you are english type

paintedlandscape  asked:

Wait, wait wait. What is this intriguing Publish to AO3 Google Doc? I write all my stuff in Google Drive, but I agonize through fixing the formatting when I paste it from there into AO3. Have I been missing something magical?


So, on the AO3 “Cool Stuff” FAQ, there is a link to this document under “Posting and Managing Works.”

THIS IS THE BEST DOCUMENT IN ALL OF HISTORY. Basically, it has a script in it that has a “Post to AO3″ option and it will go in and fill in ALL the HTML you need - italics, bold, paragraph breaks, you name it!

It has directions in it for how to use it, but it’s real simple. You just always chose “Make a Copy” when you start writing to make a new document that you can then re-name. Change the language to American English (or whatever language you use) and type away. Then right before you post, click the button, get all the code in there, copy, paste, AND POST. 

It is literally so, so glorious and I want to tell everyone. 

(Also, the AO3 Cool FAQ page has some other cool stuff too!)


> Worldwide shoulderㅋㅋㅋ Jin hyung?ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ the third one from the left shoulderㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I’m not Jin hyung, so you don’t have suddenly say handsomeㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> Just by reading you can tell it’s me hehe
> This is Jimin
> Why are you depressed
> I’m doing well. I haven’t spoken to you guys after coming back from Billboard
> You all probably heard it through the news
> Everyone, thank you. I shouldn’t be the one congratulated, you all need to be the ones congratulated
> Everyone, if you keep putting me up there and say that I’m getting further away, it makes me sad
> Yes, let’s not be far apart from each other and let’s stop saying that
> Don’t cry because I will cry
> Yes it’s good news, but let’s not cry and be happy instead
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I’m not crying
> I went to the toilet again
> I was reading the comments
> Everytime I come here (chatroom), I have to go to the toiletㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> You guys have questions to ask us? A lot has happened
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I didn’t think we were going to win the award, so I wasn’t that nervous
> Also, there is a lot of talk about FESTA. Is everyone excited?
> I can’t tell you what we’re preparing ㅋㅋ
> I’m looking forward to everything ㅋㅋㅋ You all should look forward to it as well. It’s going to very fun ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> ㅋㅋㅋ Since I spoke to you guys for a while, I’m going to go rest
> Overseas fans, I’m sorry I can’t speak other languages sorry
> sorry*
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> Okay ㅋㅋㅋ I’ll go. Goodnight everybody
> Goodnight** Good Night😁🌙* 
> Oh, and I love you

* = typed in english
** = typed in japanese

trans: jhope-shi | do not repost without giving credit!

ok so the only way i could upload this was to re-encode it into a lower quality (720p), so here you go

Segment of Yuzuru Hanyu on THE★LEGEND, translated by me (using Chinese subs), original source here.


Here comes a list of useful words you can find on most Korean beauty product and sample packagings:

화장품 - cosmetics
기능성 - functional
사용법 - way of use / how to use
증정용 - “for presentation” so in this case “not for sale”
스킨케어 - skin care
내용물 - contents
마지막 단계 - last step
피부 - skin
촉촉한 - moist
부드럽다 - soft (부드럽게- softly)
발라줍니다 - apply
피부결을 따라 - (by) following the skin’s texture
손을 깨끗이 씻은 후 - after washing your hands clean/thoroughly

슬리핑 팩 - sleeping pack
핸드 크림 - hand cream
etc. (as far as I know, product types  - like these two examples above - are usually written by using the English word simply written with hangeul, so if you can read the Korean alphabet and speak English, you won’t have any trouble figuring out what type of product you are looking at ;))

제조판매업자 - (manufacturer) basically this is the brand which sells the product
제조업자 - manufacturer (which actually makes the products for different brands)
고객상담실 - customer service office (고객(님) - customer)

Min Yoongi

**REQUEST: if you are taking requests can i ask a yoongi smut where you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)**

Type: Smut

Summery: Theres no need to be nervous around Yoongi, he’ll take care of you and make you feel good no matter what it is you’re doing. 

W/C: 1881

You’re not doing it right if your not doing it!

‘What a bullshit article’ You thought tossing your phone across the couch. There was no reason why giving a blowjob would be something that made or broke your sex life, especially with Yoongi. He’d never asked you to do it so why should some stupid article make you feel like there was something wrong with you? That you were boring him?

You scoffed and got up from the couch forgetting about the show you were watching before you stumbled across the article. As you made your way to the kitchen you couldn’t help but glance into the home studio Yoongi had just finished putting together and smiled.  He had insisted in turning the guest bedroom you never used into an office for him just so he could be at home with you more. You stared at him for a half second too long as he bobbed his head to the music that could faintly be heard through his headphones, now feeling even worse about never returning the favor when it came to oral.

“Hey babe.” He said with a sweet smile before turning back to his computer.

“Want anything to drink?” You said shaking your head, wanting to rid yourself of the feeling that you weren’t pleasuring him enough.

When he nodded and threw you another sweet smile you turned, he must be onto something since he usually never talked to you when he was working. You grabbed his usual drink of choice out of the fridge and walked across the hall over to him. He thanked you before pulling your hand softly so your cheek was in kissing distance.

“You look upset, why are you upset?” He said, the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth dropping.

“Its nothing. Just stupid thoughts.” You said smiling sweetly before standing straight again and running your hand down the back of his head.

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be thinking so hard.” He said crossing his arms.

“Its just… Its nothing, don’t worry about it Yoongi.” You said smiling to try and get him to drop it.

“Jagi just tell me, you know I won’t be able to focus if you don’t.” He sighed.

“Why don’t you ever ask me for Oral?” You blurted out. Your sudden forwardness caught him off guard, his eyes widening slightly before falling into their natural state.

“I just figured it grossed you out… I didnt want to make you uncomfortable.” He said while reaching for your hands.

“Thats very sweet.” You said biting your lip. You were torn now. Part of you wanted to try it, just to see if you liked it, but part of you were nervous, you’ve never really done it before.

After a few minutes of letting you think Yoongi squeezed your hand and watched as you stood up straighter, making your decision on what you wanted to do.

“Yoongi I… Ive never given a,” You cleared your throat, now was not the time to act like a school girl. “Blowjob before.” You said watching as he just nodded.

“Id like to try it, but id need you to be honest with me and tell me what to do.” You said, proud of how you kept your composure.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said, there was an excited spark in his eye that was telling you that he was more than ready to let you try this out.

You nodded making him smile and bite his lip gently. He looked back at his screen and hit the space bar to pause what ever music he was listing to before standing up, pausing only to look at you slightly before leading you to the back of your home where your bedroom was located. Before you couldn’t even close the door and turn around he was already sitting up against the end of the bed, his jeans and shirt on the floor next to him. You chuckled at how eager he was and couldn’t help but notice all your nerves were gone. He held up his arms for you and when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped his head into your chest

“If you don’t want to do this, or at any time feel uncomfortable just tell me. But know you’re in for it.” He’d say making you chuckle as he pinched your butt before pulling you down with him as he laid on his back.

He kissed you like he always kissed you, with so much passion and love it made your head spin and your heart flutter. The feeling of his bare chest underneath you was enough to make you  want to pleasure him that much more, to be that much closer to him. You were the one to pull out of the kiss first and slide down the bed till he was sitting back upright and you were kneeling on the floor in front of him.

You looked up, your hands now on each of his hips, only hooking your thumbs under the band of his boxers when he gave you a sweet smile and a nod. You didnt even realize how hard he had become and pulling the thin material off of his lower half only seemed to make it harder. You looked up to him again and he took a deep already shaking breath as you wrapped your hand around his member.

“Lick the tip.” He said so quietly that it took you a second to realize what he had said.

You immediately responded by just placing enough of the tip in your mouth that he couldn’t see your tongue, but you still had full use of it. You started by going clockwise and every four full circled you’d change direction. Each time you did this he’d take another deep breath, as if to silently praise the simple pleasure. You changed it up, remembering something you saw once and started to flick your tongue quickly over the center where you could already taste him leaking. If anything boosted your confidence, that was it.

“Take it in your mouth.” He growled, now propping his body up by his elbows.

You seemed to have no concept of space and your eagerness took over you causing the tip you had just been caressing to hit the back of your throat just hard enough to make you extract him quickly. You looked up covering your mouth to see him covering his eyes with one hand to try and hide the back he was chuckling.

“Dont hurt yourself Jagi.” He finally said moving the hand to reach for your cheek.

You tried again, this time taking him in your mouth slower so you could figure out just how deep you could get him before it got uncomfortable. Although you weren’t looking directly at him you could still feel  him shift under you and groan once more. Going back to what you had already known about blowjobs and thinking about the few tips the article you had read early gave you you started. You pressed your tongue against the bottom of his member and curled your lips just slightly before starting to bob your head slowly. You could feel him fight the urge to buck his hips up, at first it was just a few but as you started to try different things with your mouth and including his balls, the bucking became more frequent. Soon he was sat back up and his hand was weaving its way into the messy bun you had been sporting.

The feeling of his hand lightly guiding you as you increased the pace got you hot, you did love it when he was controlling your every move, seeing him in a place of power was a huge turn on. He started cussing under his breath to the point where you let your eyes trail up his now overly flexed body. Seeing you like that, with your lips wrapped around him and looking up into his eyes was enough to send the rapidly building orgasm to the top of the ladder.

“Baby- ah, baby I’m going to cum.” He said in a broken breath before trying to pull your head off of him.

There was no point though. You were here giving your first ever blowjob, why not get the full experience. You ignored his tugs and quickened your pace once more as you gripped harder to his hips. He came so hard you were shocked, thankfully the feeling of his release hitting the back of your throat wasn’t nearly as harsh of a feeling as his dick, but still it caught you off guard. You hadn’t even realize you were holding your breath till after you swallowed every last drop and sat back to see him better.

He was now fully collapsed on the bed, arms outstretched on either side of him. Small chuckles kept leaving his mouth as he came down from his high, causing you to bite your lip in anticipation. You didnt care that he just came, you wanted to know how you did.

Finally he propped himself back up and looked at you with those same gleaming eyes. You couldn’t tell what was running through his mind but as he stammered to find the right words you were hoping that they were all good thoughts.

“Fuck y/n.” He said through a smile. “Fuck.”

You bit your lip nervously and watched him as he held a hand out to you. Taking it you let him pull you up the bed till you were laying right next to him. He chuckled again and rolled his head too look at you allowing you to pin the look in his eyes as admiration.

“Are you sure that was your first time?” He said rolling over so he could slip a hand under your shirt and trace circles across your skin. “Fuck.” He said again with another chuckle pulling your hips towards him as you nodded.

“Good fuck or…” You started, taking your lip in your mouth again.

He looked at you like you were crazy for even asking such a thing and instead of verbally answering you right away he pulled you across the blanket till you were pressed up against his naked body and his lips were feverishly intertwining with yours.

“Amazing fuck.” He finally said before pushing you on your back so he could kiss you even deeper.

He was quick to return the favor, the song he had been working on completely forgotten as he trailed kisses down your body. He would make sure you’re pleasure matched what he experienced. The moment your legs started to quiver around him he’d be back up to eye level readying himself to finish what you had started. For the rest of the day every very time the two of you rolled over panting while wrapping your naked bodies around one another to catch your breath you’d only find yourself smiling at one another for a split second before another round would start.

|| Girls Chase Boys ||

{summary: a love story based on mixed signals and a dash of miscommunication.}

i reached 700+ followers! this is such an amazing milestone for me and honestly, i’m so fucking happy! as a thank you gift, here’s a full story based on my ‘imagine peter parker falling in love with you…“ prompt ;)

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none but extreme fluff

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**


{all the broken hearts in the world still beat/ lets not make it harder than it has to be/ ooooooh, it’s all the same thing/ girls chase boys chase girls}

“Doesn’t it ever annoy you?” You hear your best friend, Melody, ask while you were doing your homework in the library. Only half listening to her since you were so engrossed in typing out your essay for English Lit, you were in the midst of editing a few paragraphs when you respond with a half-hearted, “Does what annoy me?”

“The fact that that Parker kid keeps staring at you.” Recognizing the surname as belonging to this cute boy named Peter who happened to be a good friend of yours while sharing nearly all of your classes, you frown at Melody’s words and look over to your right where she was sitting, “What? Peter never stares at me. What makes you think that he’s staring at me all the time?”

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Backyardigans / Cole Sprouse (brother x reader)

Hey, would you be able to write an imagine where the reader is Cole and Dylan’s little sister and she hasn’t seen Cole in ages since he has been away working on set. Dylan and Dayna hold like a small family dinner party or something and the reader sees Cole for the first time in months and it’s just rlly sweet cos he’s really protective of her and yeah lots of fluff, if that’s okay? And I’m love with your writing btw💞💞x

Warnings: idk. Fluff, I guess.

Word Count: 1,923

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Dayna Frazer, Matthew Sprouse


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You sat cross-legged on your bed, your laptop in front of you as you typed away, trying to finish your English and Lit class assignment before the 11:59pm  due date. (You procrastinated a lot. It was a bad habit). Taking a deep breath, you looked at your word count and let out a massive groan, starting to hit the keys a little harder. Sighing, you shut your laptop, getting off your bed and stretching your arms above your head. You grabbed your phone and then headed downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Dylan and his girlfriend, Dayna.

“Hey there, lovebirds.” You walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat. You furrowed your eyebrows, hearing Dayna and Dylan whispering to each other as you continued to look for something to eat.

“We’re having a family gathering tomorrow night. Just letting you know,” Dylan spoke. You closed the fridge, looking at Dylan and nodding. “Alright, then.” You continued to look through the pantry for something to eat. Grinning as you found a packet of Doritos tucked away at the back, you reached up, trying to grab them. Dylan came up behind you and got them down for you, handing them to you.

“Who’s coming?” You asked, sitting on the bar stool, next to Dayna, opening the Doritos and offering your brother’s girlfriend some. She grabbed a handful and you put the packet on the marble counter, leaning forward on your elbows.

“Uh, I have no idea. Dayna’s organising it.” He looked at Dayna, making her roll her eyes. She sat up straight, turning and looking at you. “Well, your dad and step-mum are coming, obviously. Dylan and I and someone else. I think it’s a cousin or something. An aunt?” Dayna looked at Dylan and he shrugged. “Just, be ready by 4:30 tomorrow okay? You’re helping me with dessert.” Dayna smiled and you nodded, grabbing the packet of Doritos.

“I’ll be in my room. I need to ring Cole for some English help.” You grinned, bounding back up the stairs to your bedroom.


“I hate school. I’m going to drop out and start a stupid YouTube career,” you huffed, typing away on your laptop as you heard Cole’s laugh through your headphones. “I’m being serious! Every teenager has probably studied ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ and no one can tell me one simple answer to a question about- Ugh!” You whined, pushing your laptop off your lap and getting off your bed and walking around the room.

“C’mon, kiddo. You’ll be fine. You’ve got 2 more years and then you can go to University and study to be a Vet, okay?” Cole spoke. You sighed, opening your balcony doors and stepping outside. You took a deep breath, pulling your phone out and logging into Instagram.

“Okay. How’s this. When I come home-“

“In like 5 months,” you murmured, pouting.

“Yes. When I come home, in 5 months, I’ll take you to the cinema and we can watch every movie that’s on that day and we can eat so much popcorn, and then I’ll take you to In-N-Out and we can order so much food and then we’ll go home and play video games all night. How’s that, kiddo?” Cole suggested, making you put your phone back in your pocket and smile.

“Promise?” You looked at the time, seeing it was 3pm, and you took a deep breath. “I should go. I need to send this assignment in before midnight.” You added, turning around to go back into your room.

“I promise, and alright, kiddo. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled, hanging up the call.


You had finally finished your assignment, sending it in and now here you were, staring at the fairy lights that were strung above your bed. It was about 12:30 in the morning and you were exhausted –it was that point where you were too tired to close your eyes- and just wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t.

Getting off your bed, you pulled on your jacket and headed downstairs, your phone in hand as you used the flashlight so you didn’t wake anyone up when you turned all the lights on. Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge and sighed, leaning against the door, peering into the shelves.

“What are you doing up, kiddo?” You heard the voice of your dad, making you turn around and see him standing by the counter, wearing a pair of sweat pants and his old college shirt.

“I uh, I just finished my assignment not long ago and I’m hungry,” you laughed nervously, biting your lip. Your dad flicked the kitchen light on, making you wince at how bright it was. You turned back around, closing the fridge door and going to the pantry, grabbing the Cheetos (which you hated) and throwing the bag at your dad. “Thanks, kid.” He laughed, making you smile.

You and your father had a relationship that was different to Cole and Dylan’s, obviously. You were the last born, being the only girl in the family, you got a bit more spoilt, and since you were only 16, you still had a lot more spoiling to happen. You were the family princess.

Grabbing a packet of Fritos, you leant on the counter across from your dad, who was sitting on the chairs, you opened the corn chips and started to eat them.

“Cole told me you called him today. Something about dropping out of school and doing a YouTube career was mentioned.” He raised an eyebrow, making you giggle.

“I was having a bit of a meltdown. So many people have studies To Kill A Mockingbird and no one could give me a straight answer and I got mad. I’m definitely going to stay in school until Year 12 (im australian ok?) and I’m going to go to University.” You smiled, popping another chip into your mouth, looking at the glimmer of proudness in your dad’s eye.

“Well, you do you, Kiddo. I’m gonna head back up to bed. I love you.” He stood up, putting the Cheeto packet back in the pantry and kissed your head before heading up the stairs and disappearing onto the second floor. You sighed, grabbing a bottle of orange juice and going back upstairs to watch Vampire Diaries.


“(Y/N)! Get up!” You head a female voice shout, startling you from your sleep. You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and looking at the figure at the end of your bed.

“Dayna? What on Earth are you doing? It’s like, 9 in the morning?” You groaned, falling backwards onto your pillows and looking at the ceiling. She had obviously opened your curtains, and your balcony door was also opened, letting the fresh air breeze into your room.

“No, (Y/N). It’s actually almost 1 in the afternoon. What time did you get to bed last night!?” She exclaimed, opening your closet doors and going through the clothes that were hanging up. She grabbed a grey hoodie and threw it on your bed. “I told you to be ready by 4:30, yes, but I expected you to come and save me from your brother and stop him from eating all the cookie dough!” She huffed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Get up!”

“Okay, okay! Calm down.” You sat up, huffing and watching her go through your drawers now, looking at various pairs of shorts. She grabbed a pair of your blue denim ones and threw them on the bed, along with an olive green bralette. “Why are you picking my clothes out?” You asked, looking at the grey hoodie, which was your cropped one that had a rose on the left side of the chest.

“Because I know you will take forever, and I can put an outfit together easily, so here you go! Oh, and wear your Adidas Superstars, too.” She nodded, turning to leave the room. “Chop chop!” She clapped her fingers, looking over her shoulder with a grin on her face.

(Outfit: )


You had gotten changed into the outfit Dayna had thrown together, and you were now throwing on your sneakers. Headed into the bathroom that was attached to both yours and Cole’s (old) room, you turned the light on and started to quickly put on some make up and spritz yourself with perfume before tucking your phone in your back pocket and jogging downstairs, hearing a commotion of people.

Once you walked into the kitchen, there were way more people than just your parents, Dayna and Cole and the unknown person. “Dylan!” You hissed as he walked past, grabbing his sleeve. “What happened to like, 6 people!?” You looked at the blonde brother who had a smudge of lipstick on his bottom lip.

“We may have lie- What are you doing?” He questioned as you rubbed at his lip with the sleeve of your hoodie. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once you had gotten rid of the pink-y colour.

“Lipstick.” You simply said and walked out the back to look for either Dayna or your dad. There was a lot of people out the back, but since your family had a huge entertaining patio, they usually put it to good use. Especially when you had parties.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” You heard a very familiar voice call out, making you stop in your tracks and let out a whine. Turning around slowly and plastering a fake smile on your lips, you walked towards the aunt that your whole family dreaded, but she still showed up at these events.


You had managed to find your dad and step-mum, and now everyone was sat down. You were sat next to Dayna and your dad, chewing on a piece of meat as you listened to the chatter. You hated socialising, it just wasn’t your forte, so you usually just sat there quietly, nodding and smiling whenever you needed to.

“Hey, (Y/N). This is the part where you might wanna pay attention and turn around.” You heard your dad whisper in your ear, nudging your side. You furrowed your eyebrows, finishing your mouthful of food and swivelling around in the chair you were sitting on.

Standing near the gate, a bag slung over his shoulder and wearing the stripy red and white shirt you gave him, was your older brother, who was supposed to be home in 5 months.

Cole looked up, a grin on his face as he saw you, his beloved little sister. “I expected a little more excitement from you, missy.”

Your brows furrows a little, but the realisation struck as he walked closer, and your eyes widened. “Oh my god!” You exclaimed, scrambling up from your seat and slipping through the gap between the two chairs. You almost tripped over the leg of the chair (but the chair fell over instead). This was probably the only time you were going to run, but as soon as your arms were around Cole’s shoulders, you almost started crying. “You’re home? But- I- You.” You fumbled on your words, not pulling away from the hug, since it was a much needed hug.

“Someone told me you were a bit mopey without your favourite brother around and you were getting sick of beating Dylan at Mortal Combat all the time.” Cole laughed, his arms tightly around your torso.

“I just, I can’t believe it.” You pulled away from the hug, looking up at your brother. “You’re home.”

A Girl Called Mike - Part 7

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: Around 3500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

Click Here for Part 1 Part 2 Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Warnings: (Potentially Triggering) Implication of rape/sexual abuse, Violence, Death, Language, Implied smut

Writer’s Note: This chapter took a dark turn. It is something I’ve always had in mind for this story and her character I just didn’t know how, when or even if I should include it. But when I wrote this chapter it just naturally flowed out so I stuck with it. Out of all my posted fics, it has been the one I have personally read and reviewed the most before deciding to post it. That being said, I do not want to exclude anyone. If someone wants to read this chapter but is afraid of being triggered, please anon message me and I will work to create, edit and post a less intense version. I also would just like to add this helpline page in case you just want someone to talk to about difficult stuff. 

@misguidedconqueress Thank you so much especially on this one. We spent a ton of time talking it over and processing. You’ve been such a great support and friend to me over these past couple of months. 

Sam was focused on translating as much as he could. However, one problem he ran into was the word-for-word interpretations. Sam wrote down what he could, writing multiple options if a word had various meanings or if it did not directly translate into English. He would hand you sentences at a time. You typed them up and chose the best option based on the context of the entire document. Dean was searching through each scroll, highlighting passages where he saw the written Hebrew version of “Corson” or “King of the West”.

Sam and Dean took a lunch break as you continued to power through only with a cup of coffee.

Dean entered back into the library. “Y/N, you gotta eat something.” He instructed. You ignored him continuing to type. “You can’t survive on coffee alone.” He tried to joke.

“Watch me.” You snapped harsher than you meant to.

“Would you at least drink on of these then?” He threw a protein-packed Ensure your way. You caught it one-handed and set it down by the laptop. When he realized you weren’t going to touch it he walked over and sat down on the desk. “I know how important this is to you but you are going to burn yourself out if you don’t take a break. So how about you go take a nap, shower, and eat something.” You continued typing. “That’s not a request.” He ordered and slammed your laptop shut.

“That better have saved.” You warned before walking away to shower.

When you walked back in, the boys were discussing over the laptop.

Sam noticed you first. “Hey, I think we got something.”

“See, this is why I don’t take breaks.” You huffed. “I miss the good stuff.”

“What we have gone through so far tells us Corson is one of four kings. Each king being assigned a cardinal direction. Corson, as pointed out by Crowley, is King of the West. Each king has the power to summon and control an army of 72 demons. And although I haven’t found another title for Corson, the other kings have been described as Princes of Hell.” Sam summarized.

“Okay. So if we are expecting a fight with 72 demons, we have the three of us, maybe Cas can get some angel buddies on board, and as much as I hate Crowley, our goal is common so…” Dean muttered while scratching numbers onto a napkin.

“Stop.” Sam ordered. “Another issue we run into with Hebrew, especially ancient texts is the overwhelming amount of symbolism…”

Dean shrugged his shoulders.

“What you’re saying is, 72 might not actually be the number of demons we have to fight.” You clarified.

“Exactly. What it most likely symbolizes is that these kings have the power to summon exactly the perfect number of demons, in a united army, to completely destroy whatever opponent they face.” Sam explained.

“Peachy.” Dean snarked.

“It gets better.” Sam added. “West also is a symbol. In different parts of ancient Jewish culture, the sea represented evil and death and it was to the west of their land. West is also a place of darkness, it’s where the sun goes to set.” Dean rubbed the stubble on his jawline and you wrapped your arms tight around yourself, trying to counteract the growing nausea. “Essentially, we are hunting the worst and most deadliest of the kings.”

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170215 CH+ CHAT W/ JIMIN

> Gwangju Jeolla-do
> Even if we are not here you speak well
> I’m Jimin
> I’m at home drinking water 
> This is a night greeting, a night greeting
> こんばんは (konbanwa/good evening)
> I know a little Japanese
> I want to speak English and Thai, but I can’tㅋㅋㅋㅋ 
> Thank you? (typed in English) That’s all I can really sayㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> すみません~ (sumimasen/sorry/excuse me)
> ㅋㅋㅋ All I know are the basics
> I miss you all too we will (meet) soon
> Shall I recommend a song?
> Spring Day haha
> I know I know you’re listening to it a lot
> I heard that foreign and Korean ARMYS are working hard together
> Thank you
> It’s beautiful how you all are working so hard together seriously thank you 
> You must miss us right?
> Hoseokie hyung’s birthday is soon
> I didn’t buy a gift haha
> After buying the members presents I will not give gifts because our house will go broke
> ㅋㅋㅋbecause I’m the present right
> Hoseok あいしてる (aishiteru/I love you)
> ㅋㅋㅋI know you’re late, you were playingㅋㅋㅋ
> Ah ah~
> Sorry I want to go to sleep so excuse me while I go wash up
> ㅋㅋㅋLet’s all go to sleep soon~
> I’ll go to sleep as well
> Goodnight (in English) おやすみ (oyasumi/goodnight)
> Sleep well

trans: jhope-shi

Roman imagine/ Bill Skarsgard.

Imagine: Destiny asks you to find out if Roman is an Upir because you are as well.

Warning: smut implied. Like one curse word.

How did you get yourself in this situation you thought, as you walked to your new high school with Peter. Oh Yeah, you owed Destiny a favour.  She helped figure out who killed your best friend so as payment, you were going to help Peter determine if his friend was really an Upir. As an Upir yourself, it would be easy to tell. You would be drawn to each other. It was some primal thing. Mate with your own kind and dont eat them sort of thing. Upirs smell different to humans so he should be easy to spot. Female Upirs also had the same effect as males. Humans were drawn to you also. Helps you feed I guess. You heard Roman had a way with the ladies so his supernatural abilities might have something to do with that.

‘This is your class schedule, try to blend in Y/N. By that I mean don’t kill anyone and do your homework’. Peter laughed as he handed you the paper.

’ Yeah whatever New Moon. See you at lunch’. You joked back as you gave him a hug goodbye.

Peter watched you walked off down the hall. He started to play when his phone when Roman marched over to him.

'Alright Roman?’ Peter asked confused.

He looked like he was smelling something.

’ You smell wierd. Like really good. Not like your usual gross self. Are you using woman’s perfume of something?’ Roman replied bluntly.

This was defiantly giving Peter the impression that Roman was an Upir, if he could smell you from just a hug.

'I was with a girl earlier. Might be that’. Peter shrugged.

'Maybe’. Roman mumbled.

You were waiting outside of English when you saw the tallest girl you have ever seen stand next to you. She had bandages on her hand and was hunched over a bit. A couple of girls walked past and called the tall girl a freak. Bullying was not happening on your watch.

'What did you just call her?’ You yelled.

You were a predator by nature so you were intimidating for sure. The girls looked at you frightened and mumbled an apology before running off.

'Thank you’. An automated voice replied.

'No problem…’


'Nice to meet you Shelly. I’m Y/N’. You smiled.

Your morning classes passed quickly. You got to know Shelly and had most of the guys staring at you. You liked it here. You went into the cafeteria to find Peter and get some lunch. You noticed he was sat next to a very tall and beautiful guy. You could smell him from across the room. He must be who Peter was on about.

You sat down next to Peter and opasite the Upir.  Peter smiled at you while Roman looked into your eyes intently.

'Roman, this is Y/N. She’s my ummm… cousin’. He lied.

’ Is that smell you? It’s amazing. Like a mixture of chocolate, vanilla and blood’. Roman admired.

'Maybe. Why don’t you find out?’ You flirted.

You held out your wrist as an invitation. Roman grabbed you and pressed his nose to you. He then kissed you gently on your wrist. You felt a spark through your body. He was definitel an Upir. No human has ever had that affect on you. From the look on his face, he felt the same.

'Beautiful’. Was all he said.

Peter looked at you both and felt uncomfortable. Roman was smelling people now… great.

Roman had only known you for about five minutes and he had already fallen for you. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
He was about to ask you for dinner when his sister approached.

'Hey Shelly. Care to join us?’ You invited.

'No thank you. I was just wondering if you wanted to help me with the English assignment after school?’ She typed.

'Sure thing’. You agreed happily.

’ You know my sister?’ Roman smiled.

No one ever took any interest in his sister. She was always being picked on and didn’t really have any friends because of how she looked. You were really like no other girl he has ever met.

'I didn’t know she was your sister. Small world’. You grinned.

At the end of the school day,  Roman drove you, Peter and Shelly to their place.

'So Y/N, how do you like Hemlock grove?’ Peter asked.

'The people are interesting’ You said as you and Roman made eye contact in his mirror.
 His pupils dilated at this.

What where you doing to him, he thought. No one could do this to him. He hardened under your gaze. You noticed he was adjusting himself in his seat and laughed to yourself.

'So Destiny was right?’ Peter enquired.


 It was about 5PM and you were in Shellys room helping her with work. You were getting uncomportable as you could smell Roman downstairs. He was giving off a distinct feramone and it was getting you hot and bothered.

'Would you exscuse me. I need to ring my cousin. She’s probably wondering where I am’. You told Shelly as you got up and walked out of the room.

You found Roman in his room. He was shirtless and smoking a cigarette. He turned to face you, lust showing in his eyes.

'Hi’. Was all you said.

’ Im going to warn you. If you don’t leave my bedroom in the next 10 seconds, I’m going to fuck you’. He stated bluntly.

You smirked at his response and turned towards the door. He though you were leaving until he heard you lock the door.

'I like the second option sweetheart’ You winked.

Roman basically ran towards you and forcefully kissed you. He waisted no time as he grabbed you ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him and kissed him with even more force. You bit down on his lip, drawing blood.
He pulled away slightly to look at you. He was about to wipe the blood away with this fingers until you did something unexpectedly. To his surprise, you traced your thumb across his lips. You then put your thumb in your mouth and sucked. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

'What can I say. I have a thing for blood.’ You giggled.

Roman looked at you with so much admiration before he returned his lips to yours. You both knew that you were going to have a fun night.


it’s been forever i know i’m terrible at this,,,,,,,,and i completely got carried away with this it’s like 3k of messiness i’m sorry (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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When it Rains || Chapter Two

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1527

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter! I hope you enjoy this one too! Feel free to message me your thoughts and opinions! I hope I didn’t disappoint!

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It had been a couple of days since you met Jimin and Jungkook was still pissed at you. After Jimin left that day he accused you of cheating and all kinds of other shit that he should know you would never do to him. Jungkook had this idea going through his head. The idea that he could talk to other girls but you couldn’t even make eye contact with another guy. He interrogated you like you committed a crime. Asking questions such as, “who the fuck was that”, or “why were you with him”. You had to thoroughly explain to him that Jimin was just walking you home since he was too “busy” to pick you up. That shut him the hell up and you could see the glint of regret in his eyes but he gave you the cold shoulder because he didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong.

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anonymous asked:

how will the cast react if mc's obviously sick, but they still insists on the opposite and plans to go somewhere in this condition? If it's okay, I would like to know the reaction of Asra, Julian and Lucio (I'm sorry for my bad english >///<)

How do you know my type? Amazing. Thank you for the ask, apprentice!! (Also, your English is fine, don’t worry)

- Asra: He almost hesitates to stop you, not because he doesn’t care, but because he wouldn’t want you to stop him either. However, his resolve strengthens when you have a coughing fit before you make it to the door. Ushering you to your bed, he insists that you should take a nap. His battering eyelashes and soft, coy smile while he holds your face in his gentle hands persuade you. He makes rest sound so pleasant. He promises to finish any errands that you might have, and after you make him swear his scarf on it you doze to sleep. Your quick nap turned into an eight-hour slumber, and you find him shuffling his deck beside you. On the table, there is a bowl of soup and all the groceries you may or may not have asked for. He makes you eat the warm soup beside him, and any questions you ask are avoided by him humming, giggling, or bringing up your health.

- Julian: He’s like a mother hen, shaking his head while moving you away from the door before you can open it. He puts you back into bed, tucking you in before you can protest with a sneeze. He just stares and judges you. Any sort of reason for going out is easily deflected, him giving you more and more evidence as to why you shouldn’t go out; high temperature, sore throat, weak knees. Exasperatedly, he says that you can’t even walk properly. He’s going to make you eat homemade food and give you some medicine to make you feel less nauseous. He takes off his gloves and sighs while he puts a cold cloth on your forehead. He tries not to blush when you lean into his and with a soft mumble. He fails miserably. One thing is for sure, he won’t let you out of his sight, watching for the slightest change in your health.

- Lucio: He stops you at the first sneeze, calling for his staff to help you in any way they can. At the confirmation that you are sick, he proclaims that you are not permitted to leave his estate until you feel better. He doesn’t allow any room for protest. Any errands will be taken care of by his staff, and he demands that you stay with him at all times until you are brought to health. He wraps you in his iron grip until you literally just give up trying to go. It’s completely unfair, but his hold is too strong to get out of. He takes this as an opportunity to take several days off until you are back in shape. He cancels any plans he might have had, preferring to just cuddle by your side for hours on end. He also takes the chance to feed you meals, and most definitely presses his forehead against yours to “check” your temperature. Really, he uses it as an excuse to be closer to you.

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iamdansin  asked:

PLEAAASE write that post about what you can do with an English degree! I'm getting mine rn and everyone's either assuming I'm going to teach, or trying to push me into the med field instead :\

look, english degrees are awesome okay. i’m going to try and make this as brief as possible but am here to elaborate on anything anyone has questions on. 

what everyone thinks you can do with an english degree:

  • teach
  • write a novel i guess
  • teach when the novel writing doesn’t work out

what you can actually do with an english degree:

  • whatever the fuck you want (no really)

first, there’s different types of english degrees*
*based on the US education system, which i’m most familiar with

  • literature! guess what you get to do with a literature degree? a lot. 
    • skills: close-reading, critical thinking, problem-solving, potentially translating, communication (written for sure, maybe verbal as well), self-direction, detail-orientated, editing, style guides

    • stuff: archival work, curation, history if you specialize in an era, making digital humanities projects if you want to work with computers or apps, working abroad (especially if you want to do comparative lit), social justice work, public events including readings and vigils, copy-editing, writing (and we’ll talk more about what “writing” really means on the job market in a second), non-profit work, academia/professor, library work if you’re interested in information science, consultant, book history and printing, publishing
  • creative writing!
    • skills: close reading, critical thinking, translating, communication, editing, creativity, design, art, self-direction, analytical thinking, problem solving, giving and receiving constructive feedback, art 

    • stuff: write that novel! or short story! or chap book! or poem!,
      marketing/advertising, storyboarding for tv or movies or video games, creative development, script writing, social justice work, non-profit work, academia/professorship, campaigning, travel writing, content development for corporations or charities or whatever you want, social media coordinator (guess what, that starts hiring at around 50k now), administration, public relations/press releases, creative director, creative consultant, medical humanities, publishing

  • technical writing/communication!
    • skills: collaboration, communication, technical skills, design, problem-solving, analytical and critical thinking, qualitative and quantitative research methods, documentation, development, project management

    • stuff: user experience, front-end design (web/software/interfaces/etc.), document design, technical writing, medical writing or design, app design, report writing, grant writing, editing, academia/professorship, political campaigning, social media coordinator, software engineering, programming, risk management, project manager, program development/administration, game designer, accessibility and assistive technology developer, consultant for the government/industry/non-profits, proposal developer, business plan developer, publishing

  • linguistics!
    • skills: sociology and anthropology, syntax, editing, writing, typically competencies in many languages, cognitive science and psychology, speech therapy

    • stuff: computational linguistics (PROGRAM COMPUTERS AND AI TO SPEAK?!), assistive technology developer, develop grammar and editing programs for technology (squiggly lines), academia/professorship, translator,  forensic linguist, teach foreign languages or english as an additional language, lexicographer meaning you get to basically archive human language for everyone and that’s fucking cool, tech writing, programming and coding!, speech therapy, user researcher/field researcher, speech therapist and setting you up for speech pathology, consultant for the government/industry/non-profits, voice/dialect coach for actors or voice actors

  • and many more! (rhetoric, writing studies, teaching english as a second language, others i’ve forgotten)

  • guess what all these skills and jobs are likely mix-and-match! take classes across the board, figure out what you’re interested in, and chances are your english degree can be used toward those careers!

  • also guess what there’s different types of teaching you can do too! elementary, middle school, high school, vocational or technical colleges, community colleges, universities, corporate training, government training, specialist training, writing centers, teaching abroad, tutoring, instructional design, curriculum development/educational program development. teaching is also awesome and you can do a lot with the teaching focus beyond being just in the classroom if that’s where you want to go!

but i only want to write!

don’t worry dude there’s tons of writing out there for you to find comfortable employment in. here’s a few i can think of off the top of my head:

creative writing: scripts/screenplays, video games, novels, short stories, poetry, journalism, blogs, freelance digital writing, travel writing, think pieces, editorials, marketing campaigns

technical writing: grants, documentation for engineers/programmers/factories/products, SEO content, web content, medical writing, contract writing, business plans, proposals, job descriptions, freelance or contracted writing, user experience test plans and reports, codes and software scripts

civic writing: press releases, speeches, journalism, non-profit grants, charter documents, legislation or other legal documentation (usually hired by contract work)


  • make your minor count. you want to write video game scripts? minor in something related to the industry (game studies is even a thing now in several universities). you want to write science books? minor in astronomy. want to write speech programs for AI robots? minor in computer science or human factors. go go go!

  • learn how to translate your soft skills to hard skills. english majors, generally, have a lot of critical thinking, analytical, and detail-orientated skills. think of specific projects where you’ve used those and talk about *those* on job materials (we can make our qual life quantifiable, #trust)

  • be adaptable. english degrees (and by extension, humanities degrees) are some of the most flexible skill sets out there. don’t pigeonhole yourself into roles that don’t fit what you want to do (i can’t tell you how many colleagues i’ve had that did editing jobs even though they hated editing and wanted to do design work instead. #DegreesCanDoTwoThings)

  • know that “publishing” and “editing” and “writing” have much, much more potential than what you might think initially. publishing jobs exist everywhere if you’re willing to work outside of creative fiction (university presses, magazines/newsletters/blogs, documentation for corporations, data-driven or science publications, etc.). these jobs are competitive, but they exist and you can get them

  • get experience working with cross-functional or cross-disciplinary teams. find opportunities to join clubs or orgs outside of your major that are doing projects you want to do. want to write movie screenplays? join film club, meet people who want to make films! showing that you can work with a bunch of different people from different knowledge bases/disciplines/skillsets will take you a lot farther on the job market

*dabs at forehead* obviously this isn’t exhaustive, there’s more out there! anyone who wants to chime in or add please do!