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How To Ask For Money On a POT Date....

One of the most highly requested question I get and that i see is how to obtain money on a POT date. Well, I’m here to answer :)

1) How to ask for money on a POT date? You DON’T

One of the biggest complaints when talking to SD’s is that their biggest turn off is when a girl comes across as “too greedy” “too desperate” “only about money” 
Yes, I know. If he can’t pay to be a Sugar daddy then he shouldn’t be one… 
Yeah, but your stuck up princess attitude is why you’re not getting past texting a POT or a second date. But that’s okay! :) WE’RE going to fix this together. Knowledge is power and your SD’s have a lot of it. You can’t treat them like guys our age, they’re stupid but not AS stupid as we want them to be. They can see through your bullshit.  

2) Men like to INVEST 

If your SD wanted an escort, he’d go looking on a different site other than SA. My mother and I know your mother or some female in your life has told you not to give a man everything too fast because if they don’t feel like they’re investing into you whether it be time, money or whatever, what are you to them? Nothing, a fling. So BE the investment they want. As a Sugar Baby, it your job to give them the companionship as well as the physical things they desire. We bullshit feelings and make them feel WANTED. Make them WANT to spend money on you because you’re a diamond in the rough. So have a vanilla job, go to school and AT LEAST have goals. The more independent you seem, the more dependent you’ll make them on wanting to be with you and spend money on you. 

3) Act 10 years older than you are but still be yourself. 

That is one of my biggest compliments that I get. “You look 23 but you act 35.” This isn’t connotation to be old and boring, it’s a “you’re not going to be drama for me and I like that.” Men are visual creatures. They want the cute, sexy 20 something look but they don’t want to deal with the immaturity of your actual age. It’s all about body language. Don’t slouch, cross your legs, keep eye contact, smile often, don’t interrupt and DO NOT get out your phone!

4) Bring up your goals to insinuate financial need. 

There’s a thing called subliminal hints to bring up financial needs. “Once I’m able to move out, I’ll hopefully be able to be your travel companion!” 
“I love people, hence why I’m in nursing school and I work on the weekends. I know being with you could really help me take the stress off.” 

Not only are you stating that you’re diligent in your work ethic, but you’re making it about them.  Most of these guys want to see you happy and know that they’re money is going to a good purpose towards your future, it makes them feel accomplished. This is why good SD’s will spoil you with gifts, they LOVE that affirmation that they did a good job.

5) Ask yourself, what kind of guys are your searching for? 

In all personal opinion, I’ll go search for guys on SA myself. Financial requirement for me are MINIMUM $300,000. I’ve found that their allowances are usually a few grand. If they have SEX ANYWHERE on their profile, I swipe left. “I want someone kinky and sexy….bedroom…” EW GROSS It’s bad enough that I may have to be intimate with your nasty ass, don’t make me visualize suffering prior to meeting. If they’ve had a prior arrangement before, score. They usually know how this works. 

A GOOD SD WILL COMPENSATE YOUR FOR YOUR TIME! Remember this. If you’re going on a free POT date, he’s not a good SD. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO ASK FOR MONEY! <——Key.   

If you have any more tips, leave them in the comments below and help each other! This is why I LOVE the sugar baby community. <3

Hope this helps. xoxoxo


seventeen as things i’ve said through text messages


jeonghan - “sorry im a mother of 4…i need my break”


jun - “ok never mind that’s nasty too”

hoshi - “pretty groovy if I say so myself”

wonwoo - “I got 6 hours of sleep and I’m ready for the sweet embrace of death”

woozi - “ik…I gagged, then puked then rolled my eyes 277267277272 times”


mingyu - “why you saying ew???? I thought u loved me”

the8 - “I mean u might get attacked but sure”

seungkwan - “im trying to forget that i saw that by singing navillera really angrily but its not working”


dino - “im having a crisis here”

heyimkandy  asked:


Disclaimer: I have never been inside a Lush store. My sister did buy me the Sex Bomb tho. I have yet to use it.

Evan kinda hated the mall. It was always loud and lots of people were screaming and everyone milling around- he always felt like he was gonna suffocate in there. But of course, when Jared had proposed a mall run as their next date, Evan didn’t know how to day no.

The first part wasn’t too bad- they ate lunch at a Panera in the front of the mall and Jared mixed together all of the weird vegetable juices they had next to the soda machine and was incessantly prompting Evan to try it.

“I do not want to. I don’t even know what it is!” Evan protested.

“It’ll be delicious, Ev.” Jared said, then giggled. “Just try it.”

Some of the other few people were staring at them now, so Evan swallowed his pride and took a small sip, his lips scrunching together at the taste. “That’s rancid! Why did you do that?!”

Jared burst into laughter. “I wanted to see your reaction.” He took a sip of his own. “Not too bad. Actually…” he took another sip. “That’s pretty good.”

Evan made a fake puking sound. “You’re so gross.”

“And so are you! That’s why I love you.” Jared said a bit too loud and pressed a kiss to Evan’s cheek.

“Ew! You taste like vegetable juice!”

“All in a days work, Evan dear!”

Later, they were walking around the Forever 21, and Jared was making jokes about the chrome colored mannequins and trying on just about every terribly designed pair of sunglasses they passed. Evan just preferred to take pictures and make offhand comments about how uncomfortable the jewelry looked.

“I guess it’s a proven fact, Jared: lactose intolerant people and vegetarians can’t shop at Forever 21 because every saying is about tacos.” Evan said at one point, pulling out a sweatshirt from a rack.

“God, which one is that now? Must be like the tenth one we’ve seen.” Jared said, laughing.

“Maybe Forever 21 is weeding out the weaklings who can’t stomach dairy-” Evan said, he and Jared bursting into laughter.

“Ridding the world of true evil- doing God’s work- God bless.”

“That’s so mean, no…” Evan insists, but he probably doesn’t mean it because they both start laughing really loudly again.

Before a worker can ask them to leave, Jared and Evan make sure to put the shirt back and quickly exit the Forever 21, laughing as they skip past the Build-A-Bear (that they were banned from because the two made Evan a bear for Valentine’s Day and Jared tried to say some… explicit things into the voice box), some random slushy store, and a PacSun before Jared stopped them in front of a giant Lush store.

“We’re here.” Jared said reminiscently, putting a hand to his heart and pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “I haven’t been in one of these stores for forever.”

Evan shrugs. “Don’t they just sell like… bath stuff? My mom mentioned liking some of the stuff in there, but it’s way too expensive for us.”

Jared eyes his boyfriend and raises an eyebrow. “Well we’ve got some extra money on us now- why don’t we get something for her?”

“That sounds… exceptionally nice of you. I’m very suspicious.” Evan cocks his head.

Jared shakes his head and wraps an arm around Evan. “I mean, your mom deserves it. And I deserve one too. I’m gonna go buy one.”

And he doesn’t skip a beat on mindlessly marching into the Lush store, Evan having to catch up with him quickly.

The store looks like a farmers market, and there are nothing but short teenage girls in there with badly done undercuts and a lot of makeup. And of course, the two tall nerdy boys.

They do get some weird looks, but it’s not because of their looks, it’s because of Jared laughing at a bunch of the bathbomb names.

“Ooh, Sex Bomb. Sounds fun.” Jared wiggles his eyebrows at Evan. “We can use this one together later, hmm?”

Evan rolls his eyes.

Evan buys the one called Twilight and intends to give it to his mom as a sort of early Mother’s Day present, and Jared full out splurges on himself. He gets two Sex Bombs, Rose, Frozen, and Blackberry.

The two head out of the mall and look through their purchases, Jared pulling out the Rose one and shoving it in Evan’s face.

“Another disgusting thing for you to try! Eat it! Eat it!” He giggles, Evan pushing it back.

“No! No! It’s not safe!”

“You’ll never know until you try, Evan.”

Evan tries to protest more, but he starts laughing, which means Jared can push it into his mouth. He takes it out, so Evan only got a taste, but he’s sputtering anyway.

“Oh my Lord, that was really gross. What in the world?!” he says.

“Really?” Jared says, tossing the bomb back in the bag and grabbing Evan by the shirt, kissing him hard.

He tastes like chemicals and salt.

“Hm..” Jared says, pulling out. “That’s actually not that bad.”

anonymous asked:

But like listen my dude , in this Percy Jackson AU, think about mutual pining shance! Shiro pining for Lance in the post-Zarkon. Loving how Lance is more carefree, Shiro definitely not minding the death aura he releases. Shiro hesitant to tell Lance his feelings because of the Journal incident. Shiro giving Lance longing glances and lingering touches, having long meaningful talks by the lake. Lance having a bashful smile. People just wonder when will they just start dating. That mutual pining.

So this is like ten times longer than i inteneded it to be and also not super great but enjoy some pinning Shance with a sprinkle of miscommunication!

Everyone at camp was getting sick of it. Sick of the ‘innocent’ brushes and ‘accidental’ touches.  Sick of fluttering eyelashes and the longing sighs.  Of Shiro teaching make up tips and sword techiques to Lance because he was a ‘friend’ and for no other reason, the demi-god swore!

It was enough to make a lesser camper puke.  The time the hunters visited they certainly weren’t shy about gagging at the obvious displays of affection. 

And they were obvious, very obvious.  Even Shiro’s fanclub of admirers and (again, not very) secret admirers had to admit the two were head over heels.  And yet neither Lance nor Shiro seemed to have picked up on the mutualness of their pinning.

Lance everyone could understand, Hade’s son had little experience in platonic relationships and none in romantic relationships (no one counted Nyma, and no one wanted to think about why Lance lacked such experience).  So maybe it could be excused that he was clueless.

But Shiro had no excuses.  Takashi Shirogane was literally the son of romantic love, so how in the Hades was he missing Lance’s romantic feelings towards him?  No one knew but everyone was determined to get them to just date already.

“Hey uh, Shiro.”  Lance said, breaking Keith and Shiro’s practice.  “I know you’re doing swords and stuff but would you mind giving me some tips?”  He asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a bright blush.  “In um, in archery.”

“Sure Lance.”  Shiro smiled, giving Keith an apology before leaving the arena.

“Are you kidding me?”  Keith groaned, joined by the others training in his eyerolling.  

“What I’d miss?”  Pidge asked, appearing from no where as she often did (many were convinced she had Athena’s invisability cap).

“Lance just asked Shiro for help with Archery.”  Keith stated.  “Lance.  The only person at camp who can out bow and arrow the fucking huntresses just asked for help!”  He groaned and went to grab a drink, frown still on his face.  

“And Shiro said nothing?”  Pidge frowned.  “Seriously?” 

“Seriously.”  Keith huffed.  “And now I’m down a sparring partner.  Come on.”  He decided, ignoring Pidge’s protests.

“Your eyeliners on point Lance.”  Shiro complimented as he walked past to get his breakfast.  Lance choked on his spoonful, blushing fully red.  

“T-thanks Shiro.”  He stuttered.  “Yours is still better though.”  Shiro gave him another dazzling smile before joining his siblings at their table.  Lance sighed softly, watching Shiro sit down, face still red.

“You should just ask him out already.”  Pidge complimented, watching the son of Hades jump as the sound of her voice.

“Why are you sitting at my dad’s table?”  Lance asked, wanting to avoid the topic.  

“Because we both know I’m the favourite.”  Pidge rolled her eyes.  “Hunk agrees with me that you should ask Shiro to the fireworks.”  Lance looked back to find Hunk’s eyes, giving him a glare that the other pointedly ignored.

“I’m not going to ask Shiro out.  He doesn’t like me back.”  Lance huffed.

“Of course he doesn’t.  That’s why Shiro, son of the godess as vain as she is known to be pretty, complimented you on your make up.”  The younger rolled her eyes.  Lance would never dare say that (as much as he believed it) but Pidge was mortal, the goddess probably hadn’t even noticed.

“He’s just being nice.”  Lance mumbled.  “He’d say it to you, or Hunk or Keith, if you guys wore make up.”

“Uh-huh Lance, keep telling yourself that.”  Pidge rolled her eyes and rose to give her offering to the gods (Lance still wasn’t sure who she prayed to anymore, it had been Athena before Matt had been found but Matt was happily chatting with his siblings just a few tables over).

“Stop.”  Keith sat the moment Shiro walked into his cabin.  “I don’t want to hear it.”  

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”  The elder commented, walking further into the cabin to sit with Keith.

“You’re going to talk about Lance.”  The younger stated.  “About something he did or said or some bullshit about how smitten you are and I’m going to tell you to suck it up and kiss him and you’ll dismiss my advice like always.”

“I only dismiss your bad advice.”  Shiro stated.

“It’s not bad advice.”  Keith agrued.  “What’s the worse that could happen?”

“He could freak out.”  Shiro stated.  “Or only date me because he doesn’t want to ruin our friendship.  Again, might I add considering the journal thing was at least partly my fault.”

“Both of those are bullshit and you know it.  And you can’t keep blaming yourself about the journal.  We all made a bad call, Lance already forgave us all.”  Keith groaned.  “Just ask him out.”

“We were practicing in the arena today, sword fighting.”  Shiro decided, ignoring Keith as he started talking.  The younger groaned but sat down and listened anyway.

“You’re gonna come to the fireworks this year right?”  Hunk asked Lance as they worked Cerberus 1 through the woods.  “I worked really hard on them.”

“’Course I’m coming big guy.”  Lance assured, grinning.  He knew why Hunk was asking though, he rarely went to the event, never wanting to face the other campers.  Now though, things were different.

“Okay, good, and stuff.”  Hunk didn’t seem to relax and Lance was already dreading what was coming next.  “Are you…asking anyone to go with you?”

“Gross man, I love you but not like that.”  Lance instantly joked rather than aknowledging the question.

“Ew.” Hunk agreed, making a face.  “I meant Shiro dude, you know that.”

“I’m not asking Shiro, I’ll just get humilated.”  Lance mumbled after a moment.

“No way, Shiro’s way too nice for that.”  Hunk assured.

“Then I’ll just make everything awkward.”  The son of Hades huffed.  

“That’s not what I meant!”  Hunk stressed.  “Look, how about you ask him as a friend?”  He tried after a moment.  “’Cause like I’m going to be hanging out with Shay so like…”  Hunk trailed off.  Lance sighed.  Camp had gotten really loose with mortals lately.  Zarkon had displaced a good number of them and amoung those were people like Shay, who’d grown up in Zarkon’s camp and knew more about the immortal world than the mortal.  Coran was in the process of finding a way to help them (Lance had heard talk of Pidge’s family maybe starting another camp since they needed mortal lessons but also training, apperently they’d been around demi-gods so much they recked of them) but until then they were staying at camp halfblood. Hunk was probably the only demi-blood thrilled about that.

“Maybe.”  Lance relented, he certainly didn’t want to be a third wheel on their date.

“I’m flattered, really, but I’m sorry.”  Shiro said carefully to the demi-god before him, a daughter of Ares.  She looked up at him with a frown.

“Is it because you’re waiting for Lance?”  She demanded, forceful as all her siblings.  Shiro stuttered a moment.  “He’s got no guts, he’s not going to ask you, so why not?”  

“That’s, uh…”  Shiro stuttered a moment longer before clearly his throat and standing a little straighter.  “I don’t appricate what you’re saying about Lance but it’s, it’s not certainly not because I want him to ask me to go with him.  I just don’t feel the same.”  The girl huffed and stormed off (Shiro got the feeling he’d pay for that in Capture the flag).

From his hiding spot behind a tree Lance was trying not to cry.  For a moment he’d been almost… hopeful.  He was taking Hunk’s advice, to ask Shiro to the fireworks as a friend, when he’d heard the two talking.  Hearing her accuse Shiro of waiting for Lance to ask, well Lance’s heart had soared.  It’d plummeted right back down to Earth (like it was shot be Zeus) when he’d heard Shiro’s response.

Of course Shiro wouldn’t want to go with him, romantically or otherwise.  He was probably only being Lance’s friend because everyone expected him to be.  At the end of the day Lance had still betrayed his trust alot, still hurt him.  He was so stupid to think, for even that second, that Shiro might want him.

“Shiro what the fuck?!”  It was one of the strangest experiences, seeing Hunk angry and swearing, and Shiro had no idea why he it was directed at him.  He frowned lightly, his confusion obvious.

“What’s wrong?”  He asked, turning away from the younger campers whom he’d been intending to teach sword techiques to.

“Why’d you tell Lance you didn’t want to go to the fireworks with him?!”  Hunk demanded.  Shiro’s frown deepened.

“Lance never, Lance never asked me to the fireworks.”  He explained.

“Uh, yeah he did!  He’s currently in his cabin like super upset because he said you said you didn’t want to go with him!”  Hunk agrued.

“But he didn’t ask me?  I wouldn’t’ve said that.”  Shiro frowned.  

“Well Lance heard you say it!”  The shorter huffed.  Shiro thought back before cursing under his breath.

“He must’ve, shit.”  He sighed and ran a hand through his truft.  “Can you handle these guys?  I’ll do talk to him.”

“You better!”  Hunk annouced, watching Shiro rush off before realizing what he’d agreed to.  He turned to the campers.  “Uh… how about we make swords instead of use them?”

“Lance.”  Shiro entered the cabin with a call of it’s only resisdents name.  He watched as the buddle of blankets on one of the bunks got tighter.  Walking over with a sigh.  “Hunk told me what you heard.”

“You don’t have to be here.”  Lance sniffled, voice muffled by the blankets.  “I get it, everyone like expects you to pretend to like me now, as-as a friend, because no one else hates me anymore but like i won’t be mad if you hate me.  I fucked up so bad, I did so many things wrong.”  

“No, nonono Lace that’s not true.”  Shiro assured, sitting on the bed next to Lance’s huddled form and running his hand down the others back (or where assumed Lance’s back to be by the origin of his voice).  “You made some mistakes but you more than made up for those.  You were with us when it mattered.”

“I kept things from you, you had a right to know.”  Lance mumbled.  Shiro bit his lip lightly.

“You had a right to keep those things from me Lance.  You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.”  He sighed.  “I had no right to read your journal like that.”  They were silent a while, Lance wanting to argue but honestly agreeing with that last statement.  it was Shiro that eventually spoke up again.  “Lance, will you watch the fireworks with me?”  He breathed, nervous even now.  He could hear Lance’s breath catch.

“I thought, I thought you didn’t want me to ask you.”  Lance mumbled. 

“Of course I wanted you to ask me.”  Shiro replied.  “I just, didn’t think you would.  So, will you go with me?”

They walked hand in hand to watch the fireworks and when they sat Lance nuzzled his head into Shiro’s shoulder. 

“Fucking finally.”  They heard Keith huff when he walked past.  From where they sat Lance could see Hunk.  He turned back to give them Lance a thumbs up and Lance returned it happily.  Shiro have Hunk a nervous smile at the pointed look he recieved.

Their first kiss was in synch with the biggest of the fireworks, Shiro was the son of romance after all.  Such gestures had to be grand.

And apperently caught on film, according to the flash that caused them both to look towards the Holt siblings, grinning wickedly with two phones directed at them.

“I’m telling Hades~.”  Pidge sang.  Lance’s face went bright red.

“Don’t you dare!”  He shrieked.  Shiro could help by laugh as he watched the demi-god chase his mortal tormentor.  It wasn’t half as funny for him when Matt promised to show Sam.

And thats how i imagine post-zarkon pinning Shance.  Hope you enjoyed man (sorry if you expected a rant i just really wanted to write a Shance fic)

Okay, so I’ve had this idea running around my head for ages: What if Remus accidentally drank a Love Potion? And I finally wrote it, so enjoy!

- The Marauders were sat down in their usual seats in the Great Hall on a normal, boring Tuesday morning.

- James was far too awake for breakfast.

- He was drinking his orange juice and talking about the wonderful day they were going to have ahead.

- Peter was sat across from him.

- He was half a sleep trying to rub the sleep out of his eye’s and had at least three coffees around him.

- Remus was sat on James’ right.

- He leaning his head into his hand, reading the newspaper and idling eating a sausage with his fingers.

- Lily was sat on Remus’ left.

- She was eating her cereal and pointing out interesting thing’s in the paper to him.

- Sirius was sat across from Remus.

- He was doing is best to pretend he wasn’t watching him eat the sausage by over stirring a cup of tea for himself.

- Then Mandy Moores, an air headed Hufflepuff, plopped herself down next to Sirius, disturbing the status quo.

- She started swirled her mousy brown hair around her index finger with a little giggle.

- She wore bright red lipstick, her hair was long and curly - most likely from the amount she twisted it with her fingers - she had bright green eyes and perfectly white, straight teeth.

- She was the innocent girl next door that most guy would love to be with.

- All but Sirius who had been trying to avoid her for months.

- “Good morning, Siri!” She sang making Sirius visibly wince.

- “It’s Sirius, not Siri …” He deadpanned.

- Merlin, he hated that name.

- “Oh,” She giggled uncomfortably, “I’m sorry, Sirius. I didn’t mean to offend. I was just - oh! Silly me.” She faked stumbling over into him so he would catch her.

- Which he did, reluctantly. Damn reflexes.

- “Oh, my. What a klutz!” She laughed heartily and quickly shoved something into her bag.

- “Did you want something, or …?” Sirius pushed her slightly so she wasn’t leaning on him anymore.

- “Oh! I was just wondering, do you want to be my partner in DADA today?”

- “Erm,” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly to try and come up with an excuse not to when his eyes landed on Remus.

- “I’m actually Remus’ partner today, right Moony?”

- “Huh?” He jumped at the distraction from his newspaper, and choked on the sausage he was eating.

- He went red in the face, coughing violently and made a grabby hand for someone to pass him a drink, which Sirius did straight away.

- His own drink.

- “Noo!” Mandy shouted, but Remus had already down the drink.

- “What are you shouting no at?” Sirius furrowed his eyebrows to her.

- “Damn it. I didn’t want him to fall in love with me.” She huffed and crossed her arms annoyed.

- Sirius turned back to Remus to see him looking like his usual self, however instead of leaning on his hand and reading the newspaper, he was in fact staring directly at Sirius.

- “Are you okay, Moons?” He asked concerned.

- “Oh yes. Thank you, Padfoot.” He grinned in a love sick way. “You’re so kind to ask. I love how caring you are”

- “What?” Mandy asked with a completely puzzled face, but she quickly shook her head and turned back to Sirius.

- “Erm, so anyway, Siri, as I was saying before someone decided to choke …” She placed her hand on his shoulder.

- Then felt an extremely hard kick to her shin.

- “Ahh!” she shrieked catching the attention of James, Peter and Lily.

- Remus was positively furious.

- “Don’t. Touch. Sirius. Again.” He growled. “And I believe he told you not to call him Siri. He hates that name. Only someone who truly cares about him would know that.”

- Mandy stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

- “Remus, are you alright?” Lily asked.

- “But … I don’t understand, I did the potion right …” Mandy mumbled under her breath, but Sirius heard it.

- “What potion?” He snapped at her.

- She jumped at the sudden anger in his voice.

- She looked frightened and a little timid.

- “I … erm …” She sheepishly looked around to try and find an escape.

- “What. Potion?!” Sirius glared at her, then turned to see Remus smiling adoringly at him, then his eyes fell onto the cup of tea that he had given Remus.

- It dawned on him.

- “You slipped him a love potion?!” He yelled, jumping to his feet.

- James whipped his head from Sirius to Remus with wide, concerned eyes.

- Lily quickly grabbed the cup and sniffed it.

- “It’s definitely been laced with a love potion. Moore, what the hell? This is illegal!” Lily turned on the girl.

- James started waving his hand in front of Remus’ eyes to try and get his attention but nothing was working.

- His eyes didn’t leave Sirius.

- Peter was still half asleep and was struggling to follow anything that was currently happening.

- “Ew, no! I didn’t try to give Lupin a love potion! I … I was trying to give you one.”

- “You tried to drug me?!” He shouted, catching the attention of most people in the surrounding area.

- She nodded sheepishly.

- “Well, if she did that, then why hasn’t it made him be in love with Moore?” Peter asked, trying to piece together what the hell was happening.

- “I would never be in love with someone like her.” Remus snapped making Mandy scoff. “Besides, I’m already in love!”

- “And who is it you’re in love with, Remus?” Lily child him.

- “Why, with Sirius, of course!” He sighed happily, staring back at Sirius.

- He physically paled and dropped back down into his seat.

- He turned to share a look with James who understood exactly what it meant.

- This is something Sirius had wanted for a long time, but not like this.

- Not against Remus’ will.

- “How could this have happened?” Lily pondered out loud.

- “I don’t know, I did the potion correctly! I used Sirius’ hair and everything!”

- Lily and James groaned and face palmed themselves.

- “You really are an air headed idiot, Moores. You’re not supposed to use their hair, you’re supposed to use your own! No wonder Remus thinks he’s in love with Sirius,” James heavily sighed.

- Then Remus hit James up around the head.

- “Ouch! What the hell, Moony?”

- “This isn’t some potion, James! I love Sirius! I always have!” He cried.

- “Yeah, yeah, you love him, you love him. Merlin, you didn’t need to hit me that hard.” He rubbed his sore head.

- “But, you have to be wrong!” Mandy cried, “Severus helped me make this, he said it had to be Sirius’ hair!”

- “Severus told you that?” Lily rounded on her, then turned to face the Slytherin table to seem them all sniggering.

- “Godric, he really is an arsehole these days.” She tutted and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

- Sirius still hadn’t spoken.

- He was just staring like a deer caught in the headlights at Remus, who was staring back with wonder.

- “We’re going to have to take him to Madam Pomfrey.” He blankly stated.

- “No! You can’t! I’ll get into so much trouble!” Mandy whined.

- “Good! You should get expelled for what you’ve done!” Lily roared, angrily.

- “Come on, Remus,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. “You too, Sirius.”

- Sirius with wide eyes automatically got up and followed Lily, not aware of his surroundings.

- That was until they made it to the corridor and he felt someone take ahold of his hand.

- He stared down to see fingers lace with his own and a hand which fit perfectly there.

- Looking back up, he saw Remus smiling at him sweetly.

- Then he gently leaned in and kissed his cheek.

- “Why do you look so sad, Pads?” He asked, seeming genuinely upset. “Is it me? Did I upset you?”

- “I … No! No, Moons. You didn’t upset me.” He smiled sheepishly.

- “It was that stupid Moore trying to drug me, but accidentally drugging you. I’m so sorry, it’s my fault for giving you that drink. I can’t believe someone would do that.”

- Remus pulled him in for a tight hug.

- “Nothing is your fault, Padfoot. And I promise, no one will ever attempt to hurt you again, because no-one will ever get close enough to hurt the person I love.” He whispered into his ear, and for a moment Sirius believed it and melted into the hug.

- Hesitantly, he pulled out of Remus’ embrace with a sad smile.

- “Come on, Moons, let’s get to Pomfrey.”

- He took ahold of Remus’ hand, allowing himself a few moments of joy, and pulled him toward the stairs.

- Lily silently watched the exchange and felt her heart sink and her eyes well up.

- She knew how much Sirius was head over heels for Remus, and watching him have a taste of what he could have but doesn’t was just heart breaking.

- James and Peter followed them to the hall to see Sirius and Remus halfway up the first flight of stairs and Lily stood there watching them with tears on her cheeks.

- “Lils, are you okay?” James asked with concern. 

- She nodded and quickly wiped her eyes with a breathy chuckle.

- “Yeah, yes, I’m … I’m fine. It’s, it’s silly. Come on, lets get them to the hospital wing.” She whispered and followed them up the stairs.

- “Absolutely despicable behaviour,” Pomfrey muttered to herself as she mixed the potion together.

- “Consent needs to be taught properly to the students if they can willy nilly make love potions and spike each other.” She threw the next lot of ingredients into the caldron.

- “I’ve told Horace to stop teaching students how to make Love Potions, but Noooo, Poppy, the children wouldn’t dare to use it on one another. Pfft. Imbecile. You can be certain Professor Dumbledore will be hearing about this”

- She slammed down the stirring rod and poured the potion into a small vial.

- She turned back to where the Marauders and Lily were sat and walked over to them.

- “Okay, here we go Remus. Just drink this potion for me, there’s a dear.” Pomfrey smiled gently to her favourite patient.

- But he turned his head away from her and to face Sirius.

- “No. I don’t want to.” He sounded like a small child.

- “Come on, Moons.” James begged, taking the potion out of Pomfrey’s hand and physically turned his head back to him, which Remus automatically turned back to Sirius.

- “Why can’t you just go away and let me and Sirius be alone.” He whined and moved off of the bed he was sat on and onto the one Sirius was sitting on.

- He plopped down next to him and nuzzled his nose into his neck.

- Sirius stiffened.

- “If you take the drink, Remus, then you and Sirius can be alone all you want, okay?” Lily gave him a lopsided smile and took the potion from James and held it out to him.

- “It’s okay, guys.” Sirius whispered. “Go to class, I’ll stay with Remus and get him to drink it.”

- “Are you sure, Pads? What if he jumps you?” Peter asked earning a nudge in the ribs from James.

- “He’s not going to jump me, Wormy,” he snapped.

- “It’s Moons.” He whispered the last part looking down at Remus leaning on his shoulder, staring up at him with love.

- “Give us the potion and go.” He sighed.

- Lily passed it over and placed her hand on Sirius’ cheek with a small smile, then walked out with Peter.

- James patted his shoulder on his way out.

- “Good luck, mate.”

- “I’ll give you two some privacy.” Pomfrey, who knew the love Sirius shared for Remus, smiled and walked to the opposite side of the ward.

- Sirius shifted and push Remus up into a sitting position and twisted his body to him.

- “Come on, Moons, please drink this for me.” He held the potion out toward him.

- Remus wrapped his hand around the vial and over Sirius’ hand.

- “On one condition.”

- “What’s that?” Sirius bit his lip.

- “Will you kiss me?” He whispered and lent forward, but Sirius quickly pulled back.

- “Moony. Merlin, you don’t know how much I want to. It’s just, I can’t. Not like this.” He wimped.

- “Do you not love me?” Remus physically sunk in his seat as tears spilt over his eyes.

- “Of course I do! Oh, Remus,” Sirius placed his free hand onto his cheek and caught the tears there. “I do love you, so much.” He whispered.

- “Then why won’t you kiss me?” He whispered back.

- “Because,” his hand ran through Remus’ curly locks making both of their breaths hitch slightly, “I want to kiss you, not under-a-love-potion you. I want it to be real.”

- “It’s not the potion!” He whined but Sirius just let out a breathy laugh.

- “Of course, Moons. So, please prove that to me by drinking this. And if it isn’t the potion, then you can kiss me.”

- “Do you promise?” Remus asked. 

- Sirius couldn’t trust his voice, so he nodded instead.

- Remus brought the vial with both his and Sirius’ hand on it to his lips and down it in one.

- Then threw it down onto the floor letting it smash, and leant in to kiss Sirius.

- But stopped short with wide eyes and pulled back abruptly.

- Sirius felt his heart sink.

- He moved to stand up, but Remus grabbed his hand to stop him.

- He turned to stare at Remus with shocked expression.

- Remus confusion changed into a small smile.

- He placed his free hand onto the side of Sirius’ neck and guided him into a kiss.

- Sirius felt his cheeks heat as he pressed his lips hard against Remus’ to feel if this was real.

- Remus swiped his tongue across the parting of Sirius’ lips and licked his way into Sirius mouth.

- Sirius moaned around the tongue and allowed his to own to toy with it.

- Then he came back to himself and pulled away to catch his breath.

- “Please … please tell me that the potion worked, Remus? You’re not under a love potion right now, are you?” He rushed breathlessly and searched his eyes.

- Remus grinned and shook his head with a chuckle.

- “I’m not under a potion, Sirius. I’ve been dying to do that for so long.”

- “Oh thank god!” He cheered, and smacked his lips back to Remus’ with a giggled and pushed him down onto the bed.


- They sheepishly pulled away, both sporting a bright blush and apologised quietly.

- She sighed and shook her head.

- “Remus, I just need to do a test to see if the love potion has definitely left your system.” She instructed and pulled out her wand.

- Sirius stilled.

- “Wait, there’s a chance it’s not fully gone?!” Sirius turned to Remus with worry in his eyes.

- Godric, what if it wasn’t Remus he was kissing?

- What if he had taken advantage of him?

- He felt physically sick at the thought.

- Pomfrey waved her wand over Remus, but before she could finish the spell, Remus reached over and grabbed Sirius’ hands.

- “Go Hogsmeade with me this weekend? On a real date?” He asked.

- Sirius just nodded and waited for the results.

- “Hmm,” she pursed her lips, “it’s still slightly in your system …”

- Sirius heard white noise after that and dropped Remus’ hand.

- He got off the bed and ran out of the hospital wing.

- He kept running.

- He had no idea where he was going, or why his cheeks were so wet.

- But he had to get away.

- Remus tried to talk to Sirius multiple times during the week, but Sirius always managed to avoid him.

- He felt sick at what had happened and he would not subject Remus to seeing him, the boy who took advantage of him, again.

- James allowed him to sneak into his bed at night to cry over what had happened that horrible day.

- Only he, Sirius and Remus (and to some extent Pomfrey) knew what happened in the hospital wing.

- Saturday came around quickly.

- Sirius made the decision to stay in the dorm on his own to wallow in his self pity.

- He heard his friends leave the room, knowing full well he didn’t want to come.

- He decided after five minutes of staring at the ceiling to go for a shower, so he pulled his curtain back to get up.

- However, when he opened the curtain, Remus was stood there wearing a large coat and a scarf smiling at Sirius.

- “Are you not ready yet? Merlin, that’s not a good start to a date.” He grinned.

- Sirius furrowed his eyebrows.

- “What are you talking about?”

- “You. Me. Hogsmeade. Date. Remember?” He chuckled and sat down next to a confused Sirius.

- “N…no? You weren’t … you when you asked.” He shook his head confused. “You were under a love potion.”

- “Oh, silly, conclusion-jumping Padfoot.” He rolled his eyes playfully and placed his hand on his neck - just like that day.

- Sirius felt his eyes flutter shut painfully at the memory.

- “If you stayed and listened to what Pomfrey said, you would of heard that the slight trace wasn’t strong enough to bring on any un-warrent feelings.”

- Sirius opened his eyes and looked even more puzzled than before.

- He tilted his head like a confused dog making Remus feel even more affection for him.

- “Meaning,” he continued, “that when I asked you on a date, and when we … when we kissed, I was me. I promise you.” He softly smiled.

- It took Sirius a second for it to dawn on him what this meant.

- Then he felt the corners of his lips tug up into a large smile.

- “Do you mean…?”

- “That I am actually in love with you, want to kiss you, and want to go on a date with you? Yes, Pads. That’s what I mean.” He chuckled.

- Sirius dove off from his seat and into Remus’ lap, wrapping his legs around his waist, arms around his neck and clung to him like a koala bear.

- Remus fell backwards with a bark of a laugh as Sirius lifted up to plant kisses all over his face.

- “Do,” kiss to his cheek, “you,” kiss to his temple, “mean,” kiss to his nose, “it?”

- Remus couldn’t help the lovely giggle that bubbled out of him.

- “Every word, Pads.” He grinned.

- “I don’t want to go to Hogsmeade.” Sirius said sternly, staring down into his eyes.

- Remus’ laughter suddenly stopped as he stared back up.

- “Oh. Oh, sorry I … Gods, I feel stupid to assume …” He moved to sit up, but Sirius dead weighted on him to keep him there.

- “Because I was us to stay here, in this bed, and make out until we feel our lips are going to fall off. Because now I have you, Moony, I’m never letting you go.”

- “Oh, thank Godric.” Remus sighed with relief and rolled them over with a yelp from Sirius so he was on top.

- “I believe I can comply with your demands.” He cheekily smirked. “May I kiss you?” 

- He nudged his nose playfully against Sirius’ who grinned back with a nod.

- Then snogged Sirius into the mattress.


Hope you enjoyed.

Princey: Hey Dad, what do you think of these pants? Do they go with my sash?

Morality: They sure do kiddo! But you know where they’d look better?

Princey: *Rolls eyes for the dad joke* Where?

Morality: On Anxiety’s floor!


Morality: :)

Anxiety: Ew, keep your laundry out of my room! *Sticks headphones in and goes to stare melodramatically at the wall while listening to Three Days Grace*

Logic: Why would your pants be left on Anxiety’s floor? Oh! Is this some form of mating ritual?

Princey: *Still in shock, now blushing red enough to match his sash, sinks out*

Morality: Well that didn’t work!

Imagine being Sonny’s cousin and he finds out you and Barba are sleeping together. 

Requested by  runyoucleverboy-andremember123 & anon

Warning: Angst, Angry; Barba, Angry; Sonny

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dear band i like, please stop releasing new songs while im sleeping

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fanboi not fuckboi

to the band i like, i love u but please make your merchs cheaper like duh im not from kardashians fam

chill fam it’s not like it’s the end of a concert

will work for ice cream and band merch

michael and niall should be married and have pizza children


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anonymous asked:

Dearest Sierra, I have enjoyed your tumblr ever since I stumbled upon it about a year ago post-ACOMAF. I appreciate your viewpoints and your talent as a writer. With that being said... my favorite Harry Potter fanfiction is Dramione. I've probably read 100+ Dramione fics. Some are EWE, some shoot off during 6th year, etc. JKR made it clear why she despises Draco. But does that mean I don't love Dramione? No. Continue to write the Moriel that you love. In your hands, it's your story. Yours.

Anon, I want you to know that I may or may not be sobbing at work right now because of this. I woke up this morning and was reading everything everyone has to say about Mor and Moriel and I got really sad because I feel like SJM took something that meant so much away from me and I don’t know how to write it anymore. I don’t know how to love it again. I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out how to write them, but everything I come up with feels wrong now and unwelcome in the fandom. I’m so lost. Everything feels so dark again without them and without the family they were. Sarah took it and made it something gross and distorted and I want it back so badly.

So thank you for this message. It really means a lot that you think there is still a space for me to write and love them. I want that a lot. I am going to give it more time to see if something comes through. For now though I think I am on a break from

fic. Even writing the other ships or the squad as a whole… I don’t know how to do that without Moriel. They were my basis for everything. So more time for now. I am gonna try to figure things out. Thank you for writing me though and reminding me that this story belongs to me (to us) at the end of the day and I can make it what I want, what I need. That means a lot to me. <3

Important pt 2

Originally posted by pepi-junior

REQUESTED: Part 2 to important. Jinyoung becoming a protective father and revealing the news to GOT7

Reader (you) x Park Jinyoung

Genre: FLUFF


Word Count: 923

Note: requested by the lovely @mymisstina. i am sooooo sorry for the long wait. I’m super busy with so many things, it’s hard when you have two freaken test coming up (rip my life). I really hope this is what you wanted and thank you for waiting. happy reading!!

Five and a half months passed as you and Jinyoung started to prepare for the upcoming baby. It was just a few weeks ago that you both discovered the gender of your baby. And Jinyoung was beyond happy to have a little boy to carry the family name. So far, you both surprisingly kept it a secret from GOT7 members and from the media. You planned to have a party in which Jinyoung will reveal to the members and to the media.

There were times where you felt afraid. Mostly because your little boy will be living in the spotlight and known as Jinyoung’s son. Of course, Jinyoung and you had fights about this matter because you both liked to keep things private. But you being married to a man who is famous in Korea is kind of hard to run away from. It was still a matter to consider and a problem you both had to face in the future.

Other than that, Jinyoung has been very fatherly like. For the first few months of pregnancy, Jinyoung was always by your side when you had morning sickness. He always made late night runs to the convenience store because you were craving for ice cream. He even stopped arguing back because he knew that your emotions went wild. You were grateful for a man like him, even though your cranky mood doesn’t really show it.

It was the day where you planned to reveal your pregnancy to GOT7. Jinyoung ordered a blue cake, indicating the baby was a boy, and helped you set up your house for the party. He did most of the work mostly because your were pregnant and that he forced you to rest. Jinyoung never often showed his protectiveness towards you until three months ago. Every thing that seemed hard for you, he’d do it for you. Cooking and cleaning the house? He’ll do it all. He just wanted for you and the baby to be safe.  

“(Y/N), I told you. Let me cook and you get ready for the party.” Jinyoung suddenly barged in the kitchen, interrupting your cooking.

“Jinyoung-ah,” You whined, “I miss cooking though. You cook all the time, why can’t I?”

“Because you have a baby growing inside of you.” Jinyoung said as he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the kitchen.

“That doesn’t make a difference.” You huffed out. “I still can cook.”

“No. Get changed.” He said demandingly. You sighed in defeat as you made your way to the shared bedroom and got ready. The plan was for the boys to arrive and you walking in the living room with your baby bump. Then Jinyoung would reveal the news and hopefully the boys would be delighted.

Sooner or later, you heard the doorbell rang and you heard the loud noises of the boys greeting Jinyoung. Of course, the loudest voice you heard was Youngjae but you couldn’t help but smile. The boys haven’t seen Jinyoung in a while since he was so busy with you.

“Hyung,” You heard Yugyeom say, “Why isn’t (Y/N) home yet?”

“Ah, she’s at work. She’s been busy these days.” Jinyoung lied. It was a lie that you both planned to tell the boys if they asked about you. Jinyoung’s an actor so, he should do well in fooling the boys.

“We never see her anymore.” You heard Jackson whine.

“Is your marriage okay?” Jaebum’s voice said on top of the noise the other boys made.

“(Y/N) and I are fine. I could never be more in love.” Jinyoung stated as you smiled to yourself, feeling your heart leap.

“Ew, let’s please talk about something else.” Bambam interrupted as you heard distinct footsteps walking towards the living room. You looked at the clock and timed five minutes. It was because Jinyoung had to get the boys comfortable in the living room before your sudden appearance. What seemed like hours, you made your way towards the living room and quietly stood behind a wall that shield you from the living room.

“I’ve got something to tell you guys.” Jinyoung finally interrupted the boys, causing the whole room to be silent.   

“It’s about (Y/N) and I.” He said quite sadly.

“No! You can’t divorce (Y/N)!” Jackson blurted out, making you almost burst out laughing. You heard Jinyoung chuckled under his breath as he continued his speech.

“We’ve been hiding something from all of you and today, we like to reveal something.” Jinyoung stated as he paused for a moment to let the boys freak out. All you could hear was yelling and screaming from the boys, telling Jinyoung to spill the beans.

“Look behind you.” Jinyoung said softy. And that was your queue.

As you slowly made your appearance, you saw as all of the boys turned their heads to look at you and your stomach. You watched as all of their eyes widened and their face showing a sign of happiness. Jackson was the one who jumped up first to give you a big hug.

“Ah!” Jinyoung yelled. “Careful!”

You laughed at your husband as all the boys congratulated you and Jinyoung. A few rubbing your stomach and others giving you name ideas for the baby. You felt so relieved and happy that the boys reacted the same way Jinyoung did.

“I’m going to be an uncle!” Yugyeom yelled. You never thought that the boys would be so enthusiastic. It made your heart warm. From then, the night was a long and eventful but you couldn’t be more grateful for the people you have in your life.

anonymous asked:

ughhhhh someone i follow who draws really good art that i love just made a callout post about another artist who draws s/heith and tagged it with pedophilia and justttt. why can't i have nice things without it being ruined

Ew, that’s a shit move. I get why you wouldn’t want to follow someone who does bullshit like that, but at the same time I don’t understand how their art is ruined now. You enjoyed their work before, didn’t you?

I fail to see how their (stupid) move makes their art worse, but this is just my personal opinion. You do whatever you’re comfortable with.

dating suga.

t/n: just a list of things we see happening in a relationship with yoongi.

Originally posted by sosjimin

  • sleeping
  • you want to wake up and get some water but you still end up sleeping
  • or getting pulled back into bed and trapped in yoongi’s arms
  • you’re both so lazy that nothing ever tempts you to get out of bed
  • yoongi nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck
  • one time you felt energetic and you wanted to go to the amusement park but yoongi straight out rejected you
  • “i’m this fair for a reason”
  • he raps to you and asks for your opinion like the shy boy he actually is
  • you tell him you love it and asks him to repeat the verse
  • he’s so in his element when he raps he gets so into it. it’s so intense and you just GOSH
  • he’s so shy and nervous to show you his new works because he’s afraid they aren’t good enough
  • you tell him you’re always anticipating his work and they are always beyond expectations and you just feed him with compliments because he’s just so worthy ???? of them
  • he sees through you like a freaking mind reader
  • he’s always complaining
  • “taehyung stole my stage outfit i had to end up wearing that big ass bomber i thought i was going to die of heat on stage”
  • “but yoongi you’re so small everything looks big on you”
  • tbh he’s a savage
  • “why are your shoulders so wide?”
  • so sometimes you’re a savage to him too
  • “at least i have shoulders, look at you”
  • but it always ends well because it just runs in your blood to be mean to each other
  • dates can be spent in absolute silence but sometimes you just spend hours listening to yoongi talking about his passions
  • a smile just stays on your face throughout because he’s so cute and adorable when he’s hyped about the things he likes
  • he lowkey loves you too much because you’re precious but highkey he’s just
  • he sees you leaving the house with a thin layer of clothing on a cold winter day
  • “you’re going to die of hypothermia”
  • “istg yoongi would it hurt you to say ‘it’s cold outside, put on a jacket i don’t want you to freeze’”
  • “hey yoongi let’s take a picture”
  • he shoves your hand away and refuses to take a photo with you
  • but tbh his gallery is flooded with candid shots of you because he loves you too much and he misses you from time to time
  • “you know i can live without seeing you for a month”
  • “oh really? okay then i’ll see you in a month”
  • but 24 hours later he acts nonchalant and texts you saying you left something at his apartment and asks you to claim it
  • he’s just so soft and gentle around you 
  • you love it so much
  • shy affection from yoongi
  • small gifts and sticky notes left around your house from time to time
  • when you ask him about it he’ll probably deny the whole thing
  • “yoongi, did you leave those sticky notes on my fridge?”
  • “ew, why would i do that. you’re a female version of shrek”
  • “;( u don love me”
  • “i’m jUST KIDDING”
  • he usually doesn’t let people into his studio because he likes to work alone but he lets you in
  • s t u d i o d a t e s
  • tbh, 40% percent of your time together would be in the studio
  • you would just watch him staring at the computer with that glint of passion in his eyes
  • inspirational af
  • he tries really hard to be patient with you when you’re begging for his attention while he’s busy
  • he gives in and lets you sit in his lap while he continues working on his music but you fall asleep because it’s so comfortable 
  • “…y/n? are you dead?”
  • “huh?”
  • he loves playing with your fingers and sometimes your hair for some odd reason????????
  • “you look hot yoongi”
  • but he tries too hard to be suave around you so he’s all like “don’t i always look this hot”
  • tbh no he isn’t as confident as he seems
  • he lets you in on his worries and his thoughts even if they are just minuscule revelations
  • but being able to hear even a little bit of what he’s feeling just leaves you at ease because you’re always worrying about his health
  • he doesn’t say it but he secretly hopes that you’d snuggle up to him every night because it helps him relax and let go of the stress built up from the day’s events
  • he forces you to play basketball even though you hate it
  • he knows you suck so he slips up on purpose all the time to give you a chance to score
  • but you suck so bad you can’t even get the damn orange ball in the hoop
  • “wow you’re really bad at basketball”
  • “i’d like to see you beat me at archery min yoongi”
  • his whole obsession with swag and just him being him
  • he’s just so adorable and he’s so witty and everything he says just cracks you up so bad
  • yoongi getting jealous because you spent time with jimin in the practice room when he was the one who neglected your presence the whole time
  • “don’t be childish yoongi”
  • but he’s so game for the silent treatment
  • he’s just so sweet that you melt 24/7 around him you wonder how you even got this far into the relationship with him
I missed the Cosmic Marvel

you know?

the real one?

the wonder of epic worldspace with interesting characters and species?




the one gets a solo and cosmic tie-in comics?

WITH written well and beautiful illustrations?

Annihilation, Planet Hulk, King of Wars, ect?

the one also invited Dan Abnett & Andy Lanning?



like these?

And nothing like this junk cosmic marvel 3.0?

(Well to be fair, i give credit to Jonathan Hickman, Al Ewing and Jeff Loveness & Ramon Perez for doing amazing work their books than what Marvel does)

(Dan Slott’s Silver Surfer was also okay comic, not the best, but a okay)

you don’t remember?

then why the hell are you follow me for?

So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful. 

After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)

  • “So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
  • Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
  • “Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.”
    Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
  • “Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
  • “They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
  • “The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
  • About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
  • Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?”
    Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.”
    Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
  • To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?”
    And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
  • “This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
  • “Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
  • “Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
  • “Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
  • Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?”
    Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.”
    Viktor: “…I might…”
  • Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.”
    Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.”
    Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
  • “Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
  • “Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
  • Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?”
    Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.”
    Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
  • “Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
  • In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
  • About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
  • “Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
  • About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?”
    “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”

Part 2 (since people requested it)

anonymous asked:

If no one has yet: MarcoAce

Ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

//Honestly, I know nothing abotu Marco. A lot of people love him but I do not understand why. He’s like a bigger Butters from SouthPark LOL. I think that this ship is alright though. Can’t work anymore ‘cause Ace is ded and Marco is… no where to be found.. xD It’s alright

Late into the Night

Summary: When he can’t be there, he does his best to be just a call away.

Originally posted by sugagifs

The phone rang for the third time. On the fourth ring, you were just about to hang up when you heard a click, followed by muffled voices as you heard–

“Noona!” a high-pitched voice greeted you on the other side.

“Hi, Jiminie. How’s it going over there?” You replied, chuckling. Before he could reply, however, you picked up on a faint thump, followed by an–

“Ouch! Hyung, that hurt!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the bickering.

“Min Yoongi. Don’t hit poor Jiminie. All he did was say hi. Apologize to him now,” you demanded, purposefully dropping your register.

From the other side, you heard an annoyed aish, and a quick sorry before someone picked up the phone again. 

“That kid’s been following me around all day long,” your boyfriend complained. 

“Haha. Say hi to the boys for me,” you chirped as you turned around in your bed. Without him in it, it’s a lot more spacious. But with space comes vacancy. All you could do was stare at his Kumamon stuffy as you waited for the shuffling on the other end to stop.

“Okay, I’m in the bathroom,” he whispered. 

The thought of it made you laugh. “The great Min Yoongi, self-proclaimed genius, is hiding in the bathroom?”

“Yah. You know that I only do this for you.”

“Mhm,” you held in a laugh. “What time is it over there?”

“It’s uh…let me check… 7 o’clock. Nighttime. You?”

“2 o’clock. Nighttime. Or early morning, whichever floats your boat,” you replied.

“What? Why’d you call so late?” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You heard a sigh before you continued with, “don’t worry. Everything’s alright. I just had too much coffee in the afternoon, I think.” Another sigh. You chuckled. “Tell me about your day.”

“Mm…The fanmeeting was fun, like it always is. I think I’m running out of ways to dodge the questions about my mixtape though,” he joked. 

“Right,” you sighed dramatically. A hand went up to your forehead, even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “The acclaimed mixtape. Rumour has it, it’s going to be released just in time for Suga to show it to all of the fans’…grandchildren.”

“HEY! I’m working on it. It’s just that none of the tracks are where I’d like them–”

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” you assured him with a smile to your lips. “I’m sure that what you’re making is amazing, if it isn’t already. Just don’t work too hard, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, babe.”

A yawn stretched across your face.

“Go to sleep.”

“No, talk to me more. We’re too busy nowadays. Did I tell you who I ran into on the way to work today?”

“I heard you yawn, sweetheart,” he interjected before you could say any more. “Tell me tomorrow. I’ll call you after the photoshoot.”

“Siiiiiiigggghhhhhhhh. Look at me,” you pointed to yourself. “Lying in this cold, cold bed all alone,” you sighed on cue, as if reciting the lines of a tragic play. Waving your arms, you pointed at the windows. “It’s pouring outside. It’s too late for me to call my friends. My boyfriend, who is very much awake, doesn’t want to talk to me. What did I do to deserve this misery?” You let your arms fall to your sides.

“That’s not going to work on me. For one, I know that you keep the thermostat on very high. So even if you’re lonely, you’re warm and lonely.”

“Sheesh. Why must you know me so well?” You asked, keeping up with your pity party. 

“Most people would like their boyfriend to know them well. And if I do know you as well as you say I do, I also know that you need to leave for work at 6 tomorrow, so good night, sweetheart,” he reasoned.

Fine. Call me in a few hours. Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too,” he responded, making lots of kissy noises.

“Ew. Save your grease for Jimin. I’m sure he’d appreciate it more than me.”

“Aish,” you could see him cringe. “Way to ruin the mood.”

“What mood?”

“Fair enough. I’ll call you, later. Sleep tight for now.”

“Bye. Give a kiss to Jimin for me.”


Min yoongi, you thought to yourself. How dare you hang up on me. Empty threats ran through your head as you listed the ways you were going to retaliate. But revenge can wait, for now, you were going to sleep.

You didn’t notice it before, but talking to Yoongi had made you realize how fatigued you were from running around all day. Closing your eyes, you made a mental note to thank him for always doing his best to pick up. You treasured these talks you had with him, whenever they took place: early in the morning, or late into the night. 

Tord: “Well, Paul and Pat are back now, so I’m guessing I can spill the secret.”

Tord: “Yes, those were memory eraser guns. Matt, Edd, and Tom should currently have the last month of their lives wiped from their minds. Which means that they don’t remember me returning to their house.”

Tord: “But I’m not entirely sure why you’re only mentioning Matt and Edd … Tom should be an amnesiac right now, too.”

Tord: “But still, kudos to those who guessed correctly. It’d been so long since I’ve used these beauties that I’d almost forgotten about them.”

Tord: “But a few weeks ago, when I was looking for some way to get back at the others, it suddenly clicked for me. And I started work on these guns immediately.”

Tord: “These beauties have massively improved since when I left eight years ago.”

Tord: “They have multiple settings that can erase a specific portion of one’s life.”

Tord: “I’m still working on it, though. The jump from one month to a lifetime is rather inconvenient, but it’s hard to find a good middle ground.”

Tord: “Believe it or not, it’s rather hard to find volunteers who are okay with possibly forgetting their entire lives.”

Tord: “But despite all that, I think I’m pretty clever for thinking of this~”

Tord: “Oh, and for the ones asking ‘why’ … Heh, well, you’ll find out soon enough.”

-Mod Matt

A Chair is Not a House

A Klaine AU in which Kurt stays in Ohio until Blaine graduates. These are little snippets of how they navigate New York (and beyond) together, starting from dorms in different schools and finally ending up in their own apartment. 


From Kurt <3: Do you think your room mate likes guys?

Blaine frowns at the random text message, confused and amused at the same time. 

To Kurt <3: Uh… I don’t know. Haven’t spent too much time with him. Why?

From Kurt <3: Because mine definitely does. We could introduce them, make them fall in love and then we could just switch so that they’d live there and we here. 

To Kurt <3: Aww, do you miss me?

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