whatever i just it would be cool

anonymous asked:

You are a cool guy with a cool voice. I hope you find something really good to eat later on cause ya deserve it buddy. Whatever would we do without you jacob?

well thank you kindly! and i guess you’d just be watching vinesauce or something lmao

anonymous asked:

how would aliens react to tattoos? like, some humans undergo large amounts of pain to have an image permanetly inked on their skin and sometimes the reason is no more than "eh, it looks cool"

“Human Tyler, you seem to have acquired pigmented particles under your skin.” Rytrinq began, trying to gain their attention at the same time as xe remained polite and considerate. “Do you wish time to cleanse yourself?” Xe asked, quite pleased with xemself for remembering the appropriate question.

“Fuck off, don’t be rude.” Human Tyler repeated, looking enraged for some reason. Granted, Rytrinq didn’t have the longest experience deciphering human mannerisms, but the wording didn’t leave much room for ambiguity. “This took a loot of time, and I’ll have you know I’m really happy with how it turned out.” They added, baffling Rytrinq further.

“You got dirt under your skin on purpose?” Xe asked, getting more confused each time Tyler spoke. Fortunately, it seemed they realised xe genuinely didn’t understand. Or at least they were willing to indulge him. 

“It’s not dirt. It’s ink, and yes. It’s called a tattoo. It’s art.” They said, clearly still angry, though they did look slightly less terrifying, which xe decided to count as progress. Xe had heard that human art came in many forms, but xe had never heard of one involving the human body itself.

“Human Tyler, that is immensely intriguing. How is it made?” Xe asked, relieved when they seemed to realise it was a case of cultural confusion rather than xem being purposefully rude.

“Well, you go to a tattoo artist, and they make the design and then make a sort of template, I guess you could call it. Anyway, they put that on the place you want the tattoo, and it transfers a bit of ink so the artist’s got something to guide them. And then they have this machine, which is basically a bunch of needles that pierce the skin with ink. Which the artist use to sort of draw on the skin, leaving cool art like this.” Human Tyler said, adding a pointed look for the last part while showing off the art. Rytrinq was however too worried - and quite frankly terrified - to think too much about it.

“It pierces your skin and drags the ink machine through your skin? Is that not painful?” Xe asked

“What? No, no it goes up and down into the skin. If you drag it without the needles getting up you’ll end up with big scars. It does kind of hurt, but it’s not that bad.” They answered, clearly believing that to sound better. As if getting stabbed multiple times was no big deal.

“What purpose does it serve? Is it a hierarchical or sociological requirement?”

“No, some people don’t even like them. Think they look unprofessional or whatever bullshit like that. But it doesn’t really have a purpose.” Human Tyler answered with a brief elevation of their shoulder area.

“Then why do you put yourself through the pain?” Xe wondered. They had to have some reason after all, right?

“Eh, it looks cool. I mean, I just really like daffodils, always have. They’re cool.” They said, once again reminding Rytrinq that xe would never fully understand humans.

MBTI and an Escape Room

ISFJ: “No, no, no, no”

ESFJ: *crying and furious* “This is tearing us apart! Get it together people!”

ISTJ: *Says everyone is an idiot for trying the wrong thing- never offers his own solution*

ESTJ: “I would take over, but I like watching ENFJ fail at it.”

ESTP: “Wait guys, I got this” *does something stupid* *fails*

ISTP: “If you guys would just listen to me then I could get us out of here- ok no one is listening to me, that’s fine too, whatever”

ESFP: *completely oblivious to everyone’s stress* “This is so fun!”

ISFP: *mopping in the corner* “I’m just really tired, I don’t want to do this.”

ENFP: *simply talking and rabbit trailing about random possibilities* “Hey look at this! This is so cool! Oh that’s kinda creepy…what if-”

INFP: *super chill and relaxed* “Man, this is so much fun. Hey guys- we should try and scare ISTJ”

INFJ: *Thinks he knows how to get out but can’t talk because all the tension in the room is about to make him cry*

ENFJ: *Keeps trying to create order amongst the group, but gets too emotional to handle the responsibility* 

ENTJ: *Has already planned out which one of his friends he will have to sacrifice first*

INTJ: *Knows how to get out after discussing with INFJ* *Doesn’t tell anyone because ESTJ said some rude and they want to watch ESTJ fail* 

ENTP: “Hey guys, I know what will work!” *tries something complicated and stupid* *fails* 

INTP: “My goodness, I can’t believe you guys haven’t figured it out yet, it’s so obvious” *doesn’t actually know how to get out*

anonymous asked:

Dude. Those fusion drawings look amazing!!!!!! You should totally do more if you're cool with that!

…heck, as if I need to be asked twice

I dunno what tododeku’s quirk would be but whatever it is it’s definitely too strong to be fair

i remember, back before “catch and release”, there was a particular vein of the “peridot has artificial limbs” theory that i really liked: for whatever reason, peridot couldn’t form a full light body, and so had to have artificial additions so that she could stabilise and form.

and like?? that would have been so cool… like imagine the cgs keep the limb enhancers to examine them, and then steven unbubbles peridot. and peri gets about five feet before her form just starts totally glitching out. it’s mostly her limbs - her feet disappear from under her, her arms keep reverting to stubby bits of light, and while she’s trying to force herself to keep her form together she just can’t.

and steven feels really bad for her, because she can barely move around. she can’t hold things, she trips every five seconds because her legs keep destabilising, and that sort of thing. so he goes to the other gems and is like “hey… so long as we’re keeping her unbubbled… maybe we should give her back her limbs?” and the other cgs agree that this is probably a good idea, but they deactivate her weapons and her flying gear just in case.

peridot is super surprised when they give her back her limb enhancers - being from a cruel planet, she expected that she would be immobilised in one way or another while she was their prisoner. and that’s the start of her beginning to trust steven, because he shows the common decency to let someone have their prosthetics even though that person is a prisoner. and that just would not have happened on homeworld.

and later when peridot joins the crystal gems, she casually reactivates her weapons and flight. “huh? yeah, i could have done that at any time. i just thought it would be more conductive to cooperation if i accepted the implicit terms of our truce. i don’t turn my weapons back on and shoot you, and you don’t put me in a bubble again.”

because like, how cool would that have been? peridot would have been so relateable to pretty much any disabled person watching. amputees, those with general mobility impairments, those with motor control issues, or anyone who needs assistive technology to function in society. and it would have given the message of “assistive technology like screens, prosthetics and the like are important and non-negotiable - you can’t take away someone’s limbs or senses just because you don’t like them!”

BTS when you sit on their lap and snuggle up to them

 

Jin:

Jin was going to prepare dinner, when you suddenly sat down on his lap. At first, he would be flustered, a little shocked by your sudden action. However, as soon as you snuggled up to him, he would giggle about you, thinking that you were so cute. No dinner today, the two of you would be cuddling.

“What are you actua- Omo, your so cute (Y/N)!”

Originally posted by theseoks

 

Taehyung:

Tae would absolutly adore that cute side of yours. He would even ask you to sit on his lap sometimes, pulling you closer. Even though cuddling would always end up with him poking your cheeks or trying to tickle you, so be prepared.

“Come here jagiiii~ I promise I don’t pinch your cheeks this time!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

 

Rapmonster;

He would be so flustered! He would love it, no question, but little actions like that always made him blush. He would probably laugh about himself being like this. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but you, so he’d just stop whatever he was doing, wrapping his arms around you. If he was in the mood, he might kiss you.

“W-WOah jagi, what are you…doing?” (Drops pencil but tries to act cool)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

 

JHope:

He would be so excited, happy like a little child when you sat on his lap. Moments like that totally made his day. After some time, he would get bored though. So get ready for a wrestling competition or him hugging you so tight that you can barely breath.

“(Y/N) ahhhhhhhh, your so cuteu!”

Originally posted by chimchams

 

Suga:

Suga seems like the type who really likes cuddling with his s/o. He would literally help you to climb on his lap while he was working on some paper stuff, enjoying the feeling of your warmth. He would play with your hair or rub your back to return the affection.

“Don’t ask, I know you want to cuddle. Am I right? Come here.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

 

Jimin:

Jimin would be wondering on what exactly you were trying to do, when you suddenly tried to sit down on his lap. Also he would be laughing at your struggling. He would find it adorable, literally melting when you snuggled up to him and smiling his signature smile. He would really like it, but he woud tease you about it after.

“Jagi, you  don’t need a chair. You can sit on my lap for dinner,”

Originally posted by bwipsul

 

Jungkook:

If it was the first time you did something like that, he would be shook. Like, literally even jungshook. His eyes would get big when you snuggled up to him,  wondering on how to react. He would slowly hug you back, breathing in your scent. Once he wasn’t nervous anymore, he would get more confident and  maybe even kiss you, iniciating a make out session,

Originally posted by hohbi


 

Hey guys~~ I really hope you like this reaction. I wanted to upload it before, but Tumblr was like “Aish, leave me alone I’m gonna delete everything” so I had to start again -.- However, It’s up now~~

XOXO Admin Isi

Got7 Version 

((I don’t know if this has been done, so if it has please tell me.))

So I’ve seen a lot of those ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ posts and I think those are really cool, but unnoticed they all consist of one thing: humans traveling with the aliens.

So there are a lot of ways you can do that, right? You could go all Star Trek and make it to where the humans and aliens all live together in harmony and travel space together and things like that. But I have a different idea and I think it’s pretty cool.

So humans don’t really know aliens exist. Obviously you have your conspiracy theorists and loons and the occasional 'abducted’ person, but for the most part it’s just generally accepted that aliens are fun and all, but they’re not /real/.

And then there’s this kid. He/she/they don’t really have a happy life, but they can’t really do anything about it. You can make them whatever you want, have any or of disorder or disability or just make them an angsty teen that comes from an unhappy home. They want to leave, but they’re too young, so they have to stay.

Then of course, the aliens come. But instead of crap like Independence Day (I say crap in a loving way, the movie was pretty good and I like it), the aliens just take one look at the kid, pick them up, and leave. That’s it. Nothing else. Just take the kid and go.

Of course the kid is terrified at first, but after like the first day or so they calm down because the aliens are treating them like gosh-darn royalty. They put the kid up in the nicest room on the ship, give them the best food they can muster from their rations, and provide for any kind of entertainment the kid might want. It’s like paradise, and the kid is happier than they’ve been in a while.

So the kid travels with these aliens on all sorts of cool adventures and throughout this period is when we get the 'Humans are Space Orcs’ discoveries. Like the kid will go up to random giant furry beasts and just glomp them and coo at them while the aliens are like “No that’s deadly it will kill you oh my god what is this kid doing?!?!” Or, if the kid has a uterus, come time for their period the aliens freak out because “Oh holy shmarda, the child is bleeding!! Why is the child bleeding?!” Hilarious antics and shenanigans ensue and the child is so happy with their new life that they never want to go back home.

Also included: drama when the aliens return to earth to find a human companion for the child (even though they didn’t ask for one you guys don’t have to do this really it’s fine) and the parents of the kid demand they be returned immediately. The kid doesn’t want to go back of course so the aliens have to fight for custody over the kid in court (I guess idk but something along those lines. Maybe the humans try to kill the aliens because the kid was “abducted” and that causes a lot of angst and problems.).

Idk just something that’s been floating about in my imagination for a while. I think it would be a really cool show though tbh like someone hire me.

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven


“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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Harry Potter Follow Train

I’ve seen a lot of people lately trying to get more followers to reach goals, just meet new people, or whatever else, so I thought this would be a fun thing to do! 

Rules

  • reblog this if you post at least 85% hp
  • follow at least 3 (the more the merrier tho) people who have also reblogged this post (it would be hella appreciated if you followed me too)
  • that’s it :)

anonymous asked:

Hello! Just a question, why are Chara and Frisk still men in your comics? Why not try a female video version? I think that would be cool for those who think that Charisk are girls and also for the Asrielara shippers or the Frans shippers or the Charisk shippers! In short it's just a suggestion but I guess that would be really good to try this type of videosWell I wish you good luck for your videos and I hope you continue your chain because I find it GREAT !!!Welp, Stay Determined.

How about I do whatever I want?
also you’re not talking to Starbot..jfc (Btw frans is creepy AF.. I’m not pandering other ships that I don’t like)

Your hands feel like home

Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:

Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side. 


‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’

Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.

‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.

‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’

Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.

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Okay but imagine what DA2 could maybe have done with the clinic if there had been more time and resources to flesh out all parts of the game more?

  • More ambient dialogue where the people are actually supportive of and thankful for their Healer, and that tell you about what sort of patients Anders has
  • a collection box maybe where Hawke could plonk herbs or a little money, potions, or whatever. Something to help running the clinic, or to distribute to the people of Darktown. Maybe the box is something that Anders hasn’t actually put there on purpose because who in Darktown has anything to give but Hawke just keeps leaving stuff in it and eventually Anders remarks on it, or maybe the clinic could get some little visual upgrades if you donate enough? Nothing mandatory you know, but just maybe a good place to throw like thrown trousers for bandage material or something instead of selling them for some copper pieces. xD
  • maybe a patient or two with a quest? Some patient that a healer mage Hawke could heal when Anders is busy with some other patient, or something else for rogue and warrior Hawkes? Bandaging the wound instead? idk something small and nice that’d let you help a little bit. ;u;
  • or maybe a scene where Anders asks your help with something there? Holding a patient’s hand or helping to keep them steady or whatever, I don’t even care. LET ME HELP ANDERS.
  • stuff you could interact with to see and hear Hawke comment on what’s there (like you can at Gamlen’s, and at the manor later) and what Anders’ life is at the clinic - DOES he leave his socks under the bed there as well? What’s on the desk? I WANNA KNOW. (tbh everyone’s home base would so benefit from this). Some of these things could change in each act to SHOW what’s going on in their lives!
  • idk guys I’m just saying that that place could feel really alive and cool instead of a big mostly empty room. ;u;<3 (Also the Alienage? could have had something cool to do as well.)

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 

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Shiro: 

You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 

Lance:

It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 

Keith:

When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.

Hunk:

As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.

Pidge:

It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.

“Nooo?” 

“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)

Originally posted by gotjimin

Originally posted by requiem-on-water

(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)

Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:

Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)

Word Count: 4,516

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.


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anonymous asked:

I saw this on another account but how do you think Shawn would react if his gf was mad that Katy touched his butt, cause I would! (You could write the scenario;))

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It’s Not Jealousy 

word count: 1,360

“Just grab it babe, grab my butt” Shawn laughed, shaking his booty at your face.

“Stop Shawn” you said annoyed, pushing him away from you.

“Come on y/n, just give it a rough squeeze. Your hands on my booty is better than Katy’s. Don’t be jealous” he joked, still waving his butt at your face.

“Seriously Shawn, back off” you said, rolling your eyes frustrated at him.

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Set Up- Jughead Imagine (Riverdale)

A/N: This is my first Riverdale imagine!! I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback or a request of your own!

Requested by anoymous:  I wanted to request a riverdale imagine. Could it be something like your Betty’s sibling and jughead has liked you for a while so Betty and Archie set you two up?

Word count:1013

Warnings: N/A

Sat in a booth at Pop’s you sighed in frustration as the chemistry stared back at you, unanswered. Looking up to the ceiling for inspiration, you failed to notice the raven haired boy sliding into the booth opposite you.

“I’m not sure if praying for the answers is really your best bet” Jughead said with a small smirk

“Its chemistry” You told him rolling your eyes at the thought of the work in front of you

“Well in that case praying probably is your best bet” He replied his smirk growing even bigger as you smiled

“So” You began “Is there a particular reason that the Jughead Jones has decided to grace me with his presence?” You asked whilst taking a sip from your milkshake

“Oh I dunno I just thought maybe you could use some distraction from your chemistry” He mused whilst opening his laptop

“Trying to make me fail I see” You smirked with a raised eyebrow

“Wouldn’t dream of it” He smirked back

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One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengera

Warnings: Death, mourning. 

SUPER SAD!!!!!!!

Request: hello! I was wondering if you could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx


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Originally posted by crimson-oceans

It had been a month.

You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But then they heard the news.

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Daryl x Reader - My Minds Telling Me No, But My Body's Telling Me Yes

(Request: Hi! Could you write Daryl fic where the reader is young (19/20) and Ricks daughter. She is crazy about Daryl and shows him that often, but he keep declining her love (and his feelings) for age gap, Rick and bcs he thinks that she could find someone better. But one night she goes mad bcs hes stubborn and convince him how much she loves him. He respond positively and gets fluffy and love and maybe some love making (her first time))

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this!! LOVE YOU ALL

Warning: losing virginity, smut, angst, fluff
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Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

It was a hot day in Alexandria. You wore a pair of shorts and a revealing top, mostly because it was hot but partly because you wanted to get Daryl’s attention. Daryl Dixon, he was a hard one to crack, but crack him you did. When you first laid eyes on him in Atlanta you knew he was trouble, but that’s what drew you to him, you were always a sucker for a bad boy. Over time you were able to break down his barriers, slowly but surely. You two had gotten close and you often expressed your feelings for him but he never did anything to show he felt the same. Well, he did when it was only you two. It was subtle things like teaching you how to hunt back on the farm, or showing you how to shoot a crossbow. But when you would hand him something and your hands brushed together you knew there was a connection there, he looked at you in a way that showed secret affection. You two could never truly get it on without your father having something to say about it.

Rick knew you took an interest in Daryl and he had spoken to you about it. As much as Rick loved Daryl, he was too much older than you and Rick encouraged you to talk to Heath or Spencer, someone closer to your age. You only smiled and nodded when he said that, you agreed with him there and then but in reality, it was going in one ear and out the other. Your eyes darted across the walls as you tried to look for Daryl’s figure. You spotted him near the gates cleaning his bike.

“Hey Dixon” you smirked, walking over to him and shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Hey” he said bluntly, trying to focus on his bike rather than your irresistible figure.

“Hot day, right? And you’re wearing a leather jacket, why don’t you take it off?” you asked, moving closer to him and wrapping your fingers on the collar of his jacket.

“C’mon (y/n)” he said, shrugging your hands off of him. “Don’t do this now”

“I’m not doing anything. I just thought you might be a little hot in this” you said, tugging at his jacket as you leaned closer to him. “That’s why I wore something that would keep me cool” you teasingly whispered in his ear.

“Daryl”

A voice made him jump and he stood up quickly as you saw your dad approaching. You took a step back, not wanting to get Daryl in trouble.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Rick asked, leaning his hands on his hips, clearly oblivious to what was going on before.

“Yeah. Just cleaning up the bike now” he replied.

Rick nodded his head and then looked at you. An awkward silence fell upon you three as Rick looked between you and Daryl, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. “You spoken to Spencer (y/n)? I think he was looking for you”

Daryl lowered his head and dropped back down to cleaning his bike as you glared at Rick. “No I haven’t spoken to him and I have no intention to in the future” you spat back.

“Think about it” he said, taking one more look at Daryl before turning his back and walking away.

What’s happening tomorrow?” you asked, turning back to Daryl.

He stood up and swung the now dirty rag over his shoulder, completely ignoring your question as he walked past you.

“Hey! Wait up!” you ran forward to match his fast pace. “Are you going on a run?”

“Don’t worry about it” he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

You stopped in your tracks as you put two and two together. You had heard from Tara that the group were planning on attacking the saviors base, you just didn’t know when. Now you knew it was tomorrow.

“It’s dangerous” you said, catching up to him once again.

“It’ll be fine (y/n)”

“What if something happens? What if it goes wrong and you-”

“Just drop it alright! I don’t need ya to babysit me I’m a grown ass man, I can take care of myself!” Daryl cut you off, his voice raised as he turned to face you.

You looked down at the floor as his words cut through your skin. He was right, he could take care of himself and he didn’t need you around.

“Anyway, Ricks right” he said, dropping his eyes to the floor, his voice calmer.

“What do you mean he’s right?” you asked, looking up at him. You knew what he was talking about but you just wanted to hear him say it. You wanted him to give you a reason to get angry.

“You should talk to Spencer, he’s closer to your age-”

“I’m fed up with people treating me like a child! Daryl how long have we known each other and how long have I showed that I love you?” You stretched your arms out in question “Age is just a damn number to me and I don’t care about Spencer I care about you!”

Daryl went silent at your words and avoided eye contact. As much as you showed him you cared, it would always break your heart when he said nothing back.

“Are you gonna say something?” you asked, tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl looked back at you and went to reply when his attention turned elsewhere.

“(Y/n)!”

You saw Daryl’s face turn to a frown as you looked around to see spencer heading towards you. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at Daryl, hoping he would say something.

“I’ll come ‘round tonight, we’ll talk about it then” he said before walking off, making sure to bump into Spencer as he walked past.

“What’s up with him?” Spencer asked, a look of confusion planted on his face.

“Your ugly ass is here” you thought. “He’s just in a mood as always” you smiled at him.

“Whatever. How about you come around to my place tonight, I cook a mean meatloaf” he said smiling.

You internally groaned as you knew your dad had set this up. “Sorry not tonight Spencer, maybe another time”

“That’s cool? Tomorrow?”

You gagged at his persistence but covered it up with a smile. “Sure”

“Great! I’ll see you then” he smiled before walking off and you could see Rick standing on his front porch watching you. You rolled your eyes at him before turning and heading towards your house.
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You draped your leg over the arm of the sofa as you waited for Daryl. You stared into space, letting your mind go blank and actually relax for the first time in a few years. In fact, you were so relaxed that you didn’t even here Daryl come in to the house.

“Hey, the door was unlocked so I let myself in” he said almost shyly. He walked over to you when you didn’t respond and he shook your leg. “(Y/n)?”

Your eyes went back to normal and you stared up at Daryl who towered above you. “Hey! Sorry I was just taking a minute to myself” you laughed as you pulled your legs back to let him sit down.

“About earlier, I’m sorry for snapping at you” he started, clearing his voice before continuing. “I just don’t know what to do when I’m around you. My minds tellin’ me no but my body’s telling me yes” he laughed, thinking about the song which now played in his head.

You let out a giggle and placed a hand on his bicep, staring at it adoringly as you mindlessly traced patterns along it. Daryl leaned his head back on the sofa and watched your face as you begun to talk.

“You don’t need to apologise. I know you’re frustrated” Your eyes lingered down to his slowly growing bulge and then they came up to meet his. You saw an ever-growing hunger in his eyes as his pupils enlarged and in a second his lips were on yours. Your heart rate picked up as you knew where this was heading. His hands slid across your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs now on either side of him. You moaned lightly as his fingers dug into your hips, his own slowly being lifted to grind against your warmth. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his kisses started to trail down to your neck, making sure to suck and nip at your skin whenever he could. He had been waiting so long to feel you and now he wanted to enjoy every moment. His fingers went up to the hem of your shirt and he tugged it off you before swiftly undoing your bra. His mouth was on your boob in a second, his tongue circling your nipple and you softly pulled at his hair. His hand worked on your other and you were feeling a whole new kind of pleasure.

You felt his hips involuntarily buck against you, sending electrical waves through your body. You wanted him now but you were too nervous to tell him that you were actually a virgin. His hands and mouth released your boobs and his mouth found its way back to yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to your shorts and he undid the button, taking it all off. He then moved to his own belt and jeans while you pulled his shirt off. Now both of you were practically naked, the only thing keeping him from thrusting into you was his boxers. You looked down at the outline of his cock through his boxers and you began to feel nervous. Everything was moving so fast and you had to tell him now, he needed to know so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you. But if you told him he might stop this all together. You were so indecisive but you made up your mind when he took your hand and placed it on his bulge, helping you to massage it through the fabric.

“Daryl-” you said, breaking away from the kiss. His mouth immediately moved to your shoulders as he lightly bit down. “Daryl” you repeated yourself, almost forgetting why you were calling him from the pleasure.

“Mhmm?” he growled, his voice tight from pleasure.

“I need to tell you something” you whispered, making Daryl look up at you with innocent eyes. “I’m a virgin” you said, not knowing whether to regret saying it or not.

“Sorry, I came on too strong-” he started, moving you off his lap and going to stand up.

“Wait!” you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “I want this” you pleaded, begging him to stay. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you Daryl” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

His kiss was stiff at first, but when he understood that this was what you really wanted he relaxed and his tongue danced around with yours. He placed an arm on your lower back and brought you lower down on the sofa, his body hovering over yours. Your kiss was passionate and heated, both of you needed the other and that couldn’t be clearer by the way you two were touching. The time had come as Daryl pulled off his boxers, the size of him intimidating you. You looked down at him with worried eyes but he kissed your forehead, reassuring you that it would be okay. You had heard from previous friends that the first time always hurts, and that’s what you were worried about.

Daryl slid his tip along your slits, making you forget about any disconcerting thoughts you had. He collected up your juices and he dropped onto his left elbow as he slowly pushed his tip in, pausing to let you adjust. Daryl squeezed his hand into a fist and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You felt so tight around him that it was taking all his willpower to not ram into you right now. You wrapped your arm around his neck and placed a hand on his arm. He saw you were okay and took this as a sign to continue. He pushed himself in as slowly as he could, letting out breaths that he was holding in every time the pleasure got too much. You shut your eyes as he stretched you out, making you feel more pain than pleasure. You tried not to let out any sounds, you didn’t want him to think he was hurting you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deep from arousal but filled with concern. He was in all the way and he stayed still to let you fully adjust to his size.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little painful” you whispered, giving him a smile to show it wasn’t all that bad.

“I’m sorry” he said, feeling bad for putting you through this pain.

“It’s not your fault your such a big boy” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Don’t talk dirty to me now princess, I might not be able to hold back” he smiled down at you and you giggled at his little nickname for you. Your faces turned serious again as Daryl started to move out of you, it was still a little painful but you had to go through it. The first couple of movements burned you, but after a while you had adjusted to his size and the pain began to diminish.

You let out a low moan when Daryl accidentally bucked his hips into you, barely able to contain himself. “Shit, sorry” he said, his hand caressing your face.

“Don’t be, it felt good” you said, arching your back a little as Daryl snapped into you again.

After a while he started to understand how you liked it and he knew what spot was your favourite. He lifted up one of your legs and you groaned at the different angle, allowing you to feel him fully. You felt a new sensation as he began to rock into you harder, his hip bones hitting against you in just the right way. You were both enjoying yourselves now, if Daryl’s lips weren’t on yours then they were on your neck, making harsh grunting noises as he slammed into you.

You never thought sex would feel this good, but with every thrust Daryl was pushing in an immense amount of pleasure. An unfamiliar feeling grew in your stomach, it was a mixture of heat and electrical shocks building up inside of you and shooting through your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Daryl could feel your walls tighten around him. Your eyes hazed over and you swore you saw angels above you. You grabbed onto Daryl’s shoulders and dug your nails into them as you moaned out in pleasure, setting Daryl off. He quickly pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he leaned forward and cummed on your stomach. Your breathing was heavy as you looked down at him spilling himself onto you, making the experience more pleasurable.

Daryl collapsed onto the floor and he brought his hand to his head, trying to cool himself down. That was the best sex he’d had in ages. You leaned up on your elbows and grabbed your vest, using it to wipe off his mess from you.

“Sorry about that” he said, pointing at the vest you had thrown onto the floor.

You both came down from your highs and Daryl sat up, starting to change. “You’re leaving?” you asked, sad the exchange was over.

“I can’t risk being caught sneaking out of here in the morning” he said, sad he had to leave. He brought over a cover that sat on the arm chair and he spread it out across your body, covering you up and tucking you in. “You might be a lil’ sore tomorrow” he said, warning you about the after pain.

“It’ll be worth it” you smiled.

He kissed your lips before heading to the door and leaving the house. You wanted to relive what just happened but your mind and body craved sleep. As much as sex was great, it was tiring. You closed your eyes and thought of Daryl before falling asleep until tomorrow.
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There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.