why no one has done something like this before

Humans are Weird

So, I just thought of my own humans-are-the-weird-ones thing. What if humans were the only race to develop clothing and other things that are used simply to change our appearance. The other races don’t use clothing for protection from their home environments, and use vehicles for exploring non-native environments. Armor exists, but in a non-ornamental way, and generally doesn’t do much to change appearance, or is at least non-individualized. Makeup and nail polish are unknown, though tattoos and piercings are known to be used by some cultures for ranking and identification purposes and are not used ornamentally by any race other than humans. Hairstyles are not unknown, but are all generally for practical (keep it out of the way! I need insulation! I need shade!) reasons.

At first, aliens just think that there are a lot more humans than there really are, that humans that look alike with small differences are just family members, and that humans just naturally tend to be known solely by their family name. (Like, Alien “Ralph” meets Human “Bella Tailor” one day, sees her the next day in a different outfit, and thinks that he/she is meeting a relative of the human he/she met earlier, and that their family name is “BellaTailor.”)

Humans, at first, just thought that aliens were terrible at matching faces and names… and that they were apparently all nudists, but hey, who cares? Different cultures and races and all that, you know.

“Hello, BellaTailor. My name is Ralph. I believe I met your relative the other day. How is she doing?”

“I do not have a sister, Ralph. You must be mistaken.”

“That cannot be! She looks just like you, only more… pink, I believe is the correct color-word… and has your name! You must be relatives! It would be too much of a coincidence for you to not be related!”

“Where… exactly… did you meet my ‘sister’?” 

“Oh! We were on the same shuttle together. I must admit I am surprised; I thought that there was only one human on the ship’s roster.”

“Ralph, I am the human you met there. Remember how we talked about how uncomfortable those one-race-fits-all shuttle seats are?”

“But… no… you are different colors and patterns! This is a terrible joke. I wouldn’t suggest trying it on anyone else.”

“Dude, all I did was change my clothes. It’s not like I’m a whole ‘nother person, despite what commercials and such would have you believe.”


“Right… nudist… um… let me just… show you?”

Bella precedes to take off her top (not like they’ll care, they’re nudist anyway, right? eep, here goes nothing, really hope this is okay). Ralph thinks she means that they’re a race that sheds their skin, though he’s put out and puzzled over how no one mentioned that fact to anyone. After all, shedded skins can really clutter up an area, especially at the rate she seems to shed, though it could explain a few things. Bella, frustrated, puts her top back on, takes Ralph to her quarters, and shows him her clothing (which was still mostly packed due to limited storage space). Ralph finally sort-of understands, but the idea is totally trippy and weird to him.

“What did you think I brought so much luggage for?” 

“Well, I didn’t really want to pry, and your planet is… a bit… cluttered…”

*sigh* “Dude, I can’t… I just… urgh! WHY ME?!?!?!”

After many misunderstandings the aliens are brought to understand that humans can change their appearance in many ways, practically at-will. 

Then the whole issue of “camouflage” comes up. By this point, humans have developed advanced camouflage that automatically mimics the wearer’s surroundings. The other races react in various ways. Some are rather neutral about this discovery. Others are afraid. But many desire to obtain the art and secrets of “camouflage” for themselves. The earth and humans are now at the center of a conflict that borders on war - Intergalactic war. Because we’re the only race to have actually thought of camouflage. Thankfully, the other races begin to catch on before full-blown war is unleashed, but it is a very close thing.

@howtotrainyournana @crossroadsdimension Look! I came up with one! :D YAY for tired-brain-creativity! WHOOO (don’t really feel tired now, but I should be, and I know I will be when I have to wake up in four hours. :/ why does the coffee only seem to work when you actually want/need to sleep?)

Cooking with Pennywise (Headcanon)

Anon Request: Cooking headcanon?

  • Your kitchen will look like a bomb hit it everytime
  • Penny loves to make cupcakes or any kind of cake really
  • He will eat half the icing before it’s finished
  • When it is done, he starts a food fight by smashing something into your face
  • He loves sprinkles
  • “Humans have so many kinds of food.. Why?” *confused look*
  • Drooling into the food
  • Having to tell him not to drool into the food
  • The disgusted face he makes when he starts chewing on all the different vegetables
  • “These are horrible.”
  • Throws vegetables
  • When ever you try to cook steak, he will steal atleast one and eat it raw
  • Raw steak has become his new obsession
  • He ain’t no Gordon Ramsey (..But he’s got the same attitude.)
  • You screaming when you see him reach into the hot oven barehanded
  • He has that maniacal giggle when you freak out over something
  • “Could a human.. Fit in the oven?”
  • You telling him that he is not putting a human in your oven
  • Him taking a interest in the eggs
  • Him breaking the eggs on purpose
  • “Oh, these are fun!”
  • Him actually taking cooking seriously every once in a while
  • The only thing he can really “make” is cereal though
  • Him curiously looking at the red ring that is the hot stove eye
  • You become concerned when you hear sizzling, only to see he’s stuck his hand to it
  • You screaming again
  • He gives you a confused look for screaming
  • He likes to try to cook for you
  • You watch in amusement as he runs around the kitchen trying to prepare everything
  • Angry growls
  • “What’s the point of these cups with the numbers!”
  • Throwing half the cooking utensils around the room
  • He gets side tracked when he finds a box of popcorn in the cabinet
  • His eyes being glued to the microwave as he puts a bag in
  • More drool
  • “Pop, pop, pop!”
  • By the end, he usually has more food on him than he has actually cooked
  • He settles on fixing cereal as usual
Humans are storytellers

(Sorry if this has been done before)
What if humans aren’t the burly space orcs, we are essentially these useless little squishy things that kind of follow the aliens around. The aliens don’t really mind, the humans aren’t stupid and can be useful around the ship so why not? One night planet side they start a bonfire, and the human suggests they tell ghost stories. The aliens go one by one and their stories typically go something like “Xirnith was walking to his abode when he was attacked by a bandit, Xirnith couldn’t defend himself and perished”. All the aliens stories are extremely basic, and just generally shitty. Then it is the humans turn, they weave an epic story that is 20 minutes long. It could be the tell tale heart, or the plot to the ring. The aliens crew mates had never heard such vivid storytelling! They are all scared out of their minds, and later that night the 1.5 ton Rhygorn is too scared to sleep alone and stays in the human’s room. Think about it, storytelling is uniquely human amongst all species on Earth. Other alien species might have the capacity for storytelling but it might not be a core part of their identity like with humans.

Thank you to whoever submitted this, it seems to be coming up as anonymous so I cannot give you credit at this moment!

The stupidest little things make Cas ridiculously happy.

The first time they see a hot air balloon, floating over a small town for no apparent reason. The first time they strip down to their underwear in the middle of summer and jump into a lake. The first time Cas plays a video game. No matter how mundane or normal it seems to Dean, Cas smiles like it’s the most amazing, impossibly wonderful thing that’s ever happened.

Dean finds himself pointing out the little things, finding small ways for them to enjoy life and enjoy each other, just so he can see that smile.

And though he loves it, he can’t help but ask Cas about it one day. They’re driving, and Cas is staring at a faint rainbow in the sky like it’s the first one to ever happen.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“Sure, Cas. But, uh. Why are you so into all this stuff?”

“All what stuff, Dean?”

Dean can feel those blue eyes on him without even looking, probably scrunched up, with his head tilted in that way that Dean has grown to love. “All this normal, human stuff. You’ve been around long enough to have seen and done all this before.”

“Yes, but I haven’t seen or done any of it with you before.”

Dean understands instantly. Cas’ words open up something in him, and when he looks from the road up to the rainbow, it’s a little brighter, a little more colorful than it seemed two minutes ago.

He should probably say something, but he’s never been very good at that.

So he just reaches out and holds Cas’ hand.

And that feels like the most amazing thing of all.

What about the RFA and Unknown and V finding out that MC has a career in the arts (author, artist, actor or something like that?) @saeranlover

Lol it’s been like 5,000 years since I’ve done a request, here you go bbies


  • It was always a lingering thought in Yoosung’s mind
  • The thought always came randomly, but sometimes he swore that he  recognized your voice
  • Like the one time you yelled “Come at me!” at a friend who was teasing you and he just froze for a second to think about why it sounded familiar
  • It wasn’t until one day he was testing out a LOLOL character he’s never played before and she screamed out a line of dialogue before her attack
  • And suddenly he heard your voice behind him perfectly recreate the line
  • He turned around to see you cheekily grinning from your place on the bed
  • But it was wiped off your face soon enough because baby boi just pounced you into a big hug
  • You giggled as he rapidly asked you other things you voice acted in and gawked when he recognized the other characters you’ve voiced in games and cartoons
  • He’ll shyly ask you to reenact his favorite lines or scenes and his inner fanboy will show
  • Yoosung’s never really been into the behind the scenes stuff but he already somewhat was a fan of yours before so he’s basically dating his favorite VA
  • Silly lil’ peanut is gonna ask for your autograph on his merch of the characters you’ve voiced


  • She found out during one of your nights in
  • You were in the kitchen preparing the snacks while Jaehee sorted through the set of musicals the two of you had rented for tonight (you finally convinced her that watching ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’ for the 8th time in a row was a little much)
  • Once that was all said and done, you cuddled up to Jaehee while the movie started as she fed you popcorn
  • Oh crap, you recognized this movie
  • You actually got the part of the main dancer in this film (it was your typical dance batte film)
  • You somewhat never wanted her to find out  that you were an actor/dancer in fear of always being compared to Zen
  • Once your character was introduced, Jaehee’s eyes squinted a little at the screen before gasping and shaking your shoulders
  • “MC, MC, IS THAT YOU?”
  • “U-uhm nooooo…?”
  • “Wait, why would you keep this secret from me?”
  • After explaining your reasoning as to why, she just pulled you into a tight hug
  • “I’d never compare you anyone else, I love you just the way you are, famous or not!”
  • After watching the movie, she put aside the time to scour the internet for every performance you’ve been in and is about to be the proud owner of all your merch
  • jaehee please no that was our grocery money


  • “lolol zen have you seen mc’s latest cover?”
  • “Cover? What’re you talking about?”
  • “the one on her youtube channel???”
  • “…”
  • “you do know what she does for a living, right??”
  • After Seven endlessly mocked Zen for not knowing what his own girlfriend did for a living, Seven graciously provided the link to your Youtube channel
  • Zen then proceeded to spend the next 3 hours of his life going through
  • your entire channel
  • He knew that you liked to sing and sounded like an angel but this
  • This is something extraordinary
  • You actually made a living doing this and he never even knew!
  •  He finally made his way up to your latest cover (which was uploaded about a week ago), and HO L Y  C R A P
  • It was the song he’s practiced at home for months on end for a musical he recently just starred in!
  • When you get home that night, you’re bombarded with compliments and questions (mostly compliments)
  • You explained that you never recorded around him because you were afraid that he might’ve thought you were going to use him for popularity
  • “Babe, I know you would never do that NOW WILL YOU PLEASE DUET WITH ME–”
  • Guess who has the best mashup cover of ‘Butterfly’ now


  • Coming home a few hours early was indeed a rare occurrence for Jumin
  • Usually when he came home, you were instantly there to greet him with a hug and kiss
  • He called your name, but there was no response, just a faint typing sound
  • After hanging his coat on the coat hanger, he began walking towards the noise, his hands already working on loosening his tie
  • “Ah, here you are, my love,” he said upon entering the officeroom
  • “Jumin, you’re home early,” you smiled, letting your husband wrap his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin atop your head
  • “The office had to close early for some renovations,” Jumin explained, “but I’m more interested in what you’re working on.”
  • “I’m working on my next book!”
  • The surprised look on his face made you remember that you never brought it up to him before, but now is as good as time as any to explain
  • Jumin seemed genuinely intrigued as he listened to your explanation on your book series, which was apparently very popular
  • When you finished, he asked if you could lend him the first addition, as he did enjoy reading in his spare time
  • And soon enough, he was hooked
  • He’d have long talks with you over dinner on how he wasn’t expecting a plot twist or how well you wrote your characters
  • Or about how you should hurry and finish the next book because you left him on a cliffhanger


  • He’s known since the background check that you had a job in digital art but he tucked that away in the back of his head because there were too many other things happening at the time (eg the hacker, your sudden appearance, his emotions and job…)
  • It isn’t until one day where he’s been able to work for a few hours straight without you lecturing him about how he should take a break
  • So he got up from his chair, slapped his right leg a few times to wake it up, and ventured outside his office to find you
  • To no surprise, you were huddled inside in the bedroom, but this time with your drawing tablet in hand
  • “Hey Saeyoung,” you tiredly muttered, eyes still glued to the laptop screen
  • His eyes trailed to where you were looking and a look of mock hurt morphed on his face, “MC, how dare you draw a picture of another man!”
  • You stifled a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatic tone, “Zen just asked me to draw some things for his website so I’m–”
  • You should me drawing me instead! Here, I’ll even pose for you!” 
  • You regret even looking behind you, because Saeyoung was already stripping down to his boxers, need I remind you the pair with cat faces on them


  • Usually you were making some sort of noise in the house, but today you were oddly quiet
  • “MC? Where are you?”
  • “I’m in the living room,” you hollered back as he started making his way over, “Be careful not to bump my arm though.”
  • “What’re you doing?” he asked, taking a seat on the floor next to you
  • You explained that you liked paint and used it as a way to make some extra pocket money
  • V was very happy and excited to hear that you had an artistic career just like him
  • You were always delighted to describe the paintings to him, and you always did it with such passion
  • After awhile, he started to miss photography and he so badly wanted to see your work for himself
  • So he decided to get the eye surgery
  • Once he did, he was shocked at how much he can see your heart poured onto the canvas
  • You often went out into nature together and sit there together for hours to photograph/paint and enjoy one another’s company
  • You also loved painting some of V’s older photographs and he loved it and every single one is framed in the house
  • #artsycouple
  • The day you painted a picture of the sun and gave it to him, he cried


  • The first time Saeran ever walked into your room, his eyes immediately darted to the big, colorful collection of sticky note pads on your desk
  • He picked one up, noting that every one had a slightly different drawing than the others, “What’re these for?”
  • “Oh, I’m an animator! I like to use these sticky notes when I’m bored.”
  • He never got to watch cartoons as a child so this was all new to him
  • Watching you peacefully work is very, very soothing to him, to just watch the lines fill with color so smoothly
  • You even let him have some of your already drawn-on sticky note pads and he likes to flip through them when he’s nervous or needs to calm down when something’s bothering him
  • His favorite is the one you made for him where it goes “I love you, Saeran!” with a cute little doodle of a cartoony-looking you kissing his cheek on it
  • As mentioned before, he never got to watch cartoons or movies as a kid and he’s willing to watch the ones you’ve worked on
  • It always amazes him that you made what was on the screen and he loves it (he’s never said it out loud but it shows on his face)
  • He really enjoys the ones that are story-based rather than the nonsense slapstick ones (which is what Saeyoung enjoys, much to his dismay)
  • Seeing the childlike innocence in his eyes is heartwarming and you wouldn’t trade it for the world 
My Fake Boyfriend Part 11 (Final Part)

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3571

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a little of smut.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best.

You are so happy, you can’t believe that today you are finally going to sleep on your own bed. “You know, I really like to see you wearing my clothes.” You smile at Bucky’s words as he hugs you from behind.

“I like to wear them, they smell like you.” You are wearing a pair of leggings and one of his sweaters. It’s so big and comfortable. “You can keep it if you want, it looks really good on you.” You turn around kissing him on the lips. “You are going to regret this, in a couple months you are not going to have any more clothes to wear.” You say playful, taking his hair out of his forehead.

“I don’t mind, I can always steal them back and this way they are gonna smell like you.” He is so sweet, you can’t believe how kind and precious Bucky Barnes can be, especially after everything he has been through.

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the-wonderlust-traveler  asked:

Can you please do a mermaid taehyung? I loved your namjoon one!!!

find others: hoseok | namjoon 

  • a male siren/triton who had the ability to hypnotize with his voice
  • and like female sirens, it is his song that lures people toward him. the deep tenor of his voice makes it impossible to not hear and the uniqueness of it is supposed to cast a sort of hypnotic spell on someone
  • unlike a siren, taehyung has no interest in hurting the people he lures - he mostly does it for fun and out of boredom
  • singing in order to get humans to come close to his lake, so he can gaze upon them, maybe every now and then steal trinket 
  • and then break the hypnosis just in time to hide back beneath the water and leave the human confused on land
  • his hair is long, worn in a low hanging ponytail that cascades down his back 
  • his tail is hues of purple rimmed with gold and he wears multiple gold earrings to match. his teeth are just a slight bit sharper than a normal mermaids and so are his nails
  • that one of the other sirens painted for him 
  • interestingly, taehyung has golden markings on his body that resemble something like tattoos - they’re passed down through the linage of male sirens and if you run your hand over them it’s said to have a ‘stimulating’ effect
  • and taehyung claims he’s never tried it on a human before,,,,,but for some reason no one believes him LOL
  • like most sirens, his voice can lure anyone - literally anyone
  • so if taehyung sets his sights on you - you’re done for
  • which is why when you set up your camp beside the lake where he resides
  • and taehyung, who spies from the depth of the water, his dark eyes and the top of his head seen peeking from the ridge of the lake 
  • sees this cute, overly enthusiastic about spending the night in the woods human he decides that he wants a closer look
  • plus the necklace you’re wearing from far away intrigues him 
  • so, slowly but surely, he rises from the water 
  • the deep, alluring voice of his hums at first and then the lyrics passed on through generations of sirens echos through the trees and the lake
  • but,,,,,,,,unlike most other humans who by this point are frozen - shocked by the sound
  • you keep,,,,,,,,,,going on your merry way. pitching your tent and fussing over starting a fire
  • confused, taehyung dives down and swims closer to your part of the lake
  • he emerges again, humming and singing louder but it’s like
  • you can’t hear it - at all
  • stopping himself, taehyung tries to size you up - you’re definitely a human. i mean you have two legs so you’re not a mermaid
  • but how,,,,how are you avoiding his song???
  • disgruntled, taehyung swims even closer
  • to the point where his hands are pushing apart the grass and moss that grows at the edge of the land
  • but nothing - his song does nothing
  • “what kind of human is this?”
  • he says aloud, forgetting that if you break song - speaking can be heard by anyone
  • with a shout, you turn and grab your frying pan from your backpack
  • falling on your butt, you clutch the pan and point it toward the lake “whose there??”
  • you demand, moving the pan a bit to see the upper body of a handsome boy
  • “w-what are you doing in there???”
  • shit, taehyung thinks before cracking a small smile and perching his arm under his chin
  • “im swimming, my camp is set up on the otherside so i thought id come over-”
  • “the otherside of the lake is four miles away,,,,,,,,did you really swim four miles. are you on the national olympic team??”
  • taehyung has to bite back a smirk, oh so you have some sense in you
  • “fine, i didn’t swim, but if i told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me~”
  • he teases, looking at you expectingly
  • you clutch the frying pan and go “try me”
  • “im a siren, see?”
  • he swims back a little, just to dive head first - his tail coming up out of the water and leaving you with your mouth hanging open
  • “o-oh my god”
  • taehyung shrugs, “it’s a gift”
  • “so you actually could have swam four miles”
  • “that’s nothing to a siren.”
  • you set your frying pan down,,,,considering asking this guy if he’d like to catch some of his fish brethren for your dinner, but deciding that’s rude you go
  • “if you’re a siren, do you have a song?”
  • taehyung’s shoulders stiffen,,,,,,,he does have a song - but it doesn’t freaking work on you
  • “i ,,,, do. but i don’t want to put you in a hypnotic state or anything so-”
  • “let’s hear it.”
  • you show no sign of fear, smiling at taehyung and crossing your legs as you wait
  • taehyung clears his throat,,,,,,,and decides it’d be more embarrassing if he didn’t even try 
  • but when he starts to sing,,,,he notices that you don’t move an inch. after a while you frown and go “you’re moving your mouth- but i can’t hear anything.”
  • “i know, i tried before but- i mean,,,”
  • your eyes widen
  • “did you try to use your song on me before???? and it didnT WORK??”
  • taehyung feels like disappearing into the water, but he’s never met a human like you before so he can’t just leave
  • so admitting defeat he nods, mumbling something about wanting to get closer to you but that the song just didn’t seem to have any affect
  • “maybe you’re not really a siren-”
  • “HEY” taehyung crosses his arms before pointing to the golden markings running up his ribs and down his shoulder blades 
  • “no other mermaid species has these, they’re for sirens only. im sure humans have written about it or something.”
  • “i should google it” you say thoughtfully and taehyung raises an eyebrow “what is a google?”
  • you stifle a chuckle and say it’s nothing
  • “listen, im going to camp near the lake for a coupe of days. can you make sure your siren friends don’t try to hypnotize me either?”
  • “i don’t think their songs will work either, but no worries. they know you’re my human.”
  • you stop, “what does that mean? im you’re human?”
  • taehyung clicks his tongue and tilts his head, his ponytail swishes behind him and he explains that if a siren picks a human, other sirens aren’t allowed to hypnotize them
  • “so - do you guys like eat the people you hypnotize?”
  • “no, for the most part it’s just to seduce and plunder”
  • you nod,,,,,,but then smirk, “so, do you only seduce cute humans? do you think im cute?”
  • taehyung is taken back by the straight forwardness of your question, to be honest he’s never talked to a human before, just sort of got them to get near the edge so he could see and then vanished after breaking the spell
  • but if humans are like you,,,,,then taehyung regrets it - you’re quite fun
  • “of course i think you’re cute, i have the best taste out of all the sirens.”
  • you laugh, “im flattered. you’re also cute mr. siren”
  • “taehyung, and im not cute - im handsome”
  • his wink makes you break out into a fit of laughter which taehyung pouts about, splashing some of the water from the lake on you 
  • “fine, fine you’re handsome. but also it’s getting dark and i need to get to bed so - see you some other time taehyung.”
  • watching you get up to walk back to your camp, taehyung wonders if all humans are like you - or are you just special
  • when he returns home, he swims to an elder sirens house where he asks curiously - can humans be immune to a sirens song
  • the elder almost chokes, because no no no that would mean that the human is the soulmate of the siren and everyone knows that isn’t possible
  • the image of you flashes in taehyung’s head and he thinks, maybe it’s not impossible,,,,,,,,maybe there are humans out there who can hypnotize sirens,,,,,,,,,maybe you’re one of them 
find our way

Summary: For every hundred reasons for him to leave, there’ll always be that one reason for him to stay: you.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Light Angst; Skater Boy AU
Word Count: 16,230
Author’s Note: My blog turns one-years-old today and I’m just glad that I managed to finish this on time.
+ @neoworks for being someone i could bounce my ideas off! 


Park Jimin doesn’t know what it means to stay. At least, he hasn’t known since he turned eighteen and realized that there is a world that lies beyond the little bubble of his hometown that he’s spent way too long occupying. As soon as he figured out that freedom is not just some intangible concept, that freedom is achievable and something that he craved more deeply than a desire to remain rooted, he had packed up his belongings and left. He didn’t even think twice about it, for there was nothing keeping him around in the suburban landscape—a few close friends, sure, but hardly a family. There are faces and names, but it just serves as a reminder than his life has lacked so many things because of them.

All of those things were fine with him, serving as one of the main reasons why he didn’t bat an eye to applying to the universities hundreds of miles away, why he didn’t stick around for the goodbyes as he committed to the first university to accept him, why he just loaded his car and drove off without looking back.

It’s been nearly three years since that evening, since he packed his trunk in the middle of the night and drove until the sun crept over the horizon; three years since he left a house that’s never been a home, yet he doesn’t regret a single moment of that. There’s a certain joy that comes with solitude, in stepping onto a train and not knowing what the destination entailed, of not knowing what stop to get off of, of knowing that no matter how far he goes or how long he disappears there will be no one waiting for him.

Well, almost no one waiting for him.

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A Word on Sam...

I got an ask recently that really got me thinking about some of the issues I have with how the phandom views one character in particular- Sam Manson. Because while it’s perfectly valid to critique her as a character or even dislike her, this trend of bashing Sam reflects a deeper issue with hypocrisy in how we evaluate certain characters. Buckle up, this is going to be a long post.

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Better For Me (Part Two)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 3011

Chapter Notes: Bucky apologises to Y/N but being the self centred prick he is, he makes her snap, making her push him to his breaking point. Does she really think he won’t go down until he’s pushed her to her breaking point?

A/N: The start is pretty filler-ish, all the nice stuff is near the end <3


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Spoilers for GotG 2)

So after wondering how news travel in the galaxy, thinking if they have some sort of TV or modern newspapers that come with videos attached or something…

I ended up wondering if Stakar, whom I still think didn’t know about Peter and that Yondu had saved one child, would end up hearing about the Guardians more and more often after Yondu’s death – and then, one day, it finally clicks.

Because I still headcanon that Peter, somehow, in some way, would insist to honor his found and lost Daddy in a way, and perhaps take up his name.

Peter Quill-Udonta, how does that sound to you guys?

So after weeks, months have passed and the initial shock and hurt has passed, Stakar finds himself more and more with news from the so called “Guardians of the Galaxy” – a silly name, and he finds himself wondering why those were the people who called him to tell him about Yondu’s death and the funeral he deserved so much. What group is that, and how was Yondu – no guardian at all, not in any sense of the word, at least to Stakar – involved with them?

So fleeting interest becomes something more, and Stakar ends up actively looking for news about those Guardians. And there is much to be found – saving a planet from a swarm of monsters, breaking a few laws to help out a suppressed tribe on another planet and end a civil war, busting a Kree troupe’s ship and freeing a bunch of slaves…

Something eerily familiar seems to blink up a few times when Stakar looks at the colorful group shots with those Guardians – one of the guys has a fin very, very similar to Yondu’s, and that rat-like creature holds Yondu’s former arrow in his paws on more photos than not… and there’s that other one, the leader it seems, a young Xandarian… Terran? Something like that…

Stakar finds himself staring at the kid, something in that smile and the way he tilts his head, something in those eyes… it’s familiar, achingly so, as if he’s looking at blurry picture of a younger Yondu. Not the same, but similar enough to make it ache again.

He goes looking for information, but there is not much to be found about the boy. Criminal record had been cleared, but some digging brings up that the young man didn’t even have much of a record – not for someone like Stakar, at least. Peter Quill has been titled a Ravager, so Yondu had taken him in, but even with that knowledge, the itch stays. There is something more, something he can’t quite grasp.

It’s not until one day, when he watches an interview with the Guardians (and isn’t it funny, that he actively stays still to watch something like that, he has never done so before, even Martinex looks at him funny) that he understands.

It’s not even interesting, not really, until…

“..Star Lord, why exactly did you decide to change your name?”

That catches Stakar’s full interest, and he drops the act of pretending to be engrossed with planning a new route for them, looking towards the screen fully.

Star Lord – Peter – smiles a bit strained, hand reaching out seemingly unconsciously and being caught in the green hand of the woman next to him. Just everyone in the group seems to move just a breath closer, the Xandarian’s hand resting on his Capt’n’s shoulder, the little floral colossus pressing against his cheek. “Yeah, well, that was… a bit of a spontaneous reaction to a few events. Yeah.”

“Any chance you are going to tell us about those events?”

“As much as I would love to – I think that would take up all the screen time here. Long story.”

“Well, then, a summary, perhaps?”

“Let’s say I finally got to see what was directly in front of my nose the whole time. And… just something to remember my Dad by.”

“He must have been something very important to you, if you decide to take up his name!”

“… That he was. Really.”

“Thank you for being so honest with us, Peter.”

“No problem.”

“And remember, you heard it here first, people – the Captain of our beloved Guardians will from now on be known as “Peter Quill-Udonta” across the galaxy… although I think he does prefer the name “Star Lord”?”

“Honestly, by now, I’m more than fine with both…”

The rest of their empty words is lost on Stakar. A sudden dizziness washes over him, blood roaring in his ears as the name repeats itself in his memory.


A Terran on a Ravagers ship, a young Terran at that, taking up Yondu’s name…

“Are you gonna listen to what I gotta say?!”

“I don’t gotta listen to nothing, you betrayed the code. Ravagers don’t deal in kids!”

There had been something… Something Yondu had wanted to tell him. Something about the children…

And Stakar stares at the screen, sees Peter Quill, sees the boy throw his head back in laughter at something the woman next to him had whispered to him, and it clicks as Stakar is once again painfully reminded of Yondu’s laugh.

Yondu hadn’t sacrificed himself to save the galaxy from a crazy planet.

He had sacrificed himself to save his son. The one child he had not dealt with, but protected all those years.

And if Stakar had been proud of Yondu before, than he was beyond proud now.

He smiles through the sting in his eyes and the guilt and pride washing over him, and saves the video playing on the screen still. He needs to keep this piece.

I’m sorry, Yondu. I didn’t listen.

Peter’s grin is frozen on the screen as Stakar’s hands fly over the buttons to save it and replay it.

But you did pretty well without me, you stubborn old git.

Stakar pauses, taking in the bright young man before him once more, before smiling ruefully.

You did pretty well with that boy of yours.

demon richie and angel eddie headcanons

as discussed with @i-am-never-getting-my-life-back(ily boo)

  • eddie is a fallen angel but demon richie doesnt know
  • eddie tries desperately to hold onto his innocence and purity despite being a fallen angel
  • angel eddie and demon richie always bickering
  • one day eddie gets heated about something and he is ranting and accidentally lets it slip that hes fallen and he gets upset about it
  • richie starts to tease him, “you can join me down in hell, eds!” but he can tell eddie is highkey upset about it and richie may be a demon but he knows whats taking it too far
  • eddie is upset and saying how he lost everything and richie throws something down (a pitchfork? kinda cliche but i cant think of anything else) and smashes it and says “there now i cant go back to hell, either. you have me, eds.”
  • eddie stares at him for a moment before hitting him and yelling “you dumbass why would you do something so STUPID like that?!” but he has tears in his eyes because no one has ever done something like that for him
  • richie flirting endlessly with eddie and eddie starts to like it but it has him SHOOK because richie is a demon he cant have a crush on a demon
  • richie starting to rub off on eddie

please feel free to add

darling. 1,6k 12x12 coda. the aftermath. [ao3]

listened to this song on repeat while I wrote this

Mary stays behind for one reason or another, an excuse slipping off her tongue easily. None of the guys had really been paying attention at the time. Still, it makes it easier for Cas to climb into the back of the impala and just sleep. Not that he needs it, per se. It’s just something about being on the edge of death that wears an angel out and makes him want to crave sleep more than before.

They pull up in the garage at nearly one in the morning the next day, after Dean had driven the entire way with not a word from him. In some ways, it was the most awkward car ride that Sam had ever been part of. At the same time, he didn’t know what to say either. What do you do about someone who was nearly dead and then suddenly wasn’t? Congratulate them? Offer condolences? It’s complicated, just as the rest of their lives are.

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Dubsmash Wars

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Request: hey Grant Gustin one shot? Where you and him have a dubsmash war (like the one the Marvel actors did and you both post them on Twitter and all the fans ship it and then you end it with a really cute one of both of you and everyone just really loves you together?

Notes: I’ve never experienced what the logistics of Dubsmash are so some of the technical things might be wrong. Otherwise I hope this was kind of what you were looking for, there are only a few ‘dubsmashes’ because otherwise this would be super long hahah. Hope you enjoy!

Y/F/N is “Your friend’s name”

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anonymous asked:

Riley wants to ask Farkle to the Sadie Hawkins dance, but another girl beats her to it.

//Thanks for the request Anon!! I really love the ideas I’m getting here. Thanks to everyone who has sent one//

Riley stood by her locker twirling a pink flower in her hands. This was silly. Why was she holding a flower? She put it back in her locker. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She should be able to just go up to him and ask.

Than again…guys would always make a big deal out of it. Flowers, balloons, large neon colored posters. Why couldn’t guys get something like that done for them too? She took the flower once again. 

With a deep breath, she closed her locker and began to walk. She didn’t get very far before she returned to her locker. She couldn’t do this. What if he said no? 

But she needed to ask him. He was the only one she wanted to ask. She liked him. Like really liked him. 

She couldn’t believe that all this time she had missed it. She had been searching for her prince for so long without realizing he may have been there in front of her the whole time. 

If you asked her, she couldn’t point out exactly when she started to like him. It kind of just happened. Maybe she had always liked him. 

She thought about his smile. His sweet quirky smile that made her want to break out a smile too. She really liked that smile. She also liked his eyes and the way they lit up when he got really excited. She liked how silly and spontaneous he was. He always made her laugh without making much effort. Most importantly he was always there and she knew she could come to him about anything. 

Farkle. One of her best friends whom she cared about so much. Somewhere along the way of their growing friendship…she ended up liking him. If only he liked her back. 

Sure, he claimed to be in love with her since the first grade, but that couldn’t still be true. Could it? 

They’ve grown up. Things change when you grow up. Besides, he dated Smackle. And even though that relationship was over that didn’t mean he would go right back to loving Riley. 

She hinted a few times that she would ask him. Subtly, by asking if he already had a date. Hmm. Maybe that was too subtle. 

She really wanted to go to the dance with him. She didn’t know where this was going to go if he said yes. She didn’t expect much. But if something did happen she was sure it was going to be beautiful. 

Once again she took a deep breath. She began walking towards classroom 239. That’s where he was after school on Wednesdays. In his science club. She smiled thinking about that. He loved that club. 

As she reached the classroom she caught a glimpse of him through the door’s window. She would have entered the door right then if she hadn’t noticed the girl standing next to him. Standing too close next to him. Riley knew her. She was Alice, the president of the astronomy club. What was she doing here? Alice had her elbow on his shoulder as she went on about something she had discovered. Riley looked at Farkle who was smiling right back at the girl. Riley did her best to keep hidden, but she couldn’t walk away. If she did she would never ask him. She would just wait until he and Alice finished talking. 

Alice pointed to the microscope. “Here. I brought a sample of it with me.” She placed a slide under the microscope and played around with the knobs then stepped aside. “There take a look at it.” 

Farkle stepped up to the microscope and looked through the lens. “Would you go to the dance with me?” He read. Farkle lifted his head up from the microscope and gave Alice a confused expression. She was smiling at him. “So…would you?”

That was a good move…Riley thought to herself as her heart sank. She didn’t wait around to hear Farkle’s answer. It was too late for her. She put the flower in her backpack and headed home. 


“Hey Riley!” Farkle said walking up to the brunette doing homework at the counter in Topanga’s. 

“Hi Farkle.” Riley didn’t look up and continued doing her work. 

“You didn’t stop by the science club today. You said you would.” Farkle stated. 

Riley still didn’t look up. “I-uh I did. I came in too late… I mean it was getting late.” 

“I saw you talking with a girl. Didn’t want to interrupt.” She looked up and forced a smile. “So you got a date?” She playfully added. 

Farkle looked down and shook his head. “I said no.”

Riley put down her pencil. “Farkle! A girl asked you and said no! Why would you do that? She looked like she really liked you.”

“I told her I was waiting for someone else to ask me.” 

Riley felt butterflies take control of her stomach. “You’re waiting for another girl to ask you?”



“I don’t know.” He shrugged and pressed his lips together. His knee was bouncing up and down nervously. “Do you have something to ask me?”

Riley bit her lip before pulling out the flower she had placed in her bag earlier. “It’s not as great as they way Alice did it but-” He words faltered. 

She twirled the flower. “Would you go with me- to the Sadie Hawkins?”



“Yes. I’d love to.” 

I see a lot of writing tips and I post a lot of writing tips but I feel like I’ve been forgetting the most important one: you’ve gotta learn to trust yourself.

And I don’t mean that in sort of “uwu have faith in yourself! You can do it!!” kind of way. I’m not here to repeat empty affirmations–I’m saying you’ve consumed a lot of media over the years. You know what you like and what you don’t like. You have good taste. 

But if you’re like me, all that certainty goes out the window when you’re writing your own stuff. “Will the readers like that?” you think. “This is too weird. It’s unrelatable. Nobody else’s story looks like this–I must be doing something wrong.”

“This is silly,” you tell yourself. “Why do I even bother?”

And when you start doubting yourself like that, that’s the moment you stop creating. You get blocked and stressed and it gets all too easy to fall back on cliches and stereotypes. You start stripping away the things that make the story uniquely yours in order to make it look more like everyone else’s. 

Which is infinitely sad. 

You’ve lived a life no one else has seen, and you have ideas that nobody else in the world could think of. Even if the story has been ‘done’ before, there’s nobody else who can tell it like you. You can start with the most ‘cliche’ idea ever, but if you come at it with any measure of emotional honesty, it’ll still be new–because it’s being told by you. 

I just finished a draft of a book that’s probably the most painful thing I’ve written so far. It’s way out of my comfort zone, and I had to explore aspects of myself I prefer not to think about. I did a lot of second guessing, and a good bit of whimpering facedown on the floor because writing is scary and hard. 

And rereading the draft now, the absolute best parts are the bits where I gave up on convention and I wrote what I wanted exactly the way I wanted to write it. Yeah, it’s kinda silly and kinda dumb and kinda just a big load on nonsense–but it’s MY nonsense. If people like it, great. Wonderful. If they don’t like it, well–reading is a subjective experience, and maybe my work just isn’t for them. That’s okay. 

Be you. Be honestly, genuinely you. It’s a scary, vulnerable position to put yourself in, but… Even if you’re one in a million, there are 7,000 people just like you–and that’s 7,000 people who will read your work and go “this writer gets me.”

Write it for them. Write it for you. Create shamelessly. Learning to write is only half learning the craft–the other half is learning to trust in the value of the things you have to say.

Class 1-A Tumblrs

Midoriya: All Might blogger, ultimate hero fandom blogger, reblogs positive posts, makes good gifs of All Might as his reactions, he’s the one you go to if you wanna know more about a hero (he has a side blog dedicated to finding hero stuff for cheap), over all a very positive blog with a few very dedicated followers

Bakugou: A N G R Y blogger who gives out actual good advice but regularly does it in a more than abusive and patronizing tone. He’s the reason the YFIP was created. Reblogs hero posts and only communicates in capslocks and key smashes. Has blocked more people than he has followers. He never changes his content but he does tag triggers without a shitty comment.

Ochako: would be a pastel space aesthetic blogger if she didn’t make the colors so bold and positivity blogger who regularly posts about ways to save money and live on the cheap. Regularly gets asks about how someone was feeling bad until the found her blog (she always replies with pictures of baby animals)

Tsuyu: Memes. Memes everywhere. You cannot escape these genuinely funny and good memes but why would you want to. Shitposts about adulting but still manages to give good advice. Her most popular post is a vine with her riding a unicycle and croaking “oh shit whaddup” in her most deadpanned voice

Kirishima: Fitness blogger who’s linked to his Instagram. He memes occasionally, but badly, although he’s got a few posts over a hundred notes. He always refers to his biceps as “the gun show” and no matter how many times Bakugou capslocks about not calling them that he never listens (he can neither confirm nor deny that he says this just for those keys mash moments). Retro Crimson Riot aesthetics.

Iida: study aesthetics and school advice that’s too complicated to actually follow. Has a good handwriting aesthetic because of how neat it is. Always reblogs posts concerning patience and good morals (regularly reblogs Bakugou’s angry key smashes and tries to calm him down with three paragraphs and a hands up emoji). ALWAYS reblogs Ingenium posts with his own add ons (he and Midoriya have had some posts nearly thirty reblogs long over how cool Ingenium is). Has a queue going until next year.

Kaminari: Unironic bad fashion aesthetics like neon leopard print Nikes and Pokemon art. Shitposts and memes but nothing spectacular. Has a Selfie Saturday where he posts like five selfies and then repeatedly refreshes to see how many notes they get. (Has a side blog dedicated to quotes and literary reviews and aesthetics)

Mineta: 18+ blogger all under aged followers will be blocked (he never fucking checks). Not even good porn it’s all boring or nasty no in between

Todoroki: slightly emo hipster blogger who posts a lot of “under the cut” personal rants and always gets genuinely shocked when people ask if he’s alright. Light memes but only the ones he finds funny (so once in a blue moon). Makes city aesthetics and only ever posts selfies that aren’t his face

Tokoyami: E M O A E S T H E T I C S and unironically has a Gemsona. Always gets asked if he’s a furry and he always replies that this person is testing the black waters of his hatred. Dark fashion blogger who has never posted a color that wasn’t black, red, or emerald. Reblogs Addams Family posts with #lifegoals. Thinks Tim Burton and Quentin Tarantino are the only true artists among Hollywood directors.

Yaoyorozu: study aesthetics and science blogger, she IS the science side of Tumblr. Magazine article links every single day. She doesn’t understand what a meme is and at this point has stopped trying, but she does reblog puns. She and Iida make up half the study aesthetics page. A good body positivity blog TBH. Keeps a posting schedule religiously.

Ashido: body positivity, fashion and make up blog, her positivity posts don’t make sense half the time because of all the emojis and bad spelling but her energy always comes through her posts. She posts wear to find cute, trendy and fashionable stuff for cheap budgets. Her aesthetics include runway pics and selfies taken with friends as well as her own personal selfies with her favorite outfits.

Jirou: music blogger, band blogger, playlist maker, she is 100% music with occasional videos of her playing her bass to popular songs as well as music videos from her fave bands all the time. Has a side blog dedicated to girly aesthetics and baby animals. Uses this blog to vague about Kaminari.

Kouda: that one baby animals blogger that is pure and sweet and when sent a dirty message doesn’t get it but says thanks anyways???? (Has learned to stop looking up things that don’t make sense to him because that’s what he learned what shot gunning was). Posts about how to care for your animals and is always happy to help in anyways he can so he consistently reblogs donation posts. Makes cute little doodle cartoons about animals.

Aoyama: shiny aesthetics blogger and that one gif maker everyone with a seizure disorder has learned to block. Positivity posts aren’t so much about believing in yourself as much as loving yourself like Aoyama loves himself. Multilingual blogger and has whole posts and conversations in French. Has a “Lights in Paris” post that reached over a thousand notes that’s just a photoshop edit of him arching over the Eiffel Tower with his belly button laser

Satou: food blogger who posts barely three times a week and only breaks this when he’s lifting when he suddenly becomes a fitness blog for a day and then goes back to food. Has a side blog for memes and shitposts he forgot about in 2010.

Hagakure: that one person who always makes amazing aesthetics of her surroundings and those “don’t forget I love you~ <3” posts with no less than a dozen emojis. A classy memer who has a special love for Thomas Sanders. She posts great but random shots. Nobody knows why. She’s never told her followers that they’re her selfies.

Shouji: weird animal blogger like of the cuttlefish and squid. He memes and barely looks at a blog before he follows them so he’s following seven thousand blogs and only unfollows when they’ve done or said something he just cannot agree with. He posts a lot about body positivity but never posted a selfie of himself. For some reason it’s not uncommon for his to post about hair even though he consistently says he would never do that to his own hair. Has a side blog dedicated to fandoms. Went through a really weird Homestuck phase but still in his Steven Universe phase.

Ojirou: martial arts blogger whose entire blog is overall a very nice and ordinary aesthetics blog about nature and inspiration posts with martial artist quotes under their pictures. Doesn’t really do anything with Tumblr except post his things, reblog a few posts and then ignores it for days before he’s suddenly active again. Has maybe a hundred followers.

Sero: master memer and shitposter. Is funny without being obnoxious and his puns are legitimately hilarious. Has thousands of followers but no one can find a reason to dislike him except to call him out on his sass. He claps back with only more sass. (Has a secret side blog for health food and minimalist life styling aesthetics. No one can ever know)

This ended up being super long. A basic TLDR: Supervisor that questions what I do when I won’t cover other people’s shifts, asked me to prove I was going to school.

I like most of my supervisors for the most part. They’re all really nice and understanding (one helped me through a panic attack).

There’s one, though, that sort of gets on my nerves. She’s nice, but passive aggressive. We’ll call her Ariel. Most of the other supervisors don’t like her either. But I can normally tolerate her.

I got hired at this job in May, right after classes ended so I had open availability. I’m almost done with community college and am only taking one class this fall semester since it’s the only one I can before I take the last. It means I can’t work two mornings a week but I could told them the rest of the time I have open availability and could work afternoons/evenings those two days. I’m part time anyway and those days are slow ones, where they don’t need that many people there before I can get there. I’m not asking for weekends off.

The other day, Ariel confirms this change to my availability and then says “You need to bring in a copy of your school schedule for us.” I say okay but I’m like “The f?” inside. My other coworkers agree it’s BS. When I tell another supervisor about it (one who can’t stand Ariel), he says “She’s probably just doing it to make sure you’re actually going to school. It’s stupid and none of her business.”

I agree, but I’m telling the truth so I’ve printed it for her. The whole thing is just weird. I’ve worked retail for years and never before has an employer asked for me to prove what I’m doing in my off time. This isn’t the first time Ariel has done something like this, she’s questioned why I can’t cover co worker shifts last minute. (I do when I can but sometimes I have plans or have agreed to babysit).

I really love this job, it’s busy and there’s room for advancement. Is this normal elsewhere?

  • Jungkook is 19 years old and he’s a second year student in University
  • It’s been a year and half since you and Jungkook share a room.
  • Jungkook has Black Silky hair and Brown-darkish eyes
  • Jungkook can turn from cute fluff ball to sexy dominant Alpha male in a few seconds
  • Jungkook always tries his best to avoid awkward situations, but he ends up living up to his awkward life whether he likes it or not.
  • Jungkook never had a girlfriend before nor does he have any friends of the opposite sex,which pretty much explains why he’s so awkward around you.
  • Jungkook thought he could avoid talking to you for the next 4 remaining years when he first stepped in the room.
  • Jungkook has discovered  one of his fetishes after rooming with you.
  • Jungkook current most sensitive spot is the nape of his neck.
  • Jungkook refers your touch as something sinful.
  • Jungkook don’t want to become like his hyungs.
  • Jungkook never saw a girl naked before.
  • Jungkook is a gentlmen that will always put up his love for you before anything else.
  • When Jungkook first roomed with you, he was slightly annoyed because he always had to keep the toilet seat down whenever he was done with his business, since he roomed with a girl.
  • Jungkook’s usually like to sleep without his shirt, but he had to change this habit because he lives with a girl.
  • Jungkook feels extremely happy everytime you cook something for him
  • Jungkook wished you could lean on him sometimes, because he can’t bare to see you overworked or sad.
  • The thing that triggered the entire Hormone Tragedy was the Laundry incident, when he touched your red and black lacy bra.
  • Jungkook avoids doing his laundry at your dorm  ever since and always visits his hyungs to do his laundry there.
  • The holy tree can either help you to commit to your sins or it can also help to make you sin depending on what you pray for ( remember how hoseok prayed for Jk to get laid and it almost happened in chap 4 lol )
  • Jimin  and Taehyung are both third year students who struggle to keep it in their pants.
  • Hoseok is a fourth year student who will graduate in the fall.
  • Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi are in their first year of master degree.
  • Jungkook’s couldn’t room with his hyungs, because they’re in different years which made the rooming assignments differ.
  • Yoongi almost never attends classes and worships the Holy Tree instead.
  • The Holy Tree was something that happened when Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon first got in University.They named it Holy tree ,because Namjoon prayed the tree to get a date for valentine’s day and it happened for real.
  • Yoongi is known as the student  who don’t give a f*ck but also as  Saint Father  Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third.
  • Yoongi thinks of himself as a divinity the second he’s up on the Holy Tree.
  • The university they’re attending is very prestigious which makes the rooms and dorms quite spacious and comfortable.
  • All of the boys are in the University’s official soccer team, which means they have to keep a GPA of at least 7 , to remain part of the team.
  • Yoongi dyed his hair green once to match with the Holy Tree.
  • Taehyung never had a girlfriend before, because he’s socially AWKWARD with females in general.
  • Namjoon and Jin are the only friends of Jungkook that can keep it in their pants and can manage to have friends of the opposite sex.
  • Yoongi is a Saint, so he does not get Sexually Frustrated at all. Well that’s what he pretends…
  • Hoseok is the most experienced with girls.
  • Jimin wished Jungkook was a girl.
  • Jimin ships himself with Jungkook and feels a bit bitter everytime Jungkook starts talking about you.
  • Taehyung and Jimin often fight over who’s closer with Jungkook.
  • There is this long list of  rituals that come with the Holy Tree.
  • Ritual #1 : Sometimes the boys, grab a leaf from the holy tree and keep it in their pants for Goodluck during the exams, cause ’ they think it’ll bring them good fortune.
  • Jin once baked a cake with the remaining leaves of the Holy Tree before Winter happened and it tasted like shit.
  • The boys usually go work out  twice a week to shake off their stress.
  • Jungkook is the kind of guy that is very oblivious to notice stuff
  • Hoseok is probably the only out of the group that can come up to a girl and randomly throw pickup lines.
  • Jungkook has feelings for you and he does not expect anything from you.
  • Jungkook is very competitive and hates how he’s on the verge of losing against his own self, each time you show up.
  • Jungkook likes to pull on the collar of his shirt when he feels hot.
  • Jungkook is also very sensitve nowadays…
  • Jungkook needs some Holy Water ASAP.

l laughed my ass off while making this up tbh lol <3 Hope you liked it~~

Here are links to the story for new followers~~

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Wash away the pain

Spec fic: Emma copes with the belief that Killian has left her while he deals with the pain he has caused and desperatley tries to get back.


There are fresh cotton sheets on the bed. That’s one of the first things she had done the morning after he hadn’t returned home. The hurt she had taken to bed with her the night before had hardened into something more potent over the hours she had spent lying awake long after the world had fallen asleep: wondering where he was and why he hadn’t called.

(Fearing it was she who had pushed him away. She was good at that after all.)

In a frenzy, she had torn the sheets away. The ones that smelled like his cologne. The ones where they had only the night before made blissful love as she wore his ring on her left hand. Thank god Henry was still asleep as she tossed them into the washer, her eyes full of tears, hoping that somehow the soap suds could wash away her own pain along with the scent of him.

Now another day had passed. Another day without sleep. Her eyes are red as she pushes her face into the too-clean pillow case. Her phone lies beside her, tauntingly bare of communication from him. She wants to call him. She wants to hear his voice and beg him to come home. It’s too quiet without his laughter. It’s too cold without his arms around her.

It doesn’t feel like home when he’s not there.

Oh how she wishes she could dial back the days. She wishes she could see that he was troubled.

(How she wishes he had believed in her enough to share his secret.)

They were both a little lost still, she realizes.

A little too broken.

And perhaps not enough.

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