when i get bored i make things

anonymous asked:

I feel like time-travel fix-it fics have a potential for horror that not many people exploit. Like, so many little things could cause a timeline to spiral and I love how your work explores the what ifs.

Tbh I get bored almost instantly with time-travel fics that just do the paint-by-numbers, follow-the-original-plot thing, because there’s just…no point? Small changes that avalanche into big differences make me so happy, and they’re a lot of fun to write, because small things really do make a big difference when humans are involved. At one point, I want to write a fic where a villain travels back as well and everything goes off the rails, because that seems like it could be even more fun. 

Dean is straight and if you’re offended by that you need therapy.

Do you ever get bored of the ‘art is subjective’ argument when it comes to some things? (*coughs* including irrelevant interpretations of characters on TV) I do.

I mean, I’m an artist- as a proffession. I sell art, I make art, I spend a lot of time being quietly angry and sometimes it becomes a post on this blog- but most of the time it becomes art.

Now, as an artist I do believe that sometimes you make something and it’s beauty is what other people make of it. But sometimes you are ACTIVELY TRYING to tell a story, or push a message, and when that message doesn’t sink in, when it gets misinterpreted- it’s more than a little bit soul crushing, actually.

I know that in this day and age we have the Internet and that with it comes a wealth of hapless misinformation to fire at people in great quantities, should they tell us that we missed the point of something. I know we are incapable of hearing the truth to the point that we literally deny it and make something else up, while being completely righteously indignant when we think someone is a liar.

But the fact is, sunshines, when a show makes up a character that has fundamental things about him that are CANON. That is the only TRUTH you have to go on, and you can’t budge on it. If your headcanon doesn’t have support you are just WRONG. Wrongness is actually something that still exists in 2017, no matter how much your internet safespace would try to persuade you otherwise.

I am not being a bully to say that Dean Winchester is straight. I am not being a biphobe (I can’t even believe I have to say that).

Dean Winchester is canonically straight. There is nothing offensive about that fact. Might be a little bit inconvenient for a lot of fanfic but there ya go- that’s why fanfic is a thing.

In your fanfics he can be anything you want him to be. He can be a freaking unicorn for all I care. You could headcanon that all you want and you know- you might even be able to back it up with whatever flimsy little nugget you can and it won’t make it canon.

The problem with the world in general now, actually, is that people have forgotten that it shouldn’t be called 'offensive’ or 'confrontational’ to state a fucking fact.

I mean, soon there will be no point in education will there? If people are more determined to argue for the validity of their interpretation than they are willing to accept a truth they don’t like, then what will even be the point in learning anything. They’ll only be like 'well I interpret it as this’ - well you go ahead and do that Sharon- you’ll still be wrong.

Funnily enough- what about the 'when someone says no’ argument under Tumblr logic.

Imagine trying to turn a Heller down if they fancied you. They would find it really offensive and triggering that you didn’t want to make out with them and they would tell everyone that you were hateful because you forced your hurtful 'opinion’ of not wanting to make out with them onto them. 'No’ is just your opinion, the same as Dean’s “I don’t swing that way” is just his opinion.

It’s not a fact.

What the fuck kind of reality are we living in honestly?

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

Introduction: Hi! I’m Annie, I recently graduated as valedictorian of a class of almost 700, and I’m about to be a freshman at Johns Hopkins (go blue jays!!). High school was some of the best and worst moments of my life, and looking back, there are so many things that I wish I’d done and things that made me successful, so I wanted to share them! Of course, disclaimer, these tips may not apply to everyone!

(These tips generally apply to all classes, but if you have a specific subject you want tips on, I’ve taken these AP courses: european history, world history, us gov’t, macroeconomics, lang, lit, calc ab, chemistry, physics 1, physics c, environmental science, art: drawing, biology, human geography, chinese, and art history. Feel free to message me!)

College applications are a crapshoot- I can’t begin to tell you the number of incredible, brilliant people with extraordinary, international level achievements that got denied at top schools in favor of those lacking those accomplishments. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean those who got in don’t have qualities that earned them a spot, it just speaks to the unpredictable nature of the college application process. When deans of admission at top schools openly say they could reject all admitted students and build the same exemplary class from the waitlist, or that they have enough qualified applicants to fill 3 or 4 classes with, there’s a certain amount of luck involved. Therefore I urge all rising seniors to go into this process realizing that the odds are not in your favor. I went into the process with too much blind hope, too confident in my ability to be that lucky 1 in 10 (or less) that would gain admission, and I was sorely disappointed. So that leads me to my next tip…

Don’t do things just for your college application- Those slim acceptance rates are the exact reason I urge you not to join things solely for how good they look on a college application. It seems counterintuitive; wouldn’t they give you a better chance of acceptance? However, my point is not to dissuade you from extracurriculars, but rather to commit to ones that genuinely make you happy. As I wrote above, the process is so competitive that even international achievements may mean rejection, so don’t waste your high school experience by dedicating so much time and effort to something that you feel obligated to do.

Try everything your freshman and sophomore year- My biggest regret is not joining clubs where my passions lie simply because I was too lazy or scared of things like public speaking my freshman year. It’s much more intimidating to join as upperclassmen, and you may not be able to participate at all the levels/in all the ways people who have dedicated 3-4 years can. Even if you don’t think its for you (like debate for me because of my fear of public speaking), I urge you to expand your horizons and push yourself out of your comfort zone. Many clubs give you great opportunities to build leadership, public speaking, etc. skills and to find your passions.

Know both sides of the flashcard- I learned this tip from my organic chemistry class, and I’d never though about how useful it is. For example, if you’re memorizing polyatomic ions, it’s extremely important that you know both the formula and the name, as either version may show up on the exam. Not doing this also makes the weaknesses in your memorization evident- whenever I study vocab, I tend to glance at the side with the term and only memorize the definition. This meant that when I was given only the definitions, I couldn’t remember the word they defined, because I was so used to being given the vocab word and responding with the definition. 

The first lecture of the unit is one of the most important for STEM classes- I know the beginning of the unit can often seem like the perfect time to tune out, as it goes over information you’ve previously learned or the easiest material of the topic, but it often forms the foundation for everything else in the unit. For example, the first lecture on a stoichiometry unit will probably teach you dimensional analysis, a skill integral to calculating molecular or empirical formulas, moles or grams of a substance, etc. 

Buy/sell books secondhand- Everyone knows how expensive college textbooks are, but between SAT and AP prep books, and books for English, high school books can cost quite a bit of money too. Unless they redesigned the exam recently, you absolutely don’t need the newest edition of the review book, so buy from upperclassmen and then sell it to underclassmen the following year.

Learn to self study- Unless you’re really lucky, you’re guaranteed to have a teacher who doesn’t teach, teaches badly, or whose teaching style just doesn’t work for you. Personally, I find that self learning, especially if I’m struggling because resources such as textbooks and online explanations, and videos seem to contradict, really helps me understand the topic throughly. In AP bio, my teacher had us create claymation videos on the processes of cellular respiration and photosynthesis independently. It was incredibly frustrating and confusing because all the resources described the cycles in varying degrees of details, but I felt like I genuinely understood the topic, instead of having been spoon-fed the information and memorizing it. Obviously, this method isn’t very efficient for frequent use, but the key is to try to understand the material independently instead of going to the teacher the moment you hit a snag. 

Keep your backpack/binders/notebooks reasonably organized- When teachers ask for homework to be passed up and you have to dig through mountains of papers in your backpack, not only is that super stressful, but a lot of teachers won’t let you turn it in after they have already collected all the papers. I was definitely guilty of being lazy and just stuffing papers, once I got them, into my backpack instead of taking a few seconds to slide them into a binder, and as a result I got 0s on lots of homework because either I couldn’t find it at the time or because everything was so messy I didn’t remember there was homework. Try to have some sort of organization system going on or at least a homework folder, because those 0s add up and can be the difference between an 89 and 90. 

You’re gonna get senioritis, badly, and that’s ok- I’ve always been the type of person who did every homework assignment and was very focused on grades, so the idea that I would completely let myself ago seemed absurd to me. Don’t underestimate what senior year does to you. I can honestly count on one hand the econ worksheets that I actually turned in during senior year, and I made my first B in a grading period during the spring. I was very stressed about how awful my grades were, but unable to muster the energy to do anything about it. And you know what, it’s ok. It’s senior year, you can give yourself a break. Yes, your senior grades are still important for college applications, so don’t go from straight A’s to straight C’s, but for the most part, all the hard work is behind you. Do keep in mind that these habits may haunt you when you’re a college freshman. I haven’t started classes yet, but based on how little I studied for the math placement exam for my college, senioitis doesn’t magically end when you graduate, so don’t let it get completely out of control during the year. 

Learn how to do math without a calculator- If you take either of the AP Calculuses or the SAT, you need to master this skill because there are sections of the exams that are strictly non-calculator.  Beyond that, when you get to calculus, you’ll be introduced to complicated concepts, where not being able to multiply by hand will drag you down. 

Keep old notes- Not only for finals, but some topics are very interdisciplinary, like biochemistry, so it’s very important that you have a working knowledge of both biology and chemistry. As you take advanced classes, such as for me, taking physics c after physics 1, it will be assumed that you have completely mastered the basics, and they will be skipped or referenced very quickly. It is very useful to look at notes on the basics, which provide the foundation for the advanced material you learn. 

Invest in a whiteboard- Whenever I was learning about processes or cycles, from the Krebs cycle to organic chemistry mechanisms, it was really useful to practice drawing the steps over and over again. Then when it came to the test, I could do a brain dump and draw out the information as a reference. 

Understand formulas instead of blindly memorizing- This basically has physics and calculus written all over it. In physics, you should be given formula charts during exams, and in any case, something like F=ma isn’t terribly hard to memorize. The problem comes when there are a multitude of formulas that are derived from one of the fundamental equations. Of course, deriving from scratch each time is incredibly tedious, but I want to dissuade you from simply memorizing it or storing it on your calculator, because that means you probably don’t understand the physics behind it. What makes physics so difficult and different from any other subject you’ve taken is that every problem will have a slightly different scenario that tests your understanding of the physics behind it. 

Use all the time given to you during tests- I know I hate looking back through my test because I just get so bored halfway through, but missing points because of silly mistakes is honestly the most frustrating thing ever when you had plenty of time to check. Depending on if I have time, I like to cover my original work and resolve the question. If checking answers is not your thing, try slowing now when you first see each question, and checking your work briefly each step. 

Form study groups- Talking about something, especially teaching it to someone, always helped me remember something so much better than reading it on paper. It’s also so important to have second interpretations of the information you’re studying to ensure that you don’t make a huge misconception.  

AP students: released/practice exams are your best friend- Obviously, they’re the best resources for studying for the AP exam, but they’re also a great tool for a hint at what your teacher’s tests may look like. AP teachers have access to tons of College Board material and will often use questions directly from old exams. 

If you start getting confused during a lecture- Many times this is because I didn’t pay attention during the very beginning, so I’m missing that important foundation I talked about in the previous tip. Of course, I typically wouldn’t recommend doing things other than listening to what is currently being taught, but in this case, I would just get more confused and it’s a waste of time. So I discretely go back to my previous notes and focus on understanding them. 

The most stressful part of schoolwork is just thinking about your assignments- There’s always specific period of time that threatens to kill me- a week where I had two competitions simultaneously, in cities 3 hours apart. When you’re taking 7 AP classes at the same time, just reading over your to-do list will make you want to cry. Even on a normal day, as I go to classes throughout the day and my list of homework gets longer and longer, it makes me so stressed to where I’m planning out how to finish everything and I’m no longer listening in class. It overwhelmed me so much that I just wanted to take a nap and avoid school. But every single time, stressing about the work I have is 1000x worse than sitting down and actually going through each task. I find that what had seemed impossible before was very doable, and many times I even finished early enough to relax before bed. Keep a positive mindset, don’t underestimate your abilities, and have the discipline to start working immediately on the hardest days, and you’ll be fine. Of course, this doesn’t mean that the workload that is able to be handled by one person can work for another, and things like mental illnesses are things I have no experience in, so this is definitely just something that worked for me and is not applicable to everyone. 


Best of luck with high school! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!

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Activities for Different Energy Levels

I have been in a low-energy state so frequently lately that I feel like I’m accomplishing nothing and contributing nothing to my life or anyone else’s. To try to combat this, I made a list of things I like to do (or don’t hate doing) that can help me get through a day. The less time you waste trying to decide what to do with your time, the better, because that shit is so exhausting.

I felt like I’d share this in case anyone wants some ideas for when you feel totally overwhelmed, exhausted, bored, and frustrated. Here goes!

Low Energy

▪ Listen to audiobooks or podcasts
▪ Edit photos on apps like pixlr or instagram
▪ Look up and bookmark some recipes you’d like to make soon
▪ Play guitar, laying down if needed
▪ Research or plan out future volunteering
▪ Read about meditation from a book or article
▪ Research or plan out steps needed to do a future DIY or art project
▪ Do some light stretching while laying down or sitting
▪ Do some basic chair yoga or tai chi while following an instructional YouTube video
▪ Bookmark new resources for managing symptoms
▪ Make lists or draw diagrams of things you’re interested in
▪ Watch a Ted Talk or informative video
▪ Read using a kindle or book
▪ Scan through previously bookmarked resources
▪ Watch YouTube videos you’ve marked as “Watch Later" 


Medium Energy

▪ Build a model from a kit or printed paper template
▪ Socialize via text or online social media
▪ Research future volunteering opportunities or Return to Work programs
▪ Organize, rearrange, tidy up a section of your personal area 
▪ Make plans for later this week or next week
▪ Manage medication: call doctors, pharmacy. Refill your pill calendar.
▪ Install updates on your computer
▪ Take a long, hot shower. Use nice soap.
▪ Filing: sort your papers into their folders.
▪ Spend some time with a pet, cuddle.

High Energy

▪ Socialize in-person
▪ Learn something new: languages, coding, coping techniques, art, new music, DIY projects.
▪ Cook something healthy for today or for the week.
▪ Creative projects: start one and do your best to finish it.
▪ Plan something and execute it, no matter how small. Bonus points if there is a tangible proof of accomplishment like a model or painting or a song you learned.
▪ Go walk around the mall or Target. Doesn’t matter where, you don’t have to buy anything, just get out of the house and walk a little.

Peter parker Relationship Headcanons

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

  • This boy, my god. He is just too damn adorable to handle
  • He’ll blush when you just simply hold hands, and don’t kid me started about how red he’d be if you kissed in public
  • He appreciates so so much. He seriously can’ believe someone like you would date him. Even if he is Spider-Man.
  • And all he can see is perfection when he sees you.
  • When you first start dating, he follows you almost everywhere, and offers to help you out with everything.
  • It was super sweet until suddenly he was doing everything, and you had to tell him you can do things for yourself.
  • he felt horrible, but all you had to do was give him a peck and tell him he’s amazing.
  • He stares at you all the time, since he thinks it not as creepy if you’re dating
  • If you stare at him for even a second he gets flustered af
  • It’s the cutest thing in the world, so you kind of make it a goal to compliment him or stare whenever you can.
  • Playing with his hair when your bored (Which he loves, and wishes you would do it more, since it’s so calming.)
  • You love dropping by his place randomly so you can cuddle and watch any nerdy movie on Netflix you can find
  • And you two try to make popcorn every time but it either ends up half cooked or burned,
  • He’s the first one to fall asleep during movies, but you don’t mind.
  • I Like you’s” that really mean ‘i love you,
  • A relationship with Peter is just super genuine and caring, just like he is. 

It’s crazy to me that there are people who leave a fandom or stop following a group after a comeback because they didn’t like the new concept. To me that’s part of what makes kpop so fun; the mystery of “what’s going to be next?” I love it when groups switch it up and try new things and experiment. Yeah there are certain concepts I like more than others but the same old thing gets boring after a while and I’d rather not see my faves stagnating by doing the same shit over and over again

Traffic lights are killing kink fic

Dramatic title, but this rant has been building for some time and I need to get it off my chest. Friends, fellows, lovely fic writers: kink fic in fandom lately sounds like someone is reciting a How To BDSM 101 manual and it’s really starting to grind my gears.

It seems lately that, more often than not, any fic I open with even the teeniest bit of kink spends about half the fic being excruciatingly boring and samey about making sure everyone is on the same page when it comes to consent and who is spanking who in bed. As an Actual Real Live Kinky Person, let me tell you about some things that are seriously pissing me off.

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[TRANS] ‘Seventeen’ Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Interview (P2)

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KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

Currently on tour, BTS’ popularity has crossed borders and is spreading around the world!

RAP MONSTER: We came to many countries but Brazil left the most impression on me. I learned for the first that through the local news that they set up tents and stayed outside the concert venue few days ahead to buy our concert tickets.
JIMIN: I was really surprised!
SUGA: We travel around the world but mostly we just stay inside the hotel. I use the remaining time to make music there. That’s why I always carry around music equipment.
RAP MONSTER: You have a pot too. (laughs) He uses an electric pot to boil water and cook ramyeon or instant food he brought from Korea to eat.
J-HOPE: It’s really important. I bring a pillow too. It’s not too firm or too soft and fits my neck perfectly. I don’t have to worry even if the hotel’s pillow doesn’t fit!
JIN: I play guitar which I’m into lately in the hotel. We all do what each of us wants.
V: I bring my favorite book of Gogh and read it.
JUNGKOOK: I’m listening to music on my speaker… But the other members often scold me.
V: They said it’s too noisy. (laughs)
J-HOPE: When we say so he lowers the volume. (laughs) One time Rap Monster scolded him and he turned the volume down, but he couldn’t hear the sound like that so he brought the speaker to his ears to listen. I laughed and asked if he did all of that so he could listen on speaker.
JUNGKOOK: I told you the sound is different!
RAP MONSTER: What does Jimin bring?
JIMIN: I don’t bring anything special. Bringing myself is enough ♡

The real side of each person only the members know.

JIMIN: Our leader Rap Monster-hyung is a clumsy “destruction god”. Not just breaking stuffs, he also loses his phone time to time, tripping when there’s nothing around, or spilling coffee and stain Jin-hyung’s shirt… It happens a lot. (laughs)
SUGA: But he’s really smart. He’s got an excellent language ability and he’s the best at Japanese.
RAP MONSTER: I’m embarrassed~
V: J-hope is the dance leader, he dances the best. He’s also reliable and takes care of us well.
J-HOPE: I’m just doing my job.
JUNGKOOK: Are you being humble? (laughs)
J-HOPE: I’m serious. (laughs)
RAP MONSTER: Jin-hyung - the matnae* - takes care of us well too. He likes food so he cooks for us at the dorm or…
JIN: I’m busy recently so I can’t cook at all. I’m not eating a lot for my diet too.
SUGA: He shares a room with me. I hate when it’s loud so he always stays quiet for my sake. I like quietness and hate when there are too many people.
RAP MONSTER: He suddenly talks about himself when we’re talking about other members. Suga-hyung is really “mypace”**. And he’s always spaced out and lethargic. (laughs)
SUGA: I’m lethargic because I need to prepare my energy for music. Told you it all has a meaning! Jimin is “Slow Jimin”, this one word is enough. J-hope is the fastest and Jimin is the slowest. That’s the daily life of BTS.
JIN: But Jimin works harder than anyone else. He always dances or sings in the waiting room
RAP MONSTER: Is it the result of his effort? He has a cute face and great muscles.
SUGA: But… He’s always late.
ALL: (laugh)
JIMIN: Let’s talk about V next.
JUNGKOOK: He really is an amazing person.
V: I’m not amazing~
JUNGKOOK: He says that but he’s really amazing. (laughs) He talks out of the topic or question, even when everyone else is all “?”, he ignores and continues. And he forcefully makes everyone understand him.
V: I’m working hard on talking to the point too! But what can I do when I can’t think of anything? It’s hard for me too!
J-HOPE: I didn’t know that. (laughs) Our maknae Jungkook, as you can see, he’s perfectly handsome.
V: Is he always handsome like that? Hmh, is he…? When he sleeps… (giggles)
JUNGKOOK: What? (nervous)
J-HOPE: Nothing, you’re handsome when you seep too. It’s okay. (laughs)

*matnae: mathyung (eldest hyung) + maknae
**mypace: living or doing things without being affected by other people’s opinions or actions

The never-ending chatter of men! The close-knitted 7 people. When asked “What boosts your mood up?”, nearly all of them answered “The members”.

JIN: Sometimes we need to go work on our own… I indeed gets bored. It’s the same when we film individual cuts for music videos, if the members aren’t around I feel lonely.
JIMIN: The one who boosts my mood up is our maknae Jungkook. He’s mischievous so he always makes us laugh. But Jungkook said he likes tasty food more than me…
JUNGKOOK: Tasty food makes me happy ♡ If there’s food in front of me, I would take a bite out of happiness. Even if I’m full, it’s fine. I’ll get hungry soon after I sleep for a bit. I can keep eating all the time. (laughs)

For the question “What do you want to have at the moment?”, the answers of these 7 people who are busy everyday are!

RAP MONSTER: Time. I want to have some time with my family. I want to travel with my family. We had a concert in Japan last year and my parents along with my sister went on a trip. I couldn’t go with them… I was really upset.
J-HOPE: I have never had a family trip before too. I want to travel with my family!
JUNGKOOK: I want to travel too. To America or Japan. Who do I want to go with? (glances at J-hope sitting beside) J-hope-hyung ♡
J-HOPE: Wow! I’m happy! Jungkook finally knew how to live in life. (laughs)
V: I want to have time too, but I want to have paintings more. I like Gogh the most. There are around 10 paintings in my room.
JUNGKOOK: Are they real?
J-HOPE: If those are real they would cost hundreds of millions. (laughs)
JIN: I want to have an island. I filmed on some island last time and they said it can be bought with 30 billion.
RAP MONSTER: You don’t need to buy an island. We’re going to Hawaii or Okinawa anyway. (laughs) Oh snap, it’s time to end the interview! Let’s greet properly for the ending.
SUGA: Please listen to our single “Blood, Sweat & Tears” a lot and look forward to our Japan tour too. Please give BTS a lot of love!
RAP MONSTER: Our hearts are always… Seventeen ♡

P1

Dabi working at McDonald’s headcanons 

  • hates this uniform and hates this job
  • the first thing he said when he walked through the door on his first day was “where’s the clown”
  • says “oooops” everytime he drops the meat
  • “my bad” he says as he picks it from the floor and puts it back in the hamburger
  • when people try to pay with too many coins he says “I don’t know math so you’re gonna have to count all that on your own”
  • they change their mind every single time
  • walks to his coworkers who were already working there before him and tells them “from what animal does this meat come from. you can trust me I’ve probably eaten worse things”
  • yells a soft and steady “aaaaaaah” through the mic when he gets bored 
  • “our french fries are not even french”
  • when someone asks for an ice cream he makes sure to heat it enough that it’ll melt the moment they try to eat it
  • “it wasn’t melting when I gave it to you also don’t know what refund means good luck next time”
  • when he has to go make sure that kids aren’t going crazy in the playpen he just casually sneaks in like
  • “how you doin’ here you gremlins”
  • “how old are you? five? when I was your age I was already six”
  • when someone says that they want to speak to the manager he just says “the manager is dead”
  • if they insist he actually calls the manager who goes “Dabi…” the moment he sees what the situation is
  • Dabi is like “hey Bob”
  • the only reason why he doesn’t get fired is because during his job interview he said that the reason why he wanted the job was to keep his mind focused in something that wasn’t mass murder
  • “I would like a milkshake” “they fucking suck but sure why not we all have to die of something”

I get that a lot of people really like the “we need to consider the consequences of science” theme in fiction, and I do as well. 

However, I get very uncomfortable that innovation that can be twisted into something evil, must necessarily and inherently be evil. 

Fitz did not create The Framework. He created a Virtual Reality training exercise, in order to help train new agents without anyone getting hurt. (Which, as far as I recall, was an approved and sanctioned SHIELD project that Jemma knew about and liked.) And we currently have Virtual Reality technology that exists in our world, and as I understand people are using it for all kinds of really good things:

  • helping terminal patients get to do things on their bucket list
  • help people terrified of flying disconnect from the world 
  • create beautiful fictional worlds for people to immerse themselves in as a way to enjoy their time (just a step above 3D movies??)
  • possibly teaching first responders how to deal with really traumatic situations

And those are just current applications that people are trying to improve and develop. There are TONS more applications that involve HELPING and improving people’s lives. Because you can potentially create an evil Matrix with virtual reality doesn’t mean the technology is inherently evil. 

If I recall correctly, Fitz’ job in SHIELD is to keep creating things that protect SHIELD agents and improve the way that SHIELD runs. Nobody complains about the containment module he created to help protect Inhumans? Or any of the other countless things he’s invented to help SHIELD? (Even though I’m certain if someone thought hard enough, they would be able to find an evil version of all of those.) The reason Radcliffe was able to build AIDA is because Fitz developed a realistic prosthetic hand for Coulson to improve his life. Should he not have done that? 

Yes, of course, it’s important to consider the consequences of the technology you create. But blaming a character for having someone else completely make a new, evil version of their technology with a mystical evil book that didn’t exist when the character made that technology is a bit far-fetched. 

Manic pixie dream girl says, ‘have you heard this record?’ Manic pixie dream girl says let me save you with this record. Let me put the headphones on for you, and smile, while you listen; cut to your point of view, watch me smile while you listen. Hear that? That’s the sound of you becoming a better person.

I’m gonna paint a picture of a bird on your beige wall without your permission and you’re gonna love it. And you thought you hated birds. See me? Encouraging you to take risks? Manic pixie dream girl wants you to do something you’ve never done before. Like go swing-dancing, or smile. You wanna know my name? You never call me by it anyway. If I had to guess, it would probably be a season, or after a dead actress who you loved as a child.

But this isn’t about me! This is about you, and your cubicle job, your white bedroom, your white Honda, your white mother. Manic pixie dream girl says I’m going to save you. Says, don’t worry, you are still the lead role. This is your love story about the way I teach you to live. Everything they know about me they will learn when it is projected onto you, watch the way you pick up my bad habits and make them look good. Manic pixie dream girl talks too much. Says bad words out loud and cries at the commercials. That makes me a funny woman, right? The kind people like to laugh at? It’s easy to root for you when I act like this, so disagreeable, such a manic dream, dream girl, your almost broken accessory.

Manic pixie dream girls says let’s play make believe with my body. I’ll be a vintage dress in an empty prescription bottle, good girl, just bad enough, a burp and a curtsy. Let me be not too pretty, hair fried from all that pink dye, sex when you need it, puppet when you’re bored. Let me build myself smaller than you, let me apologize when I get caught acting bigger than you. Let me always wait for this, let me work for this.

The convenient thing about being a magical woman is that I can be gone as quickly as I came. And when you are a whole person for the first time, the movie is over. Manic pixie dream girl doesn’t go on; there’s no need for her anymore. Manic pixie dream girl is too dream girl, and you just woke up. Once, I told you I was afraid of my father, and for a moment, I looked so human, the audience lost interest. You saw the crow’s feet at the sides of my eyes and a small chip on my front tooth. I looked just like everyone else.

—  Olivia Gatwood, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” (a transcript)

In honor of Harry’s big day, I wanted to share this cute Harry story with everyone. It’s kind of long, and I’m sorry if I bore you with the detail, but the detail is what makes it interesting, IMO - so I hope you read the whole thing. 

Back in 2014 , my boyfriend, Jesse, was working as a special events media coordinator for a very large and popular venue in London. This was a cool thing because he often would get to meet the talent. He’s met a bunch of different people along the way which of course included, One Direction. 

I had just met Jesse in the early part of 2014 so we weren’t dating yet when 1D was in town. I wasn’t a 1D fan either, so when he told me about it I didn’t really care. It was only after I saw Harry on SNL later that year (I think it was December) that I actually was fuming with envy that Jesse got to meet him.  

Before the 1D show, Jesse first spotted Harry from a distance. He was walking down the hallway and peeked in to one of the dressing rooms only to see a long-limbed “skinny kid” lying on the sofa, with a woman standing over him with her hand on his forehead, as if she were gauging his temperature. Jesse didn’t know who the woman was or who the kid was (he couldn’t see because his face was turned toward the back of the couch). Anyway, the woman spotted Jesse walking by and waived at him to hold up a minute because she wanted to talk to him. She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her so she could talk to Jess in the hallway. She introduced herself (yes, you probably already guessed it was Lou Teasedale) and explained that H wasn’t feeling well and wondered if there were any blankets around, but she asked that he keep the news to himself - rather than getting someone else to find the stuff and bring it to them. Jesse, of course, was happy to provide whatever was needed (because he’s like that) and he scurried off to get it (even though this really wasn’t his job, he was happy to help and he liked the “spy stuff” about keeping it quiet).. 

When he brought the juice and blanket back to the room, Harry’s eyes flew open and he smiled, Lou introduced Harry to Jesse, except when she said his name, Harry got it wrong and thought she said Jeffrey. Harry said,  “Hi Jeffrey, thanks”.  Jesse, of course, didn’t have the heart to correct him, so he just smiled and nodded and waived and told him he hoped he’d feel better before the show. Harry gave him a thumbs up and said “thanks, you too” (LOL) and Lou smiled and hugged Jesse and thanked him, then Jesse left the room.

He assumed this was the first and only interaction he’d have with Harry, but lo and behold, it wasn’t. 

About two hours later, a completely revived Harry was bouncing around in one of the media rooms where 1D was meeting some photographers and some fans for a meet and greet type of thing. He was clearly feeling much better and had a huge cup of coffee in his hand while he was smiling and laughing and talking. 

Anyway, being that he’s Harry, he spotted “Jeffrey” across the room and walked over to him, shook his hand and thanked him again. Jesse asked him how he was doing, and Harry said he was fine he’d been struggling with hay fever but he was feeling better after  his inhaler and an hour under a humidifier mask (not sure what that is, but…ok). 

Someone  else called to Jesse from across the room, and it was only then that Harry realized he had his name wrong, that he wasn’t “Jeffrey”, he was Jesse. So Harry was embarrassed and shook his hand again and RE-INTRODUCED himself to Jesse. LOL, So they chuckled about it for a little bit and Jesse said Harry was really sweet and polite and funny. They chatted about what Jesse had done before this job and they ended up talking about a motorcycle museum that Jesse used to work at and Harry was thrilled, so they chatted about that for a little bit. 

Then Harry finally went off to do his thing and Jesse never saw him again, but I always thought it was a neat story because it just reiterates what everyone always says about Harry. He’s sweet, funny, very down to earth and easy to talk to. Jesse was impressed with him (and he doesn’t impress easily), and their interaction has been something Jesse and I talk about once in a while. He likes to use it against me, because he’s an ass-hat, but our love of Harry Styles has become one of the many things Jesse and I have in common. He even knows I have a tumblr blog about him and he isn’t disturbed by it at all.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got - thanks for reading. 

【170620 Non-no magazine】SUGA’S PARTS

SUGA’s answers

Q1: Hobbies or things you’ve been into to spend your days off? 
A1: When I have days off, I want to do those so-called ‘ordinary’ things. Such as going to a cafe by myself, meeting up with friends. Having an ordinary daily life is very important to me. I won’t do anything special just because I’m on my days off. For me, spending my days off while relaxing is more important.

Q2: Tell us your preferences and tastes in fashion! 
A2: Rather than getting different types of clothes, I’m the type that if I like or love something, I’ll use it for a long time. Since debut, because of my job, I’ve been wearing a lot of expensive clothes and clothes that I like. But I want to become one that can have their own style even when wearing simple clothes, so now I just choose simple clothes. Also, I don’t like to expose so I wear long sleeves even in the summer. 

Q3: Your favorite scent?
A3: For cologne, I like sweet scents. Depending on my mood on that day, occasionally I’ll use a bit. But I haven’t finished using one bottle yet. Since I really like to drink coffee, it makes me feel calm when I smell the aroma of coffee. To me, coffee is like a substitute of water, it’s indispensable.

Q4: Any Japanese film, drama, manga or other works that you like?
A4: My all-time favorite manga is ‘Slam Dunk’! It’s my favorite so I read it over again and again, I’ve read it for over 100 times. Most of the anime that I’ve watched when I was little, are Japanese anime.

SUGA is…

From JIN: He’s interested in clothes, furnitures and miscellaneous goods, but when he’s shopping, he’ll only buy equipment that’s related to music. As his roommate, only I know about this, it’s my treasured information. ♪

From V: Recently, Suga hyung is really interested in Japanese. I’ve seen him studying Japanese diligently. Also, I feel that the things Suga hyung talks about and the atmosphere became more interesting than before (laughs).

「MUSIC」

Encountered rap around when I was in primary school and began to get involved in making music. I’m still active and continuing to produce music. For someone boring like me, the only thing I can do is to make music, it can’t be separated from me.   

「POSSIBILITY」

In the past I would look for answers either 0 or 100. For example, why do some people don’t like me? I worried about these things and I also showed my emotions on my face. But after I’ve accumulated a various of experiences, I could understand better about people’s sensitivity and values. I thought “people could have various of thoughts”, and I began to think that I want to open every possibility for myself.

「GRANDPA」

It’s a word that describes me (laughs). Since I rarely step forward (voluntarily), I’m discreet, quiet and I like to be alone. I don’t like to move around and I like to lie down.

Trans: KIMMYYANG
Scan: myheaven0624

JUNGKOOK

Office AU Headcanon: Peter Parker

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Requested: Yes

A/N: This is my first headcanon, so I hope I did okay? Not too sure how these things go. I changed it up a bit from what was requested, so hopefully they like it. Please let me know what you think, enjoy! 

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- Peter being an intern at Stark Tower

  • “Am I gonna help you with the suit, Mr. Stark?! O-Or the the Avengers suits? Oh! What abo-”
  • “No, you’re my assistant, meaning you don’t touch or bother me except for when I need something. ”
  • “Y-Yes, Mr. Stark, s-sir.

- He gets bored easily and starts making friends with some of the Avengers around the tower

  • Except for Sam
  • Sam doesn’t understand why a 15 year old is already interning
    • Shouldn’t he be in school??? *concerned parent sam*
  • Plus he’s full of energy in an office building and that doesn’t go too well

- He has a designated desk for himself (specifically away from anything that can be broken or messed with)

  • “T-This is for me? W-Wha-”
  • “It’s just a desk, chill out kid. Mind bringing me a cup of joe in like 20 minutes? I’ve got a meeting with a bunch of bozos and I’m going to need a pick me up.”
  • “O-Of course, Mr. Stark. I-I’ll get right on that!”

- But when he gets coffee for Tony, the rest of the Avengers hound him down for some too

  • “I’ll take a coffee with sugar and cream.” “I want a muffin, none of that whole grain shi-” “Latte with a pastry please!” “Just black coffee…” “Coffee with 6 shots of espresso, I need all the energy I can get!” and so on
  • Him hurriedly trying to write down their orders on a scratch piece of paper and stuffing it into his neat work pants
  • “O-Okay, I’ll be back s-soon!”

Peter literally sprinting to the nearest Starbucks and the line being obnoxiously long

  • *silent cry* “are you kidding me?!”
  • Carefully maneuvering through traffic with cases full of hot coffee and bags of food
  • Trips over a pothole on the road, but uses his spidey reflexes to catch everything, even the stacked napkins (not in plain sight of course, duh.)

- Managing to get back to the tower in a reasonable time with sweat glistening his forehead

  • “I-I’m back with your o-orders!”
  • breathless with a exasperated expression of nervousness and glee

- All the Avengers racing to get their hot coffees before everyone else

  • “A-Alright, I’ve got 8 c-coffees, 1 non-whole grain muffin, 4 pastries, 2 smoothies-”
  • They give Peter approving nods or slaps on the back in appreciation and for getting their orders correct. 
  • point for pete!

- Tony grabs his drink and thanks Peter

  • “Great work, kid!”
  • *incoherent excited noises*
  • “T-Thank you, Mr. Stark. I-I have a pretty good memory-”
  • “Well, you can put it to good use now, huh?”
  • “Yes, a-always, Mr. Star-”
  • “Just wait til the lunch rush, kid. Man, that’s where the true struggle begins.”
    • He manages to get past lunch with ease
    • “Man, I’m like a secretary… but for Tony Stark!”
    • That makes it a little better, right? riGht??

- Peter being overwhelmed by Tony letting him call him by his first name

  • ‘W-What should I do next, Mr. S-Stark?
  • “First off, Tony, call me Tony. Mr. Stark makes me feel like an old fart. Second, I need another refill, but this time make it one of those green smoothies.”
  • *incoherent Peter noises*
  • Does this mean he ‘trusts’ me ??
  • Omg omg omg omg
  • Am I dreaming? *pinch* Nope, no definitely not dreaming
  • “R-Right, of course Mr- I-I mean, Tony.”
    • The widest smile is plastered across his teenage face
    • Still ends up calling him Mr. Stark no matter how many times he’s reminded by Tony

- Peter sneaking around the tower when he has nothing to do

  • “Authorized personnel only… hmm, I wonder what’s in he-”
  • Tony spying on him with all the cameras around
  • “Kid, you know this place is rigged with cameras and I can see your every move?”
  • Red faced Peter trying to act all innocent
  • Psh, pfffft, y-yeah, I-I knew that. I was j-jus-”
  • “Go to your desk, underoos.”
  • “Sir yes sir!”

- Getting higher up in the internship to assist in scheduling things for the Avengers, like press, interviews, meetings, etc.

  • He never messes up times or dates
  • “Y-You’ve got a lunch with the mayor at noon, uh- a meeting with Bruce a-about the new machinery around four, and a press interview with Potts at 5:30. I-I did manage to squeeze a b-break in ther-”
  • “Well, shit. Aren’t you a scheduling wizard, kid.”
  • “T-Thank you, Mr. Stark. I-I try my best.”

- Peter being the first one there in the morning to make the place look nice and being the last one to leave

  • Tony lets him check out the lab before they leave for the day
  • “Woah, no way! T-This is so awesome, Mr. Stark!”
  • his eyes full of hope for his future there
  • “H-Hey, what’s this do?”
  • “DON’T TOUCH THA-”
  • “…o-oops”
  • *insert frustrated dad gif*

anonymous asked:

Saeran reacting to MC who is trying so hard to be sexy but feels inadequate so she starts something and drops it, embarrassed

~I’ll make this a little drabble, actually! Thank you so much for the request! 

[NSFW-ish] [SAERANxMC]


You played nervously with the lace of your new lingerie, waiting for Saeran to get home. Your heart beat faster with each passing minute and without realizing it you began to chew your bottom lip. 

Saeran had always been the one to initiate things, and lately you began to wonder if you were enough for him. You wouldn’t consider yourself sexy. Hell, half the time your bra and underwear didn’t even match. You didn’t own any lingerie. And in the bedroom you were more shy than anything. Hearing your friends talk about how they acted with their significant others only made you feel worse. What if he gets bored of me? 

So you lit some candles and bought this lace outfit which took you 20 minutes to figure out where all the damn strings were supposed to go as you put it on, and paced around waiting for him and hoping like hell you could do this. 

But when you heard the key in the front door, all of that courage you had built up and washed away in an instant. Without even thinking you ran to the closet last minute and closed the door behind you, crouching on the ground and hoping he hadn’t seen. 

“Are you trying to burn the place down? What’s with all the damn candles?” you heard him ask, followed by the familiar thud of his bag dropping to the ground. 

The door slid open and Saeran towered above you with a furrowed brow. 

“What are you doing down there, idiot?” his face flashed with shock when he realized what you were wearing, and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Don’t laugh, you jerk!” 

“I’m not laughing,” his features softened and he held his hand out, bringing you up to your feet, “what’s going on though? This isn’t like you,” he gestured to the lace you were wearing. 

“I was just trying-” you stopped and wrapped your arms to hide your midriff, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and unable to speak properly, “ I just…don’t want you to get bored of me or anything…” you looked away. 

You heard him sigh, and suddenly you felt yourself pushed against the wall, his hand gripping your wrist and holding it above your head. 

“Saeran!” you stuttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 

“This face right here, the one you make when you’re flustered and shy,” you felt his free hand trail up your side slowly, “it’s one of the sexiest things about you,” he whispered in your ear. 

He kissed you deeply, caressing your curves and pushing you further against the wall with his own body. His fingers teased at your skin, before settling on that spot between your neck and shoulder. 

“And the noise you make, when I kiss you here,” he brought his lips to that spot and bit down lightly before sucking. 

You squirmed in place, unable to control your moan for him. You could feel him smile against your skin before pulling away. His forehead met with yours, his hands gentle and loving as they cupped each side of your face. 

“How can you not realize how much you turn me on?” the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks, “you’re sexy in so many ways…I love everything about you…how could I ever be bored?” he looked into your eyes with all seriousness.

“Saeran,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more and feeling it grow deeper and deeper. 

He Touches Your Ass #1

Luke

He’s been doing it ever since you started your relationship, neither of you intend to take it anywhere else, it’s just casual. Luke will come down the stairs and walk down the hallway, seeing you standing at the counter doing whatever, thinking how good your ass looks in those jeans, and he’ll saunter in walking over to you, his hand sliding down your back and to your ass, you sigh with a small smile then look up at him. “What?” He asks innocently. “Nothing.” You shake your head, going back to what you were doing. “So, my mum wants us to go over next week, because apparently we haven’t seen everyone in a while, when we actually saw everyone last month.” Luke begins. “What day?” You ask. “Wednesday.” He says, his thumb going up and down on your ass. “Okay, looking forward to it.” You nod. “Cool, thank you, Ashton is coming over in a minute by the way.” Luke tells you and kisses your cheek, before squeezing your ass. “Love you.” He says like a school girl and walks away, you throwing a ‘love you too’ over your shoulder. Or he’ll do it when you’re walking down the hallway, and if he has socks on Luke will slide on the floor his hand connecting with your ass, “what’s for dinner tonight?” He asks. “Uh, I don’t know, take away?” You question. “This is one of the reasons I love you.” He says and slaps your ass lightly twice and walks away. He’ll never do it in public, only at home, or somewhere that is private.

Michael

Contrary to Luke, Michael would love to do it in public. You can guarantee he will do it every time you both go out, sometimes it’s to annoy you or it’s just by habit. You’re pushing the trolley, bent over looking at the shopping list, Michael will come back from getting some cereal a few aisles back, throwing it in the trolley as his hand becomes in touch with your ass. “Thank me later.” He says. “How do I do that?“  You raise an eyebrow. “I think you know.” He winks. “Get bent, Clifford.” You laugh and push his hand off you. “Oh, is this how we’re gonna play?” Michael questions. “Play what?” You ask as you turn down another aisle. “Babe, we’re married, you don’t have to play hard to get anymore.” Michael tells you. “I will hit you with this breadstick.” You threaten as you put it in the trolley. “You’ll hit me with Luke?” He asks and you just sigh, massaging your forehead. “Wow, your buns are a lot better than these buns.” He squeezes your ass and puts them in the trolley. “I want a divorce.” You claim. “If you do that, who will hold your ass as well as me?” He questions as he squeezes it. “I think it needs a rest from all the touching.” I inform. “Babe, just let it be, let’s the ass be, wait I’m gonna tweet that.” He gasps. “What #lettheassbe?” You question. “Yes! I’ll start a hashtag, great idea, this is why I married you.” He says. You shake your head and carry on shopping, going round the aisles with Michael on his phone, or occasionally losing him. “Oh, we forgot bananas, could you run and get some?” You ask Michael as you get to the check out. “I don’t know about running but sure. What do you need bananas for anyway?” He asks. “If you’re got around and I get lonely and bored, no, I’m making banana bread.” You joke as you load things on. “Do you really do that when I’m not around?” He questions. “No, I don’t stick fruit up my vagina, now go.” You turn him around and push him into the right direction. “I’m back, I know I’m the best husband ever, you can make it up to me later.” Michael comes back a minute later, his hand making contact with your ass. “Thank you.” You smile and give him a kiss and pull out your card, ready to pay for all this. There’s been so many pictures fans have taken of you guys with Michael’s hand on your ass, and everybody teases him about it, but he loves it because he loves the playfulness of your relationship.

Calum

Calum is more laid back compared to the others so he’d be more casual, you would both be on the couch, watching a film or something, you’d be laying between his legs, your head rested on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Originally his hands started at your waist, just holding it, then they gradually started to go south, going down to the small of your back, his hands interlocking together to get a tighter grip, then as you repositioned yourself on top of him he slid his hands down, placing them right on top of your ass. You’re so used to it now that it doesn’t even affect you, you just snuggle deeper into him. “Did you take the trash out?” You ask, looking up at him. “Yeah.” He nods looking down at you. “Thanks.” You smile and give him a kiss. There’s casual Calum, there’s also annoying and teasing Calum. You’d be busy, taking the washing out the washing machine, when he’ll come up to you, with a hot but annoying smirk and squeeze your ass, making you groan and stand up straight. “Really, Calum?” You question. “What?” He asks. “I hate you.” You sigh and begin to walk away, only to be pulled back by your hips. “Do you really?” He whispers in your ear. “Most of the time.” You nod. “You sure about that baby girl?” He questions and runs his nose along your neck.  “Yeah.” You confirm and turn around so that you’re facing him. Calum’s hands go down to your ass, and winks at you as you give him an unimpressed look. “Love you.” He grins at you. “Love you too, Cal.” You reply in the same tone, before kissing his jaw. “I have an idea.” You propose. “Spill.” He urges. “Let me touch your ass.” You say. “No, we’ve gone over this, only I get to touch the asses in this relationship. Let me handle the ass.” He tells you. “You never support me in anything I want to do!” I exclaim and walk away from him.

Ashton

As opposed to the others, Ashton uses his ability as a boyfriend in a ‘useful’ way. He guides you around with a hand on your ass, you’re so used to it now that you barely notice it. You’ll be at an arena that the boys were playing at later on, you’re all going through all the twisty bendy halls, so you can get to the dressing room. You’re on your phone texting your mum about things, so you’re not really paying attension to anything other than your phone. As you turn the corner Ashton’s hand comes down to your ass, guiding you round the corner. “Normal couples hold hands, but Y/N and Ashton hold asses.” Michael says. “Get bent, Clifford.” You tell him, making the others laugh. “You guys are so disgusting.” Luke shakes his head. “It’s only because you’re single and bitter.” Ashton responds and guides you round the final corner, there’s only a long corridor until you get to the dressing room. “What and me being in a relationship will make seeing you guys be gross easier?” Luke questions. “You’d understand it more.” Ashton shrugs. “We’ve been together for 6 years now, shouldn’t you be used to it now?” You ask. “It doesn’t make it any less traumatizing.” Calum speaks up. “Shut up, we’re in love.” Ashton dramatically says as we enter into the dressing room. “Don’t we know it.” Michael sighs and sits down on the couch. Ashton and you smile at each other, then Ashton kisses your lips before going to the snack table.

12x10 coda

Sam had long since gone to bed and Dean had wandered off not long after, supposedly also calling it a night, but Cas is still sitting at the war room table, staring at Warsaw with infinite and indiscernible thoughts rushing through his mind. Sam and Dean’s words, their praise, their assurance, their gratitude, overlayed every shred of information coursing through him. It made his stomach warm, his chest swell. It made him feel so full he could hardly stand it.

But there was also the doubt.

Cas was so blinded by it. They’re only telling you what you want to hear so you won’t leave them. You’re a tool, Castiel, nothing more. Everything they touch is ruined, how are you any different? You’re their pet. They’re attack dog. You’re--

“Cas?”

Cas blinks and looks up to see Dean standing beside him, brows pinched into that worried expression that he gets that Cas doesn’t really understand.

“I said your name like ten times, man. What’s wrong?”

Cas shakes his head, sitting up a bit more in his chair. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Well, don’t hurt yourself.”

Cas rolls his eyes and looks down at his own hands clasped in his lap.

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anonymous asked:

How do you deal with self-doubt when studying? Like whenever I study and feel good after I always just think of how I'll probably fail anyway and that there was no point in studying that hard. I always just super nervous that I'm studying for nothing

Hi there. I get what you mean. Sometimes when things are overwhelming it is easier to think “why am I bothering?”. It is so important to remember that although studying can be boring, difficult, and overwhelming at times, it is for the best. You’re never “studying for nothing” so it is crucial for you to realise that every little bit you’re doing is helping - even if you don’t see it right away. Here are a couple of things that might help ease your mind:

  • stop making excuses and start doing - you’re probably in a cycle of wanting to do better but when it comes to actually trying, you’re either just lost or don’t feel like you can. Find small ways to be more productive - whether that be tidying up your desk, organising what you need to do, putting your work in order. If you get into a routine during each study session, you’ll find it a lot easier to stay motivated.
  • identify your doubts and learn to ease them - you’re going to be thinking “I can’t do this”, “I’m going to fail”, or “this is too hard” and that is totally understandable. Instead. you should think “I can’t do it yet but there is nothing stopping me from trying”, “if I fail, I’ll figure out why and try again”, or “I’m motivated to figure out this tricky thing”. If you can change your doubts around into positive opportunities to learn, you’ll be in a better mindset for studying. 
  • make an inspiring and positive work environment - if you’re sitting at a desk that doesn’t inspire you to work then you might find getting that extra motivation tricky. On your desk, you should have out things that will help you study like pens, post-it notes, motivational quotes, etc! If you wanted to you could check out my ‘motivational monday’ printables. They’re free to download and you can stick them up on your wall to help you stay positive about your studeies!
  • remember your previous successes - I’m sure you’ve had many awesome achievements in your life and they’re so important to remember. It’s so easy to forget those cool things you’d managed to do but think of how you felt when you were successful! Whilst you may still pass without studying, how great would it be to pass with flying colours because you revised!
  • remove the idea of “failure” from your mind - the likelihood is, if you’ve studied, you aren’t going to fail. You may perhaps get a lower mark than expected if you’ve not studied effectively but if you’ve done everything you should be, it is unlikely that you’ll fail because you were ill-prepared. Try to remain positive about your chance to prove yourself wrong. You can do it.

There is always a point in studying - even if it is for algebra… You shouldn’t allow yourself to feel bad for studying. Honestly, when it gets to need the information you’ve studied and you’re answering questions and remembering the information, you’ll probably realise there was no need to doubt yourself. I hope this helps xx