why you do this target

Langblr Asks
  1. What’s your native language?
  2. How many languages do you speak?
  3. What language(s) are you currently studying?
  4. How many/which languages would you like to know in the future?
  5. Do your friends speak other languages?
  6. What’s the most difficult word for you to say in your native & target languages?
  7. How do you call your favorite animal in your target languages?
  8. Write your favorite color in all the languages you know it in.
  9. How long have you studied your target language(s)?
  10. What’s your favorite word in your target language(s)? Least favorite?
  11. What’s the funniest word in your target language(s)?
  12. What’s the prettiest word in  your target language(s)? Ugliest?
  13. One thing you dislike about your target and/or native language?
  14. Do you have any international friends?
  15. Why are you learning your target language(s)?
  16. Do you ever want to live somewhere where you’d speak your target language(s)?
  17. What was/is the first language you want/ed to learn?
  18. Have you ever made a friend speaking your target language(s)?
  19. Do you listen to music in your target language(s)? If so, who are your favorite artists?
  20. Opinion on duolingo?
  21. What’s your favorite method of studying?
  22. Have you ever played pokemon in your target language(s)?
  23. Favorite blog in your target language(s)?
  24. Do you ever speak to yourself in your  target language(s)?
  25. Ever speak to your pets in your target language(s)?
  26. Do you ever feel like your target language(s) is(are) under appreciated? Why/why not?
  27. How do people usually react when you mention that you’re studying your target language(s)? Do their reactions annoy you? Make you happy?
  28. How do natives react when they hear that you’re studying their language?
  29. Do you have any advice for someone who’s never studied a language before?
  30. Where are you from? What are popular/”useful” foreign languages in your area?
  31. Are there dialects in your country? Do you speak one?
  32. Have you ever tried to learn a dialect for your target language(s)?
  33. Do you ever want to have a career in languages?
  34. How has learning languages impacted your life?
  35. Do you have any big travel plans for the future?
  36. What’s your least favorite language? Why? Favorite?
  37. Do you know any obscure/useless words in your target language(s)?
  38. Was there ever a word you pronounced incorrectly until someone corrected you?
  39. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you while studying your target language(s)?
  40. Have you ever eavesdropped on people speaking  your target language(s) in public?
  41. Have you ever had a negative experience with a native?
  42. What’s the most positive experience you’ve had with a native?
  43. Tell me about your best friend in your target language(s)
  44. Have you ever put sticky notes all over your house before?
  45. Do you ever think in your target language(s)?
  46. Are there any cognates between your native and target language(s)?
  47. Have you ever met a stranger in public with whom you spoke your target language(s)?
  48. Have you ever had an “I understand it now!” moment with your target language(s)?
  49. Do you have any language pet peeves?
  50. Is there a language that you’ve tried to learn but could never stick with it or just weren’t interested?

masterlist || coming soon//recently posted || come say hey?

Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

Your name: submit What is this?


“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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One of my least favorite things is when a younger person is interested in something or just like, talks about some general subject and an older person is like ????? what??? you weren’t even alive/you were so young when X!! like imagine if you started talking about how much you love Shakespeare and some rando time traveled just to tell you “But you weren’t even alive when he was writing!” like did you know that it’s a lot more fun if you expand your interests to things that haven’t existed exclusively in your lifespan & that the past will inevitably affect the present so it’s good to be aware of it

Actual reasons that the keyblade wielders of the various factions brought darkness into the world:

  • That was a swipe, not a tap, dammit!
  • What do you mean it only targets one?
  • Why don’t people update their share medals? it′s all Donald. Again.
  • A mimic? Really? That′s the last thing I need right now, so thanks for that
  • Oh come on, it’s got like no health left and i’ve beaten every other fight in one round just give me this please…
  • Ah yes, another young hercules. Now I can fuse five of them to give someone I care about half of a single level…
  • But everything else in this level is power! I only brought my magic medals! Why is there an Invisible! This is bullshit.
  • No that was just the side of my finger touching the edge of the phone. That’s how I hold the phone please don’t spam all my medals agai–
  • Xehanort Voice: Would you like to continue? It’s only 100 Jewels…
  • Xehanort Voice: It’s only $15, you pay three times that for other KH games
  • Xehanort Voice: Embrace your desire for a Tinkerbell medal
  • Xehanort Voice: Pick up the phone and play KHx, the rest of your life doesn’t matter that much. Come on, time is munny you know…

I’m seriously starting to wonder if the whole mobile game freemium model isn’t supposed to be some meta commentary on the theme of sin and excess driving the protectors of light to start the war that blankets the world in darkness.

Maybe the super overly aggressive censoring in the chat is part of the metaphor, too…

anonymous asked:

Why are they holding hands? this makes me worry that we are wrong :(


Love to Hate

Hello, Love bugs!

Draco X Reader

Warnings- swears

Can you write a fic where Draco is constantly rude to the reader, but in a teasing way? And then they just hit it off there. -Anon

“No Hermione I despise him. He is the definition of an ass.” You had finally had it. Draco had always pushed your buttons but today was the straw that broke the camels back.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?”

“You realise we’re talking about the Draco Malfoy. Not Harry or Ron who were being a twat. He literally thinks you and I should have our powers because we weren't born to the right family.” Hermione nodded as she figured it was a losing battle. She never thought she would be sticking up for Draco but here she was. It seemed like she was the only one who could see right through all of the mean words and attention that the two of you used on each other. Draco Malfoy and yourself had the biggest crushes on each other. The problem was that the two of you were too strong headed to realise that in your own weird way the two of you were perfect for each other.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannons for the RFA+ V and Saeran finding out MC is a total Punk Rocker/Metal Head

I know shit about metal and punk, so I made this based on a very superficial research I did.Sorry in advance if MC sounds too much like a poser lololol

RFA + Saeran and V with a MC who’s into punk/metal


  • Okay, so he’s probably one of those guys who think you’re wearing a Ramones t-shirt because it’s very trendy these days, little did he know…
  • Not only Ramones, you’re super into glam metal bands from the 70s/80s.
  • He listens a little of rock, you know, just to compose and set the mood for some of his characters, but yeah… it’s not really his thing.
  • But seeing you so excited when you start talking about it makes him really interested.
  • He’s impressed by Mötley Crüe and Twisted Sister’s aesthetics, it’s really cool! He could definitely pull that off and be considered even sexier!
  • Has a nosebleed when he sees you ready for a metal concert. He loves your day-to-day looks, but seeing you so edgy definitely makes the beast interested.


  • He didn’t know you had it in you, it’s amazing how you always manage to surprise him
  • You know basically everything about The Clash, Dead Kennedys and Black Flags.
  • It’s definitely not his style! The way they sing and play doesn’t really please him, and the whole punk aesthetics give him the creeps.
  • Buy you like it, so he plays along. He feels so lucky that he’s dating someone so cool!
  • Until one day he finds your Green Day and Blink-182’s playlist. Those ones are actually kinda cool… why are they tagged as your guilty pleasure?
  • Not that guilty anymore as your boyfriend really likes it, you can finally show off all the knowledge you have about them without being judged by those pretentious punk rock fans.


  •  Also impressed by this side of you, and a little turned on?
  • She can’t really tell why, but all that edginess is really hot? And the way you manage to incorporate to your day-to-day looks is really cool and well-thought.
  • When it comes to the songs, she doesn’t really… get it. She wouldn’t say because it would probably hurt you, but it sounds just like noise, tbh
  • Until you explain the lyrics. Like, Sex Pistols was about political statements, and punk carries a very strong message about defying rules and embracing difference, of course you would like something like this! And why wouldn’t she?
  • She still struggles about getting the whole point of it, but she feels so rad when you borrow your customized “Never mind the Bollocks” jacket with spikes.



  • No matter how edgy you try to look. To him, you will always be cute.
  • Not his thing at all, you can show him all your knowledge, how relevant bands like Anthrax, Korn and Megadeth are, but nah…
  • He used to think he has a very eclectic musical taste, now he knows he hasn’t.
  • But if it makes you happy, he’s more than glad to pay for VIP tickets on concerts. Just say the word, and you’ll even get an exclusive meet and greet.
  • He doesn’t judge or demeanor your musical taste. He’s really respectful and waits for reciprocity when it comes to him not enjoying this so much.
  • And okay, you don’t look just cute, you look really sexy! And he’ll show you how pleased he is by the way you look after the concert, just wait!


  • So… cool! He loves it! He thought you looked really badass from the first time he saw you on that CCTV.
  • He’s probably one of those people who have the most random musical taste. You can find k-pop, contemporary jazz, the Hamilton’s mixtape and Selena Gomez in his playlist, so there’s definitely some death metal too.
  • He’s not as fanatical as you, but he enjoys a lot, especially if he gets to listen to you while you show your deepest knowledge about every composition.
  • He goes to concerts with you. You’re worried about him not enjoying huge crowds, but you constantly find him in mosh-pits
  • When it comes to aesthetics, oh boy… you gotta teach him how to work it off this eyeliner. Next concert, he’ll definitely crossdressing!


  • Gurl…why do you think he even chose you as a target in the first place?
  • I mean, of course there were other things about you, but let’s say among all the, uhm… suitresses, you were the only one with a decent musical taste, this was important if he was taking you to paradise!
  • It’s so good he gets to share this with you, it makes him feel less inadequate. If someone so nice and adorable like you enjoys these songs, he’s probably on the right direction, right?
  • He’s not into concerts, tho. You know, big crowds, loud music… no, sir!
  • But he hacks into producer’s and record label’s emails, so you two always know the next steps of all your favorite bands.


  • He can’t tell anything about your looks, since, you know, he can’t see
  • But he likes to imagine the details and the colors, you probably look A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
  • When it comes to your musical taste, he’s genuinely interested in everything you have to share about lyrics and other trivia facts too.
  • He enjoys all the energy and the anger, how these people are able to be so expressive by their singing really amazes him
  • He wouldn’t feel comfortable in concerts, but like Jumin, he’ll pay for the best spots in arenas and manage for you to know your idols.
  • Everything to make you happy, and you always show him all your gratitude, he wouldn’t say out loud, but that’s his favorite part.

Another submission! Hiii Raven! I re read the whole Tickle Monster thing and thought I should write it, as I just reeeaallly like the idea.
Hope you like it!

Prompt: Jack targets Mark in Dead By Daylight, and manages to kill him early in the game. Little does he know, he’s created a monster out of him by doing so.

Jack cackled close to the mic, the others groaning and chuckling nervously.

“Jack, whatcha ya doooin?” Bob asked, hiding his uneasiness in a playfully chipper voice.

“I’m invisible! Aaand Stalking someooone. And It Could Be Any Of You.”
Jack growled. He smiled as the others murmured in slight fear.

“I bet it’s me.” Mark chimed, “He can’t resist taking a sneak peak at my hot ass!”

The others laughed, Jack pouting at Mark ruining the tension. Ding Ding!


Jack laughed manically as Mark’s character began running away, upon quick realisation he was right. SLASH! Mark yelled again as his poor character got smashed, jumping through a window quickly.

“Get back here Markipoooo, I ain’t finished with ya!”

Wade chuckled, “Keep distracting him with your ass! me and Bob will deal with the generators!”

“Shut it Wade! AH!”

Mark hastily changed direction as Jack came storming around a corner, narrowly missing a hit.





Wade and Bob laughed at the somewhat violent flirtation, one accidently exploding a generator while doing so. Mark jumped through another window, pretending to go one way then quickly swapping direction when seeing Jack go the same way. He hobbled to a closet, hiding just before Jack passed through.

“Where oh where has that delicious boo-tay gone?”

Mark laughed, mostly out of nerves.
“You’ll never catch me now! I’m completely gone! Ran right out of that place!”

“Oh really? So, you aren’t crying somewhere?”

Mark’s heart skipped a beat- he forgot injured people sobbed in closets. He watched, helpless, as Jack opened the door to his hiding spot.

“Time to come out the closet Mark! We knew you were gay as fuck anyway!”

“NOOO! Why do you target me you potato bastard?!”

“Because he wants that ass, Mark, I’d think you’d know by now.”

“You’re not helping, BOB!”

Unknown to Mark, Bob had actually helped. While trying to find something witty to say in the conversation, Jack walked the killer right into a tree. This gave Mark just enough time to wiggle free before being set on a hook. Mark set to running for cover, hollering in temporary triumph. Jack howled out in frustration, resetting his sights on catching his boyfriend once more.

“Oooh, this ass too good for yooou!”

“I WILL have that arse! Your glorious arse is mine, I won’t rest til I have it!”

“Haha, I can see Mark running away from Jack! Bob get off the generator and look at them!”

“No! Wade! Get ON the generator and hurry up! If I die and you both don’t escape I’m blaming Jack AND you!”

“I can live with that- Wait don’t come this way!”

“Hurry up with the generator, Wade, or Jack might come after your ass!”

“Nah, I’m getting a perfect view of my fave ass from chasing yooou, Mark.”

“Stop Targetting Me!!”

“Why would I do that if it’s irritating you~?”

“That’s a good poin-”


Mark ran through the area Bob and Wade resided in. Bob got off the generator and run by Wade’s side, but despite the easy pickings they could have been, Jack carried on charging towards Mark, slowly gaining on him.

“OH COME ON! You could have got them, this is so unfa- NOOOOOOO!!”

Jack laughed as he hit him, picking up the fallen body to put on a hook.

“Swiggit swooty, I got the boo-tay!”


Mark raged, the violent tapping on his keyboard proving his anger true. Even more unfortunately for Mark, a hook hung nearby and he was quickly stabbed through one, ready for in-game sacrifice.

“Waaade! Boooob! Heeeelpp!!!”

“No one can save you! Now I can finally get a piece of dat ass!”

“Oh my god Stop.”

“You’re the one who said you had a nice ass in the first place!”

“Correction, I said Hot ass. HOT. And I didn’t hear aaaanyone disagree so. There.”

“Ok sure but lemme watch you struggle.”

The long spider legs generated forth, Mark groaning in frustration as he started to mash the keyboard once more.


“Boy we wish we could but it seems your ever so loyal boyfriend won’t leave your side.

“Uuugh! Jack! Go away, stop camping, that’s lame!”

“Yeah, it is, but it’s annoying you so guess what I’m gonna do.”

“Go away?”


“Dammit! DAMMIT!”

Mark pushed himself away from the computer, throwing his hands up in the air to show how done he was.

“Mwah hahahaha! One down, two to go!”

“Well, we have three to go generator wise so good luck with that!”
Wade interjected. Mark scoffed in reply.
“so you only got two during all that? Really? I think you and Bob are the ones who needs luck right now.”

“Hahaha! You can’t stop me! I’ll kill you all!”

Jack cackled manically, setting out to look for his next victim.

“You monster!” Bob gasped dramatically.

Mark’s sat up straight. Monster.


“… You monster?”

“Brilliant! Bob you’re brilliant!”

“Oh well thank you.”

“Why is Bob brilliant?“ A confused Wade questioned, “Did he find another generator?”

“No, he has given me an idea!”

“Mark with an idea? That dangerous!” Jack snickered.

“You’ll regret that! Just like you’ll regret killing me!”

“I’m confused, how are you supposed to help us when you’re dead?”

Mark leaned into the mic dramatically. “You’ll see.” and with that, he left his room.

There was a moment of silence among the others. Then…

“Heya Wade, is that you?”


Mark creeped down the hall, peering into Jack’s room. He had his eyes glued to the screen, a shit-eating grin on his face. Mark crept forward, hand curled like claws, teeth flashing in a dangerous grin. He was nearly upon Jack.


Mark froze, fearing Jack had seen his in the camera.

“Oh, Wade, I have the prettiest hook friend, they’d love to meet you!”

Phew. Mark took one last step forward hands at the ready to strike, waiting for the perfect moment. He watched Jack hook Wade, noticing Bob in the background, unnoticed by the Irish who had his sights on smacking Wade.

“Haha, got another! Hey Maaark, did ya see that?”

“Oh, I saw.”

Jack gasped, but before he could turn around Mark dug their hand into his sides. Jack let out an ear-ringing shriek, dissolving into panicked cackling. His hands left the keyboard, shooting to Mark’s arms in a futile attempt to pull them off. Mark called out.

“Bob, quick, get Wade off the hook! This monster is being held hostage by an even more horrifying monsteerr! The Tickle Monster~!”

From the headphones, knocked to Jack’s (Slighty pinker than usual) neck, Mark heard Bob laughing and saw him running to Wade’s aid on screen. Mark smiled. This was pretty funny; Mark was getting revenge in a very petty and ironic manner.


“I thought I was an ass! A fine ass!”


“Well you’re an ass with a fine-eeeh I won’t go on.”

He winked at the camera, hand moving to Jack’s tummy. Jack let out a yelp, kicking out on instinct and eyes shutting tight as he laughed louder and more hysterically. Mark smiled, drilling his thumbs along the bottom of Jack’s ribs while scratching ruthlessly at his poor tum. Too quiet for the camera, he murmured into Jack’s ear.

“The tickle monster says if you stop being such a rude, mean monster to our friends he’ll stooop~”

He chuckled softly as he watched Jack’s face erupt in dark blush. His one true weakness, the tickle monster. He’s so cute.


Whoops. Look like he said it out loud. Eh, more fuel for those shippers. He went back to a whisper.

"Let us win, it’s the least you could do for your dear strong boy… The tickle monster~”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“Ah, I see, you want me to use my voice for something else~”


Mark giggled, leaning down and settling a kiss to Jack’s neck. Then another. And another, and another and another and another. Jack leaned away, dissolving into giggles. His gentle giggling quickly went hysterical as Mark started kneading his hips, the merciless bastard. Jack wiggled his hips, throwing his head back as he succumbed to the tickling.
Mark huffed a chuckle, knowing how much Jack was enjoying himself. The adorable irish mess loved a little laughter. And a lot of laugher. Mark glanced at the computer screen. While Wade and Bob had taken the chance to heal and do all the generators, they had obviously gotten bored and started dancing around the motionless brute that had previously hooked Mark to death. Mark huffed at them.

“Bob, Wade, stop trying to sacrifice Jack and get out of there!”

Jack opened an eye, realising the situation. Without thinking he lurched forward, tapping the necessary buttons. The monster onscreen hit Bob, Who yelled in surprise and took to running away. Jack reached forward, trying to retake control over the game, but Mark pulled him back, hands digging into his right side.



“I’ve been deafened, now I’ll need to learn sign language, thanks Jack.”

Jack took no notice of the small voices coming out of his headphones. They were drowned out by his hysterical laughter anyway. He was in ticklish agony. His whole body buzzed as Mark’s skilled fingers drilled into his side, and the fact Mark was blowing noisy raspberries into his neck was no help. The sheer intensity of the tickling was enough to drive Jack insane. He desperately pushed at the strong arms incasing him, but they would not budge. He thrashed and kicked but Mark wouldn’t move.
The chair did though.

“Oh god, they died didn’t they.”

“Well Bob, at least we won the game.”

“Eh, without a monster chasing us it loses purpose. Hearing Jack being tortured was pretty funny though.”

“Too bad they died.”

Mark got up, hand on the mic. Giggles could still be heard, but they were quietened by the exhaustion after a tickle attack.

“We’re fine! No one died.”

“Sometimes I can still hear Mark’s voice.”

“Woow Bob. I’m not dead. Jack toppled the chair trying to escape my clutches.”

“You mean the Tickle Monster’s clutches! Of all things to fear, Jack, of all things to fear.”

“Wade, you can’t say much, you were begging me to stop when I got you in the Don’t Laugh challenge.”

“I no longer judge you, Jack, I no longer judge you.”

Mark chuckled, then helped a smiling, wary Jack up.

“I fooking hate ya.”

“You love my sweet ass though, right?”

“That’s the only redeeming quality about you, I swear.”

“Well your redeeming quality is how sensitive you are~ And how red your face gets when that’s pointed out… And your adorable need to hide your fac-”

“YES! OK! We get it, you’re an absolute douchebag! You can stop now.”

“Yes, but it annoys you so guess what I’m gonna do?”
Mark’s mocking voice and shit eating grin was the last straw for Jack.

“Take a fooking BAYTIN!!”

With that, Jack leaped at Mark, the shocked, darked haired man yelling out before breaking out in deep, melodious laughter, Bob and Wade groaning and deciding amongst themselves to cut the video short. The two dorks forgot about the game, wrapped up in each other as they playfully fought, not aware and not worried of the still recording camera. Mark was right, plenty of fuel for the shippers.


Dear Black Boy

Why do you fail to realize that the color of your skin is not your sole identity that you can be so much more than what the system makes you out to be
Carmel to charcoal is no different when you become society’s target
Why do you fail to see that the white man is not your enemy but you must also understand that he is not your brother for he
Does not share your history in fact much of your roots are his mystery.
Dark holes blot his memory because of what his history books shield from their country
Their “N-word” is our royalty
Their woman are not what our sisters should to aspire to be
Their system is not what it promises to be
But “us versus them” is not what we should strive to be for all that brings us is calamity


Originally posted by jeonbase

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Warning: Cursing

Word Count: 3415

A/N: I know i haven’t finished Jungkook’s story but this one has been on my mind recently and i had to just write it out otherwise i’d forget! So pls enjoy + feedback is greatly appreciated! 

Blood, there was so much of it. The thick , bright , red liquid had covered your entire vision: it was on the concrete , the broken glass pieces , and dripping from your parents faces.
Fire, it was growing bigger and brighter. The smell of gasoline burned through your nostrils, awakening your senses as you attempted to move but you’re numb to the touch. You try to move your arms, legs, fingers, anything but you can’t. 
“ M-mom…d-dad—” your cries aren’t loud enough, the words barley above a whisper. You lay there lifelessly in your own pool of blood as you watched your parents perish before you. 


Your eyes shoot open, a sharp intake of breath before your breathing becomes erratic, and your cheeks stained by tears. “ I was just about to wake you,” you flinch from the voice, head turning to see the intruder. You let out a sigh of relief, recognizing the boy in front of you. He takes a seat at the edge of your bed as he helps pull you up. You lean against the headboard, wiping away any extra tears that had managed to escape. “ Here, before you forget.” He holds out his palm, uncovering a small white tablet and in his other hand, a glass of water. You whisper a small ’ thanks ’ before swallowing them. 
“ It’s been 2 years and you still get the nightmares ? " 
” When did you get in ? “ you asked completely ignoring his question.
” Last night, the kick back was closer to your place so I decided to crash here.“ He shrugs. ” Also didn’t want to be late on the first day of hell.“ You chuckle, handing him back the glass before throwing your blanket to the side and climbing out of bed.
” Weren’t you supposed to be off these medications months ago? “ He asks, the orange bottle in his hands as he eyes the label. ” My anxiety hasn’t gotten any better Yoongs, and you know that. “
” That doesn’t mean you have to rely on them love. “ You roll your eyes, not wanting to have ’ the talk ’ with him this morning. Toothbrush in your mouth as you head towards the kitchen, brushing away as you place two slices of bread inside of the toaster. You hear a groan coming from behind you, ” We’re having toast again? “ Yoongi whines. You’re spitting into the sink, rinsing the excess out of your mouth before turning around, arms crossed as you leaned against the sink. ” Yah, you know I can’t afford to be making you *kimchi-jigae every morning—I have hospital bills, Yoongi I’m about to lose the house—"
“ Which is exactly why I told you to move in with me. ” you sigh, rolling your eyes as you turn back towards the sink. “ I can’t do that to Yixing.” You splashed water onto your face, washing the excess tears that had managed to dry on the corner of your eye.
You hear him sigh, “ It’s just that—Even as a kid, you always had toast. ” You chuckle, remembering your childhood all too clearly.

“ Yah, I said give me all of your lunch money! ” You were dragged into a classroom during lunch by the schools’ top bully, Hyeji, along with her other henchmen, Hyejin and Hajung. You didn’t understand why you were targeted, you didn’t do anything wrong to them nor anything to the people they were involved with. “ Oh so now you’re deaf too? ” Hyeji yells, as she gets into your face. She grabs you by the ponytail as she forces you to look at her.
“ Y-you took my money yesterday— ”
“ And I’m asking for it again—you know, you’re really pissing me off. ” she scoffs as she pushes you against the wall, body banging against the chalkboard as a few dust and pieces of chalk fall to the ground. “ Yah Hyejin , Hajung. You know what to do. ” she’s rolling her eyes as she takes a seat on top of a desk.
Before the two of them could even reach you, the screeches of a chair puts a stop to everyone’s movement. “ God, I can never get some peace and quiet in this damn school can I? ”
“ Y-yoongi…” he runs his fingers through his jet black hair, his pale skin making it seem twice as dark. The tie on his uniform is hanging by a thread from his neck, the buttons on his shirt weren’t buttoned correctly, and it was half tucked in half hanging loose. 
You’ve heard a few rumors about Yoongi, the transfer student from Daegu. There was a rumor claiming he was in a gang called Bangtan and another claimed he had to transfer because he nearly beat a kid to his death. You hear him scoff , his stare was so cold that you can feel it pierce through Hyeji and onto you. “ I swear,” he sighs as he makes his way over. “ It’s always you, that I wake up to and I must say it’s not a pretty sight at all.” He leans against the table she’s seated on, arms trapping her on either sides, head leveling towards hers. You can see just how scared Hyeji is; breath caught in her throat, pupils shaking, body frozen.
He lets out a smirk, “ You know, you’re ’ very ’ pretty,” he puts emphasis on the word very, as he places a strand of her hair behind her ear. “ You remind me of my pet pig I use to have.” She scoffs before she slaps his hand away, only causing Yoongi to grip onto her wrist. He pulls her in so close that their noses are touching.
If anyone outside of the classroom were to see, they would think that the two were kissing but it was everything but that. The way Yoongi looks at her is not in a loving way, but in annoyance. “ I want you and your little friends to get out, oh so help me—” and she’s pushing him aside, running out the door as fast as lighting.
“ H-Hyeji , wait up ! ” the other two yell as they push past you, leaving you and Yoongi alone. He looks at you, as if waiting for you to run out as well but seeing as you don’t, he sighs and goes back to his seat, slipping on his earphones before curling into his it.
Despite just what happened, Yoongi didn’t seem to scare you. You can only watch in awe, amazed that his aura could even have the wolves running for the hills. He didn’t even have to threaten her, more like he had to sugar coat the words for her to get the idea.
You carefully walk over, as you take the seat beside him, hands folded in your lap. You don’t know why you stayed and why you’re now seated next to him but just leaving him felt wrong as well.
“ You okay? ” he mumbles, causing you to flinch at the sudden question, the words had seemed to echo throughout the class. You nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet, due to the previous events. As if he saw your nod, he hums before handing you his earphone. Your eyebrows rise from the sudden gesture but takes it immediately, in case you it might upset him. You place it into the left side of your ear and you were surprised. You don’t hear the blaring of the bass , spews of profanities or sex , but you hear the soft melody of the piano. It so happens to be your favorite piece:
Yiruma - Kiss The Rain.

A few days later, you awaited by the school gates; feet rocking back and forth , hands fiddling with the plastic bag in your hands, neck stretching as you tried to find the boy. You had asked your mom if she could pack you another slice of toast, seeing that Yoongi spent his lunch just sleeping. You always wondered whether or not he even ate anything at all.
Ever since the incident, you followed Yoongi around like a lost puppy: you followed him from the moment he stepped onto campus to the moment he stepped off, the rare occasions he did get lunch only to end up sleeping in the cafeteria, and to his basketball practices in which you’d always get scolded by your mom for coming home so late.
“ Oh look, if it isn’t our favorite little pet. ” Hyeji giggles as she smacks her gums and twirls her hair. “ What did we do to deserve your-oh-so-ugly face to start off our morning.” You’re about to cower, when you see the familiar black strands of hair sticking out in the distance. Your frown turns into smile and you’re face palming the girls away as you run towards Yoongi.
He has his signature irritation on his face, eyebrows furrowed, his uniform just as the same as the day you met him—a mess, hand in his hair as his friend is chatting his ear off. The minute he sees your figure, his expression softens and his pace slows down a bit. “ Yoongi! ” you smile, greeting him with a big smile on your face.
Yoongi never questioned you—why you were following him, why you were always there the minute he came out of the bathrooms, why you’d always wait for him in the morning and after school despite living in different directions. Rumors were flying around in the school: how he’s paying you to be with him, he’s threatening your family, and his favorite one—you were his new fuck.
The rumors didn’t bother him at all, as long as he knew they were not true then it was okay and it didn’t seem like the rumors were bothering you either, seeing as you stuck around.
It just didn’t bother him—he enjoyed your presence unlike his friend Namjoon, whose never understood the word ’ shut up ’. However, he did question whether or not you were just using him for protection from Hyeji or *Dwaeji as he liked to call her—but he shook the thought after you continuously brought him lunch, a p-b&j sandwich, which you’ve given him the past few days you’ve been following him. He definitely knew you weren’t using him when he had scraped his knee during practice and you rushed to his side, pulling out a first-aid kit and cleaning his wounds despite all the mumbles and questions his team bombarded you with. It made him feel warm to know someone was waiting for him, someone who wanted to actually be friends with him.
You would always greet him with a smile on your face , a bounce in your step. Although he gets that from Namjoon everyday—the feeling is different coming from you and he felt bad that you knew his name but he didn’t know a thing about who you were. “ You know this girl?” Namjoon whispers a little too loud, it was weird for him seeing someone—anyone approach Min Yoongi, especially with such a happy presence.
“ What’s your name ? ” he asks you, ignoring Namjoon’s question, as he tugs at the bag of sandwich . “ Y/n. ” you smile, handing it to him.
He chuckles as he begins opening it, “ Pretty name, it suits your face. ” he mumbles to himself but loud enough for you to hear. Your cheeks are tinged a slight pink at his comment, and he chuckles a little louder than before as he notices before ruffling your hair. Your frozen from the contact, even shocking Namjoon. He walks past you two, munching on the sandwich and when he notices neither you or Namjoon are at his side he turns around , “ Are you guys coming or not ? ” he yells out, shaking you guys from the shock before catching up with him. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.


 " I was okay with it the first month, but after that— I hate peanut butter now.“ Showing his distaste with a shudder and his tongue sticking out.
” Yah, that’s all that mom would pack me…“ you say, whispering the last part. Yoongi heard it, and noticed the sudden mood change in the atmosphere. The sun was out yet why did it get so cold?
The kitchen had gotten so quiet, neither you nor Yoongi made a move, even the pop from the toaster couldn’t tear you two from the silence. ” Sorry y/n, I—" “ It’s fine Yoongi, let’s just get ready we’re going to be late. ” he flinches from his name being called. Whenever you were upset, you’d settled using his name and not Yoongs and whenever you were being serious you’d call him by his full name—which he absolutely hated. He watches as you disappear into your room, mentally strangling himself that he brought up memory.
You’ve been in your room ever since breakfast, eyeing yourself in the mirror for what feels like an hour, fiddling with your bow tie on your uniform. Its already been two years, two years since your parents past away. You’re not mad at Yoongi, you’re more mad at yourself that even the word puts you in a miserable state. It’s the memories that come rushing in both good and bad, along with their death that you were unfortunate to witness.
“ Love are you finished? We’re going to be late. ” Yoongi barges in and you nearly throw a pillow at him. “ Yoongs, how many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come in? What happens if I was naked? ” you whine as you grab your backpack and sling it around your back.
He merely shrugs, “ It wouldn’t be my first.” You smack the side of his head as you walk past him and to the front door, slipping on your shoes before grabbing your keys.
“ Aren’t we going to be late? ” you cooed back before slipping through the door.

“ I swear schools’ such a drag,” Yoongi whines. “ Can I not go today ? ”
You laugh, “ It’s the first day of school and you’re already wanting to ditch? This is our last year together—think about it, you can go back to Daegu after this. ”
He lets out a scoff, “ I like it here better, Seoul is where everything is.”
“ Whatever floats your boat, ” he stops in the middle of the sidewalk, eyebrows scrunched together. “ Something wrong? ”
“ Aren’t you supposed to say: ’ No oppa stay with me~ you can’t leave me~ ’ ? ” he changes his tone, going an octave higher as he tries to mimic you. You laugh, shaking your head at his attempt. “ I’m heading off to college next year and we both know your dream is to become a rapper. ”
“ Hey, keep it down! ” he says scurrying up to you, hands coming down to cover your mouth “ if people hear, then they won’t find me intimidating anymore! ”
“ You left your intimidating demeanor the minute you joined the basketball team. ”
“ Touché ” he coos.
“ Hey captain! ” you both turn from the voice, a voice you two don’t recognize only to find a brunette waving at you two. “ Hey Miyoung, what’s up?”
Hwang Miyoung aka Min Yoongi’s crush, he’s liked her ever since she stepped foot into the classroom, she was a transfer student from the U.S. You remember his face oh-so-clearly; he was so love struck by her even after she had introduced herself and taken her seat he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She became the cheer squad captain, believing that cheerleaders were just like in the movies: slutty and snobby, she was everything but that. Miyoung’s smart, friendly, she volunteers a lot at a daycare and a pet adoption center, she’s practically an angel, it’s no wonder Yoongi fell for her.
“ I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner after practice tonight?” Your eyes along with Yoongi’s widen, you let out a smirk before you’re jabbing him in the waist and giving him a wink. “ I’ll see you guys at school. ” and you’re dashing off as you ignore the countless calls from him.
You let out a sigh, proud that Yoongi was finally going to get to go on a date with his ’ dream girl ’. It makes you question when will you ever find your ’ dream guy ’. You’re already in your senior year of high school and you haven’t dated anybody nor have you had any interests with anyone— okay that was a lie. You did at some point had a small crush on Yoongi, but his affection was merely just friendly affection. He was also your best friend, you wouldn’t dare ruin the friendship you had managed to built with him. As you get to the intersection, your ringtone goes off.
’ Nurse Kim ’ it reads.
“ Morning Mrs.Kim.” You chime, heart beating against your chest, anxious at the news she has for you. “ Morning sweetie, how do you feel about your first day back at school?
“ A bit nervous, but I’ll be fine as long as Yoongi’s with me.” She chuckles on the other end, “ Ah~ is he treating you well because if he isn’t I’ll be sure to let Jin know—” You let out a laugh, “ Don’t worry Mrs.Kim, he hasn’t hurt me in any shape or form. ” You watched as the cars drove past as you stopped at the intersection, causing your stomach to churn a bit and your palms turning clammy. The crosswalk turns, signaling for you to walk and you reach into the pockets of your blazer, trying to pull your medication out. You place your phone between your shoulder and lean your head to the side.
“ How’s my little Yixing ? ” you ask, struggling a bit to open the bottle.
He’s doing bit better, he’s able to eat now which is a good sign.
“ That’s a relief—” You’ve been nudged rather harshly, causing you to drop both your phone and your medications. “ Sorry ! ” the boy yells back. You let out a curse as you scramble to grab your phone before attempting to pick up the pills.
You managed to save a couple whilst the rest were stepped on by pedestrians. Your nerves weren’t settling down and you couldn’t risk taking your medications now, they’ve been exposed to bacteria. “M-Mrs.Kim, I’ll call you back. ” you stuttered. “ Y/n, is everything alr—” you hang up before she can finish , fingers scurrying to find Yoongi’s name.
You’re feeling anxious and your breathing is starting to hitch in your throat. You finally find his name but before you can even press it there’s a loud beeping coming to your right and when you look up you can see a car coming towards you, vision clouded by the broken glasses and blood splatter. You’re not ready to die yet your body had completely given up on trying to save you, so you brace yourself for the impact.
There’s a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and your being pulled back effortlessly. A loud bang pulls you out of your trance and your gasping for air, body shaking. You’re being turned around, hands gripping onto your shoulder as you do the same to his arms; holding onto anything that can possibly keep you sane. Your vision is getting hazy and your hearing is being replaced with a ringing. “ Hey! Hey! Are you okay? ”
“ Y-Yoongi? ” you mumble, you don’t remember him having ashy brown hair this morning. “ What? No my name is— Are you okay ? How many fingers am I holding up?” Your body is failing to keep up with you, legs beginning to turn into noodles, causing you to put more weight onto the boy.
“ Yoongi.” You whisper before surrendering to the darkness.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Gang!AU with Tom and Marco as leaders in opposite gangs with some brief rivalry and eventual fluff? Thanks! :D And so glad you're feeling better, hon!- Bunny Anon

OKay so I had another idea for this. I’m sorry it’s kind of different, but in this au Marco is Mewni. And there is a gang of demons that cause chaos around the area. And Marco had a group of soldiers set for fighting off and deporting the demons back to the underworld. So it’s only one bad gang, Marco’s “gang” is sort of employed by Moon.
Sorry it turned out different, but I hope you like it anyway!!!!

Marco and Star laughed together at the dining table. “Thank you so much for the meal, Moon.” Marco smiled at his employer. She grinned back.

“My pleasure, it’s the least I can do for you and your team.” She assured him. Marco smiled over at Janna, Jackie and Oskar. “You’ve been keeping those devils away from the castle gates for ages, I really thought their last little stunt would put the citizens in danger.” Moon stressed. Her face then melted into another smile. “But you came through, just as always.”

“Don’t worry Queen Moon!” Oskar leaned back in his chair. “We’re good!” He promised.

“Yeah! No way those demons are getting past the force field River put up!” Janna jumped up with her mouth full. “We fought them off! The kingdom is safe for another day!” She cheered, holding up her cup. All the kids cheered and continued to celebrate and Marco looked over at Moon.

“So why do the demons want to break into the castle so badly?” He asked. “Tom and his lackeys seem to always have something they want.” Marco rolled his eyes when he spoke of the gang leader.

“The Underworld is in shambles.” Moon responded. “No wonder they resorted to gangs. To steal pillage, anything really.” She responded. “Demons are ruthless, and if that clique of monsters got in here who knows what they could do. That’s why we need you soldiers to keep us safe, but as for tonight, we celebrate your victory!” She beamed.

“But as for tomorrow,” River interrupted “we think those monsters are heading up the mountain. It would be a good chance for an ambush.” He suggested. Marco nodded and looked out at his group.

“I’ll go alone. We don’t know what they’re up to, a solo spy mission to figure things out and then before I act I’ll get you guys.” Marco told the plan. His group nodded in agreement and they did their little salute.


Marco watched carefully from the rocks he was hiding on. He saw two of the demons in Tom’s group arguing over something. But it was hard to hear. Marco crept closer and gasped when he almost fell. A rock was loose right in front of him. Marco wiggled it a bit and looked out. He could push the bolder now and it would fall down on the two demons below. Taking out two important people in Tom’s chain of command.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Marco froze when he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Tom standing there with a sword pointed out. Marco looked at him for a long time. “Take your hand away and I’ll put down my sword, we both know by the time you push that rock I’ll have your head in my hands, and by the time I get to you, Chet and Veronica will be dead.” Tom motioned to the demons below them.

Marco moved his hand slowly, and Tom lowered his sword. He placed the sword down on the ground and Marco stepped away from the bolder. “Here we are.” Tom looked at Marco like he was trying to read him. “What idiot confronts a group of savage demons alone?” Tom asked. Marco huffed and crossed his arms.

“I wasn’t trying to fight! Just spy… see what you’re up to. I didn’t think I needed back up.” Marco looked away and Toma scoffed.

“Moron.” He huffed. “I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again Marco, but usually these meetings of ours end with a brawl. So should we just skip to that?” Tom asked. Marco looked at him or a while and Tom smiled, showing off his sharp teeth. “What, Marco? Can’t take a joke?” Tom asked. Marco stepped forward.

“Tom, how many times have we been in a situation like this? Me and you? Right before a fight?” He asked. Tom smiled and leaned on the rock wall.

“Too many times.” He laughed. Tom’s eyes then popped open and he looked suspicious. “Why?” He asked. Marco stepped closer.

“I have questions I want you to answer.” Marco told him. “I… I knew I would run into you today… and that’s why I told my group not to come along.” He added.

“You a traitor?” Tom asked.

“No!” Marco hissed. “I have questions!” He repeated. “What happened to the Underworld’s social system? You just fell apart and your people turned on each other and flocked to gangs. Why did this start so fast?” Marco asked. “And why do you target Mewni for all your jobs?” He continued on.

“Because it’s Mewni’s fault we’re all in poverty!” Tom seethed. “The royal family fell! All we are is anarchists!” Tom yelled at the Mewman. “And it’s the Butterfly’s fault! And YOU serve and help them!” He grabbed the human by the shoulder, he seethed and then threw Marco away.

“How is it Mewni’s fault?” Marco asked, scrambling to his feet. Tom took a step back.

“I’m done with formalities. I have nothing else to say to you! Leave or I’ll call for the others, and you won’t get out of that.” Tom threatened, smiling sickly.

“Just stop!” Marco yelled at him. “Have you ever thought for just a moment that I might want to help you!?” Marco asked. Tom looked a little surprised. “ What did Mewni do!? How can we fix it!? This war needs to end!” He went on and on.

“You wanna know what your king and queen did?” Tom asked, stepping forward. “We were on thin ice for a while… but then one of their own-” Tom cut himself off by biting his fist, like he was keeping himself from screaming out. “It. Was. That. Wand.” He muttered.

“What happened?” Marco seemed more demanding.

“Moon Butterfly KILLED our leader with THAT WAND!” Tom screamed. Marco fell back, shaking his head.

“No… your leader must have attacked first!” Marco accused. “Moon Butterfly would never kill just because of some bad blood! There must be more to the story!” He cried. Tom shook his head and pushed Marco away.

“There’s NOTHING more!” Tom snapped. He stared daggers at Marco. “Our people are dying because of her! And nothing will ever fix that! I’ll fight this war till the day I die, Marco.” Tom pledged. He backed away and vanished in a burst of flames. Marco stayed there all alone for a long while, thinking about what the demon had said.

Tom was a liar and a thief and a criminal. He could have been lying to earn Marco’s compassion… that was probably true. And it was working. Marco felt himself believe the demon and he looked down at the ground. He’d been fighting then as an enemy for too long, and now he needed to start helping them as a friend.

final note about the nsfw issue

hey guys! this’ll be our final note about the whole issue and then it’ll be done and done.

firstly, @doopiedoover​ is our best friend, of course we’ll defend her and especially because all she drew was some pretty mild nsfw art of hatsune miku. (and i say mild because if you look right here on tumblr for miku nsfw, there’s loooads of it, and intense at that.)

miku was originally just a voice bank created by crypton. they only gave the voice a persona for marketing reasons and it worked. her “canon” age means absolutely nothing because she is a visual representation of a voice bank meant to bend to the artists needs.
if she sings a mature song, and let’s face it, she sings a lot of mature songs, she’s made into a more mature sona. though the age of consent in japan is 16, i have no doubt in my mind she’s been aged up for some songs.
and likewise, she’s been aged down for many songs as well. miku is moldable, and that’s her purpose. 

especially in mikumikudance, not only are there nsfw models of miku, there’s nsfw videos, even official ones, honestly.

hatsune miku is a virtual character IN CANON and a fiction character in real life. the people that attacked doop over this, who she herself is a csa survior, by calling her a pedophile, by calling her worse than her abuser, you are the problem. you’re sitting here trying to tell me that you’re just trying to protect csa survivors and minors from feeling uncomfortable so what you do is ATTACK a csa survivor??? you send her death threats? you tell her she, and we need to be HUNG??? seriously? because she drew CENSORED nsfw art of a FICTIONAL, VIRTUAL, character? 

and honestly?? why her? why attack her when there’s SO MUCH NSFW art in ABUNDANCE of not only miku, but actual underage characters? why are you targeting her? stop. think what you’re doing. there is a person behind the screen, a person who is so sweet and amazing and doesn’t deserve this. there’s so many better ways to go about something like this. if her art made you uncomfortable, don’t jump right to anon and jump down her throat, click out of the window, post block it, blacklist it, unfollow her, WHATEVER, just go, you don’t have to be vocal about it and you don’t have to kick her down while you go. she didn’t hurt anyone and if she made some people uncomfortable, obviously that wasn’t her intention? she just wanted to draw art, that’s all. of a VOCALOID none the less.

use that passion and effort to target real pedophiles, to target real child porn apologists. you are not helping a SINGLE SOUL by losing your mind over a girl drawing nsfw art of hatsune miku. not. a single. soul. get over it. take a nap, refresh yourself. think before you act. think of the possible outcomes, be a good person? people aren’t bad people just because they draw nsfw art. it’s art. this was blown into such a dramatic problem that could have all been avoided.

pick your battles. that’s all i can say. be smart and think before you do something as horrible as what some of you did.

6.17: This episode takes place primarily in Chester, Pennsylvania.

1. Have I mentioned how many awful things happen to our boys in Pennsylvania? Because it seems like a lot…

2. This town is called CHESTER. Not WINchester. But also not LOSEchester. Just more of the same Chester. I mean, like 5.16, this episode is a strange loop. This reality dissolved when Balthazar re-sank the Titanic and but the Cosmic Order to rights, but for ~reasons~ Sam and Dean were allowed to remember that world where Ellen and Jo were alive, where Bobby (and they) had a support system in their enlarged family. When they “wake up” and Cas tells them it had all been real, they don’t completely understand the point of it all…

3. Because they haven’t put it together with Death’s warning to Dean, that it was all about the souls…

(granted that warning had been so dang vague, and they don’t yet fully understand just how far Cas has already gone in his plans to defeat Raphael, or that he was working with Crowley all along, or that Crowley isn’t actually dead and the plans to crack Purgatory are still entirely in the works. Sorta puts them behind the eight ball again.)

The first clue we get that something’s ~off~ in this episode is Sam and Dean climb into a Mustang and drive off without blinking, followed by Ellen showing up, taking care of Bobby because they’re married. Incredible.

WTF is up with Dean’s terrible interrogation technique in this universe though?

RUSSO: Yeah. It’s a shame. But I’m not that close with my family, so, uh (sighs) is this gonna take long?
DEAN: No. Five minutes. Five minutes. Uh, can you – can you tell me anything, uh, noteworthy about the Russos?
RUSSO: Noteworthy? No. I mean, not exactly – average, you know, big, from Italy.
DEAN: I see. Uh, was anyone ever killed or maimed in a war or, you know, some other violent thing?
RUSSO: (scoffs) What do you mean?
DEAN: Like something so dark that it would sully future generations.
RUSSO: Uh… No.
DEAN: Good. Good stuff. Anyone own a slave?
RUSSO: What?
DEAN: Routine question. Any ties to the Nazi Party?
RUSSO: Excuse me?
DEAN: Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?

Like, real smooth there, Deano.

They go into this case thinking it’s a “Family Curse,” But then unrelated people are turning up dead all over the country. These people aren’t all related, but they were all in the same boat. Literally. The Titanic.

SAM: Okay, I didn’t think that was possible. I thought you couldn’t change history.
BALTHAZAR: Oh, haven’t you noticed? There’s no more rules, boys.

but the small changes that resulted (and the 50,000 people alive who wouldn’t have existed at all) are really unsettling. Not only does Dean have no idea what an Impala is because apparently it never was made (and ACK can you even imagine a world where Baby wasn’t the thing that saved the universe? THE MOST IMPORTANT OBJECT IN THE UNIVERSE DOESN’T EXIST HERE?!), but Balthazar gives them a VERY GOOD REASON to not want to “re-sink” the boat:

DEAN: Apparently, a crapload of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line – Ellen and Jo die.

(oh, and an aside, we get a very interesting comment on why Cas is staying away from Dean, and sending Balthazar along to handle them on his behalf. It’s a seemingly jokey throw-away comment, but it really DOES explain why Cas has been avoiding them ALL SEASON LONG. Because like in s4 when Uriel told Dean that Cas was being kept away from Dean because “he likes you.” Well, Balthazar ups that ante to “in love with you.” And honestly what must Balthazar think about everything Cas has done for and with the Winchesters while supposedly being in charge of this war in Heaven? Even Rachel in 6.18 is ANGRY with Sam and Dean for distracting Cas from his mission in Heaven, but Balthazar just sort of rolls with it… because he gets it in a way Rachel didn’t… because Balthazar had abandoned heaven for humanity, too…)

CASTIEL If I know her – and I do – she won’t stop until you’re dead.
DEAN  Awesome. So what do we do?
CASTIEL Kill her.
SAM Kill fate?
CASTIEL Do you have another suggestion?

But why would Fate suddenly target Sam and Dean now, over that, unless Cas had put them directly in her sights by doing something like… unsinking the Titanic? 

(taking a short break to go spelunking for excellent posts about this episode that somehow didn’t end up TAGGED for this episode, because past me sucks::



and that’s just the entrance to the weird parallel universe rabbit hole…or maybe the tip of the iceberg, if you will. If you’ve got a lot of free time on your hands, have a nice time killing a day or two getting lost in the warren)

But these are all cosmic consequences. Change one thing, let someone live who was slated to die, and it has the power to eventually change the entire universe. And this parallel world has had a hundred years to change around these people who were supposed to have died on the Titanic, but who ended up surviving anyway.

Mary being back, in s12, and now Cas directly interfering with her dying again in 12.09, is a cosmic consequence event just like unsinking the Titanic. Only on a smaller and much more personal scale for the Winchesters. I’ll leave it to Atropos to explain:

ATROPOS You know what? I’ve kept my mouth shut. I could have complained, I could have raised a fuss, but I didn’t. But you know what the last straw is? Un-sinking the Titanic. You changed the future. You cannot change the past. That is going too far!
CASTIEL It’s Balthazar. He’s erratic—
ATROPOS Bull crap. This isn’t about some stupid movie. He’s under your orders. You sent him back to save that ship.
CASTIEL No, I didn’t. Why would I?
ATROPOS Oh, maybe because you’re in the middle of a war and you’re desperate?
ATROPOS Come on. This is about the souls.
CASTIEL You don’t know what you’re talking about.
ATROPOS That angel went and created 50,000 new souls for your war machine.
CASTIEL You’re confused.
ATROPOS No. You can’t just mint money, Castiel. It’s wrong…It’s dangerous… And I won’t let you.

And there we have it. It’s all about the souls, just like Death told Dean. We get our first look at just how entangled Cas is in this mess, but while all this REAL INTEL is being laid out for US, Sam and Dean are frozen in the background, apparently locked in time and unable to hear anything of this conversation. That’s why they buy into the lie that Cas tells them about it being all on Balthazar, and why they still haven’t understood Death’s warning:

DEAN Hold on. Uh…So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?
CASTIEL Yeah. More or less.
DEAN Well, then, how come he and I remember it?
CASTIEL Because I wanted you to remember it.
SAM Why?
CASTIEL I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She’s cruel and capricious.
DEAN I’d go so far as “bitch.”
CASTIEL Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.
DEAN So, wait. Did…Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?
CASTIEL Yes. Absolutely. That’s what he did.

And he flaps away before they can even question it… Sam and Dean believe that Cas ordered the Titanic re-sunk solely to save THEIR lives. They don’t really get that Cas had ordered it unsunk in the first place to try and keep Dean out of the war in the first place… because EVERYTHING in s6 eventually comes down to that moment we see in 6.20 where Cas leaves Dean raking leaves in Lisa’s yard and accepts Crowley’s deal.

And we’re getting closer and closer to the moment when that entire trick is revealed.

escape- Jason imagine

Originally posted by drewvanaker

You were sat on the sofa, anxious about what was happening at the Dilaurentis house. You knew Alison was going to ask her father about Charles and you assumed that Jason would be with her, as he was also looking for answers. You thought back to when you had found out about ‘Charles Dilaurentis’.

You were in the dollhouse. Spencer had mentioned it before and you were stuck in your room with nothing but your own thoughts. If there was another Dilaurentis then Jason had a brother, or an uncle. Or maybe it was someone you knew. Charles Dilaurentis was what 'Cece’ stood for. She was always just like Alison and you could often mistake them for twins. Although it couldn’t be her as you had heard that she dated Jason before Alison first went missing. These thoughts dominated you mind. You would sit and create theories. Each one crazier and crazier. To think about someone who you didn’t even know doing all of this to you was unimaginable. Why would they target you and your friends? Why a member of their own family? What happened to them to make them like this? The last question was one that haunted you most. Something must have happened to make them act like this, to want to destroy your lives. You remembered seeing the videos, the toys. Whoever it was had a soul. They were probably happy, innocently living there lives. When you saw the room, you saw it as a shrine, a place where all of his or her memories were kept.

You had told Jason before any of the other girls, wanting him to be prepared to receive the answers you had all been working so hard for. He didn’t believe you at first, but then he remembered the name Charlie, which prompted him and Alison to talk to their father.

 You and Jason had been dating for around 16 months and he had been supportive of you since he found out about A almost 3 months into the relationship. Since then you have been extremely close, when A would do something he was there to protect you. He would sit and listen as you talked about what was happening, doing whatever it took to help. He would also help the girls when you asked him to.Your thoughts were interrupted by a call, alarmed by the sudden interruption

“Hello” you said into the phone, waiting for a reply. You glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearly midnight.

“y/n….” a voice sobbed. You recognised it straight away.

“Jason! Where are you?” you said alarmed that he was not phoning off his phone.

“I’m at a bar just outside of rosewood” his voice sounded strained. You instantly told him you were coming to pick him up. You threw on some shoes and a coat, hurrying out of the house into your car. You drove to the bar he said he was at and walked inside. You scanned the room, searching for him. Your eyes landed on a guy sat in the corner of the room, a glass in his hand. You approached cautiously, until you were directly behind him.

“He was my brother” Jason mumbled, staring at the glass of alcohol he was holding. You moved around to sit opposite him. He noticed your confused expression. Wiping the tears off his cheeks before continuing.

“Charles Dilaurentis was my brother. He was sent to Radley when he was younger, he killed himself there.” You sat silent for a minute letting the new information sink in. You didn’t believe that he was dead. He couldn’t be. If Charles wasn’t doing this to you then who was?

“My whole life is a lie” he sobbed, fresh tears rolling down his face. You shuffled around so that you were next to him and took his hands in yours, rubbing small circles on the back with your thumbs. He explained how he had come here after speaking to his father, not knowing what to do. Then decided to use the payphone to call you. You leant into him wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you tightly against him. You didn’t need to say anything to each other. You both knew that you would support each other no matter what. So when Jason calmed down you stayed in that position.

“Do you want to go home?” you asked him, pulling back to rest your hand on his cheek. He leant into your palm, kissing it lightly.

“If by home you mean to your house, then yes” he sighed. You pulled him up making your way out of the bar. You went to enter the driver’s side of your car, but he stopped you.

“Let me drive.” He said, guiding you around to the passenger seat.

“Are you sure that’s wise?” you asked. He nodded, so you decided to trust him. You noticed you were headed in a different direction to your house. You wondered where you were going but chose not to ask. You pulled up at the side of the road. He got out of the car and sat on the hood, so you joined him.

“That road leads to a number of different places all over the country” he spoke. You looked at him, wondering where this conversation was headed. The worst idea came into your mind, you didn’t want him to leave.

 "I didn’t do it.“ He stated.

"Do what?” you questioned.

“I didn’t drink, I almost did.” He admitted

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to let you down” you opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it.“In that bar i realised that the best thing that’s ever happened to me is you. You are the one true, honest thing in my life. You’re the source of my happiness; you motivated me to stop drinking and taking drugs. I couldn’t stand to see the look in your eyes when you saw me like that. You are what’s keeping me in this miserable town. I’m aware you deserve better, better than this, better than me.”

You shook your head, disagreeing with his point of view. He noticed, a frown appearing on his face.

“It kills me that you don’t realise how special you are y/n. which is why I want to ask you something.” Your heart was racing as he jumped off the car and stood in front of you, resting his hands on your waist. He looked down, trying to gain the courage before speaking.

“Y/n. one day we’re going to find who did this to you. One day it’s going to all be over. When that happens I want you to come away with me. We’ll leave rosewood and drive along that road. We’ll escape to wherever you want to go. Then I want to start a family with you. I want to have that white picket fence in front of our house. Kids. I want you to have the life you deserve. I want to be an amazing father to them. A family with no dark secrets. A fresh start.” Tears had gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“I want to show you how beautiful and kind you are. How lucky I am. Even if you don’t see it now, I’ll make it my mission.” He got down in front of you. You looked into his eyes, seeing how vulnerable he felt. How honest he was being.“What do you say? Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

you nodded, not trusting your voice. He picked you up, swinging you around. Ignoring the tears, you leant down, pressing your lips to his.

“I promise I will marry you one day y/n.” he whispered when you pulled apart. A wide smile spread across your face as you savoured this moment of happiness. You never wanted to be anywhere else but here. In his arms.


Fandom: Sherlock

Word count: 1867

Characters: Sherlock x reader, Lestrade, John

Warnings: mentions of graphic murder and drug dealinge, Sherlock being arrogant

Summary: Requested by @littlemercedesstuff. Lestrade, your boss, asks you to work a case with two of his friends.

You liked it in your office. It was calm and peaceful, organised just the way you liked it, and no one disturbed you there. You could work by yourself, without anyone else to distract you. Not to mention that you had an amazing view- it was three floors up, and you could see what felt like the whole of London.

And you needed the peace to try and work out this particular case. It had been bugging the police for weeks- a lot of couples had been brutally murdered in their flats. They were all young, apparently happy, and on the way to being successful, but there was no apparent motive and no other link between them. Whoever was killing them was also apparently very good at hiding their tracks.

Leaning back in your chair, you flicked through the latest file, hoping to see something you’d missed. These murders felt personal to the killer. At the crime scenes you’d attended, you had picked up a sense of viciousness, of the killer letting go- maybe taking their anger out on the couples? That would suggest that they were in a relationship they weren’t happy in, but still didn’t give you any idea who they might be. Or who they would attack next.

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Essays in Existentialism: FtWD II


Previously on FtWD

Even with the breeze wafting in from the ocean, the last bits of summer rage through the salt spray and blindingly blue sky. The trees all shake their leaves, filling the quiet world with the noise of their tap dancing feet while the birds cut through the wind and lazily squawk, half-hearted and disinterested.

“Not like that,” Elyza shakes her head. “Do it again.”

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summer language challenge

this is my intro post to @notglot‘s summer challenge (original post).
i don’t know if i should get myself into this because i’m scared i won’t be consistent but i’ll try :`))

  • who you are
    • i’m ophir, my native language is hebrew and i’ve been teaching myself english since i was six years old (i’m fifteen now) and i really want to learn new languages hence why i’m doing this !!

  • your target language, and why you’re choosing that language
    • french (!) just because i’ve always found the language beautiful and unique and i’m really interested in learning more about the history and culture of france. 

  • what is your goal
    • understanding some french, having a decent amount of vocab and learning more about france’s history.

  • how long you have for summer for summer break
    • summer break starts from june 20th - august 31st 

hopefully this will motivate me and will keep me busy this summer ! 
souhaite moi bonne chance!