#gosh i love these banners damn it

[rusmii]

Ok so before I forget what i dreamed about PLEASE IM BEGGING U RESPOND PLEASE PLEASE AND IF U DON'T DO REQUEST PLEASE DO IT WHEN U OPEN REQUEST PLEASE SO I WILL ASK DIFFERENT CREATORS THIS BUT DIFFERENT ANIME OR GAME MALE CHARACTER SO.....

Female reader pls so

Yn is gf whit bsd men i want reaction of them when u set up a camera start recording and put her head between the legs and it goes like this:

'''Hello girls lets do a unboxin video "" and she starts uk unzipping undressing.....

What will they do will the men allow her to do it does one of them do reverse card and just does yn unboxin or dies he let her please i need Rat man AKA fyodor dazai and chuuya u can add other mennu want please IM BEGGING U I NEED ONE U PROBABLY KNOW WHAT DAZAI WILL DO WHAT HIS REACTION WILL BE OR WHATEVER CHARACTER U ADD U CAN MAKE PT2 OR PT3 PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS BAD ITS MY 3 LANGUAGE AND AHEM) HARD SMUT AND ""gives him or her a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

❝ HEY GIRLS! LET’S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! ❞ — brat taming edition

( ⟡ ). fyodor, dazai, chuuya x FEM!bodied reader (afab / fem. names)

( 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⟡ ). your boyfriend has had such a stressful week this month! with him ignoring your usual antics for attention—you stir the pot looking for ideas to get his attention back on you. what kind of stupid shit did you pull off this time to make him so mad, he has to fuck the brat outta you? wc;;; 2,560

( cws ⟡ ). just know this is hardcore brat taming erm… NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD, POSSIBLE OOC. no protection, riding/cowgirl, meanie fyodor, DOM!fyodor, long dick fyo, mentions of brat everywhere, poorly used russian translator, begging and pleading, P->I, pet names/nicknames, DOM!dazai, cunni/fem oral. , fingering, g-spot hitting yum, implied safe wording in dazais part, dirty talk, punishments, desk sex in both dazai and chuuyas part, bending over, DOM!chuuya, fucking u doggy, ass slapping, mean name calling (lovingly), rough fucking, kinda public sex, the thrill of getting caught, chuuya is a yap while having sex, he becomes a whiny bitch as he cums. ALL DIVIDERS/BANNERS MADE BY ME!!!!!

( ans ⟡). OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS 💀 let's ignore the fact that dazais part is shit and that I forgot about the cameras after fyos pt... anyways hi love! I don't take reqs but I rlly liked this idea so I took it as a suggestion <3 dw abt ur english I understood it !!

if u liked this imma need to know why

#( FYODOR🪽. ) wc; 934

he sighs, ivan had been nagging him all week, the already stressful month not helping with his situation. because of this, fyodor has had less time to give you any sort of attention, only merely passing a small greeting when you two meet each other in bed after the days are over. it isn’t until today, did you have enough of his busy schedule; and ivan’s touchy hands feeling your man up. body kneeling in between his legs, you look up with your dashing eyes—words being uttered with such disgrace and impurity as he suppresses a big sigh. “hey girls! let’s do an unboxing video today!~” unzipping his fly slowly, your eyes never leave his; camera settled in the corner recording everything. including what he was about to do to his brat.

“lyubov',” fyodor lifts your chin with his fingers, angling it so that your little camera stunt was capturing your expression. he gives you a shallow thrust, dick hitting so deep, it almost kisses your cervix. “it’s rude to ignore your audience. why don’t i cut you some slack, hm?” he suggests, switching your positions. turning your head away from the camera, it was clear as day that you wanted to turn it off to hump his dick freely, but you knew damn well your boyfriend wasn’t as nice as he made himself out to be.

he taps your thigh, “ride me dorogoy.” like a chain of commands, you move your hips, pussy sliding his dick in and out without much effort. “fyo..~” you moan, sweat rolling down your head as his cock bullies it’s way deeper inside. “no, brats don’t get to talk. brats need to earn the approval of their master.”— fyodor talks, as if he were your owner. after hearing that you needed to earn your privilege back, you embarked on your journey to make this one hundred percent harder for him. “no,” you stop moving, resting your body on top of his lap.

knowing your play, fyodor doesn’t take your disobedience lightly. “[name], my dear. pleasure me or don’t get off at all.” he warns. it was your last warning before fyodor grabbed his book from the nightstand and left you to rot on his dick until you got the memo. panic slowly starts to settle in once you realize the weight of the situation. you’ve been longing for his attention for so long and you got it! but at what cost? fyodor clicks his tongue, giving you a minute left to decide your next choice.

you bite your lip, hips moving slowly against him as he sighs and grabs his book anyways. “wait! i’m - i’m riding you!” you try to smack the book away, a sharp glare and a thrust knocking you back into place. “hn~ fyodor! why are you reading?!” you slam down onto his dick, skin being smacked and mushed together by sweat was echoed through the bedroom. ignoring your pleas and begging, fyodor simply flips to the next page, fully aware of the tears threatening to glass your eyes up if he didn’t start praising you like his good girl in the next few minutes.

your hands rest on his stomach, pushing your body up every time you fall back down in hopes of getting his attention back on you. “hah..~ fyo~ please-please pay attention to me..” you whine, clenching your walls. that seemed to get a reaction out of him, breath pausing just for a second before he recomposes himself and shakily turns to the next page. “fyo-dor!~” — “sorry, i couldn’t hear you over your blabbering.” he shuts the book, placing it aside. “what did my brat beg of me?” your pace sped up, hips and legs trembling from your approaching orgasm that was just on the horizon.

you were so close, but it wasn’t enough. you needed him to fill and fuck every spot in your pussy—and you were getting more desperate by the second. “well? i’m not asking for much, parshivets.” he leans forward, elbows propped up to support himself better. “what did you say in your previous sentence?” he sets his hands on your waist. tears has already welled up in your eyes—his cock nudging against your g-spot. “go on, tell me.” his face was near yours, eyes staring at yours while he captured your lips into a kiss.

his hips snapped up, angling it so that he was able to hit your spot head on with each passing thrust. “ghnn!!~” you squeal into the kiss, stomach tying into knots as your arms fall limp. “say it,” he moves down to your neck, biting down near the crook of it. “ah! hmm~ i - please pay attention to me!” you gave in when he starts speeding up his thrusts. “ ‘m to me! pay attention t’mee!!~” body giving out, you threw your head back as drool spread down your lips. “ ‘m sorry! pay attention to me!~ pay attention - ghhoo!!!”

“ah~ such lewd sounds coming from you,” fyodor groans, the grip of his hands tightening a bit as he feels his balls starting to empty itself. “fuck -!” he cursed, pretty unexpectedly, “take it all lyubov'!” he moans—dick so deep you could feel his load seeping into your womb bit by bit. all it took was one final thrust to send you into oblivion, eyes rolling back it turns white, your throat dry from all the gasping you emitted.

he sighs, feeling his stress starting to alleviate itself post-orgasm. “[name]? maybe you were right. maybe i do like this little bratty side of you—maybe i should start ignoring you more often, maybe-“ — “fyodor, no.”

#( DAZAI🪽. ) wc; 729

dazai slams the stack of papers onto his desk, the mental pressure of everything getting too overwhelming for him. this month has been pretty stressful, with this week’s case biting him in the ass. dazai swore that he would ditch work to leave it all to atsushi and kunikida, but unfortunately he was caught sneaking out the back by the latter. his punishment was to finish up everyone’s end of the month report and he was stuck in the office during late nights. you, being a clerk but also his girlfriend, decided that enough was enough, and that you needed his attention back on you—all huffy and displeased when he swats your hands away from his body. opting to go the difficult route, you push yourself under the desks and in between his legs, dazai’s wide eyes not expecting what you were about to say next. “hey girls!~ let’s do an unboxing videooo!!” you smirk, sliding the zip down to reveal his hardening cock inside his boxers.

your back slammed onto his desk, all papers and stationary thrown off in a hurry. you wince, the wood hitting you hard. “aw! had i known that my sweet little brat was in such a desperate headspace, i would’ve folded much sooner~” he sang, voice not matching the mischief in his smile. by now, his face was near your crotch—skirt hiked up as he pressed his fingers on the band of your underwear. “hey [name]’s friends! let’s do an unboxing video, hm?~” he chirps, dragging the piece of cloth down one leg, showing your vulva in full display. “look, girls! my girl is so wet!” he flicks your clit, not minding your flinch one bit.

“say… [name]?” dazai inquires, lips only inches away from your folds. his tongue drags across your pussy—from bottom to top. “mhmn~ what?” you huff out in pleasure, frustration agitating your sex from the lack of stimulation. “mm, nothing. just needed to make sure you were still with me,” he jokes, getting himself comfortable on his knees and securing your legs into his arms. “mmm’kay! gonna start, you better not move an inch or else.” after giving you his final warning and conditions, dazai starts going to town on your pussy. he starts by giving your clit tiny kisses before he sticks his tongue inside your folds.

arching your back, you let a moan ripple out, “fuck! samu!~” bunching his hair into your fists, dazai groans—tongue dipping inside your cunt. rotating between your clit and pussy, dazai doesn’t spare a single second on air, not caring about his dwindling oxygen levels. breathing can wait, his main goal was to get you to cum as fast as he can—attempting to set a new record for you both. “osamu! i- hold on~” you catch onto his little game, trying to pry his face off your crotch. intertwining his hands with yours, dazai traps it in his.

“no, my love..” he sighs, “you’ve already been too much of an attention whore earlier today. we don’t need more of your attitude right now.” dazai, now a little annoyed by your lack of compliance, decides that instead of edging, he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for his mercy. “lovely dear,” he starts. you feel the gears shift in your head as you realize your mistake; moving. “i’ve let you off the hook once, but i see.. you’re still repeating old habits.” slapping your pussy, you yelp, not expecting the force of the slap to be so harsh. “ow! what the fuck osamu?!-” 

“nu-uh,” he cuts you off, his fingers replacing the empty loss inside your cunt. “ah!- osamu..!~” you completely change up your tune. the soft twisting of his fingers gets your brain muddled within seconds, a slight force pressing itself around your g-spot. “let's switch up our usual punishments for tonight.” he suggests, thumb rubbing your clit gently. dazai curls his fingers, making sure to angle it in a way that has you drooling. “we're going to stay in the office for overtime, and you'll cum on my tongue until sunrise.”

with his conditions set in stone, you knew you had fucked up by seeing his wicked smile. “you know what to say if you need me to stop.” in one swift motion, dazai is already lapping at your cunt with his hands pushing on your knees

#( CHUUYA🪽. ) wc; 897

chuuya didn't have time to entertain your little musings recently. it's not like he wanted to ignore you, trust him—he really didn't, but sometimes even time was out of his control and he was speeding against the clock to get this project done in time. having enough of him ignoring you, you stay beside him, chuuya thinking that you were just idly sitting next to him as a good support. but in truth, you already had a trick up your sleeve. sinking to the floor, you have your hands on his lap as you unzip his fly with an innocent expression on your face. “good evening girls! let's do an unboxing vid today!~” you giggle to yourself as chuuyas shocked expression morphs into that of irritation. getting up, he leaves you be—unfortunately for him, you had a plan b. slapping his ass hard, you give him a smooch before making a run for it down the hall, with your boyfriend loudly shouting at you to ‘get your ass back here’.

his hands knead the plush of your ass, his strong and veiny hands handling you roughly with some sort of care to it. “fucking bitch.” he mutters under his breath, bending you over his desk. “you didn't need to go the extra mile for my attention, but here you are,” chuuya unbuckles his belt. he pushes up your skirt, laughing in mockery when he sees the wet patch sticking on your underwear. “damn, couldn't wait huh? what? did you finger yourself before acting up?”

not waiting for an answer, he slaps your ass. the stinging pain making you bite your lip. “talkin’ to ya’, don't ignore me.” he pushes his boxers down to expose his rock-hard dick, tip leaking precum and all. he rubs his dick in the crack of your ass, asking if you could feel the effect you had on him. “yes - ah!- hu-hurry…” a shake breath left your lips as you feel the redhead align himself up with your hole. chuuya leans down, “y'know what to say, right sweets?” he whispers into your ear. nodding your head, you push your ass onto his crotch.

after receiving your consent, chuuyas hips slammed into yours—a loud moan rippling out of you both. “fuuuck,” he groans. “ahnn!~ haa..” trembling a bit, your hands latched to the edge of his desk. without wasting a single second to spare, chuuya starts humping you like a bitch in heat. pretty ironic considering his previous name calling from earlier. “hgn! chu - ah!~ chuchu!” you moan his name without shame. chuuya grunts, shoving your head into his desk. “dammit - fuck. shut up!” he shouts just barely above a whisper.

“you want my men to hear how much of a slut you are?” he questions, thrusts speeding up with each word. you don't have any time to breathe by how chuuya us knocking the wind out of your lungs every second. “to hear all your moans - when they already saw you act like an absolute porno bitch.” he grabs ahold of your hair and bundles it up into his palm. pulling you up, chuuya forces you to look at the slightly cracked open door.

“see that?” his voice is hushed, a huge contrast to your bitten muffles. “they won't even need to walk in, all they need'a do is walk by.” chuuya slaps your ass, “to see how much of an absolute cock slut you are for me.” you squeal when chuuya hits that certain spot inside you, legs kicking the ground as you try to sustain what's little left of yourself before you went full-blown whore for him. “chu!~ ghnn!!gonna!!~ mm! I'm gonna-cumm!” 

chuuyas dick curves so perfectly inside you, the tip of his dick punching your g-spot and drags along it as he slides in and out of your cunt. “naaah, brats don't get to cum. hold it or don't cum at all.” he orders, hips not slowing down one bit despite his notion.  “c-cant!!” you try to explain to him, your orgasm reaching its limit. chuuya doesn't listen however, your mindless blabber can be saved for when you're actually fucked dumb.

“you can,” he supports himself using one arm while his free hand wraps itself under your stomach, feeling his dick bulge your stomach. “wait for me dolly, alright?” he groans, his own high building up as soon as you whine so beautifully underneath him. you shake your head, cunt starting to burst glitter everywhere. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m soorrry!! sorrryyy!!!~” he hears you squeal in anticipation, dick nestled onto your spot as he grinds into you. 

“aha~ shit pretty girl. yer’ still so fuck-ghn!- fuck, tight~” chuuyas breath is heavy, he sounds exhausted but you knew better than to believe that. he stamina was no joke and you could testify first hand to that. his hands grip your hips hard, thrusting so aggressively, you think he's going to drag the uterus out with him. “gunnacum-cumcum~ cumming - shit!~ [name]!!~” he moans your name rather loudly—hypocrite much. as he cums, chuuya bit your shoulder blade, hips stilling inside your pussy once white ropes shoot inside thick and creamy.

“fucking hell pretty - ‘m so sorry,” he whines into your shoulder, subtly rutting into you to ride out his high. “you're so pretty. my good girl, can't ever be mad at you.”—again, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior towards you.

@rusmii 2024 . do not do the basic copy right shit pls.

taglist;;; @luvan1 @bfdazai @asqmi @squigglewigglewoo @liviash @doonifox @ishqani @briars-castle @iheartpieck @ezelium @little-miss-chaoss @kurolumiis

#𝙇𝙐𝙑 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙄💕 #I LIKED FHE CONCEPT #i’m sorry i couldn’t execute it better 😭😭😭 #fyodor x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor smut #chuuya smut #dazai smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #...𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 <//3 #𝙇𝙐𝙑𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙎💌

[slutforthanatos]

18+ ONLY || MDNI divider by benkeibear || mdni banner by me!!

All I can think about today is sucking Victor's cock. So here's this for all my loves who also are orally fixated on their fave. tagging: @arlerts-angel cw: m!receiving oral, reader is engaged to character, large c*ck kink, swallowing, slight dacryphilia, reader is (in my mind) fem bodied.

You both had been together for years, so getting naked in front of each other was nothing new. You both had showered together, gotten dressed in the same room, and made love countless times, so it was pretty much second nature.

However, much like your fiancé, whenever your eyes gazed upon his naked body, you couldn't help but act like it was the first time you've ever seen it- every time.

So, today, your handsome partner emerged from the bathroom, a towel clad around his waist, his body sparkling with the rivulets of water that drip down his sculpted frame. He winks at you, before heading to the dresser to pick out a pair of clothes.

Your hormonal self (of course, this was your fertile week) eyed his figure. You couldn't help but look at his large shoulders, his perfect narrow waist, and then....

He drops the towel, truly showing off his birthday suit at once. You blink, and try to discreetly glance at him- without coming off too.. creepy.

This is your soon-to-be husband, Y/N. You say. It's okay to ogle him.

Your attempts to conceal your eyeing of his, well, extremely large dick, were obviously in vain (and vein, too, right?) when he straightens his posture, looking at you.

"I can see you looking, Y/N." He remarks. "Just tell me if you want to have sex. It's okay." He chuckles.

Gosh, you couldn't help it. He's a very magnificent example of a male figure and his giant cock just.. added to it.

"I mean, if you wanna...." You twiddle your thumbs. "I have a better idea." You grin, moving to the edge of the bed, where your lover stands.

You press a kiss to his navel, looking up at him. "Can I?" You ask, pretty sure that it's obvious. "I mean, if you wanna...." He laughs, mocking your earlier statement. You giggle in response, taking his thick cock in your hand.

You pump it a few times, feeling it get more and more harder in your hand. Precum starts to leak from the tip, and you gently kiss it. You feel every vein of his dick, every inch of the Beautifully Crafted Pretty-Boy-Cock™ before you take it into your mouth.

You moan at his taste, slightly salty, but still with a hint of fruity nonetheless. Thank god for his obsession with healthy eating. You continue to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth with your hand, which is a little less than half of his member. While you considered yourself to be pretty damn skilled at oral, of course that was in cases where the man's cock wasn't the size of the fucking Titanic.

However, your fiancé's cock was impressively large, and your poor little mouth couldn't fit any more of him without practically dislocating your jaw.

Your hands move down to his balls, squeezing them as you relish in the way his cock jerks in your mouth. He moans, his fingers grabbing your hair, moving your head to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Your eyes prick with tears at the feeling, but you'd rather be tearing up than gagging- so you continue to take him deeper until he's fucking your throat. He thrusts into your mouth, moaning your name.

"Fuuuuck," he moans. "Oh, shit. Fuck!" He says, before he spills his hot load into your mouth. The stripes of it coating your throat, your mouth, some of it even leaking out of your mouth, mixed with your saliva, as it drips down your chin.

He pulls out of your mouth, looking down at your pretty little face, and then your mouth, which is coated in his cum. He kisses your forehead, before pushing you down onto the bed. "Now it's time for me to do the same to you." He says.

Eren, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Gojo, Toji, Geto + Your Faves!!

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[elvisalltheway101]

we can make the morning; 70s elvis x gn!reader ‼️

Summary: reader feels off but has no idea why, Elvis tries all that he can to cheer her up.

author’s note: I’ve been feeling so off lately, and I’ve got no idea. So this is totally written based off of me. Gosh why isn’t he here to help me out???

•••••••••••

You have literally no idea why you’re feeling so damn down and low. And it’s taking a toll tonight, it was supposed to be fun and light-hearted once Elvis were to arrive, but he could see it right through you.

Throwing a coming home party in this state, was probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. As the confetti shoots into the air and family with friends all shout with joy in their voices and hearts, Elvis didn’t enjoy one bit. Only from the side glances and quiet responses he was receiving from you… but you couldn’t do or say anything. Because you didn’t know anything yourself.

When the party banner was tucked away, the guests left and you were tucked into the bed, it all still felt off. And neither of you liked it.

“Baby? Is there something I-I need to know about?” He whispers worriedly, cooing to you as he crawls into the bed, the fluffy blanket tossled. You shake your head and raise a brow, “I don’t know, why?” You’re surprised at how you snapped back. But at the same time you weren’t, of course you didn’t mean it but things bugged you a little more nowadays.

He furrows his eyes and whispers concerned into your shoulder, leaning in and taking you into his embrace. “Y-you just seem a little…off.” He replies and you frown. You huff and glance back at him, “that’s what I’ve been hearing this whole time. My aunt says Ive been acting off, your pops, and mine…I actually don’t know.” A pout comes across your soft facial expression and you sigh out heavily. “I really don’t know.” You say out, defeated.

He nods slowly, his sharp tan jaw and sideburns tickle against your shoulders, he knows this feeling too well. “C-can you tell me more hun?” He whispers soothingly to you again, handling you carefully as if you were fragile glass. You nod and shrug with a slump, “I-I’ve been restless, i find myself working a lot more now, enjoying the work…I-ive lost my appetite, I get easily irritated, I just… like I said, I dunno.” You whisper. So genuine and lost, in need for a sense of direction.

He pouts and nods slowly, dragging you into his chest and pressing warm kisses along your temple. “Oh you’ve got the blues alright…I’ve got ‘em a lot too.” He replies softly, those blue knowing eyes glance to yours. “But why haven’t you told me or anyone else?” He raises a brow and quips. You only shrug, unknowing of that too. “Well becuase I feel that it’ll be over if I keep on pretending. I don’t know Elvis.” You sigh out heavily and it’s really hurting to see you this way.

“I have no idea why I’m acting like this…do you?” You ask with a hopeful tone. He only shakes his head and tuts, smiling gently and laughing softly into your ears, “how tha hell am I ‘posed to know? I only got here a while ago.”

You nod accordingly and hum into his neck, “yeah.” And your words linger into a silence that comforts you. He cups your cheeks and hums gently, his thumb dragging along your smooth cheek, and his long fingers into your hair.

“S’okay baby. We can make the morning, like we always do.”

We can the morning.

••••••••••

a/n this was probably the fastest I’ve ever wrote something 😵‍💫 but oh my gosh really, how do we cure a feeling one can dwell in?

tag list: @jhoneybees & @your-nanas-love

#Spotify #elvis and me #70s elvis #big daddy elvis #elvis #elvis aaron presley #elvis angst #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #elvis imagine #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader angst #Elvis angst

[lilywily143]

LIVE BLOG EPISODE 7

I'm was on discord for the hype but I had to leave for this!!!

Also just... anxiety is getting to me... heh... my stomach hurts... heh

The people on discord btw are having fun with screenshot editing

HEHEHEH 2 minutes!!

GAH NEW INTRO?!

The audio... isn't here...; oh no my headhones; there we go

also castel church!

chained sentinals?!

that looks like a president banner??

people... HAHAHHAHA WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THE HATS ON THE HUMASN?!

NORI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHES GONNA COME!!!

Chambers got the wrong suit heheh

OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THE SHADOWSA??A??A?A

NORI NORI NORI IS PRETTY

oooooooooooooo

Nori no come back

YEVA!!!

woah a USB criest!

so that's the teaser thing...?

NORI STOP BEING CREEPY

LET ME SEE MY BOI N please...

woah its just cool

LOVKERS YEVA IS PLAYING A GAME

YEVA SPEAK PLEASE

SHe looks tired...

woah shes pretty looking

oh nori....

yeva why can't she go in?

my heart hurts... why why

oh blood stuff

oh lord

THIS IS SO FREAKY

GAH the teaser skelyton

OOOOOOO!!!!!

.....solver voice....

WOAH WHAH WHAT THE SOLVER CORE?!?!? with... kitty headphones.. Uzi?

or Yeva.....? wait doll???

what is this... core.. its pretty pink?

THE ELEVATER YES YES WE ARE BACK

n.......

N my no wants V back... he's so mad.....

uzi no she's scared.....

shut up Tessa......

n no

.....n please let her come....

N NO DONT FIGHT

no no no no no

NULL

NO PLEASE

uzi...>!!!!

GOD DAMN IT WHYYYY

LIZZY!!!! THAD!!!!! NEW VOICE ACTERS?!?!?!??! OOOOOOOOO!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

Thad you got awesome

V?!?!

WAIT J?!?!?!??!?!?!? i paused, it's J

oh N.....

no his arm......

ouch no YOU DONT DESERVE TO CUT YOUR ARM

V NO NO NOT THIS SOLVER

THE CUT OFF SCREAM HE HAD TO A FUCKING MEME?!?!?!?

uzi......

more nori...

my chest hurtsss.gore gore gore gore gore oger

tail buddy!

oof N that's a lot of oil

......huh?! personaliy

CYN NO PLEASE

WAIT DID N HEL..... H MY GOD.....

this is... scary.....

the death of earth.......

N no.. UZI ADMIN

GAHHHHH NO PLEASE N!!!!

necklace....

wing time for uzi

my chest is gonna murder me....

she's cute..

gah the flesh hole with bones

THE computer the solver core was at!

uzi is gonna see the thing.....

these whisper sounds....

uzi Uzi.....

N NO

OH FUCK N PLEASE

the solver core

are you stupid or something?" Oh yeah" N pleaseee

also I fucking love the voice for this solver core, they are reminding me of the J core I made for one of my au's

this animated well

Uzi's dad?! WAIT THE CORE CALLED KHAN A CUNT?!?!? what did I mishear

oh that clover is freaky

LHBSDIJK:NLJ :NSLDABVSJKNO NONONONONONN THE SOLVER CORE IS NORI!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS EEEEEEEEEE

lizzy and Thad! they sounds like dorks ehheheh

J!!! she's gone....

lizzy and Thad do something cool

KHAN!!!!!!!!

HE IS USING HER RAIL GUN MY HEART YES YES YESSSSS

nightcore... heh

khan no don't kill the murder drones....... please

woah the lockers TESSA

well she has... a human arm at least. she could still fake it

what did- oh got explosion

she alsom't looked away from it fully like a cool gal

DOLL!!!

doll be okay

OH GOSH SOLVER EYE DOLL THATS GROSS DOLL DON'T DIE.....

woah

doll pleaseeeeee

tessa gone...

whats gonna.... footsteps! SOVER

SOLVER NOOO

huh?!

YEVA!!! back to flashbacks!!

nori are you okay now

bye chambers

nori? are you okay

aww they....

and there goes earth

N...

his little claps

oh no UZI UZI PLEASE SHE WAS NO NO

doll.....????

thats so much oil......

Doll please....oh god

'fight back'

TESSA!?!

nori and n interacting is nice

N I love you

UZI GOT IT FROM NORI THE BITE ME

YES YES TESSA WAS SOLVER

STOP HURTING USI TESSA PLEASE!!!!

tessa was solver.........

MY GOD!!!

N you did amazing

N you're X eye...

Uzi... oh no....

blush blush!

uzi NO SHE BROKE IT

SOLVER NO DON'T CALL HIM BROTHER

NORI CORE?! YESSSSSS

YES YES YES

HEHEHEHHEHEHEH Grounded.... solver...

n...... no

@the-maria-afton YOU LIAR THIS N AND UZI FIGHT IS HURTING ME MORE THAN THE BROKEN HAND /lh

N oh no...... don;t chop her

UZI REGENERATED

again, I love this nori and N interaction

Uzi please be okay...

NNNNNN!!!!!! NOOOO

UZI SHE

this lack of any noise......

N I SWEAR

OH MY LORD WHAT WAS MY LAUGH?!?!!??! I SOUNDED LIKE I DIED FROM LACK OF OVYGEN I WAS JUST "haaaaaaaaa'

N painted love hearts and a goofy message in oild

oooo okay I'm gonna stay paused for a second to breathe that joke more than anything need me to take a breather, what the hell....

uzi!!!

uzi they are screaming HAHHAHAHAH

i loved that

oh God the Tessa helmet....

what.... oh shit.....

that was gross TESSA

SOLVER TRUE FORM!?!??! PLEAASEEE>!>!>

oh God wait it took Doll's body...

OH GOSH WHOAH

S?@?!??!?!

oooooo!!

what the voicses

A HUMAN DESIGN!!!!

I LOVE THIS DESIGN!!!

WOAHHHHHHH THE LIGHTSS

Cabin fever....

woah my god

J IS HERE almost

she's pretty.... SCHOOL BUS AHAHHAHA

there go the keys, she mad

THAD KHAN LIZZY!!! DON'T KILL J!!!!

oh no....

N UZI!!!!

she stabbed herself for him.....

the keys heh

UZI NO!!!!!!!

Die mad DON'T SAY THAT UZI

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WE DID NOT FUCKING END TO ANOTHER FALL

Uzi Uzi please where are yuo

WHAT THE FRICK?!?!?!??!?!??!?!

THAT LOOKS PRETTY

#lilywily post #murder drones #MD ep 7 #live blog #murder drones episode 7 #MD spoilers

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S3Ep4. Aka WOAH THAT'S A LOT OF TRAUMA FOR MY POOR GABRIELLE Part 1 😭

Ffs why is Ares here AGAIN

OH who is THIS

Discord?? She kinda 👀 (gosh her outfit)

Ares you are so mfing UGLY I hate your stupid beard

Call him out, Discord 😍

GABRIELLEEEE

Hehe she's doing philosophy

Gosh Xena is silly silly

HER SLAPPING GABRIELLE TO STOP HER

BRITANNIA

CAESAR. FUCK.

Oh that did something to her. Poked that trauma, hu

Damn her listing stuff

"You know her?"

Why is there a dude with only one god again

"And to destroy Caesar" EPIC MUSIC. OHOHOHHH. She's gonna go REVENGE

"Xena doesn't hate Romans. Just Caesar."

Damn, Xena actually telling Gabrielle stuff? 😂

"The gods I know are trouble enough"

Sdbfhhdhdd HE MATERIALISED AROUND THE SWORD

Jesus Ares, fuck YOOOUUU

oh I hate this Ares whispering in her ear. I'd genuinely rather have Joxer here compared to Ares... Like if I had to choose. Preferably I want neither.

Is this Gabrielle's boyfriend of the week 😑

GABRIELLE BELIEVES IN LOVE TO XENA THO

I love Gabrielle teaching sb what Xena taught her

GABRIELLE GENTLY ASKING WHAT'S UP ❤️

I love them talking 😊

They really said Damn we got a ship now, let's put like four episodes on a boat!

How's the view from up there

Ohhh, is she sending morse code

"Yes, sir. They're headed north" ehdhdhd

A chariot again. Damn makes me nostalgic for Callisto

OH A HOT WOMAN

Damn Xena and that woman definitely fucked in the past. They have divorced sapphics energy

I dearly love that you actually see something in these night scenes. As opposed to new shows

GABRIELLE NOOOOOOO!!!!

I love women btw.

"Because your hatred for him won't allow you to be elsewhere" Oh she read her like a scroll of parchment

AHHHHH XENA LIKE "No that's impossible"

Oh shit she's about to murder someone bc her gf isn't here (*cough* Xena and Vastra are so alike-)

oh fuck yea...

And her ex kneeew

"Nooo." ough

Stop manhandling Gabrielle my babygirl

Pls she's so FEISTY😍😊

YUCK. CAESAR

Hi Karlchen.

OH. GABRIELLE IS TRYING TO SELL HERSELF SHORT SO SHE CAN'T BE USED TO BLACKMAIL XENA

Shit r they gonna threaten to crucify Gabrielle

Ohhh, is Xena gonna infiltrate

EW. STRAIGHT AGENDA (I knooow it's just a cover but still)

Eepy Gabrielle

Uh oh. I hate how smart Caesar is...

NOOOOOOOOO THEY PUT GABRIELLE UP

NO. NOPEEEE NOT THE BROKEN LEGS That's so fucked up

Xena's gonna save her

HA. She knew they were gonna bring them there.

Haha, Caesar's dumbstruck face

GABRIELLE CAN YOU MAKE BIGGER HEART EYES AT XENA

"Timing. We've got to work on timing."

HER CATCHING GABRIELLE 😍

She split his spear!!!

AHAHA FUCKING LOSER GOT HURT.

Rip his banner!!!

Oh, now his massive ego is scratched

NOT GABRIELLE APOLOGISING FOR BEING CAPTURED 😭😭😭

Awww, poor thems

Oh fuck they're taking the temple

Their shield formation and Xena just jumps them... 😂

Mmmmm... Not sure I like that. I'm calling the temple is a trap honestly... This went too smoothly

Oh Xena is enjoying this TOO much

And of course Ares is back.......

Ares stop shouting.

"Trust me, Xena!" "Based on what?" YES

Uhhhh why does this have the vibe of sacrificial virgin.....

Is their one god Chaos

Innocent blood? OH FUCK Gabrielle's blood innocence isn't it

NOOOOO, GABRIELLE

Mmmmmmh...

O_O GABRIELLE STABBED HER. SHE JUST KILLED FOR THE FIRST TIME

This is gonna let the god come out

WTFFFFFFF

I hate this guy

GABRIELLE MY POOR GIRL 😭😭😭

SHE'S SCREAMING, SOMEONE GO HUG HER. XENA!!!! YOUR GF IS IN DANGER

Oh she is enjoying that revenge on Xena bit too much

"That's where Gabrielle is" HUAGGHH

SHE HUGS HER. SHE HOLDS HER AWWWW

"No, Gabrielle, you couldn't"

"Accidentally!!!" "No, I stabbed her"

POOR GABRIELLE!!! SHE'S HIDING BEHIND XENA. PROTECTIVE XENA.

"What have you done to her, you BASTARD!?" She's big mad

Oh fuck. They wanna welcome that god and there's a battle about to begin outside

GABRIELLE!!!! FIRE. MY POOR BABY

Xena is so frightened for her gf

She's hovering over flames

Damn what a thin stone wall

HOLD ON GABRIELLE

Xena was scratched :(

BOOB KNIFE!!!

Xena is so sexy honestly

"Great at WHAT?" OH SHE'S THROWING HIM IN AND SAVING HER WIFEY

"I got you, I got you" Aaaaaaah

THEY'RE SO CLOSE. XENA IS SO PROTECTIVE OF HER

Kaboom

OUGH THEY'RE SO

"It hurts inside" OUGH sobbing. Gabrielle got me sobbing

Damn those are some CGI'd ruins

Also they really just abandoned the supposed A plot of the battle. That was SO smart tho. Like, from a story perspective. It was brilliantly executed.

#v watches xena #xwp #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

[mrworldwideshoulders]

where love finds us || reader x knj

Pairing: reader x KNJ Word count: 5.4k Rating: PG-13+ Genre: established relationship au, fluff (like a lot), (light) angst, the teensiest implied smut for good measure Summary: An evening with your fiancé's parents to celebrate their anniversary has the two of you reflecting on how lucky you both are to be in each other’s life – even if it took a long time for you to get there. Inspired by If I Knew by Bruno Mars. Warnings: discussion of ~feelings~, discussion of pregnancy, cute romantic moments, joon keeps trying to touch reader’s butt (hehe), tongue kissing (bleurgh), reader is a child of divorce and has ~trauma~ A/N: hi! this fic is a giant sticky sweet glob of sap. please forgive me (or don’t) and be sure to check your blood sugar at the end to make sure you haven’t gone into diabetic shock. i know it’s out of order but this is the same couple as the one from the way you look tonight (shameless plug) though both can be read as standalone oneshots if ya want. i freakin love this fic so i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing. beta’d and bannered as always by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable​)! thx! ly - robyn T/N: eomeonim = used when speaking to one’s mother-in-law, specifically on the husband’s side; abeonim = the same thing but for father-in-law. PS. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers lately (eeeeee) – thanks for joining me! if you’d like to be added to any taglists, just ask in the notes or in my dms or the ask me a question thingy :) PPS. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

part of the unorthodox jukebox collection (masterlist)

You check your reflection and fidget nervously while you're waiting for your fiancé to get out of the car, making sure the skirt of your dress is laying the way it's supposed to, that the clasp of your necklace hasn't shifted around to be in the front instead of the back the way necklaces do sometimes, checking in the mirrors to make sure your lipstick hasn't smudged. You were supposed to be here earlier – much earlier – but the festivities are already in full swing, due to the unexpected obstacle of trying (and failing) to drag Namjoon out of the house in a timely manner. His parents' anniversary party has been on the books for weeks. He knows that. It's like everything goes in one ear and out the other these days, no matter how often you swear you've reminded him. It's frustrating, really. Namjoon is practically a genius. He can remember the most obscure bits of trivia to insert randomly into casual conversation and quote long passages of literature verbatim – yet he can never seem to remember where he's supposed to be or when he's supposed to be there. His best friend Jin keeps making cracks about how he’ll probably be so immersed in whatever it is he’s doing beforehand that he’ll end up being late to his own wedding – which would be funny if it weren’t one of your exact fears. Deep breaths, y/n. Deep breaths, you tell yourself, exhaling, envisioning all of your irritation drifting away like dandelion fluff. 

"You almost forgot this." Namjoon hands you a carefully wrapped box as he gets out of the car. He looks you up and down and smiles. Damn that smile. It's almost enough to erase all of the morning's frustrations. "Gosh, you're beautiful. Have I ever told you that?"

"You may have mentioned it a time or two," you say, tilting your head with a sly smile. "You're not so bad yourself." You reach up to straighten his collar. "That’s a nice suit. Dressing to impress?" Your fiancé always looks ten times better in a blazer, as opposed to his more relaxed everyday style, despite him always complaining of being too hot in suits.

He glances down sheepishly. "Ah, you know. Just threw on the first thing in my closet."

"I like it. Did your girlfriend buy it for you?" 

"My fiancée picked it out, actually. Her taste is very discerning.” Namjoon chuckles, giving you a quick flash of that adorable dimple in his left cheek. "She chose me out of all people when she’s so amazing she could have had anyone.” He leans in and drops a kiss on your forehead. "Kind. Intelligent. Great kisser. Too wonderful for words. I can't even hold a candle to her."

“Sappy.” You give his lapel a tug. “Come on. We’re already late.” 

“Hey, it doesn’t matter when you come, you’re never late for a party.” 

“Says the man who’s late to every party.”

The atmosphere inside is lively, filled with party chatter and the sound of music playing from somewhere. “Ah, y/n, Joonie, you’re here!” exclaims Namjoon’s mother, pushing her way through the crowd to wrap you tightly in a hug. “Welcome! It’s about time.”

“We were beginning to wonder,” adds Mr. Kim, “but then we remembered who you were dealing with here.” He pats Namjoon on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Be careful, son, or y/n might decide she’s tired of putting up with you before you’re even married.” 

“I’m…working on it,” mutters Namjoon, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Looking for a way to change the subject, you remember the box you’re holding. “Abeonim, eomeonim, this is for you.” You hold it out to them. “Happy anniversary.” 

Your mother-in-law takes it from you and pulls you into another hug. “Oh, y/n, thank you! How lovely! You shouldn’t have.” She cuts a knowing glance at Namjoon. “Joonie, why did it take you so long to ask this one to marry you? I thought you were supposed to be smart.” 

“I have no idea,” sighs Namjoon. 

“Anyhow, you two enjoy the party,” she continues. “There’ll be toasts later, so stick around.” Your mother-in-law winks and disappears with her husband. 

You peer around at your fiancé's face. He looks a touch dazed. “You okay?”

“Oh…yeah,” he says. “I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting all that as soon as we walked in. Well…shall we?” Namjoon motions in the general direction of the party.

“Absolutely.” You loop your arm through your fiancé's and look up at him, as the pair of you weave through the mass of party guests. "Do you think they'll like it?”

“Hm?” says Namjoon absently. “Like what?” 

“The present, Joon. The one you handed me not ten minutes ago?”

Realization appears on his face. “Oh, sure. Definitely.”

You poke him in the arm. “You don't even remember what we got them, do you?”

“Of course I do. We got them, that, uh, thing. For the kitchen. It’s a kitchen thing. Right?”

“No.” You sigh. “It’s a vase. For decoration. Namjoon, you were sitting right next to me when I ordered it. And you helped me pick it out. How could you have already forgotten what it was?”

“Because that was like a month ago, and you know I can’t remember anything unless I’m reminded about it a million times? And if it’s remotely breakable, like I know most vases are, you wouldn’t let me anywhere near it anyway.” He leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek, before you can open your mouth to chide him. “They’ll love it, y/n. I know they will. My parents adore you. You could gift-wrap a rock and they’d love it because it’s from you. Me, on the other hand…" Namjoon makes a tsking noise with his tongue. “It'd just be a rock in a poorly-wrapped box if it came from me. You know, I’m getting the feeling they might like their future daughter-in-law better than their own son.” 

“Of course they like you.” You reach up, patting him on the chest. “I mean, how could they not? You’re their pride and joy, Doctor Kim.”

“It’s still just Professor Kim for now,” he corrects you gently, though he looks amused. “I won’t be finished with my dissertation for another year, and I still have to defend it before anyone can call me Doctor.” 

"Even so. You're already Dr. Kim in my eyes." 

He smiles and opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but gets interrupted by another party guest approaching. The interloper is one of Namjoon’s aunts, who can’t stop gushing over the two of you. “You make such an adorable couple, it would have been such a shame if one of you couldn’t make it,” she exclaims warmly, beaming from ear to ear. “When’s the big day again?” 

“Second week of May,” you answer, glancing bashfully at Namjoon, who squeezes your hand and smiles. 

“Oh, not long now! It’ll be here before you know it.” She pats Namjoon’s arm with a knowing smile. “You’d better behave yourself until then, Joonie.” 

The faintest hint of a blush finds its way onto his cheeks. “I always do, Auntie.” 

“Tch! I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Namjoon sighs as she disappears back into the crowd. “What a piece of work.” 

“She’s just happy for us.” 

“I know. Everyone is. Of course I am too. But I haven’t heard the end of it from any of them since they met you. It’s all, ‘don’t let this one get away,’ and ‘behave yourself, Joonie.’ As if they think I’m going to scare you away months before I finally get to marry you.” He leans over, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “If they only knew what we get up to when no one else is around. I wonder if they'd still be telling me to behave myself.”

“We’re in public,” you whisper back, cheeks burning. “Maybe you should listen to them.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” His hand drifts to rest on your ass, giving it a small pinch. “You know I can’t help myself around you. And everyone knows you drive me crazy.” 

Now your ears are burning too. “Well, try.” You gently move his hand and give him a pointed look. “Please? Your parents are right there.” You look pointedly in the direction you last saw them.

“Y/n, they’re not even looking at us. Nobody is. And you can’t seriously think everyone expects us not to touch each other just because—” Namjoon starts, but stops at your slight frown. “All right, fine. I will attempt to contain myself if it bothers you that much.” If you’re not mistaken you’d say he almost looks wounded. “You do realize we will have to kiss each other at the wedding, right? In front of people? We could do a lot worse than a few public displays here and there.”

“Yeah, well, let’s test that theory another time.” Your voice comes out harder than you mean for it to. 

“Okay. Duly noted.” His tone is clipped. “Am I allowed to hold your hand, at least? Or is that off-limits too?”

“If that’s the way you feel about it, then maybe you just shouldn’t hold it at all.” You pull it away, letting out a frustrated huff. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I’m just nervous, that’s all. You know I get uncomfortable around lots of people. Even if they are lots of people who know and love you, because they’re people I haven’t met yet.”

“Yes. I get that.” Namjoon sighs. “But you got so touchy all of a sudden, and when have we ever been shy about that kind of thing?”

“Never,” you murmur. 

“Exactly. I just have to wonder if everything’s okay, that’s all.” He takes both of your hands, his large ones nearly covering yours. “Everything is okay, right? I know I’ve been busy lately. We both have. That’s no excuse, but—” 

“No, everything’s fine.” You shake your head, despite feeling like it’s the opposite. “Forgive me. I don’t know what my problem is today.”

“It’s okay. I worry about you, that’s all.” Namjoon smiles, but it seems a touch forced. “We should make the rounds, yeah? Say hello to everyone?” 

You plaster on a smile to match his. “Yeah. Let's do that.”

His hand stays firmly tucked in his pocket the whole time, except for the few times it brushes against yours, which makes him pull it away as if he’s been shocked. You find yourself missing all of his little touches: a hand on your waist, on the small of your back, your neck, your shoulder. You’d forgotten just how physical he is with his affection, and you’re beginning to wish you hadn’t snapped at him and just let him touch your ass like he wanted, relatives be damned. 

Kyung-min, Namjoon’s sister, eyes the two of you suspiciously the whole time you’re talking to her. “What’s going on with you two?” she demands, mostly addressing Namjoon. “You’re both acting super sketchy. Are you in a fight?” Her gaze turns to you. “Y/n, you can tell me if he’s being a jerk. I can handle him. Seriously.” She glares back at her brother.

“No!” You shoot a glance at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine, right, Joon?”

“Right!” He smiles, almost imperceptibly. “Just some…pre-wedding jitters. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” She narrows her eyes. “Sure. Let me know how that works out.”

You sigh softly and watch Namjoon for a moment. He’s watching Kyung-min leave, his one free hand still tucked in his pocket, a drink in the other. You pull gently on his sleeve to get his attention. “Joon, I think I’m going to step outside for a minute. Get some air. It’s a little hot in here.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows lift in surprise. “Uh – do you want me to come with you?”

You shake your head and feign a smile. “No, that’s all right. You stay here. Have fun.”

“Okay, well…I’ll be here.” He raises his glass slightly.

The lanai is deafeningly quiet compared to the clamor inside, giving you a chance to finally sort through your jumbled thoughts. It’s nearly dusk already and you stare distractedly at the sun gradually beginning to sink behind the trees and houses in the distance. “Oh, why did you have to go and snap at him over nothing?” you mutter to yourself. “So what if he touched your ass? You’re about to marry the man. Is this what we do now? Blow up over nothing?” Your hands clench anxiously at the sides of your skirt. Sure, he’s busy. So are you. You could just chalk it all up to the very fact that weddings are just stressful. Exciting – but stressful. But is it really just the stress of planning the wedding that’s getting to you? Or is it something else? We’re happy…aren’t we? Is this how it starts? Does every relationship have the potential to end in anger? Resentment? No matter how happy and well-intentioned things are at the beginning? Am I just doomed to be unlucky in love because of the way I watched my parents’ marriage unravel? You close your eyes tightly and try to calm your breathing the way you did before – deep breaths, in and out – but it doesn’t work this time. 

The sliding glass door opens behind you, and you turn around quickly, startled. It’s Namjoon’s mother, looking puzzled. “Y/n? What are you doing sitting out here by yourself? I would have thought you and Namjoon would be attached at the hip this close to the wedding.” 

“Eomeonim,” you say, standing up. “Hello. I just…needed some air, that’s all.” And some space, from my fiancé, who loves me. Sure.

She sits down on the bench and motions for you to join her. “What’s wrong?” she says. “Are you not enjoying yourself? Do you not feel well? Should I go find Namjoon?” 

“Oh, no.” You wave your hands. “I’m all right. And the party’s lovely. Nothing to bother Namjoon with.” 

“Just between us girls, then. What’s the matter?” She narrows her eyes. “Did Namjoon do something?”

"No!" You shake your head. "Nothing like that. It's just…" You draw in a breath. "I see him every day. I talk to him every day. But I feel like we haven’t really spoken in weeks. He might as well be a million miles away, even though he’s right there in front of me." Your fingers twist together in your lap. "He didn’t even remember we were supposed to be here today until I reminded him an hour before we were supposed to leave. After that I snapped at him over such a small thing that I don't even remember why I was so annoyed with him.” 

“But that’s not all, is it?” she asks.

You shake your head. “I know he’s got a lot on his plate with his paper, and I thought I could handle some of the wedding stuff on my own so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. I didn’t mind that too much. But there were some things I just wanted his input on, small things that wouldn’t take all that much thought, but no matter what I ask him he just says whatever I pick is fine and that he trusts my judgment. So I started to wonder, does he even care? Would he even notice if I didn’t show up? The wedding is two months away and I'm scared that we aren't on the same page anymore, that things have changed – and that maybe we're not meant to be together." Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm being silly. Look at me, making everything about myself.” 

"Oh, y/n. Sweetheart." She pats your hand. "It's not silly. Lots of couples feel this way sometimes, especially right before the wedding. Marriage is a big commitment. It's natural to question whether it's the right thing to do. You love him, right?"

You nod. "More than I've ever loved anyone." 

"And I know for a fact that Namjoon loves you too, even if he's not very good at showing it sometimes. So just talk to him. Clear the air, and tell him how you're feeling. He'll understand. The two of you will work it out, whatever it is." She tucks you into a soft hug. “I should be getting back to the party. Come and join us whenever you’re feeling better, all right?”

You nod and manage a watery smile. “Thank you for listening, eomeonim. And congratulations again. Thirty years – that’s special.”

“Thank you, dear.” She smiles kindly. “It takes two. You’ll get there someday.” 

“Yeah.” You fiddle with your hands, smiling to yourself. “I hope so.” 

You wait a few minutes after she’s gone to compose yourself before you go back inside, weaving through the crowds of people to find your fiancé. He’s easy to spot, lingering by himself near the front corner of the main room, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his jacket. He cuts a handsome figure standing there by himself, staring off into space, with the light of golden hour glowing behind him, and you have to stop for a moment, struck suddenly by how good-looking the man you’re going to marry is, on top of being one of the kindest people you’ve ever known. His face brightens noticeably when he sees you approaching. “There you are.” Namjoon smiles softly. “I was starting to wonder if I should come looking for you.” 

“Oh, Joonie.” You wrap your arms around him in a quick hug, resting your head against his chest. “Just the person I wanted to see.”

“What’s all this?” He sounds surprised but wraps his arms around you anyway. “Is everything okay?” His brown eyes search the insides of yours, crinkling with concern. 

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. I was just wondering…would you take a walk with me? The sun is about to set, and I thought we could find a place to watch it. And talk, while we’re at it.” 

“That sounds nice.” Namjoon takes your hand, twining his long fingers through yours. “Let’s go, then.” He guides you outside to a small walking trail behind his parents’ house that runs along the side of a creek. “I used to come down here all the time when I was a kid,” he says. “Mom would practically have to drag me inside for dinner when the weather was nice.” 

“Aw. I bet you were cute when you were little.” 

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I was. But I’m much cuter now.”

“That’s different.” 

“I’ll just have to show you the pictures, then. Maybe we can get Mom to dig them out later.” Namjoon’s sleeve brushes against your bare arm. He glances down. “Those shoes aren’t hurting your feet, are they?”

“My feet are fine, but thanks for asking. These shoes are actually pretty comfortable.”

“Really? They don’t look comfortable. I’m happy to carry you. Or the shoes. Either one. I don’t mind.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll live. What about you? You're not too hot, are you?”

“Well, I might boil to death, but it’ll be worth the sacrifice, I think, if my fiancée thinks I look nice.”

You manage a smile, but it doesn’t last for long. You take a deep breath and drop your head. “I’m sorry, Joonie. I shouldn’t have snapped at you earlier.”

“Baby, is that still bothering you?” Namjoon turns to you and lifts your head to look at him. “I told you it was okay.”

“Is it really?” You watch his face. “You looked so hurt when I yanked my hand away that I thought—”

“Yes, y/n. I meant what I said. Of course I was hurt, but it's not worth staying mad over. Not to me, anyway.” 

"But…" Your mind goes back to earlier. "You didn't touch me the whole time we were talking to everyone." Your voice almost sounds petulant.

Namjoon laughs suddenly. “I was trying to behave myself, like you asked me to. And do you know how difficult it was for me to keep my hands to myself for that long when the most beautiful woman in the room was standing right next to me the whole time? So difficult. I might actually deserve some kind of compensation for it.” 

“How was I supposed to know that?" you demand. "Since when have you ever listened to me when I tell you not to do something?”

He folds you securely into a hug and rests his chin on your shoulder. “Aw. You missed me, didn't you?”

“Maybe a little,” you say, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Thank you for apologizing.” He kisses you on the forehead. “But it's not necessary. Consider the whole thing forgotten, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say. “Sorry for being annoying. I was just overthinking, I guess. Being a child of divorce will do that to you.”

“Annoying? No, of course not. No one could possibly find my fiancée annoying.” Namjoon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into his warmth. “Y/n, are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He sighs. “I should have expected it would still be cool now. I would've reminded you to bring your sweater.” 

“No, Joon, it’s fine,” you start, but he’s sliding out of his blazer and draping it over your shoulders before you can finish talking. It still radiates warmth from his body heat and smells overwhelmingly like him. “You’ll look for any excuse to take your clothes off, won’t you? Or is it just that you like seeing me wearing them?” 

“Can’t it be both?” He grins playfully. “I really was about to boil to death, you know. Seeing you look all small and cute in my jacket is just a plus.”

“I’m so sure, you goofball.” You reach up to cup his chin. 

Namjoon’s face softens and his eyes drop. “I’m sorry, too, by the way.” You look at him quizzically. “If it feels like I haven’t made a lot of time for you lately, then you’re probably right. I haven’t been very present at all, to be honest. We were supposed to be planning this wedding together, but it dawned on me that with the edits on my paper and everything else that’s going on, I let most of the planning fall on you without even asking if you were okay with it. You even asked me if I was going to be okay planning a wedding when I was this far into my thesis, and I swore up and down that it wouldn’t be an issue, but here we are, two months out, and look at that – it’s an issue. You have your own responsibilities outside of the wedding, and it was selfish of me to just expect that you'd take care of it.”

You feel relieved. “How did you know that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about?” 

“I’m just that smart. But also incredibly dumb at times, because I have this very bad habit of taking the people I love for granted. Oh," he adds, "and Kyung-min overheard you talking to Mom and came to yell at me, so I put two and two together and figured it out from there.” 

"That sounds like your sister."

"She even pinched me. Hard. I’d forgotten how painful her pinches are." Namjoon rubs a hand against the top of his head. "I never meant to upset you, y/n. I just get so lost in my own little world sometimes that I forget that it’s not just mine anymore, because you’re a part of it too. It's our world. You and me. So when it happens again – and I know it will – I’m counting on you to pull me back out and keep me grounded in reality. Okay?"

“I will.” You press a soft kiss to his mouth. He leans in to deepen it further, fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips become more pressing, more insistent, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. Your lips part gently, allowing him in deeper. 

“I’ve missed this," Namjoon sighs between kisses. “I'm going to be happy when life settles down again, you know? Then I can go back to having you all to myself." He looks down at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. “And I can give you all the attention you deserve.”

“Is that so?” you say, as he’s leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your neck. “All the attention?”

“Mhm,” he says, face nearly buried in your shoulder. He pulls away suddenly. “You know, maybe we should just get married already. Are you sure you don't want to just call it all off and elope? Didn’t you say you didn't care how it happened as long as we ended up married at the end?" 

"If I’m remembering correctly, I believe that was you." You smile. "We met at a wedding, remember? It's only right that we give someone else the same opportunity.”

“A wedding reception,” he corrects you. “We barely knew those people, and we didn’t even go to the ceremony. We can always just elope and still have a big party.” 

“It’s only two more months,” you say, pouting slightly. “I’ve already bought the dress and everything. We're too close to call it off now. Can you imagine how disappointed your mother would be if her only son ran off and got married without telling her? She'd never forgive you."

"You can still wear the dress if we elope. And we'll make it up to her by giving her a couple of grandkids to spoil." Namjoon shrugs. "What do you think? The sooner the better, right? We could get started right away if we go ahead and make it official." His hand sneaks toward your ass. 

"I think," you say, catching his rogue hand in yours, "there’ll be plenty of time for that in a year or two, once you finish your dissertation. If I got pregnant, oh, say a month from now—”

“A month?” he protests. “I don’t think it would take me that long to get you pregnant.”

“Hypothetically, Joon.” You poke him in the arm. “Think about it. You’d be signing yourself up for a hormonal pregnant wife during the first half of the school year, and then a screaming baby keeping you awake during the second half. You barely managed planning a wedding. Do you really think you could handle that?”

"Hm, when you put it that way, I guess I can wait a little longer," he muses. "Oh, well. I suppose I just really like the idea of someone that’s a little bit you and a little bit me running around.” 

"Someone that has your eyes and nose? And a sweet little smile with a dimple to match?" you tease.

"Or maybe a little carbon copy of my beautiful wife?" Namjoon bumps his forehead against yours, grinning. "I could get used to that." He stands in silence for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "Whenever we decide the timing’s right…I think you’ll make an amazing mother.” 

“You think so?” You chuckle. “As long as their childhood isn’t anything like mine I’ll be satisfied. I don’t think I ever heard my parents have a conversation that didn’t end in a screaming match.” Your parents did nothing but fight for fifteen years before they got divorced. Your mother, for one, is much happier now that your father is out of the picture, but his seemingly never ending reserve of anger and resentment toward your mother has left you with some pretty deep scars and a fear of commitment that plagued you throughout most of your dating years. Your relationship with your fiancé is the only one that’s ever come close enough to having marriage on the table as a possibility, and it took months of him being patient, slowly working his way past all of the walls you put up for yourself over the years, to even get there. 

“It won’t be,” says Namjoon firmly. “It’ll be different. We’re different. You told me your father changed once they got married, right? I’d never do that to you.”

“Everyone changes, especially once they get married. You don’t think you will?” 

“Well, of course I’ll change.” He tilts his head to one side pensively. “I think everyone does, at least a little. I just hope it’ll be positive change. For example, the way I love you is never going to change, but how much I love you is just going to continue to grow every day.” 

“That’s a nice way of looking at it.” You smile. “I like that. I hope it’s the same for me, too.” 

Namjoon smiles down at you and takes your hand. “What we have is special,” he says. “We’re so lucky to have stumbled across each other when we did. I couldn’t have found a more perfect match in anyone else. We’re made for each other. It’s like…the stars and the planets and the whole universe lined up just for us.”

“You believe we were meant to be?” 

“Exactly. It was destiny. Fate. It was meant to happen exactly the way it happened. If Jin hadn’t dragged me out of my apartment that weekend, and Ji-eun hadn’t tried to set you up with that guy, who knows where we’d be right now?” 

"Probably on another terrible blind date that Ji-eun set up because she swore up and down that this guy is the one and totally perfect for me, and so much better than the last few that she also thought were totally perfect for me."

“And I would probably still be sitting in my apartment buried in papers, with Jin trying to convince me to come out drinking with him again.” Namjoon smiles ruefully and looks down. “Can I say something dumb really quick?” 

“Your ‘something dumb’ will probably still end up being something thoughtful and well-said, so by all means, go ahead.”

He hesitates. “I wish I’d known it was going to happen. That I was going to meet you when I did. I spent so much time thinking about my ex, everything I did wrong with her, what I could have done to keep her from breaking up with me, that I didn't even give a second thought to the fact that there might be someone better out there. Someone…like you." Namjoon tilts his head forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “If I’d known it was going to be you,” he continues, “I guess, I don’t know, I would have tried harder. Worked on myself more. Tried to be better. Something like that." He’s still smiling, but there’s regret in his eyes. 

“Oh, Joon.” You put your hands on both sides of his cheeks. “You know that’s one of the things I love the most about you? But you’ve always been enough for me. Ever since we met. You were enough for me then, you’re enough for me now, and you always will be. I love you, Kim Namjoon, just the way you are. You’re my perfect fit. Always and forever.”

"Thank you." He takes your hands in his and squeezes. "For trusting me. I know you’ve had a lot happen that would scare anyone away from commitment. I know you worry all the time about ending up just like your parents. But you overcame that. You looked past all of my flaws and agreed to spend forever with me. And every day you’re by my side you get even stronger. That’s a huge deal. I’m grateful for that. And I’m so proud of you.” 

“How could I not, when you make it so easy? When you’re so willing and patient with me?” You reach up and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m excited. To be your wife, to start a family with you, anniversaries, old and gray, the whole deal. I don’t want to be like my parents. I want us to be like yours. I want to build a life together. Something that will last forever.”

“Me too.” Namjoon smiles and hugs you closer. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He kisses the side of your head. “We’re going to make it, y/n. We’re going to go so far together, and I can’t wait. It won’t always be easy, but I’m ready to try.”

“And I’ll be right there next to you.”

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear. “Thank you for saying yes.”

“Thank you for asking,” you whisper back. “It sure took you long enough, didn’t it?”

Namjoon tosses his head back and laughs. “No one’s ever going to let me live that down, are they?”

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[eternally-smitten]

Selfshiptember: Picnic

pairing: Daryl x Natalie

summary: Natalie and Daryl relax under the shade of a tree for a bit and share lunch

word count: ~1.1k

content warnings: mentions of blood, the apocalypse, and zombies

author's note: ...so I've been watching more of TWD lately and uh. I think Daryl is cute so I added him to my list LOL

banner credit: cafekitsune

“Oh, my gosh,” Natalie huffed, “It is too damn hot out.”

“That’s your concern?” Daryl asked her, curling his lip a little.

She scoffed at him, “Can I not focus on two terrible things at once without getting lectured, huh? It’s goddamn hot out and we’re surrounded by the living dead. I can be upset about both.”

“Sure, Princess.” He grumbled and rolled his eyes at her before giving her a teasing smirk.

She crossed her arms and squinted at the sun, “How long do we gotta be out here, anyway? I’m getting kinda tired.”

“We haven’t even been out here that long.” He commented, “You’d be terrible at hunting. You gotta say out ‘ere all damn day bein’ quiet.”

“I am a terrible hunter!” Natalie laughed, “That’s why we have you do it! When you’re not, you know, sulking about acting like a teen going through a phase with that mop on your head you call hair.”

Daryl let out a low whistle, “Now that is a low blow right there.”

“Is it a low blow, or is it honest?” She giggled, “Seriously though, can we stop for just a bit? My god, I feel like I’m about to melt.”

He grunted a “yes” and lead her to a somewhat shady spot under some trees he found. Then, he slipped his arms out of his old, tattered leather vest and set it on the grass, patting it softly, “Your throne waits for you, Princess.”

“Seriously?” Natalie sneered, “We are covered in blood, sweat, and guts and you want to protect my pants from some grass?”

“You can’t even ‘preciate a nice gesture? Fuck me for tryin’ to be a gentleman, I guess.” He shot her a glare and took a spot on the ground, relaxing his shoulders a bit as soon as he made himself comfortable.

She sat in front of him on the vest he laid out for her, “No, no, I appreciate it. I just didn’t realize you were being Prince Charming for once.”

“You don’t think I can be charmin’? Damn, you are testy today, missy.” Daryl started to search through his bag for lukewarm bottles of water and some pre-prepared food he packed for the both of them. He handed her a bottle, “Here, consider this lunch.”

“What is this, a picnic?” She asked, smiling a little. She was genuinely asking him and the thought made her happy. Natalie had forgotten just how much she loved picnics before the entire world ended.

He assumed she was picking on him, “Can you turn off for at least five seconds? I just don’t want ya bitchin’ at me about how thirsty you are.”

“I wasn’t being an ass for once, I swear!” She laughed before taking a swig of some much needed water, “I must ask though, why are you being so nice to me?”

His nose scrunched up in confusion, “What the hell do ya mean by that?”

“I thought I got on your nerves.”

“You do.”

“Okay, so then why are you being so nice to me?” She asked again.

He let out a long sigh, “That doesn’t make any more sense than when you asked me that the first time.”

“Fine, lemme explain.” Natalie took a peek in his bag to see what kind of food he packed, “I mean, you say I’m annoying and that I get on your nerves – because I do – so then why did you ask to join you on this outing?”

He shrugged before handing her a sandwich, “Thought I could use the company, I guess.” 

She gladly took the sandwich and practically tore the plastic covering off to take a bite out of it, “But you’re the one that always says ‘Grr, no, I’m a loner, grr stay away from me grr’ so why choose me? Especially if I’m so annoying?”

“Okay, first of all, that’s a terrible fuckin’ impression of me.” He didn’t look amused, “My voice ain’t that grumbly and low.”

Natalie rolled her eyes, “I never claimed that to be my talent, you know.”

“Uh huh, sure,” He chuckled softly, “And second, I can tell you’re gettin’ tired of bein’ all cooped there in Alexandria so, I decided to be nice for once. I’m regrettin’ it now, though.”

“Aww, really?” She fake pouted, taking another bite of her sandwich, “I’m having fun with you.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised and considered the possibility that she wasn’t being truthful.

“Yeah, really,” Natalie said with food in her mouth, only realizing after she started speaking that her mouth was full and swallowed quickly before continuing, “I don’t get to see you often. I mean, just us. You and I. You’re always runnin’ off with Rick or playing the role of protector that you’re too busy to sit down and just talk with me.”

Daryl hesitated, feeling a bit awkward at being viewed so fondly, “Uh, sorry.”

She shook her head, “No, that’s nothing to be sorry for. I just like being with you, I guess.”

“Um,” He cleared his throat, “For what it’s worth, uh, I like bein’ with you, too.”

“Really? Even if I’m a pain in your ass?” She smirked at him, feeling pleased with herself that she could get him to confess something like that to her.

“You’re really focusin’ on that, huh?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue, “Am I ever gonna live that down?”

“Maybe,” Natalie’s smirk never left her face, “If you promise me one thing.”

“Yeah? What?”

“We go on picnics like this every now and then. Just you and me.” She offered, hoping that it didn’t make him uncomfortable. She really did want to spend more time with him so she figured asking him would be worth a shot.

Daryl thought for a moment, surprised at being asked such a question. Did someone really want to spend time with him of all people? Did she actually enjoy his company? Even after she called him a sullen, angsty emo teenager?

She waved her hand in front of his face, “Hello? Earth to Daryl?”

“Sorry, just thinkin’.” He apologized, “Sure, I can take you out on these picnics if you really enjoy ‘em that much.”

A wide, genuine smile tugged at the corner’s of Natalie’s mouth, “I do! I really, really do. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He said dismissively, still getting used to being appreciated like this. 

The shade kept them cool while they continued to enjoy their moment of respite under it. Eventually, they had to keep moving and pack up, which made both of them a little sad. They were able to carry out their conversation as they left their shady spot, though, and that made them feel closer than before. Daryl wouldn’t admit this to himself and would be caught dead admitting this out loud, but he found himself looking forward to their next private picnic.

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[midnightstar-90]

Hi! Can you do a part 2 of Dave Lizewski with Valerie? Thanks so much!

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Part 1

Dave Lizewski x OC

Summary: It’s Valerie’s first month at her new school, and it’s time for the Club Fair.

Warnings: Douchebaggery (Not Dave), a little bit of language

It’s been a month since Valerie started at Millard Fillmore High School, and everything was going well. She was passing all her classes, with help from Dave. How could anyone forget the boy she’s loved from day one. You would never find Dave and Valerie away from each other unless you were in a class where the two weren’t together. Any other time Dave would walk the girl to class, pick her up from class, walk her home, pick her up for school, and not to mention the hour-long conversations the two would have.

On their one-month anniversary, the two walked into school with their arms locked together. Todd and Marty followed behind like they did every day. They talked independently, while Valerie and Dave held their own conversation.

“So, I was thinking- if you’re free tonight- what do you think about me, you, and a nice moonlight dinner,” Dave said to his girlfriend.

Valerie mischievously smirked at the boy, “That depends. What’s the dinner?”

“I thought your mom could supply us with some leftover pasta from the other night. Man, that was delicious,” Dave laughed.

Valerie looked at Dave with a disgusted face. “Really?!” She asked the boy.

“No! We can have whatever you want to eat,” Dave responded.

“Italian?”

“Whatever you want.”

The blond pumped her fist in the air and enthusiastically said, “Yesssss!”

The group walked into the school to find the halls decorated with flyers and banners. Valerie ran up to the wall and snatched a flyer. It read:

"Oh my gosh! Dave! We should definitely go!" Valerie said, showing Dave the flyer.

Dave moved around the girl with an unsatisfied face. "Yeah, clubs aren't really my thing," He said, continuing down the hall.

Valerie ran up to the boy. "Well, why not?" She asked, following closely behind. Marty and Todd followed behind the two, watching the love between the two alter.

"Because the clubs attending this fair have to be approved by the class president. And the class president is none other than Jacob Presley," Dave said.

The group stopped off at Valerie's locker. She turned her lock to match her code and opened the small storage area. "Come. On. You can't be serious. A football player is picking the clubs that will represent the Club Fair, and that's why you won't go?" Dave nodded. "You do see how dumb you're sounding right now?" She asked.

"I'm not being dumb. If I wanted to learn about sports, I would talk to my dad," Dave said.

"I don't know Dave... I'm kinda with Valerie on this one," Todd agrees.

"Yeah. Like- don't you still need permission from the Assistant Principal as a final vote?" Marty asked.

Valerie looked at her boyfriend with a smug look. She shrugged and said, "See? What did I say?" She closed her locker, and as her back was turned, Dave glared at his friends for siding with Valerie. Marty and Todd backed up with their arms up in surrender.

"I don't know, Val-"

"We're going, and that is final!" Valerie said, storming off to class.

"Damn, you just got shut down!" Marty yelled in Dave's ear as he jumped on his back.

Dave just stood in his spot, sadly staring at the girl as she angrily walked off. He was upset because he made Valerie, but the other side of him couldn't get the thought of her angrily walking off on repeat, out of his head. It was just so sexy for him to watch, and turned him on.

"Hey, Dave?" Todd started. Dave didn't answer. "With your nerve endings being all messed up. If you and Valerie were to- you know- get together, would you be able to feel it?" Todd's question immediately pulled him out of his trance. Dave slapped his friend upside the head and left.

"Ow!" Todd said, rubbing his head. He looked at Marty, "Was it something I said?"

Marty shook his head and left his friend standing there, in the middle of the hall. Todd watched his friend walk away with his arms up in confusion. His arms slammed back to his side before he groaned and caught up with his friend.

Dave was angry. He was currently standing in the South Gym of his school, looking at dozens of tables that represented different clubs. Valerie had forced him to dress nicely for the occasion. If she was going to join a club, she had to make a good impression.

"Did I really have to wear a grey polo shirt with a black blazer jacket and jeans? I look ridiculous!" Dave complained.

Valerie readjusted his shirt collar. "It's called business casual. We need to make a good impression if we want to be a part of these groups," Valerie told the boy.

"Valerie. This is a high school club fair, not a college admissions interview," Dave stated.

"One of these clubs could possibly prepare us for college. Now, fix your face, and let's get into it," Valerie said the last part through her teeth. Dave gave her a fake smile before walking off. Valerie rolled her eyes at the boy and went to follow him.

"Oooh. Look, Dave! We could join the Culinary Club."

"Mmm," Dave said, looking off into the distance and making it seem like he was paying attention. To be honest, Dave checked out 3 clubs ago. Valerie was so persistent about them joining a club together, but there was nothing that really interested the boy.

"Oops!" A voice called out, right as a pen landed next to Valerie's foot. The couple turned to find Jacob Presley standing behind a table, while his friends stood behind him, snickering and whispering. Dave eyed the group warily.

"Could you grab that for me, sweetheart?" Jacob asked Valerie.

Jacob's friends snickered as Valerie responded with a "Sure thing." Dave turned to find his girlfriend bent over, picking up Jacob's pen. Her plaid skirt slowly scrunched up. Seeing what was going on, Dave turned toward Jacob and his friends.

"You're a dick, Jacob," Dave said to Jacob, angrily.

"Oh, yeah, how is that nerd," Jacob said, walking from behind his table and towards Dave.

"Dropping your pen so you could see up girl's skirts. How many girls have you tried that on, today?"

"You should mind you're business before you start something you don't want to start."

"Like you looking up my girlfriend's skirt, you perv?" Dave said through his teeth.

"Oh. The nerd has a girlfriend... and a hot one at that," Jacob rubbed his chin as he looked around Dave and checked Valerie out, head to toe.

Dave swung his arm, punching Jacob in the face. Shocked, Dave gave the boy one last look before grabbing Valerie's arm and leading her out of the school. "Yeah! You better run! And you better hope I don't see you around school, punk!" The two heard Jacob say holding his face.

Dave and Valerie run all the way to his house since it was closer. Dave pulled out his house key and opened the door. All the lights were out which meant his father was out like a light. Dave led the girl to his room.

Valerie sat on the bed in his room. She looked down at her fidgety hands. Dave was leaning against his door, out of breath from all that running.

"I'm sorry," Valerie said, as she sniffled. Dave looked over at the girl to find her face down, so he couldn't see her, but he could see the tears falling down her face.

Dave rushed over to the girl. He kneeled down so he could see her face. He rested one hand on her knee, and the other was moving the hair out of her face. Every now and then, he would touch a strand of hair that was wet from her tears. "What's there to be sorry for?" Dave asked, looking at the girl with a sad smile.

"You said you didn't trust Jacob, and I still forced you to go. We never should have gone. We should have just stayed home and eaten Italian food like we planned earlier," Valerie said, shaking her head. She looked up at the ceiling trying to bring her tears back up instead of down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before bringing her face back down.

"I said that I didn't trust his taste in clubs, which you were right. Jacob did pick some very diverse clubs, and not just sports," Dave said, making the both of them chuckle.

"Thank you for punching him by the way. He made me feel so dirty when I realized what was really going on. It made me feel like a whore."

"Don't say that about yourself. You are not a whore. And you shouldn't feel dirty. Jacob should feel dirty. I'm pretty sure any girl that went with a short skirt was pulled into Jacob's antics. I'm surprised he wasn't punched earlier," Dave tried to comfort Valerie.

"Hey. We still have time. What do you say to some Italian food and a nice long movie," Dave continued.

Valerie's face went from sad to excited in a matter of seconds. She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "Ooo! Ooo! Can we watch Lady and the Tramp? We could try and do the noodle scene! I've always wanted to do that!"

"Sure thing," Dave said, grabbing his phone to look up the Italian restaurant's number. When they answered, Dave, placed the order for both of them.

When he was done ordering, Dave, went over and picked up his laptop. He made his way over to his bed and laid down. Valerie cuddled into his side, and Dave started up the movie.

"I love you," Dave said in a very nonchalant way.

Valerie looked at the boy with wide eyes. "You've never said that before!"

"I know," Dave laughed. "I had planned to do it over our moonlit dinner before all the Club Fair stuff happened.

"Aww! I love you too, Dave Lizewski!"

The couple faced many things tonight, and it's safe to say that they both got a good happy ending.

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[solarsunhae]

Sappy post about Mamamoo and long overdue (So LATE but whatever I need to get this off my chest) review of MyCon NY incoming!

Mamamoo finished their USA tour and when I think about it I still get kinda emotional!

First, my review of the concert in New York. It’s nearly a month late but it doesn’t matter because I remember it all vividly.

So I took - what I didn’t realize - the last train to the arena and it was delayed! There had been an accident that occurred earlier and the train was moving slow as hell. I was anxious as hell!! The one thing I didn’t want to happen was to be late for Mamamoo. Luckily the concert was delayed so I had time to breathe. Right after I scanned my ticket I heard music playing. I hoped it was the music they usually play before the concert starts. Then I heard Hwasa say, “Make some noise!” and I SCREAMED her name and my friend and I ran so damn quick to our seats. I remember a few other fans running as well, haha. Unfortunately, I missed the intro VCR but I got there just in time for 1,2,3 Eoi!

Seeing them onstage felt unreal. I already saw them at KCON 2016 but this time I was much closer to the stage. Gosh, they’re so beautiful in real life and they sound amazing live.

I straight up lost my mind during the Solo Medley. I was looking so forward to this part. I was a different person for Eclipse Hwasa. My soul left my body when Hwasa came on stage wearing the Eclipse outfit. I was on my knees for her!!! When they did the body rolls during Maria I screamed so loud. 

Besides the performances, I just love how much Mamamoo loves Moomoos. They were having so much fun interacting with the fans during the talking segments. The audience was barking and Moonbyul immediately embraced it and barked every chance she got. It was so funny because they were so perplexed by it but by the end they just accepted it and did it themselves. The concert had good vibes all around. My only regret is that I wish I arrived earlier so I could do stuff before the concert. There was chalk writing outside the venue where all the fans left cute messages to Mamamoo. I would have loved to have done that. I also wished I was there earlier so I could pick up a fan banner. :(((

I’ve been watching videos of the other USA stops and it’s just so nice to see how they were gradually getting comfortable and more confident with each city. You can see the difference in the way they act from their New York concert to their LA concert. They’re cracking more jokes with the audience and going off script more. Never getting over the fact that in Chicago they saw a fan holding up pink panties and they asked for the panties and wore the panties on their arms without a second thought. I also loved that in every concert photo you can see an increase in Bald Yongs and meme pics in general. I’m so glad they did this tour because they saw how loved their are outside of Korea. The fan VCRs were so sweet as well (Especially LA’s!!!). 

That concert made me so happy. After the concert I thought about how I’ve been a fan since 2016 and how they kept me going during my high school and college years. Then I got emotional. Like damn!! These bishes really made me happy!!

Honestly, I don’t have post concert depression. It’s more like post tour depression. To see them happy on stage and having a good time with fans is everything to me. I’d do anything to see them again. :’)

#personal #this is an essay #lmaooooo

[childofaura]

Have you considered so-taro?

I got confused for a second and thought you meant azu-taro, lol. I need to remember my names better.

BUT YES I HAVE CONSIDERED SO-TARO. I have VERY MUCH considered So-Taro.

So last year, we saw a brand new artist added to the ranks of the FEH artists, and that was So-Taro.

AND THEY STARTED OFF STRONG:

HOT DAMN LOOK AT SURTR.

Their color work is so vibrant and beautiful to look at, their muscle definition is amazing, and their attention to detail (the anchor, jewelry, and clothing) is GREAT. This is the best Surtr's looked; Maeshima Shigeki did a great enough job as it was bringing us Surtr for the first time, but So-Taro's Surtr is easily the superior one in color and design. And also the expressions are perfect; Surtr's known for having a really contorted smile and we still got that.

AND LOOK AT THE CRITICAL DESIGN WITH THE FLAMING SHARK:

Augh gosh, I could go on, but I need to focus on So-Taro's other piece as well.

So-Taro also drew Basilio:

Same amazing coloring skills, same attention to the muscle detail. Basilio may have been the demote on his banner but he certainly got the better art compared to Flavia.

Now So-Taro's only done two pieces, so it's really hard to see whether criticism is justified or not, but I still will bring it up. So-Taro's a lot like Soeda Ippei where they're great at drawing details, but stances for characters are a little... rigid. Surtr gets away with it because he has clothing that lends him the illusion of motion, but we can't say the same for Basilio:

Don't get me wrong, it's a fantastic pose. But this is his attack art, and the same pose for his critical, and for an attacking pose, the issue is that it's right at the end of Basilio's axe swing. You're not feeling a lot of power at the end of an awe swing instead of a point at the beginning or the middle, because the end is where the body settles.

Additionally, we haven't yet seen how they've drawn female characters. But if they're as good at drawing the men as they are at drawing women, they have nothing to worry about.

That's honestly the most minor of issues though. Even though they've only done two art pieces, So-Taro's easily a 9/10, and if they get to draw a female character in the future (I'd LOVE to see them draw Scarlett, Nuibaba, or a Sonia alt) then they'll easily jump to a 10/10.

#FEH #Fire Emblem Heroes #so-taro #ask game #The first time I saw their Surtr art I was gobsmacked #It was such high quality #Honestly I think so-taro could easily be a Book artist #Please IS give them more characters to draw! #I wouldn't complain if they drew a Priam alt 0w0

[wedreamedlove]

Idk if you have ever see this but its damn cute :"))

https://twitter.com/okutogowon/status/1667880795216957442?t=Mn2fkFUfoi0NQI0jE6p7FA&s=19

hahahaha, oh gosh!! i love supportive parents and the banner is absolutely charlie's style.

#answered asks

[pjiminbloomx]

Under the table | myg

banner by @jjkeverlast <3

✦ pairing min yoongi x female reader

✦ genre drama, dating!au

✦ word count 1.9K

✦ warnings smut, bad bitch reader, embarrassing situation, thrilling situation, moaning in front of parents, blowjob, yoongi…lol (also dear reader, if you happen to not have a gag reflex, just ignore it when you read it <;3)

✦ summary Yoongi and you have been dating for a few years. One thanksgiving, he has to leave you behind for a family dinner as you were sick and had to stay home. You seek sympathy but it’s to no avail, so you get your sweet revenge.

✦ inspiration for this story saw a clip years ago from what i believe originated from Skins, and it’s been imprinted in my mind since then. idk it kind of gave me yoongi vibes when I thought about it a few days ago. Also for all yoongi stans, I hope I wrote your bias good!!!

“Do you really have to go?” You whined as Yoongi sat next to you on the bed, pulling on his shoes. 

“Y/N I’ve already answered that question a million times…” he responded with a hint of annoyance. 

“But your girlfriend is sick, you should stay home and take care of her…” you complained.

“uhm no.”

“what-” 

“Look babe, you need to stay home and relax while i’m gone. I already told my mom you were sick and couldn’t make it to the dinner. It’d be weird if you suddenly pulled up at their house, contradicting my words.”

“Then say you’re sick as well. Be sick with me, we are in love remember? Through thick and thin, you’re supposed to stay by my side.” 

“Gosh Y/N, you’re so fucking melodramatic. I don’t have the energy for this, I’m leaving.” 

“Wha- YOONGI!” You shouted as he grabbed his things and opened the front door. 

“Take a nap and some medicine, bye.” He grumbled, slamming the door after himself. 

“What’s up with him? He’s acting like he’s on his damn period,” you whispered angrily to yourself.

You threw your feet to dangle over the bed, hastily standing up. The quick motion made you dizzy and you sat yourself down at the corner of your bed for a short minute. 

After your vision cleared, you lazily walked to the kitchen to take some medicine. As you poured yourself a glass, you zoned out, reflecting back to Yoongi’s behaviour. The sudden feeling of cold water soaking your hand shook you out of your trance abruptly, making the glass slip from your hand. The glass crashed onto the white tiles, spraying water everywhere. 

After cleaning the mess, you took some pills and took a nap. About three hours later, you woke up, the dark night staring at you through your window. You felt a lot better, actually better than ever. Grabbing your phone, you texted Yoongi announcing the good news. 

❆Yoonie <3

<–  babe I feel so much better now. 

–> nice

<– when will u b home? 

–> idk

<– at least act like u care…

–> pass 

“THE AUDACITY!” You shouted in pure disbelief. 

You knew he cared but he was being so nonchalant. You scoffed as you tossed your phone on the bed. You laid down onto the soft bed, facing the ceiling, kicking your feet in frustration. Then you sat up, the perfect plan coming to you. A mischievous smile plastered onto your face… oh boy was he gonna pay. 

Yoongi sat in awkward silence as the sound of cutlery scraping plates filled the room. He was in no doubt uncomfortable. As he sat around the large table, he couldn’t help but feel bad for speaking to his girlfriend the way he did. He felt sorry, not entirely, just a little. The picture of Y/N’s pouting face suddenly flashed in his mind, a little smile making it to his face. 

“YOONGI!” 

Yoongi flinched at the sound of his name. 

“What.” 

“Your mother has something to say,” said his father. 

Yoongi looked at his mother, he stared at her as he expected another “we don’t support you” talk. To his surprise, it was quite the opposite. 

“Yoongi, after a lot of thinking, we have come to make a decision. We have realised, much too late I’m afraid, that you have so much passion and talent for music. We have decided to support you in your decision.” Yoongi’s mother expressed, a comforting smile on her face. 

Yoongi hated to cry, especially in front of his family. But there he was, wiping his tears as he cried with his head facing downwards. He had always wanted his parent’s support no matter how many times he’s tried to convince others that he didn’t care. His sniffles filled the room, the jazz beats being the only thing stopping the situation from being as awkward as it could be. 

Yoongi’s father rose from his seat, hugging his son. He felt like he had failed as a father. But when you came to visit them secretly a few weeks before, you made them realise how much it hurt him and how he longed to make them proud. Yoongi’s parents decided to push their pride aside and felt it was time to accept the fact that Yoongi wasn’t ever going to change his mind. 

“I’m proud of you son, I really am.” His father praised, caressing Yoongi’s face.

“My god, enough crying! Let’s set up the bonfire!” said Yoongi’s mother while wiping her remaining tears. 

As the guests walked out into the kitchen, bathroom, backyard; Yoongi remained seated, in attempt to collect himself. 

He suddenly felt a presence and he widened his eyes at the sight of you standing by the door, dressed in only sweatpants and a tight white see-through crop top. You looked hot and Yoongi couldn’t help but trail his gaze up and down your body. 

“what are you doing here!” he whisper-shouted. 

“You were rude, so I’m here to give pay back.” You answered teasingly. 

“Y/N i don’t have time for your games, leave before my parents see you!” 

“no.”

Yoongi sighed with irritation. He panicked at the sound of the guests coming back. He looked back to see his mother smiling at him. 

“Gerard*, will call us when the fire is ready” she said. 

Yoongi looked back at where you stood before, only to see nothing. You had disappeared. Yoongi sighed in relief and smiled at his mother.

Yoongi listened to his family talk to each other, occasionally throwing in a comment and laughing along with a joke. Yoongi was relaxed and happy, though he suddenly felt hands unbuckling his belt. He flinched in surprise as the cold hands traced along his lower abdomen. Everyone turned to look at him, his sudden reaction had everyone confused. 

“Everything okay?” asked his mother. 

“Yeah mom, just feeling a little chilly.” He answered, trying to save his ass. 

“It’s 31 degrees C sweetheart,” his mother commented.

His mother gave it no further thought and everyone resumed to talking. Yoongi knew you were under the table, and he knew you had the upper hand. He was fucked. 

(*Gerard- their butler)

You did your best to hold yourself back from laughing. You were so evil and you loved it. Luckily for you, the table was wide enough to sit comfortably and for you not to worry about touching someone else. It was also draped over so no one would be able to see you.

You waited for Yoongi to actually believe that you’d stop before you traced your fingers along his belt. Yoongi flinched, unintentionally clashing all the cutlery, the whole table’s attention turning to him. He this time managed to save his ass, and lifted his leg as to kick you.

He kicked you square in the face and you did your best not to squeal out of pain. Blood trickled down your lips and into your hands as you cupped your nose, gritting your teeth. You were so mad that you didn’t think straight. Your intention was just to joke around but now you were gonna suck the fuck out of that little shit. 

You took your hand out from under, tapping Yoongi. He must’ve seen the blood on your hand and he instantly gave you tissue paper. He apologises, his apology disguised in a cough. You snicker, at his lame attempt. 

Deciding to stuff little bits of paper into your bleeding nostril, you let out a controlled calm sigh. You checked around, as to make sure you weren’t too close to other people’s legs. After making yourself comfortable, you reach for Yoongi’s pants again, this time fully opening his belt and unzipping his pants. As you massaged his soft crotch, feeling him through his clothes, you felt his shaft stiffen under your grasp. Perfect. You had him right where you wanted him. 

Pulling his erection out of his pants, you gave it a light lick, watching Yoongi’s body language. Man-spreading and adjusting himself to make his cock more

accessible to you, you sank between his legs, lips parting around his cock, taking him into your mouth. Yoongi struggled not to moan. 

He squirmed in his seat, his lip between his teeth. 

“Yoongi, are you sure you’re okay?” asked his mother once again. 

He hummed yes, a hum that sounded more like a moan. Clearing his throat, he spoke up, reassuring her that he was alright. Your hand cupped his balls, massaging them as you took his cock in, it hitting the back of your throat. You kept going, his length sliding in and out of your mouth. 

Yoongi banged his fists on the table, making everyone jolt. Again… 

“I j-just wanted tO eXpreSs hoW hApPy I am…” *coughs* “I… errr… yeah thank you mom and dad…” He stupidly says. You tried your best not to laugh, I mean it wasn’t that hard considering his cock was resting in your mouth. 

Continuing to suck him off, you used your lips and hands. The squelching from your spit and the friction was quite audible but the jazz beats in the background and the crowded talking blurred it out. Focusing on the tip, you swirled your tongue receiving an earnest moan from the man. 

“Yoongi seriously! What is up with you?!” His mom asked irritated. 

This was your chance to really torture him. Shoving his girth so far down you could, you bobbed your head, occasionally sputtering. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried not to gag. The length of his shaft was definitely something you still weren’t quite used to. 

“Ah fuck-” he cursed. 

“Excuse me?” His mom questioned, getting more and more irritated. 

“M-mom I, l-love you?” he blurted, not even thinking. 

His mom’s expression completely changed as she said that she loved him too. Yoongi’s breath quickened, he had to cover his mouth from moaning your name, no moaning in general. 

“Alright everyone, the fire is ready! Grab your marshmallows! Yoongi baby are you joining us?” his mother announced and then questioned. 

“I’ll be there sh-shortly!” he answered, beads of sweat covering his forehead and neck. 

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you fucked your cheek onto his tip until he spilled himself into your mouth. Swallowing it all up, he pulled his chair back, lifting the drape. 

“what the fuck-” Yoongi began but halted. 

He was cut off by the sight in front of him, your hair was messy as a mix of saliva and cum ran down your chin. He sighed as he pulled his dick in his pants, “fucking hell Y/N.” 

“That should teach you not to mess with me Min Yoongi.” you stated teasingly but firmly. 

“Alright I’m sorry for this morning, I was grumpy because I had to go, alone at that. Sorry for the nose bleed as well.”

“It’s okay baby, just tell me next time, yes?” 

Yoongi nodded, giving you a long lasting peck on the lips. 

“My parents finally support my decision…”

Your heart skipped a beat. What you’d told them, was taken seriously. Though Yoongi didn’t need to know. This was his happiness. 

“aww baby I’m so happy for you,” you say as you step out from under the table, giving him a hug. 

“Y/N, no matter how hot this was or how hard I came, please don’t do this again.” You laughed at his comment but nodded. 

“YOONGI ARE YOU COMING?!” the loud voice boomed from the yard. 

“Oh well I gotta go, see u at home.I love you.” Yoongi said kissing you. You headed towards the door, getting ready to leave.

 “I love you too. Though I’ll be waiting for you…..naked.” 

“Intriguing. Can’t wait.” You chuckle.

“ohh you dirty boy.”

© all rights reserved pjiminbloomx

reposted <3

#min yoongi #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #bts #bts fan fiction #bts fic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #bts min yoongi fic #min yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi smut #bts yoongi #bts suga #yoongi fanfiction #bts min yoongi #yoongi thrill

[ramrage]

thoughts on the tlat trailer

below the cut because i dont feel like subjecting innocent bystanders to the humidity of my hot breath spilling everywhere. also, there’s quite a bit of negativity so do avoid if such things make you tite

Okay, so I’m writing this bit before I’ve actually watched the damned thing. Admittedly, I’m holding back because I already know I’m not going to like it lol. Is this to say that I think it will be a bad movie (by that I mean poorly written, shitty timing, shallow plot, etc.etc.etc.)? No! But I understand that my desires do not align with the desires of most viewers, so...

Though I have not seen the official trailer yet, I have seen gifs. and my initial response is an overwhelming and kind of long-suffering “i don’t caaaaaaaaare.” I love Thor and I love Loki but only when they’re interacting together. It’s their dynamic that makes them interesting to me and when it’s absent, the space it occupied is usually filled with what I consider to be nonsense. Then there’s Jane just existing. I appreciate some bits of her character and tried my damnedest to like her, but I don’t. I don’t hate her, but whenever she’s on screen or shit related to her is happening, I get upset because quality time in the mcu is limited (despite the collective runtime of their movies) and I am greedy and want every second to be dedicated to the shit that I care about, which is not her. I suppose this is unfair, but I can’t say that I care too much as Jane isn’t a real person whose feelings I can hurt, yfm.

And of course, the ass scene. So there are two major things about that scene: the nudity and how it came about and the tattoo. I don’t need to wax poetic about how forced nudity is sort of degrading and all the political shit associated with it because all of that has been said already. What I will talk about it is how it’s another example of TW’s tendency to make everything a bit. Stripping a character in the way that it’s done is meant to humiliate and while it might not be as heavy as it could be (stripping a supersexy god whiteman is not the exactly same as stripping someone who is more vulnerable), it does rub me the wrong way. I don’t want to see my* characters get humiliated for a laugh because I feel like the screen time could be better spent doing something more interesting.

As for the tattoo, my reaction to it is actually kind of similar. It’s a bit. It’s not meant to touch upon Thor’s actual grief (which isn’t funny), it’s supposed to allude to it but remove its claws. And not for nothing, didn’t TW already make this joke? I do think he’s funny, but these jokes weren’t my cup of tea. I feel like Thor and Loki’s relationship is too interesting and compelling to a) near-completely drop it from the plot and narrative and b) only allude to it in a way that trivializes it. Like gosh, another dumb tattoo that says RIP LOKI. What? Gonna give Thor tattoo of a heart with a banner running across it reading “MOM”? Eh. Is it better than totally ignoring Loki’s existence ever? I think, but it leaves much to be desired.

OKAY, if you survived this long, I’m going to watch the trailer and comment on it as I go, bulleted for maximum efficiency:

lion king

ah, fucking Korg. He’s a funny lil dude, indeed, but I wasn’t exactly waiting with bated breath to see him on screen. again, screen time is limited so I want to see it used wisely (read: in the ways I want it to). I’m also wondering about the impetus for bringing him back and more prominently. Was the fan demand that intense? Does Taika just want to feature himself more? I’d get it, I guess. It’s hard to be a successful artist without an inflated ego.

past tense?

dad bod =/= god bod. i could argue there.

:-( it does seem like CH’s face has changed in some unnatural way. some are saying it’s a result of steroid use and some say it’s a jaw implant or some such filler. it’s a shame, really. i want to know who or what made chris motherfucking hemsworth believe that his face needed to be altered in any way and I need to kick it’s/their ass. then again, it’s not my face and thus it’s not my business.

okay jane does look pretty hot

that helmet is hell. the armor is hell. god awful i gotta hurt someone about that.

don’t try to tell me that jane is lik “ah idek when we dated ha ha” while thor pulls out a piece of wood notched for every day apart. if anyone would be tite about the breakup, it wouldn’t be him (is my guess. such a short relationship, such a comparatively long life, so on). is this to say that I think Jane should be in pieces about Thor? Nah. she’s had shit to do, sci to ence. i think it makes most sense for neither of them to give a shit about the other. Do I still give a fuck about the fugazi I dated in high school for two months? No, I do not.

Valkyrie asking if she’s sensing feelings should be a question she asks to herself rather than Thor. Thor’s response should be hers. that is all.

damnit why do I think gorr is sexy.

lol goats

damn, marvel really has a fucking wetty for the 80s aesthetic.

this whole pining thing is ass and shouldn’t exist

stormbreaker is ugly im sorry

ah yes the guardians of the idon’tgiveafuck

does thor really have anything worth fighting for anymore?

“you flicked too hard, damnit” that’s a fair response, mijo, and I respect that.

kinda jazzed by how unbothered jane and valkyrie are vis-a-vis thor’s dick. it has a homosexual flavor to it.

lion king space style

Everything seems mad disjointed so I’m interested in seeing how things fit together in the movie. I feel like Gorr didn’t seem important enough, at least as far as what the trailer showed. I wonder how Taika’s going to play with him, y’know? Is he going to have a compelling backstory? How does he fight and act and speak? Will TW humiliate him and play him for a laugh? I hope not because it’s less impressive and powerful to bodybag a villain if you paint them like a fool, but TW likes painting fools. I cant say I’m too hyped, but that’s no surprise, really. It felt like watching strangers, which is a neurotic thing of me to say but I’m neurotic so...

#thor #thor love and thunder #tlat #marvel salt #marvel wank #marvel negativity #thor love and thunder negativity #kwewe

[quixote-quesada]

wtf went wrong

i downloaded hero cantare a while ago and my account was quite decent after a month (?) playing this game. but since i had to focus on other things ( studying, again ), i quitted it although i still kept an eye on patch notes, just because.

i mean,

the whole reason why i decided to give it a try is because of my favorite character in tower of god ( yeh you guys know who that dumbass is ). so i checked on patch notes almost every week, in case his banner comes back.

i don't know how or why but i have wasted 6/7 days of the first week of his banner. maybe because i was focusing on other things. then on saturday i got a notification from youtube ( yeh heck why ) about the latest hero, who turns out to be karaka. my gut told me that i should check on the updates, which i did.

damn.

i tried my best with all the resources i've got left in my account, but after 100 times summoning, i got karaka ( twice wtf ) and 2 other ss heroes that aren't even rated up. that's when i knew i had to give up on this account no matter how decent it is, because, well, there aren't many more ways to farm essence quickly.

i created another account and spent a day doing everything i could to get as many essences as possible. my husbando ended up home after more than 140 summons - yes i got more than 140 summons in one day. even i was shocked at that.

but then another problem came up. jinsung is definitely not f2p friendly ( heck this whole game is not ), and not beginner-friendly either. i didn't have decent supporters like in my old account ( yeon's flame khun and black march bam, plus endorsi ). not to say he's not worth to invest in ( according to other players ).

i mean, i like him a lot, not only the character but also the fact that his damage increases as his hp decreases ( gosh i love that mechanic ). it's just that it's hard to keep up with the game as there's too much struggling, from equipments to relics to materials to shards - fucking god the shards who made him an ss ? i need to talk to that person right now.

i guess i'll just have to accept and suffer.

#ha jinsung #tower of god #hero cantare

[lil228]

Red White and Royal Blue Notes Day 8

WARNING- Spoilers for both the book and the movie

Despite the fact that Henry’s mom is dealing with a lot, but she’s still here for her son. That’s so sweet! We love supportive moms!

Catherine is so nice to Alex and that’s just so sweet.

I have a feeling the meeting with Queen Mary’s not going to go well.

Would she technically be Queen Mary The II? When dose the books timeline diverge from our own? I mean Anne Boylen is mentioned, and it seems the rest of history is mostly the same so I’m going to guess it diverges around 2015 ish. That would mean that she is Queen Mary II

Dose Trump exist in this timeline? It dosen’t really seem like it. So dose he not exist at all or did he just never get involved in politics? Dose Hillary Clinton exist? I mean she must exist at least as a former first lady but did she- none of this actually matters. I mean it’s what I thought about but it’s not important to the book.

Queen Mary is the worst! Not only is she homophobic but she’s also racist! Boo! Hiss!

Look I don’t want to be that guy but there might be some parallels between the fictional Queen Mary and the really Queen Elizabeth. And this came out before Meagn and Harry talked to Orpha. 

It’s also probably not a coincidence that this queen is named Mary, which is also the name of Mary I- half sister to Elizabeth I, and who is often called bloody Mary. 

I just want to give poor Henry a hug. He dosen’t deserve this bullsh*t

Catherine really is a good mum.

Yes Henry stand up for yourself sweet boy!

Alex dosen’t need you permission to do anything ma’am! (Queen Mary) He dosen’t even have to bow to you! I googled it out of curiosity one day, Americans- and any non-brit for that matter- don’t have to bow to the Queen or King of England 

 Philp shut the f*ck up, nobody aksed why are you even here?

I watched the movie, so I knew what was coming, but it was so much better and more heartwarming in the book somehow.

The Alex and Henry were here banner got a good laugh out of me.

Look I know this whole thing seems pretty cheesy, but straight people have the whole Hallmark Channel, queer people should get cheesy romance too!

Yes Catherine! You go future queen!

Philp! Shut. The. Fu*k. Up!

Bea is the MVP for getting Philp the hell out of there.

Okay that mural sounds stunning! I hope there’s fan art! I’d do it myself but I cannot draw, like at all.

I wish that headline was real! Also is Dykes on Bikes is a real thing? Oh my gosh it is! And it’s a motorcycle group! I don’t know why I thought it was a cycling group, it being a motorcycle group makes way more sense!

I love that June bought merch, also I would a thousand percent buy and wear a “History, huh?” t-shirt. Both in the book universe and in this one.

Uh where the f*ck is Nora? What is she doing? Is she okay?

Lol, I love that Nora just bursts in, and addresses the President of United States by shouting her first name.

The Richards campaign! They’re responsible? Invading people’s privacy and outing them for a political campaign is just a whole new zip code of f*cked up.

Wait! Wait! Rafael Luna told Nora about the leaks! Holy heel-face turn batman!

I’m so exited for Henry and Alex to be together publicly. 

Okay this books timeline/universe is clearly better than ours

No Trump (or at least he’s not involved in politics)

A gay prince 

A bi first son

A beloved high profile same sex couple 

No Covid

I’m really impressed by June’s speech writing abilities

I love Amy! She’s the best!

Amy has a WIFE? Just when I couldn’t thought she couldn’t get better! She’s been gay the whole time! Why am I just learning this now!

Amy is trans too!

After a quick google search I learned that Amy was played by a trans actress in the movie! That’s amazing!

 Cash is pan! Damn Helen and Zahra are the only straight ones in the White House! 

“Stupid Sam the Eagle face” got a good laugh out of me.

Okay so Senator Luna actually that bad, but he did switch sides, so I’m going to keep prediction point.

Okay nevermind, he was double agent the whole time! I’ll give back my prediction point I’m back down to 7.

Holy Sh*th Richards is a truly terrible person. He outed two young adults and he abused/ is abusing/sexualy exploting his staffers! What a POS.

Henry staying in the Queens Room- which is Dolores Umbridge of pink- made me giggle. But is makes sense, the internet tells me it is named after the many royals who have stayed there.

It makes me so happy that Alex gets to do all of the official royal suitor things!

I’m just so happy that these two get to love each other publicly now. 

The youth shelters! 

Why is Philip here. Go away!

Okay, maybe I was a bit harsh, Philip is at least trying to be nice.

Nora and Alex getting exited about their futures is so cute!

The jacket is a really nice touch.

I audibly squealed when June said she got a book deal.

It’s sweet that the candid photo is the one that got published.

Out of everything in this book I having the hardest time believing that Texas voting blue.

Henry wearing a tie with yellow rose tie, because of the yellow rose of Tx is so adorable. 

Liam! I was not expecting that! 

  Liam reaching out to Alex after he got outed was really nice of him.

Okay, we must protect Spencer at all costs 

I can relate to June stress eating.

Cash dancing on the chair made me giggle!

Amy is still the flipping best!

I think Zahra gets a pass for making out in public. She was incredibly stressed like two seconds ago.

Henry bought a place in Brooklyn! Squeal! 

Zahra is going to need the worlds longest nap after all of this

Henry being on stage during the victory speech! Oh my heart!

The double meaning of we won is just brilliant! 

Alex and Henry in Alex’s childhood home is so adorable! 

#red white and royal blue #book thoughts #books and reading

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It's time for episode 5. I know there's an outing and a shooting this episode. Let's go.

Like why would no one tell Palm Nueng was allergic to alcohol? That kinda seems like a big thing because being like YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HIM FROM DRINKING makes no sense cause he's an 18 year old kid. He's gonna want to drink, Palm wouldn't think that was weird at all.

Okay Palm's dad is an ass but I also feel bad for him? But what does he mean by Nueng's dad saved Palm's life? Does he just mean by employing him so he had money to send to Palm? I need answers bitch!

Not Nueng doing like riding lessons or whatever. Dressage or some shit. The wealthy just jumped out of him.

"You should look at me when you talk to me." If looks could kill you'd be dead Nueng. Palm doesn't want to see you right now. You acted an entire ass and he got his ass beat and he's mad at you and you also have a boyfriend.

Oh here's Ben. NOT PALM HAVING TO SIT THERE WHEN BEN AND NUENG ARE ON A RICH PEOPLE DRESSAGE DATE. And I would like to take back 52% of my Ben hate cause he's being nicer to Palm right now than Nueng is.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WROTE A FOOL ON PALM'S CAST. NUENGDIAO. This is not how we handle our feelings!

Nueng saying "this isn't a date, calm down." My guy you said he was your boyfriend last episode. What are you doing. Also I can't take him seriously in this outfit. He's just carrying that little helmet and wearing those riding boots and a polo. He looks ridiculous. Ben really does like him to still think Nueng is cool.

NOT PALM HAVING TO ACTUALLY FOLLOW THEM ON THIS DATE. The audacity of Nueng. I get it's Palm's job but the audacity of Nueng.

NUENG HAS A RIDING CROP. Palm. Please. Want more for yourself. Maybe you should just go for Maggie. She's cute and not doing like fucking dressage and getting you beat in a alcohol fueled jealous I CAN YOU LOVE rage.

Maggie is spitting straight facts and, while I still wish she'd realize Palm isn't into her like that, someone needs to say this to Palm. Her absolute "this bitch" when she saw Nueng wrote fool on Palm's cast. I know that's right.

Okay. I'm gonna be less mad at Nueng because he bought Palm shoes as an I'm sorry but also baby you can't buy your way out of this. Palm doesn't want to be your sugar baby. Which is like valid but also Palm baby.

YES THROW HIS WORDS BACK TO HIM. But also my heart is hurting for them both now. Nueng's like obvious jealously at any mention of Maggie is just like. How is Palm not realizing this?

This bullying is like so much. Like banners from the ceiling, flyers raining down. Good lord.

Oh my god. This is gonna be bad I know. Ben's poor little face. Also like damn they don't play. "How could this happen?" They're just teen's kissing. Good lord.

Oh my gosh Ben. Ben. Baby. Ben's father is The Worst. "My son is the class president he'd never kiss a man." What does being the class president have to do with this? Ben looks like he's about to puke. I get why he lied, I'm not mad. My heart is breaking for both him and Nueng.

Also I know it's cultural and I know homophobia is everywhere, but as I've said before about Palm's dad and I'll say again to Ben's, most people would be happy to know their child is being taken in by a kind rich man. lol

Hi Chopper. You look sketch. I don't know if it's cause you were the one to out them or if it's cause you went to hold Ben's hand. I want to believe it's the second but like. I trust no bitch but Palm. Not even my own wife Chopper.

Oh baby. Nueng. This breakdown is just. Oh baby boy. Just hug Palm. He genuinely likes you, I promise.

They really just stayed up there all day. Did they at least call Nueng's mom?

Not Palm's broken arm being healed by the power of gay love.

Palm telling Nueng a genuine apology means more than an expensive gift. You should get both baby. He's gonna keep fighting his sugar baby status and he doesn't have to.

I feel bad for Nueng cause he thinks Ben just used him, but Ben genuinely likes him, I think. Palm saying Nueng loves Ben and Nueng being like I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT LOVE HIM. I laughed.

Palm is out here like "what if I give you a better first kiss? Completely altruistic, it's for your own benefit." My guy. They really are both just playing themselves. lol

This kiss is like a million times better than Ben's and I'm screaming. They won't even touch each other with their hands and it's so much better. Please. Get married. Adopt two cats and a dog. And now they just have to sit there like that wasn't a Grade A kiss and didn't really mean much.

Palm telling cheesy jokes to make Nueng laugh.

Palm's dad sitting in that chair about to make an awkward turtle.

Aww, Nueng's mom really just loves him so much. And of course she knows what happened at school Nueng. It's why she's having this conversation about vegetables. Because she loves you. No matter what you eat.

"Are you dating? You can't date. You must focus on Nueng." See Mr. Palm's Dad, he will solve that problem by dating Nueng himself. But I don't think his dad is gonna vibe with that. Oops.

Once again I ask, why does Palm not have a tie? I WILL ASK THIS EVERY SINGLE EPISODE UNTIL I GET AN ANSWER OR THE SHOW ENDS.

NO MRS TANYA IS NOT ABOUT TO DIE NO SHE IS NOT. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I can't even care about their hands because like Bad Bitch Tanya better be okay. Also like damn they're just kids. Like Nueng is only 18. Palm is around there I'm guessing? This is Rough.

Okay. That preview better mean Nueng's mom is alive. He clearly won't get to see her but I can't imagine he'd be on a beachfront vacation with Palm's flop mom holding hands and shit if his mom was dead. I WILL CLING TO THIS.

I will also choose to believe Chopper looked so sketch when Ben said he's gonna fuck up the person that outed him not because it was him, but because he went to hold his hand and that's a Big Moment.

I also would like to say I take back all the mean things I said about Ben and I feel so bad for him. He's the bad guy in Nueng's story right now, but he had no choice. His dad is out here like MY SON IS THE CLASS PRESIDENT AND A STRAIGHT HE'S NOT DISGUSTING. Meanwhile Nueng has his mom completely accepting him. And now that Nueng knows this I'm hoping he won't be as upset with Ben. But Nueng's also not like the best with feelings and reflections, lol.

This show. Amazing.

#never let me go #shit is picking up and I'm still confused as to like what the actual plot of this show is #but I am having such a great time #Palm is still the only one I trust #i mean I guess i trust nueng too but that's just cause i don't think he knows anything #like he doesn't know shit about shit so he's trustworthy by default #I just know Mrs Tanya better not be dead #she better not be okay #regular clyde