to be fair they do all sound the same

hello yes can westerners who know nothing about kpop pls stop writing essays about how ‘fake’ and ‘manufactured’ kpop is?

just bc you saw bts attend the bbmas that one time doesn’t mean you know the ins and outs of the kpop industry or their career (or any other groups).

please stop perpetuating the idea that idols PAY their way into the industry. because that does not happen.
and it’s a massive slap in the face to all idols out there who have dedicated years of their life enduring horrendous training, extreme dieting and often times even leaving their family and friends to pursue their dream of becoming an idol.

all idols have trained so so hard to be where they are, and i honestly can’t stress that enough like just do ten minutes of research into life as a trainee and you’ll see what i’m talking about. so don’t try and downplay their success as an artist just because you think that western artists are ‘more creative’ or ‘more talented’ bc well it’s just not true anyway like how many western artists can sing and dance at the same time and not sound like they’re dying??most artists over here don’t even dance anymore anyway, reason being they know they can’t sing at the same time

basically what i’m trying to say is stop discrediting them. a lot of kpop groups write and produce their own music. and ALL groups have worked ridiculously hard to get where they are. stop comparing them to the likes of One Direction (that’s just embarrassing pls don’t ever do that,,,no rlly,, don’t), Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber because it’s not a fair comparison, the kpop industry and the western music industry are worlds apart you can’t compare them because they don’t operate the same.

Beguiling Bubbles

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Request where (Y/n) gets dosed with a love potion by someone else, but she accidentally falls for one of the twins instead
A/N: Sorry it’s been ages! It’s very late at night so this hasn’t been edited. Also, where I go into detail about how the first person the drinker sees is who they fall for, that was pulled directly out of my ass souly for the purpose of the story because the wiki didn’t have much on the other potions that weren’t amortentia so I made it up 
Squicks: little bit of swearing

~George’s POV~

He sort of blackmailed me into it. Seamus Finnigan knew about the shipments for the store that we were hiding in the Docks, and threatened to go to McGonagall if we didn’t help him out.

“Which one of you is the least crap at potions?” he had asked me and Fred, smiling while thinking of all the possibilities now that he had us under his thumb.

“Neither of us are shit at potions mate,” Fred stood up for himself, sneering down at the little stain who thought he could boss us around.

“Alright, if one of you can get a love potion to me by tomorrow night I’ll keep your little secret, howzabout it?”

We had no clue what he wanted a love potion for, but we didn’t really care. The less we had to spend dealing with that git the better.

You’re the least shit at potions,” Fred said to me once Seamus had buggered off, “do you wanna make it?” I groaned in response, honestly not wanting to go through the trouble of sneaking into Snape’s little pantry to get out some shit that I don’t even want, then go to the trouble of making this damn thing, again when it isn’t even something I want.

We stayed up that night making the blasted potion, Fred insisting that he was there for encouragement purposes. Not many people knew that I was actually alright at Potions, especially since Snape would never dream of giving me the marks to show it…

At around 3 in the morning, the stupid potion was done. We poured it into one of the empty bottles from the ingredients that we nicked, and snuck back up to Gryffindor tower. On our way back up to our dorm, we made sure to make a stop on the way. “Oi, what the f—“ Seamus started, freaking out at the sudden awakening of Fred shoving him, “There’s your perfume, now get off our backs,” I whispered sharply at Seamus, as he took the bottle and told us to piss off.

— — Morning (Regular POV) — —

Fred and George were at the Gryffindor table, their lack of sleep evident in their flippant attitude and tired looks. They broke out of this mood, however, when Seamus grasped their curiosity. He was whispering to Dean, holding the glass bottle filled with the cherry pink potion that George had made a few hours ago.

“What have you got, Seamus?” Ron called out, nothing his shifty behaviour as well as the unusual bottle. He was immediately shushed and shot an intimidating glare with wild hand movements, “Keep it down, Weasley! It’s a love potion idiot, I’m going to get Y/n to be all over me!” Seamus laughed, while Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked awkwardly and warily each other.

Fred’s eyes widened as he looked over at his twin, who had an angry expression on his face, mixed with fear. George, much like Seamus, had feelings for Y/n, and Fred knew about it because, well, of course he does. The two weren’t particularly close with Y/n, but that didn’t stop George crushing over her constantly.

Seamus and Dean laughed, as they nodded to each other, silently setting their plan in motion. Before George had the chance to do anything, Dean had started a conversation with Y/n, causing her to look away from her breakfast, while Seamus poured the contents of the bottle into her orange juice. George looked at Seamus with a panicked expression, only to have it returned with Seamus’ glare, wordlessly sending him a warning of what he’ll do if George blew his cover.

Fred quietly swore to himself, the gears in his brain trying to work out a solution, while George weighed out his options: lose Y/n or lose the shop. In these moments, the answer was obvious to George, but as he looked back at her, she was already bringing the glass to her lips.

“Y/N—!” George tried to warn her. As she drank the liquid she looked across the table at George, her eyes lingering on him. Seamus and Dean laughed and high-fived from behind her, as she put the glass back on the table.

Now would be a good time to take note on the assortments of love potions. There are five known assortments of love potions, each with assumingly different effects. George, having not opened up the shop with his brother yet, had not yet needed to test out these different types. Unlike Amortentia where the giver of the potion is the one the drinker will be infatuated with, it’s the first person that the drinker sees that they will be infatuated with in this case.

— — George’s POV — —

She kept staring at me, as if something was stopping her from looking away. A smile slowly formed on her lips, as she rested her head in her hands, still staring at me.

“Y/n? You alright there?” Fred asked, moving his head next to mine to try and get her to look at him. She kept staring, her smile big as she replied in an airy voice, “never been better”.

Seamus, clearly annoyed, sat directly next to Y/n and moved her head with his hands so that she was facing him, “Helloooo?” he said into her face,

“I’d rather look at George Weasley,” she giggled, looking back at me, her head resting in her hands again, “God, you’re handsome, isn’t he handsome, er, whatever your name is,” she said to Seamus, causing Fred and Dean to laugh and Seamus to look like he would explode with anger.

“Uh, how about we go for a walk?” I suggest quickly, standing up as more people start to pay attention to the small scene.

Y/n gasped with excitement, “yes! Let’s go on a loooong romantic walk together!”

I start to walk toward the door with Y/n walking on the other side of the table at the same pace, watching me still with that smile.

Fred nudged me, “George, mate, don’t get sucked into it, it’s the potion talking—“

“I know,” I say quietly back, “we’re going to the hospital wing”.

Walking all the way up to the hospital wing was nothing short of a nightmare. All I’ve wanted was for Y/n to have feelings for me, but there’s only so many compliments, hand holding, cuddles and heart eyes one man can take in the space of five minutes.

“What’s the problem?” Madam Pomfrey asked,

“Y/n’s been slipped a love potion,” Fred says, as I hold up my arm which Y/n is hugging.

“Ah, I see,” Madam Pomfrey says sceptically, “I hope you realise that love potions are banned from Hogwarts…”

I explained to her that I wasn’t the one to slip Y/n that blasted potion, but how I was the first one she looked at afterwards. She thankfully believed me, and sat the dazed Y/n down on one of the hospital beds and handing her an antidote.

“Isn’t he dreamy…” Y/n giggled, eyes back on me.

“I think it best that the two of you leave, or else the antidote will take much longer to work,” Madam Pomfrey explained, as Y/n flipped her hair and sent me a wink.

Fred and I both agreed, and we said good-bye to Y/n, to which she started crying. “Noooooo George, I don’t want you to leave, pleeeeeeease!” she whaled.

“It would make me really happy if you just stayed here and got some rest, alright?” I asked her, looking down at my hand that she had taken in her own. It stung that she was only acting as if she was in love with me because of a potion, and that she didn’t really have any of these feelings towards me, not really. I wanted to get out of there soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about that, but there was also something that felt perfect about my hand being in hers.

After a few hours, a healthy Y/n walked cautiously through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. A few people saw her and giggled amongst themselves, embarrassment clear on Y/n’s face. A few hours ago she couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and now she couldn’t even bring herself to look in my direction, instead looking at the floor as she walked past the Gryffindors, towards the stair case leading to the dormitories.

“Y/n, hold up,” I say, taking hold of her forearm as we were half way up the staircase. She turned around, taking a moment before gaining the confidence to look up at me.

“Y/n, I know you probably feel like shit, and if there’s anything I can do I’ll do it, but I didn’t slip you that love potion, I wouldn’t do that to you,” I try to explain. I wasn’t trying to defend myself, I just wanted to ease some of the embarrassment that she was feeling. I repeat the story of how it all happened, and I could see her face soften. “I wouldn’t do anything to force you to have feelings for me, I know you don’t feel that way about me,” I say, not meaning to sound as deflated as I felt.

Y/n looked at me, not the same way as this morning, but with a curious look, as if briefly studying me.

“I do like you, George,” she said, smiling at the look of astonishment on my face.

“You… What?” is all I manage to say, causing her to laugh,

“Yeah, I like you a fair bit, maybe not crazy in love like this morning,” she smiles, “but there’s definitely something there. I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of you today, so I might as well admit it all now,” she says with a shrug.

I don’t say anything for a few seconds, because what do you say back to that? The girl who went from head-over-heels in love with me to what I thought would be her despising me, and now meeting in the middle to her fancying me, it’s a lot. So, with no words coming to mind to save me, I kissed her. I wrapped my arm around her, my free hand resting on her jaw, as she kissed me back almost immediately.

We parted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew that Seamus being such a dick could’ve turned out this good?

[M] Open Up.

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Summary: Honesty is the best policy, Yoongi reckons and you…Well, you tend to agree.

Count: 1.4 k

Warning(s): Smut. Also, this gives me CEO!Yoongi vibes so heads up because I’m wrecked by it. 

A/N: I was writing something else then I thought about Yoongi for like two seconds and oops…  (@full-time-dino; suffer) 

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The silence in the room weighed heavy upon your shoulders, disappearing temporarily with every one of your labored breaths.

“I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” He shrugged, the pad of his thumb swiping over the head of his cock to collect a bead of precum, “Just tell me what you want.” He said, pressing the slicked thumb against your bitten lips waiting for them to part obediently so he could press it against your tongue. It was almost generous of him to let you savor the familiar taste, even if it was just for a moment. You knew it was a taunt, a harsh reminder of everything your pride was keeping you from but still, your eyes closed in an effort to concentrate on the faint taste of Yoongi that lingered.

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Rules for Dating Tony (Chapter One)

So I wrote this halfway through #LetterstoBucky when I was just sad for Tony. And then I watched Civil War which made it worse! So this is based sometime after Civil War, and Tony has managed to get nearly every one back to the team and getting along. And because Tony deserves SO MUCH LOVE, the guys come up with a plan for each of them to date Tony.
This is just supposed to be funny and sweet so don’t look too deep into it! The guys are maybe a little out of character, but that’s the beauty of a fic! Each update will be a different date night, so I hope they make you smile.

Check out the MASTERLIST for all the chapters!

It started innocently enough, with Tony walking in on Bucky, Steve, T’Challa, Clint and Thor all eating breakfast together.

They were talking, or rather, ARGUING, quietly but fiercely among themselves, and shut up the moment he walked through the door.

“Morning boys.” Tony yawned and ran a hand through his early morning fro, really not noticing how they all looked him over, then looked at each other. Well, he might not have noticed if Thor could have been subtle, but they didn’t love the demi-god because he was subtle.

“Good Morrow, Anthony.” he intoned, in that mellow baritone, folding big arms across a bigger chest, and looking Tony over with a smile just short of a leer on his face. Tony blinked at him uncertainly, paused halfway to the coffee machine.

“Thunderboy, stop looking at me like that.” He looked down at himself, at his bare chest and threadbare pajama pants. “What? Is it my pajama pants? They are a little old I guess. Or my slippers? Say what you guys want, but these are easily the most comfortable things I’ve ever worn.” he grinned down fondly at his worn and faded moccasins. “You guys must just be jealous.” He shuffled back out of the kitchen, clutching a steaming coffee close to his chest.

“So one night?” he heard Thor say, and he paused right outside the door, too nosy to ignore the conversation. “Just one?”

“The night before and the morning after and that’s it.” This was definitely T’Challa, that deep voice sounding even lower, huskier in the morning. Tony shivered a little and grinned. The prince was so hot.

“Everybody gets the same amount of time.” Bucky chimed in. “That say it’s as fair as it can be, considering the situation anyway.” Tony could almost see him, all earnest blue eyes and early morning scruff. Adorable.

“Right. And everyone has to do their own thing, no copying anyone else.” From Clint, who had been drinking orange juice straight from the jug. Sometimes Tony thought Clint did shit like that just to make him smile, other times he thought maybe it was because Clint had just about zero manners.

“We will draw numbers to see who gets to go first.” Steve added quietly. “Keep it as random as possible.” Ah yes, there was his favorite stick-in-the-mud Captain. Always one for rules.

“Then yes, count me in as a competitor as well.” Thor announced, banging his cup on the table for emphasis.

Tony thought for a moment that the statement sounded odd, but Thor said a lot of odd things really, so he shrugged it off.

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Why Come From Away Deserves to Win the Tony for Best Musical

Jet fuel can’t melt steel beams. Bush did 9/11.

Right, got that off my chest. Anyway, are you tired of hearing the same accounts of 9/11? We all know the stories of worst terrorist attack in US history that, for the first time, closed the US airspace and forever marked a nation (and especially the city of New York) with the fear of terrorism, muslims, and anyone from the middle east. These stories are all too often one-sided and seldom bring anything new to the discussion, but Come From Away dares to change that. Come From Away tells the story of a small town in Newfoundland, Canada where 38 planes were forced to land after the attack on the Twin Towers. Here’s is why this touching, intimate musical deserves to get that spinny coin.

We’ll begin with the visuals. Ordinarily this is where I might talk about the set, but…well, Come From Away doesn’t have a set. The show relies on creative use of chairs rearranged throughout the show to represent everything from planes to a bar. The results are a sort of trunk show that allows the audience to fill in the spaces with fantastic success. The focus in this show is not about what you see, but about what you discover. This is where the casting is important. The show is full of people of color, including a gay couple, an African family, and a muslim from the middle east (which, as you can imagine leads to conflict in the story). This diversity lends to the most important message of the show, which is to slow down from life and learn how to see the people around you as just that, people. We may have differences, but we are all human, and to quote President Barack Obama, “Despite our differences, we all share the same title: Citizen.” (though, to be fair this story takes place over two nations so…)

The music is less of a series of songs and more of a shifting melody as we pass from chapter to chapter. This medley works splendidly for the show as contrasting sounds blend into one another from one moment into the next, each feeling like its trying to tell its own story just as the characters do. The show features primarily folk styled music but it relies on quite a bit of a capella and harmonization from the ensemble, leading to every number feeling strong and supported by the entire cast, especially Screech In and 28 Hours/Wherever We Are. Even with this though, the orchestrations are clever, novel, and brilliantly written. The stunning vocals of the individual cast, especially Jenn Colella, help drive the messages home to the audiences, so that soon you’re laughing, crying, afraid, and inspired right alongside the characters.

On that note, the writing for the show is very cute but . It’s hard to know whether this show is for adults, like you would expect from a show about 9/11, or more for families. Certainly the story is one with lessons for everyone. I think one character’s really stands out as representing the central messages of the show, a man who was born a Polish Jew during the outbreak of WWII. He talks about how he was raised to be afraid of telling anyone of his ethnicity/religion, but in seeing all of the stories coming out amidst the catastrophe, he had to tell someone about his past and he learns to embrace his differences. In staying in Gander against their wills, the come-from-aways learn more about themselves, and in providing for these strangers the Newfoundlanders in turn discover something in themselves. Most important of all though, the audience discovers something about themselves.

Come From Away is a different sort of 9/11 story, and you often forget it’s even centered around the twin towers at all. Ultimately it is a musical about all of us, trying to go about our lives without taking the time to listen to other people, and what happens when we are forced to do so. It is a touching story, one that made me cry repeatedly the first time I listened to it,  and I’m sure it will hold a very special place in my heart, and the hearts of many other people for many years. It’s even more special because the show is base don real events. Overall, Come From Away is a very special, heart-warming show that fully deserves to be recognized as the best musical this year.

Great Comet          Groundhog Day           Dear Evan Hansen

I Think I Like You A Lot - Kim Samuel Requested Scenario


Summary: Bae Jinyoung’s sister likes Samuel, Samuel likes her too, confession in front of all trainees, Jinyoung’s happy

Genre: fluffmedo

Message?: Bae Jinyoung and Samuel are bae (ha)


“Why today?!” I moaned.

“Come on Y/N, all the trainees will be there,” Jinyoung said. “Even Samuel.”

“Why did you single out Samuel?” I asked. “You make it seem like I’m obsessed with Samuel and let me tell you, I’m not!”

Jinyoung nodded, “yep. Totally believable, now hurry up.”

“I’m not!” I shouted after him as I pulled on my shoe and ran out.

He walked in front of me the whole way as I chased to keep up with him.

“Jinyoung wait!” I called.

I heard someone laugh behind me, “it’s fine. I’ll stay with you instead.”

I froze, turning round and seeing Kim Samuel. My heart leaped but my mind panicked.

But instead of freaking out on the outside I just chuckled, “thanks Sammy, at least someone’s nice.”

Jinyoung gave me the middle finger as Samuel and I laughed.

“How do you deal with him?” Samuel asked, laughing.

I shook my head, looking down, “god knows.”

“Is he over-protective?” Samuel asked.

I shook my head, looking at Samuel, “not particularly. Just a normal older brother, annoying but sometimes caring.”

“What, like, with boyfriends and stuff,” Samuel said, putting his hands in his pockets.

I shrugged, “wouldn’t know. Never had one.”

“Seriously?!” Samuel exclaimed.

“It’s cause she’s a loser!” Jinyoung called.

“Frick off!” I shouted.

Jinyoung laughed but when I looked at Samuel, he looked like he was in deep thought.

“You alright?” I asked, then laughed. “It’s not that shocking.”

“It kind of is,” Samuel said.

My heart raced.

“Come on you two! Party’s started!” Jinyoung shouted.

I nudged Samuel’s arm, “come on.”

“I’ll catch up,” he said.

I tilted my head at him but still jogged ahead, catching up with Jinyoung.

“You two going out yet?” he asked.

I shoved him.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

We walked in with our arms linked as I looked around.

“Let’s go speak to Daehwi,” I said, nudging Jinyoung.

Jinyoung nodded as we started walking over.

“Ah Jinyoung!” Daehwi exclaimed. “I’m so nervous!”

“Why?” I laughed.

“Every A grader has a solo performance tonight,” Daehwi explained.

“You’ll do great Daehwi,” Somi, Daehwi’s ‘date’, said.

Every boy was told to bring a ‘date’ to the party so there was a fair amount of sisters, mothers and friends although I’m sure Daehwi was the only one who had an idol.

“Samuel’s going first,” Daehwi said. “As he was the first to get an A grade.”

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Singing?”

He nodded. “I’m so nervous though.”

“Trainees!” we all turned round to face the stage at the sound of BoA’s voice.

“Ah, I should probably go backstage,” Daehwi moaned.

“Fighting!” I exclaimed.

He smiled, high-fiving Jinyoung then disappearing

"So first up for performances,” BoA continued, “is 16 year old Kim Samuel!”

Everyone turned around and cheered as Samuel walked on stage wearing the same thing that I’d seen him in a few minutes ago.

“They must have been freaking out, he only just got here,” I said, turning to Somi.

She shook her head, looking confused. “He was the first one here. He did leave a few minutes ago, saying he was going to meet someone.”

My heart fluttered. That must have been me! Or Jinyoung.

“Um, I’d like to dedicate this song,” Samuel said, clearing his throat, “to Bae Jinyoung’s sister, a loser.”

He smirked at the end whilst taking a step back, preparing to perform while I was flustered. For me? Why?!

Somi nudged me, smiling excitedly.

Samuel then proceeded to sing ‘With You’ just like his first audition, but this was much more heart fluttering. Especially for me. When he finished he paused the crowd from their cheering.

“Um, where is Y/N?” he asked.

Jinyoung pushed me forward, forcing me to stumble towards the stage and causing Samuel to see me immediately.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, so basically, I like you Y/N. A lot. From the moment I met you I knew I liked you but it seemed to get a lot scarier knowing that Jinyoung was your brother. I was shocked to find out that you’d never had a boyfriend. Someone like you always deserves someone, so, I guess I could be that someone if you wanted me to.”

I buried my face in my hands, smiling.

Everyone in the room started cheering, chanting 'say yes’.

I took my face out of my hands and the whole room quietened down.

“Samuel,” I began. “I like you too.”

“Oh my god,” Samuel said in English. “What?!”

I laughed, being drowned by the amount of people hugging me until Samuel jumped off the stage and ran towards me, pulling me into a hug and spinning me round.

BoA walked on stage, laughing and clapping. “But the real question is. Jinyoung? Are you okay with this?”

Jinyoung walked towards me and Samuel, looking a bit stern and very emotionless, but upon reaching us, he smiled widely and pulled Samuel into a hug.

“Why would you date this loser?” Jinyoung laughed.

I shoved him before he pulled me into a hug saying, “I’m kidding!”

Everyone cheered and the party continued. Daehwi performed next, it was amazing. Samuel thought it was great. I thought that he was greater. I’m surprised he didn’t realise as I was staring at him for pretty much the whole night. Many people came over to congratulate us and I always buried my face in Samuel’s shoulder when they did.

“You embarrassed?” he asked, looking down at me.

I shook my head. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m trying to hide it.”

“Don’t hide it!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Show everyone your smile.”

I smiled widely then and so did Samuel as he pulled me into another hug as we listened to the amazing voice of Sungwoon singing on stage.

“I think I like you a lot.” Samuel smiled.

I chuckled, “I think I like you a lot as well.”

[Miraculous Ladybug]: The Sexual Awakening of Chloe Bourgeois

wow i finally updated this hot damn 

[Previous: Chapter 1]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: The Sexual Awakening of Chloe Bourgeois

Summary: “Chloe didn’t like girls. She didn’t like Ladybug.  She just wanted to make out with her and show her platonic admiration for Ladybug’s gorgeous commitment to civic duty. And if she wanted to continue the making out at Chloe’s place, then hey, who was she to deny a freaking superhero?”

In which Chloe is new to the whole “not-straight” thing, and Marinette can’t just stand by and not help the poor thing out.

Chapter 2: Coffee with the Enemy

Chloe didn’t freakin’ get Marinette. Like, on a fundamental level.

The whole point of two people hating each other was that it was supposed to be ridiculously simple. Chloe threw an insult, Marinette threw one back, everything was a competition, they saw eye to eye on nothing, and being in close proximity to each other was about the closest they could get to hell on Earth. Deceptively simple. In fact, one of the biggest comforts in Chloe’s life was that interacting with Marinette only necessitated three base emotions: anger, annoyance, and frustration. You couldn’t get any more predictable than that.

But of course, Marinette had to go and screw the whole thing up by being all nice and understanding and pretty .

Marinette wasn’t supposed to be any of those things. She was supposed to be her normal brand of infuriating so that Chloe could go on hating her in peace and the world could keep on turning.

Instead, Chloe was sitting in a coffee shop — clutching her latte like a lifeline — staring at Marinette sitting across from her and feeling thoroughly awkward . She didn’t even think that was a thing she could feel around Marinette.

Then again, Chloe didn’t think she would ever start liking girls either, so maybe it was time to stop acting so surprised by the fact that the world as she knew it was bursting into flames around her and just learn to get used to it at this point.

In this new alternate universe, Chloe wasn’t straight and Marinette invited Chloe for coffee so that they could talk about not-straight things.

She sipped at her drink. Yeah, no, totally fine, totally not weird. Let alone the fact that she didn’t even know where the frilly fucking hell to start or what she was supposed to be saying right now. Plus she was pretty sure she had spontaneously developed restless leg syndrome within the last twenty minutes because the whole table was shaking from the effort, and Marinette was noticing. But Chloe couldn’t stop because Jesus fucking Christ this was the most uncomfortable she’d been in her entire life and she was regretting this truce, and this coffee, and this whole day, and she really just wanted to die in private.

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“why do the koroks have teeth and facial expressions”

This morning I realized I actually am missing a chance to be maybe legit informative with this ask so I’m going to take a bit to talk about comics, readability, a phrase I’m probably making up which I’ll call the “panels to joke efficiency”, and why my koroks have teeth and facial expressions.

Long Talk after the cut!

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Despite not being a competitive player myself, I do breed competition-level Pokemon (you know, just for fun), and as a result of my last auspicious campaign, I have ten L55 Tyranitar looking for new homes. All have 5 perfect IVs (excepting Sp Atk), maxed EV Attack and Speed (the remaining 4 in HP), and the same move set:

Stone Edge

If that sounds like a lot of braggy gibberish, that’s fair, just take my word for it that they’re strong.

Anyway if anyone wants one, hit me up. My Pokedex is already full so I don’t really care what you want to trade for them.

I’ve been putting it off speaking about this but after my last reblog, I just feel like I need to say something.

Doesn’t matter where you are in the world, doesn’t matter if you have no ties to Manchester or Ariana Grande and her fan base, doesn’t matter if this seems like it happened in a completely different world … we should all feel for those people.

Having experienced losing someone I cared deeply about, there’s nothing in the world that hurts me more than to see people losing their lives and worse is, losing their lives for nothing.

I’ve had a heavy heart ever since the news broke last night and every time I think about those parents, who were anxiously waiting for their kids to get back home so they could tell them how their experience was, my heart cries.

How many times have I done this? How many times have I gone to a concert and got back home and had my mother breathe a sigh of relief because she knew I was safe and sound?

Not all of those parents who dropped their kids off for a night of fun can say the same and I keep putting myself in their shoes. They lost children, a friend, a cousin. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have any ties to those people, I still feel for them, because it could’ve been me. It could’ve been my mother that lost her child. It could’ve been a cousin or my best friend.

It’s not fair to judge those who feel for them and who cry for them because they’re only doing what we all should do - put ourselves in their shoes. Sympathize. Understand. Love and support them, because that’s what they need.

Harry or me or anyone being affected by this even if they’re not there just goes to show that there’s still a way we can make love thrive, there’s still a chance for us to make bad into good. Let’s all do that, let’s put love out in the world - it’s the only way we can save it. ❤️

anonymous asked:

My bias is Baekhyun but honestly, he sings too fucking much, and he has so much screen time and he's now having a solo dance break? It's really unfair, Sehun is the dance he could have done the Monster solo dance break, and he's having all these collaborations with Suzy and SoYou when Chen could have done it instead. SM keeps throwing him at everyone face just because he's popular.

Baekhyun is one of the main vocalists in EXO, of course, he’s going to have many lines lmao, and his dance has improved so he deserves to do a solo dance break. 

I don’t see any of you complain when he have almost no screen time, fewer lines and had no solo activities (until 2015/6), but as soon as he get ONE, y’all screaming like he is the main in every EXO music video and sang the whole damn song, and have 100s of solo activities. There are a lot of songs where he has fewer lines than D.O and Chen but nobody says anything, but as soon as he has the most lines yall says he sings too much and he needs to divide it to his members. He didn’t get to be the main until the “Monster” MV and you literally can’t even see Baekhyun in his debut teaser but seems like it really offended you to see him having more screen time in just ONE music video. There are members who had more solo activities than Baekhyun but you seemed offended when he have one solo activity. Chen was part of the SM Ballad and participated in OST’s, and Baekhyun only had 3 collaboration and 2 OST (1 solo and the other with Chen and Xiumin), and y’all says it’s “too many”. 

When other members get to shine they get the praise and congratulations, but when Baekhyun gets one you all saying it isn’t fair and someone else should replace him because he was ask to do it for his popularity. You need to realise that there are people out there who see’s Baekhyun as a talented idol, and there are people who want to work with Baekhyun and want him to showcase his musical talent not everyone is eyeing his popularity like you do. If you don’t like him, just say it, stop saying he’s your bias and then diss him at the same time, you sound like those bitter anti’s, getting salty aff when he gets to shine for 1 minute. 

Citizen’s Soldier - Sam x Reader AU

A/N Note: So, this was finished a bit earlier than I expected. All plot advancement. Feedback, as always, is GREATLY appreciated. Perhaps a little more than usual given the LONG wait. Tags are at the very end given the amount! Anyways, Love y'all, and hope you all enjoy! <3

Previously: One | Two | Three

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Word Count: Roughly 2000

Warnings: Eventual smut. VERY sparse editing. I believe that is all this part! 

“Meeting someone?” Dean finally asked, after an hour of watching your face squinch up more and more.

“Apparently not.” You sighed, tracing the ring of water your beer had left behind. “Have I ever told you that men suck?”

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anonymous asked:

hi, you don't have to answer this if it's inappropriate i just want some advice. i've ided as lesbian for a year but i've started to worry that i might actually like men. i can like maybe see if a guy was *perfect* and fit my pretty specific beauty standards etc that i could maybe be with him. but i don't think i've really been attracted to a guy before and i have a lot of trauma w/ men. do you think i'm bi or a lesbian? is it fair for me to call myself a lesbian still? idk what to do

you’re imagining someone who will never fit all of those standards perfectly. being lesbian is about being attracted to women in general, not just because of one specific person- same goes for those attracted to men. it sounds like this ideal dude is just an amalgam of personality traits that you prefer, personified as a man due to compulsory heterosexuality, while you are truly just attracted to women.


summary: “I mean, he told me to wash the circle off. Kind of implied he didn’t want me doing it again. But he didn’t, uh. Explicitly ask me not to?”

set in the full circle au


Taki slides the door shut with a decisive snap. The small room falls into a half-gloom, lit only by a half-covered window in the back, dust motes drifting lazily over stacked desks and unused cabinets. Tanuma stands at Taki’s shoulder, arms folded and face unreadable, and Satoru feels distinctly ganged up on.

He hasn’t slept in two days, laying awake and trying to ignore footsteps on his ceiling. It’s made him a little jumpy, maybe. He’s so tired his head hurts. He wonders if this is how Natsume feels half the time, why he’s always home sick.

“Uh,” Satoru says eloquently, hitching on a smile. “What’s up? Guys? Kinda weird that you – had a room prepared. For. Whatever this is.”

Taki smiles back at him, but her eyes are level and serious. “We need to talk,” she says softly, “about that circle.”

And Satoru thinks, Oh.

It isn’t very surprising that they know – these two know everything when it comes to Natsume, usually way before anyone else does – so the shock of it comes and goes quickly.

And then he panics.

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derbelisca  asked:

Prompt: Tony analysing Valerie's suit (after Technus upgraded it).

“You look like a rip off of Vision. Red suit, bright green visor-gag-and-what are these? Leather? Hunny, you need a serious fashion upgrade.”

Valerie gave Tony Stark a pointed look as she ripped her suit out of his grubby oil-stained hands.

“It just got an upgrade. The tech on this thing is better than anything you have in your dumb lab.”

Tony feigned emotional distress by putting his hand over his chest and pouting.

“Rude. Very hurtful. I’m going to be crying to Pepper about it for a week.”

“You’re not denying it, though.”

“Yeah, because, as much as it pains me to say this, you’re right. The tech in the suit is years-centuries-beyond what we’ve learned now. Beyond my tech, beyond Bill Gates and our mutual ghost friend, beyond the Fentons. It’s astounding.”

“And you’re drooling,” Valerie added with a smug smile.

“Not the point. Point is, who hooked you up? Did Dan-Dan use the map thingy to fly you through space and time to get nifty little boots that are STILL a horrid fashion statement? Or did you and the Queen of Death go and borrow it from the Abominable Snowman?”

“Neither. And please, I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to the Manson girl alone. Ever. I had help from someone who owed me a favor.”

“And who would that be? Casper?”

“Technus. He actually stole the suit-my suit-from the future. It already had all of the upgrades. It was just sitting In a museum apparently.”

“Wait-Technus?” Tony sounded appaled. “The same Technus that screeches out everything he’s about to do and then gets the shit beat out of him? The same Tehnus that took control of all of my armors not three days ago?”

“Do you know any other Technus?”

“Fair point. Listen, I’ll have Jar-Friday do a couple of tests on the tech later, make sure it’s not infected with anything.”

“Fine by me as long as there are no alterations. Red suits me.”

“HA! It-its funny cause red suits you and-nevermind. Just get out of my lab.”

“Fenton! You owe me ten bucks!”

“What? Why?” Danny said through a slice of watermelon as the peaked his head over the couch. Valerie held up her phone and clicked and button.

“… As much as it pains me to say this, youre right,” Tony’s voice blasted through the small speaker, and Danny’s face fell.

“Damn it,” he whined. “I was gonna bribe Clint with that.”

Something That Finds You, Chapter 9

Fandom: Zootopia
Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps
Rating: T
WC: 3418
Summary: “Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.”

In a time of tension in the land of Zootopia, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps are arranged to be married as a symbol of peace and unity. The only problem? They can’t stand each other (the 8 year age gap doesn’t help either). A story following Nick and Judy growing up together, through all the good and bad.

[A/N]: While writing this chapter, I was heavily inspired by the song “Hunnie Pie,” by Zella Day. It’s so fluffy and romantic, if you’re interested you guys should totally check it out!

Chapter Selection: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8]-9-[10]

Judy was tucked away in the shade of an apple tree, the same apple tree she’d practically grown up under. Her lessons were over for the day and she’d wanted to find a nice spot to read; this seemed like the perfect place. When she’d first approached it, she couldn’t help but remember that this was the same tree Nick had kissed that vixen under when he was 16, then immediately hated herself for remembering that, let alone caring at all.

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PhilKas Fic Recs [Eyewitness]

for a few anons who asked, please, if you are into this pairing and writing, let me know ♥

a heart stain on the carpet by Exaggerated_Specificity

Philip does what Lukas asks and films him with Rose at Miller’s Pond. Afterwards, Philip is feeling a mix of emotions that lead to a very vivid fantasy about what his first time with Lukas could be like. This takes place during episode 4, Creme Brulee, between Philip filming them and him showing up in the school parking lot with the video, as promised. This is all in Philip’s mind but he’s got a really good imagination…

I’m a wolf howling, in the moonlight, calling out  by LunaCanisLupus_22

Lukas comes clean. About everything.

Every Stumble & Each Misfire by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato)

All Philip wants is to find Lukas alive. Anything else is a bonus.

Save Him by  mythicalbi

After Philip blurred out the words, betrayed Lukas in a moment of weakness, Helen drove them to the lake. The gun wasn’t there anymore.

Pull Me Closer by  JustForTommo

Philip seems to understand, has always been able to read Lukas like a book and know what to do and say. or, Philip and Lukas have their First Time.

Don’t Do It by  peanut61654

“Once he had remember what had happened, Lukas couldn’t breathe properly.”  Lukas and Philip are finally caught by the killer

Dark As Midnight, Six Pack Coors Light  by  kitsunechikyu

“How do you know your dad doesn’t want you to be ‘that guy’? Have you ever talked to him about it?” Philip asks suddenly.

Lukas feels ice shoot through his veins.

“No, but I don’t need to,” he says, memories of his father’s angry face flashing through his mind. “I’ve heard his opinion on it before and it isn’t great.”

“Okay, but maybe if you just ease him into the idea, it wouldn’t be so bad. He seems to at least care about you,” Philip tries.

“You don’t know him,” Lukas says, running a hand over his face.

Dark skies over me  by  pigalle

Lukas got up and stalked over to the edge, scaring Philip so badly it felt like his heart wanted to leap out of his throat. Lukas wasn’t watching where he was going, one faulting step, one step forward, to the side, and he would fall down, and he didn’t even know it because he wasn’t looking.

I’m falling but it feels like I’m flying  by  harlequin421

Lukas makes him feel like he’s falling and flying at the same time.

Not Yet  by  mythicalbi

After the disastrous clubbing, Lukas and Philip head to a motel.

Set after episode 3 and blends into episode 4 with alternations because Rose didn’t deserve that.

home is a room full of our safest sounds  "Come on, don’t they dance in Tivoli?”

Lukas makes a face. “I don’t,” he says, which doesn’t surprise Philip at all. Lukas isn’t that guy in Tivoli, which is fair enough. But they’re not in Tivoli right now, so Philip asks, “Do you want to?”