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Breakfast in Mandarin

  • 早饭 (zǎo fàn) / 早餐 (zǎo cān) - breakfast
  • 咖啡 (kā fēi) - coffee
  • 果汁 (guǒ zhī) - fruit juice
  • 谷类 (gǔ lèi) - cereal
  • 牛奶 (niú nǎi) - milk
  • 面包 (miàn bāo) - bread
  • 羊角面包 (yáng jiǎo miàn bāo) - croissant
  • 法式吐司 (fà shì tǔ sī) - french toast
  • 黄油 (huáng yóu) - butter
  • 果酱 (guǒ jiàng) - jam
  • 鸡蛋 (jī dàn) - eggs
  • 炒鸡蛋 (chǎo jī dàn) - scrambled eggs
  • 煎蛋卷 (jiān dàn juǎn) - omelette
  • 香肠 (xiāng cháng) - sausage
  • 培根 (péi gēn) - bacon
  • 薄煎饼 (báo jiān bǐng) - pancakes
  • 花夫饼 (huā fū bǐng) - waffles
  • 麦片粥 (mài piàn zhōu) - oatmeal

as always if i made any mistakes pls let me know so i can correct them :)


mâcher- to chew

avaler- to swallow

penser- to think

cligner des yeux- to blink

éternuer- to sneeze

entendre- to hear

bouger- to move

faire un signe de la main- to wave

secouer- to shake

frapper- to hit

lancer- to throw

frapper avec le pied- to kick

digérer- to digest

gifler- to slap

se pencher- to bend

gratter- to scratch

voir- to see

tenir- to hold

faire tomber- to drop

tousser- to cough

It’s really ironic; scientist’s calculated and predicted the recent eclipse and a good portion of the country stopped what they were doing and watched that event. The eclipse followed the path as predicted by scientists and occurred precisely at the time they said that it would. In other words, they were absolutely correct. So why are they wrong about climate change? They predicted more frequent and powerful storms, and that is just what is happening. So again I ask how they can be so correct on the eclipse and in the mind of the uneducated so wrong on climate change.

Stay Professional! Pt. 9

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and Suggestive smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 (10 will be a continuation) 

Summary: It feels like you’re going up against Jungkook in a mind boggling game of Chess. You both made moves that were rather questionable and things you wouldn’t normally do just to spite each other. It was a professional event, yet there were 2 people in the room who didn’t seem to understand that. 

A/N: Say hello to angst angst and more angst~ I plan on finishing up this series soon but ye. Also this chapter has a lot of dialogue. 

You let out a quick puff of air from your cheeks as you scoffed at Jungkook’s immature behaviour. The roll of your eyes indicated your frustration at the situation you were put in: the person you had genuine feelings for did turn out to be what you despised most- a detached fuck-boy with too much money in his hands. You couldn’t believe your eyes, more like- you didn’t want to believe what you were seeing. 

Jungkook smirked at your reaction, it was exactly what he wanted to see- you riled up with jealousy. 

Essentially, it was your fault that Jungkook reverted to his old-self after you left him for Jimin. You still managed to look like you actually enjoyed Jimin’s company and that really pushed his buttons, buttons he didn’t even know existed as he’d never gotten this attached to anyone before. Although it was unintentional, you ended up playing along to Jungkook’s new declared war because you were caught up in the moment- and that’s exactly what Jungkook had planned.

Things were about to get ugly when it really shouldn’t, at least not in this professional environment. But you’d be surprised as the power of jealousy… and how it can persuade people to act rashly- rather, stupidly.  

He was clearly trying to make you jealous even though it’d be proof that your words to him were correct- about him being a fuck-boy but he didn’t care at that point. He just wanted your smile to belong to him and only him but since that wasn’t the case, he didn’t want anyone else to have it. Not especially Park Jimin for he knew that he did not deserve someone like you. 

Jungkook’s assistant looked a little flustered by the sudden contact. The most they’d physically interacted was only their first handshake. Jungkook was far too busy to pay attention to his new assistant but he did know for a fact, he didn’t like her very much because of her nagging. That didn’t matter to him though, she was the perfect chess piece to bring you down. Jungkook’s genius plan was to flirt with his assistant to get you riled up. But of course, the stubborn Y/N definitely wouldn’t back down without a bloody good fight.

A new burning feeling started to eat away your stomach. You felt as though bile crept it’s way up your throat as you almost immediately wanted to throw up at the sight of Jungkook so close to this random girl you immediately deemed ‘annoying’. 

“Lead the way, sweetheart.” He placed a swift kiss on the back of his assistant’s hand, making sure to shoot you a smug expression whilst doing so. 

Fuck! It was that nickname! You remember how shook you were when he first called you that. That was when all your feelings started to form. From that one simple little word. And now he was casually throwing that word around to this chick he hardly knew. Of course you were mad. 

“Let’s go back to our seat, Jimin.” You boldly linked arms with Jimin who seemed to freeze under your touch. You clinged tightly onto his arm as you made sure Jungkook saw you press your chest into Jimin’s side. You snickered inside as Jungkook’s jaw immediately clenched at the sight. 

Two can play the game. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do the phantom thieves react to accidentally hurting (like a shadow brainwashed them) their S/O and they ended up getting a scar because of this? thanks i really love your blog, you're amazing

Woo boy, get ready for some angst kiddos. LMAO Thank you so much for gracing my blog with your compliments!!

Note: I didn’t add Futaba because I couldn’t think of anything. ;_; But once I do, I’ll add her!

WARNING: blood and graphic violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


  • S/O could discern by the maniac gleam in his eyes that the Joker they were so familiar with was no more.
  • A Shadow had brainwashed the leader of the Thieves, rendering him incapable of conscious thought or action; he was now a mere puppet dancing to the tune of the Shadow.
  • Joker flashed S/O a malicious leer as he slowly approached them with a menacing aura. 
  • “I’m going to rip you apart, starting with that pretty face of yours,” Joker threatened, licking his lips as he procured his dagger.
  • S/O felt their pulse quicken, and their eyes flitted to the brandished dagger that Joker flipped with ease.
  • They should have known it was only a distraction.
  • “Keep your eyes on me, love!” he chuckled as he slashed at S/O, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced through S/O’s cheek.
  • They cried out from the searing pain and their hand whipped up to their face only to feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing from their wound.
  • Joker launched a kick to their stomach, knocking the air out of S/O as they hit the ground with a thud.
  • He was on top of them in an instant, straddling them and subsequently dragging his tongue up his blade, staining the muscle with S/O’s blood.
  • Joker clicked his tongue with disappointment as he brought the blade to their jugular. “What a waste. I was hoping I’d get to play with you a bit more.”
  • Fortunately, one of the Thieves cast Energy Drop on Joker, and the amusement in his onyx eyes dissipated into despair from the realization of what he had done.
  • “No… I didn’t mean to. I… I’m so sorry.” His eyes grew slightly moist, and he clenched his jaw as he fumbled around in his pockets for medical supplies. “Here, take this.” 
  • Joker handed them a Life Stone and promptly stood up. “I’ll be back, love.” His voice darkened. “I have a score to settle.”
  • After the battle, Joker rushed to S/O’s side and cleaned up their wound. The gash was deep, thus scarring was inevitable. 
  • The fact that he was the reason they obtained a scar made his stomach churn, and all the apologies in the world couldn’t take it back. Even if S/O forgave him, he struggled to do it himself. 
  • Akira would never abandon them because of a scar, and he made sure to include it whenever he showered S/O with kisses. 
  • Akira’s method of atonement was doubling his affection, mostly due to the fact that he was grateful that S/O still wanted him, although there were some days when the guilt was too much to bear, especially when they had to conceal it for their daily life.


  • The chilling chuckle that slipped past Skull’s lips caused S/O’s blood to run cold.
  • Their eyes surveyed the brainwashed boy, attempting to ascertain his next move.
  • He threateningly tapped his baseball bat on the palm of his gloved hand, his face adorned with a wicked grin.
  • “Kiss your sorry ass good-bye, baby,” Skull taunted, closing the distance between himself and S/O. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya.”
  • He swung the bat at them, and they just barely evaded it.
  • “Damn it, get a grip!” S/O growled, despite the fear that threatened to paralyze them.
  • The two briefly continued their scuffle until Skull inevitably overpowered S/O; he was far stronger when it came to physical strength
  • “Gotcha!” The bat collided with S/O’s abdomen, and the metal nails that were embedded on top dragged across S/O’s flesh, provoking a pained cry from them as the steel ripped their skin open.
  • They crashed to floor and winced upon impact; tears waterfalled over their eyes as they clutched their injured stomach. It was a miracle they were still alive.
  • Skull’s figure stood over them, his chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raised his bat once more. The tone in his voice was mocking as he proclaimed, “This is prolly gonna hurt.”
  • S/O sealed their eyelids shut and braced themself for impact, but it never occurred.
  • When they reopened their eyes, the bat was an inch within their face, and the look on Skull’s face was one of horror.
  • “No way… did I do this? Oh god…” He dropped to his knees next to them and quelled the urge to vomit from the amount of hatred that boiled within him; S/O was the priority right now.
  • Skull muttered panicked apologies as he frantically searched his garb for bandages. Once he found them, he seated S/O up and wound the gauze around them.
  • Their grunt of pain caused another slur of apologies to resound from Skull.
  • He couldn’t look S/O in the eye post battle; he was too preoccupied with silently cursing himself for being a monster that dilapidated everything he touched and loved.
  • Ryuji had considered breaking up with them to prevent himself from injuring them ever again; however, once he confessed this to Akira, the bespectacled boy scolded him and coaxed him to take responsibilty if he felt so guilty.
  • His words were harsh yet correct, thus Ryuji heeded his advice and confronted S/O, his voice quivering as he stammered out condolences.
  • He always embraced them around their waist, and if S/O ever felt insecure about wearing a crop top or a swimsuit that displayed their scar, he would tenderly encourage them to do so, stating that they would look wonderful regardless of what they decide to wear.
  • S/O attempted to disguise their self-consciousness on his behalf, but he was all too aware and it ate at him every time the thought invaded his mind.


  • The particular foe the Thieves were dueling had an affinity for casting ailments.
  • S/O had become a victim of paralysis, rendering them easy prey for the newly brainwashed Panther.
  • “I wonder how long you’ll last,” she giggled cattily. “Don’t let me down, okay?”
  • A swift yet powerful kick sent an immobilized S/O toppling to the floor.
  • The crack of a whip echoed throughout the chamber, and S/O’s eyes widened with terror; they understood clearly what fate was awaiting them.
  • Panther cackled; she likely felt the suspense wafting in the air. “Aw, don’t look so stiff. Maybe you should loosen up.”
  • The harsh leather of the whip combined with the blade that was fastened to the end immediately broke the skin on S/O’s back, and they emitted a blood-curdling scream as Panther relentlessly shredded the flesh on their back. 
  • “Yes! Squeal louder,” she commanded, digging her heel through the open wounds on S/O’s back.
  • Their consciousness was slipping away, and Panther ceased her torture right when they were about to close their eyes. 
  • “Oh my god,” she sobbed weakly. “S/O, god, I’m so sorry that I… y-you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll heal you, okay?”
  • S/O’s pain numbed temporarily, and they hadn’t even noticed that they were liberated from the invisible chains of paralysis until Panther uplifted them to wrap bandages around their torso.
  • She hastily kissed their cheek and rejoined the fray, dishing out thrice as much damage to the Shadow than before.
  • Panther was uncharacteristically quiet on the journey back to reality. No words could properly compensate for her unforgivable deed. 
  • Ann mustered the widest smile on her face in S/O’s presence, but when she was isolated in her room, she would curl up in bed and weep, the image of S/O’s tattered and bloodied back flashing behind her wet eyes.


  • Fox was entirely to agile and precise regarding combat; it was almost unfair, and S/O would have felt pity for his enemies had they not been deemed one themself at that moment.
  • Their normally composed boyfriend had been wiped from existence, only to be replaced by the malevolent individual gradually unsheathing his katana.
  • “I can hardly restrain myself with the desire to paint this chamber with your blood.” He chuckled sadistically as he trailed his tongue along the blade of the katana. “I’m certain the sight would be even more beautiful accompanied by your delicious screams.”
  • Fox suddenly became a blur as he dashed forward at S/O, and they barely managed to shield themself with their arms.
  • The edge of the blade redundantly and mercilessly nicked their arms until Fox’s sword pierced straight through one of their hands.
  • A guttural wail followed, and Fox vindictively smirked, relinquishing the blade as slowly as possible for the purpose of S/O feeling every millimeter of it scraping the surrounding flesh. 
  • Liquid leaked from S/O’s eyes, and the sound of their pain reverberated off the walls of the corridor. 
  • By the time Fox was healed of his ailment, his katana was still buried in S/O’s hand, and took tremendous effort to subdue the compulsion to flinch back.
  • “Oh god… what have I done?” 
  • Fox immediately attempted to relinquish the sword, and every yelp that bubbled out of S/O sent a shard of torment through his heart.
  • Once the blade was removed, Fox procured bandages and proceeded to patch up the injury.
  • “Please forgive me, god, please forgive me…” he chanted while clasping S/O’s hand and wiping away their tears.
  • Subsequent to that day, Yusuke would never fail to kiss S/O’s scarred hand every time they spent time together.
  • “You are as radiant as ever, my dear,” he complimented, provoking a blush to creep upon S/O’s cheeks.
  • However, despite their feeble attempts at hiding it, Yusuke noticed that S/O grasped their hand and winced if they engaged in arduous activity that required its use; even writing for an extended period of time resulted in electrifying pain coursing through their nerves.
  • Yusuke’s heart shattered every time he witnessed, yet he never averted his eyes; he vowed that he would never repeat that mistake again.


  • Being on the receiving end of Queen’s hostility was frightening indeed; her formidable ruby glare was sufficient enough to detain any opponent that dared to cross her.
  • S/O retreated a few paces and their alertness skyrocketed; Queen was not only commendable as far as sheer power, but she was nimble and quite sturdy as well.
  • “Queen, don’t do this,” S/O pleaded. “Come on, talk to me.”
  • The cracking of her knuckles nearly made S/O jump out of their skin. “I don’t believe words are needed for what I’m going to do to you.”
  • “Snap out of it! I’m on your side.”
  • Queen’s only response was a deadly chuckle. She charged at S/O, every swing of her fists concise and powerful.
  • The training that S/O received from her paid off; they dodged her vicious onslaught of attacks with ease.
  • Queen suddenly halted mid-swing, and a confused expression blanketed her face. “…S/O? What’s going on?”
  • S/O sighed with relief; the fight was taking its toll on them, and their muscles quivered with exhaustion. “Queen, thank goodness.”
  • They approached coffee-haired girl, and their heart palpitated when Queen flashed them a vehement grin.
  • S/O wasn’t quick enough to defend themself Queen’s hook, and the wallop rammed against their temple. They saw stars as they impacted the cold, hard surface of the ground.
  • S/O could have perished from such a keen strike; luckily, the Metaverse bent the laws of reality and allotted numerous exceptions; however, death could not be nullified, and fatal damage was certainly existent.
  • Queen crouched down and prepared to launch a fist directly into S/O’s nose, a blow that would surely be lethal.
  • “How stupid of y… huh?” Queen blinked a few times as her mind returned to its stabilized condition.
  • “Queen…” S/O flimsily uttered. The headache that ensued was splitting, and the vicinity was spinning around them.
  • “Did I do this to you?” she gasped, delicately brushing her fingers across the open wound adjacent to S/O’s eyebrow. The gesture elicited a whimper from them, and Queen timidly jerked her hand back. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll heal you immediately.”
  • Self-deprecating thoughts permeated Queen’s mind, most of them pertaining to how useless and stupid she considered herself.
  • Upon returning to reality, Makoto buried herself in work when she wasn’t with S/O to redress her incompetence. 
  • The jagged scar on S/O’s face served as a reminder of that.


  • Noir retained the ability to recover from ailments speedily; unfortunately, that moment arrived too late for S/O, and they reaped the consequences.
  • Her psychotic leer widened as she turned her gaze upon S/O.
  • Her ax glistened under the dim light of Mementos; S/O could faintly see their petrified reflection peering back at them.
  • “Don’t look so grim, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle when I chop you to bits,” Noir snickered morbidly.
  • The clacking of her onyx heels against the pavement provoked S/O to tremble. “This isn’t like you. You’re a part of our team, remember?”
  • The strawberry-blonde musketeer ignored them and gradually strutted within their proximity.
  • A single encounter with that sharpened ax would ultimately lead to S/O’s demise, thus they remained vigilant of any trace of action.
  • What Noir lacked in fleet-footedness was compensated for raw force, and she was merciless when she executed her foes.
  • The thief incessantly swished her weapon at S/O, and they could feel the wind from it as it barely grazed them.
  • They underestimated its reach and they were hastily overwhelmed, resulting in their literal downfall.
  • S/O desperately strived to crawl away from the impending attack; however, Noir’s ax shimmered as she elevated it.
  • “Be a dear and hold this for me.” The metallic edge of the weapon split the meaty part of S/O’s thigh, and a gargled shriek was exuded from their throat.
  • However, Noir’s cocoa eyes glazed over and she regained consciousness once more right upon impacting their thigh. A sole gloved hand whipped up to her mouth at the gruesome spectacle, simultaneously gasping with tears in her eyes. “S/O… I’m…”
  • She shook her head and forced an expression of determination, alas, her quivering voice revealed her uneasiness. “I-I’m going to help you, okay? Here, bite down on this. I’ll… try to be quick.”
  • Noir folded and placed her cravat in S/O’s mouth while she spoke. Now wasn’t the time for panic, not when S/O was suffering.
  • She counted down to one and unfettered the ax from their thigh, and their jaw clamped down on the fabric encased in their mouth muffled their bellow.
  • “I-I’m sorry,” Noir stammered, “but I need to stitch you up.”
  • Milady provided a numbing spell, and Noir procured a petite sewing kit since she usually carried it with her to occupy herself in the Mona car.
  • S/O’s consciousness was subsiding from the aching in their leg, and Noir stuttered out condolences or words of mediation.
  • Once the stitching was finished, Noir assisted S/O while returning to the car, and she was speechless during the ride back home. 
  • Surprisingly, Haru’s determined spirit wasn’t tarnished, and she was infinitely more adamant to bear the responsibilty of S/O’s injury; therefore, she utilized her abundance of resources and ensured their recovery.
  • She wasn’t immune to shame, though, and she apologized whenever she glanced upon the scar left from her recurring lack of control.
100 Days of R/Hr: Day 14

Prompt: “Talk Too Much” by COIN

Prompted by: @hello-blue-roses

So, this one sort of came out of nowhere. I had never imagined this taking place at this point in DH before today, but thanks, song prompt! It borderline doesn’t fit into canon, but I read the RoR / Room of Hidden Things scene over again in the book, and you could possibly stretch the timeline while Harry’s separated from them + getting accosted by Malfoy to include time for this to go down. It was also the last place for them to have a very brief acknowledgement of their status before Fred dies :(

Hope you enjoy! x

They were rummaging through piles of junk, rusted old bottles and sconces, torn books, furniture missing a leg… The Room of Hidden Things seemed to stretch on endlessly before them, and they had separated from Harry to cover more ground. At least they had a plan and Harry had seen the diadem before, Ron reminded himself, as Hermione reached up to push a small stack of filthy, wooden boxes to the side to see what was behind them.

“Ron… I’m sorry,” she sniffed, not looking at him, “f-for, you know, kissing you like that.”

These weren’t the words he wanted to hear after the best few moments of his life, but he hadn’t entirely ruled out this possibility, so he managed to answer her, trying to stay at least partially distracted by their search.


“It was a bad time to- but I just don’t care about that anymore.”

She shifted stacks of torn parchment atop a small mound of what basically amounted to trash, sighing.

“Yeah, I-”

“But those fangs could have killed us,” she interrupted again, “and I don’t know what’s wrong with me… why I’ve got to find the worst possible moment for everything. We were living in a tent for months, then all those weeks with your brother and Fleur…”

He couldn’t really bring himself to admit that he hadn’t even thought about the fangs, completely oblivious to the potential for one of them to stab through a leg in her haste to throw herself against him. He waited in silence for another moment, correctly suspecting that she hadn’t finished talking yet.

“I just wasn’t thinking,” she sighed again. “Sorry.”

He busied himself with a shuffle through a small collection of scorched cauldrons until he sensed that she was actually done this time, and he scratched the words out through his raw throat, more worried about leaving her to feel like she owed him anything than he was focused on the way his heart was sinking to the pit of his stomach, wondering why she thought she needed to be sorry in the first place… that maybe she’d made a mistake.

“I get it. We might die. You just… did something spontaneous.”

“What?” she half-whispered, moving toward him before he could comprehend what she was doing.

Her eyes flashed over to his, and a strange sort of deep gaze penetrated him, like she could read his mind. Perhaps he wasn’t hiding it well at all, too distracted with their task, aisles and aisles of endless rubbish, with the sounds of distant fighting echoing through the stone walls. But he tried to hold on to the way her lips had felt, her arms around his neck, rather than showing her how scared he was that she’d done something she didn’t really mean, in the middle of a war…

She pushed him back against a crumbling column, and, for a second, he tensed, thinking it might collapse under their sudden weight. Her hand was on his chest, which he tried not to focus on as she almost glared up at him.

“You think that’s why I did it?”

He licked his bottom lip, at a loss for what to say. He didn’t know what the correct words were, and he was too full of adrenaline and dust to think straight.

“Well, it’s not,” she answered for him.

“But you just said… Look, I’d understand, if it was.”

He thought back over her apology, not quite ready to commit to believing he might have missed something. The important thing was that they had to focus on the bloody Horcruxes, and she really had picked a terrible time to snog him and then say she was sorry for it…

“We can talk later, when all this is over, if- if we survive,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter right now.”

“Doesn’t matter?”

“I just mean… bloody hell. Honestly, if we are gonna die, I’d rather just think you wanted to do it ‘cause you-” He broke off and cleared his throat. “Y’know, that you’d have done it whether or not we were in this shit right now. I should just tell you, anyway, that I’m fucking glad you did it. I mean, you know me. I’m not sure I’ve done that great a job hiding it lately, but I’ve fanc-”

Her fist tightened in his shirt and she tugged him toward her, kissing him again. It took him several seconds to comprehend what was happening before he gripped the back of her neck with his right hand and kissed her back. She pressed her body all along the front of his, standing up on her toes to reach him. And then, too soon, it was over. He opened his eyes and blinked down at her flushed face.

“I didn’t want to say the wrong thing again and confuse you,” she whispered, trying to excuse herself. “And, we’ve got a Horcrux to find.”

He was finding it hard to remember how to breathe, but she’d immediately pointed out, without needing to explain in words, that all his doubts about how she felt were entirely self-driven. Her apology now looked like something different. They could have spent months together, if they’d just done this before, when they’d had an endless stretch of quiet nights together in a tent, weeks of safety at Bill and Fleur’s. Now, they’d managed two effing kisses, and he might not live to see the sunrise.

“That’s twice you’ve done that now. Isn’t it my turn?”

“I can’t believe you thought it was just spontaneous.”

“We were in the middle of a conversation. Both times, actually.”

“But does it still count as spontaneous if I’ve been wanting to do it for about three years now?”

He felt his lips twitching, the dread that had lodged in his stomach earlier had completely dissipated, and he was pretty sure his arms were coated in goosebumps. They really ought to be searching for the damn diadem…

“Diadem, snake, Voldemort, Prefect’s Bath,” she said quietly, clearly agreeing with his unspoken words, reluctantly letting go of him and backing up a small step.

His grin spread slowly across his face as she shyly chewed her lip and abruptly turned around, rummaging through old jewelry boxes as they could finally hear Harry moving on the other side of the aisle again. Ron walked up behind her to reach a tray of silver goblets over her head. Evidently surprised by his proximity, she turned around under his arm, gazing up at him. He kept his eyes on the silver he was looking through as he felt her watching him.

“Not up there,” he said.

He reckoned they should both really stop taking so much and start just doing what they actually wanted to do. So far, that had worked out far superior to all the overthinking and jealousy they’d gone through for years. And he was free, knowing she returned the feelings that, for him, had grown to surpass love, even.

“We have to win,” she said.

“We will,” he answered, and she ducked under his arm to break free, opening cabinet doors across the aisle and peering inside.

“Not here either.”

They might not have time to put words to everything it meant, but he wasn’t even sure if they really needed them, anymore. He took hold of her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles, encouraged by the way she smiled, determinedly tugged him further down the aisle to keep on looking.

Quoting Dead People

Using quotes from people who are revered for their wisdom is cool. 
If, and only if, you back it up with logic and/or studies that show their words were correct. Just because a dead person is revered does not mean that everything they ever said is correct or even reasonable. Some dead people said some really dumb shit when they were alive. Some of those dead people are now revered and people take ALL their words as ‘word of god’ type poop. No - they are words of regular people who were really good at some stuff.
They are not gods. They are people - just like you.
Their opinions on stuff outside their specialty are not worth any more than anyone else’s opinions.
Einstein’s opinions on social interactions are not more valid than your’s just because he was a fantastic mathematician and great physicist - unless we discover that there is quantum particles that control that :D

ANYWAYS - to sum up my babbling - just because someone was great at a thing does not mean that everything they ever said is ‘word of god’ and using them as a source to refute someone else without logic or studies to back up the words is not a good idea. Smacks of hero worship rather than thinking.


I’m better now.

I was given praise in my growth as I woke each morning
Instead of threats and insults cursed with a warning
I was withered-wilted in a crack of the concrete
And your sun beat down with scorching heat
I couldn’t grow…I couldn’t even breathe
But she came around so compassionately..
She said
“you can grow again”
As she bent down on one knee,
Her eyes brimmed with tears
…She began to water me.
Now I’m no longer dead,
I’m no longer wilted,
Now I am a towering tree,
My self-love flowing free
Her words were kind when they corrected your lies
And I began to see myself through her patient eyes
See when you help another up off the floor,
It’s not codependency-
it’s showing them the door,
They can choose to open it,
Or they can choose to ignore,
But you either clip the birds wings,
Or you nurse them to soar.

She taught me to soar.


Baby Boy (Mature)

I stormed inside my house, throwing my bag on the floor with great force, causing the object to smash on the ground, making a loud noise as the gold brads has came in touch with the white tiles. The annoyance in my was obvious. I have had enough of the recent day. At this point I was a mixture of every single, negative fucking emotion I could possibly think of & the outcome has been surprisingly more highlighted by my behaviour than it was supposed to be. And, I did not care.  

‘Babe? What’s wrong? Was that you, making-’ My boyfriend became visible to my sight as he rushed to the corridor with a concerned look on his face. This was cute. He was cute. The way he cared; he just seemed so innocent. In contrast to me, probably the first time in forever.

Instead of giving him the answer, I rudely interrupted, taking his face by both hands and pressured his body to lean down and reply to my needy, sloppy kisses.

'Y/N, what the fuck?’ Justin spoke up, surprised by my sudden actions, placing his hand on a lower part of my back, pulling away, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

'Just, shut the fuck up.’ I spat, with no warning jumping on his body, as my legs wrapped around his waist, causing himself to take a few steps back, because of the sudden weight put on him. I could tell he was shocked, answering all my intense kisses with a slow motion.

I was worked up, literally eating out his face; the wet marks I have left behind, were creating trickles of spit, going all the way down on his chin. There was no memory of me coming up with such dominance in the past - but, I liked it.

'F-Fucking hell.’ He muttered, having issues with catching up on his lost breath as he threw my body onto the couch, looking down at me with so much dilemma hiding behind his big, brown eyeballs.

'What is going on, Y/N? Why on Earth would you just walk in and literally throw your body at mine? Damn, I wasn’t even-“

'Are you fucking done?’ I raised my eyebrows, looking at him like he was a crazy one in this situation. I sighted deeply, knowing that I am taking my language way too far, which only came to my realisation when I saw the mimic left on his precious facial.

'I’m sorry. I had the worst day going,  all I want is to make myself feel better, that’s it, Jay.” I muttered after a couple of seconds in silence, fixing myself on the couch. Normally, the shame would start flowing through me, but normally this would never happen, so I didn’t plan to justify my doing in much detail.

'I get it, don’t be sorry. Do you wanna talk about it, babygirl? I can help, I know what it feels like, just talk me though it, yeah? I’m here for you, I’m here to listen.’ He said straight after I have apologised for my actions, sitting himself right next to me, when he put his hand gently on my knee. A kind smile has appeared on his face and I could see that he aimed for the best. Justin was such a sweet boy, he made it hard to be tough on him.

'No’ I answered, taking his hand into mine, standing up just to sit in astride on his lap, placing his hand underneath my blouse, high on my hip, as one of my fingers was delicately pressed onto his wet, filled lips, so he may not protest or ask unnecessary questions.

'Do you remember all those times when you came back home pissed as hell? Did we talk, babe? No, you threw me around the house and fucked me like a fucking slut. It fucking helped you, didn’t it? You cummed deep inside me or all over my face and it made you feel better, right? Now, I want that. Fuck talking, I just wanna cum all over your dick and make myself feel really good, so you, you shut the fuck up, and you do what I tell you to. Fucking behave’ I snapped once again, breathing heavily with all the emotions as my fingers slipped inside Justin’s t-shirt, taking it off his body.

'Fuck, this is so hot, don’t stop.’ He mumbled under his breath, which made the corners of my lips go up. I definitely was no expecting such a positive, enthusiastic reaction from a boy who would give me spanking for cumming too early, but this was a good sign. My hand grabbed his chin, pressing on it with force, which made him look up at my eyes.

'Oh, you like that, don’t you, babyboy? Look at you, already so hard, I can feel your cock so well, someone is being a very needy little thing, am I right?’ I said with much proud, taking satisfaction of his red cheeks, as he realised that my words were completely correct, no matter how bad he wanted to deny them.

'Watch it, Y/N. I can have you cumming in a matter of seconds, but I can also make you beg for an orgasm and not give it to you at all. Be thankful, you know I don’t do this, you can’t do anything you want with me, you ain’t the fucking b-boss.’ His voice stammered as I undid his belt, slipping my hand inside his boxers. My notice of his words at this point was very little, because I knew I would feel an urge to kill him with my own hands if he carried on talking.

'Yeah, whatever, babyboy, I think you need to let mami take care of you, don’t you?’ I licked my lips slowly, looking deeply in his eyes, as my fingers scrolled through his already hard length. I couldn’t stop the excitement as Justin’s member grew bigger and stiffer, all because such simple actions that I had control over.

It became clear to me why he loved being dominant. What was there not to love? The other person being completely dedicated to you, no matter what you say or what you do. How you can take away their ability to breathe normally or think straight. This desperation visible in their eyes, screaming out for more. And most importantly - the power. How you rule their bodies and there’s only so little, almost non-existent amount of things they can do compared to you. This feeling was exquisite; absolutely addictive.

'That’s what I thought, good boy. Now, I will pleasure myself by using your body, what do you think of that? You are such a big boy down there, I think you will do just fine to take away my crucial demands’ I winked at him with a little smirk on my lips as he did not say a word. It was almost funny how always just the tips of his fingers made me cum immediately and here we were now, with this little change of roles.

'Tell me, Jay. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me to fuck you.’ I commanded, not taking my eyes of his even for a fraction of a second as I slowly got up just to take my leggings all the way down to the floor, in an easy tempo, to get Justin even more heated for what is coming. His face was hardly trying to stay un-bothered, so he could let this delusional 'men-pride’ stay on, in pair with keeping his alfa status. For his unfortunate, this only kept me motivated. I sat back on his laps, placing his hand on my naked ass cheek.

'Mmm, babe, your fingers feel so good on me, you are so fucking good. Do you wanna fuck me as bad as I wanna fuck you?’ I whined into his ear, biting the tip of it, as my behind pinned onto his boner which followed his loud, unexpected moan.

'Y-Yes. Oh, fuck yes, I want you to fuck me so bad. Please do, I wanna cum inside you, so deep that you will be feeling me for the next hours, coming back to what we were doing. Make me cum, please,’ The words just left his mouth, one by one, as his breathes became heavy when the set of beautiful, brown eyes was locked on the moves my hips were making on him.

'Oh, baby, you have made me so wet. Ugh, now I need to make you cum, you did well in terms of making me even more happy for what I wanna do with you.’ I chucked, exactly how Justin used to do to me everytime he made me do something he was really excited to experience.

With no further hesitation, I took his member out of the Calvin Klein boxers, positioning him directly opposite my woman part. A very little material of my thongs was moved to the side, as me and Justin both took a big breath in, watching the erotic scene we created.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, so tight!’ Justin moaned out loud as I slowly sat down on his length, making myself gasp in the sudden feeling of desire flowing through myself. I was in a rush by that point. Both of my hands rested on Justin’s torso, which helped me with my balance, as my hips were moving up and down. All of me was highly committed to my moves. I wanted and I needed more. My ass and his balls were slamming onto each other, making the characteristic noise spread across the room, collaborating the mixture of swear words, moans and heavy breathes.

'Am I fucking you good, baby boy?’ I panted, looking at his face when my fingers made their way to his neck, grabbing it harshly, so he paid attention to me only.

’S-So good, too good.’ He quickly responded, knowing that there is no other way now; it was me fucking him and nothing else could be added to that matter.

'I’m already so fucking close, you better be close too.’ I bite my bottom lip, feeling his own thrusts in me, when his hand squeezed my ass. I rasped out, as the inflow of emotions hit in, throwing my head to the back. More force was put into every, single jump, because  I grew impatience. Knowing that Justin would start feeling too comfortable with me reacting this way I sat down on all of his dick, pressing harder onto his body, so hard, that I felt a minimum amount of pain inside of me.

'I’m gonna cum, mami.’ He breathe out, trying to control the moans coming out of his body, but he couldn’t. The sweat was running down his forehead, his mouth was wide open, he was so into it, he was shaking, which was an unusual for me sight. And this was an automatic turn on. To make a boy who could make me come out of my senses come to this exact state.

'Cum with me, Jay. You know what it feels like when I’m just about to let go. Do it with me, no second after or before. Just with me. Make mami happy.’ A desperate whimper left my mouth, as I started jumping with a quicker speed, able to feel my juiced scrolling down on Justin’s cock. My nails scratch his abs, which only made my boyfriend more ready to join me. I screamed out his name, placing the whole of my shaking body on himself, as my walls tightened around me, filled with a hot substance, hitting deep inside of me. I numbly felt on himself, not being able to move a muscle, because of the intense intercourse we have just had.

'How the fuck am I supposed to get you off me, you are so tight around my dick.’ He groaned, not being able to collect himself after everything, same as myself. He was now back to his normal, cocky, too confident self, I could see that. And somehow I loved that.

'You did well, baby boy.’ Silent chuckle left my mouth, as my lips left a sweet, big kiss on the place behind his ear.

'Okay, I admit, this was so fucking hot and I will let you do that to me anytime you want, but don’t get too used to it. Next time I’m angry, I will fuck you up, you will see. I counted how many times you called me a 'babyboy’, trust me, I will use it against you. You will regret ever speaking out like this.’ He mumbled, turning around to face me and kissed me with so much passion, taking away my ability to breathe that I have just gained back. I didn’t really care about the future sex he planned, what mattered was that I have finally got over my stupid worries. Thanks to my own baby…boy.

Kidnapped Scenario - Dazai Osamu

Hello! Since both of these requests are somewhat similar in terms of scenario (despite one of them being a continuation of an earlier scenario), I decided to combine them (???) kinda. I hope you two don’t mind! ^_^’ I also used gender neutral pronouns because then it’s easier for everyone. I’m also taking a leap by writing in the third-person P.O.V of the reader, which is a new experience for me since I usually write in the third-person P.O.V of the canon characters.

Oh, and look - it’s another long post (11 pages, but still). So much for my earlier promise of shorter ones. C’: 

Under the cut, because of the potential triggers for violence and kidnapping, and also drug-induced comas, even though it isn’t actually stated. I think it can be classed as angsty, but Idk honestly. There is also swearing.

I apologise for any mistakes you encounter, but I hope you enjoy!

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Daydream [I]. Mari

Note: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did; rather than the tsurime trio, this is centered around the SecondVerseQuartet (Mari, You, Chika, Kanan). The story won’t be long, it’s broken down into 9 hopefully short chapters. This story will be mostly told through You’s POV.
Warning: Profanity, violence and sex.
Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby
Words: 1,271

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???] 

I. Mari

“Feigning not hearing the voice of my heart”
As I run, my contradictions waver”

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I’m sure this has been brought up countless times before, but I just want to point out the fact that Bill never really addressed Stan by using a nickname. He’s done that for everyone else (question mark, shooting star, pinetree, six fingers, fordsy, etc.), but he’s only ever called Stan by his actual name. Even when he addresses Stan’s family he says “Stan’s family”, not “fez’s family”. He does say “the old man” at one point but that’s about it.

From what I can remember, he’s only used a character’s actual name amongst a myriad of nicknames.

The Secretary Pt.5

Warnings: Smut Language

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

You waited until he fell asleep to make your escape. You held your breath and slowly moved from under his arm, scooting to the edge of the bed before crouching on to the floor. You searched around the dim room for your clothes. If you didn’t get out now, you’d be forced to go to the dinner and you weren’t about to sit through that and act like everything was all hunky dory when it wasn’t. You were tired of having to buy insane amounts of makeup to cover up the atrocious marks he continually left on your body. Tired of him using you only for your body when he knew, he knew that you felt something for him. Tired of having to work yourself to death on a daily basis. You were starting to think that he enjoyed this. That he enjoyed watching you suffer at his hands. Dick. You really were done. That really was the last time he was going to lure you to bed with that soft, low voice he liked to use, and the small touches against your side. You weren’t going to let him manipulate you with his kisses. Nope. Not anymore satan. 

Hurrying from his room, you ran on the balls of your bare feet to the elevator, afraid to make any sounds. The further you got away from his suite, the more liberated you felt. It was satisfying to leave him there alone without him knowing you had gone. You pressed the down button on the elevator and it dinged, the doors sliding open. You dropped a shoe as you stepped inside, “Shit.” You cursed under your breath. A pair of hands grabbed on to your sides, scaring you. You yelped, jumping away from the unknown person. You turned around and there he was. His hair messy, eyes half closed. “Gotdammit Jiyong..” You huffed, placing a hand over your heart. It was beating wildly in your chest, making it hard to breathe. “Could you not warn somebody?” You hissed. “Like you did when you left my room?” He asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow. “If I remember correctly, the words, ‘Don’t go’ were used. Correct?” You barked out a short laugh, “You’re joking…”
“Who said I was joking? I didn’t tell you that you could leave.” He stated. The elevator doors closed behind him. Your mouth dropped open, “You didn’t tell me I could leave? Like I have to ask you permission to do something?” You closed your mouth and turned away from him, pressing your lips together. He reached in front of you and reopened the elevator doors, grabbing on to your wrist and dragging you from inside. You fought him the whole way back to his room, “Jiyong! Let go!” You hissed as you hit at his hand. He stopped in front of the door, turning to you. You snatched your wrist away from him when he finally loosened his grip enough for you to do so. “____________..” He started. You slapped him. Hard. “What the hell?” The look on his face was enough to make you regret ever leaving his bed. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He leaned in close to your face, really close. Uncomfortably close. You were out in the open. Any one could walk by and see you. “Ji-Jiyong, I…”
“Don’t speak.”
“B-but I-..”
“What did I just say?” You snapped your mouth shut and pulled your face back a bit. He was way too close to you and it wasn’t doing you any good. His cologne wafted up to your nose and you wanted to bury your face in the front of his t-shirt. 

“You don’t leave unless I dismiss you.”
“Is that not the terms of our agreement?” You tried to think back, but his closeness was making it hard to do so. He was distracting you, yet again. “You do as I tell you, when I tell you to do it. No questions asked. Is that not what we agreed upon?” He asked you, voice rising. You flinched away from him, clasping your hands in front of your chest defensively. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you stood there in a tension-filled silence. His jaw tensed and you wanted to die. Why must you be so attracted to him when he was angry? Regular, cold, and distant Jiyong was great. But when he was angry? All bets were off. He could have you any way he wanted to right now. You didn’t care about how much it could potentially hurt. You didn’t care that it would be like salt to your wounds if you slept with him again. You didn’t care about any of that. "Since you want to go so badly, go. I really won’t stop you this time, ________________. We are done here. You’re dismissed.” And with that, he left you standing stupidly in front of the door to his suite. What just happened? Was it really over? Was he really letting you go? Just like that? There was no fight whatsoever. Did he care nothing at all about you?  You kicked at the door and slammed your fists against it. “Fuck you!” You yelled at the thick, wooden door. If this was how he was going to play it, fine. You walked away, head held high. He wasn’t going to break you down that easily.

……….Or so you thought. 

Pack your shit.
That was the text message he’d sent you. Your chest tightened as you stared down at your cellphone. What the hell? You fought with yourself on whether or not you should respond. Thinking it was better not to, you threw your phone on to your bed and crawled under the covers. This had to be a joke. There was no way he’d send you home alone. 

An hour later, there was a knock on your hotel room door. You rushed over to it, thinking it was Jiyong. You opened the door, ready to go off on him for the text he’d sent you. It wasn’t him. It was his travel assistant. “Mr. Kwon sent me to gather your things.” 
“Gather my things? For what?” 
“I do not know the details. I was sent here to gather your belongings and escort you to the airport.” Escort to the airport? He was seriously doing this? He was just throwing you away like this? Like you hadn’t spent the last year of your life bending to his will whenever he saw fit? No. Hell no. Not today. “Where is he?” 
“I can-..”
Where. Is. He?” 
“____________, please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’m just doing my job. Can you grab your stuff so we can go?” 
“I’m not leaving until he comes to talk to me, instead of sitting in his room like some pussy ass bitch. No. Where is he?” Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Jiyong stepped into your room, adjusting his suit jacket. “Why aren’t you packed?” He turned to his assistant, “Step outside for a moment.” His assistant bowed at the waist and disappeared, shutting the two of you inside. “Did I not tell you to pack your shit? Did you think this was a game?” 
“The fuck is your problem Jiyong?!” He looked disinterested. Bored even. “You wanted to go.” 
You laughed incredulously, “I can’t believe this shit.” You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips. “_______________, I hardly have time for your tantrums. Pack your shit and let’s go.” 
“I’m not about to let you treat me like this. I can’t get that year back, asshole. That’s a year of my gotdamn life, catering to your ungrateful ass.” He raised an eyebrow, “Ungrateful? Have I not treated you well? Are you not satisfied with how things are?” 
“Fuck outta here with that mess, Jiyong. You know damn well you haven’t treated me right.” He scratched between his eyebrows with a chuckle, shaking his head. “I moved you into a new apartment. Your car? I bought that. Cellphone? Yeah, that’s me too. All of those designer clothes and handbags? Me again. You don’t pay bills. You don’t have to want for anything. At all. Who is that thanks to?” He paused, letting it all sink in. “Ding, ding, ding. Me. So don’t tell me I didn’t treat you right. Pack. Your. Shit. Now.” He was so close now that you could smell his toothpaste. 

He adjusted his already perfect suit jacket again and checked his cuff links. “I’m moving your flight time. When I come back in an hour, you better be ready to go. If not, it doesn’t matter. You’re leaving here with or without your stuff.” He put a hand in his pants pocket and walked to your door, rapping on it with his knuckles. His assistant came back inside, making room for Jiyong to get out, “Oh, I almost forgot.” He turned back to you with a smile, “When I get back in town, I’ll have your papers processed and ready to go. You’re fired.” The assistant closed the door and you could feel the angry tears welling up in your eyes. You were fucked. Royally fucked. There was no way he was going to allow you to stay in your apartment, or keep your car, or even your cellphone. There was no way you were going to let him get away with this. No way in hell. There had to be something, anything you could do to break him. 

There had to be. 

thebibi  asked:

Thank you so much for your translations! Out of curiosity, where did you get the novel from? And if its a novelization of the anime, does that mean you know the ending? ((also how much more Avilio/Corteo stuff is there, the part you posted was so sweet, seriously!!))

Hello! The novel is available on Amazon here. I’ve linked to the Kindle version (I’m so glad there’s a Kindle version; that’s quite rare for an anime novelisation!) but there is also a beautiful hardcopy for sale. As you can see, it only covers half the story (up to Frate’s death etc) - the other half will be compiled in a separate novel with release date TBA. It does however include some original text: the prologue, which is a happy snippet of daily life featuring Avilio, Nero, Corteo and Barbero, the Avilio POV Interlude I translated earlier, as well as a longer extra story called ‘The Melancholy of Barbero’, which covers his and Nero’s backstory as well as how he comes to be suspicious of Avilio. (He actually holds a meeting with Nero to accuse him, which was a pretty interesting scene to me!)

As for Avilio/Corteo, I’ll put it under a cut because I’m biased and for spoilers/anyone who sees this and wants novel info w/o shippy stuff.

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Fallen Angels, ch. 2

Title: Fallen Angels
Chapter 2: Before – “I struck the board and cry’d, No more.” This chapter is all flashback.
Rating: M for language and cartoon violence (as they say at the movies); there may or may not be salaciousness later, depending on how the story develops.
Characters: Loki and Sigyn
Description: a post-apocalyptic, MCU-Norse mythos mash-up; science fiction/fantasy
External validation and constructive criticism actively and shamelessly encouraged. I have tried to tag everyone that asked, but not all of them are working :( I will keep trying.
Thank you again and again (and again), @icybluepenguin​, for your help and encouragement and editing. This story is vastly better for your help.

Ch. 1 – Walking with unblest feet
Ch. 3 

The young woman eyed Loki suspiciously as he stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to see Eir,” came the curt reply.

She rolled her eyes before she bothered to answer, “She’s at the tourney. You’ll have to make due with me.” She waved into the room and directed him to a comfortable exam chair.

He scowled and crossed his arms. “No. I need to see Eir.”

“Too bad. She won’t be back for hours. They need her to tend to all of your friends when they crack open each others’ skulls.”

Loki scanned his obstacle from head to toe — tall, sturdy, pragmatically dressed with an utterly nonplussed, confident stance. Arrogant.

“No. I’m not here to deal with an apprentice.”

She scowled darkly. “Journeyman,” she corrected, turning her back to return to a desk at the far side of the room. “Suit yourself. You can wait here or come back later, but Eir is stuck out on the field for at least another two hours until your brother gets tired of beating everyone up.”

Loki scowled back at her. “Fine. I’ll wait.” And make you as miserable as I can while I do it.

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Without Conviction

Prompt is from phanfic’s challenge of the week: 80’s songfic! (x)

Mine is an angsty version of Karma Chameleon, and I hope it works out.

Warnings: Swears


Genre: Angst

Length: 3,398

Summary: Phil has a secret that will crush Dan. (wow how cliche sounding…shush just read it). Written in first person, you read as Dan for the majority of the fic until the last section where you read as Phil.

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literally nothing makes me happier than lets players meeting up in real life and being nice to each other