#my inbox is open and my head full of strong opinions

[chaparral-crown]

Headcanons To Sound Off Every Hour Ask Meme

✨Got a characterization colonizing your spinal cord like termites in a wood beam? Wish in your darkest of hearts something would or could happen? Tell your fellows, friends, fandom about your headcanons. Convince the rest of them it's true. ✨ I - What's an imagined habit/trait of one of your favorite characters? Does it have any basis in the source material?

II - What's a canon event that you have a strong interpretation of that might be different from the popular ones?

III - What's a headcanon you have that you think would be unpopular?

IV - Who do you think your favorite character should have interacted with more?

V - If you had to choose one person other than who your favorite character either ends up with, or who you ship them with, who would it be and why?

VI - Your fave must choose an accessory to wear that isn't shown in the context of the source material - what is is?

VII - There's something nostalgic in the character's hall closet that they don't share with other people - what is it?

VIII - What alternate universe setting would your fave absolutely thrive in - just have an absolutely fabulous time? In contrast, where would they fail?

IX - Have you drawn or written anything to make just one stray headcanon more real for you, or to explain it to someone else?

X - It's ten o'clock at night - do you know where your fave is at?

XI - Change one thing about a scene - how do you think it alters the narrative? How do the people in it react?

XII - What headcanon do you have that you've never shared, and probably couldn't explain if you tried?

✉️Send your asks and comments for all this occupied headspace and more! Tagging @zipegs, @stranded-labyrinth, @chaotic-plotter, and @dreamerinsilico to answer the same, should they feel so inclined. :)

[shirophantomvox]

Hisoka With a Short S/O

Hello, anon! I posted your other request but I’m very surprised that it didn’t receive any traction. I’ll have to re-blog it. It could be that there are a few posts about Hisoka with a tall S/O but I have not seen any posts about Hisoka with a short S/O. I won’t lie to you, this one was a bit challenging because I am not short in real life. In fact, I’m tall; too tall in my opinion. I hope you enjoy! As always, my inbox is open!

Headcanon 1: Endless amount of teasing. As tall as Hisoka is, being with a person that is nearly 3 feet shorter than he is is both amusing and adorable. He is 6 foot 3; he can reach the top of the cabinet, can touch the ceiling, and will hold your belongings over your head if he dislikes your attitude or if he feels like playing.

Headcanon 2: He enjoys being the superhero in most situations. Although he isn’t depicted as a superhero, he is considered to be one of the 5 main protagonists of the show. Unlike headcanon #1, he actually assists you if needed. If you want cereal and it is on the top shelf in the cabinet, he’ll get it for you. If you cannot reach the remote while laying in bed, he’ll toss it to you. During any situation where you need help, he will not tease you.

Headcanon 3: Sometimes his taunting could be rather sweet and innocent than hostile. If you have come from work and you appear to be upset, angry, or neutral, Hisoka will take it upon himself to cheer you up. Still distant from the whole “traditional affectionate phrases or names”, he’ll run to you and scoop you up into his arms. Instead of calling you and traditional pet names, he might call you his “little gnome” or “little Smurfette”.

Headcanon 4: He hates it when you ignore him. When you are feeling affectionate, Hisoka is often amused by what he considered begging. It’s not actually begging, but more of him being a stubborn mule. You’d throw your arms up in anger and walked away. As time went on, you caught on to Hisoka’s game and played it better than him. Whenever he tried to play hard to get, you walked away appearing to be unbothered. Hisoka didn’t mind either that is until he became “starved” or “hungry”. He turned into the beggar (pouting like a kid) for your attention, kisses, and cuddles. It was quite amusing to see him in this state and so tempting to capture the moment. To add insult to injury, a few times when you were watching TV or about to go out with friends, you purposefully applied glossy or matte lipstick 4 inches away from his lips. When he tries to steal a kiss, you jerk away telling him to buzz off until he has apologized. Once you return, you come home to the magician on his knees cupping his hands apologizing.

“Small fry--”

“What,” you ask plainly raising an eyebrow.

“--I mean cupcake.” He chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry for my teasing words. I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that. Please forgive me.”

Boy! Could you imagine if Illumi caught him in this extremely vulnerable state? He’d probably throw up for weeks!

“Fine, I forgive you. Now get off my freshly vacuumed floor, please.”

He jumped up and swept you off the ground. You gasped a little out loud because his grip was heavy and quick, causing air to rush against your face. Meeting the magician’s small piercing golden eyes made your heart flutter, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a couple of months. A smile crept on your face, patiently waiting for his lips to meet yours. The sound of both pairs of lips crashing into each other was a joyful, passionate sound. Oddly enough, the kiss felt different as if Hisoka was actually sorry for his actions. He’d apologize many times before but in the past, those kisses did not feel like the one you were engaged with right now. Once he released, the sound of wet skin made you both blush deeply. Although Hisoka could be quite annoying at times, this particular kiss made you fall in love with him again. Not only did his quirky behavior make your heart pitter-patter but the goofy appearance after every intimate act left you laughing.

“What’s so funny, cupcake,” he asked growing slightly.

“Some of my glossy lipstick smeared on your lips. Good luck removing that!”

Headcanon 5: Pampers you if you ever injure yourself. There has been a bruise on your left shoulder that formed as a result of glass falling on from a cabinet in your childhood home. Your mother was trying t get the cup for you but ended up slipping out of her hand and severally cutting your shoulder. Hisoka found out about this bruise during his usual flirting matches where he pulled down the shoulder part of your beautiful purple blouse. He was shocked. He is so used to using Texture Surprise to fix everything that seeing an actual bruise almost made him cry. He tried to use TS on your damaged skin, but it wouldn’t work. By then your scar shows a permanent line but is healed. On occasion, that shoulder would hurt if you lifted too much, wore a tight undershirt, or burn yourself from hot shower water. Anytime you wince in pain, Hisoka gently presses a few kisses against your healed skin to calm your senses. Trailing kisses up and down your arm, he finished by kissing the back of your hand.

Headcanon 6: He (sometimes) refuses to bend down to kiss you so you can stand on a basketball, stool, or something else to reach him. Just the height difference between you two is astonishing! When you two are out in public, people can’t help but stare because they just can not wrap their minds around he two pf you dating. On a normal day at hime, yes, Hisoka will not kiss you if you are not standing on a stool of some sort. In the public eye, since you cannot carry a stool with you, he will often place his hand around your waist and lift you up nonchilantly.

Headcanon 7: Loves letting you wear his suited shirts. His crop-top shirts always look like a full t-shirt on you and the view is so adorable to him that he takes multiple photos of you and uses them as wallpaper. Besides the height difference, Hisoka is much bigger than you. Everyone loves sleeping in baggy or large t-shirts (As do I IRL) and a plus is the strong, satisfying aroma emitting from his freshly washed shirts. He loves to wear Dior!

Headcanon 8: If you are not tall enough for certain activities, he will not participate. This applies to amusement parks that have height requirements. What fun would it be if he went on the demon drop and he could not witness your terror? If you were to afraid to enter haunted houses, he would be very upset but would pass up the opportunity.

[pridewhatpride]

Do you have any gx rival shipping fanfic recs?

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Prepare to get linked to half the Manjoume/Judai tag on Ao3 (FF.net is impossible to navigate and most of the works there are... questionable?).

I'll try to make this organised in some way...

My absolute favourite on Ao3 is Sour Candy by Aamalysstuff. Chapters: 1 Word count: 23,522 Reasoning: It's just... nice. It captures an aspect of teen romance that I just love- the awkwardness of sharing a room with someone you think you could never get along with just to find yourself wishing to never be apart from said roommate. And they share candy and music- what more can you want?

Moving on, there's Colour Theory by Sophisticated_Adult. Chapters: 1 Word count: 1,850 Reasoning: Well, I am a sucker for soulmate AUs and honestly? This is genius. This is the instance in which the only colours you can see before touching your soulmate are their eye and hair colour. So imagine poor Judai only seeing in greyscale and thinking he doesn't have one at all. Also this author is just great in general, in my humble opinion.

Another soulmate AU! All the King's Men by Souless_Robot. Chapters: 1 Word count: 2,434 Reasoning: Do you like pain? Do you want to see Manjoume suffer? Well, I do. So take the sweet promise of soulmates and flip it on its head by making Haou Manjoume's soulmate, while Judai is happily paired up with Johan. Don't we all love unrequited GX Rivalshipping?

A 2020 special: A Man in Uniform by Draconicmaw. Chapters: 1 Word count: 3,011 Reasoning: Has quarantine made you starved for interaction? Do you love platonic Manjoume-Asuka? Great! This fic has Asuka acting as the best wingman to Manjoume, who is the world's most disastrous bisexual. Judai is the sweaty and buff UPS man.

There's also Jun's (questionable) guide on how to go out with your crush by SheepySeconds. Chapters: 1 Word count: 9,567 Summary: In which Juudai stays at Jun's stupid apartment, keeps on getting injured in increasingly stupid ways, looks at Jun with those stupidly pretty eyes, and is stupidly impossible not to ask out, because Jun never claimed to have good taste or anything.

The last one-shot! parallel. by kaibaboy. Chapters: 1 Word count: 13,754 Summary: judai has never really had a 'special summer memory', and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to be able to understand the feelings of joy and euphoria surrounding the warmest season. manjoume ends up getting roped into his scheme, as always, but he finds himself going on yet another journey with judai — except this time, it doesn't end with them going in circles. this time, they finally meet at the intersection, and summer becomes sweeter than it had ever been before.

On to multi-chapter fics. Now. I haven't finished some of these (and some are even just on my to read list but deserve to be mentioned regardless), so I'll give you a summary instead of my own silly commentary (I also sometimes just don't have much to say ;;;;).

Straying by 111 (Insert). Chapters: 27 Word count: 219,653 Summary: The next time Manjoume saw him, Judai had a head full of spirits and a desperation that almost showed through. (I am recommending this just because a friend said it's good, honestly. I have yet to start reading it...)

Crushed by 111 (Insert). Chapters: 19 Word count: 150,973 Summary: Manjoume Jun should be dead, but he's not. The guard who throws the cell door open shouts a title different than the name running through his head over and over again. "The Supreme King has requested your presence." (Again, if Haou is mentioned, you know you're in for some fun pain.)

Take me home where I belong by space_lace. Chapters: 32 Word count: 43,668 Summary: For as much as Jun knew his brothers hated him, he never would have thought that they would be so willing to kill him. (In case you didn't hate Chosaku and Shouji enough- also, Manjoume struggles to live working as a cashier.)

Soul Reversal by Sophisticated_Adult. Chapters: 12 (Ongoing) Word count: 22,458 Summary: The roleswap AU no one asked for, featuring clueless rich boy Judai and bitter Very Much Not Rich Manjoume. Behold as two idiots with equal social skills just kind of flail around at each other. (This is just a dream come true. I love this author lol.)

Bonus Round! I'm now throwing unfinished stuff and pwp at you. Also two fics I just want you to read.

Saving You Saves Me by Osidiano. Chapters: 15 (Unfinished) Word count: 67,169 Reasoning: You see, this one has Manjoume as an actual believer. The Society of Light was not just brainwashing. The Darkness in Judai is also... strong. There is a lot of violence, but it's just... worth reading. I'm devastated it was never finished. It's honestly so so interesting.

Pentadic by spellcastersjudgement. Chapters: 1 Word count: 7,458 Reasoning: ... Technically it's Misawa centric. It's Misawa watching porn, which just so happens to be a camshow by Judai and Manjoume. It's honestly very fun to read. Misawa is very horny. Manjoume is a victim.

Super Stud by Hambone. Chapters: 1 Word count: 3,708 Reasoning: Manjoume is a people pleaser and he just so happens to encounter a horny fan whose name is Reginald Van Howell III. But Ulri! That isn't GX Rivalshipping!!! Listen. It's funny as fuck and Manjoume has an undying crush on Judai in it. I will die defending this fic. It's not my fault Jun is a hoe.

haven't you people ever heard of using the goddamn door by chancellorxofxtrash. Chapters: 1 Word count: 2,187 Reasoning: When I say that the polyamorous relationship Edo-Manjoume-Judai is amazing, this is what I'm talking about. This fic. It's godly. Nobody can touch this fic and get away with it. I will personally come and murder you Edo style.

The last entry is some shit user pridewhatpride has written. Don't actually read it, it's bad. Anyways, the new work in the series is coming out soon, so... Yeah, no skip this one. Unless you want your eyes to bleed. Bad fic boys. Nothing to see here. The first work is called Playing Rivals, but like... really. Don't.

Please read my shitty drabbles.

[writing-in-april]

Training wheels

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Years later after Spencer teaches Reader to drive even though he hates driving, Reader becomes good enough to ride a motorcycle they get him to come along on a ride.

A/N: hey heyyyy- this is my seventeenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! This fic is based on this request- which I decided to make smutty instead of full on smut so I could make it a bit more fluffy. Disclaimer- I know nothing about motorcycles and I can’t even drive lol so sorry for the lack of terminology. This ended up being gender neutral- I checked it over for the correct pronouns a few time but I could have missed something- please let me know if so! Feel free to give me your response by sending something to my inbox here. Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: 18+- (if you are found to be violating this I will tell writers who you are), no full on smut- in the smutty/spicy category, a bit of grinding, implications about having sex in the future, In public sexual teasing (who’s fucking surprised), hints at Sub!Spencer, A few swear words

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.0k

Spencer hated driving. He always shook whenever he couldn’t stop the racing thoughts about the dangers of moving vehicles. He knew he was a good driver, but it was easier for him to trust the metro which stayed on its tracks (most of the time). A car with no rigid path and with so many variables just made Spencer’s mind race too much.

You were the only person that could get him to get into a car, without any sort of coercion. At his job he had accepted it as a reality of his situation; there was no way that he could get around it. He agreed to teach you how to drive to your job, which happened to be where you had met him. You ran a small thrift store just walking distance from your apartment. There had been no need to drive anywhere, until you opened up another branch on the other side of town.

You had met Spencer there, he had come in at night, just before close. He shopped around for a few sweater vests and cardigans until you had told him that you needed to close. His mumbled apology had been so cute you remember it to this day.

When he noticed that you walked home in the same direction as his, he offered to keep you company. At first you thought he had done it out of guilt since he made you stay late, until you realized he liked your presence. It was not a romantic relationship (not yet at least), you both didn’t kiss or anything, but you did love to tease him.

He cared about you, and you about him, which is why he eagerly offered to teach you to drive when you mentioned that you were scared to learn with an instructor. You preferred to be taught by someone who you knew and knew was a good driver. Spencer was just that, even with jittery fingers and tapping feet.

Since then you had become a great driver, good enough that you felt confident indulging in one of your dreams. You had always wanted a motorcycle, the wind blowing in your face and the freeing quality it had, had always made you desire one. Despite Spencer’s protests about the potential for even more safety hazards than a car you still indulged your dream, confident in your skills that Spencer had laid the foundation with his excellent teaching skills even while slightly fearful.

You had taken to it like a fish to water, it had been even easier than when you had Spencer teach you. Now it was the time to show the master how the apprentice approved, though you highly doubted Spencer liked to be called a master at driving. More like a teacher, a nervous one.

It did take some convincing for him to agree to ride on your motorcycle with you.Somehow, through gentle persuasion throughout the last few months, you had done it. He had prefaced it saying that it would be the only time it would ever happen, and you made it your goal to change his opinion. You highly doubted he’d ever want to drive it, which was fair considering he couldn’t stop the thoughts of statistics about safety in his head. You hoped though, that maybe he’d like riding with you.

“Is it safe?” Was his first question as soon as he arrived at your small thrift store you owned, jittery with nerves.

“Well- hello to you too.” You sassed cocking your hip to the side while holding your helmet in the small of your waist. He blushed bashfully, then finally said hello before you assured him, “I wouldn’t be bringing you if it wasn’t safe- I wouldn’t be driving it if it wasn’t safe.”

“Ok- I trust you.” He relaxed a little, though he was obviously still nervous.

To cheer him up a little you pivoted the conversation onto a more jovial topic, “Will you wear a leather jacket?”

“Maybe next time- if you convince me to get on the death trap again.” It was rare to see Spencer tease you back, but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Quipping back you said, “Maybe I could get you to drive it too”

“I think I’d need training wheels for that.” A snort came out of you at that; it was funny imagining Spencer riding a motorcycle with bicycle training wheels.

“That would be a sight to see.” You swung your leg on to mount the vehicle, ready to take him on a spin. You then prompted him while getting your helmet on, “Come on pretty boy, let’s do this- and get that helmet on.”

He was a little nervous just going by the shaking in his palms, but he still put the helmet on and climbed on- albeit a bit awkwardly.

He wrapped his hands around your waist snugly when you roared the motorcycle to life. Whenever you had to break he clenched tighter, maybe not enough to leave bruises, but enough that it would be implanted in your memory for a good long while. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him.

You could tell he had slowly relaxed a little bit more even while keeping a strong grip on you as you made your looped path charted out in your head. Starting at your store and ending at your store, it was longer than maybe it should have been, considering Spencer’s grip on you had made your arousal spark to life.

You soon realized you weren’t the only one enjoying this, feeling something slightly stiff as Spencer shifted slightly at a red light. Oh, he was enjoying it. His cock confined in his pants was growing harder as the journey progressed.

“Did you have fun?” You questioned just as you pulled back into where you started, even though you already knew he did.

He squeaked out a measly, “Yeah!”

You smirked again, out of sight from his face. Biting your inner cheek in thought, you contemplated whether or not to act on it. It would be so easy to just swivel your hips and begin to grind down on his erection that had been pressing into you during the whole ride.

Fuck it, this might be one of your only chances to make a move. You tilted your hips just a smidge, leaning back just a little into him. You heard a hitch in his breath, his hands he had around you tightening back around you, pulling you in closer.

He whimpered when you sat back a little more, testing the waters just a little further. When he himself rolled his own hips once you had to ask, “Do you want me to keep going, Spencer? Do you want this?”

His helmeted head dropped into the crook of your neck, nodding into it as he began to rock into you a little. You gripped around the handles that you were still holding, all you had done was break so far. You were both in broad daylight perched on top of the vehicle. Turning your head as much as you could when you realized he hadn’t verbally responded you prompted sharply, “I need you to speak up, pretty boy. Do you want this?”

“Yes!” He gasped quickly at your prompt.

You then ground yourself back onto his bulge, rotating yourself slowly to feel the torturous friction. The fact that your bottom halves were still clothed only made it even more devastating. No one was around as it was the weekend, when you weren’t open and no one was really around. You still tried to stifle any noises you were tempted to make as his own hips started to undulate into your own.

A person could round the corner and immediately see two people grinding like teenagers onto each other. You both may have been completely closed, but it was quite obvious what you were both doing.

The extra friction you were getting was building a burning orgasm in you, the noises you had been trying to hold back were too hard to stifle. A moan came out of your mouth when Spencer moved down his hands from your waist to the outside of your hips, pulling you down on him with even more ferocity.

When his phone then began to ring you both let out a groan, your hips stopping any movement you had been making over his hard bulge. He reluctantly pulled out his ringing and buzzing ancient phone. Which you would normally find endearing that he carried around somewhat arcane technology, but your weaning arousal was wanting you to smash it on the ground.

“Hello? Hotch?” You groaned, knowing exactly what this meant. There was no way this was going to go further tonight, Hotch wasn’t calling him on the weekend just for paperwork. He was about to leave for a case.

You ripped your helmet off of your head out of frustration while he continued to talk. Grumbling while wiping the sweat that had started to accumulate, Spencer chattering away quickly at Hotch telling him he’ll be there in about ten minutes.

When he got off the phone he began to stammer in apology, this was the only time I’d ever want to cut him off, “There’s no need to apologize- go catch a bad guy.”

“Thank you- and thanks for-r the ride and- um the other thing… I’ve got to go now, I’ll uh- talk to you later.” He then awkwardly shuffled off, trying to conceal his obvious bulge even though you were the only one around to see it.

When he got into his car, you were happy he had brought it for once. You wouldn’t have let him walk all the way to his office from here, and you would have had to drive him with his bulge pressing into your ass again.

“I’m gonna need a cold shower.” You added, mumbled underneath your back as you put your helmet back on, ready to drive back to your apartment to hopefully freeze your frustration away.

—-

The next time you saw him- about a week later, a little blush immediately graced his cheeks, probably thinking about what happened last time. You kissed his cheek and felt how hot they had gotten just by being in his presence. He was here again, early this time, ready for you to open up your shop for the day.

“You’ve got to wait 30 minutes until you can buy something, I don’t open till then,” You then flashed a smirk towards him, he might die from being overheated if you kept teasing him. Still, you continued to do it, “Can’t be seen to show you any favors, pretty boy. Then everyone would want one.” As soon as the keys turned to unlock you didn’t open the door right away, instead turning back to face him. He fidgeted even more underneath your direct gaze, also averting his eyes. You let go of your hold on the keys, bit your lip and added, “Though, I think you’d be the only one I’d want to be my favorite.

He stuttered a bit at that, before changing the subject, “Um- I came here to actually thank you for last week… I had a lot of fun.”

You then cocked your head to the side in question, “Didn’t you already thank me last time?”

“Yeah.” He responded meekly, clearing his throat a few times while he collected his thoughts. “Can we finish what we started?”

You beamed, as it had been exactly what you were hoping for. You made your way back over to him, this time to pull him by the front of his shirt to press a steaming kiss to his lips. He moaned, letting your tongue run over his teeth a few times before you deepened it further. You were panting by the time you released him, but worked through the gasping breaths to answer verbally now, “Of course- come inside with me. If you won’t go on another ride with me after this while wearing a leather jacket, I’ve got a leather jacket you can wear while I ride you.”

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Can I get a little drabble about a female somebody getting a sneak peak at Thrawn training and just being entranced by it coz like... There's nothing hotter really. Also fighting like a Chiss it's probably rather fascinating.

A/N: Reminder that requests are closed. This is just me clearing out my inbox. And please REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!!

(Also this can totally be read as an in between little scene with the Captain x Thrawn from More Than Sufficient)

You hadn’t meant to stare.

What you had meant to do was enter Thrawn’s office and present your report.  Chances were he would ask you detailed questions, ask for your opinion, and inevitably allow you to return to your duties.  If you were lucky, he’d give you one of his rare smile before you left.  The one that made your chest swell and your pulse race.

You would have savored the moment, as you always did whenever you and Thrawn were alone, but it would strictly be business.  It rarely was anything else.

What you hadn’t expected was to see Thrawn out of uniform, battling several combat droids at once.

You had known the side door to his office lead to a personal training room, but you had never seen it used, let alone open.

However, as soon as you stepped into the corridor leading to his office, your eyes were met by a flood of white light and the sound of flesh on metal. You quickly turned the corner only to stop immediately in your tracks.  The only word that came to mind was, memorizing.

Thrawn moved with a fluidity and purpose of motion you had never seen before. Not a single blow was second guess or block faltered.  Even with three droids going at once, he was aware of each of their moments while never keeping his eyes off his main aggressor.

You stood agape, you eyes glued to the spectacle.

His breath came hard, but controlled.  You could just make out beads of sweat beginning to permeate his brow.

One of the droid swung it’s arm directly towards Thrawn’s head.

He blocked with ease, his forearm catching the brunt of the blow.  The muscles of his arm strained on impact, causing them to bulge and flex. Heat spread to your cheeks at the sight. You were suddenly very aware that this was the first time you had seen Thrawn’s arms fully exposed.

His uniform did not do him justice.

“May I help you, Captain,” Thrawn asked.

If your cheeks were warm before, they were on fire now.  Your eyes darted from your commanding officer’s muscles and straight to his glowing red eyes.

He did not seem bothered by your staring.  If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was enjoying your discomfort.

“I came to give my report, sir,” you said, mustering back what dignity you could manage. “But if you’re busy, I can come back later.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

He then turned back to the droid, shouting an order in a language you did not recognize.  It’s meaning became clear, however, as the droid immediately powered down.  He then walked to the side of the room and grabbed a towel off the rack.

He turned his back to you and the urge to stare came back in full force.

The exercise top his was wearing clung perfectly to his back, allowing you a perfect view of his muscles.

You had always known Thrawn to be an intelligent and capable warrior, but you never fully appreciated until this moment how strong he must be as well. You wanted to reach out and feel his strength for yourself.

But, before you could allow your mind to wander down this path, he reached for his uniform jacket and pulled it on.

It was probably for the best.  You didn’t need any more distractions.

To your surprise, however, he did not button up the jacket to it’s proper place.  He, instead, left it open, giving you just a clear a view of his chest as he did his back only moment ago.

He walked back to you and it took everything in your power to keep your eyes focused on his face.

He stop just in front of you and silently offered his hand, palm up.

You recognized the gesture for what is was and handed him the data pad.

He took it from you, but instead of scrolling through the report or even just dismissing you, he kept his gaze locked on yours.

“Did you find the exercise informative, Captain?” he asked.

“Sir?”

He nodded to one of the combat droids.  “You seemed rather transfixed.  I was curious about what part of the training held your interest.”

He turned his attention back to you.  There was no denying it now.  He was teasing you.

A part of you felt embarrassed at being caught, but another deeper part felt warm, almost hopeful.  He knew you were staring, but instead of reprimanding you or pretending it didn’t happen, Thrawn came back with a well meaning jab. There was a familiarity to it you never expected.  It felt good.

Still, he had come for your pride, and you did have some self-respect.

“It was very interesting,” you said, keeping your voice noticeably professional. “I have never seen anybody move like that.  It’s certainly not how we were trained at the academy.”

“Certainly not,” he agreed.  “The techniques I utilized are specific to the Chiss Ascendancy.”

“So all do all Chiss officers keep their training rooms open for their subordinates to see?”

“Only to those they wish to show.”

Something in his voice changed at the words.  The smooth timbre of his voice became low.  His eyes darkened, and you became rooted to the spot

Your mouth went dry.  Your pulse quickened.  But, you somehow manged to find your voice.

“And what did you want me to see?”

He paused, taking in every inch of your face.  You let him, as you always did, not daring to move a muscle until he finished his examination. Finally his gaze once again came into focus.

“A different perspective,” he said.

You blinked in confusion, but Thrawn gave you no further answers. He turned his attention to the data pad you had handed him and the tension dissipated.

“Have you been able to find any further information on Fulcrum,” he asked.

“Not yet, sir” you said, surprising yourself on how easily you slipped back into your respective positions. “A number of our spies reported back, but their sightings lack consistency.  I organized them as best I could, drawing note to any similarities I was able to find.  I also ran them by Commander Vanto for any other patterns I might have missed, given his expertise in shipping manifestos.”

A small approving smile came to Thrawn’s lips.  It had the effect of softening his features, which did nothing to help your already confused heart.

“Thank you, Captain.  I’m sure your efforts will prove more than sufficient.  Dismissed.” 

You nodded in acknowledgement, trying to suppress the pleasant tingle in your stomach at his words before turning and walking back down the corridor.

Another smile to tuck away into your memory.  Another moment to savor.  Another one to question. 

Maybe it was all in your head and you were reading too much into the subtext of his words.  But, you could hope.  There was no true harm in hoping.

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What You Do to Me

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kissing, but that’s about it.

a/n — Hello, this is my first writing prompt on here. Feel free to request a one-shot in my inbox and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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"And then she had the audacity to run away! Can you believe her?"

A chorus of exaggerated gasps and responses echoed in the Slytherin common room. You gave a light chuckle at the nature of your friends as you took a sip from the bottle of butterbeer laying around before briefly glancing up at the clock.

Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Draco, and you laid sprawled across the couches and floor of the common room. It was a usual thing for you guys to hang out there before curfew whenever an escape from studies was collectively needed. Given the intensity of a fifth year's workload, it was nearly every other day when you guys would gather together with some drinks for a couple hours. You weren't complaining, though — this is much rather preferred than working on Snape's essays.

You suddenly put down your bottle and stood up hazily while brushing down your skirt. Five pair of eyes instantaneously turned towards your way as you shot them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I promised my brother I'd meet up with him and his friends in the library."

It wasn't uncommon for you to receive disapproving looks whenever your brother and his Gryffindor friends were brought up. You chose to ignore it, as they never verbally expressed their dislike towards them. Until now, when Draco Malfoy decided he suddenly had something to say.

“Those Gryffindors? You could do so much better," he remarked without sparing you a glance. You scoffed at his immaturity and crossed your arms against your chest.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Malfoy," You said, clenching your jaw. "Besides, they make better company than you do." He smirked to himself before turning his head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a moment of hesitation before his response, in which he simply scanned your face before staring into your eyes again.

With an infuriating grin plastered on his face, he said, "Please, we know the real reason is that you want to snog Potter. Your attempts are pathetic, anyone can see that."

Your face heated up with rage and embarrassment — How dare he imply that? "Go to hell, Malfoy," you muttered just loud enough to be heard before storming out of the portrait hole.

He was never this rude throughout your time at Hogwarts. You two were the least closest within the group, as you'd normally never speak to him unless it was alongside the others, but he still remained civil with you. It was only the beginning of the school year when this had changed.

He began giving you snide comments about your closeness with the Golden Trio and you being a Weasley. Most people didn't mind that fact, as you were still a Slytherin despite all of your siblings being otherwise, but Draco never failed to insult you about it somehow during any given circumstance.

You attempted to brush your thoughts of him away once you approached the library. However, the question of why he was being like this towards you remained in your head until the end up the night, making you fall asleep with a clouded head and a heavy chest.

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"Settle down, class, unless you intend on receiving a string of detentions," Professor Snape said languidly, silencing the room of Gryffindors and Slytherins. You sat next to Harry, with your brother Ron seated with Hermione behind you two. "Today, we will be brewing a particularly difficult potion in groups of two. Open up your textbook to page 394 as I put you all into pairs."

Harry gave a slight groan next to you upon hearing Professor Snape. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and offered an encouraging grin. You two would often pair up with each other, given how you have a greater talent for Potions than he does. A partner willing to lead most of it is often hard to come across when the pairs are pre-picked, to Harry's dismay.

Professor Snape began listing pairs of his piece of parchment, causing fear to erupt in the stomach's of most. You didn't pay much attention to the names being said as you pulled out your textbook. It was only until the last pairing when you hear your name being mentioned that you finally looked up.

"Y/N Weasley and Draco Malfoy."

You winced at the mention of your partner for the day. Turning your head tentatively, you glanced at Draco. He held an empty expression, void of any emotions indicating how he felt about the pairing. Upon noticing your gaze, he stood up silently to approach your desk.

"Let me know if he is being a dick to you," Harry said softly, squeezing your shoulder before leaving his seat. You notice the glares Draco gave to Harry's departing figure and rolled your eyes, gesturing him to sit down.

"Don't miss your boyfriend too much," Draco said with a scowl on his face. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. He never quits, does he?

"I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron," You muttered, not wasting any time to get up and briefly depart with him. You quietly groaned in anger once out of his earshot. Out of the twenty-something students in the class, you, unfortunately, had the luck of being with him.

While muttering some less than appropriate words to describe the platinum haired boy, you grabbed the ingredients listed in your textbook. Unicorn hair, you thought to yourself as you try to locate it along the shelves. Upon seeing it in the uppermost compartment, you sighed before placing your materials down and reaching for it.

Come down already! you thought to yourself as you stood on tiptoe with your arms extended. Still, you barely managed to brush your fingers on the bottom of the container. As you contemplated giving up and simply calling someone else to grab it, you felt a presence appear behind you.

Dangerously close behind you.

You could feel their breath tickle the lobe of your ear as they reached for the ingredient with no hassle. Their hand seemed to delicately brush over your outstretched arm on its way down, making shivers appear instantaneously.

You lowered your heel and dropped your arm by your side. Your positions lingered for a brief moment before they took a step back and you turned around. That's when your eyes met a pair of ash-gray ones boring into your own.

For a moment, the room was still, or it at least appeared to be. Nothing else was registered in your brain besides those foggy eyes in front of you. You wanted to take a picture, to capture the beautiful sight, but you knew regardless it would be implanted in your brain for life.

Suddenly, Draco diverted his eyes with a slight cough saying, "You looked like you were struggling." He then strode across the room to return to your desk, looking solely at the work in front of him. As you gathered your materials swiftly and returned to your desk as well, you failed to notice the tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks, similar to your own.

The rest of the class was spent in silence, avoiding his occasional glance and trying to ignore the harsh beating of your heart.

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It was nearly a week after the Potion's incident, and you haven't come across Draco since. To be fair, you were also doing your fair share of avoiding — coming to breakfast and dinner earlier than usual and leaving when the crowd came, as well as hanging out with the Gryffindors more often than the Slytherins. But Draco hasn't been attending the get-togethers in the common room before curfew. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

As you turn the corner in an empty corridor with no clear direction in mind, a tall figure colliding with yours abruptly broke your trance. You fell on your butt and grimaced. Why must this happen to me, you thought in mild pain. Your eyes were too squinted to notice the hand offered in front of you.

Suddenly, the person grabbed your forearm and lifted you up onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, gripping onto their shoulder for balance, before your eyes fell on the face of the stranger.

Fate was being real funny today.

Draco stood in front of you, making you hyper aware of lack of space between you two. You immediately retracted your hand from his shoulder, but his grip lingered on your arm for a moment before he took it off. Then, he simply scowled at you and rolled his eyes before walking away.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasley."

You let out a dry chuckle, amazed by his duality. One minute, he'll be extremely close, staring into yours eyes softly. The next, he'll be acting like an absolute git, taking any chance to insult you.

Before he managed to get far, you grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him back so he was at eye level with you. You glared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "What is your problem with me?"

Draco gulped tentatively, meeting your harsh stare with his striking silver eyes. After a moment of him simply taking in the appearance of your eyes, he opened his mouth to speak. "It's what you're doing to me."

You paused, your grip loosening on his tie as your expression morphed into one of confusion. "What am I doing to you?" you asked in a soft whisper. You didn't know how to react to his statement — you generally steered clear of him unless he spoke to you first. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you?

Draco pulled his tie out of your hands and stood up to his full height. He then took slow strides towards you, making you backup to maintain some space apart. Eventually, your back had hit a wall, and there was no avoiding his strong gaze when there was merely centimeters between you two. He raised his arm to the spot of the wall next to your head, partially trapping you in this position.

"You wanna know what you're doing to me?" He tilted his head very slightly, searching your face for any sign of emotion. "You're running through my head every minute of every day. You're making my heart beat rapidly and my face red at the mere sight of you. You- you're making me feel things I've never felt for someone before."

There was a slight pause in his speech when he simply gazed into your eyes, observing your reaction. Your lips parted slightly in shock, your eyes widened, your cheeks painted with crimson. He took that as an opportunity to continue, in a breathy whisper, "That's what you're doing to me."

Your outer expression displayed merely surprise, but you were jumping in glee on the inside. You have always liked Draco since the second year. You admired his confidence and pride, his sheer ambition, and admittedly, his handsome appearance. Upon hearing the revelation, it's natural that you'd feel quite joyous.

Still, you had to remind yourself of his behaviour during the past two months. Clearing your throat in an attempt to briefly mask your feelings, you said in a sarcastic tone, "That definitely excuses how you've been treating me this year."

Draco's face suddenly turned pale as his eyebrows furrowed in regret. He looked down, ashamed of himself, and dropped the arm trapping you to his side. He mumbled an apology under his breath and stepped back sadly.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you threw your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you once again. "Don't worry, I forgive you," you said, slamming your lips onto his before he could respond. His eyes widened as he stood still for a moment, but he quickly melted into your lips and brought his arms around your waist shortly after.

The kiss started off passionate, filled with the raw, unadulterated desire built up inside them over the years. He gripped your waist as if you would flee when he let go, and he kept bringing you impossibly closer to him. However, it gradually developed into a sweeter, more slower kiss as it went on. You melted into his arms, and neither wanted the moment to end.

After what felt like a century of having your lips connected, you finally pulled away, heaving a euphoric sigh. His breathing was accelerated, and your lips were red and swollen. A grin slowly stretched across his face, and a laugh other than the sarcastic ones you were used to hearing was released. An airy, untroubled one, which sounds absolutely magnificent.

The moment was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang. You and Draco abruptly pulled apart, looking at the surprise visitors. At the end of the hall, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood shocked, and a textbook laid on the floor in front of Ron's open arms.

"You and Draco are d-dating?" said your brother with a horrified grimace painting his face.

Draco faced you with a slight smile. Grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze, he prompted, "Only if you'd like to."

"Of course. What more would I want?" 

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a/n — Horrifyingly enough, I almost deleted it. Thankfully I put it in a google doc. Anyways, reminder that requests are open! Thank you for reading :)

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2020 Kpop Comeback and Debut Review

Okay, so this year was shit, let’s not lie. But there were some pretty good comebacks and debuts this year, and I want to talk about them. These are all in my opinion, so please don’t take any offense to what I have to say. Also, if there’s any group I missed (which I’m sure I’ll miss one), please feel free to discuss some of your favorite comebacks or debut tracks in my inbox ❤

             ~ Admin Ally 

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I am going to break this down into sections just because it’s way too hard to sort through everything. So the categories are : favorite comebacks, favorite debuts, and favorite albums. Let’s get started! 

♡ Favorite Comebacks ♡

Everglow - “LaDiDa” 

For real, this comeback was everything. We got a full finally got a full chorus and Onda actually got lines!

Loona - “Why Not”, “So What”, “Voice” / “Star”

2020 was the year that turned me into an orbit. I’m so proud of Loona this year for releasing such amazing songs. They keep raising the bar, it makes me so proud to see them thriving. 

Chungha - all released singles 

Girl has been killing it, as usual. She’s worked so hard this year to release bop after bop. I can’t wait for the album! 

Apink - “Dumhdurum” 

Apink really said “we’re 2nd Gen and still going strong”

Twice - “I Can’t Stop Me”

Not their best comeback, but definitely a solid one. Also, it physically pains me not to dance along to this song. 

Itzy - “Wannabe”, “Not Shy”

Itzy never disappoints with their title tracks, what can I say? 

IZ*one - “Fiesta”, “Ayayaya”

“Ayayaya” was stuck in my head for weeks, plzz. It’s their best song ever released.  

April - “Lalalilala” 

AN UNDERRATED SONG OMG. April deserved better. 

Astro - “Bad Idea” 

Moonbin in a crop top, that’s all I have to say. 

Dreamcatcher - “Scream” 

I- this song was a masterpiece, the choreography was amazing. 

Weki Meki - “Dazzle Dazzle”, “Oopsy”

Weki Meki is really finding their sound, and every release just keeps getting better. 

♡ Favorite Debuts ♡

Enhyphen - “Given Taken”

Such a solid boy group debut omg. I love RnB tracks so much. It’s refreshing to hear a boy group debut with an RnB song instead of an EDM style track. 

Wonho - “Open Mind”, “Losing You”

this man is perfection in everything he does. I replayed the “Open Mind” teaser so many times, I’m obsessed with the instrumental. 

Weekly - “Tag Me” 

I’ve missed cute girl group concepts so much omg 

Natty - “Nineteen” 

This was another solid debut. She’s so cute and so talented, I’m really excited to see her grow as an artist. 

DPR Ian - “So Beautiful” 

I am in love with Christian Yu, this man is a musical genius. 

StayC - “So Bad” 

The pre-chorus is beautiful and the chorus is so catchy. 

♡ Favorite Albums ♡ 

NCT - all unit albums

You already knew NCT would be on the list. NCT keeps getting better and outdoing themselves with every release. I’m proud to be an NCTzen. I’m so proud of my babie boys 🥺

Baekhyun - “Delight” 

“Candy” was literally my third top song of the year. The choreography is so much fun and every track on this mini album blew me away. Baekhyun is so talented, I’m gonna miss him when he finally enlists. 

Kai - “Kai” 

Again, EXO members never disappoint with their solo releases. Kai delivered the RnB, sexy realness that I needed to finish off 2020. 

Ateez - “Fever”

Ateez. Never. Misses. They literally don’t have a bad song and it’s seriously annoying. Every song on this mini album hits so hard. 

Han Seungwoo - “Fame”

“Sacrifice” was my top song of the year. I love the different emotions and vibes that each song has on this album, sexy, cutesy, angsty, longing, sadness. 

Woodz - “Equal”

“Love Me Harder” was me second top song of the year, and Cho Seungyoun, I- you’re so talented. How? Again, another flawless album that conveys so many different emotions and vibes. 

Stray Kids - “In Life” 

Every track is amazing. Mr. Bang, you’ve out done yourself. There’s been some title tracks that SKZ have released in the past that I haven’t particularly been a fan of, but 2020 really made me fall back in love with their music. 

Taemin - “Never Gonna Dance Again : Act 2″

Last, but certainly not least, Mr. Lee Taemin. God himself. “Heaven”? That song needs to be like 10 hours longer because I can’t get enough of it. The power this man holds is too much. 

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Your inbox is open and I am here to fulfil my destiny and request a scenario for Zoro and his long term fem!s/o who has a thing for men in leather and asks him to wear it for her and get kinky and you know I am here for absolute sin 👀👅💦 (love you 💚)

Hehehe… Well, honestly, I seriously made a very dominant Zoro for this one! But you came for the absolute sin, right? 😏💚 Love you too! And I truly hope you will enjoy this nasty scenario ~

Inspiration for Zoro outfit, just here!

Words : 2990

Warning : NSFW

Zoro scenario : Leather pants (read after the cut)

“Seriously, this?” Zoro asks with his eyebrows furrowed. 

He grabs the leather pants with a powerful grip, creasing the material between his strong fingers. He can’t believe he actually has to dress like this for a sort of obscur and blurry mission he definitely not understand completely. She told him several days ago that she needed his help, but he didn’t sign for a sado-masochist outfit when he said yes! She sighs and puts her book aside, standing back up on her feet while she skirts the bed and comes closer. 

“Yes, this! We have a mission Zoro. You need to wear these pants,” she answers, crossing her arms around her chest while she digs her eyes in his concerned and unpleased look. 

“What kind of mission requires to wear leather pants and suspenders? I don’t want to look like a clown! Ask Sanji to dress like this if you want to have a submissive around, but not me!” 

She clearly fights her sudden deep need to mock him, his last sentence still echoing inside of her mind, but she manages to remain absolutely impassible, snatching the clothes out of his hands while she heavily sighs and starts to walk away.

“Fine! Let’s ask the cook to help me on this one, since mister muscles is turning into a diva!” 

“Hey, stay here,” Zoro snaps, gripping her wrist before she can walk away. 

She knows he tends not to appreciate when she mentions Sanji and his everlasting habit to turn himself into a docile servant for her. Zoro isn’t jealous, but when it comes to the cook… A part of him can’t help but be utterly possessive toward her. He angrily snatches the trousers and the suspenders back from her hands, and throws her a deadly stare while he walks to the bathroom, accepting his fate and this odd mission. 

***

“Okay, I’m ready, now.” Zoro states while he walks back into their shared bedroom, slightly unconfident and flustered about his outfit. 

She’s looking at herself through the mirror, putting some mascara on her eyelashes while she wears her favorite red and revealing dress, her face almost touching the cool surface, her gestures slow and mastered. She’s focus on her task, not wanting to soil her cheeks with some unwelcomed makeup, when Zoro makes another step in the room, visibly waiting for her reaction. Aware of her boyfriend silent request, she eventually puts down her mascara on the table, and spins on her hips so she can face him and give him a review, but what she sees at the moment is clearly unbelievable. Zoro looks like an erotic god coming out from another world. The pants are slightly too tight for him, and they shape his muscular thighs way too lustily, along with the impressive natural bulge of his arousal. His outlined abs trace a line down his belly, which end with a delicious V pointing at his manhood, perfectly enlightening his hours of hard training. The suspenders cover his nipples, suggesting to have a look on his chest too, and somehow, she can’t help but be captivated by this show. She closes her mouth, perhaps to prevent herself from drooling like a dog waiting for a pile of bones in front of the sexual beauty of her partner. 

“Zoro…,” she eventually whispers, making a step forward while her fingers start to skim his arm. “You look…,”

“Like a clown, I know.” Zoro snaps again, even if he clearly sees that it doesn’t seem to be her opinion. “You like it, Name?” 

He feels her hand gently coming up, tracing invisible lines of his bare torso, as she eventually looks at him in the eyes and gulps, drowning herself in his intense stare. He perfectly recognizes the look in her irises, almost desperate, as she finally smiles and takes a step backward, as if she tries her best to muffle her arousal. Yet, Zoro can’t help but feel the need to tease her.

“We should go,” she says as she clears her throat, pointing at the doorway with a motion of her head. “We’re going to be late.” 

“Oh, really?” Zoro answers with a low and deep voice, that particular one which makes her shiver on her feet, even deeper inside. 

She looks back at him, and Zoro understands that she’s now aware of her boyfriend’s mood, and his profound desires to spend some quality time with her before they would head to their mission. She shakes her head and smiles, somehow turning him down, but it’s not enough to stop him. 

“I’m still waiting for you review,” Zoro continues, moving forward as she keeps avoiding his body, until she actually collides with the desk, and grabs its corners with a desperate gesture. “You do like it, don’t you?” 

She pinches her lips together, her throat deeply dry, while she finally nods, confirming his words. Zoro smiles, her reaction directly awakening his already tickling crotch, before he catches her wrist and puts her fingers on his chest. He guides her silently, letting her digits fondling his chest, skimming his abs with slow gestures. During the whole time, she keeps looking at him in the eyes, feeling how much he desires her right now. 

“Don’t play, we don’t have time…,” she tries to argue, but she immediately stops talking when he lets her fingers brush the V of his belly, bringing her at the edge of his most intimate part. “Zoro…,” 

“Why are you in a hurry, suddenly? You’re always such a teaser, but now you shut your mouth and you want to run? I don’t deal well with runner, you know it…” 

He knows it’s unfair to tease her like this, but he clearly doesn’t want to stop. She’s not protesting either after all, and she doesn’t even try to take her hand away from his body, so Zoro decides that she needs to learn her lesson, since she wanted so bad to have him in these leather pants. Suddenly, he presses her palm on his crotch, making her feel his erect manhood, as his other hand starts to play with the strands of her hair falling around her face, until his thumb comes up on her face and plays with her lips, putting a soft but real pressure on them. He’s up to something passionate, and she feels it. The way he devours her with his eyes is revealing, and somehow, she knows that she can’t leave this room without paying the price of wanting him in this kind of outfit. 

“Open.” Zoro orders, his thumb making its way inside of her mouth. “Don’t make me wait anymore.” 

From time to time, Zoro’s natural dominance explodes like a firework, especially during their steamiest sessions. He loves to control their throes of passion, and most of time, she doesn’t complain. She can’t fight his stamina, nor his erotic aura when he’s so full of desires. So without thinking, she opens her mouth, letting his thumb playing with her tongue, while he flushes his body against her. He catches her jaw with a strong hand, almost violently but without any harm, squeezing her cheeks as he smirks and looks at her rolling her wet muscle around his finger. He presses his hard arousal against her core, pushing with his thigh so she can allow him some room between her legs, their two bodies completely glued together. He digs his finger even deeper, his eyes never leaving her irises, dominating her with all his suffocating aura. 

“What kind of naughty little girl are you when I’m wearing this?” Zoro purrs, lifting her head a little bit by putting more pressure on her jaw, forcing her to put herself on her tiptoes, until he removes his thumb from her mouth to roll up her dress and presses it on her panties. “Let’s find out how much you want it.” 

“Zoro…,” she calls in a warm sigh, feeling the sweet pressure of his digit right on her damp underwears. 

“Sssh, don’t even try to argue,” Zoro whispers, as his other digits put aside her panties to grant him a proper access to her wet core. “Mh, looks like I won my bet. I know you only wanting me in those pants to have my cock inside of you after.” 

She moans, desperately, unable to control herself as he gently rubs his thumb on her clit, his other fingers playing with her entrance, teasing her intensely. Zoro is clearly in his most dominant mood, and somehow, wearing leather only increases his needs to make her beg for him. She knows it, tonight, he’s going to be even wilder than usual. 

“So, Name… Do you like me outfit?” Zoro asks again, his finger terribly slow on her clit, his eyes looking for her every reaction on her face. 

She moves her hips to chase her own pleasure, but he suddenly plasters his hand on them, holding her still until she eventually answers the question. He smirks, his index and middle finger brushing her entrance, drops of her wet core dripping against her thigh lazily. 

“Yes…,” she eventually moans, looking at him with despair and passion. “Yes…I…I love it, Zoro…,” 

He presses his thumb harder on her clit, yet, his interrogation isn’t over. He knows there’s something else, and he wants her to spit it. He wants her to admit that he didn’t really need to wear this tonight, and that she only did that because she has a thing for men in leather. 

“Now be a good girl, and tell me if I really had to wear this tonight…,” Zoro smirks, one of his digit entering her as he sees her face changing into an expression full of pleasure. Yet, he doesn’t move anymore, waiting patiently. “If you tell me the truth, I swear, I’m going to take you so hard and good, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 

Once again, Zoro is that erotic god she can’t handle sometimes. The way he touches her tonight is far from his usual habits ; he’s slow, he takes his time to build this poisonous tension, knowing perfectly how much she desires him. He always loves to rush things and gets started almost immediately, but for once… He controls his pace, only building a greater frustration within her so he can unleash his real power right after she would admit that she had something in mind with these clothes. 

“Alright… I saw this outfit a few weeks ago and… Yes…,” She argues, feeling his finger starting to move inside of her to encourage her. “Yes, you didn’t have… But I… I like this too much, please, Zoro, stop playing with me!” 

Zoro gently laughs with his deep and broken voice, as he suddenly crashes his mouth on hers, his tongue seeking for her own, while he immediately pushes another finger inside of her, his thumb circling her clit with a vivid pace. She starts to tremble under his ministrations, her hands now unbuckling his pants and pulling them slightly down, so she can release his massive arousal and touches him as well. Yet, Zoro doesn’t let her get what she wants, and before she can have a grip on his cock, he suddenly spins her hips, gripping her nape with a strong and dominant palm to hold her in her new position, as he pushes his hips forward to press them against her rear and lets his fingers continues their work on her body. 

“No, no, no…,” Zoro hums in her ear, opening her core with a third digit. “You don’t touch me, silly girl. I’m the one in charge here, and you get what I give. Naughty lying girl like you should learn her lesson now.” 

He lets lose his grip on her neck and immediately grabs the strap of his left suspender to take it off, expertidly rolling the leather around her wrists, as he holds her hands tied behind her back. She groans, her core now more than wet, squirting under his furious pace. She suddenly cries louder, and way before Zoro can’t stop her, he feels her swollen clit getting tensed, and her fingers being squeezed inside of her. He bites her neck while he helps her to ride her first orgasm out, still touching her, somehow proud of him to play with her like this. He gently licks her earlobe, removing his hand from her sensitive area to grab his manhood and guide the head to her entrance, not even taking the time to pull down his pants entirely. He pulls on her wrists with his other hand, and uses his feet to bring her legs closer, ordering her to squeeze her thighs together while he rubs his arousal on her excited entrance. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name,” Zoro snarls, feeling her impatience, her body reacting delicious to his rubbing cock. “My girl who loves leather pants…,”

He plays with the suspenders restraining her wrists, sometimes drawing them towards him, adjusting his position as he suddenly slams his hips forward and enters her fully in one powerful motion, overwhelmed by the narrowness of her sweet slit. She gasps, her core deliciously tight and wet for him, before he moves his hips backwards, his cock entirely pulls out, before he thrusts back again. For a moment, he keeps doing this, mastering his pace but also his grip on her restrained arms, before he begins to pound harder, deeper, and faster. The slap of his leather pants starts to fill the room with lusty noises, along with their flesh colliding anytime he thrusts inside of her. She’s a real mess. She groans, and moans, and more than once, she even tries to open her legs a bit more, or to have some control on her body position, but Zoro makes sure that she can’t make a single movement, his cock buried in the depths of her sweet cave. He knows that he has enough stamina to make her sing for a long time, so gently, he releases her wrists after a moment, allowing her to grip the table before he pulls his cock out of her core, and spins her hips so she can face him. Once he has a proper vision on her messy face, Zoro kisses her sloppily, his tongue and teeth clenching with hers. He puts his hands behind her thigh and helps her sitting at the edge of the desk, shoving his cock back inside of her with a powerful thrust. She grips his one and only suspender, pulling on it to bring him even closer, her breathing erratic, as she parts her lips to catch some air. He loves her features, at the moment. Her gorgeous complexion, her swollen and redder lips, inviting him to have another kiss on them. Yet, Zoro prefers to dig his mouth in the crook of her neck, sucking harshly on her sensitive spot to leave purple and yellow marks, his hips moving fast and steadily, as his hand grabs her rear to adjust their position. He skims her body with his free fingers, until he comes up and brushes her lips, his head following his gestures, while he faces her again. 

“Good girl,” Zoro growls, taking her with sharp and powerful thrusts. “I want you to come for me again,” he slides his thumb against her lips, her tongue already licking the tip of his nail. “Suck it, and you’ll have it.” 

Immediately, she opens her mouth to let her tongue plays with Zoro’s thumb, while he growls harder, his pace becoming slightly erratic and uncontrollable. He digs his fingernails in her rear, his thumb deepening in her mouth, until he pulls it out and presses it between her spreaded legs, right on her swollen and already soiled nub. She rolls an arm around his neck as he starts to massage her down there, her mouth begging for a kiss. He’s more than willing to offer her, and when he begins to kiss her again, he increases his pace with both of his thumb and his hips, creating waves of shivers on her body, while she arches her back even more, moaning hard inside his mouth. He smirks, feeling deeply powerful at this particular moment, circling her nub until she eventually bursts into a deep growl, her inner walls squeezing his cock, as she reaches the Seventh Heaven for the second time. He parts his lips, looking at her blushed features and her lusty stare, pulling his cock out, his orgasm coming. He strokes himself a few times before he loads on her belly, covering her skin but also her dress with his seed, growling like a dangerous beast, catching his breath back when he’s finally done. 

“You really had to destroy my dress…,” she angrily whispers, her fingers caressing his sweating chest. 

Zoro doesn’t even try to hide his content, catching her wrist to put a kiss on the red marks caused by the leather. He knows he has been slightly harsher than usual, but he’s far from apologizing. He leaves a few kisses on her arm, coming up until he pulls on her neck skin with his teeth.

“I’ll buy you another one,” Zoro comments, his lips coming up to brush hers with slow and tender gestures. 

“You don’t have any money, loser…,” she pouts, looking at him in the eyes, yet somehow amused by the way he teases her. 

“I just need to sell these leather pants, and I’ll have some,” Zoro smirks, looking at her eyes suddenly looking down and watching at his pants and his exposed arousal. “What?” 

“Mmh.” 

Zoro raises an eyebrow, and she finally lets loose a long and fake sigh, shaking her head. 

“Don’t sell them, okay…,” 

Zoro laughs softly with his usual deep and broken voice, slamming his palm on her rear, his fingers digging in her soft skin as he comes closer. 

“Oh, I won’t.” 

[thisiskatsblog]

Hey! I found your blog and that ask about how you've been like a veteran Larrie was beautiful. Even this: 'I just get sad when I see people's faith shaken so easily, not AT them for having doubts but because this is the environment bred by years of being told that the thing you see in front of your face isn't there. The gas-lighting is real.' That made me feel like sobbing. I try so hard to have faith and be strong for them, for the two boys I love more than anything in the world, because their

part 2: love truly completes mylife, and while I try so hard not to let some disgusting antis comments get tome, they inevitably do. I’m a new writer, and I just found a blog xxxxxxxxxxand I saw this: ‘I’m not one for violence, but I do believe that you should beencouraged to punch a) Nazis and b) Larries’, as well as this whole nasty,repulsive rant she went on about why she hates Larries. The world is so fuckedup and I hate that such horrible people exist. I hate how low I feelafter 

part 3: reading such vilecomments. Even though Larry is my whole world and I literally don’t care aboutany other couple, it’s so fucking hard to be strong in such a toxicenvironment. Sometimes I just feel like breaking down and sobbing because it’sso fucking draining and painful and it all just hurts so much. Sorry forflooding your inbox, I just feel so depressed about all this. I know we’re inthe majority, I know we’ve held our heads fucking high through it all, but it’sagonising. 

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Dear sweet anon, 

First thingsfirst: imagine me giving you a big, warm and long hug (unless you’re uncomfortablewith hugs, in which case imagine me bringing you a cup of tea or something elseyou like). I know how draining it can be – didn’t leave the fandom for a yearfor no reason – but there are ways to make all this more enjoyable.

Withoutwanting to tell you what to do, I do want to share a few things that have mademy experience 10x more enjoyable this time round.

1stthing that worked for me: curating my social media experience carefully. Firsttime round, for the longest time, I wouldn’t block or unfollow any blogs anddeliberately followed some antis to stay up to date – all out of a misguidedsense of “I shouldn’t ignore any information”. But anti opinions are notinformation, and not all perspectives are equal. All evidence needs to be evaluated,in context of the last ten years. If this consistently points to a relationship– it’s okay for you to stop looking at blogs that discount the evidence for Louis’and Harry’s relationship. Keeping an open mind, okay, but publicityrelationships are a thing, and it’s perfectly okay to filter them out. It’s even more important to protect yourselfagainst hate speech

Which bringsme to the 2nd thing that worked for me: never to hesitate to block someonewho compares you to a nazi and says you deserve to be punched. That’s bullyingand online violence and it deserves no more than one second of your attention.The time it needs to report and block them. End of story. I was stupid enoughnot to do that in this case, I actually went and looked, curious to find out what thejustification of this comparison was, which led me to some seriously logicallyflawed theories of Larries being antisemitic conspiracy theorists which… lostme another hour of my day and brought me no useful insights whatsoever. If youneed whole pages to connect Larries to antisemitism based on the bad logic, on denial of evidence, and on denial that closeting of celebrities just HAPPENS,like ALL the fucking time - that’s really just not WANTING to see it.

A 3rdthing that has worked for me is not letting “Larry (be) mywhole world”. I hope you were exaggerating it a littlebit  - but I can related somewhat. Theirdynamics certainly became a source of positive energy in my life back in 2013when I was in dire need of one, but as I had few other sources and this RainbowDirection thing gradually started taking up more space in my life and became adirect target of the gaslighting and bullying tactics, it almost destroyed me.When your only source of positive is this, and you cannot/or refuse to avoidthe negativity, it becomes a toxic relationship for you. I always took socialmedia detox weeks over the summer holidays, but last year, I extracted myselffrom all of this for over a year because the negatives started outweighing thepositives. This allowed me to build more other sources of positivity into mylife and that has made all the difference in coming back. Taking a step back can really helpyou see perspective. Interestinglywhen I came back, I realized I had remembered most of the bad stuff, and I hadforgotten so much of the good stuff.  I amhaving loads more fun now. And I am also much more careful about what I allow to affect me. You can choose to see the glass half full or half empty. I chose to be an optimist, and allow myself not to have to doubt everything all the time. 

Fourththings that has worked for me: self care. I am who I am, so every once in a while,I do still get shitty anons, or I get caught up in an argument with someone whodraws the blood from under my nails, or I find out that someone I like that hasme blocked for some reason that likely has very little to do with what Iactually think or said. That’s shitty. But there’s good antidotes for it. I’vecreated a few resources for my own self care. When, this past year, shittystuff happened, I devoted myself to creating lists of things that make me happyin this fandom. For me that will be updating the Rainbow Direction press articleslist, or history page, or going through this list of tribute videos. I am justnow thinking of a post that I have been planning to make collecting allcomments from people reminiscing about the early RD days after Harry’s tour endedlast year. Go back over the Harry-Louis treatise, immerse yourself in FreddieIsMyQueen’schannel, scroll through the pride and rainbow tags, there is so much that youcan do to remind you of the good stuff in this fandom. There is really loads ofit.

Thatdoesn’t mean I don’t sometimes feel like breaking down and sobbing. When Iimagine going to Louis’ concert and watching him sing Too Young, or Walls, Ibreak down and sob and desperately want to be hugged. And that’s frustratingabout being in an online, virtual community, there is no one to give you thathug. That’s when I know I need to call one of my friends in real life andinvite them for a cosy evening on the couch. Actual real human contact, gettingmy daily hugs in, has been so so important for me. But self care also workshere: in the past when there wasn’t anyone, a long walk outside, a warm bath, ora visit to the sauna or the gym have also worked for me. Being physical,instead of all this virtual mindblowing and mindnumbing shit.

Wow,this wasn’t supposed to get so long. But I can relate. And I’m hugging you fromfar away, if that’s your thing.

All thelove, anon!  

[spockandawe]

Windblade!

WINDBLADE! My girl!!!

First impression: Well, it was Dark Cybertron, so mostly I was confused and trying to slog on through the uneven art and writing without losing my momentum. My first impression was probably something like noooOOOoooOOO not MORE characters :c

Impression now: Oh my god, I love her. She kind of breaks type in terms of my faves, where a lot of times I gravitate to the characters who are carrying massive damage and/or anger, and she’s… pretty well adjusted! I love how determined she is, how smart she is, how compassionate she is, how good-natured and friendly she is. I love that she’s one of the characters who was calculating enough to be like ‘starscream’s a hazard, but i don’t want to overthrow him, i’d rather support him and stabilize the planet as much as i can’. I love how well she shoulders new and heavier responsibilities, and that she doesn’t really want power, but when she has the ability to help people by leading, she wants to help as much as she can. And despite all that good nature, she’s got a temper and an attitude, and she’s totally unwilling to let people walk all over her.

Favorite moment: Ooooh. I know I picked this as one of my favorite moments for Starscream, but seriously, when she’s trapped in her own head with Vigilem and Starscream comes to visit and gets trapped too, and she protects him and kicks Vigilem out of the driver’s seat. She’s just so fucking determined, and not just that, but determined to do the right thing. There’s something that’s really hard to articulate about this, but… she knows what Starscream is like, but still doesn’t hesitate to protect him. Even when Starscream is blackmailing her, she’s really bad at being blackmailed. Even without Chromia making her move, I don’t think that would have stuck long. Windblade really has a strong grasp of her own personal standards of right and wrong, and I think that moment where she jumps in and grabs Starscream’s spark and forges him a new body really embodies all the best things about her.

Idea for a story: Well, the easy answer would be the same vigilem mind meld fic I talked about for Starscream :P But let’s have a little variety! I am dying to get to the starbladejack fic where Megatron comes to visit Cybertron. It won’t just be Megatron, it’ll be the LL officers all at once, and they’ll have genuinely innocent intentions. But I still want to put Windblade in a room with Megatron and Starscream. I want it so badly I’m going to scream. I want Windblade to (not literally) stand up and say that yes, Starscream is a jackass, but he’s my jackass, and I’m not comfortable with what’s happening here. I want her willing to throw down with Megatron, even though he’s old, experienced, and ruthless, and has unimaginable amounts of blood on his hands, and where by Cybertronian standards, she’s an untried baby. I need this fic, if only I could get unstuck on the last few things I need to write before beginning it XD

Unpopular opinion: Starblade? I’m sticking with that one :B It’s so baffling to me that people are getting all purity culture over this ship when this canon is full of characters who have tried to kill each other loads of times, and have frequently mutilated each other in all sorts of interesting ways, but this is the ship that people get stuck on. I mean, Megatron came this close to killing Rodimus in phase one, but that’s still popular. He came that close to killing OP too, but megop is stlil a standard. I think starblade is a tricky balance, but it has so much potential to bring out the best in both of them. If they’re written together to a stable place, it has the potential to be a Starscream with all his abrasiveness and sharp edges intact, but where he’s better at pulling up before trying to hurt (/kill) people he cares about. And it showcases the part of her I love where she’s tenacious as hell and takes no shit, and she doesn’t dissolve into bland shapeless personality-what-personality characterization that sometimes happens to women in a cast of majority men.

Favorite relationship: Man, you’d think that at this point I’d be better about remembering what the next question in this list is :P Anyways, yeah. Starscream. For him I picked starbladejack because choosing starblade vs starjack was impossible, but for her, it���s more directly starscream. With an optional side serving of other ships, like starbladejack and starbladebee, or even adding vigilem to the mix. I’m very open to all the possibilities. But the starblade dynamic is what keeps me most invested in all those things. Pitchrom is just a delight when it’s done nicely, and they’re such a perfect matched pitch pair that I can ship them around as a unit without having to think too hard about it.

Favorite headcanon: This one is so tricky :P I’d say that vigilem didn’t die in taao, because the spark ‘burns away things that are false’, but I’m also saving that for the vigilem ask in my inbox. How about that Windblade is very young, even by Camien standards, and especially by Cybertronian standards. She’s still an adult, and is well-trained, well-educated, and very intelligent, but when a Cybertronian learns how young she is it’s super disconcerting because they’re not used to young people and oh god who let this baby out without supervision she’s going to be killed– It’s frustrating to her in some ways and hilarious in others, and also distresses her on a deeper level because the lack of Cybertronian babies is a whole other problem and people from their homeworld shouldn’t be in a position where they see her as alarmingly young.

[mybeautifuldecay]

Private Tutor. Chapter Thirteen; The Smile Was A Little Forced, But It Lasted.

These chapters are getting finished and posted later and later but hopefully it’s for the best. I basically slept all day today and only woke up as the sun set (which considering it’s summer, is pretty late).

Credit, as always, goes to the wonderful @gotham-ruaidh for being my reason for fic in the first place and to @suhailauniverse for being wise and helping me to understand the basic principles of university educations and many other things that make her way smarter than me <3 thanks Suh, you rock.

As always, I don’t have an active AO3 account: so sorry all who find it easier over there...but I'm going to mash together a master list in the next couple of days.

Happy Thursday, all. 

Pacing the length of her bedroom, the carpet swished beneath Claire’s feet as she glanced at herself in the vanity - trying to work off the nerves that sat heavy in her belly.

Dr Abernathy had emailed her back only twenty-four hours after she’d sent him the request and she’d spend double that time trying to pluck up the courage to open it. She couldn’t face the prospect of him declining her, but nor did she know how she’d feel if he’d responded positively.

Frank had been decidedly absent for the last few days, staying with his student no doubt but Claire didn’t have any energy to dwell on that.

“Come on, Beauchamp.” She sighed, twisting her hands into fists as she referred to herself using her maiden name; something she hadn’t done in years. Opening the lid of her laptop she loaded up her email account, her fingers typing in the password so fast that she had to repeat the process three times before she finally got the combination right.

Sitting unobtrusively in her inbox, the message flashed up as unread the second it loaded, the bright blue bold font making Claire’s stomach topple. The subject line held a few words but it didn’t give her any clue as to what lay beyond. Clicking quickly on the link, she finally opened it and her eyes caught a date almost immediately.

‘Dear Claire, I’m so glad you finally plucked up the courage to get into contact with me…’ the first line read, making Claire’s heart skip. Letting her eyes drift over the nice opening, she read the paragraph further down, the one that contained the date, her palms sitting face down on the desk either side of the computer to hold her steady. As soon as she’d processed the information she needed she grabbed for her phone and quickly pressed ‘call’ on Jamie’s number. It only rang out a couple of times before she heard him pick up and greet her.

“He’s asked me to come to the hospital to meet him, Jamie,” she babbled resuming her pacing as she spoke, “he said it wasn’t an interview so much as a discussion about my options. What do I do?”

“Sassenach,” Jamie soothed, his voice calm and quiet as he tried to talk Claire down, “ye reply in the positive, aye? Go and meet him. He’s a busy man, even though he said it wasna an interview he wouldna invite you up there if he meant to waste yers and his time. I suspect, as it’s so late in the year, he might have an alternative solution for September but there’s no point in him taking ye to meet the course heads if he doesna ken what yer plans are. But I canna say for sure.”

“Christ.” Claire exclaimed, flopping onto the bed as she let Jamie’s words sink in. “I’ve wanted this for so long and now I might finally be able to do it I’m actively petrified.”

“Then that’s a good sign, lass. Anything that makes ye that worrit is something worth fighting for.”

Claire smiled down the phone at his words. Jamie was right. She’d been numb for so long that any emotion, even one that had her pulse racing and her nerves shot, was not something to be ignored.

“True.” She said watching carefully as the thin fibres of her faux-fur rug slid between her toes. “Now what on earth am I supposed to wear to meet a chief surgeon!?”

“Bloodied scrubs?” Jamie joked, unable to contain it.

“I don’t-” Claire began before laughing down the phone. “Helpful, Fraser,” she quipped, “thank you.”

--

“I’m really pleased that Jamie made you contact me.” Joe (he’d been clear that there were to be no formalities and Claire had been forced to leave the ‘doctor’ title at the door when she’d entered his small office) said with a rather large smile on his face as he pulled a chair out for her. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but we’ve actually met before. When your husband first arrived at the university you were both at a benefit. I only recalled it after you’d left the lecture theatre the other day.”

“So you knew I wasn’t enrolled at the university then?” Claire replied quietly, feeling downcast that she’d even attempted to pull off the rouse.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, Claire. I wasn't worried either way.” He said kindly, his American accent sounding more pronounced as he signed off a few papers that lay harmlessly in front of him. “Like I said before, I met you when you were with professor Randall.” The way he said Frank’s name made her ears prick. It wasn’t truly unpleasant but there was a minor hint of enmity behind his tone. “And to see you in that talk, with animation and life appearing behind your eyes as you listened cautiously, making sure you only made a comment when you were certain you’d gotten the gist of the conversation. It was...enlightening. Then,” he continued, pouring a cup of tea for each of them from a pot that was already on his desk, “when I finally remembered where I’d seen you previously; well, then it felt all the more impressive.”

“I’m sure I wasn’t much as to be remembered, Joe,” she said, half on the way to calling him doctor before she recalled their earlier accord, “the last time I tried to make any comments at one of those things I got some incredible side-eye from Frank.”

Joe scoffed, a half laugh, half sneer as he tried to contain his own loathing for such events and the specific characters that often frequented them. “But, hopefully, your days of being left in the shadows are over Claire.” He returned, making her sit up straighter in her chair. “If some of those intriguing notions you brought to the fore at the seminar are anything to go by, I don’t doubt that you could be an incredible doctor, should you want that, of course?” He left the question hanging in the air, giving Claire an opportunity to speak.

“Is that what you do then? Up at the university, Joe. Vet the current cohort?” She spoke without really thinking but as soon as the words were out of her mouth her cheeks flamed red and she snapped her lips shut. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, no, Claire,” Joe chuckled, a sly look in his eye, “don’t be sorry. You’re completely correct. Though not infallible,” he declared with some humour, “I have a keen eye and the tutors like to get my opinion on those they harbour some concern over. It’s a double win, really. The professors get my *valuable*,” he said winking conspiratively, “assessment and the students get at least one amusing lecture a year.”

“Can you tell who’ll pass and fail then?” She said jokingly. “Should I be worried that you know my fate already?”

“Oh, if only. I’d be out of here like a shot if that were the case, selling my talents and securing the rights to my own television series. It’s usually just a feeling. I have a degree in psychology as well as my PHd and my MD, I wasn’t too invested in some of the theories, of course, but the human psyche is an interesting thing and when applied to med students, you can really sort the strong from the weak. Some will surprise you, there’s always at least one that does, and others will do just as I’ve predicted.”

“And you think I’m worth the punt?” Claire interjected her voice steady, confident and resolute as she spoke.

“I don’t think,” he returned, his eyes holding hers as he placed his hands on the desk either side of the two full teacups, “I know, Claire.”

“What’s the dropout rate looking like for this intake?” She said getting straight to the point. If there was to be any chance of her enrolling in September she knew it would hinge on some of the new and current students leaving the course.

“Don’t worry about that for now. I just need to know how serious you are about pursuing this.”

“I want it. Desperately. Not at the detriment of someone else,” she said, realising how her words might have sounded, “but studying with Jamie has made me see how much I need to do something rather than nothing.”

“I get the feeling this is a calling for you, Claire, something that is burned deep into your DNA, and I’m willing to put my neck on the line in order to help you achieve that, just as Mr Fraser has done. That being said, and I’m certain you know this already, you’ve been out of education for a while. Even with the knowledge you’ve gained from Jamie’s teaching, it would be hard to convince any medical course to take you on without some proof that you haven’t completely forgotten all of your A Level sciences. So what if we discuss a foundation course for September and see how that goes?”

“I think that’s perfect.” Claire nodded, her eyes alight with joy as Joe reached out his hand and she took it in acceptance. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t let you down.”

--

Skipping out of the hospital, Claire tried to slow her steps and appear as normal as possible but inside her heart was fluttering like mad, the satisfaction of having added an ally (and a powerful one at that) making her vibrate from head to toe. There was only one person she needed to tell now and she had no clue where he might be.

Turning onto the main road she headed for the university, her mind too focused on finding Jamie to worry about seeing Frank or any of his colleagues. But luck was on her side for the moment and as she searched through the medical department, she didn’t see anyone who might recognise her.

But nor could she find Jamie.

Taking a small map of Glasgow from a stack by the university tourist shop, she noted where The Mitchell was in relation to where she was and began the short walk across the campus towards the city centre. She’d left the house this morning without her phone and had no means to call Jamie and find out his whereabouts but she didn’t think he’d be at home at this point in the day.

She walked through Kelvingrove, pushing her hair back off her face as she skirted by the gallery (staying out of the way of the dog walkers, pushchairs and cyclists) Joe’s words whirling around her head as the sun shone high in the sky. As the glorious architecture appeared, the swish of the cars driving along the dual carriageway echoing behind the large building, Claire rushed up the steps - waving at Ellen and Geillis as they stood chatting at the front desk.

“Jamie?” She whispered, popping her head about the bookcases as she sought him out. “Jamie, are you here?”

The rest of the library was deserted so she didn’t feel too bad about calling out for him.

Just as she was about to turn, Claire caught sight of a hunched figure to the side of the larger stacks - his red hair sticking up as he turned the page of the aged book.

“Jamie…” Claire sighed, sliding into the chair next to him and glancing across at him from the corner of her eye. He barely looked up, but he did smile a little as she nudged her knee against his. “I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but good to me and I’ve hidden from you these last few weeks.”

“I canna say it didn’t hurt my feelings, sassenach,” he said, closing his book and placing it at his feet, “but I ken why ye did it. How did yer meeting go?’ He asked, changing the subject.

“It was just as you said. He suggested a foundation year and I said yes.”

His smile was a little forced, but it lasted. “See,” he murmured, “I kent ye could do it. I’m so proud of you.”

“It’s down to you, Jamie.” She said, moisture building in her eyes at his declaration. “I wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for you.”

“Ach, ye would. Yer too smart to wither away. Sooner or later you would have gathered the courage to follow yer dreams, I truly believe that. I just helped fate along a little, aye?”

“Fuck fate…” Claire snorted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before letting her arm drop, her palm resting gently over the back of Jamie’s hand. Buoyed by the contact she took one deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, Jamie Fraser, and that has nothing to do with fate. Neither does me applying for this course. It’s you. All of it. It’s all down to you.”

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Carlos you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Andromeda Tonks!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

We were so pleased and excited to see your application in our inbox and we are thrilled to be able to welcome both you and your Andromeda into the roleplay. It was clear from both your questionnaire answers and the lovely para sample that you did that you have a strong vision of her and brought her to life. You showed the ties that she still has to her family  - even in the way that she acts - despite her decision and the conflict that she still feels over it The feistiness and determination that you showed so well will undoubtedly be great to see on the dash and we’re excited to see what you will do with her! 

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I go by Carlos, 25, and I prefer she/her and I am currently leaving in Hawaii – I just moved here so I think the timezone is The Hawaii–Aleutian Time Zone.

ACTIVITY

Probably 7-8 to be honest if not more. I am studying for the bar and have a job but I am on at last once a day.

TRIGGERS

None tbh. But if I do remember any I will send you guys a message.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Via a recommendation.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Lol I would say Hermione because I was in love with her when I was little. I know – everyone tends to be because of how smart she is and brave but as I have grown I have realized I truly do admire and identify with Luna the most. That was because she had such a wild imagination and didn’t let logic get her stuck in her ways so that she was able to believe in the impossible. She never apologized for being unique and she never thought of herself os strange or odd but just unique which I have come to realize is the truth about every single of us. Not to mention that she was the most legit Ravenclaw <3

ANYTHING ELSE?

None at all.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Andromeda Tonks

FACE CLAIM

Jenna Louise Coleman

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I choose Andromeda because I love how she came from a family that believed in something so strongly but she was able to make up her mind when it came to right and wrong and was able to stick with it. She didn’t give blind loyalty and stood up for what she thought was right though it ended up costing her both of her sisters and her family. I don’t think that she turned her back on her family but rather on their beliefs and I don’t believe that it was all because of Edward, I think that Edward gave her the confidence and the push that she needed – the bravery that she had always had by giving her a solid ground to land on. I believe that she always knew that she didn’t have the same beliefs or common mindsets and I am sure that she would battle with her parents and family members during dinners and perhaps an afternoon talk and push her best to get her family to see her perspective and respect it but always ended up knowing deep down that the day when she would have to turn her back was drawing closer every day.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Andromeda/Chemistry & Andromeda/Edward. She is heterosexual. She/Her. Andromeda looks at love as two independent people that enter into an unspoken contract to be there for each other – be each others teammate in life and love them unconditionally as well as respect them. She really believed in that when she left her family and even the moments that it creeps in that she feels like she did wrong because at the end of the day what kind of person turns against their family and not feel an ache? She doesn’t regret her decision and if she had to do it all over again it would be the same but that doesn’t erase the pain that comes from having to turn your back on people that raised you and you love not to mention seeing her sisters – especially her younger one – every other day and not being able to talk to them like before.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

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IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“The spell for someone to stop asking idiotic questions? Imagine how much time we would’ve saved just now.” She replied without hesitation. Even though the question did not make it on the top ten stupid questions that she had ever been asked throughout her life there was still the need to not let an opportunity to sass the interviewer up. It had actually been a question she herself had thought about every now and then and the best she had come up with was a spell that open people’s mind to other opinions and perspective, but even that felt wrong to a degree.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Edward – and my motorcycle. I know I could probably just conjure one with my want – but vintage is something that one can’t just replicate. Food would be taken care of – I am sure that if cave man were successful that I will be just fine.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Ones involving food – cause you know eating next is the most important decision to make,” Andromeda scarastically responded knowing full well that the real answer was any decisions relating to her family, especially the lastest of turning her back on them. Of course it didn’t take any idiot to realize that – any idiot that knew who she was and what she had done and anyone else didn’t need to know.

♔ What is one thing you would never want to be said about you?

“You act like I care what anyone says about me – but I suppose if this was some important interview in which I was forced to give an reasonable answer to then it would have to be that I lacked the courage and conviction to do the right thing – that I let my personal feelings get in the way – some sentimental thing like that.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

The plot drop was amazing! I believe that Andromeda would do her best to push for the two groups to be brought together and get them to see that they’re stronger if they both get on the same track and work together than just scrambling around like headless chickens. Maybe she would’ve tried going to the engagement party to see her younger sister, since I imagine it had been a while since she had seen her.

WRITING SAMPLE

It was 3 am. No one was up. To everyone else a drop of a pin would wake him or her up but not to Andromeda. Not at all. Her thoughts were louder than London on its busiest day. The idea of going back to sleep was quickly discarded, she knew too well that was not an option. Once upon a time she had heard that was the time people that were not at peace with themselves woke up. In another place and time, she had once read that it was the exact time that evil was at its strongest. These were all muggle ideas and thoughts and even though Andromeda didn’t believe in them completely she couldn’t deny them either. Her dreams always managed to wake her up at the same exact time over and over. The dreams had gotten better throughout time. Actually, that was a lie. She had gotten better at handling them due to her fear of always waking up Edward. So there she was again laying in bed and staring at the ceiling above her. Playing over her latest dream in her head again. A dream that she didn’t need any interpretation for. None of her dreams did, most of them just had her standing in front of the graves of her sisters. Of feeling the unbearable ache of losing them and knowing that their last words had not been words of kindness.

Though all the years before should have prepared her for the destruction that had taken place it hadn’t. Logically she had done the right thing. Deep down the brunette knew that she would not have been able to live with herself if she hadn’t taken the choice she had and yet to a degree she was inconsolable. The look on Narcissa’s face when it became evident that Andromeda was turning her back on them was permanently ingrained in her head. How her actions had come across to her baby sister as a betrayal when it hadn’t been like that. Andromeda could not support her families belief but that did not mean that she didn’t love or care for them. She had turned her back on the pureblood thought of mind, not on her sisters, but it became evident all too soon that technicalities did not matter. Not to her family. It would have been easier on Andromeda’s spirit if by refusing to follow the certain beliefs of her family meant all emotional ties were erased, but it was not that simple. Though perhaps it was not as complicated as she was making it out to be. Narcissa’s disowning her was perhaps the one that cut the deepest. She had enjoyed a special bond with her younger sister. Both of them had leaned on each other, though Narcissa was a loyal to the pureblood ideology the reasons why they were close outnumbered that philosophy. Or so Andromeda had hoped so – and if she was completely honest she was still hoping. It was why she still reached out to her sister. Why Narcissa was the only person she allowed to insult her and why Andromeda kept going back trying to get her to see her reasons. To see that even though the rest of her family might never accept her or acknowledge her that Narcissa did not have to do that to her; that there was another option.

Tilting her head on her pillow her brown hues laid Edward’s perfect silhouette lying beside her. He was the reminder that what she had done was something that was inevitable. If it hadn’t happened then it would’ve happened later. Edward had just managed to push her to face reality sooner than she had wanted to. The love that she held for him had made her stop running from herself. There was a peace of mind that overcame her – it was the unexplainable effect that he had on her. He made her braver than she had ever thought possible. Questioning whether she did the right thing was perhaps just a new norm that she was going to have to get used to. Even though she knew she did, the ache of the loss that came with it was a feeling demanded to be felt. Though Andromeda never held the conviction that emotions made individuals weak this feeling was one that she would have to control on her own. After all 3 am were not a sign that she was not at peace with herself or that it was the timeframe that another force won, 3 am was just Andromeda fighting her own demons and making peace with what was.

[nirah10]

Is this a advice column?

From Mrs. Underwood,

Dear Nirah,

My son and his girlfriend have been together for eleven months, falling pregnant six months into the relationship. She is nearly five months pregnant now. They got engaged shortly after meeting (before the pregnancy even) and are planning a wedding for about a year in the future, when the baby will be about six months.

My son is twenty and his girlfriend is twenty-four. This is the first child for both of them.

They both work full time, she is a mathematics teacher at the local high school and my son is a mechanic.

I’m unhappy that they have gotten serious so quickly, but have tried to show support as much as I can.

But last week I found something that made me very angry.

I found out on my grandchild’s birth certificate they plan to put down her last name as the child’s surname. I told my son that he will be unhappy in the future not to share a last name with his child. His reply was that he would, because he is planning to change his last name to his wife’s surname when they get married last year.

Not only is my twenty year old son jumping into marriage and a baby with a woman four years older than him, he also plans to take her name and allow his child to take hers!

When I married my husband I would never dream of trying to divide myself from his family and in-laws by refusing to take his last name! Traditions are important!

She may be working full time now, but after the baby comes, I bet my son will have to pick up more of the bills and she will cut back her hours!

I feel like an older, controlling woman has taken a hold over by boy who is barely out of his teens, gotten herself pregnant and now is controlling him though his youth by measures like making their baby take her name and convincing him to take hers.

I’m worried about my son and this woman’s influence on her.

I told my son I was very disappointed he was giving up his father’s last. (I haven’t told my husband yet, he will hit the roof!)

My son just shrugged and said I was old fashioned.

Traditions are important. How can I make him see that?

And protect him from a potentially controlling relationship?

Best Regards,

Mrs E. Underwood. 

Dear Mrs. Underwood,

I’m going to start by letting you know that this is actually not an official advice column, I’m just a person with an open mind, an open inbox, and some strong opinions. I am aware that it is sometimes easier to talk about things through the anonymity of the internet and that sometimes it’s a nice way to get an objective point of view, so I have always been willing to listen and respond when someone wants to share their troubles. I will also let you know that, while I try to be understanding, I’m also very honest when giving my opinion and my answers may not be what you want to hear. That all being said, here’s what I have to say in regard to your situation.

I hate to tell you this, but I actually think you’re in the wrong here. It’s totally normal to be concerned about your son when he’s going through such huge changes in his life, but there is a difference between being concerned for his well-being and simply being upset because things aren’t going the way you wanted. It’s important to remember that your son has his own life and everybody lives a little differently. It’s not fair to your son to assume that he’s oblivious or irresponsible for making different choices than you would have and it’s definitely not fair to his fiance to paint her as some sort of villain just because she happens to be at the center of those decisions. I think you are being rather unkind to someone who is soon going to be a part of your family (whether you’re ready for it or not), and that may be something that can cause irreparable damage to your relationship. I speak from experience on this: my family fought tooth, nail, and claw against my  relationship with my boyfriend because they didn’t like that he’s an atheist. We just passed our ten year anniversary and the rift caused by their behaviour is still there. It’s hard to learn to like or trust someone when your first experiences of them are feeling like they treated you unkindly or with unfair suspicion.

Let’s think for a minute what your son’s fiance might be going through right now. She’s twenty-four, which is still very young, even if it is older than your son (and four years is really nothing to fret over). She’s in a new relationship and about to become a new mother. She probably has the exact concerns about how young they both are and about how they are going to support themselves once the baby comes. You talk about this situation like she planned it as some kind of devious plot to trap your son into supporting her, but nobody becomes a mathematics teacher because they’re lazy and it doesn’t make sense for her to intentionally get pregnant if they were already engaged. She didn’t “get herself” pregnant. She just became pregnant. It’s something that happened to her, not something that she did to your son. Try to take a step back and simply see them as two people rather than your son and “that woman”. Both her and your son are in a scary position together and they need to be supported together.

As for your son wishing to take her name and have their child have her name–traditions are only important to the people who want to keep them. You can’t force someone to care about something just because it’s important to you, especially when it’s something so personal. To you, taking your husband’s name was important, but that doesn’t mean that it has to be important to your son or his fiance. It’s also quite sexist to so freely expect a woman to give up her name but react with shock and anger when a man wants to give up his. After all, it’s not far-fetched to think that her name is really important to her just as your husband’s name is important to you. Your son is free to change his name, just as you were. The important thing here is that you are gaining family. You are going to have a grandchild and that’s beautiful. What that child’s name is really shouldn’t matter and it is definitely not worth creating tension over. I understand that it’s disappointing that things are happening differently than you wanted or expected and it’s okay to tell your son that you would like him to keep his name but, while it’s okay to make your wishes known, you have to respect that it’s not your decision.

Honestly, though, out of all the things you mentioned, the only thing I see as an actual concern is their decision to marry quickly. Again, this is no one’s decision except theirs but I do think it’s worth talking about respectfully. There is really no reason to rush into a marriage. They can be together and be a family without signing a legal contract just because that’s what people traditionally do. A new relationship puts your brain into an “infatuation” stage that physically changes your brain chemistry–it’s why people can be so madly in love and then suddenly find each other boring or annoying. According to some studies, the infatuation stage can last for a year or two before settling down, so it might be a good idea to wait until the relationship is two years old before marriage to let their brain chemistry settle down and be sure that the love is long-lasting. Here’s an article from Harvard Medical’s Department of Neurobiology with some information on the science behind love and infatuation that may be worth showing your son: http://neuro.hms.harvard.edu/harvard-mahoney-neuroscience-institute/brain-newsletter/and-brain-series/love-and-brain. If you do discuss this with him, it is very important that you emphasize that you are not against the marriage itself, but that you are only concerned with the rush and that you just want what’s best for them both. Wording will be important and your actual intent will be important. If you talk about marriage like it’s a trap or a mistake or if you talk about his fiance like she’s the bad guy, he won’t really hear you. You need to be on their side (both of them) and they need to know it if you are to have any real chance of helping them make decisions.

Finally, the only thing that makes a relationship controlling is if your son is actually being controlled. It sounds like these are all his own decisions, even if you disagree with them and even if they were not his ideas first. Not respecting his right to choose for himself and trying to push your will onto him–to “make him see”–is trying to control him. The fact that your son simply shrugs and says you’re old fashioned instead of stressing out over it is actually a sign that he’s perfectly comfortable expressing his own free will.

My advice is to not make something that could be good and beautiful become something ugly and stressful. You’re not in a power struggle with this woman. This is not about you. Your son grew up, found someone to love, and is moving on with his life. That can be really hard to accept as a mother (the stereotype of “monster-in-laws” exist for a reason–mothers struggle to give their baby to another woman), but your son growing up and starting his own family means that you’ve done your job well. Maybe it’s happening faster than expected but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Your reaction to this situation will decide your relationship with your son, your future daughter-in-law, and your grandchild(ren) for the rest of your life, so just focus on what’s important. They need your love and your support and giving that to them will create a bond that will be worth every shake of your head and every moment of frustration. Digging your heels in over your own expectations will create tension and a sense of distrust that can haunt you forever after. You might find yourself, years from now, feeling lonely or bitter because your son doesn’t visit as often as you like or because you’re not as close with your grandchild as you’d like–that would be a truly awful thing to experience over something as simple as a name and a rushed wedding date.

Love is what’s important. Just focus on that and be there for your family. Good luck and feel free to respond :)

[calvarineharrod]

25 things I've learnt at 25:

Lists usually remind us of order...

Grocery lists, itineraries, pros and cons, marked calendars, full inboxes, an array of neon post-its and not forgetting the dreaded PING! of a cellphone reminder.

Throughout life, we go through seasons of pain and gain. It's inevitable. For me, writing is cathartic. It's a outlet for my spiritual tap to run open. It's a window to invite visions and sounds to enter.

Our 20s is a metamorphosis between childishness and real adulting.

Since I'm 25 right now, I'm not relinquishing this opportunity to finally pass on some of my "wisdom" to other people reaching this 'tender' age. 

Herewith below is MY list of what I've learnt at 25:

1) Age: is just not just a number: you're half way to 50! "You cannot live the same way for 75 years and call it a life." Wisdom should grow with age. Be alert, stay woke and make sure you don't waste your youth for its a short time. 

2) Goals: are very important. Without goals, we live so aimlessly and not driven to be better, live better. Set realistic goals and update them. The "Dragging feet mentality" is the worst feeling. Goals keep you challenged and motivated. Don't despise moments of difficulty. Cultivate resilience.  

3) Discovery: One of my favourite things about being 25 is that you start to get specific about the things you like and are completely unapologetic about it. I know the type of food I want to eat, places I want to visit, conversations I want to have and the company I wish to be surrounded with. It's very liberating. 

4) Fix your Axis: start to get serious about your career. Shift your focus on productivity. Live to please yourself. 

Head in the direction of your dream job. Being 25 is probably the oldest age to get an internship so take any opportunity that allows you to be your best version.

5) Nightlife: The club is not as exciting as your cosy bed. Having a rejuvenating 10-hour sleep session trumps a night filled with drunk, sweaty people, loud music and traffic.

6) Your interests WILL change - for example, shopping for furniture is waaaaay more exciting than clothes. Your style changes, your taste evolves, you crave authenticity. You want to eat soul food and drink merlot. It's quite hilarious. 

7) Happiness. We spend our entire lives and a lot of money trying to attain happiness. It's all a hoax. Your happiness always begins with you. You are a complete person. Please stop looking for someone or something to complete you. 

8) Stand up for Yourself: It's okay to disagree with someone but still be graceful. Being 25 means you have lived long enough to have figured out the pattern of life. Have an opinion. Stand for what you believe in. Be strong and courageous. Don't allow anyone to violate you. 

9) Be responsible. Don't drink and drive. At 25, you cannot ask your parents to bail you out, sort your bills and rescue you from trouble. Grow up. 

10) Independence: sounds great but requires discipline and maturity. If you wish to be independent, you must be willing to make sacrifices as well. Rent, Groceries and Petrol are more important than Dinners, Movies and Entertainment. 

11) Finances. This is huge one. A proper savings plan and retirement annuity must be implemented. Start thinking critically of your future and be precise of exactly where you want to go. 

12) Friends : by the age of 25, you should already have figured out whose in your life for a season or a lifetime. I don't waste time being friends with fickle people. Loyalty and respect is what I look for in friends. Quality over quantity any day! 

13) Get smart: my favourite hobby of all time is reading. Get into the habit of knowing what's happening in the world. You're 25! You should have an opinion surrounding politics, religion, comedy, entertainment, sport, music. Don't go with flow, stand out and honestly, don’t be afraid to offend. Of course not maliciously, but if you view offends someone, don’t be hindered by their reaction. 

14) Forgiveness: no matter what religion or values you follow, forgiveness is a difficult but necessary trait to develop. Forgive others and forgive yourself for any past mistakes. 

15) Marriage: this is sensitive and different for everyone. Don't stress if you're not ‘Married’. Yes, you might feel dis-heartened that you did not find your so-called 'soulmate'. So what? Stop living your life based on other peoples’ deadlines. I believe in timing. Everything you're going through is preparing you for a brighter future. 

16) Family: Don't tolerate an abusive partner, instigating family members. Find your inner peace. Family is not limited to blood relation and true family don't seek to hurt each other.They seek to build each other. Remember that. 

17) Faith. I am I firm believer in God. I daily remind myself that it's not about me but actually fulfilling my God-given duties. My purpose before being a daughter, sister, auntie, friend and lover is to be WORSHIPPER. My role model is Christ and I often use the famous "WWJD" when approaching a situation. Don't worship with emotion but always in spirit and truth. 

18) Dating: I don't believe in dating people just to pass time or when I'm feeling bored. If I don't see a future with you, I'm not going to date you and waste both our time. 

19) Value: People base everything upon face-value. You might have received bad treatment because of your race, age or marital status. Ignore it. Remind yourself daily of who you are and who you belong to and that's God. You are not the tail but the head. 

20) Women in Power: I love seeing a strong woman taking charge, shattering the glass ceiling and successfully leading her home, workplace or any situation. We deserve respect, love and comfort but remember that you must also offer these qualities in order to receive it.

21) Social media: straight and simple. Don't post anything you wouldn't want your mother to see or would be embarrassed of in 5 years’ time. 

22) Face-beat: Learn how to do your own makeup but also don't feel afraid to be comfortable in your own skin. Contouring and highlighting is great when you have a great personality to match it with.

23) Birthdays: are no longer exciting. You get anxious even thinking of getting a year older, especially if you haven't met your goals for the year. 

24) Time is precious:  spend it wisely on experiences and relationships. You will never have regrets about this. Remember, you can only wear one pair of shoes at a time and no matter how big your house is, you can only sit in one place at a time. Invest in people and do good service for them. Cut down and live frugally.

25) Instinct: at 25, your 6th sense develops in a drastic way. Trust your gut. If it feels suspicious, it probably is. Don't downplay your instinct. Own your truth and work on strengthening your instinct for it is an asset to your future well- being.

HOPE THIS HAS HELPED SOMEONE, ANYONE.

XOXO

[argielloyd]

CTTO Laftrip

And BEFORE you bother me, these are my subtexts on the following profile declarations:

1. STRAIGHT ACTING = The entire planet knows he's gay, 'cept him! Severely in denial; has goatee. Likes boys and callboys alike and uses Aficionado perfume.

2. GYM BODY = Does nothing the whole day but cruise inside the gym and the showers. Longest relationship was with a dumbbell.

3. BUFFED = Steroid-induced pecs and abs. Knows all sources of fake protein. Favorite word: "Dude!" (Pronounced as “Dod”)

4. NO EFFEMS = Thinks that having a relationship with someone effeminate makes him a lesbian.

5. SEVEN-INCH DICK = Asus. In reality, it's just 5 inches! In gay inches, you always add two more inches to everything you measure.

6. YM ME = Jealous type. Does not like competition in chatrooms.

7. I'M NOT EASY TO GET = Desperate but trying to sound choosy.

8. I'M HERE FOR SEX = I'm here for sex. Period.

9. HANDSOME GUYS ONLY = “I am a shallow dork and I have a brain the size of a walnut. Did I mention even my dog hates me?”

10. JUST HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS = Did not make any friends in FaceBook and in life. Was kicked out of Dogster because they found out he does not have a dog.

11. GOOD IN BED = Needs a place to crash in but cant afford a pension house. The things he does for a good night’s sleep.

12. WHAT'S YOUR PASSWORD? = “I'm so horny I want to jerk off now.” Cant afford a decent paysite so gets off with x-rated pics of members.

13. TOP = Has had more girl friends and zero boyfriends.

14. BOTTOM = Has very bad knee injury, or sleeps under your bed, literally.

15. I'M NICE = Dull, boring and has the personality of an ironing board or a wet mop!

16. I'M BAD = Just swallowed a dozen viagra pills. Has a tattoo, nipple ring and wears an ukay-ukay leather jacket during summer.

17. THIS GUY'S MAILBOX IS FULL = Won't check his inbox cause cant afford an hour's worth of internet café.

18. "WALA LANG" = Has a ten-word vocabulary which includes ���cool”,“hi”,“wassup”, “he he”, “ha ha” and “tnx.” Longest word he can write is his name.

19. I AM ATTACHED = Cannot mention the word love. Has commitment problems.

20. I LOVE TO TRAVEL = Looking for a sponsor for his next overseas trip. Always starts a sentence with "When I was in Europe..." Then you ask: "Where in Europe?" He says: "Ah... city proper!" Wow. Europe City.

21. IF YOU'RE NOT CUTE, DONT EVEN BOTHER = Lonely and miserable. Nobody takes care of him when he gets sick. Has 500 “friends” in Friendster and FaceBook cause he approves everyone--mostly strangers!

22. I AM SENSITIVE, LOVING, CARING AND HONEST = You are probably reading your mother's G4M account.

23. I GIVE GOOD MASSAGE/EXTRA SERVICE = A masseur who got suspended where he worked because he wears too much face foundation.

24. MY MOBILE NUMBER IS = read: "Tawagan mo ako, kasi wala akong load".

25. NO PIC, NO REPLY = Read this from someone else's profile and copied it. Doesnt know what PIC really is. Wanna bet?

26. DISCREET = Loves to hang-out in extremely dark places. Haven't even seen any of the faces of all the men he's had sex with. One of the few people who gets excited during blackouts.

27. HAIRY DADDY = Lots of chest hair but for some strange reason - head is bald.

28. CURIOUS STRAIGHT MALE = Can’t decide if he’s top or bottom. So decided to act lesbian instead . . .

29. A BODY PIC WITH NO HEAD = Shrimp. Or Wanted by the NBI. Or doesnt know how to take his own picture!!

30. KINKY = Owns collection of large Liwanag candles for November 2. Hides petroleum jelly under his bed. Ass is moist 24/7. Go figure.

31. SWIMMER’S BOD = Used to call himself gym-bod; now wants to sound catchy.

32. FLAWLESS COMPLEXION = Photoshop beauty. Blurred. Dodged. Liquified.

33. VIRGIN PA AKO = Chances are HE IS. Who in his right mind would be proud to be still a virgin?

34. VIEW MY WEBCAM = Frustrated Pinoy Big Brother contestant.

35. DON’T TEXT, CALL ME = Cant actually read your sms/txts..his Nokia 3210 LCD has obsolete spare parts! Tawagan niyo na lang, please lang.

36. I’M A SEX MACHINE = Disease carrier. Ouch!

38. QUIET AND SOFT-SPOKEN = Probably dead.

39. MACHO = Avid Masculados fan; join their mall tours. Uses WD-40 as lubricant.

40. BLANK PROFILE = Has no clue who he is, what he wants and where his life is going. Casted in JURASSIC WORLD.

42. MESSAGE ME = What he really wanted to say in tagalog was: "Gusto kong magpamasahe sa iyo." Typo error??

43. HOMEBODY = Unemployed guy. A bum. Free-loader. Professional home-partner contestant in Eat Bulaga, Wowowee and Game Ka Na Ba.

44. OUT-GOING PERSONALITY = No air-conditioning in his house. Pretends to be a mountaineer, hiker, biker, etc. Doesnt understand the word 'outgoing' and no 'personality' to match his claim. Gargoyle.

45. I DONT LIKE CASUAL SEX = Only has sex when in formal wear, like when he is in a Saya, or Barong Tagalog, for example.

46. LOOKING FOR A SOULMATE = A former member of Spirit Questors. Enjoys supernatural relationships. Cant handle the stress of the physical world.

47. I AM NOT HANDSOME = Take his word for it. He's being honest for chrissakes!

48. I'M HANDSOME, INTELLIGENT, GORGEOUS = Mister Perfect! -- with character/humility issues.

49. STUDENT = Has insatiable thirst for knowledge... and sex. But remember: STUDENT means TUITION FEE sponsorship.

50. I AM TISOY = Contact lenses from Tutuban, skin peeling by Maxipeel, hair color by Tsin Tsan Tsu and rhinoplasty from Ellen's. Speaks a little chabakano.

51. SHY TYPE = No serious love since birth.

52. I’M SENSIBLE = Can carry a simple conversation for 2 minutes. Beyond that he simply moans.

53. I’M A MAN OF THE WORLD = He wants to make it clear to everyone that, YES, he is from this planet.

54. I’M A REAL PERSON = People have often mistaken him for an ornamental plant in the past.

55. WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET = He has no plans of changing for the better. He is completely content with himself. Little motivation in life.

56. I’M NOT JUST INTERESTED IN SEX = He uses PlanetRomeo to desperately advertise and sell you condos; Or asks you for Room For Rent referrals. Or recruit you--and balance--his (right/left) multilevel pyramid group. Works on commission basis.

57. LOOKING FOR BADMINTON BUDDIES = In search for the perfect shuttle COCK. He wants to SCORE big. On the look out for RACKET. And he really wants to SERVE.

58. BISEXUAL = A “top” with girls, a “bottom” with guys. And willing to 'buy' sex. Get it?

59. BOYTOY = It’s very clear that he wants everyone to know that he is young. And he has a toy. Now, Whether he is willing to share that toy is negotiable.

60. DOG-LOVER = A hot bitch who likes it dog-style. Loyal. Man’s best-friend. Pees everywhere. Doesn’t mind if you tie him up to a fence and urinate on his face.

61. YOU THINK I’M HOT? = He’s not really sure if he IS hot. Needs a second opinion. And a third. The fourth will probably convince him… that he is NOT.

62. NATURE-LOVER = Very kind to nature… considering what nature has done to him.

63. MALIBOG AKO = Masturbates five times a day. Has 80GB of pornography in his PC. Has the complete collection of phone scandal videos. Watches National Geographic just to see naked men hunting wild boar.

64. COWBOY = Has seen Brokeback Mountain too many times. He talks to his cigarette and says: “I wish I could quit you!”

65. I’M SIMPLE YET COMPLICATED = Uhm… this one really blows me. Probably manic depressive.

66. NO CROSS-DRESSERS = Doesn’t want to share his satin gowns.

67. DERETSO AKONG TAO = Has a very strong back. Drinks Anlene Gold regularly.

68. I DARE YOU TO SEE ME IN PERSON = Unfortunately, nobody dared.

69. COME AND GET ME = I am not so sure if this is an invitation, a request or a cry for help.

70. TYPICAL GUY = He has two arms, two legs, a nose, a pair of eyes… uh, what else. Oh yes, a penis. Typical.

71. SELF-MADE MAN = He appeared into this world just by his sheer power of thought.

72. CANDY BOY = Wants to be licked all over. Comes in three flavors: BAGONG LIGO, PAWISAN and LUMUSOB SA BAHA.

73. I AM SENSITIVE = Can sense an earthquake even before it happens. He is now being studied by scientists to warn the human race of future tsunamis.

74. I HAVE A WONDERFUL MIND = His temporal lobe, anterior commissure and medulla will give you a hard-on. Oh, yes… he has a pornographic memory.

75. I AM THE LIFE OF THE PARTY = A Boyoyong party clown. Brings his own make-up set and catalogue of Avon beauty products for demo purposes.

76. DECENT GUY = Wipes his feet before entering a massage parlor. Brushes his teeth after giving someone a blowjob. Says a little prayer before and after sex. Confesses regularly... on his knees.

77. OPEN-MINDED = His brain is everywhere except in his head. A perfect medium for séances.

78. COME OVER AND LET’S HAVE SEX = Thinks that Guys4Men/PlanetRomeo is a delivery service.

79. HOPELESS ROMANTIC = Believes that love is eternal. Easily trusts everyone. Gullible. Thinks Mike Arroyo is innocent.

80. I AM FUNNY = That fact that he has to say that he is funny is hilarious.

81. PURE TOP = Has a ten-picture exclusive contract with a porno film outfit which prevents him from being a bottom. Will only become a bottom when the 'right' project comes. Pure nga!

82. EXTREME TOP FOR EXTREME BOTTOMS ONLY = Will only have passionate sex with an Extreme Magic Sing microphone shoved up their asses while viewing the Amazing Race!

83. TRIPPER = Has a marijuana plantation in his backyard. Uses tie-dyed shirts, showers twice a month and responds to "Tsong." Does not a have a day job.

84. ASTIG 2 ASTIG LANG = A former seaman. Ideal places for sex: barracks, breakwater, inside a jail cell. Must have during sex: handcuffs, Purico cooking lard and a cd of Aegis.

85. NO TO CHUBS = Say what???? Take a hard look at YOURSELF, you idiot! What have you to offer?? GET A LIFE!

86. OPEN RELATIONSHIP = he doesn't get this: he swore by the gospel it means he is Open TO HAVE a Relationship.

87. I HAVE NO PLACE FOR FUN = evicted!!

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Having trouble viewing? View in Browser Thursday, October 12, 2017 TOP OF THE MORNING It's Thursday, Oct. 12, 2017. Welcome to Fox News First, your first stop for today's news. To get your early morning news emailed directly to your inbox, click here. 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