#AND HE‘S A SPORTS MAJOR

[osamusriceballs]

Okay, SO THERE IS THIS ATTRACTIVE INTERN AT MY INTERNSHIP SCHOOL, AND HE LIKES ANIME TOO- and he is so kind and caring towards the kids, and basically everyone loves him 😩😩😩 I feel like an absolute pre schooler when he‘s right in front of me, and one student told us that you can watch the new demon slayer movie in cinemas already, and that intern guy looked intensely at me, AND I‘M SURE THAT HE WANTED TO ASK IF I WOULD LIKE TO GO WITH HIM, BUT THEN ANOTHER STUDENT INTERRUPTED US, IM LIKE——

#love you #DEAR LORD #AND HE‘S A SPORTS MAJOR #AND SO TALL #HE CAN PLAY VOLLEYBALL #ISTG I DON‘T KNOW HOW I SHOULD FACE HIM NEXT WEEK #AND I‘M NOT SURE IF HE‘S FLIRTING WITH ME #because everytime he passed me today he made sure to touch my arm or my shoulder #and I kind of catch myself looking at his direction more often than I should #and he is ALWAYS keeping eye contact and smiling #so I guess he‘s either looking at me too #or just a really nice guy #that man is the definition of nice guy #seriously #the students ADORE him #I’ve rarely seen someone who manages to catch the hearts of so many in such a short time #and on top of that #HE‘S SO FREAKING HANDSOME #I‘M SURE HE HAS A PARTNER ALREADY 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[dreamdropxoxo]

Tattoo Shop AU - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

“He‘s here again,“ Nicaise chirped when he entered the backroom and Laurent groaned. 

“No, he isn‘t.“

“Yes, he is.“ Nicaise‘s shit eating grin was too much for him on a Monday morning. Laurent wanted to burrow back into his bed and pretend this wasn’t happening. The overgrown puppy, disguised as unfairly attractive man, wasn’t truly part of his routine now. Why had the guy to be so—, to be so fucking cute? A man this size shouldn‘t be allowed to be cute. 

“Good morning, Damen! How are you?“ Auguste’s excited voice filtered through the door. “Come with me, you have to tell me about the game. Such a shame I couldn’t be there yesterday.“ Yes, they were also not talking about the fact that Auguste was a fucking traitor who hung out with the man of Laurent’s very vivid and definitively not G-rated dreams. They went to watch football together. 

The door opened again and in came Auguste and Damen, whose face lit up when he saw Laurent. Laurent, who really tried his best to keep his Monday Morning Scowl in place. It didn’t work. He could feel how his facial muscles betrayed him in the most outrageous way possible when he gave the large man the tiniest smile. He blamed it on the dimple.

“Good morning, Damen.“

“Good morning, Laurent.“ His voice was so frigging pleasant Laurent couldn‘t decide if he wanted to drag him over the small table between them and kiss him senseless or if he wanted to listen to him ramble about the game to Auguste forever. He was so whipped it was embarrassing. Especially when he caught Nicaise’s eye and the younger man smirked at him and waggled his eyebrows, before walking over to Damen and retrieving his coffee. 

“What is it this time?“, he asked excitedly and Laurent was a little consoled that he wasn‘t the only one completely enamored with their frequent visitor.

“Salted Caramel Mocha,“ Damen replied and handed him a cup. Laurent snorted when Nicaise gave a delighted little noise. They were all so damn easy for this man. Well, to be completely honest, Damen was exceptionally good with people. He had taken one look at Auguste and then the two of them had already waxed poetics about football and volleyball and basketball and every other sport with sweaty people and balls, pun completely intended on Laurent’s part. As soon as he had coaxed Jord to tell him about his Art Major, he had become so invested that Jord had even showed him his sketch book, which was something only Laurent, Nicaise and Auguste had ever had the honor of seeing before. And then he had set his eyes on Nicaise, who normally acted like a feral cat whenever a stranger tried to come close to him. He had asked him gently about his coffee order for the next day and Nicaise had unthinkingly said, “I don’t care just make sure it’s sugary enough. The last one was as bitter as Laurent when he thinks about his nonexistent sex life,“ which had resulted in Damen blushing hard enough that it was clearly visible even on his dark skin and returning with the most outrageous drink Laurent had ever heard of. Since then the man surprised Nicaise with something every time he came over. Which the younger man would never admit to, but made him a little less prickly during the rest of the day. Another reason to adore the man.

“I take it everything’s healing up fine?” Auguste asked and Laurent really didn’t need to think about whatever could be healing up wherever on Damen’s body. He didn’t think about all the possibilities, nope, not him. He wasn’t that thirsty or desperate. He could totally handle himself. But if Damen had nipple piercings he would probably start crying right where he sat. The broad chest would be the perfect display of a delicate gold chain connecting pierced nipples. It didn’t help that Laurent loved piercings on the guys he took to bed. How long was it since he had sex?

He stood abruptly. He would not think about his pitiful sex life on a Monday morning at work.

“Oh, absolutely, everything’s perfect. No trouble at all. By the way, I wanted to ask you if you had time for an appointment? I saw—.” Laurent interrupted him before he could give him even more ideas.

“It was nice seeing you, Damen. Thank you for the coffee. I must excuse myself as I have to prepare for the first client.” 

Damen looked at him with the chagrined expression of someone who had hoped for a pat on the head and an affectionate smile. “You have to go already?”

And Laurent was so helpless to his honest disappointment, that he actually paused for a second. “I do, yes. But if you want you can come over, the client arrives in only half an hour, Auguste can show you.” He left before Damen’s delighted face could make him promise or offer even more outrageous things.

#captive prince #laurent #damen #lamen #laurent is a tattoo artist #damen's just adorable #part 3 #piercing and tattoo shop au #auguste #nicaise #jord #damen has a lot of piercings #laurent's pov #my writing #modern au #yeah... this happened today #I mean I love the AU alright? #I couldn't stop myself #😱

[kpophours]

Haven

➵ Stray Kids: Jisung x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, frenemies to lovers AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, a teeny tiny bit sexual suggestiveness (nothing explicit)

➵ word count: 6k

It’s not even 8am, and your eyes feel as dry as sandpaper while your head is pounding with a slight migraine. You’re currently getting everything ready for the crowd of caffeine addicts that will soon arrive at the café you work at. It’s way too early to deal with the horde of zombies called students, but you got stuck with the worst shift of the day - starting at 7.30am which, in your opinion, is just inhuman. Stupid Minho and his stupid luck whenever it comes to drawing straws. For some reason, you always end up getting the shortest one. At least you’ll be done with work before most people your age have even made it out of bed. Still, right now you’d give almost everything to be back in your blanket burrito. Earning money is hard and annoying. If you’ve ever wondered if working at a café could ruin the beauty of coffee… the answer is yes. Because capitalism destroys everything, leaving no survivors.  

“Good morning, Y/N!”, your co-worker and the other unlucky one having drawn one of the shorter straws chirps when she enters the café, and you grimace - Sana’s voice is way too cheerful so early in the morning. You only give her a curt nod of your head, not in the mood to talk right now. You’re not really in the mood to do anything, if you’re being honest. Ugh, you hate the morning shift. You’re currently 80% tired, but 20% also tired - you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be tired anymore. College is great! 

Sana doesn’t seem to mind your grumpiness though, being the sweetheart that she simply is, and begins to wipe the counter while humming a cheery song under her breath. It’s only her second week at work, but so far she’s proven to be a better and more reliable part-timer than the last three who had worked here. Jun is usually a nice and caring boss, but he has some strict rules - always be on time, no drinking coffee while you’re working, don’t take more breaks than necessary, and don’t give out free drinks to your friends. The last three part-timers had broken at least one of these rules, so Jun had let them go again. Sana is doing well so far, and you think that Jun has maybe even taken a liking to her - not that you can blame him, she’s not only super nice and a general sunshine, but also incredibly beautiful and funny. You’re always happy whenever you work a shift with her. She’s a student like yourself, and wants to become a kindergarten teacher. You’d never let your children near her though, too scared they’d like her more than you - not that you could actually blame them. “Shall I put on some music?”, Sana asks after she’s finished with wiping everything down, and you just nod, finally being done with prepping the giant coffee machines. Just seconds later, smooth lounge music fills the cozy space of the café, and you inhale deeply. 

Maybe you lied earlier. Capitalism did not destroy coffee for you, you still very much love the scent, taste, and especially the effect of it. You check the time, noticing you still have about 15 minutes left before you have to open the café - meaning you have more than enough time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee with Sana. She immediately agrees to drink a cappuccino with you, and just minutes later, you bask in the fresh scent of grounded coffee beans. Sana sighs deeply after having taken the first sip, and gives you a bright smile. “Heavenly. You truly make the best coffee out of all of us, Y/N!”, she compliments you, and you tilt your head to one side. Thanks to the caffeine in your system, you’re finally ready to talk to her now. “Well, if my academic brilliance proves futile, I can always become the best barista in the world, I guess. And by the way, don’t let Minho hear you say that, or he’ll force you to taste all the coffee he makes, resulting in you overdosing on caffeine. You know what he‘s like.”, you answer, and Sana giggles. “Well, I stand with what I said, and I’ll even say it to his face. He needs to learn that he can’t always be the best at everything.” You raise one eyebrow, lips twitching. “No offense, but I don’t think he’s ever been the best at anything so far, he’s just very good at pretending. He basically invented the phrase “fake it till you make it”.” 

Before Sana can reply, there’s a knock against one of the café’s windows. Surprised, you look up, and groan when you see a familiar face staring back at you. “What is he doing here?!”, you grumble, and place your mug on the counter, not moving a single muscle. But Sana, being her nice and angelic self, is already walking towards the door of the café, and before you can protest, she’s already unlocked it. Jisung jumps over the threshold, sporting a bright grin. He greets Sana with a hug, before sliding his giant headphones off his ears. “Moooorning.”, he says, with at least five Os. You’re already annoyed. You’ve known Jisung for… well. For a long time. Too long, some would say (you, for example). Your moms have been close friends since their own college years, and while they thankfully didn’t move into the same neighborhood, they ended up living quite close to each other. Meaning Jisung had been there for pretty much you entire childhood and teenage years - at every single one of your birthday parties, at most Christmases, and sometimes even at Easter (even though neither of your families really celebrated Easter). You’ve also gone on hiking trips together, and on wildlife expeditions, and on holidays by the seaside… In almost all your memories, there’s Jisung. 

“Ugh, why are you so obsessed with me?”, you whine when he leans over the counter to grab your mug and take a sip of your coffee, “There are literally hundreds of colleges and you had to go choose the one I’m attending?!” He grins, puffing out his stupidly adorable hamster cheeks. “I’d never be so cruel and rid you of my pleasant company, my dearest Y/N.”, he answers, dark eyes sparkling with humor. You just huff and turn around. “The usual?”, you ask in a flat voice, and he hums in confirmation. To say you hate Jisung would be a severe overstatement, you just often strongly... dislike him. And feel annoyed whenever he’s around. Mostly because he’s a walking disaster, who kinda thinks the world revolves around him (you blame him being an only child for that). One of your most vivid and probably also traumatic childhood memories is of your sixth birthday party: you had gotten a brand new, soft green bicycle, falling in love with it as soon as you laid eyes on it. Naturally, you had wanted to take it around the block for a little test drive, but all of the sudden, Jisung had thrown a big tantrum until your mom had made you give him the bike first. And being the clumsy child that he simply was (and kinda still is), he had crashed your beautiful new bike into a tree. The tree had won that battle, the handle bar completely bent, same with the front wheel. So you and your bike had been a very short love story with a tragic ending. Romeo and Juliet had nothing on you. And this instance has only been one of many - Jisung had also accidentally sat on your birthday cake once (till this day, you have no idea how he’d even managed to do that). He had also ruined one of your favorite jumpers by dumping ink all over it, had tipped over the canoe when you’d been happily paddling on a lake one summer day, and had given you a black eye when you went mini golfing for your eleventh birthday.

So Han Jisung has always been - and probably will always be - a walking disaster. Being his friend means you have a “Why is he like that” moment at least five times a day. Your biggest fear at the moment is that he’s accidentally going to sit on your brand new laptop and break it, the one you had been saving up for for over two years. And then you’ll just have to kill him which will probably make his very nice mom very sad. But as the bible clearly states: an eye for an eye, a life for a laptop. Or maybe he’s just going to set your whole apartment on fire - he’s truly a mess inside the kitchen, you sadly know that from experience (note to self: never try to bake cookies with Jisung ever again). Your old dorm kitchen will probably never recover from that one particular incident that ended with half the building having to be evacuated. This is one of the reasons why Jisung hasn’t been at your new place yet. The second one being that you also only just moved into it a few weeks ago. Ever since moving, he’s been pestering you though, asking you to have a movie night with him at your new place. Like you said, he’s kinda obsessed with you. He also literally spends every morning at the café you work at - or well, you just assume it’s every morning. As you’re a part timer, you don’t actually have to work every single morning, but he’s definitely always here when you have drawn one of the short straws again.

You quickly busy yourself with making a flat white for Jisung, his preferred drink of choice, while he continues to chat with Sana. They know each other thanks to a mutual friend of theirs, Chan - he’s one of Jisung’s roommates as well as Sana’s best friend. Everyone on campus knows Chan: he’s on the student council, he plays for the baseball team, and he’s one of the most promising music majors you’ve ever seen (or well, heard), already being scouted by different labels even though he’s not even a senior yet. And he’s also just so nice and down to earth, truly a prime example of a man. Jisung should really take a leaf out of Chan’s book. 

“Here you go.”, you say while sliding Jisung’s finished order his way, taking your own mug out of his hands while doing so. You quickly shake your head when he wants to hand you his credit card, and he shoots you a happy smile. Jun would probably fire you instantly if he knew about this, but not once have you let Jisung pay for his coffee - and you’ve been working here for almost four months now. You try to ignore the way your stomach jolts when Jisung locks eyes with you, but fail miserably. So maybe he has the most beautiful smile in the whole world, and maybe his eyes hold entire galaxies in them, but what about it? It’s not like you even really like him, right?

You turn around and pretend to wipe down the coffee machine, but in reality, you just don’t want to look at Jisung’s cute hamster cheeks anymore, because they just make you want to squish them. And you have a reputation to lose. “Well, I’m off to my lecture now - I hope your day will be pleasant, ladies!”, Jisung finally says, and you turn around, catching him giving you a mock salute and mischievous wink. You just wave at him, while Sana wishes him a good day as well. As soon as the door falls close behind him again, you exhale. You really need to get a grip on yourself.

It’s Friday night, and there’s a party at Jisung’s frat house. At first, you don’t want to go, but your roommate Amber basically drags you with her. You know she’s only going because she has the biggest crush on Chan, and you honestly can’t even blame her - half the girls on campus have a crush on him after all, and at least a third of the guys. But while Amber and Chan are good friends, nothing more has ever been going on between them - not yet, that is. Who knows, maybe tonight’s finally the night.

You’re currently sipping on some stale beer Seungmin - one of Jisung’s roommates - had handed you the second you stepped over the threshold of the frat house, scanning the room for people you know. Amber is off to greet some friends from her architecture class, so you’re on your own for now. Which is fine, you don’t really mind just standing in the corner to observe the other guests, it’s actually highly entertaining. For example, there’s one guy twerking like crazy to some Beyoncé song. You think his name is Kevin and he’s in your calc class. A friend of his is currently hyping him up like crazy, while another one with green dyed hair is clearly wishing he was somewhere entirely else. You honestly can’t blame him, the secondhand-embarrassment way too real. A few seconds later, Sana enters the room with a group of girls, and she happily waves at you as soon as she spots you. You simply return her smile, before continuing to watch Kevin. 

“Enjoying the show?”, someone beside you suddenly asks, and you jump, dumping some of your beer over your shirt. “Oh fuck you!”, you yelp, and turn around to glare at Minho’s shit-eating grin, “You definitely scared me on purpose!” “Fuck... me? Absolutely, just name the time and place, babe.”, he answers, and you smack his chest. “Not even in your wildest dreams, Lee.”, you reply, and narrow your eyes at him. He pouts playfully. “I just think we’d make a really great couple.”, he argues, and you shake your head. “Well, society should be able to limit what some people are allowed to think, then.”, you retort, voice flat, and he ruffles your hair. “You know what I love about you? You’re kinda mean and annoying, but unapologetically so.”, he says, and you raise one eyebrow. “I might be kinda mean and annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie.” At this, Minho gasps dramatically, and protectively clutches his phone to his chest. “I mean, I could always change it to one of your selfies, you know?”, he then suggests, making you groan. He’s clearly drunk already or else he wouldn’t be flirting like this. If this sad attempt can even be considered flirting, it’s probably just him being his annoying and arrogant Scorpio self. Minho sighs deeply. “When will you finally accept my eternal love for you, Y/N?”, he asks, and tries to grab one of your hands, but you just smack him again. “Maybe when you finally stop cheating at drawing straws! I have the Monday morning shift again!”, you hiss, and he smirks. “You’ll never know my secret.”, he says smugly, and empties his cup in one single gulp. 

You begin to pout and take a sip from your own cup, eyes wandering towards where Kevin is still throwing it back on the dance floor. “If I ever do something remotely like that, just take me out, and instantly.”, you say, an exasperated expression on your face. “On a date or with a sniper?”, a familiar voice on your other side suddenly asks, and you sigh internally. “Han.”, you greet your favorite frenemy, and Jisung grins while wrapping one arm around your shoulder. “Nice to see you accepted my invite.”, he says, and you quickly duck out of his embrace, trying to ignore your racing heart. Minho just wiggles his eyebrows at you, before flashing you a shit-eating grin and disappearing from view. Traitor. 

“I only came because Amber asked me to.”, you explain, and stand on your tiptoes to look for your friend. Seriously, where did she even go?! It’s been at least 15 minutes since she left you on your own. “You can just admit that you missed my handsome face, you know.”, Jisung says, and you snort. “Yeah, whatever you say, hamster boy.” He groans, ruffling his hair with one hand and making it stand on end. You desperately suppress the need to flatten it again, and quickly take another sip of your beer. “Don’t you get tired of using that old nickname? Plus, my cheeks aren’t as chubby anymore! I have finally lost all my baby fat, the glow up we’ve all been desperately waiting for!”, he says, and you suppress a smile, looking him up and down. “I guess some people would agree that you don’t look bad.”, you finally reply, and ignore the way your heart flutters when he shoots you a wide grin. “Aww, you old softie, I knew you actually liked me.”, he says, lovingly punching your shoulder. You grimace, rubbing the spot he hit - you know he and Chan have started to work out recently, and apparently, Jisung doesn’t know his own strength anymore. “Now don’t get all sappy on me, just because I might have erased your name out of my death note.”, you reply, quickly draining your cup to hide your blush, and mumble something about getting a new drink before basically running away from him. When you enter the kitchen, you exhale deeply. Your hands are shaking, your heart is racing and you know the blush is still very prominent on your cheeks. 

So yeah, maybe you’re kinda a bit in love with Han Jisung. He might be a complete mess, but he’s also funny, hard-working, intelligent and something close to a musical genius. And yeah, maybe you absolutely adore his stupid hamster cheeks, bright smile and beautiful dark chocolate eyes. You close your eyes for a few seconds, groaning internally. You don’t want to be in love with Han Jisung! There is literally no other person you want to be less in love with. Okay, except for Lee Minho, simply because you just couldn’t bring yourself to ever date a Scorpio, no offense. But Han Jisung is at least a close second! 

You can’t even say when you first began to develop these kinds of feelings for him. After graduating high school, you had finally realized how much you’d actually miss Jisung’s constant presence once you had to go off to different colleges. You’re almost embarrassed to admit how your heart had leaped when he told you he’d actually be going to the same college as you. Maybe you had truly just always kind of loved him - him and his weird antics. He’s always been himself, and unapologetically so. In the modern world of snapchat filters, snow apps and facetune, he’s always felt real to you.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts, and groan again. After you’ve refilled your red party cup, you drown it in a few gulps, repeating the process a few times. Drowning your feelings might not be the responsible thing to do just now, but well, you’re only in your early twenties, so you still have lots of time to become a more responsible adult in the future.

Half an hour later, you have probably drunk way too much beer and are also still trying to figure out where Amber has gone. So you finally decide to go search for her, noticing that for some reason, the floor seems to tilt a bit with every step you take. “Weeeeird.”, you mumble, squinting your eyes, “That’s new.” Just then, you manage to walk into someone, soaking their entire backside with your beer. The person yelps loudly, before turning around to glare at you. Your brain needs a few seconds to recognizes the handsome face, and when it finally does, you give him a bright smile while slurring “Hyunjiiiiiin.”, squishing his face between your hands. The boy turns from annoyed to alarmed, and pries your hands from his face while narrowing his eyes at you. “Okay, what and how much did you drink, Y/N?!” Your smile gets even wider. “Only the best kind of alcohol, which is a lot!” Hyunjin just groans and begins to look around for someone. “Where is Han when you need him?!” With that, he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you with him and through the crowd. You hold onto him like your life depends on it - and the way the floor is swaying from side to side right now, it truly just might. You make a disgusted sound when your hand touches Hyunjin’s soaked shirt. “You’re wet, do you know that?”, you mumble, head lulling around until Hyunjin gently guides it to rest against his shoulder. “Yeah, surprisingly I do.”, he says, but in your current state, his sarcasm gets totally lost on you. “You should change, it’s freezing outside, and we don’t want you to catch a cold!”, you tell him off, and he groans, half amused, half exasperated. “I promise I will change as soon as I’ve found Han.” 

You raise both eyebrows at that. “Why do you need to find Jisung? Does he have clothes for you?” Just then, Hyunjin seems to find the desired person, sighing in relief. “Hey, Han! I think your girlfriend has had a little bit too much to drink tonight.”, he yells over the music, and you frown. “His girlfriend? Since when does Jisung have a girlfriend?! And why hasn’t he told me about her?! I’m his oldest friend! Like, not old in the sense of actually being old, but in the sense of time spent toge-”, before you can ramble on, Hyunjin basically shoves you into Jisung’s outstretched arms. “Here, she’s your responsibility now! Take her home or whatever. I’m gonna go change.”, he says curtly, before turning around and marching off. You wave at his retreating backside, before you look up at Jisung, who sports a very confused expression. “Uh, what exactly happened?”, he asks, taking in your glossy eyes, flushed cheeks and lopsided smile, “Shit, are you drunk?! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!” He actually looks amazed, and you can’t help but ruffle his dark hair. It feels silky when it slips through your fingers, and you giggle to yourself. “Nice.”, you murmur, before you glare at him, “So, you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me about her?! That’s rather rude, you know? We’re friends, after all! The oldest friends ever! I tell you almost everything.” Jisung just blinks a few times, before he shakes his head in disbelief. “Uh, okay, maybe I should bring you home.”, he murmurs, and wraps his arms even tighter around your waist, “Where’s your stuff?” You shrug while snuggling closer to him to bury your face in the crook of his neck. He yelps, and freezes for a few seconds, before he sighs and drags you towards one of the sofas. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be back in a second.”, he murmurs softly, and tugs some of you hair behind your ear. You lean into his touch, and close your eyes while nodding. The last thing you hear is his low chuckle.

Bright sunlight greets you the second you try to open your eyes. You groan and decide it’s better to just close them again. Seeing is overrated anyway, especially when your head is pounding like crazy. Mh, maybe you did drink a little bit too much yesterday.

“Are you alive? Groan once for yes, twice for no.”

You truly love your roommate, but right now, you’re prepared to throw her out the window as her voice cuts through your hazy state like a knife. Still, you manage to groan once.

“Okay, good. There’s water on your bedside table, and some aspirin. Take it.” 

For the second time this morning (or midday, you honestly have no idea what time it is), you try to open your eyes, just a teeny tiny bit. Still half blind, you carefully fumble for said things on your bedside table. After taking the aspirin and drinking some water, you sigh in relief and fall back into your pillows. “You were really out of it yesterday, huh? Any reason for drinking for at least three people?”, Amber asks, her voice laced with quiet humor. You just grumble something unintelligible, and she chuckles. “Do you remember who brought you home?”

You finally turn around to look at her, raising one eyebrow. “... You?”, you guess, and she presses her lips together to try and stifle her shit-eating grin - she fails though. “Nope. I was kinda busy.”, she just answers, a smug expression on her face. You finally manage to sit up, ruffling your messy bed hair. “Busy doing what? Now that I think of it, I remember you were gone from my side the second we stepped foot inside the frat house. Talk about loyalty.” You try not to sound too offended, but while you don’t remember much from last night, you do remember that you spent some time looking for it, but in vain. “Chan.”, Amber just answers, and you squeal - regretting it a split second later when a sharp pain shoots through your head. “Remind me to never make that noise again while I’m nursing a hangover.”, you say, holding your head between your hands, and Amber giggles. “Noted. But yeah, Chan and I… well. Let’s just say we had a good night.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, and you return her grin. “Well, congrats, then! You snatched the Bang Chan, props to you.” Her smile softens, and she sighs dreamily. “He even asked me on a date afterwards. So we’re going out to get some pasta tonight.”, she tells you, and your smile gets even bigger. “I’m so happy for you, Amber. He’s a really great guy, and you deserve a really great guy.”, you say gently, and she nods. “Damn right I do. But speaking of a really great guy - Jisung was actually the one to bring you home last night.”, she explains, grinning smugly when she sees your shocked expression. “He did what now?!”, you ask, not ready to believe her, at least not yet. Amber leans back on her elbows, obviously enjoying this way too much. “Well, after you drank about half the alcohol the boys bought for the party, you decided to give Hyunjin a beer shower, who immediately realized it was definitely time to get you home, so he went searching for Jisung who then brought you to our apartment. No idea what happened after you left the frat house though, I only got to know about this because Hyunjin told Chan who told me.”

You bury your face in your pillow and let out a long, miserable noise. You sound a bit like a dying whale which makes Amber laugh. “Ah, come on, it’s not that bad. You and Jisung are friends after all, I’m sure he saw you drunk lots of times already!”

You shake your head.

“Wait, he hasn’t?!”

“Nope. I very rarely get drunk, and it’s not like Jisung and I are actual friends like that - friends who take care of each other and so on, you know?”, you try to explain, and Amber frowns. “What do you mean? Y/N, you and Jisung have known each other since forever, you hang out constantly, and you always talk about him with endless adoration - well, and a bit of annoyance too, to be fair. But what do you mean you’re not friends “like that”?!” You blink at her, surprise written all over your face. “I don’t talk about him with endless adoration!”, you disagree. Amber just gives you a very long, hard look, and you begin gnawing at your lip. “I… do?”, you ask in a small voice, and she nods. “You talk to him every day, Y/N, and you talk about him even more. It would be annoying if it weren’t also extremely cute.”, she replies, and begins filing her nails, lips twitching while she watches you trying to digest what she’s just told you. “I guess… I should at least message him to thank him for bringing me home.”

“And for tucking you into bed.”

You groan and throw your pillow at Amber. She catches it and laughs. “What, you looked very cozy and all snuggled up when I came home! And I doubt you yourself did that, at least if Hyunjin told the truth about the amount of alcohol you consumed yesterday.”

You look yourself up and down, noticing that you’re not wearing your clothes from last night anymore, but your favorite pj’s, the ones with little succulents on it. “Does this mean…”, you whisper, but shake your head, “Nope, not even going there. I’m way too sleep-deprived and hangover to deal with any of that right now.” Amber grins and shrugs. “Just go ask Jisung, I’m sure he can fill you in on everything.” You groan again, and fall back onto your bed. “I’ll have to take a shower first.”, you mumble, and close your eyes again. “Yes, please do, you reek of stale beer.” And with that, your roommate throws your pillow back at you.

It’s already about to get dark again when you arrive at the frat house, nervously bouncing on your feet for a few seconds before you finally gather the courage to knock on the front door. You quickly stuff your hands back into the pockets of your leather jacket, gnawing at your lower lip while waiting for someone to open the door. Just a few minutes later, Hyunjin’s tired face greets you. He raises both eyebrows when he lays eyes on you, immediately noticing your nervous expression. “Hi.”, you say, and give him a small smile. He leans against the doorframe, and crosses both arms over his chest. “Hi yourself. You actually look less zombie-like than expected.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks, today’s look is inspired by sleep deprivation and a mean hangover. Water and aspirin helped though, or else I could have auditioned for The Walking Dead.”, you grumble, “And uh… Thanks for yesterday, by the way. I’m really sorry about your shirt, I heard I dumped beer all over it.” Hyunjin cracks a smile at that, and shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s fine. The washing machine will take care of that. Wanna come in?”, he asks, and you nod, quickly following him inside the warmth of the parlor. 

Surprisingly, the house looks clean and tidy again - the guys must have spent the entire day getting rid of last night’s mess. You’re actually impressed. “Han is in his room.”, Hyunjin says, before you even have the chance to ask, and you gulp nervously. “O-okay…”, you mumble, and are just about to walk up the stairs, when Hyunjin tugs on your sleeve. You turn around to face him again, expression questioning. The boy gnaws at his lip, looking nervous. “Just… Finally tell him, okay? I’m like, literally begging you.”, he then says, and you narrow your eyes at him. “Tell him what, exactly?”, you inquire, but Hyunjin only gives you an exasperated gaze. “You know exactly what. We’re all tired of you guys pining after each other but not actually doing anything about your feelings. Quick reminder: this is not a cheesy rom-com where you have to wait until one of you guys leaves the country so you can finally declare your love at the airport or some big, stupid gesture like that. Just do it now, in his stuffy frat room and get it over with.” Before you’re able to reply, he gives you a mock salute and retreats into the kitchen. You huff, surprised at the audacity of his words, and turn around to finally go up the stairs and towards Jisung’s room. 

You take in a few deep breaths before knocking on his door, trying to steady yourself. Then, you wait - but after a few seconds have passed and the door has not yet been opened, you simply turn the doorknob and let yourself in. Jisung sits at his desk, giant headphones covering his ears while he hums along to the music he’s listening to. Well, that explains why he didn’t hear you knocking. You quickly cross the room, and tap his shoulder. He screams, and whips around, almost ripping his headphones off in the process. You giggle at his shocked expression, dark eyes almost comically big in his face. “When did you arrive!?”, he almost yells, and you slide the headphones off his ears, brushing some of his hair back while doing so. His eyelids flutter for a few seconds, before he raises one eyebrow. “You don’t look that shitty, which is surprising considering the amount of beer you drank last night.”, he says after looking you up and down, and you defensively cross your arms over your chest. “Wow, thanks. Always the charmer, huh?”, you huff in mock offense, and he grins up at you. “No need to charm when I know your heart is already mine.” You almost choke on your own spit, and beg the blush creeping on your cheeks to just not do that right now. Truly not the time nor place. “I came to thank you, actually. For last night - I heard you were the one to bring me home.”, you finally admit, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. 

Jisung just stares at you for a few seconds, before giving you a soft smile. “Well, yeah. I couldn’t just let anyone take you home - and Amber was kinda busy, I heard.” You nod. “True, I’m glad you didn’t interrupt whatever she was doing. So, uh, yeah, thanks, you’re… a good friend, I guess.” Almost immediately, embarrassment washes over you, and you groan at your own words. Jisung’s lips begin to twitch. “A good friend, huh?”, he repeats and crosses both hands behind his head, still looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You blink a few times, before slowly beginning to nod. “Y-yeah…?” “For someone so smart, you’re really fucking oblivious sometimes, you know that?”, Jisung suddenly states, and you huff. “Excuse me?! Who do you call obliv-” But before you can tell him off, he pulls you onto his lap and then, his lips are on yours. You yelp, freezing for a few seconds, before basically melting against him. He hums appreciatively, and wraps both arms around you to pull you even closer towards him, deepening the kiss. You bury your hands in his soft hair, gently tugging on it, and he groans against your lips. You use the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth while his hands wander lower to grab your ass. You shift on top of him, and he moans when you brush against his crotch. 

When you draw back to catch your breaths, you simply stare at each other, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Then, Jisung begins to smile at you, and your heart flutters. Twenty years of seeing his smile, but you’ll apparently never get used to it. “About fucking time.”, he then murmurs against your lips, voice pleased, and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m not oblivious, by the way! You’re the oblivious one - I never give anyone free coffee, because it could literally cost me my job, and yet you always get a flat white on the house!”, you tell him, and he smirks. “Oh, baby, the oblivious one is definitely you - or do you really think I just happen to have a lecture every morning you got the early shift again?”, he replies, a smug expression on his face. You just stare at him. “You-”, but before you can say anything else, Jisung quickly presses his lips against yours again. You immediately lean into his embrace, and close your eyes, losing yourself to his touch - so familiar, yet also so new and exciting.

Yes, maybe you’ve truly always been in love with Han Jisung - but at least he seems to feel the exact same way. 

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Who wants more next gen hcs???

Ra is basically the fun dad who fails to set guidelines while Harpy‘s out there yelling „language!“ and „posture.“ 20/7

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Since both had very fucked up parents

Ra try’s to give the kids as much freedom as possible, trying to understand their problems

While

Harpy wants to be there for her children and wants to set their path for a good future. He would kill for her kids, literally.

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They deny it but it‘s obvious who‘s who‘s favorite

Ra‘s fav is Maat due to her being a happier version than Harpy, embracing her musical interest while having a positive outlook on the world.

While Harpy‘s favorite is Aton since can be as chaotic and loud as his father while still trying his best on improving his skills.

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Maat and Aton Are Twins, Maat is older by fifteen minutes. (She never gets tired of mentioning that)

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Both of the kids are analytical and work on their skills constantly, like their mom

While

Rather social like their dad.

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Aton means sundisk/ literally sun

Maat is the goddess of honesty (and the daughter of the sun god Ra)

(Ra‘s dad named them)

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Aton has dislexia, so he has problems with writing and reading. But he‘s good with anything sciency (Math, Physics) he also likes sports a lot, he‘s aspecially good in hand to hand combat.

Maat, like her mother has inherited a demon. Not intentionally ofc. It was hidden in the contract that harpy singed to get her full demonic powers.

She is good with words and very good at languages but fails at anything remotly connected to science. She did ballet and took singing lessons for a long time.

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Tho being two of the most powerful ppl in the whole scare school they still argue like five year olds.

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Aton is scared of insects while Maat has a dismay of rodents.

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Maat inherited a lot of Harpy‘s genes. Therefore she understands any kind of bird, has the pointy teeth and the feathery hair.

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Aton sucks at aiming so you‘ll never see him using a bow on his own terms.

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Both are remotly Moro-sexual

(Hint, Mona and Nick)

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Since their Parents have a very close relationship with an almost dream like love story these two are very pining.

Maat pined for Nick even before he transitioned

And Aton has the tendecy to fall for every girl that talks to him.

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Jacob is their damage control

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They take fighting lessons since the royal family gets attacked a lot. Especially after Ra had to banish his own parents and now has major trustissues with his own royal guard.

Aton gets trained by Hot Thot Ramses and Maat by her own demon. (A fancy crow man in a suit)

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Like mentioned before Harpy is very protective of her children. So she doesn’t really like Mona and Nick who are both

Chaotic eneties who listen to punk music and swear a lot in their native language.

Ra thinks his kids have the grated taste lmao „ah I see you have your mothers taste in partners“

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Ra and Harpy used to babysit Jacob a lot which where a big struggle as soon as the sleepwalking and talking started.

When you wake up at four am looking at a tiny kids in his pj‘s saying. „*instert scary thing to say.“ over and over again you get scared yeah.

I want to mention that Ra is still freaked about that. Kinda.

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Ra is the kind of Parent who makes stupid jokes at the kitchen table to embarris his kids in front of their guests

(Mona and Nick he‘s the funniest guy in the underworld)

Harpy never gets tired or babying them.

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Ra and Harpy Are the lovey dovie kind of parents that are an embarrassment to their children. (Flirting, giggling, joking.)

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Ra is trying to legalize weed in Kairo but Harpy wants to stop him from doing that.

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Ra talks harpy usually writes down their Final idea and thinks it trough. But they work together in developing it.

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Harpy can‘t talk infront of a large amount of people and she‘s terrible with names.

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Ra Never gets tired of phrasing harpy, especially in front of everyone. „That‘s my wife! She‘s so smart.“

„Applaud for my gorgeous wife, couldn’t make it without her.“

Harpy is all red trying to wave it off

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These people cannot have one (1) single vacation without being attacked by somebody.

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Ra is the only one not that found of fighting but he‘s usually good at dodging and de escalateing (or he calms the people who are stuck with them down) in emergencies he can do the ty lee shit and set a punch the way that it termporately paralyzes the body part.

#casper‘s scare school #caspers scare school #otp #Ra #Harpy #next gen #ole content

[91percentpynch]

jeremy knox headcanons that live rent free in my head

i love this cali sunshine boy with my whole ass heart. that‘s all, enjoy my headcanons!! these are very random, i hope you still enjoy them!!

jeremy knox is hispanic

his mother is from argentia

he is fluent in spanish, he was raised bilingual

his dad is from california

his mother used to live in a small village in argentia on a farm, so they decided to buy a farm when jer was about five years old

meaning jer was basically raised on a farm, with animals (cows cuz they‘re cute, chickens, sheep, two dogs and a couple of cats) and fruit trees

jeremy knox is a panromantic, demisexual icon - you cannot convince me otherwise

even though jeremy is on the asexual spectrum he actually enjoys sex - it just has to be with the right person

he started to play exy in highschool

jeremy is good at school - not straight As, but close enough

jeremy goes at the beach any chance he gets

he teaches jean how to talk spanish

when he is upset, sad, angry, super happy or feels any emotion strongly he speaks spanish

alvarez and jer are childhood best friends

he actually doesn‘t plan to go pro after college because he simply doesn‘t think he‘s That Good

jeremy‘s plan b - next to exy - is becoming a farmer

jeremy is really into baking

he loves to bake/ cook with his mother

jer visits his family every holidays/ school break - he takes jean along when they join the trojans

jeremy always had a cute little crush on jean and kevin

he also had a thing for renee before finding out she is a lesbian - they became really close friends tho

somehow jeremy ended up becoming friends with andrew minyard

both don‘t know how it happened, it just kinda did

nicky and jer always talk in spanish - it drives the foxes crazy

kevin one day decided to learn spanish to understand what they‘re talking about

nicky and jer literally only talked about how hot kevin is - he blushes when he finally understands it

jeremy is the walking ray of sunshine because he cannot take the thought of other people being sad

HOWEVER he does not want to fix them - jeremy knows certain things cannot be fixed, but they can be made bareable

jeremy‘s majors are agricultural economics and foreign languages (does the american system work like that??? idk?????)

jeremy loves music and he loves makeing playlists for his friends

jer also loves to read

he is a terrible singer but will sing any chance he gets

really romantic baby

jeremy loves movie nights with his friends

jeremy doesn‘t drink alcohol - no specific reason he just think it‘s stupid and you can have just as much fun staying sober

jer is the mom friend

jeremy knox is against violence - he never got into a fist fight

the reason he plays exy is because he believes in solidarity and the power of positivity/ fairness/ love and he wants to show the world that you can a brutal sport like exy just as good staying on the fair side

jeremy wants to travel the world one day

jeremy shows jean argentina

jer loves animals

he will point out every single dog he sees

and jer will pet them all

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #jeremy knox

[jizemderler]

Hi there! Could you do the match maker please? I'm 28 and 5 foot 5 and not really skinny. I have a bit of belly fat but I am working on it. I love boxing and doing sport challenges with my friends. I adore all kinds of music but my heart beats for metal and rock music and so I own mostly black clothes but I love crazy patterns too. I am very introverted but also a crazy sarcastic person but my friends love adore my sarcastic humor. Oh and I work for the government in administration.

Aloha my friend!

I ship you with...

this dude! MAJOR NOONA KINK WATCH OUT

Even though he loves you in every shape he is very supportive when it comes to your goals you have set for yourself. If you decide to stop? He‘s right there with you. No one‘s gonna tell you how to look, not even him. However you feel good and whatever floats your boat - is perfect to him.

IMAGINE HIM CHEERING FOR YOU WHILE YOU‘RE BOXING! He‘s def your biggest fan out there. Sometimes he will offer to train with you but he gets scared every now and then because his woman is POWERFULL wheew.

„Is that my necklace?“ „What if it is? What if it is not? It is or it is not, that is the...“ „Take it off.“ „You take it off.“ „Shut up.“

He visits you at work whenever he is back from tour and takes you out on your lunch breaks. No matter how stressfull work can be, when he shows up your mood always gets better.

uhmmm...excuse moi mon homme

#jhope #hoseok #jung hoseok #bts #bts smut #i ship you with #bts matchmaking

[ralphmaccchiato]

can i please get some random daniel larusso hcs? if possible? he's ma bitch at the moment lmao just like some cute ones or soft ones idfk 😂

notes: daniel’s my favorite bbie to write about aH !! imma make these take place in my stardrop verse <3 so they live in an apartment in newark up until he‘s about 16,, and these are all for around the time they were livin there (:

✧˚₊‧ ๑ ♡ ๑‧₊˚✧ ✧˚₊‧ ๑ ♡ ๑‧₊˚✧ ✧˚₊‧ ๑ ♡ ๑‧₊˚✧

he runs in the lobby at his apartment building and obnoxiously squeaks his sneakers oN PURPOSE because it pisses off their landlady

he also sneaks table scraps to her blind watchdog dog even though she doesn’t like him to have people food

he’s kinda a dick like that

their elevator doesn’t work so he has to take the stairs every day (annoying)

that gives him a few advantages for sports in school tho so he don’t mind

he’s the best on their soccer team !

his three best friends also play on the soccer team w/ him as well as his cousin

anytime they have an away game or something they all sit together at the back of the bus & are sO LOUD AND ANNOYING

but they’re collectively the best players so nobody says shit ab it

he helps his friends pick up girls cuz he’s got more game than them

that’s not rlly saying much

somehow the best fuckin wingman ??

he used to be a major playa back in like 1st grade lmaooo

he’d buy gum and tiny trinkets with his allowance and give them to all the girls he thought were pretty (‘:

they loved him for it

this includes the teachers aid who was way too old for him btw

that ones such an embarrassing story to him

he’s only ever seriously dated one girl tho

her name’s judy & she’s everything to him

he’s so in love

bought her a necklace once

he had to save up for months

shit was sPENDY but worth it

she wears it every day.

he legit thinks the sun shines out her ass

it kinda does tho.

he sneaks up her fire escape to see her ALL the TIME and always brings her some dumb present or something

sometimes it’s like a mixtape or a dandelion

sometimes it’s like ‘i brought you this stale piece of gum.’

there’s no in between

will never tell u but he’s such a romantic

loves all those gushy movies

he pretends he doesn’t like them but he does

so much.

sometimes steals his mom’s romance novels it’s so CUTEEEE

spends a lot of time over at his uncle louie’s

uncle louie is hardly ever there but aunt marcia is

she’s such a sassy woman he loves her so much

10/10 reuses her comebacks because they’re that good

he learns how to bake from her

also secretly feeds the stray cat that keeps showing up in her window

he thinks it’s hilarious how worked up she gets about that cat showing up every day

baby’s such an animal person it’s ridiculous

i can’t think of any more but he’s so sweet & pure & i love him <3

tag-list: @johnnybby @i-dont-even-know-anymore921 @curtises @billionsandbillionsofstars (sorry if i forgot anybody,, i rlly gotta write all these usernames down in my notes so i don’t miss anyone ! )

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#the karate kid #daniel larusso #ralph macchio #the outsiders #daniel larusso headcanons #the karate kid imagines #idk what to tag this i- #ralphmaccchiato

[ducktracy]

95. buddy the dentist (1934)

release date: december 15th, 1934

series: looney tunes

director: ben hardaway

starring: jack carr (buddy), bernice hansen (cookie)

the last cartoon of 1934! i can’t say it was an exciting year—probably the least memorable year yet. the merrie melodies started to go into color, though, which is exciting! 1935 will be a big year. porky makes his debut, as does tex avery. termite terrace would be born, and the world has never known peace since! also interesting to note—jack king’s an animator?? i wonder how that happened. a little job on the side?but for now, we focus on buddy, who plays dentist after his dog suffers a toothache from eating too much fudge.

someone’s in the kitchen with buddy, someone’s in the kitchen i know. someone’s in the kitchen with buddy, it’s his pup, bozo. buddy’s whipping up a batch of fudge, with enthralling and rigorous instructions such as “think of a number from 1 to 100” and “stir until exhausted”.

bozo sniffs the fudge, to which buddy scolds “ah ah! burny burny!” i think that’s the LEAST of your concerns if your dog is that close to chocolate. nevertheless, buddy gives his dog one last knowing glance as he strolls off, the fudge unattended. bozo takes this as an opportunity to lick the boiling death trap, yelping in pain at the burn. very amusing to watch him sucking up water desperately to playfully lapping it once buddy comes back in, shrugging.

quite the masterful baker as buddy pours the contents of the pan into a syringe, flipping the pan back on the shelf and balancing the syringe on his finger. he shoots squares of fudge onto a cookie sheet, and one into bozo’s mouth to pacify him. i’m not gonna riddle the review with “HE FEED HIS DOG CHOCOLATE 😱😱😱😱”, but just know i found the entire concept hilarious as i watched it and all i could think of was “this is such a bad idea”. bozo instigates, wanting more, but buddy reprimands him, scolding “that’s all you get. and besides, candy’s bad for dogs’ teeth.” begrudgingly does bozo mock buddy once he leaves the picture. of course, buddy catches him sniffing the pan of fudge and orders him to come near him.

buddy rings up cookie while bozo sulks next to him. i love the detail of the bird listening in on the conversation. buddy teases cookie, promoting her to guess what he has for her. he entices her with a promise of some fudge, while bozo, seeing that buddy is effectively distracted, seeks out the pan of fudge. it topples to the ground, and his mission is accomplished as he eagerly indulges in a few hearty helpings.

all of the sudden, bozo yelps in pain as a bell chimes forebodingly. a visit to the mirror confirms he has a toothache, represented by a little figure (i can’t make out what it’s supposed to be: a dog, a flea, or satan are my guesses LOL) hammering away at his tooth. i wonder if this is a jack king scene? since he loves his open mouths so much. bozo cries in pain, which prompts buddy to break his goody two shoes persona and shout “hey, shut up! shut up!” ah, misunderstanding, another great comedy point. cookie believes buddy is telling HER to shut up and hangs up on him, scoffing that he can’t tell her to shut up. damn right!

aggravated, buddy runs into the kitchen (first time holding the ear piece and accidentally getting yanked back into the living room) to see what the fuss is about. he drags bozo by the collar and props him up on the table, exclaiming “now see what you’ve done!” bozo is too distracted by the pain to be properly guilt tripped, and buddy inspects the situation. instead of angry, he cracks a grin as he tells bozo “see, i told you candy would hurt your teeth!” considerate as always! buddy reaches into the drawer and brings out an arsenal of intimidating tools: a hammer, a screwdriver, some pliers... the works.

buddy painfully struggles to pull the offending tooth, but to no avail. they both fly backwards into a wall, a calendar/advertisement fluttering into the clutches of buddy. it advertises “DR MOHLER — painless dentist, WE USE GAS”. i love the detail of “octember”, a gag reused in porky’s double trouble. ah, gas, of course! buddy is enticed by the concept of drugging his dog. he places a funnel over bozo’s mouth and turns a gas valve. jesus, buddy! of course, this isn’t supposed to be dark. the dog falls asleep and swells up like a balloon.

with some quick thinking, buddy uses a vacuum to suck his dog back down. nothing can ever go right for either of them—the vacuum bag explodes, sending buddy flying against an ironing board and propelling him outside, where he‘s propelled back inside thanks to a clothesline. buddy hears bozo crying (now conscious), and finds him hiding under buddy’s pillow in his bedroom.

the “heavy object tied to a string tied to a tooth” trope, tried and true. by heavy object, i usually mean door. but, for some reason, buddy has dumbbells in his bedroom (gotta pump the iron!) and ties the string to bosko’s tooth and around a dumbbell. he tosses the dumbbell, and bozo merely chases it and returns it to him. strong dog! they try again, this time with the same results, bozo sporting a top hat and an even BIGGER dumbbell.

finally, buddy realizes tying the string to the doorknob is the way to go. of course, bozo begs no, and buddy then ties the string to his OWN tooth to prove it isn’t so bad and that it won’t hurt.

just in time for a random cat to wander into buddy’s home! bozo chases the cat, and buddy is forced along in the chase as he’s tied to his fervent pooch. a wild goose chase ensues, buddy and bozo landing in a sprinkler outside as the cat mocks them. bozo chases after the cat once more, poor buddy shanghaied as he struggles to keep up. he lands in a wagon and is dragged along the street, nearly run over by a car. a cat knocks over a man digging in a trench, who serves as the perfect bridge as bozo and buddy cross the trench, the oblivious man scratching his head.

the chase carries on into cookie’s yard, where she’s lounging in a hammock, reading a book. buddy and bozo fly over cookie, running into her and knocking the hammock to the ground. buddy finds bozo’s tooth, showing it off triumphantly. cookie finds her own prize—buddy’s tooth. iris out as we all laugh it off.

not the most entertaining cartoon to watch, but it did keep me engaged. the chase scene was nice, lots of pep and energy. i don’t have any major gripes with the short, maybe a bit boring in some parts but it was ultimately slightly amusing. buddy didn’t have too much personality (like always), but it was refreshing to hear him have some dialogue. i think that’s one of the biggest problems—some of the buddy cartoons have such minimal dialogue. not that you can’t have silent cartoons. a cartoon that can convey its message well without dialogue is a very strong one indeed, and there are lots of great cartoons like that. but usually music, animation, ACTING, and of course PERSONALITY carry those cartoons. the buddy cartoons aren’t there yet, they’re still rather primitive. not crude, but still in the baby steps. a lot of progress has been made though! this may be worth a watch, just because it’s so absurd.

link!

#lt #buddy the dentist #reviews #long post

[heartxshaped-bruises]

a matter of perception.

RULES: Answer the following question about your muse. Repost, don’t reblog! TAGGED BY: snatched from dash TAGGING: @vitrexanima  @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable  @formuseskies  @exs-et-ohs  @okayyeahsurewhynotcool  @the-last-of-the-hellhounds  @icameasiam  @brokenblondeprincess  and everyone who wants to!

Davey Detten

What would someone think about your muse upon seeing them for the first time? Are their thoughts close to the truth? Would they like to get to know them?

They’d think that he’s nervous and somehow insecure. In reality, he’s just a little antsy and always needs to busy either his hands or legs, but he doesn’t notice that anymore. They’d want to figure out why he comes off as insecure but when they’d hear that he’s actually fine they wouldn’t be overly interested in him. Rather neutral.

How would someone who had never met your muse before, and only heard of them through other people think of them? How would they have heard about them in the first place?

They’d find it hard to believe think that his behavior could’ve slipped his parents if they heard / read in the news paper about the locker incident and the following tragedy. They picture him as a stereotypical, quiet loner without any friends who wanted attention, some sort of douchebag or creep who talks back at teachers and parents.

How do their friends and/or admirers feel about them? What do they like?

They’d think that Davey can be a little exhausting in many ways. They like him because he’s a funny, kind-hearted guy but his obtrusiveness can be a bit too much. They like that he genuinely cares and is there when they need him. He’s very soft with people he holds dear.

How does their immediate family or someone very close feel about them?

His parents hardly pay attention to him but if they do, they only see the negative things. He’s sloppy and exhausting with his habits, doesn’t fit into their idea of an orderly household because he lacks focus and discipline. They feel like he doesn’t listen to them and doesn’t care enough. He always seems to ask for things without being entitled to ask for them because he doesn’t do anything to earn them.

While his parents want him to put more effort into everything, his brother’s more tolerant and wants to encourage him in making a progress. But Kurt does have his own standards that he values and in the end, takes th side of their parents bc he thinks that Davey doesn’t even want to improve. He loves him but thinks that he’s a hopeless case and prefers to focus on things that are important to him.

Who antagonizes, competes, challenges or bullies your muse? Why so? What do possible enemies see in them?

Some peers at school make fun of his learning difficulties and also find his overly eager and clingy attempts to make friends weird. He’s giving them a lot of handy attack points and feel encouraged bc he doesn’t talk back. They often try how much they need to push him until he responds the way they want. 

How do authority figures like teachers or a boss in direct control over your muse see them? Does everyone feel the same way or are there exceptions?

Some particular teachers of Davey believe that the part of his school work that’s below-average isn’t due to his learning and focussing difficulties, but to laziness and unwillingness. For them it’s hard to imagine that his parents would allow him to be that half-hearted if they draw a comparison to his two brothers. Kurt was always a poster child of a student and Cody’s also following that path. The majority doesn’t buy that the Dettens don’t require the same for the middle-child.

On the other hand, both his English and Sports teachers know that he does need a plan to tackle the obstacles and try to help him.

How do their co-workers feel about them? Is it difficult to work with them or not?

Davey’s co-workers at the pet cemetery think he’s a nice guy. Sometimes he talks too much, especially about random stuff, but he’s uncomplicated to work with.

What would someone who was deeply in love with your muse say? What made them fall in love? Any appealing or annoying quirks, did they get what was expected?

A lover would’ve fallen in love with his gentleness and how caring Davey is. They’d say that when they’re with him he’s always trying to make them laugh, even fi he’s having a bad day. Sometimes he doesn’t understand everything they’re telling him, but he always listens. He looks a little older than he is but his mentality is far more pure and innocent than other teenager’s about his age. He’s not as mature as he appears to be at first, that can be seen as either positive or negative.

Who does your muse see when they look in the mirror? Do they like what they see? How much is their opinion affected by others around them?

Davey is very aware that he’s a big, walking construction side. And in his opinion, he’s already trying his best to work on it but it often slips him again bc he has a thousand other things in his head. He doesn’t feel like he’s being taken serious by anyone. He likes the way he his but feels often insecure and clueless when it comes to his family and how to please them. He doesn’t want them to make him loathe who he is just bc he doesn’t fit their expectations.

Imagine someone standing upon your recently deceased muse’s headstone. How would they feel about them? Would they say any words? Regret something? Would their opinion change after their death?

If I imagine a fellow peer from the school band, they’d probably change their opinion. They would recall how nice they thought Davey was, a little quirky but nice. They may have deemed him to be suicidal at first but then made up their mind to think that nobody who’s suicidal would’ve set the whole house on fire while his family was present. And they’d feel bitter about him having set his locker on fire. they’d treat it as a proof that he wanted to hurt people and hence was a nutcase.

How do you as the writer feel about your muse, not as a muse but a person? What would you do if you met them? Would you like to meet them at all and would you get along? Are you even alike?

Davey means well but he‘s very clutzy. He’s a very nice guy but I probably would feel alienated by his invasiveness if I didn’t know him yet. I’d like that he’s not a couch potato and is mostly outdoors, I’d also dig that he plays the drums but I think he’d like me more than I’d like him because he’s not as mature as he could be for his age and also not reliable. He doesn’t do it on purpose but if he wouldn’t listen to me if I told him about something, I’d feel pissy. I also don’t like it when people I don’t trust touch me too much.

#★ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴅᴀᴠᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇɴ #[ jeeesh that was long ] #[ but I wanted to do it! ] #long post

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living room + deziah

+ and a room. ( accepting ) / @isolctions

LIVING ROOM:

How does the character spend weekends?

Majority of the time Dez is at his casino on weekends, usually during the evening because he holds poker games on Saturday nights. That is also one of the busiest days, so he feels more comfortable actually being present. On Sunday’s, he tries to keep his schedule limited; making time to kick back and relax because his ass is always on the move. If he has a woman, then he’ll spend his weekends with them.

What kind of movies does the character watch?

Black films are his forté, and he enjoys a great hood movie. Suspense and horror films are usually a thing as well, though they rarely make him move a muscle; which he hates. But Dez is a fan of action movies too, they just have to be very intense for him to keep focused.

What do they do with friends?

Nothing out of the ordinary, he’ll invite his closest friends to the casino and allow them to have free drinks/food. They’ll discuss women and sports. 8/10 when he links up with them, though, it’s really just for their poker games; the street nigga in him will play craps too. It isn’t like Dez has a shitload of friends anyway, trust don’t come easy. Keeps it to a minimum.

What’s their favourite pasttime?

Dez has a few favorites, but probably playing board games. Something he‘s never outgrown and something he’s great at—the fact that he more than likely ends up being the winner, gives him some type of satisfaction. Plus, he is old school…he rather not play video games.

What’s their favourite TV show/Film?

Favorite show is undecided, because he barely has time to turn on the television. He did love that show ‘60 Days In.’ Law & Order: SVU is a given, the shit is always on some channel. 90’s sitcoms usually end up being binged watched unintentionally. Favorite film is ‘Claudine’ cause he’s always had a crush on Diahann Carroll.

#♔ 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 → deziah. #isolctions

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>>| choi sungyoon { noah } :: 970731 :: sphere hopeful :: college student/part-time model |<<

— ❝  It‘s like a game – you either win or lose. There‘s nothing in between. ❞

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ :: watching the night sky. ɪ ᴀᴍ :: reaching for the stars. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ :: shining brightly.

Wʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?

→ /the brown-haired boy shifts on the chair before facing the camera, a subtle smile on his lips while waiting for his cue/ “are you ready…?“ /as he gets the sign to start his smile grows wider – shows his teeth and his eyes disappear in half-crescents as he bows/ “my name is choi sungyoon and i‘m 20 years… no wait…” /there is no nervousness in his features as he raises one hand to his head and scratches it/ “…i‘m 21 years old.“ /the smile is back on his lips as he bows his head again – this time as an apology – and a chuckle leaves his lips/ “i lived abroad for some time and there are still a few things i need to get used to again. my apologies.“ /although he made a mistake the camera is still recording, his attitude simply too cute to call it a ruined try/ “i was born in changwon and moved various times in my childhood – the last one before coming to seoul was to the united states.“ /a spark can be seen in his eyes as he continues to talk in english – his pronunciation isn‘t flawless but it‘s enough to impress people/ “new york to be more precise. i spend there my whole high school time. /another chuckle is heard as he goes back to talking korean and his hands ruffle up his hair unconsciously/ “i‘m currently a student at the seoul institute of the arts as a major in applied music. since i came back to Korea i‘m eager to learn as much about this business as i can and i‘m pleased to meet you all.“ /his eyes search for someone behind the camera, as if asking for permission, before he shifts on the chair again/ “since i‘ll be the next big hit of this scene please remember my name. choi sungyoon.“ /he emphasizes his name and chuckles before the picture turns black/

Wʜʏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʜᴇʀᴇ?

→ “there are many reasons i‘m here right now..“ /the setting is the same as before but the boy is wearing another shirt and his hands are folded in his lap to hide some unsureness/ “for one – and probably that‘s the most important – i‘ve always been interested in music and well… being famous?“ /he tries to hide the embarrassment with a laugh and although it‘s still obviously embarrassing he‘s charming/ “i‘m actually better at sports than music but i have a passion for both singing and dancing – and dancing is some kind of sport as well, isn‘t it?“ /his smile is back and with this his confidence, he looks like he is right where he belongs/ “during my time in new york i witnessed the grow of hallyu all over the world and noticed how great something i grew up with actually is. and after many considerations about what to pursue in life i decided that i want to be part of it. i don‘t want to watch idols on the stage. i want to be on those stages myself.“ /a quiet chuckle falls from his lips/ “and i will do whatever it takes to get there.“

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>> WELCOME TO ROOKIES, CHOI SUNGYOON!

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Masahiro Tanaka hoping to rejoin Yankees next week

New York Yankees pitcher Masahiro Tanaka is close to rejoining the team after a month out with injury.

Tanaka said Monday that he will make a rehab start on Wednesday, and if all goes well, he plans to rejoin the Major League rotation as early as next week.

Tanaka said he will make his rehab start in Scranton on Wednesday. He‘s expecting to throw around 70 pitches and is hoping to be back in the rotation against Baltimore next week.

— Mandy Bell (@MandyBell02) July 2, 2018

Tanaka strained both of his hamstrings while running the bases, but it looks like he will make it back in time for the All-Star break as hoped. The Yankees could use the help — their rotation has really struggled outside of CC Sabathia and Luis Severino this season.

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Trump cancels Britain trip, blames Obama for ‘peanuts’ London embassy deal

LONDON (Reuters) – U.S. President Donald Trump canceled a trip to London scheduled for next month to open a new embassy, saying he did not want to endorse what he understood was an Obama-era decision to move out of the old one.

The cancellation is a further blow to relations between the allies. More than a year into his presidency, Trump has yet to visit London, with many Britons vowing to protest against a man they see as crude, volatile and opposed to their values on a range of issues.

“(The) reason I canceled my trip to London is that I am not a big fan of the Obama Administration having sold perhaps the best located and finest embassy in London for ‘peanuts,’ only to build a new one in an off location for 1.2 billion dollars,” Trump said in a tweet late on Thursday. bit.ly/2D48GB2

“Bad deal. Wanted me to cut ribbon-NO!” Trump said.

The decision to acquire a new London embassy site on the south bank of the Thames was announced in 2008 under George W. Bush along with the plans to put the old Grosvenor Square site in upscale Mayfair up for sale.

A pillar of Britain’s foreign policy since World War Two, the so-called “special relationship” with Washington has taken on added importance as Britain prepares to leave the European Union in 2019 and seeks new major trade deals.

Prime Minister Theresa May was the first foreign leader to visit Trump after his inauguration in January last year, and they were filmed emerging from the White House holding hands. She later said Trump took her hand in a gentlemanly gesture as they walked down a ramp.

But British officials have been dismayed by some of Trump’s pronouncements, particularly a proposed ban on Muslims entering the United States and most recently when Trump rebuked May on Twitter after she criticized him for retweeting British far-right anti-Islam videos.

During May’s U.S. trip a year ago, she extended an invitation to Trump to make a formal state visit – which includes pomp, pageantry and a banquet with Queen Elizabeth.

May’s spokesman told reporters Trump was welcome in London and that the invitation to visit had been accepted, although no date agreed. He said the opening of the embassy was a matter for the U.S. government.

“The U.S. is one of our oldest and most valued allies and our strong and deep partnership will endure,” the spokesman said.

“HE‘S GOT THE MESSAGE”

FILE PHOTO: The new United States embassy building is seen during a press preview near the River Thames in London, Britain December 13, 2017. REUTERS/Stefan Rousseau/Pool/File Photo

Many British politicians have voiced their opposition to Trump being granted a state visit, and say the invite should be recalled.

“Many Londoners have made it clear that Donald Trump is not welcome here while he is pursuing such a divisive agenda,” London Mayor Sadiq Khan, who has often exchanged barbs with Trump on social media, tweeted.

“It seems he’s finally got the message.”

British Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson said opponents such as Khan were putting the relationship with the United States, the biggest investor in Britain, at risk.

“We will not allow US-UK relations to be endangered by some puffed-up, pompous popinjay in City Hall,” Johnson tweeted.

The American flag was this month removed from Grosvenor Square where the U.S. embassy has been based since 1938 with the area known as “Little America” during World War Two, when the square also housed the military headquarters of General Dwight D. Eisenhower.

In Oct. 2008, the embassy was put up for sale and, the following year, sold to Gulf investor Qatari Diar. The purchase price was not disclosed. In 2009, it was given “listed” status which limits changes that can be made to the building’s exterior because of its historical significance.

Woody Johnson, Trump’s appointed U.S. ambassador to Britain, told reporters last month that moving to the new site at Nine Elms reflected “the global outlook of the U.S. going forward in the 21st century: rather looking out, than looking in”.

“This isn’t just a new office, though, it signifies a new era of friendship between out two countries. President Trump wants us to work more closely than ever with the UK,” said Johnson, adding he hoped the president would attend the opening ceremony.

There had long been security concerns about the Grosvenor Square site, dating back to the late 1990s after attacks on U.S. embassies in Africa.

Some local residents had opposed measures that they felt would detract from one of London’s plushest neighborhoods while others feared not enough was being done to ensure they would not be caught up in any attack.

The new embassy is a veritable fortress set back at least 100 feet (30 meters) from surrounding buildings – mostly newly-erected high-rise residential blocks – and incorporating living quarters for U.S. Marines permanently stationed inside.

The $1 billion construction was funded by the sale of other properties in London.

Additional reporting by David Milliken, Alisitair Smout and Kanishka Singh; Writing by Michael Holden; Editing by Robin Pomeroy

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