this might seem sudden

Run Away Baby Ch. 1 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo

Description: Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: Cursing



The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury. 

“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?” 

“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern. 

“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes. 

“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything. 

“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.” 

“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was. 

“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds. 

“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps. 

“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door. 

“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look. 

“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred. 

“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil. 

“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless. 

“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left. 

“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”

Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo



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Surprise Kisses / Astro


This guy is gonna be giggling and teasing you so much. He always loves skinship with you, and probably is the one to initiate it most of the time, so he’s be more than happy when you kiss him randomly

“Aish jagi~ If you wanted a kiss so bad, you could have just asked~” *cue cheesy wink*


Another one to giggle and tease but more on the giggling side. To me, Jinjin   seems kinda shy, so the sudden skinship might fluster him a bit.

“Why must you do this to me?”


In my opinion, Eunwoo gives off more of a chill vibe than the rest, and skinship is pretty well balanced. If you gave him a quick kiss out of no where, he would just smile and return the kiss, or poke a little bit of fun at you, it’s either/or with him.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”
(I’m picturing Eunwoo’s smile and I wanna cry hE’S SO BEAUTIFUL ;-;)


tHiS gUy, dOnT dO tHat tO tHis guY. Literally, please don’t. His ego will boost up, he’ll think he’s all that and a bag of chips, all cause his s/o “can’t resist” him. Can and will bring it up at the most random times to fluster you, and will tease you so much.

“Hey Y/N! Remember that one time?!”


Little weirdo. Will legit just sit there giggling with a huge grin on his face. He’s a huge cuddler so skinship is constant between you two. He loves any sort of affection you give him, so you giving him a little smooch would just make him super happy

“Uh Binnie? Are you ok?” - you
*giggling to himself* -him


This boy would instantly become a big puddle of blushing goo. Since he strikes me as a shyer member, I don’t think skinship would occur often between you guys, and when it does, you’re usually the one to initiate it. After recieving a surprise peck, his face would turn bright pink and he’d become really flustered and shy. He wouldn’t dislike it though.

“W-What was that for?” /Flustered Sanha is flustered/

(belatedly) sheltering from the rain for the obitine week prompt “stuck together”

Considering the domed cities of Mandalore, it seems likely that Satine might be caught unprepared by a sudden rain squall when visiting another world.

ardhamonsfireyrealm  asked:

Hey man! I’ve followed you for a long while now and it’s crazy how you went from the Game Grumps movie trailers you made to making these short but amazingly smooth animations you’ve been dishing out! How did you get so great at making animation like this suddenly?

I’m glad you like them!  Really it’s just a matter of practice over a long period of time, studying real world references as well as other animation.  It might SEEM sudden since I’m only really posting what I deem audience-worthy, but what the audience doesn’t see is all the crappy drawings and ugly animation tests that I’ve done to hone my skills over time.  Draw With Jazza made a great video talking about that stuff a while back, and it’s important to keep in mind.  Don’t get discouraged if an artist seems like they’re improving fast, because for every good drawing you see there’s bound to be tons of terrible drawings they’ve shown no one, and that’s part of the journey!

As for me specifically, lately I’ve been really trying to learn from other cartoons and anime about how to make more engaging visuals.  Take a look at my older videos and you can tell I had pretty much no sense for shot composition or exciting character poses or anything.  I just want to give my animations some more OOMPH, more qualities that make it hard to look away.  I’m trying to learn more about how to effectively place characters in a scene, how to draw things from more interesting angles, how to really exaggerate character poses, etc.  There’s a million different things to learn about animation, and I’m still in the middle of making my way through ‘em.  Just takes a lot of practice!

anonymous asked:

I really liked this earlier Imagine: 'Imagine in ep 1 they party stops to sleep for a little bit and Claire is freezing, so Jamie offers to warm her discreetly'. Would any mods be willing to continue this story or another alt point-of-view where J & C get closer, more affectionate, more sexual tension in those moments in beginning of book Outlander? Love your fanfic!! You ladies are so creative!

Mod Note: Hey anon, I opted to do simply another version of the “Claire’s cold” idea rather than a continuation of the earlier fic. I was dying to do a bit of pre-marriage Frasers (and I wanted a bit of a break from my beloved angst). This seemed to fit the bill!  Mod Bonnie 

Hail Mary 

Jamie deposited the night’s firewood, freshly cut, and sat down beside Murtagh, gratefully accepting the canteen of whisky and coughing a little in surprise as he took a swig. “This is fine stuff, man! Finer than your purse typically would allow, aye?”

“Nicked it from Dougal’s personal supply,” said his godfather with a grin, eyes glinting in the light of the new-lit fire. “Figured he willna miss it. And if he does, weel, he’ll have two days to forget about it before seein’ me next, won’t he!”

The party had split into two that afternoon when Dougal took half of the party and the wagons with him to replenish supplies at a nearby trading hub. The remainder had continued on their path, led by Ned, to carry on with the collection of rents. They would meet up again two days hence at the crossroads to begin the slow, circuitous route back to Leoch.

Jamie took another long swig before handing back the canteen. “Aye, well, ye’d better mind your back once he does see ye again, else—”

“What in God’s name??”

Jamie jumped to his feet at Murtagh’s exclamation, instinctively drawing his dirk. Ned Gowan had just come into sight in the hazy twilit distance, perhaps a quarter mile off. Gowan was walking slowly with Mistress Beauchamp on his arm. No danger, then, Jamie thought, resheathing the weapon; but no, as he peered into the distance, it became evident that something was terribly wrong. Tiny and frail as the ancient lawyer was, he was supporting almost all of the lady’s weight.

Jamie’s heart lurched, and the world seemed to narrow dizzyingly to a single point.


His Claire

He ran to her at breakneck speed, blood hammering in terror. As he drew close, he could see that she was soaked through. Her lips were nearly blue, and she was shaking like a leaf in a gale as she struggled to remain upright against Ned.

Jamie elbowed aside the other men who had run to help, and scooped Claire up possessively into his arms, eyes and free hand frantically searching her for damage even as he did so. “Claire? Lass, are ye hurt?”

Jesus, she was completely soaked through from head to toe, nearly double her normal weight from it. Jamie could feel the icy water from her clothing and hair soaking into his shirt and plaid.  She was conscious, but couldn’t seem to keep her eyes open. They fluttered uncontrollably as she make tiny, weak whimpering sounds. 

He pulled her tighter against his chest as he turned and made for camp as fast as he could, murmuring softly to her, “Dinna fash, I’ve got ye, now, Sassenach.”

I’ve got ye, now, mo ghraidh.

“How the devil did she manage to do a fool thing like that?” Murtagh was shouting at Ned from behind Jamie as they all hastened to camp.

“My fault, all my fault it was,” Ned was wailing, disconsolate. “We were, ah, walking along the river talking and looking for cress and the like. I lost my footing and, well, careened into her, and she, ah, she fell down the bank and into the water. It was quite a deep section of the river and she went all the way under.”

“The puir lass—and it near cold enough to snow tonight,” came Geordie’s panting from furthest behind. 

It was cold tonight, the sun now fully down. And, God, she was pale as a corpse. “How long have the two of ye been walking to reach camp?” Jamie demanded over his shoulder. “How long has she been like this, man?” 

“Nigh on a quarter of an hour. Terrible, terrible, all my fault,” Ned moaned, wheezing. 

Ifrinn, a quarter of an hour on a frigid night such as this. Jamie shuddered and redoubled his pace.  

He reached the fireside at last, the remainder of the men crowding round. “Claire,” Jamie said urgently as he set her down briefly on her feet. “Claire can ye hear me?” 

She managed to remain upright, with him holding her elbow, but her head was lolling where she stood. He gave her cheek a few soft slaps to liven her. “Claire, listen to me, ye need to get the wet things off at once. Have ye a spare set of clothing?”

She nodded and started fumbling clumsily with the laces of her bodice. Christ, not HERE, he wanted to say, alarmed, but Murtagh was already walking up to the crowd with Claire’s bundle in hand. “No, leave it there, man!” he snapped at his godfather—was he the only one with a shred of decency?—as he stepped forward to pick her up again. “I’ll bring her over to her tent so she might—”

“She canna do it on her own, Jamie lad. Just look at her.”  

Sure enough, as Jamie looked down, he could see that her fingers were so stiffened with cold that she couldn’t even get proper hold of the laces. Murtagh’s assessment was confirmed by the lady herself. She couldn’t manage any words through her chattering teeth but her eyes shone clear with meaning: help.  

Jamie turned away for a moment, running his hands backward through his hair, praising Michael, Bride, the Holy Virgin, and all the rest that Rupert and Angus weren’t here; or Dougal for that matter. Jamie had seen the way his uncle looked at Mistress Beauchamp. Lord, did he look that way at her?

Hail Mary, full of grace. 

Rallying, and trying to infuse a note of chastity into his voice—though not entirely certain what that might sound like—he called out orders. “Ned and Willie, and Geordie, too: bring me the largest blankets ye can, quickly.” 

There would be only three men in camp, in the end, who wouldn’t be involved in either the screening or the undressing (for Murtagh had already stepped forward, bushy face impassive as he deftly took over the work of loosening the bodice laces), but it simply didn’t seem right to shuck the clothes off a lady in a camp full of men without taking some measures for propriety’s sake.

Behind the improvised screen of blankets, Murtagh and Jamie began the laborious task of fighting with the seemingly endless layers of wet fabric. Claire tried to assist as much as possible, but she could hardly do more than stand up straight, and even that was a struggle. Her body seemed determined to fold in on itself, to curl around the vanishing core of heat. They had to physically unbend her arms themselves in order to extricate sleeves and the shoulders of her stays.

As they reached the final layers, Jamie’s heart raced madly. Christ, dinna look…Dinna look…DINNA look. She’s your friend, not to mention a guest, and above all, a lady. It wouldna do to think about how round and soft and—look AWAY, man!

She was down to just her shift, now. Jamie kept his eyes stubbornly on the top of her head, but he could see from the corners of his vision that it, too, was sodden, clinging right around the curves of her—

DA is watching ye. Brian Robert David Fraser is looking down on ye RIGHT NOW from heaven. What would he say about the thoughts you’re having? 

Ye ken just fine what he’d say, and grown man or no, he’d put you over the fence and tan yer hide while sayin’ it!

He suddenly became aware that he had been standing still as a stone, fists and eyes clenched tight. 

Thankfully, Murtagh had already saved him the agony of having to assist with the final steps of their task. In his usual no-nonsense way (though he, too, had been taking a pointed interest in the sky to the greatest extent possible), he had removed the shift and gotten the dry one over her head before Jamie opened his eyes again.

Jamie grabbed one of the blankets from Willie and wrapped it around her, grateful to put an additional barrier between them, for he didn’t think he could have taken any more. His balls were aching and he could feel his heart thudding against his chest. Could she hear it? Surely she could, and he blushed red at the thought of what else she might have picked up on.  

Claire’s body seemed unprepared for the sudden rush of warmth, for she staggered and fell full against him. He felt the scalding heat in his blood curdle into shame.  Here she is suffering and half-dead and you standing there thinking only about her—well, her—you ken what you’re thinking about, and you’ll have done with it at once. 

She truly was in a bad way. As he lowered her to the ground beside the fire, he could hear her murmuring things; in English, but an incoherent jumble of words. The blanket was a warm one, a fine, thick rug of wool, but she was still convulsing madly. She melted slowly down to lay lifeless on her side.

Tucking the blanket more securely around her, and swallowing the pang that arose at thought of leaving her side, Jamie made for his own tent to retrieve his spare shirt. It was the one that Dougal insisted on ripping open at every opportunity, so it was a ragged thing, but dry. 

As he hurried back to the group by the fire standing huddled—anxious— around Mistress Beauchamp, he heard Willie pipe up, a note of worry clear in his voice. “We should have her put the dry gown on, now, aye? Blanket or no, surely she canna be warm enough in only her shift?”

There was a general rumbling of assent at this, and one of the men went to retrieve the additional garments from the ground.

No!” Murtagh grunted sharply, gesturing to where she lay. “Can ye no’ see, she’s nearly got the freezing sickness? Can barely keep her eyes open, poor thing, nor speak in a straight line. She needs body heat.”

Dead silence

Fitting, for Jamie thought he would die right there on the spot.

Ned cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Erm…surely, we couldn’t dream of proposing such an impropriety to a lady. To think of…putting her in such…ah…of having her be with a man in…in the altogether.

“It wouldna be skin on skin, ye dolt,” Murtagh said, rolling his eyes. “We dinna want to be struck down from above. Shirt-to-shift, though, aye, we could dream of it, because otherwise we’ll be bringing Dougal back her frozen corpse come morning.”

Ned was still unconvinced, blustering in righteous indignation to cover his discomfort. “Surely blankets and—and—and hot food will be sufficient to bring her ‘round? I certainly don’t think—”

“Mur…s’right…” They all looked down, for it was Mistress Beauchamp who had spoken. “Got to…”  Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, but her eyes were earnest as she looked up …at Jamie.

Oh, Holy God.

Murtagh led all the men a few paces away, and murmured low. “It should be one of the young lads. This thing must be done, but I willna have her be indecently exposed to someone who’s lain wi’ hoors.” All eyes turned automatically to the two sole virgins in the party.

Our Father, who art in Heaven…

Jamie looked sharply over at Willie, who shook his head, wide-eyed and stepped back a pace. 

“Right then, lad,” Murtagh said, with a look that froze Jamie straight through (Christ, surely it was all written there all over his face). “Get to it, then.”

And forgive us our trespasses…

Slowly, Jamie walked back to the fire, chewing the insides of his cheeks in anxiety. Lead us not into temptation, aye? Ha! He was duty- and honor- bound to leap headfirst into the very pit of the stuff.

Trembling, he knelt beside her, speaking very softly, unable to meet her eye. “Will ye…will ye allow me to wa—” His throat went dry, damn it all, and he had to swallow before he could finish. “—W-warm ye, Mistress?” 

Was that a hint of a gleam that flashed across her eyes as he glanced up? No, just more shaking from the cold…surely. But she nodded her assent.

Murtagh brought a number of grain sacks from the wagon and created a kind of supportive stack for Jamie to lean against as he held her. That was good. Lying down with her would not be good. Lying down with her would be verra good.

Hail Mary…full of grace….

Jamie focused pointedly on prayer as he laid the rugs and furs down. If he was to be sitting up all night, may as well be comfortable. He shucked off his jacket, feeling very chilly in only his kilt and shirt, and sat down, and Murtagh immediately shoved a particularly stiff and scratchy blanket, folded neatly, into his face.

He tried to push it aside. “I dinna think we need another. We’ve got three blankets as it is to go overtop, and—”

“This one isna to keep ye warm, lad,” Murtagh muttered sardonically as he dropped it—still folded—squarely onto Jamie’s lap. A few moments later, he was lowering Claire onto the self-same lap, making the prudence of the extra blanket abundantly clear. 

Her back was laid flush against his chest, and he brought his arms around her middle to keep her from falling off. Even through her shift he could feel just how cold her body was, shaking violently. Murtagh carefully arranged the blankets atop them both, then shooed the others away to their tents. For better or worse, they had privacy, just the two of them.

Jamie breathed deeply and forced all thoughts from his mind except those of Claire, the important ones: what she needed; how he could hold himself to best pass his warmth into her. He could feel the tension in her body as surely as he could feel the shape of it. The rigors of cold, certainly, but perhaps also a tremor or two of fear? Little surprise, if so. He was afraid, too, terrified of this wonder he held in his arms; terrified to imagine what she was thinking right now; terrified of the fragility of it all—that her life was in his hands. 

Lord, he prayed earnestly, that my body may be enough; that I might keep her safe and well, this night.

He adjusted his hold so that his arms lay atop hers, and began chanting low to her in Gaelic; one of the old, long songs, a ballad of protection and certainty. 

A long time passed, a very long time, and more than once he felt his heart squeeze tight in agonizing fear that she was slipping away. 

But as the pocket of warmth around them began to take hold, she slowly began to relax; the shoulders uncurling from their hunch, the arms beginning to un-clutch from her chest. Her breathing began to resume a normal pace, and her neck relaxed, her head coming to rest finally and fully against his shoulder

“Thank you, Jamie,” she breathed. 

He exhaled himself, both from the sheer relief of hearing her normal cadence once more—still weak, but controlled—and at the novel sensation of her words literally resonating against his skin as she leaned against him. It sent a thrill through him that made him dizzy as he replied, “Think nothing of it, lass—that is—Mistress Beauchamp.”

“You can call me lass. You’ve done it before, hundreds of times.” She gave a tired little laugh. “And you did undress me today, after all.”

That is precisely why I shall be observing all the formalities I can call to mind, woman, he though. Unclenching his teeth, he cleared his throat. “Are ye warming up, then?”

“Slowly,” she said, voice still faint. “My hands are the worst part, still. I can b-barely feel them.” She paused for a moment. “Erm…may I?”

He didn’t know what she meant, but it didn’t matter. “As ye please, Mistress.” He was hers to do with as she wished. 

She shifted so that she was sitting sideways on his lap. She slipped her arms around him, one around the front and the other around his back, hugging him like a tree trunk and pressing both hands flat against him. “Ohhhh… much better…you’re so warm.”

“Aye…aye, I’m g-glad of it.” He was. But her new position made it so that he could now feel each round breast pressing against him as well, as heavy and full as–

Hail Murtagh—MARY—Hail Mary—full of grace…

At last, she fell asleep. He must have drifted off himself, for when he awoke some time later, all was still. Only the watchman was alert, and he deep into the whisky, his back just visible across the clearing in the moonlight.

He craned his neck to look down at her. God, she just felt so right, there, in his arms, her own holding him just as tight, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. She smelled of grass; sweet grass, like in the meadow at Lallybroch. She was molded to him in sleep, just like when she’d allowed him to comfort her at Leoch. Practically strangers they’d been, and yet, she’d curled against him and bared her grief to him, let him hold her and share her pain. The trust and intimacy there had been between them even then had staggered him…and now

“Ye do break my heart, mo nighean donn,” he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to trace the air above her brow. 

Suddenly, though he was certain he hadn’t touched her, Claire’s body tensed and she gave a—a moan? He sat—stunned—and gasped as she brought her hand up and touched his face, running her fingers back into his hair, cupping the base of his skull. She gave another—yes, Christ, it was a moan, and pulled herself tight against him, making him emit a sound of his own. Murtagh should have brought two extra blankets.

She wasn’t truly awake, for Jamie could see that her eyes weren’t even open; but God, how she moved, even out of consciousness. No longer deadened with cold: she was an ember, radiating energy and heat, ready to burn. She brushed her lips against his neck and exhaled, the hot breath raising gooseflesh down the length of his body. He could feel her close, so close, the thin layers of fabric between them seeming to melt away. He clutched her tight, wanting so badly to move his hands up, or down, both possibilities driving him mad with wanting: to twine his fingers in her hair and take her mouth to his; to have her straddle him so he could feel her, touch her, all of her. But he forced himself to remain still as she shuddered against him, to keep his hands squarely where they were on her back and shoulder. With her wedged so tight against him, undulating with apparent desire (Christ, would she be wet to his touch? he wondered, with a screaming, demanding ache in his balls), that grip was the only thing preventing him from losing all sense entirely.

All at once, she snapped her head up and locked eyes with him, her hands still on his face and neck, as if pulling herself up to him. They stared at one another, unblinking in the moonlight. He thought for a moment he saw something in her eyes…a smile? Then, before he could wonder further (or contemplate the notion of throwing her beneath him right there and then—and inviting the voice of Brian Fraser to go hang), she went limp as a rag doll and fell back against his shoulder, sound asleep once more. 

The whole occurrence couldn’t have lasted more than twenty seconds, but he was heaving as though he’d run twenty miles.

“Jesus Christ, Sassenach,” he wheezed, shifting his seat to ease his discomfort and looking down at her in a kind of feeble wonderment. “You’ll kill me for certain and damn me to hell all in one, before the night is out.”

Part Two 

rael74  asked:

It's taken me a while to warm to Moon's character, because I felt that the writers backtracked on her established personality. In Season 1 and early Season 2, she was consistently shown as cold, overbearing, somewhat abrasive and mostly unlikeable (threatening Star with St. O's, kicking River out, saying happiness was irrelevant to being Queen, etc) with few redeeming moments, Storm the Castle hug aside. Now she's more fully rounded, but I still feel they did a hefty bit of retconning.

The kicking the king out part seemed a bit excessive, yeah, but I guess they wanted to play it for laughs, in a sitcom like “You sleep on the couch tonight” scenario; as for the rest, she sure changed a lot, but I would talk of developments more than retcon: she clearly never spent much time with Star, at least in recent years, and seemed to have distanced herself a bit from the role of a mother, focusing a bit too much on being a Queen who has to prepare her heiress, maybe suffering from the role as well (after all she did take the throne at a very young age, and probably barely had time to enjoy her youth; even before becoming a Queen she had to fight, as the Guide To Dimensions mentions that she met River on the battlefield, while fighting monsters who almost took over the castle):

But since in this show almost everyone grows and mature, she had both the opportunity to reevaluate her priorities and her way to be a mother (as seen in Page Turner, when Glossaryck scolded her), and to see new sides of Star, who obviously matured as well during her months on Earth: she was impressed by her behavior in Game Of Flags, didn’t get angry in Raid The Cave, probably understanding that Star already felt mortified enough on her own, and in Face The Music she listened to her own words, said to the Avarius, and didn’t miss the chance to tell Star that she’s proud of her, despite what it might look like

And The Battle For Mewni has a lot of mother/daughter moments, that are surely going to be furtherly developed in the rest of the season. So personally I think that Moon’s development and change in attitude has been justified throughout the show, so it didn’t feel like a retcon, but I can understand how it might have seemed a bit “sudden”, going from almost zero to one hundred in a little more than half of season 2. That’s the curse of being an important but secondary character, I guess: a lot to do, but no chances to appear in every episode.

The Office Type

If you’ve been on tumblr at all in the past few weeks/ month you’ll probably know that there is a new dating sim game coming out in the future called “The Office Type”, where the player character dates some humanized office supplies.

You’ve also probably seen the discourse about it.

If i’m being completely honest, I’m tired of seeing all the discourse about it so soon, even though it is in very early development. I have seen claims that the game is transphobic because the main character MIGHT be pansexual, and that “implies that only pansexual people can date trans/nb people”. To me, as a bisexual person, that only shows me more examples of people who don’t care about bi- or pansexuality.

I’m not saying those fears aren’t worth anything, because they are. There have been so many dating sims where LGBT folk have not gotten any representation, and so the sudden rise of it might seem a bit daunting (at least to me, anyways).

But the fact that y’all are saying that the game is transphobic, hates nb people and is racist because a couple of the nb characters are skinny, white, and masc despite only six of the 24 romanceable being released so far is ridiculous.

This game, so far, has taken a completely underrepresented sexuality (bi- and pansexuality) and an underrepresented gender identity with many more characters to be released and y’all are still yelling at the creators because it doesn’t match your perfect vision of nb/trans people, who also vary in size and expression.

Give the game a chance first, before you start railing on it. 

anonymous asked:

How 'bout iwaoi "lets have a baby" with oikawa saying it (*shies away*) teehee


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi
Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Relationship, Established Marriage, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary: “I don’t know how to tell him…let’s have a baby just sounds so…demanding.”

His bookmarks are full of things he wants. It’s a majority of his browsing history and what he likes to scroll through when he has a moment to himself. He has Pinterest boards—six of them—and he saves links to his notes of things he wants to buy if it were to happen.

He knows how he wants to design their guest bedroom into a nursery, he knows what little toys he wants his little pup to have, Tooru know everything he wants for his baby.

Now he just needs an actual baby to use them on…

“I don’t know how to tell him…” he laments to Koushi over lunch probably for what is the hundredth time, staring longingly at his own pup swollen belly and the other pup sitting next to his mother in his carrier. “Let’s have a baby just sounds so…demanding.”

Koushi isn’t looking at him, focused on trying to get the socks back on to the little feet of the baby girl that kept kicking off, but he watches a small, sympathetic smile pull up on the other omega’s lips and it makes him feel even more depressed.

When Koushi opens his mouth to answer, Tooru simply shakes his head, knowing he was going to get the other man’s usual lecture of how he just needed to bite the bullet and tell his husband…

Tooru makes a sad noise and reaches grabby hands towards the infant in the car carrier. “Just let me hold her for a little bit. I need baby cuddles…”

And Suga, who has the patience of a saint, hands over his little girl again for the third time during their lunch period, smiling at the way Tooru just curls the tiny pup against his chest, rocking her gently in his arms.

“Such a pretty girl…” he whispers almost reverently, letting out a soft, happy sigh when she grips onto his outstretched finger.

“You and Daichi are so lucky…” Is another thing he wants to add, but there was no point in making Koushi feel bad for Tooru’s own inability to talk with his alpha.

He knows what a great friend he has in Koushi though when the omega stays an extra twenty minutes just to let him hold the pup a little longer.

Tooru heads home with a heavy heart afterwards, returning to the little home that read “Iwaizumi” on the nameplate in Hajime’s horrible handwriting. He takes a deep breath before opening the door, taking his shoes off at the entrance and hanging his coat on the rack next to the door. He looks around after a moment, listening for his husband’s whereabouts, before heading back into their bedroom to check when he can’t hear him, noticing the running shower when he does.

He debates joining him in there, but quickly decides against due to his overall exhaustion. The omega decides a quick nap wouldn’t hurt while he was waiting for Hajime to free up the shower. Tooru goes and cuddles up on his alphas side of the bed, not bothering to cover himself with a blanket. Just nuzzles into the familiar smelling pillow and letting himself drift off into a light sleep.

Tooru immediately makes a noise when the first drip of water pelts onto his cheek, bringing him back out of his light doze. He pushes at the alpha’s chest, making a face when the other man just laughs above him. He pushes again, making Hajime’s voice rumble out even deeper and the alpha’s lucky he leans down to kiss him when he does or else he’d probably get kicked off the bed.

The little pecks Hajime presses to his mouth easily turns into a few deeper and wetter kisses—the omega was in a mood and not against being needy while he had his alpha half-naked above him. But it seems as if Hajime has other plans when he pulls back all of a sudden, hand suddenly reaching out to brush over his cheek and looking at him with that tender gaze that never failed to make his stomach bubble with warmth.

Tooru feels slightly attacked when Hajime easily whisper, “God you’re just so perfect…”

It makes him blush and the omega isn’t sure where this rush of affection is coming from at all, but it’s making him squirm and not even the sexual kind of way.

Hajime keeps going, acting like he wasn’t making his husband a gooey mess, “Everything you do is just so damn perfect sometimes…you’re wonderful at anything you put your mind to, I swear. When I am with you, I feel like I can do anything…”

Tooru smiles despite the embarrassment still burning his cheeks, knowing just where his husband was going with all of this sudden praise.  “If you’re going to tell me you broke something again, I’m just going to hit you harder for buttering me up first.”

The seriousness of his husband’s tone breaks off into a little snort and Tooru smiles more when Hajime’s brows quirk up like he’s trying to look annoyed with him even though he’s smiling. “Is that what you always assume when I’m trying to be nice and compliment you?”

“That or you want something that you know sex isn’t going to get you.”

Tooru feels it when Hajime suddenly grows stiff, making the omega grow even more curious, especially when Hajime’s now soften voice comes back with, “…but what if sex is going to get me what I want…”    

Tooru’s brows furrow, “Sex is going to get you something out of me…?”

“I mean, well…yeah technically…I mean I’m pretty sure that’s how biology works…”

Tooru’s expression grows more confused, “Biology…? What are you even on about Hajime? The only biology that comes out of sex is a—”

The omega freezes, head whipping up to stare his husband directly in the eye.

Hajime stares at him sheepishly, “I know it might seems sudden…I just, that thing Daichi had be volunteer for a few weeks back? The thing I didn’t really want to talk about? I just—we were working with toddlers to help teach some easy sports and—god Tooru, I couldn’t tell you then that I just really wanted to take one of the little pups home with me. You don’t understand how bad I wanted my own little one to bring back, knowing I’d be bringing them to our little home and especially you…”

The alpha drops his face into the crook of his neck, “It sounds ridiculous, but all I’ve been able to think about since then is what a good mother you’d be to our kid…of how incredible you’d look with our pup growing in your belly…”

Tooru swears he’s not breathing anymore when Hajime says, “I just…I want to have a baby with you Tooru. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything you aren’t ready for—fuck, please don’t think I’m trying to guilt trip you in. I just…this has been driving me crazy for weeks and I went and helped Daichi work with them again and I just couldn’t, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I had to say something to you.”

The alpha lets out a breath against his neck and Tooru isn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying with relief right now. He knows it takes him a few minutes to collect himself, which is enough to make Hajime pick his head up with worry, but before the alpha can even apologize the omega croaks out, “My phone Hajime, hand me my phone.”

Hajime does without question, confusion still etched in his face, but Tooru just smiles at him, clicking open an app and scrolling down to where his hidden boards lay, flipping the phone around to show him the four boards on screen, each labeled with something involving ‘baby’ in the titles. Hajime makes a noise and jerks his gaze back to Tooru who simply laughs and informs, “You should see the amounts of bookmarks I have saved on my computer.”

The smile that creeps up on the alpha’s cheeks is blinding, “So you want—?!”

Hajime cuts himself off in excitement, voice cracking when it hit an octave it wasn’t use to. Tooru keeps smiling at him, pulls him down for a kiss before mashing their foreheads together and whispering in the small space between them, “Let’s have a baby, Hajime…”    

anonymous asked:

sorry to bother you darksapphire senpai but I read on tora's sideblog that the BD version removed the blushes at the end of ep7 and it's irrational but I'm sad ;A;

Please Anon-kouhai, it’s never a  bother! :)

Omg! I haven’t seen that post, but I assume you mean the blushes during The Kiss, right? But whyyyyy >-<  You’re not being irrational, I get it.

Well, I haven’t seen what it actually looks like (you don’t happen to have a link or a screenshot to share?), but–

Whether it’s this scene here, or afterwards when they lie on the ice, I feel Yuuri at least should be totally blushing. He just performed an extremely difficult FS while on little to no sleep, he should be flushed with exertion at the very least. And afterwards, I LIVE for his delighted flush and widened eyes!

I’ll try not to take offence from Kubo&co (hmmph) that they’ve removed the blushes (or to start wondering whether the creators are trying to hint that it’s not the first kiss). I think they’re removing a lot of blushes on the whole, not just targeting this moment.

I mean, from what I’ve seen, the always-blushing-chicken-nugget Minami has been hit too!

This screenshot from @kukapanda’s blog of some side-by-side comparison scenes of TV and BD shows how much blushing they’ve removed from Minami.

Personally, I think as the creators were going through YOI with the intent to tidy it up and clean up artistic inconsistencies, they probably noticed all the blushing that goes on (it’s an anime!), and when you look at something, not to watch and enjoy it, but to specifically fix and edit, then something like that might seem too much all of a sudden. So… the result was some blushing purge, I guess? :(

But it’s Okay, Anon. I’m sure they’ve made it better as a whole. And of course, we have this new scene: ( gif from kukapanda)

Yuuri and Viktor actually practising together on the ice!! <3

She’s yours... (2) Kim Taehyung angst/fluff

Part 1      Masterlist 

Y/N and her boyfriend break up before she can tell him that she’s pregnant. He admitted that he was dared to date her, and her heart breaks. When they run into eachother a few years later, how will he react?

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In Theory

Wonwoo Fluff/Slight College!Au

Word Count: 1823

Genre: Fluff

“Text me some time so we can set up a study schedule!” The obnoxiously cheery voice of your new peer tutor shrieked.

All you could do was respond with a light nod. Looking at the sticky note in your hand, you sighed as the excruciatingly peppy girl skipped out of the library. You regretted reaching out to her so deeply, but you couldn’t risk flunking the class. Luckily, your roommate set you up with that girl, and quite frankly she was the only person that would tutor you for free.

This is ridiculous,” You thought, “And all because my dumb ass had to take a music theory elective.

Eyeing the sticky note again, you quickly set up a contact for her in your phone. You then decided to send her a text, just letting her know who you were.

Hey,” The text read, “This is (Y/N). I’m gonna send the pic of my notes that you asked for. I hope this helps you gauge where we are in class :)

You snapped a picture of your the last page in your theory notebook, which was a notepad of manuscript paper. Half of the notepad was filled with actual notes and the back four pages were just full of pointless doodles and a song you heard on the radio that you decided to dictate.

You sent the picture to her, silently praying that she wouldn’t reply for at least an hour or so. But, almost right away, your phone buzzed. Her response to your text read,

Hi, I’m pretty sure you have the wrong number but that last chord you have written is an E flat minor not E flat diminished

Your eyebrows furrowed, you wondered how you could’ve possibly texted the wrong number. Could you have copied the number from the sticky note to your phone incorrectly?

Before you could come up with an answer though, your phone buzzed again.

Lol sorry that probably sounded super creepy but yeah I think you’ve got the wrong number

You laughed at the person’s reply. True, it was a bit odd that they responded to a wrong number text with a lesson in music theory, but it was also really funny.

Haha, don’t worry it’s not creepy,” You lied in your response, “This is gonna sound even creepier: do you know music theory? Because I need a tutor… And I would rather ANYONE than the girl I’m supposed to be texting right now.

Wow is she really that bad?” The person asked.

YES,” You answered, “So bad that I’d rather learn from a totally random stranger…

Heh well I’ve got 2 hours to kill in the car so… What do you wanna know?

Um, let’s start with your name…?

Oh! Yeah sorry my name is Wonwoo. Yours?

(Y/N). And thanks a lot for helping me. I know the circumstances are really strange…

Don’t mention it! I like to think I’m quite knowledgable in music theory so I’ll try to answer any questions you might have. Ask away! :)

And just like that, something sprouted. You didn’t know what it was, but it felt natural, like a new connection that you were excited to make. Talking to him felt… Normal? Even though he was obviously just a complete stranger and you had no idea why you kept talking to him, he was interesting. And intelligent. He actually did help a lot with your theory class. You ditched the peer tutor almost immediately after that day, and managed to ace the next test with Wonwoo’s guidance.

Although you hadn’t talked to him in a few days, you decided to text him again, to thank him for his help.

Hey! How was your day? I just wanted to let you know that I did well on my test! Thanks for your help :)

Unexpectedly, Wonwoo did something that he usually never did. He responded right away, and with a text that was also rather unusual.

That’s great!! I’m so happy for you :) and this might seem pretty sudden but do you wanna video chat? I’m gonna have to spend some time waiting so if you’ve got nothing to do we could talk on facetime…

You weren’t doing anything particularly important; you were merely sat in your bedroom wasting time on the internet. Even still, you were a bit iffy about video chatting with Wonwoo. Maybe a bit unreasonably though, as you had been texting him for weeks without knowing anything about him, besides that he likes theory.

Um… Sure, why not?” You replied, although you were still a little unsure of the idea.

You braced yourself for this moment, sighing audibly as your phone began buzzing again, this time with a facetime notification.

You answered the call, the phone screen revealing two boys. They both seemed to be wearing makeup, one of them looked slightly older and had darker hair, the younger-looking boy had fuller cheeks and bleached hair. As your image appeared on their screen, all four of their eyes widened, in what you could only imagine was surprise. Though you hoped they were pleasantly surprised.

“Um, hi,” You started, rather awkwardly, “Is one of you Wonwoo?”

The two boys both paused for a minute, before the older responded, “I am.”

His voice was very deep, although it sounded as if he was trying very hard to make it sound that way.

“Oh, hi, Wonwoo.” You waved to the camera with a shy smile.

The younger of the two chimed in, “My name is Mingyu! I’m Wonwoo’s friend.”

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” You greeted Mingyu.

At this time, you noticed that there were numerous other people walking around in the background. Some of them were women; slightly older-looking than Wonwoo and Mingyu. There were also other boys in the room, some older-looking and some younger-looking. One particularly handsome boy sitting in the background caught your attention. He sat idly on the couch behind Wonwoo and Mingyu, but when he looked up, he saw Wonwoo holding the phone and came rushing to him.

“What are you doing?” Asked the boy who was reading, giving Wonwoo a quick flick to the side of the head.

“Seokmin, get out of here!” Wonwoo exclaimed.

Mingyu seemed to be laughing very hard, as the boy Wonwoo called “Seokmin” took the phone. Wonwoo and Mingyu got up, allowing Seokmin to sit in their place. He examined the phone screen, perhaps checking the caller ID. As soon as he saw it, his eyes too widened.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, his voice sounding genuinely deep.

“Hello? Your name is Seokmin right?” You asked, not sure what to make of the situation.

He simply laughed in response, “No, my friends over there were just messing around. Their names are Seokmin and Seungkwan, mine is Wonwoo.”

You nodded in understanding, but quickly, as you didn’t want the conversation to go silent for too long.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to finally meet you.” You offered another shy smile.

He sent you one in return, blushing slightly, “Uh, yeah, sorry about those guys. I guess they were bored. We’re supposed to be waiting in here for a while so they were probably just trying to kill some time.”

“Oh yeah, I wanted to ask where you were, but I didn’t want to seem creepy.” You replied with an airy chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it,” He laughed, though it was clear that he was still a bit awkward, “If we didn’t say so much creepy stuff, we wouldn’t even know each other.”

“Well, I guess that is true. So, where are you and your friends?”

“Right now, we’re in a waiting room at Music Bank. There’s pretty much nothing to do here.”

“Music Bank? Are you guys watching the performances?”

“No… We’re in a performance.”

Your mouth dropping slightly and your eyes bursting from their sockets, you asked, “Which performance? Are you in a band?”

“Yeah, I’m in a band called Seventeen. We’re still kind of new, but, I’d say we’re decently popular. Though we’re obviously not popular enough, since some people still don’t know who we are.”

He raised one eyebrow playfully, pretending to be mad at you. You couldn’t help but feel your head heat up, this time a pink blush spreading across your cheeks. All this time you’d been talking to someone, and you hadn’t even realized that they were famous? That’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Wonwoo must have sensed your discomfort, as he chuckled slightly, “Hey, don’t sweat it. You know now.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I feel a little bad that I didn’t at least know Seventeen. Wasn’t it kind of weird when I didn’t recognize your name? You must’ve thought I was so clueless.”

“No, not at all. It was actually kind of nice talking to someone that only knew me as a person, not as an idol. It was really refreshing.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad I could… Refresh you?”

Both of your heads immediately hung; yours in regret and his in laughter. Your cheeks flushed pink again, as your shoulders shuddered and cringed.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologized while laughing, “This whole time we’ve been talking has just been a series of me acting really creepy. I swear I’m less awkward in person.”

Wonwoo paused for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something. But almost immediately after the idea came to his head, he visibly disregarded it, snapping himself out of his thoughts and focusing on the conversation again.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke before him, “What were you thinking about?”

He instinctively smiled, realizing you’d managed to read his facial expressions perfectly.

“What you said… That you’re less awkward in person… Would you want to talk in person someday?” He asked.

The thought had crossed your mind, though you hadn’t thought about it seriously before, as you had no idea what Wonwoo looked like or what he would be like to talk to.

“I don’t see why not.” You agreed timidly.

Earning another smile from Wonwoo, the both of you went on to discuss when and where to meet. After a while of chatting, he informed you that the band was called to go onstage, though his beaming expression never dulled. You hung up the video call, pausing for a moment to process what had just happened. The moment wasn’t very long-lived though, as you suddenly remembered something, and raced to the TV to turn on KBS.

On your screen, was none other than Wonwoo and his band. You could even recognize Seokmin and Seungkwan as they performed their song. When it came time for Wonwoo’s solo, your eyes became glued to him, and you noticed that he still wore the same smile as when he talked to you.

Maybe texting the wrong number isn’t that bad,” You thought, “I didn’t think we’d share the same interests, but we did: in theory.

-Written by Admin Cali

Silver (BTS Members x Reader)

Originally posted by mewchim

General genre : Fluff, some angst, fantasy AU, smut. 

Author’s Note : Before anything, I would like to thank everyone who read and liked chapter 1. Chapter 2 might be a little bit longer than the 1st as I will be revealing and explaining at the best of my abilities each member background and past as well as how they happened to meet. It literally took me 8 hours to write this LOL, I kept writing and removing things, I didn’t want to reveal too much in this part. 

Summary : Jimin’s POV, some of Jimin’s background. Everyone tried their best to make y/n stays as comfortable as possible. 

Word count : 2.2k

Prologue, Chapter 2 part 2, Chapter 2 part 3, Chapter 2 part 4 (final).

Chapter 2

“I love you y/n, I really do.” He said breaking the kiss, looking into her eyes.

“I lo-” She was interrupted when they heard the door fly open.

“We really can’t leave you guys alone for a moment.” It was Jin “Namjoon just got here, we need to finish cleaning. Sorry for interrupting your moment though.” He said with a playful smirk on his face. “Hurry up” He said and left leaving the door wide open.

“Sorry about that. Get some more sleep, I’ll come get you once we’re done.” With another peck on her lips, he stood up and exited the room closing the door behind him.

Jimin’s POV

He closed the door behind him, tiptoed to the living room where he found all the members looking at him, ‘Jin must have said something already’ He thought. He ignored the stares and went directly to clean the first room with Namjoon right behind him. They started with Jin’s room. Jin didn’t have a roommate, he was the eldest and he was the one who pitched in the biggest amount to buy this condo/dorm, they never complained about it though as they were grateful for all the sacrifices he made in the past to take them out of that damned orphanage.

Despite his physical appearance, Jimin was certainly not 100% human. He was a half breed, Elf and Fairy as well as Human and Wizard, however he had no idea of his background, he just figured he was human. He inherited his healing magic from his father side (elf and fairy) and his looks from his mother side (human and wizard), but that was not all the magic he inherited, Jimin hasn’t found out yet the magic he received from his mother and hadn’t had a clue on how to trigger it either. When Jimin was born, he was banished from his homeland, Elves Garden, due to his father committing the crime of getting involved with a Human. To safe his son’s life, his father had no other choice but to take him away from his homeland and abandoned him, hoping he would survive. His mother, however, met a cruel fate. Her life was taken after giving birth as one of the punishments his dad had to face. The only thing that she was able to gift him before her death was his name.

“So.. you and y/n?” Namjoon spoke for the first time after they had cleaned Jin’s room.

“It’s not official, not yet. I guess, I don’t know. Can I ask you something? Why were you guys staring at me when I came out of the room?” Jimin replied with a harsher tone than he intended.

“I don’t know how to say this, but Jimin, haven’t you noticed how you act when she’s around? Even then years ago, you were always looking at her, getting lost in every word she said, it was painfully obvious. I’m not saying there is something wrong with her, god no, but wasn’t it too.. sudden?” Namjoon dared continue.

“Hmm.. I get what you mean, it might seem like it was sudden but there has always been something about her I can’t quite explain. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was captivated, it was as if I had known her before. Her warmth and smile always looked so familiar to me, before I knew it I was head over heels for her.” He said as they were moving on to the next room. “Does it bother you guys, though?”

“No, of course not, we’re happy and glad it worked out for you guys.” And he meant it. He never thought ill of y/n, he respected and loved her, he always thought she came to them as a guardian, as hope, as an angel. If only he knew.

An hour later they finished cleaning up the dorm. All that was left was to finish the laundry and folding it, everyone pitched in to help while Jin was getting started in the kitchen. Jin looked in the fridge thinking what they should eat tonight, browsing around in the pantry as well. He finally decided on making Jajangmyeon, he gathered the ingredients and started cooking. The guys were finally done with the laundry, the food was almost ready.

“Hey, Jiminie, go wake y/n up, the food is almost ready.” Jin said as he was cutting some vegetables. Jimin obeyed and shuffled his way to his room, slightly knocking on the door before opening it.

“Y/n~ are you awake?” The room was lit and he saw y/n on the floor, flipping the pages of a thick book, probably the scrapbook she mentioned earlier in the day. “Hey, there you are. What is that?”

“Oh, Jimin! It’s the scrapbook I made. I was going through to make sure I didn’t forget to include anything.” She smiled while flipping the pages over.

“You can show us after dinner, come on, we’re done cleaning.” He reach his hand out to her and she gladly took it, grabbing the book and her backpack with her other hand. “Jin made one of your favorite dishes.” They walked out the room, holding hands, Jimin carrying her book. As they walked in the living room, they heard Tae and Hobi whistle at them, teasing them for holding hands. Namjoon jerked his head up, throwing away the book he was reading and running towards y/n, holding her in his arms, making her let go of Jimin’s hand.

“Joonie! oh I’ve missed you!” She said hugging him tight.

“So have I! You could have told us you were coming! This place was a mess.” He laughed, letting her go.

“I wanted to surprise you guys and apologize for not coming the past 3 years..”

“You don’t need to apologize at all! You were in no obligation to visit us every year and yet you did, and I can guarantee you that we all appreciated your presence every time you did.” Yoongi chimed in behind Namjoon.

“Alright, if you’re sure. I brought you guys some presents! I visited a few places and bought souvenirs for you guys. And Jin, I finished the scrapbook I told you about!”

“Speaking of gifts, y/n, not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but why the fuck did you gift me a diamond?! I almost got jumped because of it once.” Hobi laughed. “I ended up exchanging it, don’t get mad though, I used the money to buy and open my dance studio. Thanks to you, I got to do accomplish one of my dreams.” y/n had no clue what he just said so she just smiled and nodded at him, she was glad she could help somehow. The rest of the night went smoothly, they ate Jin'n delicious meal, they played video games, they took advantage of y/n lack of video game skills. Jungkook and Tae taught her to play Overwatch and ended up regretting it, she was a fast learner and soon surpassed them.

“Yah! not fair! How can you get better in a matter of an hour” Jungkook whined

“You just suck, get over it” Yoongi said, he was sitting on the floor with his laptop on the coffee table, he was preparing for tomorrow’s schedule with the 3 idol groups. Everyone laughed, teasing Jungkook, he felt flustered but laughed along, it was just a game after all. “I’m curious though, how did you guys get so fast to the store? you guys were in Busan and only half an hour later you guys were here.” Jimin, Tae and Jungkook looked at y/n, she looked back at them, none knowing what to say. All four tensed up and ignore his question hoping he would just forget about it. “So? How did you guys got here fast?” He asked once again when no one answered. Jin, Hobi and Namjoon were also curious about it now that it was brought up. Jimin saw how nervous y/n got, she was still struggling to let the truth out, ‘maybe she is scared they will react like I did’ he thought.

“Well.. do you mind if I tell them y/n?” Jimin offered, winning a big smile from y/n, she nodded. Jimin went ahead and explained from the beginning everything he knew about y/n’s real identity. The hyungs sat there listening carefully, all with their poker face on. When Jimin finished, there was an awkward silent and tense atmosphere, it could be cut with a knife. Finally, they looked at y/n still expressionless.

“Stop joking around. It’s not funny.” Namjoon finally said.

“He’s not. He’s telling the truth.” y/n finally spoke after listening to Jimin. Waiting for a reaction that never came. “Aren’t you guys going to yell at me or scared out of your wits?” She asked still nervous.

“We love you y/n, we don’t care if you’re a troll. You’re still you. I’m not entirely surprised, you’ve always seemed you came from a wealthy family anyways.” Yoongi said.It made y/n feel a lot better. “One thing I’m curious about though, since you’re a princess, shouldn’t you be doing.. you know.. princess things? Like, I don’t know, what do princesses even do?” He asked, clearly clueless.

“I’ve been doing princess things all my life. Remember all the times I said I’d wake up at the break of dawn and study and practice? That was to prepare myself when I get crowned queen. It’s a bit different than it used to be, before my mom became queen all she really did was learn history, languages and you know etiquette. When I was born, the gods decided to “bless” me but all it did was push people away from me and even have my parents be afraid of me. With what those gods did, they set me up to become a guardian. So basically I’ll be protecting your asses and other people’s asses from above if that makes sense.” She said nonchalantly. All of them looked at how unfazed she was with all she just revealed to them. With all that said, they understood why she wanted to keep it a secret or protect them from the truth, still they didn’t look down on her but they didn’t treat her any differently, which she was grateful for. 

“So you’re basically stronger or as strong as a god?” Tae asked. 

“I wouldn’t say I’m as strong as one or compare myself to them. I’ve never seen them or be in contact with them so I can’t really answer your question.” 

Throughout the night they kept asking her questions about her homeland, the things she did, had to do and will do once she becomes queen. Jimin didn’t speak a word, he was lost in thought, trying to focus in the present and make the most of the time he had with y/n. Deep down, he felt like they wouldn’t last, now knowing what the future had in reserve for her, he couldn’t help but feel like what they had would only be temporary.

“Ah shit, it’s 2am. I have to get up early for work tomorrow, I’ll call it a night, goodnight kids.” Jin said getting up and headed to his room, locking the door behind him. Soon after Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi also excused themselves to get some rest as well, all of them worked the next morning except from Namjoon who was still in university and had classes early in the morning. Jungkook had fallen asleep on the floor holding his ps4 controller. Tae went and wake up him to get him to bed, he waved goodnight to Jimin and y/n once he got a grip on Jungkook and walked towards their room. Jimin and y/n kept watching the movie they were watching with the other guys but there was an awkward silence between them. Y/n couldn’t help it anymore but she didn’t know what she could say. She just rested her head on his shoulder, Jimin wrapped his arm around her as a reflex. ‘I can’t even stop myself from wanting to touch her.’ he told himself.

“y/n.. earlier tonight, were you going to tell me you loved me too?” He needed to know, 

“Yes. I love you too, Jimin. More than words can say.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m glad, it makes me happy hearing that, but.. Is it really okay? I mean, we’re both different and will it really be a long term thing? You’re also becoming queen someday, I’m not a prince and I can’t compete with one, please tell me now so I can prepare my-” He was stopped mid-sentence by y/n lips. She pressed her lips on his, kissing him gently, lovingly. Their lips molded perfectly into each others, kissing long and passionately. Y/n broke the kiss, trying to catch her breath before placing another peck on his swollen lips. 

“You’re scared that I will stop loving you because you’re not a prince?” she asked.

“I’m scared that I will lose you, I’m so scared that I feel my heart breaking already. I’m no angel, I’m no prince. I’m just.. Jimin. I don’t even know what I am or if I am anything.” He looked at her tightening his grip on her.

“Then.. be my prince, become my king. Be my everything.” she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Hey guys, Rick here. Long story short my parents have kicked me out and basically cut me off. It might seem sudden since I’ve never publicly talked about them, but Morty and June know the details. Take this as an indefinite hiatus, I need to recuperate and find jobs to support myself as well as find a way to get a permanent roof over my head. Discord is out of the question since my net connection is unstable most of the time. My personal is never used. I don’t mind giving out my personal handphone number assuming we’re mutuals.

When I get some stability coming in I’ll update soon, and maybe get some commissions running if I can.

Otherwise thanks so much for sticking around to see the blog, I’m sorry for the short notice and hope you’ll still stay around.

anonymous asked:

hey chen! I keep having feelings of isolating myself and cutting people off so i was wondering if you have any advice for this type of behavior? I feel like im 'seeking attention" but in reality i just feel burnt out talking to people

aww bab… i know EXACTLY how you feel :( i’ve been so preoccupied with my depression it feels like i only have space for a maximum of 2 people per day and i’ve lost like ALL my friends as a result, you know? i just feel like i can’t upkeep or maintain my relationships with absolutely anyone and i’ve been extremely isolated for the past year or so. i can’t even answer asks these days and it makes me feel horrible! so i know what you mean and i want you to know that you’re not alone.

it’s not attention seeking and i don’t think anyone would ever think that about you! i know it can seem like attention-drawing behavior if you’re used to being a dedicated friend and you’re always around the people you care about, so a sudden change in that might seem dramatic to those close to you… but if you feel like you need time to yourself, the best advice i can give you is to follow that intuition! but if you want to, be sure to tell the people around you that you don’t feel like talking or being social, you know? the people who care about you will really, truly understand and give you whatever time you need.

unfortunately i don’t really have good advice for this since it’s something i struggle with on a day-to-day basis myself… but i will tell you this! sometimes i push myself to make conversations and push past that feeling, like it’s some sort of task to talk to other people that i should feel proud of completing but… talking to people shouldn’t have to feel like a chore, i’ve realized. i don’t feel any better after doing that on days when i don’t want to. i just end up feeling really, really drained. people who push to talk to you when you already told them you’re not in a good headspace to do that will just demand more emotional labor than you can supply, and whether they realize that or not, it’s selfish! so be careful of the people around you who drain you, even if it sounds cruel.

overall, i really hope you feel better. the most important thing is that you take care of yourself, and make time for you. keep those you love the most closest to you, and don’t stress yourself trying to provide for others. i know this will pass, so take as much time to heal as you need. ♥ i’m really proud of you

Post-BBMAs Dedication Post

Dear BTS,
Yesterday was a historical day, you and us, created together. A really happy occasion but can be an overwhelming one too. I don’t want to make this sound sad, what I want is to let you see the journey we went through before yesterday and why it was so meaningful, emotionally meaningful to us, especially to all 7 of you. 

What brought you to this pedestal was not us, it was you, your dream, your passion, your drive, your hard work, your love. All we did was support you in ways that we can—voting.  In the first place, we wouldn’t be able to do so if BTS were not nominated. It was all down to 7 of you.

Now more people in the world will recognize you, not only as someone cool and nice but as SOMEONE WHO MADE HISTORY. A group so amazing it broke all barriers and paved way for something big—-somewhere no one has reached before.

Everything right now might seem to good to be real, the sudden recognition around the world——every news outlet, everyone seems to be talking about BTS. We don’t know how long will it last, but we will try our best to make sure that this is just the beginning for bigger opportunities for you.

And this new found fame, will surely give us more happiness, more achievements, more moments together! But also more obstacles to conquer. There might be more hate, more criticism and more conflicts but we’ll always be with you.

We are ready to take on this new journey with all 7 of you, because we love you, as much as you love us. Probably even more.

It doesn’t really matter if we love you more, or at least we think we do. We’ll continue to love you unconditionally, whether you are aware of our existence as a person or not. It is enough for us to cheer from afar and see you soaring high—knowing that we have been part of your success, even just a little.

Someday, maybe SOON, you and I will hear random people on the streets say

“I’ve seen a wonderful group and they’re called BTS”.

And I, we, will know that we made it. We did it. 

How many times did you thank us yesterday? Countless times.

All of it sounded so sincere. Even in between shows, you made time for us, ensuring we know how much you appreciated our support, not even once did you claim the honor for yourself, you repeated again and again “It’s all thanks to ARMY”. 

This will be your greatest difference from all other artists, your genuine love for us. That humbleness that never change. You will always be our singer, our BTS. And we will always be your support, your ARMY.

Till the end.

Your time may pass, and these things might become just a faded memory but it will be kept in our hearts forever. That on 21st May 2017, the first ever KPOP group stood in front of all international artists, the resounding of screams, the standing ovation, the speech, the history made—-is a story to be passed down for generations to come. To motivate. To inspire.

Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook——–You are not just a small piece of the puzzle. Your very existence is so huge it affected our lives in ways you will never imagine. You inspired us, helped us, comforted us, brought us so much joy and happiness. SAVED US.

Lastly, when I, we, hear the word “Hwayang Yeonhwa”, to us, it means BTS.

Because every memory we had, and will have with you, is The Most Beautiful Moment in Our Lives.



anonymous asked:

How the hosts would ask their s/o to move in with them?

Tamaki: He would be nervous, at first. He’d be certain that they’d say yes, but it wouldn’t stop his nerves from shooting up. He’d gently take them aside, holding onto both of their hands as he said, “we’ve been together for a while now, and I’d really like it if you could stay here with me. If it’s not too soon, of course.”

Kyoya: It’d be something that was on his mind for a while. He would’ve worked out all the pros and cons already, finding this to be the most suitable choice. Surprisingly enough, right before he asked them he’d feel a little nervous. He’d smile though, casually telling them, “we’ve been together for a while, it’s only natural that we live together, right?”

Hikaru: He wouldn’t know the words to say at first. It’d constantly be on his mind and he’d feel a little awkward about it. His s/o would realize this, expressing their concern, before his cheeks flushed and he bashfully admitted, “I want you to live with me, okay?”

Kaoru: He’d hope that his s/o would be excited to hear this. He’d be a little worried that he was jumping the gun, but he’d still want to be honest about his feelings. He’d smile a little before saying, “I know this might seem sudden, but I’d be really happy if you moved in with me. Would that make you happy too?”

Mori: He wouldn’t exactly be nervous, but he’d still be a little worried about something going wrong. Nonetheless, while the two were cuddling, he’d bring the subject up. “I really enjoy spending this time with you,” he’d tell them. “But I think it’d be better if you stayed here permanently.” 

Honey: He’d be bursting to tell them from the moment the idea entered his head. He’d probably come out with it not too long after, smiling as he told them, “I had a great idea! You know how much you like coming over? Well, what if you didn’t have to? You should just move in with me! It’ll be like the sleepover that never stops.”

When in Rome || Chapter Six || A Nocturnal Extravaganza

“It is a truth… that a wish for peace is no guarantee of its real presence, just as a sense of caution is no guarantee of any true danger.”

Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries
Characters: Phryne Fisher & Jack Robinson
Rating: T
Genre: Mystery, Romance

The opera! Things unravel a little more decidedly as villains - and dresses - are revealed. Have a read at AO3, if you have a moment!

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This might seem an unfeasibly sudden bit of character assassination. One minute, Lady Flora Hastings was known as an ageing spinster who divided her time between caring tenderly for two elderly widows, her mother and her employer. And in the next breath, she is the mistress of a married man to whom she has given two bastards. But the age in which Flora - and Queen Victoria - lived was one where such imaginative transformations were possible. The Prince Regent (latterly George IV) may have died nearly a decade earlier, but the spirit of ‘the Old Pleasure’ lived on, not just in memory but in the embodied habits of feeling. For every Regency rake who felt the stern hand of Evangelical reform on his shoulders in the 1820s and took care to adjust his manners and his morals, there were ten who carried on much as before, getting stouter, drunker and happier than ever to believe the worst of everyone. Historians tend to talk of the unbuttoned Georgians ceding to the straight-laced Victorians, as if these were two distinct cohorts, rather than the same people spilling awkwardly out of different clothes.

All of which means that a girl who had been born in 1806 (like Flora) or 1819 (like Victoria) might be too young to remember the sins of an earlier generation, yet still carry that past somewhere inside her, legible to those who knew how to look. Both girls had fathers who thought nothing of siring bastards as they circled the world in pursuit of military glory. Lord Hastings, part of whose family name ‘Rawdon-Hastings’ would be snaffled by Thackeray in 184y for Vanity Fair’s Rawdon Crawley, 'a heavy dragoon with strong desires, a small brain, who had never controlled a passion in his life,’ was believed to have had an affair with an Irish girl called Jemima Ffrench during his long bacherlorhood. The result was George Nobbs, born in 1799, an adventurer who ended up lording it over the natives of Pitcairn, where he did his personal best to help the South Sea islanders replenish their gene pool.


Victorians Undone: Tales of the Flesh in the Age of Decorum // Kathryn Hughes

Contextualising the mess that was the Lady Flora Hasting’s scandal, in the first year of Queen Victoria’s reign

Words and Actions

In the episodes ‘Kiss of Death’ (2.20) and ‘Kelso’s Serenade’ (2.21), Jackie easily turns to Hyde for comfort when it comes to her break up with Kelso. But in 'Kelso’s Serenade’ it escalates into something more when Jackie actually turns to Hyde and kisses him.
It might seem kind of sudden, these abrupt feelings Jackie has for Hyde. But upon further thought, it actually makes sense. I could be putting thoughts into Jackie’s head, but perhaps her break-up with Kelso had her realizing that there’s a difference between actually caring about someone and just saying you care.
In 'Kelso’s Serenade’, both Kelso (and Fez) make a show of telling Jackie how important she is, and how much they care about her. But they have done nothing to actually prove they mean this. Meanwhile, Hyde spent the whole day with Jackie, listening to her problems and doing his best to make her feel better. He never once has to tell her he cares because he proved it in his actions.
I think Jackie has realized this, and maybe this contributes to her seemingly sudden feelings for Hyde. In 'Kiss of Death’ she doesn’t fully understand; she just knows she can trust Hyde. But then in 'Kelso’s Serenade’ she consciously realizes the difference between words (Kelso/Fez) and actions (Hyde). And that’s why she chooses Hyde.

I, admin s., will be leaving tumblr again. I’m so sorry for being an awful author and owner of this blog that never posts and when I post it’s to tell you I’m leaving. After what happened on Monday my current mental state worsened and I can’t bear to know that there is a community that is waiting for my posts. For now, this is a goodbye forever. I hope I will be returning somewhen but right now I just want to look after myself and try to get out of what I’m in. I know that this might seem confusing and sudden because I never told anyone I wasn’t good but please understand that things aren’t as easy as many people think. 

I love every single one of you. Goodbye.

- admin s.