you probably know that i should be doing something else rn

reasons to love day6

jae;

  • A Dork, a lanky palm tree
  • loud at first and then becomes really quiet and listens to/observes other people
  • best facial expressions 
  • is always willing to give up something if he feels like someone else would benefit more from it (eg: when he gave wonpil the last piece during the vlive mukbang
  • wow how did i go this long without mentioning hIS VOicE?!?!?!???? boy knows how to pull off the raspy hipster voice while still clearly expressing emotion
  • when he clears his throat in every single damn radio show cover (+Dance Dance) 
  • casually has all these melodies and beautiful lyrics hidden somewhere in his head 
  • actually a really deep thinker even though on the surface all he does is meme
  • the fact that he already graduated college before he got into the industry so he’s pretty much got himself all figured out 
  • most relatable human (”I am trash but it is worth it” -Jae 2k17)
  • american humour, totally a tumblr dude
  • can someone pls tell him he looks good with or without his glasses he’s so insecure
  • looks like the kind of person that would either be really fun or really boring on road trips

sungjin;

  • Meme Father, busan boy
  • looks serious and intimidating until he does literally anything
  • that look he gets where he’s initially ticked off and then realizes that he should probably just let it go
  • THE RASPY THING HE DOES WITH HIS VOICE 
  • i think i’ve only ever heard him go out of tune once, like ever
  • when he uses the shaker in english song covers
  • that time he said “misunderstanding” on asc
  • he’s so willing to make a fool out of himself for others’ enjoyment (eg: basically any time he dances and he knows everyone’s laughing because he’s horrible but he OWNS IT
  • he’s sassy literally 25/7 he’s so sarcastic bih i LOVE it
  • how he clearly understands what people are saying in english but he just laughs silently and doesn’t respond 
  • he learned how to play so many instruments before he settled on guitar and leader 
  • his aCcENt,, 
  • he dresses himself like a casual fratboy or a farmers child there’s no in-between 

brian;

  • The Middle Child 
  • mediates all conversations between all members always
  • can someone call him YoungK at least once pls
  • is he sleeping or is he jumping off the walls rn who knows could be either one
  • so spontaneous and goes with the flow and super chill
  • relatable university student (”are you ready for your exam?” “no i’m going to study the night before”)
  • when he says CAAAAnada and Toroooonnuh (as a canadian I certify that’s how we say it)
  • he just really loves terry 
  • a lyrical genius,, man in a movie got me shook fam
  • somehow finds time to write and compose almost all day6 songs while still balancing school life and personal life
  • that time wooyoung exposed him by telling the story of how drunk Brian wouldn’t stop saying fuck into the phone
  • how quickly he mastered english even though he only lived in canada for a few years (I know people who’ve been here for 10+ years and they still can’t pronounce the “th” sound it’s difficult ok)
  • how flawlessly he transitions between falsetto and his normal singing voice and then it goes really low and then oh that’s a truMPet
  • does anyone even know what his real hair colour is anymore

wonpil;

  • Personification of Sunshine 
  • his go-to facial expression is to smile as wide as he can
  • the way his whole face and body language changes when he smiles
  • his voice is so unique but he’s got a great range and it’s really strong
  • he tries so hard when speaking in english
  • embraces the fact that he gets weird sometimes and runs with it (”hyung are you a bear”)
  • has written some of the most beautiful lyrics in their songs 
  • winking machine
  • “this dance move is really hard guys seriously try it” 
  • that sound he makes when he’s really confused like EH?? and he just stumbles over his words until it fades into quiet and then he goes AAAH AH AH AH OK 
  • fashion icon 
  • he’s just here to have a good time fam 
  • aegyo king except he spends like a full minute hyping himself up to do it
  • he just really loves dowoon

dowoon;

  • little baby puppy don’t hurt him
  • has so much love for the other members and is so grateful
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you 
  • strong af (eg: that time he killed a mosquito and ended up punching a hole in the freaking wall) 
  • sososososososososoo shy and his ears get red but he embraces it and tries to overcome it 
  • when he speaks you’re automatically like ??? did that voice just come out of that smol bean
  • and is actually so sassy and sarcastic??
  • has the best comedic timing 
  • every once in a while he comes out with these sayings that are absolute gems ok;
  • ”dowoon what are your dreams” “I’m so rich that I take the taxi everywhere. actually I don’t take the taxi. I walk.
  • “say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” “superaoefjnoawenfiaweocious” (nailed it)
  • “i’m a man in a….” “ moooovieee~” 
  • when he speaks english (”your eyes like… black hole.”)
  • pretty much grounds the whole group 
  • is taking vocal lessons! pls support this shy puppy

217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.

The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.

You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.

Part of you just wanted to get it over with.

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Not Alone

Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.299

Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm

A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!! 

I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that

ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY


“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall

“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.

“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.

“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands. 

“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair. 

Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”

His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.

“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.

“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.


Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.

From: (Y/N)♕ ♥

hey

babe

baaaaaabe

babyyyyyyy  [delivered: 11:21am]

hobi

hoseok

jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]

He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.

“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.

“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.

“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.

“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.

“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you. 

“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung. 

Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

what’s up baby? :)

Read: 11:28am

Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.

From: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning

i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..

you dont have to if you dont have time though!!

His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i’ll be there in 10

As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door. 

“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.

“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving. 

He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side. 


Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.

Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.

Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper. 

Jackpot. That should be it.  

Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.

Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.

She’s never shown me any of her drawings… 

“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text. 

Texts with dates.

Smeared texts with dates.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts. 

“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”

“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.

“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”  

Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?

His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.

He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.


“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.

Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.

“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.

“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.

“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on. 

Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly. 

“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.

He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”

You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”

“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.

“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.

“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.

“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.

As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.

“I love you Jung Hoseok”

“I love you more (Y/L/N) (Y/N)”

©jiminelli

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‘  after you hit 21, you start forgetting your age cause ain’t nothing else to look forward to, besides sweet death  ’
‘  why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable  ’
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‘  what the fuck is a good day  ’
‘  sleeping pattern: ??¿?¿??¿¿¿?¿  ’
‘  is he………you know…….*makes football throwing motion*….straight?  ’
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‘  “you’re obsessed with yourself” and you’re not??? sad. tragic  ’
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‘  is there a scholarship for trying  ’
‘  me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism??????? what?????  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m feeling but there is a lot of it  ’
‘  i require a lot of attention or you get a lot of attitude  ’
‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and it’s the only one i have  ’
‘  you’re important to me, you piece of shit  ’

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.18

A/N: This is getting closer and closer to the end and I’m excited, yet sad because I’m in love with this story that I’ve created. Anyway, I didn’t mean to kill you with the last chapter (I’m lyin), so this chapter is my apology. A whooollee lot of fluff with like a splash of drama. I’m sure you know 100 notes and feedback by now, but I hope you enjoy💕

Boiiiii I’ve already written pt 19 and there’s so much shit that goes down, it might kill you.

**WARNING**: Smut but like…that gentle shit lmaoo


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


~ “We won’t get caught”
~ What?
~ There’s pictures of us swapping spit at the mall all over the internet rn
~ You couldn’t have just said kissing?
~ Shut up..you’re in trouble
~ Well fuck
~ Just go on twitter and say the picture is old or something, they won’t know
~ Ahh, you do have a brain
~ Fuck you
~ When? You know I will happily

You rolled you eyes at his comment and decided not to text him back. Locking your phone and placing it into your back pocket, you continued to pass the time by binge watching Law & Order SVU while shoving hot fries into you mouth.

Hours after hours of watching the show, it was about eight in the evening when you decided that you should probably cook dinner. While chopping the raw chicken into chunks, the buzzer for your apartment sounded, alerting you that someone was trying to get to you. Wiping your hands off on the small towel beside you, you quickly trotted to the door to figure out who was there.

“Yes?”

There was silence for a few seconds before the husky voice belonging to Calum came through the intercom.“H-hey, Y/N.”

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Day6 / Giving them a lap dance

Requested: Yes. @doyoung-gurl I’m sorry it’s not up to par with my other reactions ;( I hope you like it anyway!! 

There isn’t a back story, but giving them a lap dance after a stressful day and I’m not that good at creating multiple back stories lol so I left it at that!

I should be doing homework, but :) I’m a terrible student and I’m going to fail in a large pit of fire anyway. Fuck it.

Originally posted by kpopdaily

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‘Samme tid et helt annet sted i universitet’ - Evak one shot.

So, I did a Thing. 

Now, English isn’t my first language and I haven’t read it over and I don’t have a beta but I needed to write something for Even and Isak because I’m not ready to say goodbye. I’m really emotional rn. 

Anyway, this is what I think happened after Even came over to Isak’s house after he told him to call him when he broke up with Sonja (aka, smut. And fluff, I’m starving for Evak fluff help. Also I have never written smut before so be kind, thanks). 

Enjoy, and comment if you’d like. It may get a second chapter, if inspiration strikes. Feel free to give me ideas. :) 



Originally posted by softestisak

He remembers every single instant, second for second, minute for minute.

How he was so anxious and scared and terrified that he’d lost Even forever, until he discovered that he hadn’t.

When he looked outside the window and saw him standing in front of his building, with his jeans jacket and his perfect hair – his heart leapt out of his chest, and all the fucking butterflies of the world started pestering his stomach, his chest. His brain went blank for a few seconds, until he realized that he really was there. He didn’t call, he just ran to his goddamn house.

‘It’s Even’ – Isak told his friends – his incredible, amazing friends, who hadn’t judged him or anything when he came out to them, who helped him and loved him even more and he couldn’t even breathe for the sheer happiness he felt, the belonging, and he thanked the moon for them every day -.

'Even? He’s here? Are you kidding?’ - the faces and comments they pull would have made him laugh in any other circumstance, but right then? They had to get out as soon as possible.

So of course he threw them out, even if he loved them, because Even was there and he just needed to talk to him immediately.


When he finally reached the door and opened it, he didn’t know what he should say or feel. Having Even in front of him like this, after all that happened, Isak didn’t really comprehend what was going to happen. He truly wanted to talk with him – except that, he really didn’t.

The boy in front of him – almost a man – looked like he wanted to say something, but just couldn’t think of anything else besides from 'Hi’.

So he took the situation in his hands, went for his neck and brought his lips down to his.

Did it miss this feeling, like fireworks and fire and a fucking storm all wrapped up in one and when the hell did he become such a sapp?

He couldn’t have cared less, not when the man of his life was pulling him up on the wall of his living room, where anyone could come in and see them (he couldn’t bring himself to care about that either). When Even pulled away he wanted to reach for him, but then he was pulling off his flannel, and then he took off his snapback, and his shirt, and Even’s too. And just like that they were half naked, and he just needed to feel him against his skin, keep him close and just breathe in everything that was so undeniably Even, Even, Even. His perfume, his hair, all ruffled with him always running his hands through it.

He felt like time and space and all the other universes didn’t exist in that precise moment, but only Even’s mouth on his lips, on his neck, on his shoulders, and his chest and his navel… and suddenly, Even was looking up at him from the floor, giving his usual eyebrow thing that made him go wild. Isak swallowed and just kept staring. Then one of his hands went in his hair and he nodded.

Even was swift in opening his button and his fly and getting rid of his jeans, which went to the floor. He thought for a moment that maybe he should take off his shoes and kick them away, but then Even’s hand was touching him through his briefs and his mind caught off all thoughts.

He was watching every single reaction he had with his heated gaze, making him want to kiss him and laugh and cry all at the same time and he just needed him so much he was going to fall on the ground soon and just beg him to fuck him right then and there, or he would lose his mind.

His eyes probably told all of this to Even, because then he was skimming his boxers off his hips and down, past his knees. Isak didn’t have time to be self-conscious, because in a second Even’s hand was on him, and he inhaled sharply, pleasure coursing through his veins and he knew that he wouldn’t have lasted much longer.

He almost fell down when his mouth went around him, taking him all in in one go. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. If a bomb were to come down on them then, he really wouldn’t have noticed. He kept staring at Even’s face, at his cheeks hollowing, and he was so fucking thankful that he kicked his friends out – thank God he did that.

'E-Even, I’m gonna… please…’ - Isak didn’t know what he wnted to say, maybe just warn the boy in front of him of what was going to happen, but he didn’t seem to mind, far from it, he just picked up his pace and kept a steady look on his face.

Isak couldn’t take it anymore, he exploded, seeing stars inside of his eyelids, not believing how could it all felt.

Even didn’t stop until he had swallowed every single drop, then he got off his knees and got up, looking at him all the time; all he could do was sttare back at him with half-lidded eyes, full of lust and amazement. Then he kissed him, still naked, his heart beating faster when he tasted himself in Even’s mouth. He moaned, slipping his tongue inside the other’s mouth and pulling him closer. Isak’s hand went for Even’s jeans, opening them and pulling them down, and he could feel how much he was hard.

But one of Even’s hands stopped him, kissing him once more and then smiling down at his wondering face.

'You don’t have to if you’re not ready.’

Isak wanted to kiss Even, kiss him and hug him and keep him beside him forever, because no one had ever made him feel so wanted and cherished and full of life and passion. He didn’t know what would’ve happened if he’d lost him – not having him, not feeling like this, made his life seem duller and grey and terrible.

Isak shook his head and pecked his lips.

'I want to. I want you, every single part of you. But I believe that we shoud move … all of this to my bedroom’.

They took off our shoes and jeans and boxers, then Isak grabbed his hand in his and led him to his room.


The door wasn’t even fully closed before Isak had him pinned on it, going for his neck and his lips and gripping his waist and then around it. His eyes shone in the darkness of the place, and all he could think about was that he wanted this man to stay there with him for all of eternity, even after the galaxies and all the worlds had been destroyed.

He pulled him to his bed, letting him fall on it and laying on him, kissing him like his life depended on it.

Then he started sliding down, tracing Even’s figure with his mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses on his navel and on his hipbone, his skin marveling and fascinating.

When he reached his goal he casted his look on Even’s face, starstrucked and beautiful in a new way, with pleasure and eagerness and fondness all wrapped into one in his expression. He kept looking at him when he started stroking him, when he parted his lips slightly and kissed only the head, feeling a salty feeling on them when he licked them. He inhaled, transfixed by his boy’s movements.

Isak slowly tried to take all of him in his mouth, but it was really and impossible feature for someone as inexperienced as him – but Even didn’t seem to mind, based on his moans.

'God… Isak… just…’ - the younger boy took that as a hint to go a bit faster, so he did.

He swallowed around him, compensating with his hand. He felt Even’s fingers in his hair, and the action only fired him up more, so he went faster and faster, until the boy was moaning so loudly his neighboors had probably a really good idea on what was going on there. He found he didn’t care in the slightlest. He adored this Even, turned up and restless. Isak couldn’t get enough of him.

Soon after he was bucking up in his mouth, eyes closed and a silent cry trapped in his throat. Isak shuddered at the feeling of Even’s come in his mouth, but he didn’t mind (at all).

He swallowed all of it, feeling quite proud of his performance, until Even reached down and brought him up on him, kissing him thouroughly.

'That was the most amazing thing ever’ – he said, looking up at him.

'The feeling is mutual’ – Isak nipped their noses together, then kissed him and tucked himself in Even’s side, his forehead touching the other’s.

'We really need to talk, but first I think we need to get some sleep’ – Even whispered to him, kissing his nose and then his lips. Isak’s stomach twisted for a moment, but then he felt more relaxed he had been in a week.

'That’s chill’ – his eyelids felt heavy, and he welcomed sleep two minutes after that.


Even watched Isak succumb to a dreamless slumber – the younger boy really looked like he needed it.

He tucked a stray errand of locks out of his eyes, caressing his cheek and his lips and just observed him for a good half an hour.

He thought that he could sleep, too, now. He hadn’t felt like this ever before, and he knew that he needed to talk to Isak. He was terrified of losing him. Of feeling rejected and seeing an expression of horror and fear decend on this magnificent boy’s face.

Even kissed Isak’s forehead and closed his eyes too, trying to calm his troubled mind.


The next morning Isak woke up alone, and for a minute or two he felt a deep sense of confusion and sadness and bitterness when he noticed Even wasn’t there.

Only when he found him in his kitchen, preparing breakfast for them both and chatting with Eskild and Noora (who were so flirting with his boy, though he didn’t get the time to be jelous since Even went on and smiled widly and kissed him in front of them and how did he deserve this anyway?).

'I thought you had left’ – he told him when they were finally alone.

'I was just here, cooking breakfast’. Even kissed him like it was the easiset and most normal thing in all the world. Maybe it was. It still amazed him so much.


After breakfast Even proposed to take a shower together. Isak agreed wholeheartedly – even if he was a bit nervous. He needn’t have to.

He stripped him of his shirt – and then he realized that Even was wearing his shirt, and his trousers. He warmed up inside at the thought. It was the sweetest and most adorable thing he had ever noticed.

But all of that went out of the window as soon as they were both naked – and hard. So painfully hard.

Even’s touches were always tender, not from fear of hurting him, on the contrary, he touched him like he was the most precious thing in his whole world and didn’t want to scare him off or hurt him. Isak loved the sensation, and he loved it when they got under the jet of water, and he loved even more when they started kissing. Not rushed, heated kisses, but sensual and slow-burning kisses. A first for them – midways from the ones they shared on his bed that afternoon that seemed so long ago, and the ones from the night before.

Isak couldn’t get enough of him, of touching him and feeling him so up close. One of his hands went into his hair, while the other started down. He felt Even’s breath in his mouth when he reached him, and the feverish way he started touching him in return.

He thought that he couldn’t get any better than this (he was wrong, of course).

Isak wanted to make Even feel as good as possible; he wasn’t ready, yet, to go all the way. But there was something he could do to him – also, some more practice couldn’t hurt him, and seeing Even’s face contort in pleasure above him was something incredibly hot and perfect. Just like him.

He took him in his mouth, a bit more confidently, and he kept on teasing him for more than twenty minutes at least, until Even was a breathless, moaning mess above him, his knees and thighs – now covered in hickeys and signs of Isak’s presence, just like his neck and his chest -  trembling.

'Please, babe, please… please please please I need t-to come… I can’t take it anymore… I-Isak…’.

He finally had mercy on him, so he picked up his speed and took him fully in. Two seconds later Even tried (and failed) to reign in his scream when he came, harder than he ever did.

Isak welcomed it in, but didn’t manage to keep it all in, so when Even looked down at him he saw a bit of liquid on the corners of the boy’s mouth, groaned and kissed him, breathless.


After that, Even and Isak went to the living room, where they settled for a bit in front of the tv. They were cuddled up and almost asleep, when Eskild enterd the room and sat on the couch on the other side from them.

'So… I guess you guys had fun. At least from what we heard’

Isak turned bright red and cast his eyes down, while Even only chuckled slightly.

'We did’

'Even!’ - the boy let his head fall on his … boyrfriend’s? Shoulder, his cheeks burning up more and more.

'Well, I’m happy for you. I just wanted to ask you to take your clothes with you the nest time you start your… activites in this room. I for myself don’t mind seeing boxers lying on the floor of the living room, but I think Noora had a minus stroke.’

'I did not, Eskild’ – a voice startled them, arriving from the corridor. A second later the girl appeared, a bit flushed.

'I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. Also, it’s not really hygenic, leaving underwear out like that’.

'Seriously, Noora, you need dick. And I feel like I’m repeating myself here, but really. It’s been a month since you came back. What are you planning to do?’.

Isak glanced up from Even’s shoulder to look at his friends. He truly thought that Willim was acting like an idiot, letting Noora go like that. He believed that their love was stronger than anything.

Even looked at him inquisitively. 'I’ll explain you later’ – he told him.

'That’s none of your business, Eskild. And I am completely happy with being alone, thank you very much’.

'If you say so’ – the other boy told her.



Later, that afternoon, Even was cuddled in between Isak’s arms on his bed, and they were laughing for something the younger had said.

They had spent all the day there, just smoking and cuddling and laughing and talking – about their lives and their families. Or, well, Even did. He liked the way he talked about his parents, that feeling of bounding and purpose that radiated from the older boy.

While Isak was playing with Even curls, he heard himself ask – 'what do you think the other Isaks and Evens are doing right now?’.

He thought about it for a while, drawing circles and patterns on Isak’s chest and his side and his cheek.

'I think that they are all somehwere off together, like us, doing everyone something different’.

'Like what?’

Another bit of silence.

'Some of them are on some sandy beach, it’s the middle of summer there, and they’re talking about what they are going to do after school. How they’re going to get an apartment together, maybe a dog, and sstudy and live happily ever after. Another pair of them are meeting just now, at a party, or on a road in the middle of a forest in the coldest palce on their world. This Even is realizing how beautiful his Isak is, how wonderful their life will be.’

'That Isak is probably trying to seduce him with his rapping skills’ – Isak said.

'I think he is, and that he is going to succeed. Then we have the Even and Isak that are old. The ones who never met eachother until they are, like, eighty, and grey and tired.’

'I think that they will be happy too’.

'What makes you say that?’

Isak paused for a moment before answering.

'I think… I think that, no matter where or under what circumstances, there are always an Isak and an Even that are destined to meet, be in eachother’s life. Like there is this pull, from the center of the universe, in all of the universes there are, that will always keep them together. And when they are, then there is no way nor reason for them to not be happy. It’s just simple: every Isak will find happiness in every Even’.

Even looked at him, his eyes a bit glassed over. He focused on Isak’s eyes. Then he cupped his face and kissed him, tenderly, softly. The same way every other Even kisses his Isak in every single universe.

'I think that every Even finds his happiness in his Isak, too’.

Isak smiles at him.

Even brings him closer until they are breathing the same air.


He could’ve lost this – could’ve lost his Isak. All for his secret and his fear.

He needed to tell him, he was sure of it.

And he would. Soon. But right then, Even kept on hugging Isak to his chest, and he kissed him. And they were happy, in their own little, flawed, marvelous world.

Do you know what hurts me the most about ObiYuki? It’s that Obi and Shirayuki relationship right now is so good, so well developed, but is probably just being used as a way to “confuse” the readers.

Shirayuki and Zen relationship is also good, but for me, it lacks actual development. They got together so fast ( something I loved in the beginning), but now there is always this “tension” between them, which ends up difficulting their development. It is as if they just scratched the surface of each other, which wouldn’t be a big problem if the author didn’t decide to show us another relationship in which two people started getting to know each other in depth by actually spending time together and getting closer. There is a palpable difference in Obi and Shirayuki’s relationship from the beginning of the series to where they stand now. Again, this is in no way Zen or Shirayuki’s fault since they keep getting separated by their own duties, but it was a conscious choice made by the author.

Sure, we could see Obi and Shirayuki’s relationship as an old and good bromance/platonic relationship IF one side of the equation didn’t have romantic feelings for the other, and it is simply disappointing that the author is building this wonderful relationship between them… that is probably  going nowhere, because as we all know, their chances are low and the main ship will prevail in the end.

And this is where I get to my main point ( and the reason I’m writing this post in the first place lol), what will happen to Obi in the end?  Sure, he’s completely devoted to Zen and Shirayuki and support their relationship and happiness, but there’s a limit to how much you can stand seeing the person you love with someone else, even if you happy for them, and his feelings for Shirayuki are nowhere near to disappear ( they getting stronger, tbh).  Kiki and Mitsuhide are also going to be a couple sooner or later, but what about Obi? Is he going away after Shirayuki and Zen get together for good and leave the only place he felt like he belonged behind? Or will he stay with them while keep harboring feelings for Shirayuki? What I want to say is that, right now, I can’t see an ending where I’ll be satisfied when it comes to Obi, because there’s no ending where he will be truly happy.

Maybe (probably) I’m suffering in advance and the author will show us a way, but now I’m just … so, so frustrated.

PS: I’m in no way bashing ZenYuki* I know they’re good! I’m just frustrated to see a good chara being used as a plot device and getting my hope up just to be letting down at the ending,

hey there!

so i know that rn markiplier tour is happening and it made me think about when tatinof was a thing and made me realized that hey i live in central europe and i will probably never have enough money to travel let alone to buy a ticket to a show and if i would i still wont be able to get anywhere bc going to unknown places alone makes me anxious…

so theres no way i will ever meet any of them. or even see them irl…

and i know a lot of people have the same problem. i wanted to do something for you all bc i never really do anything or even have friends in any fandom.

i know all the youtubers are just people like us but theyve inspired us and made us happy and its just so unfair that sometimes theres no way to meet them…

so if you are interested and want to feel like youve met your favourite youtuber i will draw a picture of you with them!

it will look like this:

or better it depends on how i am feeling. i know its not the best but i will do it for free bc i think everyone deserves to feel like theyve met people who inspired them.

so if you want to just message me. i will need a picture of you (you can also describe yourself) and to know who you want to be drawn with. if you tell me what you want to wear and what they should wear or even send me a picture of a pose or clothes it will help a lot…

thank you for reading. you cant imagine how hard it was to write this.

I am really confused, mad, distressed, etc… Y'all who are hating on William for coming back, or Julie for writing him coming back into the script, look at yourselves. I mean I am not here to save the world or show you that I am 100%  better than you, but I mean… Do you even listen to yourselves sometimes? I am not saying it’s all of you, but who will be offended by this, it is probably about you. So I am not even sorry for making you mad, because that is what you are doing ever since this whole thing blew up. First of all;

1. This is Julie’s series, she can do whatever she wants to do with it. She can change, write her scrip anyway she wishes to do so.  So those who were commenting on her IG photos, or saying awful stuff about her just because William came back, excuse you, leave because that is immature as hell. Try to be in her place, rn. Imagine yourself making something like SKAM, witting and working on the script for ages, hours, days, months. And you feel good about it, everybody else does. You do your thing, you have your OWN ideas which you don’t want to let go, because you came up with them. And then, people start mocking you, telling you ugly shits to you face because you didn’t do what they wanted or expected you to do so. How would you feel if someone started telling you to stop with whatever you are doing or showing it up to you face, that what you have created is basically a bunch of crap. Because some of you treat Julie like that. As a piece of something that is here to please you. And you are all wrong, she is not here to please you. She is creating this story for you to follow as it is. Some of you started a 3rd world war because William came back. Well omg, he did, accept that and move on. Some of us did.

2. Also you are running around, yelling that this is SANA’s season. This should be about Sana, it all should be about Sana. But we have too much Noora in it. It’s always about Noora, never about Sana. Bla bla bla… But if there would be Even or Isak, you wouldn’t complain, would you? For sure, some of you wouldn’t. Because all you want to see two guys, having love scenes on the screen. If it would be you, you would be okay with them having more screen time than Sana, because it’s Isak and Even, right? And that is also really awful. Because you want them, but if it’s not them, suddenly it’s Sana again. But it was never Sana for you anyway, because you wanted them. What is better about Isak and Even than Noora and William? They are both in love, they have their problems to solve. But let’s not forget about Sana, who’s this season belongs to. So sorry that you didn’t get Even’s season, but I think some of us are okay with it. And for those who are not, well be touched for the rest of your life, because you ain’t getting one more season, just so you are pleased.

3. William and Noora were really important characters in season two, I know. I also know it’s Julie’s favorite ship in the series. Once again, be in her place. You have written a great OTP you just fell in love with. But there were some problems why you couldn’t finish up their storyline as you wished. So for sure, you would like to finish it, whatever it takes. We all would do that, I would for 100%. I would like to see my OTP happy in love, so does Julie, obviously. Some people are happy for Noorhelm to be back together, I am happy too. So you all should take a chill pill because your hate won’t change the course of the season, anyways. And it’s just childish what some people have written. Seriously.

4. Evak and Noorhelm. Pararels. Do I need to say more? It’s yes Evak for everything, but no for everything when it comes to Noorhelm or Noora.

I think this would be it. Peace out~

Originally posted by dailyskamfeed

Since we’re at the end and I’ve never really been a part of a fandom before I wanted to take a moment because I have too many feelings.

Shoutout to each and every one of my followers first and foremost. Thank you all for taking an interest in my blog; I never dreamed I’d have so many of you :) 

I tried to say a little something for everyone I tagged but for those of you I didn’t, just fill it in that your blog is awesome, you’re awesome, and people should follow you.

A-F

@anationofthieves  ​I know you’re not active rn but I loved all your posts and your gorgeous gifsets   that I’ll probably never be able to do haha 

@candlewindsI live to read your anon replies and your tags and your gifsets

@captain-flintThe very first Sails blog I followed and the Queen of Gifsets. <3 

@crucifythenburn​ (Trinity) I heart your shining personality on tumblr and your incredible Silverflint fic I Will Try To Fix You which everyone and their mother’s sister should be reading

@char7​ (Charley) <3  A gal after my own heart. I swear our brains are wired together; I agree with most everything she says about Sails and politics RPJ and everything else we’ve ever chatted about. And your sense of humor is fantastic

@dimplesflint​ (Mer) We are relatively new mutuals but I’ve followed you since your pianka days. Your Flint gifsets are positively scrumptous and thank you so much for commenting on a couple of my fics on AO3!! It meant a lot.

@ellelan(Elle) BS CATS FOREVER! You inspired me to make the Flint/Ginger Cat post, the first of several. So much fun. You’re such a great personality and the fandom wouldn’t be the same without your beautiful edits and words of wisdom (and your naughty thoughts for fics >:)  

@flinthamiltonStill one of the best Sails blogs and will always be near and dear to my shipper heart. Your gifsets and metas about James and Thomas are just amazing. You are sweet and kind in conversations and you even bother to reblog my things   

@flintsredhair​ (Meg) MEG!! I heart Meg. She is a superbly talented Flinthamilton writer and my favorite Flinthamilton writer. I feel like I can chat with her about all things James/Thomas. I don’t know how you keep pumping out so many great stories but keep it up!

@flintstruestlove Another recent mutual but since you jumped in here with nothing but a passion for James/Thomas AND  you make gifsets of seasons and things I haven’t seen forever, of course you make the list :)

@fmwisWe’ve never spoken I don’t think but you have faithfully reblogged literally every single Flint-related edit I’ve ever done?!?! Thank you!

G-L

@jadedbirch I think we’ve circled each other forever on here before we became mutuals lol. You are by far one of my fave personalities on here; you’re very easy going and I love that. And don’t forget whose idea the whole porn police thing was! ;)

@jamesemcgraw

@igotlover

@krimsnkramsart I love your style and somehow you come up with the sweetest James pairing drawings <3

@koryuoftheriverflow

@lady-eleanor-vane <3 You are so super sweet and a friendly person no matter what! Thanks for taking an interest in me and my blog 

M-S

@Maria (musemm)What can I say? You and shinmaya were so welcoming to me when I was a noob on here and gave me exposure. We both shared our love of Billy/Flint, and even though that hasn’t worked out, we’ve had many, many conversations about all kinds of things and I heart you; you’ve inspired my writing so much you don’t even know. *gives you a big fat wet kiss*

@magess

@mirandaabarlow The first person I’ve chatted with about Anne Rice on here. :) And oc your Sails gifs are Pretties I love to reblog

@mynameisjohnsilver 

@ohflintYour silverflint edits are absolutely stunning and full of heart at the same time  

@oftheranger

@old-long-john EEE I love your Silverflint fics!!!

@queenevangeline

@primal–scream​ (Lisa) I love your fics too and our funny ramblings on tumbles

@prouvaireafterdark

@rufferto9

@sagestreetEEEE SAGE! I must gush over your Black Sails painting/analysis posts; the fandom wouldn’t be the same without them!!! Also we’ve shared several convos about all kinds of things, serious and not so serious and I’m so glad to have met you here. Thanks again for those movie recs!

@shavingmysealegs<3 Another lovely blog ran by a lovely person ;)

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@themissingmask Your artwork always makes me smile even on the worst days and is so very inspirational for writing fics     

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@vowel-in-thug (Gemma) Your Silverflint fics are amazing!!! I always feel guilty because I can never read more than I write, but I read lots of yours even when I don’t comment <3

@zombievonmorgenWe haven’t chatted in a while but I’ve been loving every single Witcher post you’ve reblogged, and all those art posts very much. Your James Flint drawings are some of my favorite

…I’ll just be over here sobbing quietly now.

Top 5 ships

thanks to @bellarkelifestyle and @bl-ake for the tag!!!!


1. BELLARKE (Bellamy Blake + Clarke Griffin, The 100)

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

I would be lying to myself and everyone else if I said that these two dorks haven’t become my OTP of all time. Nothing will ever beat them for me. These two beautiful souls whose lives on the Ark dictated that were never supposed to meet, fell down to earth together only to find their heart and soul in each other. They are canonically each others’ weakness but even more beautiful is that they canonically give each other strength. The only people they care about more than each other are their actual blood related families. Their enemies-to-friends-to-lovers (the later yet to be explicitly canon) tore me into itty bitty pieces and their journey of growing to respect, trust, care about, and eventually love the other has me in tears at the most inappropriate times. All in all, nothing will ever satisfy the hole they’ll leave in my heart after this show is over (#brooke is bellarke trash)

2. Percabeth (Percy Jackson + Annabeth Chase, The Percy Jackson series)

Originally posted by leovaldezly

(Gotta love the dark-haired boy with light-haired girl aesthetic).

I’m pretty sure this pairing was the first time I actually shipped something, before I even knew what shipping was. I read this series when I was super young and absolutely fell in love with them. And apparently I’m a sucker for friends-to-lovers because holy shit this is probably one of the best and healthiest examples of that and I love it. And screw anyone that says that your best friend can’t be your lover. To that I say your lover should be your best friend. Props to Rick for making this one of the coolest relationship developments i’ve ever read/seen (second after bellarke of course)     

3. PB & J (Pam Beasley + Jim Halpert, The Office)

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Where do I even start??? These two are probably the biggest dorks i’ve watched fall in love. Honestly, their love was so pure and true. And honestly one of my favorite scenes with Jim is when he completely rejects that one girl in s8 while they’re on a business trip (i can’t even bother to look her name up rn) because it helps shows just how committed and loyal they are to each other and ugh, they are honestly #goals.

4. Jily (James Potter + Lily Evans, The Harry Potter series) 

Originally posted by deerxpuns

In terms of “fanon” I think this is as close as it gets for me because even though we all know that they get married and are actually super in love with each other, we never really get to see that first hand. The only times we hear about them are when someone else is describing it. But to me, at least the way I see their relationship, it’s beautiful. It’s a story of growth, and maturing, and bravery, and tragedy. They died so young and had so much more of a life to live with their son whom they no doubt loved with all of their being. I just can’t help but imagine how much Harry’s life would have been different had he been able to grow up in a house with parents who loved both him and each other unconditionally. 

5. Ten Rose (The Tenth Doctor + Rose Tyler, Doctor Who)

Originally posted by pouahhh

This was a big one for me. Before Bellarke they were my OTP. I was absolutely in love with both Billy Piper and David Tennant’s portrayal of these two characters. Rose Tyler was the actual loml. She was spunky, and happy, and wonderful. And so was Ten. They complemented each other so well and both of them brought the other down to earth when one would get lost in the clouds. AND I WAS AN ABSOLUTE DISASTER WHEN I WATCHED DOOMSDAY! I LITERALLY CRIED FOR DAYS ABOUT HOW THE DOCTOR WAS ABOUT TO BUT NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” AND OH GOD I’M GONNA START CRYING!!!! 


So there you go! All of the ships that leave me on a puddle when it’s least convenient. And looking back I realize I’m actually huge trash for the “friends-to-lovers” trope. But i mean, is it all that bad?? 

Tagging @nancybvers @craterhead @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx @bellarke2k17 and anyone else who would like to give it a go :)

Unconditionally

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 929

  • inspired by my earlier post but some differences, maybe a part two?

A/N: i am sorry for the lack of imagines and effort, this was something little and fluffy to fill a long void of not posting for a while. i just thought this was really sweet and honestly something i really need rn :(( 

Originally posted by lovershub


Room 708.

My eyes flicker at the small white plaque on each door of the longing hallway, until I finally meet my desired number. A smile plasters on my lips immediately. 

I’m finally gonna see her, and she has no idea.

With one last glance over the dead halls, I pull my hood down and grab the door key from my back pocket- carefully entering the key into the lock and twisting the door knob. The door opens with a small creak, my face scrunching nervously at the thought of waking her up.

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AN: Another missing makeout bc I’m a big fat liar. Admittedly a bit of a stretch. But I’ve never written anger kissing so all blame really should go to @cupcakesandtv for suggesting it. 

previous scenes  here, here, here, here, here and here

“You lied to me,” Jyn spat.

She shoved aside the part of her mind that told her it didn’t matter. Pushed it back into a corner with the other thought, the one creeping up asking her why it mattered so much that he lied.

Cassian didn’t answer to her. She wasn’t a part of the resistance. She wasn’t a rebel, she  didn’t owe any allegiance to the Alliance, and so Cassian didn’t owe any allegiance to her. But he had lied to her. About only guessing as to where her father was, about what he really was planning on doing when they found him. About why she needed to stay behind.

“You’re in shock,” he said.

Maybe if she had paid more attention she would have noticed his eyes give him away. She would have seen it every time she brought up her father. She would have seen him look away when she asked if Eadu was where her father was. When he explained why only Bodhi could go with him. When she made her plan to bring her father back to testify in front of the Alliance and all he did was duck his head.

Maybe she would have noticed that he’d all but told her before he climbed off the ship into the rain with Bodhi.

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Keith & choices

/ okay im gonna flesh this out sometime perhaps but I’m sat here kind of screaming!!! so. 

 we’ve seen that Keith will and does choose Voltron time and time again. In s1 he always sees the bigger picture and understands that there are bigger things than you own personal emotions. BoM and the knife challenges everything Keith thinks he stands he for. I don’t think Keith’s biggest fear is actually being alone or abandoned- that’s definitely a BIG part of something he fears he definitely DOES fear this and abandonment. 

But I think BoM proved that Keith fears are so deeply rooted in making the wrong choice between the greater good and his own personal feelings

For the entire trial he is putting himself first (and that’s not exactly selfish I mean - this is something deeply important to him and he is compelled to know.) but his projections and mind clearly keep showing this juxtaposition between Keith keeping the knife and finding out his past or leaving it behind and staying with team Voltron - forgetting about it. Walk away from the knife and everything he DESPERATELY wants to know, or walk away from the team and the UNIVERSE. 

And you can see that this choice is tearing him apart literally. 

Because in s1 we him many many times showing the ability to make tough calls and put his own feelings aside for the team. it will be on his hands if he’s not there to pilot red and form Voltron with the others. Keith can think objectively and rationally - like with not going after Allura. 

Then look at that moment in s1 with Pidge wanting to leave to find her family, telling her “EVERYONE in the universe has families” and by leaving to find hers she putting EVERYONE in danger and Voltron won’t be able to save people and we see HOW UPSET and angry he is about that. 

BUT!!!!! BUT!!!!! BUT IN BOM HE IS TERRIFIED THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HE IS AFRAID HE’S DOING RIGHT NOW. but he’s not going to stop. 

so his mind is really hammering this in: does he really believe in the greater good, can he truly follow it to the end or is he going to keep chasing this past? can he do both? should he do both? what kind of paladin is he if he’s doing this?

I think the scene in the shack is really important for this too because he sees the galra attacking and immediately he’s like “I have to go people need me red’s up there waiting people need me” and then his dad in his HEAD (important - these are all Keith’s perceptions of people and events which are SHAPED by how he sees HIMSELF rn) is like “but what about who you are don’t you want to know" 

 and Keith pauses because holy shit of course he wants to know he’s been grappling with this for so long. but he still is going to the door he can hear things being destroyed and people dying and worlds burning like he says himself he CAN’T just hang around and stand here when that’s going on and he can do something about it. 

 and then THEN Keith is given a choice. ”If you walk through that door you’ll never know who you really are“. And it’s after a moment that Keith makes the choice to leave here. 

There’s so much more to talk about here but im focusing on choices and I just…. have been thinking for so long about Keith having a difficult decision to make further down the line. i’ve bene thinking about this since s1 and s2 has kind of made it feel even more like a possibility. 

Because he did something for himself here, you can see in his mind how much he’s struggling with that decision ”you’re just thinking of yourself as usual" / “you’ve chosen to be ALONE.” - 

the whole of s2 so far Keith has been trying to suppress his own feelings (but he’s such an explosive chaotic mess my god this poor boy he is so turbulent and unstable) and keep what’s going on to himself keep it together for the team - but he’s always so concerned that he’s putting everyone in danger because of his own actions and the knife which ISN’T for anyone but himself. 

 This is Heavy Stuff. 

 Keith shows how much he would give time and time again to team Voltron, to the CAUSE and the greater good. But. But. We ….. also know there is something else that gives Keith virtually complete tunnel-vision i would go as far to say because well i mean there is plenty of evidence for this. So, there is something - more accurately someone - Keith looks out for time and time again, someone Keith would do whatever it takes to keep safe and vows to their face “nothing is going to happen to you” he’s so determined to make sure that’s the case. 

Shiro. 

And I just am….. okay I’m writing about this more sometime but Keith could be so easily manipulated by an enemy through using shiro even in his own mind in BoM. the things Keith has done for shiro and will do are aligned with what he would do for Voltron and the greater good. But if there’s a bigger choice that has every capability of really testing keith further and tearing him apart completely, being the hardest thing he’s probably ever had to do: 

It is placing these two things against each other.  Team Voltron, the UNIVERSE or Shiro.

One person (which Keith has expressed on a handful of occasions cannot be placed above the universe or the mission you have to set it aside and move forwards get on with the task and you can’t comprise the bigger picture for yourself) set against the entire universe. 

TLDR: Keith does fear being abandoned and being alone. A big insecurity is how people see him and read his actions (but he’ll still do whatever it takes and say what needs to be said even if it means people thinking the worst of him and that insecurity being met - that’s cold even for you.) 

But Keith also fears not being able to do the greater good and being selfish. Keith fears making choices for his own reasons, making a wrong choice.

my queue is dead so im making a serious post

i’ve been lucky enough that i’m either not online enough or don’t follow the people that reblog all of the discourse and drama happening in the fandom rn.
in fact, i’m not even sure what the discourse is. i know some people are planning on leaving if nygmobblepot doesn’t become canon, but that’s about it.

that being said, discourse and drama is starting to crawl into the cracks of my dash. i see some of my fav blogs getting anon hate/aggression, i see people getting into arguments— it makes very little sense to me.

i’ve been in a lot of fandoms, a lot of volatile ones. i’ve never seen this level of engagement over what actors say and do, though. that seems to be where most people’s anger is coming from— “Person said x so that means z!” is something i see often.

what confuses me is that we all know language is meant to be interpreted, and we all know actors can’t be trusted to be truthful until after episodes air. (I don’t mean this in a “nygmobblepot can still be totally canon without any alternative!” sense but more of a “you never really know what’s gonna happen, so don’t get upset that someone foresees something different from you,” kind of way.)

none of this, to me, seems like a reason to be mean to anyone. like, we all have things we do and don’t like— for some of us that’s certain characters, certain storylines, certain relationships. and that’s okay. we can’t all like the same thing, which is why it’s so amazing to have a fandom so varied.

i don’t understand why anyone is attacking anyone else. this probably sounds painfully naïve and very stupid, but i think this fandom is something great. we have such a great mix of people— the show has brought new fans to a timeless piece of americana, and it’s given old fans a new piece of content and a new perspective on their big time favorites. i’ve had the privilege of meeting so many kind people through this fandom, supportive and friendly people who only wanted to help me enjoy the show more.

there are some issues that are ingrained in fandom that i don’t think we’ll ever overcome. the arguments about what is acceptable content to produce (i.e age gaps and abusive relationships and trauma and dub-con and incest) may never stop. and maybe that’s for the best, and maybe we should be pushing people to be critical of the effects of content.

but the point is, this fandom has something beautiful, and that’s the amount of people connected to it. there’s a fantastic thing there, to know that so many people love this show. (the fact that i can discuss gotham with my history professor is baffling— even further is it baffling that this is both of our first in-depth interactions with a piece of batman content! it’s very cool.)

i know some people are infuriating, and some people don’t agree with you, and some people just seem obnoxious and strange, but it costs zero dollars to be nice.

maybe we all just need to try to be a little nicer. a little more positive. a little more accepting that “i can enjoy this show while also being critical, and i don’t have to hate anyone who disagrees with me.”

or maybe we don’t. maybe this minefield style dashboard is what it’s supposed to be like. maybe that’s what fandom is about, being sucked into trenches and being forced to pick a side on something you didn’t even know had sides.

i just know that i’ve never seen a fandom battle so hard amongst itself before. and i only want everyone to be happy.

What A Weird Relationship (1/5) - Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Stark

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

Words: 2021
Pairing: eventually there’s Peter Parker x Reader but rn it’s mainly a brother figure Tony Stark x Reader (more Peter Parker x Reader in later parts :) )
Requested: nah man but you know I decided to write a mini series to celebrate 1,000 followers
Authors Note: (I tried to write five parts using gender neutral and it got really confusing in the later parts and i apologize but fem. pronouns worked much better than anything else..sorry) this part is kinda the introductory part to the series but I still found the Bro!Tony x Reader bonding was cute and I really like the story line so yay! Celebration! 1000 followers! Also, this series will be posted every other day at 9:30 PM EST until it ends on saturday (does that make sense? OH WELL)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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“He’s on his way, I’m so sorry.” You told your teacher. “He said he had a very important meeting and he apologizes for being late…” You sighed. You hated having to be alone with a teacher, it was always so awkward.

“Oh, it’s completely fine. You are my last conference for today so it’s not that bad, I’m sure we won’t say too many bad things about you.” Your teacher winked at you, and you forced a little laugh out. “Just your father coming?”

“Uh, something like that.” You said, a bit quieter than before.

After making small talk with your teacher for at least five minutes, your legal guardian walked in.

“Hey, Tony.” You turned around to see Tony Stark walk in.

Tony pointed at you with a smile as he walked over to the table. “I hope you apologized for me!” He said with a laugh, before messing up your hair before sitting down.

“Multiple times.” You said back.

Your teacher looked back and forth between you and Tony. “It’s great to meet you.” She said, shaking Tony’s hand.

“You as well. So, what do we have to discuss about the trouble maker here?” Tony asked. “What’d she do know? Break another window? Punch someone? Oh, please don’t tell me she killed someone, we only do that on Tuesdays.”

Your teacher laughed, hoping he was joking. You, however, slapped Tony’s arm. “I’ve never even killed someone! Speak for yourself!” You yelled.

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anonymous asked:

How do you guys deal with the lack of object constancy? It's been hitting me hard this month.

Oh boy. I’ve been thinking about this so much recently. I have the object permanence of a 2 month old child.

So for those that don’t know, object permanence/constancy is the understanding that objects or people exist even when you can’t see them. It’s an important stage in child development. Some weird version of it manifests in borderline people and others in that we struggle to remember that we have loved ones or friends or support when they are not around. 

(At least that’s how it manifests for me- shoot me a message if you experience something else!)

I’ve been struggling with it lately after I went home from school over winter break. I was gone for about a month. I texted a few of my friends from school during that time but that’s all. I came back to school in January and honestly assumed that my friends would have forgotten I exist. So when I came back, I was really shifty bc I assumed they wouldn’t recognize me or want to start back up where we left off. I thought I’d have to start over. Long story short they still wanted to be friends and hadn’t forgotten about me. Weird.

I’m not sure this is the standard object permanence issue people face. I’ve never had a problem remembering people literally exist, which I think may not be the issue for others? I have a problem remembering that the people I know exist CARE. I accidentally destroy friendships because I start believing that the other person doesn’t like me anymore when literally nothing happened (happening literally as I speak). All that happened was that we didn’t talk for like a week. 

Ok so how do I fight this? Like most #justmentallyillthings it involves beating back my natural problematic reactions and thoughts.

First off, I honest to god have a list of people who care about me. It’s in my Very Important Happy List Notebook. I wrote down the names of people who I know care about me and can be there for me when I need someone. It’s great bc it’s a physical reminder I can turn to when needed. What’s not great is that I occasionally have to cross off a name when I lose a friend (to the natural ebb and flow of friendship, to death, to my own fuck ups). But this really helps if your problem is forgetting who cares or that anyone cares.

Now if you’re like me, your brain probably still screams at you that the list is a lie. When this happens, or when I’m working without a list and forget anyone cares, I have to take out The Big Borderline Feelings Bat. This is what I beat my unhealthy automatic thoughts back with. There are a few things you can do with it. First, you can beat that shit all the way down into oblivion. Clamp down until you’re not thinking it at all anymore. I’ve become really good at stopping automatic and intrusive thoughts in their tracks, but that is a skill developed over time. It sounds unhealthy, right, but when you have a brain that screams at you to kill yourself 24/7 it becomes a pretty decent coping mechanism. There’s a difference between bottling up emotions that need to be expressed and shutting out your brain’s excess static. 

Anyway, so you can block the thought using distraction, if this is something that pops up so often that you know it’s a false belief and you can shut it up and move on.

But if you’re new to working on this particular issue, I’d recommend working on ways to convince yourself that your belief that people either don’t care or don’t exist is your brain’s lie. Because to be able to shut it up, you need to believe it’s wrong. This list will help. So will looking at pictures of good times you had with these people or nice things they’ve done for you, or whatever proof you have that they exist and do care. 

You can also talk back to your brain. Like actually get into a mental fight with yourself. “No that’s not true. What about that time x did y for me. That only happened yesterday.” What’s important about talking back is that you must be validating. So no “god you’re so dumb you can’t even remember these people exist no wonder you’re so alone.” YOUR INNER VOICE OF REASON MUST BE COMPASSIONATE. If it’s not, this will be harmful instead of helpful. I’m sure you’ve seen the posts out there that say you should talk to yourself like you would a little sibling or even a very cute dog. The point is that you are challenging the nasty automatic thoughts with reality and love. (check yourself before you wreck yourself amirite).

Now if you’re sitting there thinking ‘well how do I even know when I’m having object permanence issues in the first place’ I’d recommend journaling. It takes a long time and a certain amount of distance to be able to recognize your own behavior and the traps you regularly fall into. Diary cards or journaling can help you see patterns which you can then learn to anticipate and counteract. An actual record of emotions and thoughts is helpful when we can barely remember what we ate for breakfast bc there was a rollercoaster of emotion since then and what even day is it I’m so tired of this life etc. It’s something you can look back on.

If this was not at all the issue you are having, I’m sorry for writing an entire novel and please slap me with another ask. I have a tendency to - I don’t even know what this is, ramble? get lost? wax poetic? navel-gaze? (no one can roast me if I roast myself first lmao pls be nicer to yourself than me rn). 

Anyway best of luck to everyone who isn’t sure if their friends are real or imaginary. I find personally the truth is a bit of both.

I’m here for y’all as always,
xx Kat

anonymous asked:

I don't have any shrimp but I really really want to make a shrimp tank, because I think my betta would just call them lunch. I'm just not sure how to set it up, or what kind of shrimp I would want. Do you have any advice?

For some serious shrimp-keeping, I like Christina Ha and FlipAquatics (LupDiesel) on youtube :p

L.R.Bretz also keeps shrimp and runs a website as well!

@shrimp-blr and @shrimpapalooza​ are blogs that I like to peruse for quality shrimp-related content :)

TheShrimpTank and TheShrimpSpot are also popular resources + forums! :p

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