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Sorry for the lack of quite literally anything; I’ve just moved into my first house (yay) and the internet was postponed for a month because of bad line connections.

I’m in love with this dress so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so badly other than oooooh pretty but absolutely everyone who has seen it has said they want one too!

I’ll be having another photoshoot soon, so if anyone had ideas of what I should wear please let me know. Also, don’t be afraid to ask me any questions! I haven’t had many over the last months and I do miss talking with you all :)

Again, sorry for the lack of content. We’ll be back to normal soon enough!

- Jessica Blaise x x

saturn ❖ jongin

You wanted to understand why that boy looked so disgusted by your presence and why he ran away so clearly from your body.

(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

fanfiction, high school love, jongin! ocd, fluff, smut (in future) | velvet

✎ He made love in the best way a man could, he did it as if making love was showing to her his true self. When he was making love he was different, he was messy, he didn’t check things twice, he was another person, his body was sinuous and not stiff, he was happy. When he made love to her he was free from his nightmares, from his mind. 

[Warning: If you’re not comfortable with the topic of OCD, please don’t read]

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❛ You can’t take back texts. ❜
❛ You don’t push through every moment. ❜
❛ You pay attention. You take everything in. ❜
❛ I like your glasses. ❜
❛ I like that you don’t smile at everyone. ❜
❛ I choose you over everyone. ❜
❛ You don’t have any friends. ❜
❛ I object to every single thing you just said. ❜
❛ Internet friends don’t count. ❜
❛ I’m just really active in the fandom. ❜
❛ What the fuck is ‘the fandom’? ❜
❛ You flirt with everything. ❜
❛ Don’t make me angry-kiss you. ❜
❛ Maybe we should go on lots of double dates. ❜
❛ What’s wrong with Starbucks? ❜
❛ Don’t argue with me. You’re beautiful. ❜
❛ I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you. ❜
❛ I spent four months trying to kiss you. ❜
❛ All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am. ❜
❛ I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off? ❜
❛ There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. ❜
❛ Why were people always going on and on about the heart? ❜
❛ I don’t want to kiss a stranger. ❜
❛ I don’t like the idea of lips out of context. ❜
❛ I didn’t want to like him/her back. I tried to be mean to him/her. ❜
❛ I thought you were just mean. I liked that about you. ❜
❛ Will you warn me when you take off your glasses? ❜
❛ I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. ❜
❛ Just… isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? ❜
❛ I’m a complete disaster. ❜
❛ I’m not really a book person. ❜
❛ That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. ❜
❛ How do you not like the Internet? ❜
❛ Have you been watching me sleep? ❜
❛ I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend. ❜
❛ I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic. ❜
❛ I like that we’re not friends. ❜
❛ You give away nice like it doesn’t cost you anything. ❜
❛ You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. ❜
❛ I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. ❜
❛ I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. ❜
❛ You know that I’m falling in love with you, right? ❜
❛ I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t… just with me. ❜
❛ My plan is to do things that make you want to hang out with me again tomorrow. ❜
❛ There are other people on the Internet. It’s awesome. ❜
❛ I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight. ❜
❛ The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death. ❜
❛ Isn’t the best revenge supposed to be a life well-lived? ❜
❛ The punk-rock way to end it would be to let them live happily ever after. ❜
❛ Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination. ❜
❛ You’re wearing at least four different kinds of sweater. ❜
❛ It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you. ❜
❛ You’re not a book person, and now you’re not an Internet person? ❜
❛ You shouldn’t reward me for endangering your life, you know. ❜
❛ That just shows how much you need new people.… ❜
❛ You’re working on your final project? ❜
❛ How many people make a career out of writing anyway? ❜
❛ You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. ❜

Mother's peril

A/n: requested by moonlightonroses for the dialogue prompts.
#1: “We will break you.” With Batmom

This was all Two-face’s fault. He had robbed a bank a few weeks ago and you had unfortunately been one of the hostages.

When your husband had saved you, he had given you a kiss on the forehead and had gone back to help your sons. Neither of you had known that a reporter had seen you two.

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I don’t know in how many languages or in how many formats the post has to be made: You are responsible for your own content consumption.

It’s like the fucking tootsie roll commercials. How many licks does it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop? How many times do we have to say you’re responsible for your own reading? The world may never know.

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Party Surprises

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 5 217
warning : smut
summary : Kai and Reader are having fun at the Salvatore’s with the MF gang and Kai gets horny and then things happen. [a bit of a sequel to ‘ Fast Friends ’]
note : i made a few slight changes , hope you don’t mind and still like it.

*not my gif

Almost a month and a half had passed since Kai had met her in this very house. Her friends still didn’t like him very much but it didn’t matter to him. Not anymore. There was only one thing that mattered to him and that was Y/N. This girl had stolen his breath away right from the start and even now after all these weeks , she kept finding new ways to do that. They became best friends , well … a little more than friends actually. After he teased her with magic things had happened and — they kept happening. Neither of them could keep their hands away from the other for long and that party was the definition of hell for him because she was right there but still too far away.
They arrived together and spent most of the night talking , laughing and drinking. Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away from her no matter what and she appeared to have the same ‘problem’. They were inseparable until about 15 minutes ago when Y/N went to the make up karaoke stage with Caroline. He loved watching her sing at the top of her lungs , hearing her laugh and seeing that spark in her eyes which always made his heart skip a beat.

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     "I didn’t invite you to the party so you can sit on the sofa all night drinking bourbon. Dance with me.”
Y/N grabbed Kai’s hand without waiting for an answer , pulling him onto the dance floor.
    “You want me to embarrass myself in front of the whole internet don’t you ? I am pretty sure Damon is lurking somewhere with a camera.” he teased , twirling her around twice until her chest bumped into his. Y/N placed her hands on his chest , slowly moving them towards his neck while they gazed into each other’s eyes.
    “No. I just want to dance with my best friend and the hottest guy in the whole universe. That’s all.”
Liar. he thought , noticing the change in her heart beat.
    “OH so it has nothing to do with you walking like a tornado through all those people when that girl came over to try and flirt with me ? Was someone jealous ?” he teased , pulling her even closer. “Cuz that’s kinda hot.”
    “No. What ? No.” she crinkled her nose. Kai suppressed a smile and slid his hands down to her ass pulling her towards him.
    “You know , if you want me to hold you this close while our bodies press against each other , you don’t have to use excuses. Just ask.” he whispered in her ear , making her cheeks flush a bright shade of pink.
    “Always so cocky.” she teased.
Kai laughed under his breath and a moment later he spun her around again until her back pressed against his chest and their hands intertwined in front of her. Y/N turned her head slightly towards him and their eyes met , both of them swaying to the beat while their bodies pressed together with literally no space between them.
    “For someone who says he will be embarrassed while dancing , you are quite amazing at it.”
    “Oh really ?” he spun her around again.  Their bodies so close they could feel each other’s heart beats and their lips almost touched as he spoke. Y/N hummed. “Let me blow your mind then , but if we end up on the internet. It’s your fault.”
    “I’m cool with that.” she laughed and Kai couldn’t help but laugh too.
It was always like this. Her smile always made him smile , her laugh always made him laugh and feel things he hadn’t felt before in his life. Ever since meeting her something inside him had stirred and kept stirring the longer they spent together. Even more in the following minutes while they danced holding each other close , gazing into the other’s eyes. Neither of them noticed anything else besides the other until both of them completely forgot they weren’t alone and things got quite heated up between them. They danced song after song and the longer they danced like this , the more his pants tightened around him. There was something about the way she moved , how she always found ways to touch him discreetly , that drove him nuts and he wasn’t being shy either. His hands were all over her body and a couple of times they almost kissed and now half an hour later there was only one thing on his mind.
    “Lets go have fun Y/N.” he whispered in her ear.
    “Malachai Parker.” she said smiling innocently at him , hooking her hands around his neck. “Aren’t we already having fun ?”
    “The other kind of fun. Come on Y/N –” he nibbled on her earlobe , innocently slipping his hand under her shirt. His fingertips glazed across her skin and he wished they were alone in that moment. “I am dying to feel your hot naked body against mine, while I make you screa–”
Y/N’s lips crashed against his , shushing him before any of her friends heard what the was saying. A tingly feeling spread through her body and kept spreading waking up every fibre the closer he pulled her towards him.
     "I’ll go get us something to drink. You want something ?“
     ”I want you.“ he whispered not willing to let go off her.
‘Later’ she mouthed , gazing into his eyes and almost had to peel his hands off her to get to the bar. Kai’s eyes followed her through the crowd and he sat in one of the comfy chairs thinking. Or more like trying not to think about how his pants had tightened around him. He closed his eyes and sighed , trying to push away all those thoughts flooding his mind. The way she looked at him while they danced and even before that – it drove him nuts even more than her hips swaying to the beat , ‘accidentally’ rubbing against him. It was just too much. How was he supposed to wait for later ?
    “Here you go.” said Y/N , sitting on the armrest handing him a cup.
    “Thanks.” he took a sip , pressing his lips together while watching her run her fingers through her hair. “Hey Y/N?”
‘Come sit on daddy’s lap.’ he mouthed with a devilish spark his eyes.
A split second later he pulled her onto his lap without waiting for an answer and couldn’t help but notice how her breath got caught in her throat feeling his hard on pressing against her. Neither of her friends seemed to have noticed her reaction , though they still gave them the look , obviously wondering why they had kissed and what they were missing.
    “What is up with you two ?” wondered Damon.
    “Nothing. Hey , you don’t mind me getting some of that fancy bourbon you hide in the third shelf way in the back right ?”
Damon growled and clenched his jaw heading towards the cupboard to see which bottle she had taken. Y/N took a sip from her cup almost drinking all of it at once while Kai’s hand wound around her lower waist innocently touching her down there as he pulled her towards him. A moment later she shifted on his lap sitting a little sideways and put her arm around his shoulder , smiling innocently while playing with the scruff on his neck. Kai closed his eyes trying to shove away those thoughts but they only fought their way back harder. Y/N knew what her actions in that moment did to him and she kept at it , but two can play that game.
    “You two seem to have gotten really close.” said Caroline snuggling a little closer to Stefan.
    “Well yeah , we are best friends.” replied Y/N taking another sip.
    “Yeah , Candice. We are friends.” smirked Kai. “Well , a little more than friends. We’ve been kissing a lot.”
Everyone stared at him with looks of confusion , disbelief and shock on their faces. Y/N turned towards him too shooting him a warning look but just as she was about to say something Kai’s fingertips glazed across her bare skin distracting her , sending shivers all through her body making her heart rate jump off the roof. He could feel her melting under his touch and completely spacing out on what her friends were saying. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed and his lips smashed against hers , not caring about what anyone would say or do. In that moment it was just them – Kai could only see , feel and taste Y/N and it was the same for her. Their lips moved so fast against each other , their tongues exploring the other’s mouth it (looked and) felt as if they were trying to either swallow each other or completely suck the air out of the others’ lungs. Or both. Kai’s hands found their way under her shirt and Y/N almost swung her leg over his lap , stopping herself in the last second.
    “Great definition of ‘nothing’ , Y/N.” groaned Damon sitting on the sofa next to his brother. “Break it up – my eyes are burning. Don’t make me regret introducing you to each other.”
Kai cleared his throat and moved his hands visibly struggling to keep them away. They gazed longingly into each other’s eyes , the tension between them growing by the second. There were things he wanted to say to her but couldn’t. Her friends’ stares were awkward enough , he didn’t want to push things even more. At least not in a verbal way.
Y/N turned towards her friends jumping in the conversation as if she and Kai hadn’t just almost ripped each other’s clothes in the middle of the room with everyone watching. Damon put his arm around Elena’s shoulder and said something  to her while Caroline stared wide eyed at her and Kai. Stefan asked her something and for a second Y/N’s gaze dropped onto her cup. She trailed her finger around the edges , humming some song when her phone buzzed in her pocket making her jump up in his lap.    
                           God , you are turning me on like crazy.

A sideways smile showed on her face and she glanced at Kai who was looking at her innocently , somehow finding a way to push his hips up at her while taking a sip of his drink. Faster than humanly possible he typed another text , catching a glimpse of her taking a sip from her drink when her phone buzzed on her lap , not once but twice making her jump up a little every time.

                          I want you. Here. Now. In this second.
I want to slip my fingers between your legs and gently rub your clit until you beg for me to make you mine.

Y/N pressed her thighs together trying not to think about what he had just texted her. Only her mind had started drifting and she was paying less and less attention to what her friends were saying. A low growl came from Kai’s throat when he saw her shake her head in a ‘no’ and barely a few seconds later she got another text , each word turning her skin on fire as she read it.

I want to rip out your clothes right here, right now , trace every curve with my fingertips and kiss every square inch of your body before I slide between your legs and make you scream my name and then fuck you until you can’t remember your name.

Y/N gulped and pressed her thighs even closer together trying to push away the thoughts that began flooding her mind making her cheeks flush a bright shade of red. For a few seconds she shifted is lap and he growled in her ear continuing to text her. Her phone buzzed again and again but she refused to answer him. About 5 texts later she stopped reading them too. Her skin already felt like it was on fire from the thoughts that swirled in her mind and feeling the bulge in his pants getting harder wasn’t helping much. Neither were Kai’s fingertips innocently glazing across her hip sending chills all over her body while his breath tickled the skin on her neck.
    “Y/N – ” he brushed his nose against her cheek and whispered in her ear listening to her heart pounding in her chest. “Why aren’t you answering your phone ? Answer your phone.”
Y/N turned towards him and his lips reached for hers but missed with 0.3 seconds when Elena pulled her away needing her help with something. Kai closed his eyes and almost groaned in frustration. Twenty minutes. She had been sitting on his lap for twenty minutes being so close yet so far away. He was starting to lose it and the way she had slightly jumped up every time her phone buzzed had only pushed him further towards the edge. There was no way he’d wait a second longer to make her his again. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted her.
    “Dude , you are so whipped.”
    “No , I’m not.”
    “Sure you are.” said Damon watching Kai’s eyes following Y/N through the crowd. “Whatever it is that’s going through your head — not in my house.
    “Yeah. Sure. Of course. Whatever.”
Kai wasn’t listening at all. His gaze was locked on her and he could swear she was swaying her hips like that on purpose. Then she turned her head to the side , innocently glancing at him while biting her lip and he lost it. Quickly he got up and glazed his hand across her ass while walking right past her , listening to her heart rate increase to dangerous levels. Y/N closed her eyes for a second expecting for him to wrap his hands around her but that never happened. When her eyes opened Kai was nowhere near her and she couldn’t find him in the crowd.  Just as she was about to call him , her phone buzzed with another message from him and –

                                 Can you say ‘no’ now ?

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mandamae84  asked:

Hi. I love the fics where Louis and Harry start out hating each other and have really hot hate sex but end up falling in love along the way. Do you have some recommendations? Thanks!

- You Drive Me Round The Bend In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.(77k)

- Three French Hems : In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin. 19k 

- Reeling Through The Fall :They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.  40k.

- Up To No Good : Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.Sometimes Harry hates his life.   22k

- Search and Rescue Me : Louis never really paid attention to Harry until they get stuck in the locker room together. Larry High School AU (17k)

- Love Is A Rebellious Bird   : Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too. (134k)

- Learning to breathe : He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.  (110k) .

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

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We´re back! The shop is open again and finally you can take a look around my new store~ You´re cutest candy dealer is back in the game, waiting for new asks~ 

So come around, take a cupcake and have a talk with me~ I can´t wait to shower you in candy again… ♥ 

(I´m back. I know it´s only been 6 days but in the internet this is 6 years am I right? I´m still awkward but I missed you all so let´s have even more fun from now on ♥ - Jen)

I was having a good day until I checked internet and saw the Sungmin/Kangin situation and let me tell you I’m still sobbing as I’m writing this. I literally burst out in tears upon reading the articles, I’m so angry, I’m so heart-broken, I’m just a crying mess.

I had so much hope that the support coming from international ELF from all around the world would do something, and I literally cannot believe that once again, it’s the “ELF” boycotting Super Junior who won.

I’m so tired of those “ELF” boycotting the band, boycotting the members (how many members will it take before they stop???), and ruining what so many ELF have been waiting for; a comeback with almost everyone, after a two-year hiatus. Even though I knew very well Ryeowook and Kyuhyun wouldn’t be there, I was hopeful, because it was obvious to me that everyone would be there - and I’m sure lots of my fellow ELF felt the same.

We’ve been waiting so many years of military service, Super Junior have gone through so much hardships, and now, in 2017, we’re closer than ever to getting the full band back. But no, those people had to go and destroy our dream.

Super Junior, all of them, whether current or ex-members, have my support. I don’t care. They’re all part of Super Junior in my heart and they’ve brought so much happiness to me these past 6 years. So they’ll have my support, and I can only hope for the best in the months, years to come ;;

Where is the truth?

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: Lin finds something interesting on Tumblr, and there it begins.

Word Count: 2,197

Warnings: swearing, angst.

A/N: This is my first fanfic in English (it’s not my native language), and I had no one to proofread it, so I hope it’s not that bad. And I’m sorry for mentioning Vanessa, I love and respect her, but I just needed more drama here. This is supposed to be part one.

Lin was sitting on the couch in his girlfriend’s apartment where he spent the most of his time staring into his laptop as usual. He was supposed to write another song for his new project but surprisingly he had no ideas. Y/N was at work and he had nothing else to do. So he was scrolling the dashboard on Tumblr when he saw something interesting. It was a blog dedicated to Hamilton cast and it was Y/N’s picture on the profile. He was surprised because no one knew about their relationship. Actually, Y/N was not a celebrity, she worked as a teacher and it seemed strange to Lin that someone associated her with Hamilton. Unless…

Lin clicked the link and saw a description: “Hey there. I’m Y/N. 22. Lin-Manuel trash. ” And then it became clear to Lin. It was Y/N’s old blog. There were Lin’s and his castmates’ pictures almost in every post, Y/N reblogged even some sort of shitty fanfiction about him. That might seem adorable but actually, that was not. Lin thought that it was creepy in some way. Of course, he knew that Y/N were sort of his fan before they met, a lot of people knew who Lin-Manuel Miranda was, but this way? It seemed like an obsession. Completely unhealthy obsession, Lin thought. Although he didn’t have much time to think it over as he heard the door opened.

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This is a post about weddings, and maybe about life. I was married on March 20. My husband didn’t go to college. I went to a school that in some parts of the country you can brag about until someone else brings up Yale. I graduated with a degree and bad grades that I never put on my resume, and they never mattered, for what it’s worth. (Thousands of dollars. They were worth thousands and thousands of dollars, and they never appeared anywhere but in a text to my parents.) 

My first job out of college, I got because I knew someone. I quit that job. The job that supported me between that job and the next comes-with-health-insurance job was on a boat. It was also because I knew someone. That someone was the boat captain and we were dating. Sorry—we were sleeping together. Is it feminist or very not feminist that he paid me?

Anyway, the next real job I got was because I knew someone.

Only my third job did I get on my own merit. And when I quit that third job two years later on good terms, my boss told me that when he’d interviewed me, he knew that I wasn’t the best candidate, but he liked my attitude. Back then, I wore pencil skirts with pumps.

The next job I got, I also knew someone.

It wasn’t until my fifth real job that a headhunter found me, interviewed me, and hired me. And then, a year after working for that company, I made an internal shift to my dream job because they were small and agile at just 30 people. In the year following, they would hire 130 additional people. Like most people, I have impostor syndrome and work as hard as I can, 80% of the time.

Right, I was talking about weddings. I got married on March 20 at the end of a fire road. Fire roads in Los Angeles, in case you’re not familiar, are dirt and gravel routes that allow fire crews access to open land to fight wildfire. But most of the year, people use them for hiking, dog walking, and bike riding. We used ours for a wedding.

I wrote the wedding script. I’m still not sure if that’s what it’s called. We had our friend Dev ordained through an online ministry service, because for some reason outside of the separation of church and state, your marriage certificate requires it. The script finished with, “I now pronounce you wife and husband,” because I come first. Dev’s wife, our dear friend Halley, took photos. She’s a writer.

What I’m saying is we walked down a dirt path, where I gathered a bouquet I picked from the ground, to have a friend read out loud some words I had written that included jokes about shitting and dogs and crappy houses, to get married in front of just our parents and a writer who was taking photos. I ordered the dress I was wearing from a site called “Lulu’s”. It was $60, and it was beautiful. That was our wedding.

We’ve been married for two months. We just got our marriage certificate in the mail. We’d fucked it up the first time by not writing in that Dev was a “minister” because he isn’t. We didn’t want religion involved in our wedding. Adding it as an addendum later felt fine. My husband doesn’t believe in religion. I believe in astrology only when it tells me my career is going to take off.

My career has taken off, compared to not having one at all. I’ve been reading fewer horoscopes, and I’ve been writing significantly less. I am pursuing a career. My husband is pursuing a dream. He is currently making unemployment dollars. I pay rent and attention to our budget. He cleans the house. Sometimes, I struggle with it all, but most of the time, I don’t. Most of the time the person I love and married picks me up from work, makes me dinner, I read a little, and I fall asleep with him and both our pets piled on top of me. I forget the weight of my ambition when they replace it 

This is the part about life. If your life has the opportunity to be good, let it. We can, of course, complicate things. We can add invitations and seating arrangements and showers. We can add mandatory partner checklists and gender roles and tradition. We can add whatever we like. But we should add the things that make us happy, if we are so able.

When I was young, there were many versions of myself that I pictured. But one that lingered was of a coiffed woman in a penthouse in New York. She made money and nothing else. She married in an art museum in an indigo gown. Her husband wore impeccable clothes, and they went to galas. He had a fancy degree, and a fancier pedigree. I don’t think I ever imagined us together, only imagined him like a check in a box. 

But that’s not what happened, and thank religion. I live in a house with no insulation but a great view in a strange town where you can always hear the coyotes. My husband’s fanciest pedigree is his dog and his kindness. I make money, but I also make art and love and occasionally the coffee. The only thing I would call impeccable is my taste in adoptable cats. Most of my life I imagined all these things I needed to do by an age, by someone else’s standards, by this checklist that never ends. As soon as I got straight A’s, as soon as I got 10,000 followers, as soon as I got that offer, as soon as I, as soon as I, as soon as I, ad nauseam.

As soon as I stopped and felt my legs underneath me, as soon as I stretched my arms high into the sky and felt my spine lengthen, as soon as I noticed how scrunched my face was and relaxed it, as soon as I remembered I could play Spice Girls literally any time of the day I wanted, as soon as I did that, I was happy.

I still get grumpy. I still get greedy. I still envy and boast and posture and plead. I’m still disgusting at times, and not because I eat in bed or use the restroom without washing my hands, but because I’ll see a beautiful photo and purposefully not like it. Because I’ll say something sucks because I wish that I had it. I still get jealous when I find out someone’s household income. I still forget that my income, my income alone, is more than most people in the world will ever make. I still get mad that it takes time to write a novel. I get mad at time, and it feels nothing time and time again.

On reality TV shows, the contestants who are ousted so frequently say something like, “you’ll be seeing me again!” but we never do. They’re forgotten, only to be dragged through the mud by a person making $5 per post on the internet because they were once average looking and are now older. You’ll be seeing me again. It reminds me of businesses trapped behind scaffolding, heralding fresh banners saying, “OPEN DURING CONSTRUCTION!” Please don’t forget me. Please don’t let me die. But we are not businesses. We don’t die when we’re forgotten; instead, we are forgotten when we die. We have no mortgages on these bodies but time. 

So I stretch my skin and feel grateful. I don’t own a home. I can’t buy a new car. I don’t have an agent. I can’t beat my old times. I don’t have a following. I’ve never been to a gala.

But I am, at least, open during construction.

So IndyPopCon.

Oh. My. God. Now that I’ve slept and can write coherently, it’s time to pour my heart out into a massive text post!

Okay so I know a lot of people probably don’t care but, fun fact of the day: I have some pretty intense anxiety around travelling to new places, and meeting new people. Much rather just stay home and chat through social media instead of socialize.

No words can do this justice, but lemme tell u anyways.

This trip was entirely an impulsive “You know what, I have money to spare for this. I wanna go meet some lovely Tumblr content creators. LET’S DO IT™!” and yeah… This was probably the best impulsive desicion I’ve ever made in my life.

A HUGE THANK YOU TO @ghostofpokeninjager​ FOR BEING THE MOST RADTASTIC HOTEL ROOMMATE EVER! SERIOUSLY! Also for tracking down the hotel room in general and being willing to put some level of trust in a random internet stranger lmao. Having a buddy there really helped curb any anxieties I had about this trip. And Poke themself is such a pleasant person to chitchat with and 10/10 would be totally okay with hanging out with them again! Also thanks for letting me hog your Switch and play Breath of the Wild during downtime lmao. Very much appreciate that, you have no idea.

ALSO!!! It was so nice getting to meet and throw hugs at and meander around the convention with lovely people like @xedramon and @mouseonthepiano, who were both such fantastic and friendly people. Not gunna lie though CP kinda spooked me when I first met her cus of all that INTENSE ATTITUDE SHE GIVES EVERYONE. But no, it’s all fake, she’s a huge sweetheart and probably one of the most entertaining people I’ve seen playing solo Mario Kart lmfao.

AND XEDRAMON!!!! One of the nicest people I’ve met in a long time. Has that kind of face you can’t really get spooked by, no matter how bad your anxieties are. Super sweet about everything. Don’t forget to hmu about those drawings I need to do for you to trade for that merch!!!

AND!!! ALSO!!! GETTING TO ACTUALLY MEET AND BUY ART FROM ARTISTS I RESPECT AND LOOK UP TO IN PERSON??? I mean besides Xedra, cus her art is just A+++ all the time but she wasn’t selling so she got her own corner of love. No, this time I’m talking about @alainaprana and @loverofpiggies.

ALAINA!! IS SUCH!! A SWEETHEART!! AND SO IS HER HUBBY!!! and Alaina’s a lot tinier in person than I thought she’d be omg AND JUST AAAHHHH! It was so nice being able to finally get to meet such an inspirational person in my life and get my hands on some plushies and posters! Especially Kohath. That jelly will forever be special to me and nobody can tell me otherwise. Same with the Freshified skellies poster. Ya know why.

And CQ. Goshdarn CQ. Seriously. One of the best people ever. Speaking from personal experience, the fact that she was perfectly okay with me sitting next to her table for most of the con in a Mooching Hobo cosplay, just doing whatever was already great. Watching her interact with her fans and patrons really melted my heart since so many of them came up just to say how much they love her and her work, or how inspirational she is to them. And thanks for quintupling my love for AfterTale. <3

And BOTH OF YOU! This definitely marked the first time I actually WANTED to meet some people in person. And y’all are definitely the most awesome people ever! It was a nice learning experience just sitting around watching customers come and go, and helping tear down the booth on Sunday. 10/10 would do it again, so look forward to more help next year! ;) ;) ;)


BTS Reacts To Their S/O Having Two Different Coloured Eyes

Request: Bts reacting to their s/o having two coloured eyes
Note: My internet will still not let  me post gifs (or maybe its my computer…who knows just TECHNOLOGY PLEASE) so I will edit this and the other BTS Reacts I just finished once everything starts working again. 

Jin (Seokjin)

Jin is someone who both loves and appreciates beautiful things and would be completely infatuated with his s/o’s unique eyes. Jin would be very aesthetic about it, often taking pictures in different lighting of how his love’s eyes would change colors.

“If you turn your face towards the sun it almost seems like your eyes shimmer. Yah, wait I’ll take a picture to show you. Yah, yah, Jagi your eyes look like they’ve changed again. Yah, yaahhh!”

Suga (Yoongi) 

Yoongi isn’t one to make a big deal over appearance based things and so probably wouldn’t vocalize his admiration of his s/o’s eyes. Still, since Suga is such an artist, their uniqueness would fascinate him and I can totally see him just staring at them, losing track of time while thinking of lyrics to a new song. 

W-What did you say? Sorry I wasn’t listening. You know, Jagi, your eyes really aren’t that different. Yah ,you think you’re special, Y/N? “

Rap Monster (Namjoon)

Monie would probably be the least affected by his s/o’s difference. He would accept it as a biological fact that happens to many people. Sure, he would love his love’s eyes and get lost in them endlessly but no more so than any particular color. Monie would just love everything about his partner and that’s that. 

“It’s a condition, love. It’s called heterochromia…it’s beautiful on you but really, you could have black eyes and I would love them just the same. Your eyes are just…you.”

Jhope (Hoseok) 

Hobi would initially just be completely transfixed by a phenoma that he may not have seen very often. I could totally see JHope becoming very focused on his detail of his love, and it quickly becoming one of his favourite things. Jhope would totally be one to buy multicolored presents for his partner, insisting that they reminded of his s/o’s eyes. 

“Look Jagi, I bought this bracelet when I was in Chile. It’s green and brown, just like your eyes. Then it’s like your with me always. Oh, okay, you caught me, I bought you a matching one too.” 


Jimin would be similar to Monie in the sense that it wouldn’t affect him either way. He would love his s/o’s eyes, but no more than any other part of them. ChimChim would be very protective I think, and would take any comments about the difference very seriously. I can just see him glaring at people that ever commented on their unusuality. 

“Yah..I know people are just fascinated with how beautiful you are, but do they have to stare so much? Don’t they see me here with you? Aish. 

V (Taehyung) 

Oh, V. V would be adorable about his love’s eyes. V would be completely obsessed with it, first off, openly gazing at their beauty before just shaking his head with wonder. V would do this totally cute thing where he’d cover one of his s/o’s eyes, letting out a little “Woaaawww” before switching eyes and giving one of his full grins. V would have his fingers crossed constantly that any children he had with his partner would inherit the same defect. 

I think our kids will have your eyes. Don’t you think Jagi? I think so. I hope so. Don’t you hope so. too? Waaaa I really hope so.”


Surprisingly, I think Jungkook would actually be pretty interested in the uniqueness of his s/o’s eyes, especially initially. Eventually, his fascination would wear off of course, but it would be something JK consistently admired about his love’s appearance. I could also see Jungkook making a habit of capturing the different ways light played with his love’s eyes. 

I wish I had eyes like yours Jagi. They just make you look so…different. There’s no one in the world who looks like you, I’m sure of it. “

“—So as I was telling you, it looks like Iza-nii…our brother is up to something again.”

“…Shock (I’m so tired of it)…”

Raira Academy’s pool was open to students during summer vacation.

Two girls muttered as they sat by the poolside making ripples in the shining water with their feet.

The one they were talking to—a boy leaning against a wall behind the girls—looked from their backs to other places and back again as he sighed and asked, “…Why are you telling me this?”

Kuronuma Aoba, the boy who was talking in a more frank tone than the one he usually used with Mikado and the others, continued with a confused look.

“Why did you tell me to come here anyway?”

He looked like he wasn’t planning on swimming. Instead of changing into swimwear he still wore a summer coat over a black Kartah shirt that opened at the front and chose to stand where he wouldn’t be splashed.

Orihara Mairu, however, threw a handful of water at his feet.
She had a sports swimsuit on her appropriately worked out body. Next to her Kururi was wearing a bikini with spider web print.

Neither of them was wearing the school’s designated swimwear, but since it was not during the semester, there were no rules saying that they couldn’t.
Raira Academy had an eight-story building that kind of looked like a university’s.

Strangely enough, the pool was located on the sixth floor. The glass ceiling allowed swimming lessons to continue uninterrupted even on rainy days, and the windows on the walls looked over Ikebukuro.

During the summer the pool was open to all students who had a student ID when the Swimming Club was not using it for practice.

It looked like the Swimming Club was not using the pool today. Students were spread out in both the lanes reserved for tournaments and the regular space for free swimming, taking advantage of the pool in different ways.

Kururi and Mairu were of course sitting and splashing water about in the free swimming area. Beside them boys either whistled as they saw the two in swimwear or stole quick glances and immediately turned their eyes away.

Aoba belonged more to the latter category, but compared to the other boys at the pool, he enjoyed the advantage of being told to come by the girls themselves.

But he still did not know what their intention was. All he could do was wait for their response with feigned composure, his classmates’ figures in swimwear making the wait all the more miserable.

Mairu, meanwhile, was smiling as she splashed even more water at Aoba.

“Come on, Kuronuma-kun, aren’t you curious what our weirdo of a brother is up to?”


Aoba smiled slightly at the girl’s words.

“What I’ll say to you is this: I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For Kuronuma Aoba, the girls’ brother—Orihara Izaya—was one of his enemies whom he despised.

He had confronted Izaya indirectly on several occasions in the past. The enmity had been brought into the open ever since a certain incident took place.

He had told neither Kururi nor Mairu about this, but it seemed that they already knew something.

Aoba was surprised, but not really scared of that fact.

It had only been four months since he first spoke to these twins. But he had made a point to find out what they were.

Compared to your average family, there was next to no communication between the Orihara twins and their brother. However, it seemed that they had their own information network and were surprisingly knowledgeable about the “underside of the city” that Aoba was dabbling in.

“There’s no need to hide things from us. It’s totally fine. We’ll never tell Iza-nii.”

“You can tell him if you want. I’d expect him to know what I’m up to, too.”

After that, looking around to make sure that no one was within earshot except the twin girls, he muttered, “Though I think in any normal family you’d have been warned to ‘stay away from Kuronuma Aoba’ if your family knew what kind of person I am, Kururi-chan, Mairu-chan.”

“When you put it like that it really sounds like you’re obsessed with yourself, you know.”

“You (Aoba-kun)…expect (you’re so interesting)…”

Aoba sighed again at the twin’s relaxed responses and smiled hollowly.

“Sorry, I let me carry myself away.”

“Well, we wanted to see a little bit of your real colors, but we are not going to hate you for it or anything. Not after you helped us out such a tremendous lot, Aoba-kun.”

“You guys are giving me too much credit.”

“Earlier there was this girl who was drawing up a plan to bully us on Raira Academy’s secret posting board, but all of a sudden she disappeared from the Internet, didn’t she?”

Mairu and Kururi glanced upwards at Aoba, who darted his eyes away and tried to change the topic.

“I see I’m no match for you. …So what exactly is your perverted big brother involved in this time?”

“Yeah, this person called Tom-san told us about it…I don’t know if it was a Color Gang or bousouzoku, but he got the girlfriend of one of those groups’ leaders involved. Iza-nii has always walked around with lots of girls. Is he a playboy?”

“Lewd (He’s a libertine)…”

Aoba paused to think after he had heard more from the girls.

It has to do with women.

Would that Orihara Izaya really invite enmity so openly?

…But then I don’t really have a good idea what people would or would not do for women.

Still, he’s certainly not the type to be too infatuated with a woman to properly strategize.

As he was busy being bothered by these thoughts, the attractive twin girls continued their frolicking in the water.

“Kuru-nee, did your breasts get even bigger? At this rate you’ll soon be like Sonohara-sempai, President Kine of the Art Club, or the Vice President Yumikawa-sempai!”

“No (Stop that).”

“You keep saying that, yet you still wear a bikini to the pool, Kuru-nee. You’re so sulky and erotic at the same time! I love you!”

“…Public (There are other people around).”

The jolly banter continued between the girls as the groping went on in the water. Aoba kept his poker face intact, but darted his eyes away with a slight blush.

“…I’m so at a loss as to where to look at.”

His attitude was still kind of childlike just as his face was. Aoba brushed away the pink haze that threatened to take over in his chest and went back to analyzing the doubts he had about Orihara Izaya.


I know that he’s back in Ikebukuro.

If I told Heiwajima Shizuo where his apartment is, maybe I’d at least succeed in harassing him, but…

He’d probably just flee and change his address.

I’d rather stay in the know about his whereabouts than make him disappear again for no good reason.

It’s probably safe to assume that he, too, is aware that I know where he lives.

Aoba believed that having faith in his opponent’s competence was the best kind of vigilance.

Should I try looking into this matter?

It would be better to keep Mikado-sempai out of it at this point…

Someone showered water as forcefully as they could on his body as he thought.

“That was cold—! “

Even his Kartah shirt under the summer coat was soaked. The momentary coldness of the water soon began to turn lukewarm.

As he turned to look wondering what had happened, he saw Mairu slashing the water with horizontally outstretched arms like an elementary school kid. That was how she was able to attack Aoba with a wall of water.

“You’re like an elementary school kid!”

No whistles were blown. She must have done it when the lifeguard wasn’t looking.

“Ahahah! Sorry about that! You were making such a scary face by the poolside, I couldn’t resist!”

“Don’t give me that ‘Sorry.’ Now my clothes are all wet. What am I supposed to do about that? Honestly.”

Did I really let so much of that show on my face? Aoba thought as he complained about his wet clothes and took a step towards Mairu—

But something soft was already touching him from behind.

“Game (We were just kidding)…”


It was a quiet, seductive girl’s voice that had just whispered into his ear.

As soon as he realized that it was Kururi’s voice, he also realized that he was being hugged by the girl.

Eh!? What? Kururi-chan? When did she!?

Wait, this soft feeling on my back…don’t tell me that is…!? Am I in some sort of adult game?

Wait, is she pressing herself against me? Eh, calm down…

Excitement and shock complicated his expression as Aoba turned around while falling into the pool—

He saw Kururi standing there with a deflated beach ball in her hands. Ah.

A beach ball!?

So it was not Kururi-chan’s chest after all.

I don’t know whether to feel disappointed or grateful for that but calm down arghhh—

Aoba ended up landing in the pool next to Mairu without finishing his thoughts.

As he hastened to get back on his feet in the water, the bespectacled girl giggled and Kururi’s voice was asking “Health (Are you alright)…?” “Oi, you over there, stop fooling around!”

The lifeguard must have seen them this time. The voice of warning rang throughout the pool.

“We’re sorry—!”

“…Regret (Sorry about that)…”

“Ah, sorry…but there’s nothing I should be sorry for, really…”

After the trio had apologized in three different ways, Aoba took off his completely soaked shirt and left it by the poolside. Through half-closed eyes he kept watching Kururi and Mairu.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Kururi-chan to be the type to do something like that.”

“When we pull pranks on people, we’re the same person!”

“Same (Yeah)…”

“Kururi-chan, don’t tell me you got all excited because it’s summer and we’re at the pool?”

Instead of answering Aoba’s question, Kururi got into the water herself and, together with her sister, trapped Aoba in his swimwear in the middle.

“Wait, I’m out of here, I’m out of here.”

No longer able to stand being sandwiched between two girls, Aoba tried to clamber up the stairs to the poolside. His arms, however, were seized from both sides and he was pulled back into the water.

“You’re actually enjoying it, aren’t you? Kuronuma-kun, you always put on such a sulky face just to look cool!”

“…Like (That’s cute).”

Aoba’s male classmates passing by the poolside began to talk in a jealous tone as they saw the weakling of a boy being bullied by two girls.

“Oi oi, Aoba, what’s up with that? Are you really going out with those two?”

“Looks like he’s just being toyed around to me.”

“There’s no way Kuronuma would have the guts to go out with women.”

To hide their jealousy and bitterness the boys managed to remain calm by making fun of Aoba. They were of course without girlfriends.

But Aoba had no retort since what they said was the truth.

Our villain who created the gang called “Blue Square,” who ingratiated himself with Mikado and who was currently plotting something using Dollars’s power had almost zero experience in dealing with the opposite sex even if it was just as friends. Right now he was completely at a loss as to what to do about the twins in front of him.

To his classmates who knew nothing about the real Aoba, however, it just reinforced the image that he was the lucky guy hitting it off with pretty twin girls despite being as useless as he was.

His classmates continued to chitchat as Aoba remained unable to say anything in return.

“But then I’m seriously jealous of that little bastard.”

“Should we go pick up girls later?”

“Speaking of which, I heard that last year there was this Raira sempai going around the city trying to pick up girls until he dropped.”

“Ah, I saw him a lot when I was in middle school. But I also heard that he dropped out of school.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, he eloped with this girl or something.”

“I heard he found a job to save money for getting married.”

“Either way that makes me jealous as hell. He has a girl!”

“…You’re making me sad.”

They were no longer paying attention to Aoba as they walked with lowered heads to the locker room.

Having watched them leave, Aoba plunged his face into the water and sighed heavily underwater as he waited for both his head and his heart to cool.

Had he not done this in time the girls next to him would have made even the evil residing in him melt away.

Somewhere in Tokyo

“…So as I was telling you, that really bothered me. Both of them were so cute. I was this close to just burying myself in Kururi-chan’s chest and letting everything else go screw itself.”

“…I’m going to kill you!”

As he heard Aoba’s voice on the other end of phone, the tall boy ground his teeth loudly and yelled.

But Aoba’s voice remained as calm as ever on the phone.

“I’ve heard you say that line too many times already, Yoshikiri. But the guy those two really have the hots for is Hanejima Yuuhei. They’re not just fans, mind you—they really are after him. I can’t blame them for thinking that they actually have a chance, though, since they know his brother and everything.”

“Aoba, you bastard…did you have to mention the name of that idol who’s like the representative of all popular guys in the world? You did that just to annoy me, right? Right?”

“You may want to reserve your rage towards popular guys for when we’ve finally crushed Orihara Izaya.”

“That Orihara Izaya, is he really that popular?”

“Ever since high school he’s had this following of girls who kind of worship him or something. What is more, Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan call him ‘onii-chan’ or ‘Iza-nii.’ What else do you want?”

“…Great, I see. Since you were giggling when those twins splashed water on you at the pool, I’m going to kill you, too.”

“Looks like I’m getting killed either way.”

Aoba’s chuckle on the other end of the phone infuriated the boy named Yoshikiri further.

“So are you trying to get me mad on purpose because you have a death wish? Is that why you called me? It is, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like that. After I had supper with Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan I looked a bit into that thing Izaya is involved in right now.” “Supper!? With two girls!?”

“That was not my point at all. Just listen. There’s this strange group called ‘Heaven

Slave’ dealing in drugs in Tokyo. They got into trouble with Awakusu-kai.”

“…Never heard of that. So where did you eat?”

“Russian Sushi. …Heaven Slave isn’t really active in Ikebukuro, so I didn’t expect you to have heard of it. Ikebukuro is a relatively safe area in itself, and the one in charge of the places such groups would usually go happens to be Awakusu-kai’s Akabayashi, who’s kind of famous for hating drugs.”

“I see. So basically you’re on a drug-free high from treating two girls to a meal, right? Lucky bastard.”

“No, I was the one treated to a meal. Those two have a lot of money on their hands for some reason.”

“‘I was the one treated to a meal’! Hehhhhhh! If you split the bill it would have been another story, but you let two girls treat you to sushi? You gigolo bastard!! ‘I was the one treated to a meal’! And you had the guts to say that to my face! Hehhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m going to kill you! Die!”

“I know, I know. So this ‘Heaven Slave’ is both the name of their drug and their branch that sells the drug. That is but my own speculation, though. Anyway, it seems that those people are looking for information on Orihara Izaya for some reason.”

“…How did you know such stuff?”

“An old acquaintance of mine works at the nightclub they’re now using as their headquarters… I was asking around about Izaya, and he just happened to know. He said those guys were staying in a certain room in the club and coming out to the hall to sniff around for information on Orihara Izaya.”

“Wait a second. If even Aoba knows where to find them, the yakuza at Awakusu must have been aware of them since long ago. Why have they not crushed them yet? Are they backed by some other yakuza group?”

“I don’t know if there are other yakuza groups involved, but Awakusu-kai probably just thinks now is not the best time. There’s this guy called Shijima among the members…he’s a college student, but it looks like he comes from a rich and powerful family of pretty high status. There seemed to be no way to get information on the group’s leader even if I tried. Awakusu-kai could just have got hold of one of his underlings and made him tell everything. They’re probably waiting for the best time to act to make the job cleaner.”

“I see. So are we going to do anything about them?”

“Just keep an eye on them. I don’t know if and how Orihara Izaya is involved, but it’s better to consolidate our own territory first for now. Of course, we can’t risk letting their moves go unnoticed either, so make absolutely sure that we have our eyes on them at all times.”

“I see. Die.”

“I see you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore when you say ‘Die,’ Yoshikiri… But that’s fine. Anyway, it’s true that certain groups are acting weird recently. I heard that the remnants of the Yellow Turbans are acting kind of weird, too.”

“Is that your brother’s doing?”

“No…I wasn’t talking about the Blue Square people who infiltrated them before…I was talking about the same group of people who first confronted us.”

“Huh. Those guys. That was back in our first or second year in middle school, right?”

“Back then you were already fighting high school students, Yoshikiri. You hardly ever lost.”

“It made no sense at all. They were older than me, yet they were weaker. Is seniority just an urban legend now?”

“That’s not how you use the word ‘seniority.’ Speaking of which, I’m surprised you even know that word, Yoshikiri. Whom did you hear it from? Your grandma?” “…I’m going to kill you!”

“Your death threats carry less and less weight now, Yoshikiri. I’ve gotten so used to them they don’t scare me at all… Seriously, is that all you’ve got in your vocabulary, Yoshikiri? Do you know any Japanese besides ‘I’m going to kill you’ and ‘seniority’?”


The cell phone was squeezed so hard that it began to make cracking sounds as Yoshikiri yelled something that didn’t sound like words.

As soon as he did so, a boy called his name from afar.

“Oooi, Yoshikiri—pass me the phone.”


“I’m finished. All that’s left is him.”

As he heard him Yoshikiri ground his teeth and tossed the cell phone to the boy who just spoke—

And immediately stopped the metal bat being swung at his side with his other hand.

“Hello? It’s me, it’s me. Send some money my way.”

Aoba answered in an even tone to the teasing male voice, “Ah, Gin. Where’s Yoshikiri off to?”

“To finish the last one of them off.”

The boy called Gin was looking at Yoshikiri as the latter kicked a delinquent in the front

teeth with the heel of his shoe.

“That guy’s really something. How on earth does he manage to fight while speaking on the phone?”

As Gin looked again he saw that several more men had already fallen at Yoshikiri’s feet, either unconscious or groaning in pain. It looked like all the while he had been on the phone with Aoba he had been fighting multiple men using just one hand, both feet, and a forehead.

“Seriously, I was having a hard time dealing with just three. Anyway, neither Yoshikiri nor I made it to the fight with the stalker earlier. That stalker kicked several of our Blue Square men’s asses. The shame, man, the burning shame.”

“Don’t say it like that. That stalker was far stronger than we expected. I’m actually more interested in the Yellow Turbans guy who beat two of our people.”

“Well, that is quite embarrassing too since we lost two to one. Shame on our members is shame on us, isn’t it? I’m so embarrassed I gave it my fullest today. Yoshikiri feels the same way. I thought it would be piece o’ cake today since we called all our best men to come, but the Nitari* brothers said there was this anime they wanted to watch so they passed, Neko’s with his girlfriend, Houjou’s sleeping, so we ended up having to beat these guys flat on our own anyway, you know that?”

* Nitari, Neko: Nitari (“fox shark”) and Neko (“cat”) are most likely nicknames.*

Several men were sprawled out on the ground at Gin’s feet. His head was injured. Blood trailed down his face from his temple. From the phone dirtied by Gin’s blood, Aoba’s voice continued regardless.

“Well, Yoshikiri’s good at fighting, not at thinking. All he said to me on the phone was pretty much just ‘I’m going to kill you.’”

“What? Was it something you said, Aoba?”

“I told him that I went to the pool with Kururi-chan and Mairu-chan.”

“Die, you. Just die. Why aren’t you here, anyway?”

Aoba laughed as Gin gave a straightforward reply.

“I will die. I’m human after all. I’d like to live until 80 if possible, though.” “We’ll see if you’ll still be alive after 80 seconds. Shut your mouth.”

“Why is it that everyone in Blue Square has such a nasty tongue?”

“Be grateful that at least we are there to hang out with you. If not for us a bastard like you would have ended up nothing more than a lonely petty criminal for life.”

As he heard the vicious remark Aoba answered as if to get Gin mad on purpose.

“I put on a good show at school, so I actually have quite a lot of friends.”

“Is that so? I get it now. Die. Or, in English, S-H-I-N-E*!”

*“Die” is pronounced “shine” in Japanese.*

“That’s still Japanese. SHINE is English for ‘emitting light.’”

“I was telling you to trigger a nuclear fusion inside you, emit as much light as you want, and die. Just explode already, you fool.”

As Gin kept behaving like an elementary school kid Aoba switched back to the topic in all seriousness—probably because he knew it would be futile to stop him.

“…So, how is it going? Is Mikado-sempai alright?”

“Yeah, he’s alive. But honestly, that one’s not carved out for fighting at all. He fell unconscious halfway so I took him back to the van to let him sleep. He’s almost as bad as you and Yatsufusa. I don’t even know why he insists on coming to our ‘cleansings’ of Dollars himself. Since he’s basically the god on the portable shrine he should just stay behind and smile upon us.”

“No, actually…I don’t think I could have won against him in a fight, either.”

Aoba laughed pleasantly and muttered as if to himself:

“Because I have no idea how Mikado-sempai is going to turn out, really.”

♂♀ After hanging up the phone, Aoba looked at the scar on his left palm and muttered, “I can’t wait to see how this is going to turn out, Mikado-sempai.”

At the same time he was reminded of what Gin had just said.

“…What if there was no one willing to hang out with me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

In his mind’s eye he saw the brother of the twins he rather liked—the man toward whom he could feel nothing but animosity.

“Because the last thing I want is to turn out like that shitty bastard.”

- Durarara!! Light Novel Volume 9

Haters Back Off - Little PSA

I’ve been seeing a lot of hate towards Timeless recently. Reading people’s comments and reviews about the show have been bothering me a ton. It absolutely irks me reading comments that say Timeless should be cancelled or not renewed.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

(I’m a Supernatural fan too, sorry)

Listen here, I understand everyone has an opinion, I’m not saying you HAVE to like Timeless. All I’m saying is that if you don’t like the show, great, don’t watch it, however, don’t wish it’d be cancelled or not renewed. That’s rude and honestly disrespectful to others who DO watch the show, who love the show and are completely invested in it. There are people (like me) who look forward to every single Monday just because they know Timeless is going to be on.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Timeless is a refreshing show. It’s comedy, romance, science fiction, mystery and history all wrapped up into one show. A lot of people have been giving Timeless crap for not getting history “correct” which is a little false because they have an actual historian on set with them through production. Besides, nobody currently on Earth knows how history went down to the exact moment, so, please.

Originally posted by broccoleafveins

The acting on this show is phenomenal. It’s surprising how believable the acting can be at times, from facial expressions to teary eyes, these actors and actresses sell their roles. If they’re crying, I’m crying. If they’re smiling, I’m smiling. So, don’t try to bring this upon the amazing actors and actresses who try their best to bring a great performance every time.

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

Now to the actual show. Oh jeez, so many reasons this show NEEDS to stay on air and why so many people love it. The storyline doesn’t exactly have a set plot, it gives the writers so much freedom and creativity to do whatever the hell they want with the show. There are so many historical dates, times and periods they can go back to. This also teaches viewers history they didn’t know (speaking as a Canadian who never learned American history). The relationship between the time team and side characters is incredible. The time team has already built such a strong foundation, a friendship they can rely on. Not to even mention the Lucy x Wyatt relationship, which brings me back every week.

Originally posted by the-reactiongifs

I feel like this show is the only one I’ve watched that has such an innocent, fresh and all in all adorable love story. It’s the slow burn that’s killing us viewers and bringing us back in for more each episode. The history is another amazing element that makes me want to come back, the thought of “where are they going this time?”. Along with the unknown of this show, Rittenhouse, Flynn, Lucy’s whereabouts, Wyatt’s wife etc. The unanswered questions are what bring us all back for more. So please, again, if you don’t like the show, don’t watch it. Don’t go around the internet hoping it gets cancelled. There are many of us out there who love to watch this show every Monday night. So, please, let our angst be relieved and our questions answered, as I proudly wait for Timeless which SHOULD be renewed to come back on air.  

Originally posted by bad-influencex



[Soulmate AU: You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal.]

Word count: 1.925

Originally posted by parkminhyuksdf

You’ve been friends with Moonbin for as long as you can remember. You two met through your parents, who coincidentally went to the same school before and were still close friends. Naturally, they had the desire to introduce you to each other early on. Not that you minded anyways, Bin was an amazing friend.

You and Bin always had regular pizza Fridays, and sometimes even his band would join in. You really liked them, they were like a second family to you.

You especially liked Rocky, and Bin knew about you crush on him. Every time you all would get together, you would sneakily try to claim a spot next to the boy, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bin.

Today was a Friday, and as usual you were going over the menu, doubting which pizza to choose. “Y/n, you always go for the pepperoni, what are you even doubting on?” Bin mocked you from across the room, waiting for you to pass the folder to him. “Let me look around in peace, you devil!” You shouted, causing him to almost fall off of his chair.

“Damn, I know you love food, but isn’t that a bit much?” He chuckled, and soon you two were laughing about your weird behaviour.

Right at that moment, you could feel your right wrist tingling. Looking at it, you noticed that a weird figure had shown up. “I didn’t know you were in a cult, Y/n.” Bin laughed at you, but you were too focussed to even pay attention to your tall friend standing next to you.

Curiously, you pressed down on the weird sign. Immediately after, your ankles started hurting like hell. Dropping to the floor in pain, you felt tears appearing in your eyes.

“Bin, please call a doctor…” Was all you could say before he already had a phone ready in his hands. “Yeah… she’s in much pain… that’s right… she directly fell to the floor, yes… what?” He ended the phone with a look of confusion on his face.

“Well, what did he say?” You asked your friend, wondering what could leave him this weirded out from the phone call.

“It might sound weird… but he said it is possible you have taken over your soulmate’s pain…” Moonbin mumbled, seemingly unsure of his own answer to your question.

“Wait a second… I read something about that somewhere on the internet yesterday, let me look it up real quick.” You staggered and tried to stand up to fetch your laptop, but falling down again. “Oh yeah, my ankles.” You deadpanned. “No worries Y/n, I’ll grab it!” Bin said and left, coming back again soon after with it in his hands, sitting down next to you on the floor.

“Here, see?” You pointed it out to Bin, who started reading the small article you had brought up just now.

“When you have met your soulmate in your life, you are able to take over their pain. A small symbol will appear on your wrist and pressing that will transfer the pain to you.”

Staring at the lines of text in disbelief, you both were silent for a while. You looked down at your wrist again, and surely, the weird mark was still there. That must be the symbol they are talking about, you figured.

“But… the question is what did your soulmate do to get that immense amount of pain?” Bin questioned out loud. “Who knows.” You shrugged, analysing the few lines over and over again.

“Wait. Here it says ‘when you have met your soulmate’. Should I know who it is then?!!” You almost shouted at Bin’s direction. “Calm down Y/n, I don’t want to go deaf just yet, thank you very much.”

Having a sore throat from all the screaming you did today, you reached out to your glass standing on a table nearby. You though you would be able to get it without problems, but that didn’t quite happen.

You didn’t grab it fully and the glass slipped out of your fingers and fell on the ground, which resulted in some parts getting stuck in your hand. “Ouch!” You yelled out, trying to get the glass out of your finger. “Y/n, please be more careful…” Bin said while face palming himself.

“Yeah okay, sure, but please help me get this out now.” You urged, not exactly amused by feeling this amount of pain twice in a day.

Bin successfully removed the pieces of glass, and you could breathe again. “Why do things like this keep happening to me…” You muttered, crestfallen.

“I have no idea, honestly. But let’s get a bandage for that wound, because it looks-“. He stopped talking mid-sentence. “Bin?” You questioned, looking down at your finger. To your surprise, you found that the wound had completely disappeared. Pressing on where the cut had been previously, you also noticed it didn’t hurt.

Before you could think about what had happened even more, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it, it’s probably just the boys anyways. In the meantime, get comfortable on the couch, okay?” He said, and walked off to the front of the house.

Leaning on your palms for support, you managed to lift yourself up on the couch. “That was a lot harder than expected.” You said to no one in particular.

“Hey Y/n!” You heard several names call out to you, happy to see you again. “Hey guys! Nice to see you again too!” You answered them just as enthusiastic.

Sanha kept staring at your ankles, which were a weird kind of blue and purple right now. “Sorry to ask, but what in the hell happened to your ankles?” He blurted out before putting his hands in front of his mouth, ashamed he asked you a question in that rude way.’

“Calm down Sanha, it’s okay.” You giggled at his silliness. It almost made you forget about the pain you were having. Almost.

“As for my ankles… I don’t really know, actually. Bin and I think it has something to do with soulmates?” You said unsure of yourself. It did sound weird after all, because all the other boys were looking at you two like you came from another planet.

“No really, the doctor said it happens a lot!” Bin said, but that just seemed to make the situation more awkward, so soon after the whole ordeal was pushed aside and forgotten while snacking on a few pizzas.

“Oh that reminds me. Before I eat something, do you guys maybe have a bandage or something? I suddenly got a cut on my finger just now…” Rocky spoke up for the first time that day after being unusually quiet.

“Sure!” Bin said and walked together with Rocky to the kitchen, where you stored your medical supplies.

“Y/n?” MJ started off, looking at bit nervous. “Yeah, what’s up?” You answered while shoving another slice of pizza in your mouth. “I think we all need to tell you something.” Well this sounded serious. Putting down your pizza, you nodded for them to continue, attention full on the leader now.

“It’s about Rocky. During today’s dance practise, he had to do a difficult jump… which went wrong. He landed on the front of his foot and collapsed. We thought he was done for, but after yelling for a few minutes, he seemed fine.” Jinjin told you, with Eunwoo continuing. “His ankles endured most of the fall, and to be honest, they looked just as blue and purple as yours right now.”

This caused you to swallow hard. Could it be?

At that moment, Bin and Rocky entered the living room again. “What’s with this serious atmosphere? What happened?” Bin questioned, looking each of you in the eyes as to find the answer there.

A few seconds of silence passed, and you gathered the courage to finally find out. “Rocky? Could you please say where you go the wound?” You spoke up to him, examining his hand thoroughly. Sure enough, the place where his bandage was located was exactly the place where you had gotten your glass cut a few minutes ago.

“No… this can’t be.” You muttered, not believing what was happening in front of your eyes. Most of the boys in your living room seemed to know what you were talking about, but Rocky tilted his head to the side, not understanding the situation at all.

Shrugging it off, you saw him taking a seat on the couch again and reaching for a slice of pizza. By doing so, he scraped his hand on the box and he snatched his hand back quickly.

“Ouch. Damn, these things just keep happening today…” He mumbled while still looking at the wound on his hand. On the other side of the couch, you turned your wrist around so it was facing upwards. Sure enough, the symbol had appeared again.

Making eye contact with the rest of the boys, you nodded and reached your hand to your right wrist, pressing on the weird symbol.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening at all. That was, until Rocky spoke up. “Huh? It’s… it’s gone now?” He questioned, thinking he might have gone mad. Just when he said that, the wound ended up on your hand. “Ouch!” You couldn’t help but let it slip because the wound hurt more than you thought.

Carefully observing the rest of the members, they seemed to understood. At last, you cast your gaze upon Rocky, who was still looking at his hand. “Rocky.” You said, at which he looked up at you.

His gaze was first on your eyes, but was gone just as quickly. It seemed he couldn’t look you in the eyes. Giggling, you walked over to the end of the couch where he was seated. From the corners of your eyes you could see a bit of red spreading on his cheeks. Cute.

“Rocky, look at this.” You said, urging him to look at your hand, which seemed possible. “No… so it’s true?” He exclaimed, looking at your face properly now.

“I guess?” You chuckled, and now it was your turn to look at the floor.

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin and turned your face upwards again, so you guys made eye contact for a third time. Honesty, you had absolutely no idea where he had gathered the confidence from this time, but you didn’t mind.

“Ehh… guys?” An awkward cough was heard through the living room, and you both seemed to snap out of your little world. Before you could react, a flying maknae was going in for a hug with you both.

“Congrats on finding your soulmate!” He screamed, making you both practically deaf. “Thanks Sanha!” You said with a obvious blush. You were glad at the thought of having a soulmate. It sounded really easing in your ears.

“Woah, who would have thought his crush would be his soulmate!” Jinjin said out loud, which earned him several punches from an embarrassed Rocky. “You had a crush on me?” You giggled, amused at the fact that he liked you before even founding out about this soulmate thing.

“Y/n! Don’t act like you didn’t have a crush on him as well!” Bin scolded you from the other side of the room. You blushed even more and now it was your time to give him a few soft punches.

No matter how embarrassed you were in front of your friends, you were really glad you had found your soulmate this way. And you were even happier that is was Rocky.  

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Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2


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