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Why You Should Pay Attention In Class, Feat. Dad and Dr. Puck

Gather ‘Round everyone, it’s time for another installment of Family Lore!

So back in the late 60′s  dad was getting his undergraduate at Cal Poly, because Dad was an early proto-nerd  (like really, he wrote a bunch of the groundwork for the thing that would eventually become the internet), and Cal Poly had one of the first comp sci programs in the country.   Also, it was like 10 miles from home, so he didn’t have to move out. However, because this was undergrad, dad had to take a bunch of non-major courses, so he decided to do geology because he’d been good at identifying rocks in boy scouts.

The course was taught by  gentleman named Dr. Puck, yes really, who was a brilliant geologist, but teaching a bunch of somewhat uninterested just-out-of-high-school kids about rocks can wear on you, even if you aren’t some sort of deranged fey creature.  So he tried his best to make it interesting, and Dad and most of the other kids had a fairly interesting time.


Dad recounts that there were two girls in class who spent the entire time blowing off lecture, talking and generally being a distracting nuisance, until they heard that a quiz was coming up, then they’d pester and bully anyone for notes, usually Dad.  This went on for about three months and virtually everyone in class was grinding their teeth at these two, but Dad in particular, who did not appreciate being accosted in the hall by these two, who would alternately offer sexual favors for his notes, or threaten to start rumors about him if he didn’t help them study.  Puck knew some shit was up, but dad wasn’t eager to start legal action in his first semester, not to mention it was the 60′s and rampant patriarchy would have meant nobody would have believed him.

One Day, Dr. Puck organized a field for the class to the Santa Cruz Mountains, which are full of all manner of interesting geology things, most notably, fossils.  Really stinking cool ones.  Everyone is having a nice time hiking through the hills, looking at all the picturesque geology, when they round a corner and see a Big Goddamn RIB, just sticking out of the side of the trail.  Everyone goes OOOOOOH appreciatively, and Puck explains that this is an ancient Whale that UC Santa Cruz was digging up, but he knew someone in their geo department, so he got the goods on the site.

He then explains, in grand gestures and with the sort of vivacity that only people of Fey ancestry can muster, how this used to be an ancient seabed, but due to the magic Natural Geologic Process of Continental drift and Uplift, this whale was now some 2000 feet above sea level.  He spent a good twenty minutes telling the tale, while everyone took notes.

Almost everyone.

Literally the moment after Puck finished, one of the girls finally noticed the GIANT FUCKING RIB and asked him “But Dr. Puck- how did  whale get all the way up here?”

Puck, somehow, did not explode, but instead stood up to his full five-feet-and-one-and-one half-inches and explained in his most deadpan, eloquent lecture voice.

“This is a Great Flying Whale of the Cretaceous Period.”  He gestured at the Rib.  “They used to migrate here to Santa Cruz to breed, from their winter grounds in Hawaii, and would build magnificent nests out of kelp.”

Dad recalls stuffing his notes into his mouth to keep from laughing.  His more silver-tongued classmates began to chip in.

“Didn’t they used to eat Stegosaurs?  Just swooped down and gobbled them up.”  a student asked, trying not to snicker.

“Indeed!  They were far from the gentle giants we have today!” Puck agreed.  “Teeth the size of your arm, and long sticky tongues to catch smaller prey with.”

“How did they fly?” Asked another, ready to hear a choice piece of bullshit.

“Oh, gravity was much weaker back then, so they could ‘swim’ through the air with only the aid of a few helium bladders.”  he nodded sagely.  “Yes, and when they fossilized, the bladders were preserved.  Santa Cruz has some of the finest Helium mines in the world thanks to these magnificent beasts.”

“Wow.”  Muttered one of the girls, scribbling notes furiously.  Dad unwaded the parper from his mouth, ready to drive the nail into the coffin.

“Is this going to be on the test?” He asked, sweetly.

“Oh yes.”  Puck nodded gravely.

Sure enough, two weeks later, there was a test, and at the very bottom was the following:

“EXTRA CREDIT: explain everything innacurate/wrong about The Great Flying Whales Of The Cretaceous Period.  One Point per Idea that makes me Laugh.”

And that’s how Dad walked out of geology with 106% and the invaluable knowledge that people will believe ANYTHING if you speak with enough conviction.

anonymous asked:

The Minyard last name reminds me a lot of the french word "mignardise" (pronounced minyard-eez) which means a tiny version of a dessert, a mini pastry, and honestly if "tiny pile of sugar" isn't a definition of Andrew idk what is

not to alarm you or anything but this is stupendous & you’re a comedic genius

If I had character tags you can bet your bottom dollar that I would be stealing “tiny pile of sugar” for andrew

a little bite-sized dessert wow how much do you think french-speaking neil absolutely calls andrew his mignardise :////

Bestfriend!Hyungwon (Smut)

This is my first piece of writing so bare with me! Also, I suck at titles. Basically, Hyungwon and you share an apartment and he has got one hell of a curious cat inside him.


“Hyungwon, what in the hell are you doing?,” You half laugh, half deadpan as you catch him wracking his way through your underwear drawer.

He immediately sits up from his haste, his tall stature now back to his full size, “Um, I was, I mean,”

His deer caught in the headlight stare and his stuttering speech means he was definitely up to something no good, and you were determined to figure out what it was.

“Excuse me perv! What are you doing searching through my underwear drawer?” You choke out through laughter; this situation was in no way alarming to you, you have caught him making his way through your things many times before, but never your personal items.

“I was looking for your black lace panties!” He blurts out, like he finally got something off his chest, like he was revealing something that had been bothering him for quite some time.

“Okay?, why?” You say monotonously, obviously unbothered by his confession, which seems to make him even more nervous.

“I need them..” He trails off, seemingly very embarrassed by his own words. “I need them to masturbate!” He almost yells out, his eyes screwed shut.

Now this you didn’t expect, why in the hell after 2 years of living together, have you just now caught him using your underwear for his own bodily pleasure?!

“What the fuck, Hyungwon, how long have you been using my panties for your sick fantasies?” Your voice is now raised, but still holds what seems to Hyungwon, as humor.

“About a year..” Hyungwon’s voice is much quieter now. His voice holding shame; like he was just scolded by his mother.

“Why?” You ask quietly this time, your mind wondering to all the places it probably shouldn’t. “What the hell?!” You thought to yourself, is this turning me on?!

After a long pause, he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes again. “BecauseIliketothinkaboutyouwhenItouchmyself.” He rushes out, almost incoherent and quiet that even sonar technology couldn’t pick it up.

“Huh?” You ask, walking a bit closer to him only to have Hyungwon take two steps back.

“I use the underwear to cum into, okay?!,” He starts in a loud tone, “I’m a filthy perv and I should leave..” Hyungwon says, a lot softer than before, but still with force and shame.

“Hyungwon..” You say, inching a bit closer to him, softly grabbing his arm, “I’m not mad at you, just surprised, and if you wanted to cum in my panties, all you had to do was ask.” You say jokingly.

But, Hyungwon still stands there, a blank expression on his face and a glint in his eye you’ve only ever seen once before, but, that was when he brought a girl home and you just happened to have been walking through the hallway past them; off topic though.

“Y/N, are you really joking right now?” He deadpans, stepping towards you.

“Well, y-yeah I mean are there other things to do in this situation?” You laugh, trying to step back, but his hands wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place.

Instead of answering, Hyungwon uses his hold around your shoulders to push you in closer, your lips smashing together, almost hurting you both.

“Hyungwon,” You moan out between his rough kisses, pushing his shoulders back a little, “Shouldn’t we talk about this first?” You ask him, a serious look etched in your features.

“Haven’t we done enough talking?” He breathes out, his chest heaving a lot heavier than yours is; You did kind of interrupt his almost masturbation session.

“I mean, I guess..” You smile, teasing him, “But, shouldn’t we talk about why you use my panties as a cum bucket?” You jokingly pin point, running your finger across his plump upper lip, slick with saliva.

Hyungwon lets out a snort, a small blush creeping its way to his cute cheeks, “Isn’t obvious or are you just messing with my feelings?” He pouts jokingly, leaning in to you more.

“Is it because you liiike me?” You couldn’t help but tease him; he did rifle through your underwear drawer, and admit to using your favorite pair of undies as his personal jizz wipe.

He has a serious expression on his face this time, like he almost zoned out while listening to you speak. You follow his eye line and realize he’s staring at your lips.

“I think you should stop the teasing and finally let us what we both want.” He says sexily, cornering you till your back is against the wall by your bedroom door.

“What is it we both want?” You say breathlessly, making direct eye contact with his glazed over eyes.

Again, instead of using his words, he uses his lips, and you don’t back away this time, you don’t interrupt his silent hard kisses, and the way his hands wrap around your hips.

The kiss becomes way more intense than you anticipated and it’s making the arousal you’ve had since he admitted to taking your panties for uh, personal reasons.

Surprisingly, Hyungwon pulls back this time, heaving out a heavy, “Are you sure?” while rubbing his hands comfortingly along your hip bones.

“I’m sure, now fuck me so you can stop stealing my panties.” You try to be sexy, you really do. But, the fucker laughs, and the moment is almost ruined till you grab the outline of a very hard, very large bulge inside of very tight pants.

“Ugh,” Hyungwon chokes out, almost falling on top of you, using one of his hands to hold your hip while the other one lands above your head.

“Not laughing now huh, Hyungwon?” You whisper, sliding out from under him and pulling him to the bed. You push him down, straddling his lap and leaning down to whisper in his ear, “By the way, you know those black lacy panties you were looking for?.” He nods, “I’m wearing them.” Your voice drops dramatically and you don’t even recognize it for a split second. But, Hyungwon seems to have a very larger problem as soon as the words spill out of your mouth.

Suddenly, your body is being flipped over and a very tall boy with fire in his eyes is leaning over you and speaking the most filthy words you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth, to you,  “Just the thought of you wearing those panties that I’ve jerked off in so many times makes my cock so hard baby,” He all but moans out, biting his bottom lip.

You freeze as the words flow out of his beautiful lips. The only sound that can be heard is Hyungwon and your heavy breathing mixing into the air. You finally catch your breath, looking up at him once more, “Please fuck me.” You whine pathetically, growing impatient upon hearing his teasing words.

“Wow, you’re really impatient.” He chuckles, taking your pain as his pleasure. Masochistic bastard.

You have enough of his teasing, pushing him off you so you’re on top again. You hastily unbutton his pants, pushing them down his impossibly long legs till they’re at his feet.

He stares at you with a smirk, his hands behind his head. “In a hurry?” He says condescendingly.

“I wouldn’t be teasing, Mr. ITake(Y/N)’sPantiesForMasturbation,” You spit back at him. His smirk immediately falls and he glares at you. “That’s what I thought.” You smirk, straddling him once more. You take off your shirt, your bra immediately falling afterwards.

“Holy shit,” Hyungwon whimpers, probably having imagined them before, “They’re even better than I imagined.” Yup, there you go.

“Well I would hope so.” You joke, reaching your hands down to unbutton your jeans, pulling them off in a haste.

“There are those pretty panties.” Hyungwon mutters after your pants are long gone, “Keep them on.” He demands, right before you hook your thumbs in the waistline.

“Okay,” You say submissively, knowing how this is gonna turn out. Hyungwon’s definitely in charge.

Hyungwon pushes you up till your straddling his chest, “I can’t wait till my cum fills those panties of yours.” He mutters, almost to himself.

“Then hurry up already.” You push at his chest like a child, pouting and whining.

“Okay, scoot up.” He pats your ass, motioning for you to move onto his face with his other hand.

You hesitate, you’ve never ridden anyone’s face before, and you were scared that he was going to suffocate. “Hyungwon, I’m not sure about that.” You say with hesitation evident in your voice.

Hyungwon sighs, “(Y/N), you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but, I promise you, if you do this, I’ll make you feel so good.” He pushes a a small strand of your hair away from your face, looking at you with such sincerity that you believe him.

“Okay, but pinch my thigh if you can’t breathe.” You mumble, moving so your hips were right above his head.

“Move your panties aside,” He pants, almost dying of anticipation, he’s been waiting for so long, and he’s finally going to get what he wants.

You do as he says, moving the lacy fabric away from your almost dripping pussy. When he doesn’t do anything for what feels like hours, you speak up, “Is it ugly?” You say, insecurities breaking through. It was a ridiculous question, yes, but you were nervous, and Hyungwon mindlessly staring wasn’t helping.

“God no,” He moans, “It’s fucking beautiful.”

Your first initial reaction was to laugh, but before you could, Hyungwon dives his tongue flat against your clit, “Oh, fuck!” You squeal, not prepared for his attack. You would never imagine the meme face, frog prince would be such a good pussy eater, you had never imagined he could find your g-spot within seconds of sticking his long tongue inside of you. “Hyungwon!” You moan out as he skillfully slides two of his long, slender fingers inside your gaping pussy.

“Baby, quiet down, you’re gonna get us evicted.” He breathes out pompously. How he could still be teasing in this situation was beyond you.

“But I- Oh my god!” You almost scream as he adds his tongue in with his fingers, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he expertly eats and fingers your sopping wet pussy. It’s only been about 5 minutes and you’re already about to squirt your juices all over his beautiful face. “Hyungwon I’m, I have to!” You mumble out jumbled sentences that he seems to understand. He picks up his fingers and his tongues pace, almost devouring your little pussy whole.

“Almost there, baby?” He lets out, almost as breathless as you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You shamelessly moan, ready for your release. Your thighs start to quiver and it gets harder for you to hold yourself up. Hyungwon notices this and removes his fingers completely, replacing them with his mouth, this time eating you like your his last meal on earth. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You squirm on top of him, almost crying and screaming. You feel a gush rush out of you, embarrassingly fast and in large quantities your juices spill out onto Hyungwons greedy tongue.

You’re slouched over, only being able to hold yourself up by Hyungwons grip on your hips.

“That was amazing.” Hyungwon says enthusiastically, making you almost want to laugh, but you’re way too tired for that.

“Is this the part where we cuddle and confess our love for each other?” You say tiredly, climbing off of his face to fall on your back next to him.

“Nah, I think we can save that for when I don’t have a raging hard on and a sticky face”

anonymous asked:

alice in wonderland & seventeen au?

- instead of alice in wonderland get this
- he’s lying outside in a flower field just watching the clouds when he suddenly hears someone go like “I’VE NEVER BEEN LATE IT’S ALL THAT STUPID SEOKSOON DUO’S FAULT”
- chan looks up and sees a bunny with pink hair and he’s like “WOW WHAT A CUTE LITTLE BUNNY”
- the bunny turns to him and glares “who are you calling little
- but before chan could say anything, the bunny looks down at his stopwatch and his eyes widen when he sees the time
- he then runs off without another second to lose
- chan screams “wait!!” and chases after him and he ends up falling down a huge rabbit hole
- when he reaches the bottom he sees the bunny and calls out to him “bunny wait for me!!”
- the bunny just turns to him and goes like “I HAVE A NAME IT’S JIHOON OKAY NOW SHUT UP I’M LATE” and he runs off again
- chan’s like wow what a meanie
- and as he explores the most beautiful world ever he discovers it’s called wonderland
- he meets a cheshire cat named jun who appears and disappears at will
- and instead of speaking in riddles, jun just says a bunch of cheesy things that make you cringe for life
- seokmin and soonyoung are tweedledee and tweedledum
- rather than disagreeing on everything they always agree even if it’s THE DUMBEST THING EVER
- chan comes across this tea party in a beautiful garden and seungkwan is the mad hatter
- he sings at the table nonstop and performs cardiopulmonary resuscitation on any food the march hare vernon effed up
- cute little dormouse minghao sleeps at the table but wakes up and cheers the loudest when chan shows them his michael jackson dances
- he meets caterpillar wonwoo who just reads books on a mushroom all day
- tries to give chan advice but stumbles on his own words and chan has no idea what he just said
- before chan could ask him to repeat wonwoo becomes a beautiful butterfly and just flies off and chan’s like ok
- jisoo is the white knight who saves chan from any harm
- mingyu is the black knight who chan thinks is super cool but mingyu falls off his horse all the time and drops his sword every time he tries to get it out of his scabbard, basically he’s not cool at all
- jeonghan is the red queen who wants chan aka his baby
- instead of “off with your head” jeonghan says “whose baby are you?” and if you don’t say you’re his lmao see ya
- seungcheol is the king who probably ate jeonghan’s tarts and doomed all of wonderland
- when the house of cards falls apart, two cards fall in front of chan
- the ace of diamonds and the seven of diamonds
- that has nothing to do with anything i just thought it was a cool idea lmao
- chan suddenly wakes up and he finds himself back at the flower field and by then it’s already sunset
- “oh so it was just a dream…”

this was so much fun to write!! thank you for your request anon!! ^^

One year anniversity of Asagao Academy

wow. It’s been a year already?

Honestly, I am so glad I decided to check out this game. I don’t really know how I came over it, but it has probably been one of the most life changing games I’ve played. It has given me friends I never wanna lose, experiences I could never have payed for and just broadened my horizons.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you Cara and Danielle! <33

godblessintheflesh  asked:

20, 70, 88, 100 :):

(thank u !!!)

  • 20)  What are some of your pet peeves?

mmm nothing really comes to mind rn except when my little brother fucking burps loud as anything I tell u I try not get mad over things but goddamn

  • 70)  What inspires you?

honestly? nothing. I’ve never heard or seen anything that made me go “wow I’m gonna change something about my life” it’s always a gradual realization that I come to on my own

  • 88)  What language(s) do you speak?

I speak English and a bit of Hebrew

  • 100)  Top bunk or bottom bunk?

I am never satisfied. when I have the top I want the bottom and vice versa

Taylor wasn’t having such a good day. From the paparazzi all in her face to feeling down because she was feeling overwhelmed and anxious and trying her hardest to please everyone. Everyone has bad days right? Calvin was always there for her and tried his best to make her feel better about herself, but what happens when her insecurities get the best of her and causes her to push him away? Will they both give up on the relationship or will they fight for their love?

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Lies= female privilege

So i’m getting into this long debate with this guy in my comment section and i figured i’d post my last response because fuck, it’s long. Hahha. I type to much

To give you a backstory, when I asked him to give me an example of female privilege that had nothing to do with misogyny or a woman’s position in the context of a man, he said that women have the ability to lie and get away with it. He went on to say that if a woman ‘didn’t love you anymore" she could make up lies about you. 

sorta kills me how dudes always seem to bring up their previous relationships in conversations about social justice. 

You can read everything here

“ There are always multiple ways to achieve the same goal. In the conversation about women, their experiences and struggles in life, you have no say. You cannot and should not describe to me what my life is like, i’m perfectly aware, i’ve been there the entire time.

Saying "men like you” is not a lie. Ironic how you posted the definition of a lie and didn’t see how it didn’t line up. If you made the assumption that I was a bad person, that isn’t a lie=that’s an assumption that didn’t turn out to be accurate.

You haven’t even really answered my question about lies. If the only example of female privilege you can provide me is that women can lie, then you don’t have much as lies are not gendered-this should be obvious.

Anti-feminists don’t believe in feminism and they have numerous reasons for this, not all of them consistent.

MRAs can be anti-feminist, but not all of them are. MRAs can support feminism and believe that feminism is in pursuit of men’s rights. However, they can also believe that feminism is the antithesis of their position and the cause of all of their problems.

At the end of the day, you need to recognize your place in this conversation. To be completely blunt you don’t have one. I have explained this to you several times, but there are always women who will see misogyny as a benefit to them. that doesn’t mean that it’s a structure we should maintain or defend. Men benefit the most from misogyny, which is why they are so defensive in conversations about it. They fear a loss of privilege. If you speak to anti feminists, if you speak to MRAs, you will find that there’s generally this notion of a loss. They fear, for example, “the extinction of men”. Which isn’t literal, but rather the extinction of the things they believe make them men-most of which relate to or are informed by misogyny. They react negatively in conversations about sexual harassment and often will try to describe a situation in which they have it worse off than women ever will. This ignores the fact that devaluing women places them into these situations. It ignores the fact that men are often the victims of violent crime because men often have access to violence and violence is seen as a way to prove that they are truly men Of course there are dangers to being a man of course men are judged a certain way and held to certain expectations and of course that isnt’ fair and is very oppressive, but we should examine that they are generally held to these expectations because they do not want to be associated with women.

You opened this conversation up with
“Even though you don’t like their calls you understand they are not oppressing you, just doing their jobs. One of the main problems today is that people don’t understand men, or just find it easier just to attack them for playing the role that most women including feminist like. ”

The thing that stuck out to me is “for playing a role that most women, including feminists like”. This idea that women, full stop, like something or prefer something is dangerous-especially in the context of street harassment. You cannot enter into a conversation with the insinuation that most women enjoy this type of attention and expect for me to not instantly categorize you with men who are oppressive towards women. See, the bottom line here and the general issue I have is that you prioritize your voice over the voices of women. I’m sitting here, as a woman, saying that at the end of the day there s not benefit really to me being a woman and you’re thinking that I’m holding that position for some great power of being able to say “oh wow I have it worse than you” as opposed to me simply speaking about what I’ve actually dealt with in life. Because you are a man you view this conversation as one that I willfully participate in. A conversation that I have because it benefits me. Like most people who benefit from axises of oppression, you have to tell yourself that this is a conversation and a position that I occupy so that I can get the great benefit of being a “victim”. So that I can sit around and complain all day about how hard things are for me and see pity. So from the start, you invalidate my position. You roll your eyes at the things I say and you don’t see them as a reflection of real life. Being considered lesser than, being taken as weaker, less capable and more fragile is not a privilege.Male privilege is about having easier access to resources and the things that you want to pursue in life. Men don’t usually have to, as you’re suggesting, play into their emotions or fain weakness in order to see benefit to being male. They simply exist and navigate the world with the intrinsic understanding that they are capable. No need to put on a show outside of performing masculinity to disprove femininity.“

Rocking the Tom Ford (all boys)

Requested by Anon - Will yo please do one where you and the guys have been friends for almost 10 years but they’ve never seen you dressed up like only in skinny jeans and baggy tops and one night they want to take you to an award show so you surprise them and wear a dress and heels and when they come to pick you up they all just stare at you for the first like hour or something haha

You knew how lucky you were. You have been best friends will Ashton since you buys were 9 and when he joined 5SOS, you suddenly gained 3 new best friends. It had only been 3 years since that happened but damn did time fly. You were never really a total girly girl and they all seemed to accept that. Your nails were usually painted black and your style consisted of skinnies and vans with one of the boys’ shirts. You always felt more comfortable when you wore bigger shirts but you refused to buy them. 

“Holy shit balls, guys” Michael yells from the living room. When you walk in to the room you see them crowded around Michaels laptop, looking at an email.

“What’s wrong?” you asked them.

“We got invited to the Brit Awards!” Luke told me excitedly.

“Wow, that’s awesome guys! Congrats” I told them. 

“We’re allowed to bring a guest you know, do you wanna join us?” Ashton asked. I know I looked stupid standing there with my mouth open and my eyes wide but I couldn’t help it. 

“You really want me to go?” I asked stunned.

“Yeah, why not?” Ashton replied.

“Wow, yeah that would be so awesome!” I exclaimed. I thought to myself that I would have to go out and get an outfit that would be appropriate for an awards show but I didn’t know where to start. I knew Lou would be busy  since her book was coming out in a few weeks, but it couldn’t hurt to just ask her for some advice, right?

3 days had passed and the boys had all been taken out with Liz individually to find a new outfit for he show. When I called Lou she insisted that not only  did she want to go with me, but she wanted to do my make up for the event. I felt honored that she would take the time to do that for me when I’m just that girl that is always with 5SOS. 

“You look amazing” she told me once she put the finishing touch on, red lipstick to match the pumps I was wearing. 

“I feel like a doofas” I told her.

“You only feel that way because you have never been this dressed up” she teased back.

“You are right. I just hope the boys like it. I don’t want to embarrass them if I can help it” Lou said her goodbye and left the room. She had to pick up Lux from her babysitter before 5 and she was running a little behind. Looking in the mirror I saw something that blew me away. The dress that I was wearing was strapless and cut just above the knee. It was in classic black and had a lace overlay. My hair was in a very elegant updo with a few pieces hanging down here and there which were curled and my makeup looked awesome. All natural colors but the eyes were almost like smokey eye. I had the red lipstick to match the shoes and I could only hope and pray that I would to trip in them. My jewelry was as simple as it could get, a bracelet that Ashton got me for my 16th birthday, a ring Calum bought me for my 19th since he saw me staring at it every chance I had, earrings from Luke when I graduated last semester and a locket that Michael bought me for Christmas which held a picture of me with Luke and Cal on one side and the same on the other with Ash and Michael.

I took a deep breath and headed down the stairs. My eyes remained on the stairs as to avoid falling and it was only when I reached the bottom of the stairs that I noticed the house was silent. Something that NEVER happens with these four. I look up and notice that each of the boys was staring at me with the same expression on their face. They looked amazed.

“Wow” Ashton was the first to speak up. “I uh” he coughed “you look fantastic” he told me. The other boys nodded their head in agreement but didn’t say anything. When we were in the limo I could feel all 4 sets of eyes on me and I didn’t know how to feel. I was flattered that they kept looking but I was also a little upset that I had to go through all this work to get them to look at me like that. It’s not that I wanted them to fall in love with me, quite the opposite, but it would still be nice to be looked at like this every once in a while. We pulled up to the red carpet and Calum helped me out of the limo. I followed behind the boys but not close enough to be in the way and when we approached the first cameras I stepped back. I watched them answer questions for some different interviewers before Luke took my hand and pulled me in. 

“Y/N is all of our dates” he laughed out. “She is the best friend of the band and all the fan’s love her so we keep her around” I just smiled and stood in the middle. I was having a hard enough time acclimating to the fact that the boys were giving me extra attention but now I had interviewers and camera men looking at me too.

“Y/N, explain the outfit” one interviewer asked me.

“Well, the dress is a Tom Ford, the shoes are Gucci and the hair and makeup were done by Lou Teasdale” I told her.

“What about he jewelry?” She asked. I told her which piece was from which boy and admitted that I wore them everyday. It is my way of keeping them with me, even when I’m not with them. We made it through the red carpet and found our way to our seats. I noticed that the boys were still glancing every now and then but I felt relieved that it had died down to only being every few minutes. I was looking at the program we were given and gave a small jump when Ashton started talking.

“You really do look beautiful tonight Y/N I hope you know that” he said.

“Thanks Ash, you guys look pretty suave too” I giggled. 

“I’m sorry we are staring but we have never seen you dressed like this and God damn do we like it” he admitted.

“Luke is convinced we will have to fight the dudes off” Calum threw in.

“Nah” I replied “the only person you will ever have to worry about me with is Liam cause I know you guys are friends with him but DAYUM” I laughed.

I continued to laugh along with the boys until behind me someone spoke “I heard my name” and I froze. The boys knew I had a crush on him and it was an unspoken rule that he would NEVER be told about this. 

Ashton smiled “Y/N was just saying that you were the only one of the 1d guys that she had seen tonight”.

“Ahh, I see. I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’m being flagged down” he walked away with a smile. I turned beat red and hid behind the program.

“Just kill me” I mumbled.

“Meh, I think we will keep you around” Michael said and they all laughed.

The night was spent with tons of laughs, mostly at Harry and Louis who continued to make faces at us from 3 tables over. After the show was over and we were exiting I felt an arm around my shoulder and I looked up to see Liam walking beside me.

“Keep looking this amazing and the boys will have to start worrying” was all he said before he slipped his arm back off and walked off in a different direction. I blushed a deep crimson and got into the limo. I can’t even predict tomorrow anymore.

((Mun here, I just wanted to thank you guys for for being so supportive! Never before have I had so many people follow my stuff! The entire journey with this blog has been an amazing one thus far, and I can’t wait to deliver more content!

I feel like I’ve grown so much since staring this blog in November. Truth be told I had actually just gotten back out of a long 2 year funk where I almost gave up art. I had been browsing tumblr and began to come across ask blogs and thought “Wow, what a cool way to just have something to do”. Not long after Undertale was released and with the profound impact it made on me, the match seemed absolutely perfect.

A lot of people have been asking me about how to get better at drawing, so here’s the truth of it all:

As you can see I got a long way to go, but looking back at these 7 short months I’ve learned a lot, and it wouldn’t have been possible without each and every one of you motivating me. 

From the bottom to the top of my heart! <33 ))

title: make a dead man come alive

relationship: kaneki/hide

rating: general

word count: 1838

description:  Ajin AU: Ajin (demi-human): immortal humans who can’t die by war, accidents, sickness, suicide. Their wounds heal but the pain of dying still exists. A rare specimen which is hunted down and handed over to scientists to be experimented on for life. (Ajin!Hide and Ghoul!Kaneki)

His voice was so close, scent embracing him. Too much. If he continues to stay so close I’ll end up tak —

“—ing a bite. I don’t mind.”

Wait, what?

chapter: 3/?

chapter 1 chapter 2

beta’d by the beautiful @mildlycuriousdragon

Also I want to thank @arimasixa for the inspiration and motivation to finally finish this. Thank you so much for your stunning fanart.

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Lanyard Dreams pt 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Friends POV | Part 4 Your POV | Part 5 

I hope you guys enjoy this part I’m not too sure how I feel about it. Excited to see how all of this unfolds though! Thank you guys for all the lovely things in my ask and for reading my shit. <3

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- M


Luke walks into the studio with his head down at first but then suddenly puts on a smile when greeted by the radio host and co-host. Looking at him with such gloom your friend appears beside you

“Dude this is fucking awesome!” Then realizing your face her tone changes “Wait what the hell. Are you okay?”

Slowly feeling the build up of tears at the brim of your eyes you begin to walk away from the window where you and your friend were watching the boys. As Luke was talking on the mic he takes notice in you walking away. Your friend comes running after you with concern on her face.

“Oh my god what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?

Bombarded with a bunch of questions you feel your eyes fill to its threshold and large tear droplets drop from your face slowly and then all at once. Squeezing your eyes shut hoping for all these emotions to just vanish at the blink of an eye you lean your back against a wall and then slide down.

“I….I..I-” You say stuttering and not being able to form a complete thought

“Talk to me tell me what’s wrong so I can help you!” Your friend demands

“I fucked up! I don’t know…..”

“What do you mean? Luke’s crazy for you!”

“No…it’s not even like that!” You try to lower your voice hoping no one notices your total breakdown. “I’m scared! I’m actually terrified!”

Feeling your anxiety build up and like you can’t take anymore and wanting to explain fully to your friend but unable to you slide your knees to your chest and hug them tight lowering your forehead to them. Your friend sinks down to your level and with no words coming out of her mouth gives you the hug that you desperately needed. After a couple of minutes sitting in silence and only the sound of your sobs being heard you take a deep breathe in and then out. Looking up with your now swollen eyes you look at your friend whose face has softened from her highly concerned look not too long ago.

“Okay” You say hesitating on how you should begin to explain yourself. “Seeing all their fans earlier while we were in the car scared me shitless. Everything just hit me at once ya know. Like is this what I want my life to be? Do I want to be an ornament to Luke that all the fans have free range to bash and tear down? I’m not strong enough for this. I know you are but I’m not too sure about myself and it fucking sucks.”

“Wow. Girl I had no clue that you felt this way. I thought that you were just so into Lu-”

“No trust me I am. I feel like I’m balls deep already for this boy and that makes me scared. That’s the bottom line. I like him but I’m not sure if I’m ready to basically be a punching bag for everyone out there who doesn’t like me for the sole fact that I’m associated Luke.”

Speaking rationally your friend tries to understand you

“I get it girl. Trust me it has crossed my mind a few times when I just even look at Calum. But honestly fuck them. Fuck everyone that’s going to bash you and judge you without knowing you. You’re an awesome chick and Luke knows that. And you never know they might actually love you!”

Your friend always knew what to say to make you feel better about yourself and all the weird situations you get yourself into. Letting out a little sigh you hug your friend tight

“Thanks bitch you always know what to say.” You say jokingly

Sitting there for a minute to collect yourself then getting up you and your friend walk back to the window of the studio arm in arm. Seeing that the radio interview was over with you prepare yourself to face Luke once again. The boys head for the door and you feel you heart racing. Making eye contact with Luke through the window he sees that your eyes are red and puffy. Walking out of the door first comes Michael

“What the fuck Ash what kinda answer was that?” Michael says jokingly

“I don’t know it just came out I don’t even know!” Ashton laughs to himself

“Where the hell did you guys go?” Calum questions as he approaches your friend to stand beside her. She wraps her arm around Calum’s waist.

“Uhm we just went to the bathroom and then looked around the place. Did you see that Katy Perry poster over there Cal?” Your friend answered quickly so you didn’t have to explain anything. Looking at her you give her a little smirk and she returns it back.

“Ahhh you missed a funny ass interview but Luke here wanted to be all quiet and not answer questions so of course Ash did it for him” They all laugh while Ash shoves Calum jolting him and your friend to the side.

You shift your gaze to Luke where he still looks upset. He looks at Calum and gives him a little smirk that was nothing like his usual incandescence. You both meet eyes. The look in his eyes was something that you had never seen from him. It was almost a solemn, lost look that you knew was something you caused. You felt like complete shit. Questioning if you should go up to him Dave comes walking in disrupting the plan you had going in your head.

“Alright boys there’s some time before the acoustic show so you can just hang out in that lounge over there” Dave says while pointing to a room with couches and refreshments

You all make your way over there. Your friend and Calum hand in hand but you and Luke could not be further from the opposite. Calum takes notice in you and Luke’s disconnection and he whispers in your friends ear.

“Not right now….” Your friend whispers back to Calum with a stern look.

You all take seats on the couches. Deciding to not be totally obvious and awkward you sit by Luke. He places his hand on your thigh. What? Maybe he wasn’t mad? Confused you begin to look around. Did he just want to drop everything and go back to how you were on the bus? Feeling content at the moment you begin to relax your body and sink into the fluffy couches. The boys begin to talk about what they saw on instagram and twitter flashing their phones to one another. Calum gets up to talk to his mom on the phone. Your friend goes all heart eyes at the sight. You then see a couple of fans wearing lanyards around their necks begin to approach the couches. They were there for a special meet and greet with 5sos. When Luke sees them approaching closer he quickly lifts his hand from your thigh.

He knew.

He knew everything you were thinking. He knew that you were scared for what the fans would say. He just knew.

Shifting your body towards your friends you pretend to talk to her. The boys all get up to hug and greet the fans there. You try not to make eye contact with them. They were around your age. You hear all the boys being so lovely and giving them massive hugs and complimenting their outfits. These girls were not part of the younger 5sos fam. You felt intimidated. This easily could be them in your position right now. Trying to clear all the negative thoughts from your brain you turn to look at Luke for some clarity. He didn’t meet your eyes like usual. He was talking to the fans and laughing at what they were saying totally disregarding your presence. Feeling a fiery urge in you, you make the decision to confront Luke about all of this after the fans had left.

But they weren’t leaving…

“Hey why don’t you guys just come and sit with us till the acoustic performance!” You hear a voice exclaim. It was Luke’s.

Totally and utterly confused as to why he would do such a thing you felt your face grow warmer and warmer as the girls approached the couches you and your friend were sat on. They were gorgeous. Tall, skinny, with long, tousled hair dressed in all black. One about your height and the other ones taller. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to them and each time you did you felt shittier and shittier. As they sat down you and your friend gave them a closed mouth smile. Not speaking till you were spoken to. Feeling almost lethargic you wonder if what Luke and Calum told you was a lie. Did they actually always invite girls to hang out with them? You turn to look at your friend to try to get to the bottom of this.

You notice that she is on the verge of tears.

You grab her arm and begin to walk over to the table with an array of desserts.

“Girl are you okay?” You say to her

“Do you feel like they do this often?” Your friend said with a trembling voice trying to fight back tears.

“I don’t know but I swear if they do I’m going to be pissed.”

Feeling anger just at the thought of being treated like a groupie you rub your friend on the back trying to reciprocate the comfort she gave you earlier.

“Time to go boys and ladies!” Dave says while motioning to get moving

“We’ll see you girls out there! You better be jamming out or I’ll be pissed!” Luke says to the girls as they giggle and nod back to him.

Hearing those familiar words you realize that Luke had said the same thing to you before the show yesterday. You feel your head begin to spin and you feel so light headed. What did you get yourself into? How were you going to fix this for not only you and Luke but for your friend and Calum? You both were so invested in becoming something more than groupies with the boys and you thought they didn’t see you in that light. But at this moment you didn’t even know what to think.

As the girls left you were left with the boys. Building up the courage you ask Luke and to wait for a second.

“Luke? Can I…we talk to you for a minute?”

Looking apprehensive he walks up to you slowly.

“What’s up?” Luke asks

“Uhm…I just want to explain myself to you before this gets out of hand…”

He pierces you with his blue eyes almost like daggers. Thinking you were going to talk about how you didn’t want to be groupies you quickly change your mind.

“I’m scared” Taken back by how forward you were with those two words you bite your bottom lip.

“What? Of what?” Luke says with a questioning look

“Of us. Of everything. I just…I don’t know!” You say raising your voice subconsciously. You were confused.

“Oh. So what you said earlier on the bus…you didn’t mean it?” Luke said with a dwindling voice.

“NO! I did trust me I did. I just feel so uncomfortable at the thought of the fans. It scares me to think that they can get in between us. I don’t know if I could handle it. I feel like it’ll get to me and I’ll crack and go crazy.”

“No. Like I said earlier you’ll get used to it. Everyone has shit to say but if you know what’s true then it shouldn’t even matter. Honestly I thought you were regretting everything you told me earlier. You were starting to worry me. You can ask Cal I was mess during that interview” Luke’s face began to change to a gentler face that you remembered. He began to lean down to get to your level and placed the most delicate kiss on your lips. “Plus I’m totally into you, you wanker so fuck everyone else!” He says still connected to your lips. You feel his smile. It was the most beautiful feeling. You were so relieved at how small this whole situation actually turned out to be.

You choose to talk about the whole groupie situation later so it doesn’t ruin your high. You and Luke walk hand in hand to the area where the acoustic session would be. You see a bunch of teenage girls sitting there anxiously through a blacked out curtain. Taking a deep breath you and your friend slide through the black curtain first and are met by dozens of eyes. Making your way all the way to the back you try to remain calm.

5sos begin their set and it was amazing. They sang all your favorite songs. The acoustic versions were some of your favorites. During the songs Luke would look around but always meet his eyes back with you shooting you a smile. Calum had his eyes fixated on your friend like she was the only one in the room. Everything felt right again. You let out a sigh of relief.

When the set was done you all made your way out of the radio station and are then again greeted by tons of fans who waited outside for hours just to take a picture with them. Staying back you watch as the boys greeted them and took countless pictures. You see a fan whisper to Luke and look at you. He laughs and gives her a hug. This moment was so surreal. If you and your friend didn’t catch Luke and Calum’s eyes that day of your concert you would be behind that barricade waiting for them to spend 10 seconds with you. Not even asking for your name. You felt so lucky.

When they were all done the boys met you back at the car that would take you all back to the venue. As you all file in Luke looks at you and takes his seat.

“They think you’re beautiful” Luke says with his face so close to yours while giving your hand a tight squeeze. “I knew they would love you.”