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Life of the Zodiacs #3 (unedited)

Missed The Last Chapter? Read it Here :)

thank you to @kaylaofcastaway @books-beast-and-readerry and @azurekid for helping me edit and/or cowrite chapter 3!

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Cancer groaned from being woken up so abruptly and rubbed her eyes, “What time is it?”

“Pancake time!” Aries and Pisces cheered and pulled the half asleep redhead out of bed.

They dragged her into the kitchen only to find that it was no longer empty as it had been five minutes earlier. Capricorn sat at the table with a steaming cup of coffee reading the newspaper, Aquarius was laid out on the couch watching the news with Virgo, and Libra was sitting next to them, but she was much more concerned with whatever was happening on her phone than the tv.

“Where’s Taurus?” Aries looked around for her food enthusiast friend. “I totally thought she would’ve woken up earlier if it meant she got Cancer’s rockin’ pancakes.”

“Sagittarius texted she’s still asleep,” Libra updated the small group.

Aries frowned, “What about Leo?”

“Ya, I wouldn’t expect him for a little while,” Libra spoke without looking up from her phone. “It takes him forever to get ready. Oh, and Sagittarius says he’ll be here when pancakes are ready.”

“I guess I better start making them then,” Cancer yawned and began searching for bowls.

Pisces plopped down in a chair across Capricorn, “You know, with Taurus being an actual chef and all you’d think she’d at least help you out.”

However, everyone seemed to have forgotten that a crucial part of making pancakes was missing, except for Capricorn who was smirking in his chair waiting for them all to realize what he’d already known since the night before.

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Again on this Exposure BS

Time and time again, people who repost try to reason with artists that they’re “helping” by “sharing” since it gives the artist exposure. Time and time again, artists have to explain that that excuse is complete BS. This excuse along with “I didn’t know who the artist was to ask for permission,” are probably the most irritating excuses that I get.

Since so many people still don’t get it, let me come in with a visual. Here are the current viewer stats on a comic I did a couple of months ago:

And here are the viewer stats of the dub by Sakura, to whom I give permission to:

As you can see, she has 700k+ views on her dub of my comic (which I’m quite honestly surprised by lol). I’ll start off by saying that I make Sakura wait at least a week before she can dub any of my content. By the time she uploaded her version, my video already had over 100k views. Since then, my video has racked up about 30k+ more views while hers goes on to get 700k+. That 30k+ is actually a lot more than usual. My views typically stagnate once Sakura puts out her version.

The majority of my traffic comes from suggested videos and since Sakura has a waiting period to dub, most people will find my new content and subscribe to me before I send her the files and she dubs it. Sometimes people will see my content first but aren’t even interested in subscribing to me.

Lol you guys don’t understand the level of salt I felt when I saw this comment on one of Sakura’s videos after I posted Booby Trap. Like I mentioned in a previous post about exposure, most people would rather follow aggregate accounts rather than follow individual artists. Exposure? Null and void. That person couldn’t even bother remembering my name despite liking my comic that had not even been out for a full day.

Another thing, sometimes, even with credits and whatnot, people seem to overestimate the intelligence of their audience. You won’t believe how many people will comment and praise the reposter for “their art”. It’s really amusing actually because I’ve heard Sakura repeat herself so many times saying “This isn’t my art!” and there’s even a disclaimer on the videos itself. Yet, I still see comments saying “I love your art!” Also funny that the opposite happens on my channel with people going “Who’s the artist?” “Did you draw this?” Here’s a fun case:

Someone actually left me this comment on a comic that Sakura hasn’t even dubbed yet. It had me going “what?????” I’m the only person who should have this comic. There shouldn’t be any mistake as to whose art it is.

And get this, Sakura’s channel is a popular channel.

Who the flying f*** do you think you are that you would be able to get me exposure if Sakura doesn’t even bring me much exposure? But you know what? It doesn’t matter if I get the exposure or not because if I tell you I don’t want you spreading my content around, you don’t spread it around. I’m not asking for your help nor do I need it. When an artist tells you to remove their art, you do it. Don’t f**king argue with your stupid bullsh*t.

On a side note, @princess-sakura-serenity​, I caught up on the comments on this vid and I’m dying from all the comments about the moaning.

Stay a Little Longer (Kenji x F!MC)

Book: Hero

Pairing: Kenji x F!MC (Sutton)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1454

Summary: After a fight, Kenji and Sutton talk and Kenji persuades her to be late.

Note: So I technically already completed a request @kenjkats sent me with four options for the new kissing prompts, but this one just wouldn’t get out of my head. :) This is for kissing prompt #19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer.

Kenji is not a morning person. Sutton almost always wakes before him, usually with him completely wrapped around her. As much as she loves burrowing under the blankets, and Kenji’s warmth encompassing her, she can only lay there for so long before she’s restless and ready to get up for the day. She tries, every time, to inch her way out from Kenji’s embrace without waking him, but she hasn’t managed yet.

He always grumbles when he feels her move away, his grip tightening. He also usually convinces her to stay in bed, with warm lips and hands roaming across her skin, pulling her pajamas off, and whispers of why she shouldn’t get up quite yet in her ear. But this morning, he’s in a dead sleep, barely making a sound when Sutton lifts his arm up and slips out of bed. She’s still exhausted, but her brain is on overdrive, so she gets up.

She quietly makes her way into his kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and inhaling the strong aroma. Kenji teases her relentlessly about her coffee addiction, usually while he’s sipping his tea and she’s on her third or fourth cup.

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Niall AU// Where The Heart Is

Part 3

Masterlist || Series

Almost ten houses in two days. Every single one was damaged in one way or another. Niall was very patient throughout the search. He kept his mind open to any idea you had to offer about anything on the properties. Some of these places were unsure of, but Niall tried to find the upside to them all.

“And here’s the worst house in the neighborhood,” you said as you walked into the front of the house. To say you were a bit disgusted was an understatement. “A couple was attempting this flip this property after someone else tried, but they decided to cut their losses and sell. The good news is that it is everything you’re looking for size wise. The bad news is I am certain there are more problems in this property than we can see.”

Some of the walls were busted into and the floor was covered in debris. Some of the windows were broken as well. You knew some problems laid among those walls.

“What are you talking in price?” Niall asked, walking with you into the old kitchen.

“Only €750,000 and in this neighborhood, that’s a steal,” you told him. “But no one wants to take on this home because of the two failed flips.”

“That backyard is amazing through,” he smiled, looking through the kitchen window. “I know it’s a bit patchy and the pool is a bit green, but I see it Y/N. And that staircase just needs some love and upstairs needs the same. I want this place Y/N.”

“Niall, we’ve only looked at two rooms and the backyard,” you told him. “I’ve been a little irrational in my days, but maybe we should look around a bit more before we make this purchase,” you reminded him.

“Y/N,  the exterior—not even the interior matters; the only thing that matters is how I feel when I’m there. I wanna feel at home. And I feel at home here. We can look around some more, but I think this is where I need to be,” Niall slightly smiled. “I mean I can see it, Y/N. I see it all here.”

“Okay, okay. How about we at least look around upstairs and the basement before we make one of the biggest decisions of your life,” you insisted. “If you still want to purchase this home, I’ll call the realtor.”

Niall agreed before allowing you to lead him upstairs. You were a little concerned with the creakiness of the floor and the state of some of the walls. But any flaw you saw in the home, Niall considered it an asset. When you saw the toilet in the hallway, Niall just saw it closer to the stairs to be thrown away. Any water damage seemed like an opportunity to get the price down.

The basement wasn’t even done. It was spacious and entirely concrete. All Niall was a new canvas for his new basement.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Niall commented, “I still want this house.”

“Please don’t be irrational, Niall,” you begged him. “This is a huge project and I would hate to see you take it on and experience a living nightmare. I just want you to think,” you told him.

“And I’ve been thinking and I just know. Have you ever just knew?” You nodded. “Well, I just know that this is where I belong. Why keep searching when everything you want is right in front of you?”

You weren’t sure if Niall was crazy or if he was actually on to something. To be honest, you didn’t want to see any of the other homes; your feet were already hurting. And Niall knew what he wanted.

“I can call the realtor and see if we can get the price down, but you really want this house, it’s yours,” you explained. “I can probably get them down to  €735,000; it’s been on the market for awhile and I believe there are more issues than we can see, but I can kinda say that you can call this house yours.”

“Let’s give them a call then,” Niall said, handing you the informational papers you gave him.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, pulling out your phone and calling the number. You stepped outside to your car and laid out your notes on your car. You had never had to close a deal on a fixer-upper, but you assumed that it was like a regular home.

“Hello, this is Y/N Y/L/N, and I am calling about your property on Wellings…”

You were in this conversation for about fifteen minutes just on negotiations. Niall eventually joined you outside. You assumed he was looking around the house or the backyard more, but you were focused. You were determined to close the deal on this home no matter what happened.

“739 is my client’s last offer before he walks to look at the different property,” you finally said. You were silent for a moment before you looked over at Niall and smiled. “Okay, okay, great. I’ll be down later to pick up the paperwork. Thank you so much,” you finished before hanging up the phone.

“Can I assume you got it?” Niall asked, cheerfully.

“Once you sign, you can call this house a home. Congratulations!” you cheered, handing him the rest of the information about the house.

“Oh my god, wow. I’m a homeowner. This is great, thank you!” he proclaimed, wrapping his arms around you. You were a little taken back by this action. Mostly because he didn’t hurt your stomach in any way, but by the way he made you feel. “I would ask if you wanted to celebrate, but I know you have other clients waiting on you.”

“Uh yeah but if you want to come in later to sign on your house, that would be great because then you can get in and start demolition by next week,” you told him.

“I’ll swing by later tonight then and we can get those papers in order,” he agreed. “I’ll see you then.”

“That you will,” you retorted before getting into your car. You waved off backing out of the driveway.

The rest of your day consisted of showing houses to other clients. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about Niall coming in later. Even if it was just to sign papers, you were excited to see his smiling face and hear his Irish accent. He had a way of brightening your day. It never took much. Just his mere laugh was enough to change your day for the better

You stacked the papers on your desk as you waited for Niall’s arrival. You had finished everything for the day. You sat at your desk as everyone in your office began to leave for the day. You sighed as you waited for him. Lights began to turn off, leaving you a bit discouraged.

Some of your colleagues walked past your office. Some gave a friendly goodnight while others gave a simple wave. You could see your receptionist Morgan packing her things up. She caught your disappointed eye line before walking into your office. “Hey, boss, you okay?”

“Yeah uh, I’m just gonna start packing up now. Goodnight Morgan,” you smiled. She nodded before leaving.

You packed up your things into your work purse as you closed up your office. You walked through the dark office to the elevator door. You opened the elevator to only meet Niall’s worried face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry that I so late!” he apologized. “I lost track of time, and I then I ran into some traffic. Plus, I suggest not taking Wymon Street home, you know if you have to take that street home; I don’t know where you live actually, but–”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you told him, calming him down and chuckling. “I have your papers for you to sign. We can do it before I leave.”

You pulled the papers and a pen from your bag and placed them on the table next to the elevator. Niall took a long sigh before picking up the pen and reading it carefully.

“Y/N, before I sign this, I want to know if you want to help me with the design of my home,” he offered. “I know what I want, and I know you know how to make it happen. I’ll pay you a reasonable salary, and it’ll be on your time.”

You were flattered, but you did not have any experience with designing a home. You could only find what people wanted; you didn’t even know where to start with Niall’s home.

“Niall, look. I would love to help, but I think you should hire a professional to help you. I have some numbers of some interior designers that I think could really help,” you told him as you pulled out your phone to look up the numbers.

He stopped your searching by putting his hand over your phone and lowering it, “And I know professionals, too, but I want you to help me. I think we would make a pretty great team together.”


“Y/N, please.”

“Are you doing this because you think I can do a great job or is it because you like me?”

“It’s kinda both,” he smiled and nodded. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I really like you, Y/N. I know you want to wait, and I respect that. But when I see something that is good for me, I get a feeling. I got that feeling about dreaming of my company, wanting a fixer-upper, buying this house, and I get that feeling with you. I don’t want to sound like that guy, but I’m rarely wrong. I don’t want to regret waiting when I believe we have something here.”

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair, “If we would have met before I met Paul or even before I got pregnant, I could consider taking this step with you, but–”

“No, I get it,” Niall quickly said. He took the pen and signed the form and dated it. “If you’re still up to help, you can, but you don’t have to.”

“Niall, I’m sorry, I just want to give us a chance when our lives aren’t too hectic,” you explained.

“When aren’t our lives going to be hectic?” he asked. “You’ll be working, and I’ll be working. You’ll have a child, and I’ll be traveling and working on my house. I don’t even know when our lives would be calm enough to even give us a chance.” He took a step closer to you to give you the papers.

You always found yourself getting trapped in his words. His voice was a soothing to you, even when he was upset.

“Niall…I’m afraid, okay? I already lost a guy the moment things got rough and things were changing, and I don’t think I can handle that again,” you told him. Some words were being choked in the back of your throat as you tried to speak. “I know you follow your gut in every decision you make, but I can’t take that chance.”

Niall’s heart felt heavy as you saw your emotions shift. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it the top of it with his thumb. You didn’t allow a tear to roll down your cheek. You placed your forehead on Niall’s chest. The hall was silent. The only noise that was occurring was the ticking of the grandfather clock and your post-cry breathing.

“I’m sorry,” Niall whispered. That was all he whispered as he held you. Your head laid on his solid chest.

“No, it’s my fault; my emotions are all over the place,” you admitted, removing yourself from his hold. “But I want to give us a try, but I want to take this slow, Niall. I don’t wanna rush into things, okay?”

His smile grew wider before he nodded. “I can do that; I can do slow,” he said as his hand grazed across yours. “How about dinner on Friday at this Mexican restaurant downtown. I can pick you at your house maybe at 6:00?”

“I would love some Mexican food. I’ll be ready when you come,” you said, picking up your forms off the table. “But I’ll also be around during construction to help, so I also see you when you need my help.”

“Definitely, so Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday.”

Rain, Coffee, Confessions - George Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: Hey could you do an imagine from Georges reaction when you tell him that you are in love with him for a long time? By the way i love your blog :) and sorry for my bad english i’m from Germany

Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get around to this request, I apologize! Hope you enjoy it!


y/n’s pov-

Rain splatter the dry side walk until the once pale brown concreate turned a dark muddy color. Dark clouds loomed above the London skies making the air cool and crisp. I mentally applauded myself for having the decency of mind to pack my throw over sweatshirt instead of leaving it back home like my mother had suggested.  

Traffic roared from the buzzing streets as George Weasley and I exited a muggle movie theater. Originally, Fred, George and I had all planned to visit the movie theater, seeing as they had never been to one, but a slight crease in the day’s events when Fred Weasley came up ill and on strict orders from Molly was conditioned to bed rest for the entire day or “sentenced to death and chained to my bed as well as starved for the day” as Fred liked to put it. So, being too lazy to reschedule, George and I decided to ditch the needy Fred with all his complaints and see the movie anyways.

George was beaming from cheek to cheek as we walked out of the theater side by side. To say he was oozing with joy and amazement would be an understatement. I couldn’t get him to shut up for a solid minute, but that was fine by me. I enjoyed very much so, listening to George talk. His voice, in an odd way soothed me to hear him rambled on. Not to mention his smile and the fresh sent of homemade syrup and forest wood that followed him like a dog making my heart swell. And his smile… oh one look at his stupid grin made my knees grow weak turning into jelly and basically give out.  I knew I had some sort of feelings for him, possibly even love though I denied that every time, and the worse part was each day they seemed to be getting stronger and stronger and I had no possible way to push them down. These feelings just kept rising to the surface. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if we weren’t as closer as we were. I would have an easier time avoid these feelings of love for him, if I wasn’t seeing him every single day. My whole summer was practically spent “renting out” an extra room at the Burrow or sharing with Ginny. The twins forced me to stay and I couldn’t get enough of their supporting family. I was trapped, but in a good way I suppose. I was too confused to figure out how exactly I felt.

“That was pure brilliant! Did you see the way the film just projected itself onto that ginormous screen? My god, I’ve never seen anything like that in my life! For a second there I reckoned those actors were going to jump out at us but they stayed trapped in the screen the whole time! And darling did you see when I put my hand up, you couldn’t see it on the screen… well until I stood up on my chair above that projector thingy and then that awful man in the row behind us yelled at me. What do you reckon he’s got shoved up his-“A bone rattling wave of thunder and lightning interrupted George’s little speech and caused me to jump in shock.  The heavens poured down even more buckets of water making it impossible to see the street signs. I had no idea what road we were walking down and Molly was expecting us home soon.

George gave me a lopsided grin interlocking our hands placing a sweet little peck to my bright red cheeks catching me off guard and leaning down towards my ear so I could hear him better over the sound on the rain smacking the ground,

“I remember when we got off the city bus there was a coffee shop we passed on our walk over to the movie theater. My guess is it’s not too far ahead so why don’t we wait there until the storm passes, mom will understand.”  His breath was warm hitting my freezing neck and I nodded feeling caught in a trance that went unnoticed by George luckily.  Nodding my head still in a daze from the little show of affection, I pulled my jacket snug against my chest not bothering to zip it seeing as the Café was at most a block ahead.

George rushed us down the street, glancing back at me every few steps and asking if I was alright. Several times he offered me his jackets and several times he offered to carry me through the rain so I wouldn’t risk falling but I politely declined him despite his heart melting actions.

Soon we arrived at the “Moonlight” café (( an actual café by my house that is amazing! )) and George being the gentleman that he is held the door open for me and pulled my chair out helping me in. I mumbled a small ‘thank you’ sliding off my wet jacket the clung to my body but before I could fully get it off my arm felt as if it got stuck trying to get out,

“Here I’ve got you, beautiful.” George commented helping untangle my arm and took my jacket off shaking the water droplets off the rough material and setting it in the open seat next to him.

Blushing scarlet red, I took a quick overview of the menus deciding to go simple an order the French Silk Latte while George picked the White Hot Chocolate.

The waitress set our drinks down seeming in a hurry and rushed off to the table across from us scribbling down more orders than she could handle.  The whole place was packed and almost every table was taken by normal people hoping to catch a break from the weather raining cats and dogs.

“Y/n sweetheart, are you alright? Something’s been off with you lately, but I can’t place my finger on it. We could talk about it if you like? I promise I’ll pay full attention and won’t get distracted and I won’t make any remarks or jokes. You have my full honesty.” I chocked harshly on my steaming drink at his kind words. What was wrong with him? Of course George was usually genuine to me but this was something different. He hadn’t crashed many jokes since we left the house or made snad side comments. In fact, he was acting the opposite of his usually humorous personality. Now that I was thinking about it he was using all sorts’ nicknames towards me all day long. I hadn’t noticed it at first and didn’t think anything of it but now I almost saw it in a different light, but I’m sure it was nothing. George probably didn’t even realize.

Setting the scorching coffee cup down, I shrugged lightly not sure how to respond. There was no way I’d tell him I was in love with him. I mean how could I without making things awkward? Diverting my eyes outside I took quick note that the rain storm had stopped significantly and rather turned into a light drizzle. Using this to my advantage, I threw a twenty dollar bill on the table, wrapping my jacket around my body once again and headed to the door with a confuse George Weasley close behind.

“C’mon lets head home, the weathers laid off a bit.” I smiled trying my best to convince him that everything was all good as we continued down our path from before. A silence fell over the both of us as we waited patiently for the bus to arrive and drop us off at Grimmauld Place . The tension hovering over the two of us was multiplying by the second and by the way George fidgeted, I could tell he was very uncomfortable going so long without talking. Breaking the silence, George stood from the bus bench coming over to my side,

“Listen y/n… I’m sorry if I upset you. You know I never meant to push you towards anything. Its just you mean a lot to me, more than you’ll ever realize, and I need to know that you’re okay and that something not bothering you and if something is I want you to tell me so I can help you. I-I love you.. y’know that? I care so much about you y/n and I know I’m probably over reacting but you need to know. You’re so perfect and you need to hear-“Maybe it was the smile tattooed on my face  or the rush of adrenaline I got by hearing him say those three words but without a tad of hesitation I took George’s face in my hands smashing my lips passionately against his smiling into the embrace at the feeling of sparks that ignited from his touch. Breaking apart I rested my forehead against his as the bus pulled up,

“I love you too, Georgie. I’m sorry I was just too scared to tell you how I really felt, but now I know better. Maybe it’s for the best that Fred stayed home.” George smirked nodding his head and lacing our hands together leading me towards the bus when suddenly a scream of urgency sounded,

“George… y/n, is that you?! Not even a call home?! We were all so worried about you two! I’m glad you guys had fun but let’s get home before you catch a cold!” Molly ushered the both of us into the car she tried her best to rarely use, pulled it into reverse and sped down the street heading back home. I reached a hand up to my lip which still felt numb, like it hadn’t happen but I was positive it had.  George smiled over at me kissing my knuckles lovingly. Molly glanced at us through the rearview mirror with a knowing grin,

“So are you two dating yet? That’s all Fred would talk about was how you planned on confessing everything to her today. Y’know y/n that’s why he stayed home! He wasn’t really sick, George just wouldn’t let him come!” She teased half serious laughing to herself taking a sharp right,

“Mom!” I giggled at George who rolled his eyes tightening his grip on my hands. Leaning over the to him I whispered faintly so Molly couldn’t hear,

“I love you, Georgie.”


Partners- Calum Hood

Originally posted by teenagedfricks

Summary: cop!cal (lol is that even a thing), basically you and calum are partners in a investigation 

A/N: I feel like you can put an exclamation mark after any thing and then a name and its a thing (ex: pussyassbitch!luke) 

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25 Days of Klaroline|Day 3: Secret Relationship

This is a drabble I’ve had for a while, it is Klaroline + Rebenzo secret dating, the two couples end up at the same Inn and well…secret’s out. Inspired by Smallville 9x15. I hope you enjoy, lemme know what you think!

Caroline waltzed around her apartment not even trying to contain the bright smile that was plastered all over her face.

“Alright, I’m staging a class A intervention.” Her roommate Katherine Pierce interjected, trotting into the bedroom and plopping down on her bed, a small tub of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream in her hands.

“Oh that’s rich, Kat.” Caroline laughed, “and just what, pray tell, are you intervening for?” She pondered, sitting across from her, tossing the pair of jeans next to her into the suitcase in the middle of the bed.

“You’ve been prancing around the apartment all chipper…and excited.” She complained.

“Well why didn’t you say so, have you called my mom yet? Clearly I need to be handled.” Caroline teased, making hands at the spoon in the brunette’s hand, perking up even more as she forked it over.

“Are you gonna even tell me why you’re so excited?”

“You’ll be happy to know, that Klaus is taking me up to some type of hotel in Upstate.” She revealed excitedly.

Two weeks ago her boyfriend of almost a year had surprised her with reservations to a quaint, and highly recommended place in Upstate, New York. Not that romantic gestures from Klaus were surprising, but she was a bit taken back by the grandness of it. Although she’s surmised it has something to do with deciding to reveal their relationship to his family in the very near future.

If she’s being honest she’s not entirely certain how he’s kept it from his siblings for this long, from the sounds of it, they’re quite the invasive bunch, and he’d been reluctant to expose her.

Elijah and Finn were Corporate for a bank in the Upper West Side, Klaus is a few years in at renowned Architecture firm, and Kol and Rebekah attend Brown, and Columbia—respectively.

Katherine leaned back in surprise, her eyes bearing a mischievous glare.

“I for one am ecstatic to hear that. You can go bother the other guests up there with your bunny activity, instead of me.”

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The MBTI Chronicles: Road Trip

ENFJ: *driving* I told you all this would be fun!

INFJ: *stiff in his seat as the car swerves all over the road* I think I’ll drive thanks.

INTP: *takes out earbud* Did you say that you would drive Thanks? Did you all name the car without me?!

ENFJ: *runs red light*

INFJ: Pull over ENFJ. I’m driving.

INTP: *puts earbud back in* This is Canada, INFJ. Traffic lights are only suggestions.

anonymous asked:

Ingrid trying to write funny poetry: "Roses are Gray, Violets are a different shade of gray, let's go chase cars."

“Yes, you should go play in traffic for even suggesting I’m a dog.”

scenariosforseven  asked:

Hello there, dearie! Fellow scenario blog here! I recently discovered your blog and fell in love with it and if you don't mind, I'd like to request a scenario? It's nice reading them sometimes, as opposed to writing them, ahah! To the request... i was wondering if you could write a scenario with jb and maybe his reaction to like a near death thing? maybe car crash and it's really bad on your side & you're trying to say like "its okay" but it's really not? and just ANGST PLS.

I totally understand! haha Thank you for loving and supporting the blog! Since it’s a near death kinda thing, there isn’t any actual dying involved. I hope you enjoy!


“Babeeeee, why can’t you come over here?” you whined into the phone.

“Babe, I told you I’m pretty tired from the schedule last night and plus manager hyung had something to take care of so I have to stay at the dorm to watch the members.” Your boyfriend Jb sighed in frustration.

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crazycarebare, blackbirdprince and Nonnie prompted “Oh my god. You’re in love!”+ “You’re a terrible liar”+“get down, now!” + “you really weren’t kidding were you?”

Summary: Since they had so much fun last year, best friends Kurt and Blaine decide to join their university’s Freshman Adventure Camp again; but this time as camp seniors. AU!Klaine AO3

Note: Hints of Samcedes, Tike and Niff too. Those that have been following me should know that writing this fic really means quite a lot to me; I spent a lot of time writing and refining it. I was a camp senior a few weeks ago and all the games here were what we played then. It’s the longest fic I’ve written so far and I had the most amazing time writing this. I hope that you all like it!

“Purples, get down, now! Only the Reds can score!”

Kurt chuckled from his seat as he watched his freshies with purple paint on their arms quickly duck, and those with red paint holler for the ball, following the game master’s orders. They were out on the field playing Colour Captain Ball, much like the normal Captain Ball, but with added rules of which colour can score.

It was day one of camp, and to say that he had been nervous was a serious understatement. Being a camp senior placed quite a large responsibility on his shoulders, especially with him being the head senior for his Orientation Group. Luckily, he had the other seniors of the OG to help him out. Blaine, Rachel, Quinn and Elliot were his trusty sidekicks for this camp, and together, they made the seniors of the OG Griffin.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can I request a reaction where you're both stuck in traffic so suggest to suck or jack him off

Jin : “are you crazy, people could see !”

Originally posted by jinful

Yoongi : “and have the trzffic working again just before I cum ? Nope, not taking that risk ! but thanks for the offer”

Originally posted by vminv

Hoseok : “I’d have lost my mind if I say not to such an offer”

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Namjoon : “you always know how to make the best out of shitty situations !”

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin : “is that like a kink or fantasy of yours ?’

Originally posted by baebsaes

Taehyung : “but I insist to return the favor !” wants you to enjoy it too

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Jungkook : would love to say yes but is too shy

Originally posted by bluesushikitty