why are you two so perfect

George Miller Reveals Fury Road Sequel Will Feature a “Urine-Oriented Society”

George Miller has spent decades creating the weird, wonderful, high-octane world of the Mad Max franchise. The series’ last installment, Fury Road, featured paint-huffing adolescent “war boys” who worship the car engine as a deity, but Miller says the next movie – which remains untitled – will go even further.

“What we’re looking at is essentially a urine-oriented society,” says Miller. “They separate themselves into two castes, the pee boys and the troughmen, and the troughmen treat the pee boys pretty roughly. It’s clear who is in charge.”

This society was actually founded by a relative of Immortan Joe, the last film’s main antagonist, Miller goes on to say.

“You know, with Joe, we took the idea that all his children have something wrong with them, some deformity,” he explains. “That’s why he was so upset in Fury Road when he lost his child – it was his first perfect child, his first suitable heir. The founder of the piss society is one of Joe’s sons who got the shorter end of the stick. He was born with twice the piss of a normal, healthy human.”

Miller goes on to say that this “piss society” has been fighting against Joe’s regime for decades, though this wasn’t addressed in Fury Road. Joe’s death has left a power vacuum in the area, he explains, so the pee boys are rising to take his place.

Read the full interview on VICE Entertainment here.

Dating Tom Holland would include:

A/N: this is way longer than I expected but I ope it’s still good :) feedback is appreciated!!

Tom // You

  • Him being super touchy in public
  • Always wanting to hold your hand
  • Or put his arm around your waist
  • Or rest his hand on your thigh
  • Literally anything that includes any kind of physical contact with you
  • But not in a sexual way
  • Well sometimes it is in a sexual way ;)
  • Like teasing you under the table at some kind of formal event
  • Or when you’re having dinner with your family
  • You being super mad at him for doing that in front of your parents
  • Thomas Stanley Holland!!! What the fuck is wrong with you??
  • I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling
  • You getting incredibly sexually frustrated whenever he did that, which usually lead to sex ;)
  • Sex with him being either quick, rough and loud; or slow, quiet and passionate
  • But good nevertheless
  • Marvel movie marathons
  • You too would be watching Iron Man all cuddled up
  • And Tom would be constantly talking about how he knows RDJ
  • Tom, I swear to God. Shut the fuck up.
  • Tess joining your movie marathon
  • Or Harrison
  • Tom and you pretending to be annoyed by the fact that Haz was there
  • But actually not minding because you two love him to the moon and back
  • The three of you being absolutely inseparable
  • As well as Tom’s siblings and you
  • And the SM:H cast and you
  • Basically everyone in Tom’s life adores you
  • Especially Tom
  • Him literally staring at you in awe every time you do anything
  • Anything
  • You could literally be making his sugary tea
  • And he would be staring at you like you were an angel
  • What’s wrong?” You’d ask, turning to look at him
  • Nothing’s wrong, darling.
  • Then why are you looking at me like that?
  • It’s just… How the hell do you manage to look so perfect all the time?
  • You’d roll your eyes. “Like you’re one to say that
  • This happening at least once a day
  • Which usually lead to the two of you going on and on about how much you love each other
  • Harrison, Jacob and Harry being totally sick of you two.
  • “We get it guys. You love each other. Can we move on before I throw up?”
  • You two being all over twitter, facebook, instagram or any kind of social media as #couplegoals
  • for weeks
  • Tom’s fans absolutely adoring you
  • Because you make Tom happy and that’s all they care about
  • Hearing his morning voice for the first time after your first night together when you to visit him while on tour
  • Like you’d both be laying in bed in the morning,and you’d be looking at him while he slept
  • Thinking about how much you love him especially after last night ;)
  • Stop staring at me. It’s creepy.
  • You having at least three mental orgasms after hearing his raspy morning voice.
  • Shut up, Stanley.
  • He’d immediately open his eyes and rolling over till he was on top of you.
  • Don’t call me that.
  • He would say that in a really dominant tone, and he’d still have morning voice
  • So let’s just say you’d be pretty turned on
  • So you decided to tease him a little
  • Or what?
  • You don’t want to find out, love.
  • You’d both have teasing little smirks on your face
  • Oh, I think I do, Stanley
  • Hot, needy, loud morning sex!!!!!!!!
  • Harrison banging on your bedroom wall
  • “Oh, bloody hell!!! It’s nine in the morning, stop shagging, for fuck’s sake!!”
  • Both of you bursting out in laughter
  • Resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist when you’re done
  • Him kissing the top of your head and holding you as close to him as possible
  • I love you so much, it’s insane
  • I love you too, Stanley.
<3

Public relationships are a weird thing. No one has an entitlement to anything within them but once one thing has been shared, it’s hard to know where the line is between what anyone other than you or your partner should/shouldn’t know. What I do know though is that if that relationship comes to an end, it’s hard to avoid telling people whether they have a right to know or not. Given the amount of questions I’ve already had, the longer I leave it, the worse it could be for all involved. So…here goes.

Pete and I broke up.

A couple of months ago.

It’s so much easier to explain a break up when something…happens. When someone lies, cheats, uses, abuses or even falls for someone else and you can say that’s why. That’s why we broke up. But in this case, nothing went wrong. We just simply weren’t right.

That’s really all I can and want to say on it all. Pete and I are still friends, of course. We shared two and a half incredibly magic years together, we both taught each other a lot and we’ll continue to be in each other’s lives until the end.

I just ask that you don’t ask questions and you don’t do the whole “OH BUT WHHHYYYY?! YOU WERE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER!!!”…because who does that help, really? We both appreciate that in any public relationship, especially a “youtube” relationship everyone feels very *involved* but only two people were involved in our relationship: myself and Pete and we’d appreciate it if everyone could respect that. We’re both okay and moving forwards and that’s the main thing.

Much, MUCH love and thanks.

<3

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of your friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of your friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Your other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You shouted over the loud music. Your friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of your arms, dragging you in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. You looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” You chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

 • pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words: 15,413
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

» pt 1 | pt 2 |

a/n: my blood sweat and tears omgg! Thank you guys!!

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Dating Sherlock Would Involve

I can’t believe I haven’t done this yet

Originally posted by lonelyprincess01


  • Playing with his hair when you kiss, or just to annoy him or when you lay in bed together. 
  • Calling him “Holmes”
  • Sherlock wouldn’t introduce you to Mycroft for a while because he would be worried Mycroft would make you leave somehow. But when you did get formally introduced to Mycroft it would be a little strange…
    “Oh this is your brother? I met him the week I met you in a coffee shop. We had a nice little chat! What a coincidence.”
    You would all know it definitely was not a coincidence.
  • Sherlock would teach you to dance. He would be shy about it at first but once you’d stepped on his toes a few times and looked so shocked and apologetic afterwards he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing.
  • Telling Sherlock you won’t talk to him until he eats something substantial.
    “Oh, you’ll crack eventually.”
    You don’t.
    Sherlock ends up aggressively eating a sandwich in front of you while you burst out laughing - he’d had enough of asking your opinion on a case and you just giving him an eyebrow.
  • Sherlock takes you on cases with him because he likes you to see you (impress you). 
  • You keep laughing at inappropriate times, earning the eyes of everyone at the scene.
    “Sorry, it’s just that that’s Sherlock’s um… face.”
  • Taking baths and showers together because you can both be absent minded in the shower and this helps you save water.
  • John wouldn’t know for a week or so that you two were actually dating. He would’ve thought that you didn’t swing that way so he would be very shocked when he walked in on you and Sherlock making out.
    “Is this um… for a case?”
  • You and Sherlock would dress and undress each other (mainly for motivation for Sherlock) as he would often not bother to get dressed and would stay in the same clothes for days. This way you did it for him (which he quite enjoyed).
  • Subconsciously imitating his clothing style. You don’t realise until there’s a photo of you two in the newspaper. 
  • Laying on his lap when he’s reading through papers
  • Mrs Hudson would adore you. She would keep asking when you two were going to get married.
  • It would make Mycroft uncomfortable to see his brother so happy with someone in that way.
  • Meeting Sherlock’s parents. They have many funny stories about Sherlock to tell you.
  • Sherlock suddenly going to you at random times, holding you by the shoulders and half yelling at you because he’s “realised why I feel this way about you”.
  • Standing up for him with cutting comments whenever someone insults Sherlock. You’ve picked up on how to hurt people with words (you don’t use it very often though).
  • A lot of hand holding but not that much else PDA
  • Imitating him when he’s being stroppy. This causes him to imitate you back and you’re both strutting around the flat in each other’s clothes , shouting mockery at each other until Mrs Hudson bursts in laughing.
    “You two are so strange! You’re perfect for each other!”
  • When she leaves, Sherlock turns to you.
    “We are you know.  I mean, statistically speaking.”
    “What?” You laugh.
    In answer you just kiss each other, him in your clothes and you in his.
  • “Does it make me self indulged to say you look really hot in my clothes, Sherlock?”
    “Perhaps. But I do have to agree.”


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Anon asked: “I get all these plot ideas in my head, but I really struggle with writing them down in words, to sit down and actually write, partly because I usually think too much whenever I try to write (like how the grammar is and how it sounds etc) and I always think it all sounds so slow and boring when I write my ideas down… which leads me to just “write” the story in my head instead of actually writing it :/. Do you’ve any advice on how to stop doing that? Because it’s really frustrating!”
 

Originally a question for It’s a Writer Thing, but it was decided that answering it on this blog would be better for the less technical answer and the more actionable answer!

This answer will cover two reasons why my suggestion works, and one alternative if you don’t like the first piece of advice.

-       You Need to Stop Caring So Much

Your main problem is you’re overthinking things, which is natural, because you want this scene to be perfect. As perfect as it was in your head, and every moment it doesn’t do that, you become more frustrated and your creativity is more stifled.

Those grammar and word choices worries aren’t about grammar or word choice – it’s your mind battling with the cosmic issue of scientists not getting off their butts and creating a device that projects thoughts onto paper yet. There’s nothing wrong with your writing. You have created an impeccable scene in your head, and the more impeccable it is, the more dissatisfied you’ll be with writing it.

-       So, the solution:

Drink wine. No, seriously. Carve out an evening to yourself, put on some music that inspires you to write or that serves as the background music of a scene you want, get a glass of wine (or three), and sit down.

Drink the first glass of wine.

Play the music and start brainstorming the scene. Let it play out in your head. Let yourself get a little crazy in the details because you’re not writing yet, you’re brainstorming.

If you smoke, have a cigarette, and start on the second glass of wine.

Now start writing.

-       Why This Works

Wine takes the edge off. Stronger alcohol can work too, because it’s called liquid courage for a reason. It makes you stop CARING so much if it’s perfect, so that your mind can relax enough to actually write the scene as good as it can be. If you drink too much, then you’ll have problems with the keys, so know your own limit and drink just until you just have that nice buzz that makes you not so upset if this draft turns out less than satisfactory.

Trust me, when you look at it later, it will be 80% better than you thought it’d be.

-       The Sectioned Off Evening Itself Does Wonders

Knowing that you are just messing around with the scene for the next few hours – that it doesn’t have to be perfect; that it doesn’t have to be really anything, since you’re just having an enjoyable writing session – will take half the edge off.

You’re not here to do miracles – you’re here to chill out with a nice glass of wine and enjoy yourself! Even if you just brainstorm it in your head and write down notes to fill out later, that’s for later! You accomplished something. Good for you.

-      If You Don’t Drink

That’s fine. I’m not telling anyone to start drinking if they don’t like it, or encouraging alcoholics to fall off the bandwagon for the sake of a scene. … unless it’s a really good scene.

I jest.

The key is to chill out. So whatever makes you relax, calm down, and cast off the more anxious side of yourself, do it.

If you smoke, have a cigarette. Or five.

If you like a warm bath, get a notebook and try your best to keep it dry, or if you have nerves of steel, take your chances with the laptop.

If chocolate eases your nerves, get a bag of Hersey’s Kisses and go for it.

Just remember that you have to not only kill that usual tension that life brings, but you have to go one step further to make your inner critic decide to quiet down for the night.

-       To Wrap Around

The key is to calm down. Then calm down some more. Calm down clear to the point where your “give a damn” function is disabled for the night. You can accomplish some pretty amazing things when you don’t care so much. Then the scene at least has words on it – and you can always work with a bad scene, but never a nonexistent scene.

Hope this helps!

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“I need a favor, and not the sexual kind.” Stiles/Derek

Nonsexual Favors

Derek woke to his phone vibrating on his nightstand. He rolled over and unlocked it when he saw he had two texts from Stiles that had both come in within the last two minutes. 

It wasn’t unusual for Stiles to text Derek at all hours of the morning, what was unusual was the lack of sexual content in the text.

Stiles: I need a favor,
Stiles: And not the sexual kind.

Derek was tempted to just roll over and go back to bed, but then he had a vision of Stiles laying in some ally, bleeding out because he was attacked by some monster, and he hit the call button.

“Oh thank god,” Stiles said as soon as he picked up, “My bike got stolen and I’m nowhere near a Metro stop.”

“Where are you?” Derek asked, already getting out of bed and pulling on his pants. It was 1:30 in the morning, there was no way he was letting Stiles wander around D.C. by himself that late. 

He and Stiles had been doing this, thing, whatever it was, since they ran into each other in D.C. almost two years prior. Stiles had grown into himself nicely and though he was still an asshole, Derek knew him well enough now to appreciate it.

“I’m in Alexandria,” Stiles breathed out, his voice sounded a little less strained now, “I’ll send you a pin with my location.”

Derek jogged out of his apartment, well it was actually a brownstone that he had bought when he moved to D.C. He had redone the basement so it was a full, though small, apartment that he could rent out. 

Not that he needed the money, he had plenty from his inheritance, but he kind of liked not having to live off of it. He loved everything about living in D.C., from the diversity to his job at an environmental non profit. 

When Stiles had walked back into his life it had felt like fate, they had run into each other at GW. Derek was working on his masters and Stiles was getting his degree in criminal psychology, on the fast track to the FBI. 

They had picked up right where they left off, snapping at each other and defending each other whenever someone else said a bad word about the other. Things escalated quickly, within a month they were fucking in Derek’s new Camaro. 

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I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] Previous Part | Part Seven | Epilogue

Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”

“Jungkook…”

“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

Old Man Acrobat

So This is like, our second game of DND most of us have played. our party is headed to town as part of some celebration or something, and we go by this lake and we talk to this old man who tells us that “for the past months, every night right about now, animals go into this lake and never come out” and at the point he said that, our tri-keen bard had gone into the water 
Water Elemental(OOC): Okay we have to get (Bards name) out of there
Pretty much everyone else: Yeah i agree

So our paladin tried to yell at her and rolled a 2. I try to fire a warning shot but it never happened. so she went under. and while that was happening, a massive moose came up from behind us and was slowly walking towards the lake. our druid tries to talk to animals, but he fails.

Rouge (ME): “I roll to use my levitating piece of glowing fabric and pretend its like a ghost to ward away the Deer”

DM: “…Roll deception”

I roll a 16.  unfortunately it doesn’t work because the deer is hypnotized or something

so eventually after multiple attempts to get the deer to stop, it has two feet in the water, and our bard pops out alive and well telepathically holding a green ball above her. the deer sees it and his eyes are like, red, and it turns towards where are bard is swimming back to

Elemental: “I roll to create a ball of water around the orb

He rolls a 11 and a thin ball of water is formed around the orb. hiding it from view causing the deer to become lucid. so our druid tries to talk to it again

Druid: “What are you doing, why are you chasing this green orb?”

Deer: (IN PERFECT COMMON): “wh-what, where am I!?”

and while this is going on, my rouge gets the brightest idea ever (sarcasm)

Me: “I roll to shoot the orb with my shortbow”
Paladin (OOC): “woah woah, are you sure cause i think your damage is gonna like, get returned to you by 20”

Me: “I’ll just dodge it”

Paladin (OOC) : “Okay, well im going to step away from you”

Me: “alright, now, I roll to just shoot the damn orb”
DM: “*sign* roll for it”

I pass the roll

DM: so you shoot the orb, your arrow passes through the water bubble and hits the orb shattering it, it launches out a  wave of 50 toxic damage, the water bubble absorbs 10, roll dexterity saving throw”

Everyone passes except the bard and the deer

DM: “so (Bard name) and the deer are just obliterated, their skeletons are just, sizzling”

Bard(OOC): “are you kidding me? How was i supposed to dodge that!?”

But the best part, is when we rolled our Dex saving throws, the old man, this 95 year old, rolls a NINETEEN! Meanwhile, me, the ROUGE, barely manages to dodge it with a 13, this nonagenarian rolls a 19! I think the DM said it best

DM: “so the Old Man, this 95 year old, rolls higher than all of you, so he does this like, super athletic maneuver like flips and shit”

Elemental (OOC): “just like, he takes the bench with him”
Me: “Im just imagining the old dude pulling off some fucking Revenge of the Sith shit”

we ran out of time after that but were going to be continuing a day from when i submit this

if i fought this indie singer, who would win? (pt. 2)

so i saw this text post floating around a few years ago and absolutely loved the concept. so, just to make it certain i’m not stealing your idea, rather just adding some other artists i think should be mentioned. original text post by @miragesofu! here we go.

Ed Droste (Grizzly Bear): There is a 40% chance Ed knocks you out. He’s so full of love and in a happy relationship with his adorable boyfriend. Although I feel like if threatened, his inner protective grizzly bear could come out. (Like that time he roasted Taylor Swift on Twitter?) So if you really want to, you can fight Ed. (But why would you want to?)

Ellie Rowsell (Wolf Alice): There is an 80% chance Ellie knocks you out. I mean have you seen how much cred she has from being in one of the best grunge/indie bands in the modern music scene? Also, her brother is a model so they could both just easily stun you with a glance. Don’t fight Ellie.

Yannis Philippakis (Foals): Turn around. Walk the other direction. He will get Dickensian on your ass. There is no way in HELL you are gonna win this one. Sure, he’s 5′7 but this man has the strength of 10 greek gods. He may come off as cuddly and soft (which he is) but it’s all a front. Don’t. Fight. Yannis.

Jack Steadman (Bombay Bicycle Club): 0% chance Jack knocks you out. He’ll most likely be preoccupied with sampling the most indie shit you’ve ever heard that he won’t even realize he’s supposed to be in a fight. Fight Jack.

Joe Newman (Alt-J): 50% chance Joe knocks you out. He’s got a bit of pent up anger from people always asking what his band’s name means. He’s got a soothing voice that could put you in a trance mid-fight so, it’s up to you. So if you’re up to it, Fight Joe.

Harry Koisser (Peace): -500% chance Harry knocks you out. I mean come on, he’s in a band called Peace. Doubt he’s gonna be in any fights anytime soon. He’s always wishing he had perfect skin so I doubt he’s gonna want to get it all cut up. I mean, sometimes he kinda deserves to be punched 4everever. so. Fight Harry.

Alex Trimble (Two Door Cinema Club): 0.5% chance he knocks you out. He’s all recovered from the hiatus and is back to his normal self. Although, he’ll probably be lecturing you on why social media is corrupt and ruining our lives. He’s also lost his northern irish accent completely. So for that reason alone: Fight Alex.

Van McCann (Catfish and the Bottlemen): 30% chance Van knocks you out. He’s not the strongest dude in the game, but he’s definitely got determination. If anything, he’ll get a good punch in but it will most likely have been complete luck. He’s a good guy though. Fight Van.

Connor Schofield (Jaws): 60% chance Connor knocks you out. He’s in one of the best indie bands right now and has written some Bops. Been on sold out tours and has 2 albums out. All of this under his belt whilst being unsigned. This guy has some tricks up his sleeve. So if you want to? Fight Connor?

Dave Bayley (Glass Animals): 60% chance Dave knocks you out. In a physical fight? Maybe not. But in a battle of wits this kid would have you begging for mercy. Went to Oxford University and is super smart just because. Brought back Pineapple’s and made them indie again. Don’t fight Dave.

Elena Tonra (Daughter): This one’s gonna end in a draw. Sure, she’s super cute and super petite but have you heard her lyrics? This girl has experienced a bit of life here and there. Once you hear those words all you’re gonna want to do is make her a cup of tea and ask her if she’s ok. Don’t fight Elena.

Matt Hitt (Drowners): -0% chance Matt knocks you out. This guy is like best friends with Alexa Chung and dated that one girl from 50 shades. He’s gotten cool from the people he knows. Sure. he’s got a cute face but the only thing he’ll get out of a fight is looking super angsty with a bruised eye. Fight Matt.

Josh Tillman (Father John Misty): -420% chance Josh knocks you out. He’ll be too busy writing about the demise of our society while simultaneously calling you out on your bullshit. He’s got some important things to say, but let’s admit it. He needs a good punch. Fight Josh.

Ben Howard: 15% chance Ben knocks you out. This guy’s middle name is angst. It isn’t. But it should be. He’s got some words that can tear your heart out. But overall, he just wants to be listened to. Don’t fight Ben.

Justin Vernon (Bon Iver): 10% chance Justin knocks you out. I mean come on, we’ve all heard holocene. That guy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Although he is very versatile and could be useful in a fight. (Most likely not). It won’t get you anywhere, so unless you really want to, Fight Justin.

Declan McKenna: -0% chance Declan knocks you out. This kid is one of the youngest in the game right now. Memes are his thing. Relatable to them #youngpeople. He’s just so easy to make fun of. So for the fun of it and because it’ll be an easy win, Fight Declan.

Mac Demarco: 0% chance Mac knocks you out. This guy is the literal definition of chill. He’ll probably offer to grill you a hotdog or some weird shit like that. He’ll get in a fight with you and at the end of it all still tell you “God Bless.” Just because it’ll be fun, Fight Mac.

Thomas Mars (Phoenix): 0.5% chance Thomas knocks you out. This guy is like 40 something now? Been in the game for long while. One of the OG Indies. There will probably be some sort of language barrier between you two, so it’s probably not even worth the fight away, Don’t fight Thomas.

Gary Lightbody (Snow Patrol): 5% chance Gary knocks you out. He’s a bit tired of being known as that ‘Chasing Cars’ guy. He’s also Irish so I wouldn’t want to fight an angry Irish man. But then again, he’s just another tall lanky Irish dude. Fight Gary.

Sameer Gadhia (Young the Giant): 50% chance Sameer knocks you out. This guy has the face and voice of an angel. Again, super smart and witty. But at the same time, has something intimidating about him. I’d say it’s a hit or miss. Don’t fight Sameer.

Dan Auerbach (The Black Keys): 0% chance Dan knocks you out. Okay this dude not only has The Black Keys, but has another band called The Arcs AND a solo project. Someone needs to tell this guy to sit down and take a break. He’s probably tired as hell. Fight Dan.

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EP 12: Yuuri’s Exhibition Gala + the pair skating we all wished for

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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Zach accidentally hits you in the head with a basketball

Request: “Hello ☀️can i request an imagine? the reader is a theatre kid and is walking around the school practicing her lines only to accidentally walk into the gym and be knocked out by zach demosey throwing a basketball durning a game? the show is v sad and realistic and I was thinking this might be a little bit lighthearted! maybe it’s set before hannah got depressed? so she and Tony and clay are watching the game too? 💛 thank you 💛💛”


“You okay closing up the classroom (Y/N)?” Melanie, one of my drama classmates, asks me.

“Yeah, I should be fine Melanie. Enjoy the game.” you say with a small smile.

It’s Friday night and you’re still at school in the drama classroom, going over some of your lines for an upcoming play at Liberty High.

Melanie, flashes you a sweet smile. “You should really come to the game too, (Y/N). There’s nothing better than watching a bunch of sweaty, hot guys dribbling around a basket ball.” She says dreamily, with a small giggle.

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  • Ren: My girlfriend can charge my scroll just by holding it.
  • Blake: My girlfriend can make me hot tea and cook for me just by holding the kettle and the pan.
  • Ren: My girlfriend can can go all night all.
  • Blake: My girlfriend can go all night and day long.
  • Ren: My girlfriend is the perfect size to cuddle with.
  • Blake: My girlfriend's boobs are bigger.
  • Ren: My girlfriend's butt is better.
  • Blake: My girlfriend's tongue is amazing.
  • Ren: My girlfriend can lift ten of herself.
  • Blake: My girlfriend can shatter a mech with one punch.
  • Ren: My girlfriend can beat you up.
  • Blake: My girlfriend can beat up your girlfriend.
  • Ruby: *Ruby opens the door to the backyard and walked out on the last few lines that Blake and Ren said as they glaring at the books they are reading while continuing to banter back and forward before asking her sister and friend as sitting on a bench having tea.* What's with those two?
  • Nora: Ren said there are too many plot holes the book they are read.
  • Yang: And Blake likes the author and took offence to it.
  • Nora: Then Ren said some other author is way better.
  • Yang: Which of course is an author Blake thinks is horrible.
  • Nora: And started to argue over other books.
  • Yang: And somehow lead to them arguing about which of us is the better girlfriend. Which I have to said Nora you are perfect sized to cuddle with a nice butt.
  • Nora: Thank you. I think you would be nice and cozy to cuddle with to and have great chest pillows.
  • Yang: Awww.~ You're so sweet. Come here. *Yang smiled giving Nora a hug who returns it before they both lift up their cups of tea and take a sip.*
  • Ruby: ... Uh-huh. Okay then. Now to the question I probably should have asked first, why are you two wearing those? *Ruby nodded before she questioned the two, pointing to the top-hats monocles and large fake handlebar mustache.*
  • Yang/Nora: Tea time. *They said raising the cups.* Cheers.
BTS REACTION: Them being insecure and you comforting them

@thewitchofthewillowtree Thanks for everything, you’re such a doll 😭.

Seokjin

He was on top of you, kissing you slowly, breaking the kiss only to remove his shirt. You were staring at him, taking in his beautiful face and body. “Everything about you is so sexy,”. Seokjin laughed, “Not my fingers”. Despite the fact that he meant it as a joke, you didn’t appreciate the joke because you knew he was insecure about them. You demanded his hand and after he gave it to you, you stared into his eyes and sucked them one by one. He watched you with lust and surprise on his face. “Like I said, every part is incredibly sexy. Because they’re apart of you, and I love YOU,”. Smiling his kissed your lips softly. “Thank you Jagi, I love you too,”.

Namjoon

You were watching Namjoon during his photo shoot, unable to tear your eyes from the gorgeous man in front if you. The sexy looks and smiles he sent your way made you eager to have him alone. So as soon as you entered your home, you threw him on the couch, straddling him. “You don’t know how sexy you are,”. He chuckled, “I really don’t,”. You could tell by his expression he meant it. “Why don’t you believe you’re good looking?”. Shrugging, he looked away from you. “I was always told by fans that I wasn’t,”. You slowly slid peppered kisses on his jawline “I happen to think you’re perfect,” you said looking into his eyes. He blushed and pulled you close for a deep kiss. “I love you,”.

Yoongi

The two of you were walking a fairly busy street at night, drinking coffee and talking. You were excited about pictures from his most recent concert and raved about how handsome and sexy he was. Chuckling, he made an off hand comment: “I’m not good looking,”. You paused and glared at him. “I am SO sick of you saying things like that! Matter of fact…”. You walked over to the nearest bench, stood on it, and screamed, “MIN YOONGI IS THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM!! HIS EYES, HIS SMILE, HIS LIPS, EVEN HIS NOSE IS CU-”. Wrapping his arms around you waist, he snatched you down for the bench and covered your mouth. “OKAY I GET IT Y/N”. Pulling you along after him, he muttered a thank you as you noticed the blush on his face.

Hoseok

“The maknaes deserve to go on Hit the Stage more than I do,”. As soon as Hoseok said those words, you got upset. He had filmed for a variety show the other day and the episode finally aired while he was at practice. The words upset you because he always underestimated his abilities. When he came home and greeted you, you told him you needed to speak with him. He became nervous and asked why and you showed him the clip. “Why do you do this?? We all know you work harder than ANYBODY on the choreography! Dance is YOUR thing!! Jimin and Jungkook have plenty of other things. Let yourself have a chance to shine, okay?? STOP UNDERESTIMATING YOURSELF, YOU’RE AMAZING!!”. By time you finished you were yelling and he was silent. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell I just…wish you’d believe in yourself a bit more sometimes,”. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he shook his head. “No, you’re right Jagi. I’ll be more confident, okay?”

Jimin

He was distant all day and wouldn’t tell you what was wrong. It was late afternoon and you had finally had enough. You strolled into the bedroom and jumped on him where he lay. When he made no attempt to move you, you straddled him. “Ya! Park Jimin! You’re gonna tell me what’s going on RIGHT NOW. I’m your girlfriend, let me support you,” you demanded angrily. He sighed and pulled you into his arms, hiding his face in your neck. “I gained 20 lbs…are you disgusted with me?”. You didn’t respond, only pulled away from him and began to tug at the hem of his shirt. He started to object, wanting to be serious but you simply said, “Take it off,” in a tone he’d never heard you use. After he complied, you kissed him slowly and softly, tasting him throughly. Then you trailed wet kisses along his jawline, neck, and chest. You made sure you take sure to go excruciatingly slow on his stomach, placing kisses so gentle he found it endearing. “Jimin, no matter what you look like, I’ll always love you.But if you must know, you’re perfect to me,”. He began to get teary and he pulled you into his arms, not trusting himself not to cry if he spoke.

Taehyung

“Y/N, am I…wierd?”. You cocked your head at Taehyung when he asked you that question. “Did something happen?” you asked. “Well, the fans still tease me about being super wierd so I was just wondering if I should stop..”. You got irritated by that, “Stop what? Being yourself?”. Before he could respond you grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “You just think differently than others. Even if you do act a little crazy sometimes, it’s not a bad thing, Tae. In fact, your crazy, overactive personality is what I love about you. So don’t let anyone stop you from being yourself,”. Smiling, he drew you into his arms, cooing about how cute you were, smoothering you in kisses.

Jungkook

“Take it from the top,” the man said with obvious frustration. Jungkook sighed, leaned into the mic and began singing the song beautifully. That is, until he suddenly cut off for the 6th time in a row. “You know what? I think we need a break. Take 10 everybody,” the man announced, drawing a hand over his face. He turned to you. “Please talk to him. Find out what’s going on,”.

You had come to Jungkook’s recording session for a new solo song to support him. But so far, he seemed highly upset and unsatisfied with everything— specifically himself. You watched as he threw his papers on the floor before sliding down the wall, sitting beside them. You came over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Kook, what’s going on? You sounded amazing, why do you keep getting upset?”. He was visibly upset, a distant look in his eyes. “It’s not good enough. I can’t hit the notes I used to. My voice sounds a lot harsher too..”. Your eyes widen in surprise; you never knew he was insecure about the way his voice sounded, but then again, his voice WAS finally changing. You shook your head and held his head in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Jungkook, your voice is changing so of course it doesn’t sound the same. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful. It sounds richer and actually those high notes were even better than Jimin’s,”. He chuckled softly at that. You took the opportunity to make him laugh again, because the sentimental stuff wasn’t really either of your things. You stood up and attempt to sing and dance “Cheer Up” by Twice. He laughed so hard tears formed, begging you to stop. You laughed along with him, sitting down again, going back to being talking. “Besides, if you really sucked, Yoongi definitely would’ve told you by now. But seriously…I believe in you Kook. You’re amazing and this song will be too. So you know, give it your best,”. He blushed, pulled you in his arms and shyly kissed you. “I love you,” he whispered.

The first read through of S4 how it went
  • Amanda : my baker street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
  • (*closes script*)
  • (Silence)
  • Mark: ...
  • Steven: ...
  • Ben: ....
  • Martin: .........
  • Mark: so...Ben what do you think?
  • Ben: ...
  • Steven: Ben?
  • Ben: ...*murmuring* they didn't get together?
  • Mark: what?
  • Ben: My character and Martin's.
  • Mark: ...um...no Ben, obviously.
  • Martin: *snuffled crying sound.*
  • Amanda: Martin?
  • Ben: *passes Martin a tissue whilst patting his eyes too*
  • Ben: ...it's...just...they were..they were...*choked cry*
  • Martin: THEY WERE IN LOVE!
  • Moftiss: Martin, are you okay?
  • Martin: *shoving off chair and kicking over table* DO I LOOK OKAY?
  • Moftiss: ...
  • Martin: YOU MACHINES *grabbing Ben's arm and pulling him up* HOW COULD YOU QUEERBAIT LIKE THAT? JOHN AND SHERLOCK WERE AND ARE IN LOVE-
  • Ben: *tugging on Martin's sleeve* it's-
  • Martin: IT'S NOT OKAY! *to moftiss* YOU...YOU...LIARS YOU SAY THEY ARENT IN LOVE THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU MADE ME REDO THE ANGELOS SCENE TEN TIMES UNTIL I DID THE PERFECT LIP LICK OR WHY YOU MADE ME AN BEN STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR TWO HOURS THAT DAY SO WE HAD ENOUGH EYESEX OR WHY YOU TOLD ME TO SHATTER MY HEART WHEN SHERL PROPOSED OR WHY-
  • Moftiss: MARTIN!
  • Martin: you know what this is what I think to that *kisses Ben*
  • Moftiss: ....
  • Martin: YEAH LOOK AWAY WHATEVER BUT YOU MISSED THIS OPPORTUNITY YOU-
  • Moftiss: *run to underground bunker*
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: ...
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: you know you can do that again anytime.
  • Martin: 😏