who cares i just want 2 draw for the rest of my life

Here are some LGBT movies I’ve watched !!

Top picks (in alphabetical order)

Big Eden (2000)
Gay artist Henry moves from NYC to small hometown to take care of sick grandfather. A really sweet, heartwarming story. Bonus points for no homophobia (!!) plot line & a gay native american man, Pike, who is adorable and crushes on Henry.

Brokeback Mountain (2005)
Who hasn’t seen this? Two shepherds and their tumultuous love story over the years. 

But I’m a Cheerleader (1999)
Girl gets sent to a boot camp meant to alter her sexuality. Funny and aesthetic and really cheesy but worth the watch.

Carol (2015)
A young woman in her 20s, Therese Belivet is a clerk working in a Manhattan department store and dreaming of a more fulfilling life when she meets Carol, an alluring woman trapped in a loveless, convenient marriage. 

First Girl I Loved (2016)
Girl falls in love with the most popular girl from her school. Bonus points for a nuanced and realistic portrayal of teenagers.

The Way He Looks (Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho, 2014)
Brazilian coming-of-age drama about a blind boy who falls in love with his classmate. Based on a short film called “I don’t want to go back alone”, which you can find on youtube.

Holding The Man (2015)
In the 1970s, two teen boys in Australia fight all obstacles thrown their way and refuse to renounce the love they feel for each other. Based on Australia’s “most famous gay biography”.

I Killed My Mother (J’ai Tué Ma Mère, 2009) 
Biographical drama. Directorial debut of Quebecois actor Xavier Dolan, which he also wrote, produced and starred in. My favourite film by him.

Kill Your Darlings (2013)
Biographical drama/thriller. A murder in 1944 draws together the great poets of the beat generation. Peep Daniel Radcliffe and Dane DeHaan.

Laurence Anyways (2012)
A drama that charts ten years in the relationship of a transgender woman’s relationship with her lover. Directed by Xavier Dolan.

Maurice (1987)
The story of a gay man in the early 20th century. A really sweet film with bonus points for being a gay period drama that - spoilers - has a happy ending.

Moonlight (2016) (see title card)
A chronicle of the childhood, adolescence and burgeoning adulthood of a young black man growing up in a rough neighborhood of Miami. First lgbt film (and film with all-black cast) to win Best Picture at the Academy Awards 2017.

Pride (2014)
U.K. gay activists work to help miners during their lengthy strike of the National Union of Mineworkers in the summer of 1984. A truly feel-good movie every one should watch.

The Handmaiden (2016)
A woman is hired as a handmaiden to a Japanese heiress, but secretly she is involved in a plot to defraud her. It’s been called a “South Korean Gothic Lesbian Revenge Thriller”. Just watch it. Trust me. 

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
A cult-classic and must-watch. Need I say more?


Rest of movies in alphabetical order under cut, with some commentary by yrs truly (me. a gay.)

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 9

ONESHOTS:

  • Please Know That I’m Yours to Keep by pressurerin
    Summary: hogwarts!au; “Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck. OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.

  • I Guess I’m Floating by overestless
    Summary: Living with Isak causes Even to discover some of his habits.

  • all things soft and beautiful and bright by anathema (azirapha1e)
    Summary: Isak should’ve known it was a bad idea from the second he saw the Pinterest recipe, but - Well. He’s never claimed to be any good at saying no to Even.

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its au time you sons of hecks

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The Only Exception (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails

A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by a-small-independent-princess

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Beauty And The Buck

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write and post!

“What’re you watching?” you jump as the gruff voice sounds through the dark living room. Your heart begins to race before you even turn around to confirm who was standing behind the couch. It was Bucky, you would know that voice anywhere.

Glancing over your shoulder, you give the super soldier a small smile, “Tangled,” you inform him, “I’d ask you to join but it’s almost done,” you curse yourself, watching a movie with Bucky would be a perfect way to get to know your crush better,

“It’s really good quality,” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on the huge tv, while you keep your eyes locked on him. It was dark in the lounge room, the only source of light coming from the tv, but you can see that he’s tired; bloodshot eyes and dark circles giving it away.

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p3/p5 family au info thing

first and foremost, i’d just like to reiterate that this is an au so i can do whatever i want with it, don’t go militant on me for having fun pls thanks 

alright so i woke up with like 409386093 asks about the parents dying [niijima parents’ death isn’t a spoiler but there are p3p spoilers in here so watch out :0….]  and i suppose this is needed shdfjfgkhfjal i’m laughing so hard- so the range of questions i got are “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM OFF?” “THEY’RE GOING TO DIE” “THIS MEANS THEY’RE DEAD” and

OKAY SO, i originally made this au so i can have them both alive and happy so, it doesn’t really follow p5verse that much. i didn’t really think too deep about this au to ponder about how they’ll die because i just really wanted to have an akiham family to play with LOL (i like to call this branch “please save me from p3p depression”)

however, after some development with friends, it got a little bit more angsty and this is where it starts to follow p5verse more. so back to the original p5 plot: yes, both parents will die like how p5 has told. (i call this branch “Depression Setting In” GKSGLSKG:AL;)

so basically:

  • first branch = lighthearted; “No Angst Allowed, Good Time Only”
  • second branch = angsty, bittersweet; “lms if u love eating shit and dying”

i like both branches tho so i will most likely draw for both sometimes! mostly just the first branch tho bc i wanna run away from depression pls so i apologize in advance if i ever confuse you all with that HAHA so you can interpret my drawings with whichever branch you prefer: if you love being in post-p3p/p5 canon denial bliss or eating shit and dying, it’s up to you my dude

for the second branch, to answer the questions:
1) “how will hamuko die?”

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a different kind of woman// old man logan

Originally posted by notias1

Requested By Anon: Please, I beg, do an imagine where Logan falls in love with the reader and Laura says something to Logan about her being the perfect mother because you always hang out with her and you’re always so nice. Logan can’t find it in himself to stop smiling. 

This is Logan oneshot 2 of 4 for the day! I hope you enjoy!

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Marco Diaz Is (Not) Cis Male Masterpost

THESE POSTS ARE AIMED TO DEBUNK CIS MARCO EVIDENCE AND SHOW THAT THEY DO NOT DISPROVE THE TRANS MARCO THEORY.

So this is my Masterpost detailing all the evidence that points towards Marco Diaz of “Star Vs The Forces of Evil” being cis male and debunking that evidence. If I have missed out any evidence please let me know.

(Right now I am binge watching through the episodes again to collect this evidence so if an episode isn’t up yet I haven’t reached it)

Disclaimer: For those who believe Marco is cis male, you are fine to keep believing that and I am not trying to change your mind. This is largely for those who take some sort of weird offence to the Trans Marco Theory and purposely go out of their way to attack it. If you wish to partake in some polite discourse over the theories I am happy to do so and after we can go our own separate ways believing what we wish.

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More prompts from the Immortal Court

Anonymous said:What about a human prince and fairy prince meeting? 👀

baconator153 said:Can I have some prompts about a human just realizing they were trapped in the fae realm? With the fae who fed them the faerie food wanting them as a prize or a pet? I loved your other fae prompts!

Anonymous said:Could I possibly ask for some nice fairies? Perhaps a fairy helping a human escape their abusive family or saving them from imminent danger? /even though that would probably result in the human owing them something >.>/ thank you! 

Anonymous said:Some prompts about the fairies that aren’t complete dicks to the human? Ty <3  

Anonymous said:Could we get some exclusive seelie and unseelie prompts? I really love your fairy prompts!!!!


1) “Apparently,” the prince said. “We are to be betrothed.” It would be an alliance between their kingdoms, between the mortal world and the immortal court. They tried for a friendly, diplomatic smile and held out a hand to shake. “Perhaps we can set aside our childhood differences? For the good of our people.” They were well aware of the people watching.
“But, of course. We are not children anymore.” The fey prince returned with a singularly beautiful smile, clasping their hand and then leaning in to press a kiss to each of the prince’s cheeks, drawing them into a fond and conciliatory embrace. “I’m going to tear your heart out with my teeth before I ever marry a human, royal or not, no matter what my mother says,” they hissed in the prince’s ear. They pulled back, smiling again, as people clapped.  
Alright then.


2) It had been the perfect picnic. Their date had seemed so lovely, so attentive, so wonderful in the sunlight. Until they tried to leave. They’d hit an invisible barrier, an impossible barrier, again and again and again. They didn’t understand at first. They didn’t believe in fairies. Now…they tried reason, peruasion. People will be looking for me, they’ll be worried. I would be inconvenient to keep, I don’t even know anything about fairies. I’m flattered you’ve taken such a liking to me, but I really do have to get home. I’ll come and visit you, you don’t have to keep me like this. 
Rage - you can’t fucking keep me! I’ll kill you before I let you keep me. You tricked me!  Despair - they crumpled on the forest floor, resolutely ignoring the fae. Stomach churning from having tried to throw up anything fae, head pounding from crying. Now - “just let me go, please.” Nothing left but to beg. 
“Don’t be silly,” the fae murmured. “My sweet treasure, I will take such good care of you. You won’t miss your home once the sun sets. I hate to see you like this.”


3) They sprinted through the forest. Clothes torn, tears in the corner of their ears, fear growing at the tramp of boots behind them. The branches of trees whipped cuts in their arms, tangled in their hair. They pushed themselves to run faster - they couldn’t get caught, they absolutely couldn’t get caught. The twisting of the undergrowth sent them flying. They hit the dirt hard, face down. Whipped around in terror of the pursuers right at their heels and - light. The trees coiled protectively, the vines snagged at their pursuers and sent them flying back. Thorns grew where there had been no thorns before; thorns fierce and wicked enough to impale a man in armour. They watched stunned. Jumped violently as a hand rested gently on their shoulder from behind. 
“It’s alright, you’re safe here. Stay in this area of the woods for as long as you want, you will find plentiful food and water and soft flowers upon which to lay your head. Just don’t try and hunt or start any fires. And don’t attempt to take anything with you when you go.”


4) “This has been amazing,” the human said with a smile. “But I really should be getting home now. People will be worried.”
“You’ll visit again?” the fairy asked eagerly. “So little changes around here - we would be happy if you came again. Maybe you could bring some of that ice cream you talked about?” 
“Ice cream and a cactus, gotcha. Next Friday?” 


5) The seelie looked over at the sovereign of the unseelie court, heart hammering in their chest. Even the sight of them gliding through the party brought a touch of frost to the summer festivities. A darkness. They came over and held out a hand to the seelie. “You said you liked dancing.” There was absolutely no chance that the unseelie was truly there to dance, nor to party like this.The sovereign of the summer court gave them a look - when pray, have you talked to an unseelie sovereign about dancing? The seelie accepted the hand. “Yes. Perhaps you’d do me the honour?” A century of treaties and peace negotiations were not about to be blown because they felt their heart might drop out of their chest.


6) “Apparently,” the prince said. “We are to be betrothed.”
“I thought it an excellent idea when I suggested it.”
The prince missed a beat, heart stuttering. “You suggested it?”
“Of course,” the fey prince said. “I know you’re mine, but we may as well make it legal in your realm.” 
They had never met before in their life to the prince’s memory. 

If you remember my first analysis of Gaston in the 2017 Beauty and the Beast, then you’ll remember I said I’d make three parts to it! Again, included will be various headcanons of both of them. Here’s part two.

This is split up into Pre-movie, Lefou about Gaston, and Gaston about Lefou.

Gaston and Lefou’s Relationship

Originally posted by reyskyvalker

So I’m going to start at the beginning again, going through the development of their relationship as the movie progresses, and address the potential for a continuation of their relationship.

  • Pre-Movie

Before the movie starts, as Luke Evans cites (link in the first post), Gaston and Lefou have fought in a war together. They’re really close friends, they’ve fought and bled together. That itself presents a special bond. Throughout this, I find it hard to believe Gaston would ever lay a hand on Lefou and abuse him. This is the first major difference between the 1991 version and the 2017 version. Gaston is not physically abusing Lefou, and they have more of an equal-standing. As Josh Gad says in one interview, Lefou thinks of Gaston as his left-hand man. 

So Gaston and Lefou, pre-movie, are close friends, (Gaston refers to Lefou as his “oldest” friend during the movie as well,) and are equals.

  • How Lefou thinks of Gaston

Originally posted by peeechyy


Lefou loves Gaston, admires him, looks up to him, but he doesn’t worship him. In his eyes, They are equal, and all the worship-like stuff that happens, (he mimics his behavior in the mirror scene, and writes an entire song about how amazing he is, praises him,) is a product of his love for him. 

One of the things I love about Lefou in the 2017 version is that he isn’t a mindless follower. He’s constantly questioning Gaston’s actions, in fact he’s the only person in the film that seems to have any kind of hold on Gaston. It’s a fantastic contrast to the rest of the characters, and really empowers Lefou, makes him a more complex character. It indicates there’s a lot of give-and-take in their relationship. Lefou isn’t a pushover.

Lefou tends to see the best in Gaston. He doesn’t have a problem with small violent contact (”Yeah, I saw that coming” when Gaston punched Maurice) but draws the line at anything permanent (his constant nagging at Gaston to go back and set Maurice free again). Lefou thinks physical violence is a necessary evil at certain times, which is why he accepts Gaston’s aggressive nature.

Lefou wants to believe in Gaston. Anything Gaston does will be forgiven because Lefou wants to believe in Gaston, a product of falling in love with him when he was still a decent dude, not twisted up the way he becomes later on in the movie (referencing Post 1). He’s the type to step back and need space when Gaston gets too much, (”We are so in a bad place right now,”) The “right now” implies that they’ll make it through and become friends again. 

Lefou has a very strong moral compass and believes that people can change and become better. There must be something good in Gaston if someone as pure as Lefou believes in him and is willing to be patient and work with him through his episodes of anger.

Lefou views Gaston as an equal, a friend who needs help, and Lefou is more than willing to help.

  • How Gaston thinks of Lefou

Originally posted by alittlebiteverything


Now is the fun part. 

So this is difficult because I have to ask two questions: Is 2017 Gaston as extremely self-absorbed as his original character is? And if so, is he able to be in any kind of healthy relationship?

Original Gaston is a terrible person any way you look at him. He’s disgusting, he beats the innocent, even his closest friends, and doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t directly concern him. Not once does a thought enter 1991!Gaston’s mind that doesn’t directly affect himself.

2017!Gaston though, is a bit different. He does care about other people, namely Lefou. He asks Lefou about his love life, (”How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” “Oh, Lefou, You’re the best,”) and even respects him and heeds his advice and counseling (”Deep breaths, Gaston. Deep breaths). 1991!Gaston would have just barreled through Lefou without a second thought, never would have even considered asking Lefou about his life let alone complimenting him. 2017!Gaston cares.

But you have to do more than just “care” for a healthy relationship. You have to be willing to work and listen and compromise. Gaston, as he is in the movie, couldn’t have provided Lefou a healthy relationship because (and I’d have to rewatch the movie to make absolute certain) he never gives anything to Lefou. Lefou works and works for Gaston, but Gaston doesn’t return anything. They never make any sort of compromise. 

The only semblance of a healthy relationship is shown when Gaston listens to Lefou when Lefou tells him to calm down, and because that I think their relationship can become healthy.

Repeating: Their relationship is not presently healthy and I do not support it. But for several reasons I’ll explain in a later post, I believe Gaston is able to change for better, and the relationship formed would be necessary and desirable.

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Lashton Threesome::: Lessons

Pairing: Ashton, Luke, and Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k+

Rating: So. Much. Smut.

Requested:It was indeed

Guys…I apologize for what this may do to your body.

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im not ashamed sneak peak 3

a crude drawing of a hand with writing on all sides sits on a whiteboard. dots between words, a poorly drawn fish on each side, and colored pencil skills that should probably be much better if this movie took place in a high school, but in Im Not Ashamed Alternate Universe, everything is out of place.
“ive always been drawn to hands” the Christian Girl muses

“i think its because its the way that we touch people.” unlike a real high school, where everyone would look up and possibly jeer at this potential sexual innuendo, everyone remains painfully indifferent. you can feel the awkwardness in the room. one girl is fucking passed out on the table. jesus christ rachel, ever heard of a intruiging opening sentence?

the camera pans out to Dead Girl and the rest of the uninterested class. Everyone looks like they left high school 4 years ago, especially this one chap in the corner. My oh my that’s motherfucking Keurig Careless!!!!!!!! his hair: freshly shaven in true skinhead fashion, arms: fucking ripped to shreds, legs: stunted, face: 40 years old. he is picking at the callouses on his hands on top of a hilariously thin blue notebook. What The Fuck? Why is his notebook so thin. How come dead girl has 2 binders and a piece of paper and a pencil and everyone else has a single notebook? did she try to cram it all in in one class? i suppose this would be the best place next to study hall, because im guessing most Inspirational Life Changing Speeches in this class are just as boring

“compassion is the greatest form of love that humans have to offer” christian audience gasps at the wise-beyond-her-years rachel faux scott. actually compassion is one of the only forms of love u can offer but whatever floats your goat, Fakechel.

“I have this theory that if one person goes out of their way to show compassion, they can start a chain reaction”
thats so deep rachel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hOLY shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nazi and dildo’s heads perk up at the word “chain reaction”. nnnnyess huehueheuhehe,,,, that is what Wiiii are going to do,,, a chain reaxtion to Blow this SchooL up hehuehueheuhe. the audience screams in desperation and horror. perhaps? perhaps this speech will change their minds?? perhaps rachel will convert them to godliness… yes…

“how do you know that trust? beauty? and compassion wont make the world a better place to be in?”
this is the most generic pep talk ive ever heard? like, if someone put a gun to my head and told me to recite a speech that you would find in an american girl magazine so he could write a letter to win the affections of said gunman’s estranged daughter, this is the shit i would say.

“tomorrows not a promise… but its a chance…”
we see the teacher looking at her proudly. also theres a girl that looks Exactly like Rachel in the background looking at her? is that her force ghost or something

“.. you just might start a chain reaction”
she grins. shes such a deep thinker.

the students roll their eyes dramatically, not focusing on rachel whatsoever. well that was for nothing.
she continues smiling in the silence. uhh…

..

..

“and whats behind all this is my faith” she puts down her arms to reveal a huge-ass cross necklace. This is like, margaret white style shit. its probably as big as her palm? minimalism. minimalismmmmmm….

“im a christian!” she says, smiling. obviously. every girl that wears mormon clothes like that, cross necklaces, listens to britt nicole at maximum volume while walking through the hallways at school and crying whenever she sees someone dressed in black and calls them “lost souls” is a christian girl, okay? it’s like coming out in a high school nowadays like… everyone’s gay, rachel. every single person is gay so you can chill out.

they pan to the jock guy.

and then to dylan with his psycho stare

and then to eric with his condescending smoulder

“im not trying to be weird or convert anybody or anything like that HUEHEHE,,, i just wanna be real with you guys…. Dudes, i just wanna be Cool and Swag with u guys, Ya dig?? just tryin to kick it chilly willy with my brUhs, ya see what im sayin… and let u know who i is, dawgs”

she stares again at the indifferent class. see? nobody cared. she smiles awkwardly. the second hand embarrassment is slaughtering me. my fucking eyes. please. rachel.

“jesus gave his life for me… and i will give my life for him…………………………………………….

………

"just wanted to get that out there”

she takes her crude hand drawing and promptly returns to her chair.

“thank you rachel.” the teacher says. the audience is aware of her purity and innocence, but also strength and endurance.

rachel sits at her desk with a sigh, plopping her notes onto her table in preparation for the next speaker.

“up next we haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaveeeeeeee….”

“eric and dylan.”

they look up with her, eyebrows raised and knuckles cracked. this video will fucking destroy. this video will fuckin KILL BITCHES!!!

“lets watch their videyyoh… on how they would change the world…”

the teacher pops the dvd labeled “hitmen for hire” into the tape player. she turns off the lights and walks to the back of the class. the tv statics like some sort of Lost Episode creepypasta.

jeffrey dahmer sits on a chair, facing the viewers
“people are always bullying me, i dont like it”
he swirls the chair and two trenchcoated bad bitches walk into the view of the screen. 

Rachel’s disapproving and paranoid eyes rest on the screen, concerned about what this could be about…. this… this isn’t about changing the world for the better? what the heckeroni??’

the video plays in the background as twink nazi smiles condescendingly at rachel. bitch whatcha gonna do? we had to listen to your bullshit

“you know we cant have weahpons on the skewl grounds.. but if you can get them away, we’ll take em’ out for ya. for 2000$, we’ll get rid of them. permanently.”

a white hat nerd walks up the stairs, neandering around, listening to 50 cent in his headphones when suddenly

eric and dylan are pointing pvc-pipe guns at him!!! shitty sound effects play as the jock is defeated.

the classroom is slightly more alert, putting their hands over their mouths in Horrified Shock! , but dead girl is still, of course, dead.

gunshots ring through the room as rachel turns to the teacher “do we have to watch this?”

dylan does a finger gun at the television.

“no, we don’t.” the teacher says. “OOKAAAAAY i think we’ve seen enough!” the teacher yells, turning off the tv

“thaaaaat” dylan begins “would make the world a better place”

O.O

afterwords, rachel’s a-skippin up the stairs, smilin bright like a diamond, when suddenly, 

shes confronted by two trenchcoated figures, cloaked in the darkness of the stairs. they corner her and yell “what’s your problem? >:O”. love this. love how eric and dylan would probably go cry in their room if someone interrupted them, they wouldnt confront them. literally the only time they had balls in their ENTIRE LIVES was nbk, so they wouldnt confront rachel…. just Sayin….

“what?” :0

“i know you did that.” eric snarls

“did what?” :0

“i didnt stop your stupid jesus speech” HOly Shit!!!! boyyyyy HE SAID IT!!!!

dylan speaks up “you think youre better than us?

"no :O… no im not better than anybody.” wow and shes humble????? she has zero flaws omg i love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mom i wanna be just like rachel when i grow up.!!!!!!

“oh i know youre not” he gets closer….. cloooserr….

they stare. lock eyes. dream weaver begins to play in the background…

“i gotta get to class.” she stutters, holding back tears.

“youre just like aaahll the others” dylan jeers, striking her in her single nerve,,,, her utter originality,,

“compassion!” eric says “yeah thatll work!!!” wow what a fucking demon??/ what a devil gosh darn!!!!!!!!! i hope he dies at the end of the movie. i hope Both of them die at the end of the movie. that’d make this movie have the BEST ENDING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ill pray abt it hold on!

the scene fades to black

anonymous asked:

What signs would you be able to provide that Caryl is romantic/going canon?

*soft voice* “we cut the son of a bitch open. Made sure”

*carol cries* *daryl gets up in the middle of the night to search for sophia*

“A flower?” “It’s a Cherokee rose” *tells a beautiful story to give her hope* *comments on how Sophia will like the trailer all clean *

*searches for Sophia until he almost dies. Then continues search because he took the responsibility for himself to find Carol’s daughter*

“You did more for my little girl than her own dad did his whole life” *literally puts Daryl in the position of a father on Sophia’s life.

“You’re every bit as good as them”

“I can’t lose you too”

*daryl fights with Carol, later brings her to the Cherokee Roses bushes, to apologize and stare at her the whole time * “Hey, I’m sorry about what happened this morning” *all of this while not giving 2 shits about apologizing to the rest of TF or treat anyone nicely*

“You’re afraid. You’re afraid cause you’re all alone. You have no husband, no daughter. You ain’t my problem. Sophia wasn’t mine” *deals with his pain by lashing out, not understanding why he puts himself in the position of protecting carol like Rick did with Lori and responsible for Sophia like a father is responsible for their kid*

*goes back the next day, listening to Carol’s advice and staying around the group cause she wasn’t going to let him pull away*

*Carol is definitely his “problem”, since he rescues her at the farm and always keep an eye on her, as we’ll see in the future*

*Massages Carol shoulder/suddenly the air shifts when he notices he is touching her and looks at her while doing it* pretty romantic. Screw around? *stops to make sure carol is really serious*
“I’ll go down first” “even better”

*Grieves at Carol being possible dead, can’t stand see a drawing with Sophia’s name, almost can’t stand the possibility of having to put her down if she is dead*

“What do you want us to tell Carol?” *even Glenn knew* “She’ll understand”

“Daryl’s gone? He left?” *cue to Carol trying to hold herself together at the realization Daryl left* “Daryl has his code, the world needs men like him ” *she understood*

“I’m glad you came back” *ten minutes of whispered conversation while eye fucking each other, and giggling at the end*

“Just so you know, I liked you first” “sorry pookie” *domestic Caryl cause why not*

*Michonne teased him, Daryl didn’t even bat an eye to that. Carol does, goes 10 shades of red in 2.5 seconds*

*rick banished her and ran away from seeing Daryl the best he could cause he knew he was fucked*

*Daryl finds out carol was banished, and wants to go find her, also almost hits Rick, also doesn’t care anymore about her being the killer, he knows her, knows she had a reason, wants to deal with ty, takes responsibility for what happened and for the kids too*

*almost cries*

*is dead inside while stuck with Beth*

*cant even believe when he finally has her back, hugs her in front of everyone, didn’t want to stop until Rick cockblocks him*

*carol was dead inside since she was banished/lost the girls, but Daryl makes her smile again*

*cant pretend that everything is ok next to him*

*carol almost leaves, he stops her*

*keep an eye on her the entire time*

*their bottle episode is dedicated to show how much they know each other and how he wants to start over with her, and how she just can’t bear to lose him, and how she’s scared of losing people specially him*

*his search for Beth goes to the background, his focus is carol*

*beth dies, Carol stops him for killing everyone*

*Carol swallows her pain to help daryl, because he is her priority*

*carols tell him to try even though she can’t*

*carol does everything to keep the group safe, specially Daryl as we’ll see in the future*

*carol avoids Daryl cause she knows she can’t fake nothing around him and he knows her better than anyone around*

*cant pretend she is ok when he asks her and hugs her*

*their life is completely messed up without the other’s presence*

*Daryl thinks about her when he is about to die*

*Carol admitis she is running away from love*

*Daryl is devastated when he hears she left*

*Daryl wants nothing more than revenge and praises Carol to everyone at how she would fucking end this shit if she was there*

*almost kills Richard for her and threatens even the weather if carol as much as has her hair wet because of the rain, in case she is upset by it*

*still, in front of her, can’t hide how hurt he is by her decision of leave HIM*

*carol opens up to him even though she pushed everyone else away*

*cant contain herself in front of him*

*confesses to him she couldn’t lose him and that he was the main reason she left*

*Daryl, who wants nothing more than just win this war, knowing full well Carol is not only necessary, but maybe the person who could help them win this shit for real, lies to her to protect her and keep her safe, because between losing everyone and dying, or having Carol losing herself or hurting herself, there isn’t even a debate*

*almost can’t leave her, goes back to hug her and NUZZLES HER SHOULDER*

*carol nuzzles him as well I mean the fuck, they smelled each other*

*carol almost goes after him*

*its stated in canon by Morgan that the same way his philosophy is what keeps him grounded and who he is in this world, Carol is the reason why Daryl keeps holding on*


All of this with two characters that don’t behave like that with anyone else besides each other. What I see between them that it’s romantic? Let me ask you something back: how can you see them as anything but romantic?

There is some serious inverse dynamic here in this fandom. Carylers don’t have to prove a thing. Haters, on the other hand… 🤔🤔🤔

During my first year of college, I tried many new things to get out of my comfort zone and learned many life lessons throughout the year.

In high school, I mostly focused on school, running, drawing, my blog (which I started during the middle of 11th grade). I was not really “social”, and only hung out with 1-2 friends at a time. I did really well in all, and I was very happy.

In college, I decided to branch out, since I would describe myself as introverted in high school, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and be more social.

I’m a bioengineering major, entrepreneurship minor, runner for a division 1 cross country and track team, freshman representative for the Chinese Student Association, write articles and take photos for Spoon University, and work in a bioengineering research lab. I was also posting 3 times a day on my blog, and also made sure to post on my food art Instagram every day, and my personal/running Iinstagram every 2-3 days. I barely had time to draw, which is one of my favorite things to do.

I attended a bunch of events first quarter to try something new, and learned that all that social activity took away my time to do things that I am passionate about. I and found myself looking back in high school, and living in the past because I wasn’t as happy. However, that was an important learning experience for myself.  

Here are some life lessons I have learned during my first year of college that I hope helps you.

1. Most important: Never take anything personally. The more people I met, the more I started to realize that you’re just not compatible with some people. Think of it this way: If you know that you are only trying to be friendly, but the other person doesn’t seem to like you, then that is their problem because they’re obviously blind and can’t see your awesomeness. They are not worth your time. Same thing with getting rejected from something. Once you stop taking things personally, I promise you will feel happier because it’s not your fault if you’re just trying to be a good person.

In high school, I never had the desire to branch out and meet new people from my school, therefore, the people whom I hung out with share many similarities with me.

You don’t have to get along with everyone, and you’re not limited to anyone either. Be nice to everyone, because you don’t have time to make enemies and/or deal with drama.

2. People are worried about themselves. I personally don’t think it’s necessary to try so hard to present yourself. People don’t judge you as they may seem to in high school. Everyone’s mostly minding their own business.

3. Find your own method of time management. In college, no one is going to tell you what to do. You can have class from 1-9 hours a day, and you need to plan the rest of your time well.

4. Realize your limits. Everyone has a different limit, and it’s something I believe you should experiment with early on in life to find out.

In high school, I was very successful in running, so everyone seemed to know who I was. I came into college feeling like another face. I was injured, and not doing as well in everything as I would like because I was involved in too many activities. I do believe in trying new things to explore, but realize that you have a limit. Learn to prioritize.

5. Learn to say no. I like to be a nice person, but I also believe that in order to be able to help people, you must take care of yourself first. By spring quarter, I started to feel tired of having to do so many things, so i worked up the courage to say no to some of the things, so I could have more time to study for my test, finish homework, or simply because I need to go run.

Missing a party to study is ok, in fact, no one seems to really care. I never party because I rather study and do quiet activities in my room such as drawing on weekends when I have a little extra time, and my friends understand that. Don’t feel weird if you are not into things that everyone else seems to be, and you don’t have to make yourself do things that you don’t want to (unless it’s school work because you’re here for a degree), either.

6. Don’t let anyone pressure you into doing something. I don’t party or drink. But that doesn’t mean I don’t isolate myself from people who do. I have friends that like to party, but they never force me to do something that I’m not comfortable with. You’re not “weird” if you chose not to drink because your true friends will accept you for who you are.

7. Appreciate your parents. Don’t take them for granted and become friends with them. 

8. Get to know your professors. Don’t be intimidated, they want to help and it’s fun to make friends.

9. Don’t be shy. That’s not how you get what you want. Plus, don’t be afraid to speak in class, and someone probably has the same question.

10. Make friends in classes. You can make great study buddies and share notes when either of you are absent.

11. Use a planner (paper or electronic, whichever you prefer) because physically writing helps you remember things more.

12. Take advantage of your resources such as interlibrary loans, databases, writing centers, tutoring, friends, professors, gym, and anything else.

13. Don’t buy your textbooks from the bookstore since they usually cost more. Get them from a friend, or find them online. 

14. Be confident. Fake it until you make it. That’s how you get many things in life.

15. Prioritize your health. Without it, you have nothing.

16. Make a list of things to always carry with you. For example: Food (quiet food in class), headphones, planner, phone, laptop, gum/mints, chargers, notebooks, etc.

17. Learn to adapt to change. Don’t expect it to be easy. I thought I was a very independent person in high school and that I would love college, but so many things change. I struggled my first quarter, then I got used to the routine. It will be hard at first, but you will learn and grow and become a better and more mature person than you were before.

18. Don’t be afraid to try new things. The more you know about yourself, the better equipped you are to make decisions about what you want in your life.

I have more life tips here!

How to Study Effectively

How to be Happy

How to be Productive and Achieve your Goals

How to Start a Healthy Lifestyle

How to Start Running

anonymous asked:

Jumin

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life 

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: People joke that he’s “Daddy Jumin”, but I honestly think he really is the dad of the RFA. Like Seven, he keeps a watchful eye on the other members, although Jumin is least likely to take direct action unless he knows it’s appropriate (or when V tells him to.) But when he takes action, holy shit does he take action He sends way too many bodygaurds to all the RFA when there’s a threat, and he had the balls to actually contact Yoosung’s mom because he was genuinely concerned for the boy’s failing school life. He even said it himself: as the oldest of the group, it’s his job to look after them.       

I also like that he’s not entirely the stereotypical uptight, rich character that can be seen in some anime/manga. Like always being the 100% serious and condescending one that no one in the group can really get along with. He’s just as much of a dork as the rest of them (he actually keeps tracks of how much Elizabeth the 3rd sheds and fucking means it), isn’t embarassed about what makes him a dork, has good relationships with other characters, and has much more of a range of emotions than even he may realize. It’s kind of hard to explain, but compared to other male characters that share many similar traits with Jumin, it doesn’t feel like you have to work hard to “earn” Jumin’s love (or even just his friendship) like you would have to with them. You just need to talk to him and prove trustworthy. And I liked that. 

And his 1st bad end is the funniest of the bad ends. Hell, it’s the least bad out of all of them. You get to throw some wicked shade at Sarah, you end up marrying Jumin, and you end up a high-ranking and respected employee at his company. Seriously, if you didn’t get this end yet you NEED to. Forget his supposedly “kinky” Bad End 2, Bad End 1 is the way to go. 

worst quality: 

Jumin can very much be a jerk. He has a tendency to be insulting or say something backhanded, whether intentional or not. It may be due to lack of more normal social etiquette, but damn does this man lack proper tact.

For example, it’s clear he doesn’t completely understand Zen’s reasoning for not accepting his offers. Not to mention he seems to deliberately ignore the fact that Zen is ALLERGIC TO FUCKING CATS MAN. And he also thinks that simply paying Jaehee a lot of money will make up for putting up with an unsupportive working environment. Of course, when you grow up with a shit ton of money, it may be surprising that not all people value it as much as you think. But still, man, it’s not like Zen and Jaehee are subtle about their situation. 

I also found his route to be rather uncomfortable at times. I personally don’t like feeling like I can’t do anything, nor do I like being told what to do or how to do things.   

I get that Jumin was trying to keep you safe and he absolutely doesn’t want to lose the one person he can actually call “his”, but the way he went about handling the whole situation was overwhelming and I didn’t enjoy it. This is something Jumin acknowledges actually: that he cannot control his emotions properly and is genuinely scared that he’ll hurt you. It’s a nice flaw to have, but it’s still a flaw I wouldn’t be able to handle in MC’s shoes. 

Also his hair is a pain in the ass to draw  

ship them with: Hardcore ship with my Unicorn MC. I swear I’ll post something involving them one day (when I can finally tame Jumin’s hair.) 

brotp them with: V is pretty much a given. I love childhood friendships, and I would kill for a canon CG of the two of them as children. 

While I don’t ship them, I do believe a friendship between him and Zen would be so much fun. Zen’s route shows that they can be civil with each other and when they are, they can actually hold a normal conversation. They’d be the kind of bros that’d pick on each other a little, and then laugh about it later. 

It’s my personal headcanon that Jumin actually likes taking care of people much younger than him. So he’s like a real brother to both Yoosung and Zen’s MC, the youngest of the group. 

needs to stay away from: Holy hell. It’s pretty much the same answer for everyone at this point. 

Let’s just go with every woman in his life that has tried to use and exploit the poor man. Especially that one step-mother (or I at least one of his father’s many mistresses) who actually tried to hit on him *shivers.* No wonder this man is emotionally numb to the opposite sex. 

misc. thoughts: With everything about Jumin’s personality, his history with women, and how the other boys treat him (looking at you Zenny)  there’s no denying the fact hat this man is 100% a Virigin. So while I do enjoy reading some of his kinky headcanons like the rest of the fandom, it does bother me how it’s common to exaggerate him as some BDSM, “50 Shades of Gray” daddy when I’m pretty sure next to Yoosung, he’d be the most vanilla when it comes to sex. At least at first. Kinks are something you develop with more experience, after all. 

Don’t deny it, Jumin would be that one lover who needs to do extensive research on sex first and ask not-so-subtle questions to the RFA before he’d be sure he was ready to please his SO for the first time. I now desire to see Jumin go to Zen for sex-ed and tips for bedtime festivities. 

post-finale

hey b99 fam i just thought of a few Things! a very mixed range of sad and happy so get ready for… different emotions?? they’re just in the order that i thought of them not like chronological or anything

1) Amy visiting Jake in prison: Amy excitedly tells Jake about the new binder she just bought or how she’s liking being a sergeant because seeing her happy makes him happy. she doesn’t ask questions. instead they talk about Paris, and Amy has already gotten a list from Holt of all the best things to do there, and she’s saving up. Jake didn’t think she was serious about it all and asks if they can really make it. Amy says: “when you get out of here, we’ll have enough. and in France, people will treat you as an innocent.”

1.5) the first several times she goes to visit, Amy has a panic attack right afterwards at the thought of what Jake is going back to. Gina talks her through it.

2) Rosa makes out w/ at least 1 girl in prison (Pimento no longer exists)

2.5) however she does not get romantically involved with any of them, it’s sort of all just to distract herself momentarily from where she is and what her life is like and it’s unhealthy but how could she be emotionally healthy anyway

3) Amy visiting Rosa in prison, asking how Jake is, asking how Rosa is and not usually getting a straight answer. one day she snaps a little bit, tears up, says she wants to be there for Rosa. (she switches to Spanish because the guards always seem to be listening.) admits that Rosa is like a sister to her, and that losing her was just as bad as losing Jake. Rosa’s a little shocked, but after a moment, places her hand on top of Amy’s and promises to be more open, because that’s what you’re supposed to do with your family.

4) Charles visiting Jake and Rosa in prison, bringing stories about Nikolaj and a smile always. obviously bc of #3 Rosa talks to the others about how she feels, but she tells Charles everything because she’s not ashamed of him seeing her break. she tells him about fear and the unfamiliarity of it. lack of a reason to live except seeing the Nine-Nine. knowing that for the rest of her life, even when her sentence is over, she will never really escape this.

4.5) Charles also tells Jake all the gross sex details about his relationship with Genevieve, and then tells him how Amy misses him terribly. Jake asks Charles to take care of her, please, and Charles says something weird about being a daddy, but yeah, of course he will.

5) Terry comes and visits too, naturally. Sharon comes along to see her god-husband Jake, and he gets to hear everything about the Jeffords kids. they have gently explained the situation to Cagney and Lacey, who always send drawings of Jake in his police uniform, as a hero. he hangs them in his cell. Terry visits Rosa alone, reminds her that she is strong. does not let her finish sentences that start with “but what if–” “but i can’t–”. she can walk a little taller after talking to him.

6) Gina gives birth to The Enigma and brings hundreds of photos to show Jake and Rosa, despite having previously sworn she would never be that parent. they ask if she’s going to marry Milton, and she says not until she can have two of her three maids of honor back. she promises Jake that she’s being kind to Amy. she tells Rosa that Holt gave her Rosa’s key, and that she’s looking after the apartment, and Rosa is relieved.

7) it takes Holt a short while to work up the strength to visit. the first time he does, he’s scared. and it scares him even more to see his son with shadows under his eyes, looking unnatural in bright orange. it’s hard to believe that this is not an undercover mission. he looks through case files every time Kevin drives him, hoping to be able to bring some good news, find some shred of evidence that will free Jake, who confesses that he doesn’t know how long he can make it in there. it is difficult for Holt to choke out an “i know you can, son.”

7.5) Holt apologizes the first time he sees Rosa. “maybe i should have let you go,” he says. “and you’d be safe.” Rosa tells him she would rather at least be here in New York than Argentina, and he can’t understand why. “you wouldn’t be in here if it weren’t for me. i was selfish to keep you from leaving.” Rosa says, “Captain, i would rather see you once a week for fifteen years, be trapped in here, than be free in a place where i would never see you again. i would miss my family.”

HAHAHAH SORRY THESE ALL TURNED OUT TO BE SAD I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN oh well i’m sad good day all

This Life

requested: Hi! I read your Tae scenario and loved it! I wanted to request a Jungkook rainy day type of fluff? Lol like he and his gf just stay in on a rainy day and chillax and play around 😃

Genre: fluff 

Word count: 1.7k

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


*squish squeak squish squeak*

Your shoes were sopping wet and the inevitable noise coming from them was agitating you even more as you walked down the hallway to your apartment. You reached into your bag trying to find your key to finally get inside and relax, but the sudden pool of water you felt at the bottom distracted you. “UGH OH MY GOD.” You yelled.

Jungkook was on the other side of the door, sitting on your couch and playing video games. He jumped at the sudden screams coming from outside the apartment and dropped his controller. Gosh he was startled, not many people yell so loud in apartment buildings. His eyes opened wide once recognizing your voice and ran to open the door and check if you were alright. You weren’t one to be so disruptive.

In a matter of seconds after you let out your anger verbally the door in front of you swung open and your boyfriend with wide eyes started questioning you immediately.
          “Y/n! What’s wrong?! Why’d you yell? Why are you soaking wet?!? Did someone do this to you? Why-”
    You let out a sigh as he was speaking. He calmed down and quieted himself. “No, I’m ok Jungkook.” You responded
You stepped forward and he stepped aside to let you into your shared apartment.
          Jungkook, still watching you wanting to know why you were in this state, stood silently. His eyes following your figure as you walked straight into the kitchen and to the sink. First, you took off your shoes. Wet shoes was one of your most hated feelings. After dumping the water out of them you did the same to your purse, after plugging the drain so nothing falls down the pipe.
      Damn. That’s all that was running through Jungkooks mind. How the hell is so much water coming out? He didn’t know that was scientifically possible.
             Finally, you ringed out your hair, bent over the sink so you wouldn’t ruin your wood floors.

“…so?” He questioned

“I wanted to walk to the food market today since we needed more produce and the weather seemed so nice. I was half way there, and you know how far it is, when it started raining so hard. It didn’t even look like it would rain. It’s like the grey clouds appeared out of no where!” You huffed. He went a few seconds without showing response. “It’s raining?” He asked confused.
You walked over to the window and swung open the curtains. He always closed them when he was gaming, it was his cave in a way. “Jungkook, it’s pouring.” He was appalled at the sight of the harsh amount of droplets being let down from the sky.
You proceeded to the bedroom to get changed into dry clothes. And warm ones. You were freezing by now.
He followed you a few feet behind, “yes, I do know how far it is, we always take the subway, why would you walk there baby?”
“I didn’t think it would rain and I wanted to be outside so I didn’t mind the distance..” you sulked and pulled off all your wet clothes clinging to your skin.
Jungkook left you to yourself for privacy while doing so. He yelled down the hall as he was almost back in the living room, “do you want hot tea or anything?”
“No it’s ok babe I’ll make it,” you hollered back.

A few minutes later, you exited your room with your pajamas on… even if it was only 2 pm. The coziest pants you could find and a soft t shirt (which happened to be Jungkooks but he let you claim it as yours a long time ago. He thought it was cute on you) and some fuzzy socks. You boiled the water in the electric kettle on the kitchen counter and made your way to the couch where jungkook continued his game. He was sitting with his legs apart, leaning forward when all of a sudden you blocked his vision and knelt down to make your next action easier. You then scooted in between his legs. There wasn’t much room on the couch between his thighs but you didn’t care because the only thing you wanted right now was the warmth of his body enveloping around your frame. Bringing your knees up to your chest you cozied into his torso and he scooted backward so you would have more room. The contact of soft skin from his lips on the nape of your neck made you even more at ease. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder so you wouldn’t block his view. He nuzzled into your neck once again, not leaving his eyes from the screen. “Who are you playing with” you asked
“Yugyeom, Bam Bam, Tae and Hongbin. Heechul left before you got home.”
“Why don’t you have your headset on then?”
“Because I’m with you y/n. I’m gonna get off once this match ends so I can cuddle my babygirl.” He said and he sent little pecks up to your ear while he was still nuzzled against you.
      Affection like this always made you giggle, it was such a precious thing. And he loved your giggles, so he only continued.

He put down his controller on the cushion next to him and snakes his arms around your stomach to give you a little bear hug. 

                                                *beep*

“Ahhh,” you frowned. The water was ready to be poured. Why couldn’t it have waited a little longer. You just wanted to stay in your boyfriends arms. “I don’t wanna get up” you whined, “but I really want tea,”
“I have a solution.” He held your waist and guided you to stand up while he did the same. Once standing, he turned you around so you were facing each other, only a few inches apart.

“Jump.” He said
“What?”
“Jump on me, I’ll carry you over.”

You did as he said, jumping onto his torso, latching your arms around his neck and your legs around his back. Like a piggy back ride, only in front. He place one hand on your lower back and one under your butt for support. As he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, he requested, “tell me what to do, you just hang on to me jagi.”
“Yes sir.” You playfully responded to his stern spoken words.
After telling him what tea bags to use, how much honey and milk you liked, he carried the cup of tea back to the living room and you sprung off of him landing on the couch flopping at the impact. He chuckled. “Aww your game ended. Sorry Jungkook.” You said sitting up.
              “It’s alright, I like you better.” He winked. He sat down next to you and put on the TV. Subconiously he raised the glass with your tea and put it to his lips. “Yah!! That’s mine!” You sounded like a little kid. So smol and cute when your angry. You reached for the cup but being the teaser your boyfriend was, he leaned far away from you and held the tea up in the air. There was no way you could reach it. That little meanie always teasing you. “Jungooook-ahh” your voice was raised and eyebrows furrowed. He gave you his signature bunny smile, all his teeth showing.
     You felt the warmth spread through your body. Every time he smiled like that you just fell more in love w him. You forgot all about the tea, only able to remember what a blessing this life was, how much things like this meant to you. How much he meant to you. In only what felt like a second to him you wrapped your arms around him and put your head in his chest. The scent of him made you try to snuggle into his chest more.
                Just a moment ago you were “mad” at him. You had your nose scrunched and you just wanted your tea. Now you couldn’t be closer to him. It psychically wasn’t possible. He was puzzled. But he didn’t mind it. He loved it actually. He softly placed the mug down on the coffee table and leaned back to the right so you two could lay down. He pulled you up closer to his face and you poked your head up to look at him, hands resting on his chest. He was looking back at you.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you.” He cheekily smiled.    “Well it’d kinda be awkward if you didn’t considering we live together.” You teased

He chuckled at your words before responding, “yeah yeah but seriously, I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. I love you y/n. So much.”
“I love you too jungkook.” You softly said back.

He pulled his head up to kiss your forehead before you both put your heads down. His was on the arm rest of the sofa and yours was right under his collarbones. His heart was right under you. You could hear the steady beat of his body and it made your life comfortable. He hand his hands towards the curve of your back and would draw insignificant patterns with his fingers from time to time. It all put you in a trance.
It felt like a dream, and maybe it was, but you didn’t want to wake up from it yet.

             You were tired. Being so tense earlier and walking all that way in the rain exhausted you. Sleepy was how you felt. And sleepy you looked.
“Go to sleep baby” he whispered to you
“Will you meet me in my dreams? I don’t wanna fall asleep yet if I stop getting to look at your face right now.” You said, sounding like a little kid because of your half awake state. You said such cheesy things when tired.
He smiled to himself, “yes. I’ll never leave your side. Now rest my love. Sweet dreams.”

                And with the melody that came naturally through his voice, you closed your eyes, took one last deep inhale, and by the time the last of it was over you were sleeping soundly. And he soon followed you. As your minds connected in dream land your heart beats connected on the couch. Your own essences of time synchronizing, making everything feel more secure and as if your love would never fade away.

         This life. It was made for you two to share. So share it you shall.

Bad Teacher pt. 1

It was the last hour of the day, and with the four hours of sleep you got last night combined with the completely uninteresting math lesson being reviewed in front of you, you couldn’t help it when your head began to nod and your eyes became too heavy to be forced open any longer. Giving up, you lie your head down on your crossed forearms, quickly drifting into a light sleep. You weren’t the type to sleep during class, but, given the conditions, you figured it would be fine.

No more than five minutes passed by before your teacher, Mr. Hemmings, slammed a heavy book down on the unoccupied desk in front of you. Bolting straight upright from your catnap, you looked up at the narrowed eyes of the young teacher in front of you, who wore a judging look upon his handsome, hard face.

“Sorry to bore you, Miss (Y/L/N), but I hope you will be considerate enough to put up with the remainder of the insipid review I’ve put together for you,” he stared at you harshly while you wiped the dried drool from your cheek. You avoided making eye contact with the man, assuming he would walk away and continue the review, having already embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but he continued, “I imagined you would appreciate it, considering the upcoming mid-term will be composed of the first five chapters in this unit; pardon me for attempting to make your life easier.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small sigh, not agreeing that your power nap was the end of the world, as your teacher thought it was. Again, he spoke loudly, “You want to roll your eyes just one more time?” He dared you, pushing his large hands into his pant pockets. You felt your cheeks growing bright red as you noticed the stares of all your classmates, some of them giggling with their neighbors. “Well?” He questioned you again, his voice was hard, reminding you to choose your words carefully.

"No,” was all you could quietly choke out.

"Excuse me?”

"No, sir,” you spat, louder this time, glaring at him.

He stared down at you with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow before responding, “See me after class,” and turning sharply on his heel before clearing his throat and continuing the lesson in his regular tone.

You put your head in your hands, wondering what crawled up his ass and died. All day long, you had looked forward to getting home before your parents arrived and began their nightly drunken brawling, but now it looked like you would get just as much sleep as last night, if not less.

After staring down every tick and every tock of the clock, its hands finally reached 2:42, and the bell dismissed each of my classmates, who scurried out of the room as quickly as they possibly could without trampling the body in front of them.

You gathered your things and slowly shuffled to Mr. Hemmings’s desk, where you stood in front of him, but did not meet his icy blue stare. After standing like this for what felt like forever, he finally cleared his throat, making you meet his gaze and attempt to swallow the lump that had lodged itself in your own.

"So, (Y/N),” he began slowly, “would you care to explain to me why you were sleeping in my class when you are well aware of our no-sleeping-in-my-class policy?” He raised his eyebrows while resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. Again, you averted your eyes, feeling sweaty under the intensity of his unwavering stare.

In response to his question, you just shrugged; you were unwilling to discuss the conditions of your private life with the man who had just barked at you like a military sergeant in front of your peers.

You heard him sigh loudly as he stood from his rolling chair. Glancing up, you furrowed your brows as he made his way to the front of his desk; there was now less than three feet between the two of you. You swallowed again, still attempting to remove the lump from your throat. Leaning against the front of his desk, he crossed his arms. “You are usually a very attentive student in my class, as well as the rest of your classes,” he spoke as he tilted his head back and licked his plump lips. For a moment, you wondered if he had asked your other teachers about your classroom behavior, but shrugged it off as unimportant. “Lately, though, you seem to have trouble focusing, and even staying awake,” he nodded in the direction of your desk, obviously referring to the incident that happened just twenty minutes earlier.

Again, he stood, creeping toward you one step at a time. With every step he took, your breath seemed to catch in your throat as you looked him up and down, from his neatly quiffed hair to his tight black dress shirt, which hugged every muscle he possessed perfectly, to his matching black dress pants, which were just as tight, all the way down to his shiny black dress shoes, and all the way back up. When you reached his clear blue eyes, he towered above you while standing less than a foot away from you. Given the close proximity, you were drowned in the smell of his earthy cologne. Inhaling deeply, you searched his face, trying to decipher his motives. A look of concern lived upon his face, and he lifted his arms to place both of his hands upon your shoulders while staring deeply into your eyes; your breath hitched at the contact.

"You know, (Y/N), you can tell me anything.” At the soft tone he spoke with, you trusted him, but you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so harsh during class, but so kind now.

When you lowered your head to look at your shoes, inspecting them to avoid replying to the man, he stepped closer to you, not leaving any space between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around your figure. With wide eyes, you slowly wrapped your own arms around your teacher’s muscular shape, not knowing if you should be hugging your teacher.

You gasped as you felt Mr. Hemmings’s hands rubbing small circles down your back until they finally reached your butt. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt as his own hands squeezed your ass, to which he let out a soft groan.

“God, (Y/N), your ass is incredible,” he continued kneading your bottom and he began placing light kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Um, Mr. Hemmings,” you stuttered as you slightly pushed against his body, trying to create some space. You could feel the wetness of your throbbing heat growing as you panted, although you would never admit that.

He mumbled in response, just enough to let you know he could hear you, while he lifted your skirt to play with your panty-covered ass. Silently, you thanked yourself for wearing a cute pair of underwear.

“What are you doing?” Your face was bright red as you, once again, put less than half of your effort into pushing him away. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” you lied, wanting nothing more than to be doing this.

He whipped you around and bent you against the cold, wooden desk. His fingertips dug into your hips as he stared at the curvature of your ass and the way your black lace panties hugged your bottom just right. He pressed himself against you and began grinding into your ass, making you cover your mouth to muffle the loud moan that escaped.

He bent down over you to whisper hotly in your ear, “So you’re telling me you don’t want this?” Slowly, he thrusted into your backside. You kept your hand over your mouth as yet another moan slipped by your lips. Shaking your head, you hoped he would see through your lie. Behind you, he stilled for a moment before reaching a hand down to feel your aching heat through your panties. You groaned as he rubbed you through your soaked underwear. Moving the fabric to the side, he rubbed small circles into your clit, making you cover your mouth again to refrain from calling out and drawing the suspicion of passersby.  

“This part of you doesn’t seem to be so sure of that.” You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he wore a cocky smirk on his face. Lying your head on the cool desk as you bit your lip, he asked you another time, “Are you sure you don’t want this, (Y/N)? All you have to do is say no,” he spoke softly into your ear. As much as you wanted to tell him to stop to not give him the satisfaction of having you so vulnerable, you could not bring yourself to give even the slightest shake of your head.

His body weight was removed from on top of you, but as you started to turn around to look for him, you were quickly turned back around and your head was pushed into the desk, making you gasp. From behind you, you heard Mr. Hemmings say, “Be a good girl and sit still.” Although you wanted to disobey him and see what he was doing, you thought it best to do as he said. A moment later, you felt the man’s large hands push your thighs apart and hold them in place. Seconds after that, his tongue dove in between your folds, slurping up your wetness and licking every inch of your pussy.

“Mr. Hemmings!” You exclaimed and whimpered as he did this. Your back arched to help him find more areas to lick. You could no longer hold back your voice as the man between your thighs sucked on your clit, making your legs shake. A long finger eased itself inside of you, twisting around and stretching your pussy, making way for what was to come. A slight burn accompanied the finger, but you still felt a knot growing inside of your stomach as your teacher continued to work on you.

“I-I think,” you were cut short by Hemmings adding another finger, making you wince slightly, but the pain quickly subsided as he curved his fingers up into you, hitting a spot inside of you that felt better than anything else. You curled your toes inside your shoes as your vision was blurred and white dots appeared in front of your eyes. “Oh, god,” you whimpered quietly as you felt the knot inside of you burst and you came around your teacher’s fingers.

He turned you around to make you sit upright on the desk and watch as he licked his fingers clean, making you tilt your head back and moan softly. He pulled you forward into him, making your lips meet for the first time. As you opened your mouth, he inserted his tongue, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

After he pulled back, he placed his hands on either side of you and asked, “Has any boy ever made you feel so good?” As he placed small kisses on your collarbone. Slowly, you shook your head, still dazed from your prior orgasm. Pulling away from you with a smirk on his face, he asked, “What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?” He pecked your lips with a small kiss.

You avoided his gaze and question, feeling the blush find its way to your cheeks yet again. His hand reached your chin and turned your head to look at him. “I asked you a question, Miss,” he said sternly, narrowing his eyes again, “and, as your teacher, I expect an answer.”

You swallowed before quietly mumbling, “Nowhere.”

He cupped around his ear and asked you to speak up.

You let out a deep breath before saying, “I’m a virgin,” and looking him in the eyes. The smirk was wiped off his face and he took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I, uh,” he started slowly, “did not know that.”

This time you were the one to narrow your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He seemed to panic as he tried explaining himself, “No, I, uh, didn’t mean that I think you’re easy or anything, I just assumed because most seniors nowadays have, you know, uh, had sex, and such.”

“Well, I haven’t found anyone who I’m willing to give it to yet.”

You were both silent for a minute before you stepped onto the ground and walked over to him, pulling him down by his tie into a passionate kiss. “Until now,” you said shyly as you pulled away from him.

The cocky smirk returned to his handsome face as he watched you straighten your skirt and skirt before gathering your things. “I’ll see you tomorrow in detention, (Y/N),” he called after you as you opened the door and walked away.

Engraved pt. 16

Masterpost
<– Engraved 15 | Chased 2 –> |Engraved 16.5 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 8890 
Notes for Update: 45
Warnings: Anger, fighting, abuse, smut and all that, something that sounds like self harm but is NOT, sorry guys…
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: pls don’t kill me….talk to me!

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Your pov

You found yourself at home, drenched from the rain again, sitting on the couch staring at the bottle of whiskey that was still on the table somehow. To be honest, you’d never been an emotional drinker, but right now you just wanted to fucking get away from everything. It was better than dosing on pills or something, wasn’t it? So you poured yourself a generous glass and clambered up the stairs after leaving a not for Kyungsoo. You didn’t expect him to come home to you tonight, but you left it anyway. Saying it might be better if he sleep on the couch tonight.
Just because you didn’t like taking your problems to bed with you, and right now that was the only way not to.
Your bed was comfortable, but ice cold from the window you had left open. So you sighed deeply, took a large gulp of the whiskey and gathered your blanket down the stairs. Just so you could put them in the dryer one a short trial.
When you waited for it to finish you stared at you phone, on the verge of calling Jongdae and breaking down. There was a sense of fear, and you noticed it in your body as you thought Kyungsoo came home. But as you waited silently in the laundry room, you realised it was probably just a noise.

Originally posted by jinians

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