you lie so well


I can’t get my guitar wet! What should I do?


i’m just thinking about taako and angus making ice cream and mags is just…eagerly waiting to try some, waiting for it to churn and begging them to use some magic to make it freeze faster (which for obvs reasons taako is adamantly against) and finally after hours of waiting taako scoops him a bowl and like before taako can even scoop angus one mags has already scarfed it down and waiting for more and angus gets a kick out of it so taako lets it slide..but he does it again so taako flings a scoop at his face and anyway this is how they find out that magnus is allergic to milk as he breaks out in a rash immediately 

Bruce: *walks into Batcave and sees Jason with a guitar* 

Jason: Hey B I wrote you a song! *sings to the tune of Piano Man by Billy Joel*

It’s 12 o'clock in Gotham City 
The Joker is busy killing everyone
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his Catwoman cuz he’s nasty 

He says, “Son, you gotta stop shooting bad guys”
And I’m like “Bruce, don’t tell me what to do”
Cuz I died and he cried but I came back and stuff
When I wore green Robin panties

(Batkids join in)
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song, you’re the Batman
Beat up some thugs tonight
Cuz you’re boring and brooding and it’s getting annoying
And you’re the one and only Dark Knight

Now Roy from the Outlaws is my BFF
I hang out with him and Kori
And he’s quick with a joke or to shoot an arrow in your foot
And together we like pissing off Batman
He says, “Jaybird you’re the most awesome guy ever”
As we kicked an alien’s ass
And I’m like “I know I’m the coolest
“Learned it all from the All Caste”

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now Dick was Batman while you were dead
He never had time for Barbara cuz he sucks at relationships
And Tim’s dead inside cuz everyone he likes died
And he probably hasn’t slept in five years

Oh Damian is a murderous freaking demon spawn
Who is probably gonna kill someone the second he’s left alone 
Also Steph keeps stealing all the food from my fridge
But I don’t mind cuz I stole it from the manor anyway

Sing us a song you’re the Batman
You have a cool British butler 
Also you don’t know when to stop adopting orphans
And you probably need an intervention by now

By the way Cass stole my jacket yesterday
And you didn’t even care when I told you
So I went to all of your Rogues and gave them your number
So suck it old man, you totally deserved it  
And you’ve had seven sidekicks so far
And at least six of them have died at some point
Now I’m starting to think maybe that’s a bad sign
But oh well it’s too late to deal with that now 

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Sing us a song you’re the Batman
And you’ve got a pet cow for some reason even though I’ve asked you several times for a dog and you kept telling me we couldn’t have animals in the Batcave but I guess that’s just a big fat lie so fuck you Bruce  
Well we’re all in the mood for some crimefighting
And by the way you’re really old 

Jason: *guitar solo and ends song* What’d ya think old man? 

Bruce: … 

Bruce: *tired sigh* Where is the sweet embrace of death when you need it 


Okay but there are so many books. So many books. 

Can we just. Zoom in a little bit more? 

Even just on one shelf? So we can see the titles?


I N E E D IT. 


Luckily we canonically have someone who can PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH STONE WALLS am I right?

playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 

   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.

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Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

Sneak Peak:
“You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.”

I’ll probably do a part two. Tell me if you want that!


As soon as you heard the front door shut downstairs you sighed. You looked over at your phone and it was 2am. But what’s new with him coming home late you thought sadly. You hoped he wasn’t in that mood because you certainly weren’t. But that hasn’t stopped him before.

You heard him downstairs in the kitchen probably getting some water to minimize his drunken state. Oh you really hope he wasn’t drinking tonight. So you quickly locked your phone and pretended you were fast asleep. And maybe he would just climb in bed and just fall asleep too.

As you buried your head in the covers, you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Harry, and you grinned.

You always texted each other about random stuff when you couldn’t sleep at night. Harry usually busts out the awful jokes and sends you funny memes to make you smile.

Harry was a great friend and you’ve became even closer ever since you both worked together in the bookstore down the road. Your whole life you never really had a true best friend where you could tell almost everything to, until him. So you were sad you didn’t have time to reply to his text at least to say goodnight.

You laid down in silence for a little. But You didn’t hear him come up the stairs so you decided quickly to maybe send Harry a quick “goodnight text” just so he doesn’t think your not replying. But as soon as you reached for your phone the sound of footsteps stopped you. You quickly brought your hand back to the bed and closed your eyes to look asleep.

The bedroom door opened and you heard him shuffle in. You could already tell he was drunk because you could hear him trip over his feet multiple times as curse words flew out his mouth.

He walked over to the closet to take off his clothes and was left in just his underwear. The bathroom light illuminated and he walked into brush his teeth and do some other things. Usually he would just jump into bed. He never cared to get fully ready for bed if he was drinking.

Maybe he wasn’t you thought, and smiled a little. Maybe he just came home late from work and wasn’t out get pissed drunk. Which made you think that he was getting back to his old self, and that’s who you loved.

The side of the bed dipped and you could feel the warmth of his body come in contact with you. He got himself comfortable on the bed before he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you onto his bare chest. You almost leaned into his touch until he spoke.

“I know your not sleeping.” He said and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe and you cringed.

You didn’t say anything hoping he would just go to sleep and you can all just start off tomorrow morning fresh.

He sighed into the side of your neck, you thought in defeat. But then you felt him slowly start to leave kisses on your neck. While creeping his hand up the shirt your were only wearing which was his.

You thought it would just end there before he fell asleep. But then you felt his hands coming down to your underwear.

“Lucas, I’m really tired.” You finally gave up the act.

He smirked down at you “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” He said while still assaulting your neck.

Your weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the uneasiness on your face. But that soon changed when he flipped you around to face him. Even in this dim light you could see his blood shot blue eyes and you missed seeing his ocean eyes.

They use to be so clear and beautiful before they were tainted with the red rims that is now part of him most of the days.

“That’s better.” He says to you as he leaned in for a kiss but this time on the lips. You didn’t push him away because you thought this was just a good night kiss. So when you felt his lips connect with yours you brought your hands up to his cheek and kissed him back. It was slow and gentle and you missed this. Just simply kissing him and not doing anything else.

You pulled away from the kiss to lean your head back down on the pillow because in all honesty you were getting tired. But Lucas wasn’t having it.

“Come on Y/N don’t sleep on me yet baby.” He says well placing his hands between your thighs.

“Lucas your drunk…”

“I’m not that drunk” he tells you while his hand still hasn’t moved.

You tried to reason with him. “Babe, I’m just really tired can we just do this another time. Please.” Why are you begging him, you shouldn’t be. Your subconscious told you.

“Come on Y/N, let’s just fuck around for a little bit. We haven’t in a while.” He whines while kissing your cheek.

But you remember the last time you did have sex it was like a week ago. In the car after you left one of your friends birthday parties.

Lucas said he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you all night. Which did make you feel pretty. But he literally made you guys leave early because he wanted you right then and wouldn’t wait. You couldn’t really say no when he went behind your back to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you left early, which was a lie.

You did want to stay longer, but Lucas insisted that you guys leave. You felt bad for lying but Lucas kept saying it was alright because he was gonna make you feel so good.

He couldn’t even wait until you guys got home.

You remembered he stopped driving and pulled over. Even when you told him that you felt more comfortable if you were at home in your own bed.

But he didn’t listen.

He said how he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and how he had to take you right in that car.

You remembered him saying how if you weren’t so beautiful and sexy that he could of waited.

Like it was your fault.

But he didn’t wait.

You were uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself that whole time he was inside of you, because yet again he put his own needs before yours.

So right now in this moment it felt like the same thing was happening.

“Lucas. I am really tired right now okay?!” You said in a stern voice. You tried to get him to face you so he could see how serious you were. But his face was still on your neck.

“I’ll be quick. Come on… I’ve had a long day at work and you’ve been so busy too. I miss you…” he tells you.

It was those times when he would say things like that, that you think it’s the truth. You hoped it was because you missed him too, but the old him. Maybe things are turning around for the better. But you weren’t sure.

Silence filled the room but you could still hear the sound of his lips on your skin. He moved lower and lower until he got to the rim of your underwear. He didn’t look up for confirmation but at the same time you didn’t stop him.

You have been working a lot so maybe this would make him happy again. Maybe after this he would stop coming home drunk. Maybe You were being to busy with work and everything.

Maybe this was a way to make up for it.

But you didn’t feel good because deep down you knew you didn’t want to be doing this right now.

And after it was over and Lucas pulled out of you and said those three words.

You knew something didn’t feel right.


There were so many new books that arrived today. You could barely keep up with the whole catalogue and making sure you put them on the right shelf.

The book store was packed today probably because of these new books. A lot of them you had to put aside because so many people were calling them to put them on hold before they sold out.

You were humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for weeks until you heard something behind you.

You turned around a saw a book on the floor. It must of fallen off the cart you thought as you grabbed “Everything Everything” and put it back on the cart.

You then continue with the teen fiction section making sure you put them in the right alphabetical order by the authors last name.

Sometimes you have these brain farts when you can’t remember which letter comes first in the alphabet so you have to start from the beginning and sing the alphabet song.

“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i-” suddenly you heard another thud behind you.

You turned around again and saw another book on the ground. But it was down the end of the aisle and it couldn’t be from your cart.

You walked over there and picked it up and placed it back where it belonged. Right when you did that a book on the shelf right beside you fell. You slightly jumped before it could hit your foot.

“What the hell?” You said out loud. You swear if it’s those kids again from a few months ago.

You peaked through the slot where the book had fallen too see who was on the other side pushing the books down.

No one was there you just saw to the other aisle. You sighed in frustration. Maybe it was a ghost-

“BOO!” Harry jumps into your view on the other aisle. You jumped and yelled and hit your head on bookshelf.

“Owww” you touched your forehead but you looked at your fingers and didn’t see blood.

“Oh my gosh!” Harry comes over and starts laughing uncontrollably. “You should of seen your face!”

You tried to look mad at him but it was hard when he looked so cute and happy laughing.

“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hit your head.” He says while still laughing.

“Well I did. And you distracted me from my work, you ass.” You couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and grinned.

“I’m sorry.” Harry pouts. “But I’m not really, after you nearly got me fired last week for setting my phone alarm to go off while I was checking out people! And “I’m sexy and I know it” came on!“

You giggled remembering how embarrassed Harry was as he tried to search for his phone to shut off the alarm as he had a line of customers ready to check out.

“I’ll get you back styles.” You point at him to make yourself look intimidating but it really didn’t.

“I’ll be ready, Love.” He raises his eyebrow and You just shook your head.

“Well the least you could do is help me put these books on the shelf. Especially the ones on the top shelf Mr.Long Legs.”

“Sure thing Ms. Shorty.” He teased.

“Hey!” You went over to the cart and got another book and so did Harry.

You checked the list to make sure you were putting it in the right place. Okay where is the name Hopkins? You thought as you skimmed through the H’s. After you found it you slide the book.

“You know I’m not short your just insanely tall-” you turned around to get another book, when you almost crashed into Harry. He was standing behind you as you you were putting the other book away. While he was putting another book above your head.

You were pretty much trapped between Harry’s frame as his hands were above you looking for the right author.

“Oh so now your trying to trap me?”

Harry looks down on you and smirked.

And suddenly you wanted look at Harry all day. His green eyes were mesmerizing. You tried to look away but when you did you just ended up looking at his pink lips.

You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.

“Hey hey.” Harry lifted up your chin to see your sad expression and glossy eyes. “If my jokes were that bad you could just tell me. I promise I won’t be offended, Love.”

You blink away the water in your eyes. “What? No that’s now why. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry and you know I love your cheesy jokes.”

“Ok just making sure.” He pulled away from you and picked up another book.

“Ohh I heard this book was pretty good.” He held up the book “Before I Fall”.

“Me too, they made a movie too and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s kind of mysterious and creepy too.” You explain.

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s in theaters anymore.”

“Aww that’s too bad…” you remember seeing the trailer and maybe wanting to see it but you didn’t have anyone to see it with. Lucas hated doing things like that.

“Maybe you can come over tonight. It’s on my Apple TV and we can watch it together.” Harry offers.

You look up from cataloging to see that Harry was waiting for your answer. You knew your answer already. But your mind suddenly went to your boyfriend. It didn’t matter what he thinks you told yourself. You are just hanging out with a friend and will be done before 11 if he is even home that early.

“I mean if you have other plans I totally understand-.”

“No, I don’t I would love to come.” You say and he smiles.

“Ok I’ll wait for you after your shift is over.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You say as he walks away to finish the rest of the work he had to do.

Now all you were thinking was that you hoped four hours will go by quickly.


“Do you want coke or Pepsi?” Harry yelled from his kitchen.

“Coke definitely!”

A few moments later Harry comes back with two cokes in one hand and a big bowl of popcorn in another.

He handed you a coke and said,“ your a coke girl, my favorite kind” he said jokingly and you giggled.

He also brought a big blanket down from upstairs. When it was time to sit and watch the movie Harry sat down right next to you barely leaving any room between you too. He layed out the blanket over your bodies and put the popcorn between you two.

It was now about seven o'clock and the sun was setting soon. But Harry’s apartment was so cozy and homey. You loved coming over here.

Harry pressed play and the movie started. As the movie was rolling Harry kept asking questions and making commentary that made you laugh.

“Why would she do that-”

“Harry be quiet this is the good part.” You placed your hand over his mouth and he licked your hand making you pull away and wipe your hand on your shirt.

“Your such a child!”

But then Harry hushed you to be quiet because the climax of the movie was happening.

When the movie ended you guys decided to watch The Notebook. It was Harry’s idea actually but you loved the movie too.

As the movie progressed. Your eyes began to get droopy but you tried fighting it. But you barely got any sleep last night.

So when you placed your head on Harry’s shoulder you fell into a deep sleep.


The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. Your eyes were still closed as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered.

“Hello?” You said with you groggy voice.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” Lucas’ voice boomed from the line.

Your eyes flew open. You were confused where you were for a second. But you took in your state as your laying in Harry’s lap as he’s fast asleep next to you practically holding you. You looked at your phone to see the time, and when it read 1am you nearly had a heart attack.

Holy Fuck.

“I’m so-rry. I’m at a friends and we were watching a movie and I accidentally fell asleep. I lost track of time.”

“Where are you? Send me the address I’m picking you up.” He demanded.

“No, it’s ok. I’m leaving right now. I swear you don’t need to come.” You tried no calm yourself from panicking.

“I swear to fucking god Y/N, if your not hear in a fucking 30 minutes I will-”

“I’ll be there, I promise I’m leaving right now. I’m sorry. I love you bye.” Lucas hangs up on you without saying anything.

“Is everything alright?” Harry yawns beside you. Making you realize that you were still very close to him. “Who was that? You got up quickly and started gathering your stuff.

“I have to go. I should of been home awhile ago. Lucas is worried” You frantically look for your other shoe as Harry watched you.

Harry knew who Lucas was, he met him a few times when they started dating. But he always gave him a weird vibe.

“Oh crap it is 1am. We slept for awhile did we?”


“That was the best nap I’ve ever taken. Your very warm and cozy Y/N like a pillow.” Harry said randomly.

Your stomach did a weird flip after Harry said that. You looked over at him with his hair a little messy from sleeping, and looked adorable.

You wanted to go back to the couch and let him hold you again.

“Let me at least drive you home.” Harry offered getting up from the coach.

“Of no you’ve done so much already. It’s fine I can walk.” You said too quickly.

“Absolutely not Y/N it’s 1am. What kind of friend would I be if I let my pretty friend walk home at night.”


“No way, at least let me call you an uber?”


The uber arrived 7 minutes later. As soon as you saw there headlights you went to the door.

“Hey I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Harry pouted.

You smiled and turned back around and Harry wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Text me when your home safe.” Harry whispers in your ear and you just nod. You didn’t want to leave but when Harry pulled away you knew you had to go.

But all you wanted was to back in Harry’s arms.


Part 2: Part 3:
Intimacy has nothing to do with sex - it is so much more than that… True intimacy is a state in which nothing exists between two people; no space, no inhibitions and no lies. It is two people who are spiritually in unison, united in a way that transcends the physical….
You can have sex with someone but that doesn’t mean it’s intimate - and you can be a million miles from someone, unable to touch them at all and be completely intimate with them. Physical distance is irrelevant if you’ve reached a state in which the entire world disappears and only the two of you exist. Together you form an impenetrable spiritual bond… nothing can come between you quite simply because nothing exists between you. You are soulmates, each possessing the others key components… one simply cannot function without the other. You cannot lie to them – they know you so well it’s as useless as trying to lie to yourself. You cannot put on any false personas with them - they know, love and accept all of you just as you are… even the darkest, ugliest parts of yourself you’re too ashamed to admit… A person who is intimate with you see’s all these things without even blinking…. with them you are both utterly vulnerable and completely safe.
And THAT is loves deepest desire… For someone to KNOW you – who you truly are because they are the closest person you have in the world and they love all of you, just as you are.
You can be physical with someone and have them for a night – or you can be intimate with someone and have them for a lifetime…
Granted, intimacy involves more time, effort and risk… but the experience is infinitely more rewarding and the love it inspires will last a lifetime…
Dance With Me

Anon said: omgosh a taeyong au where both of you are the “leaders” of a dance crew and oo there’s such so much sexual tension 👀 a make out sesh would be great hoho thank u!!

You hate Lee Taeyong because Lee Taeyong thinks his dance crew is better than yours, and Lee Taeyong is stupidly hot when he dances, and Lee Taeyong has a face you want to kiss and Lee Taeyong stole your heart in 3 seconds and you should hate him but you don’t. You’re ridiculously in love with him.

I feel like this is not what you asked for but… here this is anyways…? this gave me so many step up vibes and now i want to go watch the whole series. Enjoy!

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If Tamlin caught the Suriel in ACOMAF

You! You can’t lie! So tell me .. where… is… Feyre?

The Suriel : Uh. Hmm, well, uh, I don’t know where she’s not

Tamlin: You’re telling me you don’t know where Feyre is?

The Suriel : It wouldn’t be inaccurate to assume that I couldn’t exactly not say that it is or isn’t almost partially incorrect.

Tamlin: So you do know where she is!

The Suriel : On the contrary. I’m possibly more or less not definitely rejecting the idea that in no way with any amount of uncertainty that I undeniably

Tamlin: Stop it!

The Suriel : …do or do not know where she shouldn’t probably be, if that indeed wasn’t where she isn’t. Even if she wasn’t at where I knew she was.
That’d mean I’d really have to know where she wasn’t.
'Once Upon a Time': Everything You Need to Know About the Musical Episode
We know Emma and Hook are getting married in the upcoming musical episode, but what we don’t know quite yet is why — and EW hunted down Once Upon a Time executive producers Adam Horowitz and …

We know Emma and Hook are getting married in the upcoming musical episode, but what we don’t know quite yet is why — and EW hunted down Once Upon a Time executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis to get some answers.

But first, here’s what we know so far: The musical hour, which will air Sunday, May 7 at 8 p.m. ET on ABC, is titled “The Song in Your Heart.” As we previously revealed, the hour will feature seven original songs from Alan Zachary, Michael Weiner, and OUAT composer Mark Isham.

Among those singing during the episode are Emma (Jennifer Morrison), Regina (Lana Parrilla), Hook (Colin O’Donoghue), Charming (Josh Dallas), Snow (Ginnifer Goodwin), Zelena (Rebecca Mader), Henry (Jared Gilmore), Granny (Beverley Elliott), Grumpy (Lee Arenberg), Geppetto (Tony Amendola), and more. Here’s what else you need to know:

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Why is everyone breaking into song?
ADAM HOROWITZ: What we can say is that we want to keep the machinations a little bit of a surprise, but that it’s key to Emma’s journey — the journey that began in the pilot and that we’ve seen throughout the whole series. The singing and the musical is tied directly to Emma.

Why did you decide to do a musical for Emma’s wedding?
EDWARD KITSIS: At the beginning of the year, we met with these composers, Alan and Michael, who we love. When we started talking about the musical, we wanted it to be a special episode. We thought Emma’s wedding felt like the natural milestone for us.
HOROWITZ: It felt like the right place. Hopefully, when you see how the device works within the episode and how it relates to Emma and her character journey, it all seems to make sense that it would lead up to this. It worked on both a plot and character level, and it allowed us the fun of actually doing a musical episode.
KITSIS: One of the fun things about a musical is you emotionally say what you’re thinking in song. For Emma, who has been a very guarded and walled-up person, the wedding signifies the growth of her being able to trust someone again and letting her walls down, so we felt like the musical was perfectly a match with that.
HOROWITZ: All the songs in the musical are designed — and we hope this audience feels this way when they watch it — to not be to just stop and have a song; they’re designed to actually reveal character and move the story forward. Each song is constructed in a way that’s dealing with what’s going on with the characters and what’s going on with the story. We’re trying to move toward something. It builds to that wedding, which — like everything in the episode — we hope is filled with a few other surprises.

What can you tease for some of the songs we’ll be hearing?
KITSIS: The songs are all original. They’re specific to each character. Hook’s song, and the Evil Queen, Snow and Charming, it’s like their episodes all individually have their own tone to them, I think the songs are as well.
HOROWITZ: Stylistically, each song is suited to the character’s journey, so that when we see Hook singing, we can say that song does take place in a flashback, and it fits tonally in what a pirate would be thinking and what Hook would be thinking and therefore singing at the time we see him, which is kind of a pirate with a dark streak. In the same respect, when we see Snow and Charming’s song, there’s a duet and a true love element to it. Through all of them, we try to have the songs and the style of the songs tie into who the characters are and what they’re going through. The composers did an incredible job. These songs surpassed our expectations when we heard them, and then when we heard our cast and what they could do with them, it surpassed even further. So we’re really excited about it.
KITSIS: And they’re catchy.
HOROWITZ: Yeah, these are really fun, catchy, cool songs, and different styles from a ballad to real rock & roll to all sorts of stuff.

Are the characters aware that it’s odd that they’re singing? Do you go meta in that sense?
KITSIS: I would say yes.
HOROWITZ: Yup, it’s not just like singing and nobody acknowledges that songs are happening. They definitely acknowledge that there is singing going on and that it’s an unusual development, because through the previous 130 episodes, there hasn’t been singing.

When it came to singing and dancing, was there anyone in the cast who surprised you?
KITSIS: That is a really tough question because we knew the ones that were singing all had musical theater backgrounds.
KITSIS: Yes, Pongo really good. [Laughs.] No, we kind of went in knowing, but I’ll be honest, about a month before, Ginny [Goodwin] kept saying, “Oh, I can’t sing, I can’t sing,” and then when we heard her voice, we were like, “Why did you lie to us?” So I went in thinking, “Well, every time she sings happy birthday, it sounds great,” but she kept saying she couldn’t sing, and then when we heard her, it was phenomenal. I was only surprised in the sense that she told us she couldn’t and she could, so we have to call her out as a liar here at EW. She can sing!

One question that’s come up a lot: Is Rumple going to sing?
KITSIS: For that, we’ll have to wait until the musical airs!

Read our postmortem with Rebecca Mader on Zelena’s sacrifice here. Once Upon a Time airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET on ABC.

Put Yourself First


  • Hi love! Can I request #1 with Jackson ♥️?? Thank you so much!!! I look forward to your blog all the time, so thank you for your hard work in keeping your hungry readers satisfied!!♥️♥️ You’re too kind.
  • #1 with Jackson from Got7 
  • Can I request no.1 with Jackson please?

comments: okay, so i got a couple different requests in regards to this prompt, so i tried to meld them together as best as i could :) also, thank you all for the love <3

1) “You can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: light angst/fluff

You looked up, bobbing your head along calmly to the track blasting over the studio speakers. Jackson sat anxiously at the mixing board, swinging his swivel chair back and forth along with the beat. His face was overwhelmingly serious; brows furrowed and lips puckered as he concentrated on the sound. You were fairly confident in most of the music you had created for the album, but you couldn’t help but foster a small amount of anxiety as it played. 

You tapped your pen anxiously above the lyrics you had so painstakingly taken the time to perfect. The black scribbles across the page meant little to anyone that wasn’t you, but you attempted to wave that thought away. Someone, somewhere could relate. Everything was relative and if your words could make a fan feel a little less alone…then it was all worth it. 

You had been assisting in writing and composing music for JYP artists for the past few years, growing and thriving with the musicians around you. Life wasn’t always easy, and more often than not that was reflected in your writing. Artists never seemed to ask questions, as they appreciated the work you put in, but you were constantly challenged by a single entity. 

Jackson Wang. 

Jackson had quickly become a driving force in your career, insisting he should assist in at least the rap writing for Got7. You didn’t mind, initially encouraging how precocious he was about being involved in the songs they would be performing. After several writing sessions, you rapidly came to realize your misstep, Jackson was going to push you, and you wouldn’t always be okay with it. 

Most people knew Jackson as a big-hearted individual, overflowing with positive affirmations and kindness for everyone he met. That was simply one of the many sides of this complex man. Few people outside of his members were privileged enough to witness him in “work mode.” He became determined, often frustrated, and spread himself too thin. At his core, he wanted to please everyone and create the best content he possibly could. and often you were caught in his crossfires. 

The song you had both been so focused on faded out and Jackson wasted no time to spin in his chair and stare at you. He remained silent for a moment as he searched your face, mildly confused. 

“Aish, don’t look at me like that,” you groaned, looking anywhere but at him. 

“Read me the chorus again,” he said quietly, bringing his fingers to tap against each other. 

“I’m not at my best when you are around. 
When you’re lost, I feel as if I’ve found…
the real me, apart from we.
How can you always drag me down? 

i can’t catch my breath when i’m running away
chasing after the words you’d never say
can this be, can you see 
I don’t know how to stay.”

Your voice was barely audible as you reached the end of the chorus, not having to ever actually read the words aloud to yourself. You shook your head quickly, pushing away the memories attempting to come to the forefront of your mind. You looked up slowly to Jackson who’s eyes had never left your face. He heaved a large sigh before standing and plopping alongside you on the aged, worn couch shoved into the corner of the room. 

“I told you not to look at me like that,” you grumbled, shutting your notebook and slapping it on the coffee table before you. 

“How long have I known you?” Jackson sighed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know,” you lied, turning away and examining one of the promotional posters on the wall.

“Try again,” Jackson smiled, knowing better. 

“Since before you knew Korean probably,” you hummed. 

“I still don’t know Korean,” he giggled. “So that’s not a good time marker.”

“Oh hush, you’re as Korean as anyone else here,” you muttered, picking at a hole in your jeans. Jackson noticed and moved his hand to grab yours, halting your fingers from their busy work. He held your palm lightly in his, scraping his callused thumb back and forth across the tender flesh. 

“I don’t think…I’ve ever listened to a song like this…at least not one that you’ve wrote,” he whispered, tilting his head. His eyes were serious again. “Usually Jaebum hyung or Jinyoungie are the ones writing about unrequited love.” 

“It’s not about unrequited love,” you groaned. “It’s about trying to escape a relationship that isn’t healthy for you.”

Jackson lifted his brows as he leaned back, never stopping his mindless tick of playing with your fingers. You felt odd as you kept your hand held in his, not used to his unusual quirk or being this close to an attractive male. It had been some time after all. 

“What, Jackson?” you mumbled, exasperated. “I know your facial expressions say more than enough, but please, I know you have no issue with verbalization.”

“Well…I guess my first question,” Jackson nodded. “Is…who hurt you, Y/N? The lyrics are just…so sad? Why are they like that?” 

“Aish,” you hissed, looking away and pulling your hand from his. Jackson eyed you as if you had just smacked him across the face. He recrossed his legs and brought his eyebrows together in frustration. 

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…I just don’t think that anyone should feel like that,” he sighed. 

“Be realistic,” you grumbled. “Not everything can be unicorns and rainbows, Jackson.”

“I’m aware,” he whispered bitterly, his face now radiating hurt. You breathed deeply before releasing a long and tired sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was insult someone who showed genuine care about wanting to learn more about your past, no matter how gory the details. 

“You’ve been in a relationship, right?” you sighed. Jackson looked away sheepishly, crossing his arms as it was now his turn to survey the poster tacked to the wall. 

“Hey, I’m not an ahgase, so you don’t have to lie. Well…I mean…I am an ahgase by default…but not one who lives under the delusion that you’ve never shared an intimate moment with someone,” you continued. 

“Yes, I’ve been in a few,” he stuttered out, still anxiously gauging your reaction. 

“Then you know, not all relationships are panned to work out,” you sighed. “The inspiration for this song was one of those.”

“Well that’s fine and good,” Jackson nodded. “But I still feel as if we’re skimming the surface here.”

“I can’t tell if you’re genuinely concerned or just a gossip,” you mused. 

“Both,” he grinned. 

“It was just…it was a relationship to where I cared about the other person a hell of a lot more than they cared about me,” you whispered. “I did everything for him…and all he did was let me down. I felt like I was losing myself while trying to salvage what was left of us. I waited around for him to become something he very obviously wasn’t…and only ended up hurting myself in the end.” 

“Y/N,” Jackson cooed, leaning forward to take your hand again. This time it was different than it had been before, his touch more comforting, his eyes more heartfelt. “You can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm”

“Listen to you!” you laughed, shaking your head. “I know you’re trying to give advice here, but you could use a little bit of your own.”

“How do you figure!” he gasped. “I’m not busy taking care of people who are bad for me.”

“Maybe not bad for you, but you sure are concerned about everyone but yourself,” you mumbled. You watched the expression on Jackson’s face quickly change again, making a mental note to watch your words. He was extremely susceptible to even the smallest amount of crudeness in your tone. 

“You work so incredibly hard and are so worried about keeping everyone happy…you forget about your own happiness,” you continued quietly. You patted his hands as you spoke, trying to be as comforting as he was. “See…so you can’t set yourself on fire…to keep others warm. You can’t keep spreading yourself too thin.”

“And you shouldn’t make yourself feel terrible just to make someone happier in a relationship,” Jackson nodded, biting his lip. 

“Well…I’m not in the relationship anymore, am I?” you giggled. 

“So what?” he gasped. “Am I supposed to quit my work?”

“No!” you groaned. “You’re supposed to consider the jobs you take and be more proactive with your schedule. Just like you’ve always been proactive with involving yourself with our writing. I know you want to make everyone proud, but you already are. A little rest won’t change that.” 

Jackson nodded slowly, biting his lip as he gave you a side eye. You knew his wheels of thought were constantly spinning, so there was no telling what would come out of his mouth next. 

“Put myself first,” he whispered. “Make myself happy.”

“That is the idea,” you nodded, giving him a kind smile. 

“Alright then, let’s go,” he said with a short nod as he sprung to his feet and grabbed your hand. He tugged you up and began strolling to the door. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” you spit out quickly, dragging your feet as his strong arms propelled you forward. “Go? Where are we going? We were finalizing the song!” 

“Not anymore,” he said firmly. “We’re putting ourselves first.”

“Can’t we put ourselves first afterwards?” you groaned, still fighting his tugs. 

“That wouldn’t be in the spirit of today’s message, now would it?” Jackson chuckled. 

“So what exactly are we doing?” you muttered, finally pulling Jackson to a stop. He spun around, shifting his hand from it’s position on your wrist, to interlock his fingers with yours instead. His smile was warm and friendly as his eyes connected with yours, conveying something you had never quite seen from him before. 

“I’m taking you for a cup of coffee. We aren’t going to talk about work, and I may even put my arm around you. This is a date, Y/N,” he whispered, beginning your forward motion again. 

“A-a date?” you stuttered. 

Jackson laughed, looking over his shoulder to shoot you a wink. “You told me to do things that make me happy, didn’t you?”

Originally posted by omgplsjackson

Alright, I dunno what’s messing up my posts… :,,,v but I took precaution and took a picture :3 Anyway, here is the original post… exactly like it was supposed to be uploaded:))

Hello, and thank you very much for your request. It’s great! I sometimes get those moments too ( where I’m feeling clingy, y'know :,v) so I guess it’s kinda relatable??? Welp, hope you enjoy guys!! <3

1 year. You had been together 1 year, and until now, you were sure everything was going great. Although it had taken time for Todoroki to get past your shy personality, you eventually became comfortable with each other and could talk about absolutely everything. That was until you heard two fellow classmates talking about your relationship. How they thought that you were a little too clingy towards Todoroki, and that you were often a burden to him during gatherings and social events.

You weren’t supposed to be hearing, of course, and even though it wasn’t stated directly at you, it hurt… It was not their intention to do so, but it did. It never even crossed your mind, but thinking about it… maybe you were too clingy. He ate lunch at your table, instead of at his friends’, spent the weekend with you, studied with you… wow. Thinking about it, it seemed as if you had forced him to be with you all the time.

When you were just friends it was different, it was obvious, and evidently, people had picked up on that. But, did he think the same way?

The ringing of the school bell disrupted your thoughts. Lunch time.

You decided to not give it any more thought. It was only someone’s opinion. So, as usual, you sat with your boyfriend.

“You seem quiet, is something bothering you?” He asked while inching closer. Usually, you wouldn’t react to it, the both of you had become more affectionate towards each other, and this was just normal, being close. However, you backed away. Both consciously and unconsciously.

“Uh… yeah. Everything is alright ”
You tried giving him a reassuring smile, but it didn’t convince him. He knew you, and you were clearly lying.

“I know something’s up [name]. I can see it in your face. Now spill.” There he was, asking about your issues, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak! It was embarrassing to say the least. So you made up another lie.

“Well, now that you noticed, I am worried about the test, maybe it’s best if I study,” yeah, that should work, you were often worried about school, so it was believable. But… perhaps you could use this to give him some space. “ all week. Someone is already tutoring me. So don’t worry about that” you smiled a more believable smile this time. And he bought it.

“Alright, good luck with it” he took your hand and smiled before giving you a peck on the cheek. You were so lucky to be with him. That’s more the reason why you should give him a little space for himself, to have fun and hang with the guys. So you gave him one last reassuring squeeze and retired your plate.

After classes you headed to your room and plopped yourself on the bed. You didn’t know it could feel this relaxing, and your pillow had just the right amount of fluffiness. For some strange reason, bad thoughts came to your mind. Again.

You began thinking about your relationship with Todoroki. Both of you shared a sweet and innocent love you wouldn’t trade for anything in the universe. He was your world, hope, and light. And if you had to change a little bit about you for his sake, there was no doubt you’d do it. Without noticing, warm tears began streaming down your gentle face. Sobbing came later… were you annoying? Was your relationship as great as you thought or were you just delusional? You cried and cried, until a gentle knock was heard.

“Hey, [name]. It’s me. You left your notebook at my room. Thought you might need it” It was Todoroki, you could hear his voice clearly through the door.

You dashed to the bathroom and cleaned yourself up as quickly as you could, your eyes still notably red from the crying. Still, you had to open.

“Uh, yeah, coming.” You shouted in a singsong voice.

You open the door and encountered his tired eyes, notebook in hand.

“I don’t mean to be rude but mind if I come in?” He asked. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t deny him the entrance. So you let him.

“Look, I didn’t want to discuss it in the hallway but clearly something IS bothering you” he put a loud emphasis on the ‘is’. “ I mean, your eyes tell me you’ve been crying!” He raised his voice, which was a very weird sight, even for you.

“Oh” you laughed a little “ it’s just some allergies, y'know, because of spring? Don’t mind them”

A pair of soft hands reached your own and pulled you towards Todoroki as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“I can see you are hurting. I don’t know why, but you are. You have me, you can talk to me. It hurts me too, and I can’t bear watching you like this. So, do me a favor and speak to me so that I can help you.” His voice was desperate, yet calm. He was genuinely concerned about you.

You sat down beside him. And spoke your mind. After that, he ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly, and embraced you tightly. You could feel his warmth and his hair lightly tickling the side of your face.

“If I thought you were clingy… do you think I’d like to spend most of my time with you? It is my decision to do so, so you can be sure I enjoy every second I spend with you. And what other people think is there problem. Alright?” He held your face gently and showed you a shy smile. “Now let me show you how much I love you” he began tickling you, making you laugh and let out all your worries while tenderly kissing every bit of your face.

You could be sure you loved him, and he loved you back.

Coming back on to good ol’ and being immediately met with drama


Nerd | Punk 

two sides of the same coin?

Nerdcup and Punkcup by @oh–you–pretty–things 

(click on first image to see clearly…)

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how each of the members (+ the usual) would act if MC got really into vaporwave untill they embodied the aesthetic / lifestyle of that classic synth look.

I had to do some research for this and I apologize for the lack of accuracy if there’s any. I had a blast doing this regardless lol so I hope you like it, anon!

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • thinks you pull it off so well!
  • not gonna lie he’s a fan of the Aesthetic.
  • had a few retro video game t-shirts somewhere in his closet and yup, they’re yours now.
  • no regrets though you look so damn good he’s weak.
  • though it may seem like you’re taking it a little bit to the extreme
  • he fully supports you as long as you’re happy and enjoying yourself.
  • and after some time he starts showing more interest in it.
  • he even asks you to teach him your ways!


  • what.
  • MC please explain.
  • what is with this music?
  • just for a second there thinks it’s from porn films and regrets it right away, hence his blushing face.
  • doesn’t have the guts to tell you.
  • and instead waits for an explanation from you.
  • and thANK GOD he did he’s so relieved.


  • lowkey likes the music you listen to, it’s oddly relaxing.
  • and she’s sort of interested in the history of the genre.
  • but she does not like the art style nor the aesthetic.
  • it’s too much for her eyes to process.
  • still, it’s good to see you so invested in something.
  • you supported her after discovering her love for coffee.
  • so it should be easy, right? supporting your love for… sampled tracks from the 80s?
  • just please don’t overdo it to the point where it’s worrisome, MC.


  • is confused.
  • turns to urban dictionary because seriously what is this obscure retro thing you’re so obsessed with?
  • “critique of global capitalism?” “elevator music?” “synthesizers?”
  • oh okay.
  • kind of gets it now, can see the appeal.
  • offers to get you a macintosh.
  • you know he would.
  • all in all, he supports any and all of your interests.
  • and is actually curious about it so he’s constantly asking questions.


  • excited bean gets on board with it right away!
  • I mean he probably got you into it in the first place.
  • so many memes.
  • what did you say? you wanna redecorate? sure!!
  • the place now looks like windows XP utopia.
  • gets you a lot of vintage stuff like vhs tapes, computers, literally anything that piques your interest.
  • personalizes a computer so that it has both current and discontinued characteristics just for you.
  • is happy that you get to bond over a common interest tbh.


  • likes the retrofuturist and nostalgic vibe of it.
  • but he’s a bit worried about some of the recurring themes of the genre.
  • so you both sit down and have a talk to clear things up
  • until you assure him everything’s okay.
  • and overall soft boi would not have anything bad to say?
  • given his artistic views, he gets excited over stuff like this.


  • initial response: ????
  • what the hell MC you’re ridiculous, stop embarrassing yourself.
  • ah, but there’s one tiny detail he’s trying really hard to hide.
  • yes, saeran choi likes and listens to vaporwave on a daily basis.
  • but he’s so ashamed of it and envies you a little for taking pride in your passion? like how?
  • after a while, he starts opening up to you slowly but surely.
  • “pft you’re listening to that crap again? try this song instead, it’s better, trust me.”


  • fucks given that day: nonexistent.
  • it’s not their thing, the art seems tacky and the music makes them feel… something they can’t quite pinpoint, it’s weird.
  • but you do you, buddy, whatever makes you happy.
  • they appreciate the warped sense of humor, though.
  • they knew you were one of a kind.
  • so they just let you be.
Hidden (Part 9)

My head hits the window as we pull into a place my eyes slowly adjusts to. I look over to Jinyoung and his lips press into a thin line. He gets out first and stands at the front of the car as he looks out to the secluded home, far from the city. I stay in the car. My stubbornness keeps me in place. I don’t want to get out and I certainly don’t want to enter the home if that’s the plan.

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