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Sentence Prompts

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Where are your pants?”

“I laugh because I hurt inside.”

“Please refrain from shooting her, we need her for later.”

“You look like an open autopsy.”

“That’s french for ‘go away’.“

“You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.”

“No, you silly goose, it’s magic!”

“Put me down!”

“How much did someone pay you to wear that?!”

“What did you just do?!”

“Stop filming me, moron!”

“It was all me, by the way.”

“Look at this, ACTION ROLL! They’ll never see it coming!”

“You know ‘give me a warning’ means let me know BEFORE they come in here!”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

“I may have mildly panicked…”

“Ooo, that must’ve hurt!”

“I am very, very bad under pressure!”

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.””

“Now, not to be forward, but I love you.”

“I’m 72 different flavors of done with you.”

“Hey, on the ground there it says you’re a gullible shit.”

“It’s do or die, most likely die.”

“No it’s ‘Protect and Serve’ not ‘Get Rekt and Swerve’.”

“You make me smile.”

“Liam Neeson would do it.”

“Jail can’t stop me.”

“It’s four o'clock, don’t you think you should fuck off?”

“I remain confused.”

“As the wise Scooby Doo said; “Ruh Roh”.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel fabulous.”

“Can someone shoot him?”

“Well this isn’t at all like High School Musical.“ 

“Quick, blend in!”

“At the moment, it seemed like a good plan, obviously it was not.”

“Well obviously nothing is going on here!”

“Can I help you?”

“Don’t be intimidated by my bloody and battered figure.”

“Is your name Bob? You look like a Bob.”


“Well that was unsettling.”

“Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

“Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”

“My budget is 5 dollars, what are your recommendations?”

  • random stranger: hey, dadsona! i'm so sorry i'm late. did you have to wait?
  • dadsona: not really; i just arrived. shall we begin this date? haha...
  • craig: *hiding behind a bush* that bastard doesn't deserve him! my bro was actually waiting for over an hour! i'm gonna rip him into tiny little pieces.
  • hugo: *sitting beside craig* i don't know, craig... maybe we should just scare him off and hope that he'll run away from us and never come back.
  • brian: *painting his face in camouflage color* yeah! i can try to out-dad him to the point where he's too ashamed to approach him again.
  • damien: *putting branches in his hat* i can find some superstitious things we can do to bring bad luck to this disgraceful man every time he dares to do such a thing again.
  • mat: *holding binoculars while munching on a straw* yeah... not gonna happen. that guy looks like if bon iver and ringo starr had a child. we need to kill him with fire.
  • robert: *adjusting his knife* using your hands can be dirty. we don't even know if that guy has a disease.
  • joseph: *handing out kleenguard gloves* just to be sure, every body wear these.
  • mary: *looking at camera like it's the office* we're not normal. i know that.

BTS Reaction - car sex/foreplay

This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.


Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town.  The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told.  You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face.  He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.  

Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response.  He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.

“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.  

“Where’d you want it to go?”  you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.

“I think you know baby.”  Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers.  Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do.  He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.  

“That feel good?”  Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip.  You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.  

You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught  up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.  

“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes.   Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard.  “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”  

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie


“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…”  you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite.  You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.  

“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.  

“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties.  “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!”  Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.  

You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now.  You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now.  There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi.  If anything, it seems to urge him on.  

Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.  He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard.  You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.  

“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs.  “You want my cum, you little slut?”  

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis.  Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.

Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck.  Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing.  Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place.  He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place.  When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs.  His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.  

“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”  

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly


When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it.  He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places.  But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.  

“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute.  He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.  

“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile.  He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness.  Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you.  You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.  

It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.  

“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear.  He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips.  “Please, god, I need to be in you.”

Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.  

“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders.  You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.  

Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you.  The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after.  Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.  

“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window.   The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving.  You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.

“We are never, ever doing that again.”  

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.  

“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?”  Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road  to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.  

“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.”  It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.  

“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties.  So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point.  You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion.  You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations.  “Eyes on the road.”  His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you.  Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.

“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.  

“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture.  You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.  

Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.  

“Come here and bend over.”  He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems.  Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds.  “You want this?”  You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.  

“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need.  He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good baby.”  

Originally posted by piedparker


It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around.  You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night.  He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms.  Maybe he just tired himself out?  

“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.  


“You sure?”  you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach.  Have you done something wrong?

“Yeah.  You just…”  You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap.  “You look really pretty today.”  Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.

“And that's… a bad thing?”

“No! No.  It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio.  When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.  

“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”

“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat.  “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”

“Really? Here?”  Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car.  You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.  

“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you.  He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.  

He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting.  Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.  

“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand.  “Touch me, please.”  You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.

Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.  

“Mmff!  Gonna cum!”  Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat.  You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses.  He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Hmm, thank you mommy.”  

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores


From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages.  It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.  

Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress.  He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.

Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.  

“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire.  “Get yourself warmed up for me.”  You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice.  As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash.  You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris.  The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.  

“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes.  Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.  

“You getting my seats all wet?”  You nod, flashing him a naughty smile.  You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you.  “Hmm, good.”  

Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.  

“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out.  “I want you…”  

“Five more minutes, Jagi,”  Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl.  You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.

“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you.  Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous.  “How’s that pussy feel?”

“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan.  He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.

“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”

Originally posted by taesi10


Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while.  Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.

“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail.  Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.  

“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”  

You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline.  But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown.  You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.  

“What do you mean?”  

“You were fawning over him all night.  ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’  I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.”  You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours.  God knows why, though, when you act like this.”  You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.  

“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.

“Pardon me?” you scoff.  

“You heard me.  You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it.  Show me.”

You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way.  You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.  

The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.  

“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.  Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey.  He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”

Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives.  Damn it, why are you so weak for him?  You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.

You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.   

“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again.  “This mouth is mine, you hear?”  

You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs.  Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.  

“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”

Originally posted by f-yeah-taehyung

The first hybrid.

This is what Rodimus says when he realizes the underlying paradoxes of Megatron that has become accepted background noise in the common culture of the Cybertron Civil War. How can someone rumored to have a green mottled spark, a rumored point one percenter, be a common mining vehicle, something that was mass produced five million years ago?

And Megatron deflects any questions about his origin as well, showing that in the society that he wants, the question itself should not exist to begin with, be it in law, spoken, or even in thought.

But this is not about him. This is about a different origin of Cybertronians. We have the Forged, we have the Constructed Cold, we have the MTOs. And then we have a breed rarely spoken of.

The Warborns are rarely spoken about. With Whirl’s comment we know that Fortress Maximus never experienced Cybertron before the war, never experienced the senate or even the reign of Zeta Prime. And we know that he’s also Forged, as his spark did not seize when the Kill Switch was activated.

Fulcrum is also Forged. He did not suffer the effects of the Killswitch either.

But notice his wording. It seems to be even more suspect. Sure, Forged has been used to describe the so-called “birth” of a Cybertronian, to the point where it is basically the word for it.

But where do the Warborn come from?

Bumblebee was of the last generation of Cybertronians, yet at the start of his life the war hadn’t really begun. Sure there were Decepticon terrorists, but nothing outright. The Warborn label wouldn’t apply to him or those from his hot spot. The war hadn’t truly become what it was later.

So let’s look at Fortress Maximus again.

Pious Maximus was a figure from before the war. Outspoken against the caste system to the point where he ended up being one of many who conveniently “disappeared”.

And one would have to admit that there is a resemblance. Enough for Sentinel to confuse Fortress Maximus with him.

He disappeared to the Institute, and was never seen again. And there his body was gutted, the brain module taken, probed, peeled.

We never learn what happened to the sparks. While Rossum’s Trinity is a medical term in the Cybertronian medicine, we know that through the Triple-M that you don’t need the transformation cog, and we know that with spark isolation, a common way to house dangerous criminals, the spark can survive on it’s own.

Iced, inside a flower, in a cockpit, the spark can survive a lot. Maybe it need helps, but it can survive.

Rodimus called Megatron the First Hybrid. Which seems to indicate that there are more than one. That there are other forged sparks within constructed cold bodies.

And we do seem to have some sort of indicator that dysphoria in some form might exist, with Starscream continually changing his body, either never feeling that his body was “right”, or he never grew attached to his looks because they weren’t “his”.

So the Warborn, where do they fit to make this a complete image? We don’t know if the Institute kept the sparks, but what if they did? Kept them with the other mass produced bled sparks from the Matrix, but probably catalogued and written down from whom they came from as well. And if dysphoria was documented, hell, it could be used to “explain” Decepticons, then what if Constructed Cold bodies were made to “fit” the sparks.

Pious Maximus might be one of those that couldn’t recall their past lives. After all, if data from the brain can leak into the spark, then it might not do it in the first place.

anonymous asked:

Is your hate for the term 'British' purely because of the British Empire and other undesirable things done under the term? What if someone referred to themselves as British relating to the 'British Isles' as where they come from? imo 'British' (if we ignore the history connected to it) just sounds better than 'English', or just feels better to say. I dont know, maybe it's because I was never taught about 'British' history (empire etc) but I did end up associating 'English' with racist hooligans.

I hate the term British because it is synonymous with English. I’ve never been called British with the thought that I’m from Scotland, they’ve always assumed the entire fucking island is England.

I’ve never identified as British. I correct people immediately when they refer to me as it because with the term ‘British’ it carries so much connotation of empire and the queen and everything that I don’t want to be apart of.

The thing is though that I won’t call anyone else British either. If you’re from England, you’re English. Wales, Welsh. Northern Ireland, northern Irish (until you unify.)

Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon. 

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long. 

Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me… that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on! 

Where do I begin? Um… Let’s recap shall we? 

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. 

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem. 

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either. 

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already. 

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay  

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life. 

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are. 

Okay, moving on from Slytherin. 

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds. 

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angelsarenamederika  asked:

Have you ever written any works about that clean, empty train station Harry ended up in? Or rather, what that place may have looked like for other people?

Ginny woke up with a gasp that felt like sandpaper shoved down her throat. Her lungs brimmed with rock and cold water, with the thick musty smell of snake.

She inhaled again and it was softer– she blinked her eyes open as the world rearranged itself. Mildew and stone gave way to the scent of sun-warmed grass. Apple blossoms. Branches cut the sky into shards of blue. 

She had learned how to fly in this orchard. She had stolen her brothers’ brooms out of the shed and practiced when no one was watching her. She knew this view–lying on the ground, looking up–because she had laid out here in the shade on hot summer days, because she had fallen off brooms and bruised herself all over, again and again, knocked all the air out of her lungs.  Ginny sat up. 


Ginny sat up. Her mother put a mug of tea down in front of her. Ginny wobbled where she sat and clutched at the rough edge of the kitchen table. 

“Drink your tea,” said Molly. 

“Mum,” she said. “I think I’ve been hurting people.” The Burrow’s kitchen was sunlit and scrubbed clean behind Molly. 

“Of course you wouldn’t, sweetheart,” said Molly. 

Mum,” said Ginny. “There was blood on my robes." 

"We’ve all killed a few chickens in our time,” said Molly. 

“How did I get home?” She wrapped her hands around the steaming mug. It was cold against her palms, wet and gritty. There was dirt under her nails. She shivered. “I was at Hogwarts." 

"It’s not going to be easy,” Molly said. “He’ll tell you that, someday– the choice between what is right and what is easy. Isn’t that interesting? That doing the right thing is always so damn hard.” Molly put the tea kettle back on the stove. Her apron was thick beige canvas, well-used. “But you won’t really be listening. Because a boy will just have died, and you’ll be thinking about that. About whether or not he had a choice.”

“Who’s dying?” Ginny said. “Who’s going to die?" 

"No one you know well,” Molly said. “It’s alright. No one important to you. Someone very important to other people, but, of course, everyone is. And no, he won’t have had a choice. Right, or easy. But you do." 


Bill was trying to brush her hair. It was tangled at the back of her skull, matted, but his hands were very gentle. The chair she sat in creaked under her, old, in need of repairs like everything the Weasleys had ever owned. Sunlight dripped down through the leaves of the orchard. Bill had been the one who taught her to undo the lock on the broom shed door. 

"You haven’t done this since I was little,” she said. 

“You’re still little,” Bill said. His voice was younger, squeakier, and when she tipped her head back she saw his chin smooth and unstubbled, his hair still short and neat, his ear unpierced. 

“I miss you,” she said. “You’re going to leave. You’re going to go on adventures and forget to write home and forget to visit." 

"I’ll visit,” said Bill. 

“Not enough,” she said. “I’m glad you grew your hair out, though. It looks good. Mum doesn’t get it, but it looks more like you." 

Her skull was cradled in his hands, still tipped back, looking up at him. 

"You’re not really here,” she said. 

“No,” he agreed. “You’re all alone. You’re on the floor of the Chamber, can’t you tell?" 

Ginny touched her robes. They were cold and damp, sticking to her spine. Moldy water dripped from her hem onto the dry dirt of the orchard. 


"You’re just embarrassing us,” said Percy. He was fussing with his robes, picking lint off them. A sunbeam came through the kitchen window and draped itself around his shoulders. 

Ginny swallowed. “You don’t mean that.” She looked around the kitchen, but it was empty. Mum and her teapot weren’t anywhere. 

“Can you imagine how Mum and Dad will feel?” Percy said. “When it comes out their baby girl has been strangling chickens and killing Mudbloods?”

“No one died,” she whispered. “And don’t say that word." 

"C'mon, Ginevra, no one died but they were meant to. A camera, a mirror, a ghost, a puddle– the Mudbloods got lucky." 

Her whisper shrank and shrank. "Don’t say that word." 

"Mudbloods? Why? You wrote it on the wall in blood.” His face twisted, sneering, twisted and twisted– she had never seen Percy’s face skew that far. She didn’t think faces could move like that. She didn’t think they should. She squeezed her eyes shut. “You’ve been trying to kill people all year, and you haven’t even managed one,” said the thing with Percy’s voice, the voice he used to tell first years to knot their ties properly. “Embarrassing. Maybe tonight you’ll finally get it right." 

"You’re not really here,” she said. “This isn’t real. This is a dream, it’s all in my head, you’re not really here." 

"Of course it’s all in your head,” Percy said, or something that had once looked like Percy said. She wasn’t opening her eyes to see. “Why would that mean it isn’t real?”


“Welsh Greens are my favorite dragon,” said Charlie. Ginny pried her eyes open. Charlie smiled at her from across the kitchen table. Her tea was still gone. Percy was gone. The sunlight had faded to pale morning light. She was shivering. 

“I try not to play favorites,” he said. “You know, but sometimes you just gotta admit things to yourself.”

“Charlie, I think I’m dying.” She gripped the edge of the rough kitchen table and it bit into her palms. 

“They’re just so elegant,” Charlie said. “The first time I saw one fly. Do you remember? No, you weren’t born yet, I think. But Dad got suspended for a month, though Mum and Dad didn’t tell us that part–something with Lucius Malfoy–but he had a month off so we went to stay with that old friend of Mum’s in Newport. Right near the preserve. And we went out into it, and the twins kept trying to run off, and Bill spent all his time reading those adventure books he liked so much then, but we saw dragons. A Green sunning, across a gorge. One flying, almost directly over us. And I knew, right then, what I wanted to do with my life." 

"I think it was Lucius who put the diary in my textbook,” she said. “Why would he do that? Why did I write in it? Why did Tom make it? Why did I write back?" 

"See this?” said Charlie, rolling up a sleeve. Two long jagged lines of scar tissue bulged down his forearm, wrapping around it. “Poor thing got stuck in a trap and nicked me when I was getting it loose. Damned poachers." 

"Charlie, I think I hurt people.”

“And here,” said Charlie. He untucked his shirt and showed her a big shiny burn that went all up and down his leftside ribs and hip. “Healing skin,” he said. “It’s the weirdest thing.”


“We prank Filch and Mrs. Norris all the time,” said George. He was sitting in a tree in the orchard, the way the twins had used to before they got too big for the fragile branches. “But Merlin’s beard, Gin, never like that." 

Ginny sat cross-legged in the grass, picking stalks and trying to weave a crown. "Do you think Mrs. Norris’ll be okay?" 

"And Justin?” said George. “He’s a little twerp, but my god. We could have helped you put cayenne in his oatmeal or something, come on." 

"It wasn’t me,” said Ginny. “I didn’t mean to." 

"Okay, was it not you, or did you not mean to?” said George. “Those are two different excuses.”


“Never trust something if you can’t see where it puts its brain,” Arthur said. Her father was under the car. She couldn’t see him from the mid-chest, up. She couldn’t see his face.


“You know it’s not your fault, right?” Ron was lying on his back on his bed and she was laying belly-down on the floor, coloring. The ghoul in the attic banged pipes– angry, desperate sounds resounding like they were in an empty, vaulted space that swallowed up echoes and spat them back. 

“I wrote back,” she said. 

“Yeah, and? Plenty of people have penpals. That’s all you did. You were lonely. Don’t you think I get it? We’re the last ones, you and me. The point where people have seen so many Weasley kids they stop bothering to learn our names. I know.”

“I should’ve known,” she said. She rolled over onto her back, her hair tangling with her colored pencils. It sounded like the ghoul had maybe broken a pipe– a violent hissing shook the room. “Never trust something if you can’t see where it keeps its brain." 

"That’s stupid,” said Ron, sitting up, leaning over so she could see the profile of his long nose, his flop of red hair. There was a spreading stain on the ceiling above him.

Dad says that." 

"Well Dad’s stupid sometimes. What does where something keeps its brain have to do with anything? Somebody put that diary in your stuff. Someone made that diary– and they kept their brain right in their skull, just like us." 

"So it’s ‘never trust anyone’?” Hissing, snarling, metal on stone, the drip of water. Her skull pressed into the hard floor, too heavy to lift. The noise rose and rose, but she could hear Ron’s voice just fine. 

He shrugged, lanky shoulders bobbing. “I dunno. Maybe it’s 'do your best.’ I dunno. You’re eleven. Why do you have to be thinking about stuff like this?”

“You’re twelve. Why are you?”

Yeah, well, I helped fight You-Know-Who in my first year." 

Ginny curled her fingers into her dark robes. She had had to throw away the ones she’d killed the roosters in. She’d never learned Mum’s cleaning spells well enough for that. 

"You could, too,” Ron said. The stain on the ceiling kept spreading, white plaster going dark. “You did. Fight You-Know-Who, your first year.” Water dripped onto her forehead. 

“How?” she said. “I helped him. Tom was in my head, my hands– He was–" 

"You tried to tell people.”

“I should’ve made them listen,” she said. 

“You can’t make people listen,” said Ron. 

“What can I do, then?” she said. 

“Wake up,” he said. “Wake up, wake up, come on, Ginny, wake up, Harry why is she so cold.”


“I’m so scared, Mum,” she said. The tea was steaming but her hands were shaking against cold ceramic. “I think I’ve been hurting people." 


"You’ve always been able to tell us apart,” said George. The leaves on the trees rustled behind him. “We appreciate that, you know? Like, there’s some pranks we can’t play with you around, but, still, it’s nice." 


"You can go,” Percy said, kindly, and Ginny shivered and shivered. “You’ve always wanted to. You’ve been dreaming about running all your life. Just taking a broom and going." 


Apple blossoms filled the air. Dry grass tickled her cheek, the curve of her calf. Branches cut through the sky– blue, broad, endless. She could feel cold, rotting water seeping into her robes, her socks, swallowing her hands. 


Bang. The ghoul in the attic was hitting pipes again. Hissing. Shouts. 


Bang. Swinging his feet, knocking his heels against the table legs, Fred sat on the rickety table in the broom shed. He trimmed the stray broken twigs from the tail of his Cleansweep, whistling, and he didn’t look up. 

The door of the shed hung open behind Ginny, the sun at her back, the smell of apple blossoms in the air. 

"If you’re going to steal our brooms,” Fred said. “You could at least help with maintenance, you know." 

"Why are you the last one?” she said. He had stopped whistling, but the sound kept going, ricocheting off the walls. “Why weren’t you with George?”

“We don’t do everything together,” said Fred. He looked up from the broom and he was smiling. “He’s going to do a lot of things without me, one day.”

“Where am I?” she said. “What is this? This isn’t home." 

"Isn’t it?” Fred said. He was smiling and she wanted him to stop. “You see, Ginny, you get a choice. Not everyone gets a choice, but you do. This is a place where people wait,” he said. “This is a place where they get to decide. To go forward or to go back." 

"What if I don’t want to go back?”

“Then you take one of these brooms, Gin, and you just go.” He stood up, holding the broom loosely in his hand. “You used to dream about it, remember? When no one was paying attention to you, or when they were paying too much, or when Ron broke your favorite porcelain doll. You thought about sneaking out here, and taking a broom, and just going. The first time you snuck out here and stole my broom, that’s what you meant to do. Run away. Find a circus, or an adventure, a new life.”

“But I came back." 

He shrugged. "You ran out of the cookies you’d packed. And it got cold." 

"It’s getting colder,” she said. “Fred, I’m so cold." 

"You won’t get cold, if you go. You won’t run out of anything.”

“What’ll I find?” The sky out the window was blue. It went forever. 

“I don’t know, kiddo. Not yet.”  


Bill was brushing her hair in the orchard. It didn’t hurt, but she knew it should. She tipped her head back. The sky was blue. She let him hold the weight of her skull in his two big hands, his rings digging into her scalp. 

Charlie was telling her about dragons. Percy was picking lint off her shoulder and telling her to get some sleep. George was picking dead leaves off the apple tree and dropping them on her head. 

Ron laid on his back in his bedroom and water dripped down from the ceiling. The ghoul was shrieking, the pipes were hissing. The stain spread and spread and she watched it go. She couldn’t lift her head. 


“You have a choice,” Arthur said. He had oil on his cheek from fixing a car he swore he never meant to drive. 

“It’s getting colder." 

"I know, baby." 


The handle of Fred’s broom was trapped between them, digging into her ribs, bruising her collarbone. She twisted her hands in the back of his shirt and buried her face in the front of it. Fred was taller than he should be. His chin was bristly with a beard he shouldn’t be able to grow this well, not yet. 

"I miss you,” she said. “You’re going to leave." 

"Are you?” he said. 

She gripped the back of his shirt tight. She could smell the orchard through the open door. She was crying. Her tears were the only warm things in the whole world. “No,” she whispered. 

“It won’t be easy,” Fred said, his chin pressed to the top of her head, because he was taller, he was so much taller than he should be. She cried and the stain spread through his shirt. “But it will be worth it." 


Apple blossoms and old stone. Snakes in the dry grass. This was where she learned to fly. She had taught herself. 

"Wake up,” said Ron. “Harry, why is she so cold? Wake up, Ginny, you’ve got to wake up." 

The blue sky was cut into a hundred shattered pieces. 

She opened her eyes. 

  • Jaune: Damn, that leadership class really takes it out of you.
  • Ruby: It really does. I'm so tired not even hell on Remnant could wake me up.
  • Yang: Ruby!
  • Ruby: AHH! Yang! Where did you come from? Oh no! You didn't hear that! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to swear, I know you don't like hearing swears, and it just slipped out-
  • Yang: Woah, woah, woah, Rubes, chill out. What are you talking about?
  • Ruby: Well, I swore and I know you don't like it when people swear because I never hear you swear.
  • Yang: Ruby, I swear all the time! I just don't swear in front of you because I thought this whole time that you don't like swear words.
  • Ruby: Oh! So, we can swear in front of each other then?
  • *Yang gives a shrug*
  • Yang: I don't mind but I honestly don't think I heard you swear before while you were talking with Jaune.
  • Ruby: B-But I said the 'h' word.
  • *Yang takes a second to process what Ruby just said before wrapping her sister up in a tight hug.*
  • Yang: You are so darn precious. I love you!
'Logan' Breakout Dafne Keen on Audition Embarrassment and Her X-23 Future

1. She comes from a film-friendly family. Keen is the daughter of British actor Will Keen (The Crown, Wolf Hall) and Spanish actress Maria Fernandez Ache, with multiple directors and writers in her extended family. “I remember spending entire school holidays in rehearsing spaces, watching my mum and dad working, and followed them around on tour or on film sets all the time,” she tells Heat Vision. “I went to see Hamlet, which they directed about 10 times, and I always loved it. I remember I used to listen to the actors rehearsing and try to remember all their lines while I played with the color filters they put in the lights.” From her parents, she says, she’s learned about “being truthful, and the most important thing being telling the story, and all working together for the same thing. I love that.” (x)

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Hozier sentence starters
  • "My lover's got humour."
  • "I should've worshipped her sooner."
  • "We were born sick."
  • "The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you."
  • "I was born sick, but I love it."
  • "I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife."
  • "Good God, let me give you my life."
  • "There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin."
  • "With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene."
  • "It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet."
  • "No other version of me I would rather be tonight."
  • "She found me just in time."
  • "God, I never felt young."
  • "She's gonna save me."
  • "We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues."
  • "Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime."
  • "We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us."
  • "You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you."
  • "Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way."
  • "I fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new."
  • "I guess any thrill will do."
  • "Would things be easier if there was a right way?"
  • "Honey, there is no right way."
  • "My heart's already sinned."
  • "Never feel too good in crowds."
  • "All I've ever done is hide."
  • "Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life."
  • "You don't know what hell you put me through."
  • "It feels good to be alone with you."
  • "I know that you hate this place, not a trace of me would argue."
  • "Honey, we should run away, oh someday."
  • "Babe, there's something tragic about you."
  • "Something so magic about you."
  • "Babe, there's something lonesome about you."
  • "Something so wholesome about you."
  • "Get closer to me."
  • "Innocence died screaming, ask me I should know."
  • "There's something wretched about this."
  • "Something so precious about this."
  • "There's something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this."
  • "We'll lay here for years or for hours."
  • "I'd be home with you."
  • "Any way to distract and sedate."
  • "Free and young and we can feel none of it."
  • "Something isn't right, babe."
  • "We should quit but we love it too much."
  • "Come and save me from it."
  • "I'm so full of love I could barely eat."
  • "My baby's sweet as can be, she'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me."
  • "I'll crawl home to her."
  • "I swear I thought I dreamed her."
  • "She never asked me once about the wrong I did."
  • "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."
  • "I will not ask you where you came from."
  • "I will not ask and neither should you."
  • "Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do."
  • "In some sad way, I already know."
  • "I should not ask and neither should you."
  • "Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips."
  • "We should just kiss like real people do."
  • "You know better, babe."
  • "I know who I am when I'm alone; I'm something else when I see you."
  • "Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me."
  • "I will come back."
  • "I'll find my way back to you."
  • "Always a well dressed fraud."
  • "She feels no safety in my arms."
  • "Her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns."
  • "She tells me I'm hers and she is mine."
  • "It's a crime that she's not around most of the time."
  • "Her fight and fury is fiery."
  • "It's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time."
  • "I need you to run to me, run to me, lover."
  • "All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach."
  • "Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash."
  • "You've done me wrong for a long, long time."
  • "After all you've done, I never changed my mind."
  • "Please try to love me."
  • "My love will never die."
07x06 was fucking trash

Where did the J*nerys affection suddenly come from? I could’ve sworn Jon constantly argued with D*enerys two episodes ago and now he pledges his allegiance to that white-haired demon? D&D ruined my sons entire character and I will never forgive.

Also Arya threatening Sansa to cut her face off. What the fuck? We all know they never had the best relationship but Arya acting like a psycho is new to me.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (25)

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Part 25 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,400

🎭 DRAMA!!!
Love triangle, Love Square. Whatever shape you want to call it, but be prepared for PLENTY of ‘somewhat’ angsty romantic conflict and angsty feels. (Sorry, you’ll dislike me after this haha)

You were embarrassed, beyond belief and angry to the point where your hands were shaking. Why would Yixing do that to you? Sure you had to clean up what had happened between you and him, but it was never anything serious and you had told him right off the bat that it was wrong, the last person you had ever expected to act in this type of manner was Yixing, he was normally so reasonable. You rushed over to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it up with water and rushed back to the board. He had riled you up so much, that your breathing was heavy. Without really thinking you walked around the table and threw the water over Yixing.
It was silent for a moment; everyone was looking between you and Yixing in shock.

“You have to be kidding me…” Yixing breathed heavily through his nose, looking at you through angry eyes.
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” He jumped up from his seat lunging over at you and bringing you down hard onto the table. Before you had a chance to think, he was pinning you down and shaking you violently, you stared up into his face. He looked nothing like the Yixing you knew from before; this was a completely different man. This was a barbarian. A beast. You grabbed at his hair, pulling it and attempting to get him off of you.

“After the way I’ve treated you Y/N, with such love and care. This is how you repay me, by fucking Minseok?! You think he’s worthy of you? he’ll only hurt you. That’s all he’s capable of.” He lifted your shoulders about an inch off of the table and slammed you back down again, causing you to cry out in pain, this was all happening so fast. You brought your knee up hard, knocking him just under his breast bone where his healing wound was located. He let out a growl, but it wasn’t enough to get him off of you, he was still shaking you wildly and you were beginning to develop a headache, you closed your eyes tightly shut, in the hope that it would help the pain to subside.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER YIXING!” You heard Chanyeol shout from beside you. Only opening your eyes when you felt Yixing’s weight being lifted off of your body, you shuffled down to the end of the table where Junmyeon was sat.

“Are you okay Y/N?” He lifted you up off the table and lowered you into your seat beside Minseok. You didn’t even bother replying as you turned your attention to Chanyeol and Yixing who were now fighting each other.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Chanyeol shouted, landing a punch on Yixing’s jaw and throwing him against the wall, causing him to groan deeply in pain, but he still wasn’t done yet; head-butting Chanyeol on the lip he held him in a headlock and dragged him to the floor. They began scuffling and shouting obscenities. You were in such shock you began to cry. You had never seen Chanyeol act this violent towards somebody in your life and Yixing was supposed to be the sweet one. You should’ve listened to Jongin that night when he told you Yixing was a dangerous man; he specifically said he was one of the most dangerous but you didn’t want to believe it and now you were in a state.

“Stop it!” Kyungsoo shouted getting up from his seat, trying to restrain Yixing whilst Sehun stood up to restrain Chanyeol. Your heart was thumping amongst your chest, this was too crazy for you to handle.

“Touch her again, and I will kill you!” Chanyeol spat at Yixing.

“She doesn’t belong to you Chanyeol!” Yixing shouted, raising to his knees, both men were panting, on the floor, blood dropping from Chanyeol’s lip, whilst blood was dripping from Yixing’s nose.

“She doesn’t fucking belong to you either Yixing, she doesn’t belong to anyone! Besides she’s not sleeping with Minseok, why are you so damn jealous?”

It’s as though what Chanyeol had said flicked another switch in Yixing’s head, as he pounced on top of Chanyeol again, punching him directly in the mouth.

“Fuck it, someone throw me a taser!” Kyungsoo shouted. Junmyeon wasted no time in fulfilling Kyungsoo’s request, he ran over to where the ammunition cases were, opening one of them up, picking out a taser and throwing it towards Kyungsoo. The next thing you know, Kyungsoo was pointing it towards Yixing who began fitting momentarily and then falling limply on top of Chanyeol’s body. The room fell silent again; you were all just staring at Yixing, who a moment ago was behaving like a rabid dog. You were so dazed and only really started to begin feeling the pain in your shoulders, from the impact of him pushing you against the table.

“Show’s over! We’ll have to have this meeting tomorrow, everybody out!” Junmyeon shouted, he was frowning so angrily, it was near enough the angriest you’d ever seen him, he kicked Yixing’s limp body and stormed out of the board.
Sehun dragged Yixing’s body up and threw it over his shoulder, shaking his head.

“I’ll take him to bed. Stupid bastard…” He muttered under his breath leaving the room too. Since there really was nothing else to see, everybody began filing out of the room slowly one by one. You were behind Jongin, following him out of the door when suddenly he stopped you and pushed you back in to the room again, He was frowning at you angrily, standing directly in front of you as you leant yourself against one of the chairs. Your eyes widened. Not again.

“You’ve been having sex with Minseok haven’t you?” He huffed, crossing his hands over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. Even though you knew you were not in the wrong, you felt intimidated and your mouth was growing dry.

“I’ve not been sleeping with him!” You whined, trying to push Jongin backwards so you could get out of the room, but it wasn’t working, he wouldn’t budge.

“But you definitely made out with him didn’t you. Me and Yixing aren’t the best of friends, but I can tell you one thing. He’s not a liar.” He paused looking down at your face; he let out a half-hearted laugh after you didn’t say anything. “I don’t believe you’d go and do this, you know how I feel. I’ve never outwardly said it, but was that necessary after I kissed you and the looks I’ve been giving you every now and then at the dinner table?”

“I’ve never reciprocated those feelings Jongin, and I’ve never let on that I like you, so don’t you even go there.”

He scoffed, giving you a less than impressed look. “You really don’t know what you’ve gone and done. You’re so much more stupid then I thought. Don’t you know what a testosterone filled man behaves like when his emotions are out of whack? You’ve allowed a handful of men in this house to have passionate physical contact with you. I hope you know how fucking messy this house is going to get. And I hope you can handle it Y/N. Congratulations babe, you’ve only just gone and started a war.” He bent down and kissed you, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth and lightly gripping your throat with his hand. But this time he wasn’t kissing because of passion, he was doing it to spite you. Almost as though he was signifying the beginning of this ‘war’ and showing you how much shit you were in. Jongin wasn’t letting this one slide. The way he was kissing you was derogatory, nothing about it felt good, in fact it felt abusive, and he knew it. That’s what he was aiming for. He withdrew his tongue from inside your mouth and pulled away from your face, giving you one last glare, he turned around and walked out of the board leaving you alone. You stood there for a while, staring down at your pyjamas, what on Earth had you started?

You hurriedly carried yourself to Minseok’s room, you needed to talk to him right now. Knocking quietly on his door, you waited looking nervously up and down the corridor to make sure nobody was lurking about. You were sure everyone was settling down to sleep right now, but you had learnt that taking extra precaution in this place was a crucial tool in aiding your survival. The door opened slowly, revealing Minseok, who was peeking around the side, his eyes widened when he saw you and he stepped aside allowing you to come in. Shutting the door behind you, he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh gosh Y/N are you okay. Yixing went crazy I’m so sorry.” You were quiet, too busy enjoying the vibrations of his voice where your head was resting on his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t step up to do anything, I couldn’t make it obvious.” You pulled away from him now, a little bit frustrated at what he said.

“Make what obvious Minseok?! It’s not like we’re actually screwing.”

“I know that…but we did make out… three times. Christ, this should never have happened, it’s such a mess.” He ran his hand through his hair in irritation.

You looked down at your legs guiltily and bit your lips anxiously, he was regretting it and it didn’t really sit well with you. Logically you knew that this was all stupid and wrong, but for some reason that you couldn’t explain, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“Jongin said I’ve started a war…” You whispered, keeping your eyes trained on your legs.

“He what?”

“He said I’ve started a war. He said I was stupid for making more than one guy feel involved with me, I’m scared I don’t know what to do. It wasn’t my intention to make them think I liked them, I wasn’t aware I was giving off that vibe, I never outwardly said I liked them, why would they just assume so?” You let out a frustrated sigh, this wasn’t fair on you. You didn’t deserve this.

“Wait, you’ve…kissed Jongin and Yixing?” Minseok frowned, it was only for a split second but you still saw it. You nodded slowly, looking at him apprehensively.

“Well yes… No.. I mean, they came onto me! But… I didn’t deny it. It was just a spur of the moment reaction thing you know. But I don’t feel anything for them. I admit I thought there was something for Yixing at one point, but I was wrong there wasn’t.”

He stared at you blankly, and the 5 second long silence felt like an eternity.
“You know Y/N we can’t do this.” Minseok shook his head. “This was all a mistake, it was my fault I should never have let you in, I should never have told you all the things about myself that I did. We need to stop this okay. The kissing it can never happen again, the hugs, these ‘moments’, they all have to stop. Don’t knock on my door again, don’t speak to me again, don’t look at me again. This was all a huge fucking mistake.” His voice was slowly raising and the tone becoming harsher.

You blinked, confused. Why was he doing this? It was crushing you.
“For fuck sake Minseok I know this isn’t love, but you don’t have to go and say all of that.”

“I know it’s not fucking love Y/N I’m not stupid, but I’m not even going to give it a chance to turn into that. The last thing I ever want in my damn life is to fall in love especially with you!” He hissed, his face was stern now and his voice was becoming harsh. You were upset, you weren’t even sure why but you just were. The fact that the relationship between you and Minseok had come all this way, from him wanting to kill you, to him wanting you to stay with him and cuddle him in bed, and now this. You were driving straight back to square one.

“So you’re telling me you never want to speak to me again, so long as we’re in this house?” You knitted your brows together; you were not going to cry. You refused to give Minseok the satisfaction of your hurt.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N, this is just one huge mistake. Now get out of my room and leave me alone. I hope you’ve received my message loud and clear because I’m never repeating this again.” He opened the door of his room and pushed you out, locking it from the inside. Your chest was heaving up and down you couldn’t even begin to put into words how angry you were, so instead you put it into action. You kicked his door as hard as you could, leaving a small dent at the bottom.

“I hate you Kim Minseok!” You half-shouted, turning around to make your way to bed. Looking up you saw Chanyeol standing there, holding a bloodied tissue to his lip.
“What the fuck are you staring at?!” You hissed, pushing past him and storming off to your room.

You woke up the next morning surprisingly well refreshed, you assumed it was due to the fact that you had let off steam that needed to be released for weeks, the second reason being that yesterday was a bit of shock for you and Minseok and so he didn’t mean anything he had said to you, it was just the only way that he thought of dealing with the issue at the time, you’d speak to him today when you had the time to. You weren’t particularly hungry that morning so you didn’t bother eating any food, you just had a shower and brushed your teeth and decided to spend the whole morning drawing animated characters in your room. It was around 1pm when you heard a light knock on your door, you opened it revealing Chanyeol on the other side. You frowned at his lip, it still looked really sore.

“I hope, that doesn’t hurt too much.”

“Ah, no actually it hurts like a bitch. I’d give it a pain rating of 12 on a scale of 10.” He smiled at you, making you smile at him back. You honestly missed the days where it was just you and Chanyeol. “Actually I just came to check on you, yesterday was a mess.”

“Well I’m fine, thanks for checking.” You said, about to close your door, when he stopped it with his foot.

“And… I was wondering if you wanted to go out somewhere, for the day. We haven’t done ‘being best friends’ for centuries.” He threw some finger quotes in the air. “Besides, I thought it might help you take your mind of things.”
You smiled softly; Chanyeol was always looking out for you. It was true since the night at the club and the day you first came here, you and Chanyeol hadn’t done anything together like you usually would and it would be a huge lie to say that you didn’t miss it. It had always been you and Chanyeol against the world, besides it would be nice to finally get some daylight and fresh air, otherwise you’d turn into a vampire some time soon. You nodded your head, skipping over to the side to slip on your shoes and back over to Chanyeol again. You followed him down the corridor, towards the board when Jongdae came out from nowhere.

“Oi Chanyeol!” He was wearing a huge smile on his face. “We’re going to the club tonight, you coming or nah?”

“No. I’m busy the whole day.” Chanyeol said pointing at you.

Jongdae raised his eyebrows and smiled again. “Your loss. We’re. Going. To. Get. Some. Whores.” He laughed and skipped down the corridor. That was the happiest that you had ever seen Jongdae, how thirsty was he to sleep with a female?
Chanyeol rolled his eyes.

“Wait here Y/N, I’m going to get hats and masks we can’t be seen, okay?”

You nodded, rocking back and forth on your heels and toes waiting for him to return.

“Alright, ready?” He asked, holding up the items in his hands. “Let’s go.”

You went everywhere with Chanyeol that afternoon, Shopping for a few bits and pieces, then to a burger bar that you had wanted to try a year ago but you never had time for, after the two of you ate you watched a film at the cinema and then he took you to a dessert parlour if you weren’t full already, you definitely were now.
It was getting dark now, the sky was a beautiful dark purple/blue with streaks of orange and you felt so calm. He was right it really took your mind off of all of the built up tension you had been experiencing and it just felt so lovely to spend some quality time with Chanyeol again. You got into the SUV and were waiting to go home, only to recognise that you were being driven the opposite way.

“Chan, where are you taking us?” You sat up peering out of the window at the passing trees and lampposts on the pavement beside you.

“It’s a secret.” He said locking the doors, keeping one hand on the steering wheel; he stretched over opening the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of Chloroform. Your eyes opened wide.

“Oh my God Chanyeol! No! Stop it!” You screamed.

“I’m joking Y/N!” He laughed putting the chloroform back into the compartment and unlocking the doors again. Tears of laughter stream down his eyes.

“Chanyeol, that wasn’t funny, you bastard!” You punched him in the thigh.

“Ouch!” He shouted, whilst laughing. “But you should’ve seen your face, it was priceless!”

You tried hard to keep your face scrunched up, but you ended up laughing too. Oh how you had missed Chanyeol.

“Okay we’re here.” He pulled up onto a patch of grass, next to what looked like a shed. You got out of the car a little apprehensively, looking around; you were on a road of what looked abandoned cottages. You had never seen this place in your life. Chanyeol removed a key from his pocket, unlocking the padlock and pulling you inside the shed. He clicked a switch and suddenly a multitude of fairly lights switched on. There was a bed in the middle and cushions everywhere, you stared around in awe, it was so beautiful in here and the lights made it all the more magical.

“Chanyeol…” You were breathless, in the most positive way in a long time. “What is this place? It’s beautiful.”

He smiled up at you, kicking his shoes off and dragging you onto the bed beside him. “I knew you’d like it. It’s my place; it’s like a little getaway, when I need space this is where I come. I thought it would be nice for us to come here and speak and just chill out, what do you think?”
You hugged him tightly.

“Yes Chanyeol, this is amazing thank you!” He laughed into your hair, the both of you making yourself comfortable on the bed.
“You know, I feel like a Pokémon master.” You laughed

“What?” Chanyeol raised a brow.

“Well because since I’ve been here I feel like I keep ‘unlocking’ these new characters, you guys keep telling me things about yourself that I never knew and it’s like you’ve evolved into these new people, it’s really weird. The only people that I’ve not unlocked further into are Jongdae, Yixing…and you Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol laughed. “You know everything about me already Y/N. There’s no more unlocking to do.” You raised an eyebrow at him, but taking his word for it you let it go.
“So tell me what you’ve been unlocking then?” He asked sitting up and pulling you closer to him.

“Well…” You thought for a while, resting your head against his shoulder. “I know how Kyungsoo’s parent’s preferred Babu over him; Sehun’s mum died in his arms, poor kid. Kris Baekhyun and Jongin are apparently now all related. And all that jazz.” You smiled up at Chanyeol, you felt nostalgic, it felt like you were 15 all over again and you were hanging out in your room after school.

“Hmmm. I also hear you’ve been unlocking hearts, lips and…your virginity. Is that true.” You sat up removing your head from his shoulders and rolled your eyes.

“Chanyeol, for fucks sake I thought we came here to get away from that. And no! I didn’t sleep with Minseok, ‘that’ has not been unlocked yet. I swear on Quinn, you should believe me Chan, you out of all people!”

“Okay, I believe you. But what about the kissing, can you swear on Quinn for that?” He asked, raising a brow.
You looked down at your lap and shook your head lightly. You heard him let out a sigh. “So I assume you kissed Yixing as well then.”

“…and Jongin” You whispered.

“For fuck sake Y/N, what’s wrong with you?” You were beginning to get angry at Chanyeol now, who was he to get mad at you it was none of his business who you kissed in the first place, and it wasn’t the way he thought it was. You hated this situation it made you look like the player, like a whore but that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t like that.

“Why do you care Chanyeol, it’s not your business anyway!” You hissed.

He laughed at you disbelievingly, “Of course it’s my business, if it involves you it concerns me Y/N! They’re not good for you! None of them are, they would never know how to treat a woman like you Y/N they’re too damaged to cater to your needs, they don’t know the first thing about you! I mean Minseok tried to kill you for fuck sake, what were you thinking?! He’ll never treat you like the Princess you are Y/N, none of them will!”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol?! It’s not like I’m in love with Minseok, for fucks sake it was a kiss, and it was a mistake! Why are you being so defensive?!”

“Good and I’m glad it’s not love. He’s not allowed to love you. No one is. No one is but me!”

You frowned at Chanyeol, not catching on to what he was saying, and suddenly he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you on the lips, his lips were warm and soft and it was gentle, but no, this isn’t what you wanted.

“No! Chanyeol what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“I LOVE YOU Y/N HOW HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THAT?!” he screamed at you standing up from the bed and looming over you.

“You’re like a brother to me Chanyeol, why would I see you in such an inappropriate way?!” Your head was spinning. This is not the type of ‘unlocking’ you wanted to do.

“10 years Y/N! 10 fucking years! And you think all I wanted to do was be friends. Okay yes, I admit at first that’s all it was, but from the age of 18 it wasn’t all so innocent anymore, I wanted you in more way than one. To love you in more way than one! Because I know how to treat you properly, I know what makes you happy, how to make you smile when you’re feeling sad, how to comfort you when you’re upset. How have you never noticed that Y/N? HOW?”
Tears were streaming down his face at this point and he was shaking violently.
“And now you’re throwing all of my love away, for one of these pieces of shits that you’ve barely known for two minutes. Are you fucking kidding me?!” He walked over to the wall ripping the fairy lights from it, and throwing them down onto the bed behind you.

“Why are you telling me this?! WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS CHANYEOL?! Why would you go and fuck our friendship up now, 10 years Chanyeol, 10 YEARS! I want to go home, now! NOW!”
You grabbed on your shoes, and ran out of the shed to the car. You both got into the car not saying a word to each other, the silence was the most deafening and excruciating you had ever experienced, and neither of you were attempting to break it any time soon.

When you got back to the house it smelt like alcohol, you forgot about the boys having a club outing. One of the things you hated. You saw a drunken half naked Baekhyun crawling on the floor laughing loudly and no one in particular, and Jongdae pressed up on a wall with his tongue halfway down a girls throat. Great. Drunk people, something else you hated. You were still shaking from earlier and were trying desperately hard to not cry, all you needed right now was to be comforted and there was only one person who was going to give that to you. Minseok.

 You walked up to his room, a shaking mess, but when you got to his door you froze in your spot. You could hear a female; calling out Minseok’s name. The calls sounded euphoric and you knew what was going on, but because you were naive and disbelieving you pressed your ear to the door, to convince yourself that it wasn’t true, but you only hurt yourself more. You heard grunting and moaning and more name calling.

Minseok brought a whore home.

You felt your heart crumbling inside your chest as you stood there with your mouth agape, you were paralysed in your spot.

You heard footsteps behind you and a sarcastic laugh, causing you to turn your head around. Standing there was a tipsy Yixing, holding half a glass of alcohol in his hand, he took a swig from his cup and smiled at you cruelly.

“I told you Minseok would only go and hurt you. You should’ve fucking listened.”

“Zootopia” sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.”
  • “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little song and all your insipid dreams magically come true. So let it go.”
  • “Life’s a little bit messy. We all make mistakes.”
  • “What do you call a three-humped camel?”
  • “Never let them see that they get to you.”
  • “It was a classic “doing the wrong thing for the right reason” kind of a deal.”
  • “Oh, I know a thing or two about being a jerk.”
  • “I know you’ll never forgive me. And I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t forgive me either.”
  • “But, to be fair, you did stop a master criminal from stealing two dozen moldy onions.”
  • “Did somebody steal a traffic cone? Because it wasn’t me.”
  • “Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker.”
  • “I was ignorant, and… irresponsible… and small-minded.”
  • “I may have sold him, a very expensive wool rug. That was made from the fur, of a skunk… ’s butt.”
  • “Are you afraid of me? You think I might go savage?”
  • “I knew it. Just when I thought someone actually believed in me…”
  • “I popped the weasel!”
  • “I came here to make the world a better place, but I think I broke it.”
  • “We may be evolved, but deep down we are still animals.”
  • “You wanna look smart? Answer their question with your own question, and then answer that question.”
  • “Why did I think I could make a difference?”
  • “I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached to my neck.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, do you have a favorite moment from their radio show? Or a few fave moments? Thanks! love your blog💕

What is your favorite moment from their radio show? I personally really liked the show when Phil sorta lost his voice (that sounds a bit mean I didn’t mean it that way at all) I just liked how their chemistry was that day. Dan calling him “husky and sensual” and toggling with the buttons to make Phil’s voice higher which just made him sound like a child. It was just really sweet and funny filled with lots of giggling.

omg i’ve been sitting on the first ask for ages bc i really wanted to spend some time going back through old radio shows to pick out some good moments but then i got the second ask today and realized that, lbr, i’m not about to make time for that sort of dedicated re-watching in the near future and it’s also probably more accurate for me to answer by listing what first comes to mind, so here’s the first 5 little bits that my mind went to: 

1. the scratch and sniff challenge: everything about this video is so cute and i love it so much. the way that dan gently leads phil out at the beginning when he’s blindfolded. the way they so quickly identify each other (and i realize that the other players are very different in skin texture and hair texture but shhhh, let me just believe that dnp are amazing at recognizing each other by touch). also the fact that each round, the deciding factor for them to recognize each other is something stupidly cute like jaw shape or shoulders or something. and they get so genuinely excited and animated when they get it right! :’) so cute

2. the uv paint thing: dan said it best when he described it as erotic. it really, really is.  i’m trash, idc (also watch both links bc the first one is unabridged but no dialogue, the second is v abridged but dialogue. bless)

3. the laughter yoga thing: bc honestly what the fuck even was that? i love watching dnp candidly reacting to this crazy thing and sharing so many pointed looks and generally non-verbally communicating in such a clear way. it made me smile so much. also a great showcase of phil’s more tolerant or amicable personality, as he sort of gently goes along w this lady’s weird af antics, while dan just nopes the fuck out of it after like 30 seconds 

4. that time they went to a cat sanctuary and just played with a bunch of kittens bc like. come on. also interesting trivs, this was one of the first screenshots of a dnp video i ever took. i think i was really captivated by seeing dan’s fringe from that angle hahah. like i said. i’m trash

5. that weirdly romantic bit they did where they drew a picture holding each other’s hands while a super intimate-sounding cover of ‘somewhere only we know,’ which in itself is the world’s sappiest fucking song, was playing?? ?? like? how did this even get approved it’s so weird and feels like some sort of gross sappy dream that should’ve never happened. they’re quite blushy and giggly in it too  ahhhh look at them: 

i love it. 

BONUS: bc i refuse to write a post about golden radio moments without mentioning confession roulette even though it didn’t happen on their own show. everything about this is fucking incredible and even though there are a couple answers where they resort to stock responses (e.g. phil stealing cereal) it all comes across as quite authentic and there’s just some weird and interesting tension and also softness throughout. 

also the radio show that anon #2 mentioned is amazing. those bits were so funny and cute. you can watch the full show here and highlights here

Listen if you think Sansa did “nothing” to win BotB and wanted Jon to die I think you are ridiculous. And you are most likely a piece of sexist shit who tends to think men’s contribution are higher than women’s. 

1. Sansa risked her life to run away from Ramsay and that is what started this. She didn’t even know if Brienne would show, she didn’t even think Theon was going to help her. But she knew she would rather die than be with Ramsay. 

2. SHE decided “there is only one place we can go, HOME.” You know what Jon wanted to do? Go south and get warm. 

3. Jon was never going to fight for Winterfell. Sansa asked him, pushed him. Sansa did not expect Jon to come with her. Sansa asked “where will you go?” you not we. She thought he would choose a separate path. She already knew she was going to come back for Winterfell on her own. She told him “I want you to help me, but I will do it myself if I have to.” And she would’ve. It would’ve taken her longer but she would’ve found a different way to come for her home.

4. Jon wanted to ignore the whole Rickon thing because “you don’t know that.” Sansa told him this is real. Sansa realizing there was nothing she could do to save Rickon at the end did not mean she did not care. She just realized “no one can protect anyone.” How the fuck did you guys think she would react seeing Rickon’s dead body? She would faint? She would sob? She had to stare at her dead father’s head. She had to sit through performances where they mocked her brother’s death. She had been bruised, beaten, cut, raped. You think she reacts to everything by wailing? This girl no longer has any tears left to cry.

5. Jon was not going to ask the Wildlings to fight for him. Sansa mentioned it first. 

6. Jon thought he had no right over the Stark name. He was never going to go from house to house and say look I am Ned’s son, lend me your army. It was Sansa who kept telling him over and over again that he is Ned’s son. That the Northern men are loyal they will fight for him. She was foolish and had more faith in their loyalty. And would you fucking look at that, when the asshole Northern houses finally came around, all of a sudden the Stark blood mattered again

7. Sansa wanted Jon to wait for more men. She asked him so many times. In the beginning she trusted Jon’s judgement as a battle commander so she sent the Creep away. When she saw she couldn’t “trust him” she asked the Creep to come back. Until the last night she wanted more NORTHERN men which Jon said they did not have time for. She didn’t fucking want LF around her again. So if Jon was losing the battle because he did not have enough men that was Jon’s fault not Sansa’s. If you are not prepared, don’t go to battle. “I have fought beyond the wall against worse than Ramsay Bolton…” Instead he valued Davos, and even Tormund who had no idea what any of his battle plans meant while putting down all of Sansa’s suggestions. 

8. Littlefinger also gets credit for winning BotB but this is what the piece of shit wanted from day 1 when he handed Sansa to the Boltons. He wanted to take an army to fight the Boltons, he just COULD NOT do it himself because the Vale does not answer to him. They don’t fight for him. The only reason he could get the knights of the vale this time was because SANSA needed them. Just like the Wildlings fought for Jon, Sweetrobin sent the army for his cousin Sansa. 

8. Sansa was NOT UNHAPPY that Jon lived. Sansa haters think if they repeat this enough times it will come true. Read the fucking script! Read it! Here I will even screenshot it for you. 

She looked pissed because Ramsay was getting away. Again she doubted Jon. Doubting him is not a fucking crime. He deserved to be doubted for his poor decisions.

9. Stop making up shit that are not true. 

“Sansa, she does love her brother. And they have had a conflicted past. Over the course of this season they have come to really rely upon each other she doesn’t necessarily trust him completely. She didn’t tell him about the meeting with Littlefinger, she didn’t tell him she summoned the Knights of the Vale. There is definitely a little hint of conflict there. We see that come out in episode 9 where she is at the war council where no one asks her opinion despite the fact that she knows Ramsay better than anyone. So I think there is a little bit of anger about that, little bit jealousy, and that relationship will be crucial to watch.- David Benioff

Let me break it down for you one more time, because clearly one year was not enough for you understand this. Remember when Jon was not mad at Sansa for not telling him about KotV, instead he told her “WE NEED TO TRUST EACH OTHER” and gave her a very beautiful kiss that basically said trust me. It is because he realized at that time the reason Sansa did not tell him about the army was because she did not trust him. It is not a crime. Sansa did not hide the army because she is heartless and didn’t care. She just couldn’t bring herself to fully trust Jon. Jon as a man, as a player, as a commander. Jon wasn’t mad because he didn’t have a right to be mad at her. 


It doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. But it’s just you know typical sibling tension.” - Sophie Turner. 

No matter how hurt Sansa was, despite everything he is all that is left of her family. She loves him. She obviously wouldn’t fucking want him dead. 

11. Maybe Sansa wouldn’t have made it too long without Jon’s help, but Jon surely would’ve died in 6x09 if Sansa did not show up with the army she “summoned.” So yeah she saved his ass. If you are going to blame Sansa for Jon’s misfortune say because of her he ended up fighting another war where he almost died again. If she wasn’t there he would be vacationing somewhere warm, getting a nice tan, waiting for the White Walkers to come and end it all. She gave him a reason to fight again and he almost lost his life (which he would’ve eventually anyways with WWs coming and all). 

Last but not least, if none of this got through to you please make your own anti Sansa posts to write your own outrageous arguments. Keep it in your own hateful circle. Just like Fox news and Trump, you will realize you have many, many fans. Stop annoying us, we have better things to do than fact check your lies one by one. 

** p.s- In case some Jon fan feels hurt, this is not about belittling Jon, or taking away Jon’s contribution, this is about giving Sansa the credit she deserves for her part (which people always seem to forget). 

You Deserve More Than Me- Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are King Stevens beloved little sister, who is hopelessly in love with his best friend High Duke James. The only problem is James refuses to see you when he gets home from battle.

Message- I promise tomorrow will be a chapter from one of my stories. Probably Chapter 3 of Fire and Ice. I just kinda got inspired to write this today, but I did work on a bunch of other chapters for my other fics to! Also, should I do a part 2 to this?

Word Count- 1580

“I am to be married.” Your brother Steve says as he sits down next to you.

“To who? I have not heard any news of you courting anyone. I thought you said you would never marry, not after what happened to Peggy?” You ask as you lean against your brother.

“Her name is Princess Natasha, its necessary, this union will end the war.” He whispers. “I-I don’t think Peg would mind. Do you?”

“No, no. She wouldn’t. She’s been gone for five years now. She would want you to move on, to be happy.” You say as you pull your older brother into a hug.

“She was the love of my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever move on from that.” He murmurs into your shoulder.

“Even if you do not love your wife, you can still be a kind and caring husband.” You say as you run your fingers through his hair.

“You are right, as always.” Your brother mumbles. “Now that the war is ending, Bucky will be returning home.” That makes you perk up a bit. It was no secret to your brother, that you held affections for his closest friend. “Perhaps the both of us will be married before the year is out.” Steve joked.

“Ha ha, you are hilarious, brother. We both know Bucky always saw me as a child.” You say.

“You have grown up in the years he has been gone, I am sure he will notice.” Steve says.

“Perhaps.” You murmur. “Read to me, I am too tired to do it myself and it will distract you from your impending wedding date.”

“What book?” Your brother asks as you snuggle into his side even more.

“I don’t care.” You murmur and your brother laughs as he grabs a book off the table. Then he starts to read the book and eventually you drift off to sleep.

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I’ve always thought that a Stony!The Mummy AU would be awesome and I’ve talked about it quite a few times. This night, I felt like writing something and this popped into my mind! 

“Are you sure this man knows where the city of the dead is?” Tony asked, glancing up at the Cairo prison warily before eyeing Clint.

“I’m pretty sure,” Clint assured Tony, beckoning Tony to follow him as they approached the front gates. “A friend of mine told me that he had been found near there.”

“On his own?” Tony questioned, nodding politely to the guard who opened the gate for them. “That would be a stupid thing to do.”

Clint snickered but shook his head. “Nope, he was a captain of a foreign legion,” He stopped in his tracks for a moment before looking around. “He was captured by the enemy…well, his enemy.”

“Shame.” Tony murmured, his eyes softening sadly.

“Indeed.” Clint agreed.

After locating the warden and asking for the captain, Steve Rogers was his name, they were escorted over to his cell.

“I’ve gotta warn you,” The warden said, his English heavily accented. “He’s a feisty one,” He then frowned deeply. “Knocked two of my men out before we managed to pin him down.”

Tony didn’t have time to react to that surprising fact when the door behind the cell opened and a man was dragged out, grunting. His hands were in front of him, cuffed, and he was struggling against the slowly weakening holds of the guards.

Well the captain has seen better days, Tony thought as he took in the man’s tattered form. His hair was past his shoulders, dirty blonde, and extremely tangled. He had a full beard of the same color, probably darkened from dust and dirt. He was brought down to kneel, another loud grunt escaping his lips, before he looked up at them with startlingly clear blue eyes.

Steve Rogers looked tense, all muscle bunched up like a tiger who was about to pounce at any chance he could.

Tony took a cautious step forward, unaware of Clint who outstretched his arm a little, having gone into protection mode. Tony took another step before shaking his head slightly, finding it a little humorous and appaling that he was treating this man like he was a dangerous animal.

He did look like one, in a way, with narrowing eyes and a frown marring his features.

Tony needed to talk to this man though and went to bend down in front of him before a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, Tony realized that it was Clint’s.

“Don’t worry,” Clint said, his voice serious. “I’ve got it.”

Tony pouted, displeased but barely noticed Steve watching him before he turned his attention to Clint.

“So,” Clint said, squatting in front of the bars. “Hamunaptra? You know it?”

“Who’s asking?” Steve asked roughly, his voice deep and hoarse.

“I am,” Clint then gestured to Tony. “We are, we want to know where it is.”

“Why?” Steve looked genuinely curious. “Most people who go there never come out alive.” A bitter laugh then fell from his lips. “Except for me.”

“Well we’ve never shied away from an adventure,” Clint grinned. “Besides, you’d be making Tony here very happy,”

“Clint.” Tony warned and Steve looked at him once again, holding his gaze, until Tony suddenly found his shoes awfully interesting. Why on earth did his cheeks feel warm all of a sudden?

“So, will you help?” Clint asked, hoping for a positive response.

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding his head over to Tony. “I’d like to speak with him before I decide anything.”

Tony looked up, eyes widened slightly while Clint shook his head.

“No, this is between you and me-” Clint began, a tinge of protest in his voice but Tony pushed him aside, uncaring of the loud yelp that Clint gave as he met the ground.

Steve and Tony stared at each other for the fourth time in ten minutes. Tony did his best to not look away, meeting Steve’s gaze dead on.

A few moments passed and Steve finally spoke, “Why should I help you?”

“Because you want to.” Tony stated.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Listen,” Tony started. “I don’t know if you’re a good man or not but I do know that you have the same thirst for adventure that my brother and I do.” He then smiled. “You wouldn’t deprive a fellow adventurer an experience of a lifetime, you’d feel bad.”

At that, Steve laughed and it was oddly nice to hear without the bitterness swirled in.

“You don’t know me at all.” Steve told him and Tony shrugged.

“It’s true, I don’t,” Tony admitted. “But I need this and you’d be doing me a huge favour.”

Those words hung between them, and Tony stayed quiet as he allowed Steve to soak up those words. It was then he sighed before lifting up a hand and gesturing Tony closer.

“No, closer.” He commanded when Tony wasn’t near enough and Tony moved in until the unexpected happened.

A warm and rough hand grabbed his chin before pulling him in for a hard kiss. Tony’s breath hitched, too stunned to do anything. Steve’s lips were chapped but feel hot against his own, a swipe of tongue on his bottom lip that sent Tony’s mind reeling.

It felt like forever but it was only a few seconds before Clint dragged Tony, yelling at the man as the guards hit Steve on the back.

“Then get me out of here!” Steve shouted before he forced out of the holding cell.

“Tony, are you alright?” Clint asked, alarmed and checking him over but Tony wasn’t listening. He was busy replaying the kiss in his mind, passionate and so much like a lover’s. It had been a long time since he been kissed like that and he found himself short of breath.

But he was soon brought back to reality when he heard,

“Bring him to the execution stand!” The warden yelled, enraged and Tony knew he had to save Steve, no matter what the cost.

I know we’ve said our final goodbye but every time I start to come to the realization that this is it, my heart starts to beat faster, my eyes tear up and my head gets fuzzy. I have to lie to myself, saying it wasn’t the last time, to keep control of myself, to keep me from breaking apart.

when i see people going “su hasn’t explained ____ yet four seasons in… they’re never gonna do it” i just think about how adventure time has continuously teased a resolution for the “where did finn come from” storyline since the inception of the show and didn’t fully explain it until this year with the 250th episode. only now in the eighth season (of nine), over 250 episodes in, does it feel like we have answers for a majority of the questions raised in the first ten or so episodes of adventure time