kept at it until we got to a place where we both felt better. It was the sort of foundation that set up a much better day than the day before.

The first class of the morning was @enscenic ’s class on the power of No, a class that I almost didn’t take in favor of @mrs-prism ’s Expanding Hypnotic Pleasure. Mrs. Prism herself actually told me to take Power of No instead, as it would be more useful to a beginner like me. She couldn’t have been more right. Highly recommended for anyone in the community. The 11 o’ clock hour held no classes I desperately wanted to see, so I took the opportunity to return to the room for a brief rest (self care badge, whaaaat). At noon I attended a class called It’s a Snap! Induction Workshop (as taught by @hypno-sandwich and @theleeallure), which was marvelous. I’ve never seen anyone drop to half a dozen swinging pocketwatches before! I also had the chance to briefly demo for them; it was the first time I dropped to snaps alone!

Lunch was provided by the con at the hotel, and it was a great opportunity to see people and mingle. I ended up sitting by @darthkyra and @zanythoughts both of whom are utter delights. I also made my way back to the table where @digitalswitchgamine had tried to introduce me to a couple of new folks so I could meet them and finally talk a little with digitalswitchgamine (garsh, but she’s nice). Maestro presented an award to Mephki in honor of her achievements, and the ConCom made some very nice remarks on behalf of the convention as a whole.

I honestly don’t recall what held me back after lunch, I think it was just another recovery sesh in the room while Lily went for a swim. I know I skipped the 2:30 classes and went in for Subject-Directed Traces taught by Chewtoy. I experienced something pretty interesting in that class: it was the first time I was able to make a suggestion to myself in trance. More on that in another post.

4:30 brought the one and only information and planning session for our Hypnotic Nerf Battle! @pirate-king-of-trance helped us set it up and get some ideas flowing and we signed up for the uncon space on Sunday (ahhhh we did a thing!). That only took about 20 minutes but honestly I don’t remember what the hell I did after that! I probably just chilled out again until dinner. Dinner was a large group of us at Korean BBQ and the first chance I had to really interact with certain awesome folks. So much soju being shared! What a good time.

Saturday night was dominated by Hysterical Literature which was AWESOME and I could dedicate an entire post to. Big shouts to my favorite story writers and readers (I’m pretty sure I told most of you in person). There were some fun conversations, a raucous after-party, some really fun trancey things, and finally, bed way too late.

Sunday was a big highlight for me. The Unconscious Minds panel was mind-blowing (hah) in lots of ways; hearing people who have the ability to let their unconscious talk so clearly, who seem to even have developed a whole new personality that expresses itself that way! I’m not explaining this well. It was amazing and fascinating and the sort of thing that bears a lot of close examination because I literally can’t stop thinking about it.

In a moment of stupidity I accidentally double-booked time with @zanythoughts and @digitalswitchgamine just following that. Through some incredible cosmic luck, this led to (instead of two beautiful people ready to do me grievous bodily harm) one of my favorite sessions from the weekend, a beautifully deep dual induction from both of them. I hope to work up the gumption to talk about that in greater detail because it was a transcendent experience.

I spent a little while hanging with people and chilling out. Several of us went to an early lunch because we all wanted to be back in plenty of time before the post-lunch classes. Lunch was Portillo’s again. Damn, but I finally get why @unlockingwonderland misses that so much. I’m craving a Maxwell Street Polish as we speak. Lily didn’t join me for that one because she was in a scene at the time but I brought her back food that she scarfed down while we caught up before the all-important Hypno Nerf Battle.

Oh, the Hypno Nerf Battle! How to describe it? Ever play laser tag as an adult? Have you and your friends ever spontaneously busted out into a slow-mo finger gun fight? Imagine something like that, only people in the room had triggers ranging from simply dropping into trance when they got hit to giggling uncontrollably to my own hell (thanks to @justsomedudeandhisthoughts I would lose control of a limb if it got hit; body shots slowed me down and I’d drop after 3; head shots were an instant trance). There was a lot of silly fun thanks to MindControlFun and his penchant for showmanship in differentiating each round. Highlight: at one point @lily-ackerman was slowly fading into trance while on the ground but managed to hit me in the head anyway. I remember muttering “fuck” before sinking to my knees and trancing in that position. As always, her reaction was pure gold. That’s one that we’ll be repeating in the future.

I know I went to a Switchcraft class taught by @hypno-sandwich and @ellaenchanting that had some insightful and important commentary from the crowd and an epic, 10-minute-long switch fight that ended in a draw. I know that. I remember laughing hysterically as the two hosts spun each other around, wrestled across the room, and spoke in a rapid patter of hypnotic language trying to get the upper hand on one another. I’ll be damned if I remember the details. Dangers of a hypno con. Moving on.

We spent a little while hanging with people before coming up with dinner plans. As we didn’t have the foresight or planning to actually sign up for the con dinner, we ended up doing something smaller at a… confusing German restaurant. There was a polka band playing Pharrell and Ke$ha and a man who couldn’t take more than two light spanks before bowing out (wuss). But hey, they had currywurst and my dunkel came in a 1 liter mug, so good times all around.

Sunday night was… indescribable in a lot of ways. I got to witness a scene between two amazing people that was confusing and hot for me in a lot of ways. I got to be a robot that examined a quarter in way-too-much detail and get turned on as I did so. I did a little trivia show for some people but I could only answer questions wrongly. I was utterly convinced I’d tranced @enscenic using The Focus (more on that later), only to discover that when I tried to repeat the experiment for others that I would slip into a trance of my own. I believe my reaction to that was to call her a “complete pain in the ass.” A certain someone forgot who I was and had to wander from room to room asking all the masc-types if they were hers (I’m never letting her live that down). I had a couple of insanely hot scenes in the Hypno Lounge. Boot-licking, breath play, and a form of intelligence play that had me becoming more “primal,” not to mention some light and fun fractionation stuff. Oh, and a certain someone being auctioned off. That was funny.

Monday was all over the board. We had fun in the morning (Juris prudence!), said some bittersweet goodbyes. There was a limo ride around the city with WAY too much karaoke; and an evening spent with good friends doing some really fun stuff. Somewhere in there, a couple of us got pretty emotional… it had been a long weekend, full of lots of experiences. Con drop and exhaustion were starting to rear their ugly heads, I think, but I know I came out of that feeling closer than before. Tuesday morning was particularly hard, as we actually hit the road. There was a lot of time in the car to talk things through, and thank god for that.

I have one more post I’m going to write tonight. It’s the one I’m really not looking forward to. I’m going to tag some people before I go just so I don’t forget:

@lily-ackerman @enscenic @theleeallure @hypno-sandwich @darthkyra @hypnokittencalico @zanythoughts @digitalswitchgamine @pirate-king-of-trance @ellaenchanting @unlockingwonderland @carneggyblog @arihi @tennfan2 @theeye368 @sammynona @banana-pie-gaige @sebsteerpike @darquefool @fayvie @erogenousmind @somehowbreathtaking @sex-obsessed-lesbian @mr-prism @mrs-prism and many I’m sure I’m forgetting. This weekend was unbelievable. So much love and gratitude to all of you.

THINGS THAT HAD ME SCREAMING INTERNALLY DURING THE BOOK OF MORMON PERFORMANCE I SAW ON MY BIRTHDAY

-It was my birthday July 9th, and I flew into New York from Minnesota and watched the performance July 8th. My seat WAS THREE ROWS FROM THE STAGE. -sobbing-

-Elder Price: Nic Rouleau, Cunningham: Brian Sears, Mckinely: Stephen Ashfield, Naba: Kim

Um I’m gunna put it under a read more cuz it’s THE FRICKEN LONGEST POST IVE EVER MADE IM SO SORRY BUT I JUST-BRACE YOURSELVES OKAY I ONLY MADE IT TO ‘TURN IT OFF’ BEFORE I HAD TO STOP. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO OF THIS IF YOU WANT

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Watching Are You My Dad? for the first time

(SPOILERS)

“Dag nammit!”

-Did he almost say dammit

-He just sang along to the background music as well

-EWWWW I HATE BEANS

-THEY ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE

“We’re bUILDing  a houSe foR cRABsS”

-Did Pearl lose her sanity over so little screen time as of late?

-You know, crabs live in holes…

-And they try to bite you with their claws if you try to pick them up

-”Bring me back a bear claw!”
 The videogame quests strike back!

-Onion’s weird secret room is called his office??

-”Lars? SADIIIIIIEEEEE!!”

that looks so wrong

-PEOPLE ARE DISAPPEARING, WE CALLED IT, HOMEWORLD WAS GONNA KIDNAP PEOPLE AFTER ALL, THE THEORIES THAT CAME WITH THE ‘STORM IN THE ROOM’ TEASER WEREN’T ENTIRELY OFF, JUST A BIT EARLY

-”MAMA’S COMIN’ BOYA BABY GIRRRL!”

-Sadie’s mom is so nice

-”Somebody, punch me, please”
 That arcade sounds like it’s being tormented for all eternity

-Which it is, in a sense.

Hey, snack consistency! (Guacola from Drop Beat Dad and the chips from several episodes like Monster Buddies) dunno why that one A is white though

-”ah hu my dad?”

WHADAFADAFACK THAT LITTLE SHIT CAME OUTTA NOWHERE

-I DON’T TRUST HER

-FANDOM INSTINCTS EVERYBODY

-NEVER TRUST SOMETHING THAT LOOKS SMALL, CUTE, AND/OR INNOCENT

-SHE HAS WATER WINGS LIKE LAPIS??!?

-”Don’t leave me with another enigmaaaa!”

Art tiiime!

Connie is otaku confirmed

-Okay maybe I’m stereotyping, but come on, it’s a popular headcanon

…What feeling, exactly, were you going for?

“Honestly I can’t even draw a circle”
All them 14-year-old genius artists on Tumblr be like

-Looks a bit like Lapis, looks like Steven forgot to tell them details like her hair shape and wing material but seriously

-I wonder which storyboarder drew that

“Ah, I like me.” Damn right you do you’re the most popular character AND the most popular ship in the fandom

-”Are you sure?”
 *seagull screeches instead of cricket sounds because this is a beach*

-”Yep, there’s wind.”
 No shit Sherlock
 more like when I try to sound clever but I don’t know anything

“She looks just like my drawing!”

-I…
 Well, art is based on opinions, I respect that.

-She has a British accent??

-Oh shit??

-Dafuq??

WHAT THE FUCK

-TOPAZ JUST TAKES PEOPLE AND SHOVES THEM IN HER TORSO?

-that sounds a bit wrong but IS SHE MADE OF WAX OR SOMETHING AND HOW ARE THEY STILL ALIVE

-they didn’t even bother to shut up Onion

-Topaz looks like Trump

-sorry but WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DRUGS HAS HOMEWORLD BEEN TAKING

-DID YELLOW AND BLUE DIAMOND JUST CHILL WITH THE BONG AND BE LIKE “hey you know what would be cool” “wut” “if we made a giant gem with wireless headphones that could stick humans in her chest” “that sounds rad lets do it”

-THE FUCK SHE CAN DUPLICATE SHE’S A FUSION

-SO IF SOMETHING GOT STUCK BETWEEN TWO GEMS FUSING THEY WOULD BE STUCK INSIDE THEIR BODY??

How come they always manage to leave the noses out but not the mouth

-Do they actually do this with incredibly calculated precision

-Reminds me of that one terrible Doctor Who episode

-Does this mean Rose’s sword is in there too?

she has a bow on her hair
that can turn into a magic wand thing

-Also, “Don’t bother listening to him, he’s not my dad.”

-*insert drawing of emo Aquamarine saying “You’re not my dad”*

-The newest evil little shit, Aquamarine.

-Imagine her and Navy Ruby together.

Pillow Castles (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I was supposed to post this yesterday but I had no connection I’m sorry :( Anyway, this was requested by the anon where it’s the reader’s and Bucky’s anniversary and then there’s dinner and pillowfort and they cuddle in the pillow fort and that turns to sensual sex. Happy (late) birthday, anon! ((warning: smut))

REQUEST HERE
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Bucky was not always the most romantic person in the world.

He’s incredibly sweet, but he’s very busy, and he has barely any time to see (Y/n). She couldn’t exactly blame him, either, since she was the same.

Bucky wanted to spend more time with her, but heaven knows he can’t. Mission after mission he accomplished, he’d always have more. He was lucky enough they let him stay home for his anniversary.

Bucky had prepared a dinner back at his and (Y/n)’s shared apartment. She was off to work, so he could fiddle with the kitchen however he wanted. Turns out, cooking wasn’t easy. He had picked a simple chicken recipe from the internet, at least he thought it was simple, until he tried to do it himself.

First try, he just dumped all the seasoning randomly, which turned out bad.

Second try, he forgot to adjust the oven heat.

Third try, he spent so much time trying to build the best blanket fort he possibly can, he forgot to turn the oven off and now his chicken is burnt.

He almost failed the fourth time, too, because he fell asleep, but luckily, the alarm woke him up. It was slightly burnt on the bottom, but it is basically the best chicken he could possibly make.

Maybe it was true when Steve said that he had the cooking skills of a pigeon.

He set the table neatly, glass plates and silverware neatly decorating the table draped with white cloth.

How long has it been since they’ve gone on a proper date? Weeks? Months?

Bucky felt a sudden pang of guilt in his chest. He hadn’t really been there for her, even when he wanted to be. He needed to make tonight count.

He placed a small circular vase at the center of the table. He went to get the flowers.

Where are the flowers? Bucky asked himself as he scanned the room.

Shit. He just realized he hadn’t picked up the flowers.

He took his jacket and his baseball cap and ran two blocks to the nearest flower shop. He knew (Y/n)’s favorite flowers. White roses. He wanted to pick at least three or four, but a they had left is one single rose.

Bucky was dissapointed. He only bought that one rose and ran back as quickly to the apartment as he could. He looked at his watch.

6.00 PM

Good, he thought, one more hour until she arrives home from work.

But when he got to the apartment, (Y/n) was already on the hallway, looking for the keys in her bag. “Hey, Soldier,” she smiled at him, but she can’t help but notice how stiff he had been, or that he was hiding one hand behind his back. “What’s wrong?” she asked, slowly walking to him. “Why didn’t you answer my calls or texts?”

Oh, shit, he thought.

He had been so busy doing the dinner and the fort that he forgot to check his own goddamn phone. But now, looking the face of the woman he loves, he nearly forgot all his worries, a smile plastered his face and revealed the white rose from behind his back.

“Happy anniversary, baby girl.” (Y/n) smiled and took the rose, before hooking her arms tightly around his neck. She kissed him sweetly, pressing her soft lips against hers. She could feel the metal arm under his jacket, how different it was from his human one.

She could also feel his heart thumping against hers, something that only happened when he was nervous.

She wondered what could he possibly be nervous about.

He pulled away and smiled, “come here, I have a surprise for you.” He guided (Y/n) to the door and used his key to unlock it. “Close your eyes,” he commanded, and she complied, excited of what lies beyond the door. She could here the door opening. His hands gently guided her waist to the dining room. “No peeking,” Bucky reminded, slightly tickling her. She yelped and laughed at his actions. “I am not!” she complained. She could feel him guiding her to the chair, setting her down.

“can I see now?”

“okay.”

She opened her eyes, and when she did, she wasn’t sorry. The table he set up was breathtaking. Bucky sat cross from her, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Do you like it?” he asked nervously.

“I love it,” she said, her eyes wet with tears, “I love you.”

(Y/n) seemed to understand the empty vase in the middle and placed the rose in it, completing the beautiful set. She eyed the chicken and then back at him, laughing under her breath. “did you cook that?”

“That bad, huh?” he said with a trail of amusement. “No, but I never knew that the winter soldier can cook. Come on, spill it. How many times do you have to re-do the chicken?”

Bucky reddened looking at his lap in embarrassment.

“Four,” he admitted.

(Y/n) laughed at this. Her bright, sweet, cheerful laugh that Bucky knew, the same one that always made his day. They ate the chicken that Bucky made. It was actually kind of good, but she noticed something odd with the bottom of the chicken.

“Is it burned?” she asked, smiling at the soldier.

Bucky flushed red and said, “Shut up and be grateful it’s not poisonous.”

(Y/n) laughed again, harder this time. “James Buchanan Barnes,” she scolded, “You can’t tell a girl to shut up,” she said, trying to look offended, but her smile was failing the role she wanted to pull off. “Sure I can,” he smirked devilishly. “You don’t want the neighbors to hear, do you?”

X X X

After dinner, he lead her to the living room, where a massive blanket fort lay in the floor. Everything was covered with white sheets, Christmas lights illuminating the room. She stood there, her hand laced with his, her jaws dropped in shock.

“Wow,” she sighed quietly. “You said you used to play pillow forts as a kid, so I decided it would be a good idea,” said Bucky sheepishly.

“Yes, Bucky, I said pillow fort, not pillow castle.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed her hair, “The let’s claim the throne, shall we?”

X X X

They lay face to face, embracing one another in this fabric fort filled with lights. As Bucky deeply inhales, (Y/n) exhales, the same air is circulating through each other. His eyes seemed to pierce on to her own. She kissed her knuckles. “You know I love you, right?”

She smiled and kissed him as a reply. Bucky’s hand ran through her back and to the pocket of her jeans…

There was something metallic in it. Bucky pulled it out, to see a small bracelet carved with the words ‘come home safe tonight.’ (Y/n) smiled when she saw the bracelet. “Happy Anniversary, soldier.” He kissed her again, his face lighting up with joy. “I’ll always come home safe, do you here me? Because I have something to come home to. You.

He strapped the bracelet on before digging his hands in his own jean pocket. What he brought out was heart warming: his dog tag from the 107th. He draped it over her neck and kissed her temple, “For a reminder, that when I go out there, I’m doing it for you.” She smiled and grazed her hand over the bracelet she gave him, “for a reminder, that when you go out there, I’ll be waiting for you.”

She kissed him sweetly, but it soon became heated. The sheets under and above them laid soft against their skin, soothing them out. He hummed in satisfaction against her lips.

His lips tasted sweet. It reminded her of candy and sugar and everything else she loved as a kid. But that wasn’t why she loved kissing him so much. She loved him, and the passion and emotions he brings with in these sessions.

She slowly started to undress herself but Bucky held her hand. “No, stop,” said Bucky. He placed her hand under her shirt and pulled it up. He snorted when he saw what was underneath. Captain America shields printed on her cotton bra.

“What? It was on sale!” defended (Y/n). He didn’t seem to care though. He ripped it off her quickly, her breast kneaded in his hand. He was always gentle with her.

He dragged his fingers on the outline of her breasts, before slowly caressing them. His head moved down, and he could feel his warm breath over her. He was a tease. He kissed her entire breast, by ignoring the nipples. He continued breathing over them provocatively, but avoiding physical contact until her entire body is writhing with desire.

“Does that turn you on?” he asked, looking up at her. She didn’t need to answer. Her irregular breathing and her dilated pupils replied for her.

He took his shirt off and unbuckled his jeans and his boxers, letting his weight spring free. (Y/n) hadn’t really been paying attention to his… lower parts, or how hard it already is. He dropped her jeans, too, just to be annoyed when he finds out she was wearing a matching set of Captain America panties.

Bucky groaned as she let out a small laugh. “Couldn’t you have gotten a winter soldier one?” he whined.

“But they weren’t on sale,” (Y/n) said defensively. Bucky had no patience. He yanked the fabric off her, his fingers trailing to her wetness.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet, (Y/n),” he taunted, rolling himself so that he was above her. “Happy Anniversary, baby girl,” he whispered in her ear.

When he penetrates her, a familiar feeling shook over her. A mixture of love and lust and joy and passion ran through her veins like fire.

These were the kind of nights they cherished. His thrusts ware slow and steady, like his heart beating against her.

“Bucky, please,” said (Y/n), urging him to go faster. “Yes, ma'am,” he saluted in reply and complied to her wishes.

Bucky was always so gentle, as if he was looking at her as the remains of himself, the only thing strong enough to endure. He loved her; there was no doubt about that, but sometimes he needs to be reminded that (Y/n) loved him back. And this, looking down at her, panting and moaning his name in pleasure was the perfect reminder.

Waves of pleasure came over (Y/n), and soon to Bucky. They pulled away and smiled from each other, speechless.

“Did you like it?” Bucky asked sheepishly, like he was already bracing for a negative answer.

“I love it,” she reassured, taking his face in to kiss him. “I think we should make pillow castles more often.”

A Music Affair: The Honeymoon - Part 1

Here it is, guys, finally! I’m so sorry for the delay, but I was doing my final exams and once I was done with that, I went back to writing this 2nd chapter to you all. This is a sequel to The Wedding and it’s just the first part, leading up to the 2nd one which I’ll post in a few days. Hope you enjoy it and please send me your feedback!

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Amelia exclaimed out loud when she read the ‘delayed’ sign beside their flight number.

Owen and Amelia had literally ran through the airport to get to Gate 9, where they were supposed to get on an airplane for their honeymoon in Hawaii. But, seeing as  there was no one lining up to get to the plane, they looked up to the TV above the gate and saw that it had been delayed,. They figured it was probably due to the weather conditions, they thought.

What frustrated Amelia the most was that she and Owen had almost had a huge fight that morning over them being late.

“Amelia, for Christ’s sake, why didn’t you pack those yesterday?!” Owen asked by their bedroom door, starting to get annoyed at her taking so long.

“Because I forgot, Owen!” She answered, getting even more annoyed than him, hating to be rushed, whilst she ran around the bedroom putting a hair brush and her curling iron inside her luggage. “Okay, now a coat…”

“Why the hell do you need a coat for? Hawaii is hot.” Owen stared at her, confused.

“Well, what if is chilly at night?” She went through her coats in the closet.

“Oh my God…” Owen sighed, getting even more impatient.

“Owen, you’re stressing me out!” Amelia exclaimed, grabbing the first coat she saw and putting it inside her luggage before closing it.

“Amelia, the car is already waiting for us and we’re gonna lose our flight if you take any longer!” He raised her voice at her, taking a deep breath to control himself.

“Okay, fine! I’m ready! Are you happy?” She picked up one last thing from the bedside table before storming through him and the doorway, intentionally hitting his feet with her luggage, looking incredibly mad.

“I’m thrilled!” He yelled back at her.

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I’d Photocopy All The Things That  We Could Be

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: You’ve just started working at Staples when you find your coworker, Frank, printing flyers for his band, Pencey Prep, at a “discounted rate”. Will you turn him in? Inspired by this Instagram post: https://www.instagram.com/p/BJopdx6D13b/?taken-by=frankieromustdie

You had just started your new job at Staples. You were lucky your friend, who also worked there, had put in a good word for you with the manager. It hadn’t been too hard so far – a lot to learn, like how to run a register, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

During the slow parts of the day, your boss even let you take out your sketchbook and doodle (assuming all the tasks you had to do were done). Speaking of which….

“Have you seen the drawing I made yesterday?” you asked your coworker as she returned from the breakroom. You had torn the page out so you could hang it on your wall later, but you’d forgot to take it home with you the night before, and now it wasn’t where you’d left it.

“Oh,” your friend rolled her eyes, “Frank probably laminated it.”

“Who’s Frank?” you asked, confused.

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met him yet,” your coworker explained. “He works here, too. He shows up stoned a lot and laminates random shit for shits and giggles.”

You laughed at this. “But, I really do need my drawing back,” you insisted.

“He’s over by the printing center right now if you want to go ask him about it,” your friend suggested. Since you didn’t have any customers to take care of at the moment, you decided to do just that.

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Parties For Hosting(Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1500

Summary: The reader and Bucky are hosting their 3rd annual Christmas Eve party. 

A/N: I’m doing a little Xmas series with Bucky based on It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year! I’ll post one every day until Christmas. I hope that you enjoy this! <3

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anonymous asked:

Thanks for the deffense for Aang, blaming a 12 years old for the genocide of all his people or his unwilligness to murder was a unpleasing thing to read.

Right? These arguments are brought up almost every time someone wants to bash Aang or take him down a peg (they’re the sort of stuff that get echoed throughout the fandom). I think the idea that he is held on some pedestal is actually false though - he’s pretty controversial.

Of course, in terms of how they view his age or his responsibility w/ the AN Genocide, the fandom is kind of reflective of how ATLA itself deals with the issue. The fact that Aang is a child soldier is important in the show, it’s actually one of the most important facet of his character - he was even visually designed in a way that emphasized his kiddish qualities (really big eyes and head: Aang’s proportions were inspired by a 6 year old boy, so half the age he’s supposed to be).

But it matters most in that everyone around him tends to disregard it. The monks in charge of his education decided to terminate his childhood approximately four years before most other Avatars’ ended (with arguably good reasons), and his friends decided that, as the Avatar, he could no longer have fun with them (”But I’m still the same. Nothing’s changed.”). When he gets out of the iceberg, people blame him for the war as a matter of fact (”You turned your back on the world” or“Have you forgotten that you vanished, allowing the Fire Nation to wreck havoc on the world?” - they don’t care for an explanation, they aren’t trying to be fair), and even when they don’t blame him they still expect him to make things right (to defeat an empire and end a 100 years war like that’s a monumental task and he had approximately 0 training in Avatar stuff and 0 experience in war stuff and he just lost everything - his entire support system is gone: his culture, his home, everyone he ever knew and loved except for Appa). But yeah, to the rest of the world, his age doesn’t matter.

(“I can’t do it. I can’t do it.” “What happened?” “I must have taken down a dozen Fire Navy ships out there but there’s just too many of them. I can’t fight them all!” “But you have to. You’re the Avatar.” “I’m just one kid…”)

He’s just one kid, but truth is, the world is now so fucked up that nobody can properly get that. It’s been a hundred years since Aang’s time (since peace). The old people today grew up during the war (apart from a few exceptions, it’s all they’ve ever known): they, as a generation, probably had to grow up fast too, so I guess there was some idea of childhood innocence lost along the way, from them to their children to their grandchildren (etc.). Aang is a child forced to become a soldier surrounded by other adult kids and adolescent combatants: the difference between them and him is that they were born in this violent environment. Sokka, Suki, Jet, Zuko, Azula, etc. were all trained or trained themselves for war and responsibilities from when they were little. Kids fought this war, kids lost and kids won this war. This is how low the world has fallen. Nobody is no longer willing to be surprised at how terrible this is.

More than that: as the Avatar, Aang is kinda dehumanized by the people around him. General Fong thinks it’s okay to experiment on him, physically assault him or emotionally torture him if it means he can turn him into an efficient weapon in his war (he watches him cry and beg for mercy, watches the kid turn into a monster and all he can think is “it worked!” - that’s a good thing, that’s what was supposed to happen). People all over the world send him to fight their battles without remorse, without question (Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, White Lotus). A whole city wants him to die a horrific death for a crime he committed in another life. He’s twelve, and he’s asked to let go of fear, guilt, shame, grief, to let go of all his personal attachments for the sake of the world (and he does - even if for just a moment).

Zuko couldn’t bring himself to end Zhao even after all he did to him, he couldn’t watch him be swallowed by the Ocean Spirit without extending a hand, trying to save him. But he watched a kid he knew die, shot with lighting, and showed no emotions (a kid he fought beside, who saved his life twice, who wanted to be his friend - a kid he helped to kill): for him this was only the fall of his nation’s greatest threat. He came to understand the atrocities done by the Fire Nation, to others and to himself, and he confronted Fire Lord Ozai: “My father who challenged me, a thirteen year old boy, to an Agni Kai! How can you possibly justify a duel with a child?” and “It was cruel, and it was wrong!” - but he still had no qualms about sending another kid, even younger than he was back then, to the very thing he thought was so cruel and so wrong. He had no qualms making fun of his unwillingness to kill.

(Why didn’t Zuko do it? He knew the atrocities his father was about to commit, and he had the opportunity - a golden opportunity that would never present itself again. Destiny, really? Is your idea of what “destiny” should be worth risking the world for? I still think the truth was that he couldn’t bring himself to kill someone who meant so much to him for so long.)

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Jail Break

This took WAY too long for me to post, and for that I’m incredibly sorry. But here it is, the jail break of the century with some not-so-subtle references to Heathens by TØP! (Disclaimer: I know nothing about how prisons actually work, so if there’s any sort of detail that doesn’t make sense you know why)

•Jack, Roger, Maurice, Simon, and Ralph are all in jail
•Jack and Roger are the only ones who knew each other before prison; they were partners in crime, and are in for attempted robbery of a bank
•Maurice is in for breaking/entering and trespassing
•Ralph is in for hacking into secure government files
•No one knows what Simon is in for…he seems too innocent, but rumors say that he killed somebody
•(He didn’t actually kill anyone, someone framed him very convincingly)
•Jack quickly establishes his dominance among the other prisoners; they were skeptical of him at first, not dealing with outsiders very well, but after winning a few fights and having Roger secretly threaten anyone who didn’t follow his rules, he clawed his way to the top
•Maurice got mixed up with the two of them when he challenged one of Jack’s rules, but for some reason Jack liked him and took him under his wing
•Ralph tries his best to stay out of everything, and found himself gravitating toward Simon for some reason
•Simon is like a breath of fresh air in the prison, his gentle voice and calm nature could make anyone forget the amount of trouble they were truly in
•And it’s ironic that Simon is the calmest out of everyone there, since his supposed crime is the one that could result in the most severe punishment
•One day Ralph finds Simon in tears, convinced that he’s going to be sentenced to death for a crime he didn’t commit
•Seeing the genuine fear and innocence in the boy, Ralph begins to devise a plan to escape
•Piggy visits Ralph right when he needs it most. The two of them have been close for years, and Piggy was actually Ralph’s partner in crime (only Ralph got caught for breaking into the files though)
•The two of them have even invented their own variation of language to communicate secretly
•They use this method to work out an escape plan
•Word gets around the prison of the intended jail break, and Jack takes particular interest in this
•Ralph has trust issues, not to mention he’s good at smelling people’s intentions, so he is reluctant to let Jack on board with the plan
•He fears that he may do something to endanger him and Simon in order to save himself, or at least something of that extent
•Plus they’re all sketchy af, which says a LOT considering they’re all in a prison (Ralph has even secretly dubbed them the Murderer, the Psychopath, and the Freak-Show)
•However, Jack and his gang are much more physically fit/intimidating than Ralph and Simon, so Ralph agrees to let them in on the plan to have more man power
•Finally the night of the escape arrived; Piggy had previously bribed three of the guards, who then let Ralph, Simon, Jack, Roger, and Maurice out of their cells late at night
•They walked them toward a back exit, near where Piggy was parked with the get-away van, but four other guards noticed this
•A fight ensued, and Ralph took this opportunity to grab Simon and lose Jack, Roger, and Maurice (whom he didn’t want escaping with them anyway)
•Jack wasn’t about to let his one chance of escape slip by though; he left Roger and Maurice in the fray and sprinted after Ralph and Simon
•Through the hallways he followed them, listening for their footsteps as Ralph tried to find a second exit
•Just when Jack thought he was about to round the corner and come face to face with them, he was caught by three other guards
•They took him back to his cell, and relocated Roger and Maurice to different cell blocks entirely
•Ralph and Simon made their way to the roof, from which they scaled down the building and sprinted toward Piggy and the van
•They knew they were spotted, but they kept going anyway
•They escaped by the seat of their pants and ditched the van on the side of the highway
•The three of them ventured deep into the woods to hide out for the night, and to hopefully put some more distance between them and the prison the next day
•A massive man hunt was launched to find the escapees, but they were never found
•And Jack promised himself, as well as Roger and Maurice, that one day Ralph and Simon would pay for leaving them behind