you are also a glorious being

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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              A small portion of some of my favourite quotes from classic literature. Feel free to change and adjust them to your needs!


“ I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. ”
“ Don’t cry, I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is. ”
“ I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ”
“ Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women? ”
“ Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know ”
“ Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? ”
“ I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it. ”
“ Do you know where the wicked go after death? ”
“ Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are. ”
“ Will you love me in December as you do in May? ”
“ Hell is empty and all the devils are here! ”
“ Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear. ”
“ You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. ”
“ I have gone to the forest. ”
“ I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why. ”
“ One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ”
“ Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes. ”
“ If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. ”
“ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ”
“ Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. ”
“ Some are born great, others achieve greatness. ”
“ I didn’t mean no harm. ”
“ My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? ”
“ If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! ”
“ And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. ”
“ I want to ruin you ”
“ What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. ”
“ To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! ”
“ If I knew myself, I’d run away. ”

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harry & matt being their glorious selves for @daddarioswife 💖 happy birthday dani!!! i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed making it 😊

Only Thing That Matters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.324 (I just don’t know how to stop, lol)

Request: “ I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”

Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff. 

A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling! 


Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.

Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.

Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.

You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.

It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.

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So I got absolutely no idea how to animate in 2D whatsoever! …Also this is pretty terrible, but since it’s Dre I thought I might as well show ya *shrugs*



✏️ WOAAAAHHH DUDE THIS IS SO UNREAL

It looks so professional!! And your style is so unique, it really makes me think to a motion comic 83c✨Dude your talent stretches out so broadly, it’s SUCH AN HONOR you spend your glorious time coming up with such cool stuff for the precious bois I kno & love Q;A;Q 💖 TOO COOL BRAH TOO COOL

THANK YOU SO MUCH ;;U;;

Unintentional Jealousy

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Group: BTS
Member: Taehyung x y/n
Genre: smut.
Warnings/contents: jealousy, quickie (kind of not really), public sex in restroom, yeaaah. 
Word Count: 3,818+

Request: BTS has a comeback with female dancers and you’re paired with V. You go out to celebrate and are dared to do a sexy dance on a pole that is conveniently placed in the room. V gets jealous and fucks you in the bathroom.

Things happened fast. Too fast, actually. You somehow found yourself in the public restroom in the club with your dance parter. His long, slender fingers running up your waist and down to your clothed ass. The feel of his hands alone was absolutely wondrous. He had your full consent- you didn’t want him to stop. In fact, you silently hoped that things would escalate even further…

How had everything led up to this one moment?

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Let’s talk about hanzo shimada’s “Left tiddy”

Hanzo’s kimono is often part of a lot of jokes within the fanbase, which is fine because i love making fun of it too but i don’t think a lot of people know what his outfit really means aside from “Left tiddy out for comedic effect LOLOLOL”

I learned from curse entertainments, recently uploaded video called “Behind the hero: hanzo” which i will put the link here for anyone who wants to watch it.


it talks about things like the origin of hanzo’s name and the origin of his last name and who he is based off of if you wanna check it out if you’re interested.

Anyway, Hanzo’s Kimono is actually traditional Japanese attire for Archery sporting competitions.

They wear their Kimonos like this to stop any wind obstructions when strawing and aiming their bows. However this isn’t the type to wear when you’re in battle. His outfit also is just more than to show off his tattoo for “Bad fashion purposes”.

Speaking of his glorious tattoo:

His tattoo is a traditional form of Japanese tattooing which is known for being exceedingly painful and time consuming. Tattooing was done for spiritual and decorative purposes but in modern day japan, tattooing have an origin of criminality around them. It was outlawed for many years and tattooing was done underground and become associated with the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia.  His tattoo would seem to be why he’s part of the Shimada crime family, which probably have/had functions similar to modern Yazuka but they seem to be linked to the way he controls the dragons so it’s inking could be magic embedded so he can control them. I think it seems kinda rude to make fun of something like this, as long as you don’t go to extreme lengths with it because it’s not a style choice he just thought looked cool.

Is there another company more synonymous with corporate greed than Walmart? They’re the face of globalism, they’re notoriously anti-union and anti-minimum wage, and they actively scam the government out of billions of dollars a year on a level that can only be described as Lex Luthor-esque. Not to mention that the family behind the company, the Waltons, would fit right in at the Capitol in The Hunger Games. And then sometimes, when it’s run all the small businesses out of town, Walmart itself goes out of business, leaving small towns with no way to get groceries or John Cena shirts.

Despite being ultra-evil in pretty much every other way, the most politically hated company on Earth also happens to be the world’s commercial leader in solar energy capacity. The combined roofs of their stores now have the capacity to suck 100 megawatts from our glorious Star King.

Now, before you start thinking the higher-ups at Walmart have suddenly seen the green light, it’s a little more complicated.

5 Weirdly Progressive Moves By Otherwise Evil Corporations

What your Skullgirls Main says about you

Filia: Stale bread, water without ice, the newest season of the Simpsons aaaaaaand dirt. Also hair fetishes.

Cerebella: With the power of circus mafia titties, you churn out 360 command grabs, poke your opponent in the butt and hustle rocks. You’re gonna give it to them as your opponents suffer in anguish.

Peacock: You have good taste in cartoons but you don’t want anyone to have fun. You laugh at your opponents efforts to get past every projectile you throw at them and even if they do, you pull out a gun to send them back to hell.

Parasoul: You are full of swag and like flair within your combos, always creating new ways to frustrate the opponent with your careful placement of napalms and fancy combos with cuhrayzee overhead/low mixups to truly let all the swag burst out.

Ms. Fortune: Frequenting sites like 4Chan and FurAffinity, you spout out internet memes, thinking you’re hilarious while making many friends. Surprisingly, you have good execution with combos, burst baits and managing your head for spacing to catch your opponent off guard.

Painwheel: Sadomasochism at its finest, you are suffering incarnate, the worst character in the game with bad approach, awkward normals and overall weak pressure, but you toughed it out for 3 years for those delicious buffs to make you a monster with 40 frame overheads and ways to make your suffering onto your enemies ten fold with the damage you do. You are an inspiration to all players.

Valentine: Being a top tier since the beginning, people call you a tier whore for choosing such a flexible rush down character with ambiguous cross ups, mobility, tick throws and set ups accompanied with amazing pressure and resets but really, you just love a bad, ninja nurse with big titties.

Double: Probably a manipulative bastard in real life, always trying to sneak your way in to get your way and preach what you don’t practice. You barrel loop your opponent to death only to sneak in an ambiguous cross under air throw to reset the damage all over again and loop into catheads to stack all the damage you possibly can. You also support the funding of tentacle porn by the government.

Squigly: Your waifu, you cannot disappoint her and must mash divekick in the hopes of winning for her. You get easily offended when people say she smells bad for being a corpse and make angry posts online about it. Also you praise the glorious booty.

Big Band: You have no clue what you’re are doing, but that’s okay because you have moves with tons of armor that do tons of damages and give you untechable knockdowns while having the best dragon punch in the history of dragon punches. All you want to do is play your trumpet and go to your taunt into super with you TUBATUBATUBAing your opponents to death.

Eliza: You are an edgy person who like gore and making your everyone suffer. Sekmet is your best friend with unreactable double overheads and infinite armor as you go in, showing you’re a spooky skeleton not to mess around with. You walk like an Egyptian and sting like the Sahara Desert. 

Beowulf: All you think about is wrasslin, you live for the wrasslin and you breathe wrasslin but deep down inside, you know you’re a manchild with nothing better to do but throw chairs around and hope you can get a throw in to slam your opponents. You think you are the hypest character in the game but all of it is in your head and you go slowly insane as you keep playing him.

Fukua: As this character was made with no budget and effort, neither does your play style. You mash jump heavy kick into jump heavy punch for brainless pressure, zone with shadows and fireballs and go into command grabs with armor, you don’t need to think with this amalgamation of Seth from SF4 and The General from Kaiser Knuckle. Even with all the nerfs you have received, you still win all your matches.

Robo Fortune: You frequent sites like Reddit, Twitter and Tumblr while you spouting out dated memes and pretentious proverbs thinking you’re the cream of the crop but you have no friends. You stalk people on social media in the hopes of accomplishing some form of communication. However, your understanding of the game top notch, you know your set ups and you know the proper spacing to set up head traps and how to zone out out even the best of the best.

Either make Rey a Kenobi or have her lineage be unimportant. I really really want them to harken back to Obi Wan with the former, and it’ll still be my main preference – with all the glorious parallels that could be born from that scenario, I don’t think you could top it with any other storyline. Plus it opens the gateway for Ewan McGregor appearances in both this trilogy and a potential spin-off between Episodes III and IV – and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want that?? But I could also deal with the idea of her just being “a nobody” in the Star Wars universe, a woman naturally-gifted with the Force who was left on Jakku by callous parents who didn’t particularly care about her. (After all, why would she be left in the care of Unkar Plutt and why would she regard Jakku as her home? Why would she not know there was “this much green in the whole galaxy”?) To be clear, I don’t think they’re gonna make her “a nobody”, but I’d definitely prefer that to her being Luke’s daughter or Leia’s/Han’s daughter – I just don’t think those latter two would be narratively-satisfying. 

amistillfeeling  asked:

What are BB and Rae's favorite pairs of underwear, like type, color, etc

OHOHOHOHO

So, Raven starts off real practical. A simple black thong. I mean, she wears a leotard, so she can’t have any bunching. A thong is easy, and they aren’t exactly expensive.

However, one day, when her and Star go on a shopping extravaganza, she gets her into a lingerie store with all those fancy, girly panties and buys a set for herself and Raven.

At first, Rae’s kind of like…great, this is going to be uncomfortable. But Star isn’t dumb; she picks out stuff she knows Rae will like. So, definitely on the blue, purple, black side, satin and silk and the stuff that just feels good but also looks great without being too out there. (No glitter, just lace and see-through fabric). 

Raven tries them on and oh my Azar, she’s a changed woman. It feels glorious against her skin, and she looks hot in them (legs for days, and them hips). So, Rae kind of starts a secret collection of pretty underwear she basically saves for special occassions (aka, lounging in her room feeling pretty when no one’s looking). Thongs, g-strings, bikini, you name it. Girl has TONS (but she does really like the black lacy/silky stuff most).

As for Beast Boy? He goes commando a lot, because reasons.

But, he probably owns a handful of briefs he uses for every day. He’s totally the type of guy with that ‘lucky’ pair of underwear, and they’re probably old with holes while stupidly patterned or something.

On the other hand, I do think he’d own a bunch of colourful, themed boxers. Kid practically collects them like novelties. Like, if theres a pair with a meme on it? He buys them. Comic strips or super heroes? At the check-out. Christmas themed? Purchased. Animals and critters? Instant buy. (Brownie points if they’re green). 

Whether he wears them or not is a toss up. He’s often in a rush and just forgets them entirely, or grabs the cleanest pair hanging around. 

Thanks for the ask~ :D

4x05 - The Tinder Box (The 100)

All right. So, I lied.

I’m busy this evening, and tomorrow evening, and all weekend, and next week…soooooooo I’m gonna whizz through a quick-cap of 4x05.

Ultimately, my feelings are mixed, as they were post 4x04. There was good, there was bad. None of the bad was so bad to make me fully angry, but it was frustrating enough that I’m just like whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

SO.

THE BAD

-          I get it. This season only has 13 eps and it’s a fast paced ep, but the way they have handled Octavia’s death and Bellamy’s grief is an actual tragedy. FUN FACT: I hated the prison scene from last week. And while none of the Blake related moments in this episode are inherently bad, the fact that Bellamy finds out the truth almost immediately is SUCH a wasted opportunity. Yes, I appreciate that Bell was smart enough to figure it out. But what was the point? It ends up having literally NO effect on his relationship with Echo. We don’t get to see what Bellamy without Octavia would be. We don’t even get to see him see O alive as the big reveal. WASTED. And they could have done better. They could have shown Bellamy have his lightbulb ‘O must have warned them moment’ but then Kane could have talked him down, in an attempt to correct him in case they were wrong (ie. In case Octavia had made it back in time to warn them, but then died from her wounds – which, PLAUSIBLE). Then Bellamy could have made the decision to rise up and lead despite not knowing if O was dead or alive, which would have lent so much more weight to the decision. It also would have made his interactions with Echo more poignant. Personally, I take issue with Bell being so chill around her even when he knows O is alive. But seeing him trying to reason with her, and putting the needs of all above the death of his sister? HOLY GUACAMOLE GUYS. Admittedly, I can’t figure out any viable reason for Clarke to not immediately clue him in once they were reunited…so the finding out she’s alive when he sees her moment was definitely out, but this alone would have been so much better! UGH

-          As touched upon, I’m struggling with the Bellamy/Echo stuff. I see what they’re doing, and I like it as a concept but the execution is shaky. Bellamy is being used to prop up Echo, and he’s a main character. I see shades of Clarke/Lexa, but also Clarke/Roan here (and I think we are meant to see both) but sadly the writers don’t seem to have learned from their mistake last season with Clarke’s 3A arc. Bellamy’s heavy handed speech to Riley was just UGH. A) We KNOW by now that Bellamy has regrets. Good lord. B) Riley. C) The entire scene is framed around Echo and I just. I just.

-          I think this is the most irritated I have ever been at the writers usage of Bellamy Blake, and yes – I include all of S3 in that statement (I stan S3). And he had some GREAT STUFF, truly. Bob is a superstar. But, UGH.

-          Riley is the actual worst, and I hate the writers for treating us like idiots. If they had just pulled out a random Arkadian for this ep it would have been better. Having all our main characters act like Riley is suddenly relevant is insulting. I hate.

-          I think that is all the stuff I outright hated??? There were some other little bits that bugged…I’ll do a separate section…

Bits that bugged…

-          The last time we saw Niylah and Clarke, Niylah was pissed at her. Ultimately, I loved all of Niylah’s moments with everyone, but the affection was jarring at first.

-          Roan and Clarke’s conversation was ultimately pretty pointless. It wasn’t even that tense. Buuuut I’m glad they are friends again at least.

-          Ilian blowing up the tech was so obvious to me that the moment when they leave him alone to tend to O, I just kind of rolled my eyes. THAT SAID, I buy that the characters were all pretty distracted. So, fine.

THE WONDERFUL

-          Everything Raven continues to be great. I mean, it’s HORRIBLE, and IDK how the hell my girl is gonna survive this. BUT YOU GUYS….Raven essentially saying she’ll happily sacrifice herself for the others? Ajhsdbajsbdajhas

-          RAVEN AND ABBY HAVE BEEN SUPER IMPORTANT TO ME SINCE WAY BACK IN 1X02 AND THIS WAS LIKE…THEIR BEST EPISODE SINCE THEN. Did Abby call her baby at one point? AM I MAKING THAT UP? The cute little bit where Raven is all IT’S A TWO SEATER. Abby trying to get her to chill and then Raven echoing Clarke in 3x16 ‘You’ve got to let me go’. ABBY’S DAUGHTERS.

-          NIYTAVIA

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-          Ilian continues to be a compelling new character (fuck off Riley). I love the complexity of him blowing Arkadia up, but then helping both the girls. I continue to be intrigued.

-          MONTY THE MVP.

-          Marper are also growing on me, on a truly emotional level.

-          DAD MILLER FOREVER.

-          It is utterly ridiculous to me that Octavia was even attempting to walk, and that she apparently has zero broken limbs…HOWEVER, I feel like I need to point out that I have loved everything Octavia this season so there’s that.

-          CLARKE AND OCTAVIA

-          BELLAMY AND OCTAVIA. GOOD LORD AT THE END. AT THE END. And yeah, okay, they’ve still got shit to go through. But in a moment of trauma Bellamy cradles his baby sister, and O hugs him and cries. Fuck me.

-          The whole end sequence with Arkadia blowing up was perfect. I wish this director had directed the prison scene.

-          I AM PROBABLY FORGETTING SOMETHING.

-          But not THAT. Don’t worry. THAT gets its own section.

BELLARKE

-          THE HOOD REMOVAL SCENE WAS THE MOST EPIC ROMANCE SEQUENCE I EVER DID SEE.

-          What is a Marcus Kane? Clarke does not know a Marcus Kane.

-          I also j’adored Clarke’s reaction to there being no word from Bellamy or Stephens. Such a S2 throwback. I also hope Bellamy told Clarke to sit down before he revealed Stephens fate, because that’s gonna be traumatic (OH ALSO RE. ECHO…she just casually slit the throat of an Arkadian last week. The writers think we won’t care bc it’s just a rando but GUESS WHAT WRITERS, that rando was one of Bellamy’s PEOPLE and I do not BUY THEM BEING BFFS. MAKE ECHO EARN IT YOU MONSTERS)

-          Clarke maintained her composure for the most part, but it was glorious when Roan called her bluff. And I feel like now is a good time to reveal I have re evaluated 3x15. Back then, I argued that Clarke would – ultimately – have let Bellamy die, as she was going to with Abby. I’m not so sure anymore. These moments weren’t entirely comparable, because here Clarke DID have other options. But there is no doubt Roan knew that Bellamy would break Clarke, and she knew it too.

-          The Roan+Clarke/Echo+Bellamy scene seemed perfectly mirrored, so as much as I’m annoyed by the Echo stuff I’m also not concerned about romance.

-          CLARKE LOVES TO TOUCH HIM

-          That final shot of the Blake family IS EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING TO ME. I like that Clarke checked on Niylah, but then the writers had her back with the Blakes. It was SUCH a family shot. And I also really liked that Bellamy was the one on the ground cradling O, while Clarke was the one standing. Mah ship loves to subvert all the things. It’s great.

So yeah. It was a mixed bag. Fingers crossed 4x06 gets this season back on track after a couple of annoyingly flawed episodes. A Bellarkoan roadtrip oughta do it!

I watched Tangled Before ever after (finally!) and I liked it a lot. It was a lot deeper than I thought it would be though.

But a few things:

1. Flynn Ryder (or Eugene Fitzherbert) I love you and I wanna marry you. I loved his “I wanna raise our kids here with you.” I didn’t think I would ever hear a disney prince speak these words but now that I have heard them; I wanna hear them again. And again. And again. Also his “I grew up poor and alone and that’s why I wanna be safe and sound in the castle” kinda got to me and I wanted to hug him. 

2. Cassandra was a good character. I loved her banter with Eugene. 
Cass: “How’s the water?” Eugene: “Dark and cold, just like you.” Ha! Keep it coming.

3. The hair!!! I don’t mind the short, brown hair at all but with the confidence Rapunzel handled that hair with… woah. When the wig came off and the shoes came off it was just… magical. She was shinning and it was glorious to see her being back in her old self. More of that please!

4. The animation. It’s not good nor is it bad. I love the animation style but for Tangled it’s kinda weird. (Since it’s computer animated) but I still loved it. It was very colourful and lovely, just like Punzie.

5. The hair 2.0 It gave Flynn a reason to call her “Blondie” again and yeah.. it’s amazing.

6. The dad. I’m sorry but this is the character that I feel is the most different from the movie. He doesn’t seem like the same character. I get that the movie had a different situation  but imagine movie!dad saying “As your father and your king!” It’s just not… him. He seemed more laid back in the movie. I liked the character but it wasn’t the same as the movie. 

7. The songs were great. I love “Wind in my hair.” 

8. The way the hair grew back is intriguing and I wanna know more. 

9. I’m excited for the series to start.

10. That’s it. 

What do you guys think? 

anonymous asked:

Dearest Jalapeñokins? I was wondering if you could do me a favor if you are able and feeling up to it? ( I'm sick af right now..your writing gives me life) Would you please consider one of these things. A: Could I get some fluffy nsfw Jumin Han smut? ~OR~ B: What do you think the RFA +V and Saeran sound like when they're cumming? ( Jumin Thirst anon)

Why not both?

Hope you feel better soon, my thirsty friend!!

[NSFW] [SMUT] BELOW PLS BE WARNED

Okay, so first, what do they sound like when they’re cumming?

  • Yoosung: A whine or a stutter if he’s trying to say something
  • Jumin: Is usually pretty quiet tbh besides his heavy breathing, he prefers you saying his name
  • Zen: Guttural moan, this boy is loud 
  • Jaehee: Cries out through heavy pants 
  • Saeyoung: Moans your name through shivers
  • V: Whispers your name next to your ear 
  • Saeran: Growls “Fffffuck!” or other curses

~I have to also tag @goddamnitdazai because she’s been asking for Jumin smut for  e o n s  here you go BFF.


[JuminxReader]

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     “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” you whined through your mixing of the thick batter, the large bowl heavy in your arm as you paced the kitchen.
You were trying your best at being a cute housewife while Jumin was at work. You imagined him coming home to one glorious cake, held proudly by you in your little apron. He’d smile with delight and compliment you on how delicious it was! But standing now, broken egg shells on the counter, flour scattered everywhere, pools of milk, and you covered in batter, this was not going as planned.

     You hadn’t even gotten the batter in the pan before you heard the penthouse door open.

     Please be a security guard, please be a security guard, you prayed to yourself.

     “___, I’m home early,” Jumin declared before flinging his suit jacket on the couch.

     “Shit,” you whispered under your breath, defeated.

     “You’ve been busy today, I see,” he chuckled at the sight of you.

     He stood just a few feet away now, wearing that slight grin that made your knees weak. His large hands fumbled at his tie, pulling it loose from his collar. You gave up, tossing the bowl on the nearest countertop with a sigh.

     “I was trying to bake you a cake,” you replied with a huff.

     “I think more of it got on you than in the bowl,” he laughed, “so cute.”

     Before you could reply he had you pinned up against the counter. Looming over you he reached to the bowl behind your back, dipping a long finger into the batter and bringing it to his lips.

     “Tasty,” he remarked after pulling it from his mouth.

     “R-Really?”

     “Mmhm, try some.”

     He brought a batter drenched finger to your mouth, pressing himself up against you with a little more fervor as you sucked it clean. His mouth descended on your collar bone, lapping up the batter between nibbles. His free hand found your breast and kneaded with intensity as he licked your bare skin clean, grinding his hardening cock into your hips.

     “So this is why you came home early,” you noted through a sly smile.

     “This taste delicious, but I think it would be even sweeter coming from your lips,” he suggested.

     He smeared the sticky concoction over your closed mouth before trailing his tongue over your lips and shoving it inside for a deep kiss. You could almost forget the sharp pain of the counter top pressing against your back as his tongue danced eagerly with wanting in your hot mouth. You were melting in his arms when he pulled your hair, forcing your head back slightly and popping off of your mouth to suck a trail down your neck. You were pink with heat as your breath quickened for him.

     You couldn’t help but reach down and stroke his eager cock through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a satisfied purr from him. Your other hand sweeps over his chest. He feels so warm and solid pressing into you, and the fragrance of his expensive cologne is enough to make you quiver.

     You both moan when his hand sweeps between your legs, grinding itself on your wet folds. It took all you had not to collapse right there, your hips swirling in wanton to meet his friction with a moan. The ridges of his knuckles massaged you into euphoria and you threw your head back with a sigh. He placed a quick and hungry kiss on your mouth before pulling away from you completely.

     “Turn around princess,” he commanded while unbuttoning his pants, “hands on the counter. Do not remove them or I’ll have to punish you.”

     You followed his command, leaning your ass out for him. He didn’t even bother to fully undress either of you. The cool air rushed between your legs as he pulled your dress up over your hips, hooking his fingers in your underwear and dragging them down to your ankles, pausing only to let you step out of them. He planted kisses along your legs on his way up, paying extra attention to that weak spot behind your knees. He trailed his tongue down your moist slit, relishing in the quake of your muscles.

     You yelped when he landed two quick and hard smacks to your ass before seizing it in his hands to grope through your whimper. His legs kicked yours apart for him before sliding his length along your slick folds slowly. You pushed back against him, your whole body pleading for him to enter and fill you.
“I’m sorry, my pet. You know I usually take better care of you, but I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled.

     It’s true, he usually spent more time working you up, getting you wet and begging for him. But something in his voice and in his body language today was more demanding and eager. You could only nod before he forced himself into you. The shock of his thrusts and the feeling of his long cock inside of you caused you to lose you grip and slide slightly forward on the counter.

     His right hand swooped under your belly and pulled you back into him roughly to meet his pounding. As soon as you were steady again it travelled down to flick at your sensitive clit, sending you into a frenzied cry of pleasure.

     “Ah! Oh god, right th-there,” you puffed, fireworks in your belly as he found your spot and began hitting it over and over again with vigor.

     Your walls were convulsing around him and you felt your juices soaking your inner thighs, the sound of his slamming becoming more of a wet slap as you drew closer to your orgasm. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside of you at the feeling.

     “Do you like when I fuck you like this,” he spoke through bated breath, “when I make you my own?”

     “Ahh, y-yes! God, yes!” you were straining to hold yourself against his thrusts.

     He switched up rhythms, hips swirling driving into you at a slower more methodical pace. You lost it when his hand began slapping at your pussy, causing you to wriggle and thrash underneath him as the waves of pleasure came rolling through your every fiber. The combination of his pumping and stimulating your sensitive nub fueled your demanding side as you pushed yourself back into him greedily.

     “Mmm…yeahh,” you managed to pull a moan from him, “you’re so naughty and eager for me, aren’t you,” he panted.

     Your head was floating, your cheeks searing hot as a violent pleasure tore through you, moaning out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

     He gripped your hair, pumping long and languid thrusts, stretching you further. Sure that he held you firmly in place, he released your hair and moved that hand around your chest, ripping at the collar of your shirt in order to dip inside more easily and grip your breast with voracity. His fingers were encircling your hard nipples before pinching and rolling down on the nub.

     “J-jumin…ah!”

     “Mmm…say it again,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

     “Jumin! Ah, fffuck!” your hands flailed wildly, knocking the bowl off of the counter.

     Hearing you moan his name shot him over the edge and he spurt himself into you forcefully. His hips smacked against you with a husky breath, hand still lingering on your breast before his final thrust.

     Your head was hazy when he finally pulled away from you. With shaky legs you took a few steps, thinking you could make it to get the glass of water you desperately needed. But before you went any further his hand hooked around your side in a possessive manner, pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair back behind your ear when you looked up to meet his gaze.

     “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” he spoke with a fire in his eyes, “Let’s get you cleaned up, my pet. I’ll draw a bath…”

definitelynotaminion  asked:

I've got the doc open, I'm totally writing it (why). But I flicked over to the Wiki to glance over shit and make sure I'm not forgetting some crucial piece of Gin Ichimaru canon (His last name is literally three letters off from Orochimaru. I feel like that's a decision Oro would make upon waking up in Gin's body). Anyway, I was scanning the wiki; behold: "Rukia noted to herself that she felt like she was being strangled by snakes whenever he spoke, even if he was not speaking to her directly."

o.o

I apparently missed this part of the wiki, oh wow. It’s canon, then. 

(Also YAY you are my new favorite person. Any time you want me to write you something I will do it. This is going to be glorious and I am so excited.)

The evening of February 1st, 1924 — decades before she had a similarly profound first encounter with dance — 44-year-old Keller had a transcendent experience. With her hand pressed against the radio receiver in her living room, she “heard” a live Carnegie Hall broadcast of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D minor, also known as Ode to Joy — one of humanity’s most beloved pieces of music, which Beethoven, by then deaf himself, had composed exactly 100 years earlier.

The following day, Keller wrote an electrifying letter of gratitude to the New York Symphony Orchestra, articulating the trans-sensory transcendence of her experience and of music itself.

Keller writes:

Dear Friends:

I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibrations, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roll of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voice leaped up trilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices. I felt the chorus grow more exultant, more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth — an ocean of heavenly vibration — and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.

Of course, this was not “hearing” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sensed, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand — swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.

As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marvelled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others — and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.

Let me thank you warmly for all the delight which your beautiful music has brought to my household and to me. I want also to thank Station WEAF for the joy they are broadcasting in the world.

With kindest regards and best wishes, I am,

Sincerely yours,

(Signed)

HELEN KELLER

anonymous asked:

Wait can u link some of these 2012 Davi videos tho

Can i ever??

First off appreciate the views of Connor via Strome’s GoPro (fair warning you get a lot of rough looking strome at the end rip)

You can witness the tragedy of this Harlem Shake video and try to eye spy McD, but the real treasure is the out takes ft. tinie connor fighting with the mascot

Have two mic’d up videos (x x) the first contains a 15 y/o Mickey D talking about how he’ll score in the shootout “one of these days” (I know you can see my tears from here) and the second features Connie being the flirty tactile lil bro he is 

Heres another out take video with a bunch of giggly otters and a frustrated McJesus

Basically I just recommend combing through the entirety of the ErieHighlightReel youtube (which most of these are from) and finding the Otters playlists from 2012+ and watching to your hearts content!