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🌟Things to do with Unused Tarot or Oracle Decks 🌟

Originally posted by alyssafoote

Sometimes we don’t connect with our decks or hardly ever use them. Here are some ways to use those decks you don’t use!
🌟 Gift them! Someone who’s beginning divination or someone who enjoys a good tarot or oracle deck would love to have that deck, no doubt! It would be an awesome holiday gift or just a nice surprise for someone who appreciates divination!
🌟 Make art with them! You can put them in picture frames and hang them in your room, add them to your grimoire or book of shadows, make a collage, and whatever else you want! Tarot and oracle decks are beautiful and they can be great pieces of art.
🌟 Create a game with them! You can easily incorporate tarot and oracle cards into board games, playing card decks, and other games for something fun and new!
🌟 Use them in spells! Tarot and oracle cards are a great way to empower spells and you could even make them into charms!
🌟 Make a vision board! Use the cards on a poster or cork board to describe the future that you wish to have. Not only would it be gorgeous, but it’d remind you of who you strive to be!
🌟 Use the deck to create a thoughtform! Picking what cards you want, you can channel that energy and make a thoughtform who could help you in your craft.
🌟 Use the cards as offerings! Take what cards you want and lay them out on an altar or another place and offer those cards to a deity or whoever you want! It’d be a great and beautiful offering and I’m sure it’d be appreciated.
🌟 Use the deck to bring fruitful dreams! Take what cards you want and place them under your pillow to bring dreams that relate to those cards. This way, you don’t have to be too afraid of crumpling the cards and you can give a use to the deck!

While The Boys Are Away | Bobby [M]

Originally posted by sugutie

Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it’s your first time sleeping together? Thank you!

Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜

Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3,266


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Meeting Him (Lee Jong Suk Scenario)

Genre: romance, fluff, comedy

Word count: 2 055

Warning:  none

Summary: A drama-like meeting.

You went back to the hotel, dead tired from all the walking around the city. Seoul was surely exciting and full of life, but you were exhausted and all you could think of was a nice bath in your nice hotel room, an episode of whatever drama was on TV while enjoying the luxury of having room-service in a five stars hotel.

Stepping inside the hotel drew you some curious looks which made you blush as you fumbled for your phone. Your shorts and simple t-shirt surely didn’t match the hotel’s image, nor did the dusty sneakers or backpack full of trinkets. Thank God you had the roaming services activated and were able to call your friend.

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This week, I found out I like D&D!!! After being nervous for years about improv role playing, my friend finally convinced me to have a go and it’s AWESOME! I used to have major anxiety about it, worried that I would make bad choices that would lead the story in a direction that my friends didn’t like and I’d end up ruining the game for everyone else. I was genuinely so scared.

But it turns out, it’s actually super fun and my friends are awesome and my bestie is a fantastic DM who doesn’t mind letting us all get away with making the silliest choices. He even bought me my own dice in Hufflepuff colours! 😍 Pictures don’t do them justice, they’re seriously the prettiest things I own. They look like solidified golden syrup. I could look at them all day!

We’re talking about making D&D a regular thing and I’m so incredibly hyped about it.

I had a bit of a shaky day today but then I baked some cookies and now I’m chilling with beer and video games so everything’s alright. I’m trying to stay positive.

Love.

I’m not sorry

Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary; You make a bet with Sebastian. Who ever loses, has to do what the other orders for 12 hours. Spoiler; you lose.

Warnings; TRIGGER WARNING! rough NON-CON (as in rape), orgasm denial, spanking, choking aaand cursing

A/N; so this is the first smut on this blog so I hope you like it! also, dedicated to @allibear01 for being awesome 💙



You hated Sebastian Stan with a passion. He was an arrogant idiot that you couldn’t stand. He never did anything bad to you but his attitude towards was enough for you to loath him. And of course, he was your new co-star.

Getting casted on the Avengers new movie, Civil War, was a dream come true. Never had you thought it would actually happen but it did and there was a downside to it. You were playing an Hydra doctor that was signed to treat the Winter Soldier, aka Sebastian Stan, your worst enemy. Okay, not ‘worst enemy’, but close. And it killed you that he was so good looking but a total asshole. You were a professional actress so you weren’t gonna let him get to you with his stupid and obnoxious comments he made all the time. Not until he crossed the line.


You had just walked into a club that all the cast had gathered for a night of fun and drinks on your weekend off from work. The loud music was setting you into the party mood as you arrived at your reserved private table and immediately got attacked with a bone crushing hug by an overly drunk Chris Evans.

“Heeey Y/N! You finally came! Here, have some shots!”, he yelled as he let go and picked up two shots from the table and started to force one down your throat. You quickly drank the burning liquid before another one was poured into your mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough, thank you!”, you stopped him from getting more and trying to not puke at the disgusting taste in your mouth. Chris laughed as he pulled you over to the other and they all greeted you with smiles as most of them were almost as drunk as Chris but one persons face didn’t move an inch at the sight of you. Sebastian. You rolled your eyes as you saw him and decided to just ignore him.

You drank until you matched the others drunken state until RDJ announced that you were all leaving to the after party at his house.


Robert’s penthouse was oddly similar to the Avengers tower from the inside, it was huge and the bar and sofa area were almost identical. Sitting on the comfy couch with Chris Evans and Hemsworth, RDJ himself, Elizabeth, Anthony and Mark you had started to get down a little from your buzz but everyone else seemed to be as drunk as ever, besides Sebastian. The rest of the cast were somewhere else in the apartment.

Chris Evans had an ‘awesome’ idea that you’d all play a game of truth or dare. The game went on for a while until it was Sebastian’s turn. He chose dare and was given a challenge to pick three people of the cast who he’d kiss, marry and kill. You didn’t pay any attention to it and took a big gulp of your drink but then you heard Seb say your name.

“I’d definitely kill Y/N, that’s easy. And I’d kiss…”, he continued but you spaced out for the rest as you couldn’t believe he just said that. The others started to shift around a little awkwardly. You knew he hated you as much as you did him and so did everyone else but he was always more playful with it than you so him saying that he would kill you? That was too much and with your liquid courage, you decided to speak up.

“I’d definitely kill you too Seb. The world would be a better place without a selfish man whore like you”, you winked. The air was getting a little tight in the room now.

“Okay! Onto the next one!”, Elizabeth tried but Sebastian wasn’t having it.

“No, no, wait. What do you mean man whore?”, he questioned you with a hard stare.

“Do I need to explain it to you? It’s a man that…”, you began but he interrupted.

“I know what it means, you bitch. But you’re the one that’s been whoring around set, fucking almost every cast member so what gives you the right to call me that?”, he asked with a challenging voice. You rose your brows at him as your mouth fell a little open.

“How dare you fucking say that? You don’t know me or what I do, you cunt”, you were starting to lose your cool but chuckled when you called him a cunt.

“Kids, be nice. Have a drink and relax”, Downey said and you tried to keep your mouth shut but couldn’t.

“I’m not gonna be here and watch this bitch tryna get into some sluts pants”, you said and stood up.

“Please, the only slut here is you and I wouldn’t even have to try to get into yours”, he smirked and you started to really lose it.

“Wanna bet?”, you growled at him with your fists clenched and took a step towards him. Chris Evans stood up and stepped in front of you.

“That’s a great idea! I wanna make a bet!”, he yelled, still super drunk. You folded your arms in front of you and waited for him to continue.

“Okay, so you two will shut up for the rest of the night, not saying anything to each other and we’re all gonna have a great night!”, he cheered and everyone agreed with him that it was a good idea.

“And what happens if you lose the bet?”, Sebastian questioned.

“You will… Have to do what the winner says for the next 12 hours!”, Chris explained and you had a little moment of fear but shaked it off. You were gonna win this.

You both agreed to the bet and the night continued with more alcohol. But only for an hour. Until Sebastian crossed the line.


You were playing beer pong with Elizabeth on your team against the two drunk Chris’ and it was so much fun. Until you felt something cold and wet run down your back. You screamed in surprise at the liquid running down your dress and turned to be faced with Sebastian.

“What the fuck, you fucking asshole?!”, you yelled and pushed him back.

“It wasn’t my fault! Anthony bumped into me!”, he yelled back with anger. You were about to yell again when Chris interrupted.

“You lose Y/N”, he chuckled at you.

“What?”, you questioned with furrowed brows.

“You just lost the bet. You spoke to him first”, he explained.

“That’s not my fault! He spilled his drink on me on purpose to make me lose!”, you said and glared at Seb.

“Don’t be a sore loser Y/N”, he smirked at you as you left to go change.


You came back and walked straight to the bar where Bruce Banner had been in Age of Ultron as you had calmed down and changed into a big t-shirt you had gotten from Robert, barely covering your ass. You started to mix yourself a strong drink to make you forget about this horrible evening.

“Make me one”, you heard Seb’s voice but refused to look at him.

“Hell no”, you simply said and looked up to see everyone else distracted by each other on the sofas in the distance so they couldn’t hear you two.

“You lost the bet. You’re bound to do everything I say for the next 12 hours”, he said and you didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. But his words were true and you weren’t happy about it but you always kept your word.

“One drink coming right up”, you fake smiled as you started to make him one too, putting way too much vodka into it that would definitely ruin the taste. You handed him the drink but kept looking forward, ignoring him.

“Nice try. I’ll take this”, he said and grabbed the glass from your hand and switched them. You looked at the drink and placed it on the counter after taking a small sip of it and cringing at the taste. You could hear Seb chuckle as he stepped to stand behind you, bodies almost touching. Then you felt his hand on your ass and you violently turned around and tried to push him away but he wouldn’t move.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, you asked furious. He kept smirking at you.

“Collecting my prize. Now, I want you to shut up and do what I say”, he simply said. You opened your mouth to speak but he placed his finger against your lips and shushed you with a shake of his head. You closed your mouth but glared at him.

“Turn around”, he commanded and you did. He pushed you a little against the counter as his hand went back to your ass and he lifted the fabric of the shirt to reveal your cheeks and then gave a small slap to it. You looked over your shoulder at him but he just pushed her head back forward. His hand started to snake between your legs and since you weren’t wearing any underwear, you had to stop him.

“Don’t you even fucking think about that!”, you growled at him and tried to get away but his hand gripped your throat from behind and squeezed.

“I told you to shut the fuck up”, he said into your ear and you gulped at his dominant attitude. His hand remained at your throat but he didn’t squeeze anymore as his hand went back between your legs from behind. He rubbed your clit a few times and you tried your best to tell yourself this was just a dream. After a few seconds, you felt him pushing his finger in but you weren’t wet enough to give him access. At this, his hand came in front of your face.

“Make them wet”, he whispered and plunged three fingers into your mouth, gagging you a little as you watched the others not noticing what was going on. He pulled them out and his hand returned to its familiar position between your legs and two fingers were now stuck deep inside you. You gasped at the contact and placed your hands against the counter to steady yourself as he finally let go of your throat.

“Good little slut”, he purred into your ear and you felt furious again as you had lost reality for a moment. You hated this man and now he was fingering you. Suddenly he pulled out and turned you around again and started to push on your shoulders.

“On your knees”, he commanded and you felt to color drain from your face. He wouldn’t force you to do this and you were never gonna do it, right? Once you were on your knees, a zipper being opened pulled you from your thoughts.

“Open wide”, he smirked down at you as your mouth fell open at the sight of his huge cock.

“Atta girl”, he smirked and shoved it down your throat before you had a chance to close your mouth. He gripped your hair and pushed it deeper as your tongue flattened against him, making you nose press against his lower stomach, cutting off your air supply. He held you there for a moment before pulling back and you gasped for air as you tried to push him away. A small chuckle fell from his mouth before he did it again and you gagged but this time held you there longer and you heard footsteps.

“Have you seen Y/N?”, you heard Mark’s voice but Seb’s answer wasn’t clear to you as you started to see black spots in your vision from the lack of air. Mark clearly couldn’t see behind the counter. Thankfully, Sebastian finally pulled away and you fell to the floor, coughing as your lungs burned.

“Follow me”, Sebastian said as he pulled his cock back into his pants and started to walk away.

You thought about leaving or going back to the others but he would probably do something worse if you did so you went to quickly follow after him as he led you to a bedroom.

“Take that shirt off and get on the bed on all fours”, he said and you hesitated before refusing.

“No. I know you won the bet but this was not the deal”, you said, trying to sound as confident as possible under his instead stare. He took three long steps to stand in front of you and then took a fistful of your hair and yanked it back with force.

“This was the deal. Anything. You agreed to it”, he growled as he released you and you rubbed your scalp, feeling afraid now.

“Sebastian, please. You don’t have to do this. I’m sure we can figure something out. I know we hate each other but you don’t have to rape me for it”, you dryly chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the room. The response to your words was a hand forcing you down on the bed, painfully hard.

“Shirt off. On all fours”, he repeated his previous words and you shakily pulled the shirt off, covering your body as much as you could as you crawled to sit on the bed.

“Are you fucking deaf?”, he asked angrily as he lifted your body like it weighted nothing and positioned you on your hands and knees. You didn’t dare to move anymore and your ass and pussy were now on full display for him. You heard some shuffling from behind.

“My hand or my belt?”, he suddenly asked and you felt too stunned by everything to answer. Seb clearly decided for you when you felt a stinging pain on your ass from his belt.

“Please, don’t!”, you pleaded as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. Another spank was given by his hand and the tears now fell freely. Out of nowhere, a finger entered your pussy and you gasped.

“You’re actually fucking wet from this, you slut?”, he laughed and you felt humiliated. No matter how much you disliked the man, you had started to enjoy his dominance and felt disgusted at yourself but you couldn’t control your body anymore. You weakly shook your head at his comment which earned another laugh.

“This was supposed to be my prize, not yours so guess I have to do something else”, he said and flipped you on your back. You looked at him with teary eyes and hoped he would stop this. His face turned into a smirk when he saw your face, clearly satisfied about the state he had put you in. He then grabbed your ankles and forced your legs open as he looked at your wet pussy. He released your other leg and it fell on the bed when he spread your pussy lips with his fingers and you closed your eyes.

“Horny bitch”, he muttered as his fingers disappeared and you waited for something to happen next. But you definitely didn’t think he would slam his cock into you without warning.

“No! Sebastian, stop!”, you yelled but he placed his hand over your mouth. You tried to push him away or close your legs but your struggling only seemed to amuse him as he smirked and just pounded into you. You hated to admit that it started to feel good when he stretched you but that didn’t make it okay.

The merciless abuse continued for a while and you started to fade away from reality, trying your best to imagine it was someone you actually wanted. A slap on your cheek made your eyes fly open.

“I want you to look at me and say my name”, Sebastian told you after he removed his hand from your mouth. You stayed silent and only glared at him.

“Say my name”, he repeated and twisted your nipple, causing a moan to escape your mouth.

“You’re enjoying this already so why make it any harder?”, he teased and you were about to close your eyes again but remembered his words. Suddenly, he pushed deeper than he had before and his name automatically came from your mouth in another moan.

“That’s it baby. Scream it!”, he encouraged you and you started to repeat it as your nails went to scratch on his chest. Getting lost in the moment, you forgot about what was actually happening.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum”, he growled at you as you started to get a satisfied look on your face. Just as you were about to disobey him, he pulled out, denying you of your orgasm as he finished on your stomach. You watched the white liquid spreading on your skin and starting to drip on the sheets.

The bed bounced as Sebastian stood up and fixed his clothing and started to walk to the door, leaving you covered in his cum. You didn’t expect him to just leave you there but then you remembered who he was. And the rage was back. How could you have let this happen?

Sebastian stopped before opening the door and turned to look at you and smirked.

“When we go out there, you’re gonna sit next to me and pretend we made up and act like you’re worshipping the ground under my feet. No one will ever know of this or of anything else where gonna do in the following 11 hours we still have left”, he told you and you felt fear as you had forgot about the bet.

“Oh, and make me a drink when you come out, will ya? Thanks, doll”, he winked and left.

swanofstorie  asked:

Hi, what do you think of this: stiles who I just starting college and is super nervous and he meets a few people his age but with the classes he's taking the majority are older people. He meets Derek and to Stiles' surprise they hit it off and after a couple weeks Derek invites him over to hang out with his other friends (who are all Derek's age) and Stiles' is hella nervous but then it happens and he hits it off with everyone and now he has a bunch of friends that he can go to advice for.

Oooh. 

Are we talking older Derek here? Derek who maybe went back to college in his 30s because of the fire. Derek who, while still trying to figure out how to go on after losing his entire family, still has his life together. At least, in terms of appearances. He has a loft in walking distance of his classes, a steady income (or insurance money, depending on how angsty you really want to go into this) and even a *gasp* social life. Derek never really expected to want friends, having resigned himself to a lifetime of loneliness as punishment for Kate, but after a few people noticed the way he played basket ball - exceptionally well - at the gym Derek never managed to be able to shake them once they invited him to be on the local team. 

Enter Stiles who, despite his best efforts, just can’t seem to hold down any friends. He misses Scott, he misses having a best friend; at least one you can wake up at three in the morning because you have been marathoning a new TV series and just have to show it to someone else right now because oh my god. He can still skype and text Scott but it isn’t the same as having someone sit beside you and eat lunch with you. In a word, Stiles is lonely and he misses being able to say he has plans later. And yeah, okay, so maybe those “plans” always usually consisted of choosing pizza toppings and playing video games with Scott and only Scott but screw you, those plans were awesome and his mom bought him a lot of those games so, you know

*does best 90s movie narration voice* Derek, meet Stiles, who automatically gets under your skin and by “under your skin” we mean like an unpleasant itch. Stiles is loud, never stops moving, his heartbeat is always racing a hundred million miles a minute and every single time he interrupts the professor to ask a question he always has a fucking good point. Derek hates all of it, especially when he has to reluctantly write down what Stiles says because it’s always ten times more interesting than what the class is actually trying to get at. Derek is pretty sure Stiles doesn’t even take History. At least, it’s not his proper major which just irks Derek more. 

Still, Derek can’t help but notice how Stiles always seems…sad? That when someone calls his name his scent picks up and his heart races but when he finds out the person only wants to borrow a pen or tell him his head is blocking their view it sours again and Derek can’t help but be…aware. He finds himself sitting closer and closer to Stiles every week until one day he finds himself sitting next to Stiles and, of all the things, complimenting him on his t-shirt. Derek doesn’t even understand the reference on it and Stiles snorts in response, clearly very aware of this fact. Still, Stiles doesn’t turn away, biting his lip rather nervously as he sneaks glances at Derek in between what must be some of the most - if not the most awkward - moments of his life. 

Eventually, the lecture starts. Stiles’ pen runs out ten minutes in and Derek gives him his and somehow, somehow, a friendship is born. 

By the time next semester rolls around and Stiles sits down beside him, handing him a book on ancient languages with a casual shrug and a whispered, “I saw it and thought of you” Derek knows he’s in trouble. (Derek always thought he knew what people meant when they sad they got butterflies in their stomach looking at someone, thinking about someone, but, fuck, how very very wrong he had been. He isn’t even sure he’s breathing properly.) 

It takes three years, three years for anything to happen. They are friends, good friends, and Stiles changes Scott’s title to “brother” so he can give the “best friend” title to Derek. Derek pretends it isn’t a big deal, rolls his eyes when Stiles tells him “the news”, but he can’t help but feel nothing less than honoured. Wonderfully, painfully honoured to be Stiles’ best friend. His teammates, Stiles’ friends now too, Derek realises fondly, tease him mercilessly about it because Derek’s cheeks turn beet red when Stiles gets him a mug saying world’s grumpiest friend on it, a score drawn through the word “grumpiest” and replaced with the word “best”. 

They get together a month after graduation, a week after Stiles moves in with him. They are in the middle of a party, thrown by Erica to celebrate the opening of Boyd’s new bakery, when it happens. Stiles is dancing to some Disney song, singing into the handle of a mop and looking so dorky Derek’s heart constricts. It’s not even two seconds before he finds himself walking over to him and, without thought, blurts out, “I want to adopt a cat with you.” Then, blinking because what, he says, “You, I want you…and a cat. I want our cat to sleep on our bed. I want an our.” It’s the least smooth he’s ever been and someone giggles - he assumes Erica - behind him. 

Stiles breaks out into a grin. “Oh, thank fuck, I got you another mug for Christmas and I was worried it was going to be so. fucking. awkward.”

As it turns out, the mug says World’s Best Boyfriend and Stiles doesn’t wait until Christmas to give it to him. Instead, he serves Derek breakfast in bed with it the next morning, filled to the brim with coffee. “I don’t know about you,” he says, watching Derek take a sip with a strange, happy look on his face, “but I really think it’s about time our bed gets acquainted with our butts.”

“Are you going to say ‘our’ in that way about everything now?” Derek glares, trying not to choke on his coffee.  

Stiles waggles his eyebrows. “Yeah, yeah I think I am.” He grins. 

Derek smiles, despite himself. “I think…I could be okay with that.” 

anonymous asked:

iimuchakk asks - A scenario or headcannon for Aladdin, Alibaba, Hakuryuu and Morgiana all playing strip poker?

@iimuchakk

  • no one know who´s idea it was
  • but someone did shout it out loud and everyone else simply agreed, ´cause, y´know
  • boredom
  • Alibaba was eager to play the game and enthusiastically handed out the cards
  • the others were rather lost, except Morgiana
  • and that fact shocked the rest
  • “ Morg-san, you know how to play poker? That´s awesome!”
  • she just nods her head, saying that she learned by watching Jamil play with other owners
  • aaannnd sharing that piece of information made the others either furious or simply mad
  • trying to ease the tension, Aladdin asks how and when they´ll need to strip
  • and that makes Alibaba all giddy again
  • after the seemingly sparkling dungeon capturer was done with the explanation, they started
  • albeit hesitantly
  • to sum it up: Alibaba lost, having only his red rope tied around his neck left
  • Aladdin only lost his upper clothing- vest and bandages
  • Hakuryuu, well- was a blushing mess
  • he played good tho
  • he sat shirtless infront of Morgiana and couldn´t look anyone in the eyes
  • and Morg-chan sat there, wearing all of the losers clothes
  • she haven´t touched the pile of clothes at the beginning, however the shaking hand of Hakuryuu that tried to get his upper clothing back, made it look like a necessity for her to take them
The Liar and His Lover Episode 10

“And that’s how it works.
That’s how you get the girl.”

Rub some salt into the wound, will you? If it wasn’t enough for Chan-young feeling down about the song he wrote for MUSH&CO doing so-so in the charts, he now knows for sure Han-kyeol and So-rim are together. Ouch! And I know the guys of Crude Play jokingly commented on how he never had any initiative about doing building up group trip but somehow I feel like they meant it. Then again, I don’t see them making more of an effort either.

And I wish I could feel happy for Yoo-na since I know the troubles and insecurities that constantly surround her in the industry but she’s such a passive-aggressive and envious person, I don’t feel like celebrating her song made it to number one. She broke up with Han-kyeol in the worst way possible and now it’s resentful that he’s not pining over her or at her beck and call. Screw this! If I’m to cheer on for this character, I want her to deserve it.

CEO Yoo was on fire too, rubbing in more passive-aggressive and outright aggressive digs at CEO Choi, who is already making moves to have his revenge. What is the deal between these two? I wish they would just keep away from each other’s paths, which is something CEO Choi seems to want too and it’s CEO Yoo who refuses to backdown. I admire her and resent her for it because she’s a empowering character who calls the important shots, but she has such a bad way to go around things.

Speaking of which, I finally understand a little more about Kang In-woo, who seems to be receiving a lot of music deals but he rejects them because he knows these people don’t appreciate his music. One wants to make amends and the other pay back to the first one, and he has clearly move on from the past. Yes, all Kang In-woo wants is for someone to appreciate his present day music and self. I hope it’s Han-kyeol who gets to do this for his father, he is after all in a position to do so and would be able to protect his music too.

I’m also over the Se-jung subplot, girl needs to go ASAP. Gyoo-sun is already onto her with the whole phone thing and his disappointed face was too much to handle. I know this character is being set up for heartbreak and I can’t take it. He’s precious and must be protected, while she’s a conniving self absorbed leach. I know Gyoo-sun is an assertive and sensitive person, so I’m sure he will tell her off next time he catches her doing something like that, or at least I hope he does.

Meanwhile, Shi-hyun and Soo-yeon need more screen time together, damn it! Their scenes made me squeal more than anything else through the entire hour and they are not even the main couple. I’m a goner and so are they, for each other. I want SOMETHING from this front, soon. Ya hear me show? SOON.

Crude Play remains bro-tastic and I wished they would have show more of their drinking games because, one: they are awesome, and two: Soo-yeon totally won that night. I am sure of it.

Who the hell is that man and what he has done with Han-kyeol? I was not expect he would be so open about his feelings. Who knew he could be this affectionate? So-rim, you lucky gal. He’s still dating up. And I love he still is in shock of Dad’s friendship with So-rim, lol. But I’m even more glad that he has someone and something on a personal level, beyond music, he wants to protect. Han-kyeol was all business before meeting So-rim and now he’s having fun and is happy again, this is something he had lost before Crude Play even debuted and I hope it lasts for a long, long time.

But this week’s star is So-rim. Not only did she stood her ground and told off Yoo-na and her passive-agreesive bitchiness in regards of her past relationship with Han-kyeol (you go, girl!) but also she defended the song Chan-young wrote for her band, which ultimately it’s also her music. It might not be perfect but So-rim and Chan-young are still new at what they are doing, so it’s expect for them to have some setbacks. On this topic, I’m cheering for them. In regards of Chan-young’s feelings for her, I’m afraid the he is setting himself up for even more heartbreak.

So-rim might have a long way before reaching the number one spot in the charts but she’s happy to just being able to sing and work towards her dreams, some of them have already come true. And the greatest one it’s just getting started.

Originally posted by vivere-militare-est-1991

Feed a Borrower a Cookie

Prompt: Eyes

AU: ???

 The characters in this are actually from another story I’ve been brainstorming and thought I would include for some practice. That and they are just so darn cute. Here are the ages so no one gets confused.

 Cathy: 6

 Ladle: 8

 Toby: 4

 Again, not a lot of focus on eyes but still mentioned a few times. Enjoy!


Cathy shook as the giant pair of blue eyes focused on her. She had been caught out in the open and was now cornered between the human and the tissue box she had been trying to take from. She shouldn’t have even been out here in the first place, she was too young to be borrowing out on her own. But both her parents had come down with a cold and she–along with the rest of her siblings–had wanted to help them out.

 The three of them had snuck out late at night, taking all the necessary cautions they saw their dad take before he ever went out to borrow. Mainly making sure the human was asleep. And he had been asleep, just, no one had thought of the chance of him waking up.

 Now Cathy was trapped, the human’s intense gaze making her legs feel like jelly. The human would catch her now, at any moment. She would be killed, or eaten, just like all the stories she’s heard. She noticed the human move closer and she turned her head away, curling in on herself.

 At least Ladle and Toby were okay.

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Be Quiet

A/N: Request from an anon who had an awesome idea about playing a little quiet tickle game. Another reader insert (romantic) with Sans cause you know I’m trash. Take this sin from my hands. Also, this is SFW the wording makes it seem sexual or something lmao.

Des: It’s late at night at the skelebros house, and you’re having a hard time sleeping. Sans tries to comfort you, but you’re gonna have to be a bit more quiet during his methods, or else you’ll wake up Papyrus. 

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The house was silent. It was 2 a.m. in Snowdin Town, and you were tossing restlessly against Sans, who was snoring loudly. 

There wasn’t anything wrong, you just had a lot of thoughts running through your mind. You got like that sometimes. How could Sans sleep so well? He slept at his job station most of the day anyway. 

You sighed, turning on your side to look at him. It must be hard somedays, living underground, you thought. No sunshine or fresh air. You wondered how Sans had survived down here this long. Maybe because of his brother? Or maybe he hadn’t.

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Today was my last day and i can’t tell you how much more free i feel, it was stressful but the people i had worked with and still worked with before today were the best people other then some bumps but i still enjoyed it an learned alot also i fucking hate video games after this job so hopefully ill play more. Also it was amazing meeting the people that came into my store they made it worth while, it’s sad that no one else will care to know there names or who they are and I’ll miss my little buddy aiden.. So goodbye gamestop 2014-2017! and for the people that is working for them do not stress over everything it is NOT WORTH IT!!!! “and thanks to my boss and the ga for the awesome cake he thought of it while she made it :(”

STOP SCROLLING

Reminder that you don’t need to participate in the fandom 24/7 to be part of it. Reminder that is ok to be shy and just like/reblog posts. Reminder that just by supporting the staff you are doing something. When the game comes out, play it, you don’t need a fan account for that.

👏You👏are👏awesome👏

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The Only Thing I Have To Say About Gamer Gate

I had a day off this weekend from shooting Supernatural, and I was walking around downtown Vancouver on Saturday, sampling all the artisan coffee I could get my throat around. At one point I saw a pair of guys walking towards me wearing gamer shirts. Black short-sleeved, one Halo and one Call of Duty. 

Now in my life up until this point, that kind of outfit has meant one thing: Potential comrades. I love games, I love gaming. If it’s Friday night, I’m not out hanging at a club, I’m diving into a new game I downloaded on Steam. And I am blessed with the fact that my career is largely built upon that love, which I channeled into fiction so many years ago with “The Guild”. If there’s anything I’m proud of in this world, it’s the fact that I’ve had people come up to me on the street and at conventions over the years to tell me that they feel confident to call themselves a gamer because of my work, where before they were ashamed. Hearing that kind of stuff has kept me going, against the mainstream, against all odds. 

So seeing another gamer on the street used to be an auto-smile opportunity, or an entry into a conversation starting with, “Hey, dude! I love that game too!” Me and that stranger automatically had something in common: A love for something unconventional. Outsiders in arms. We had an auto-stepping stone to hurtle over human-introduction-awkwardness, into talking about something we loved together. Instant connection!

But for the first time maybe in my life, on that Saturday afternoon, I walked towards that pair of gamers and I didn’t smile. I didn’t say hello. In fact, I crossed the street so I wouldn’t walk by them. Because after all the years of gamer love and inclusiveness, something had changed in me. A small voice of doubt in my brain now suspected that those guys and I might not be comrades after all. That they might not greet me with reflected friendliness, but contempt.  

I went home and was totally, utterly depressed.

I have not said many public things about Gamer Gate. I have tried to leave it alone, aside from a few @ replies on Twitter that journalists have decided to use in their articles, siding me against the hashtag. Why have I remained mostly silent?

Self-protection and fear. 

I have been through a lot in my years on the internet. I have encountered a small fraction of the attacks from people like the ones who currently represent the worst of this “movement”. In the past, I worked through it alone because I felt shining a light on their words gave them exactly what they wanted: Attention and credibility. To say that their attacks and contempt didn’t set me back creatively would be a lie, but overall I got through the twists and turns, emotionally battered, but alright. My philosophy has always been, “Exist and represent yourself the way you want to exist as a woman who loves games, not as a reflection of what other people think or want of you. You will change minds by BEING. Show, don’t tell.” The attacks I experienced over the years were NOTHING compared to people who are the victims of these attacks now, but I still thought early on during the Gamer Gate phenomenon, “These trolls will dissipate into the night like they always do, it will be fine.”

But they have not dissipated. And because of the frightening emotions and actions attached to what has happened over the last month, the events are sure to have a long-lasting affect on gaming as a culture. The fact that it has affected me, to the point where I decided to cross the street last weekend away from those gamers, was heartbreaking. Because I realized my silence on the issue was not motivated by some grand strategy, but out of fear that the issue has created about speaking out. 

I have been terrified of inviting a deluge of abusive and condescending tweets into my timeline. I did one simple @ reply to one of the main victims several weeks back, and got a flood of things I simply couldn’t stand to read directed at me. I had to log offline for a few days until it went away. I have tried to retweet a few of the articles I’ve seen dissecting the issue in support, but personally I am terrified to be doxxed for even typing the words “Gamer Gate”. I have had stalkers and restraining orders issued in the past, I have had people show up on my doorstep when my personal information was HARD to get. To have my location revealed to the world would give a entry point for a few mentally ill people who have fixated on me, and allow them to show up and make good on the kind of threats I’ve received that make me paranoid to walk around a convention alone. I haven’t been able to stomach the risk of being afraid to get out of my car in my own driveway because I’ve expressed an opinion that someone on the internet didn’t agree with. 

HOW SICK IS THAT? 

I have allowed a handful of anonymous people censor me. They have forced me, out of fear, into seeing myself a potential victim. 

And that makes me loathe not THEM, but MYSELF. 

So I write this to urge any person, male or female, who now has the impulse to do what I did, to walk away from something they loved before, to NOT. 

Don’t let other people drive you away from gaming. 

Games are beautiful, they are creative, they are worlds to immerse yourself in. They are art. And they are worth fighting for, even if the atmosphere is ugly right now. A small minority are putting up barbed wire walls between us who love games. And that is sad. Because odds are 99% certain that those guys on the street who I avoided would have been awesome to talk to. I realize that letting the actions of a few hateful people influence my behavior is the absolutely worst thing I could do in life. And not an example I want to set, ever.

So to myself and to everyone else who operates out of love not vengeance: Don’t abandon games. Don’t cross the street. Gaming needs you. To create, to play, to connect. 

To represent.

I know this entry will probably draw contempt from people in the Gamer Gate movement. Something to scorn, something to rile them up against me and everything I’ve ever made. Especially, and most hurtfully, to mock my vulnerability. I just have one thing to say to you who do that: I’m genuinely sorry you are so angry. 

I have lived a large part of my life ruled by negative emotions, mainly fear and anxiety. From my experience of working through those issues, I have this to say: Steeping yourself in the emotions that you’re surrounding yourself with, of hatred and bile and contempt, is ultimately not destructive to others like you want it to be. It’s destructive to yourself. 

I know it feels good to belong to a group, to feel righteous in belonging to a cause, but causing fear and pushing people away from gaming is not the way to go about doing it. Think through the repercussions of your actions and the people you are aligning yourself with. And think honestly about whether your actions are genuinely going to change gaming life for the better. Or whether they’re just going to make someone cross the street away from you. And away from something, ironically, that we both love.

anonymous asked:

hey yo so i've seen you posting abt d&d a bit and i've been wanting to get into it but idk how. u got any tips?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH *nervous fame noises* sure do!

  1. it’s not stealing if it’s inspired by something else; dont be afraid (if youre writing the campaign like i am) to draw inspiration from other things. i watch this awesome asmr lady on youtube, goodnight moon, who does a lot of cool fantasy themed things and she always inspires something or give me an idea.
  2. if youre playing, have fun. your DM might be serious, or new just like you, so let the first campaign be where you establish a rapport with your other PCs and DM. be fun, create your character, and do as you think they would. ie. the sorcerer PC in the game i run is a liar and tried to convince people the dungeon they had to explore was her house. the oread tried and succeeded in seducing a fuck ugly monster while i played lets get it on in the backrground. in the game where im a PC, i nat20ed a boss with my very gay tiefling male and we won the fight. i never called her back though…bottom line, have fun. 
  3. if youre looking to start playing and get a bunch of people into it, i would look up to see what kind of games you all are interested in. i play pathfinder which is d&d just with the mechanics slightly to the left. but d&d fifth edition is where a lot of people are at and starting i think, thanks to probably critical role (on youtube) and the adventure zone (maximumfun and other podcasting sites). i would suggest maybe player handbooks, a regular dm hand book, helpful websights, dice obvi, and listening to some people play it, to get yourself started. 
  4. if youre DMing, MUSIC MAKETH THE GAME. i have like, 3 atmospheric sound apps on my phone, and a playlist for this specific campaign  for example. just have it queued up and ready to go for the players. this guy is a wonderful place to start with that. 
  5. my friend like found a flyer i think? for people looking for local player to do their campaign, which is something you can do too. or, like i said, ask some close friends.
  6. act. its all improv. a DM of mine did a whole campaign done solely through improv. there are no scripts in d&d, so dont be afraid to just get into character and crush it?

i have no idea. im a new dm, and pretty knew to playing, but i like. idk hoped this helped a little, anon? im sorry

The thing that honestly sucks most about the death of Vol’jin is that I don’t want vengeance. Vengeance against who? A random felguard? The legion in general? Vengeance over a character who I loved and was tossed aside not by the legion, but by the writer’s and their need to give us a warchief every new expansion?

I don’t want vengeance.

I want to quit playing. I want to ignore the Legion entirely, because why bother? And even if there is some coup de grace and Vol’jin comes back to life to be some neutral awesome-sauce character…

I wanted him as my fucking Warchief. I wanted him to DO something as warchief. I want a Horde character who represents the heart and ideals of the Horde, how Horde is FAMILY, and I want him to be our leader. Not a neutral leader, a HORDE leader. 

Why would I want empty vengeance against pixels in the game when the true horrible thing that happened is how the writers handled a beloved character? Why would I want to support such writers?

There is enough else about WoW that is keeping me playing, but honestly? I’ll probably be taking frequent breaks going forward. And right now I find it impossible to play any of my Horde characters- exception being my demon hunter who had no idea about Vol’jin. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t even be playing now.

Storylines aren’t supposed to demoralize you like this. In a game about war, they aren’t supposed to make you want to throw down your weapons and walk away.

And now I just got a leader who didn’t give a shit about the Horde except for what it could do for her until, apparently, recently. Which, made her a fascinating character in her own right, but does not earn her as a place as a Warchief.

OKAY BUT IMAGINE DOMESTIC FAMILY!VARIA AU:
  • Lussuria as the big brother that is actually like a mother and takes care of everyone and makes all the meals and does the cleaning
  • Xanxus as the jerk big brother who hides in his room all the time, is very much a party pooper, and everyone else tries to get him excited about the things that happen to them but he’s just like “nah”
  • Bel as the protective brother who likes to tease his siblings and pretend he’s annoyed by them but the minute you try to hurt them he will rip you to shreds. Gives the “Dad talk” to anyone that his siblings start to date
  • Mammon as the little sister that everyone fawns over and constantly calls her “cute” and stuff even though she hates it, and the more she tells them to shut up the cuter they think she is (but she doesn’t mind that they spoil her pfff)
  • Squalo as the really competitive brother that no one wants to play board or video games with because he always wins and then rubs it in their faces, and on the rare occasion that he looses, he’s a very sore loser. he’s probably the captain of various sports teams at school. he loves to make bets with his family
  • Levi as the really studious brother who works his ass off to get all A’s and takes responsibility for everything even if he shouldn’t and tries really hard to impress everyone else and gets stressed out and anxious very easily
  • Just. The Varia all being siblings and having awesome sibling rivalry but being there for each other at the end of the day
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Soooo I know I’m late on watching Fran Bow (whoops). I’m about 5 episodes in and I’m hooked.
The game is amazing, the art styles (all of them, because there are many) are fantastic, and watching Jack play it has been a delight. So here’s a Jack/Fran Bow crossover, in which Fran meets a friend at the institution where she was imprisoned at the beginning of the game; a friendly fellow by the name of Jackly Septico.

I know we all talk about fancasting Katniss (and of course there’s a reason because she should have been played by a WOC no matter how talented Jennifer Lawrence is) but there are two things I will always say about the movie casting:

I will pick Sam Claflin as Finnick every time no matter who else is in the fancast

Stanley Tucci was awesome but Ryan Seacrest should have played Caesar Flickerman

anonymous asked:

nina! pls write dodgeball captain liam fic! it sounds awesome.

It’s almost the end of junior year and he can’t believe what he has accomplished, how things have come together for him. A year ago he wouldn’t have even thought that one day he’d be playing his final game of the Dodgeball Championship, let alone captaining the game himself. There was a time nobody knew who he was, when teachers forgot what his name was. And now, there isn’t a single person in school who doesn’t know who he is; Liam Payne, the fucking Captain of the Dodgeball Team. But on top of that, above everything else, what Liam could never have seen coming, was Zayn Malik.  

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tempestfreak  asked:

Just curious how you do the recordings for Hilbert and Eiffel. Like, obviously Zach can't record all them at the same time, but all of the dialogue timing is spot on. Are they recorded in clips (like Eiffel talking to Minkovsky and then Hilbert speaking) and then spliced together?

It varies from scene to scene. If it’s a big scene involving lots of back and forth between a bunch of different characters, Zach might just flip back and forth between Eiffel and Hilbert on the go, much in the way that huge bosses are wont to do. If it’s a longer scene that involves a lot of Eiffel and Hilbert talking to each other, then he’ll do one side of the scene with another member of the cast (usually Emma) filling in for the other character, record that, and then flip around and do the other side. So, for example, all the Eiffel and Hilbert scenes in Lame-O Superhero Origin Story we did with Zach doing one side and then the other, but almost all of The Paranoia Game was recorded with Zach just flipping back and forth on the fly. 

(for a lot more on the process of Eiffel and Hilbert, check out this awesome post from @iamzachvalenti himself)

Wolf 359 is also just a show that depends a lot on crazy editing and splicing. Just for starters, Michaela, who plays Hera, does her work remotely, so on almost every episode her material gets recorded separately from everyone else. Which basically means that almost any scene that has Eiffel, Hilbert, and Hera in it is a combination of at least three different takes that are being sliced together.