this is only one of the highlights of the night

types of students

a. coffeshops, highlighters, little post-it notes, wanting to be perfectly organized
b. 2 am, eyebags, stacks of papers, the deadline is in half an hour
c. messy bullet journal, messy desk, messy life but still trying
d. night: telling yourself how productive you’ll be tomorrow, day: let’s binge watch another netflix series
e. buying tons of cute stationery, having only one pen left by the end of the school year
f. working really hard to achieve your goals only to be asked why you’re so smart
g. ancient libraries, the smell of new textbooks, wanting to acquire all the knowledge
h. studying to help people, to save the environment, to change the world

Color Reference Guide to Recognize & Avoid Whitewashing

I’ve made a tutorial on how to color adjust to fix washed out coloringsbut I noticed people aren’t always sure when their coloring needs fixing in the first place. So I’ve made a bunch of colorings you can use to compare your own to. It’s designed to help avoid whitewashing, but also help avoid over-correction.

If you’re not a content creator, you can also use this guide for reblogging as well. :)

Using the Guide

  • Each set comes in three: cool, neutral, and warm. If your coloring is bluer/whiter than the cool tone, consider readjusting.
  • Examples of what might be too pale/bright are beneath each set
  • There are various categories (daytime, night scenes, etc) for each type of scene you might encounter
  • Each coloring has a color palette beneath for the highlights, midtones, and shadows of the character’s face. If you’re having trouble eyeballing it, use the eyedropper tool to double check.

1) For the sake of simplicity, I’ve used one character per category, but characters of color are not interchangeable. Identify the skin tone for the character you’re coloring and work with that. This is only meant to give a frame of reference for what is and isn’t whitewashing

2) If any of the colorings look different than what they’ve been stated as (i.e. the cool tones look too warm or some look way too dark to be visible) calibrate your monitor. It means your screen color and gamma needs readjustment.

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there are so many important messages that suga is trying to convey to his listeners through his mixtape and im sure that if you’ve read the lyric translations, you definitely know what i mean. i am seriously blown away that we’ve been fans of bts for what, 3 years now? for 3 years, ARMYs have easily labelled yoongi as ‘lazy’, given him that ‘idagf’ image, and yet, we were oblivious to so many of his hardships. we’ve always known that he’s hardworking, more quiet than the other members, and more reflective, but this mixtape honestly blew me away because yoongi’s gone through so much in his idol career and we had no idea. 

first off, he touches on a sensitive topic that idols don’t speak openly about: mental health. he raps about seeing a psychiatrist, battling with depression, self-hate, experiencing social phobia since age 18, putting on a front, and loneliness. His entire song “The Last” really touches on this:

a word said like habit, oh, I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck
those words are all words I use to hide my weak self
that time I want to erase, that’s right, the memories I want to erase of that day I had that concert
I was afraid of people, so I hid in the bathroom and stared at myself

and in “So Far Away”:

I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me keeping telling me to regain my consciousness
I try to vent my anger but I only got myself so what’s the point of venting my anger
I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing

these lyrics from ‘At Dawn’ also illustrate this:

I pretend I’m not lonely, I pretend I’m not suffering
I pretend I’m okay for no reason, meaninglessly I pretend to be strong
don’t come over the wall I’ve put up in front of myself
don’t throw me off this island in this wide sea 

he also talks about his struggles during his trainee days and i dont think he’s ever talked in depth about this period of his life. this mixtape gives us some insight about him moving to seoul, getting a part time job to afford the cost of living in the city, going to school dead tired after work, and still training with big hit to live out his dreams

was I needy for success? No just needy for money
it’d been a long time since I forgot the words ‘in style’
I practiced at night and went to my part time job at dawn
then even if I dragged that tired body to school I just slept
I became 20 that way, the sight of the graduation room was suspicious

and the fact that he admits he puts up a front:

I hide the self that’s behind my defensive posture
I hide myself completely like I’ve become a criminal, always
I can’t even take one step outside the dorm that’s like a prison 

all of these are reasons im so moved. because it really highlights how idols only show one side of themselves to the camera, and fans can never really know them fully. we only know the version of bts’ min yoongi that he wants to show us through shows and broadcasts. 

behind every idol rapper who succeeds
there’s a weak self standing, it’s a little dangerous
I fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion
hell no, anyway I don’t even know if that’s the real me

but through his music? through his mixtape, he’s trying to show us another side of him, and i’m so thankful that he’s opened up to his worldwide audience. this takes courage. talking openly about your hardships and your weaknesses to people who look up to you, that takes some damn courage. so thank you, yoongi, for opening up to your fans. 

The highlights of the night for me:

- JHO playing in the background
- Every person associated with Harry and the band tweeting about # of the band.
- Jeff breaking his social media silence to tweet about the band.
- Liam, who used to be the one who makes sure to take one for the team and thank the uglies (AKA : Simon, Syco, and Modest), made a surprise appearence and prevented the devil from accepting the award for them while totally ignoring his ass and only thanking his boys and the fans.
- Nialler tweeting about the win and @ at his Payno.


Hi y'all, so I’ve been doing make up for years for proms and weddings and engagement photos and such and thought I would offer some tips because I love make up and maybe not everyone knows these! Obvi keep in mind everyone is different and these may not work for you…

- Try Nivea’s Sensitive Post Shave Balm for Men as a primer. A little goes a long way and rub it in until it gets tacky

- There is literally no reason to buy mascara from high end brands and I’m a high end whore. My favorite is the Clump Crusher water resistant

- If you can’t decide between two foundation colors, choose the one that’s lighter. Bronzer can fix that shit quick

- The “buy concealer that is 56 shades too light” trend needs to die. One or two shades is plentyyyyy you don’t wanna look like a reverse raccoon and flash photography only makes it worse

- BAKE your under eyes and if you’re hoeing tbh bake your entire face. Message me if you don’t know what baking is

- Two best foundations I’ve ever used are the Too Faced Born This Way and Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra 24hr

- Stop applying your make up with your hands ladies pls buy a beauty blender and get it damp

- Take the foundation off your lips once you’ve set it bc if you just put lip product over it it’ll bunch up in the corners of your mouth

- Sigma has great brushes and shed less than any of my high end brushes. I’d definitely recommend splurging and getting a full set of them

- Do not base your purchases off of sellout YouTubers that are getting paid to say everything they’re saying

- Buy a setting spray and spray your eyeshadow brush w it before applying shimmery eye shadows and spray your whole face with it when you’re done

- I see girls on here all the time saying not to wear falsies which I think is absolutely insane but my falsies advice is start with individuals and work up to strips. That’s what I did

- Exfoliate your face and use the Biore black head strips on your nose for smoother make up application

- Don’t leave your lower lash line bare. I see this so much and it’s super weird looking. Do a little eyeshadow and mascara at the least to complete the whole look

- Avoid matte lipstick/liquid lips unless you’re sure your lips are smooth hydrated and snatched otherwise they will look like a butthole in 15 minutes

- W/ eyebrows and make up: less is more girl. ESPECIALLY from a man’s perspective

- If you’re going to put a base shadow down before doing your eyeshadow look (which I’d recommend), avoid putting it anywhere you’ll put shimmer and instead fill that space with a cream eyeshadow or more primer to make that shimmer popppp
- Wash your beauty blender every time you use it or it will grow mold I promise

- Buxom’s lip glosses are the absolute best. They are so high quality, smell good, last FOREVER, and tingle on your lips like mint

- Clean your make up brushes as often as you can (I wish I did more than I do) not only because it’s hygienic but because they will apply SO MUCH BETTER

- If your eyebrows are always rubbing off, invest in a waterproofing liquid to put over them. NYX has a cheap one that really works

- Make sure to go over the line of your falsies with black eyeliner to hide the glue. I don’t care if the glue is “clear” or “black” it’s visible

- If you can’t find a contour color that’s cool toned enough try an eyeshadow!

- Put tons of highlight on your cupid’s bow it’s so cute in my opinion and always gets lots of compliments

- TAKE YOUR MAKE UP OFF EVERY NIGHT. DO NOT SAVE YOUR MAKE UP FOR THE NEXT DAY. Some girls will fight me on this but imo no make up is cuter than gross make up and it’s so bad for your skin

- If your eyes are always watering your shit off get some anti-allergy or anti-dryness (whichever you think you have) eye drops

- You can exfoliate your lips before lipstick application easily with honey and sugar. Do this before putting on foundation and such. If you’re a bougie bitch you can buy scrubs from places like Lush

- I’m convinced that Burts Bees is the only chapstick I’ve ever used that didn’t make me end up needing chapstick more than I did in the first place

- If you don’t have time to wash off your make up then just use a make up wipe! The Kirkland brand ones are my all time faves because they don’t sting my eyes or leave a residue on my face

- Stop over washing your face. It makes it produce more oil to compensate and it could be why you have acne

- You don’t need to pay to get your brows waxed/threaded if you just pluck the spare 2 or 3 brows that grow out of place each day. You’ll keep your shape, save money, and your brows will always look good

- If you don’t use eyeshadow primer please buy some and watch your entire eyeshadow collection transform. If you can’t afford it but have concealer that’s second best and still works well

I could go on forever and might make a part two but I’m tired now. Probably going to make a make up favorites list by product category soon!

Message me with any make up questions ever because I love blabbing about it! Spread the luv and happy face beating!! 💄

Sometimes, the cases are just sad. 

They end, and they’re solved, and they’re easy, and done, but that doesn’t really mean anything. There are still people left hurting and lost. Families ripped apart. Sherlock having to explain something numbly, being forced to ignite the grief in someone’s eyes.

Those times are not always, thank God. But, whenever they do happen, Sherlock hardly sleeps. John can see how he quietens- not his usual contemplative mode, but something withdrawn and achingly lonely. How his fingers twitch for a cigarette- a distraction.

On one such night, John wakes to an empty bed. He finds Sherlock in the kitchen, sitting in an almost darkness, the only light coming from his laptop. The ghostly blue of the screen highlights the dark shadows under his eyes.

He’s replaying the family’s appeal. And now, John cannot understand how he could ever think Sherlock didn’t care.

He doesn’t say anything. He just walks over and shuts the laptop lid. Sherlock’s eyes remain blank and staring, as if the screen is still in front of him.

John clears his throat. “Sherlock,” he says. His hand reaches up, and strokes Sherlock’s hair. “It’s not your fault.”

Sherlock blinks. Something lights up behind his eyes, as if he’s only just seeing John is there. “I…” he says, and his voice falters, and John pulls him to his chest. He feels Sherlock’s body shake a little.

“It’s not your fault,” he repeats.

“I…I know.” And it almost sounds like he’s starting to believe it.

John’s hand moves from stroking Sherlock’s hair to squeeze his shoulder. “Come keep the bed warm?” he suggests.

Sherlock laughs, taken by surprise. John smiles in triumph.

But, in bed, Sherlock turns and hides his face in John’s neck. His body starts to shake again. “I hate this. It doesn’t make sense, it- it’s cruel.”

There’s anger there, John knows. Grief. Empathy. Fear.

He thinks of the Sherlock who sits down and explains to children why he’s sorry, he’s so very sorry, but their mother isn’t coming back… the Sherlock who leaves post-it notes on delicate case files with Not one for the blog… the one who strides into Scotland Yard in righteous anger, demanding to have a murder inquiry reopened. Justice. Closure.

John kisses Sherlock’s forehead. His neck feels wet, and he holds Sherlock tight. “You’re trying,” John whispers. “That’s it. That’s all you-”

“Is… is it enough? How can it ever-” Sherlock chokes on the rest.

“Oh, Sherlock,” John kisses him again. “’Course it is. You… it means the world.” 

Sherlock exhales against John’s neck. His breathing wobbles.

“Shh, now. Close your eyes. I’m here.”

anonymous asked:

Knight and Prince/Princess AU?! :)

  • As kids, Character A swore to protect Character B from danger, and now that they’re grown up, Character A serves as Character B’s loyal knight and bodyguard. But when Character B is arranged to marry another royal from a different kingdom, Character A isn’t sure what to do with all their unsaid feelings.
  • “I understand that you’re here to keep me safe, but really! I don’t need an escort when I’m walking to get a glass of water at night! Geeze!” AU
  • Character B is a knight that’s been tasked with protecting Character A, a member of royalty, as Character A travels to a nearby kingdom. When the group is attacked by bandits, Character B is shocked to learn that Character A is a masterful fighter.
  • After an attempted assassination, Character A is a commoner that is a decoy for the royal prince/princess. Dressed up in royal robes and attending public meetings, Character A quickly becomes friends with their new bodyguard/knight, Character B, who helps Character A understand their new role.
  • “If you think that I’m helpless, then how about you teach me to fight?” AU
  • Character A is a knight that absolutely hates their job. The only highlight of their day is getting to talk to Character B, a royal that likes to talk to Character A about their dreams of running away. One night, Character A is roughly awaken by Character B, who is whispering: “c’mon, I’m leaving tonight!”
Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

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mine || dylan o'brien

word count: 4113

warnings: fluff

prompt: based on this song

author’s note: Y/D/N = Your Daughter’s Name, Y/S/N = Your Son’s Name (not my gif)


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Music is in the air, my friends.  How can it not be? Music Meister was super annoying butttttttt I have to say, sending people in a musical world – sort of the best super power if you ask me. Barry downloaded the team about what we were all doing in the musical.  I swear, every time Barry time travels or goes to another dimension I never tire of hearing what my doppelgangers can do.  Apparently in the musical, I was a bus boy named Pablo – I dig it.

With Barry and Iris back on the right track, morale at a high - it felt appropriate that we all take a breather and go do something together.  And obviously, given what we were just up against it had to be karaoke. We got there and after a few rounds of liquid confidence everyone was ready to scan the book and pick their songs.

A lot can be said about your karaoke jam – take Iris for instance.  She’s not super musically inclined but girl picked crowd pleaser with TLC’s “No Scrubs.” It got the crowd going and everyone knew the words to sing along.  It brought me back to my middle school gymnasium dances where the girls hung out on one side and the boys on the other.  Yeah, I was the cool wallflower.  But that’s the thing about music – it can transport you back to a specific time and place in your life.  It’s a beautiful thing.

Iris wasn’t the only one of us with good musical taste – Joe chose Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York.” That guy can sing ­– he’s so soulful and just a natural on stage….seriously, he should think about doing a career change.  Caitlin can’t carry a tune, bless her heart, but her song choice was solid – Alanis Morisette “Ironic.”  I think the highlight of the night was that H.R. didn’t know or recognize any of the songs – so he just grabbed the microphone and sang a “classic” Earth-19 song.  Everyone at the bar wanted to kill us but it was a hilarious moment that was so worth us almost getting kicked out for.

Post war AU where Slughorn asks his 8th year class to write on a piece of parchment their personal definition of love before he shows them how to brew the proper amorentia, and Draco is flustered because he doesn’t know what it’s like.

That evening, he doesn’t return to his dorm and spends the night by the black lake, staring off into space and drowning himself in his thoughts yet again. Although this time, he hopes for at least a single thought on love to surface.
There is none.

Draco then becomes frustrated because shouldn’t he know this? Shouodn’t he know how to define such a simple and common emotion?
Didn’t he know love?

This only frustrates Draco even more, and the soft glow of moonlight highlighting his mark does not help him one bit. He picks up a rock in anger and throws it into the lake, screaming a release.

“I know I should be respecting your privacy, but could you keep it down?” a voice interrupts his stupor.

It’s Potter.
Draco scoffs.
Great. Just what he needed.
He was irritated. Potter wasn’t supposed to be here. No one was supposed to be here. But then again, he was too drained to even argue, so he obliged.

Silence filled the air for a few moments, until Harry decided to speak up. At first Draco was reluctant, but he eventually gave into Harry’s attempt to start a conversation. Besides, they weren’t really enemies anymore. They’ve moved past that, and it was a mutual agreement.

Surprisingly, they end up spending the remaining hours of the night talking.
It felt good, Draco had to admit. It felt good to talk to someone. It felt even better to talk to someone who understood.

The next day, without putting much thought to it, Draco passes his parchment to Slughorn without a word.

Slughorn raises his eyebrows in curiosity and asks Draco what he meant by what he wrote, and Draco smiles but doesn’t answer.

“Love is a single strike of lightning in the midst of a strong storm. Very curious, Mr. Malfoy, eh?” Slughorn eyes him with apprehension.

Draco turns crismon, not at all expecting that Slughorn would read his submission aloud for the whole class to hear.

Harry sees the back of Draco’s ears turn red as well, and a knowing smile creeps into his lips. “Come to think of it, sir,” he interjects, making Draco turn to him, eyes wide with shock, “it’s not very curious at all.”

Harry turns to Draco and throws him a subtle wink, leaving him dazed for the rest of the hour.

Stress (Percival Graves x Reader smut)

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Requested: So I just read Touch. Very nice, liked it a lot. But I remember you saying you were in the mood for writing smut? Because I would love some new Percival Graves x Reader smut because I’m a desperate little thing. Thanks for writing these stories!

Summary: You get caught masturbating by your boyfriend, Percival Graves.

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT ;))))))  (i hate myself lmfao)

Words: 1,500

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx

DO NOT repost this on other sights and claim it as your work.

I feel so sinful for writing this. Pls god save my soul


You rushed back into the apartment you shared with Percival, crashing onto your couch in exhaustion. 

Today was extremely stressful, and you couldn’t wait to fall asleep. 

You stood up from your position on the couch and walked over to yours and Percival’s room. You had been dating Percival for several months now, and you knew he wouldn’t be back home until later on in the day. So, you decided that instead of falling asleep, you could relieve your stress in another way.

Opening the door to the bedroom, you threw your belongings onto a nearby chair and began to strip down. Percival’s late nights at MACUSA normally meant that by the time he came back home, he would only have the energy to cuddle and fall asleep. It’s not like you didn’t like it, in fact, it was normally one of the highlights of your day, being able to hold onto Percival at the end of the day and fall asleep in his arms. But, you had needs that hadn’t been fulfilled in a while. 

You stripped down until you were all the way nude, except for your underwear. Once a majority of your clothing was off, you laid down on the bed and began to touch yourself, thinking of Percival’s hands roaming your body and touching you in sinful places. 

You palmed your breasts, thinking of Percy biting and grabbing at your nipples. A small huff escaped your lips at the thought. 

One of your hands then roamed down to your core. You slipped your hand into your underwear, rubbing and pinching your clit. You became even more wet as other sinful thoughts filled your brain of Percival pleasuring you. You yearned for his touch, his fingers, his tongue all over your body. 

You moaned out as you slowly inserted one of your fingers into your core. Meanwhile, your other hand kept at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple in between your fingers.

You couldn’t help yourself, you started to moan out Percy’s name. 

“Oh, Percival…”

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open and revealed a surprised Percy standing in the doorframe. You gasped and grabbed at the blanket to cover yourself. You sat up and clenched your legs together in a last and feeble attempt to hide what you had been doing.

It felt like hours before Percy began to slowly walk towards you. A carnal look spread over his face, his lust clouding his eyes. You involuntarily whimpered while he came closer to you. He sat on the bed right next to you and leaned in to your ear.

“Did you forget I’d be home early tonight, princess?” 

You shivered and looked down. Ashamedly, you nodded. Your embarrassment was apparent as a fiery red blush spread onto your cheeks. 

Percy brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face up to look at him. He kept a secure hold on your face so you wouldn’t look away. He glanced down at your lips, his face so dangerously close to yours. Finally, he closed the distance between you two, kissing you with a hunger and need you’d never experienced from him before. 

His other hand took the blanket away that you had been holding, baring your nude body to himself. The cold air made a chill run up your spine, and your nipples hardened.  

Percy broke away from you and smirked. He loved your body, and he couldn’t help but allow his hand to graze all over your skin. He started at your stomach, fingers slowly grazing up towards your breasts. Bending his head down, he attached his lips to your neck, sucking and leaving bruises. Your hands clenched on to the bedsheets, and a hot breath slipped past your lips as Percy pinched your left nipple. 

Percival smiled against your skin. He then payed attention to your right breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. It’s been so long since he’s taken care of you like this.

Percy sat up slowly and brought himself down towards your heat. Your legs were still clenched together because of how wet you had become. 

He sat in front of your legs, putting his hands on your knees and slowly opening them to reveal your core. Percy smirked once he saw how wet you were. He then stooped down and slid his finger up your folds.

“Princess, you’re so wet… All for me.” 

You bit your lip and arched your back, aching for more. He got the hint and slowly brought his face down to give you what you wanted. His tongue lapped up your heat.

“God, you taste so good.” 

You whimpered and raised your hips up towards his face. Percy grinned and latched onto your clit as he slid one digit into you. You were in absolute bliss as Percy lapped you up. He then added another finger, going faster and sucking harder on your clit.

“O-oh, don’t stop, please.” You clutched onto Percy’s hair and arched your back. You were so close to your climax.

Percival noticed you were on your brink of orgasming, but decided to deny you of that pleasure. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you and detached from your clit with a loud pop.

“Not so fast, princess.”

You groaned and laid there, breathing heavily. You soon heard a loud clink and looked to your side. Percy had stood up from the bed and had taken the responsibility of taking off his clothing. The loud clink you heard from earlier was the sound of Percival’s belt hitting the floor. His pants were now loose and wrapped around his ankles, and now he was quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He still had on his boxer briefs.

You sat up and shuffled towards him. His erection was pressing against its confines in his boxers, and you couldn’t help but lean down and lazily trace the outline of his dick. Percy groaned and threw his shirt to the bed and quickly took off his boxers. His cock sprang out, demanding attention. A few drops of precum leaked from the tip

You laid down on your stomach, grabbing onto Percy’s dick. Slowly, you stroked him up and down, earning you a long groan.

“Oh, sweet heart, don’t be a tease.”

You nodded and wrapped your lips around his cock. He filled your mouth entirely, and you slowly slid his dick down your throat, trying to adjust to his size. Percy let out a long breath, murmuring how good it felt to have your mouth around him. 

Stroking him up and down, you bobbed your head along the length of his cock. Percival grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you, pushing you to go faster. You choked as his dick throbbed against the back of your throat. He loved seeing you like this, disheveled and on all fours in front of him. You were beautiful, and you were all his.

He let go of your head and pulled you up from your position, pushing you back down to the bed. He hovered over you, kissing at all of your exposed skin. Your cheeks, your neck, your breasts. He then lowered himself down to your ear, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your earlobe. 

“Ready, my love?”

You nodded and looked him in the eyes before kissing him long and hard on the lips. His tongue gained entrance to your mouth, all the while guiding himself to your core. He slid his cock up your slit and you gasped at the sudden feeling. Percy then slid himself into you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. 

He looked at you to see if you were ok so far. You nodded at him and smiled. He then continued to slide himself in and out of you, gradually increasing in his pace. You groaned, feeling him fill you up to the brim.


Percy followed your command, pounding into you. Your mouth parted in ecstasy and you whimpered at the amazing feeling. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing that special bundle of nerves.

You were a moaning mess, fisting the sheets, getting lost in oblivion. Percy was grunting, hitting you in all the right spots. The both of you were getting close to your climaxes.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling that familiar feeling of tightness in your core. Percival felt it too, and he began to pound into you harder, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You moaned loudly as you released all over his cock. 

Percy kept on pounding into you, riding out your orgasm and approaching his fast. His dick twitched, and you felt him fill you with his seed. He slid out of you and rolled over next to you. 

He pressed his chest to your back and brought the blanket over the two of you. You smiled back at him and he winked at you. 

“Good night, princess.”



thats that hahahaha

I hope you guys liked it!! Leave feedback, and don’t forget that I’m always open to requests!!! 

anonymous asked:

Hi, if you are taking requests can i ask for an headcanon? What if the chocobros are dating a s/o who is a party animal? Like, they often go out with their friends to dance, drink and have fun? Maybe enjoying to be nicely dressed with a cute make up?

My first attempt at head-canons. Thank you for this cute request I ended up using a female s/o. Let me know if you want a male version. I hope you like this!


  • Noctis would prefer to stay at home, play video games, watch a movie. So you may need to convince him to accompany you on a night out. But you know he can’t say no to your cute little pout and puppy eyes.
  • Noctis would prefer to sit back and watch you have fun. He doesn’t dance. He just doesn’t dance AT ALL.
  • Noctis thinks you are the cutest when you are all dressed up and ready to go. He likes it when you wear skinny jeans with a short crop top. He loves to see your midriff when you stretch your arms above your head.
  • Noctis might get jealous if other people checking you out. He already gets enough attention being the Prince, so he won’t voice his concerns until you two are alone. You take your time to make sure he knows that he is the only one you want.
  • Take a night off and go enjoy yourself with some friends. Noctis won’t complain. He would take the time to get some extra sleep or play some King’s Knight with the other guys.


  • Prompto loves the fact you are a party animal. He loves you see you let loose and have a good time.
  • Need a girl’s only night? Prompto might be a little sad. Only because he wants to spend all his free times with you. But he understands you need to to hang out with your friends without him being around.
  • He loves to watch you try on various outfits for when you do go out. When you ask for his opinion, he is the worst. He tells you that you look hot in every outfit you’ve tried on. You are never going to find the right outfit with his help!
  • He really likes dresses and skirts that show off your thighs.
  • Prompto loves when you wear make-up. He thinks you are so pretty with red lipstick, pink blush, and bright eye shadow. He wants to help you pick what eye shadow color!
  • Prompto LOVES to dance with you! This is the highlight of the night. You love to let go and enjoy each other’s company. His hands on your lower back, keeping you close against him as you two dance.
  • Getting a lot of attention from the other patrons in the club? Prompto may get a little jealous at all the attention you are getting, but you easily reassure him that he is the only one getting your attention tonight or any night.


  • Gladio isn’t much of a party animal but he loves being with you and seeing you happy. He will gladly accompany to a local dance club or bar for a night out.
  • Much like Noctis, Gladio may not join you on the dance floor. Watching you have fun and enjoy yourself is enough for him.
  • If Gladio notices you are getting too much attention from an individual, he can’t blame the individual. You are smoking hot and he knows you know it. He will step up beside or behind you, place his hand on your hips, and send the individual a not so friendly glare. Gladio is not a possessive man, but he wants to make sure the individual knows you are taken.
  • Gladio loves the feeling of your moving against him. That ass on his crotch. He can’t keep his hands to himself. He is all over you. On your hips, stomach, thighs. Pulling you flush against him. He loves it when you squirm to try and get away from him.
  • Gladio’s favorite part is the outfits. He LOVES to see you outfits that compliment all your curves and features. Though, you may not get too far into the night if you keep dancing and jumping around while trying them on. “Babe, you keep dancing around in those little outfits, the only party you will be attending is the one in my pants.”
  • Gladio is all for you having a night out with your friends. He doesn’t care, as long as you call him if something happens or if you need a ride home after drinking too much.


  • Ignis wants you to enjoy yourself but he does worry that you may be partying a little too much. Going out occasionally is nice, but Ignis doesn’t like the thought of you going out every weekend.
  • Of course, he isn’t going to stop you, but he will voice his concern. “Darling, please be careful. I don’t want to see you over exert yourself.”
  • If you decide to drink, Ignis will make sure you aren’t drinking too much. He will constantly ask if you are okay or are feeling sick. If you are out with friends, he will make sure you have a safe way home.
  • Ignis thinks you are beautiful regardless of what you wear. He wants you to be comfortable and happy. That’s his main priority. But he does love the way your dress hugs your hips.
  • Ignis is more of a classical, ballroom type of dancer. But he will on rare occasions step out on the dance floor with you. He is shy about public displays of affection, so his hands will always be in a safe place on your waist, arms, or shoulders.
  • Ignis isn’t worried about the attention you are getting from other people. He knows you are loyal to him. He knows he has nothing to worry about.
‘cause when you walked into the room just then

theatre au collab with @alrightpotter. here’s her part.

a/n: lucie, my love!!! happy birthday!!! i’d want to know you if you reached peak gay or became buffy summers dog or could only eat car tires. i love you badly. id probably give up weetbix for you. have the best day in the world.

Godric’s Post                                                                              8th February 2009

Film: The Wind In the Whomping Willows
Director: Bathilda Bagshot
Plot Summary: 4 friends go for a picnic. Boredom ensues.

I’ve never liked Bathilda Bagshot, and yes this may have been because of an incident at one of my parents’ house parties where she literally hissed at me when I reached for another baked potato, but the point still stands. She continues rely on prolonged dialogue scenes that don’t move the plot along and stretch to the point of absurdity, until the viewer is begging for a change in scene, shot, anything, only to presented with (unbelievably) yet more boredom.  

So put aside whatever resentment you’re harbouring that I just name dropped Bathilda Bagshot and that she used to come to my house, and wallow in how wasted my Friday night was watching this garbage. My personal highlight was the closing credits, because it meant I could at last be free from this endless hell of four people sitting in a wood, talking about sandwiches and grass for two hours straight.

Naturally I imagine some people enjoyed the film, (Bagshot does know her way around a camera, I’ll give her that, the cinematography was flawless.) however dear, cherished, hopefully-subscribed-and-not-reading-this-on-the-free-trial-reader, I must ask: who doesn’t like a little during movie commentary? Before Friday I would have said no one, but after Friday I would have to say no one, with the exception of uptight, haughty gingers.

Rather like Penelope Clearwater’s unfortunate character in The Wind in the Whomping Boredom, I too found myself being falsely accused of a crime I did not commit. In Clearwater’s case (she shines in the film, despite Bagshot’s insistence she be holding a mirror in every scene) it was of stealing the picnic sandwiches. Mine was the slightly more serious charge of ‘injuring’ a fellow reviewer.

I want it stated for the record that no such injury occurred, and that as far as I am aware popcorn is rarely classified as an assault weapon, but I am willing to hear argument on the matter. However I could be wrong because the reviewer in question seemed to genuinely enjoy the Wind In the Whomping Waste of Time, so maybe it wasn’t her eye that should be examined, but her brain.

In summary: this film has done the impossible and been even more tedious than Bagshot’s last effort, A History of the Snake Inside Me, which I didn’t think possible. My nine-year-old criticisms rarely stand up to scrutiny but I think my judgement of Ms Bagshot being The Worst has proven correct. Furthermore, I want it noted for no particular reason at all that if at any point I am contacted by a lawyer about paying medical bills for a non-existent injury, I will do something else ‘ridiculous’ and ‘childlike’ like toilet papering a Certain Reviwers house or broadcasting my witty and hilarious movie commentary over a loudspeaker during each and every film I will ever attend from this point on.

(the editor Remus J. Lupin wishes to clarify for legal reasons that comments above are aimed at no particular individual, all wishes views presented are the writer and the writers views alone, and to please not sue the paper)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  3rd March 2009

Film: 101 Fantastic Beasts
Director: Newt Scamander
Plot Summary: CGI animals have a good time. Audience have a good time.

Scamander has always had a talent for animation, even his questionable films like Beasts Which Are Fantastic If Only We Knew Where To Find Them (nonsensical, long-winded title) and The Porpentina Goldstein Story (thought it was going to be about hedgehogs. It was not.) should be seen purely for their onscreen beauty alone.

Thankfully, 101 Fantastic Beats wasn’t a repeat of the Hedgehog Incident but rather exactly what it says on the tin, 101 Fantastic Beasts romping around the city and having a jolly good time, until one of them dies and the entire world becomes a bleak hell-scape that you are desperate to escape because you can’t stop crying.

Unfortunately my screening experience of this charming film was somewhat hindered by the near constant stream of insults and accusations of ‘eye assault’ from a Certain Reviewer which culminated in said reviewer tipping popcorn that Was Not Hers across The Innocent Victims Lap.

The reviewers in question needn’t have ever spoken again but because a Certain Reviewer had slandered another Wholly Blameless Reviewer in her paper, which the Wholly Blameless Reviewer’s Mother reads, some things had to be sorted out. And those things were trying to get the Certain Reviewer to print a retraction so the Wholly Blameless Reviewers Mother would stop bloody going on about it.  

On top of this Wholly Blameless was mocked mercilessly for showing emotion during what ranks as one of the most heart-breaking scenes of all time, next to such movie moments as the ending of Dead Poets Society and the shooting of Bambi’s mother in Bambi. Obviously a Certain Reviewer needs to borrow a heart so she doesn’t have to poke fun at others for having what she does not: feelings. Wholly Blameless would be happy to lend her some of his, as he’s just good like that and not at all the ‘slice of expired a*shole’ he’d previously been accused of being.

101 Beasts has heart (unlike Certain Reviewer’s) and is appropriate for the whole family excluding twelve year olds, because obviously they’re terrible and you’d never want to take them anywhere anyway, so it’s a win-win.

(The editor wishes to clarify that the writers list of saddest movie moments is flawed because it has left off the Jack death scene from Titanic because the writer thinks ‘Cameron clearly emotionally manipulated the audience’ and ‘there was plenty of room for both of them on that door’ because the writer is an imbecile. The editor cannot believe he is the film critic.)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  11th April 2009

Film: The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Director: Gilderoy Lockhart
Summary: You really don’t want to know.

Gilderoy Lockhart has won two Oscars, and yet every time I watch one of his films I have to forcefully remind myself that it wasn’t shot by a nine-year old with a camcorder who uses their dog as a sound assistant. The dullness of the film will stun and bewilder all who see it, as it defies reason why such a thing should be made.

True Hairy Chins Shouldn’t Be Seen By The Public was wildly funny (despite meaning to be a serious documentary), but aside from that I can’t think of a Lockhart film I’ve ever enjoyed aside from classics like Gadding With Ghouls and Travels With Trolls which hardly look like Lockhart films at all, despite him having directed them.

Cupboard Under The Stairs is so mind-blowing ridiculous, from the wooden dialogue to the extended shots of director and star Lockhart doing mind-numbingly boring tasks while smiling garishly, that when I found myself sitting next to a Certain Reviewer I didn’t even bother to move but rather stayed if only to have something to do. A slight physical fight broke out, and by fight I mean a Certain Reviewer hit me for a comment I made about the twenty second long director credit, so obviously I pinched her, and then before I knew what was happening we had been thrown out.

I don’t want you to think, dear reader who has clicked on this review and therefore pays my rent, that I might have acted unprofessionally by getting thrown out a movie twenty minutes in. I want to clarify: I absolutely acted unprofessionally. There is no ‘might’ about it. But my point still stands: the film was garbage, and that fact that I could tell this from only the first twenty minutes is further evidence of its garbagery.

Now I know at this point you’re all clambering to hear more about the two hours I spent alone with a Certain Reviewer, as for some bizarre reason, you’re all incredibly interested in our relationship built off pure loathing and irritation. Well, prepare yourselves readers, because a Certain Reviewer’s favorite filmmaker is not only Wes Anderson (!! There should be a limit to the amount of pastel on a screen at one point). But she also hasn’t read the best novel of all time, The Great Gatsby, and then told me that that ‘wasn’t that weird’ and asked me to ‘close my mouth’ because ‘its been two minutes’ and its ‘getting weird’.

However she did earn points back by liking Star Wars (if she hadn’t, I may have committed a crime worse than Cupboard Under the Stairs’ acting) and she also noted that Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet was her sexual awakening, and I to felt a deep attraction to DiCaprio and still do despite his insistence on growing a beard every few years. She laughed at this, but I think it was a laugh of agreement, so therefore it wasn’t bad.

Cupboard Under the Stairs was one of the worst atrocities committed to film, but a Certain Reviewer agreed that Han shooting first was an important part of his character, so all is not wrong with the world.

Text from James Potter to Sirius Black: do u think i look like leonardo dicaprio

Sirius Black: no

Sirius Black: is this bc evans said she liked him

James Potter: absolutely not

Text from James Potter to Remus Lupin: do i look like leo dicaprio

Remus Lupin: firstly, dont call him leo

Remus Lupin: and secondly, obvsly not

Remus Lupin: no two people have ever looked more different

James Potter: fuck u

Text from James Potter to Peter Pettigrew: do i look like leo dicaprio

Peter Pettigrew: no u look like u have a thing for evans

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me to say that

Peter Pettigrew: whos evans

James Potter: do u not even read my fuckin column pete

Peter Pettigrew: it costs four pounds a week to subscribe to ur shitty paper i don’t have that kind of money

Godric’s Post                                                                                     3rd May 2009


The Godric’s own Sirius Black, gossip columnist extraordinaire, was sent to the Red Carpet premiere of A Streetcar Named the Knightbus and reported back to us on all the hot gossip and glamour of the night.

In what may have been my favorite red-carpet to date, not in the least because Rita Skeeter was thrown out for badgering guests only ten minutes in, but because the greatest thing in the world happened. It was so great in fact, that I managed to look past the colossal injustice of me not being invited to walk the carpet myself, which was clearly a mistake (the editor Remus J Lupin would like to clarify it was not) and have a roaring good night.

May I just clarify that by roaring good night I mean I got absolutely plastered (The editor wishes to state that The Godric does not promote drinking) so the night comes back to me in bits, and from what I can remember everyone looked great. I can’t remember what the film was about, or even if they let me in (editor: they did not.) but even if it wasn’t I’m sure the film was good too. (editor: it was average)

But as I mentioned above, the best thing in the world happened, and that was that The Godric’s very own film critic James Potter got to walk the red carpet. He will tell you this is because his insightful and poignant columns are finally getting the attention they deserve. Any sane person would then loudly talk over him and say the real reason is because he’s become rapidly more popular with the introduction of a Miss Lily Evans, also a film critic, into his weekly reviews. Or, as James calls her, A Certain Reviewer. (editor: for legal reasons the editor must assert that A Certain Reviewer could be any individual and to please not sue the paper for defamation.)

Turns out Miss Evans had a popularity boost as well, because she was also on the red carpet, looking ravishing in a backless teal ballgown, and honestly, readers, it was a sight to see Evans in that dress. Potter obviously thought so to, as he spent the entire night staring. And not subtle staring. Obvious, in-awe, I-can’t-believe-a-person-can-look this-good, staring.

Now, once I’d gotten over the fact that not once in our ten-year friendship had James ever given me that look, I was absolutely thrilled. I had a thirty pound bet going that they’d be together by May and I’d just won, if that look was any indication. (the editor: it was twenty pounds.)

Furthermore, Evans and Potter spent the entire night talking, not even noticing how the cameras had utterly latched on to them despite having no idea who they were, purely based on the looks they were giving each other. It was a sight to behold, seeing two utterly oblivious people in formalwear hold a conversation probably about the merits of dressing gowns (they talk about weird stuff like that) while what felt like the entire world took photos.

Now I’m aware I’m meant to be discussing the gossip and glamour from the whole night and not just two D-list celebrities who happen to both be my friends. But consider this: I do not care. These photos are modern art. Both so clearly have a crush on each other it’s embarrassing. Even Moony would have to agree (the editor: I do.). Anyway, in summary of the night: I bet everyone reading this that they’ll be screwing in a month. Mark my words.

[image: a man in a suit and a woman in a dress, against a while backdrop with A Street Car Named the Knightbus film logo printed across it. Her head is turned towards him, laughing, holding a delicate purse. He is looking at her, mouth parted, like she is the first girl he has ever seen. Something to be looked at just to make sure she didn’t disappear, blown by the wind, like in a dream. A dream girl- except not. A real girl, in a real dress, in a real place. He can’t quite believe it. A hundred camera flashes go in the background.]

Text from Sirius Black to James Potter: so whens the wedding

James Potter: i fuckin hate u

Sirius Black renamed the group james’ got the hots for evans

James Potter: this is cyber bullying

James Potter: im calling netsafe

Remus Lupin renamed the group netsafe cant help the fact that ur in love with evans

James Potter renamed the group stop now

Sirius Black renamed the group not a chance mate

Sirius Black created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on

This page received 17,798 likes.

Text from Lily Evans to Sirius Black: im going to fucking maim u. take it down.

Sirius Black: sent a link

Lily Evans: if that’s a link to the fucking page i will cut your balls off

Sirius Black: its not

Sirius Black: on an unrelated note do not click on that link it is a virus I just remembered

Remus Lupin created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on part two because lily made us delete the last one

This page received: 21,104 likes.

(don’t forget to check out ellie’s part here)

Wherein AVA GARDNER: A LIFE IN MOVIES co-author Anthony Uzarowski discusses the legendary actress

Ava Gardner. I heard that name many times as a child. My mother used to tell me that Ava was my grandfather’s favourite movie star, and as I never got the chance to meet my grandfather, seeing her on screen somehow made me feel closer to him. The first film I ever saw Ava in was THE BAREFOOT CONTESSA (’54). This was a grand introduction; if the film lacks certain vitality, the image of its leading lady is certainly unforgettable. Whether dancing the flamenco in a Gypsy camp, floating seamlessly through a casino wearing a breath-taking Fontana gown, or sunbathing on a millionaire’s yacht; Maria Vargas is, in the words of François Truffaut, ‘one of the most beautiful portraits of woman ever filmed, in the person of Ava Gardner, Hollywood’s most exquisitely beautiful actress’.  

But the movie that really solidified my love of Ava was the 1964 adaptation of Tennessee Williams’s THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA. It was one of those films that was often shown late at night on TCM, and as a teenager who had a pretty hard time at school, I found solace in those late night viewings. In fact this is the best way to watch THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA- at night. There is a certain breed of films which are best enjoyed long after everyone else has gone to bed, when you feel it’s just you and the film, the rest of the world is asleep. 

THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA is special for many reasons. It blends the lyrical poetry of Williams with the tough, no-nonsense direction of John Huston. As a result, the film avoids sentimentality or pretentiousness, despite dealing with some pretty big questions. The promotional slogan for the film declared that ‘since man has known woman, there has never been such a night- the night of the iguana’. In this case, the man is Richard Burton, as the defrocked minister T. Lawrence Shannon, who encounters a string of very different women, all of whom alter his life during one hot night on the Mexican coast. The cast is superb; as the film’s pace relies heavily on dialogue rather than on more conventional action, Huston really went all out in assembling a troupe of actors that is nothing short of perfect. 

Ava Gardner, known the world-over for her glamour and staggering beauty, but never given much credit as an actress, finally triumphs. Not only is she able to hold her own alongside Burton, Deborah Kerr and Grayson Hall, but, as Life magazine put it at the time of the film’s release, ‘she all but runs away with the picture’. Her Maxine Faulk, the earthy hotelier, is a woman of multidimensional character, each façade delicately crafted and expertly handled by Gardner, who manages to be at once tough and vulnerable, pragmatic and romantic, fierce and heartbreakingly forbearing. 

I could say, if you only watch one of Ava’s movies highlighted by TCM, watch THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA, but in fact I do believe that you should watch all of them. Of course, you may say, the fact that I have just co-written a book about her makes me biased. Perhaps so. But Gardner really is magical on screen, at her best you don’t see much else, nor do you want to. In her best films, and TCM has chosen a pretty solid selection, she is a great actress, as well as a knockout. I think it’s high time that we break this news, in 2017- it is entirely possible to be beautiful and have talent! Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you Ava Gardner.

Tune in tonight for a whole night of movies staring Ava Gardner starting at 8pm ET and buy AVA GARDNER: A LIFE IN MOVIES here:

Newly Weds

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: Crowley x wife!Reader
Word count: 1,075


“Um, I never agreed to stay married.” You pointed out.

When he looked at you, he looked a bit smug. “But you haven’t once said you wanted out of this little marriage. So, how’s about I take my Queen for a day of shopping? After all, you’ll need to look the part.” He smirked.

After a day of shopping, the pair of you were back in the hotel room. Amazingly, you’d had a wonderful day. It didn’t feel like you were out with the King of Hell. It honestly felt natural to laugh with him. Setting your bags down, you stretched your back. “Did I give a reason why I wanted to get married?” You asked shyly, having had the question on your tongue all day.

He chuckled lightly. “I believe you said something about an accent, something about there being more than meets the eye, curiosity, and you said it was a bonus that your brothers would be furious.” Crowley shrugged, clearly amused. “Honestly, once you got giggly and amused with the way I said certain words? I stopped listening because I could barely understand you.”

You blushed at that, having always been a happy drunk. “Well, then…” You swallowed, nodding slightly. “Did we, uh, ya know… consummate the marriage?” Not exactly a question you ever expected to have to ask.

Crowley couldn’t help but grin at how shy you were becoming over this. “Love, you were drunk.” He pointed out. “I may be the King of Hell, but even I understand limits. I simply snapped you into your attire from this morning when you crawled into bed and fell asleep.”

Hearing that he’d been that much of a gentleman, you smiled at him. “Well, thank you for that.” You told him sincerely. “I appreciate it.” Not many human men would be that considerate.

“Of course.” He replied, moving towards the large windows that overlooked the strip. “Shall we inform your brothers of our union? Or will I be getting paperwork to have this annulled?” Crowley asked, his hands in his pockets.

You chewed on the inside of your lip and moved to stand with him. “I’ve enjoyed myself, Crowley.” You said softly, causing him to look over at you. “Not even the shopping. Getting to spend time with the real you.” Looking at him, you gave him a small smile. “I-I’d like to give this a chance.” Your stomach was going nuts, and you were nervous as all hell, but it was what felt right. “If that’s okay with you…” Suddenly, you felt like you’d said the wrong thing.

He turned to face you. “Looks like the Winchesters have a new brother-in-law.” He chuckled. “How about we spend one more day in Sin city before we deal with those two?” There was no way that conversation would be peaceful, or easy. Besides, you deserved to enjoy yourself as opposed to helping those two idiots.

“I’d like that.” You agreed.

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[TRANS] 170528 Lee Youjin V Live Broadcast (PD101S2)

Lee Youjin, one of the eliminated trainees from Produce 101, held a live broadcast on Namoo Actors V App channel last night! He answered fan questions and talked about his time in Produce 101 so here are some highlights about what he said about the other trainees.

Fan Questions:

  • The trainees he was closest to were his roommates at the start of the program! He roomed with Yoon Jisung, Kim Sihyun, Lee Hoorim, Kim Hyunwoo from YG K+. He couldn’t give Jisung a call bc he was probably busy (the only one left on the show).
  • He talked about how he was the leader twice during (for Be Mine team 2 and Rhythm Ta). He thought being leader would be easy bc he only needed to guide and lead the other members but it was a lot more difficult than he thought.
  • For Be Mine, he couldn’t really help the other members with learning the dance so he felt sorry towards them. Maybe if he had chosen an easier song they wouldn’t have had such a hard time. “Truthfully i couldn’t be of any help to the others, but through our struggles we got closer and did well.“
  • He really likes Park Jaebum’s (Jay Park) style so that’s the reason why he chose some of the concepts that he did on PD101! He wanted to be sexy like him (t/n: I think he’s talking about his performance evaluation)
  • The staff played Pick Me in the background but since he was caught off guard, he was able to dance only part of it. He said the trainees practiced it so much he could do the dance in his sleep.
  • He promised to try and call Taewoo later! He’s in a group chat with Taewoo and Taemin so they talk a lot. They’re really fun and interesting.
  • A fan commented “add me to the chat too~” so he said “send us your ID (t/n: kakaotalk ID)” lol
  • A fan asked “Who is the most handsome in PD101″ and he said “Everyone is handsome!”
  • He showed off the headphones he got for completing the first stage of maboy.

Youjin’s Pick Corner! 

  • The staff set up a bracket board to see who Youjin’s pick was among his fellow contestants on PD101. When he saw the board he said, “Wow, this is like picking for the World Cup.”
  • First Round:
    • Lee Woojin vs. Kim Yongguk vs. Jung Sewoon (he said Woojin is cute but Sewoon really helped him with the hardships of being a leader. Even though they weren’t close, they talked and texted so he was really touched. That’s why he picked Sewoon)
    • Lee Insoo vs. Hong Eunki vs. Kang Daniel (he chose Daniel bc he was the leader for 열어줘 and taught them a lot. Youjin said everyone in the group was already good so he had to match them well)
    • Kim Donghyun vs. Im Youngmin vs. Joo Jinwoo (he depended on Youngmin a lot during Be Mine and is very thankful towards him)
    • Kang Dongho vs. Takada Kenta vs. Kim Taewoo (he picked Taewoo bc he’s funny, sings well, and is bright. He got really close to him during the show)
    • Lee Kiwon vs. Yoon Heeseok vs. Kim Seonglee (he picked Seonglee and said he had enough skills to compete in any program. During practice he would lift the mood and make the trainees happy but it wasn’t broadcasted)
    • Lee Gwanghyun vs. Park Sungwoo (he picked Sungwoo and pet the sticker with his face on it lolol. Although Sungwoo endured a lot, he was always by Youjin’s side. They were together for Be Mine and also for 열어줘 before being eliminated. Even though Youjin was having a hard time too, he felt sorry for not being able to help him)
  • Second Round:
    • Jung Sewoon vs. Kang Daniel
    • Im Youngmin vs. Kim Taewoo (he chose Taewoo bc they both fell down the ranks together(?) lol)
    • Kim Seonglee vs. Park Sungwoo (he chose Sungwoo bc he went through a lot of hardships)
  • Third Round:
    • Kang Daniel vs. Kim Taewoo
    • Park Sungwoo (automatic win)
  • FInal Round:
    • Kim Taewoo vs. Park Sungwoo (when he chose Taewoo, he put his sticker on the #1 spot and pat it several times; “It’s a pity that it’s not broadcasted but he’s really funny. We practiced a lot together.”)
  • Note: I’ll be subbing this segment and posting it on YouTube soon! I’ll link it here when it’s done and uploaded.

Update: here is the subbed segment!

More unrelated PD101 things are under the cut!
Translation by @softsnuper (may not be 100% accurate)

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Soul Part 2

philip hamilton x reader (modern au) 

requested part two (part one) of ‘Soul’ in which some dirty stuff occurs right after the events of part one whoops 

(ps. i’m sorry you all had to wait awhile for this!)

words: 1900

warnings: smutty fluff stuff, with a few swear words. I feel so dirty help lol

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House of Cards || kth v. jjk [2]

Originally posted by taehyungifs

House of Cards

  The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Categories: Fluff, Angst

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

• ° °•○•° °•○•° °•○•° °•○• ° °•○•° °•

Vision deterred,

For a dream deferred,

Falling deeper and deeper into your deception,

He does not mind the distorted perception. 

Thursday nights were usually dotted with homework due the next day and you cozied up in the library surrounded by your endless amount of homework. This had been a common occurrence since your freshman year in high school and as years progressed, even as a freshman of college in your first week, this made no difference - and Jungkook knew this. He had often managed to frequent his visits early on when you started it; mainly to bug you for the answers for chemistry class but also just to be around you since the two of you were nearly etched onto one another.  

After moving you in with your roommate, Hyejin, Jungkook found himself bothered by how you hadn’t cared to text him. Sure, he knew you could have been preoccupied with school work, but Jungkook knew better.  

Jungkook curses to himself as he takes long strides to be standing in front of your dorm, clad in gray sweats and his infamous white tee. Often times, Jungkook found himself acting more like an overprotective boyfriend, but he tried his best to put that thought out of his mind. His pouted lips display his disapproval when he meets the beguiling eyes of Hyejin and not your usual blithe ones.

“Jungkook, how nice to see you.” Hyejin simpers at Jungkook lashes batting as to further coax him into her presence.

“Hey, can you call Y/n out for me?” Jungkook asks softly, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of you but finds none. Worry adores Jungkook’s contours as he turns back to Hyejin.

“She said she went to the library a couple of hours ago,” Hyejin mumbles before tightening her grip on the door. “You’ll probably find her there.”  

 And with that, Jungkook is left standing alone in the corridor of your dorm house before making his way to the university library.  

 Theaters and parks were more of Taehyung’s ideal places, but libraries would sit well with him as long as he could be with you. The fresh smell of books were welcoming to him as he stared over the top of ‘Time Magazine’; watchful eyes gingerly looking over you as you highlighted key portions of the text. Oh, how Taehyung wished that he could approach you - surely you wouldn’t mind? You never seemed to mind the raven haired boy who often could be seen at your side.  

 For the last few years, Taehyung felt his only sense of purpose in observing you. You were, after all, his only source of light in his dark life that consisted of hiding behind corners and stealthily hiding before Jungkook could see him.  

 The very image of the hot-blooded younger man sends Taehyung clutching the magazine tighter; his jaw subconsciously twitching. Observing you for years had led him to observe Jungkook as well. It dawned Taehyung to think that Jungkook could withstand your presence for so long and not be awestruck - and if he was, he did a damn good job of hiding it.

Oh, but then there also had been the times when he hadn’t done such a great job at hiding it and Taehyung had witnessed it unravel each time.

Bringing him out of his thoughts, Taehyung holds his breath when he catches the sight of Jungkook patting your head affectionately and slowly gathering your things. Taehyung clicks his tongue in annoyance at how fast the younger boy acts. How was he able to find himself so comfortable under your gaze? When Taehyung stood in front of you for a mere minute in your dorm just the other day, it sent trembles down his spine and he couldn’t even bare to look Hyejin in the eye.  

“I’m not done, Jungkook.” You whine to your best friend who is presently taking the purple highlighter from your fingers. The drowsiness is evident in your voice.  

Jungkook chuckles softly as he ignores your futile pleas. “It’s Friday night, babe.” He zips your backpack to a close. “You’d live in the library if you could. How about we go catch a movie or to a party?”  

“First off, Jungkook, it’s Thursday night, not Friday. Secondly, movie, yes. Party? No.” You assert in between yawns.

Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief to himself at your sensible actions. You breathed sensibility and that was one trait that Taehyung adored about you. The only potential downside of this trait would be you rejecting him because of it - and that crippled Taehyung to his core at the thought of it. Perhaps that was why he resorted to himself watching you all of the years.  

“We can watch the movie at my dorm. Plus, my dorm mates are out.” Jungkook wiggled his brows at you.  

This was your relationship with Jungkook; him almost always fringing on the balance that was your platonic relationship. Sure, you are attracted to him, but you also had been attracted to many of Jungkook’s friends. Plus, you knew Jungkook to be all bark and no bite. Most of the time.  

You pushed Jungkook slightly back, a laugh contorting in your throat. “We are not that kind of friends, Jeon Jungkook.”

“You should respect me. I’m older than you.” Jungkook fakes a wince as he rubs his chest.  

“Certainly doesn’t feel like it,”  You cheese this time before yawning once more; displaying your blatant tiredness. Jungkook takes notice to the frequent sighs that escaped you and takes your right hand in his left; his own right gripping around your backpack that he briskly placed everything together in. “You’re too good to me, Jungkook.” You state the obvious with a small on your face.  

Whilst waving goodbye to the librarian, Jungkook chuckles. “I know I am,” He swings his arm with yours, fingers interlocking tightly within one another in content.

Only minutes into your walk and just under a mile away from your dorm, the gentle contact from the rain overhead rises as the two of you do your best to duck under storefronts and restaurant awnings to stay dry.  The mist from the dew drops causes the two of you to giggle like school children while trying to stay as dry as possible without having to sacrifice any of your belongings in the process. The lighthearted fun leads Jungkook to ask,  "Remember the first time we walked home together?“

Chewing on your bottom lip, you shake your head 'no’ in disappointment because it was the truth; you hadn’t. Quite frankly, you hadn’t remembered much prior to when you first met Jungkook in first grade. For as long as you could remember, Jungkook had been by your side – even before the two of you talked (you could not confirm this with facts but was fairly certain of this), Jungkook still was a big part of your life.  

"Gosh, Y/N. You don’t remember the first time we held hands?” His words left you blushing for once, despite all of the cheesy compliments and vivacious actions, his memory had to be what drawn you the most and how sentimental he could be under all of the playboy vibes that he often exhibited. “You were wearing this white shirt with cute blue shorts with ruffles on them – oh, and your shirt had polka dots.” His animated explanation temporarily makes you forget about the current weather. “I don’t remember why, it was probably about something little like that Rowoon kid stealing your crayons or something, but you were crying a lot. I gave you my favorite pencil – it was my favorite because it was red and you know how much I loved that color as a kid – oh and-”

Crying? The proposition has you furrowing your brows in confusion.  "Crying?“

"Don’t focus on the small details, I’m trying to be romantic here.” Jungkook shushes you with a joking smile and you laugh back at him. You nod at him as though to tell him to go on. “And I asked if you lived on Ron Street and you said 'no’ and I thought that was the weirdest thing ever because, at the time, no one ever went on Ron Street because of Mr. Kim. I wiped your tears with my thumb and you-”

“I asked if we could walk home together since we lived on the same street.” You add, the memories now formulating in your mind. “It started raining, like tonight, and we ran all the way home.” In the midst of you telling the story, Jungkook had stopped at the red light; left hand gripping your right one with a soft smile.  

“Do you want to do that again?” Jungkook beams at you. The small glints of tawny in his chocolate orbs are more vivid than ever and you feel your heart swell just a bit. “I promise I’ll give you a head start because you’re a girl.”

Jungkook, so engrossed in trying to prove his superiority, is sworn speechless when he watches you take off in front of him with a sneer. His brows knit together before he suddenly crosses the empty street, watching as your oversized hoodie (it was honestly Jungkook’s from two years ago but you never bothered to return it) flapped in the wind. “Y/N-AH!” Was what he screamed the entire way back to the dorms.  

Dark eyes sauntered over your frame as Taehyung watched you speed in front of the cocky teenage boy. Taehyung also adored your adventurous spirit, too. He loved how your eyes lit up when you talked about what you were passionate about; how your voice raises ever so slightly when you were planning to do something lively. Traits that he came to admire led him feeling the most anguish because it was drawn him to you more and more, and one day, he was certain that he would not be able to restrain himself anymore.  

Caring eyes peered to Taehyung’s own vacant ones; the slightest sliver of a smile on Taehyung’s face once he met your own. Tears stain your cheeks and he runs his fingers through his hair to mask the anxiety that ripples through him like a wildfire. “Masterpieces aren’t meant to be destroyed; they’re to be treated with care; with love; with everything that a father would give to his son.” The reference makes Taehyung wince, but you ignore it anyway. “Let me protect you, Taehyung.”  

“You’re only happy when you’re drunk.” Your lips pressed against Taehyung’s ear with a timbre of disappointment. The idea twinges Taehyung’s heart in response. “You’re overflowing Taehyung – you can’t continue on like this forever…. I hope you last, Taehyung.” You caress Taehyung’s cheek with a strained smile. The pain in your eyes immobilizes Taehyung in an instant and he bites hard on his bottom lip to stay silent. “I don’t want to lose you, Tae.” You smile softly at him, head lying on his shoulder while toying with his fingers. “I feel so lost without you… Why did you leave me?”  

Taehyung gulps hard and he, as he always is in your presence, is left breathless. What could he tell you? How could he make you understand something that he barely understood himself? Taehyung’s grip on your hand softens, but he doesn’t let go. He could never let go, even if he wanted to.  

“I know you aren’t happy, living like this.” You lean away from him and the loss of contact leaves Taehyung whimpering subconsciously. Could you not see how much he needed you – but that was the thing. You did know. You always knew. “I want to help you – I love you, Taehyung. Can’t you see that? But how can I get to you when I’m drowning myself? Does that make sense?”  

Once again, Taehyung is left rendered speechless at your profound you are; how breezily you speak your mind to him. How easily you know exactly what he wants to say and when he would say and make your response on that. “But Y/N-”

You straddled Taehyung’s lap, your hands encompassing his cheeks. “I’m holding my hand out to you but you’re not taking it back – do you like rejecting me? Do you like knowing that I will always be here?” You laugh, clearly in hysterics. “It hurts, Tae, so damn much. I have changed because of you – I have changed because of him. That boy – him, he, can be all of the stars in the universe but that wouldn’t matter because I don’t want a star. I don’t want something that will shine. I want the moon, and that’s what you are. We will align, Taehyung, but only if you want us to.” You move from his lap, collecting your jacket and this time it’s Taehyung’s; it’ll always be Taehyung’s.

“The moon? If I’m the moon, then what are you?”  

You swallowed. “You are the moon; and you liked me because I watched you, observed you, learned to love you and accept you for the precious being that you are.” Tears stream down your face and Taehyung can feel the ice noose around his heart. “But I? I am what you make of me Tae… and you what you want is the sun.”

Empty, desolate, nugatory  - all words that swallow Taehyung whole as he jolts up in his own bed. Sweat coats him; on his cheeks, his face, his chest – it envelopes him and he finds himself hyperventilating. Did you mean what you said? Was it honestly okay for him to come to you? To be there for you just as he had always wanted to?  




And just like Taehyung’s sweater, it would always be yes.  

BIGBANG React To ; First Date
  1. Writer; ~ MonsterYuYu/Yuyu ~

A/N; “I really like Big Bang, they were one of my first groups along with Got7, but they don’t receive as much love;-;. ”

T.O.P ;

Seunghyun would be a bit worried to even go to the place where the date would be, his biggest fear was not even the people recognizing him, what he was afraid of was that you wouldn’t like him. Taking a deep breath, he would go to the quiet place where almost no people went for your date. In the way, he would be thinking about all the conversations and talks you had trough the phone to the silly pictures and late-night-deep-talks you two had. Those simple things made him more confident because he showed you how he really was on the phone and hoped you would like how he was in person.

When he got there, he could see you, also hiding with clothes but he could say it was you. In general, the first date would be filled with silly pranks and some sneaky skinship from time to time, Seunghyun would always be watching it there was any paparazzi or any other people that could notice you two, he liked his privacy and he also liked you, if you were exposed to the media so soon you wouldn’t want to stay with him because of the hate, and that was something he really didn’t want to happen. It was a miracle he left his house, but he did it anyway because he remembered that you enjoyed dates outside, and he was willing to risk a bit of his privacy and comfort for you. It would be a long date because he would be always playing and messing with you in a good way, at the end of it, he would take you home and plan another date in the future, giving you a kiss on the forehead with a big smile and a goodbye. Yea, he could get used to leaving his house once in a while.

“I could get used to leaving my house once in a while with you, you know?”


YoungBae wouldn’t want to risk so much in the first date, and that’s what he said to you when you both agreed to meet, he thought it was safer to go with another couple of friends, along with Big Bang, but that wouldn’t mean that he would push you aside because his friends were there, I think his friends would feel left aside because his full attention was on you, “Having the table on the back of the restaurant in the VIP area would come in handy”. That’s what he was thinking in the way to your house while his friends kept teasing him because he was finally getting a girl. The ride to the restaurant wouldn’t be awkward, his friends would actually try to talk to you and get to know you more because they knew they wouldn’t have a chance of speaking to you that much in the restaurant.

They were right, Taeyang didn’t waste time to sit in front of you, not minding where his other friends sat. His plan would work out perfectly, being on the back of the restaurant was really good, he could feed you and clean your mouth gently for you once in a while, not doing it all the time because they could still be seen a bit from the outside, the date would be more of getting to know each other more, since he only knew that you were Daesung’s friend, a very attractive friend. He wouldn’t show and wouldn’t say it, but he got a bit jealous every time you and Daesung were together, that’s why he didn’t invite his band members but his non-famous friends to the dinner. He would open up to you, wanting to make a good impression but also joking and teasing you a bit. His friends would be trying to embarrass him in front of you a bit but they wouldn’t be successful because everytime they tried YoungBae would turn they down quickly by changing the topic or giving they a glare. Your day would go like this, in the afternoon, you would go back home in the same car filled with his friends, he would give you a quick goodbye and a wave, noting people looking strangely at the black car. But would say that it was a nice date and that he wanted to repeat it trough the phone. It was a day filled with romance.

“Don’t mind they, they are just a bunch of idiots.”


Jiyong would be totally in black, disguised totally. He was a top star, one of the most famous idols in Korea. That’s why he wanted to meet you in the middle of the night when most people were asleep and the risk of getting caught was lower than the day. He already had planned everything he wanted to show you and to explore with you, it was hard to find a night where YG didn’t give they job and let they rest, but Jiyong was willing to sacrifice that rest just to meet up with you, it’s been a while since you two saw each other, the last time was at a fashion show where he really didn’t expect to fall in love with the person sitting right next to him trough the show, he remembered perfectly, how he calmly chatted with you and asked your number after the show had ended. After that, you two weren’t sure what kind of relationship you had, it was a mutual crush. You both knew that, and now it was time to take another step.

A smile would be already on his lips when he saw a person also dressed up in black to not call attention sitting on the bench where you two planned. You both dressed in black almost vanished with the dark night, the only thing that showed you two a bit was the street lights, but you two passed away from they while walking. He would carry anything you were holding, may it be your bad to you cell phone, he didn’t even think much about it, it was natural for him to do these types of things. Jiyong would do a lot of skinship, making you worry more than him, he would assure you that it was alright and there was no one around. The date would actually be a date, playing around with the toy machines and letting out an excited squeal when he won it would be the highlight of the date for him because you smiled a lot. In the end, you two would sit in a place away from the lights and just talk, mostly about how the city was pretty at night and how he couldn’t go out to see it like a normal person, you would see his fragile side, but only because he trusted you. But at least, he felt normal having you by his side there.

“You know.. thanks for accepting coming here with me. I actually enjoyed myself.”


Daesung would be nervous, too nervous for his own good. Seungri had set him up with his crush, and he couldn’t be happier and nervous, almost stepping out when Seungri practically dragged him into the place, many thoughts running trough his mind at once made him froze. He really wanted to make a good impression and he doubted he could do it with how he was laughing awkwardly when he saw you from far away inside an turned off car with its front turned away from the people, the dark hallway looked darker in the middle of the night. He tried to jump out once again, begging Seungri to let him go just this time and that he would make up to him and to you later on when he had the confidence to even look at your face, he knew you and you knew him. But the thought that you were there because he was going to confess to you gave his shoulder some weight on it.

When he entered the car he would smile like he was not that nervous, but that facade would soon fade away and he began to look at you and laugh embarrassed, even though you both were inside a car, that was a nice date for him. Just to talk about things, your likes, were enough for a first date. That’s what he thought and that the dates would get more fun as time moved on. If you showed an interest in him, touching him and laughing at his jokes he would surely blush. Remembering to thank Seungri for not letting him escape when he begged him so many times. You two were so immersed in your own date that you two had practically a karaoke inside the car, him turning on his songs or other famous songs that you liked just for both of you to scream and sing. People at night would look suspiciously at the car but wouldn’t mind it a lot, thinking that it was just a couple. The date would take long. You would have to go home alone, sadly. He was too afraid to expose you in any way walking you home. But he promised you, you were going to meet up again.

“Wow, I had more fun than in karaokes! Let’s meet up again in a karaoke next time. I will beat you!”


Seunghyun was a friendly guy, it was no surprise when he got himself a date. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was trying to set this date for a long time now and having you accepting it made his pride and confidence rise. He would show up looking good because he didn’t want to risk it, he chose to have a date inside the YG building, having you enter it trough the trainee’s door because even if someone saw you they would just pass it as another YG trainee group in training. He thought a lot about this day, he picked a day where not many idols would be there because they received a day off. Being there only the ones who really wanted, people like producers and YG. When the day came, he would clean up BigBang recording and dressing room himself, he wanted to make sure everything was nice because it was your first time there and honestly, their recording room was a bit messy. Seungri would welcome you himself in the door.

The date would be filled with giggles, teasing and goosypying about other members and other idols. Even of friends that you two shared in common. He would show you the way they worked, their music in progress, everything that he could show you. Seungri wouldn’t be able to contain his smiles and his laughter everything you spoke or told a joke, wouldn’t introduce you to other idols because he wanted all your attention on him, at least in the first date. Even if it was the first date, you two would be good friends, and he would be all over you. Almost as if he craving for you touch and affection because he didn’t want to tell you that he liked you so he just touched you, giving you a lot of hints that you clearly couldn’t miss on. Etheir way, this date would be fun, walking around YG and eating at their cafeteria. That was your first date, from many to come.

“Don’t try to run away from me huh? We still have to go to the arcade!”