#but i cant quite hold it yet

[beemintty]

i feel a bit trapped at the moment... my big adventure is just out of my grasp and the time keeps moving... i'm losing time... I'M LOSING TIME!

[cloud-ya]

Sega managed to give Shadow wings AU before I could

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[aroaceleovaldez]

the only good part about Beckendorf most likely not being in s2 of the show is that it means Beckendorf will remain untouched by the show for now. The bad part is Beckendorf being missing kind of majorly fucks up SoM and particularly Tyson's arc but that was gonna be fucked up anyways so. yeah.

[angelstrawbabie420]

hmm i think i am not coping. very well

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC. MAC. MAC. I'M ON HANNIBAL S2E9. WHAT THE FUCK MAN. this is gettign insane. i don't have much else to say except whaaaaaat the fuckkkkk dude. "i sent a man to kill you, you sent a man to kill me. i suppose we're even." I'M GOING TO START GNAWING ON FURNITURE. wagh. hannibal isn't lying to will anymore, he's just not saying anything because will already KNOWS. he KNOWS. he doesn't HAVE to say anything it's all unspoken. i thought will was either gonna become his partner in crime or hide his crimes from the fbi while feeling conflicted about it but no. it is a secret third thing. and i don't even know what the fuck that thing is but BOY IT SURE IS SOMETHING!!!! also it's getting quite gay?? there may have been straight sex scenes on screen but that is nothing compared to the eroticism of whatever the FUCK is going on between these two. what the fuck man. i gotta go lay facedown on the floor for a bit. i'll start ep10 soon. hopefully finish the season either tonight or tomorrow morning. very looking forward to the season finale. WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!!!!!!!

ITS A SECRET THIRD THING !!!!!! god. season 2 is so. ugh. i think season 1 is my favorite overally but s2 has some absolutely fucking banger moments. yeah. whats gayer. gay sex or whatever the fuck those two have going on etc. god i CANNOT wait for u to see the finale. im not gonna give u any hints but i promise you. You Will Know the scene im talking about when it happens. good lord.

[pois0ncandy]

to everyone here 25+ how do you do it? how do you live? and continue living? how do you handle it? going to work, daily hygiene, eating, proper health practices, social interaction, going outside, maintaining relationships. how do you do it?! how do you live?!? please tell me i can’t figure it out and i’m going insane. someone please just tell me what to do.

[fappellmoan]

something that makes me feel guilty is the fact that seeing that persons face rn literally makes me angry. they walked into class and i nearly winced. and in all fairness they were quite kind to me. outside of the several kind of odd red flags. girl whatever. to be quite frank i am a horny bastard and vocal proud etc but few people interest me enough to actually want to hang out with and get to know And i have deep seated intimacy issues so it's like. we really dont have a shot unless the circumstances r exactly right on a full moon perfect thursday of a month etc like. well and tbh i probably would have fucked around with this person but i dont... care... about some big relationship w them.. and i know i could be a relationship girl like eventually i have it in me to have a muse that's what im built for i think idc but not rn... rn i need to hang out with my friends and do my film stuff and have people that maybe wanna make out sometimes is that so much to ask for. for a lesbian at a bar to want to make out perhaps. ** for there to be lesbians at the bars to potentially make out with.

[marsbutterfly]

tw: pet loss and honestly some grief

one of my childhood cats is dying and there is nothing i can do about it. my heart aches at every second i'm awake and my anxiety has been so bad this past week

[corntired]

LMFAO

I had such a stressful day at work that the app connected to a smartband im usually wearing told me to listen to some calming music as it detected very elevated stress levels.

Lol. Lmao, even.

[brainrotzora]

recent ffxiv livetweeting. spoilers through the end of arr patch quests btw.

[stealchain]

waiting paitently for my dear sweet lovely boyfriend to wake up so we can go to the pet store :3

[sparkelingspectres]

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[sonknuxadow]

i wanna go back to early 2018 and show people this image

does anyone else remember when tangles design was first revealed and people were already deciding she was a lesbian and then other people were like "ughhh shes not gay why do you have to make everything gay " ..... lol. lmao even .

[mrsnishimuraaa]

studio time

PAIRING: riki x fem!reader / reader is 8th member of enha

SYNOPSIS: after a late night practice y/n and riki go and spend some time in the studio to relax (established relationship)

GENRE: smut, fluff

NOTE: reqs and asks are open!! lmk what you guys would like to see/hear more of xo

riki clicks the studio room door closed and twists the lock as you fall back onto the couch, still quite puffed from your long practice.

you simply take a moment to admire the beauty of the man before you, his tall frame moving toward you with that sly smirk on his face that he always has. he takes a seat on the swivel chair infront of you, man spreading immediatly and you cant stop your eyes from wondering to the print shown through his grey sweatpants.

"my eyes are up here y'know" he laughs as he places a finger under your chin, bringing your head up to look him in his eyes. "it looked at me first" you giggle playfully and he laughs at your antics. "yeah yeah just say your a pervert" he's yet again laughing, but this time hes grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss.

your taken by suprise yet you still kiss him back without a thought, melting into the kiss as his hands wander your body, landing on your sides as you snake your arms around his neck and into his hair. his loose tank shirt giving you access to feel his warm toned abs. riki lets out a breathy moan at the feel of your hands on his skin, and before you can even react, riki lifts you up slightly and sits you on the desk that was once behind you. breaking the kiss he admires you "so pretty hm baby?"

he runs his thumb over your lips before slowly pulling you back in for a kiss, tounge sliding into your mouth as his big and cold hands run down your body slowly, reaching your waistband as he tugs on it, you let out a small whine. you feel your pants and panties being slid down your legs and onto the floor. biting his lip in the kiss in an attempt to make him hurry up, the neediness taking over your body as he pulls his own sweats and boxers down freeing his cock.

he pulls back from the kiss, tucking the hair behind your ear as he pumps his cock in his hand a few times , you relax back onto your hands as he pushes your legs open wider " please ki" you beg him, biting your lip as you look up at him. riki folds at the hot yet so innocent look on your face and he just cant help himself, he lines himself at your entrance and he watches as your face twist when he slowly pushes into you.

a smirk paints his face as he starts to move and thrust into you "oh! fuck riki" your head is thrown back in pleasure as he picks up his pace , his long dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your moans growing louder as your orgasm starts to build "yeah? you feel that huh?" he smirks at you again, god he knows you too well.

his hand snaking up to you neck , not applying much pressure at all but the feeling of that, and his way of words drives you insane. "shit riki im gonna cum" you look up at him , your fucked out face turns him on even more "yeah? gonna cum all over this dick?" he breaths out as he moves both his hands to your hips, supporting you and holding you in place as his thrusts deepen chasing his own high.

its not long before you come undone your high pitched moans and heavy breaths fill the room moments before riki's orgasam follows. painting thick white ropes of cum inside of you as your legs quiver. he slowly pulls out with a sharp breath, both sad at the feeling of emptiness but so relaxed after long hours of work, both pulling your pants back on.

as your lifted up once again, the feeling of a kiss pressed against your forehead by such familiar lips "your so pretty y/n" you close your eyes at his words and smile "i love you riki" your beaming smile brightening the room intsantly "i love you more" riki pokes his tounge out teasingly "dont start what you cant finish" you laugh as you try to pounce on him but are so easily stopped by his strength "your so small and weak" riki laughs as he pulls you into his arms embracing you. "oh shut up" you jokingly hit his shoulder.

later in the night riki is woken by the door being unlocked and opened, jungwon and heeseung had come to check on the two of you, "aw how cute" jungwon whispers as riki gestures to be quiet. your asleep on his chest curled up and cuddled into him.

You wake up in the morning in you and rikis bed in the dorm, your a bit confused at first but realise you were carried out of the building and taken home to the dorms.

you may have gotten clipped by fans as riki carried you out of the HYBE building and to the car, but fans only think it was such a cute gesture.

[gyuswhore]

Statistically Speaking...

part of the svt TA collab

[full fic here]

kim mingyu x reader

est. word count: 10-15k [fat chance]

est. release date: 10th September

warnings: TA! mingyu, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], angst, statistics, more to be added in final post

synopsis: In all your years of academic endurance, you’ve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldn’t know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,…it could.

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“Right. How can I help you?”

Pulling out your printed assignment, you bring the sheets of stapled paper to the centre of the table, writing facing him. 

One look at the sparse format of the cover page, Mingyu blows a full mouth of air at the sight of recognition. Without you having to say a thing, he flicks to the very last page, finding the rubric printed on a separate page. 

“It’s a 37,” you inform him like he couldn’t see the bold 37/100 in the bottom Total cell. 

“Do you think you deserved a better grade?” he asks. It would have sounded direct, an accusation even. But he asks with an intonation of genuinity, like he genuinely wanted to know. 

It stumps you regardless.

“Well…I know I can do better, at least,” you decide to answer. 

“You’re here, which means you’re at least willing to try. That’s a start,” he murmurs. His eyes are laser focused on the sheet beneath him, holding it open as his eyes move faster across the page than you can keep up with. Somehow talking to you while taking in the words on the paper.

“I remember marking this,” he says, looking up to address you. “Your concepts are nearly there, but your structure and wording were the problem.”

“You marked them?”

He raises his brow, “I hope that wasn’t an accusation. I need to stick to the rubric.”

“I thought the professor marked the lab reports.”

“He’s…supposed to.” There’s a forced reservedness in his voice. “I mark them and he puts in his comments if he has any. But I’m not sure you’d fare any better than this if it was him behind that pen either.”

Every question that floated in memorisation, from the form and structure, to the nitty gritties of the data presentation, all evaporate as you realise you’re at a loss for words. 

Even more embarrassingly, you feel tears prick the back of your eyes as the next words leave you in a low voice, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“That’s alright,” he says as reassurance, though it sounds awfully rehearsed. Like he says it everyday. “We’ll work through it.”

He lets out a big sigh, adjusting in his chair and running a hand through his hair. The motion has you noticing the dishevelled nature of the mop on his head, un-uniformed and sticking out at certain places, yet still somehow cohesive with his look. His shoulders are straight and taut, fingers working as they fiddle and flick the pen in his hand. 

Despite it all, his shirt is ruffled and creased, unbuttoned at the first couple steps. The buttons are misaligned, one side of his collar higher on his neck than the other. It takes an effort to not reach over and fix it for him.

“Lab reports can be quite tricky if you aren’t sure what you’re doing. Did you refer to the tutorial?”

You mean the one that did nothing to help? “Yes.”

“You got those bits right, format and whatnot. But—”

“It was a lump of writing about subheadings and word counts,” you say plainly.

Mingyu lips are in a tight line. “Well, yes, but it helps—”

“I know the results are supposed to go in the results section. I don’t need a PDF to tell me that,” you cut him off. Your voice is reserved, and you hope it comes off as a point across and not a complaint. Although it was a complaint. “I want to know why the entire section was ruled off as incorrect when we were never properly taught how to write it in the first place.”

“Dr. Cho—”

“Is no help.”

“I understand—”

“He can’t even mark his own papers. I’m quite sure that’s not in your job description. It’s supposed to be him here. Not you.”

It’s silent. There was nothing in your voice that suggested you wished to pick a fight, on the contrary, quite calm and matter of fact. Mingyu’s fingernails are going white as his grip on his pen and paper grow stronger. 

“And yet, we continue to show up. Because we do what we must.” He raises his head in control, a small smile on his face, eyebrows unnaturally raised. “And, better that I’m here rather than no one at all. I can help you too.”

Help, he did. 

Mingyu had made it quite clear his time with you was limited, but by the end of the near 25 minute session, nearly every inch of your printed assignment was covered different colours of notes and corrections, additional papers and post-it notes pasted on the back as you remain careful to not lose them as you slip the stack in your bag. 

It’s only then that you spot the segregated stack of papers in your bag that you remember. 

“I almost forgot,” you say, grabbing the pile and placing it in front of him. 

“Where did you find this?” he asks sharply. 

“You left them at the desk of the lecture hall last week,” you say, before quickly adding, “There was a class right after you left. I took them off the professor’s hands before they got lost. Thought it might be important.”

“I’ve been looking all over for these,” he says as he goes through the pages and files. Random sticky tabs and highlighted regions across the pages. The leather strap watch with the broken clock face remains on top, and he picks it up. He looks up to you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile that feels genuine. “Thank you.”

You flush for some reason, “O–of course, couldn’t just leave them there.”

It isn’t till you’re pushing yourself out of your chair that he says something. “You can come in at 3:30 tomorrow.”

“Pardon?”

He’s stood up as well. “I have a free thirty minutes before office hours formally start. I can help you out a little more without the crowd.” 

Feet planted on the ground, there’s not much you can do but stare. “Um, sure. I can come in a little early.”

He nods casually, “Thanks again for the papers. And the watch.”

You smile, “No problem.”