where they are both in a cave

20 Behind-The-Scenes Facts About Pirates Of The Caribbean.

1. During the filming of On Stranger Tides, Johnny Depp spent over $60,000 out of his own pocket to buy waterproof jackets for 500 crew members to protect them from the cold, wet weather. 

2. While filming in London in October 2010, Johnny Depp received a letter from a local 9-year old schoolgirl, telling him her classmates needed help to ‘mutiny’ against her teachers. He turned up with almost no warning at the school in full Sparrow outfit, but advised against mutiny. 

3. In Curse Of The Black Pearl, Johnny Depp improvised many of his lines, including the notorious, “Bring me that horizon,” and Jack Sparrow’s catch phrase, “Savvy?" 

4. Depp and Verbinski have a funny way of describing Jack running away from danger. They both compared it to a “lizard running on water.” Looking back at pirates of the caribbean, we can totally see where they’re coming from.

5. The cast and crew walked away from filming with tons of “treasure.” When production wrapped, many of the people who worked on the film (including Johnny Depp) picked props out from the treasure cave to take home. According to Verbinski, not a single one of the cursed coins was left behind.

6. Geoffrey Rush was afraid that people wouldn’t notice him on screen when he and Keira Knightley were in the same scene. He came up with a solution, however. He thought that viewers watched films the same way they read books - from left to right - and thus, tried to be on the left side of the shot as much as possible so that people would notice him before they noticed Keira. 

7. Robert De Niro was originally offered the role of Captain Jack Sparrow. However, he turned down the role because he thought that the film would do poorly in box offices. 

8. Keira Knightley was only 17 years old when they started shooting the first Pirates Of The Caribbean. Because she was a minor, her mother had to accompany her to all of the shooting locations. 

9. Johnny Depp’s character, Captain Jack, is portrayed as having gold teeth in the film. The gold teeth were actually Depp’s idea, but he predicted that executives would want fewer gold teeth than he wanted. So Depp told his dentist to implant extra gold teeth as a bargaining tool. After negotiations with the film executives, Sparrow’s final number of gold teeth in the film was what Depp had envisioned all along. 

10. If you pay attention throughout The Curse Of The Black Pearl, there is a scab on Jack Sparrow’s chin that gradually gets bigger and bigger. Many thought that it was a mistake, but Depp revealed later that his was a prank he and his makeup artist had thought of together. 

11. Clothing and smears of charcoal were used to conceal Johnny Depp’s numerous tattoos. The "Jack Sparrow” tattoo on his arm in the movie is a fake, but he actually got a real replica after finishing the film, in honor of his son Jack. 

12. Originally, Johnny Depp wanted Jack Sparrow to have no nose and be afraid of silly things like pepper and the common cold. Disney rejected the idea.

 13. Jack Sparrow is known for his outrageous face makeup, but he didn’t start with that look. While filming in a cave, excessive makeup was added to all of the characters so they wouldn’t looked washed out on film. When the crew realised how cool the makeup looked on Johnny Depp, they continued to use it on him for the rest of the movie. 

14. The moment when Elizabeth kissed Jack Sparrow in Dead Man’s Chest was purposefully cut out of Orlando Bloom’s script so that the cameras could get a genuine, shocked reaction from him. 

15. The fourth installation, On Stranger Tides, was the most expensive film ever made at the time, not adjusted for inflation. The budget ran to $300,000,000. That’s more than the budget of all three Lord Of The Rings films combined.

16. Johnny Depp based his performance on Keith Richards because he thought that pirates were just 18th century versions of rockstars. 

17. The names of the three main characters are all related to birds: Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, and William Turner, who was a famous ornithologist. 

18. The scene where Orlando Bloom impersonates Johnny Depp’s performance was devised by Bloom who asked producer Jerry Bruckheimer if he could put it into the movie. 

19. According to the screenwriters’ commentary on the DVD, Will Turner is actually the best swordsman in the film, Barbossa and Commodore Norrington are evenly matched, and Jack Sparrow is the worst. 

20. During filming of On Stranger Tides in London a 'Jack Sparrow’ impersonator just walked onto the set. The guards did not think to ask for any ID as he looked so much like the character. 

anonymous asked:

Hey amy! I just lost my dog, so i've had a bad week. Got any cute headcanons about Dami and his numerous pets?

  • I’m going to go ahead and assume that Damian names his favorite bats from the cave, and since Damian’s record on pet names is all over the place– some of them (Goliath, Titus) are dignified, while others (Batcow, Spotty the rat from B&R 13) are definitely not– I imagine the bat names get pretty interesting.
  • Damian: Antigone, Bonaparte, Ulysses, Jezebel, Scheherazade
  • Also Damian: Rita, Earl, Capitalism, Lemon, Bagel Bite
  • Alfred the cat has spyware in his collar. So far it’s been a useful and multipurpose investment, good for eavesdropping on both one’s family and unsuspecting criminals loitering in the parts of the city where a stray cat would go unnoticed. Conveniently, that is most of the city.
  • Titus sleeps at the end of Damian’s bed, for the death nightmares. It helps to have someone to hug.
  • There are also geese on the Manor grounds– they come in and out of the pond on the east side of the property– and Damian has been feeding them Cool Ranch Doritos for the past month as part of an experimental plot. That’s Tim’s brand of chips; if everything goes according to plan, the next time Tim takes a picnic lunch, he’ll be swarmed by expectant geese. It’s going to be hilarious.

anonymous asked:

Boyf riends headcanons??

YES! Okay: 

- INSIDE JOKES: The two have a whole book of inside jokes, and often times, they will fall into fits of giggles while the others look on with confused looks. 

- Contact Ringtones: The two have specific ringtones set for each other

- Failed Movie Nights: At least twice a week, the two try to have a movie night, but they always end up playing video games instead. 

- Shared Clothes: Well, it’s more that Jeremy gets cold very easily, and he’s got a whole drawer of Michael’s jackets/hoodies. It’s so bad that Jeremy has scolded Michael multiple times for walking around during winter with a light jacket, and Michael only replies by motioning to one of his jackets currently being worn by Jeremy. 

- Silent Conversations: The two are masters at communicating solely with their eyes; it freaks the others out to no end. 

- Lunchtime Sharing: Jeremy is incapable of getting to school on time with a lunch, so Michael packs extra and shares his with Jeremy. 

- College Dreams: Michael wants to major in music, and Jeremy has no idea what he wants to do. However, he toys around with minoring in music just so he and Michael can have more classes together. 

- College Experiences: Jeremy gets sucked into the glory of a frat house, and for a while, he begins to act like how he did with the SQUIP. Michael is not having this bullshit, and he snaps Jeremy out of this “trance” in a brutal way: “if you don’t stop, I’m leaving for good.”

- Jeremy and Michael often joke about wedding plans, but when not together, the two secretly look up what the other wants. “Is it normal to walk down the aisle to Bob Marley?” “Pinterest: Video Game Themed Weddings.” 

- If the two aren’t physically together, others freak out. 

- When the two argue, both end up caving after an hour of not talking. 

- Michael often jokes that he would give his life for Jeremy, but when he pushes Jeremy out of the way of a speeding car and gets really hurt, Jeremy finally realizes the depth behind those jokes. 

- The two often bump into old middle school teachers who always tell them that they knew the two would end up together. 

- Behind his bagging clothes, Michael is actually very built, and Jeremy counts down the days to summer where he can see Michael shirtless more often. 

Korrasami is canon.

You can celebrate it, embrace it, accept it, get over it, or whatever you feel the need to do, but there is no denying it. That is the official story. We received some wonderful press in the wake of the series finale at the end of last week, and just about every piece I read got it right: Korra and Asami fell in love. Were they friends? Yes, and they still are, but they also grew to have romantic feelings for each other.

Was Korrasami “endgame,” meaning, did we plan it from the start of the series? No, but nothing other than Korra’s spiritual arc was. Asami was a duplicitous spy when Mike and I first conceived her character. Then we liked her too much so we reworked the story to keep her in the dark regarding her father’s villainous activities. Varrick and Zhu Li weren’t originally planned to end up as a couple either, but that’s where we took the story/where the story took us. That’s how writing works the vast majority of the time. You give these characters life and then they tell you what they want to do.

I have bragging rights as the first Korrasami shipper (I win!). As we wrote Book 1, before the audience had ever laid eyes on Korra and Asami, it was an idea I would kick around the writers’ room. At first we didn’t give it much weight, not because we think same-sex relationships are a joke, but because we never assumed it was something we would ever get away with depicting on an animated show for a kids network in this day and age, or at least in 2010.

Makorra was only “endgame” as far as the end of Book 1. Once we got into Book 2 we knew we were going to have them break up, and we never planned on getting them back together. Sorry, friends. I like Mako too, and I am sure he will be just fine in the romance department. He grew up and learned about himself through his relationships with Asami and Korra, and he’s a better person for it, and he’ll be a better partner for whomever he ends up with.

Once Mako and Korra were through, we focused on developing Korra and Asami’s relationship. Originally, it was primarily intended to be a strong friendship. Frankly, we wanted to set most of the romance business aside for the last two seasons. Personally, at that point I didn’t want Korra to have to end up with someone at the end of series. We obviously did it in Avatar, but even that felt a bit forced to me. I’m usually rolling my eyes when that happens in virtually every action film, “Here we go again…” It was probably around that time that I came across this quote from Hayao Miyazaki:

“I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live - if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.”

I agree with him wholeheartedly, especially since the majority of the examples in media portray a female character that is little more than a trophy to be won by the male lead for his derring-do. So Mako and Korra break the typical pattern and end up respecting, admiring, and inspiring each other. That is a resolution I am proud of.

However, I think there needs to be a counterpart to Miyazaki’s sentiment: Just because two characters of the same sex appear in the same story, it should not preclude the possibility of a romance between them. No, not everyone is queer, but the other side of that coin is that not everyone is straight. The more Korra and Asami’s relationship progressed, the more the idea of a romance between them organically blossomed for us. However, we still operated under this notion, another “unwritten rule,” that we would not be allowed to depict that in our show. So we alluded to it throughout the second half of the series, working in the idea that their trajectory could be heading towards a romance.

But as we got close to finishing the finale, the thought struck me: How do I know we can’t openly depict that? No one ever explicitly said so. It was just another assumption based on a paradigm that marginalizes non-heterosexual people. If we want to see that paradigm evolve, we need to take a stand against it. And I didn’t want to look back in 20 years and think, “Man, we could have fought harder for that.” Mike and I talked it over and decided it was important to be unambiguous about the intended relationship.

We approached the network and while they were supportive there was a limit to how far we could go with it, as just about every article I read accurately deduced. It was originally written in the script over a year ago that Korra and Asami held hands as they walked into the spirit portal. We went back and forth on it in the storyboards, but later in the retake process I staged a revision where they turned towards each other, clasping both hands in a reverential manner, in a direct reference to Varrick and Zhu Li’s nuptial pose from a few minutes prior. We asked Jeremy Zuckerman to make the music tender and romantic, and he fulfilled the assignment with a sublime score. I think the entire last two-minute sequence with Korra and Asami turned out beautiful, and again, it is a resolution of which I am very proud. I love how their relationship arc took its time, through kindness and caring. If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

Was it a slam-dunk victory for queer representation? I think it falls short of that, but hopefully it is a somewhat significant inching forward. It has been encouraging how well the media and the bulk of the fans have embraced it. Sadly and unsurprisingly, there are also plenty of people who have lashed out with homophobic vitriol and nonsense. It has been my experience that by and large this kind of mindset is a result of a lack of exposure to people whose lives and struggles are different from one’s own, and due to a deficiency in empathy––the latter being a key theme in Book 4. (Despite what you might have heard, bisexual people are real!) I have held plenty of stupid notions throughout my life that were planted there in any number of ways, or even grown out of my own ignorance and flawed personality. Yet through getting to know people from all walks of life, listening to the stories of their experiences, and employing some empathy to try to imagine what it might be like to walk in their shoes, I have been able to shed many hurtful mindsets. I still have a long way to go, and I still have a lot to learn. It is a humbling process and hard work, but nothing on the scale of what anyone who has been marginalized has experienced. It is a worthwhile, lifelong endeavor to try to understand where people are coming from.

There is the inevitable reaction, “Mike and Bryan just caved in to the fans.” Well, which fans? There were plenty of Makorra shippers out there, so if we had gone back on our decision and gotten those characters back together, would that have meant we caved in to those fans instead? Either direction we went, there would inevitably be a faction that was elated and another that was devastated. Trust me, I remember Kataang vs. Zutara. But one of those directions is going to be the one that feels right to us, and Mike and I have always made both Avatar and Korra for us, first and foremost. We are lucky that so many other people around the world connect with these series as well. Tahno playing trombone––now that was us caving in to the fans!

But this particular decision wasn’t only done for us. We did it for all our queer friends, family, and colleagues. It is long overdue that our media (including children’s media) stops treating non-heterosexual people as nonexistent, or as something merely to be mocked. I’m only sorry it took us so long to have this kind of representation in one of our stories.

I’ll wrap this up with some incredible words that Mike and I received in a message from a former Korra crew member. He is a deeply religious person who devotes much of his time and energy not only to his faith, but also to helping young people. He and I may have starkly different belief systems, but it is heartwarming and encouraging that on this issue we are aligned in a positive, progressive direction:

“I’ve read enough reviews to get a sense of how it affected people. One very well-written article in Vanity Fair called it subversive (in a good way, of course)… I would say a better word might be “healing.” I think your finale was healing for a lot of people who feel outside or on the fringes, or that their love and their journey is somehow less real or valuable than someone else’s… That it’s somehow less valid. I know quite a few people in that position, who have a lifetime of that on their shoulders, and in one episode of television you both relieved and validated them. That’s healing in my book.”

Love,

Bryan

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Shu- The King of Laziness would want as little movement as possible when he had you in his arms. The two of you would often face each other, your noses and lips nearly touching, his hand in your hair. He would leave you enough room to move your arms which you took great advantage of. Your hand would find its way upward to trace the outline of his face. He would watch you with a small smile as you did so, or if he was particularly tired, he would hum as he relaxed into your touch. Sometimes though, you would share hushed words whether they be loving or dirty is up to the both of you.

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🌳 What are THRESHOLDS? 🌳

Thresholds are border areas where one force, power, or element encounters another. These meeting areas are potentially the most highly magically charged of all. Thresholds exist everywhere: the seashore, that transitional area where ocean meets land; the foot of mountains, where land begins to rise; and caves, the subterranean thresholds between Earth’s outer and inner powers. There are architectural thresholds: doors and windows. There are thresholds in time: twilight and dawn, where an incoming power approaches before the out-going power has completely dispersed. Life cycles are thresholds: the birth of a new baby, particularly a first child whose birth transforms someone into a parent. Death is a threshold between one existence and the next. Someone who lingers in a halflife is described as having a foot in both worlds, straddling the threshold. Any transformative ritual is defined as a threshold, by virtue of its very capacity to transform. There are thresholds on the body: the mouth is the threshold between thought and speech. Thresholds are simultaneously the areas of greatest magical potential and also of extreme vulnerability. A vast percentage of protective amulets, rituals, and spells are designed to guard thresholds and the transformative process. In fact, every magic spell can be perceived as a transformative threshold, from a past that has left something to be desired toward the future that the spell hopefully produces. Most thresholds consist of a simple boundary: with one foot you stand inside the house, with another you stand outside. If your feet are small enough and your balance is good, you can stand poised, neither inside, nor outside. With one foot you stand in the river or ocean, with the other, you stand on the land. The ancient Egyptians called their country “the land of the red and the black,” because there was a distinct division, a visible dividing line between the black fertile land of Nile silt and the stark red land of the desert. You could literally stand with one foot in each color. Each color also typified a different kind of magic and a different spiritual ruler. The black belonged to Osiris, with his arts of orderly civilization; red belonged to his brother Seth, anarchic, chaotic Lord of Magic. These are simple boundaries: you can hop from one to the other. There are also expanded, exponentially super-magically charged thresholds.

If Romeo and Juliet had taken it slow nothing at all would have changed. Juliet is aware that they are being too hasty (“Although I enjoy in thee, / I have no joy of this contract tonight. / It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden. / Too like the lightning which doth cease to be / Ere one can say “it lightens!”) And yet she pops the question only a few lines later, and thank god she did.

If she had actually left Romeo “unsatisfied” in the balcony scene—if she had decided that they should wait before considering marriage, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that Tybalt would have looked for Romeo the next day. Romeo would have been banished anyway, because the tragedy isn’t caused by Romeo and Juliet’s precipitate love: it is caused by the violence, the hatred, and the prejudice of the feud.

A slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have saved Romeo from banishment. And a slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have changed the fact that Capulet sold Juliet to Paris. She would have had to marry him anyway. The only difference would have been that if she weren’t married to Romeo, but still in love with him, I doubt that Friar Laurence would have agreed to help her escape. Why bother breaking the rules, hurting Juliet’s parents by faking her death, just because Juliet didn’t feel like doing her duty? She would have had only two options left: either unwanted marriage or death. Looking at her words right after meeting Romeo, she seems determined to choose a husband on her own, or otherwise she will have none of it. (“If he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed.”)

And if they just hadn’t fallen in love at all, I believe it would have been the same: Romeo would have been banished and, without Juliet’s help, I doubt he would have survived long. He’s just not good at coping with pain and oppression—he needs affection. He needs people to take care of him. I think he would have ended up killing himself anyway, because he is terrified by the concept of isolation. (Or perhaps if he had never even attended Capulet’s party, he wouldn’t have had to fight Tybalt the day after. Perhaps he could have survived for a while—but how long? Look at Benvolio. He ended up unwillingly fighting Tybalt in the first scene. How long would it have taken for Romeo to take part in a fight? I think the point of the play is that they just can’t elude the feud, no matter how hard they try: it drags everyone down sooner or later.)

And if they hadn’t fallen in love at all, Juliet would have never become the powerful, intelligent, lively girl we know. She would have been this docile daughter who allows her parents to command her life: “I’ll look to like, if looking liking move, / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” Now compare those lines with the way she speaks in the balcony scene. (“Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, / Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies / And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine / With repetition of ‘my Romeo!’”, “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep; the more I give to thee / The more I have, for both are infinite.”) She feels limitless. She feels free. But looking at Paris’ attitude in the friar’s cell, I think she would have been very miserable had she ended up marrying him. He just couldn’t care less about her feelings and opinions.

Yes, Romeo and Juliet behaved hastily, and I’m glad they did, because at least they could be happy and free for just a few days before the despotism of their society devoured them.

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Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback


You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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He was telling about a recently failed relationship when his friend drew an odd but interesting analogy. Talking about this ex-love, she said “She sounds like she was a snorkeler, not a scuba diver.”
He was confused. “I don’t get what you’re saying.”
“A snorkeler is content to float just below the surface of the water, looking at whatever pretty fish and reefs are within sight. At any sign of danger they can swim back to the boat and get out quickly.
“But the scuba diver wants to go deep because they know that’s where the really interesting things live. To do that though you’ve got to be willing to learn how to use and wear heavy equipment. Plus we all know diving into the depths can sometimes be very dangerous.
“I believe for real loves, the long lasting loves, even just the ones that are memorable and important to our growth, both of you need to be scuba divers. To make it real, to make a bond last and genuinely mean something, you’ve both got to be willing to put on the ‘equipment’ and go deep.” She smiled “Most of all, you have to have the courage and curiosity to swim into the caves and the darkness down there where the big ones live.
—  Jonathan Carroll

anonymous asked:

Ok I know Halloween was a lifetime ago, but could you consider writing abt test of courage in high school!RFA, V & Saeran included? With MC ending up their partner? I think in Japan they have this kind of a school activity. Cue: accidental (or not) handholding, maybe hugs, furious blushing afterwards :3

Cute prompt! Hope you like it:) 


Zen:

  • You were peer-pressured into participating in the test of courage
  • You were told just to pick a partner, and Zen not so subtly scoots next to you
  • “Oh, MC, you do not have a partner? What a coincidence. Me neither!”
  • The first few minutes into the cave where the test was held was not bad
  • There were cheesily masked teachers and bad decorations
  • But Zen kept asking if you were scared….and you really weren’t
  • You’re halfway through when you trip on a loose stone and stumble into his arms
  • He thinks you latched onto him because you had seen some frightening message on the wall
  • But really you were using to balance yourself
  • That didn’t use it as an excuse to keep holding onto his arm
  • You’re almost to the end and you actually see a light when someone in a cheap ghost costume pops out at you
  • It’s the only time you two actually scream and hug each other
  • You have one of those awkward untangling moments before walking out
  • You didn’t let go of his hand for the rest of the day though

Yoosung:

  • He just randomly agreed to do it and picked a stick to find his partner
  • When he found out it was you, he started to low key get nervous because he had the biggest crush on you
  • You two start out and there is a huge silence for a little bit
  • But then he starts rambling…
  • “Are you scared? If you get scared, feel free to hold onto me. When I get scared, sometimes I like to imagine that….”
  • He’s talking so much that when a teacher pops out and says “boo!” he doesn’t even notice
  • You guys progress through the scary house and it’s actually getting creepy
  • Just as you’re about to grab his hand, someone pops out in a matted gorilla suit
  • You guys hear a familiar voice going “hoo-ha-hoo-ha!”
  • Yoosung starts yelling at Seven
  • Seven pulls off mask and starts whispering loudly how he’s trying to play wingman for Yoosung
  • “But why are you in a gorilla suit!”
  • “Look…the school budget was low, okay?”
  • At this point, you burst out laughing
  • You’re not looking where you’re going and stumble sideways into Yoosung’s arms
  • Seven gives you both a thumbs up before disappearing
  • The experience may not have been what Yoosung wanted, but seeing your bright smile at the end made it worth it

Jaehee:

  • You two chose each other right away because you both are super close
  • Jaehee is surprisingly antsy through the whole thing
  • It wasn’t the scenery that got her, it was just having things jumping out of dark threw her off
  • You knew you had to do something when she almost judo flipped a teacher  
  • You started to do different impressions of the other RFA members
  • “Don’t worry, Jaehee! I’ll protect you!” You say in your best Zen impression
  • This gets her giggling and makes her less uptight
  • She returned the favor when the place actually did start to get eerie, making you a bit on edge
  • She linked her arm with yours when she saw you flinch
  • She didn’t let go as you went through the worst part
  • Even when you left the cave, you still didn’t realize your arms were still linked
  • Oh well….you guys skip around sillily looking at the other attractions together

Jumin:

  • Your entire class was told to pick partners
  • It all happened so fast that you and Jumin were the only ones looking around dazed
  • So your teachers just threw you together and pushed you forward first  with nothing but two candles to light the way
  • He’s analyzing all the jumpscares
  • Goes so far as to give you psychological facts about when and where things are placed to make a full effect
  • At some point, your candle gets blown out
  • As he’s trying to relight it with his own, his also gets blown out….leaving you both in a haunted cave in the dark
  • You suggest to hold hands so you don’t get lost
  • You notice Jumin uncharacteristically stammering whenever he speaks to you now
  • Poor guy is just super nervous being so close to you
  • Meanwhile, a volunteering student waiting behind the scenes are expecting candles…so one of them ended up tripping over Jumin’s shoe in the dark, toppling him over
  • All you hear is, “Boo–AHHH!”
  • Someone comes over with a light
  • The student is trying to get up but he keeps slipping on the wet rocks, and Jumin is just so done so he’s just laying on the ground looking dead inside
  • After that whole mess is over and you two are finally outside, you start laughing over the whole thing
  • “Sorry that happened to you though, Jumin.”
  • “I wouldn’t have minded if it were you who had fallen into my arms.”
  • “W-what’s that supposed to mean?” 
  • “Oh look…they have cotton candy over there.”

Seven:

  • Your class had to pull sticks…and you certainly weren’t his partner
  • Oh, well. He could fix that
  • A few bribes later and you two were walking in together
  • He’s liked you for awhile, so he’s really trying to impress you
  • Speaking of bribes, he also got information from the students running the test of courage
  • He knew exactly what would pop out and when so he didn’t end up screaming like a baby
  • You do get scared at most of the things, but you end up laughing at yourself right after
  • Which gets him laughing too, so you’re just both stumbling through in laughter
  • Unfortunately, one of the students didn’t get Seven’s bribe memo
  • He jumped out near the end with a legitimately scary costume and fake blood
  • You and Seven scream at the top of your lungs
  • You two are clutching onto to each other for dear life as you stumble back into a corner
  • You both just stay there in a moment of shock as the student disappears behind the scenes again
  • You start giggling, “I’m pretty sure your scream was higher than mine, Seven…”
  • “What? No! It was the–er–echo!”
  • At this point, you guys were at the end anyway so you walk out together…holding hands
  • You don’t even remember when he grabbed your hand, but you weren’t complaining

Saeran:

  • When it was time to choose partners, no one in the class wanted to pair up with Saeran
  • Even though he seemed like he didn’t care, you felt bad and came to stand beside him
  • He really wasn’t scared of any of the teachers or students jumping out of the dark
  • If anything, they were scared of him
  • They’d pop out with a scary sound, he would glare, and they would retreat
  • You guys get to the middle, and you’re actually starting to feel a little uneasy
  • You want to hold Saeran’s hand, but you’re not sure how he’d feel about it
  • But its getting darker, and you two can’t get separated
  • You slowly reach out for his hand and take it
  • Surprisingly, he doesn’t object
  • He’s actually trying to comfort you, explaining that there’s nothing to be scared of since there’s just the teachers and the scared feeling is just a mind trick
  • When you leave, you try to let go of his hand, but he doesn’t let you
  • He doesn’t say anything and appears casual, but he’s holding onto your hand tightly for most of the day

V:

  • He could tell you wanted to go in
  • But he could also tell you didn’t want to go in alone, so he offered himself
  • You actually have the time of your life, not because of the atmosphere, but because of V
  • He was usually calm and collected, but he kept flinching every time there was a jumpscare
  • You found it very cute
  • When you boldly pointed it out to him, you could see a slight blush creep into his cheeks
  • You find it really funny how his conversations are
  • You two are in the middle of the dark in some eerie place
  • And V starts talking about different philosophies and the meaning of life
  • It’s all very endearing
  • You somehow manage to slip your hand into his somewhere along the way
  • At first he’s a little tense, but by the end he’s holding onto your hand firmly 

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A love among the ruins pt 1

Cr.

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader.

Genre: Royalty AU

Summary: As a maid working for the royal family, it is your job to serve those who are above you. You know the rules and are supposed to keep them, however said rules become harder and harder to follow when put into actual practice.

Word count: 1876

Note: Seeing as this is only the prologue, there it’s pretty tame compared to what’s coming. Just mentions of sex in this one. However, there will be full blown explicit smut later on in the series, as it helps to progress the plot. Just giving a fair warning to anyone who may not like that sort of thing.

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I.

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop–
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country’s very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.
Robert Browning, Love among the ruins


If anyone were to find out what was happening you were sure they would not believe you when you said it wasn’t your intentions. You were much like everyone else in your village; not of noble blood, not particularly beautiful or intelligent, but you wanted to serve. Like every young girl or boy you had been brought up to practically worship the royal family, learning how to make their lives more comfortable and to how pay your respect on the odd occasion they would travel down to your village. However not once did you question why you did it, it was simply was what it was: they were there to rule, and you were there to serve.

Being exposed to this lifestyle so early you knew not to question it, why would you? Everything that was said to you, shown to you, read to you practically oozed the dominance the family had built around themselves, and so it was only natural for you to only focus on them. As the years passed, you became more and more interested in the family that resided in the castle above your village, curious as to what the people you had heard so much about were really like. So, being the ambitious girl you had been, you worked as hard as you could; not only to reach the standard where you could  achieve your family’s recognition and pride, but also the admiration of the village. Receiving only encouragement from the people around you only served to fuel your desire for success, nothing being ‘too much work’ and easily cast aside what would be considered important for youth like yourself.

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“Hey Sammy!” Dean’s boots were heavy on the staircase. “Just gotta, uhh, grab somethin’,” he said, rushing towards the hallway that led to his room. “This is Y/N by the way,” he said over his shoulder. 

Sam looked up at the sound of your footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi,” you said, stopping dead in your tracks. You expected Dean to have a good looking brother but wow… Sam was tall and handsome, and there was something kind and warm about his eyes.

Sam could feel himself gaping at you. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhh… Hey.” There was a long silence where both of you searched for something to say. Sam was coming up empty, and just trying not to be obvious about staring at you.

“So, this is the bat cave, huh?” You looked around, rocking a little nervously on your feet. “Nice.”

He managed an awkward laugh, running a hand through his long hair. “Yeah. Yeah… it’s someplace to crash,” he said with a smile.

You felt a peculiar fluttering in your stomach as you looked at him and were able to return the smile. Just when you were searching for something else to say Dean came bustling back out.

“Alright. Let’s roll,” he said.

You held your hand out. “Cough it up, Winchester,” you said.

Dean begrudgingly dropped 50 dollars in your outstretched hand and you grinned a pleased smile at him. “Thank you!” You pocketed it. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before betting against me.” You flashed another smile at Sam and he nearly staggered back from the spark in your eyes. “Nice to meet you finally, Sam.”

“Yeah! Yeah…” He trailed off as you strode out. “You too…”

“See you later, Sammy. We’re going back to the bar to play some more pool.”

“Dean! Wait.” Sam lowered his voice as his brother approached. “That’s your pool buddy?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam squinted at him. “Uh huh… And, uhh,” he cleared his throat. “You two–”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam. “What?”

Sam looked extremely uncomfortable. “Well… you know… you two are–?”

Dean smirked at his brother. “Are what, Sammy? Spit it out.”

Sam glared at him. “You… You know what–Dean,” he said.

Dean chuckled and finally decided to put Sam out of his misery. “We’re not doin’ the deed, so batter up, cowboy!” He wiggled his eyebrows at his brother and punched him in the arm.

“Are you coming or what? Those assholes aren’t going to hustle themselves!” you called down from the stairs.

“Coming!” Dean called, and with a final wink at Sam, both you and he disappeared through the heavy from door.

Never told us (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  Could you do something where Damian has been childhood sweethearts with the reader since like middle school and he doesn’t tell his brothers, and one day him and the reader are making out and the brothers walk in and are really confused and like, “WHAT?!” +  Damian invites reader over to help her with her math homework, she gets so happy after getting a problem right she tackles damian in a kiss, Tim walks in at the wrong time, Tim sprints outta the room yelling and Damian cHASES him down embarassd,
Summary: The family finds out that Damian has been dating someone for a while and hasn’t told them.
Word count: 500
Warning(s): none 

You and Damian had been together since the early days of middle school, in secret of course. You were now in high school. His family knew you, they all thought you were friends, you often came to the manor to do homework or get tutored and no one suspected a thing. To think that a group of detectives couldn’t tell was quite funny.

You were at the manor today yet again. You couldn’t understand how to do a couple of math problems so Damian of course, was there to help. Equation after equation, you just couldn’t fully get it. Damian was as calm as ever, explaining again and again, trying to make sure you understand it.

You were doing an equation, your boyfriend calmly observing as you do. Suddenly you jump up, sitting on Damians lap, and kissing his face all over, “Beloved?” He asks in utter shock. “I DID IT!” You yell, taking Damian’s lips into a heated kiss. He wraps his hands around your waist, smiling into the kiss, when his door suddenly opens. “What’s with all the commotion…Oh wow,” Tim says in shock before making a run for it. 

Damian quickly sits you on his bed, “Wait here Beloved,” before running after him.”You better come back here, Timothy!” Damian yells. Tim runs into the cave where everyone was working on something, Damian hot on his trail. “Damian and y/n are dating!”  Tim yells on the top of his lungs gathering shocked looks from everyone. “SHUT UP!” Damian yells before jumping full force in to Tim, causing them both to topple down onto the floor. The only thing that saved Tim from hitting his jaw, was his quick reflexes to put his hands in front of him.

Damian! Get off your brother!” Bruce scolds. “Wait, the demon spawn really has a girlfriend?” Jason asks in disbelief. “Y/n was loudly screaming, so I went to check on them and they were full on making out,” Tim says clapping his hands to rid them of the dust from the floor. “And you never told us?” Dick dramatically says, making a ‘woe is me’ pose on his chair. “We’ve been together for years,” Damian huffs, his nose to the sky.

Bruce had been quiet all this time, and Tim was the only one that noticed. “Why aren’t you saying anything Bruce?” He asks the older man. “I knew.” Gasps fill the air. “Damian has been much calmer ever since it started and she started coming over more often, it was obvious.” He explained. The boys didn’t understand how they hadn’t noticed because it truly was obvious.

Are you going to give him the talk?” Dick asks after a moment of silence with a wide grin, causing Damian to loudly groan and send a glare toward his eldest brother, before coming back to his room to you.

How did it go?” You ask setting down your phone that you were entertaining yourself with. Damian just rolls his eyes, “Those imbeciles are ridiculous!”


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Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3


Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.

“No.”

“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.


The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

Wish (Part 3)

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Pairing: Kagehina
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: Howl’s Moving Castle AU, in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.


The days that followed passed by with ever-growing tension. Upon reaching a safe distance from the town, Tobio had carried a limp, rapidly cooling Hinata onward, up into the mountains, where he found a cave deep enough to seek shelter.

There, he built a fire of his own, contained in a little pit made of stacked stones, and he laid the demon out beside it to keep him warm. He fed them both with dried wood that he gathered outside the cave, and when he cooked for himself, he slipped Hinata his egg shells, seeds, or cut-off strips of meat, but it was difficult. Hinata was barely present enough to eat. Tobio spent his time crushing, grinding, or even chewing up his food enough for Hinata to swallow it down.

All the while, the little hollow in his chest where his heart used to be grew colder. In the hours when the weather beyond the cave was dismal and the fire not enough, the empty space in him ached with the chill, so much so he had lifted Hinata up into his lap before the flame, and wrapped his arms about his chest to hold in what little heat he had.

It helped to warm him, but the pain remained all the same.

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SOME VAMPIRES GROSSLY MISREPRESENTED BY WOLF PUPY TWEETS
  • i didn't do all the clans because shhh
  • Vampires: daylight savings is dumb as hell, who looks directly at the sun and says i want more of this for later, nobody does it
  • Camarilla: i don't want to throw anyone under the bus here unless they are my enemy or betrayer or if it will help me get where i'm going faster
  • Sabbat: if history has taught us anything i dont plan to learn it
  • Anarchs: if anyone tries to tell you your dreams are unachievable just remember i have crashed my dirt bike into all 7 wonders of the world
  • Inconnu: tired of trying to figure out how to solve problems? try simply ignoring them forever instead
  • Assamites: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons
  • Brujah: i feel like if people respected me for the sheer stupidity of my actions i would get a lot more respect
  • Cappadocians: if anyone needs me i'll be dead in my grave
  • Followers of Set: archaeologists have found hieroglyphs on the wall of a hidden chamber inside king tut's tomb that confirms he was a damn bitch
  • Gangrel: people out of the know refer to death as a 'dirt nap' when in fact you can go to sleep on some dirt any time you want
  • Giovanni: honestly now that i have it this throne of human skulls is crazy uncomfortable to sit on
  • Lasombra: i don't "say what we are all thinking" because my thoughts are always far more important and more interesting than everyone elses
  • Malkavian: being thinking about a lot of things lately and have decided thoughts are a waste of time
  • Nosferatu: in today's and all other time's housing market, a dirt cave is the best place to live
  • Ravnos: jewelry making tip; a simple can of gold spraypaint can turn a chicken nugget into a gold nugget
  • Toreador: yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both 'handsome' and 'radiant', too bad i got hit by that car
  • Tremere: unsure of what to study? learn magic spells instead, its easy
  • Tzimisce: problem solving skills are well regarded but where is the respect for the problem creators such as myself
  • Ventrue: "everything isn't always about you" i know that's why i don't care about anything
  • BONUS~ those crazy-ass fishman vampires: no song about living on land is as convincing as 'under the sea' is about living on the ocean floor
First day on the job.

Where in the world do I begin? Hello, my name is Jonathan Dart and, as of today, I am officially the IT guy at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You read that correctly. It took them until 2016, but both students and staff alike have finally caved and demanded that their cell phones work on school grounds, and with that request they had to find a “muggle” (a term I’m quickly learning to detest) to install wifi and maintain any technology that functions on school grounds.

So let’s make this clear to any wizards, witches, or IT muggles allowed into their circle out there. I just entered this “wizarding world” 3 days ago. This is all entirely new to me. I’m writing this because I’ve learned through the grapevine that other magical schools are planning on making the same jump, and I’m hoping my experiences can help other outsiders down the road.

As its my first day I really don’t have much advice to give. All I can do is stand here and wonder to myself what the hell I was thinking. For the record, I’m typing this on my iPhone while I ride a magic staircase. They better have beer in this world because I’m going to need a drink tonight.

nature.com
Ancient bones reveal girl's tough life in early Americas
Teenage mother who lived 12,000 years ago was malnourished but still roamed widely.

For more than 12,000 years, the adolescent girl’s bones lay deep in a Mexican cave. Now analysis of her skeleton is revealing details of her harsh existence in the early Americas — which probably included pregnancy and childbirth before death at a young age.

The bones show that the girl, whom researchers nicknamed Naia, is likely to have travelled long distances on foot, but didn’t carry much on her journeys. The skeleton also reveals that Naia experienced severe and repeated nutritional stress that scarred her bones and teeth, according to results presented on 30 March at a meeting of the Society for American Archaeology in Vancouver, Canada.

“She’s telling us a story,” says James Chatters, an archaeologist with Applied Paleoscience in Bothell, Washington, and principal investigator of the research on Naia, a project of Mexico’s National Institute of Anthropology and History in Mexico City. “It was a very hard life.”

Naia has already helped to illuminate the origins of the first Americans. In 2014, Chatters and his colleagues reported that her DNA confirms the idea that a single group of Asian emigrants gave rise to both the earliest American settlers and modern Native Americans1.

For that work, divers examined Naia in the water-filled cavern in the Yucatán Peninsula where she was discovered in 2007. But intruders subsequently tampered with her remains. To prevent further meddling, the bones were gently carried out of the cave in 2014 and 2016 — which also gave scientists easier access to the specimens.

Rail-skinny skeleton

Roughly half of Naia’s bones were recovered, including an intact skull, both arms and one leg, making her among the most complete of the handful of New World skeletons that are more than 12,000 years old. Her bones reveal a teenager aged 15–17 at her death, which was probably the result of a fall into the deep pit where she was found. She was “rail-skinny”, Chatters said, with one upper arm bone only as thick as his little finger.

Naia’s slight build might have been linked to nutritional stress. Her shin bone and knee are striped with lines etched by halting growth, perhaps as a result of too little food, or health problems — such as parasite infections — that prevented her from absorbing nutrients. Irregularities in her teeth reinforce the suggestion that her nutrition was “rather limited quite often”, Chatters says.

A small portion of Naia’s pelvis broke off when she plummeted into the pit, and was lost. But her remaining pelvic bones are pitted in a way often seen in young, slight woman who have given birth. That’s a strong indicator she had gone through labour, and the healing of the bone means that she gave birth well before her death, says Chatters, who is collaborating with scientists at the Autonomous University of of Yucatán in Mérida, Mexico.

Naia’s upper-arm muscles were not heavily developed, judging by the smoothness of the bones where those muscles were once attached. She didn’t routinely grind seeds, work animal skins or carry heavy loads — common tasks during her time. But Naia’s shin- and thighbone show that her legs were heavily muscled, meaning that she probably roamed widely over the landscape.

The team’s analysis was competent and thorough, says Gary Haynes, an archaeologist at the University of Nevada, Reno. He thinks Naia’s thinness might be due to “environmental changes of the time [that] were making life harder and harder by removing resources, or making them less dependable”.

“We get the sense that the lives of the first Americans were wonderful and easy,” Chatters says. “Well, it isn’t necessarily the case.”

looking like she should get it

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

request: @wellillbedamneddiggs​: “#50 “Please, don’t leave?”” and @hamfamhamfam: “request number 7 from the list you reblogged (“Wanna bet?”)? As in reader and Lin (Sin) bet that he can’t go for a week without having sex? Needlessly say he loses”

summary: reader and lin bet about not having sex for a week. reader’s determined to break him, and employs some interesting methods.

warnings: NSFW! Smut, teasing, mentions of dom/sub, sexting, masturbation,

word count: 2,133

a/n: title from ‘body and blood’ by clippng (duh its from a clippng song). teasing is fun, like one of my new favourite things to write. still gonna go to hell, no matter how hard i pray. Sorry Lin!

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anonymous asked:

Do you have a better gay love story than yuri on ice then? Let's see it.

Hm.

Hm.

You really wanna hear it, anon?

Cuz I WILL tell you about it.

You wanna hear it?

I’ll tell you it, buddy.

Here it is, anon.

Imagine a war torn world divided by borders and mistrust and political unrest.

A soldier is sent on a suicide mission in a rival faction of the world and is captured in an isolationist country.

he’s tortured brutally for information but is not forthcoming and the man in charge is really just being sadistic as he knows that the prisoner wouldn’t have any information they could use. They plan on killing him, but the night before they intend to carry out his execution, he’s rescued by a political dissident of that country.

He takes him from the government facility and carries him to relative safety, brings him back from the brink of death, and waits for him to wake up. it’s revealed that the political dissident was hoping to use him as a hostage for leverage against the outside government, which had been trying to destabilize his government with the rebellion but was growing frustrated by their failure and was going to out them in a ploy to gain their country’s trust.

But the captured soldier bitterly reveals that he was a traitor.

He has no information and had been sent on a suicide mission to be rid of him. And because of the state of his world, he has no place on earth where he belongs anymore because the entire world is separated by satellite-enforced surveillance and high-tech thermal detecting borders.

Canada’s desolate and North America hasn’t been heard from in over a century after renouncing the Geneva convention and retreating into isolation from the rest.

The divisions between all countries are solid, but some countries chose to solidify into territories rather than separate from one another. The nordics, for example, and Western Europe, separated by the North African border.

The oceans are like buffer zones.

If you wander into neutral territory, you’re free game.

So back to the prisoner and the rebel.

The prisoner expects to be left to die in the wilderness because he’s wounded and a useless bargaining chip, but the political dissident hesitates.

Says he won’t leave him to die in the woods since he’s still of value to the opposing country since he’s got some kind of information on them.

He asks for it in exchange for the former prisoner’s safe passage through the wilderness back to civilization and the prisoner decides he has nothing to lose.

And as they travel back to the main hub of civilization, the dissident tends to his wounds and takes care of him. And is disgusted by what his country has resorted to for ultimately useless information. At first he wasn’t very friendly, but he grows closer to him if only because he’s taking care of him and because they’re all alone in the wilderness and he has no one else to talk to.

He begins to wonder about the world outside of his own, since he’s been trapped in his own country all his life with nothing but propaganda to inform him, so he starts asking the prisoner about his culture rather than their military plans, and they both begin to grow more and more curious about other ways of life besides their own.

over the course of their journey which is of course struck with hardships and wild animals and struggling to survive, their bond only grows because they’re sharing experiences, both verbally and physically. the political dissident for example, gets mauled by a bear and has his left eye gouged out, and the prisoner has to help him keep it clean as well as cope with the decrease in vision. He’s forced to be his eyes for some time and take care of him instead of the other way around. The political dissident had some lingering fear that he would be left to die on his own, but the prisoner says he won’t.

It’s gayer than it sounds, I swear.

You’ll get your survival cliches, cuddling up near fires to preserve heat, sheltering together in caves, slow binding of painful wounds, leaning on one another for support where the spirit calls, casual touching that’s totally normal until it’s not, and they’re both looking eye to eye and then becoming uncomfortable and looking away before unspoken words begin to complicate what had become an easy silence between them.

Anyway.

As they finally come back to civilization, however, the political dissident realizes that he’s wasted all of his time getting this man only to find he has no useful information on the wily outside threat, and he’s not useful as any kind of leverage, so he has to get back to headquarters empty handed.

He’s angry with himself for forgetting so he decides to leave his companion at the town they stopped in.

But the former prisoner tells him there’s no hope in staging a revolution, that even if his country managed to do so, re install a leader interested in opening up their borders again, they would merely be confronted by other borders and by countries that only sought to destabilize and undermine one another.

He asks why the dissidents want to re open their borders anyway, and he merely responds that they can’t live trapped within their own borders anymore, they are running out of resources, which the elite are squandering with their decadent lifestyles and utter disregard for the suffering of the producers.

The former prisoner tells him that he could just give up and struggle to survive like the rest of them.

But the dissident just says all of his life, he’s been unable to merely survive, he wants to live with purpose.

The prisoner bitterly says he’s lived his entire life with a purpose and it hadn’t done him any good.

The dissident smiles and ruffles his hair and tells him not to worry about it anymore, and he kisses him on the forehead and tells him not to get into trouble.

But he’s ambushed upon leaving the town because he’s suspected in the last terrorist attack against the mechanical enforcers on the borders (it left an entire corner of the country undefended for a full hour). He’s knocked out and taken into the back of an armored police truck.

The prisoner, who’d wanted to follow him and perhaps persuade him to take him with him, sees it happen from a distance, and promises that because he rescued him from his torture and death, because he didn’t just leave him out in the woods to die, because he took care of him and showed him the only real affection he’s ever known and is the kind of person he never knew existed in a frozen divided world, he will pay back his favor.

And as he follows him, he runs into other members of the resistance movement who’d been tracking the dissident, and they take him into their group. The larger group disagrees and won’t go to such lengths to save just one unimportant member, but these are his close friends and they gradually grow to trust this stranger and they band together to save him.

And that’s my gay love story.

Sorry it doesn’t live up to yuri on ice’s complex story.

You know me.

I wouldn’t know a good story when I see one.