who's going to save me

Ice cream

Draco grunted as he fumbled with the collar of his dress shirt. His face was contorted in distaste as he felt little beads of sweat running down his neck. Ugh, disgusting! Potter had already pointed out that it was far too hot outside to be wearing a dress shirt, but Draco refused to wear the kind of sordid clothes Potter seemed to love so much. It suited him, of course, but Draco had a reputation to uphold.

That was a bit of a stupid reason, even Draco had to admit it, seeing as they were out and about in Muggle London, but Draco, unlike Potter, had class.

Them being friends was still very new to him and definitely needed some getting used to. Potter seemed already comfortable around Draco, always blabbering on about this and that, bumping Draco’s arm with his elbow, grinning at him mischievously…

Blaise had remarked that it very much seemed like he and Potter were dating, but that was just ridiculous. They had just met for coffee a few times, had gone to the movies (Potter’s idea of course and Draco was still a bit traumatised) and had gone for a few walks, like now. Yes, Draco had been a little surprised earlier when Potter had asked him if he wanted to come back to his place later for dinner, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, was it? Friends did that… right?

As they continued walking down the street, Draco peered sideways and saw that Potter’s face was rather flushed and there were little beads of sweat running down his neck, too.

“Maybe we should have stayed inside today,” Potter wheezed. “I honestly don’t understand how you haven’t fainted yet.” He gazed at Draco’s shirt and his cloth trousers in discomfort.

“Well,” Draco began, eyeing Potter’s burgundy T-shirt and his short trouser, which reached to his knees, “I was taught elegance is a virtue, as well as endurance. Clearly, a concept which seems to be lost on you.” He let his eyes wander over Potter’s body and gave him an appraising look when their eyes met again. Potter seemed to stifle a giggle.

“What?” Draco snapped.

“Endurance,” Potter snorted. “Alright then.” He flashed Draco a toothy grin. Draco had no idea what was so funny about that, but didn’t get the chance to ask. Potter’s eyes had focused on something on the other side of the street. Draco turned around, but had no idea what had caught Potter’s attention.

“Wait here,” Potter told him and and sprinted off. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. What was Potter up to? And how dare he make Draco wait alone in the middle of the street like this?

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes passed by. When Potter finally came into view again, Draco saw that he was holding… two ice lollies?

“Here,” Potter said enthusiastically, holding one out to Draco. He gave it a quick glance and made a face.

“No thank you,” he grunted.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t like ice cream,” Draco shrugged. Potter’s eyes widened at that.

“What? How can you not like ice cream?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

“I just don’t.”

Potter kept staring at him, the incomprehension at Draco’s revelation clearly visible on his face.

“You’re dripping,” Draco noted with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Oh!” Only now did Potter seem to notice that the ice lollies were melting quickly, dripping all over his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over his knuckles slowly. Mesmerised, Draco watched as Potter did the same thing to his other hand.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Potter asked, oblivious to Draco’s sudden inner turmoil. Not trusting his voice at this moment, he just waved a dismissive hand in the air. Potter shrugged and lifted one of the ice lollies to his mouth.

Sweet Merlin!

Draco almost choked as Potter’s lips closed around the ice lollie. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and started sucking. Draco had to control himself not to clutch his chest in surprise. He winced when Potter made a slurping noise.

“You know,”  Potter said happily, “I had my first ice lolly when I was ten years old. I really like them.”

Draco had trouble concentrating on what Potter was saying, but still, a frown formed on his face.

“You hadn’t had ice cream before that?”

Potter shook his head and looked at the two ice lollies in his hands. They were both dripping like mad. He lifted one to his mouth again and licked it, painfully slow, from the bottom up, before sticking it in his mouth again. This time, he twirled it around, before releasing it again with a little ‘pop’.

Draco was sure he was about to faint. The heat wasn’t exactly helping, either.

“Potter,” he spluttered. He stepped forward and gazed at his mouth intently. “Ugh, you really are an imbecile, aren’t you?”

Potter’s mouth and his chin were smeared with the remnants of the ice lolly. Draco reached out and stroked the corner of Potter’s mouth with his thumb. He saw Potter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s sticky,” Draco muttered. He wasn’t really aware that he was leaning down, until his tongue made contact with Potter’s skin. Surprised by his own boldness, he quickly stepped back.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Potter was flushed and he looked like he was trying to decide something.

“Sod that,” he suddenly muttered and let go of the two ice lollies. Before they hit the ground, Potter had his arms around Draco’s neck and their lips pressed together. Draco made a startled sound when Potter’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted like artificial oranges. Yuck! But the things Potter apparently could do with that tongue…

“Let’s go back to my place,” Potter panted after a few moments. “Oh, but first, let me go back to that store real quick.”

Draco frowned.

“Why?”

“Because,” Potter said with one of his mischievous grins, “I want more ice cream.” He dropped his voice to a low, seductive whisper. “I want creamy, rich chocolate ice cream.” Draco shuddered at the way Potter was looking at him. “And I plan to lick it off your chest and out of your navel.”

This time, Draco really did choke. He recovered rather quickly, however, and grabbed Potter’s hand.

“Merlin, what are we waiting for?”

Iain is like my best friend. He comes over a lot. And he really loves hanging out with Sylvia (5), they’re like best friends. Which is kind of cool actually. He like saves her artwork and all that. They’re like really buddies. I hang out with him the most socially.
—  Brett Dalton on his favorite Agents of SHIELD cast member, Toronto ComiCon 2017

Me: [creates a temporary background character to help move scene along]

Scene: [ends]

Temporary character: [is still there for some reason(??)] Hey wassup

Me: Hey, uh…you need…to leave…

Temporary(?) Character: No.

Me: [sweats] Seriously, please leave now. Goodbye

Next Scene: [Begins]

Temporary New Character: [IS STILL AROUND AND SHOWING NO SIGNS OF LEAVING EVER AGAIN] So I have some ideas about the direction this story is heading and I think it should be more like-

Me: [crying as I accept that I am not the boss of anything I create, writing them permanently into the narrative and hoping they don’t beat me up]

my personal fave warrior cat scenes

- when silverstream met graystripe AKA “what are you doing on riverclan territory?” “drowning?” “cant you go drown on your own territory?” “ah but who would save me there?” 

- when cloudtail was teaching daisy fighting moves and cloudtails like “ok pretend im a badger coming to hurt your kits” “but my kits really like you???”

- when fireheart came to the medicine cat den in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to talk to cinderpelt about sandstorm and cinderpelt was so tired that she finally was like “fireheart….literally everyone in the clan can see sandstorm has a crush on you” and he was like “i….wait….WHAT”

- when ravenpaw caught the adder and graypaw and firepaw were so proud of him that graypaw tried putting the dead adder around the apprentices den so he could show off the fact that ravenpaw did something so cool to dustpaw and sandpaw

- when the clans were coming to the lake and brambleclaw noticed his mama goldenflower having a hard time moving down the hill and he went over to help her walk down

- also the scene where brambleclaw was worried about something and goldenflower just cuddled w/ him until he fell asleep

- when jaypaw, hollypaw, and lionpaw were playing outside of thunderclan camp and were trying to organize a mock battle and they tackled brambleclaw when he padded over to them

- that one scene in one of the field guides where squirrelflight is showing the reader around thunderclan camp and she jumps onto the highledge and says “okay and this is how firestar starts a clan meeting” and then she’s like “SHIT ok we have to get out of here there’s actually cats coming out of their dens run run run”

- when squirrelpaw was going on the journey and leafpaw was listing off herbs to her and squirrelpaw was like “i’ll be fine dw” 

- when the fire happened in rising storm and thunderclan took refuge in riverclan camp and graystripe shows fireheart to his kittens, and IMMEDIATELY they know who he is bc graystripe talks to them about fireheart constantly

- that scene where fireheart was attempting to apologize to sandstorm and runningwind was just sitting there all quiet w/ this smirk on his face bc it was sorta awkward but he was getting info on drama

- when mousefur called a clan meeting. brambleclaw: can she do that | brackenfur: she just did it

- when firepaw got in trouble for feeding yellowfang and he couldnt have fresh kill that night, so graypaw tried to sneak him an extra mouse and tigerclaw caught him and graypaw, being the good friend he is ate another whole mouse so firepaw wouldnt get in trouble and got a bellyache afterwords

- that time when firepaw got so annoyed w/ yellowfang that he snapped at her and let his temper go and he thought yellowfang was crying and he was about to apologize when he realized she was laughing at him

- “lionblaze fought a fox” jayfeather: yeah i know he’s an idiot

- “thanks, jay”

- when lionblaze is thinking of cats who could be training in the dark forest and he takes one look at whitewing and just goes “no way. never.”

2

When will they be safe and happy? Probably never.

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 2

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

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DOUMEKI IS SERIOUS OK WATANUKI. 

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM RAISE HIS VOICE BEFORE

HE EVEN DID THE ANIME HAND WALL THING

THAT’S HOW SERIOUS HE IS

Fun story, someone tried the anime hand wall thing on me once. It worked for precisely two seconds before I ducked under it and kept going. 

FUN TIPS TO TRY AT HOME, WATANUKI. 

For a moment I thought he was sitting on a giant fortune cookie and I was incredibly excited. 

BUT YUUKO ICHIHARA IS HERE AND THAT’S EVEN BETTER SO I’M OKAY WITH IT. 

She’s not going to be able to do it, but more importantly, damn Yuuko what are you wearing that’s incredible.

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OCN Save Me’s character Choi Man Hee isn’t just any smart and caring guy but someone special and unique, because he’s one of the few well-rounded fat characters in kdramas. We obviously have a lack of fat characters in Korean dramas. If we get them, they’re usually not actually played by fat people or they are the ones we’re supposed to laugh at. One of their main or only purpose in a story is to let us see them either stuffing their faces with food or losing weight. But Man Hee is different and I love that. I want to see more fat characters like him in kdramas, male and female alike.

minister-of-silly-walks  asked:

Sabo is a writer, ace is an artist and they're going to a comic convention as the characters based off of themselves from their own comic book and someone rescues them from a awkward situation with some fans not realizing their actually the creators

“You alright?” Their rescuer asks still kneeling down beside Ace, one of his hands rubbing soft circles into the skin of his arm. “Slow deep breaths. It’s okay. Fan can be a bit much, huh?”

Sabo shakes pressed against Ace’s other side, still shaking slightly, “Didn’t think they would be that bad.”

“You two are dressed as two of the hottest, and only, versions of Firestarter and Dragonclaw at the convention,” He says glancing over at Sabo, his attention still mostly on Ace, not that Sabo minds, Ace is still panicking. “I would be more shocked if you two had escaped them doing all of that.”

“Are they usually like that?” Ace gasps out.

“Sometimes. My first convention wasn’t too bad, but I also didn’t come in costume. I saved that for my second year.”

“We thought it would be fun,” Sabo shrugs. “Didn’t, didn’t think that it would be like that.”

“People are crazy. Plus, this is a big con. It’s going to be a bit more extreme than some of the others. I know that most people like to start at smaller ones just for the sense of security,” He shrugs. “But if you’re here, you might as well finish up what you started.”

“Y-yeah,” Ace agrees. “Maybe, maybe not in costume.”

Their rescuer nods, “That might help, but if you like it, you shouldn’t let them stop you. You’re here to have fun, aren’t you. Just be more sure of yourselves. Be more,” He pauses. “When I came to a big con a few years back, I was the only one dressed up as Phoenix from-”

“The Phoenix Burning?” Sabo asks quickly.

He laughs, “You’ve read it?”

“It’s one of my favorites,” Sabo agrees. “Ace and I read it a lot before we ever considered writing. Actually it’s what made Ace decide to become an artist.”

Ace tips his head to avoid the look directed at him, “I’m not that good.”

“I’m sure you’re good,” He says hand still on Ace’s bicep. “But I stayed firm with what poses and how long I would pose. You just need to do that. I can stick around for a bit to help if you want? I have a panel I signed up for in an hour, but until then, I’m free.”

“We’d like that, please. I’m Sabo and this is Ace. We’re only wondering for another hour too, then we’re,” Sabo bites his lip. “We’re going to the panel held by the writers for Dragonclaw and Firestarter.”

“Me too. I’m Marco,” He smiles. “Let me know when you’re both ready to head back out there, alright? We can sit here for a minute until you’re both ready.”

“Thanks,” Ace mutters ducking his head so that his hat falls into his eyes. “For helping us.”

“You’re welcome, Ace. I’m glad to help.”

Why?

I’m scared of myself;
Something about me
that I’m telling you
despite knowing there’ll be
one more ‘why’ in your mind
just the same as in my own
- yet another question about me.
This 'why’ is the reason
my words are now silent
For when I talk of 'her’
my mind asks - 'Who?
Who is 'she’? Is that you?
Then, who are you?
Or is 'she’ a stranger?
Someone else? Without a name?
WHY?’
Questions and more questions
corrupt the simplicity of words
So I doubt myself
and I feel incomplete
and so I can’t complete
a single thought anymore.

anonymous asked:

They should know he's a guy by now but anyways how are u doing today ?

// Well between dealing with a handful of people stealing, tracing, and otherwise reposting my art, telling me I’m wrong for politely calling them out and handling it like an adult in DMs, trying to help handle the #savebendy bullshit, people ripping off my designs for Lendy & Acute & Alice, having my characters misgendered repeatedly after already making a post on the matter, being insulted directly to my face on a handful of servers, handling some personal drama, and generally feeling alone in groups of people (not their fault) I’ve been… okay. Mostly just extremely tired and admittedly a bit pissy. I haven’t hardly eaten this week and today I can’t stop so if I don’t post a lot its because I’ve made myself sick, sorry in advance.

me having a crush on Megara from Hercules as a kid should’ve been a hint. I didn’t listen to it and because of that I had to spend YEARS of my life thinking I was straight

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I love that you used Shakespeare as another example here. One of my professors, a Shakespearean, said he wouldn’t talk about Jane Austen because she was such an “overblown romantic novelist”, and because she didn’t write about the things happening outside her own immediate surroundings (which is, as far as I’ve understood it, done on purpose) she was basically just a “silly female author”. (He didn’t use those words, but it seemed pretty clear that that was what he meant.)

Your professor is a hack who appears to have no sense of irony or true understanding of either Austen or Shakespeare if he thinks no comparisons may be drawn or are worth exploring between two of the greatest writers in English literature. Shakespeare’s entire body of work is deeply infused with references drawn from his own life experience, particular even to the countryside of Warwickshire in which he grew up, even where it might be anachronistic or weird on a technical level to pair that kind of imagery or language with settings like ANCIENT ROME or a FAIRY KINGDOM. (One could argue on a basic level that Shakespeare is therefore more ‘fanciful’ whereas Austen’s work is deeply-rooted realism, for fuck’s sake.) Shakespeare and Austen both gloried in their own kinds of silliness, for silliness is a part of life, as much as seriousness.

Tell him he can come to my house and try saying his bullshit to my fucking face.