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Meddling

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“PETER! OPEN THE HELL UP!”

Steve and Tony looked at each other and tried not to smile at the sound of a frantic Wade yelling for his boyfriend.

Ugh. Wade. Peter could do so much better. Peter is an honor student, he’s top of his class, he has a bright future full of opportunity, and he’s Tony’s son, dammit. And Tony doesn’t want his beautiful, perfect child in a relationship with a mercenary. Is that so wrong? Wouldn’t Peter rather date someone with more potential? A doctor maybe? No matter, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. As of now, Tony is just going to watch as his brilliant plan folds out.

Steve answers the door and narrowly misses getting punched in the face by Wade’s aggressive knocking.

“Oh, hi, Wade, it’s nice to see you today,” Steve feigned innocence, “Peter is in his room. Can I get you a snack or something to drink?”

“I’m good, Mr. Captain. Thanks.”, Wade grumbled as he walked past Steve and straight into Peter’s room, slamming the door behind him.

Steve and Tony froze and looked at each other in anticipation then scrambled to press an ear to Peter’s door when they heard muffled yelling.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, baby!”, Peter yelled back, sounding confused and exasperated.

“Oh, don’t ‘baby’ me! You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about! HASHTAG SINGLE?!?! THAT’S how you’re gonna break up with me?!”

“Wade, I haven’t even posted in, like, a week. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“OH! SO YOU’RE TELLING ME. YOU DIDN’T POST THIS FUCKBOY MIRROR SELFIE. AND YOU DIDN’T CAPTION IT WITH A ‘HMU’ ‘EGGPLANT EMOJI’ ‘HASH.TAG. SINGLE.’”

“NO, BABY, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT POST, I PROMISE-“

“GO TO HELL, PETER! WE’RE THROUGH.”

Steve and Tony ran across the room and tried to look like they’ve been busy in the kitchen this whole time as Wade stormed out of Peter’s room and out of the tower. They decided to wait a few minutes before checking on Peter. So far, everything has gone according to plan and Tony is very happy about it.

After about 5 minutes, Steve gently knocked on Peter’s door,

“Hey hun, can I come in?”

Steve opened the door upon hearing Peter’s automatic lock slide open and found him curled up on the bed, furiously wiping his eyes. Steve smiled sympathetically and sat down on the edge of the bed,

“Hey, big guy. What happened?”

Peter tried not to cry as he rehashed the conversation he had with Wade while Steve pretended he wasn’t listening at the door and heard every word.

“I just don’t understand,” Peter said tearfully, “I never posted that picture. That picture isn’t even of me, that’s not even our bathroom! But Wade wouldn’t listen so now the love of my life hates me.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”, Steve chuckled and Peter couldn’t help but crack a half smile at his dad. Steve tried his best to cheer Peter up, but he couldn’t shake the guilt he was feeling. Peter wouldn’t need cheering up if it wasn’t for him. Sure, Wade is a jackass but he’s Peter’s jackass. If Wade makes Peter happy, who is he to keep them apart? He’s gotta talk to Tony about this, Steve can’t stand lying to his son.

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“Absolutely not.”

“But Tony-“

“Steve. Honey. If we tell Peter then we’re the bad guys. Peter will never trust us again! Let him be sad for now, he’ll bounce back soon enough and it’s like it never happened. It’s for his own good.”

Steve sighed thoughtfully as Tony continued tinkering with whatever the heck he was working on at the moment.

“Look, Tony, I know how much you dislike-“

“I hate him.”

“…I know you have strong feelings towards Wade, but I can’t live with myself after what we did to Peter!”

“Wait. What?”, Steve flinched when he heard Peter behind him.

Tony shut his eyes tight and cursed under his breath before dropping his tools and turning around to face his son.

“What did you do to Peter?”, Peter asked, narrowing his eyes at his parents.

“Nobody did anything to Peter. Go to your room.”, Tony snapped.

Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pops, what did you guys do?”

“Steve, don’t do it. Be strong.”, Tony murmured.

But contrary to popular belief, Steve was not strong. At least when it came to Peter, that is. His son could give him that look with the puppy dog eyes that say “I trusted you and you betrayed me” and it’s all over. Any willpower Steve has will just vanish.

“We. Um. We sort of… shopped? For your photo?”

“Photoshop, Steve.”, Tony said as he rubbed his temples. He loves his husband and son but man, could they give him a headache.

“Yes, photoshopped. We photoshopped your face to another person’s body. Well, Tony did. And then we… hacked?”

“Yes, Steve.”

“We ‘hacked’ into your account and posted the picture for Wade to see. Well, Tony did. And we made sure the words under the picture would make Wade mad so he you guys would get in a fight… Well, Tony did.”

“Steve. We get the picture, dammit.”

Peter looked at his feet and took a second to process this. His own parents were trying to sabotage his relationship?

“Why? Why would you guys do that?”, he asked.

“We’re really sorry sweetheart”, Steve placed a hand on the side of Peter’s face, “We thought it was for the best. I think now we see that we were wrong, don’t we Tony?”

“Hm? Oh. Uh… yeah. Totally wrong. Won’t try this again anytime soon.”

“You mean that, Dad?”, Peter asked Tony.

“…Sure.”

Peter smirked. He had his Dad in a box right now and they both knew it. He might as well take advantage of this opportunity and embarrass him.

“Then would you mind calling Wade for me and explaining all of this to him? I’d like my boyfriend back.”

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silverheartlugia2000  asked:

Hmm well I've got another brogane idea if you're interested? Back in the first episode they never told us what happened when Shiro woke up at Keith's but I can imagine after being strapped to a table as soon as he gets back home then seeing a familiar face he can finally let himself cry and acknowledge he's free again :3

This was a great prompt!  I hope you don’t mind I did Keith’s POV instead of Shiro’s.  <3


Keith hovered beside the couch while the others poked through his kitchen.  The big one, Hunk, seemed vaguely familiar and was currently criticizing his cabinets full of non-perishables.  Lance seemed bitter about something, making veiled negative comments about everything in the little house.  Pidge was at the edge of the kitchen, mostly quiet and glancing frequently over at Shiro, too.

Keith thought probably his feelings should be hurt, but he couldn’t focus on the others.  Shiro was right there, alive and breathing and Keith couldn’t think about anything else.  He’d thought he’d never see Shiro again when the Kerberos mission went wrong.  He hadn’t believed it was Shiro’s fault, because Shiro was too good a pilot for that, but he’d thought that either way, that was it.

Shiro looked different, and when they’d first gotten him on the couch, Keith hadn’t been able to resist running his fingers over the new scar on his nose.  The white hair was disconcerting, though not as much as the missing hand, and the longer Shiro stayed unconscious, the more Keith worried about all of it.

When Shiro started stirring, still asleep, Pidge drifted closer, but Hunk pulled her and Lance outside to check the perimeter, like he knew Keith wanted time with Shiro.  It was a relief, and Keith made a note to himself to remember it.

Keith realized he was fidgeting and probably looked nervous.  He moved to sit on the table next to Shiro and after a moment reached out to grab Shiro’s hand, to give his own hands something to do.

Shiro came to with a gasp, bolting upright.  He pulled his hand out of Keith’s, twisting to look at the room around him with wide eyes.  With his back pressed up against the back of the couch and his knees drawn up in front of him, he looked terrified, and a spike of pain ran through Keith’s chest.  Shiro was never scared like that.

Keith needed to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.  "Shiro?“

Shiro’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Keith’s face, looking confused.  "Keith?”

“Yeah, Shiro, it’s me.  I - we’re - what happened to you?”

Shiro shuddered, but seemed to have relaxed a little, putting one leg back down on the ground.  He shook his head.  "Where are we?“

That wasn’t an answer, but that was ok.  Keith told himself it was ok.  Shiro was here and the rest could wait.  Couldn’t it?  "We’re safe,” he said first, “We’re in a cabin in the desert, a little ways away from the Garrison.”

“Away from the Garrison?”

“They lied about you.  They lied, and I knew it, and I couldn’t-”

Shiro nodded, but Keith wasn’t sure he really understood.

“They wouldn’t come for us,” Shiro said, “They wouldn’t look.  We were alone.”

Keith felt a shiver running down his spine.  "Yeah.“  He’d hated that.  He’d hated knowing Shiro was out there and no one was looking, and he’d hated that his own small telescope was useless and couldn’t even see that far, but something in Shiro’s voice said that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"What happened to you?” he asked, reaching out to touch the shock of white hair over Shiro’s forehead.

Shiro shook his head.  "I can’t.  I’m - I can’t.“

Moving on instinct, Keith reached out toward Shiro, who grabbed back at him.

Shiro buried his face in Keith’s chest, his arms coming up around Keith’s back.  Keith stood up, letting Shiro pull him closer.  He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, but tentatively laid a hand on the back of Shiro’s head

"I’m just glad you’re home,” he said quietly.

Shiro started crying, a soft sob leaking out before he could stifle it, and Keith pulled him closer, leaning over to wrap Shiro in as much of a hug as he could.

“I just wanted you to be ok,” Keith said, starting to choke up himself.  Shiro didn’t cry like this.  Not like this.  Whatever had happened to him must have been awful.  "I’m just glad you’re ok.“  He needed Shiro to agree, to tell him he was alright, but he didn’t.  He just clung tighter to him and cried more softly.

Keith hunched over Shiro’s head, trying to keep his breathing steady and his eyes dry before he cried into Shiro’s hair.  He tried to think about the fact that Shiro was here and ok and not about the white hair or the scar or the fact that one of the hands holding onto his back wasn’t human anymore.  He tried to keep himself under control as Shiro got on top of his feelings.  He tried not to let his emotions take over, because there was still so much they didn’t know, and there was still so much to be afraid of.

When the others burst back in, Keith and Shiro sprang apart, and each of them only had to wipe their eyes once.  Keith figured that was good enough.  The others didn’t say anything, and they leapt into trying to make plans.  If Keith sat a little too close to Shiro on the couch or Shiro hovered a little too close to him once they were up and moving again, nobody said anything about that, either.

Sooo here’s an untitled Billford drabble for @leukaraii as my contribution for the late Secret Santa event held in the Billford Discord chat. Happy late holidays or whatever the occasion is! =^^=

Rated mild M for (very mild) dubcon. Expect dialogue-driven penthouse shenanigans and Bill being meta af.





”And then he said – hold on… He said… I said wait…”

“You’ve been saying that for, like, five minutes already.”

You-u shut up! Time is dead, I killed it… Hey, where’s my punch? Ronnie, someone drank my punch…”

“It was you, Billy. You drank the punch.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire! Pfft- hahaha! Get it, guys? Her pants are – wait… She’s not wearing pants… That’s… against the dress code. You’re breaking the rules, Py!”

“But Boss, you said there’s no rules.”

“…You’re not wearing pants, Kryptos. You dare come to my party with no pants on and still claim to pledge your all… allieg… allegiance to me? Huh?”

“No offense, but you’re not wearing pants, either.”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s literally no one in this room who’s wearing pants.”

“Everybody stop questioning me! This is my party! My rules! Nobody respects my rules… except this guy… He’s wearing pants, see? He’s a gentleman, like myself! He’s the only one who gets me… C’mere, Fordsy…”

“Ugh, get a room, you two!”

“You know what? I think we will! He’d probably be intimidated by the sight of you pantless savages, anyway. Just me and him, we have a nice talk, catch up, bury the hatchet, shake on it, and we’ll be back to partying in no time! With or without pants – to be honest, I wouldn’t mind either!”

“Room. Now.”

“Sure thing, big guy.”


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anonymous asked:

1. Well I'm not a Larry but I have noticed Harry's propensity to becoming overly obsessive with people, like he meets someone and he just loses his shit over them, worships them and hangs all over them until he finds a new one, it's not a really healthy personality trait and I've often wondered if that's what happened way back at the beginning with him and Louis. Harry got obsessed, was all over him til Jeff came along and suddenly he had someone new (there could have been others in between).

2, I don’t personally believe they were ever in a romantic relationship but I suspect Harry is brilliant at making people feel special, like you are his most important person and then suddenly he’s moved on, that must be quite jarring and hurtful. I have noticed Harry repeating this behaviour now with Mitch (who looks highly unimpressed by it LOL) and I wonder how long it’ll last til he finds a new obsession.


Hi anon! Interesting take–it makes me wonder about the business decision of hiring Jeff. And letting him do backup on his work. (Lalalallalala.)

(To preempt people asking why I’m publishing this when I’m a Larry blah blah, I know who sent this, I know they are not an anti, and we’ve had a bunch of conversations and they’re perfectly respectful of Larries.)

And:

Harry to me has always come across as someone who needs a lot of validation and reassurance about anything he does. I think that’s why he worked with Louis so well because he is possessive and he always looked at Louis first for answers, guidance and reassurance that he was being funny or obscure or whatever. Same probably goes for his music. He doesn’t really have an idea of what he wants, because what if it isn’t the rock ‘n roll that rock 'n roll should be according to the experts like Jeff?

His album sounded all over the place to me. Sort of like throwing things that the wall to see what sticks.

And:

I haven’t seen much of Mitch but in the pictures I have seen he’s been giving this “I didn’t ask to be a part of this narrative” look haha.

Ha!

And:

You know how Harry keeps saying that he was lucky enough to find a band that he could be completely honest with about his stories and the songs they produced? Nobody will ever be able to convince me that the band knows all of the ins and outs of every song on the album. Unless proven otherwise, Harry hasn’t known these people for very long and he seems like a very closed off person.

The only thing he misses about 1D is… Nothing. He gets a bigger dressing room. OK, Harry. Whatever.

And:

So is hitch with the guy who looks like he just woke up from month long bender and is experiencing that slow dawning horror of embarrassment as he realises what he’s git involved with? Cos same guy, same. Thatd be me in his shoes. Lol this mess gets more and more entertaining. As long as they leave 1D alone Im just gonna sit back and enjoy the unintentional comedy. Its like David Brent has gone into music mgt with a more monotone, less intelligent Aldous Snow.

“Cos same guy, same.”

I can’t stop laughing. You guys are killing me.

Photography Studio (Taehyung x Reader)

Genre: smut 

Word Count: 2,583

A/N: I laughed so hard after writing this story because when I looked back at the original story line, the ending was nOTHING LIKE I INTENDED IT TO BE. IT WAS ORIGINALLY SUPPOSED TO BE A FLUFF WITH A LITTLE BIT OF SMUTTINESS TO SPICE UP THE STORY BUT IDK WHAT HAPPENED ALONG THE WAY AND GODDAMNIT I AM NOT SORRY. Btw this is my first smut, so I hope you enjoy!  Also, sorry for the lame title xx 

Summary: You’re the head photographer for a studio that BTS goes to quite frequently. You’re familiar with the members, and you’re all pretty much friends, so you expected the photo shoot to be like any other. While shooting, Taehyung is being grumpy and giving you attitude, not cooperating. You pull him aside to fix him up, but while doing so, he realizes you like him. His bad attitude goes away and he decides to have a little fun with you. Tension rises throughout the shoot, and things progress very quickly after you two are left alone. 

Originally posted by taehyungifs


You were adjusting the lighting on the set as the iconic group, BTS walked into the studio. You worked with them quite frequently, so by now you were all pretty comfortable with each other. “Ah, it’s about time! You guys are late…again.” You said, rushing towards them and helping them in. The staff assisted you in taking off the boys’ coats, then walked off to the dressing room to set up.  

“Well, hello to you too Y/N,” Jimin said sarcastically as he passed by you, setting his stuff down at a nearby chair. The others laughed. “Ya know, if there’s anyone to blame, it’s Jin-hyung. We were all rushing to leave but he took his sweet time eating brunch like a pig.”

“Yah, you were enjoying the food as much as I was! Don’t even try blaming me.” Jin defended him self, lightly hitting Jimin’s arm as they both laughed.

“Haha okay, okay! Come on you guys need to hurry to the dressing room so the staff can do your hair and makeup. We don’t have much time to mess around.” You tried pushing them towards the dressing room, which looked funny considering how short you were compared to them. They all listened to you and went in, while you went back to the set to get the camera ready. You were the type of person who liked to get things done, and was a perfectionist when it came timing, which is the main reason as to why you were the head photographer at the studio.

A few minutes passed and they were all out and ready to start. You instructed them to stand in front of the white background. “Okay guys, the concept for today is a bit more on the sexy side, so I want you guys to get focused, alright? Better yet, just loosen up and act sexy.” They all cooperated and did as told, except for Taehyung, who was acting a bit grumpy. You tried to ignore it, and continued on with the shoot.

After taking so many pictures, you decided to give them a quick break. You were looking through the high quality photos, but didn’t get the satisfaction needed for them to be published. The thing that bothered you the most was Taehyung. It was as if he wasn’t even trying. Knowing that the pictures weren’t good enough, you discarded them and sighed with deep frustration. You suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket, then took it out. It was a message from your next client’s manager saying that they’re going to have to reschedule his shoot due to the young idol getting sick. You texted back and jumped up in joy, happy that you now had more time to retake the photos.  

You called the boys back onto the set and told them the good news. They came out of the dressing room one by one, Tae being the last one out. Before he could reach the set, you stopped him in his tracks and pulled him aside.

“Tae, what’s wrong? Why are you not cooperating like your hyungs. Even Jungkook is doing better than you,” you complained to him, holding him by his shoulders and searching for a sign of emotion in his eyes.

“He’s called the golden maknae for a reason. And I don’t know. I’m just not feeling the whole sexy thing today. I guess I just don’t feel motivated enough.” He said with a sigh.

“What? But you’re like the sexiest one. I don’t understand,” you mumbled while ruffling his hair and unbuttoning his shirt, making him look like a hot mess. You scanned his body up and down, biting down on your lip. He now looked perfect for the shoot.

“I am?” He said with a smirk on his face and a tone of satisfaction. You stopped while fixing up the waistband of his jeans, and looked up at him with wide eyes. You didn’t realize you were thinking out loud, because you were too concentrated on fixing him up. You looked back down and started blushing. Tae placed his hand on your chin and gently lifted it up, making you look up at him.

“I…you…whattt? I didn’t say a-anything.” You took his hand off of your face, and stepped back, completely flustered by what was happening.

“Yeah you did, Y/N. Do you want me to repeat it?” By now, his bad attitude was long gone and his voice was low and sensual. You gulped and shook it off.

“No. Whatever. It’s fine. Um, we need to finish up the shoot,” you said, trying to hold your composure. You turned him around and pushed him over to the set, where the rest of the boys were waiting patiently to start.

Throughout the remainder of the shoot, the boys did well; one of them doing too well. After that awkward moment with Tae, he wouldn’t stop teasing you with his intimidatingly sexy looks. They whole concept of the shoot was to be sexy, but you knew what Tae was up to, and you wanted the shoot to end as quickly as possible because of it. Your relationship with the boys was to stay strictly professional, and with one slip up, you could lose your job.

Anyways, sexual tension definitely filled the air, and it kept steadily rising as the shoot went on. Uncomfortable by how tense things were, you decided to finish it up. You instructed the boys to do one final pose, telling them to do something sexy, but you nearly lost it when Tae put in a little tongue action. You took the final picture and gasped. “Okay guys. Th-that was the last picture. You all worked very hard!” Everyone started clapping and bowing, glad that the shoot was finally done. You walked away from the set and hid into an empty dressing room. You were exhausted from all the tension and you felt glad to be out of that atmosphere. You took your time, cooling off and trying to forget everything that was going on throughout that long session. Once you felt cooled enough, you walked back out and helped with putting things away.


After all the hard work, you finally sent the boys and the staff on their way, feeling relieved that all of it was over. You went back over to the set, doing the final packing. You began to pack up the camera and gather all your personal belongings until you heard a familiar voice. You were startled because you thought everyone was gone.

“Hey Y/N…” It was Taehyung.

“How are you still here? I thought you all left???” You were so confused and honestly a little bit annoyed that things weren’t truly over.

“PD-nim drove separately from the van with his own car, so I asked him if he could leave with everyone else while I stay behind to help you clean up.” He pulled out the car keys from his pocket and smiled.

Still a little confused, you continued. “But everything is already cleaned up. All I needed to do was pa-” You were interrupted by an unexpected kiss, Tae’s lips attacking yours. After comprehending what was happening, you began to kiss back, practically melting into it. You were enjoying the kiss for a few seconds, before you realized what you were doing and pulled away. “Taehyung…I can’t do this. We both know that if we get caught, I’ll lose my job and I won’t be able to work with you guys.”

“And who’s gonna see us? Everyone is gone and it’s already after hours isn’t it? Nobody will bother to stop by. Y/N, just loosen up a bit and act sexy.” You realized he was quoting you, which made you smile, but then you also realized that he was right.

Agh, fuck it.” Your lips crashed back onto his, continuing the kiss. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, then slipped into your mouth, exploring every surface he could reach as you did the same. His taste was just as addicting as his looks. You pulled out for a second to breathe, as he moved from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses along the way, then moving down to your neck. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin, making you let out a moan, which boosted his ego. He wanted to hear more.

Tae picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. As he started walking to the nearest surface in the dressing room, the slightest of bounces caused friction, and you could feel his hard member throbbing against your core. You wanted him in you, and you felt yourself growing more and more eager for his touch.

He propped you down onto a table and began to remove your shirt as you helped him take off his. After yours was off, he couldn’t help but to just stare. “Tae?” You tried to get him to snap out of it, but you got no reaction. “Tae-” He crashed his lips onto yours, but soon went back onto your neck, tilting your head so he can get a better angle.

“Take off your bra for me, Y/N.” He mumbled in your neck, while you bit down on your bottom lip, arching your back. You reached behind and unclipped your bra, sighing as the cool air swept across your chest. He threw the fabric on the floor, connecting your lips once again. His tongue collides with yours and you moan, deepening the kiss as you felt your core now aching for his touch.

He pulled away and you couldn’t help but to frown. You then immediately felt a rush of excitement run through your nerves as his kisses starting going south. He gave both of your breasts a squeeze, a soft whimper uninvitingly leaving your throat.

You didn’t break eye contact with him as you watched him give you another hickey above your hipbone. You tried to buck your hips up, but one of his hands was pressed firmly on your waist to hold you still.

“Patience, Y/N.” He cooed, one of his fingers teasing the button of your shorts. He unzipped them and kept his eyes on you as he pulled them down, your panties going down as well. You watched as his hand met your core, rubbing your clit. “God, I’ve barley even touched you and you’re already soaked.” He smirked, a warmth heating up your cheeks as you blushed. He slowly pushed a finger into you, all the way to his knuckle. You bit your lip, wiggling your hips to urge him to do more. He followed, adding a second finger and moving them in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You could tell he was enjoying the slow torture, grinning each time you whined for more.

“Taehyung,” you mumbled, irritated and impatient. “I swear if you don’t go any faster I will-”

“You will what?” He interrupted, stopping at his tracks. He cocked an eyebrow with his dark eyes, filled with lust. He pulled his fingers out, sucking your juices off of his hand, then crossing his arms, waiting for you to answer. You both knew what he was trying to do, and it was definitely working. By now, your level of frustration exceeded your breaking point, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“That’s it…” You got up off the table and pushed Taehyung onto a chair. You knelt down, then pulled down his jeans. You looked up at him with an evil grin while tugging at his waistband. He tried to remain in his dominant state, but you could see in his eyes that he was desperate for you to touch him. You pulled down his boxers, taking his member in your hand and pumping it slowly. He moaned as a little bead of precum came out from his slit. You kissed his tip and licked the precum off, feeling Tae twitch beneath you. You laughed, then backed up, continuing to pump it slowly.

“Faster, Y/N,” he whined, bucking up his hips. You stopped to look up at him. His head was tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Why should I?” You teased. “Tae, are you not enjoying this?” You pouted sarcastically.

“No actually. Not one bit,” he said with a breathy tone, sitting back up and shooting you a glare. He brought up his hand to continue pumping himself instead, but you swatted his hand away.

“Then why did you do it to me? Tae, it’s not fun when you’re the one getting teased, is it?” You continued the sarcastic pouting.

“Y/N I’m sorry. But goddamnit can you please hurry?” You gave a pitiful laugh towards his neediness but then nodded. You got up and straddled his lap, once again grabbing his member, then positioning it to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, gasping as his length filled you up completely. It slid in easily, considering how wet you were. You swiveled your hips, then began rocking back and forth, giving yourself some time to adjust.

“Fuck, Tae. You feel so good inside me.” He responded with a deep moan, kissing your lips. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he held you down by your hips. You picked up the pace, closing your eyes from the bliss, and leaned forward to decorate his neck with your own kisses this time. You gasped when he bucked his hips upwards. You stopped moving, letting him take control. “Do it again.”

Tae began to thrust into you repeatedly, building up a steady pace which sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. His touches felt almost like a burning sensation as your moans and mumbles of each other’s names filled the air. Your lips met once again and moved against each other as if you couldn’t get enough, you both pulled away to breathe more than once. His nails were digging into the skin of your hips as he guided them to meet with his. You shifted ever so slightly, not knowing the huge impact it was bound to make.

“Fuck, right there, Tae” You moaned. Taehyung grunted in response, driving his length into you roughly with each thrust. “Hmmm yes, Tae! Right there!” You bit down on your now raw bottom lip, trying to keep your noises under control. You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter with each thrust. You were anticipating the peak of your climax. Suddenly, you felt the knot within you burst, leaving you to only see white. Jolts of pleasure radiated through your body as your walls clenched on Tae’s member. A long string of curse words escaped from his lips, and before you knew it, he was began to reach his peak as well.

He pulled out right on time, his cum squirting all over you two. “Damn,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Same,” you whispered back, resting your head on his sweaty chest. You could hear his heartbeat slowly going back to a normal pace.

“You know, at first when we started today’s shoot, I had no motivation. But after this, damn… This is enough to fuel my motivation for the rest of the upcoming photoshoots.” You both laugh.

“Good, because sometimes you’re a real pain in the ass to work with.” You teased, placing a final kiss on his lips and resting your head back on his chest.


A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed reading this because it was probably the biggest challenge for me as a writer. Idk like I always read/think of smuts but taking on writing one was actually a huge step for me. But yeah I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out and as always, requests are always open :)

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as promised: the fetishism callout post!

let me just begin by saying there's nothing wrong with finding any of the cast members attractive. this is an EXTREMELY attractive cast. everyone is so FINE I bet even the folks backstage who we don't see are gorgeous. Its okay to be sexually attracted to them too! We've all made posts professing our love to the cast, which is perfectly fine!! Right now you're looking at Leslie Odom Jr's fiancé! we good!!

but ya see there's a big difference between "anthony ramos is my sweet freckled child <333" and "I want anthony to shove his #thicc cock inside of me and ten other cast members at the same time but also freckles uwu"

You see the difference right?? Right??????

I don't have anything against writing smut about the characters (who, yes, are technically real people but they've been dead for literal centuries ok. Let it go) but it just gets weird REEAAAAL fast when u say the same thing about musical!John Laurens and the real live human being Anthony Ramos. It gets even weirder when u talk about the cast members in this way in relations to each other??? Shipping real people in a serious, unironic way is just a lil :/// to me (I say "serious, unironic way" bc I do write rpf with my friend but its a Huge Joke™ and nonsexual and come on I don't actually ship sandra bullock and steve harvey together ok). I mean Anthony is quite frankly dating Jasmine Cephas Jones.....it's a legitimate fact. There are pictures. It's on Wikipedia. They're in LOVE and its PRECIOUS and they're gonna get MARRIED eventually so why tf r yall writing about him bottoming for Lin????????

And Lin!!! He has a beautiful WIFE AND SON. You can speculate about his sexuality, NOT PUBLICLY BC HE SEES THINGS, but that's fine if u honestly must??? (although he tweeted that he was straight once during his "grease live" livetweeting so......like......). U can talk about how cute he and jonathan groff are! But y'all don't stop there do u? Bc one second ur talkin about them being cute and then a sentence later it's all "and then he SUCKED his BIG FAT DICK clean off!!!!!! He was dickless!!!! While wearing their costumes!!!!!!!!!! He choked on the full decapitated dick!!!!!"

That shit ain't cute.

So, now that u finally realize that (hopefully), we can get to the real nitty mcfreaking gritty. this part is primarily for white fans but it technically applies to anyone who is not specifically latinx and/or black jsyk:

So even before the whole "baby girl" thing started, I saw quite a few of y'all calling Anthony and Lin "papi" which like.....why should I even have to tell you why this is wrong. If you're not latinx, DON'T USE THE WORD "PAPI", especially since most of y'all are using it in a sexual context. You went ahead and took an innocent word, and turned it into a way to sexualize your faves who just so happen to be latinx. It just ain't right, and its also?? weird??? Let me put it this way, I'm black but not jewish so thatd be like me calling daveed "bubbe". Or something. Either way see how that'd be gross and offensive? You're taking a part of them, a huge part of them, their culture, and turning it into something exotic and sexual. That, my friends, is fetishism.

Another good example of this is the whole "baby girl/boy" n "papa" thing. Y'all rly went ahead and took an cute nickname and rolled RIGHT with it lmao. @alexandralexander explained it beautifully in this post, but basically "papa" (and "mama") is a cute lil way of older folks to regard ppl who are younger than them. It's a caribbean thing, aka something yall just won't get. Idk what the whiter equivalent would be, idk like ur grandad calling u "big guy" or something??? Who knows. Just kno that its NOT SEXUAL IN ANYWAY LIKE WTF WHY DID Y'ALL MAKE THAT A DADDY KINK THING. WHY CAN NOTHING BE SACRED WITH YOU GUYS. Best believe when my grandparents call my brother "papa" they mean it in an endearing way. And that's how Lin meant it? I don't see how it could have been construed any other way??

As for the baby girl/boy thing, in all the times I've been called/heard someone else call someone baby girl, it was NOT sexual. It can be used that way, but it was n o t in this context. Again, its a cultural thing i guess. And with "baby boy", yall do remember that anthony plays lin's son in this show right. okay, just checking.

But forreal. what is wrong wit u guys. I told myself I wasn't gonna kinkshame nobody but its Time, it rly and truly is Time.

One last point I want to make (as if this isn't long enough already) is the language with which u talk about the cast too. This was said rly well in several posts especially this one that uses that tags ppl tend to use, but i’m gonna elaborate on it a little. I just want to know right now why Anthony (or our lighter skinned and SURE AS HELL THE WHITE cast members) is "sweet precious sunflower child cinnamon biscuit roll wheatgrass turkish delight with sprinkles or some other corny shit <333" while daveed is AUTOMATICALLY "raw me zaddy" THE FUCK??? Why we gotta go STRAAIGGHTT to zaddy-basis with daveed??? Why do I see y'all talking about his dick size???? Y'all dont do that from the get-go for the lighter skinned members (which is sad bc daveed is already a certified Lightskint™ so that's rly saying something)?? Why can't black actors (and characters) ever be seen as "sweet turnip bumblebees (???)" instead of either being put on an inhuman pedestal where it's "STEP ON ME BAD BITCH QUEEN" or sexualized with some "CHOKE ME YOU COCKSLUT" ???? Ask yourselves why y'all do that. I'll wait. 
And y'all don't even TALK about oak (as a quick sidenote okieriete is not that hard of a name to pronounce y'all just don't care to try. It sounds exactly like its spelled) but tbh I don't rly want u to bc you'd just sexualize him as well. Plus that means more for me cause I'm engaged to him too :) remember to save the date!!
This was all over the place and idk if I even said what I was trying to say but whatever. I guess what I'm trying to say is (and this is to white fans) you're stanning a thing full of people of color. im assuming that this is probably the first thing that youve been rly into that has included exclusively people of color. Please just be mindful of the way you talk about them. There's a history of you exotifying and sexualizing poc to the point that historically, people have been killed for??? There's a history behind y'all calling latinx folks "papi" and automatically assuming black folks got a big dick ok lmao. At the end of the day, the way you talk about them shows that you don't rly respect them as much as you claim to do??? Idk I wish I had made notes about this bc it sounded waaaaaaayyy better in my head but! Whatever it's still lit. s/o to @aaronsburrr for assistance! 
Go Ahead and Break My Heart Lyrics Analysis

Okay so a bunch of people requested this but I didn’t have any prompts that really fit with what I wanted to say, so here is a text post!! 

First of all, I don’t think this song had anything to do with HOW they figured out the next step of their relationship. I know he said he was trying to impress her and “get somewhere with her,” but I think he was just trying to sound charming. I mean, I’m pretty sure he tries to “impress” her like almost every day. Remember when he bought his and hers horses? Or flew overnight to go to her son’s birthday party. Anyway, I think this song is about that process obviously, but I don’t think it’s a part of it. I’m sure it did help solidify things though. <3

So my interpretation of the song comes in the context of all the other things we know. Splash was July, then I’m pretty sure Getting Warmer was in early September, and then Make Me Like You, Misery were September 22 & 23, and Truth was October 23. Also in mid and late September, Blake and Gwen both said some pretty cool/magical things were happening in their lives during interviews. 

So anyway that’s kind of where I’m coming from with this analysis. To me, the emotional vibe is the most like Getting Warmer. I recommend listening to that right before this for more of Gwen’s mental state. 

Go Ahead and Break My Heart

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anonymous asked:

I saw the subspace one or whatever and it reminded me of this that I've wanted written but I'm a shit writer: Sam and Dean going through a huge ass fight, and Sam is too scared to ask Dean to Dom for him again because he thought Dean wouldn't want to( would be angry at him for asking), so he goes out to find a different Dom, just for one night, and then he goes through serious sub drop for the next few days. It's up to Dean to figure out what happened to his Sammy (and he does).

Hi there, anon. :) Please don’t sell yourself short like that! I’m sure you are a wonderful writer and I really hope you continue to write if it’s something you truly enjoy doing. <3

Anywho, I hope this is to your liking! (P.S. this is set during season five right after Sympathy for the Devil.)

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I just don’t think I can trust you.

Those words had been haunting Sam for the last week. Each night when he laid down, tired and full of regret, he heard those ominous words echoing in his mind; saw Dean’s face, expression cold and bitter with betrayal as he spoke them over and over again and it made Sam’s heart ache. Dean’s trust was something Sam had always cherished and been grateful for and now he’d lost it. He’d fucked up royally, and there was nothing he could do to earn his brother’s trust back now. Not after what he’d done. Sam had chosen Ruby over Dean; had chose to trust a demon over his own flesh and blood and it didn’t matter if he’d thought he was doing the right thing at the time, Sam had been wrong and the words ‘I’m sorry’ just weren’t going to cut it.

So, Sam didn’t bother apologizing anymore once Dean had shot him down initially. He just didn’t see the point. And maybe, just maybe, there was a small part of Sam that was afraid, if he apologized profusely enough, that Dean would actually come around and forgive him. Which Sam didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve Dean’s forgiveness and he certainly didn’t deserve Dean’s sympathy. He needed to be punished for what he’d done; needed to feel that agonizing pain of knowing he’d screwed up all on his own and that there was nobody to blame but himself. But it shouldn’t have stopped there. Sam felt, with every fiber of his being, that he needed not only a psychological punishment but a physical one as well. He needed to feel the harsh sting of a whip against his skin, needed to feel soft skin welt and bruise under another’s hand; and if Dean hadn’t been so livid with him, Sam would have dropped to his knees and begged for such a punishment from his big brother. He couldn’t though, not when he knew there was a very good possibility that Dean would say no; that he would be disgusted that Sam even had the audacity to ask. Truthfully, Sam couldn’t take the disappointment or the shame that came with his big brother denying him such a request.

There was a way for him to get what he needed though, and Sam, God help him, couldn’t even last seven days before he went off, weak and broken, to find it. And while being dominated by a man that wasn’t Dean felt so wrong to Sam, it got him the punishment he craved, the punishment he deserved. Unfortunately however, it also pulled him even further into his dark state of depression. The man who’d been his substitute Dom had fucked him and left him, and his disinterest in Sam’s well-being had been just another reminder to the young hunter that he was worthless. He didn’t deserve the kindness or sympathy of that stranger, just like he didn’t deserve such treatment from his big brother.

—-

“Okay, that’s it. What the hell is going on, man?” Dean asked, voice low and burdened with concern as he crawled into bed with Sam. “You’ve been lying here for the last three days…seriously, you’re starting to scare me.”

“…Nothing,” Sam mumbled in reply, a sharp, white-hot pain streaking across his chest when he realized that Dean was taking care to keep his distance. God, his brother couldn’t even stand the thought of leaning against him. Like the very touch of Sam’s skin would infect him with a some vile disease.

“Don’t lie to me, Sam. Something’s happened. This isn’t just about Ruby…or the apocalypse.”

“You’re right, Dean, it’s not!”

Sam was shaking, tears blurring his vision as he curled himself into a ball, cringing violently when he felt Dean’s hand settle on his shoulder.

“Sam- Sammy, please?…What’s going on?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No, Sam. I’m not just gonna sit back and watch you suffer…I can’t,” Dean whispered, fingers sliding upward to tangle in Sam’s hair, scratching gently; the affection in the gesture making the younger man sick with want. Want for something he did not deserve in the slightest.

“…Dean, please…It’s- it’s just…” Sam pleaded with a broken sob. God, this was the last thing he wanted to tell Dean right now.

“It’s just what, Sam? Subdrop? I know, sweetheart.”

Before he could stop himself, Sam rolled over onto his back, looking up at his big brother in complete shock. Dean knew. Damn it, Dean knew! Sam could see it in his beautiful eyes. This was just friggin’ great. As if his brother didn’t hate him enough. 

“…How?”

“I had my suspicions when you didn’t come home a couple of nights ago. You think you can just stay out until ass o’clock in the morning and expect me not to jump to all kinds of shitty conclusions?”

“Dean…God, I’m so sorry. It- I swear it didn’t mean anything. I just-”

“Ssh,” Dean cooed, leaning down to kiss Sam’s cheek; warm lips pressing firm against tear stained skin as Sam let out another pitiful sob. “I don’t care, okay? You needed something that I couldn’t give you…I get that…but Sammy, you gotta know that what you’re feeling isn’t true. All those horrible thoughts? They’re just a product of the subdrop, okay? None of its true.”

“…That’s where you’re wrong, Dean. Subdrop or not, that doesn’t change the fact that I screwed up, irrevocably so…and that I’m a waste of fucking space.”

“Damn it, Sam. Don’t say that! You act like you’re the only Winchester to ever make a mistake. News flash, you’re not. And if you ever say that you’re a waste of space again I’ll kick your teeth down your throat. I wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with myself if you weren’t here.”

“Dean…what I did, it’s unforgivable,” Sam cried, big shiny puppy dog eyes brimming with tears as he stared up at Dean in utter anguish.

“Bullshit, Sam. You’re my brother and there isn’t a damn thing you could do that’s unforgivable…I know what I said before but…goddamn it, Sammy I was just angry…and hurt. You have to know I didn’t mean it…I’ll- I’ll get there, baby. I will. I just need some time.”

“…You think you can forgive me? Seriously? Even for starting the apocalypse?”

“Sammy,” Dean sighed, thumb stroking Sam’s cheek tenderly. “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my entire life and I’m positive that I could forgive you for pretty much anything. Including jumpstarting the apocalypse.”

Dean’s words hit Sam like a freight train, and he was too stunned, too overwhelmed with gratitude to say anything in return. He really didn’t deserve this…no matter how much he wanted it.

“Don’t, baby. Please. I can see those gears grinding.”

“…I can’t help it, De…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Sammy. It’s okay,” Dean whispered as he peppered soft kisses all over his little brother’s face. “Just do me a favor, alright? Try, really try, to hear what I’m saying. This isn’t all on you…a lot of people, including myself, made a lot of mistakes for this all to fall into place. But you know what? You are gonna be the one to help stop it though. You and me, kiddo. We’re gonna find a way to stop this.”

“How can you be so sure, De?”

“Because I know you, Sammy. You’re a hero, inside and out. And you’re gonna save the world.”

Sam took a deep breath, completely taken aback by his brother confidence in him. Dean sounded so sincere, so genuine. Like he would have bet his life on the fact that what he was saying was 100% true. And it made Sam’s heart swell with pride. When Dean talked like that, it made Sam feel special, needed; and he was almost, maybe just a little, starting to believe what his brother was saying himself. 

“I- I love you so much, De…I wish there was something I could say to show you how fucking sorry I am for what I’ve done.”

“Sammy, seriously. I know. It’s okay,” Dean repeated, looking down at Sam with conviction in his eyes. “It’s gonna be okay. Now c’mon, let’s get you in the shower. Maybe some hot water will do you good.”

“Yeah…yeah alright, De. Will- will you join me?”

“Sure, baby. I can do that.”

pulling this out of the reblog cycle

because i get nervous about spamming OPs on tumblr with irrelevant reblog notifications, but… 

hannigrimoire:

when i first saw this scene the only pity i felt here was for Will, and now I wonder what it says about me that in retrospect I’m full of feelings for Hannibal. Or what it says about this show. Or us as representatives of humanity, whatever. Why do we want, so deeply, someone who has zero respect or consideration for the human ties that other people connect through, to have meaningful human ties of his own? Is it human nature to want to redeem people like Hannibal and bring them back from the loneliness of their own self-absorption? Because Will’s betrayal was never a betrayal at all, of course—it was all offensive defense, and only Hannibal’s narcissism sees it that way. But because we empathize with him in spite of ourselves, we can’t help but see it that way, too, at least a little. And ultimately Will saw it that way himself.

like, i love gay serial killers in love with their purehearted doppelgangers more than just about any other fictional trope there is, both because I love the humanizing element that comes from this dynamic and because i’m fascinated by how this trope that’s generally portrayed as overtly homophobic always subverts itself and becomes an affirmation of the power of homoerotic love. BUT I can’t ever view the dynamics of this ship the way I think sometimes Tumblr wants me to. Hannibal may long for human connection, but he’s still the maker of his own alienation.

Just in case, you know, you forgot that eating people isn’t a route to healthy relationship-building.

I’m gonna skip addressing the second paragraph bc I’m not well-versed in the genre & I also have no idea what Tumblr thinks about the dynamics of this ship because I don’t follow anyone (although surely nobody is arguing that this is a healthy or unproblematic relationship, right?!), but… re: the first paragraph!

I was thinking about this a lot the other day – because when I talk to my friends about this show & explain to them what I think is going on, I feel like I do come across (maybe I just really am) very hardcore Hannipologist, and it felt like a hypocritical position for me to take because I’m very judgmental about, for instance, Walter White, another BAD DUDE who fucks up his own life by acting selfishly every time he gets a chance.

And I think, in the end, part of what I didn’t like about Breaking Bad was that I didn’t know what the show was trying to say – if anything – about Walter, or people like Walt, or being selfish, or being human.  I couldn’t tell why it wanted me to relate to Walt beyond the basic push-pull sensation of being repulsed by the protagonist you’re (helplessly kind of still) rooting for.

But Hannibal is a different kind of show.  Like, I KNOW I ALWAYS BRING EVERYTHING BACK TO THE ILIAD AND I’M SORRY ABOUT THAT LOL but I think it’s valid since Hannibal himself brought it up!  And Hannibal is absolutely an Achilles-type character.  Like, the Iliad is very much about what it means to be human/mortal, and it does this in large part by cutting back and forth between the amoral, carefree, partying gods of the pantheon and the bloody carnage of the Trojan war, and Achilles for half the story has one foot in each camp.  He’s self-centered and self-assured because he doesn’t recognize any connection between himself and the men dying on the battlefield; although he’s physically among mortals, he considers himself an immortal and acts like one.  But when Patroclus dies (thx to Achilles’ Gr8 Ideas), he is forced to confront the fact that there is humanity/mortality within him, and he essentially self-destructs and throws away his immortality out of grief, because he finally recognizes a connection.

(It always struck me as funny that Hannibal fancast himself and Will as Achilles and Patroclus, because I just… wonder what the dude thinks this story is even about? LIKE IT’S LITERALLY ABOUT YOU, HANNIBAL. YOU ARE ABOUT TO CRASH AND BURN, EVEN AS YOU DRAW THIS FANART AND NARRATE THE ILIAD TO YOUR PATROCLUS LOL.  Like what level of self-awareness… does he have… when he makes this comparison LOL)

Anyway, I think the point of characters like Achilles and like Hannibal is that they exist at the very edge of being human – just one more half-step to the left and they’d be fully inhuman (immortal, a god, literally Satan, an alien, etc.), but it’s precisely because they’re such an edge case that they are able to highlight to us the power of what makes us human – the idea that we are helpless to love and loss, that the connections between us and other humans and the severing of said connections and our ultimate inability to control either are what give our lives meaning.

So yes, I think the show does ask us to relate to Hannibal, and I think it does want us to want him to make a human connection despite (or perhaps because of) his track record of being unable to do so.  And I think the show consciously presents that human connection that Hannibal makes as being both the thing that potentially redeems him and the thing that destroys him, because if he can make a human connection and truly love another person, then it makes him – even this monster – human and just like us.  But in making this connection and surrendering himself to the helplessness of being human, he loses a core facet of what makes him fundamentally him: his amorality, his immortality (his [greek] god-like qualities), they’re all contingent on him holding himself as separate from humanity.  And now he’s no longer separate, so he has to fall.

anonymous asked:

Spock and Leonard getting really jealous by how much time Nyota and Jim are spending together so they team up to find out why they're suddenly so buddy-buddy. It turns out that Nyota was teaching Jim how to dance. Jim leads him in a waltz during the next crew party and all eyes are on him when he gets down on one knee and asks Leo to marry him. Leo let's Jim sweat it out for a minute in payback, but he says yes.

“Jim, where are you goin’?”

“Sorry Bones, got a meeting with Uhura!”

“Again??”

“I’ll catch you later!”

It was the sixth time that month he’d blown off dinner on a meeting with Uhura. It had to be some strange, secretive project they were working on for the ship. Leonard sighed heavily as he picked up his fork to start eating. He’d felt a little weird about it before, but now he was getting downright uncomfortable. But Spock didn’t seem disturbed in the slightest, so he forced his unpleasant feelings away.

“Doctor? Might I make a personal query?”

“Yeah, Spock, what is it?”

“It has come to my attention that Nyota has been spending much of her time with the captain as of late.”

“So I noticed.”

“Did either of them tell you the reason as to why?”

“Nope. Did they tell you?”

“No, they did not. As far as I know, they are not discussing ship’s business. I am becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of time they have been spending together, but I am uncertain as to how I should express my discomfort to Nyota.”

A strange feeling settled in Leonard’s belly. Jim having meetings with his head of communications was one thing; it was another matter entirely if they were meeting for personal reasons.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you Spock. Can’t say I’m comfortable with it either. I guess we’ll just have to confront them at some point.”

“Agreed. I propose we do it after tomorrow night’s affair.”

“Jesus Spock, do you have to call it that right now?”

-

“Come on Bones, we’re gonna be late!”

“Hold your horses captain, what are you so eager for anyway?” 

"I’m just saying, that’s all! Come, let’s go!”

Leonard grumbled the whole way to the rec room. Jim was practically leaping to get there, and he couldn’t understand why; he’d never been this way before. In fact, Jim was pretty on edge. Leonard looked at him suspiciously as they walked through the doors, but didn’t say anything.

He turned away with a sour expression when Jim pulled him over to talk to Uhura. The two were exchanging very cryptic, knowing looks. Leonard looked for Spock, but the half-Vulcan wasn’t anywhere nearby.

“Jim, can I just go to the bar now?”

“Nope. You have to stay right here.”

Leonard spluttered as Jim and Uhura went off together. What was going on?

It wasn’t until a full minute later that Jim re-appeared, beaming. Leonard scowled in return.

“What in the blazes is going on, Jim?”

“Come on Bones-y, let’s dance.”

Suddenly, Leonard was pulled into Jim’s arms as the strains of Spock’s harp and Uhura’s sweet voice singing, “It had to be you, it had to be you, I wandered around and finally found the somebody who…” He could feel his face turning red, as he sputtered and misstepped his way through the dance.

“Jim, what-?”

“Come on Bones. You were a socialite, you told me, it’s a foxtrot,” Jim says in his ear. “Slow-slow-quick-quick, Slow-slow-quick-quick.”

Leonard does know the steps, so he steels himself and just does it. Jim’s already leading, and doing it really well. He’s surprisingly easy to follow.

“Where’d you learn to dance like this?”

“Oh well…you know those meetings I had with Uhura?”

“You were learning to dance? Why didn’t you just say something? Spock and I…well, whatever.”

“Well…yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I had to keep it a secret.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Jim just smiles at him, mischief sparkling in his eyes. Leonard’s mouth, which has been twisted into something halfway between a grimace and a scowl, softens at the sight.

Some others I’ve seen might never be mean
Might never be cross or try to be boss,
But they wouldn’t do.

Jim twirls him once, drawing whistles from the crowd. A dip actually draws a nice long ‘awwww’ from the females, much to Leonard’s embarrassment.

For nobody else gave me a thrill.
With all your faults, I love you still.

The song draws to a close, and to Leonard’s relief, Jim slows them down. He makes to pull away and off the dance floor when Jim pulls at his wrist.

“Bones.”

“What is it?”

To Leonard’s surprise, Jim gets down on one knee and sings, “It had to be you, wonderful you. It had to be you.” There’s a tiny box in his hand that can only be one thing.

Leonard’s world narrows down to the figure kneeling in front of him, despite the roaring background noise of the crew’s cheers. Jim’s eyes are shining excitedly, and Leonard’s heart melts a little. 

“Well?”

Leonard smiles down at him, but doesn’t say anything. He loves the man, but the devious part of him wants to make Jim feel that weird discomfort that he’s been feeling the past couple days.

After a minute, a nervous, sweating Jim finally says, “Bones, come on, I can’t wait down here forever.”

“It just had to be you, didn’t it? You idiot.”

Leonard grabs his hand, yanks him up and kisses the living daylights out of him to the sound of the crew cheering their hearts out.

dragon-of-the-sky  asked:

Companions react to Sole pulling out one of their eyes, wiping it with a cloth and then popping it back into their eye socket. Sole would then haft to explain it's just a glass eye because I'm sure most of then never heard of such a thing before.

*cackling* omg dude


Hancock: He thought it was the chems. Cause who the hell can take their eye out and then pop it back in like that?!?!?!? NOBODY THAT’S WHO! The second time he saw them do it though he wasn’t high at all and so it was a little weirder. “What was that?” He asked, gesturing vaguely to the eye and the cloth and Sole.

“What was what?” Sole asked, confused.

“Did you just….Take out your eye???” He still wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t high.

“You’ve seen me clean my eye before.”

“What?”

“It’s a glass eye, Hancock,” Sole said, tapping the eye now.

He just stared at them. “What?”

There was then a long conversation about the whole glass eye thing.

Nick: The other Nick had seen glass eyes before, so he knew what they were, but it was a rather distant memory to say the least. So when Sole took out their eye it was a bit of a shock at first. He didn’t say anything purely because he didn’t know what to say. But then he made the connection and just went, “Ohhhhhh.”

“What?” Sole asked, popping the eye back in.

“Oh, nothing, Kid. Nothing at all.” Never mind the mini heart attack they had given him.

Deacon: “WHat the shit, Boss?! That is so cool!” Needless to say he was thrilled by it. He barely even knew what it was but something new was always thrilling to him. He now constantly makes eye jokes though. When Sole get annoyed with them though they just take out their eye and throw it at him. Unfortunately, this does not deter him and he just ends up catching the eye and hiding it from Sole for a while.

Maccready: He sighed and mentally added what he had just seen to the list of weird things he had seen. He downed the rest of his beer and turned to Sole. “Should I ask what just happened or???”

“What?”

He sighed again. Did he really want to ask? Did he really? “The eye,” he finally said. “What just happened with your eye?”

Sole laughed. “It’s a glass eye. I mean, it’s really plastic but that’s just what they’re called. I lost an eye before the war,” they explained. “And this is just used to make me look normal.”

Maccready sighed, staring at their eye now. “I’m gonna be honest with you. That’s really weird, Boss. You lose an eye now you find an eyepatch and hope people don’t make pirate jokes at you.”

Codsworth: They nearly made the poor old robot short circuit. He hadn’t known about it. At all. “When did you lose an eye, Mum/Sri?!?” He was so concerned about it honestly. He just started questioning them about what happened and if they were alright and ended up rambling about stuff for about ten minutes.

Dogmeat: ?!?!?!?!BALL?!?!?!?!

Preston: He had been eating at the time and aLMOST DIED CAUSE HE CHOKED ON HIS FOOD. Sole even had to do the whole Heimlich maneuver thing. “Your eye,” he coughed when he wasn’t in danger of dying. “Did you just take your eye out?”

“Ummm, yes. Is that why you choked?” Sole laughed. “It’s a glass eye, Preston. I’m fine.” They laughed again when Preston didn’t say anything and began explaining it more.

Cait: Surprisingly, she actually had seen a glass eye before. Long story short; a pre-war ghoul had come to see her fight once and they had thrown it into the cage with her. (Why this happened? She still can’t fathom.) So she wasn’t terribly surprised by the whole eye thing but the entire ordeal was still quite strange.

Piper: “OH MY GOD!” Piper shouted, startling Sole and making them drop the eye.

 “What!?” Sole shouted back, thinking there was actually something wrong.

“Your eye!”

“What about it?!”

“It’s laying in the dirt!”

“Yeah, cause you made me drop it!” There was a very long pause; Sole in confusion, Piper in shock. “Did you not know it was a glass eye, Piper?” Sole finally asked.  Piper just stared at the eye now lying in the dirt. Sole burst out laughing.

The glass eye was only explained after Sole quit laughing three minutes later.

Danse: He had seen them do it a couple times now and each time was more unsettling than the last. He never said anything because he figured it would seem rude. Or at least would seem like he was prying. They lost an eye obviously and that was their business. That is until one day he got hurt badly and they decided to give him some painkillers and well all that restraint went out the window.

They were sitting beside each other on a couch while they waited for medical assistance. Sole was trying to get their glass eye clean and Danse was high as a kite.  “Whaaaat’s up withhhh your eye?” He asked, leaning over onto them.

“What about my eye?” Sole asked, smiling.

“You can take it out,” he exclaimed. “And that’s reallyyy reallyyy weird.An’ I know it’s probably like private or whatever, but like ya can’t just like take out your eye an’ clean it an’ put it back in an’ not say anything about. I mean come on there’s got to be a story there. You didn’t just randomly lose an eye one day,” he finished and threw up his hands.

About that time the Doctor showed up and their conversation was cut short. He claims he doesn’t remember the conversation.

Curie: She audibly gasped when Sole took it out and was more than a little freaked out by it. Once explained she was so excited/interested by it that she was bouncing up and down. “What a marvelous idea that was!” She exclaimed. “Were there other types of appendage replacements before the war?” They ended up talking about prosthetics for likes several hours. By the end Curie was so ready to go on a hunt to find some pre-war medical textbooks.

X688: He had seen them before, the Institute had some amazing technology of course they had made glass eyes too. He even tried to get them to go get a new/better one to no avail.

It was still just so strange when they took it and out though. One time he walked straight into a wall. Sole laughed at him “Goddamn,” he swore, dusting himself off.

“How did that even happen?” Sole laughed.

“You and that damn eye,” he grumbled.

Sole snorted. “My eye made you walk into a wall?”

“It’s very distracting, Ma’am/Sir.”

“Righttttt. My eye was distracting you.” Sole popped the eye back in. “Better?”

He just grumbled some more and went back to going where he was going.

Strong: “YOUR EYE HURT?” It took a while to explain but eventually Sole made him understand that it was just a glass eye.

that1geek  asked:

Hey so I'm probably gonna vote for Hillary, but honestly I'm just so scared. Like, yes, please, anyone but Trump, but isn't it worth talking about those leaked DNC emails showed that pretty much everyone favored her from the start? What about those super expensive private speeches? I don't want to start an argument, just a discussion with you, if that's okay.

Her private speeches are honestly a non-issue.  Really and truly.  They were made when she was no longer Senator or Secretary of State.  Private citizens can make a paid speech wherever they want, and her speaking fee was not an atypical amount of money.  In fact, there are loads of celebrities who receive much higher payments for speaking; I believe Amy Poehler is one of them.  And the content of Hillary’s speeches isn’t even hard to find.  Here’s a full speech on Youtube.

So why won’t she release transcripts if it’s no big deal?  Because people would do exactly what they’re doing with the DNC emails now: cherry pick them and take quotes out of context to prove that Crooked Ol’ Hillary’s in bed with Wall Street.  It’s smoke and mirrors.  No presidential candidate has ever had to turn over intellectual property of that nature.  Tax returns, yes, private speech transcripts, no.

As for the DNC emails: Yes, in a perfect world, the DNC members would have no bias for one candidate or another.  But this is not a perfect world, and the truth is, someone could cherry pick any of our private emails and find things to make us look like awful people.  Out of all the emails leaked, there are only about five or six that even look bad, most of which were made after it was incredibly clear that Sanders was not going to win the nomination, and none are proof of the system being rigged against him.

Russia hacked the DNC because Putin wants Trump to be president.  That’s why these emails were released on the eve of the Democratic convention.  They’re hoping to cause an uproar and leave the DNC nomination in chaos, or tarnish their image and cause Americans to say “Well, at least Trump is an honest bastard” and vote for him.  Trump will let Putin stomp all over any country he wants, and that’s what these hacks are really about.  I guarantee you if anyone hacked the RNC emails, they’d find the same sort of content.  Probably much worse content, actually, because the RNC has literal Orange Satan as their candidate.

Also, it’s not as if Julian Assange, the Wikileaks guy, is some innocent who is just giving us the information that needs to be shared.  Not only did those emails release the full information of DNC donors (including social security numbers), but he’s practically on Putin’s payroll and he’s a blatant anti-Semite.  Right now he is playing the United States like a fiddle.

Earlier this morning I read a very well-stated, intelligent article by Allen Clifton about the DNC leak.  It’s long, but I’m going to post it in full here, because it’s very important.  We cannot let this distract us from the real danger of a Trump presidency:

In my writing I mention the term “confirmation bias” quite often. If you’re unaware of what that means, it’s basically defined as the tendency for people to seek out information which confirms something they already want to believe. It doesn’t matter if that information is factual, or even logical, just as long as it feeds into whatever preconceived notions they already have.

Well, an example of confirmation bias was never more prevalent than when a new round of hacked DNC emails were made public, with some Sanders supports claiming these “prove the primary election was rigged against Bernie.” Shockingly, nobody has shown a specific action (at least any that were credible) where the DNC did anything that actually led to Clinton winning a state (and don’t even give me “voter fraud” — if you believe that, then just stop reading this). The main thing many will mention is the number of debates, which really doesn’t make a whole lot of sense considering they added more and Sanders never saw any “bump” in polling results based on these events. In fact, after one of these added debates Sanders went 0-5 (FL, NC, OH, MO, IL) and after the New York debate he wanted, he was soundly defeated there, as well.

Out of the emails I saw Bernie Sanders folks upset about, one was absolutely disgusting and inexcusable. It was from DNC CFO Brad Marshall, who seemed to suggest playing up Sanders’ religion (or perceived lack of religion) might be a good strategy:

It might may no difference, but for KY and WVA can we get someone to ask his belief. Does he believe in a God. He had skated on saying he has a Jewish heritage. I think I read he is an atheist. This could make several points difference with my peeps. My Southern Baptist peeps would draw a big difference between a Jew and an atheist.

Not only is that email pathetic, but Marshall should be immediately let go. While I understand politics is sometimes a bit of a “blood sport” where you contemplate any and all angles at times, Democrats are better than this —period.

But the rest of these emails are mostly a whole lot of nothing when you factor in context.

One was Debbie Wasserman Schultz (who I can’t stand, by the way), who wrote on May 21st that Sanders “isn’t going to be president”:

This is a silly story. He isn’t going to be president.

She was responding to an email someone had sent her asking if it was worth mentioning to CNN that, even though Sanders had promised to remove Schultz if elected, her term was over the day after inauguration when a new DNC chair would be elected anyway.

This was written on May 21 — when Hillary Clinton had a commanding (practically impossible to overcome) lead and the only people in the country still saying Sanders might be the nominee were people in his campaign and his supporters.

Around that time he would have needed around 68 percent of all remaining delegates to have caught up to Clinton. So, while I know some people want to make a big deal out of Schultz saying this, she wasn’t wrong when she said it. At that point, there was practically no way he was going to win enough delegates to become the nominee.

Then there was an email Schultz wrote on April 24th where she said that Sanders had “no understanding of” the Democratic party:

Spoken like someone who has never been a member of the Democratic Party and has no understanding of what we do.

First, until this election, he hadn’t been a member of the Democratic party, so that’s factually accurate. Also, this was in reply to an email concerning Sanders’ comments to CNN’s Jake Tapper where he attacked the party and claimed he wasn’t being treated fairly — citing the debate schedule. Keep in mind that this was sent after the New York primary, when practically everyone but his campaign and his supporters knew the race was all but over. I know that’s not what Sanders supporters wanted to hear at the time, but that was just the reality.

Another email had Schultz contacting Chuck Todd addressing Morning Joe co-host Mika Brzeninski who was calling for her to step down (as was I), without ever actually speaking to her or allowing her to give her side of the story. She then said it was pointless to talk to her because Brzeninski had already made up her mind:

She’s already served as a judge and jury without even bothering to talk to me. Not sure why I should trust having a conversation with her would make any difference. Or that she even matters, to be frank.

While I agree that Schultz is awful, and probably should have stepped down, this email doesn’t have much to do with Sanders at all.

At one point Schultz called Sanders’ campaign manager Jeff Weaver a “damn liar” in response to comments he had made regarding the rather embarrassing spectacle that took place in Nevada in May:

Damn liar. Particularly scummy that he barely acknowledges the violent and threatening behavior that occurred.

While I hesitate to defend Schultz, a lot of people weren’t too thrilled with the Sanders campaign basically saying they don’t condone violence — but the party sort of brought it on themselves. Even Samantha Bee lit into the Sanders campaign’s response. Heck, even ultra-liberal Mother Jones called Sanders out for refusing to really apologize for what happened, with his campaign putting most of the blame on party leadership. This was a pretty bad moment for the Sanders campaign, one to which they didn’t respond well.

And, I’m sorry, but I’ve maintained for a while that a big reason why Sanders struggled in some states is because of Weaver’s attitude. At times I referred to him as the left’s version of Karl Rove.

But other than that, those are about the only emails I’ve seen mentioned in many of these pro-Sanders groups, social media accounts and articles claiming that these “prove” the DNC was working against the Vermont senator.

Well, they don’t.

Let’s not forget that a big part of Sanders’ campaign was built upon bashing Schultz, the Democratic party and creating this victim mentality of “we’re going up against the establishment machine.” Then when you look at these emails (aside from the pathetic one about his religion), they’re mostly responses to other emails addressing something Sanders or his campaign had said about the Democratic party.

Plus they were all written in late April and May, when the race was pretty much over.

By the way, I would like to point out that his religion was never used against him. So, while that one email was, indeed, awful — clearly the party never took it seriously. Just because Marshall is a bottom-feeding fool for suggesting it, that doesn’t mean the party endorsed the idea.

Quick question though: If everyone’s friends and family could see the texts, emails or hear the comments you’ve said about them, their families, friends or things they’ve said and done — would they be too happy with everything they’d hear?

In private correspondence not meant to be made public, we all sometimes say things that, if cherry picked by those who don’t like us, could be used out of context to paint us in a rather unflattering light.

There were thousands of emails hacked… and a grand total of what, 5 or 6 were made into a “big story” that “proves” the DNC was working against Sanders — all toward the end of the primary?

I would like to point out that the DNC did add more debates like he wanted (they didn’t have to), the party also made sure he was on the ballot in New Hampshire (legally he could have been kept off) and Washington D.C. (they made sure a filing issue was resolved).

Let’s also not act as if just because people are supposed to be impartial, that they really are. While Bernie Sanders registered as a Democrat, he wasn’t one until just this past year. Meanwhile, Hillary Clinton has been a loyal member to the party for decades, and wasn’t spending a large part of her time campaigning vilifying it to galvanize support. Clearly there were people who’ve worked with the party most of their lives who weren’t exactly thrilled that they had a Democratic candidate (sometimes unfairly) painting them as “the enemy” as part of his campaign’s strategy.

It’s just human nature to have a little more loyalty to someone who’s been on “your side” for decades vs. someone who’s new to the game, who also happens to be bashing the party for which you’ve spent a good part of your life working and defending.

But the truth is, this wasn’t “rigged” against Sanders. The reason why Bernie Sanders lost is because he couldn’t win the minority vote — especially the African American vote.

I ran the numbers from every single state and you could essentially predict who would win each state based on what type of election (primary vs. caucus) and by looking at the racial demographics of the state.

Hillary Clinton won 76 percent of primaries, while Bernie Sanders won 86 percent of caucuses. When it came to the average racial demographic breakdown of the states each won, they came out like this:

Hillary Clinton’s 28 wins:

  • White 64%
  • African American: 16%
  • Latino: 14%

Bernie Sanders’ 22 wins:

  • White: 78%
  • African American: 5%
  • Latino: 8%

If the election were really “rigged,” results wouldn’t have been relatively predictable based on the type of election the state held and racial demographics.

Bernie Sanders lost because he won mostly white states which were often very small, and couldn’t win many primaries — it didn’t matter whether or not they were open or closed. It wasn’t because the primary was rigged, or because a few people in the DNC weren’t his biggest fans. A Democratic candidate is not going to win the nomination by losing out on the over 50 vote; the female vote; the African American vote; the Latino vote; and mostly winning smaller states.

His campaign was amazing, reaching shocking levels of success, but he came up short — just like Hillary Clinton did in 2008, despite the fact that the party clearly wanted her to be the nominee over President Obama.

Even though he lost, his success forced the party to adopt many of his ideas. His impact on the party not only pulled it further to the left than it ever has been, but he made Hillary Clinton a much better candidate. So, while he didn’t win the nomination, in a lot of ways, he still won the battle of ideas by making sure many of the policies he wants enacted and supported by the party became part of its platform. As a result, we now have what Bernie Sanders himself has called the “most progressive platform in the history of the Democratic party.”

There are many ways to “win” in politics. He didn’t become the Democratic nominee, but Bernie Sanders was still victorious in numerous ways which have been a betterment for both the Democratic party and the nation as a whole.

anonymous asked:

hey there :) i still don't know how to express my feelings but i'm gonna try... first of all I love carol SO, SO much. i know she's selfless and loving and amazing and complex. but i have to admit i'm having some difficulty now that i think about the 5b arc. i mean, i have to say i was unpleasantly surprised with the way she lied to glenn and michonne... (I wanted her and Michonne to be close, yknow?) and i'm not sure as to why she would keep her act in the ASZ anymore. (+)

[ask continued] (+) I mean, the scene with Pete was amazing (though I wish they had kept the bit Mel mentions in TD when Carol leaves his house), but I don’t like the way that apart from that, in the finale, Carol has been manipulative towards not only the alexandrians (which is already problematic) but part of her family. I’m worried about where that’ll go. I’m with you with the whole not being a Rick fan thing, so it worries me that he seems to be the only one she’s been agreeing with recently. :( Thoughts?

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Hi anon, and I’m super sorry it took me so long to answer this.

God, I love Carol with my soul. I cannot imagine anything that could happen that would ever change this, that would ever make my allegiance to her falter. I love her more than any fictional human. I’m with her to the end of the line.

Let me just put it out there — straight no chaser — that I’m concerned about Carol at the moment too, but not for any of the same reasons that a lot of people are. I’m concerned because of what I see happening in the media — the way words and phrases such as “scary,” “calculating,” “the devil on Rick’s shoulder,” “Iago to Rick’s Othello,” and a bunch more craptastic blah blah blah are slowly making their way into article after article. Fuck on a fuckstick, you cannot win as a woman in this world. If you don’t do anything, you’re a weak, burdonsome, useless wimp. If you do everything, you’re a cold, calculating, soulless monster whose story arc is clearly over. To which I say:

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I think it is monumentally important to remember that while for us as viewers, more than a year has elapsed since ”Infected,” for Carol I don’t think it’s been more than two months. (You guys who timeline like a boss please feel free to correct me if I’m off here.)

In that time she has:

  • Killed two people she knew and cared about in a misguided attempt to save everyone
  • Been cast out from her family by Constable Fuckboy
  • Headed back to the prison (hoping to do whatever she could to help, I might add) and managed to find Tyreese, the girls, and Judith
  • Busted her ass to teach both Mika and Lizzie how the world works now, only for her efforts to result in Mika’s death
  • Made the choice to kill Lizzie, both because she loved that little girl so much that there was no other way and because she was determined to save the child of a man who had treated her like garbage
  • Killed a whole bunch more people saving the entire crew at Terminus
  • Kept the secret about what happened with the girls because Tyreese asked her to
  • Been on the verge of running away to be on her own again, only to get dragged back in, because despite what she says, she is genetically incapable of not trying to save people
  • Been hit by a car, sustaining multiple serious injuries
  • Watched Beth — the girl she was still trying to save — die in front of her
  • Dealt with Tyreese’s death (no matter what — they shared an experience nobody else will ever understand, and it mattered)
  • Emotionally supported Daryl when it should have been the other way around (come at me, whatever)
  • Walked weaponless into a community of people she doesn’t know or trust, when she literally had to blow up the last community of human beings she ran across because they enjoyed eating people

And I’m probably forgetting a few things. The point is that Carol is not cold, unfeeling, emotionless, or anything remotely synonymous with those terms.

No. She is terrified. She is shut down. She has closed herself off to absolutely everything, because she lives in constant fear that if she drops even a fraction of her guard for a fraction of a second, something else terrible will happen.

She let down her guard around Rick and he locked the car door.
She let down her guard around Lizzie and Mika and they died.
She let down her guard around Daryl during “Consumed” and Beth died.

She’s not going to let down her guard again, not for anybody (well, almost).

If you’re ever doubting who Carol is right now, just think about her face when she tries to tell Daryl that she can’t let herself feel it, and the emotions are so overwhelming to her that she can’t even get the entire sentence out of her mouth.

Think about the look on her face when Rick says (in “Conquer”) “I was thinkin’, how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives?” DO YOU SEE HER FACE? The things she’s done haunt her, because she has to shoulder all of that all by herself. She is the only one who knows. And until that changes, she has to have the walls up, all day every day, 24/7, with everyone.

Carol’s not crazy. She’s not cold. She hasn’t lost her humanity, not even a little. Every moment she spends with Sam is a testament to this. And that’s the goddamn sucker-punch. She fights so effing hard not to let him in, but in the end, children are her weakness. Because she knows exactly what it’s like to be small and defenseless and powerless and scared, and no matter how much she wants to stay emotionally safe, her perfect beautiful heart can’t stand by and watch a child suffer. It just can’t. So the armor cracks for Sam.

I don’t know what the show is doing. I don’t. So I am not here to make promises of any sort. What I do know is that Carol is, deep inside, the same person she has always been. Loving, moral, nurturing, strong as fuck, and altruistic to a goddamn fault.

This is the character I love, and she’s still right here.

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Ratatouille Sentence Meme
  • "The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris."
  • "He is the youngest chef to achieve a five star rating."
  • "I think its apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit."
  • "This is my dad. He's never impressed."
  • "What's wrong with having highly developed senses?"
  • "Close to godliness. Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to..never mind. Move on."
  • "Noble? We're thieves!"
  • "It isn't stealing if no one wants it."
  • "If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?"
  • "This much I know: if you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff."
  • "Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die."
  • "Good food is like music you can taste, color you can smell."
  • "There is excellence all around you. You need only be aware to stop and savor it."
  • "He doesn't understand me but I can be myself around him."
  • "You could fill a book, a lot of books, with things Dad doesn't know."
  • "Great cooking is not for the faint of heart."
  • "You must be imaginative, strong hearted."
  • "You must try things that may not work."
  • "You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you are from."
  • "Your only limit is your soul."
  • "Anyone can cook but only the fearless can be great."
  • "I waited for a sound, a voice, a sign. Anything."
  • "If you focus on what you've left behind, you'll never be able to see what lies ahead."
  • "A cook makes. A thief takes. You are not a thief."
  • "She believed in Heaven, so she's covered. You know, afterlife wise."
  • "You know how to fix it. This is your chance."
  • "If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him?"
  • "Our reputation is hanging by a thread as it is."
  • "That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary?"
  • "I need this job. I've lost so many."
  • "I know its stupid and weird but neither of us can do this alone, so we got to do it together, right?"
  • "Welcome to Hell."
  • "Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world. But I'm still here."
  • "I've worked too hard for too long to get here and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky."
  • "I killed a man with this thumb."
  • "Whatever you are doing, stop it?"
  • "A little wine, a friendly chat. Just us cooks."
  • "I just took it to be polite. I don't really drink ya know."
  • "You would have to be an idiot of elephantine proportions not to appreciate this '61 Chateau Latour."
  • "Let us toast your non-idocity."
  • "Now imagine every great taste in the world being combined into infinite combinations."
  • "I'm tired of taking. I want to make things. I want to add something to this world."
  • "The world we live in belongs to the enemy."
  • "When all is said and done, we're all we've got."
  • "This is the way things are. You can't change nature."
  • "Change is nature. The part that we can influence and it starts when we decide."
  • "I hate false modesty. It's just another way to lie."
  • "I would've followed your advice to the ends of the earth."
  • "You inspire me. I'm going to risk it all. I'm going to risk looking like the biggest idiot psycho you've ever seen."
  • "Don't tell me you're sorry, tell them you're sorry."
  • "We're inventing new ways to sell out over here."
  • "Your rise has been meteoric yet you have no formal training. What is the secret to your genius?"
  • "You've been playing without an opponent. Which is, as you may have guessed, against the rules."
  • "You're thin for someone who loves food."
  • "Pray you don't disappoint me."
  • "You know, I've never disappointed anyone before, because nobody's ever expected anything of me. And the only reason anyone expects anything from me now is because of you."
  • "I haven't been fair to you. You've never failed me and I should never forget that."
  • "I'd like your heart roasted on a spit."
  • "I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?"
  • "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a good artist can come from anywhere."
  • "The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability."

akuma-life-deactivated20160813  asked:

Hey I'm thinking about writing fanfics in the future but I don't really know where to start and all that do you have any tips for starting out and writing?

Oh god oh god oh god //sweats

This might get kinda long but I’ll try to keep it simple? I tend to get long-winded so I’m sorry if I do ;;

Well, first of all, you need to believe that you’re going to kick ass. I know from experience that if you’re feeling shaky and insecure, your writing’s going to suffer. Your internal editor can be the biggest hindrance imaginable and it sucks. So once you’ve gotten that out of the way, you’re good to go.

Studying the characters you wish to write is important as well. I tend to take my time before writing a character to make sure I have a decent understanding of how they work. It’s important to ask yourself if a character would say what you’re writing outside of your own head, because I, and I’m sure many others, know how painful it is to read something that’s horribly out of character. Nobody enjoys a butchered characterization and although there may be slight deviations from canon (character development, different back-stories, age differences, etc), it’s important to keep the core of the character the same. Extremely so.

As for plot, this probably goes without saying, but try your hardest to be original. This doesn’t mean you need to avoid cliches completely—it merely means you should put your own twist on everything you write. Don’t copy what’s already been done; make something your own. It’s more fun that way.

Now, as for writing tips:

Pick a tense and stick with it. Don’t switch from past (said) to present (says) back-and-forth; it looks tacky and it really, really breaks up the flow. Also, grammar and punctuation are important. I know mine aren’t always perfect but it’s very, very important to try and keep things as textbook as possible (with the exception of artistic license, of course. A well-placed run-on can work wonders). 

For example, a common mistake is to punctuate dialogue with a period. That’s incorrect—dialogue is part of a sentence, not a new one. 

For example: “It was cold outside.” She said. That’s incorrect.

“It was cold outside,” she said. That’s correct. (Also, if the dialogue ends with an exclamation point or a question mark, don’t capitalize the pronoun! Keep it lowercase. It’s the same sentence, not a new one!)

Please don’t refer to a character by the color of their hair or their job (or whatever other identifier you can think of). I, as well as many others, have done this before, and it’s terrible. It looks terrible, it sounds terrible—they have a name for a reason. Use it. Use it a thousand times. Use it until you accidentally type it when you meant to type something else. Just please, please don’t call them by anything but their name unless their name is yet to be known. 

Avoiding passive voice and cluttering up sentences with unnecessary adjectives are things I often struggle with myself. Passive voice (was running) can normally be replaced with active voice (ran) and it gives sentences much, much more impact. It can seem odd at first because many people are used to speaking in passive voice, but trust me: it’s worth it. Your sentences will be much cleaner without passive voice cluttering them up. (I need to edit a lot of old chapters to dispose of this myself //sweats)

The same goes for adjectives. Most people can imagine a wooden box. Feel free to give a brief description, but don’t go into so much detail and get so wordy people drift unless it’s integral for the plot (and even then, exercise caution).

Be wary of comma splices! For example: The girl ran, she was fast. That’s a comma splice. Make sure you either A: add a semicolon (The girl ran; she was fast.), B: add a period (The girl ran. She was fast.) or C: add a conjunction (The girl ran, and she was fast.) A good check for these is to see if both clauses can stand on their own as separate sentences; if so, you need something to connect them, and a comma just won’t do the job. It’s only a pause.  

If there’s a word that can replace two or three words, use it! The less words, the better. I’m not saying your sentences need to be short and bland, but they don’t need to be so long the reader loses track of the point.

Cadence is very important! Robotic sentences with the same structure get tiresome to read and sound stiff. Try to mix it up a bit and create a lovely flow that draws your readers in.

DON’T USE TOO MANY ADVERBS. “Said” is usually plenty! The character’s tone can be inferred by dialogue in most causes, and adverbs really clutter things up. You want clean, pretty sentences! (Using ‘muttered’ and words such as that is fine as well, but said or says should be your go-to!)

I know there are tons of things I’m forgetting AND I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, but I really hope I’ve been able to help at least a little;; I…really love writing. //sweats

I wish you the best of luck and I’m sure you’re gonna do an awesome job <3




anonymous asked:

I graduated from a not so known art school a year ago and haven't had much luck getting jobs. I'm looking to get into boarding and feel like I've tried everything but it seems almost impossible. Any advice other than go to figure drawing, watch movies, etc. or is that really all there is to it? Thanks!

Hey!  sorry I didn’t respond so soon, I was a bit busy and didn’t have time to get on Tumblr these last couple days.  Anyways, I’m just gonna dump a bunch of random stuff here in hopes that some of it gives you a better picture of how things work and what you need to think about.

first off, there was a post Dan Krall made a little while back I remember seeing and I think this is a good read for anyone trying to get in the business regardless of what you’re doing (story, vis dev, animation, etc).  If you haven’t read it yet, go check it out!  

his post pretty much covers in a better way what I’d say in terms of what you need to do to get a job.  

I’m just basing the rest of this off your question which I interpreted as you having trouble just getting into storyboarding and improving in general.  The bit about jobs I’ll leave to Dan’s article and other people to cover for now as I don’t want this to be a crazy man’s essay.  

things to do or keep in mind.  (In my humble opinion)

1) Lots of practice.

I didn’t really have a class that required me to storyboard anything until my 4th year at school.  So I started pretty late as far as actually doing anything goes.  But during my first semester 4th year, I was probably boarding a story every week.  And during class my teacher would give us a bunch of random words and statements and make us board a story using them in 30 minutes.  So in that aspect, my teacher really just helped me kick up a lot of work as well as got me more into a mode of being ready to just take whatever is given and run with it.  I’d say this is something I’d recommend most people who want to get into boarding to try and do.  I was talking with some other story artists at work who recalled doing similar things when training or in school and it’s pretty much unanimously hated.  But just power through and force yourself to do it.  It’s just like exercise!

Life drawing and studying movies is very good.  I don’t do that stuff nearly as much as I should and I’m trying to get back to that.  But keep in mind that all that stuff is only to help you with the concepts and practical parts.  Practicing and boarding stuff on your own is what’s gonna make any of that stuff useful.  There are great life drawers and great composition makers, but that’s not really all storyboarding is.  I could go into more detail I guess but I think you’ll understand the more you do it.  There’s more to it than just being able to draw a guy and knowing what a dutch angle is you know?  There’s character and being able to make things entertaining and stuff.

2) Be as entertaining as you can. 

Lots of boards, mine included have a habit of being kind of boring.  And it’s kind of the challenge to make it interesting and entertaining.  Don’t just board people talking, nobody wants to see 50 panels of you flipping back from one over the shoulder shot to the next.  That kind of stuff is a good way to make someone looking at your stuff to tune out and glaze over your work.  Always try to visually show things and don’t rely on dialogue to drive the story.

Don’t always stay with your first idea.  It probably wasn’t the most original way to handle your problem.  Try and always take some time to rethink things and usually you can come up with another more unique/interesting solution.

3)  Be yourself

This is mainly my own opinion but personally, I think it’s a bad idea to go about trying to do something because you think that’s what will get you a job or whatever it is you’re trying to get.  It’s a little… too ideal of a thought maybe.  I understand the importance of getting a job or whatever.  But I also feel like making things you would actually like to watch and things that mean something to you is the best way to get somewhere.  I don’t mean do the opposite of what you think you’re supposed to do.  Rather, don’t cater so much to what you think is gonna get you in.  To me, that’s the easiest way to make something boring and I think it probably translates similarly to the people reviewing portfolios.  Studios probably don’t want a watered down copy of what they’ve already got.  You have different tastes and different ideas, and that’s what makes you special.  Not everyone is gonna like your stuff and I think that’s totally fine.  Don’t stress about it and don’t take it personal.  The people who like what you do and what you have to offer are probably going to be the people you want to work with anyways.

lastly,

4) Ask for help

I’ve found that asking people for opinions and advice can really help you get by obstacles and problems when you’re stuck.  Getting a second and third opinion is always good.  You’ll get ideas and insight you probably wouldn’t have thought of simply because you have a completely different brain now thinking about the same problem.  Don’t hesitate just because you think it’s cheating or taking away from the work being yours.

It’s a fine line though so don’t go making changes for every suggestion.  Learn to filter everything and decide which ideas work and which don’t.  This is mainly important because with more opinions, the original idea can start to change and sometimes when you listen to too much advice you’ll find you lost something along the way that was kind of the soul of what you were going for.  Just be careful for that.  There’s lots of good ideas but not all of them are compatible.  If you ask 10 people what they think about your work, there’s a strong temptation to take all the elements and ideas you liked from them and cram them into one thing.  Turns out, it doesn’t usually work.  Pick and choose.

hmmm…. that’s all I can think of right now.  Sorry if it’s a bit long or if the thoughts are a bit vague and scattered.  I’m still trying to figure stuff out myself but I hope some of that gibberish helped! 

thought-  asked:

Fic prompt! Something with Tex and Carolina where they... I don't know, share a moment. Are on the same side. Help each other out. Just something with them not at each other's throats, be it canon or au or whatever.

[This takes place in not-quite-happy-family-yet AU!!! I don’t know what I’m doing I don’t know if this makes sense]

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Carolina walks out in the middle of dinner one night.

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