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Watanabe Mayu starring in her drama as Kiriyama Saori in Sayonara, Enari-kun ep. 1 (170430)

I need ya all to watch 3% on Netflix

It’s a show based in a dystopian future Brazil, with SOME elements of hunger games but it’s unique in its story. Great acting and really diverse cast and by then end your fave will probably be the black chick in the main character circle!
I was pleasantly surprised by it and I need a 2nd season so y'all watch the fuck out of it.

I also need to finish watching Westworld…

She likes to sleep with the fan on, mostly because the noise helps her fall asleep. Even if it is freezing outside with a wind chill, let her keep the fan on. She will sleep good.

She will want to hold your hand a lot in public. Even if you are afraid of the looks and the whispers, let her hold your hand. It makes her happy.

Sometimes she will eat ice cream for breakfast and sometimes she will come upstairs at 10pm with waffles for the both of you. Even if you aren’t hungry, eat what she made for you.

When she’s laying on your arm and it falls asleep, don’t wake her up. She loves her sleep. Just take this time to look at how peaceful she is.

Bring her gifts. Not the kind of gifts you have to go out and buy. Write her something, draw her something. She knows it’s the thought that counts and she will love it no matter what it is.

She will have bad days. She will have days where she shuts down and might not even want to talk to you. This will hurt you. Find her, bring her a bottle of water and sit next to her. Don’t ask her what’s wrong, she won’t want to talk about it. It will pass, and she will be glad you stuck through it with her.

She wakes up at 6am for work. She will set her alarm at night. Make sure you set one too. Just incase

She will turn on the tv and ask you what you want to watch. Don’t say “I don’t know” or “I don’t care”. Pick something for the both of you to watch. She won care what it is, she’s happy just to be watching it with you.

She is beautiful, but some days she does not see it. You will be able to tell when it’s happening. When it does, offer to straighten her hair. She likes the way it looks when it’s like that.

Some nights she will just want to stay in, watch tv and color. Ask if you can color a page too.

She likes to take a lot of pictures with you, and of you. Don’t put your hand in front of the camera to reject. Let her take pictures of you, she will look at them when you’re not around and she misses you.

She likes to wear your clothes. You will look at your half empty closet and wonder where it all went. Let her wear them, your scent will remind her of you.

When she thinks about giving up on you, fight. Fight until you are black and blue inside. Fight for the memories and the future to come. Fight harder than I could’ve.

Love her. Love her when it’s raining and love her when it’s sunny. Love every little piece of her. Lay your head on her chest and hear the heart that beats for you. Love her smile. Love her frown. Love everything in between. If you love her with your whole entire heart, I promise you that’s only half as much as I did. Never stop loving her.

—  An Open Letter To Your New Love
I Dare You - Chapter 2 - JohnTen - Mafia Leader x Detective - Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 - Intro ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4

Trigger Warning: Offensive Language, Graphic Descriptions

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU


Ten was starting to get irritated. That was the seventh victim he couldn’t get to talk.

Where the hell did they get these men from, and how did they train them?

He could definitely use some of his own. After all, that’s what started this whole issue.

He never wanted this life: Ten was the leader of his dance team only three years ago, and now he was the leader of the most powerful mafia. Why, you ask?

Because someone had assassinated his father, and then the responsibility fell on him. He couldn’t let his sister take after their father. Not this.

So he dropped out of university as his father’s best friend trained him in combat. He showed him everything he needed to know, introduced him to everyone he needed to meet, and just like that, he had gone too deep to be able to back out anymore.

It meant keeping his mother and sister safe, and that’s all that really mattered to him anymore.

So instead of staying in his home country, he moved the mafia.

What better way to keep your family safe from your job than to disappear and see them only when designated by you and coordinated to be the safest meeting possible?

Sure, he couldn’t see his family as often or as long as he’d like to, but at least he could sleep at night knowing that they were safe.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

It had been years since Ten had gotten a good night’s rest, not plagued by nightmares or the ghostly faces of the men he’d killed.

And he’d just added another one to the list.

Why wouldn’t the man just fucking talk?

You see, the mafia was running smoothly with minimum threats until his father’s friend, his mentor, screwed him over and ratted him out to the cops.

The police had been looking into missing citizen cases for a while, and when Ten refused to hand over the rule over the mafia’s connections in Beijing, his father’s friend told them everything.

Almost everything.

He had been taught too well, it seemed, because Ten knew exactly what to do and how to clear their headquarters like it had been abandoned for centuries.

His father’s friend was the first man he’d had to kill.

The area where it happened, of course, was easily discoverable, and the betrayal that had stung Ten was beyond reprieve. And that’s when he did it.

He needed to mark it. To show them that he was there, and that he was watching them like they were trying to watch him.

He had dipped his finger in the dead man’s pooling blood and drawn the symbol that had been slowly etching itself onto his skin, not really thinking about it as he sketched the symbol he’d become so familiar with unconsciously.

He thought it was ironic, to draw the symbol that was supposedly meant for him to find the love of his life.

He knew he could not be loved. Who would love a mafia boss like him?

A killer?

A monster?

Ten was many things, but foolish was not one of them.

Pissed, yes. Irritated and angry, yes. Desperately hopeless, yes. But not foolish.

He wanted to send a middle finger out there to the universe that seemed to do the same to him; marking him with the brand of love and letting him end up where he was.

Not everyone gets a soulmate band. It’s not uncommon, about a fourth of the world never gets a soulmate mark before they die, and they end up either alone or married to someone they don’t love. Some of them never end up finding their soulmates, and that was the worst of all.

Ten would have preferred it if he hadn’t had one, but the mark that had appeared during his final year of highschool was still there, clear as the starry sky outside his window.

He had known that he had been fucked over when the person he was in love with, his boyfriend, got a dissimilar mark two years into the relationship, during their second year in college, right before Ten had had to drop out.

And when he learned of his new fate?

He was beyond bitter.

Fuck the universe, he thought as he looked away from the window and brought his attention back to the empty room, the dull hum of the television in the corner still sounding.

He lazily reached over to his glass of water, staring at the melting ice with hooded eyes but not taking a sip, watching the colors of the television change through the liquid.

The water had a purpose.

The ice had a purpose.

What was his? What was the mafia’s?

Countless times he’d thought of destroying the name. Of becoming a nobody and starting again. How hard could it be?

He’d only have to risk everything, including his sister and mother’s safety.

Why hadn’t he come forward when he got ratted out? Because he knew they’d just get him out and cause more bloodshed.

Why had he killed? Because of the outrage he had felt when he had heard of the dishonor that the betrayal had brought upon his father’s name.

Was it still worth it?

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Ten set the glass of water back down and slowly hung his head back, closing his eyes.

The scene from earlier replayed on his closed eyelids, but slower, and he watched as the bullet embedded itself into the skull of yet another victim added to his ongoing list of murders.

A tear slipped down his left cheek and fell into his lap, more following it as the fabric began to dampen.

He didn’t want to do this anymore.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to disappear and do what he’d always dreamed of doing.

Now, he couldn’t even afford to sleep.

What had he done to deserve this? How badly had he fucked up in his previous life?

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry.

Not even bothering to wipe the tears away, he stared down at his exposed forearm and traced the soulmate’s mark longingly, wondering if he did have a soulmate at all.

He had asked his mother, long before his family stopped seeing through the mask, about what it was like to have your soulmate. His parents had found each other.

“When they press on the mark, you can feel what they’re feeling. Some people can even write on their arms, and the soulmate can see them. That’s what your father uses to let me know that he’s safe,” she had explained.

He had been fifteen then, raving to her about how he couldn’t wait to find his soulmate like she had found hers.

His sister had, as he’d been informed the last time they all met up.

How long ago was that now? Nine, no, eleven months ago? He couldn’t recall.

If only he had known.

What killed him wasn’t knowing that he wouldn’t be loved.

What killed him was knowing that he would love and love again and always end up in the same faded couch, alone. Crying.

He could no longer share and speak to his mother or sister like before. They stopped seeing him for who he was, and now saw him for who they wanted him to be. Who he needed to be.

Who he couldn’t be.

Not anymore.

And it was driving him insane.

Ten looked over at the clock and saw that it was now three in the morning.

How long had he been sitting there in the same spot, unmoving?


He looked back down at his forearm, and his finger hovered over it, hesitating.

How desperate was he?

His expression faltered, and never had he looked more vulnerable.

A family, comrades, and a thousand men operating under his command.

And here he sat. Alone.

Did anyone deserve this?

What did he have to lose?

He brought down his thumb onto the mark and pressed it gently, sending out his emotions to whoever would be there, if anyone was there at all.

Loneliness. Helplessness. Desperation. Brokenness. Emptiness.

He sent it all.


Johnny hadn’t moved from his chair since his mini-tantrum, his mind’s gears slowly ticking and trying to comprehend what was going on.

His papers were still strewn out across the office, and Jeffrey had left a while ago.

His gaze kept shifting from the board on his wall to his arm, failing to understand the connection or why it might appear on his skin.

Johnny had never had a mark. He had promptly given up his hopes on ever finding anyone, and dedicated his life to being a detective instead, trying to mask the pain of being told that he would never find someone to accept him in this disheveled world.

And now, this? What the hell was it supposed to even mean?

Johnny pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his messy hair, loosening his tie a little as it slowly got harder to breathe.

He had a soulmate.

A mafia boss, yes.

But he had a soulmate.

Did the world think it was fucking funny?

He massaged his temples as his eyebrows knotted in confusion, and he turned to look at the clock hanging alone on the wall.

Already three in the morning.

He’d head home to an empty bed at about now, skipping meals yet again because he’d be too lazy to eat, with no one there to remind him or care for him.

His family was halfway across the world.

And then he felt it.

He felt the warm, gentle caress of a finger that wasn’t there right on his mark, and it all flushed through his body.

He had never felt so much anguish before in his life.

So much pain.

So much disconnection from reality.

Johnny closed his eyes as he curled in on himself, a small sob racking his body as the first tears escaped and ran down his face.


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I changed my icon for the first time in almost a year.

So, is it weird that when I saw this scene from sonic boom episode 4

I was instantly reminded of this scene from the Sonic Colors animation by TheWax70…?

I dunno, just an interesting little thing that happened when I watched that episode that I wanted to share but forgot about until now.

Someday (Nam Joo Hyuk)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hello~ May I have a fluffy scenario for Nam Joo Hyuk when he wants to cuddle or become really touchy at home for unknown reasons? Thank you; I appreciate you running this blog. ^^

You smiled at the 16 month old who sat calmly on the couch watching some colorful tv program that made the apartment fill with laughter. Soon the front door opened and a happy Joohyuk stepped into the house “I guess Hyeja worked today” he spoke referring to the single mother who lived next door, you nodded as he chuckled. “Aye little man. Look at you, you’re getting so big” he spoke taking a seat next to the much smaller male. “Johyi. Do you want a snack?” you asked the boy who quickly glanced over and nodded. You turned before you heard Joohyuk clear his throat making you turn back “you forgot to ask me” he hints as you roll your eyes as you turn back and grab food to feed them.

You walked over to the couch and sat down in front of them. You found Johyi so cute that you like watching his face light up when you gave him something he wanted. “Thank you” Johyi spoke as you lean onto the couch and placed a kiss onto his forehead before you stood up and handed Joohyuk his. He once more made a sound as he pointed to his lips. “I didn’t know I was watching another child” you spoke as you kissed him, he chuckled into the kiss and kissed happily before you pulled back.


A few hours later you and Joohyuk wave off the boy and his mother. Moments later Joohyuk wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. “Johyi fills me with want” he spoke as you turned your head to look at him “what do you mean?” you asked as he smiled. “When we get married. I want to have a baby” he spoke as you chuckle lightly at him. “It doesn’t even have to come from us. We could adopt for all I care. I just want to have a child in our lives to call our own” he continues as you turn around so you were facing him. “Yeah?” you ask as you run your hands up and down his chest. “Yes” he spoke as he kissed your lips multiple times.

He kissed you a bit harder before you push him back lightly “no babies yet” you teased as he rubs his nose with yours. “I wasn’t trying to. At least not yet” he told you as he kissed your lips again before he looked you in the eyes lovingly. “We should go cuddle” he spoke as he tugged you lightly towards the couch before he laid down and pulled you with him and laid to you down beside him. You felt him bury his head into your hair before he moved it to be beside yours “it’s hard to breath when I do that” he spoke as you giggled “I love you” you tell him “I love you too baby” he whispered kissing your cheek again.

anonymous asked:


YAS MY QUEEN HAS SUMMONED ME…… i mean… *cough* yep um here’s your headcanon request…

2009 dan(only 5’4) + 2016 phil(6’2)

Also added daddy kink in there because fight me


    Dan was running around the flat in a fit of giggles with his wet tail trailing water behind him. He only had briefs on, and a big goofy smile of course. Phil chasing behind him with a towel and telling him he was going get him. Dan ran into the living room and jumped into his pile of stuffies and buried himself inside. Phil  walked into the room as if he was sneaking and looked over at the stuffies to see two little kitty ears picking out. And the giggles of course.

    “Hmm, I wonder where Dan is hiding,” Phil chuckled, hearing Dan giggles once more. Phil then got on his knees and crawled right next to the pillows and threw is arms in and grabbed Dan up. Dan squealed and snuggled up in Phil’s chest. Phil pet his wet ears softly, loving the purrs that his kitty filled the room with. Dan knew his daddy had to leave for work soon, so he used all the time with him he could. Dan felt Phil rubbing the towel over his tail, drying it. Dan teasingly swayed it around so that it would be harder for Phil to dry. “Hold still kitten. Don’t want to be punished do we?” Phil raised an eyebrow playfully and continued to dry Dan. Dan pouted and looked back up at Phil.

    “But I wanna play some more daddy,” Dan whined and snuggled into Phil. Phil frowned and rubbed little circles on Dan’s back. Phil then took Dan off his lap, which caused Dan to whine some more, and put on the winnie the pooh jumper he was holding on Dan. Dan giggled again as it got caught on his ears. Phil found himself frowning again as he saw that Dan was started to get too big for the jumper. It was just long enough to cover his belly button, but if Dan were to put his arms up it would show. Dan smiled and buried his sweater paws in his face. Phil couldn’t help but chuckle, how could he not. Phil leaned forward and kissed Dan’s forehead before standing up. Dan stuck out his bottom lip and hung his arms around Phil’s legs.

    “Kitten, you know I have to go to work. We can watch movies and play games when I get home, okay? You can color and watch tv while I’m gone. You know where your stuffies and pacis are, yes? Maybe taking a nap will help make the time go faster,” Phil stated and ruffled Dan’s wet curls before he left to go change for work. Dan whimpered and walked over to his toy box and grabbed his pale pink, sparkling paci and reached for the ipad. He crawled over to his stuffies and snuggled into them, purring as he did. He unlocked the ipad and went to the videos app and scrolled through all the cartoons he owned. He heard the front door open and shut, signaling Phil had left for work. Dan started watching The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh as he started to drift off into a nap.

    Dan knew something was up the second he started to wake. He felt an intense throb between his legs and a strong wave like feeling in his abdomen. Dan winced and whined the second he opened his eyes. His paci was on the floor now, probably spat it out during his sleep. Dan tried to sit up, flinching as he did so. About now was when Dan really started to freak out. He looked down at his briefs and saw a bulge in them. He slowly pulled at the waistband to see that his kitty parts were all still and red. Dan felt tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. Was he broken? What was going on? Dan even saw a weird milky substance leaking out of the tip. Then another wave of heat hit him. He cried out and clutched his tummy.

    “Ow ow ow!” Dan sobbed, but in the act of falling over, his clothed parts hit one of his stuffies. Dan gasped loudly and squeaked. Now that felt good. Dan experimentally rolled his hips against it again, getting the same intense feeling. Dan was now a whimpering mess. Once he managed to sit up all the way, he pulled the bear stuffies between his legs harshly and bucked into it again. Dan nearly screamed at the pulsating pleasure that was racking through his body. He was full on panting now and subconsciously rubbing against the object. He felt like what he was doing was wrong, but he wasn’t going to stop.

    “D-D-Da-a-add-dy! Uh uh,” Dan cried and gripped the bear harder. He felt the heat in his groin get even stronger than before. He felt like he was going to explode. There was now a deep ache in his balls, which felt swollen already. Before he could really understand what was going on, a huge pleasure spread through his small body, leaving him crying out loud high-pitched moans. The neighbors could probably hear. Dan panted, but soon looked down and saw a big wet spot on his briefs. Did he have a accident? His daddy was going to be upset. Dan then saw some of the stuff that came out of him was on his bear, staining his face. Dan had a sobbing breakdown. This was his favorite one! Dan got up, but then ended up falling down and hitting his head on the ipad. This made him cry even harder. He grabbed the bear and hurried to the bathroom, but fell again in the hallway.

    “Daddy p-p-ww-ease get h-h-home soon,” Dan sobbed to himself. To make matters even worse, he felt his kitty parts getting all stiff again. Dan just squeezed his thighs together tight and tried to ignore, which was  near to impossible at this point in time. He clutched his teddy his his hands and cried into it. He sat like this for awhile.

    The front door opened with a creak, sending dan’s ears up and his tail limp. He hadn’t moved nor had he stopped crying. He looked the definition of a mess. He heard Phil shut the door and take off his jacket. Dan curled up even more and kid his tear-stained face.

    “Dan? Where are you?” Phil hummed as he looked into the empty living room. Dan let out a rather loud gasp for air as for some reason he had been holding his breath. Phil immediately headed towards Dan’s room, but then stopped. He saw his precious kitten bawling on the floor. “Oh my god! Dan are you hurt? Why are you crying love? Shit, what happened to your head? You have a bruise!” Phil got on the floor and tried to pull Dan into his arms, but Dan resisted and cried harder.

    “I’m broken daddy!” Dan sobbed and looked up at Phil with tear-filled eyes. The sight nearly broke Phil’s heart. What had made Dan so upset while he was gone?

    “You’re not broken honey. Can you tell daddy what happened?” Phil asked, running his fingers over Dan’s ears. Dan flattened his ears and handed his teddy to Phil. Phil took it and looked at the face. There was a large white stain on it, which Phil recognized. Phil then looked over and saw Dan pulling his jumper over his crotch like he was trying to hide something. “Dan, be honest, what’s all over your teddy?” Phil said sternly. This caused Dan to let out a wrecked sob.

    “I don’t know daddy. My kitty parts hurt and I accidentally touched teddy, but then I couldn’t stop…” Dan sniffled. Phil frowned and was about to speak when Dan spoke up again, “And now they hurt again!” Dan bellowed and let go of his shirt, Phil now saw the very obvious little tent in his briefs and the wet spot. Phil wanted to laugh slightly, but he knew that would be cruel.

    “Dan, sweetheart, you’re not broken, trust me. I think I know what’s wrong though,” Phil smiled and kissed Dan’s wet cheek. Dan cocked his head to the side and looked up at Phil with curiosity.

    “If I’m not broken, then what’s wrong?” Dan asked, the sobbing now subsiding.

    “I believe you’re becoming a big kitten, Dan. This is your first heat. That basically means that your kitty parts want very special attention. They want to be touched.” Phil cooed and pulled Dan into his lap. Dan purred, but soon winced when his crotch pressed up against his daddy’s stomach. Phil chuckled at his kittens desperateness.

    “Can you help make it go away daddy?” Dan whimpered and very lightly rubbed himself against Phil. Phil very quickly grabbed Dan’s hips and held him still.

    “Of course Kitten. I’m going to carry you to my room like the little prince you are,” Phil groaned and picked up Dan bridle style. Dan mewled and threw his arms around Phil’s neck. Once they got to Phil’s room, Phil lightly laid dan on the bed and pulled off his jumper and messy boxers in one slick motion. Dan gasped at the cold air touching his throbbing cock, not making anything better. Phil looked down at Dan hungrily and crawled between his legs and started sucking on Dan’s neck. Dan mewled loudly and started bucking up at Phil. Phil knew it was cruel to leave His baby’s cock alone any longer, so he started stroking him. Dan let out a choked whine and gripped Phil’s shoulders.

    “I’m going to make you feel real good, okay Kitten?” Phil asked and pulled away from Dan. Dan nodded and watched as Phil crawled down between Dan’s legs and nudged them apart. Dan was confused at first until he felt Phil lick a stride over his clenching hole.

    “Daddy!” Dan writhed and gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. Phil continued the lap at Dan’s fluttering hole until he decided that was enough teasing. He then slid his tongue in and searched for his Kitten’s little bundle of nerves. After about thirty seconds, Phil knew he found it by the way Dan’s body reacted. Dan felt like he was in heaven. His whole body was overtaken with pleasure and he was practically shaking. Phil smirked against Dan’s hole as he saw Dan look down at him with wide, lust-filled eyes, panting as well. Phil gave Dans prostate no mercy and attacked it. Phil knew Dan was getting close when his moans became even more choked and desperate.

    “D-D-Daddy my t–t-tummy feels funny,” Dan panted as he felt a strong bursting feeling in his lower stomach. Next than Dan knew, he was coming all over himself. Phil stroked him through it and went back up to dan’s lips to kiss him lazily. Dan reached over to grab the tissues, but Phil grabbed his arm.

    “Oh, we’re not done yet Kitten.” Phil groaned.

    And Dan audibly gulped.


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Distress Tolerance: Distract with Wise Mind ACCEPTS

This is a skills of Distraction.  It might not solve the problem, but it will help you get through the painful experience and get in a better emotional state to solve the problem.  


A: Activities - do something else, something you enjoy.  It can be anything from listening to music, coloring, walking, watching TV, or cleaning.

C: Contributing - take your mind off of yourself by volunteering, making something for someone else

C: Comparison - this is best described as ‘counting your blessings’.  Make a gratitude list.

E: Emotions - try to replace the negative emotion with a more positive emotion.

P: Pushing Away - physically leave the situation if you can, if it’s an emotion, push the emotion away by focusing on other things

T: Thoughts - think of something else, think of positive things

S: Sensations - focus on an extreme sensation instead of an extreme emotion; for example, put your face in a bowl of ice water, hold ice, take a cold shower.