#rather than get dogs they enjoy and do sports because they enjoy said dog

[darkwood-sleddog]

i cannot stress enough that even if you intend to do sports with your dog, even if you intend to work your dog you should get a type of dog you can enjoy living with WITHOUT sports and/or work. Dogs cannot do sports/work forever. Sometimes they need a break from sports/work due to injury. That is just a reality and you are going to have to live with that sportless/workless dog (even if temporary).

#dogblr #dog opinions #look. i just think people get dogs to DO sports #rather than get dogs they enjoy and do sports because they enjoy said dog #my enjoyment of my breed's quirks (including negatives) does not falter if they are unworked #me: again getting on my 'teach sport dogs to live regular dog lives' pedestal #there's a balance yall #anyways my breeder posted videos of slash's mom and grandma at 11.5 and 13 respectively still looking amazing and having fun #just doing walkies and zoomies and stuff #old lady things #and there's just as much enjoyment in THAT as there is in that accomplishment of good work/good sport

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Brave [2 of ?]

Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader

Summary: As you begin to acclimate to life in the pack, your new leader seems to take a keen interest in your ability to survive. 

Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse

A/N: i really hope you guys enjoy this next piece! mind the warnings ❤️

You run your tongue across your chapped lips before reaching for the skin of water hanging from a long strap across your shoulder. The liquid inside is over-warm from the sun hanging mercilessly overhead, but you are grateful for it still. 

Where are we even going?

The river had been days ago—three, perhaps four at your best estimation—and the pack had been pushing on ever since, riding out into the grass sea further than you had ever thought possible. When you had asked, your father had told you simply that there was nothing out there, his breath stinking of ale as he reminded you to keep your mind to your housework, else he would ensure you found out for yourself. And now, for all the fates cruel humor, you had found out anyway. 

You had been spared death at the river, but the same luck that had kept you breathing now also bound you to the blue-eyed-orc and his pack. You had tried twice already to sneak away in the darkness, only to find yourself practically nose to nose with your captor, his eyes bright even in the dark.

Dangerous out there in the dark, Sweetmeat, he’d said, turning you around with one huge hand on your shoulder, tapping the flat of his blade against your backside as your cheeks flamed with hot anger and embarrassment. If you’re looking to raise an army for vengeance, you should ride in daylight. Even now, your face heats with anger. You had no intention of riding to the capital to raise the alarm—even if you knew how to get there, you doubt anyone would care for the fate of a tiny village in the borderlands. 

You slip dangerously in the saddle, yelping as you grab for the reins, righting yourself. You had never ridden a horse before now, much preferring to watch the huge beasts from afar rather than subject yourself to them up close. The stallion beneath you seems to know it, tossing his head irritatedly as you pull back haphazardly. 

“I’m afraid the saddle is too big for you.” The voice startles you, and you almost slip down out of the saddle again as you whirl to look at its source. Mirthful blue eyes meet your own. “We shall have to find you a smaller one.” 

You glare at him, your mouth stubbornly shut. 

“Oh come now. Are you still angry about last night?” He makes no effort to hide his amusement. You keep your jaw locked, refusing to answer—which only serves to amuse him further. Finally, your ire loosens your tongue.

“You would have killed me three days ago,” you bite out through gritted teeth. “And left my corpse in the dirt.” 

“Aye,” he answers, cocking his head. “Yet I did not.” Somehow, this enrages you even more. 

“You hunted the others for sport—” You half choke on the words. “You ran them down like dogs.”

“What use is a lame horse, Sweetmeat?” He asks. “Or a dog that won’t hunt?” There is no derision in his words, only indifference. “I cannot ask my riders to carry that burden.”

“So you kill them.” 

“Aye.” You see reflected in his eyes the same cool apathy a wild dog might give a rabbit. “Would you ask a wolf to apologize for feeding its strongest cubs, Little One?” You bristle, but he continues before you can speak. “Perhaps because it is removed from you, you do not see it. But I have seen it. I have seen your great cities of men, and the bodies that line the ditches of their streets. There is death for them everywhere.” You want to deny the truth of his words, but they settle on your skin like oil. “Better a quick death by my steel than a slow one beneath the heel of the man you call King.”

He stops his horse, and you mirror him, watching the orc warily. 

“If you wish to return to it, you’ve my blessing to do so, Sweetmeat. May you go and die in whichever way seems best to you.” 

You are overcome with the urge to dig your heels into the stallion’s sides and take off, to cut through the swaying sea of grass like a clean blade—but you hesitate. 

Your life in the village had been one of little note and much misery; tending to your father as he sickened himself with either too much ale or for the want of it as the days ground on and on. You’d felt little sorrow at his passing, considering he’d blacked your eye only three days prior. There were, no doubt, several villagers that had escaped on horses of their own, racing back toward the mountain to warn others of the orc-pack roaming the borderlands. You suppose you could rejoin them—the same people who had watched as your father’s druken rages consumed him and done nothing to help you. 

Your skin prickles with distaste. 

“No?” He asks after a lengthy silence. “Then let us ride on.” 

You watch sullenly as he takes his place at the front of the group, the other riders falling into a loose line behind him. 

—

No one offers to help you as you struggle down from your horse when they break to make camp, and you drop unceremoniously to the ground. For the most part, the rest of the pack ignores you completely, regarding you with the same indifference one might pay a rock as they go about setting up their bedrolls and hobbling the horses. They dwarf you as you all line up to fill your water skins, and the one with chestnut hair—-the blue-eyed-one had called him Buck—narrows his eyes at you. 

“What’d you do to earn water today?” He sneers. “Get to the back. We’ll see if we have any left for you.” You dig your heels in gritting your teeth despite your fear. The protestation is there on your tongue, but before you can voice it, someone else speaks instead. 

“Give her the water, Bucky.” The blue-eyed-orc rests a hand on his shoulder. 

“Steve, she will do nothing but slow us down and rob us of our food, our water—”

“Calm, Bucky.” He holds up a hand. “The human will hunt tomorrow, and tomorrow she will earn it. Tonight, give her the water.” For a moment there is tension between them, a charged current you can’t see, but it soon breaks. Reluctantly, Bucky fills your water skin, shoving it into your hands with a grimace. 

“It was fine to give her Roth’s horse—he fell, he’s got no need for it now,” Bucky spits irritatedly. “But Tarrath’s a fortnight’s ride from here. She’s going to need to earn her water.” He frowns at you. “Like the rest of us.” Steve nods his understanding. 

“Aye. She will. Consider it half my portion.”

Angrily, you shuffle back over to your horse and begin unstrapping your bed-roll from its back. Nothing has been said outright, but you sleep away from the others, setting your roll up at the edge of camp. You know you aren’t welcome. You know you shouldn’t care at all for your usefulness, but you aren’t sure you’d fare any better wandering the grass sea alone. Your horse—Roth’s horse—stares down at you judgmentally while you wind the length of rope around his front legs, and you frown deeper. 

“Even the blasted horse,” you mutter, kicking aside a few loose rocks as you lay down the roll beside him. You don’t know how to hunt—it wasn’t as if your father had taught you, and you doubt he had the knowledge to do so in the first place. There is large bow strapped to the saddle, thus far untouched by you, and gently you undo the bindings. It is heavier than it looks, and you hold it aloft clumsily, the string biting hard into your fingers as you struggle to draw it back. 

“You won’t catch anything like that.” 

You don’t turn to look at him. 

“You didn’t have to give me your water. Steve.” He chuckles at the sound of his name on your lips. 

“I won’t be doing it again, Sweetmeat. So you’d better learn how to use that thing.” This time you do turn. He is closer than you anticipated, and you squeak with surprise as he plucks the bow from your hands with ease. “Hold it up, like this.” He draws the string back, the muscles rippling across his bare chest. “This is the sight, here, this notch.” He runs his thumb over the place where the arrow head will sit. “Come.” 

When you don’t move, he grips your hands firmly, winding them around the bow. 

“Like this, put your hand here.” His hand curls over yours, covering it completely. You’re practically trembling when he pulls away, your palms sweaty against the lacquered wood. “One last piece of advice, Sweetmeat.” 

“What?”

“Don’t miss.” 

to be continued

next

#chris evans #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfiction #cevans fandom #cevans fic #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers au #steve rogers x y/n #captain america #boxofbonesfic #bones drabbles #Orc Au #Brave fic

[bengiyo]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by quite a few of o you over the last few weeks, including at least @telomeke. Sorry this took a while, but I've been distracted.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically yes. I have my father's name as one of my middle names because my mom said we didn't make enough money for me to be a IV.

2. When was the last time you cried?

WATCHING GOBLIN TWO DAYS AGO OVER THAT DOG.

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I'm not opposed. It's just something I view as part of a partnership and I don't have one yet.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played baseball as a kid, but everyone around me knows how to play basketball, football, and soccer.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but mostly to make highly-referential jokes for queer people.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Generally their mood. I find myself reading body language to see what kind of interaction I'm about to have.

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown. I'm melanated.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I am Black and gay. I get enough real moments where my fight or flight instincts get triggered without seeking that out for fun.

9. Any talents?

Maybe? I seem to remember the years that films came out pretty quickly. I generally have a pretty good memory, am a solid communicator, and feel like I'm pretty quick at problem solving. I am also a very good warthog driver in Halo.

10. Where were you born?

This is a security question, but I'm from the US Gulf Coast.

11. What are your hobbies

I love D&D, and have moved to Pathfinder 2e recently. I'm still having a ton of fun with the hobby. I like building stories with my friends and having those stories evolve out of the drama of adventuring. I'm also a queer cinephile and avid BL fan. Other than that, I'm a fan of cities. I spend a lot of time thinking about urban flood adaptation.

12. Do you have any pets?

My roommate has a cat. His name is Bahamut. He can be rather loud.

13. How tall are you?

I'm a short king! I'm 5'5"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Math and history. I like problems with mostly clear solutions and I like knowing where we came from. I'm kind of obsessed with the Bronze Age Collapse.

15. Dream job?

I don't dream of work, but I would like to devote my energy into sustainable urbanism. It'd be nice if I could make a living doing that and also enjoy my hobbies.

I think most folks have done this by now, but tag back if you do it after seeing mine!

#tag game

[amethystina]

Oh man!! The latest chapter!!! The angst was angsting, pain was paining, heart is wrenching, tear is falling, it was soooo mean, but do it again!!!

It was the longest chapter and ironically the most painful chapter as well. Have I said how much I love slow burn and angst and this fic hits home everytime?? Likeee woah I just LOVE how this fic is LOOONG , nowhere near close bc that means I get me read it longer lol.

And I feel like I would never be able to appreciate how much hard work you put in Who Holds the Devil.

I am guessing it is now Ga On's turn to pursue Yohan and Oh man I can already imagine how much he is gonna suffer while doing it 😭 or maybe not (bc he tends to be pretty straightforward at times and impulsive as well) but I believe it's gonna be pretty hard bc Gaon has so much shit to get together and Yohan, my man, already gave up (poor him) so gaon trying to persue him or rather seduce his sugar daddy would look very suspicious to him. Nevertheless I am exited to see Gaon try and miserably, comically and hilariously half fail bc he will succeed eventually as Yohan is too much of a loser for Gaon lol. I am excited for future chapters and definitely wouldn't complain about more angst lol.

It was necessary for this to happen, otherwise the story would go nowhere and most importantly Gaon and Yohan would go nowhere, their problems will never be solved. Sometimes hitting rock bottom is crucial to develop in life BUT I would hate it if it happens to me, hope I will be able to get my shits together before that happens ( or maybe it already happened but I am not relizing it or not acknowledging it much like gaon but he is better than me ngl at least he has the courage)

This became a rant about me naur 😭

Lastly I hope you have a great day and things work out for you 💕

Also idk if it's your cup of tea but My Happy Ending kdrama is sooo good and worth giving it a try. It's a psychological suspense drama hehe. I am soo invested in it nowadays so couldn't help recommending you as well 💫

It was a painful chapter, yeah. And I'm both relieved and heartbroken to finally have it out there. As someone who doesn't actually like angst, this chapter was a struggle in more than one way. But it's necessary if I want their relationship to move forward, so here we are.

At this point, writing Who Holds the Devil has sort of turned into a second job, not going to lie. I still enjoy it, make no mistake, but I have to plan all of my other hobbies around it since I feel an obligation to post somewhat regularly. Like, I've been postponing drawing for the past two weeks because I wanted to get this chapter out (that's how long it took to edit, yes) but drawing is the thing that helps the most with my depression symptoms (that have made an unwanted reappearance due to my burnout), so I've been struggling quite a bit. And now all I want to do is draw for a couple of days.

So yeah. I can't lie and say it's not a lot of work, both in terms of planning, writing, editing, etc., but also how it affects the rest of my life. BUT I just love it too much to give up on it ;)

And yes, Ga On will have to be the one to pursue Yo Han now ;) Or, well, eventually. He has to wallow and overthink things a bit first because, well, Ga On. If overthinking things was an Olympic sport, he'd win the gold for sure. But he WILL give Yo Han what he wants in the end, I promise.

In short, the "the only way after hitting rock bottom is up" saying is pretty apt in this case.

There's still hope, so just hang in there :)

I looked at the plot for My Happy Ending but I admit it didn't really catch my attention. But that could be because I don't really watch much right now? I'm too busy writing and drawing. I'm also trying to finish a drama I started ages ago called Mad Dog. Which, let me tell you, it's disorientingly gay for a drama about insurance fraud. But unlike The Devil Judge I'm not sure if they're actually AWARE of how gay it is? (especially since it's from 2017)

But, like, if I had a penny for every time I've watched a drama in which a traumatised, older man brings home a reckless, bratty twink after said twink got injured — under the pretence of protecting him from more harm — only for the twink to start snooping around his house before deciding to charm the dude with home-cooked food and then just doesn't leave I would have two pennies. Which isn't a lot, but it's still weird that it's happened twice.

Also, what the heck do they want me to think when they have these kinds of angles when the two dudes are arguing?

That looks questionable both in and out of context. BUT that could also be because Woo Do Hwan could have sexual tension with a goddamn rock. Rarely have I seen a man with so much "fuck me and find out" energy as his character in this drama.

But the twink also has a romantic plotline with the woman on the team, at the same time as he's living in the older dude's apartment and giving this poor dude all kinds of conflicted feelings because he's a widower who's lived alone since his wife and kid died and suddenly there's someone in his apartment cooking him food, nagging at him when he comes late and drunk etc. etc. Like, bruh. It really sounds like the twink is his new wife? And I am SO CONFUSED because the drama plays it so straight (without the "hint, hint, nudge, nudge" winks that The Devil Judge had) that I'm about to have an existential crisis.

Fellas, is it gay if this is the face you make when you're told you're not actually living with the man who took you home to keep you safe after you almost got murdered but then you accidentally behaved like his concerned and doting wife?

Asking for a friend.

(and don't even get me started on the whole "Bring Your Twink to Work Day" scene)

At this point, I'm half convinced I'm gaslighting myself into thinking this is gay when it's actually just a really heartwarming story about a really deep bromance that I'm too queer to understand.

ANYWAY. Thanks for the rec! But I'm not sure if it's my thing and I'm really bad at watching things right now. But I'm thrilled to hear that you're having so much fun with it! I'm happy for you! :D

And thank you so much for the lovely message 💜

#Amethystina Replies #1-boiledpotato #Who Holds the Devil #Amethystina Writes #I swear #Watching Mad Dog is so very disorienting #Because it's genuinely SO GAY to me #But I've seen no one else so much as mention this #Is it just because the right people haven't watched it? #Or am I going crazy? #Who knows at this point #Sorry that this answer became more about Mad Dog than Who Holds the Devil #It's just been weighing very heavily on me lately xD #I AM SO CONFUSED

[whereismyhat5678]

HEEEEY, PSSST!

(do you have more headcanons???)

Oh yeah *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for some PEPPINO

(OKAY IN ADVANCE- I wrote A SHIT TON below the cut, and I think because of this I have more headcannons for Peppino than Gustavo- SO PREPARE YOURSELVES- Oh! And I also added Pep and Gus mixed headcannons at the bottom so if you just wanna see those you’ll see this emoji: 💕 Alright thanks! And enjoy :00)

- I said this in a reblog-, at this point I think I hc him a lefty, I KEEP DRAWING HIM AS ONE SO FUCK IT-

- Oh sports are his life support, it’s his saving grace HE LOVES SPORTS- mainly football and soccer (he used to play soccer in middle-high school) THIS MAN SCREAMS AT THE TV “GOOOAAAAAAAAAL” WHEN SOCCER’S ON (he’s just like my dad for real- :0)

- He definitely listens to old fashioned Italian music, his mother raised him in it HE WILL DIE WITH IT IN HIS BLOOD. But he also likes other types of music (he mains Depeche Mode-)

- He has the most dankest most messed up shat up car you can ever imagine that’s STILL GOING, he treats his car like his child though, he cleans it and is EXTREMELY careful with his baby (He listens to his songs in there and bobs his head when he has a song he likes, but he looks really serious, like he’s gonna kill someone- but he’s still enjoying himself)

- I should also mention that he SUCKS at driving, man has a drivers license yet he’s dog at it?! This is also why his car is so jacked up because he kept crashing it when he was younger- I think he’s cooled down now but he still can’t park right- This is also why he rather would take his pizza delivery motorcycle or Stick just drives him (since he’s funnily enough the only good driver-)

- His house is pretty small, and a bit tight but it’s okay once you get used to it, he tries to stay organized but at times he does tend to leave clothes on the floor. Of course his garage is the cleanest thing known to man, a bunch of flags (a big ass Italian flag-) and signs that say “Man’s garage” or “Man cave”. He also has another fridge full of beers and sodas.

- Have I mentioned he likes beer?🍻

(- And when Peppino’s drunk he’s either two things, a silly drunk: he’s doing stupid shit-

….Or a flirty drunk 👀🔥)

- He still has his war gear in a closet, he keeps it for memories (the GOOD ones) and just cuz he thinks it might be important still.

- He keeps a shotgun underneath his bed (for protection of course-)

- He also has a punching bag in his basement, a big ol’ red one, and he has it there to take his anger out 🥊🔔

- I think he has a bit of anger issues, not too severe! Just that he can get mad easily if stuff just isn’t going right, which is also why he HATES The Noise and Pizza Head, they’re too chaotic for him-

- When Brick was gonna stay with them Peppino initially just wanted Brick away from him but he ended up like one of those Dads that have their pet on the couch watching TV. He also play fights with him too like: he’ll pretend to punch him or he wrestles with him for fun-

- He’s an asshole when he wants to be, one time he was eating with his friends at a McDonalds and they were getting breakfast, motherfucker ate half his friend’s hash-brown and put the half he didn’t eat outside the wrapper to make it look normal. (He did this when he was a teen but he can still be an ass like this-)

- He uses a lot of Italian hand gestures, he uses his hands A LOT he practically talks with them-

- He speaks very aggressively in Italian, the amount of times people thought he was angry and yelling at them even though he was just telling them to hand him a napkin. It’s hilarious, Gustavo is the only one to understand he’s not angry, he’s just talking- 😂

- This even applies to when he’s talking in English, HE STILL YELLS- Like his voice is a big BOOM, yeah he can calm it down but it’s still relatively loud, he’s only ever quiet when he NEEDS to be quiet-

Okay now for some Peppino and Gustavo together x] 💕💕💕

- Gustavo’s species has their own language but they can pick up on other languages pretty quickly, so when Peppino wanted to teach him Italian he started slowly and BAM 💥 not even a month passed and he’s speaking fluently! Peppino’s jaw dropped literally-

- Gus can speak his species language at times but only ever to himself.. He usually talks in English and Italian around Peppino (Gus when he’s angry talks really fast in his language, it’s best to just leave him be until he calms down…)

- They speak Italian to each other sometimes, they switch between English and Italian regularly, but they speak English mainly. They WILL however yell at each other in Italian, mostly so no one can understand their conversation if there is people around

- AND FINALLY- like I said with the Italian hand gestures, Peppino uses them A LOT, and he mainly uses them with the other Italians and Gustavo, BUT MAINLY Gustavo. He taught him every gesture in the book so Gus knows what he’s feeling just by hand gestures.

Even some…. Special ones 👀…..

OKAY THAT’S IT-

#Pizza Tower #Headcannons #MY HEADCANNONS??? #This time with Peppino WAHOO- #I’m so sorry for writing so much my god- #I wrote a whole ass essay down there- #I’m very passionate about every headcannon about Peppino because these were all inspired by my Dad- 💀 #I SWEAR THE STORY ABOUT THE HASH-BROWN MADE ME LAUGH- #I am also very passionate about the hand gestures- I’m so tempted to draw him doing Italian hand gestures- I WILL DO IT AT ONE POINT I WILL #Hehe alright I hope everyone likes them I spent a lot of time on this-

[dearsonyeondan]

No words,

Knj, long term love confession 😤🤌

not sure if i grasped this request right, so if you're not satisfied please let me know so i can do it the right way! thank you for being patient!

꒰ ꒱ pairing: quarterback namjoon x introvert!plus size reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: 1.5k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): suggested themes, his hand is in her panties, head over heels reader, introverted reader, sexy kim namjoon, orgasm denial (for the reader i'm such a tease i know).

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy!

it was annoying. 

the traffic that surged around campus during friday nights was in no doubt due to football season. you hadn’t been a sports lover yourself, but your friend had done her best to make the cheerleading team and you promised you’d make it to her first game. 

promises were something you were regretting to keep. 

it took you 25 minutes to find a park that wasn’t hogged due to the students tailgating and celebrating what would be their first win of the year and others were just because the people on campus couldn’t park. regardless, you were present right on time when the first kick off occurred and the lights shined so bright that you swore it’d give you a headache. it was important to support your best friend, one of the first plus size cheerleaders that’d been given a chance on a team that lacked diversity and color overall. 

you snapped videos and pictures throughout her entire routine and her poses, giggling to yourself when she’d forget that she was being watched by hundreds. you’d gone to a popular private institution, so a lot of the crowd around you had been rather surprised at the lineup this year. her smile was the only reason you’d go for being in this insufferable weather around these insufferable people. 

“how’d you enjoy it? i can still feel my heart fucking pound from the crowd!” your best friend said, causing you to laugh as you snuggled each other to the entire car. you had nothing planned for the night other than some boring movies and wine, your specialty. “so.. cheer captain invited me to this after party..” 

“ugh! don’t tell me you forgot about tonight!” you scolded her, a frown on your features. 

“no, no i didn’t! i just figured we would do something different. don’t you get tired of being in the house and drinking expensive wine?” she asked, shaking you by the collar. 

“no?” you genuinely answered. she scoffed and continued the walk to your car. 

“oh come on! that’s the issue. we’re in our 20s at college living like our moms! it’s time to get out. it’s time to get fucked!” she yelled to the top of her lungs, passerby parents gasping at her exclamation. of course, she apologized. 

“no, no and NO. i’m not stopping my greys anatomy rerun to go to a party that’s gonna get shut down and smell like hot dog water. i refuse!” you said as you climbed into the driver seat. the entire duration home back to your apartment, she had convinced you to attend the party. boys weren’t your interests, so she couldn’t get you there. drinking? you could do at the house. 

but kim namjoon. 

he was the reason you’d dressed up in a dress that clung to your thick figure and snuggled you in the right places. he’s the reason you’d styled your hair in the cutest way you could remember. the blush, the light foundation and the contour — he was the reason for all. there wasn’t much to be said about him — except the fact that he was a walking sex God. 

he’d been your crush since freshman semester of college where you went up against him in a college debate about the state of the forests around you. of course, you had minimal interest in nature but seeing him be so passionate about it was beautiful. he even surprised you when he’d be the long lasting quarter back of your college football team and had been good at it. you suffered your first one-sided heartbreak when he made the college romance magazine with the rival of your college’s dance team. he’d given you motivation to date again when she broke it off and got exposed for cheating. 

everything surrounded him. 

were you obsessed? absolutely not. you were hooked. 

you shared a class about social justice with him and often times, your professor would throw you for a doozy when she paired you two. he stared at your breasts unapologetically when he thought you weren’t looking at he often flirted just to hear your terrible giggle. you were left confused because you had no idea if you were friends or if he wanted to fuck. 

whatever it was, you’d be down. 

because of him and his presence, you’d been in the kitchen watching him from afar as he tongues some girl down because of a dare given by his classmates. you didn’t want to be the center of attention and you definitely didn’t want to block your best friend that was being felt up on all her curves by the school’s sweetheart — park jimin. so you remained in the kitchen where you leaned against the counter and sipped from your drink. you’d been so deep into your phone that you hadn’t realized that namjoon was calling your name as he entered the kitchen, a blush creeping at your cheeks at his arrival. 

“__, you’re out at a party?” he said as he filled his cup up, looking over your revealing outfit before smiling to you with those sinful, deep dimples. 

“i was dragged out, honestly,” you said and he nodded, downing his cup before refilling it again. “so erm.. did you ever finish that research page?” 

namjoon looked to you and then he laughed, throwing his head back and stumbling as well. you’d kill to know what had been so hilarious. 

“no, no. we’re not about to talk about social justice 302 while there’s a party going on around us. come on,” he said as he grabbed your hand and walked you to the area where most of his frat brothers and football players had been. “guys, this is __! she’s a good friend of mine and i’m relying on y’all to help her have a good time. okay? no funny shit.” 

surprisingly, everyone had been nice to you coming in on his circle. there was one girl who had given you a death stare — her name being jennie or something — but you didn’t pay it any mind. you had namjoon’s hand in yours and fuck was it so soft. 

two hours into the long and drawn out game had you’d been given your first dare. “alright how about this, __?” jennie said, looking at you with a look in her eye that you ultimately despised. namjoon pushed back his long locks out of his face and raised his red cup to his lips. it was no telling how many drinks you’d had. “i dare you to put namjoon’s hand in your pants for 2 minutes. in the yellow closet.” 

your breath caught in your throat and the surroundings “oohs” did not help. the yellow closet was the infamous closet of this frat house. most people who entered and exited left obsessed in a one sided love or formed a new love. you looked to namjoon who was rubbing at his neck with a flush at his cheeks. expecting rejection, you’d just agree to do the 10 shots that had stacked up from no one else taking them during their turns. however.. 

“come on, start the timer jen,” namjoon held out his hand in a way that felt like he was asking for consent. the way you didn’t hesitate should’ve been embarrassing, but all you could think about was the fact that you enjoyed self-care and getting waxed earlier in the week. 

he led you to the closet with a slow pace, taehyung following behind so that he could knock and let you know when the time was up. the closet was a tighter fit than you’d imagine, back up against the wall with a namjoon towering over you. “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” he said. 

you shook your head, “no, i want you. i’ve uh..” 

“you’ve liked me for a while huh?” he asked and you could feel the air around you get tighter. stand up, stand up! “i notice the stairs. i talk, you blush. you check me out. i check you out.” 

you could feel his fingers against your inner thigh and stopped breathing. “breathe, baby.. i can’t ask you on a date properly if you die right here.” he said in your ear and you swear you could hear your heart pounding through your ears. he slipped his hands into your pants with ease and caught his own breath when he felt how wet you’d been. 

“take me on a date?” you asked once his finger ceased the rubbing at your slit. 

“yes. maybe to one of those drive in movies you like. you come there too often on my work shifts.” he said with a chuckle and the vibration caused stimulation at your soaked hole. “sorry, sorry. i guess this is a weird time to say i think you’re the most prettiest girl on this whole campus?” he confessed. 

you looked up to where he’d been talking, a smile breaking out onto your features as you laughed. of course it was a terrible time, but it was the best time. it seemed like the yellow closet had worked in your favor. 

for now. 

#namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #networkbangtan #bts fic #bts smut #namjoon smut #bts x chubby reader #park jimin #bts au #bts fanfction #bts one shot #bangtan

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Part 5

The Murphy family of Milo Murphy's law is in my opinion the least developed of the main families, due to the shows focus on school shenanigans and a time traveler subplot, not helped by it’s relatively short run time (H&G is already at 23 to MML 40)  But the Murphy family, tied together with the hereditary Murphy's Law is an extremely important element of the show. How the family bonds because of it and how even those who don't suffer from it make allowances in their life for those who do.

Milo values his father's advice immensely (as a fellow sufferer of EHML). Sara, while often a bit paranoid, and sometimes plans events around avoiding her father and brother, loves them dearly and makes sure to include them in things important to her. Brigette is shown to enjoy extreme sports and change, but still finds her husband and son exhausting at times.

While most of the extended Murphy family only features in the Christmas special. Beyond Milo's parents, sister and dog, he also has grandparents, an aunt, uncle, cousin and ancestors. These characters are all delightfully charming in their own right. His grandparents are constantly talking over each other so they are incomprehensible unless you're focusing on one, his aunt and uncle are somehow more positive than Milo, and his cousin is in denial about the whole thing. Sheriff Murphy’s attitude. Each member of the Murphy family showcases a different way of approaching the Law. Grandma Murphy is a bit of a badass, presumably necessary when raising two sons with Murphy’s Law. Martin became a safety inspector and chooses to be a bit more cautious, using his condition to his advantage all while managing it to the best of his ability so it causes less damage otherwise. Joey chooses to frame everything going wrong in the most positive way possible, as it can’t be things going wrong if you refuse to acknowledge the events as negative. Meanwhile Nate ignores it and tries to live his life out as best as he can without acknowledging that the things going wrong actually aren’t more than normal troubles and therefore easily manageable. Grandpa depends on family traditions and taking pride in Murphy’s Law to give it meaning, to make him feel empowered in living with it.

There's also a cousin Reggie who Milo mentions once as having painted the Mona Lisa that's hanging in the Louvre, but he's unseen and probably on his mom's side. (The Louvre is in France and there is kind of an implication of French heritage on one of his grandmother’s sides, so he could have family in France. It could easily be Grandma Murphy, which would be funny if she, a Danger married a Murphy. But there really isn’t enough information to make any assumptions and it’s probably more coincidence than anything).

Many of the episodes are about the family. For instance, there’s the family vacation episode, the roller disco derby episode and the episode where Sara and Milo go after shirts they believe to be important to their mom. And even in episodes not just about the Murphy family they still often make appearances, such as in Picture Day, Goulash, or Love Toboggan where the Murphy family may set the scene, providing motivation or the goal.

There’s something to be said about how despite the Murphy family being inherently unusual, and carrying that label with pride, how normal they really are. Brigette is shown to want normal mom things, like half-decent pictures of her son, or beating other mom’s at Goulash competitions, while knowing full well what she was getting into when she married her husband (and even otherwise may even like the excitement Murphy’s law may provide). Sara just wants teenage girl things like her date not going totally wrong, or getting to enjoy a movie premier. Even Milo and Martin are shown to be rather normal and annoyed by their condition at times. Martin likes lattes, and gets worried about their insurance premiums. Milo worries about his future and getting held back in school, gets excited when meeting celebrities or about learning. And of course Diogee may be the best dog in the world, but other than his penchant for getting himself anywhere in the world when Milo needs him, is an extremely ordinary dog. And both Milo and Martin at least are shown to enjoy skiing and really the whole family seems to enjoy just getting out and doing things. So much of Milo Murphy's Law is the Murphy family doing ordinary things just with Murphy's law throwing some curveballs in. The Murphy family is at their core, a normal family.

Even when Milo isn’t spending time with his family, he carries his family in a lot of what he does. Milo constantly brings up his fathers extremely specific sayings, and constantly making references to the wild stories his family has lived through. Milo goes out of his way to invite the Murphy’s to Christmas, he brings up his family as the thing he loves most immediately when asked. Sara carries her family in her love of Dr. Zone, a fan because of her father, and making space in her fandom for her brother and his condition.

The Murphy family is more defined by blood than the families in Phineas and Ferb due to the fact Murphy’s Law is a hereditary condition, and thus the blood relations is something that brings them together rather than relationships forged in absence of it. In Phineas and Ferb family is the similarities despite surface differences, and love despite relationship tensions. In Milo Murphy’s Law it’s the differences despite surface similarities, and love despite external problems. But that doesn’t mean that blood is the end all be all in Milo either. Far from it.

#mml #milo murphy's law #murphy family

[storybounded]

15 Questions For The Writer

1. Are you named after anyone? Off of tumblr, my family named me after a character from the soap opera, 'D.ays of our Lives'.

2. When was the last time you cried? Mmmm. Christmas eve? Not going to divulge in that though haha. Just out of frustration.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yes, though I try not to use it against people who I don't know or who aren't keen with it. But if I hear someone use sarcasm, I'll do it right back.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Mainly what clothes they are wearing. Or if they have a cute bag. Or listening to them react to their environment, whether it's positive or negative.

I can't look into faces of strangers I don't know. I know in interviews with a stranger for a job, it's a lot different, but I still have to force myself to give eye contact. Otherwise, it makes me physically uncomfortable if I don't know a person. So my eyes are usually drawn by colors of apparel first, or the sounds going on around me.

6. What’s your eye colour? Hazel Green

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings rn. I cannot physically stomach scary movies (or even shows with 'everyday' scary themes currently, but I know I will get back to those eventually).

But I was ruined with scary movies in 4th /5th grade when one of my old friends forced me to watch em'. I never recovered and C.huckie still is the stuff of nightmares to me, I cannot look at a baby doll the same way again 😂

8. Any special talents? ...falling up the steps rather than falling down. I swear, the amount of times I do it. Even my dog does it from time to time ( though she is very fine, she just slips on one step up but never falls completely.)

9. Where were you born? USA, Georgia.

11. Have you any pets? I am on my second pupper! First one passed of old age after high school, and I got the second a year and a half later and she is still going strong 😊

12. What sport do you play/have played? Oh my god. I am a limp noodle when it comes to sports and I don't play anything currently. I would be 'THAT kid who would be the last one to be chosen' type of bad LMAO

When I was little, my parents tried to force me to do sports, which is probably why I hated them for so long (though I have grown to appreciate them a decade ago and will not say no to trying out new things).

I know I did gymnastics in like...early elementary school years...I have a few plastic participation trophies from them l m a o. But I honestly cannot remember anything about it but the big foam cube pool. Ballet, but that did not last long at all despite also having two or three participation trophies. Little me HATED it. I felt so embarrassed wearing those frilly tutus during recitals... I was not that kind of little girl. It even came up during Christmas recently, and my grandpa admitted to me that I NEVER looked like I was having fun during those show recitals, I always had this look of ' 'I have no clue what I am doing' and 'why am I here' while my mom and grandma always raved about how cute I look in that heavy makeup lmao. Because apparently I never looked out to the crowd, I always watched what the other kids were doing and tried to keep up. 😂 I think I must've been like. 5 at the time.

I think?? I did one lesson with horse riding, but even though I enjoyed it, I was never taken back to it. But I was so little and I realize now that costs are expensive l m a o.

I think I went to tennis practice two times in elementary and was done. They tried to put me in cheerleading classes, which was laughable, I did one class and said no. Karate...was more interesting in middle school since it was the first time I chose it, but I was frustrated that I could never remember what to do during performances and my parents were never supportive anyway since they wanted me to be in the "girly girl" sports.

All in all, all the personal sports memories I have are rather negative, which was unfortunate.

13. How tall are you? 5 foot 3 inches. s m o l l.

14. Favourite subject in school? Other than art, I loved when the football coaches in high school taught history because they made it fun.

15. Dream job? I would absolutely love to do something with my art. Currently, taking baby steps to make them feel achievable. Current SMALL dream is to open up an etsy to run on side while working a job. I got a heat press to make shirts, and I got a cricut to make all sorts of others things.

tagging: YOU tagged by: @yukikorogashi (thank you friendo!)

#&&. the author speaks ( ooc ) #&&. memes ( answered )

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

thank you for the tag @merrigelblogs! 

1. Are you named after anyone? - I am not! At least not that I know of. Thankfully, while I don’t particularly love my full name, it can at least be shortened to a decidedly less feminine form, which is a massive blessing.

2. When was the last time you cried? - Legit this morning, I watched a proposal video that was v sweet and I got weepy about it. I’m a Pisces, it’s basically my day job 

3. Do you have kids? - No, I gotta be like WAY more on top of my own shit before I can think about being responsible for another human being like that!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? - Y...yes.... but I work hard to only use it to highlight the ridiculousness of a situation rather than to belittle what someone has said

5. What is the first thing you notice about a person? - Clothing, mostly! I am that person who is out in a crowded area and tries to read what everyone’s graphic tee says, in case it’s something I recognize. I like to know where I can connect with people!

6. What’s your eye color? - Green/grey-ish! 

7. Scary movie or happy ending? - Both?? Can I say both?? I like watching horror and I like watching comfort movies. It really just depends on the movie!

8. Any special talents? - I can quote the Sonic the Hedgehog OVA almost word for word because my sister and I watched it so often as kids. (So....no LMAO)

9. Where were you born? - Oklahoma! And then we immediately moved away and I never ever went back LMAO

10. What are your hobbies? - Recently? Reading (lots of SF/F), writing, playing FFXIV and d&d and a smattering of a few other video games, and generally being a menace to people online!

11. Do you have any pets? - I do! Two black cats named Gizmo and Kitkat, and a dog that some family friends found wandering around in the woods outside of their house! Her name is Beau. :> Here’s a picture of her begrudgingly sharing a bed with Gizmo. (Kitkat is not there because the only person in the whole wide world she likes enough to cuddle with is me.)

12. What sports do you/have you played? - Once upon a time, I played soccer, but that’s pretty much the only thing I ever did long term. Most of my free time in school was dedicated to marching band, which technically isn’t a sport, but demands your attention like one. (I played trombone!)

13. How tall are you? - 5′9″!

14. Favo(u)rite subject in school? - English was and will always be my favorite subject, but I DID rather enjoy my anthropology classes in college! Shoulda done more of those back then, they were delightful.

15. Dream Job? - I don’t think it’s really viable as an option for me, but I’d love to work for a literary agent. I just wanna hype people’s work up as a career, and help them navigate the process of getting it out in the world! I think it’d be neat. :>

Bonus: any significance to your blog's name - my nickname in college was Frenchy, and I have had a particular fascination with different kinds of sea-related things quite literally my entire life. also, nothing else I tried was available

Tagging @phoenix-failing, @blujayonthewing, @urdnotgrunt, @ghilegab​, @nuclearanomaly​ and anyone else who feels keen to waste some time! Only if you’re feeling up to it, naturally :3

#about me #hush frenchy #i stayed home because i felt Like Crap today so this was a nice distraction!! thank you!!

[runner5anna]

Hello Hello!!!

My ZR obsession is back in full force and I want to consume as much as I can about other's Five and Abel head cannons :)

For the ZR ask meme you just posted could you do 8, 18, and 22 please and thank you, you can choose which characters you share the info for xx

Haiiii I am so happy your ZR obsession is back in full force because same here <33 I am going to do my runner 5 my lovely Johanna because I can

8. Bad memories/experiences

ANGST ANGST ANGST! There is a few. Poor 5. I think canon is as a lot of bad experiences to be honest. :( I have forced a lot of issues on my poor 5.

She prefers cats so much as an adult is because she had a bad experience with a dog at Mullins. So she is cats all the way.

Sam tries to get her to he friends with Bonnie the dog and that’s about as far as he’s got with ‘make 5 friends with dog so I can get dog’ mission he has. 5 will sit with bonnie and pet bonnie, but does not like to spend more than a few hours with her.

5 had ended up having to put down her own zombie brother - Adam James Taylor. It was her second zombie kill. That was a pretty big bad experience.

18. Things they’ll never admit

Johanna will never admit that she did not want to be a runner, and that she bloody hates team sports. She’s been terrible at sports for ages. She would much rather sit quietly than put up with the noise and the heat. In primary school she used to hide at the back of the line on sports day so she didn’t have to compete. She used to skip sports day simply because she hated it. PE was her personal hell. She👏🏼does👏🏼not👏🏼like👏🏼sports👏🏼

She accepts running as a solo sports. It’s the one sport she enjoys, and she often aims to only do it on her own. This is the only acceptation to her ‘I hate sports’ rule. In her own eyes, she would have much rather stuck with her nursery job that she had as a teenager. She prefers gentle walks in the forest and yoga for sports.

In another time line - Anna becomes a paediatric doctor at Abel to help take the pressure off of Maxine.

22. People who’ve influenced them greatly

Sara Smith! The lovely lady herself.

Sara smith trained 5 in self defence, using weapons, generally being a badass, and not wanting to cry as soon as she leaves the house/her tent. 5 is like a duckling following Sara around. She’s imprinted on her.

Paula Cohen my beloved. Paula explained to 5 that bisexuality was a thing making 5 very shocked that the only options where not just gay or straight. Also they are minecraft besties.

Also Lobatse!! Lobatse was the one that said ‘I think you have autism’ and making 5 go ‘no I don’t what you on about.’ And then on second thought go ‘oh shit no she right.’ So thank goodness for Lobatse my beloved <3

#zombies run #zr #runner 5 #runner five #5anna #sam yao #zombies run! #5am #abel township #my runner 5 #ok also but #writing runner 5 was a way of me realising how heavily I was masking 😭 #so thank you runner 5 for being my little badass <3 #THANKS FRIEND <3 #zr! #zombiesrun

[jfleamont]

15 QUESTIONS

Thank you for tagging me, @uncertainwallflower and @annabtg (who tagged me on my main blog @pennyrigby) 💜

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, my mum just loves greek mythology and liked the name Leda. It's a bit of a pain in the ass when I meet someone new and a) they never get my name right and b) they don't know the myth behind it. (Side note: I pronounce it 'Leh-dah rather than 'Lee-da')

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, watching a tv show.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Absolutely.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their voice.

6. What's your eye colour?

Brown.

7. Scary movies or happy ending?

Neither? I love thrillers but I wouldn't call them scary per se. I do enjoy a well made horror, like Hereditary, Midsommar, Us, Get Out, but mainly because they have great perfomances and great plots. Happy endings in movie are fine as long as they make sense.

8. Any special talents?

I play a bit of piano (self taught) but honestly, all I can do is learn and play the chords to songs I like. I sing too, but again, not well. I speak four languages and I'm trying to learn more, but I don't think of this as a talent.

9. Where were you born?

Italy.

10. What are your hobbies?

You know, the usual. Reading (mostly fics lately), writing (when inspiration strikes), listening to music and watching movies. As I said, I play the piano and sing too but only when I have the time which is almost never.

11. Do you have any pets?

A dog and a turtle.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I tried a few things as a kid (ballet, swimming, maybe volleyball?) but I've never felt any joy playing them, so I quit very soon. I don't think I'll ever be into sports.

13. How tall are you?

1,66 m which is, what? 5'4 or 5'5?

14. Favourite subject at school?

Probably English, or languages in general.

15. Dream job?

Never had one, still don't have one and I think that's okay. Honestly, i just want to get paid and have enough time to dedicate to my friends and my hobbies.

I'm tagging @prongsismyfave @lilyjamespotter @constancezin @redrobyn285 @blondelunaa @emeralddoeadeer @enigmaticemperor @thatsbitchcraft @agere-agender @leatheronvenus @cordovabox and whoever wants to do it 🤍

#15 questions #jfleamont rambles #thank youuuuu #also it's okay if I tagged you and you don't feel like doing it ❤️

[k--havok]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

@ceph-the-ghost-writer tagged me in this game which I am so happy for since I've seen it being passed around for a bit now!

A lot of my mutuals have done this game but I'll see if I can tag some new people: @dogmomwrites @atlasprieto @saintedseraph @rachaellawrites @menagerie-of-monsters @faelanvance @winterandwords @writing-moth and an open tag for you!

Alright, let's get to it then!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am named after a Star Trek character since my mom is a huge trekkie!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Um probably the other day when I yawned really big, it makes me tear up haha. Before that, not sure. Probably when I had a meltdown back last Sunday if that doesn't count.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, not at the moment. And unfortunately due to the yeehaw state this choice has been taken away from me :) thanks Greg.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It's my main language unless I'm at work.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This is gonna sound bad but usually their age and physical ability. But I also work in a hospital so usually I need to immediately see whether or not the patients will be needing any assistance on any given day. Beyond that, I'm a face person so usually a person's facial features.

6. What’s your eye color?

Boring brown unfortunately.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

You say this as if scary movies cannot have happy endings. But honestly it matters on my mood. Scary movies are like a comedy to me so even if it's not happy for the characters, I'm usually busting a gut.

8. Any special talents?

I can fold my tongue backwards and flat against itself. I think that counts?

9. Where were you born?

North Texas (yeehaw)

10. What are your hobbies?

Well... writing, reading, digital art, Magic: The Gathering, video games (I like a wide variety), cooking/baking, building Legos, and sex/BDSM if I'm being honest lol

I want to get into painting mini figures too altho my hands shake. Haven't had the time to sit down and start yet tho!

11. Have you any pets?

I currently have two wiener dogs that are the loves and lights of my life.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

...Marching band IS a sport and it is a hill I AM willing to die on. I played clarinet! But that's it... I am hopeless when it comes to most sports due to how clumsy I am.

13. How tall are you?

65" or 5' 5"

14. Favorite subject in school?

So high-school wise that's easily History if I am being honest. (Partially because it was the only class that wasn't "flipped classroom" and I didn't have to write bullshit essays). I also really liked biology but unfortunately my teacher(s) HATED me since I never paid attention in class but still got all As.

In college... I really enjoyed my Anatomy and Physiology class. I also took a class on ECG/arrhythmias and I really liked it as well. I also really enjoyed my American History classes in college and my Creative Writing elective.

15. Dream job?

I am blessed to be currently working my dream job. It's a tiny and niche field tho so I'll leave it up to ya'll to figure out what I do based on context clues.

That being said, in the future I do want to eventually get my license to do EEGs. Also debating on getting a degree in Respiratory Therapy as well, but mainly to make more money if I continue to work with CPAP patients. I lean more into the neuroscience of my field rather than the respiratory/cardiovascular side tho. Plus I wouldn't have to go back to school to get licensed in EEG, which is nice.

Lots of decisions but I have the rest of my life to figure it out so I'm in no rush.

#About me #writeblr community #15 questions 15 mutuals #15 questions 15 mutuals tag game #tag game

[nikos-oneshots]

for the event! Can I get kil for 12, 20 and 24? Ty!!

100 Follower Event: Kel

Add-Ons: 10, 12, 20 and 24

Requests Open for Event!

CW: OMORI SPOILERS

Name of Character:

Kelsey / Kel

Nicknames:

Kellogs (Hero, Mari, HS!Aubrey), Keller (Omori, Hero)

Gender / Pronouns HC:

Cis Male | He/Him

Sexuality HC:

Pansexual! He has a lot of love to give!

Age:

17 (See Gen Hc

Height:

6'0

OTP:

Probs either Sunny x Kel or Aubrey x Kel

BROTP:

HERO AND KEL!! Also Basil x Kel

NOTP:

Hooligans x Kel (And Hero / Mari x Kel, but that's obvious

Fav/Gen HC:

He is 17. I know it's canon that he's 16, but I like to think that he's 1 year older than the others. I think somewhere it said that he's the oldest out of Sunny, Aubrey and Basil, but his birthday is Canonically in November, soooo.?

Platonic HC:

If he's making a new friend and they are sort of difficult to befriend (shy, mean, etc) he will just talk about random stuff to them. Like, he will just run up to you and say "Hey! I saw 2 dogs on my way to find you and one was pregnant and they let me pet them and it was amazing!" Then he will go on about the new season of a popular TV show.

Romantic HC:

He learned romance from his brother with Mari, Even if he has never been in a relationship. Before Mari passed, Hero gave him lessons on what and what not to do, the best date spots, and how to set a romantic mood. He's not really the romantic type like Hero is, but he is in his own way.

Add Ons!

10. Past/Memory HC:

Has had multiple pet rocks as a Kid, other than just hector, he had like 10 others that he lost. They were mainly the first ones he had, but then just kept throwing them around because he was a kid. The only reason he stopped is because he hit somebody in the head with Matthew the Second and he was confiscated. He has no memory of any other rock besides Hazel, Matthew, Matthew the Second, and Hector.

12. Love Language:

Giving and Receiving quality time and Words of affirmation with a heavy preference for quality time. Spending time with him is how he knows that he's wanted. It's not that he will break up if you don't spend time with him, its that he will make you do it. He will show up at your house and kidnap you. He also likes the small things rather than the big stuff. He would prefer you two to go to the park and teach you how to play basketball than you two going to a fancy restaurant.

20. Insecurity:

He is a picky eater. Like I might be projecting here, but you can't tell me that Orange joe wasn't one of his safe drinks. Hero tries to make him eat the stuff he cooks, and he does try it, but one bad feeling and the whole ball of wet food is in his hands. He hates how he doesn't have a wide range of foods like a normal person should, but can't bring himself to like a lot of foods.

24. Childhood Dream:

Of course, his childhood dream was to be a Sports Star, but I'm going to pick something else. I'm gonna say he wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to be the cool teacher he didn't have in grade school. He still had a passion for sports and specifically wanted to be a gym teacher. Once he found out that the people playing basketball on TV were actually working, he dropped the teacher thing.

Tysm for participating in my event! Kel was really fun to write for! I was already doing Kel for the any fandom one, but then the other request came into my Inbox, so instead of doing a different character, I thought it was a good idea to combine them! I hope you two enjoyed it!

Lots of Love

- Niko 🥞

#omori x reader #omori headcanons #omori #omori game #omori kel #kel omori #kel x reader

[captorsicallfriends]

Right so pretty much-

It was a lovely day. The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. Mosquitos were having an orgy on every available surface. And my friend and I were enjoying our ice creams we bought from the school tuckshop. Could this day truly get any better? Oh goodness, how convenient, a group of teenage boys have come to enjoy the day with us! "Hello divine creatures of the earth, what questions are you pondering on this beautiful day? I'm so grateful to walk and share the land with which we exist, god, what a blissful morni-" "oi ya friend's got a fat arse innit bruv?" Oh.... Oh I see....... Yes.... Good morning to you too, holy blessing of which I exist in the vicinity of. God fucking damn it I hate this school. Also why are you British all of a sudden we're in the middle of the Australian summer where are you boys coming from I swear you had an Aussie accent the other day now all your friends are turning British which is arguably the worst philosophy you can choose like what So anyway my friend just so happened to hear this which must have been a massive mood booster I'm sure 🙄 but I said to her "dearest friend of mine do you give consent for me to drag this fucknugget to hell and trudge him back a tarnished rag of sweat and entrails?" And she was like "yea sure idc go wild" and like. You know when you're dog is a fucking crack addict and probable serial killer and you throw him stuffed toys on occasion to watch him rip it to shreds while foaming at the mouth with the spirit of Satan and all 10 deadly sins (greed, lust, pride, envy, gluttony, sloth, wrath, advertising, police officer, and Sagittarius btw if U even care) ripping through his eyeballs and turning them to lasers while he tears through the suffie's throat and lights it on fire, which is of course a normal human experience shared throughout humans which I am. I am a normal human and have normal human life experiences. I can be trusted with the bouncy rubber balls because I am normal. A normal human who has not eaten half of one as a dare in primary school and had to sit in the nurse's office for 2 hours. I would not do that because I am normal. Ok good? Okay. So yeah that was gonna be me with this poor fucker in a second. So there I was: storming over there faster than the white ladies at the McDonald's storm over to the manager's office. I didn't know what I was gonna do once I got to this kid but it wasn't gonna be glamorous. And as I got closer I realised that my 5'1 ass probably didn't stand a chance against a kid who looks like he does hard drugs and is willingly on a sports team. Fuck. But oh ho ho what do we have here,,, it seems a rather large and pointed stick is conveniently lying on the ground in my general direction. Excellent. I'll spare you the details Diya but what I will say is there was a lot of "holy shit this bitch fuckin' mental ay G" and "god damn bruv calm down you on ya period ay dog" and a distinct lack of "wow that person sure looks hot chasing that frat boy around the school oval with a stick while reciting the communist manifesto and spitting on his shoes I wonder if they'd like to get tea with me and maybe kiss a bit idk" honestly Diya the things I'm robbed of. But anyway once I was done torturing disciplining this child I went over to the only other frat boy who remained and threatened to snitch on him to his mum if he watched shit like that happen again and did nothing. Saving humanity one girlboss at a time ig ✌️✨ but yeah don't do crack kids or do idk none of my business if you need a dealer my dog's been living with me for ages I'd appreciate if he'd get off his arse and get some money or something but yeah U didn't hear it from me (you can find me in the nearest sewer btw bring cookies) yeah okay peace love U baaiiiiii 💖💖💖

things like these are precisely the reason your alias is insane anon.

#diya answers #aight baking you some cookies to bring #anyway which sewer hole should i drop them off at #anon

[god-whispers]

may 8

idols in our life or ties that bind

"God is the Lord, and He has given us light; bind the sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar." psa 118:27

yes, it’s easy to scoff and say, “no way would i place an idol over God.  those people must have been so easily influenced!”  but the truth is, we have a long list of idols today.

idolatry, by its definition, is when someone or something becomes #1 in our life, surpassing God.  idols are formed when we substitute “time with God” with “time with [insert idol here].”  even good things can become idols if we aren’t careful.

a few examples:

1. sex.  a most precious gift from God to the bridal couple — not to be opened until after marriage — is the sexual union that not only leads to intimacy but also to the fulfillment of one of His first commandments to man and woman: be fruitful and multiply (gen 1:28).  today the sexual union has left the closed-door bedroom and hit the political stage.  it has been tainted and violated and abused and used to abuse.

2. technology and entertainment.  we simply cannot live without our cell phones, our laptops, our smart tvs.  what if we unplug and miss something?  like pavlov’s dog, we hear the notification ding, and we immediately look.  we cannot take a trip without our laptops or ipads or kindles, and heaven help us if our televisions don’t come equipped with all the latest apps, which we will scroll through ad nauseum because the sheer volume has left us unable to make a simple decision.  other forms of entertainment that can become idols are video games, music, musical instruments, or sports.  how much time do we spend being entertained, all by things which will pass away, rather than being in the presence of God, who will always be?

3. money, which is not bad in and of itself.  it’s just metal and paper, really.  but to pursue it above all else turns it from what we need to make purchases to what we cannot get enough of.  paul said, “the love of money is the root of all kinds of evils” (1 tim 6:10).  and so it goes.  many of us today are concerned about economics and justifiably so.  but do we put our faith and hope in the provision of stocks and bonds, or in God?

4. careers/status.  sometimes we cannot climb to the top fast enough or make the top high enough.  we earn a degree, and we want another.  then another and another.  education is a good thing to have until it becomes all we seek after.

5. relationships.  falling in love is wonderful but when the object of our affection becomes more important than God, we have made that person into an idol.  spouses, parents, siblings, friends, even our children can become idols when time with them becomes of such significance, we have no time for God.

6. creature comforts.  when i read the acts of the apostles and dig into biblical history to understand the hardships the men and women who carried the good news of Christ to the world went through, i am saddened by what we think the world owes us as today’s ambassadors.  we are not to pursue comfort; we are to pursue God.

7. our bodies/ourselves.  nearly everything in today’s advertising world tells us to look younger, work out more, dress sexier.  we have made our bodies into idols that must be looked after, pampered, cared for, and pushed to the limit.  we have placed our identity in ourselves — who we are and what we look like — rather than in who we are in Christ.  of course we esteem our bodies as the temple of the Holy Spirit but not to the extent of glorifying them.

other idols can be fame, influence, “things,” hobbies, etc.  we each could create our own list.

remember, none of these things are wrong in and of themselves.  there is nothing wrong with enjoying a hobby or working out.  there is nothing wrong with earning money or purchasing trinkets.  there is nothing wrong with sitting in first class rather than coach - or owning a coach purse.  but when these things come first in our lives, we’ve created an idol.

our uttermost devotion and desire must be towards Christ.  the greatest commandment says to put God above all else.  only then can we give love to our family and friends like they really deserve.  Jesus had some hard sayings.  "follow Me, and let the dead bury their own dead." matt 8:22 - or - "he who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me.  and he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me." matt 10:37

remember lots wife; a warning we all should heed.  she looked back at something with longing and missed out on her salvation.  i came by today to encourage you to break out, lay aside the ties that bind, and seek the Lord with all of your heart and most definitely, love the Lord God with all your heart, soul and mind.

[auldmusician]

The Importance Of Team Sports

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a baller. 

It's a spring Saturday morning. A couple of morning joggers check their apple watches for whatever it is people check when jogging, a group of sportswear clad 40 to 50 somethings are mimicking the moves of a woman stretching, people walking dogs, people drinking coffees and analysing the week gone by. The basketball courts at Finsbury Park are full. Friends and strangers from all walks of life gather. Some heated exchanges and some juvenile messing around and a few doing some serious basket balling.  A lifeless body lays facedown to the side of one of the courts. The group from the court closest all stare over at the body. A couple of them run over to check. Some looked concerned overs look just normal and eager to get on with their game. 

So, there lies a body.  A body of a young (not young) man. The body of a man that once had dreams. Dreams of actually going out and playing basketball with other people that enjoyed playing basketball. He set out to achieve this dream no matter the cost.  Well, he had achieved that dream, but turns out the price was a little higher than what he saved for.  Lets go back about 6 months and  find out where it all started and how we got here. 

I'd been eager to start playing basketball again. A few things were holding me back. 1) Team sports scare me 2) Since I'd stopped drinking as much I'd become increasingly bad at talking to strangers/making new friends/keeping current friends/all social situations 3) My fitness and being self conscious about my body/size etc. I always saw myself as the little, skinny whipper snapper and because I seldom look in the mirror I could convince myself that was the case, but on the court when you're playing with a load of new people that don't know each other and don't know names, then the way to talk to or about the person is to use physical cues.  'Pass it big man' 'Defend the big man' 'Hi big man'  'Defend the guy with the bad hairline'  'Don't let the out of shape guy get away from you'  'don't defend the guy with the children's socks on, he can't shoot anyway so don't waste your energy as he is going to miss whether you defend him or not'  And that sort of thing  I started doing the same, but I said nice things instead.  'pass it to me big blue eyes'  'Mark the guy with the nice T shirt'  'Make sure you defend that guy, he's doing really well and great at shooting, not only is he really good he seems like a really nice person'  And that sort of thing 

Team sports from an early age filled me with fear. On Saturday mornings before the weekly football match for my village I'd be praying the other team didn't turn up or the pitch was water logged, so I could stay at home and watch Live and Kicking and hang with Mum.  I use to love being on the bench. Which worked out well because that was often the position the manager said I'd really excelled in.  I must have made it easy for the manager, because when you are coaching kids you need to make sure they all get some game time and each get a chance starting the game to make it fair and keep the cold, tired, over competitive parents happy and interested. But as I was happy to volunteer to start as a substitute and the manager was happy to not have me playing, it was win win.  So most Saturday mornings, I'd sit on the grass cross legged and daydream  of being in the studio, shooting the shit with with Jamie Theaksten and Zoe Ball. 

I gave up team sports when I got to secondary school. Things were getting a little too serious and a little too aggressive for my timid ways. I was however drawn to the world of WWF wrestling, I think I was drawn more to the soap of it all rather than the fighting. I know, I know it's not real fighting you tell me and I think in secondary school I was aware of that, but one of my earliest memories was going to watch Summerslam 1992 with my Dad at The NEC or Wembley and I was a little less clued up. I was only 5 years old and I remember being so nervous that the wrestler I wasn't cheering for would hear me and come and 'get me' or 'kill me' So, I would chant 'I don't mind' to every match. That way I could stay neutral and by not taking sides if they did hear me (We were sat so far back there were binoculars kicking round) then they couldn't 'Sharp shooter me to death' because I was clearly saying, I don't mind who wins. So when everyone was chanting for 'Bret Hart, Bret Hart, Bret Hart, I would chant 'I don't mind, I don't mind' and say it so quickly that the syllables squashed together to match what others were saying.  This is probably my earliest memory as a human being and it really does explain a lot about my character and personality and existence.  But anyway, I loved wrestling for a bit, then lost interest like most things, but for some reason Basketball has always been a big love of mine, but I'd never really played it with other people, because I was never friends with anyone that liked it

So back to 6 months before the body was found at Finsbury Park basketball courts. 

I have joined a 'recreational' basketball league and I am on my way to the first game. Before I'd paid my £60 I emailed in advance to explain that I hadn't played in 10 years and only want to join if everyone was a beginner/very bad. I was assured this WAS the case. I realised within 2 minutes of being there. This wasn't the case. Everyone was pretty good and strong and competitive. The main problem I have with team sports is that I don't like to let strangers down.   I'd grown accustomed to letting my close friends and family down, but to let a stranger down seemed unthinkable. I knew the physical aspect was going to be a challenge, but I hadn't prepared for the mental challenge. Instantly I volunteered to start on the bench as per usual.  The mental challenge was then also thrown a little curveball as I turn up and Andrew Garfield is in our squad. I am going to be referring to him as 'Garf' as that is what he introduced himself as and what we called him. If you are gonna talk about him though I'd stick to 'Andrew Garfield' as it was kinda an exclusive friend sorta thing so just to save confusion I'm calling him 'Garf' but when I say 'Garf' you should still think 'Andrew Garfield' as I don't want you to think you can also refer to him as 'Garf.' Thanks for understanding.  Garf  was there with an American friend who I think was also an actor, as I Kinda recognised him. He was very serious and what he lacked in sense of humour he made up for in very lovely muscly arms to skinny body ratio.  Garf however was very lovely.  It was wild witnessing how the social dynamic and how people act when you are on a basketball team with a Hollywood actor. It was quite the social experiment.  People's bodies all face towards him when we are sitting down, people complement him more than they complement others, we were all the Gareths to Garf's 'David Brent'  We hit it off straight away. We were absolutely having what I've been told can only be described as 'Superb banter' Being an amateur rock and roll star myself and after meeting at least 3 celebrities before I was pretty much on the same wave as Garf. Unlike the rest of these losers.  We were getting on very well, laughing and chatting about being a creative (I brought my guitar in once, when I didn't have band practice, just so he'd ask me about it)  The thing was, I couldn't give a shiny shit who he was and I don't much care for famous people for just being famous (the exception to the rule being the night I met Michael Stipe In a bar in Berlin, but that's a story for another day) But I was of course aware that he would have influence and people love the guy so if I could become best friends with him and get him to like me and my music then it could really be game changer. He could save my music career and if I just so happen to become best friends with a Hollywood actor in the process then that was a risk I was willing to take.  So when others in the group were creaming themselves over the guy and sucking at his teets every chance they could get (one guy said it was an honour to have him on our team and another guy drunkenly left a voice note on the group WhatsApp one night saying how much they loved Hacksaw Ridge and how much they loved Garf), I played the cool game. 

This worked for a bit. 

But then things took a turn. 

We actually started to play basketball. 

And in real time I could see everyone including Garf lose all respect and interest in me as a person because my basketball skills, knowledge and ability was probably the worst they had ever seen.  I'd turn up to the games and to practices and each week I could see it was a pain and effort for any of them to speak to me. These were proper sporty boys. I was the weak link. I was like a little Antelope Tryna be friends with the lions.  I noticed Garf was speaking to the other boys a lot more. He became very good friends with the guy that drunk dialled his admiration in front of everyone. THAT GUY. that guy works in IT and quotes the Hangover and went to see Drake live (I mean, I like Drakes' music but you wouldn't pay to go see him sing live would ya? If he was at a festival you'd have a dance, sure, but just a Drake concert? C'mon)  That guy and Garf became closer and closer and I was becoming a ghost. The thing that THAT GUY had, that I didn't? He was our best player. People love someone that is good at sports. It's obvious and it's in the American teen films, but it was strange witnessing it as a 30 year old.  Me being so, so bad at basketball had an actual affect on how these boys saw me as a person. They thought less of me, they don't like talking to me, jokes weren't landing that were landing before. The American guy I mentioned before, literally couldn't look me in the eye. I was down trodden and we were only 2 weeks into the 8 week season. 

I needed to change things. 

(Montage Music upbeat, playing)

Cut shots of me playing basketball and getting ever so slightly better. 

So the Saturday before our final game, I was a completely new person. I understood the rules and tactics a lot better, I was making screens and playing the pick and roll and making shots often. We had our biggest game coming up. We were 2nd from bottom in our league and we were playing the bottom side. We needed to win to not finish bottom. So we'd decided to head to Finsbury Park the Saturday  morning before the game. 

We start playing and I am on fire, I am on Garf's team and we are linking up for some great moves. We high five and we lock eyes. I think at some point he says something like 'nice one Thom' It was all a bit of a blur.  Maybe this was it. Maybe we WERE best friends after all.  After one shot went in Garf slaps my bum and I laugh and I go to slap his bum in return and in my excitement I stretch my upper body rapidly and my back seems to try to bend in 2 different directions. My laughter turns to an agonising scream! I can't hide the pain. I fall to the concrete.  Face down.  I can't move.  Garf and the best player come over to check on me.  'Are you okay?'  'My back' I say with some effort and my voice breaks like a teenager going hitting puberty hard.  'I'm fine' I stress  I don't want that guy to help me. I don't want to seem weak. I've worked too hard to fail now. 

I was breathing heavy and the boys were keen to start playing again. I tried to get up and 2 guys helped me. They prop me up, one either side and guide me to the side of the court. I ask them to stop for a second and turn me round. They do, but are a little confused.  I let out a little chuckle  'Hey Garf.'  He doesn't hear me cause he's started playing ball again.  I clear my throat.  'Hey Garf' I say a bit louder  He still doesn't hear me.  They 2 guys impatiently shout for Garf too.  'Hey Garf' they shout  Garf turns to us I give the 2 guys evils, as I could have got his attention myself and I didn't need their help.  Garf is looking at us.  'Hey Garf' I say again 'See you at the....'  I screech in pain because the guys had turned me round and started walking me off the court again. 

So I sat there for a bit and watched them practice. I didn't play the rest of the day and I couldn't play the final game either. They won the game though and went out for a celebratory drink afterwards. Which is so cool, I'm so happy for them. 

I didn't see Garf again, but I did message him one day with a link to Auld's debut album 'Mainstream Music' 

Now like at the end of The Social Network film where Mark is checking and refreshing the page to see if his ex girlfriend has accepted his friendship request, I check my phone and swiping up to refresh over and over again. Just waiting for those ticks to turn blue. Maybe he doesn’t have blue ticks on? I’ve heard it’s good for your mental health not to have the blue ticks, but the irony is it's awful for my mental health if ya got them off. So I'll never know if Garf listened to it or if he liked it or hated it or indifferent. I can only assume that he listened to it and loved it. 

Anyway, I’m still waiting and I’ve heard that Garf Is taking a break from the acting to live a ‘real life’ so I’m Sure we’ll get the group text asking for some basketball action again and people will be rushing over themselves to make those Saturday mornings at Finsbury Park. I am of course way too cool for that kinda behaviour, but as RTE doesn't seem to have a version of Live and Kicking to tempt me otherwise, I actually have Saturday mornings free at the moment and it’s just a quick 3 hour drive to Dublin, 50 minute flight from Dublin to London Stanstead, then an hour and half bus journey then a 10 minute tube and a fifteen minute walk to the basketball courts and if I leave at 3am I’ll get a good 3 hours of ball time with Garf and the gang and then head back for 1pm and be back for the 10 o'clock film on FIlm Four plus one. So I could easily do it and I'd be happy to, if he wants me there. 

#famous #basketball #old age #teamwor