this is terrible but what the hell

How Would He Act Around His Crush?: DEAN

  • I do remember writing that Hyuk would be an amazing boyfriend but this is a step before that so be warned;
  • He’d still be sweet as hell;
  • Smiley as hell as well;
  • But he’d be so terribly shy;
  • I believe he’d be in constant denial of his crush towards you, too;
  • Like he’d always be there to help you and support you;
  • But when ask whether he has crush on you… ;
  • “No. I don’t even know where that come from when I’m so obviously her friend simply?” ;
  •      what is a grammar proper right, anyway? ;
  • But in reality he’d be painfully aware of his crush towards you;
  • And it was so painful;
  • Even you suspected it- cause we’re against cliches here;
  • But since he didn’t come forth with his `confession` you didn’t approach the matter either;
  • There would be a lot of blushy-blushy with Hyuk;
  • Because oh whoops you accidentally caught him staring how’d that happen? ;
  • Or whoops he nearly grabbed your hand and you `don’t even know he crushes on you` wowow;
  • You get me? ;
  • However as a crush Dean would also notice the smallest details about you;
  • What kinda food you liked;
  • Or the way you stared at food when hungry;
  • And then he’d offer you some of his;
  • An angel like ‘bkLMBKN ;
  • His jealousy would be the quiet type, I reckon;
  • He’d ask people around him what your relationship was with that man;
  • Like… ;
  • “JiHo, is he her boyfriend?” ;
  • “I dunno, man, go and ask.” ;
  • “… Pft fam what me ask why I’m hEr FrIeNd oNlY?????” ;
  • But in the end he wouldn’t actually `confess`;
  • It’d be him and you locked into a room or something;
  • Because Dean’s constant `is he her boyfriend?` gets on people’s nerves;
  • And it was long time for him to tell you officially how he felt;
  • And for you to accept the angel’s love.

Allura: I don’t get it, you guys call him your father as a joke all the time?
Keith: That’s what I said!

when I get a hand in it, every pairing is the shitpost couple. Alien confusion over those dumb earth-things is 👌 (THIS IS VERY MUCH ALMOST COPIED FROM A HOMESTUCK COMIC I SAW YEARS AGO but I can not track down the original tumblr post? If someone got a link so I can credit that would be great)

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lets grow some lesbians

thank you griffin mcelroy for all the lgbtq+ representation in taz !!!

taako and kravitz: transmutatin some borrowed ravens into gay romance doves
roswell: good agender birb speaking with the earth to grow some flowers
carey and killian: watering some fellow lesbians
lup: my trans gal be providin sunlight and fireworks!!
sloane and hurley: becoming badass gay dryads and save a child

heres the last images in a better quality cuz tumblr sucks

Quotes while reading fanfic

*high pitched screaming*

*reads an embarrassing line and takes a deep breath* *shuts phone off* *takes five million laps around my house* *ignores fanfic but thinks about it for every second for three days straight**comes back to fanfic* “OhH mYy FuCKiNG gOD!!!”

“Why the fuck you lyin’ why you always lyin’, mmmm my god, stop fucking lyin’ ”

“bIITTTCHHHHH”

“This is straight up lies, this doesn’t ever happen”

“Oh my god this fic is terrible….I have to finish it as fast as I possibly can”

“wHat the FUCK THAT MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH TAG WAS NOT FUCKING THERE”

“….what the hell do you mean my ship doesn’t end up together? WHat THE heLl dO YOU MEaN?!”

“They’re like little tiny baby pancakes aweee”

“JUST DO IT ALREADY”

“Where’s the smut?”

“Oh my god there’s too much smut”

“I know this bitch just didn’t….”

“Oh shit am I about to cry? What the FUCK tears?”

“I probably shouldn’t be reading this in church”

Take a good look at this face. This is the face of a woman plotting. This is the face of a woman who knows shit is about to go down, and she’s in a terrible position for it. Luke is about to unleash hell, but Jabba has Leia on a leash - all Jabba would have had to do is say “Stop attacking or I snap her throat right now” and the day would have been lost.


This is the face of a woman who is not about to let herself be used like a pawn. Not about to be the damsel in distress. This is a woman plotting HER move in this game, irrelevant to what the boys do. A woman who takes her life into her own strong, capable hands and honestly is the only reason any of this worked at all.


This is Leia the Huttslayer.

I get it. I completely get that Thiam shippers are kinda disappointed that it wasn’t Liam, hell even I was. But we cannot just ignore that this scene wasn’t absolutely stunning. The music, the cinematography, and Cody and Andrew’s beautiful acting.
It all made perfect since in the end, because Theo did care, he cared about a kid who he saw in himself in a way. A kid who was being manipulated and in a way forced to do some pretty terrible stuff.
A kid who in the end, was still a kid and no matter what did not deserve to hurt. “hurt.”
Theo took his pain as he died, and Gabe saw in the end that the supernatural are human. He saw that Theo was human.
And everyone else including Liam saw it to.

Be More Chill - pt. 3

so
hi
ive seen this “what if there was a be more chill reprise where michael sings for jeremy?” thing
and decided to just write the entire song
cause why the hell not
now, i know some parts might be a bit off with the melody, but i tried my best so bear with me!

here
we
go!!

also, im on mobile, so formatting sucks.

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Be More Chill pt. 2

[Jeremy, spoken]
Michael, what are you doing?

[Michael, spoken]
Helping my friend.

[Jeremy, spoken]
Wha-

[Michael]
Ooh, everything about you is so wonderful!

[Jeremy]
Everything about me is so terrible…

[Michael]
No! Everything about you is so full of life!

[Jeremy]
Everything about me makes me wanna die…

[Michael]
No! Jeremy, can’t you see? Buddy, just listen to me.. Listen to me!

[Ensemble]
Everything about you is just so freaking wonderful!

[Michael]
I love everything about you!

[Ensemble]
Everything about you is just so alive!

[Michael]
I could never live without you.. You’re not so left out or unsure, you’re not that lonely anymore!

[Ensemble]
Everything about you is so cool
And wonderful
Awesome
Incredible!

[Jeremy, spoken]
Michael…

[Michael, spoken]
Repeat after me. Please.

[Jeremy nods. Michael starts singing.]
Everything about you is so wonderful!

[Jeremy, quietly]
Everything about me is so.. wonderful?

[Michael]
Exactly! Everything about you is so full of life!

[Jeremy]
Everything about me is so.. full of life!

[The music fades as Michael and Jeremy hug.]


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so yah
reblogs appreciated!!

Angst/Fluff Prompt List Part 2

The first one was a big hit, so I hope you’re ready for a second one! These can work with ANY fandom! Reblog if you wish! (Please give credit, to where credit is due <3)!


  1. “I need you.”
  2. “You’re family.”
  3. “I care about you.”
  4. “Can I join you.”
  5. “You made your choice.”
  6. “This isn’t fair!”
  7. “How could you do this?”
  8. “Do you hate me?”
  9. “I could never leave you behind.”
  10. “Come with me.”
  11. “That’s sweet.”
  12. “You look great.”
  13. “Where are you going?”
  14. “That’s new.”
  15. “Let me help you.”
  16. “Drop the attitude.”
  17. “Are you okay?”
  18. “I’ve got you.”
  19. “I’m worried about you.”
  20. “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
  21. “Do you like it?”
  22. “You smell nice.”
  23. “They didn’t deserve you.”
  24. “I trust you, do you trust me?”
  25. “Karma is a bitch.”
  26. “What the hell?”
  27. “Son of a bitch.”
  28. “I hope your day gets better.”
  29. “I’m here if you need to talk.”
  30. “Are you listening to me?”
  31. “Sorry.”
  32. “Why are you doing this?”
  33. “Why are you acting like this?”
  34. “How do I look?”
  35. “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”
  36. “What is this about?”
  37. “You look like hell.”
  38. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
  39. “It’s good to see you.”
  40. “You know, you can stay if you want to.”
  41. “I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
  42. “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
  43. “I almost feel bad for you.”
  44. “What you did was stupid.”
  45. “No.  You listen to me.”
  46. “It doesn’t matter.”
  47. “I know you’re scared.”
  48. “You’re a terrible liar.”
  49. “You’re not helping.”
  50. “It’s not safe here.”
  51. “You should leave.”
  52. “Everything is fine.”
  53. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  54. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
  55. “Just go away.”
  56. “You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
  57. “I’m only here to help.”
  58. “Don’t mind if I do.”
  59. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
  60. “Thanks for nothing.”
  61. “I’m done.”
  62. “You think that this is easy for me?”
  63. “I hate seeing you like this.”
  64. “You make me so mad.”
  65. “I brought you dinner.”
  66. “Say what?”
  67. “You’ll be fine.”
  68. “You’ve got me on your side.”
  69. “I don’t like you…. I love you.”
  70. “I don’t want you… I need you.”
  71. “What are you doing here?”
  72. “It’s okay to cry.”
  73. “I can tell you’re lying.”
  74. “You’re in danger.”
  75. “You deserve better.”
  76. “You’ve changed.”
  77. “I think I’m in trouble.”
  78. “You always find a way to surprise me.”
  79. “You did what you had to do.”
  80. “You have no idea.”
  81. “Why am I not surprised?”
  82. “This is just great.”
  83. “You’re here late.”
  84. “What’s on your mind?”
  85. “I wanted to apologize.”
  86. “It’s just you and me.”
  87. “I’m just looking out for you.”
  88. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”
  89. “Calm down.”
  90. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  91. “Oh come on.”
  92. “No one is perfect.”
  93. “You’ve been quiet.”
  94. “What did you just say?”
  95. “I’ll always be there for you.”
  96. “Fair enough.”
  97. “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
  98. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
  99. “You’re not crazy.”
  100. “I’m not leaving.”
  101. “I hope you’re happy.”
  102. “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
  103. “Don’t worry about it.”
  104. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
  105. “You’re not going anywhere.”
  106. “You believe me, don’t you?”
  107. “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
  108. “Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”
  109. “Fuck you!”
  110. “You don’t even know me.”

University classes are a monster you can’t prepare for until you’re in them. I have been through every up and down with schoolwork possible in the past year, so here are some tips that can hopefully help you avoid those downs:

Choosing and Registering for Your Classes

  • Make sure to thoroughly check both your major requirements and your gen ed requirements. Normally, you’ll have an advisor to help you make sure you’re on track, but Vandy doesn’t assign first-year engineering students one until after registration when school starts, and I didn’t have an advisor for this year’s registration either due to my major change, so I’ve spent hours and hours doing this on my own. There’s often recommended courses and example schedules in the course catalog that tell you what classes you should be taking at this point in time. Pay attention to that and you should be fine. For example, you have to have taken a first-level writing class to qualify for junior standing here. Those are the little things you have to look out for. To keep track of it all, I have a spreadsheet I use for planning my sophomore - senior years that lists all the requirements I need to meet in terms of hours and courses in order to graduate on time. I plug in possible courses and see which requirement they would fulfill and when. You can check it out here to see what I mean, it’s very helpful.
  • Find at least one fun elective to take if at all possible. It gets very tiring when all you have on your schedule are really difficult classes that you don’t enjoy. Try to find at least one class that you’re genuinely interested in to help get you excited for the day. Each of my last semesters, my schedule consisted of a calculus class, a lab science, a comp sci class, and Italian. Italian was the only fun one that I enjoyed going to. It really helps you out. You’re not just in college to get your degree, you’re there to discover what you really want to do, so feel free to explore your catalog and take something completely out of character just because you want to. Bonus if it fills some kind of requirement (Italian filled my Foreign Language Proficiency and one of my International Cultures reqs.).
  • Have multiple versions of your schedule based on which classes you may or may not get into. I don’t know about your school, but at Vanderbilt, class registration is literally like the Hunger Games. You’re assigned an enrollment date based on your year (seniors get to go first, then juniors, etc.) and at 8 am on that day, you refresh the website and either enroll in your classes or get placed on the wait list for it. If you’re a freshman, you’re basically screwed because you go last, and so you could have planned out your perfect schedule only to find they’ve all filled up the day before your enrollment period starts. To avoid having to scramble, have multiple versions of your schedule, with back ups and substitutions for every class. This way, you won’t be surprised when you go to enroll and all but one of your classes are filled, then you have to search for other classes, but at that point, all that’s left are scraps that don’t fit your requirements. Plan plan plan and practice clicking the enroll button on all your classes as fast as you can for when the clock strikes 8.
  • You have freedom over your schedule now; take advantage of that! No more 8-3 Monday through Friday; you can take classes whenever you want. I prefer to have all my classes on MWF in a block of a few hours and only one or no class on TR. Of course, sometimes you’re going to have to take classes at less optimal times, but do try to accommodate yourself and take classes at times you know will be good for you. Lots of people prefer to start early and finish early, while I like to start no earlier than 11, even if I don’t finish until 5. The best part of college is you can do what you want.
  • Don’t take 8 ams. I’m repeating this cause it’s important. I swear, you’ll regret it. In high school, I woke up every morning early as hell to catch my bus at 6:30, but in college, it was nearly impossible for me to get up for my 11 am only three times a week. Don’t ever take an 8 am by choice. And if you have no choice, good luck lol.
  • Don’t be afraid to drop a class. If you’re doing terribly in a class or you absolutely can’t stand it, drop the class. There’s a very little chance that if you’re failing during the first half of the semester, you’ll be able to change your grade dramatically in the second half. Maybe you decided to be an overzealous freshman and signed up for the maximum number of hours possible and now you’re drowning. Drop a class! Sometimes, a course is going to do more harm to you than good, so it’s best to get rid of it than have an F or a W on your transcript.
  • Use RateMyProfessor! I totally forgot about this when I originally posted this and it’s already got almost 1,000 notes but hopefully people see this. RateMyProfessor is so fucking useful. It’s IMPERATIVE that you check this website before you enroll in classes. Someone at Vandy actually made a Chrome extension for our enrollment website that automatically shows a professor’s ranking while you’re looking for classes. Obviously, take it with a grain of salt, and make sure the reviews actually make valid points about the workload and class and isn’t just someone bitter about failing. I took calc with a professor who taught at my high school just cause she taught at my high school even though her reviews said she was insanely difficult and the class was near impossible to pass. Guess what? They were right and I failed as did a big chunk of everyone else in her class. You don’t have to let RMP dictate your schedule, but definitely check it out, and if everyone says the professor is awful, don’t fucking take them. 

Attending Your Classes

  • Establish a connection with your professor early. I recommended introducing yourself on the first day of class just so they know your name and face in another post. It’d be even better to attend an office hour or review session or something. Just make sure they know you. It’ll be easier to communicate when you need something later in the semester if it isn’t their first time seeing you.
  • Actually use this connection with your professors. In my experience, they can be pretty understanding and when you’re in a bad place, they’ll likely help you out. If something is preventing you from doing your best in class, go to them for help (I didn’t go to many office hours but I wish I did! Who better to explain to you something you don’t understand than the person who grades you on it?) or explain to them your situation. I had professors let me take tests late and redo assignments due to my mental health after I explained to them I wasn’t just a terrible student; if it wasn’t for this, I would’ve failed all of their classes. Maybe at the end of the semester they’ll drop one of your wonky grades or bump you up that extra half point you need. Your professors are a resource, and it’s up to you to use it.
  • Take notes however you want. I used my laptop in some, paper in others, and even my iPad and a stylus for calculus. In all of your classes will be a mixture of different techniques and no one cares what you do. Whatever works best for you and helps you get down the most information is what you should do. Also, you don’t have to write down everything. If your professor uses slides and posts them for you to download, you don’t really have to write down anything at all unless they add extra points, so that’s really convenient. 
  • You don’t have to sit in the front. As long as you can see and hear, which you’ll likely be able to due to large projection screens and microphones, it literally doesn’t matter where you sit. In my experience, the professors call on people from every part of the lecture hall, so everyone gets an equal chance at participation. It’s up to yourself to make sure you can pay attention, not your seat.
  • Do your best to attend every single class meeting. It’s inevitable that you’re going to miss class at some point; you will get sick, you won’t have finished an assignment, you’ll need a mental health day, something will happen. Missing class can too easily become a habit if you do it often, so try to never do it. Don’t force yourself to go if you can’t handle it, obviously your health always comes first, but I mean don’t skip cause you want to sleep in or cause you just don’t feel like going. If you do have to miss class and 1) you have a good reason for it (i.e. sickness) and 2) it’s a class small enough that your professor will notice you’re not there, email them and let them know why, just so they’re aware you’re not just skipping to skip.  
  • Try to make friends in your classes. A little study group would be even better. It’ll be really useful to have someone who can help you with a homework question you don’t understand or send you their notes when you miss a class. It can also be great to study with other people, depending on how you study best. I’ve had friends in all my classes so far and it’s been a great help, even if we just complained about the test we just failed then went to get pizza.

Tackling the Coursework

  • Make a REALISTIC study schedule. The key word here is realistic. During winter break I made a study schedule that started with me waking up at 8 am every morning to go work out and ended with me going to sleep promptly at 11 or midnight after spending literally the entire day studying with breaks only for meals. No breaks on weekends, no room to socialize, and I thought this would be perfectly fine for me to follow. Of course, I didn’t last a week because that was fucking ridiculous. You don’t need to schedule every hour of your day; college doesn’t work like that. Just do something simple, an hour for a class or maybe less depending on how hard it is and if you have a test coming up. Trust your instincts. There’s no need to go overboard, and you don’t need to spend six hours a day working, just dedicate a time to studying and stick with that.
  • Explore study techniques until you find one that works for you. Everyone doesn’t study the same, so if you do what everyone else is doing you might not get the results you want. Even if you had a great system in high school, it might not be fitting for college, so check out a bunch of different methods and see how you do with them. Once you find the best way you study, you’ll be unstoppable when exam time comes.
  • Start your assignments early, as soon as you can after they’re assigned. There’s nothing worse than having a bunch of assignments/tests/papers due on the same day and you haven’t finished any of them. Trust me, it is so much less stressful to complete an assignment as soon as you can after it’s been assigned so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Putting things off has much more severe consequences than it did in high school and you will regret procrastinating. If you have a weekly assignment due every Friday, try to complete them by Wednesday every week. At the very least, start an assignment the day you get it even if you can’t finish it that day. It’s a lot easier to do something after you’ve already begun working on it, and that one thing you do is progress.
  • The name of the college game is prioritization. If college teaches you anything, it’s how to prioritize your duties. You need to create a hierarchy of importance for your classes and types of assignments. For me, calculus assignments were always done first because that was the most difficult class and the one I absolutely needed to pass, and Italian was always done last cause it was my easiest class and I could complete even our biggest assignments in one day. You’re going to have a very large amount of work and sometimes you have to sacrifice finishing a small homework assignment to finish a huge paper or study for an exam. I liked to complete my hardest/longest assignments right when I got back from class to get them over with and leave my easier ones for later. Prioritizing is essential if you want to succeed in university, so learn how to do it immediately! 
  • Remember that uni is really difficult and your grades don’t define you. Something I learned the hard way is that sometimes you can try really really hard, do the best you can, and still fail. That’s just life. Sometimes you have to do something a million times before you get it right, or before you discover that it just isn’t right for you at all. I worked harder than I ever had this past year, and what I got in return was two failed classes, two D’s, academic probation, and a 2.3 GPA. Actually, my current GPA isn’t even a 2.3, it’s a 2.295, which is probably blasphemy to the studyblr community, but this shit happens. It happens to all of us and it sucks. It can be really shitty to feel like your effort wasn’t reflected in your result. What you need to do is adjust your expectations and keep working hard. After you hit your stride, your grades could be great in no time. Or you could discover that math or science or english just isn’t for you. Maybe you’ll discover university as a whole isn’t right for you, and that’s okay! Bad grades, whether you define that as a B or an F, don’t mean you’re a bad student or a bad person. You do what you can, and then let go of what you can’t control. The sooner you grasp this idea, and the sooner you learn to be gentle with yourself, the easier a time you’ll have.

So I feel like I forgot a lot of things but also this is pretty long so I’m going to end the post here. If you have any further questions or topics for a post you’d like to see, my inbox is always open. I don’t know which post is coming next, but I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading and I hope this helped you out!

Previous Posts:

fish keeper problems

•people ask ‘what’s that smell?’ It’s you. You smell like fish tank. No matter how much perfume/cologne/scented body wash you use. Fish Tank.

• sobbing as you look at your tank “where did this duckweed c o m e f r o m”

•when you see a betta/goldfish 'bowl’

•"hey wanna go out to eat" “sorry can’t. Gotta buy some brine shrimp from the store across town”

•you look at a fish. Your wallet screams in agony. You buy the fish

•"I have room for another fish tank if I just get rid of my bed"

•sleeves constantly damp. Always.

•who are you going to find to take care of your fish when your on vacation. They’re not going to remember the right foods for each fish, and what chemicals and how much to dose, they’re not going to know what plants have to be trimmed. What about the live food. Conclusion: you can never go on vacation

•where is my fish. Oh no he’s d e a d. Oh never mind, he was just doing his best imitation of a floating plant. Asshole.

•missing a water change=anxiety

•spilling the pellets all over the floor

•-spends 2376.98 dollars on fish stuff without batting an eye- oh no, I can’t go to McDonald’s. That’s too expensive.

•fish: varied diet, lots of enrichment you: top ramen you found in the back of your cabinet from approximately 12 years ago, Binge watching Netflix for a straight month

•yeah, I have a betta fish in a ten gallon tank “oh sweaty.. :)) you can keep them in bowls!! What a waste of space!!! Put an -insert completely incompatible species- in there :))))))”

•I have five goldfish in a 125 gallon tank “lol, I have seven in a ten gallon, and one in a vase”

•the urge to punch every chain store retail worker who says that “gold fish are good starter pets!!1!!11! Put it in this 0.2 gallon tank!! Hell! Put it in half a cup of water!!!”

•people who brag that they kept a betta fish alive for “a whole month!”

•algae. Where did all this algae come from??

•your floor is terribly warped from all the water dripping onto it. Your landlord is horrified

•crying for an hour because you spilled an e n t i r e bottle of Flourish

•Prime. Just… Just don’t smell it. Ever.

•getting your friends to smell Prime

•"I want a planted tank!!“ "ALL MY PLANTS ARE DYING”

•you bought twelve shrimp. You never see them again.

•p o n d s n a i l s

•being too sensitive to cull baby snails, getting them their own tank instead

•eating a fish flake. Just once. You just wanted to know what it tasted like

•you will never be satisfied with your tank. Ever.

•retirement fund? More like retimeformorefishtanks fund

•loving each individual fish like your first born child

•you know the difference between all fifty of your neon tetras

•water changes with sand

•-buys adorable chili rasboras- -betta eats them- that was the most expensive snack you’ve ever eaten you idiot

Feel free to add your own

Okay, so this is not the usual stuff you see on my blog and I bet most of my watchers don’t know this show, but honestly? Killjoys is just finishing its third season (no news of renewal yet but it’s a strong possibility) it absolutely BAFFLES ME that it is not more popular among Tumblr crowd.

Seriously. This show is so much better than most people give it credit for, especially from season 2 and up. Go and watch it now if you like any of the reasons below:

  • Totally bad-ass WOC lead and her two male sidekicks who are absolutely aware that they are sidekicks and have no problem with it whatsoever.
  • Bounty hunters in space. If you miss Firefly you should really watch Killjoys.
  • Female empowerment. Women are absolutely amazing characters. Ladies run the show behind the scenes as well.
  • No sexism or racism in the universe. Diversity in race, ethnicity, sexuality.
  • Healthy approach to sex. Casual hook-ups are fine, so are relationships. Or multiple relationships. Polygamy is okay. Pegging is cool. Total respect for sex workers.
  • Gay warlords. Gays in space. So much gay and it’s totally normal - no one even bats an eyelash at all the gay.
  • Unusual approach to religion. Masochistic (hot!) monks.
  • Science and nerds save the day as often as brute force and soldiers.
  • The show knows what it is and can make fun of itself pretty often. They don’t try to pretend to be something they are not.
  • No fake drama for the sake of drama! No terrible secrets that characters hide from each other for three seasons. Conflicts get solved fast.
  • The team is a family. The guys are actually related. The female lead briefly hooks up with one - it doesn’t last, but it doesn’t ruin their relationship. For the other brother she is a ‘boss/wife/platonic life partner’ (as said in the show). They all would go to hell and back for each other.

I find it interesting the way Whelk describes Noah when he was alive:

“Czerny didn’t really have a sense of humor. He just sometimes said things that happened to be funny.”

“Czerny still hadn’t cared, not really. He was the most mild, ambitionless creature Whelk had ever seen,”

Versus the way Noah’s sister describes him when he was alive:

“My mom always said he was a firecracker, which just meant he was always getting speeding tickets and jumping on tables at family reunions and stuff. He always had so many ideas. He was so hyper.”

He called me one evening, I guess it would’ve been when he was fourteen, and he told me he’d had this dream about ravens fighting and battling. He said they were all different colours and sizes and shapes, and he was inside them, and they were, like, swirling around him.” She motioned around herself in a whirlwind; she had Noah’s hands, Noah’s elbows. “And he told me, ‘I think it would be a cool art project.”

And finally the glimpse into alive Noah when he is feeding off Blue and Gwenllian’s energy:

“Internal you?” he guessed, as if she hadn’t said anything. “Whatever. I just mean, like, a general you. So you come up with five, like, super great chicken recipes. Like, rotisserie. Those are the ones that cook for ever, right?” He ticked off his fingers. “Like, uh, Mexican. Honey-curry. Barbecue. Uh. Teriyaki? And. Garlic-Something. The other thing you need is, like, beverages. Crazy addictive beverages. People have to think, I’m craving that honey-curry chicken and that, uh, lemon tea, hell, yeah, to the max, yeah, Chickie-chickie-chicken!”

He was more animated than she’d ever seen him. This cheerfully prattling version of Noah was surely closer to the living version of him, the skateboarding Aglionby student with the bright red Mustang. She was struck by the realization that she probably wouldn’t have ever become friends with this Noah. He wasn’t terrible. Just young in a way that she had never been. It was an uncomfortable, sideways thought.

“— and I would call it – are you ready – CHICKEN OUT. Get it? What do you want tonight? Oh, Mom, please get CHICKEN OUT.” Noah smacked Blue’s little ponytail so that it hit the top of her head. “You could wear a little paper hat! You could be the face of CHICKEN OUT.”

And it just makes me even more angrier at Whelk, who was supposedly Noah’s best friend, because he didn’t really know the true Noah if that’s what he thought of him.

anonymous asked:

Can you improve my outlook on life and write a very drunk draco clinging to Harry please?

(LOL, I love the way you phrased that and also, I love drunk Draco.)

Potter sat there, leaning back in the booth with his arm slung across the back of the faux-leather seat, his shoulders shaking as he threw his head back and laughed at something the Weasel said. Granger shook her head with a smile of fond exasperation and leaned up to kiss her husband’s cheek. The weird blonde (”Loony Lovegood,” his booze-soaked brain provided) was waving her wand over the she-Weasel’s head in circles - ‘cause that’s normal behaviour for her.

Draco supposed that the thought of going over there ought to feel intimidating - he was completely outnumbered. But perhaps it was because of the eight or so shots of tequila Pansy had dared him into guzzling, or because he was randy as fuck.

Or because he’d just stood there hiding behind the cloak stand by the door and gazing at Potter like a lovesick halfwit far too long - he was no coward. Not anymore.

So he squared his shoulders and marched across the bar, tripping only twice, the second time because of that swaying oaf who’d nearly knocked him over.

Potter blinked up at him with his mouth slightly open.

“Potter.” Draco felt vaguely triumphant that his voice came out steady and calm - and Potter’s form was only very slightly blurry. “Potter,” he repeated, blinking slowly.

“Malfoy,” Potter replied cautiously, one eyebrow sliding up the scarred forehead. “What’re you doing here?”

“I can be here if I want to be here ‘cause I want to be here–” Draco was being very loud - his ears rang a little. Potter scrambled out of his seat, throwing a hasty glance at his friends before coming up to Draco and grabbing his elbow hard. Draco scowled around at the group - Weasley was scowling back, Granger looked thoughtful, she-Weasley looked completely bewildered and Loony, well Loony hadn’t noticed him yet; she was peering into she-Weasley’s ear as though she’d lost something in there.

Potter dragged him away a few paces. “What the hell?”

Draco tried to yank his arm out of his grip but nearly ended up overbalancing and falling onto his arse instead - Potter’s grip tightened.

“Let me go!” Draco slurred, stepping closer to Potter.

“What’re you doing here?” Potter repeated softly.

“I like you,” Draco proclaimed boldly. “I’ve always liked you. You never noticed. You have terrible eyesight.”

Potter pursed his lips, a faint line appearing between his thick brows. “I know I do,” he said, indicating to his smudged glasses.

“I like you,” Draco said once more, his voice decidedly breathy now - ugh. He stepped closer and, oh Merlin, rubbed their noses together. “So much,” he sighed, pressing their cheeks together for a swift second.

“Oh?” Potter didn’t seem put out at all. After staring steadily at him with his stupid green eyes twinkling merrily, Potter asked, “What d’you want, Draco?”

“To go home with you.” Oh shit, he was going to kill Pansy.

Potter simply continued to twinkle at him. “Well, I’m not going to say no to that,” he said very seriously, finally releasing Draco’s elbow to slide both his arms around Draco’s waist and tug him closer.

Draco gasped as he was pressed flush against Potter. He could caught a whiff of spicy aftershave, Firewhiskey and mint; he pushed both hands into the mess on Potter’s head and leaned forward to whisper, “I want you to fuck me.” He pressed his face into the crook of Potter’s neck.

Potter’s arms tightened, the world closed in around him until he was being squeezed almost to the point of pain, and then he was being pulled through dense blackness.


Everything ached. His stomach ached, his back ached, his toenails ached - his eyelashes ached. His head felt like it had exploded and had been put back together before exploding again; even his hair hurt.

He was too close to the sun, his retinas were on fire. The sheets below him were softer than a cloud and smelt pleasantly flowery - his stomach twisted.

He kicked himself out of bed, fell over onto his hands and knees and then half-crawled, half-ran to the bathroom until he was heaving into the toilet. It was another ten minutes before he was able to make himself stand, piss, gargle with half a bottle of mouthwash and wash his face - which also hurt.

Clad only in his boxers he stumbled through the house, following the horrible sound quality of the Wireless and the utterly heavenly scent of fresh coffee.

“Coffee!” he croaked, throwing himself into a chair so heavily that he slipped off the polished wood and landed on his bum. Potter turned around, a spatula with a bright red handle in one hand, took one look at him and nearly fell down laughing.

“Good morning!” he virtually screamed. Draco rested his cheek on the chair and groaned hoarsely, feebly pressing his hands to his ears.

“Coffee,” he whimpered. “What happened to my head? Coffee,” he pleaded once more.

Grinning widely, Potter poured him a large mugful. Shaking his head slightly as he walked over to the table, he set the steaming mug on the table, reached down and nearly lifted Draco off his feet as he helped him onto the chair he’d aimed for. “Let me guess - tequila?”

“I hate Pansy.” Draco wrapped both hands around his jade green mug with the gold polka dots and drew the drink of the Gods closer to him. “I hate tequila. I hate drinking. I hate bars. I hate going out.”

“But you like me.” Potter’s completely deadpan expression made Draco scowl - aarrgh, his face hurt dammit.

“What?” He took a huge gulp and moaned a long, gurgling moan as the gorgeous bitterness spread over his tongue.

“You like me,” Potter said again, leaning a hip against the counter with his arms crossed - he looked on the verge of another bout of laughter.

Draco stared blearily at him for several seconds before fuzzy memories started leaking into his aching brain. Then he let his head thump onto the table with another groan as Potter burst out laughing again.

“I hate everything!” Draco stated miserably. “Stop laughing at me!” His head throbbed when he raised his voice so he promptly shut up.

Potter, still laughing by the way, was loading up a plate with eggs, sausages and strips of bacon fried to crisp perfection - Draco’s stomach rolled and he clamped his mouth shut firmly as the food was set down before him.

Then Draco’s husband cupped his face with both hands, turned his face up and kissed him firmly. “I like you too,” Potter informed Draco.

“I will vomit on you,” Draco threatened.

Potter grinned, kissed his nose and went to get himself a plate of breakfast.


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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.9

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 4.3k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.

Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”

“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.

“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook, especially in this family.”

“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”

At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration – he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them. He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.

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Do not anger the drunk fighter.

(Context: we are at a tavern and my fighter just nat 1’d a save against an intimidation check, resulting in him being so terrified he needed to immediately get wasted to forget.)

DM: After a short while the party notices a lack of a certain kindhearted fighter.
*everyone rolls perception*
DM: Everyone who got more than 10 feels that he went into the inn we are in front of. (Note, about 15 minutes have passed since he disappeared.)

DM: You see your friend sitting at the bar with a… Fighter, roll a d12
9
With 9 large empty mugs next to him.

Dwarf: I approach the bar and order a drink.

DM: You reach for your coin pouch to find it missing.

Barkeep : Short on coin are ye? (The barkeep watched the Dwarf’s coin purse get stolen ) Well ya can always work it off. Start with that lad’s next drink.

DM: Roll a dex check.

Dwarf: *nat 1*

DM: You pour the entire jug on your friend, who is very drunk.

Fighter: Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Dwarf: I’m terribly sorry!

DM Fighter, roll.me a d4, to see what you do.

Me: 4

DM: Oooh. Roll insight.

Me: *rolls 4*

DM : You draw your greatsword, roll dex to see if you can manage in your drunken state.

Me: *Nat 20*

DM: Alright, you whip your sword out of its sheathe with enough force that it actually spins around your torso once or twice. Roll to hit.

*Nat 20*

Me (ooc to dwarf player) I am so sorry man.

DM: Roll damage, doubled for crit.
(Greatsword is 2d6, so, now 4d6)

Me*rolls 4 6s*

DM: The others watch as their Fighter who was normally so kind just bifurcated their other traveling companion, the Dwarf (who only had 8 health before the attack).

Me: (ooc) well shit. Oops I guess.

The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times


You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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