ugh you little shits

Stop Jungkook 2k16

- He’s ruining everyone’s bias lists
- He’s been working out too much
- The other members fear him
- He’s throwing winks and smirks any chance he gets


Haruka: I’m so lucky my room would be near the kitchen~~

Ayano: Yeah~ And I really like my house color hehe~

Takane: HA OF COURSE Shintaro would go to the house of the NERDS~

Shintaro: Well, at least I’m not EVIL…* Ene flashbacks*


The Foretellers - Pokemon AU
       (click individuals if they’re not hq)


Laura Roslin: (…) I’m going to be slipping away from this life very soon. And I’ve gotten kind of curious as to what that’s going to be like, and so I did some research. And there are some people who say that when people are getting closer to their death, they just don’t care as much about rules and laws and conventional morality.
Gaius Baltar: Are you threatening me?
Laura Roslin: No, I’m just saying have a quiet life, and I’ll die a quiet little death, and everyone will be happy. It’s just that I’m not in the mood any longer to indulge you. And that’s… all.


We’ve all done things… that are hard to live with. So let this be your redemption, if it needs to be, because it might be mine.

The Single Dad Tactic / Simon D

Since I just love @an-exotic-writer so much. And since, I just love Simon D so much, and since, I just have to torture her. I wrote this, very interesting scenario, for the queen herself. 

The Single Dad Tactic / Simon D

Kiseok spoiled you; there was no doubt about that. He was a man’s man, knew how to treat a woman right.  Was always a shoulder to lean on, while still allowing you independence—everything you needed him to be, Kiseok was. There would never be a man on earth you’d love more than him; you were for certain about that.

How you met was an interesting story.

Firstly, you had met Kiseok while he was taking care of his brother’s daughter; a young girl no older than three on the day you bumped into him. It was a hot summer day, uncle and niece out for ice cream when the little girl carelessly wandered off, away from the not-so-watchful eyes of uncle Kiseok and into you, who had been struggling to carry your things home from the market which had caused some books to come crashing down.

It went a little like this:

Your arms had been full for thirteen blocks now, books and other assorted things which you had recently purchased at a discount market which only came around once a year. The books were heavy, and you were now regretting rejecting the bag that the nice older woman had offered you at the cash register when she sold you the books in the first place.

“It’s not that far,” you told her, “shouldn’t be a problem for me to carry them.” With a smile, you turned on your heel and walked out of the tent after bidding her farewell. But now, in the heat of the blistering summer, your arms were tired, your legs were jelly, and you weren’t sure you were going to make it back to your apartment in one piece.

It was a long walk back, twenty blocks at least and you were trying your best to avoid any hazardous steps on the sidewalk as you made your way, but there was one thing you couldn’t account for; a wandering child that was weaving her way towards you and before you knew it, tangling herself in your legs causing you to trip, and down came all of your books. Of course, you had knocked the girl over—she had barely come up to your knee and wasn’t paying any attention, not that you were any better; though there was no way for you to see over your stack of books.

Crying rang through your ears and in an instant; you had forgotten all about your books as you scrambled on your hands and knees, turning around to face the child despite the scraps that adorned your skin. She didn’t appear to be too injured; mostly upset about dropping her ice-cream but you were sure that your knee made solid contact with her forehead.

“Oh my goodness,” you muttered instantly, crawling your way over to her. “I’m so sorry, little one. I didn’t see you! Are you alright?” you asked her, getting close enough to inspect her forehead which had already formed a small bump. She just cried at you, shaking her head as she pointed at her ice-cream which was now melting on the hot pavement.

You frowned for her, offering to buy her another one before hearing a name that definitely wasn’t yours off in the distance. When you looked over, you wished you wouldn’t have. Who you had assumed was the father of the child was making his way over to you in great haste, looking not too happy at the scene in front of him.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” you began to profusely apologize, “I was carrying a load of books and couldn’t see her out in front of me,” you tried to explain, but he passed you for a moment to lift the crying girl off the ground by her arm and hand her the ice-cream that was previously in his hand which seemed to instantly calm her down.

“She’s not hurt; just upset,” he commented to you, “no need to fret so much—children are resilient beings. But, little one, what did I tell you about wandering off? You could have gotten much more hurt, and look what you’ve done—this nice woman tripped over you and now her legs are all scraped. What do you say?” he scolded the child right in front of you and part of you felt bad for her.

She looked at you with big eyes, momentarily ignoring the ice-cream in her hands to apologize quietly to you. “Now, go sit on that bench while I help pick up the things you knocked over,” he told the child and pointed to the bench he was previously sitting on. The child did as she was told, scurrying over to it as the older male kneeled down to collect your books in a pile before turning back to you. You merely watched him, wide-eyed, before he took your hand to inspect the cuts across it.

“Sorry about her—she’s notorious for getting herself into trouble,” he told you, “I hope you’re not too hurt; the worst of it seems to be on your knees,” he continued, taking one of your legs to straighten it slightly, causing a stinging sensation in your knee where it had scraped open and started to bleed.

“The single dad tactic, huh?” you asked him, noting no ring on his finger. You assumed, anyway, the dad part.

“That’s a wild accusation,” he chuckled at you. “Awfully bold to be pinning someone you just met, don’t you think?” he asked you, not daring to look to your eyes as he continued inspecting your wounds, though there wasn’t much he could do about it in the current situation until he pulled you up, flinging your arm over his shoulder after grabbing your books to help you hobble over to the bench where a small backpack resided next to the young girl.

“I think what you may have wanted to say,” he started, setting your books down on the bench as he tugged open the backpack, pulling out a small first aid kit and finding an alcohol wipe to clean away your cuts, “is that you were hoping I had some bandaids to get you all patched up, and that it was no big deal because you were more concerned about her than yourself,” he finished, patching up your wounds after wiping them free of blood.

He admired his work for a minute, packing his things back up but was nowhere near about to kick you off their bench. “And just for the record, I’m Kiseok, and this is my niece; so I don’t know what single dad tactic you’re talking about,” he said—as if you could feel more embarrassed than you already were.

You found out that Kiseok lived four doors down from you in the same apartment building not too long after that day. He’d relentlessly tease you about the single dad thing, which, and you hated to admit it to him, somehow led to a heated argument, which then led to heated touching and aggressive kissing and him pushing you back inside your apartment and closing the door. In fact, every time Kiseok brought it up since then, you could still feel the fiery sting of his lips against your neck from that very night which ended with the two of you tangled up in your bedsheets.

It was two years down the road since then only for you to find out that Kiseok was in fact a single dad upon your meeting, and when he had first informed you of that, you slapped his arm and berated him for making you feel like such a fool that day. He’d just take it and reminded you how honest he was about the situation, but you weren’t having any of it until he’d shut you up with a kiss, the same way he always did.

Kiseok had a son, twelve years old, meaning the boy was born at Kiseok’s ripe age of nineteen. It had been a year and six months preparation—since Kiseok didn’t tell you until the six month mark of your relationship—for you to meet him. You were prepared enough, Kiseok’s son on the other hand, maybe not so much.

But now Kiseok was sitting with you on the couch in his quaint apartment he shared with his son. Honestly, it surprised you that you never saw the boy since you did only live four doors down. You may have seen him in passing, but never clicked to connect him with Kiseok.  Irrelevant for the time being. Kiseok could practically feel your heartbeat in your hand, fingers laced with yours as you curled up to him, having just finished watching a movie.

“Are you nervous?” he asked you. You drew your eyes away from the television to look at him. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to formulate a reply.

“Yeah, a little bit. I mean, I’m sure it’s always rough to try and accept someone new into a crucial position at this stage in one’s life. But I’m confident; if he sees that I love you like you know I do, it may all end up easier at the end…” you replied, the last part of your sentence dying off at the tender touch of Kiseok’s lips on yours. It was barely a feather, lighter than that if possible, just to derail your train of thought. It worked, it always did, he had that effect on you.

“He’ll love you,” he reassured you, lips still teasing yours, but you knew if you went in for it, he would pull away. And he did. He did love you. The only woman his father ever brought home, and he absolutely adored you. You were just like his father, a perfect match in his young eyes. You were a puzzle piece fit into Kiseok and his son’s life. Kiseok told you all about it the next day. His son wouldn’t stop talking about you, even though your meeting was short.

He talked about all of the things he liked about you, all of the things that you and Kiseok had in common, the ways you two were the same, but also the ways you differed that he liked about you. You cared about him differently than Kiseok did—he felt a motherly presence about you, like you had already accepted him as your own.

Though, you had long before you even met him. It kind of came with being with Kiseok. If you weren’t willing to put it all down for the boy, it was never going to work out between you and the kid’s father. Not that you had a problem—you adored that boy as much as he adored you.


Now it was two weeks since then. Kiseok had invited you out for a small little date and back to his apartment for some quiet time and a movie, perhaps. As the two of you walked down the hall to his apartment door, you could feel his hand tightening on yours now and again, his face becoming slightly nervous. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you knew he would tell you in due time.

His lips feathered over yours, barely a touch as the two of you reached the door as Kiseok fished his key out of his pocket. The door opened easily and Kiseok invited you into comfy clothes before residing on the couch, your legs draped over his lap as he rubbed them, watching your eyes watch him, watching them flutter when he touched you just right. Your serene moment brought you onto his lap, straddling him as his lips pressed on yours, a tender but desperate kiss, but a little quiver you were unsure of.

You reeled back, opening your mouth to question him, but he beat you to speaking—

“Marry me.”

“Kiseok,” you laughed, shaking your head, lips finding your neck for a soft brush.

“I’m serious,” he muttered into your skin, fishing into his pocket with slight struggle. You were shaking your head more emphatically now, but even still just barely. Your hands cupped around his as he brought it up to you. It was closed, encasing what you could only dream of.

His lips puckered against yours, your heart skipping a beat with the shock that came with such a simple kiss.  “Marry me,” he repeated, nose sensually brushing against yours, eyes closed as he reveled in your presence. His hand opened inside yours and his eyes opened to peek down at it as he leaned away from you so those eyes could shift up to look into yours. Words were caught in your throat—you didn’t bother look at the ring; frankly you’d be fine without it. You didn’t care if it was the crappiest day of weather and you two were stranded out in the middle of nowhere, sick as dogs with no way back—if Kiseok asked you to marry him…

Kiseok’s eyes fell closed at the feel of your lips against his, your hands tangling in the hair behind his ear and on the back of his neck. His arms tugged on you, ring still clenched in his hand, to draw you in, breaking the kiss. You looked at him, eyes as bright as he had ever seen them and that’s when he knew, he must have won the lottery or something because there was no luckier man on this earth than him in this very moment.

What I imagine being married to Michael clifford would consist of:

“Michael, where’s my root touch up kit? We’ve been over this, you’re not the only one who has to hide their roots! Buy your own hair dye..”

A friendly reminder....

okay I know we Victuuri fangirls are all excited to see what happens during Yuuri’s “Eros” performance but can we also talk about how Yurio here is gonna have to perform “Agape” as a pure, innocent lover? CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT FIERCE INTIMIDATING RUSSIAN FUCKING BLUSHING? HAHAHA I CAN’T WAIT. Tbh I’m almost as excited to see how that plays out as I am to see Eros lmao UGH EPISODE 3 COME FASTER YOU LITTLE SHIT


Ayeee you little shits since I saw that Facebook post yesterday I started to jump up and down like crazy. I was impatient af. Today, during my break between the 2 classes of physics I was desperately checking my phone to see if the cover is out, because 6 am from the eastern coast of America is 1 pm here in eastern Europe. Needless to say, I was so hyped when I saw we also had an exrcept.