to this day still one of my favorite scenes on tv

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.


- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

I want to tell a quick story about how important representation in television is, and how Sense8 is really making a tangible difference. You can repost if you like, I thought your followers might enjoy it.

My dad is a wealthy, white, conservative male who voted for Trump. He’s not a hateful person…in fact he’s one of the kindest people you’ll meet and he can talk to a random stranger for hours. But he’s extremely fiscally conservative and tends to have a narrow world view. 

He and I argue a lot. He calls me a naive liberal who has no idea how the real world works. I call him a decrepit old man who wouldn’t know innovation if it kicked him in the teeth. It’s our way of keeping each other on our toes. 

But we love to watch TV together. Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Vikings are a few of our favorites. I always held off on showing him Sense8…I honestly didn’t think he’d like it. But one day he asked me “What should we watch next?” and I though…why not?

He absolutely loved it. Yeah he thought the sex scenes were a little gratuitous, but he couldn’t stop watching. He even started talking about it to all his brothers and friends during our BBQ. I was so pumped he enjoyed it. 

But it was one scene in particular that really changed things for him: Nomi’s speech during her sister’s rehearsal dinner in episode 2x8. 

You see, my dad thought Nomi’s relationship with her Mom was unrealistic. He said “Parents love their kids unconditionally. No real mother would ever say those types of things. I mean…she’s not abusive. She’s not a drug addict or an alcoholic. And clearly no money problems at home. A real mom wouldn’t hate their kids just because.”

I was floored and didn’t know what to say at first. He had called me sheltered and naive so many times…and then he says something like that. I realize that it’s because he loves me so much (and would still love me so much even if I were trans) that he found a character like Nomi’s mom not just unrelatable, but completely unrealistic. 

But eventually I say this. 

“Dad…about half of homeless youth are LGBT. Believe it or not, this is one of the most realistic parts of the show.”

To which he replies: “Oh. Really? I…didn’t know that.”

And then a few minutes later Nomi’s says her speech and I look over and my dad is tearing up, just a little. 

“You doing alright over there?”

“Yeah…yeah I just….I’m fine. But I think I get it a little more now.”

So that’s my story. Even old white guy who voted for Trump is heartbroken about Sense8’s cancellation. That says a lot about how big a mistake Netflix is making. 

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Top Misconceptions People Have about Pulp-Era Science Fiction

A lot of people I run into have all kinds of misconceptions about what pulp-era scifi, from the 1920s-1950s, was actually like. 

“Pulp-Era Science Fiction was about optimistic futures.”

Optimistic futures were always, always vastly outnumbered by end of the world stories with mutants, Frankenstein creations that turn against us, murderous robot rebellions, terrifying alien invasions, and atomic horror. People don’t change. Then as now, we were more interested in hearing about how it could all go wrong. 

To quote H.L. Gold, editor of Galaxy Science Fiction, in 1952: 

“Over 90% of stories submitted to Galaxy Science Fiction still nag away at atomic, hydrogen and bacteriological war, the post atomic world, reversion to barbarism, mutant children killed because they have only ten toes and fingers instead of twelve….the temptation is strong to write, ‘look, fellers, the end isn’t here yet.’”

The movie Tomorrowland is a particulary egregious example of this tremendous misconception (and I can’t believe Brad Bird passed on making Force Awakens to make a movie that was 90 minutes of driving through the Florida swamps). In reality, pre-1960s scifi novels trafficked in dread, dystopian futures, and fear. There was simply never a time when optimistic scifi was overrepresented, even the boyish Jules Verne became skeptical of the possibilities of technology all the way at the turn of the century. One of the most famous pulp scifi yarns was Jack Williamson’s The Humanoids, about a race of Borg-like robots who so totally micromanage humans “for our own protection” that they leave us with nothing to do but wait “with folded hands.”

“Pulp scifi often featured muscular, large-chinned, womanizing main characters.”

Here’s the image often used in parodies of pulp scifi: the main character is a big-chinned, ultra-muscular dope in tights who is a compulsive womanizer and talks like Adam West in Batman. Whenever I see this, I think to myself…what exactly is it they’re making fun of?

It’s more normal than you think to find parodies of things that never actually existed. Mystery buffs and historians, for example, can’t find a single straight example of “the Butler did it.” It’s a thing people think is a thing that was never a thing, and another example would be the idea of the “silent film villain” in a mustache and top hat (which there are no straight examples of, either). There are no non-parody examples of Superman changing in a phone booth; he just never did this.

In reality, my favorite description of pulp mag era science fiction heroes is that they are “wisecracking Anglo-Saxon engineers addicted to alcohol and tobacco who like nothing better than to explain things to others that they already know.” The average pulp scifi hero had speech patterns best described as “Mid-Century American Wiseass” than like Adam West or the Lone Ranger. 

The nearest the Spaceman Spiff stereotype came to hitting the mark was with the magazine heroes of the Lensmen and Captain Future, and they’re both nowhere near close. Captain Future was a muscular hero with a chin, but he also had a Captain Picard level desire to use diplomacy first, and believed that most encounters with aliens were only hostile due to misunderstandings and lack of communication (and the story makes him right). He also didn’t seem interested in women, mostly because he had better things to do for the solar system and didn’t have the time for love. The Lensmen, on the other hand, had a ruthless, bloodthirsty streak, and were very much like the “murder machine” Brock Sampson (an attitude somewhat justified by the stakes in their struggle). 

“Pulp Era Scifi were mainly action/adventure stories with good vs. evil.” 

This is a half-truth, since, like so much other genre fiction, scifi has always been sugared up with fight scenes and chases. And there was a period, early in the century, when most scifi followed the Edgar Rice Burroughs model and were basically just Westerns or swashbucklers with different props, ray guns instead of six-shooters. But the key thing to remember is how weird so much of this scifi was, and that science fiction, starting in the mid-1930s, eventually became something other than just adventure stories with different trappings. 

One of my favorite examples of this is A. Bertram Chandler’s story, “Giant-Killer.” The story is about rats on a starship who acquire intelligence due to proximity to the star drive’s radiation, and who set about killing the human crew one by one. Another great example is Eando Binder’s Adam Link stories, told from the point of view of a robot who is held responsible for the death of his creator.

What’s more, one of the best writers to come out of this era is best known for never having truly evil bad guys: Isaac Asimov. His “Caves of Steel,” published in 1953, had no true villains. The Spacers, who we assumed were snobs, only isolated themselves because they had no immunities to the germs of earth.

“Racism was endemic to the pulps.”

It is absolutely true that the pulps reflected the unconscious views of society as a whole at the time, but as typical of history, the reality was usually much more complex than our mental image of the era. For instance, overt racism was usually shown as villainous: in most exploration magazines like Adventure, you can typically play “spot the evil asshole we’re not supposed to like” by seeing who calls the people of India “dirty monkeys” (as in Harold Lamb). 

Street & Smith, the largest of all of the pulp publishers, had a standing rule in the 1920s-1930s to never to use villains who were ethnic minorities because of the fear of spreading race hate by negative portrayals. In fact, in one known case, the villain of Resurrection Day was going to be a Japanese General, but the publisher demanded a revision and he was changed to an American criminal. Try to imagine if a modern-day TV network made a rule that minority groups were not to be depicted as gang bangers or drug dealers, for fear that this would create prejudice when people interact with minority groups in everyday life, and you can see how revolutionary this policy was. It’s a mistake to call this era very enlightened, but it’s also a mistake to say everyone born before 1970 was evil.

“Pulp scifi writers in the early days were indifferent to scientific reality and played fast and loose with science.”


 This is, by an order of magnitude, the most false item on this list.

In fact, you might say that early science fiction fandom were obsessed with scientific accuracy to the point it was borderline anal retentive. Nearly every single one of the lettercols in Astounding Science Fiction were nitpickers fussing about scientific details. In fact, modern scifi fandom’s grudging tolerance for storytelling necessities like sound in space at the movies, or novels that use “hyperspace” are actually something of a step down from what the culture around scifi was in the 1920s-1950s. Part of it was due to the fact that organized scifi fandom came out of science clubs; Hugo Gernsback created the first scifi pulp magazine as a way to sell electronics and radio equipment to hobbyists, and the “First Fandom” of the 1930s were science enthusiasts who talked science first and the fiction that speculated about it second.

In retrospect, a lot of it was just plain obvious insecurity: in a new medium considered “kid’s stuff,” they wanted to show scifi was plausible, relevant, and something different from “fairy tales.” It’s the same insecure mentality that leads video gamers to repeatedly ask if games are art. You’ve got nothing to prove there, guys, calm down (and take it from a pulp scifi aficionado, the most interesting things are always done in the period when a medium is considered disposable trash). 

One of the best examples was the famous Howard P. Lovecraft, who published “The Shadow out of Time” in the 1936 issue of Astounding. Even though it might be the only thing from that issue that is even remotely reprinted today, the letters page from this issue practically rose up in revolt against this story as not being based on accurate science. Lovecraft was never published in Astounding ever again.

If you ever wanted to find out what Star Wars would be like if they were bigger hardasses about scientific plausibility, check out E.E. Smith’s Lensman series. People expect a big, bold, brassy space opera series with heroes and villains to play fast and loose, but it was shockingly scientifically grounded.

To be fair, science fiction was not a monolith on this. One of the earliest division in science fiction was between the Astounding Science Fiction writers based in New York, who often had engineering and scientific backgrounds and had left-wing (in some cases, literally Communist) politics, and the Amazing Stories writers based in the Midwest, who were usually self taught, and had right-wing, heartland politics. Because the Midwestern writers in Amazing Stories were often self-taught, they had a huge authority problem with science and played as fast and loose as you could get. While this is true, it’s worth noting science fiction fandom absolutely turned on Amazing Stories for this, especially when the writers started dabbling with spiritualism and other weirdness like the Shaver Mystery. And to this day, it’s impossible to find many Amazing Stories tales published elsewhere.

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.


There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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10 Things I Loved About Mass Effect:Andromeda

Warning: Spoilers! And I wrote this on the spur, so there might be grammatical errors.

1.      I enjoyed the story. Yeah, people will say it recycles from the trilogy, but come on, people. Why are you surprised? Bioware recycles their plotlines all the time. It’s pretty much the same in all of their games. A protagonist gains special abilities and leads a Ragtag Bunch of Misfits team to defeat a big threat. And I’m not bothered by that. Sometimes familiarity in your franchise is good, just as long as you do new things to the formula, and I think they do.

What interested me the most was the theme of starting over. A lot of people in the Andromeda Initiative were former criminals or outcasts. The reason they joined was to start a new life, and it’s explored in the main questlines, the loyalty quests, and numerous side quests. I was worried about the game talking about colonization since humans are looking for a new home, but I was pleasantly surprised that the game made it clear that Andromeda is the angara’s home first, and humans and other Milky Way species will have to work with them. Thank god! No Mightey Whitey trope this time!

2.      Ryder as the player character. I honestly never thought I would love Ryder as much as I did when I played the game. Sure, no one will ever replace Commander Shepard, but Ryder isn’t meant to replace the Commander, rather show a different perspective in a new story. Commander Shepard is the hero we want to be while Ryder is more of a relatable character. Ryder has to learn through the entire game how to be a leader while going through the obstacles of their inexperience and youth so people will take them seriously. And it was compelling, uplifting, and at times amusing to see them become a hero in their own right and step out of their father’s shadow.

Also Sara and Scott felt like their own person. In the original trilogy, the player character is pretty much the same no matter what gender. But sometimes the dialogue can be different depending on if you play a male Ryder or a female Ryder. That’s because they are two different people who have had their own experiences and personalities. That really adds to the replay value!

3.      Female aliens everywhere! One of my major issues with the original trilogy was the lack of female Turians, krogans, and salarians. Sure we had asari an all-female race, and female quarians, but it felt weird that we met so many aliens with very few ladies. Not only do we get a female Turian squadmate, we also get plenty of lady alien NPCs gathered everywhere for random quests. We also have Kesh who works at the Nexus. And we get to see female salarians! And they kind of look the same as male salarians except with different voices. Thank god! It would’ve been horrifying to see salarians with boobs. Uh! And I’m pretty sure there were just as many female angara NPCs as there were males.

4.      The romances. Especially the queer ones. One of the things I love about Bioware games are the romance paths. Bonus points if there is a queer option. And as of patch 1.08, this game has the most number of queer romances in any Bioware game. I think my two favorite romance paths are with Sara and Vetra and Jaal and Scott. While representation for the LGBT community is improving in media, there’s no denying we still have a long way to go. And after again the crap year 2016 where we had a huge number of queer women characters die in tv shows, it was so wonderful to have a healthy and happy relationship between two women when I first played the game. And even if it wasn’t added until the patch, the romance between Jaal and Scott is absolutely sweet since we see two men show a lot of love and affection for each other which is rare to see in media.

5.      The Tempest Family. I adore every single character on the Tempest, and they really did feel like a family once you played further into the game. I am a sucker for found families, and to see these people who are trying to find a home ending up finding a home with each other just gives me so many feels!

Since there’s not really a huge crew in the ship like in the original trilogy when Shepard had an army of humans. In Andromeda, we have six squad mates, four additional crew members, and Ryder. And I think it made the family more intimate. It’s like our own little family lives on the Tempest.

Also I liked how there were more quests spread out throughout the game with the squad which I think was lacking in Inquisition. Plus. Movie Night is the best scene ever!

6.      In my opinion, the side quests were fun. I think this was one thing they improved from Inquisition. Inquisition side quests just felt like a bunch of fetch quests that got kind of boring pretty quick, and didn’t really add to the overall story. Some highlights from Andromeda were: Kadara, the angara reincarnation questline, the Turian jailed for murder, the anti-AI group, meeting Zaeed’s son, and those kids sending out a distress signal for a new light for their weed plant. HAHA!

They were compelling in their own right and included cut scenes instead of the Inquisitor going to some location like in Skyrim to do a thing come back to the quest giver saying, “I did the thing.” “Ok, good.”

7.      Unlike in Inquisition, there’s actual payoff for some of the quests you do. I don’t mean to be mean to Inquisition, I still love the game, but remember when we were promised that you had to build your forces up in order to defend against the main threat. Yeah, you built forces to get influence points to gain perks, and that’s it.

In Andromeda, while, yes. It’s not the same level as Mass Effect 2. When you actually complete quests and help out leaders, you can get different results during the final battle. Like, there’s a chance Captain Dunn may not survive.

Also, when you get 100% viability on all the planets, you get a special surprise on Habitat 7- being told that it will one day be habitable because of our efforts. Sure it was a side quest, but it just felt so rewarding!

8.      The climax was actually fulfilling and exciting. Again, something else Inquisition was lacking in. Seriously, when I first played Andromeda, I legit gasped when the archon was taking control of SAM node. The villain was actually living up to his threatening nature!

Just when we think we got everything under control, and are about to find Meridian, the Archon fucks shit up, and our sibling has to step up to save the day. Then we have to gather people we helped out and prepare for a final battle, and Ryder can finally prove themselves as a true Pathfinder and kick the Archon’s ass once and for all. People are saying the ending was as disappointing as ME3’s? Pfft…What are you even talking about?

9.      The angara. Bioware never fails to make me love an entire fictional species. Yeah, it feels a bit off that they pretty much have the same faces and the same 3 voice actors, but I really do love their culture. And I appreciate that they were clearly coded as POC while Andromeda didn’t go through with the whole Mighty Whitey Trope. The game wants you to respect their culture and to respect their home.

I love the angaran people are open about their feelings, I love how their religion believes in reincarnation, I love how we see angaran scientists, soldiers, merchants, mercenaries, and civilians. Also Aya and Hivraal are absolutely gorgeous!

And when Jaal finds out his people were created by the Kett, I was worried it was going to go the Dalish elves route, but Jaal points out that it doesn’t change anything about the angara. They are still their own people. And that was such an uplifting message.

10.  The overall light-hearted tone. I wrote a small post that got a good number of notes. (Probably the biggest number I’ve ever gotten), so to quote: “There was always this sense of hope and optimism about finding a new home. ‘Yeah, things may have gone totally wrong, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make them better’ was the overall message I got.

And really, with so many bad things happening in the world right now and too much of our entertainment supposedly being our escapism being dark for the sake of dark, this was something I think a lot of us needed.”

Mass Effect 3 had its light-hearted moments, and I love it, but man, that game was emotional draining.

It’s a bit discouraging to love something so much and get recommended videos on youtube pointing out the same flaws of that certain game, and why they thought it was a huge disappointment. Do I agree with some of their criticisms? Sure. Does the history behind the production explain the flaws? Oh absolutely.

           But people seem to forget that the original Mass Effect trilogy wasn’t without its flaws. I mean, sure everyone can agree on the Mass Effect 3 ending, but I could make a list of all the issues I have with the other Bioware games including Dragon Age: Inquisition (which despite winning Game of the Year, kind of suffers the same problems Andromeda had).

           So yeah, after the crap year of 2016, I was so excited to get a newly-released game that made me happy. And still makes me happy, and makes me in the mood to play another Ryder.

BTS Imagines | How He Proposes

A/N: Requests Open.



Originally posted by bwiseoks

He was a nervous wreck, everything seemed to be falling apart at the worst time possible. He had asked Hobi to drive down to the flower shop and select a few bouquets while he finished decorating the room with rose petals and candles but just his luck, Hobi was suck in traffic. You were minutes from arriving and Jin grew more and more nervous as time seemed to move slowly. Finally Hobi showed up and carried several bouquets to the room and helped decorate. 

Jin heard you key jiggle the door knob and he quickly shoved Hobi in the closet, not wanting the slightest audience. He waited for you to follow the trail of roses, he felt cheesy now. He wished he was more original. You entered the room, your purse and keys in hand and looked up at him. “Jin?” you asked, unsure what was going on. He got down on one knee and pulled out the ring. “y/n, I have loved you since the day I first met you. And I don’t want to imagine a life without you at my side. Will you marry me?”

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Why canon ships suck

So! You like a ship, right?

You want that ship to become canon, but it hasn’t yet, or never will.

So what do you do?

You read fanfiction, of course!

In many people’s opinions, fanfiction can often be better than canon. It allows us to explore ships, characters, alternate universes… and sometimes we encounter authors who do it way better than the canon writers do. It’s pretty spectacular, to be honest.

Fanfiction and fandom allows us to explore the what-ifs. The ‘what would happen if this event didn’t happen, or this character didn’t die, or these two characters met who never did in canon’. It provides us an avenue to ‘fix’ what canon screwed up – well, in some people’s minds. In an age where we are only just starting to get LGBT+ representation on the screen, or in books (but only really just now, in any fair way), fanfiction gives slash/femslash/polyamory shippers a place to explore the ships that they wish were on screen – but aren’t yet, unfortunately. I know that fandom is a bastion for me in that regard.

But… have you ever stopped to wonder what would happen if your ship became canon?

In my opinion…

…and in the minds of a few people whom I have spoken to at length on this topic… canon makes the ships less fun.

They’re together. The people we shipped, the people we wrote fics about… they’re together. What more is there to write or read about? Yeah sure, you could still write some fics, especially legacy and alternate universes. But there will be far less interest in it after the fact. Fanfiction is more often than not a place to explore the ‘getting together’ part of a relationship, and once they’re together, besides wrapping up the plot… what fun is there?

Not much, honestly.

Yeah, there’s the whole fandom attitude of ‘winning’ over another ship. And maybe the canon ship breaks up and ends with someone else. That is entirely possible. But I’m talking about those ships that become canon and end the series/movies/books that way. Yep, we can be gleeful that we ‘won’. We can dance and say nananabooboo! and be all happy and whatnot. ‘Winning’ a ship war can be fun.

But do you know what those shippers have that we don’t, after everything is said and done?

… they get to keep writing/reading fanfic, and it’s interesting for them, exciting, and they can ignore the scene/episode/movie/book/epilogue (I’m looking at you, J.K. Rowling) at their leisure. When we get our canon ship… it sort of, I dunno, ends there for a lot of people.

It kinda sucks.

Actually, it really sucks.

So, you know what? I don’t want my ships to become canon. Or, at the very least, I would love evidence that they’re moving in that direction, at the end of whatever it is, TV/movie/book, that I’m watching or reading. That way I’ve got this pretty strong feeling that they’re going to end up together… but, like… they aren’t actually together.

So then I can write whatever I want, whatever I see as possible for them getting together.

I just don’t want to be spoon-fed.

So… I’m looking at you, Johnlock. I’m looking at you, Hannigram. I’m looking at you, Reylo. I’m looking at you, SSHG. I’m looking at you, Stucky/Stony. 

Basically what I’m trying to say is… that I really enjoy it when my ship becomes canon… but then I lose the fandom love for it. Then it just becomes another aspect of the show/movie/book, and not a way of life, in a way. Because fandom/fanfiction… shipping… it thrives on the unknown. Thrives on the fix-its. Thrives on the getting-together.

Once we have all that. Once we have the known, the fixes, the getting together, the wrapping up… it’s not fun anymore.

But I’m not saying I don’t enjoy when things are pointing in my ship’s favor. :)

So, let’s take a look at a few stats.

I’m not diving deep here, because there are a lot of facts that don’t get taken into account with the numbers. You have to have been part of the fandom to understand the ins and outs, when a fandom was popular, and what effect the decade it was popular in had on a ship or fandom, or the decline of a ship over a certain amount of time, or after it becomes canon (because a ship can still be at the top of the charts, but its fic contributions rapidly declined after it became canon), or if a fandom moved to another website, or was/is more prevalent on another site or whatever, etc. But the numbers are still interesting.

So yeah, this isn’t thoroughly researched empirical data, but… it’s a start.

Red = non-canon, blue = canon (I’m not outlining all of them, just a couple here and there.)

(Edit 9/10/17: Since some people have insinuated some rude things about me, I would like to clarify my stance. I went into it briefly above, but obviously I should have delved more. 

Because writers of books/tv/movies these days are still less likely to write in an LGBT+ romance, the statement that canon ships suck still holds true. As a bisexual and polyamorous woman, I know that it’s very unlikely that I will see the latter, and that it is not something common to see the former, either.

So fanfiction has become something of a safe haven for myself and others in that regard.

HOWEVER, I would be beyond ecstatic if there was a poly relationship, for example, but as long as it was done with respect. I would be beyond ecstatic for a gay or lesbian relationship, that was treated well and respectfully and not fetishized. Not there for shock value. Which is starting to happen more, I’m pleased to note (the ships happening, not the fetishizing).

Take one of my favorite ships: Hannigram. I love it. I ship it on and off screen. On the show and in fanfiction. I mean it practically is canon. I would very likely still read fanfiction even if/when they continue the series and it becomes a reality. Because I’m pretty damn sure that they would show the good and the bad of the relationship and keep it interesting.

And oh my goodness I would be beyond ecstatic if Marvel would follow through on Stucky. I think we all would be. Gah!

And like… if Star Wars would finally give me a polyamorous relationship as part of its main, or near-to, characters… it would warm my soul to feel a part of me recognized in mainstream culture. And you’d be damn sure I’d still be shipping it.

(Game of Thrones had a really good opportunity to make Rhaegar and Elia and Lyanna married, all three of them, but instead they stomped all over poor Elia and her children… my heart!)

As some people have pointed out, a lot of writers don’t know how to write a relationship after they’ve gotten together. This feels true to me. Good examples of the opposite, though, are Bones and Castle and Outlander, and even Shadowhunters with Malec, and Buffy. Usually, though, writers don’t quite know what to do with characters once they’ve gotten them to this point.

This is what I am referencing when I say I have bad experience liking ships after they become canon.

But I am SO here for writers getting better at it. Especially as they start to explore LGBT+ and minority representation. 

(And maybe part of why I don’t like canon ships… is because I am also bored with the het white ships that keep popping up… just a thought that came to me reading comments and reblogs. It’s worth considering.)

I don’t check out if the ship becomes canon. Not at all. I cheer alongside the rest of people.

All I am referencing is that the fanfiction about these canon relationships (something I typically love more than canon) seems to suffer and peter out afterwards.

And here is my response ^ that will now be viewed as “the lady doth protest too much”. But whatever.

Enjoy. xoxo)

GoT Afterthoughts 7x07 The Dragon and The Wolf (Jonsa Edition) SPOILERS

So here we are -the finale. I’d like to bitch about how badly we’ve been ripped off by D&D, but I don’t want to be repetitive. lol

We begin our episode outside the walls of Kings Landing. It looks like the Unsullied have abandoned Casterly Rock for a display of power and muscle, and are quickly joined by the Dothriaki -whooping and hollering in a most obnoxious way (I truly dislike them). Jamie and Bronn watch from atop the ramparts for some lively “cock banter”, ya know, since D&D are epic writers and such.

Side note: I love how they slowed down Dany’s theme song here. At least the musical score is never disappointing.

We get a nice aerial shot of Euron’s huge fleet, as what’s left of Dany’s sails towards KL. Jon, ever a Northerner, is NOT impressed with KL.  Stay true to your roots, Jonny boy. Suspiciously (not really), Dany is absent. Gee … I wonder if she’s planning on a flamboyant dragon-styled entrance?

The Hound goes below deck to check if Bones is resting comfortably. The box is quiet -must have been that Dramamine they gave him to counter his seasickness. Nope -he’s awake, and clearly feels their hospitality leaves something to be desired.

Side note: I wonder if Jon inquiring how many people live in KL is a foreshadowing of a future disaster there? Remember that there are casks of Dragon fire buried everywhere beneath the city. I’m almost positive that will come into play next season.

We jump quickly to Cersei in the Red Keep who’s been informed that Dany isn’t with her entourage. How much you wanna bet that Cersei’s thinking the same exact thing I wrote above? She informs Ser Gregor that if anything goes wrong, he’s to kill the silver haired bitch first, then her brother and then the bastard who calls himself King.

Now we’re back with the entourage, and we get a bit of a history lesson about the dragon pit ruins, and Jorah says something I perceived to be very important (as well as synonymous of Dany and her conquering Targ ancestors):

Jorah: Dragons don’t understand the difference between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children.


We learn how over time, with entrapment, the dragons withered away to nothing, small as dogs.

This particular part didn’t serve any purpose, other than to reunite the original brotp3, Pod, Bronn and Tyrion. We see that they all still have a fondness for each other -and perhaps a foreshadowing that Bronn will be switching allegiance soon. The Hound and Brienne also have a surprisingly friendly reunion, as they bond over their adopted daughter, Arya. I’m glad they brought her up, and I’m so very excited to see a Hound/Stark girls reunion next season!

So, we’re in the Dragon Pit now, and truthfully -this entire 20 minute scene was utter garbage, and I’m pretty pissed that they wasted nearly the entire finale on this flaming dumpster, tbh.

Clegane bowl is coming. Cersei is annoyed with Dany’s theatrical entrance (and truthfully, the extra-ness of it all was kind of lame). I guess it was necessary to put Drogon in the dragon pit? But when he flew away, let’s be honest -his wings would have sent those canopies hurling away and knocked everyone on their asses, too.

Euron’s a dick. Tyrion attempts to open the floor for Jon, Cersei is her usual snarky, skeptical and extra self (I fucking love her), and finally Sandor releases Bones, and ……  the Dramamine must have kicked in? Time for a jump scare!

Bones charges Cersei and is yanked back just in time. The Hound cuts him in half, but he keeps on coming until Jon does his sales pitch demonstration (how sad do you think Kit was that they made him do this terrible scene?) of fire and dragon glass (thanks Davos, for your assistance).

Euron peaces out -all but throwing up deuces upon his hasty exit, but not before propositioning Dany. Cersei agrees to the truce -tell me honestly -did you all REALLY believe her? She suddenly became so reasonable, which is schiesty as hell, if you ask me. She throws some shade at Dany, and asks Jon to stay neutral. Cersei specifically evokes the honorable Ned Starks name, insinuating that she can trust the son to be as honorable as daddy dearest.

Did this jump out at any of you? Because of course Cersei does know that Ned was honorable -yet, she also knows that he had forsaken that very honor in the end, for his daughters -at the request of Sansa (per Cersei) to save his life (and probably hers) which was all for naught because Joffrey was a cunt, as Sandor would say -but you get the point to this clunky run-on sentence, right? And not only that, but he LIED to everyone, and especially the people he loved and cared about (his wife, best friend, family) to save the life of his nephew -and he went to his grave with that secret.

So what am I saying? Honorable Ned wasn’t above lying for the greater good, or to protect the ones he loved. Does that put some things in perspective for you?

Back to our story (however shitty it is for the time being) Jon declines. Choosing this moment to back Dany, and again “figuratively” bending the knee to her -this time publicly.  

Side note: Dany’s face in this moment. She’s so smitten with Jon.

Cersei basically tells everyone to fuck off, and exits stage left. Brienne attempts to slap some sense into Jamie, uttering two words that stop him dead in his tracks: FUCK LOYALTY. This isn’t about honor and following whomever you’re loyal to -it’s about humanity. Did she appeal to his better side? Methinks so.

Now everyone takes the time to belittle Jon for doing the very thing that they haggled him about for the entire season. But Tyrion the KING of bad ideas this season, has yet another -he’ll go talk to Cersei alone.

He magically warps to the Red Keep, somehow making it through the city and the castle without being murdered for the hefty price on his head, but …. that D&D logic, tho. He and Jamie say “goodbye” one idiot to another (hey, you guys said it -not me), and as foreboding music drones in the background, the standoff begins. But, so I guess that Jamie and Tyrion decided to let bygones be bygones?

And to one of my favorite scenes of the episode -my God, Lena and Peter SLAYED THIS SCENE! After the accusations fly, Tyrion tells Cersei to have him killed -the Mountain reaches for his sword and begins to unsheath it, but the order is never given. Cersei looks torn. Perhaps she isn’t as heartless as she tries to portray? Perhaps a tiny part of her does have affection for her little brother? Or maybe she just doesn’t want anymore Lannisters to die? I’m not entirely sure of her motivations, but she certainly looked gorgeous in this scene, though.

After Tyrion collects himself (and likely wishes for a clean pair of shorts), he downs a goblet of wine and pours his sister a cup. We know now that he does regret killing his father (despite deserving it), and that Tyrion really doesn’t want to see the end of his family. Is he lying? Doubtful. He loved her children as she did (except for Satan incarnate, Joffrey). He realizes that Cersei is once again pregnant, and somehow appeals to her better senses ….

And I’m just here SCREAMING at the TV: why do you all believe her??? This is Cersei -the son Tywin always wanted -but with a vagina (oh, the irony)!!

We jump back to the Dragon Pit where Jon is back to brooding as he shuffles through some dragon bones. He lets his disappointment in the turn of events known, as Dany decides to join him. She tells him she respects what he did (is that what we’re calling it now? did ya’ll see her face when he announced his allegiance with her? It’s cool Dany -I “respect” Jon snow sometimes when my hubby isn’t around, too 😂) and then begins telling him how the end of the Dragons is what really spelled the end of her house. The dragons made them extraordinary -without them, they are just like everyone else. (BINGO).

This leads to Jon complimenting her -she’s not like everyone else and her family hasn’t seen its end because she’s still here. Dany follows up that she can’t have children -in case you missed that last episode Jon, when she said the Dragons are the only children she’ll ever have, and then you nodded your understanding when she point blank asked you if you understood. Remember? Oh, are you just double checking? Okay my son, carry on ….

*So this is important:

J: Who told you that?

D: The witch that murdered my husband.

J: Did it occur to you she might not have been a reliable source of information? (Because clearly it’s occurring to Jon).

D: You were right from the beginning. If I’d had trusted you everything would be different.

J: So what now?

D: I can’t forget what I saw north of the wall, and I can’t pretend that Cersei won’t take back half the country the moment I march north.

So -let’s do a bit of reading between the lines here, shall we? What we know now: Dany fully trusts Jon, when she didn’t before. When Jon asks her “what now?” It’s pretty clear that he’s unsure whether or not he can trust her to prioritize the NK and his army over Cersei and the Iron Throne. And her answer lets him know that he’s in the right with his suspicions.

J: It appears Tyrion’s assessment was correct, we’re fucked.

You sure are, Jon. Better think of something quick -because apparently just “bending the knee” may not be sufficient -and you do need those dragons and army.

As if by cue, Tyrion returns -Cersei and her entourage in tow and she agrees to help and delivers one of the most epic lines of the evening: “perhaps you’ll remember that I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you.”


Now I want to ask if ANY of you caught the look that passed between Jon and Tyrion here? Admittedly, I didn’t on my first watch -but it’s plain as day. Remember it -I’ll return to it later, because I actually think it may be important.

Now we take a ravens POV, flying through the heavy snow towards Winterfell. Sansa sits irritatedly tapping her message from Jon on her desk. She’s not happy about the news she’s received. Seems like Jon finally decided to write home and let her know he bent the knee. You broke up with the North in a text message? Really Jon?  

Little Finger does what he’s always done -acts like he’s on everyone’s side while sewing his seeds of doubt and dissension. For those of you who were waiting for the crypt scene payoff: here it was …

While discussing Jon’s “reasons” for doing this, he drops the bomb that the Dragon Queen is rumored to be very beautiful. Why? My guess is he’s wondering if Sansa has the same subconscious affections for Jon that he displayed in the crypts.

S: what does that have to do with anything?

LF: Jon is young and unmarried, Daenerys is young and unmarried.

S: you think he wants to marry her?
(the thought obv never occurred to her, due to her reaction).

LF: An alliance makes sense. Together they’d be difficult to defeat. He was named KitN, he can be unnamed.

S: Even if I wanted to (she doesn’t) Arya would never go for it.

Shut down AGAIN, LF -Sansa isn’t going to turn on Jon. So, he switches gears back to Arya, thinking that’s the key to driving a wedge between her and Jon and setting the crown on Sansa’s head -get Arya out of the way.
He continues his little mind game, encouraging Sansa to play along, and by the scenes end, we’re made to believe she’s fallen for it and is on board. Really -unbeknownst to him, he just planted the solution to Jon’s birthright situation in her lap (when it’s revealed). Unite the North and South by marriage -together they’d be difficult to defeat …. hello Jonsa season 8!

And we’ve warped back to Dragonstone. They’re planning their strategy to head to Winterfell. Jon suggests that they sail together, and Jorah thinks Dany would be safer flying Drogon. Of course because she’s hot on Jon -she’ll take his suggestion -especially since we ALL KNOW the Northerners will NEVER see her as an ally. But she’s all: I’m going north to save them, not conquer them. 😏 So many nervous glances here amongst all the men …

The meetings over, and Theon catches Jon and Davos as they pass through the throne room (anyone else curious about what they may have been talking about?). Okay, and OMG, another important conversation with so much hidden in the narrative!

(I may paraphrase a bit here)

T: What you did in KL, you could have lied to Cersei about bending the knee to Daenerys. You risked everything to tell an enemy the truth.

But …did he?

J: We went down there to make peace, and it seems to me we need to be honest with each other, if we’re going to fight together.

See above.

T: You’ve always known what was right. Even when we were all young and stupid. Every step you take  …it was always the right step.

J: It’s not. It may seem that way from the outside, but I promise you it’s not true. I’ve done plenty things I regret.

T: Not compared to me you haven’t.

Clearly, he’s referring to betraying the Starks.

J: No. Not compared to you.

Clearly he has no intention of betraying his family like Theon did -although I do believe he intends to betray someone.

T: I always wanted to do the right thing. Yada yada. It always seemed like their was …an impossible choice I had to make. Stark or Greyjoy.

Confirmation here. Jon’s angry. He’s angry that Theon betrayed their father -who although may not have been his true father, he treated him like a son-better than Theon’s own father -sound familiar?

J: Our father was more a father to you than your own father ever was.

T: He was.

J: And you betrayed him, betrayed his memory.

T: I did.

J: But you never lost it. He’s a part of you, just like he’s a part of me.

Jon may as well be having this conversation with himself next season! Well - at least parts of it.

T: But the things I’ve done …

J: Its not my place to forgive you for all of it. But what I can forgive, I do. You don’t need to choose. You’re a Greyjoy and you’re a Stark.

*I love this little nugget, because I feel like it gives credence to my Wars of the Roses meta theory -that Jon will combine both sides of his heritage/houses into one. Although, the deeper meaning behind it, is he’s allowed to be both without betraying the other. And …. he will always be a Stark.

The conversation continues with Theon explaining that Yara tried to save him -she needs him now. And Jon gives Theon his blessing to go get his sister: “So why you still talking to me.”

This scene with Jon was truly beautiful, with true healing quality for Theon. A little bit of old Theon emerges when he doesn’t stand down to one of Yara’s men and takes a hell of a beating (damn, he really is a Stark -can’t keep my babies down!) and succeeds in rallying the men behind him. Not for him -for Yara!

We return to Winterfell where a very forlorn Sansa stands upon the ramparts in her and Jon’s “spot”. Is she thinking of him? I believe so -but that might just be my pesky shipping goggles. Sophie Turner has looked exceptionally beautiful this season -like bewitchingly so. She’s always been lovely -but damn. Shaking off her sadness: my skin has gone from porcelain, to ivory, to steel -she steels herself for what must be done, and orders the guard to have her sister brought to the Great Hall.

We flash to the Great Hall. Arya is escorted in, as Sansa and Bran sit like they’re about to judge her. Arya and LF share a “fuck you” stare, and Arya asks Sansa if she “really wants to do this?” Sansa replies that honor demands it, and after Arya’s “get on with it”, Sansa rattles off charges, and then flips the script on LF, leveling the charges on him.

Haha! He blinked so hard, I thought he was about to fall over! As Sansa annihilates him with charges, he stumbles with excuses, but all 3 Starklings gangbang his ass, and he’s done for.

Using his own lessons and words against him -the student has surpassed the teacher. “I am a slow learner, it’s true -but I learn.”


And with a nod of Sansa’s head, and despite his resorting to crying and begging, Arya slits his throat before he even realizes what hit him. For all his scheming, what was his legacy …? I would have liked to see him go out with a bit more fight -but maybe that’s the point.


To the Starks, who fought to make it back to Winterfell and each other -family is everything. They’re a united front.

We jump back to KL for the last time this season. Jamie is going over battle plans with the Lannister soldiers. Cersei dismisses them and asks Jamie what he’s doing- he tells her that he’s planning his expedition north. Cersei resorts to her usual cruelty: “you really are the stupidest Lannister.” She tells him it was all a ruse, and Jamie’s not happy about this. After accusing him of conspiring against her and telling him that Euron didn’t really tuck tail and run, but instead went to pick up the mercenaries she purchased with the help of the Iron Bank, Jamie finally grows a pair! He pledged to ride north and he intends to. Cersei’s last bit of treachery is FINALLY the straw that broke the camels back!

Cersei threatens his life -reminiscent of her earlier scene with Tyrion. Jamie calls her bluff, and again she doesn’t act on it. And as our hero leaves for the North, Winter has finally arrived at KL. (Told you better things were in store for my Golden boy … can he really be TPTWP?)!!

We head back to Winterfell -Sam and Gilly have arrived and Sam seeks out Bran. Not gonna lie -this part confused me a bit, because I thought Bran was all knowing ….yet, he asks Sam WHY he’s come to Winterfell. Also -it’s Sam who informs him that Jon isn’t a bastard. Also -why has Bran told this to Sam, and not his sisters? Unless he has? And we just haven’t seen it? Like the Starks conspiring against LF? Makes me wonder of the other things that may have happened offscreen this season, too ….

Bran does what he does and goes back in time to witness Lyanna and Rhaegar’s marriage -Roberts Rebellion was built on a lie. Jon’s real name is (barf) Aegon Targaryen, and he’s never been a bastard -he’s the TRUE heir to the Iron Throne -all of this over boatbang, sucking all the romance out of the coupling and painting it in an ominous light -just as I suspected. Remember when I told you all that CONTEXT was everything, and that there was a reason we found out about Jon’s parentage prior to boatbang -and the reasoning behind overlapping R/L’s wedding wasn’t to depict this EPIC romance, but to instead imply incestuous overtones and foreshadow the future Targbowl? Yep. That’s about it in a nutshell. But, more about boatbang towards the end -as well as my suspicions …

We return back to Winterfell, where our Starkling sisters are perched upon the ramparts. Here they confirm their bond, both understanding the true strength of the other, and that despite each others quirks -they love one another and will take care of each other ….just as their father would have wanted. “When the Snows fall and the White Winds Blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”  Despite their losses, the Starks are a pack, and they will endure.

Lastly, we shoot to Eastwatch, where everyone’s favorite ginger is perched atop the lookout post -probably daydreaming of Brienne. A horn blows as the NK’s army has finally reached the wall. Viserion, gorgeous blue eyes shining soars through the air with the NK on his back, and shooting flames to match his eyes -the wall begins to crumble.

We see people getting caught up in the destruction -hopefully not Tormund, because I’ll fucking riot, as the wall falls and the dead march forward into Westeros.

Winter is here.

Okay, so back to boatbang. Aside from the basics I outlined above -let’s break the scene down.

Jon stands before Dany’s door. His expression is troubled. He heaves a heavy sigh, then he lifts his hand to knock on the door -yet he hesitates before actually knocking. Why?

After Dany bids him entrance, Jon closes the door and we see Tyrion emerge from around the corner. Unless he’s been stalking Jon -he has perfect timing. Why is this? Could it be that Jon was just with Tyrion? Could that look they shared at the Dragon Pit mean something? Could Jon be the means as to which  Varys suggested Tyrion find a way to make Dany listen? Tyrion’s expression doesn’t look like jealousy to me -he looks concerned, worried even. Has he conspired against his queen, knowing how smitten she is with Jon, to stay the course and maybe feels guilty because he knows she’s falling for Jon and he’s playing her? Have secret discussions been going on offscreen, like with the Starks, only to be revealed later? You’ve kind of gotta wonder this season …

Look, whether or not you subscribe to the undercover lover theory or not, you’ve got to admit that there’s been a lot of oddness surrounding this rushed romance. Two episodes ago, Jon was ready to hightail it out of Dragonstone and never look back (and he didn’t, although Jorah did), and we’re suddenly supposed to believe he’s smitten? I guess If I shipped them, I’d want to believe that -but what about Jon’s odd behavior? The fact that while Dany has literally poured her heart out to him, yet he’s managed to share absolutely NOTHING personal with her is a HUGE damn red flag to me.


Could he be attracted to her? Sure. She’s quite beautiful and he’s not blind, but it seems that D&D have been hiding little clues within the narrative -they’ve also managed to successfully sabotage this relationship before it even got off the ground -with the parent reveal last season. The way I see it, is we’ve got a strong case here, and a 50/50 chance that this is all for show and Jon’s actually LISTENED to Sansa -that he’s being smarter than father and Robb, that he’s NOT a Northern fool -and he REALLY does know how to play the game. All this talk of Ned, and honor?

OR, he is truly a damn fool and Jon Snow really does know nothing …. I just can’t stand by this. If I’m wrong, fine -but everything screams at me that that Jon knows Cersei was lying, or just doesn’t trust she’ll follow through. Jon knows that  once Dany figures that out, she’ll probably want to go back south with her dragons and armies -pledging himself to her clearly didn’t work (as witnessed by her words at the Dragon Pit) -but clearly she’s smitten with him …he’s seen her heart eyes. What’s a sure-fire way to get her to commit to the war and assisting the North in fighting? Why, committing to her man, of course.

So, back to analyzing the sex scene. There was no lead up -no first kiss, no tender caresses -just a closed door and then BAM two naked (damn Kit, daaayum!) people. Dany seems to have taken the aggressive stance on top. Jon  flips her into missionary, and before he thrusts, STOPS -again, like at the door, he’s hesitating as he looks down at Dany, regretful -like he’s not sure he should do this -NOT because he doesn’t want her (he IS a man, after all), but because he’s feeling guilty about what he’s about to do (to her), as she stares up at him all dreamy-eyed and awestruck, and he doesn’t feel the same way. Make no mistake that I do believe he likes her as a person, but love is not reciprocated here.

He heaves yet another heavy sigh, with this same haunted expression, and then pants as he steels himself to go on -seemingly forcing himself to continue, squeezing his eyes shut as he kisses her. All I heard in my head was Arya saying “get on with it”.

This was not romantic epic love. Jon didn’t look at Dany like she hung the moon. We’ve all seen the way he’s looked at Sansa -

Vs. a very intimate moment with the woman he “supposedly” has fallen for?


I may be wrong about undercover lover, but I think that there was so much more than meets the eye here.

Buckle up babies -we survived season 7 and boatbang.

Season 8 is ours and Jonsa is STILL endgame. It is known. 😘

anonymous asked:

Hi love , I'm recently in love with your blogs and all . Can you please so a BTS Reaction to their S/O falling alseep with other member (too sexually) 😏😉😉😂


Originally posted by ksjknj

When Namjoon gets back from the studio, completely exhausted (especially after the hot shower he has just taken) and finds you in his bed with Taehyung, his mood doesn’t improve at all. The violent storm outside goes perfectly well with his growing anger. He gets closer to the bed, realizing how close you two are, Taehyung’s leg over yours to wrap himself around you. The size of your shorts never bothered Namjoon until tonight… He leans over you and taps your shoulder while a thunder breaks out at the same time. You wake up immediately, startled and lost for a moment, waking up Tae who doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on. When you see the cold glance that Namjoon gives you, you shudder and say in an embarrassed whisper : « I was waiting for you but I was so scared of the thunder, so… I asked Tae to stay next to me so we could talk… I guess we fell asleep ». This explanation doesn’t really seem to suit Namjoon who bites the inside of his cheek, restraining himself from making a scene in front of Tae. You try to take the hand of your boyfriend who pushes it away, turning his cold gaze on Tae who looks at him with big eyes. As Namjoon turns his back, you grab his sleeve and force him to look at you. Before you have time to apologize, Tae catches Namjoon’s other sleeve and pulls him towards him. Joonie falls between you two, cursing in surprise, and slightly jumps when Tae wraps his leg and arm around him, his hand grabbing your shoulder, getting you closer to Namjoon’s back. He closes his eyes and says innocently : « Let’s all sleep together tonight… I’m scared of the thunder too, Hyung… ». Trying to hide a laugh, you huddle against the back of your boyfriend, hugging him tenderly with your arms around his waist. Namjoon lets out a curse in a breath, defeated by this stupid thing called cuteness.


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Tae has been playing for an hour with Jungkook when he feels the tiredness after eating invading him. He suddenly wants to take a nap with you and wants to feel the heat of your breath against his neck. This wonderful idea in mind, he leaves Jungkook to join you in the living room where he left you with Hoseok & Namjoon. When he arrives in the room, Namjoon is no longer there, but Hoseok is. Tae can’t miss him : you’re sleeping against him and his hand is on your head, as if he had fallen asleep while stroking your hair. Tae doesn’t take a look at the TV that keeps playing the movie and gets closer to you, his heart getting heavier. He takes off Hoseok’s hand of your head, waking him up, making you open your eyes. Tae sadly looks at you as you quickly get up as you realize that you fell asleep against Hobi. After a last guilty look at Hoseok, you take your man to his room to try to make yourself forgiven, apologizing again and again, without much success. Taehyung stays cold for the rest of the day, not even making a scene, just ignoring you. You really hurt him and he needs time to get over it. When night falls, as he watches you pass your hands on his thighs while he sits on the bed, you can see in his eyes that there’s only one way for him to forgive you : you have to show him that he’s the only one who can obtain whatever he wants from you, the only one to possess you entirely.


It’s been a while since Jin no longer hears the silly shouting of the kids in Jungkook’s room, so it’s natural that he goes to kookie’s room to check if everything is okay, especially since he asked them to take care of you. When he opens the door and finds you sleeping like a baby, head on Jungkook’s leg while the maknae is still playing on his xbox with Hobi & Jimin, he can’t restrain an outraged shout. You wake up by jumping, your head bumping violently against the joystick, making Jungkook jumps too. As you massage your head, growling under the pain, furious to be woken up like this, Jin begins to yell, throwing angry sentences at you faster and faster, looking more and more annoyed. You straighten up when he asks you to come closer to him and don’t even try to say anything, knowing fully well that Seokjin is going to talk about this all day. He only calms down hours later, after hearing your excuses thousands of times. He doesn’t forgive you, he’s just tired of yelling.


Originally posted by beatriceindre

It’s very late when Hoseok finally comes back from the dance studio. He can’t wait to feel the warmth of your arms around him but his impatience is stopped by seeing you on Yoongi’s lap. He drops his bag on the floor and approaches the sofa where Yoongi looks at him with a frightened look, his arms open wide, completely stuck under your grip. You are on his knees, facing him and firmly embracing him, singing a little childish song. When he sees the staggered look Hobi gives him, Yoongi starts to whine : « She drank a lot while waiting for you, don’t ask me why… She fell asleep so I wanted to wake her up so that she could lie down in your bed but she caught me and threw herself at me ! She immobilized me and didn’t stop crying by saying your name, she kept saying how perfect you are, that she doesn’t deserve you, that she’s afraid you will leave her… I spent the worst night of my life, please help me… ». Hoseok sighs at his friend’s desperate look and bends over to try to get you off of him. Suddenly, you start shouting « No ! I want my Hobi ! I want my baby ! ». Yoongi starts to grumble, waving his arms impotently, making Hoseok finally smile. He still tries to get you off of him, gently saying your name. As soon as you hear his voice, you turn to him and almost falls on the ground. Once you’re in Hoseok’s arms, you start to cry like an idiot, hugging him tight while he kisses your head.


Originally posted by cyyphr

Yoongi is finally done shooting his scene and quickly joins the car, knowing that you have been waiting for him. He opens the door and sighs when he sees Tae & Kookie asleep in the back seat, taking almost the whole surface with their long bodies. His eyes lands on Jimin who sleeps curled up on the other side of the back seat. You’re leaning against him, your head against his neck, your mouth a few millimeters away from his neck. The sight of Jimin’s hand, too close to your thigh, makes him violently slam the door. He goes around the car and, when he opens the door on your side, almost making you fall on the floor, you realize that you’re going to regret it. He clenches his fingers around your wrist and pulls you away from the car, making your heart race. Once away from everyone, he begins to speak to you in a harsh voice : « Why are you sleeping against him like that ? What the fuck, Y/N… I’m really fucking mad, right now… ». On the verge of tears, you try to apologize, knowing fully well that he will not talk to you for the rest the day, he’ll maybe even go to sleep in his studio… But at nightfall, as you cry silently in his bed, you feel his arm passing around your waist. You let out a long sob, squeezing his arm against you, shivering when his lips touches your neck.


Originally posted by kimthehyung

When he leaves the studio and finds you asleep against Namjoon, your back resting against his chest and your hand nonchalantly resting on his thigh, Jimin can’t restrain his annoyance. He hates it when you’re too close to another member and this time, it went a little further. He’s about to awaken you without much gentleness when he realizes that the table is strewn with his favorite dishes, small hearts carved by you to decorate the table. He sees a little ridiculous sign in the hand of Namjoon : « Good job, Mochi ! We’re proud of you. » Jimin suddenly feels guilty, guessing that you waited for him to celebrate the end of the recording of his solo song. He nervously passes a hand on his neck and leans towards you, stroking your cheek. When you start to slightly move, growling as you wake up, Jimin whispers : « I was getting so fucking mad, but you two are really cute… Don’t ever fall asleep against him like that, tho. »


Jungkook knows very well that you hate horror movies as much as Jimin, so he left you on the couch with him, preferring to get closer to the screen so he can’t miss anything. As the movie ends, he turns to ask if you have not been too scared (this little shit has completely forgotten you during the movie) and he sees Jimin asleep against you, his head comfortably resting on your breasts. He gets up quickly, grabs Jimin by his hair and hisses : « Get the fuck out of my girlfriend boobs, you little… ». He doesn’t end his sentence, his voice covered by Jimin’s scream. You stand up, awakened by these two idiots, and yell at Jungkook when you see that he’s hurting Jimin. When Jungkook throws a look at you that could kill you, you close your mouth, realizing that he has the right to be angry. Jimin apologizes, trying not to burst out laughing, slipping away to let you both argue in peace. You slightly blush, not liking the look of reproach that Jungkook gives you. You straighten up, trying to soften him with your doe eyes, and says quietly : « You should’ve have pay attention to me, I was afraid… And tired, too. » Jungkook hisses between his teeth again, pulling your hair like he did with Jimin, making you understand that tonight’s gonna be rough for you.

Where The Wild Roses Grow

Summary: When Jughead becomes an active member of the Southside Serpents, him and Betty are starting to grow further and further apart, as the boiling volcano of Riverdale’s Civil War is threatening to erupt in full force. Can a heart to heart with Alice Cooper and an old Serpent jacket give Betty and Jughead the hope they both need?

(This is huge so grab snacks and drinks. The Bughead scene ruined me. I apologize for all of this. Warning: full angst and sin ahead! I’m not describing it as much anymore cause after the Jughead I saw in the finale that’s a given but still, after I post this, I’ll crawl under my covers in blushing embarassment.😂 Here you go, lovelies! I hope you enjoy this! ❤️)

“On the second day he came with a single red rose

He said, "Give me your loss and your sorrow?”

I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed

“If I show you the roses will you follow?”

The snow is slowly melting under the heaps of rain and so is her will to contribute to life these days. The icy scenery that adorns Riverdale gives out under the rays of sun that stubbornly peek through the pine trees and white oaks, ridding their leaves from the coldness of nature, only to become shiny droplets of clear water that hold the whole kaleidoscope of colors, just like tears and their colossal scale of emotions. He is the ice, she is the stubborn sun; that’s what he tells her through the sad darkness of each night that they lay together but further and further apart. He says it as a compliment, in the most sullen John Wheelwright fashion, but she accepts it gladly as her fingers form infinity signs over the crackling ice of his golden heart. Her hair is golden too under the dim moonlight, it’s a match made in heaven, and she vows that tomorrow she will try to burn hotter than the December sun over the patches of snow that are menacingly trying to turn him into a lifeless statue. And she does. But not today.

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Ultimate Victuuri FicRec List 2.0

since my first post did so well, and since my addiction to reading Victuuri fanfics has spiralled even FURTHER out of control since the original, I decided to make another of these monsters. Cinnamon rolls and sinnamon rolls are both welcome here.

I found many of these on the blog @victuurificrec and you should go follow her for even MORE recs because Hailey is a gift to this fandom. Go give her some love

original Ultimate Victuuri Fic Rec can be found here


Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui | 6k words | explicit

- I have NEVER seen Victor this weak. This is beautiful. This is a gift from the gods because I am weak for Victor being weak. Get rekt

The Start of Life by livixbobbiex | 20k words | explicit

- The single greatest honeymoon fic I have ever read. It’s long but it will run you through the entire emotional spectrum in the best way. Also I’m a sucker for any story where Victor has a sweet relationship with his babushka.

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe | 1k words | general

- A one shot that will give you ALL the warm fuzzies. Takes place right after The Kiss, features more kissing, and just…God. Fuck this fic, it has murdered me. Cutesy, G-rated Victuuri feels for dayssss

Security by Harlequinade13 | 5k words | explicit

- Post-canon shenanigans. Yuuri is v popular with the boys and his fiance gets jealous and then they make out at a Christmas party. It’s great. Great, I say.

UTC plus nine by anirondack | 5k words | explicit

- Don’t read this one in public, or you’ll end up like Yuuri when bae sends nudes…

Thirst by victuurikatsudon | 2k words | explicit

- DEFINITELY do not read this in public and also pray for forgiveness after you do read it, because this is nothing but sin. Sweet, sweet sin. Victor is a sex god and phone sex ensues.

Pearl of the Danube by FunnyLittleOwl | 11k words | explicit

- Some post-engagement travel shenanigans in Budapest and LOTS OF FEELS. I’m not crying, you’re crying!

The World Opened With You by DiAnna44 10k words | teen and up

- The most beautiful Musician AU in existence I s2g. Happy tears and warm fuzzy feels all around. Starts off sad, ends with Good Shit. This fic deserves so much more attention!!


The Rivals Series by Reiya/Kazliin | 268k words between 2 fics | 14 chapters and 3/8 chapters | explicit

- This series includes Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches, which is complete, and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, which is a WIP companion fic to UMFB&MHA. Basically the biggest fics in the fandom right now, if you haven’t read them yet I STRONGLY encourage you to do so. This shit even has a TV Tropes page. (Make sure to read Until My Feet Bleed first.)

Cause I’m a Taker, ‘Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji | 40k words | 9/? chapters | explicit

- Canon compliant, but Victor and Yuuri actually start out as fuck buddies. Then Victor catches Feelings. Wowowowow

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0 | 22k words | ¾ chapters | mature

- Canon divergence where Yuuri and Victor meet by sitting next to each other on a plane. Victor doesn’t recognize Yuuri but Yuuri recognizes Victor because, well, bedroom full of posters anyone? Sexual tension ensues. Bonus: Yurio and Yakov are there too. Rip them for having to deal with The Gays

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds | 63k words | 18/? chapters | mature

- IF YOU AREN’T READING THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOURSELF. Like, the fact that Vitya has long hair throughout should be enough for you but the fact that Yuuri is Eros, God of Love and all your favorite characters are gods should make this fic required reading.

Let’s Be Sinners To Be Saints by r_musings | 64k words | 8/? chapters | explicit

- Ok so here’s the thing: this is tagged as rape/non-con but I promise you there is no rape, there is one scene involving non-consensual touching but not between Victuuri, and there are warnings at the beginning of the chapter. That being said, THIS FIC IS GOLD AND DESERVES SO MUCH MORE ATTENTION, GO DO IT

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some more gorillaz headcanons
  • murdoc is actually pretty decent at voguing and can pull off a flawless death drop. he does it whenever he’s not getting his way and wants to be petulant about it. there have been a lot of arguments in which murdoc is about to lose but instead drops to the ground suddenly and slides away on his back, whining “you can’t maaaaake meeeee.” he’s been doing it less as he gets older but he’s still not allowed to come on supermarket trips anymore. last time russ wouldn’t let him get the sugary cereal he wanted and he death dropped in the middle of the aisle and caused a scene and a cleanup on aisle 4. 
  • everyone steals everyone else’s nail polish, even though as a whole the band has over 400 different bottles. this sometimes leads to really passive-aggressive messages in the group chat. when noodle was little, she insisted on painting everyone’s nails for them; this doesn’t happen as much anymore, but since there’s always a bottle of nail polish somewhere in reach, long conversations between people tend to be held over a communal nail painting session. 2d still can’t paint the nails on his left hand; murdoc usually paints them for him. 

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Saturdays (pt 1)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (in pt 2)

Member: Jungkook

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4484

Summary: After three months of loneliness and insecurities while on tour, Jungkook comes home to you.

Part 2

This is just pure fluff tbh. But Part 2 will much more explicit (and will be posted within the next two or three days at most). Enjoy!

You weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been sitting on the window seat with your knees pulled into your chest, the cool wall leaching all the warmth from your spine through the thick material of your hoodie. All day you’d been lounging in the comfort of your apartment, basking in the calming serenity of the pouring rain pattering against the wide window. The view of the Seoul skyline piercing the gray swirling clouds above was beautiful in the most hazy and sleepy way, almost as if the entirety of South Korea had just woken up from a Saturday-afternoon nap and hadn’t yet wiped the sleep from its eyes.

Saturdays were one of your favorite days, mainly because you didn’t have to worry about your usual responsibilities of college and work. You preferred to spend most of your Saturdays at home to recharge before having to finish up any assignments you’d been procrastinating over on Sunday, and you often found yourself devoting Saturdays to pampering yourself. Eating whatever you wanted, messily slathering on a face mask, taking a long steaming bath to relax your tense muscles, the works. At that point in the day, you’d already cooked yourself chocolate chip pancakes (You woke up around 11:30am, but who’s to say pancakes have to be reserved solely for breakfast time?) while your favorite moisturizing mask was caked on your skin. You stuffed the fluffy, sweet deliciousness in your face ravenously as you binge-watched YouTube videos, the only worry you had being that you may not have enough syrup.

Now you sat, four hours later, curled up by the window, still sucked into the void that is YouTube and enjoying the melancholy rainfall that was baptizing the streets of Seoul.

As much as you loved Saturdays, you couldn’t help but feel sad that you’d spent so many without your boyfriend around to participate in the self-care. The two of you had made it a tradition to spend Saturdays together and bond over cartoons and unhealthy snacks. Even though he basically lived with you when he wasn’t forced to stay at the dorms or travel for a tour, Jungkook was insistent on coming over and talking about each of your weeks through mouthfuls of pizza.

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Okay, so I just rewatched The Six Thatchers for the first time since the premiere and I have to beat a dead horse here, so If you want to go down that conspiracy rabbit hole, feel free to continue past the cut (it is an all-encompassing rant). This is your warning, no fair reading on and then getting upset over it and fighting me on my own post – that is not tolerated.

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“I Won’t Leave You Again”

Request: Hey Sweets. Damn today is horrible :/ Would you mind doing an imagine with Bucky where you had a one-night-stand after a rough Mission but you both have Feelings for each other which you dont talk about. So after the sex he just leaves, leaving you heart broken. Over the next days you avoid him then and Natasha finally tells him he is an ass (cause she knows what’s going on). Then he realized how stupid he was and buys you flowers and all and apologizes, then you talk about your Feelings ? :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2122

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, fluff

A/N: i teared up while writing this. okay i changed it up a little bit. i think it is my best work. thank you for the request. i hope i dont disappoint. leave a request or just come and talk. taglist is open ( i added protective Tony because who doesnt love it)


Originally posted by gliceria

Heartbroken. That’s how he left you. Heartbroken, alone, and in tears.

Today’s mission was a tough one. Everyone was left battered and bruised. Steve had a bullet wound to the shoulder and Natasha broke her arm. You had a sprained wrist and cuts all over your body (being thrown through a window will do that to you.)

You and Bucky had an unspoken bond. You could fight together like a well-oiled machine, and he felt terrible that he couldn’t stop that from happening to you. All he wanted was to protect you; to keep you from harm, even though he had caused the worst pain you had ever felt.

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If Revance ~Papa is an Idol~: Rikudoh Kyohei

SUMMARY (Contains Spoilers)


The above is the living room of the house where the MC lives with Rikudoh and Kanato, their 11 years old son. He is so damn adorable for his own good. He reminds me of Eisuke’s son, who gets jealous and kind of possessive (not as much for Kanato though) towards the MC. The whole deal is because Kanato is jealous over seeing how the MC always gazes at Kyohei in a love struck manner whenever Revance is shown on the TV. This side story shows how much Kyohei understands about his son despite being out of the house for a long period due to work. And how the MC is being loved by both the husband and the son.

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A Crossroad Deal (1)

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: A little of everything

Word Count: 7k

College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook

Warning: language

A/N: The genre is for the whole story over all and not just this chapter. There will be fluff scenes scattered within chapters though. The story starts off slow but picks up with the more chapters added! I hope you enjoy =)

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How Syfy's 'Wynonna Earp' Is Paying Homage to 'Buffy'
"The one thing that I strive to emulate from Buffy above everything else is that despite its camp factor and its low budget, it really was about something — about being a woman in the modern world and carving your path and making your own family," showrunner Emily Andras tells THR.

Much like Buffy, there’s some apologizing that goes along with admitting to watching Wynonna Earp. But if online fandom reveals anything, it’s that there’s an audience, and that audience is starved for strong, well written female characters. What do you hope viewers takeaway from the show?

Look, it’s a big concept, and it’s almost a hard sell. The title is slightly ridiculous, and the budget is like, $10. It’s a lot like Buffy in that way. I always say, you can see the zipper up the back of the werewolf’s costume. The one thing that I strive to emulate from Buffy above everything else is that despite its camp factor and its low budget, it really was about something — about being a woman in the modern world and carving your path and making your own family. You can enjoy Wynonna for both things. I don’t apologize for anything. Especially in today’s political landscape. I think about people who come home after a long day working, and there’s no shame in turning on a show that is pure escapism, that makes you feel joy and laugh out loud, and cry. And maybe make you feel a little empowered for 42 minutes. I want to show that there is more than one type of woman in the world, and there is more than one type of a way for a woman to be a hero. I really relate to people that have struggled to define themselves and to become who they want to be versus what society thinks they should be. It’s something I’ve fought against my whole life, and I think that’s why I feel so passionately about representing good LGBTQ on TV, as well. Obviously, the LGBTQ community is one that never sees themselves represented in a way that feels real and fresh and diverse. It’s time that our entertainment delivered real characters to us wherever possible. I just want people to feel inspired. I don’t care which character on Wynonna Earp inspires you because I think they’re all flawed and heroic in a different way. The way that people have embraced Wayhaught is huge to me, the sister relationship is huge to me, the bromance is huge to me. I tricked everybody and wrote a sci-fi show and then added a billion female characters in the traditional male roles, and it seems to be working.

You need to get to at least season 6 for your Buffy-inspired musical episode. Do you think Wynonna Earp could ever possibly go there?

Tim was on a show called Instant Star where he played a boy band manager. Obviously Dom [Provost-Chalkley as Waverly Earp] can sing as we’ve seen on an episode, Mel has a beautiful voice, Shamier is an incredibly talented singer and I believe dancer. I think Kat Barrell can sing, and if not, we can help her like they helped Amber Benson who was so shy on Buffy. And if not, she can rap. Full Haught gangster rap. With Nedley.

The online fandom, lovingly referred to as Earpers, are dissecting scenes, analyzing hand placement and making gifs four minutes after every “Wayhaught” scene.

They’re zooming in and looking at backgrounds, graffiti, outfits…

And there are Twitter handles for pieces of furniture and body parts.

Every body part of Nicole Haught has a Twitter handle
It’s hard for me to explain to people. As an artist and as a goof, how gratifying is that? That people are so in love with it that they appreciate the time and care we put into it. The online community has probably been my favorite part of this experience. When everybody’s live-tweeting together on Friday night … People love this show, but they’re also making fun of the campiness and joke about it, and it’s a safe place for us to do that. We can still be critical and tease each other about this thing we absolutely love. They’re so passionate and dedicated, and I think that’s what helped our show stand out in such a crowded landscape. Again, this is an underdog show, and it’s a hard concept to spout on Fridays at 10 p.m. I’m just really happy that it’s being judged on what it is as opposed to what it should be. I could spend the rest of my life with the Earpers. I’m so proud of them, and so lucky to be a part of it.


dramaticanexit  asked:

Hi, I'm working on a historical fiction set during WW2, and at one point I'll be reaching an assassination (it's a hypothetical book, though, in real life, he died 8 days later). Do you have any ideas on how to keep people feel tense?

Thanks for your question :)  I love historical fiction, so I’m really excited for you and your story!

Creating and Maintaining Tension

Tension in fiction is a vital part of keeping your page-turner… page-turning.  The only reason your reader still has the book open is in the anticipation of something happening – and when you heighten your level of tension, this anticipation is increased.  It’s like the electricity that keeps a movie projector running.  If it runs out, your story is cut off before the audience even finishes.

While there should always be some level of tension and conflict running in your story, there are instances (e.g. your assassination plot) that require extra intensity.  There are many popular methods of creating tension, some of which you’ll recognize as commonly used in episodic TV to make sure viewers keep up with each episode of a show.  Here are some of my favorites…

1. Foreshadowing

The beauty of tension lies in the moments before the Major Event takes place – so when you’ve got an assassination coming, place your first focus on the chapters leading up to it.  Foreshadowing is a powerful tool as long as it is used sparingly, and gently.  It should not be too obvious – e.g. “I fear something terrible will happen tomorrow,” “It felt as if it were the last time I would ever see him again,” and alike.  This sort of foreshadowing can feel forced; rather than creating tension, it diminishes it.

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There is a kind of foreshadowing that I prefer, though.  I think of it as reverse-foreshadowing, because rather than a character/narrator hinting at bad things coming, there is an expectation of good things.  For example:

Imagine a scene between a man and his daughter, who have been estranged for many years.  The man is terminally ill, but he and his daughter have the first happy evening together in a long time.  Unbeknownst to them, the father will die in the next chapter.  You could foreshadow this by eluding to the fact that while they’re both having a good time, they know that this may be their last night together.  OR you could have the father begin to believe that he could fix his relationship with the daughter – to think that he might have enough time to change his ways.  In saying this, you create stakes; you create a reason to hope that the man won’t die, yet also the fear that he won’t have the time he needs.  This can prove more effective than the first idea.

2. Repetition

Another method of increasing tension involves the repetition of key words, mirrored situations, or other motifs related to the Major Event coming.  An example of key-word repetition would be to take a specific term (e.g. “Hail Hydra”) and use it in many instances throughout the story, so that when the reader lays eyes on the word/s, there is a familiar sense of fear.  Mirrored situations could work on your characters’ or reader’s superstitions or fears (e.g. the narrator taking note of a certain look in the eyes of their violent mother, and then, years later, recognizing the look in her boyfriend’s eyes one night).  Using strong imagery in repetition can provide intensity in a powerful way.

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3. Withheld Information

This one is my favorite, because it works in so many different areas of the story.  One surefire way to create tension = reveal as little as possible, as slowly as possible.  Give your characters one strong hook, one reason to hang on, and keep everything else close to your chest.  Specifically:

Don’t reveal your villain’s plans – just reveal that they have plans, and that they may be related to the person you wind up killing off.  As long as they know something is going to happen, they’ll stick it out to see just what it is.

Don’t let the events transpire all at once.  When you know you’ve got readers hooked, switch over to another plot/situation.  Milk it as long as you can; make them wait for the Big Thing while entertaining them with other Little Things.  It’ll frustrate the hell out of them, and they’ll love it anyway.

Don’t end chapters at their natural ending.  Instead, cut things off in the middle!  Tease readers with uncertainty.  In reality, people don’t know what’s going to happen next – that’s why reality can be much more frightening and intense than fiction.  Life isn’t easy to predict because it doesn’t always reach resolution when we want it to.  Channel that into your writing and the idea of an assassination becomes much more effective.

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Those are just to name a few, and I actually have a lot more to say on this topic, so I might make another post later on.  I hope this helped!  If you have any further questions, be sure to hit me up :)  Happy writing!

If you need advice on general writing or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

☽"Sexual." Min Yoongi |AU ☾

✄Yoongi X Reader

✄Genre: Short Incubus AU

✄Summary: You move into a new house… A new haunted house. Haunted by an sensual evil spirit named Yoongi.

A/n: Inspired by: “Broken - Lund”

The house had potential, it was very large and had a charm to it. I liked it but none of my friends or family did, claiming they felt uncomfortable in the house once I moved it.

I ignored them, and started on doing small renovations here and there, changing things to my liking. The house soon came to become something I’d seen out of a magazine or on some tv show.

The place was perfect. After many sleepless nights from changing things about the house it was soon to be one month since I moved into the house.

It was perfect.

I sat with my orange juice reading my favorite book at the time, in front of a window that let in a breeze that passed by once in a while. It was a sunny day, the birds sitting on the window and eating from the bird feeder.

I sipped from my glass and set it down, accidentally dropping it on the ground. I groaned in annoyance “My mother gave me that glass damnit.” I placed my book on the small table and rushed to the kitchen to fetch paper towels.

I ran back and was shocked to see the once broken glass or orange juice on the ground gone. The glass was filled with juice and fixed all in one piece.

My eyes grew in size, “I could’ve sworn it was-it broke. I swear!” I tried to rationalize with myself, but then brushed it off as me just seeing things.

A few days later I was watching tv in the living room, the classic 50 shades of grey was playing. A sex scene played on the screen.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, it was interesting to see such an act. I felt the blanket on my legs slide off slightly and fingertips trace the lace on my panties. I looked down to see a figure, a man his eyes as dark as night but his skin a contrasting white. His eyes were shaped like crescent moons, they pierced my soul. It didn’t help that he had two large horns on his head.

I felt so scared I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed, my body wouldn’t work as much as I was yelling at it to. It didn’t.

The figure-man-demon-thing looked at me in such a sensual way I felt instantly attracted to him. He said something but it was so soft I almost didn’t hear it, “I want to undress you.” His voice was so low and deep my panties damped.

I finally found my voice to yell out and run from the house with my phone in hand, calling my mom to come and get me.

I hadn’t been back to the house in 3 days. It gave me anxiety knowing that creature might be there still, it makes me feel like I’m constantly being watched.

“Maybe you should get a cleansing done on the house before you go back.” My mom recommended. And I agreed, next thing I know there’s a spiritual healer setting down crystals, burning incense, telling me what to do to have positive energy in the house.

“There is definitely a certain energy in your bedroom, I feel a strong mans presence in there. It’s like he’s just lying on the bed waiting for you. He’s very sensual, he waits for you everyday.” She tells me.

My jaw dropped “Are you serious?” I start, “A few days ago I had something that happened to me that freaked me out badly, there was this man that laid on top of me, he was touching my legs and such. He had very dark eyes, pale skin and horns…” My eyes were so wide, because I never told her about feeling any presence in the house.

She looked over to me, “He’s very kind but won’t allow you to leave his embrace, he only wants you.” She sighed, holding a crystal up to the air and saying a few things. “He won’t hurt you unless you hurt him. He keeps saying he just wants you.” She puts the crystal down on a counter and tells me to never move the crystals then leaves with a smile, waving kindly.

I rubbed my arm shyly, knowing that someone was watching everything I did. I was a very self conscious person who didn’t like attention, I preferred to be alone. I walked silently to my room, and felt his presence.

It was definitely strong, like a mans presence. I sat on the end of the bed, looking around to see if anything would happen. After a bit of waiting the presence felt closer, as if it was right beside me, so I began to ask questions.

“What’s your name?” I asked quietly, as if I would scare it away if I talked any louder. And almost immediately I heard a deep voice say “Yoongi.” I got goosebumps all over my body, the voice was so clear and distinct I could make it out as the voice from a few days ago.

“Why are you here?” The questions went on. “I live here.” Yoongi responded, his voice was so loud it was like he was an actual person. “Why don’t you show yourself?”

“It’s sometimes hard to fleet between worlds darling.” His answer sent chills down my spine I visibly shook. “You ask a lot of questions, it’s cute how curious you are.”

“Well, I’m sorry for asking so many, but why do you want me?” I asked hesitantly, I folded my hands in my lap waiting for an answer, anything. “Because you’re to pretty to resist.”

And then and there the figure appeared right in front of me, my eyes trailed up his tall figure until it landed on his eyes. I gulped, scooting back onto the bed further away from him. “Don’t be scared, I wouldn’t hurt you. As long as you never leave me.” He smiled flashing two sharp fangs.

I nodded not wanting to piss him off, the things he could do to be ran through my head at once. “What are you?” My last question seemed to make him smile, as he began to move closer to me till he was hovering over my body.

His dark eyes held no life in them, his lips held no color along with the rest of him. “I-my dear-am a incubus. I feed off sexual encounters with humans. It’s what keeps me alive.” Yoongi smiled.

My first thought was another question “W-will you kill me?” My voice shook so hard I couldn’t believe he heard me. Yoongi shook his head, “Not unless you give me a reason to.”

I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, closing my eyes to register what was happening.
I opened them again and saw how handsome he actually was.

I poked his shoulder to see if my hand would go through him or not. Surprised that it didn’t I jumped back. “He’s real.” Repeatedly went through my head.

“Of course I’m real.”

I screamed so loud it scared him, I started to cry so scared I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a helpless child crying.

“Don’t be so loud.” He put his hand over my mouth, him now straddling my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows.

He smirked down at me, “Don’t be so surprised at these type of things if you’re going to live here. I’m going to be here till you leave baby doll.”

I nodded, not being able to find my voice right away. “C-could you at least not watch me showering… And could you also just stay visible? I’m kind of freaked out that you’d be wondering around invisible…” I pleaded.

He thought about it for a bit, “No can do princess. I’ll do as I please and come as I go. And I definitely can’t miss out on you showering, it’s the high light of my day.” He winked before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“I’ll let you calm down for today, since you’re so shaken up. But I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss me to much.” And with that he was gone.

The day goes on with no other sign of him. It’s oddly quiet in the big house and it’s making me nervous. I’m always on edge, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing ever did happen for the rest of the day, but the night was a completely different story.

I turned off the lights in my room and laid in my bed, getting comfortable before trying to fall asleep. After countless tosses and turns I laid still on my back with my eyes open. Sleep wouldn’t be coming to me any time soon.

I felt something wrap around my ankle and pull so hard my ankle popped. I screamed and scrambled out of bed looking around for the culprit. My ankle wasn’t hurt surprisingly. I saw a black fog in front of me. I waved my hand and it went through the fog.

Suddenly Yoongi appears with his eyes in crescent moons and his mouth forming an evil grin. “Got you.” He laughed so hard he doubled over holding his stomach while we fell onto my bed.

“What the hell!?” I yelled, my cheeks tinted with red, “You could’ve broken my fucking ankle!” My face scrunched up and my eyes wanted to shed tears. My anger got the best of me and I charged at him.

Before I could even pounce on him he disappeared I fell face first into the bed. I looked around for him before feeling the bed dip and my back being pressed into the mattress.

I turned my head to see his form hovering over mine. He flipped me over into my back, holding my chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You can’t get me that easily.” He chuckled.

His slanted eyes pierced through mine, showing glints of playfulness. “You’re going to have to try harder baby doll.” Yoongi’s gruff voice spoke. It was interesting but frightening to say the least. This creature just roaming my house as he pleases, without my consent.

“Well what do you want? You’ve been bothering me for a few days now.” I sighed giving in to him. “I want you, for the rest of your stay here.” He smirked, pushing my shirt above my belly button with his elongated nail. “I know you’ll grow tired and leave, or you’ll get so addicted you stay till death. There is no in between sweetheart.”

“What do you mean addicted? To what? You?” I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. “I’m sorry to break it to you but your not the best thing that’s ever happened.” I joke lightly. But he doesn’t seem to take it that way, his pupils dilate and he’s centimeters away from my face with my hands over my head in less than a second.

“I was, and am the best thing that’s ever happened to this world. I was created to fulfill you humans dirty little fantasies. I can put you out on the spot and make you beg for my touch without lifting a finger.” His hand traveled down to my shorts tugging on them, “I know what turns you on, I know what can make your pretty little panties wet.” He pulled my shorts down past my knees and slid them off.

“I know how much you dream of being held down and mercilessly be fucked until you can’t feel your legs.” He pushed my hips down with one hand and his other came back up to slide a finger over my clothed sex. “I know you want to be choked until you pass out, i know you want to be spanked so much your ass turns red.”

He moved aside my panties and inserted a long finger. “I know you want to be fingered so fast you scream your lungs off.” He moved his finger around slowly and inserted another one. “I can make your legs weak and give you three orgasms within a blink of an eye.” His mouth came closer to my ear,

“I am..” he pulled his fingers out.

“the best…” he plunged them back in.

“thing to happen to this world.” Yoongi spat, pulling his fingers out and fully detaching himself from me.

I stared at him, his calm and cool demeanor making me go crazy. He literally just made me feel like a fool, he exposed me for the not so innocent person I am.

“How.. how did you know all those things about me.” I asked my voice shaking, my cheeks flared because of the embarrassing state he left me in, my shorts pulled down to my knees, my panties wet, my shirt pushed above my tummy and my face totally fucked out. I looked like some sex hungry whore.

“I know all there is to know, you’re surprisingly hard to read, but once I figured you out sexually you’re as easy to read as a book. I can have you wrapped around my finger without you knowing it.” Yoongi’s confidence got to me, it pissed me off yet turned me on.

“And seeing your Fucked out expression makes me awfully horny. But I don’t want to destroy your pretty little pussy just yet. Your still too innocent baby.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes somehow getting darker, “maybe just a taste wouldn’t hurt. It’s dinner time for me anyways.”

Within a second he had my dripping core hovering over his lips, his eyes staring straight at it. “Don’t stare.. it’s embarrassing.” I tried to avoid eye contact, his piercing gaze to intense for me. He spanked my cheek, pulling my hips to his face. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Yoongi licked one long strip on my lips, making my stomach burst into flames, my toes curling and my hips bucking instinctively. “Ah, you’re turned on by this too? He squeezed my ass, anchoring me down on his tongue. “I-I just want this to be over with.” I stuttered.

I mean who wouldn’t be embarrassed? You have some ridiculously gorgeous man begging to eat you out because he got you all worked up! “Y/n, focus on me baby.” He called as I was in my thoughts, biting the inside of my thigh.

A long moan roared through my throat as he plunged his tongue into me and rocked my hips back and forth. The pleasure overwhelming, I grabbed onto his hair and became to rock with the rhythm he set. His tongue driving me crazy, I imagined him doing this to me every night and got a little carried away. The last thing I know he’s spanking me again and telling me to focus on him.

I stare down at his dead but lively eyes, the gorgeous brown slanted cat like seductive eyes that could eat me alive, stared back. It felt like every time I blinked he’d blink, because I’d never see him blink. He stared, his tongue lapping over me, almost as if he was kissing my lips.

I looked behind me and wondered if he’d needed any pleasure. I leaned a little back and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, earning a throaty groan from under me, vibrating through me as well.

“Don’t.” His dee voice commanded, but I challenged him by sliding my body down over his clothed bulge, the rough material of his jeans contrasting with my naked body. I grinded my hips down, creating friction.

I looked up to see his reaction and his eyes were trained on mine. Like he was watching me the whole time. I felt my mind blur as his gaze put me in a trance. It felt like something took over me.

My hips moved slow and sensually, taking in every detail of his face as I slowed down and sped up. Which ever speed got a reaction out of him. His small groans and his big veiny hands over my ass kept me going. The mere thought of him fucking me into this bed gave me a delight.

“God the thoughts going through your hand contrast so much with your innocent exterior, I don’t know what it is about you but you’re driving me crazy.” Yoongi growled, grabbing at my ass until it felt raw almost.

I can’t take it any longer. I got up and pulled him up from the bed. I laid on my stomach and waited for him. “I want you to fuck me into this mattress, Please.” I turned my head to look at him. His mouth contorted into a smirk, one that sat fine on his mouth. “Yes princess, your wish is my command.”

I heard his zipper unzip and before I knew it I could feel him entering me, fully. No prep, no condom, raw, and painful to adjust to. I screamed out in agony as he began to move around, his size surprising me. “Ah- don’t move please please please.” I gripped the covers, my head lowered and smothered into the sheets.

“What was that baby?” He pushed more of himself into me, forcing a cry out of me. “You can’t take it all princess? I thought you would be a good whore and be able to handle it all. I guess I’ll need to be more gentle with you.” He pulled out and tried again slowly this time.

“I can take it all! Give me everything I’ll please you.” Something took over me and possessed me to say those words, I was definitely not in my right state of mind.

“Oh? Really now? Should I give you it all? Or make you beg more? I can’t decide.” Yoongi smirked, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully in. My insides felt like they were going to burst. “Wait, give me a moment to adjust-ah.” Yoongi ignored me and rammed back into me with full force and pushed me into the mattress. My back being pushed down and my ass being pulled up higher.

A cry crawled out of my throat, my fist balled up full of the sheets. He was going at it like there was the last time.

“You feel so good around my cock baby, the view of your face pushed in the sheets and your ass hiked in the air gives me the chills. I’m glad you decided to move in. I could get used to this.” Yoongi confessed, making me turn to look at him. “I-I-im” nothing came out my stuttering mouth. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure this creature was providing.

He thrusted in deep and you could feel your soul leaving your body. It felt like bliss, nothing could compare to the sensation you were experiencing. His body was warm against yours, his defined muscles on his stomach grazing your backside. “It feels so good,” You whimpered earning a low groan from the back of his throat. “Don’t stop please.” You could feel his speed start to pick up at you encouraged him to go faster and deeper.

Throughout the whole night filthy words filled the air and you felt bliss one too many times. You found that he’d never tire but you definitely did. It was the 5th round that night. You both fucked until the AM, you were falling apart at his will but he was perfectly energized and loving every bit of your human body. Tears stung in your eyes as you climaxed for the 5th time, “I’m so tired.” you finally admitted. You expected for Yoongi to laugh in your face for being a weak mortal but he did the opposite.

Yoongi let out a short sigh “You took long enough to say so, I thought we would have to go longer than 5 rounds.” He laughed falling down right beside you in your bed. “I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got things to do.”

Your breathing was still ragged, trying to even out before looking at him as he stood up and smiled down at your sprawled out form. “I’ll definitely be back for more, don’t worry. Also I advise you to rest for a while, you might feel weak for a few days.” The infamous smirk appeared on his lips as he disappeared into thin air, expecting a puff of smoke to appear but nothing. Just you in a now cold bed with weak limbs.

Your head turned to the left by your bedside table and you saw a glass of water with a letter next to do with two tablets. You took the letter and read the only two words written on it. “Get rest.” you smiled while your cheeks turned a light shade of red. “Fucking idiot.”