this was done already i know but i'm doing it again because it's the best thing ever

Dead Girl Walkin’.

A/n: Yay! My first marvel fic, and of course it’s Frank, who else would it be? (Maybe Bucky….or Sam..) Points aside, I’m glad he’s the one to kick off this blog. Also big shoutout to @murdochinthetardis For beta-ing some of this. Anyway, Reqs are open, send in ask, blah blah blah.

Summary: (Set pre-season 2) After you get caught trying to do the unthinkable you get a thirty hour ticking time bomb of a punishment, and, yeah, It’s a miracle you’re not dead, truly, but come on.Thirty hours?That’s not enough time to do anything, well…maybe go see Frank. There’s time for that. Or, the one where the reader seeks a friend at the end of the world.

Word Count: 4.9K

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader.

Rating: E (for explicit, not everyone.)

Warnings: Violence, blood, Cursing, Frank is his own warning, Smut, I’m talking the freaky deaky. It’s rough, and Frank, bless his heart, is a dominant man if there ever was one. But also fluff, because he’s a sweetheart. Pining, God, you two are a mess of it I swear.

Author: Jada.

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It was an absolute fact that you weren’t gonna die a peaceful death. Yeah no, you were gonna go out one of two different ways. One, a Bruce Willis, Die Hard type thing with

at least

two explosions. Or two, someone else is gonna punch your card for you. Full stop. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, that’s it.

Frank threw a guess in once. Said you’d probably go out saving a bunch’a kids from a burning building or something, because you’re a soft ass like that, Sunshine, that’s why. He was three stitches deep on his right arm, and shooting you looks from his side of the couch. Ain’t that right, Sunshine?

Nope. Nuh-uh, not even close. You get a grand total of thirty hours, all Courtesy of Mr. Kingpin himself. Fisk. What kind of name is Fisk anyway? It sounds too much like Fist, or fish, either way it’s awkward. You’re just being pissy, because you got caught, and Fisk is rubbing it in your face.

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 3)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

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Originally posted by myloveseokjin

If there was anything that you should have learned in all of your years going to various social scenes, it was that you should never, ever smile at a man you didn’t want the attention of. And yet here you were, the dumbass girl who smiled at a man who was staring at her and was now was on his way to talk to her.

‘Great,’ You thought to yourself, ‘The one thing Yoongi tells me not to do, and here I am initiating interactions from strangers. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have my head for this…’ You tried to smile politely as the man stood before you, but you could feel the tenseness in your own face, so you knew that your smile looked absolutely fake.

“Now you’re a face I haven’t seen around here before…” The man hummed, his voice smooth as honey. You could tell that this guy was a playboy, whether he meant to be or not. With his boyish smirk, golden brown hair, and a muscular frame that you could see even through his suit, there was no way that most women could resist him, he was just that damn attractive. But you definitely weren’t most women, and even though you were attracted to him to some extent, you knew you had to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be good at all if Min Yoongi’s date was seen flirting with another man.

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mnemnems  asked:

Funny that I found out I was ace right before pride month lol. Anyways, would the Voltron Family do anything for pride month? Maybe involving older Lance, Pidge and Lotor with their two daddies (Hunk joins in too of course).

helena1205 said: Can we get the Voltron Family celebrating Pride-month?-or a little celebration for themselves as a family? They all have their own sexuality that is a part of the lgbtaq+-community. Happy Pride Month!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance was the very first one out of the three to join an LGBTAQ+ organization in college. He loved it so he invited Pidge, Lotor and Hunk. They had upcoming events for pride month and they were all brainstorming and Lance was part of the events committee. 

President: Do any of you guys know anyone who could perhaps give a talk about their experiences or at least just share something inspirational?
Member 1: Doesn’t Lance have two Dads?
Lance: *turns head* *whisper shouts* What the hell, Jack?
President: *hopeful* Is that true, Lance?
Lance: *turns back* Um, yeah. 
Member 2: We have to invite them! You think we could do that, President? 
President: Are they free sometime this month?
Lance: *pouts* I’m not sure.They’re super busy *looks around at his friends with hopeful eyes* *sighs* But I can ask?

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the master bedroom at 10pm. He climbed the bed and placed himself between his two daddies.

Lance: *looks up at the ceiling while lying down* *nervous* So.
Shiro: *puts down his book* *looks at Lance* So? 
Lance: *connects both of his hands on his chest* There’s going to be an event in school for my org. And. *gulps* We’re looking for speakers.
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Speakers. With an “s.”
Lance: *gulps* *nods* And my stupid friend—let’s hide him under the name of Jack Hudson—mentioned that I have two dads. And they asked me if you guys could be speakers and share your experiences as part of the community and—
Shiro: *smiles* When is this?
Lance: It’s more like, when are you BOTH free, if ever you’ll do it. I know you’re all very busy and stuff—
Keith: *checks his phone* I’m free… *scrolls* the week after next.
Shiro: *checks his phone* Don’t have any operations on a Friday that week.
Keith: *looks at Shiro* We could do Friday then.
Shiro: Friday it is. 
Lance: *looks at them back and forth* WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE. You’ll do it?

Lance was pacing back and forth outside the auditorium, waiting for his Dads. Pidge, Hunk and Lotor were already inside along with the rest. When they arrived, he ushered them backstage and signaled the president to begin.

President: For our speakers today, we have two Dads of our very own Lance, Pidge and Hunk. *smiles* One of them is a Best Selling author which I believe most of us have read his books, the other one is one of the top brain surgeons of the country. *muses* I know. What a very interesting couple. So let us all welcome Keith Shirogane and Dr. Takashi Shirogane.

Everyone clapped and soon Keith and Shiro emerged from backstage and the clapping kinda stopped for a few seconds because apparently everyone was staring at the two men (except for Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Lotor who were all looking at everyone else’s reactions). Both of them were holding hands while smiling, walking towards the center of the stage. Keith had his red leather jacket on, while Shiro wore a black formal dress shirt. 

Person 1: *whispers* Holy. Shit. They can’t be Dads. They look so young?
Person 2: *whispers* The one in red is so my type. 
Pidge: *looks at Lance, Hunk and Lotor* *smirks* It has begun. 
Hunk: *face palms* Every. Damn. Time.
Lotor: *chuckles* They make quite an impression. 

Shiro: *holds his mic* Hello, everyone. *smiles*
Everyone: Hi! *cheerful*
Shiro: *chuckles* Excellent crowd tonight. So, my husband and I— *looks at Keith fondly*
Everyone: *teases them* *whistles*
Keith: *looks at the crowd* Please. We’re already married. None of that teasing.
Everyone: *laughs*
Keith: Anyone here who are asexuals? Please raise your hands. *sees a few hands including Pidge’s and Lotor’s* Beautiful. *smiles* I’m ace myself. *places hand on chest* And I married someone who isn’t.

Suddenly the audience were a bit surprised and a lot of hands shot up to ask questions. They shared their story, from when they met, to falling in love, to getting engaged, to finally getting married and then adopting kids.

Shiro: The thing is, there will always be people who will judge us, stare at us like we’re wrong to be who we are. But please, don’t even let that get to you. Ever since I got together with Keith and had our little family *smiles lovingly at Lance, Hunk and Pidge* we’ve been kicked out of a restaurant by a homophobic manager, our kids had been bullied for having two dads. Every day has been a battle, but it’s a battle that we’re all winning. 
Keith: You get up to face a new day, you’re already winning. You put on that binder while you dress, you’re already winning. You look at your face in the mirror knowing you’re not going to take anyone’s shit, you’re already winning. No one, and I say no one, should tell you how you should feel, dress, act and speak except yourself. There might be bruises along the way, but let me tell you it’s gonna be worth it once you get back up again. *smiles at Shiro*
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand*
Pidge: *sniffles* What the hell. They’re still so corny.
Hunk: Pidge, use this. *hands a hanky for her to sneeze on* And Lance stop taking photos of Pidge being sensitive. Lotor, can you please stop him? Pidge, that’s my hand!! 

After the talk, so many people went up on stage to take photos with Shiro and Keith and they were both so overwhelmed. So many aces gathered around Keith to ask him more questions, while Shiro entertained those who were telling him they were such an inspirational married couple. Lance, Hunk and Pidge saw all of these and they were quite proud of them.

Pidge: *points at a guy beside Shiro who was smiling so wide* That’s the dude who said Daddy Shiro was hot.
Hunk: PIDGE!! *scandalized*

About POI’s accuracy on technology

As someone that’s “good with computers” like they say on the show, I’ve been watching Person Of Interest with my geek goggles on. What I saw was so deliciously satisfying that I felt the need to check on the Internet to see if others had noticed how accurate this show actually was. Surprisingly, I didn’t find many posts, there were some, sure, but I was sad it wasn’t praised more. So, I put together a list of the things I noticed were true or really close to the truth. [Geekmode == ON] Here we go : 

1. The most impressive fact is how Person Of Interest predicted the NSA scandal one year before it happened. In 1x22, Reese was sent by the Machine to protect NSA agent Henry Peck who wanted to reveal to a journalist how his agency was conducting illegal surveillance on a massive scale. In 2013, Edward Snowden did exactly that. 


2. The show once mentioned a dangerous virus called Stuxnet whose source code was in the laptop that Reese and Kara were sent to retrieve in Ordos by the CIA (1x20).

In the real world, Stuxnet really exists and is indeed a very dangerous virus. In 2010, Stuxnet reportedly ruined almost one-fifth of Iran's nuclear centrifuges.


3. In Person Of Interest, they like to show real code without explaining it. It’s just for fun, they know the general audience won’t care because most people don’t understand it but they also know that geeks notice these things. For example, they showed Finch casually manipulating the real source code of the Stuxnet virus in 4x05:


4. Speaking of Finch, you know how one of his aliases is Harold Whistler, right? We know that he chooses his aliases based on bird names but this one in particular can also be explained by Harold’s past. More specifically his teenage years, back when he used public phones to call people in other countries for free (3x11).

            Btw, the guy on the phone is definitely not French, horrible accent ^^

In the real world, the first hackers were called phreakers, they did exactly what Harold did using… whistles. The blue whistle Harold uses in this scene is the actual model the phreakers used in the 70s, crazy right? It’s in fact a toy that was found in Cap’nCrunch boxes of cereals back in the day. That particular whistle produced a sound that matched with phone operators’ systems and provided to the phreaker a free international line. So, Harold is indeed a Whistler and a good one at that.


5. Still about young Harold, when he built his first computer in 1980, he hacked the ARPAnet (the ancestor of the Internet) which is why he has been wanted by the FBI for treason ever since (screenshot from 3x12).

In the real world, in 1980, someone introduced a virus in the ARPAnet which temporarily halted its functions, they still don’t know who the hacker was.


6. Once again, about Harold, his struggle to accept his creation is already a real life issue. Scientists and engineers are indeed working on building AIs and are facing ethical and moral issues similar to Harold’s. The possibility of a benevolent AI is also mentioned as the only way to avoid a Samaritan-like AI in this very interesting TED talk:


7. In 5x01, Root and Reese stole a truck of Playstation 3’s to rebuild the Machine. I remember smiling at that at first, then I thought about it and figured it would probably work. Of course, in the show, they left out a lot of parameters that would have been needed to make it work and building it should’ve taken at least a day or so but I won’t blame them for that, an episode only lasts 45 minutes after all.


In the real world, the US Air Force actually built a similar supercomputer called « the Condor Cluster » using 1,760 Playstation 3’s. Well done POI, very well done !


8. This one is about Root and is more of a fun fact than technical stuff but still. When Root first appeared on the show, she was this anonymous and mysterious hacker who had managed to break into Harold’s system, which is huge considering how much of a “private person” he is.

So, what is all the fuss about ? Well, when you use a computer, you have a username, right ? All Linux systems have a default user which is called « Root ». So, the root user, also called « superuser » or « poweruser » has full access to everything in the machine. Basically, Root likes to be called a Superuser in her daily life. Now, thanks to my job, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t see root…

                                 Yep, this is me becoming root ;)


9. Other fun fact, in Linux systems, the « admin » user is like a common user, the root account is the only one who can modify the system. Just like Harold is « admin » to the Machine, she is Root to everyone (except Harold, I can understand why he always calls her Ms Groves, it must be frustrating for him to be constantly reminded that she bested him). She’s a hacker so the way I see it, when people call her by that name, they literally recognize her talent (even though they don’t know it), saying she’s so good she can access anyone’s system. Considering how the show ended, I’d say that her name is more than ever accurate… Love you Root, you classy, sassy, badass cinnamon roll.


10. Now, this cool trick that we use at work with my colleagues of the IT department: neodym magnets taken from (old) hard drives are some of of strongest magnets you can find. They’re so strong we use them to fix screwdrivers to the wall but they can also mess with electronic devices. This trick was used by Root in 5x07 to open doors which had an electronic lock. Root, you badass geek, forever in my heart.


I’m choosing to stop here because there’s just too much awesome accurate tech stuff in this amazing show to count!

If some people want to add to the list, or discuss it, I’d love to know your thoughts! [Geekmode == OFF]

First addition to this list by ellainthetardis:

11. When writing code, everything must follow a specific order, otherwise the code will act up and don’t know what to do. Think of HTML and CSS codes, which are what you see in web browsers every day!

The element in an HTML file (or root element) tells all the other elements in the code what to do. What order they should appear in, what to make certain things look like, etc.

So my first thought when I saw Root’s chosen name was this: like the person before me said, Root considers herself a superuser. Add to that the fact that she thinks she’s superior to everyone else, even Harold. Like a code in a string of HTML, she loves telling others what to do and expects them to follow her commands.

She’s always saying “Trust me” because she actually knows what’s the better option here. And also, because even though she thinks (knows) her mind is superior, she is still asking for other people to really believe in her. (And now I’m gonna go cry. Excuse me.)


About POI’s accuracy on technology 2.0 is now posted! It’s here : x

My Love Letter to the Eorzean Art Exchange

As you all probably know by now, this past EAE was its last. And there’s been a lot of discussion going around about pisspoor attitudes in the FFXIV artist community, and how the ONLY TWO people who ran the EAE were seriously mistreated.

This is a huge problem, and I’m very disheartened to hear the things that have been said, not only about the AGAIN, TWO PEOPLE who ran the EAE, but also about the wonderful artists who dedicated themselves to producing something for someone else.

You’ve probably already seen things about that. I’m not here to talk about it.

Instead, I’m here to talk about how much the EAE meant to me.

I wasn’t part of it until its 2nd go. I’d never really done much as an artist before. Drawing was something I did a lot as a kid, but aside from one lone art class in college, I’d never had any formal training. Digital art was something I’d never tried, save for a brief foray in my youth in which I dubbed it “too hard.” So, when about a year and a half ago I finally purchased a tablet again, my art world changed from something I farted around with every eon or so to a real hobby I enjoyed.

I don’t consider myself an amazing artist (does any artist, really?) but I hear I’ve grown a lot. And, it’s true. My art has come a looooong long way from when I first struggled with learning how to digitally paint. And you can see it in the EAE pieces I did. Because my first one came not more than a month after I’d first gotten my hands on that tablet.

There was no judgment in the EAE. Not from the process. I stepped in, fumbling my way through with all the exhuberant enthusiasm of someone who was finally getting to do something. I’d never done an exchange like this- nor ever. Most probably wouldn’t have let me in. But in the EAE, I was as much an artist as any, and I was given the wonderful gift of getting to do something for someone else.

It was the best. Drawing someone’s character as a surprise- trying to capture the essence and give them something they’d like. It was a chance to spread my wings, to try something new, and to give a little bit of myself to a stranger and hope they’d come away happy.

I think they did- or at least I hope. But no matter what, all four times I particpated in the EAE felt like Christmas.

Getting someone new to paint. Putting out the drawing. Seeing the gallery spread out like a showcase. It was a celebration of us, the artists, the people in this community, drawings so lovingly presented from all skill levels.

From all. That’s the most important part of the EAE. As adults, we can lose touch with our hobbies when we feel we’re just not good enough. We become harder on ourselves, the self-conscious critic that never stymied us when we were young and couldn’t color between the lines. And so, we disconnect, because we become so attached to the quality we fail to love the process. To love our work. And to love ourselves.

But in the EAE no one was excluded. All were welcome. Because we all are artists.

The, again, two people who put on the EAE never failed to put their best foot forward. They were some of the kindest, most understanding organizers I’d ever had the fortune of interacting with. I knew multiple people who struggled to get their pieces out on time for one reason or another, but the EAE was nothing but supportive. Even when putting together a truly massive exchange, and all for us.

It’s easy to underestimate, standing from the outside, how much work goes into producing a collaborative community project like that. It’s easy to take it for granted. 

But they did their best, and they did it well. And they gave this wonderful gift to the community five times, despite how hard it must have been- and how thankless such a job can be.

So, I’m thanking them now. Thank you for bringing this to us. Thank you for all your hard work, your passion, your energy. Your tireless support of all artists in the FFXIV community no matter where they’re at in their journey, your genuine care of others, your commitment in seeing your vision real.

The EAE may be over. But I hope your passion is not.

It really meant the world to me.

anonymous asked:

is it too early to ask if you have any headcanons on how yousef and mikael met/fell in love/first kisses etc? because i swear we've only had two photos and i'm so gone for these boys already!!!

HELLOOOOO ANON!!!

Please keep in my mind I only woke up a bit ago and it’s a Saturday morning and it’s currently raining outside and I’m tucked up warm in my bed so things will be all hazy and fluffy and warm and cosy AND HERE WE GO:

  • So, the first time Mikael and Yousef properly, properly, interact with one another is when they get paired up by a teacher at random to do a project together. Even was super upset because “Mikael’s my best friend come on EVERYONE knows this we work so well together?!” but Mikael convinces him that it’s alright, and as soon as this is all over, they can make up for lost time.
  • So, they’re paired up, and … well, they both don’t really … know each other, that well? Yes they’re in the same class but Mikael’s always been best friends with Even, and it’s always been Even and Mikael together only, no one else. Even if they both, Mikael and Yousef, are Muslims, that doesn’t automatically mean they’ll hang together, kinda thing. Mikael’s the kinda guy who only keeps a few close friends, but is very VERY good friends with them.
  • And besides, Yousef is loud whereas Mikael is quite. Yousef has a whole squad, whereas Mikael just has Even. Yousef loves sports whereas Mikael loves books. They’re very … different people, with different interests.
  • But they get paired up, and well, even though they /know/ each other’s names, Mikael still says “Hey, I’m Mikael”.
  • Yousef doesn’t reply, not at first anyway. He just takes Mikael in with a neutral expression on his face. Mikael, who’s stood in front of him, who’s smiling at him, nervously.
  • “I know you are.”, Yousef then says.

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Season 19 Renewal

As Season 18 went on, and I kept getting disappointed, all I could think was, “do the old writers and the cast also think the quality of the show is declining, or do they think everything is fine?”

Guess we have our answer.

The fact Rick Eid is leaving after just one season tells me that we were right all along. He was a bad fit for this show. Forget the scheduling mess, partly caused by the inability to produce episodes on time. He tried to turn SVU into a generic cop show, which is actually why I think he might be a good fit for Chicago PD. SVU was never generic. It’s an institution, and it was always about the characters, as much as it was about the cases,  as well as teaching the audience some sorely needed lessons.

Season 18 and its Struggles

In Season 18, the show lost track of that message. It’s not enough for Liv to sprout platitudes and give us Hallmark moments every week. A certain sensitivity and nuance is required, if you want to tackle SVU cases. Rick Eid lacked that sensitivity (if some episodes displayed it, it was because of the old SVU writers, in my opinion), and he couldn’t find that nuance. That’s why he effectively rewrote the same episode so many times. Rich white powerful man assaults rich white pretty lady. She is unreliable (or a liar, or a criminal, or it’s somehow her fault), and he is troubled. That’s it. We watched a variation of that, literally 13 times this season (I counted).

The T*rump episode alone perfectly demonstrates why Eid was a bad choice for SVU. The casual way in which Ice-T said it wasn’t one of their best, even though the (then) current showrunner had written it, that said it all. Showing women as liars is not what SVU is about, for me. Nor is it about showing rapists as sympathetic, or troubled figures, or innocent. Both can (and should) be done in moderation, in an individual episode or two, for the sake of a twist (or even realism, sometimes), but not all the time.  

Problem is, Rick Eid clearly didn’t know what else to do. What else to write. He didn’t know how to expand into non-rape cases, he didn’t know how to send the right message (and sometimes he’d even send the wrong message entirely), and (most curious of all) he didn’t know how to properly work the courtroom angle, despite the fact he’s apparently a lawyer, and the trial scenes increased tremendously in screentime. This season, despite its faults, could have given us a strong, take-charge Barba. If nothing else. Instead, he turned Barba into an afterthought who wouldn’t prosecute a single perp unless Liv told him to.

Season 18 and the Characters

This entire season, it felt like neither Rick Eid nor the other new writers ever watched the previous seasons. They totally misused Carisi, Rollins and Barba. They altered long-established portrayals. They changed these characters into generic cardboard cutouts, eliminating everything that made them unique (yet again, that’s another sight Eid might have better luck with Chicago PD). I won’t bore you with the details, but I’ve written about this many times, most recently (and extensively) here.

I mean, I remain baffled by that one interview, when Eid kept saying “the Carisi character” and “the Barba character,” like he had never watched his own show and he had zero emotional connection to his “own” characters. Which was obviously true, as it turns out. He never connected to any of them, except maybe Liv.

Season 18 and Liv

Which brings me to this. To me, it’s clear that another showrunner change would have to be okayed by Mariska (if not demanded by her). This season had some very strong Olivia moments, but overall it was not the best for her, in my view. The focus was on Liv, but what she was actually doing, it wasn’t always something I could root for. I didn’t like that feeling.

It’s one thing if she does something that’s supposed to be questionable (like Season 17’s Black Lives Matter episode, and the way she instinctively wanted to stand by her fellow cops at first) or “flawed,” but it’s another thing to have her badgering witnesses and victims alike into testifying, for an entire season. Or telling Barba how to prosecute his own cases. Or thinking she can’t have a personal life and a child at the same time.

That’s not who Liv is, to me. I hope we can find that Liv again. And I’d like to think Mariska agrees. The fact she wanted (or at least she agreed to) a new showrunner despite the fact this season was “all about her” is a good sign. She’s the star, and she’s the reason most people watch, but she is also self-aware, and she must have known how Liv was coming off, at times. She must still want the best for Liv, like we all do, and I’m happy to know that.

Season 18 and Sonny

Lastly, when it comes to Sonny, I just hope we can find the old Sonny too. The one with the personality, and the whole bunch of sisters, and the niece who drools on him. The Sonny who is fantastic undercover, and has great instincts, and uses his affability to nail perps during interrogations, and thinks outside the box to solve a case (actually that last part is still there, even in S18, thank God). The Sonny who is empathetic and hilarious and quirky and interested in medicine and photography and Möbius strips. The Sonny who came into his own, and turned into a confident and experienced and badass detective. The Sonny who has some darkness inside him, but doesn’t let it turn him into yet another violent cop. The Sonny who is real, and has real relationships with his friends and colleagues, and isn’t just “Cop Number 1”, only there to deliver exposition.

Peter deserves better, much like all the actors. It’s a shame to have this great cast, and this rich history, and fail to utilize either of them properly.

In Conclusion

I’ve said it many times. SVU has had terrible seasons before, but it has always bounced back. So I hope we can all just all pretend Season 18 never happened, even though that may not be eas…

Wait, that’s very easy, actually, because literally not a single thing happened in season 18. All the characters are pretty much where they were at the end of S17, except Fin, who is an almost-Sergeant, and has an offscreen twitter-grandchild.

So let’s just start over, huh?

:)

anonymous asked:

I LOVE YOU!!! You are doing so much more justice to this idea I got at 4am one day than I could ever imagine ever reading. You have all the reactions perfectly, I'm not sure I can truly explain how I feel right now. I'm just beaming at my screen really. So again if you continue you would make me very happy, I give you free rein of what to do with Little Stars <3

He’s so very little.

Obi-Wan’s not sure if that’s because he didn’t do what he should when he was pregnant with Anakin, because of Zan Arbor’s method of…conception, because Obi-Wan was fifteen or because that was just how babies were. But his hands are so tiny even compared to Obi-Wan’s fingers as Anakin clings to it.

A low curse got him to look up from the blue eyes to watch his Master struggle with the baby cot that the creche had supplied along with several boxes of things that the newborn would need. One of creche masters had already shown Obi-Wan how to feed, burp and change Anakin’s diaper when they were there while Qui-Gon was getting what they would need.

He was suppose to come back so they could show him how to bath him too at some point though they were satisfied with how Obi-Wan held him, called it a natural parental hold where Obi-Wan was supporting Anakin and holding him protectively without it being too tight.

“Are you alright Master?” He questioned at yet another curse.

Qui-Gon almost dropped the multi-tool in his hands, giving his padawan a wide eyed look. “Force Obi-Wan, I think that’s what I should ask.”

“He’s yours too.” Obi-Wan shrugged and hadn’t that been a shock, Anakin’s other parent being Qui-Gon, his master. The Healer who had taken the blood sample had given both wide eyed looks before continuing Anakin’s examination, shaking of her shock.

“I didn’t carry him and give birth padawan of mine.” Qui-Gon placed the tool down and moved to the couch, sitting down. “You’re still pale and worn looking even after the Healers.” He sighed and then smiled down at the wide eyed babe on Obi-Wan’s lap. “At least someones interested in the world.”

“He’s going to go to sleep soon. He’s just interested in a new space right now I think.” Obi-Wan glanced back down at Anakin before looking back at his master. “But are you okay?” He questioned again, knowing his master had just side stepped the question that his padawan had asked by using the situation.

Standard tactic.

Qui-Gon face tightened a bit then it eased when he sighed. “Honestly, no. My fifteen year old padawan got abducted, his rights violated, had a baby to term, gave birth in a barn far away from medical help and Force knows what could have happened and now has to take one of the biggest decisions of his life…and I wasn’t there to protect him from it in the start.” Qui-Gon felt like an utter failure. Micah and Tahl had already called to hear if the rumors were true.

That Obi-Wan…

“You were there when I needed you though.” Came the soft voice and Qui-Gon looked at the other quickly, Obi-Wan smiling a bit. “I couldn’t have done it alone and…and I didn’t notice Anakin either.”

The older Jedi stared at him before reaching out and gently capturing Obi-Wan’s braid, giving it a little tug. “When did you become so wise.” He smiled gently.

That just got a little smile in return before Qui-Gon pushed himself back on his feet and picked up the multi-tool again. “Alright, I’ll get the cot finished, he should have a proper place to rest and not just a makeshift bunk with blankets.”

Obi-Wan watched him for a few moments before looking down at the blond whisped baby on his lap. “…You know…I didn’t know about you…but…welcome to the world Anakin.” He smiled a bit, wiggling the fingers Anakin had a tight grasp on. “I hope I do right by you.” He added softly.

Qui-Gon slowed down a bit and glanced over his shoulder at the two. “If its any help Obi-Wan, you won’t be alone about this my padawan.”

“That is to great help Master.” The two smiled at each other…and then Qui-Gon dropped the multi-tool on his foot and started cursing up a low storm.

Obi-Wan sniggered to himself and gave Anakin a small grin as the baby squirmed a bit on his lap in response to the sound. ‘Just another day then…’

Ease - Part 4

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length3.7k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]
I’M COMING


The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.


“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”

Drat.


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”

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so i finally know what it feels like to be one of them, one of those EXO-L’s that can be with them and share a lot of precious and unforgettable moments.. like it’s 5:31 in the morning and i’m still not able to sleep. i’m tired but i’m still super hyped up :3

buying the global package for that concert was actually the best decision i’ve ever made, and i would recommend it to everyone. the price may be ASDFGHJKL but everything is so worth it!

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Cancer / Thelma & Louise update:

(Everyone’s calling it cancer now - i.e. the endocrinologists and neurosurgeons and stuff, so I am too). (Also I’m cutting and pasting from my Facebook update because I’m  too tired to rewrite for Tumblr, apologies!) .

Yesterday I saw the neurosurgeon, and things went about as well as I expected them to go. It wasn’t a total worst case scenario, which is if they couldn’t do surgery at all, so that’s something.

But everything else is kind of shitty, so let’s talk about that.

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Crush - Chapter 13. No Control

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: Things start to get a little hectic. 

Tags:  @iammarylastar  @badassbaker  @pathybo@mimigemrose@frecklefaceb  @beltz2016  @ariwolff14  @lauraaan182 @kenzieam  @tigpooh67@elaacreditava@equalstrashflavoredtrash@murmelinchen @feminamortem


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my soul is not satisfied

I was told that it was unacceptable to leave forgetting is too long the way it is, and, given the current state of things and my inability to imagine anything but roses and rainbows for these two, I kind of agree. but dear lord work had to go in before we can get there. 

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April

Heads hung and feet shuffled as the San Diego Padres trudged back into the clubhouse after yet another crushing defeat. Captain Mike Lawson brought up the rear.

The team was enjoying a miserable start to the regular season and morale was at an all time low. 

Mike would have to be an idiot not to know he was partially (mostly) responsible for the latter and that the latter had definitely affected the former. While he was definitely an idiot about many things, baseball typically wasn’t one of them.

He’d been at a loss when they first started down this losing streak and, seven games later, still couldn’t quite figure out what to say to pull the team out of its funk. Not when he was in such a rut of his own and had been since the end of Spring Training.

In retrospect, it was something of a miracle that they’d had an okay run in Arizona, coming out of the Cactus League with more wins than losses and a solid 25-man roster. 

Well, 24-man-and-1-woman roster.

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flatsound sentence starters
  • "Tonight I walked through a field that used to scare me more than I scared myself."
  • "I wish I had known you then."
  • "It was never death that interested me; it was the idea of an opportunity to follow a cold breeze that promised to take me anywhere but here."
  • "I’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life than to prove that it could."
  • "You were not my world, you were my universe."
  • "And I wonder if that’s what it feels like to die."
  • "Why do I wait, wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it?"
  • "I’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what I can’t finish."
  • "I sit here wondering if anything you said was true."
  • "We both noticed something had changed."
  • "I called you up again today and you didn't pick up."
  • "I didn't expect it to happen this quickly, you know?"
  • "I sit here and I worry about myself so much."
  • "I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy, I wanted you to be there."
  • "I know it's stupid of me to say that you don't care, I mean, of course you do, but I want you to care so much more."
  • "I can't be around all these people who all my life have tried to change me."
  • "I can't hide who I am."
  • "I will be happy for the first time in my whole life."
  • "It makes me feel good, makes me feel pretty."
  • "I will go to sleep; just know you’ll be in my dreams."
  • "If I cry, it won’t be because of you."
  • "You don’t have to wait or pretend that he’s just your friend."
  • "It scares me more than I'd like to admit."
  • "My only problem lately is I've got too much time so all I'm left with is that what's on my mind."
  • "I left out everyone and all I have at the end of the day is that what's on my mind."
  • "Say I came back today, would I have a spot in your heart?"
  • "I cheated with your ex best friend."
  • "You can't stand in my doorway for long."
  • "It's eleven o'clock, he's expecting you home."
  • "I'll walk you up the hill to your car."
  • "No, don't let go, don't let this die."
  • "I just need to know what I did to ruin this and turn your body cold."
  • "If you walk through that door there will be no us."
  • "I thought you were being distant."
  • "I did not mean to make this the worst night of your life."
  • "I need you to know what happened."
  • "I saw you walking by, you didn't say hi, you didn't even smile."
  • "You're not the only one who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit that's attached to growin' up."
  • "You said things would stay the same; well, have they?"
  • "I know you're scared, but you'll never get better if you keep running away."
  • "Sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better."
  • "I'm not in the mood to stick around."
  • "Every day I think about you and why you had to turn into my enemy, when all I need's my friend."
  • "Look at me and see how much I've changed since you left."
  • "Well, is this what you wanted, for me to admit that this fucking hurts?"
  • "I was never good at talking smoothly."
  • "Now I don't remember how you speak; I mean, it comes to me in dreams, but by morning, I lose everything you ever said."
  • "I'm not perfect, I think I'm quite the opposite, I'm nothing to adore."
  • "Perfection is opinion and nothing more."
  • "I'll be here waiting when your plane lands."
  • "Hi, my name is none of your concern."
  • "I like the way you make me feel at home."
  • "It wasn’t a mistake - so please dont think it was."
  • "I didn’t have a lot to drink, I just needed a bit for confidence."
  • "They won't find out, no one cares enough about it to run their mouths."
  • "Just please, when you’re ready to go, try not to make it so painful."
  • "Will you write another sad, sad song?"
  • "It's obnoxious and it's useless to fight a war you're losing."
  • "This might be your only chance."
  • "Is it you who calls the shots?"
  • "I don't know why they're choosing to confide in someone who will talk about anything."
  • "There are people who miss me and I don't know why they're investing all their time into someone with my history."
  • "Why did you say that I was one in a million? Because I believed it."
  • "I thought I had something that you were too scared to lose."
  • "I also saw how often you say goodbye."
  • "Things were never supposed to be this good."
  • "Nothing I can say now would justify a thing, just know I'm sorry."
  • "I just wanted to say I hope you're okay."
  • "You're already hurt, I'm scared that if you put your trust in me, I'll make it worse."
  • "You're still so young, you have room to grow into something amazing."
  • "You won't remember who I am."
  • "I can't live with the chance that this feeling's ever coming back."
  • "I don't hate you, but honey, this still hurts."
  • "I'm not dumb, I know everything."
  • "That liquid he consumes makes him speak the truth."
  • "Look at me, because I exist."
  • "It's a shame that we're not soulmates because if I didn't know better, I'd say this feels pretty good."
  • "You've been gone for too long, why'd you go?"
  • "Is this what you think it means to be responsible?"
  • "I went to class, you didn't show up."
  • "I thought we said that we'd keep in touch."
  • "So live up to the name you’ve been making for yourself."
  • "Last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can’t because you’re wearing fabulous stilettos."
  • "If I were the sun, I'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold."
  • "We’re fighting again, more than usual."
  • "I’m sorry about being me."
  • "I'll sleep on the couch."
  • "Bring me a cat to be my best friend."
  • "It isn’t like you ever said that you were committed to the thought of me and only me."
  • "I can’t believe I spent all morning trying to tell you I’m sorry about yesterday."
  • "You smell like the devil but you feel like the lord."
  • "I didn’t dodge all your bullets, I just denied that they hit me."
  • "If I told you I loved you would you reach out and touch me?"
  • "I wish we had just gone to bed."
  • "This could have worked."
  • "The best part of that whole song was skipping ahead to Nicki Minaj."
  • "I will not make the same mistake twice."
  • "I know you never really liked people, I didn't mean to make that worse."
  • "I still know the roads that take me to your street."
  • "I know I promised that we'd talk more it's just, I'm surprised you even want to talk at all."
  • "I'm so scared that you still think I'm the one who gave up."
  • "The plans we made were never mistakes, they just didn't work for us."
  • "You always knew the deal that we made and what this was worth."
  • "I'll go to sleep at a decent time when I find something worth waking up for."
  • "I keep checking my phone to see you haven’t called at all."
  • "I thought I was the best part of your life, now I’m pretty sure that I was wrong."
  • "You’re impossible to read so if you love me, come clean."
  • "I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free."
  • "I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home."
  • "It's my own body, I did what I wanted."
  • "It’s not that I don’t have words to say, I just don’t want to be the one that speaks them."
  • "Your only flaw is that you’re flawless.”
  • "I’m so full of shit, I’m surprised you bought it."
  • "Well congratulations, I didn’t know you two had made things so official."
  • "Don’t call me when it fizzles; in fact, don’t call me at all."
  • "What a beautiful sight to see you alive."
  • "I can't hold you responsible anymore."
  • "I'm lost now in the thrill of it."
  • "I just want to lay in bed with you."
  • "I'll throw everything I have into the flames just to make it last."
  • "There are reasons that I can't stay."
  • "I built my life around watching everything you do."
  • "I wonder if you're having fun."
  • "You said you were done; well, how done?"
  • "I want to believe that I really don't need him."
  • "I can't wait until I see your face and my brain feels nothing."
  • "I would never want you to stop your life."
  • "You were always a shitty friend."
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anonymous asked:

Okay but,,,, what would Katsuki's reaction be if Izuku had been killed or horribly injured while protecting him?? I'm sorry--

He’s in denial at first.
He sees Izuku fall to the ground, and the amount of blood that splattered across his face, and the puddle that would be pooling around Izuku’s body…and in Katsuki’s head he thinks: its not as bad as it looks, it couldn’t be as bad as it looks. Because Izuku is powerful. And strong. And he would get up, after Katsuki was done murdering that villain, and they’d both be recognized for their efforts.

Katsuki feels enraged and denial immediately. He steps over Izuku, who’s taking shaky, uneven breaths.
“Don’t worry Deku… I’ll kick his ass for us. Then we’ll go to the hospital. ” and Katsuki rushes forward then, going straight for the villain. He wouldn’t stop until the villain shed more blood than Izuku. Until the villain’s body was unrecognizable. Because even though he wouldn’t believe Izuku is harmed that badly, he had an uncomfortable ache swelling in his chest.

Izuku watches Katsuki’s back as he runs ahead. He feels tears swelling in his eyes, as he lifts a trembling hand. His voice is barely audible when he speaks.
“Dont go.. I just want.. to kiss you one last time..”

Because Izuku knows. His body is already starting to go numb. His hand thats lifted eventually collapses to the ground. His breaths are less frequent, and suddenly his vision is coming and going. He can’t hear whats going on around him anymore, even though Katsuki is letting off explosion after explosion. Izuku’s eyes open one last time, before closing again. They dont open anymore.. but despite that, he feels comforted. Memories of him and Katsuki start flooding into his mind. Their first kiss, their first dance, their wedding. The laughter, dates, and good times they shared. A smile kissed his lips, as his last breath is given. Katsuki doesn’t know it yet. He wont check on Izuku again until he knows that villain is killed.

And it happens. It takes him another hour, but he burns that villain to death. Breaks any bone he can. Disfigures them as best as he can. And then he goes back to Izuku.

As he gets back to Izuku, his entire body goes cold. Izuku is laying there, his blood around him. Izuku looks lifeless.. but hes just asleep. Yeah, hes just sleeping. Because theres no way he’d lose his life to that villain..

Katsuki kneels down beside Izuku’s body.
“C'mon Deku..” he says quiet. He sits in silence, and he lifts a hand setting it on Izuku’s hand. Hes trying really hard to ignore the cold feeling in Izuku’s fingers. “I said c'mon Deku.. every thing is okay now.”

And then Izuku’s body is a blurr. Tears already built up in Katsuki’s eyes, as he’s answered by nothing but the silence. He waits eagerly, wishing so bad that the quiet would go away. He couldnt hate the silence more than he did right then and there. When was Izuku’s voice going to break it? When was Izuku going to comfort him? Tell him they won? When was he?

“….Deku.. you’re..” Violently, Katsuki shook his head. He scooped up Izuku’s lifeless body in his arms. He needed to get Izuku to the doctor- because hed be okay then. They’d heal him up, and the silence would finally be broken!

How Katsuki wished that was the case..

He got Izuku to the closest hospital, but it didnt matter. The nurses took Izuku’s body and found he had already passed on a while ago. They told Katsuki the news.
It sounded foreign to him. He shook his head, not bothering to wipe the tears that started falling.
“Bull shit! Fucking bull shit! Where is he?? Let me see him, you shitty nurses! How can you not do anything?!”

It took them a while to calm Katsuki down, but they eventually succeed. They lead him to the room Izuku is laying in.

“Izuku..” Katsuki’s voice breaks finally. He leans himself over Izuku’s body. The fact that its so cold, the fact that he cant feel Izuku’s breathing.. it really starts to sink in.. Izuku is gone.. and its Katsuki’s fault. “Fuck.. Im sorry.. Im so fucking sorry..” he moves in and kisses Izuku’s lips last time. “Its all my fault.. its my god damn fault.. I should be laying here not you.. not you..”

“Kacchan..”

How is he hearing that voice?

“Kacchan..”

Where is it coming from?

“Kacchan.. open your eyes..”
And he does.. and above him is Izuku. Wild hair, green hues, that chubby freckled face, staring down at him. Katsuki’s eyes fill up with tears and instantly grabs hold of Izuku. He grips him hard enough to bruise, and he starts to sob.

Izuku winces from the hold but allows it, and wraps his arms around Katsuki. “It was a dream.. whatever happened.. its not real..”

“Dont.. ever fucking leave me..”

“I wont Kacchan..”

(I needed to end it happy ok)

Hope Less Romantics Chapter One

“And that was Make Out Monday with their song, Twixter! Check in next week to win tickets to see the band live at their concert on the 15!” the voice of the man on the radio drifts through the speakers of Shiro’s car. He reaches his prosthetic hand out to turn the volume knob down. The man’s eye drift over the younger male in the passenger seat, who in turn gives him a glare.
Shiro chuckles, “What? The song was over.”
“Yeah, well maybe I wanted to listen to that,” Keith huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“They’re talking about the weather, Keith, you never care about that.”
“You know what I meant.” Grey eyes gaze out of the car’s window. “Besides, I’m not that lucky.”
“You never know,” Shiro pulls the car to a stop at a red light. “They’re, like, your favorite band right?”
“Well yeah, but-”
“Then you should go see them.”
Keith turns his head to look directly at his brother, “We both know that’s never going to happen, Shiro.”
“Keith Akira Kogane-Shirogane, we talked about this.”
Keith shrugs his shoulders, going back to watching the world outside the window.
“Don’t you shrug your shoulder at-”
“Light’s green, Shiro.”
Shiro starts driving back to their shared home, giving Keith a side glance. “We’re not done with this conversation, Keith.”
Keith hums in acknowledgement.
“I’m serious, Keith. You never know, there might come a chance for you to meet that crush of yours.”
Wide, grey eyes frantically dart over to the, now smirking, older male. “Shiro, no. We Don’t speak of that.” Scarlet forms over the younger male’s pale cheeks. “I don’t…no there’s no crush. Besides,” he tosses his hands up in the air, whacking his knuckles on the car’s roof, “everyone knows that the lead singer is straight.”
“Don’t beat up my car.”
His words fall on deaf ears.
“I mean, sure, he’s really, really cute, and has a nice voice. And his hair is really nice. Plus his eyes! Have you ever seen anything so-” Keith’s words stop as chuckling reaches his ears. “What are you laughing at?”
Shiro shakes his head, “You’re rambling about someone you claim not to have a crush on.”
“I don’t!”
“Man, you’ve got it bad. Did I sound half as bad as you when I first met Allura?”
Keith gives Shiro a deadpan look, “I’m ranting, not insufferable.”
Shiro pulls into their driveway, and goes to make a retort, when his phone rings. He reads the text with a smile on his face while typing a reply. Keith already has his things and is making his way into the house. Shiro dials the number on his phone, waiting for a response.
“He went on another rant?” Allura’s laugh emits from the speaker.
“Yeah, Allura he’s gonna love this surprise.”
“I would hope so, from the way he talks.”
“Shiro, come on!” Keith yells from the front door.
“I gotta go, sweetie, the child is impatient,” he chuckles again. “I’ll talk to you later, Allura.” He lowers his voice so that Keith can’t hear, “I love you.”
“Love you too, Shiro.”
The two hang up and Shiro heads into the house.

A week goes by and Keith’s mood seems to drop with each passing second. A few customers at the pet store he works at seemed to have noticed, but don’t ask. It’s when he’s elbow deep in cleaning the chinchilla cage, that Shiro asks.
Keith raises a brow. “I’m fine.”
“You’re in one of your moods,” Shiro kneels down beside him. “Is it because of the concert?”
Keith’s bottom lip sticks out slightly in a pout. “…no.” He stands up, brushing his hands off quickly. “I already knew I wasn’t going out. Besides, the odds of me actually meeting the band aren’t very high.”
Shiro stands as well, and sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, we didn’t wanna tell you this yet, but since you really need a pick me up. You know Allura, right?”
“You mean your ‘Sweetie’?” a sly smirk graces the black haired male’s face.
Shiro groans. “Yes, her. Well, I never told you exactly what she does.”
“Something that involves a lot of fancy parties, right?”
“She’s the current owner of Altea Records.” Keith’s jaw nearly hits the floor. Shiro rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah…so that concert? Well, we got tickets for it. She knows how much you love the band, and we agreed that it’d be a nice gift for you since you’ve been working really hard.”
Keith’s grey eyes light up, “You…you’re serious?!”
“Yes, I’m serious. Plus, do you remember Matt?”
“The kid you hung around with and had a relationship with for a while in college?”
“Yeah. Matt’s the guitar player for the band,” Shiro shakes his head, an airy laugh, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner!”
Keith crosses his arms over his chest, and turns his head away. “Well, maybe he looks different than he did when you two hung out more.”
“Or, you’re just too busy giving googly eyes to your crush to notice.” Now Shiro had a smirk on his face. Keith’s cheeks turned rosy from embarrassment, the pink color spanning to the tips of his ears. Shiro’s hand clamped down onto the younger male’s shoulder, “This might be your chance to meet the ‘love of your life’ that you dream so animatedly about.”
Keith threw a half hearted swing at his brother’s shoulder, blush still very evident, if not darker, on his face. “Dude, shut up!” A small laugh bubbled up from Keith’s throat. He was going to see the band he’s been a fan of for quite a while, and maybe, just maybe, he might get the chance to talk to Lance.

jostxnneil  asked:

Hey I'm back again (I should get a nickname I'm always in your inbox) wondering why the hell the tfc fandom has such a lack of 'Andrew fucks up' fics. Like I think I've seen maybe one set of headcanons where it's his fault he and Neil are fighting?

(2/4) Honestly from a psychological standpoint Andrew is much more likely to lash out since he’s been pushing people away his whole life. He closes himself off to protect himself and I’m not saying that’s his fault or dissing him or anything but tbh
(¾) I think it’s a lot more likely for Andrew to fuck up and screw with Neil’s feelings than for Neil to do it to Andrew, especially since Neil is still struggling to define what they are. Idk dude I’m just in desperate desire of fics where Andrew
(4/4) drives Neil away and then has to work to get Neil’s trust back, not the other way around. Got any recs? Or, better yet, spare headcanons laying around? Love you bae (kisses and hugs and all that)

why do you do this to me what have i ever done i am a gOOD PERSON

  • Neil is used to accommodating for Andrew’s specific needs
    • like space 
    • and a tendency for non-verbal responses (or just non-responses in general 
    • and, sometimes, days when everything is so bad that Neil doesn’t help and they just don’t speak to each other at all
  • but
  • while Neil knows that he doesn’t always help
  • he never thought he made things worse
  • until one day, when they haven’t really talked all day, and Andrew has stayed by Neil’s side through sheer force of will
  • Neil tries to get Andrew to like
  • idk
  • eat something or have a glass of water or whatever
    • just
    • you know
    • take care of his corporeal form enough to stay alive
  • and Andrew just
  • snaps

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kyokyo866  asked:

Whoa holy shit i just saw the comment about comparing it to mine. Like you said you made it in five months based on a premade plot, mines been going for 5+ years thats like completely original??? Thats comparing a direct to dvd animated sequel to a fresh theater debut animated. More budget, more time, more freedom. While I havent played your version yet (im planning to after I finish me and digs current round of it) I got to glimpse at some of the art and some twists in it and personally (cont.)

(pt2) I think it’s super neat with what you’re putting into it. And dreamtalis not even that perfect either?? Ive heard so many bad reviews of it and to be fair, yea hetaoni gets a bad wrap from its oversaturation. But its more the fandoms fault, not the people who want a shot at making a bookend for it, even if its just a springboard for an even grander idea. (hell dreamtalia had massive romaheta influences in the beginning). anyway my point being thats kinda a shit anon and (cont.)
(pt3) people are different. If ya dont like that version, fine go watch another one ya know?? None of them are going to have the canon ending so its like why bother putting up with it. If you are proud of your creation and you had fun, that’s the more important part. 5 months for a full game of art and visuals from scratch is amazing, even with premade stuff. I look forward to playing it in the future, and if theres a sequel i look forward to it too. (end) 

 (pt4)ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION i too literally call everyone friend so they kinda kinda fuck off ya? ya. you do you, friend

(adm: OH WOW HOLY SHIT LMAO I??? HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT ASK GOT TO YOU BUT I SURELY WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU AROUND HERE X’DD 

Thank you so much!!! I mentioned this with a few friends earlier, but no content creator is free from getting harsh comments/reviews, no matter how good the content may be. I’m honestly surprised Dreamtalia’s had bad reviews, I was honestly very impressed when I played it, the story, programming and art were all really well made! Even if you might’ve based it off RomaHeta for a while, literally everything has to be based off of something so that’s only natural x”D

I only decided to remake HetaOni because it’s what made me want to learn how to create games in the first place. I was completely away from the Hetalia fandom when I started working on it, and I didn’t even plan on sharing it until I saw it was actually going somewhere, so I decided to ask if people would be interested in it. All of this whithout not even knowing if the fandom was even alive anymore lmao 

Honestly, working on this project was the best thing I could’ve ever done. I got to learn something I’ve wanted to do for ages, and I got to meet many wonderful people. Sometimes I feel bad because I completely changed what Tomoyoshi planned to do and I worry that if she ever got to know about it, she’d get upset her game was changed into something completely different, but I’m still happy I could give it an ending.

I don’t really mind feedback, it’s me who said “I’d gladly listen to it” in the first place, and I’ve already heard much worse so I’m not really fazed by their comment. 

I’m also going to take the opportunity to apologize for being so open about it to you a few months ago and asking you to play it, because I literally had no idea what was going on inside the fandom and that you weren’t as into hetaoni as you were before [nor did I know you were actually super famous and worshipped by the fandom] so I felt incredibly stupid after that fact had occured to me X”DD 

BUt yes this is a long reply, holy shit lmao anyway, thank you so much once again for taking your time to talk to me about it!! I really appreciate it!! I would absolutely love to hear your comments about the game, if you have the time to let me know!! Have a nice week, friend!)

anonymous asked:

A fluffy little prompt (writing or drawing or whatever you prefer!) for you: A stormy day indoors. Like the sort of day where you cuddle up in the softest, poofiest comforter you can find with a shitty movie to make fun of and lots of snacks. And maybe the rain lulls Noct to sleep and just. Cuteness all around.

This was really fun to write! Also I apologize for the movie selection, it was admin Snake’s decision and I was badgered until I agreed.

I hope you like it! -admin Moogle


“What is that?”

“Um, it’s a couch, Iggy,” Prompto grunted. “What does it look like to you?”

Ignis regarded Prompto with a skeptical gaze as he folded his arms over his chest. Noctis’ high school friend was carrying in a large box with Noctis lifting the other side, and they’d just made it through the doorframe when Ignis intervened.

The two had spent nearly an entire day hunting for a new piece of furniture for the prince’s apartment, but judging by the box picture their choice was…questionable to Ignis. Simply put, it was hideous.

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