this video is three years old

charleecat-bat  asked:

2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 12, 13, 15, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, 42, 45, 48, 49, 52, 53, 54, 59, 60, 64, 65, 66, 67. I'm so terribly sorry for the amount of numbers, I'm in a video game mood and I'm curious. o: You don't have to answer some of these if you don't want to, just to cut it in half. ^^; You do what you want.

Haha, I’ll answer the ones that haven’t been touched yet. x3;

2. First game you played?

I was three-years-old, so I don’t remember the name. All I know was it was a Nintendo game of some sort that had a pinball machine look to it. My older brother was always tasked with babysitting me and my other sister who is older than me by three years, and he left his Nintendo game on, put the controller in front of me and said ‘have fun’ when he left for a second to do something. It’s funny…I was 3, and I still vaguely remember that back then. the others to follow were Mario, and Zelda (obviously), and I do actually remember hating Zelda, because I couldn’t understand what to do or where to go being so young, haha.

3. Favorite childhood game?

Mario and Snake-Rattle-n-Roll as well as the Sonic titles. Holy God, I want the Sonic 90s collection again. ♥♥♥

8. The game with the best atmosphere/scenery?

Breath of the Wild with how everything just reacts to either your presence or other creature’s about and the change of weather. I really loved that game.

9. Last game you played?

Breath of the Wild, though I am about to rebuy FF7 on my PS4. =P

12. Most bizarre game you’ve ever played?

I don’t think I really have one…I’ve seen some bizarre ones played, but I’ve not played any myself. I need to be more adventurous; especially with indie titles.

13. Scariest game you’ve played?

Resident Evil Remake and Silent Hill 3. it was actually because of these games, I would have vivid nightmares for a good part of my life. I think it was because the graphics were starting to get better, so I became too immersed into their worlds. There would be times I would literally have to sit in the save rooms, play calming music, and THEN take on the worlds.

15. Favorite animal in a video game?

Hands down, I will seriously buy a game JUST because you can ride a horse in it and this is what lead me to buy Ocarina of Time in the past, actually. I’ve ridden horses all my life, and I adore them. I even only bought Shadow of the Colossus to ride Agro. Too bad the controls on him sucked and I ended up focusing more on the plot (which was still hella good).

19. Hardest game you’ve ever played?

Dark Souls and Bloodborne, but I actually am almost done with Bloodborne. I stopped playing it because I got addicted to my writing and art for awhile, but I do want to go back and finish it off.

23. Favorite genre of video game?

That’s very hard to answer as I prefer psychological horror games and RPG types. It’s a juggle between those.

25. Proudest accomplishment in gaming?

There are a few, but I do remember taking on a raid boss in Ice Crown Citadel in World of Warcraft, and I was one of the healers left alive in the 10 man encounter as well as a warlock, and the boss was almost dead. I healed the warlock like crazy and right as my party member died from the hits, the boss did shortly after, leaving me the last victor which doesn’t happen often in WoW raids lol. People were screaming my praises.

Also, just getting far in a Souls game. I thought I would never be able to, but I love Bloodborne. <3

45. Do you like funny or more serious games?

That depends, because Undertale was funny and serious at the same time. I feel if games can balance it out, it makes it a unique gem, but I do prefer more serious games sometimes.

48. A game you’ve always wanted to play but have never gotten to it?

Silent Hill 2 and Silent Hill 1. I watched an LP of both, and I wish I got to experience the horror when it was new.

49. A game you haven’t played in forever, but want to replay?

Final Fantasy 7. About to correct that soon, and I wish the damn remake would come out! DX

52. A game you will always stand behind, and support no matter what?

Chrono Cross. People shit on this game for the dumbest reasons, I feel, and maybe it’s because I’ve played Final Fantasy games where the games having the same titles don’t always have the same characters that I can still enjoy Cross for what it is regardless of it supposedly being close in timeline proximity to Trigger. I love the whole concept of ‘your presence matters more in this world than you know’ vibe behind it. I feel the story is a lot deeper than people give it credit for.

Besides, Trigger was very ‘finalized’—Cross felt like a good direction afterwards, but naturally, just my opinion.

53. Your most immersive game?

Too many of them to really count. I feel I was more immersed back when the graphics started changing, because stuff was starting to feel very ‘real’ to me.

54. A sequel you really want?

To be honest, I don’t have one. D: I would say Banjo-Kazooie, but Yooka-Laylee is the Banjo 3 we’ve been hoping for (as well as a private middle finger to Microsoft from Rare). XD

59. A game you are looking forward to this year?

If Final Fantasy 7 Remake would come out—THAT would be the game. Other than that, not really waiting for anything that I know of.

60. The game you are best at?

Final Fantasy 7 and Ocarina of Time. I can beat FF7 in a week’s time easily and OoT, same thing (if not sooner).

64. Describe your favorite video game using only three words?

Rad as fuck

65. Any favorite screenshots of games?

I don’t take many but here:

66. Game with the yummiest looking food?

Breath of the Wild should have a food porn warning.

67. Most violent game you’ve played?

Mortal Kombat anything. I actually had to stop playing these because they got too graphic for me.

it’s always amazing to watch adults discover how much changes when they don’t treat their perspective as the default human experience.

example: it’s been well-documented for a long time that urban spaces are more dangerous for kids than they are for adults. but common wisdom has generally held that that’s just the way things are because kids are inherently vulnerable. and because policymakers keep operating under the assumption that there’s nothing that can be done about kids being less safe in cities because that’s just how kids are, the danger they face in public spaces like streets and parks has been used as an excuse for marginalizing and regulating them out of those spaces.

(by the same people who then complain about kids being inside playing video games, I’d imagine.)

thing is, there’s no real evidence to suggest that kids are inescapably less safe in urban spaces. the causality goes the other way: urban spaces are safer for adults because they are designed for adults, by adults, with an adult perspective and experience in mind.

the city of Oslo, Norway recently started a campaign to take a new perspective on urban planning. quite literally a new perspective: they started looking at the city from 95 centimeters off the ground - the height of the average three-year-old. one of the first things they found was that, from that height, there were a lot of hedges blocking the view of roads from sidewalks. in other words, adults could see traffic, but kids couldn’t.

pop quiz: what does not being able to see a car coming do to the safety of pedestrians? the city of Oslo was literally designed to make it more dangerous for kids to cross the street. and no one realized it until they took the laughably small but simultaneously really significant step of…lowering their eye level by a couple of feet.

so Oslo started trimming all its decorative roadside vegetation down. and what was the first result they saw? kids in Oslo are walking to school more, because it’s safer to do it now. and that, as it turns out, reduces traffic around schools, making it even safer to walk to school.

so yeah. this is the kind of important real-life impact all that silly social justice nonsense of recognizing adultism as a massive structural problem can have. stop ignoring 1/3 of the population when you’re deciding what the world should look like and the world gets better a little bit at a time.

Reunited AUs

”I still have you in my phone under ‘don’t call’ even though it’s been years and I just accidentally sent you a rickroll oops” au

“this is so unfair there’s this song getting popular and the singer sounds like you and all these lyrics almost sound like they could be about me but you’re singing about lost love and you weren’t in love with me wait I’m watching the music video and crying and hey that’s definitely you wtf” au

“oh my god i just hit someone with my car and it’s you hey i’m sorry are you okay please don’t sue?” au

“we’re romantic leads in a play and hey what ruined our friendship again OH YEAH THIS INSANE CHEMISTRY this isn’t awkward at all” au

“you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” au

“so i know we just reunited but mind explaining how your whole life went to hell?” au

“you just liked a three year old photo of me on instagram i didn’t even know you had an account” au

“something came up and now i’m really scared you’ll spill this old secret of mine please don’t do that” au

“i’m a nurse and oh my god what happened why are you here i can’t lose you a second time” au 

“did you know when you meet your soulmate ‘x’ happens? the government’s kept it under wraps but i just found out and i think we should try again cause i always assumed it was coincidence but that thing happened when we met” au

“i’m moving and i know this is a long-shot but want my dog?? you’re the only other person it ever liked and i hate you but i love it” au

“i thought you hated me but i just accidentally sent you a booty text and you accepted and i am seriously considering it” au

“so i didn’t know why you dropped contact with me and i just found out and here’s how i totally did not do that” au

“we’re texting for the first time in forever and i told you about some stupid thing i did and sent a sarcastic ‘you must really miss me, huh’ and you just replied ‘yes’ and i think my heart just broke” au

“our best friends are dating you’re still the spawn of satan though” au

“i just found out through social media/mutual friends that you’re gay/bi/pan/etc. do you know how many times i did not make a move” au

“we’ve been chatting online and we get on really well and oh that explains it” au (bonus: i totally told you about my crappy ex oops it you)


under the cut you will find, #158 faceclaims that can pass realistically as high schoolers and/or college students. i made this list because of three reasons: a) most of the lists i found were old and at least a good few years old so the ages are largely inaccurate b) and hence there have been more and more child stars that i feel that need to be added to this list c) and it’s about time we stopped playing ian, milo, holland, crystal, jack etc as high schoolers because let’s be honest rpc, they can’t. i love them too but let’s be real about their ages. most of them should have resources made already but almost all of them have videos etc that you can make resources out of.

please like/reblog if you found this helpful and if you have any more suggestions, feel free to message me! also i tried to keep the really overused fcs out of here but you’ll find a mix of underused, overused and neither fcs here. 

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How to learn foreign languages

Hello, guys!

I`ve said before I`m interested in foreign languages. I learn English and Italian only but I hope one day this list will get bigger. So, I wanted to share my experience in learning languages with you all.

At first. If you are not very organized (i am)  it will be good for you to find a school of foreign languages or a teacher.  As to me I prefer to study with a group. This way you can practice your speaking skills not only with your teacher but also with people whose knowledge is the same as yours. Better to study with people your age. So, my English group consists of three 16 year olds (I`m 16 too), Italian: 18 year old and 24 year old girls.  I feel myself okay with them all. 

Doesn`t matter if you have classes with teacher / group or learn language yourself you can use all of these tips to improve your skills.

To know any language well you have to be good at 4 things:

                              ○ Listening

                             ○ Speaking

                             ○ Reading

                             ○ Writing

Let`s talk about all of them.

Listening.  You need to listen and understand what you`re listening to. How to do this?

              • Watch films, tv shows, youtube videos, cartoons in the language you learn with subtitles. For example you start with subs in your native language, watch, listen, read subs and try to ‘connect’ them. When your skills will get better watch with subs in this language, to understand written text is easier than just speech. Also you will know how some words are pronounced.

              (I think everybody knows English speaking Youtubers or at least it`s not difficult to find them, what I can`t say about other languages. So I made two playlist of Italian and RussianYoutubers I like. Check it out if you learn one of them.)

              • Music. When 2 years ago I became interested in English I started with this. I was listening to the song while reading its lyrics in English, then in Russian, than in English and in Russian again. Repeat it hundreds of times. Or at least just listen to music in this language.

              • Audiobooks and podcasts.  You can just listen to them like podcasts or listen while you are reading (the same book of course). Almost the same thing like watching films with subtitles. You can find original book or adapted for your level.  

              • Exercises.  Buy a book or find on the internet listening exercises for your language and do it.

Speaking.  It`s quiet easy. Just speak.

              • With yourself, oh how many time I did it and heard that my friends had done it too. In the car, at home, etc. You can record it for the memory or to listen it later and find your own mistakes. It`s okay, if you are alone now, speak with yourself.

              • If you have a friend who learns the same language offer him/her to speak this language always or just sometimes.

              • If your lever is good start a channel on Youtube.  You will have to speak really a lot. There`s no other way, your speaking will get really better.



              • Learn lots of words. To know the language fluently you have to know many words.  So, develop your vocabulary.

              • Read and translate quotes, phrases and so on. It is not hard to open Tumblr/twitter/etc. and read some but it is helpful.  

              • Books, stories, fan fictions, blogs, etc. Just read a lot.

Writing. (spelling)

              • To improve your spelling just rewrite texts of your level. You can find more here.

              • Do lots of exercises. As I have already said you can buy a book or find them on the internet.

               so, i hope some of these tips i know will help ypu to achieve the success. 

(and i wanna thank my sister for being my ‘model’. follow her instagram!)

Dance Dads // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, domestic fluff, just fluff in general, parent!phan, jealous!dan

Words: 3.0k

Relationship status: Married

Warnings: none

Summary: At Emily Lester’s dance classes, she notices that some of her classmates’ mums like to compliment her papa, who always comes with her to rehearsals. Don’t they know that’s her daddy’s thing to do to her papa?

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Imagine: Tyler Seguin - Anything But Cute

Requested: Yes | No

  • hptc22 asked: Can u do a cute one with Tyler seguin where u confront him Bc he said he only wanted to date older girls and u are younger then him and ur insecure Bc u want him to think ur like hot not adorable and he’s sweet and blah blah <33

Word Count: 1,165

Summary: You watch Tyler’s “Barstool The Life” video and notice the part where he says he’d only date older girls… It preys on your insecurity a little bit so you decide to find out what Tyler really thinks about your age. 

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A 36-year-old female and a scholar, I’ve never been a video game person. DA2 fanarts a fellow tumblr user kept posting made me check YouTube for vids. Somehow I came upon DA-inspired songs by Miracle of Sound and after listening to “Age of the Dragon” I immediately decided to give DA2 a try. Now, half a year later, I beat it three times, not counting Origins (once, but I can’t wait to do it again) and Inquisition (needed computer modification, but finally a Trevelyan! :). I love them all so much!

Hello to the 30+ players and DA fans with Ph.D. or similar - let me know you’re here, too!)

anonymous asked:

I wanted to know who BHB was so I looked it up and it's the guy from snake bytes TV? I used to watch his show a lot as a kid and it's part of what got me really into reptiles. I haven't watch his show in years and I don't know much about him so can you tell me why he's bad? I don't want to end up supporting him in the future when I get more reptiles if he's a bad breeder

Here’s a pretty good post on the subject with just a few things he has done ->

I also want to talk about bhb’s leopard gecko care specifically. He keeps 4-6 geckos year round in 28qt tubs, which I wouldn’t even keep a single gecko in (in some videos it appears they’re in 32qt tubs, which is still ridiculous. Don’t cohab leopard geckos folks). His tubs are also filthy. I’m gonna take one for the team and watch one of his shitty videos to pull caps from. 

(three leopard geckos in a 32qt tub.)

(look at the amount of poop in this cage)

But Morgan! you say, these videos are a few years old! Surely he doesn’t keep his leopard geckos like this after being informed that this is incorrect husbandry!!

I hear you friends! Which is why i watched his latest leopard gecko themed episode!

(from the episode “$10,000 leopard gecko”. Note the SHIT. This is a 32qt tub and had 4 geckos in it. I watched the vid on mute because I cannot stand to hear his voice)

This isn’t even touching the fact that.. how on earth does he keep track of genetics when he houses multiple breeding females in the same tub and doesn’t appear to take any time to check who is gravid and/or just laid!

Remember! If you disagree with this husbandry you’re just a HATER and will be BLOCKED :,)

This post is already pretty long, so I will be making a PART TWO of “WHY BHB SELLING LEOPARD GECKOS REALLY PISSES OFF SUNFISH EXOTICS”

The Rooftop (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

(Collab with @nonstop-smashing-expectations)

Requested?: ‘Hi! Can you write a poly hamilsquad fic that’s very angsty and sad? Maybe the reader gets into some type of accident?’ 

Prompt: Reader has been missing for the past hour and the boys find her about to jump.

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Depression, Suicide, Angst


9:45 pm

Alexander was pacing the living room floor. His hands were feverishly running through his hair and he was murmuring to himself. Lafayette was scrolling through Facebook on his phone while he was lounging on the couch. John was in his studio painting while Hercules was taking a shower. It was a somewhat normal night for the four.

Except there was one person missing.


You were supposed to be home an hour ago.  

You were never a forgetful person. You always showed up on time for things, sometimes early if you felt like it. But you were never a late person. Yes, you disliked your job, but it put money in your account so you couldn’t complain. You were the Chief Editor for a local newspaper, meaning that you control what was or wasn’t going to be published. There were a few people on the editing team that tries and boss you around when really it should be the other way around. You were soft-spoken and had an anxiety problem so it was an unlikely job for someone as quiet as you. But, your boss liked your creativity and put you as the Chief Editor with no second thought.  

Your boyfriends were very proud of you for getting such a high rank and even took you out to dinner to celebrate when you told them you got the job. Those boys, they loved you to the ends of this universe and back. Alexander smothers you in affectionate love letters and sonnets, John loves to paint and draw pictures of you, Lafayette likes to cook for you and sing to you when you’re tired, and Hercules always insists on making your clothes anytime you grow out of them. All four of them simply adored and loved you and each other to no end. Not many people understood the poly sexuality and call it ‘cheating’ or something similar to ‘sister-wives’. Hell, your own parents disowned you for your sexuality and called you a whore. You ended up moving in with Alexander once he got his first apartment. That was a few years ago and you managed to move into a large apartment with all of your lovers living happily together.  

But, somehow, you weren’t happy.

Not with yourself.

You weren’t exactly sure why you weren’t happy with yourself, your life was almost as perfect as it could be. That’s part of the reason why you didn’t tell anyone how you felt, not even your boyfriends. People didn’t understand that just because you seem to “have a better life” doesn’t mean that you don’t have your own struggles.  

You were afraid that someone would tell you “other people have it worse, stop whining”.  Yes, other people may have problems that are worse but the dismissal of your concerns just adds to the struggles you were going through.

So no, you didn’t tell anyone.  

And that’s why you stood here, on your apartment complex’s roof.  

You had contemplated suicide in the past. You even made a list of all the quickest ways to kill yourself. You could hang yourself, overdose on Alexander’s prescribed sleeping pills, take a bath and then throw in a plugged-in toaster like in the movies, or throw yourself from the apartment’s terrace or the complex’s roof. All you knew is that you needed it to be quick and while you were alone.  

So that’s why you rushed up to the complex’s rooftop the moment you got home.  

You had been up here for about an hour. You had gotten multiple calls and texts from your boyfriends and friends, but you ignored all of them. You had put your phone on mute so that constant ringing didn’t drive you insane. You paced the rooftop, periodically looking over the edge. It was a long drop to the cement below. You’d probably die on impact if you were lucky. You had the urge to jump off, but something kept you back. A voice. Actually, four voices. They sounded like your boys.  

After sending Alexander’s twentieth phone call to voicemail, you opened Facebook. You rarely go on anymore because of work and your personal problems. You were scrolling through your wall, seeing all your friend’s celebrating birthdays and weddings made your heart ache. Just then, for some reason, an idea popped into your head. A stupid but somewhat fun idea.  

Facebook Live.  

You pressed the ‘Live’ tab on the status bar. Immediately, your front camera turned on and you pressed the red button. You wiped your eyes with one hand and fixed your hair. After a few seconds, you saw the viewers count start climbing. It stopped at four people. The chat came to life as well.

Angelica Schuyler: (Y/N)! What’s going on? Why aren’t you answering my texts & calls?

James Madison: (Y/N), is something the matter? You look like you’ve been crying. Did one of the boys say something to upset you? I’ll send Thomas over there if you need me to.

Peggy Schuyler: (Y/N)!! Hi!!! Are you okay? :? Do you need a hug??

George Washington: (Y/N), did Alexander upset you? Do I need to go into ‘father’ mode?  

You giggled weakly. “It’s alright, you guys.” You said softly, your voice crackly and soft. “Just stupid not important stuff.”  

Angelica Schuyler: Bullshit! (Y/N), what is the matter? Talk to be GDI! >:(

You ignored Angelica’s comment and switched the camera. You walked over to the edge of the rooftop and peered over, letting your phone get a full glimpse of the street under you. Some people down below had seen you and a small crowd was forming.  

Peggy Schuyler: … (Y/N) pls, tell me u aren’t thinking what I think ur thinking. :(

You turned the front camera back on. You took out a slip of paper out of your pocket and opened it. You gave a weak smile to the camera before reading.  

“‘My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I’m twenty-five years old and I live with my four boyfriends…’”


Lafayette was watching a video about the festival of colors in India when he got a message.

Angelica Schuyler: (Y/N)’s on Facebook Live.

Angelica Schuyler: She’s reading out her suicide note.

Angelica Schuyler: STOP HER.

Lafayette abruptly stood, ceasing John and Hercule’s conversation about anime and making Alexander stop his pacing. All three had their eyes on the Frenchman as he opened the ‘Facebook Live’ tab and turn on your live video feed.  

“… and everyone always says that I have a better life than others and I shouldn’t whine and complain,” Your voice came out of the phone’s speakers. “But I have problems too! I’m not an emotionless doll that doesn’t have stress or fears or insecurities. I’m human!”  

“(Y/N)…” Alexander murmured as he watched the video. You had tears streaming down your face as you spoke. You looked to be pacing back and forth.  

“A lot of you guys know I have this anxiety problem and that’s just not that. I’ve had problems with depression in the past, ever since I was a teen. My parents threw me out when I came out as polysexual when I was sixteen. I lost a lot of my so-called friends because of this. I was harassed and physically attacked by my classmates. I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself then.”  

Alexander already was racing to put on his shoes. Hercules did the same, handing John his sneakers. Lafayette turned off his phone and joined his boyfriends. Alexander was antsy and ready to go.  

“Come on!” He cried. “We have to get up there and stop her before she does something bad!”

Alex was the first one out the door, followed closely by John and Lafayette. Hercules was last and quickly shut the apartment door before running after the others.  

Alex headed toward the elevator doors, the elevator being the closest way up to the sixth-floor roof access. He was about ten feet away from it when he registered the “out of order” sign on the door.  

Alex turned around and ran back the way he came, grabbing John’s arm who grabbed Lafayette who pulled Hercules alongside him so that they won’t have to stop to turn around.  

Alex charged down the hallway, racing toward the door labeled “staircase level 4”. The old lady who lived toward the end of the hallway was trying to get into her apartment when she saw the boys running full tilt down the hall. She quickly flattened herself against the wall, sensing that something bad was about to happen, her groceries laying forgotten on the floor.  

Alex flung open the stairway door and started running up the stairs, taking the stairs two at a time. He had just gotten to the landing for the fifth level when his phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer it at this time, worried that it would slow him down, but something was yelling at him to answer it.  

He hit the answer button, putting it on speaker so that he didn’t have to hold it to his ear and run.  He almost dropped the phone in his hand when the voice of James Madison came through the speakers. “Alex, I know that we don’t really like each other but this is important. (Y/N)’s live stream just cut off suddenly and no one knows if she’s ok.” He continued talking but all that Alex and the others could hear was that one sentence.  

Finding a burst of speed, they reached the sixth and final level of the building which contained the roof access.  Fear and dread filled them as they could only hope that (Y/N) was ok.  

They finally got to the roof access and ran up those steps. Alex pushed the door open onto the roof and darted forward into the middle of the roof, opening up space so that the others could get past him. They crowded behind him, coming to an abrupt stop as their eyes scanned the roof.

John was the first to start sobbing, having not seen his girlfriend on the roof. Alex clenched his fists, tears pouring down his face as he turned his head away from the emptiness that lay before him. Lafayette threw his arms around Hercules, pressing his face into Hercules’ chest. Hercules stared at the empty roof in disbelief, shock flooding through his body.  

After a few seconds for his body to register what he was feeling due to the shock, he pressed his face into Lafayette’s hair and cried. He grabbed John and pulled him towards them, and he in return dragged Alex into the group hug as well.  

A gust of wind blew their hair around, tangling it with each other. The same gust of wind took the still open access door and slammed it shut with a bang.

The group flinched at the noise, turning around to look at the access door that was built in the middle of the roof.  The group all had tears in their eyes, vision blurred.

Because of that, they weren’t entirely sure for a second if what happened after that was true.  

Hercules had seen it first and gasped, and the rest of the group looked to where he was pointing.

A split second later, they too saw what had surprised Hercules, as you walked around the access door wall from the other side of the roof, phone in hand.  

Your face was red and tear-streaked. Your body was shaking from the cold since you were wearing only a tank top and jeans. Your phone’s screen was cracked but still working. You had a look of terror on your face. You were shaking not just from the cold, but from shock too.  

“H-Hi..” You whispered. “I’m still here.”

It was Alexander who broke away from the group and slowly made his way over to you. He slowly reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand. He stood still for a few moments, stroking his thumb over your cheek.  

“Guys,” He murmured. “Do you see her too or am I seeing things?”  

As soon as he said that, the sky opened up and rain poured down, instantly soaking everyone to the bone.  

You shuddered, wrapping your arms around yourself as the thin tank top you were wearing did nothing against the sudden chilly rain.  

Lafayette saw you shivering and he walked forward past Alex to gently wrap his arms around you, the others still too shocked to move. He smiled with tears in his eyes as he said in a shaky voice, “Yeah, we see her too.” He gently brushed the rain from your face as he said, “Let’s all go back inside, it’s too cold to stay out here.”  

They formed a small almost huddle like group around you as they guided you to the roof entry door, trying their best to keep the rain off you.

One by one, they filed through the door and led you down the staircase to the sixth floor. From there, they continued walking in a group formation around you, trying their best to provide body heat when their clothes were soaked as well.  

Hercules jogged ahead of the group to open the apartment door, get blankets and to warm up hot chocolate for all of you.  

The rest of the group shut the door behind them and went to change into drier clothes. Soon, the hot chocolate was ready and everyone was sitting on or near the couch, hot chocolate mugs in hand.  

You sipped carefully from the hot chocolate, sighing in relief as you felt the chill leave your body.  

Everyone had at least one or two blankets wrapped around them and you were sure you left a trail of water to your door.  

A short while later, everyone was done with their hot chocolate and was no longer that cold. The soothing warmth coming from the blankets had caused everyone to drift off into a light slumber, yourself included.  

Blinking drowsily, you looked at your boyfriends that lay curled up near you, with a smile. There would probably be a lot of things to talk about when you all woke up but for now, it was quiet and you felt at peace. With a yawn, you leaned back into the couch and soon fell completely asleep.

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BTS Reaction - They come home from tour to their child(ren)

Anonymous said: How would BTS react when they come home from a world tour to their s/o and their baby and the baby is super happy to see them and extends his/her smol arms and makes cute baby sounds?… I’m not crying :’)

my internet is back up!!! I was dying you guys, between not being able to do some reactions and watch my drama at the same time…


He’d walk off the plane and his eyes would immediately search the crowd for anyone familiar. You’d be standing there, barely able to restrain your baby boy as he scanned the crowd for his daddy. Suga looks around, obviously confused, and finally sees your face. A huge smile begins to grow on his face as you wave him over.

Sung-gi would see Yoongi’s face and immediately begin to babble, reaching his arms out to toddle towards his dad. Suga wouldn’t even be able to make it over to you and say hello before his toddler was running into his leg, latching on and repeating, “dad-dy, dad-dy,” over and over again.


The night before he got on his plane, the two of you decided it would be funny to surprise your children. 6 year old Min-hee and 2 year old Ji-dae were the light of your lives, and constantly, they would ask, “Where is daddy?” “How come he’s not here?” It broke your heart - and Jimin’s. 

As you fed the kids dinner, there was a light knock on the door and a smile threatened to reveal itself on your face. Min-hee hopped down from her seat, grilled cheese in hand as she cracked the door open to see who it was - after getting a nod of permission from you. Immediately, the grilled cheese fell to the floor as Min-hee shrieked with delight at the sight of Jimin. “Daddy!” She yelled, almost in tears as Jimin laughed and hugged his daughter. Ji-dae was excited too; squeals came from him as Jimin came over and pulled the baby out of his high chair to kiss his forehead.


The poor little girl missed her dad so much, and would look forward to every call, facetime or video message Jungkook would send. You missed him dearly too - to the point where you’d swipe through pictures of the years before when Jungsuk was born. “Mommy, when can we see daddy?” Your baby girl would ask, and the two of you would count down the days until Jungkook came home.

Finally, the day arrived that you and Jungsuk waited at the terminal for her father to get off the plane. The three year old was hopping around, throughly searching the terminal entrance for any sign of Jungkook when an announcement was made that his plane had arrived. You crouched down and held your hands against your daughter’s arms, “Jungsuk, just wait here for daddy. He’ll be here in a minute!” 

Jungkook emerged from the terminal and almost immediately, Jungsuk saw him and broke from your grasp, where she darted between people to fling herself into her dad’s open, awaiting arms. “Hi, baby!” Jungkook greeted, his suitcase at his side as he picked up his daughter and planted a big kiss on her cheek.


He’d surprise both you and his baby girl one day after getting back from tour. He’d quietly walk into the house, setting his suitcase down on the carpet. Taehyung would hear Taeguk say, “What day is daddy coming home?” and before you could answer, he’d appear in the doorway and say, “Today!” with his hands outstretched, waving cutely at his daughter.

Your hand would be pressed against your mouth while you watched Taeguk struggle to get out of her high chair, before running over to her dad only to grab him into a bone-crushing hug. “I missed you so much, daddy!” His daughter would explain, and Taehyung would look at her with such a fierce love in his eyes that you would tear up. “But I missed you more, baby girl.”


Twins are fun - that is, until you’re left by yourself with them for months on end. It was finally the day that Seokjin came home after a long tour, and you were looking forward to being able to see him again. You knew that the girls would be so excited, too.

It had been six months since the twins first birthday and they had grown so much. You heard the front door open, but the twins were so engrossed in their chopped up blueberries and baby-babble conversation that they didn’t notice when their dad walked into the kitchen.

Immediately, their eyes went wide and the two of them began to babble again, reaching their messy hands out to their dad. “Dada,” Jinhee squealed, letting another blueberry fall on the floor. “Hi, babies,” Jin cooed, coming over and picking the both of them up, one in each arm. “Did you miss me? I think mommy missed me, too.” He would say, coming over to plant a kiss on your lips.


You held the three week old baby girl in one arm and grasped Myungjoon’s little hand with your own, anxiously awaiting Namjoon’s arrival. You had just seen him three weeks ago for the birth of Namhei, but he had to leave again the day after she was born. He was the only one who held her that night - you got to right after she was born but you directed the nurse to let Namjoon hold her, only.

Namjoon’s son hadn’t seen him at all the last few months - the night of his sister’s birth, he was at Namjoon’s mother’s house so she could watch him. When Namjoon stepped out of the terminal, followed by the other boys, he heard Myungjoon’s little voice call out, “Daddy! Come here!” 

A smile lit up his face as Namjoon made his way towards you and your children, and Myungjoon ran to his father and attacked him in a bear hug. After multiple kisses and an, “I missed you too, buddy,” Namjoon kissed you on the lips and asked how you were feeling, before tenderly taking his daughter in his arms. Her big brown eyes were wide open, and Namjoon gently kissed her little nose as her hand grasped onto his finger.


Your baby boy toddled around the living room, stopping in random places to pick up a toy he had thrown or to cuddle his blanket against his cheek. He always asked, “daddy?” when he heard you talking about Hoseok, despite his obvious limited vocabulary. He’d coo and giggle when he saw a picture of his father, or when Hoseok would call and you’d press the phone to Hosam’s ear.

When Hoseok walked in the house that night, obviously dead tired, his son’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Right away, the baby began babbling and stumbling towards his dad, and J-Hope laughed at how cute his son was being before walking towards him and scooping him up. The baby boy’s laughter was heard around the house because his dad was kissing him all over, which made you walk out of the kitchen to see your husband finally home after a long trip.

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BTS| Ice skating

BTS Preference: You want to go ice skating

                                                                                                    - mi


  • *gentleman mood on*
  • would take you to a frozen lake or ice skating area  immediately
  • of course he knows how to
  • but you don’t
  • like what means balance ?
  • he would hold you tight
  • until he thought its okay
  • he thought wrong

Originally posted by queen-hipstoria


  • old grandpa would hate the idea
  • like where is the sense in sliding across a frozen lake and possibly break your bones instead of sitting in the safe studio and producing music
  • “please”
  • “no”
  • “please” 
  • “no”
  • “but i love you”
  • “no”
  • silent treatment and pouting from your side
  • “i don’t give a shit” from his
  • until he couldnt take it anymore 
  • “you take care of me when I break my bones”
  • when you stepped on the frozen lake, you would cling on him
  • “ what? your not able to do that? ”
  • would help you 
  • would be smug about it and would show it
  • would find your unability lowkey cute

Originally posted by australiassouthernbelle


  • would be worried since he knew that both of you were more than clumsy
  • but would do it anyways to make you happy
  • would get faster and faster since both of you were stable on the ice
  • until he got foolish
  • “look how fast i am”
  • that was his end
  • (I’m laughing more than i should)

Originally posted by bruisette


  • would be happy to spent time with you
  • confident until he made his first step on the ice
  • would cling on you
  • “dont be scared jagi, I just want to make sure that you’re safe”
  • you would laugh so hard
  • “ its ok hoseok, let me teach you”
  • our little scream queen would try it for you

Originally posted by teenwolf-over-everything


  • okay, i can imagine him to make it a totally romantic thing
  • like hand holding, kissing, hugging
  • of course while sliding across the area
  • people would look because everyone would sense how much in love you are
  • a night whith a happy ending ( im sorry im sorry i needed to write this)

Originally posted by myfriendamy


  • more excited than you when you asked him
  • would giggle all the way to the lake
  • laughing the whole time 
  • but would  actually be pretty secure on the ice
  • people would look after you because you were so noisy
  • taehyung would be noisy
  • “come on jagi, lets make a video for the hyungs”
  • you filming him
  • it never works when someone’s watching
  • enough said

Originally posted by hair-braids


  • golden maknae rises
  • if you thought about a romantic evening, you thought wrong
  • would burn for showing you how good he can hold the balance
  • woul even try some figures 
  • feels like the king, looks like a three-year-old

Originally posted by purpleshield1548

Remember This Moment (With Me) - Klance

Happy birthday to my dear Bobbie. You’re such a wonderful person, and through you I’ve met some of the most amazing people. I’ve felt a level of acceptance with you and the rest that I’ve never felt before, and I’m endlessly grateful for you and the whole group that you brought together. Here’s some almost-late soft Klance for your birthday. You’re my favourite non-binary Cuban babe <3


(you gotta listen to this while you read it)

Keith had been planning this for weeks. Lance had mentioned his high school prom once almost six weeks ago, and Keith had tilted his head to the side, blinking owlishly at him. He knew what a prom was, of course. He lived in the desert, not a cave in the mountains. He’d opted out of his high school prom. His girlfriend had just broken up with him to go to the dance with some other guy, likely one her parents would adore. He didn’t remember being terribly heartbroken about not going to the dance. 

But apparently Lance had not gone to his, though not through any choice of his own. He’d received a concussion while boxing and had been unable to attend, and he was apparently still bitter about it, if his whining was anything to go by. He mostly whined to Keith, since they were… sort of, almost dating. Maybe. Semantics, Keith thought. Lance knew that Keith only had eyes for him; he’d made it abundantly clear. Touched his hand at dinner that one night. Laughed at his joke about pineapples and baby aspirin (and it honestly had been funny, which was kind of the sad part). Put his head against Lance’s shoulder and actually dozed off just like that. 

And yet Lance still hadn’t started with the grand theatrics he always howled about doing for anyone he was interested in back on Earth.

Keith looked up at the transformed training room, his fists planted on his hips.

“Try ignoring this, buddy,” Keith muttered to no one in particular. Hunk had helped him add solid, yet temporary, beams that went from wall to wall, intersecting at different points, leaving large gaps between them and sort of resembling perches in a bird cage. Hunk, coming through for Keith once again like the genius he truly is, rigged up string lights that they twined around the beams. He mixed up some Space Punch and tiny Space Sandwiches with tinier toothpicks in them. He smoothed Keith’s hair back and pulled it into a neat little ponytail, much more refined than the sloppy one Keith usually wore when he was training. Honestly, if Keith wasn’t already completely gone for Lance, he’d be trailing after Hunk like a lovestruck puppy. But all of this was for Lance. 

There were no tuxedos in space, so Keith just made sure that his clothes were clean and neat. As clean and neat as three year old clothes that he wore every day could be, at least. Pidge had managed to keep Lance occupied all day with a video game, and was supposed to be sending him past the training room when she was done with him, where he would hear the sweet lyrics of ‘Can’t Fight the Moonlight’ filtering out from the open doors. Keith paced back and forth, nervous and gnawing on his lip. Hunk had assured him that Lance would love this, even more so since it was coming from him

“Does that mean -” Keith began, blinking at Hunk.

“He does, he just doesn’t know he’s allowed to yet,” Hunk told him. That had been yesterday, and his words kept replaying in Keith’s head, over and over as he tried to work out how the fuck he’d manage to confess to Lance that he was in love with him and then somehow dance with him all night. Or maybe he’d dance all night and then confess? Would Lance even let him get that far, or would he try to get an explanation out of him before any dancing even happened? Keith really wanted to tug on his hair, but Hunk hurried into the room just then and swatted his hands away, looking excited. 

“He just left Pidge’s room, he’s coming this way. Don’t mess up your hair now,” he chastised gently, smoothing a piece back. Keith looked up at him.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked in a small voice. Hunk chuckled at him.

“It’s a bit late for that, dude. It was your idea anyway, remember? But I am sure about it. I know Lance; he’s going to love it,” he assured. He gave Keith’s shoulder a squeeze and then hurried right back out and scuttled down the hallway. Keith waved his hand and pulled up a small holoscreen - he dimmed the lights and turned on the string lights that decorated the beams and ran along the floor in a large square, creating the illusion of a dance floor. Soft yellow-white light filled the room, and he pressed another button on the screen and the music started playing. Both Pidge and Hunk had confirmed Lance’s pure, unadulterated love for Coyote Ugly, so he decided to start with that. 

Keith turned his back on the door, looking up at the beams and the twinkling lights wrapped around them, at the little table where the sandwiches and drinks were set up at. The longer he stared at it all, the more deflated he became. This was pathetic. A mockery of prom, really. He knew what prom was supposed to be like - bright, multicoloured lights, a live DJ, a few hundred sweaty, horny teenagers grinding on each other, limousines, smuggled booze, ripped condom packages on the bathroom floor. Photos and smiles for the yearbook. What was he even thinking? He didn’t even have a cell phone that he could take a picture with Lance on. He didn’t have a corsage! Lance would want a corsage! The flowers would look so good on his slender wrist and he didn’t even think to make one out of origami paper. 

This was going to fail. Lance was going to laugh at him, and he’d just be consumed with heartbreaking, unrequited love for the rest of his days. They wouldn’t be able to form Voltron, and they’d kick Keith out for sure, exiling him to be with his own people (who hated him because he was a paladin, and they’d kill him on the spot). 

“Keith? What’s all this?”

Keith whipped around, so fast he nearly over-rotated to spin in a complete circle. Lance was standing just outside of the square the lights on the floor formed. His eyes were wide, eyebrows nearly vanishing into his hairline as he gazed around the room, tilting his head back to look at the criss-crossing beams. He dragged his eyes back down to the small table of refreshments, and then finally settled on a fidgeting Keith. 

“What is this?” Lance asked again, his voice curious and soft. 

Keith took in the quiet confusion in his voice and on his face, absorbed the open wonder Lance had as he looked at all the work Keith and Hunk had put into this one night. That was all it took for Keith to unclench his fists and sigh.

“You… mentioned that you missed your prom because of a concussion. I didn’t go to mine by choice, ‘cause I’d just been dumped, but Shiro and Hunk and Pidge told me about what their proms were like and how much fun they had at them, and I just thought that maybe you’d like to experience prom? With me? Since neither of us went to ours,” he rambled. Lance blinked at him, his face carefully blank.

“I - what? This is prom?” he asked a little breathlessly. Keith flushed, looking away.

“I mean, sort of? It’s a little tacky, I didn’t have a lot to work with here -”

“Tacky? Are you kidding me? This is space prom, Keith, it’s already better than anything I could have gone to in high school!” Lance burst out excitedly. He jumped lightly over the lights, skidding up to Keith and grabbing at his hands. Keith felt heat flooding his cheeks, but he gripped Lance’s hands back just as tightly. 

“So you’ll go to space prom with me?” he asked boldly. Lance grinned at him, flashing those beautiful white teeth, his eyes crinkling up boyishly. 

“Yes!” Keith smiled back, and then dropped Lance’s hands. He waved one of his hands and brought up the holoscreen again, gesturing to Lance.

“Then pick a song, one you can dance to,” he said. With an excited little bounce, Lance navigated through the list of songs on the holoscreen and finally picked one with a happy gasp. 

“Where did you get these? I haven’t heard these since we left Earth!” he said happily. 

“Pidge is magic, I think,” Keith said with a chuckle. An upbeat rap song began playing, something about boys and cooling systems. Lance spun around, a smirk on his handsome face, and he grabbed Keith’s hand. 

“You know how to dance?” Keith let Lance guide him to the center of the room, grinning.

“Absolutely not,” he said. Lance barked out a laugh, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut in mirth, and Keith was sure that his pupils actually turned into little hearts. Lance turned around to face him again, dropping a hand to his shoulder and letting the other trail down his own body. 

“Then just do whatever you feel like doing,” he said. 

I want to shove you against a wall and kiss you for the next two years, if that’s okay, Keith thought, his eyes ziplining down to Lance’s hips as they began to move. His mouth dried up and his eyes widened as Lance’s body began to twist and snap in time to the music. His feet brushed across the floor, carrying him away from and then closer to Keith, dropping down and bouncing back up effortlessly, like he’d just been out at a nightclub the night before, instead of at peace talks with a new planet. Keith tried to mimic a few of Lance’s simpler dance moves, emboldened by the way Lance whistled at him. 

Dark hands fell upon his waist, pulling them close together, and Lance began to grind on him, his body sinuous like a snake and moving like this was his job, instead of piloting a giant alien machine of war. Unsurprisingly, Lance was good at this, too. He seemed, to Keith, to be good at just about everything. 

They danced through seven more songs before Lance stopped, threw his head back and laughed, sweaty and shining in the soft light. “This is amazing, Keith!” he exclaimed, holding onto Keith’s hand. Keith felt his chest swell.

“I’m - good. That’s good. I was worried that…” he trailed off. Lance furrowed his brow.

“Worried that it wouldn’t be good enough?” Keith nodded. Lance squeezed Keith’s hand, then threaded their fingers together. “Keith, I.. No one’s ever done anything like this for me. This is perfect.” 

They stood close - close enough that Keith could have rocked forward on his toes and kissed him. He was tempted, so tempted. It would have been a good moment for it, so easy. But it wasn’t the perfect moment, and Keith would be damned if the rest of this didn’t go as perfectly as he’d planned. 

“This hasn’t even been the best part,” Keith drawled teasingly. Lance raised an eyebrow in question, his lips quirking up in a smile. “Close your eyes.” Lance pursed his lips in a little pout, but acquiesced. Keith pulled up the holoscreen once more and dimmed the lights a little more. “Now, when I say jump, I want you to jump up, okay?” 

“Weird, but okay,” Lance agreed. Keith poised his finger over a button on the screen.

“One - two - jump,” he instructed. Just as Lance’s feet left the ground, Keith pushed the button that turned off the gravity in the training room. Lance’s blue eyes flew open when his feet didn’t touch back down; he looked down at where he was hovering, and then back to Keith with a grin. Keith quickly put a song on play and grabbed Lance’s hands again, then pushed off hard from the floor, sending them up into the air. Laughter bubbled up out of Lance and Keith smiled at him as they sailed through the air, the music beginning to play around them. 

“Dance with me,” Keith murmured, drawing Lance closer to him as they approached one of the light-covered beams. Lance blinked at him once in surprise, and then his face spread into a smile so wide Keith swore it could crack a star right in two. 

“Charmer,” he whispered. Keith pulled him close, and as they neared a beam, he pushed against it with his foot, sending them coasting away through the air again. “Slow dancing with me in zero g’s? You’re smooth, Red.” Keith smiled, tucking his chin onto Lance’s shoulder, because that’s where he fit after Lance’s (hopefully final) growth spurt last year. 

“One look at you, my whole life falls in line,” Keith murmured quietly, speaking the lyrics of the song that Pidge had frantically told him was “so obviously the only song for you two”. He couldn’t sing, wouldn’t want to try to because that would definitely drive Lance away, but he could at least sort-of hum decently. Lance tensed up in his arms, but relaxed by the time the violin began to play. He heard him gasp, felt a hand leave his waist - if Keith had to guess, he’d probably figure that Lance was very dramatically covering his mouth. Keith smiled, because it was such a Lance thing to do, and he loved it. 

“Whatever may come, your heart I will choose,” he hummed. “Forever I’m yours, forever I do.” 

Lance’s arms suddenly tightened around his waist, and Keith’s breath hitched in his throat, choking a little on the last note he’d sung so quietly. They brushed against another beam, and Keith gently kicked them away from it; their bodies spiraled a little as they moved away from it. Lance bent his head down and Keith could feel his breath leaving between his teeth against his hair.

“Are you -”

“Shut up, Lance,” Keith huffed, a smile spreading across his face. Lance chuckled, and Keith felt his hand leave his waist and tug at his own elbow. Lance maneuvered them until he had Keith’s hand in his, and he laced their fingers together. 

“Okay, okay. Serenade me, Red,” he whispered. He squeezed Keith’s hand, rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin not covered by his gloves. Reassured by Lance’s reaction, he tightened his grip around the blue paladin’s waist again, and was further encouraged by the feel of Lance wiggling against him to get closer. 

“The way you love, it changes who I am,” Keith murmured. 

“This is really happening,” Lance whispered. Keith could hear the smile in Lance’s voice, and if he hadn’t already been flying, he felt like this could have given him wings. “Oh my god, Keith-”

“I can’t believe it’s true. I get to love you, it’s the best thing that I’ll ever do,” Keith hummed. Lance sort of spasmed against Keith then, gripping his hand almost too tightly.

“Screw the song,” he muttered in a rush. Lance pulled back just enough to put half a breath between them, only to lean in and press his lips to Keith’s. There was a fleeting thought of but the song is kinda nice before Keith allowed his eyelids to flutter shut and kissed Lance back. 

Lance’s lips were wildly soft, and honestly, Keith expected that. He didn’t expect Lance to be quite so good at kissing, though - he kind of thought that maybe all of that bravado would be just an act, or a front to hide his inexperience. Nope, no, he was being proved very wrong as Lance’s lips slanted against his at the most spectacular angle, smirking just enough to draw Keith’s lips into a soft pucker. The hand that held his released it and moved up to cradle the side of his face, and Keith clutched at Lance’s waist, fingers flexing into his shirt. 

Keith couldn’t help the happy groan that escaped his throat, and Lance responded favourably, chuckling softly into the kiss and licking plaintively at his lips. Keith opened under him immediately, sighing gently and wrapping his tongue around Lance’s. Despite the heat that pooled in his belly, the kiss was still so innocent to Keith. He could live and die in that moment and be perfectly okay with it all. 

When Lance pulled back, his eyes were bright and narrowed in a wide grin, his cheeks were flushed, and Keith thought there wasn’t a more beautiful sight in any galaxy he’d ever been to. 

“Is this your way of asking me to go steady?” Lance asked, crooked grin falling into place. Keith’s fingers twitched against his waist.

“Yes,” he said, straightforward and blunt as he’s ever been. “You’re allowed to want this, you know.” Surprise coloured Lance’s face, and he grinned wide and bright before tossing his head back and laughing, low and almost humming. 

“Okay, hot shot. You got me,” he murmured. Keith smirked and dragged Lance by his face back against his lips. Lance kissed him enthusiastically, all but giggling into the kiss, and Keith was definitely on cloud nine, if the clenching, fluttering feeling in his chest was anything to go by. “How’re we gonna get down?” Lance muttered into the kiss. Keith shrugged.

“Don’t know,” he mumbled. “Kiss me again and maybe it’ll come to me.” With another bark of laughter, Lance rocked back in mid-air, pulling Keith with him. They were nearly horizontal now, and Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s shoulders and kissed him for all he was worth. The song that Keith had been singing was on repeat, though neither was paying much attention at this point. Keith didn’t think he’d ever be able to focus on anything again except Lance’s lips and the way they moved against his own. Even when Lance pushed away from him, cackling and kicking off of a beam and sailing across the room, Keith couldn’t stop from staring at the stretch of his lips over his straight white teeth. Their game of zero-gravity tag was interrupted no less than six times by Keith latching onto Lance and kissing him breathless. 

Almost an hour later, when they finally touched down on the floor and turned the gravity back on, Lance launched himself at Keith, wrapping long arms and legs around Keith, forcing the red paladin to support him with a very firm grip on his ass. Lance buried his fingers into Keith’s hair and kissed him feverishly, like they hadn’t spent the last forty-five minutes making out. 

“I’m glad I didn’t go to my Earth prom,” he said breathlessly. Keith blinked up at him. “I’m glad this is my only prom experience.” He leaned in and touched their foreheads together, and Keith watched his eyes close, watched a slow, easy smile overtake his handsome face. 

“Lance,” Keith said softly. Blue eyes opened, penetrated Keith right to the very core of his being. He was sure that Lance was staring straight into his soul, and he hoped Lance could see every overwhelming, desperate, helpless, lovestruck thing he was feeling. 

From the way Lance’s breath hitched, Keith figured that Lance was seeing the same future he did. 

the whole idea of dancing in zero-g came from @jamthedingus and then @lancesexual came and punted my face into the sun with that FUCKING SONG so thanks u gay fucks.

Something really interesting about the worldbuilding of Harry Potter that is never outwardly discussed but I find to be extremely likely and often think about is that

Harry and his friends are likely going to see the end of the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy within their lifetimes and honestly, it’s already on its last threads while he’s at school. With everyone so busy with what Voldemort is doing, the entire Wizarding Community fails to see what the Muggles are doing.

It’s the 90′s. Our 1990′s. The internet is starting to grow and comes into nearly every UK and US household. Video cameras are becoming thinner, sleeker, more user friendly, and above all, cheaper. By the time Voldemort is dead, the first camera phone is only three years away from being made.

Yes, these things don’t work in Hogwarts, or likely in the Ministry either, and maybe even the biggest Wizard towns block electronics, too.

But Muggleborns exist. They exist and canonically are able to do uncontrolled magic, with eleven years of life before their questions about how and why are even begun to be answered.

It’s 2015 and there are more than a few eleven year olds who have their own cellphones, which now almost all come standard with cameras. Or they have older brothers and sisters who have them.

YouTube exists in the modern world and anyone with an internet connection can post to it easily.

Even if the Ministry has a new special division to monitor the internet for leaks, they don’t REALLY understand most Muggle technology and this isn’t likely going to be any different. They won’t be able to get every video and picture and post.

It starts with a video of some kid blooming a flower in their hand like little Lily Evans did in front of her sister some forty years ago. People will just think these are pranks, tricks of editing and lighting like that one guy does with his Vines. But then some other kid sees it, and recognizes it as real because they can do this same thing, too, and no one believes them, either.

Muggleborn children start finding each other on the internet long before Hogwarts finds them.

Hogwarts is still, quite literally, in the Dark Ages. They’re too slow. They’re too outdated. They can’t keep up unless they change.

The world is different and a big secret like the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy isn’t going to stay hidden for much longer.

Maybe not even “19 Years Later.”

the beginning

“we have a problem.” jimin sat on the coffee table across from yoongi and namjoon. “both of you asked me out. at the same time.”

“ah…so you have to choose one of us then,” yoongi said solemnly, nodding his head and turning to namjoon. “i’m sorry joon.”

namjoon scoffed. “yah…why are you apologizing? you think he’d choose you over me?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

hyungs,” jimin interrupted, reaching for both of their hands. “that’s what i wanted to talk to you about. i like both of you…a lot.”

“but you like me more ri–ow!” yoongi winced and massaged his shoulder, hand slipping out from under jimin’s. “that’s not fair. i didn’t hit you.”

“yeah, well you were being annoying,” namjoon grumbled.

hyungs.” jimin let go of namjoon’s hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “can i please…”

both boys mumbled apologies while cutting each other sour looks.

“so…like i was saying…i like both of you. and if–if you guys are open to it, i’d like to go out with both of you.”

“both of us?” namjoon scratched his chin and leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “like, dating us at the same time?”

jimin nodded.

“like…all three of us dating?” yoongi asked with furrowed brows.

“yes, but only if you both want–”

“i’m not dating him.” yoongi’s thumb pointed in namjoon’s direction. “he’s always breaking things and finding impossible ways to get hurt. i’m not a babysitter.”

“i think namjoon-hyung’s clumsiness is cute,” jimin murmured, but his words went unheard by namjoon who was now dangerously close to yoongi’s face.

“yeah? well i don’t want to date a twenty-four year old who stays up all night eating junk food and playing games like some first-year college student!”

“playing video games with yoongi-hyung is actually a lot of fun,” jimin said.

"at least i know how to let loose and have fun, you–”

hyungs!” jimin screeched, finally reaching his breaking point.

yoongi and namjoon jumped at the jarring sound, hands on their stomachs and chests as they calmed their nerves.

“you don’t have to date each other. you could both just date…me.” he gave a lopsided grin, eyes large and lashes batting, lips puckered into a pout. “well?”

yoongi cleared his throat and namjoon rubbed at his nose, both boys shifting a bit on the sofa, blush rising on their cheeks.

“i guess i could try,” yoongi mumbled. “only because it’s you, jiminnie,” he added quickly.

“me too,” namjoon agreed. “i could try.”

jimin flung himself into their arms and hugged them close while kissing both of their cheeks. “thank you!”

“since i’m the oldest, i call first dibs on kissing jimin,” yoongi said to namjoon as jimin pulled away.

“we haven’t even taken jimin out yet and you’re already calling ‘dibs’?” namjoon snorted. “how romantic.”

“how about we wait until after the first date to negotiate relationship terms?” jimin offered. “does that sound good?”

they both grumbled and nodded, though yoongi insisted that no matter what, age should be an important factor and namjoon quickly shot back, stating he was not only mentally older than yoongi but also bigger than him.

“i might be short but at least i’m big where it counts,” yoongi retorted.

yoongi’s “joke” wasn’t taken very well and before jimin knew it, the two boys were bickering again. jimin covered his mouth and laughed, amused by their quick wit and pointed insults.

while most people might find their constant quarreling annoying and utterly unbearable, jimin found their display of affection for each other endearing. an indescribable warmth spread through his fluttering chest as he watched them together–his two lovely boyfriends; anxiously anticipating the beginning of their newly founded relationship.
Anti-Semitic historian David Irving claims he is inspiring new generation of teenage Holocaust-deniers

Historian David Irving has claimed he is inspiring a “new generation” of Holocaust deniers through YouTube videos of his speeches.

The author, labelled “antisemitic and racist” by a judge in his failed 2000 libel action, said he received hundreds of emails a day from young people who back his views – many of them supporters of Donald Trump.

The 78-year-old told The Guardian: “Interest in my work has risen exponentially in the last two or three years. And it’s mostly young people.

“I’m getting messages from 14, 15 and 16-year-olds in America. They find me on YouTube. There are 220 of my lectures on YouTube, I believe, and these young people tell me how they’ve stayed up all night watching them.

“They get in touch because they want to find out the truth about Hitler and the Second World War. They ask all sorts of questions. I’m getting up to 300 to 400 emails a day. And I answer them all. I build a relationship with them.”

I didn’t know [any of them]. My manager actually asked [after my audition], ‘Were any of them cute?’ And I was like, ‘Nah. Not really.

Kaitlin Olson on her Sunny audition (x)

I love this. Not because she ended up marrying one of them, but imagine what little dorks rcg came off as. You go into an audition for a show, meet the showrunners/bosses, and something like this being one of the first things you see.

The three of them, not even 30 years old yet, just got their show picked for series. We all know how much time they spend laughing at their own show now, even in the audition video their laughing is pretty prominent.

I’m not saying they looked bad, just one’s first thought probably isn’t “wow, what attractive guys” 

Most of their pictures are laughable, and I love them for it.