#this person is going on and on and on and on and onnnnnnnnnnnn about how much they Don't want to do this particular concept

[the-owl-tree]

Also, on the topic of Crowfeather: do you think it comes off as him pressuring Leafpool to run away with him, or is it just me? Because the fact she was so resistant until her argument with Cinderpelt and Spottedleaf vaguely telling her to "follow her heart" and she knows best for herself? Yeah, I don't buy she would've nessecarily done it if he didn't keep going "c'mon let's run away together Leafpool come onnnnnnnnnnnn :(". IDK, what are your based thoughts?

okay quick disclaimer i havent read tnp in forever this is just me doing a quick scan of twilight + author statements + vibes

i think it depends on what reading you're going for because when reading the books and thinking about what the authors are intending, it always came off as a tragic what could have been story. that the two truly loved each other and were sadly torn apart by their other obligations. reading Crowfeather's Trial, this feels like how the new team saw it as well: that the two could have been a couple had they not been pulled apart by other obligations.

however, removing what i think the author's intentions were (or what i think they were), i think there's a lot of room for quite a few interpretations of Leafpool in tnp. i think the text is pretty open about how openly lonely and worried about missing out that Leafpool is. She envies Sorreltail when it comes to her mate and kits, and seeing how the books, unintentionally or not, have established that they believe it is the she-cats role to take a mate and have children, i think you could make a pretty strong argument in interpreting Leafpool's arc as one of her grappling with comphet - which is an interpretation i've always reaaaallly liked. Does she take Crowfeather's offer because she cares about him or because she thinks this is her chance to experience something that will make her "whole"? i personally view it as a mix of loneliness, fear, and faith in starclan that was what pushed her to run away with him, no "true love" or whatever. but that's just my personal reading of it!

#deer rambles #i think you could do some really fun interpretations of leafpool in tnp #what she's grappling with in terms of love and faith and duty #so i dont think there's one correct interpretation

[zankivich]

Dad!Shawn x Black Reader x Black Daughter: No One - A Blurb

Warnings: mini smut? Absolutely adorable cuteness? 

Shawn was home from tour. And when Shawn was home from tour, Ella tended to lose her mind in the best of ways. She didn’t want shit to do with anyone except for her daddy, and you couldn’t tell her anything because she was gonna be with him twenty-four/seven. So when Shawn came back, you usually took a couple of days off work—a week if you could manage—and it strictly became nothing but family time. And that’s what you had done this time too. But the first day you went back to work, Shawn had assured you that he and Ella just needed one more day of no school or responsibilities.

“Baby, she needs me.” He whined. “I vaguely hinted at going to school last night while she was brushing her teeth and you should’ve seen the look she gave me. It was like I stomped on her poor, precious, tiny heart and then ate it.”

You couldn’t help but snort.

“You are such a sucker. That little girl knows exactly what she’s doing, Shawn. She just knows you’ll say yes.”

You were at your vanity mirror getting ready for work like a normal person while your husband draped himself over your shoulder in sweatpants and pouted. You had vague memories of your mother scolding you for, “being so soft on that white boy.” Maybe she had a point after all.

“I just…when I left for tour she was only five babe.”  He mumbled. “And I know we agreed it was time, but I missed so much. I missed baby teeth under pillows, and picture day at school. I had to watch her first dance recital through a phone.”

You noticed the look on his face that he tended to get when he was down on himself. His eyes were downcast and he was chewing on his bottom lip as his mind ran a thousand miles a minute. You were so incredibly soft on him it was ridiculous.

“Baby,” You sighed turning to wrap your arms around his bare torso. “You know better than to beat yourself up about that. We have done so incredibly well together. Ella loves to fly. We made the monthly visits. We facetimed every night before bed. And you did see her recital because you were right there for her. And that’s what Ella knows. That her daddy is always gonna be there for her in anyway that he can. You’re too good of a dad to get down on yourself.”

One of his curls flopped in his eyes and he looked up at you from under long lashes, exactly the way your daughter tended to do. Like father like daughter.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.  Now why don’t you go wake her up and maybe we can make French toast before I go to work…since the two of you will be home all day, I gotta make sure my baby gets at least one decent meal.”

He grinned at you and quickly placed an obnoxiously sloppy kiss upon your cheek.

“I love you so much.” He whispered tugging you up from your chair and to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I love you too.”

He pressed his lips a little more urgently against yours, his palm coming to rest along your cheek as he licked inside your mouth. His other hand bunched at the material of your robe only to pull you closer against his chest. Maybe you had missed a little something too while he’d been away.

Your fingers rubbed searchingly along his chest coming to rest at the hem of his sweats as he bit roughly at your bottom lip. Shit.

“Mmm really missed you.” He mumbled against your mouth.

Shawn pulled at the tie of your robe reaching inside to nestle his hands under the meat of your thighs as he pulled you up into his arms. You’d definitely missed that.

“Thought you wanted breakfast.” You sighed as he seamed to refamiliarize himself with the skin of your neck.

“I want something for sure. Can’t really put it on a plate though.” He hummed turning to toss you back down to the sheets.

Long, wonderfully orgasmic, story short, you were late to work.

And so when you came home that day, later than usual, after maybe not the best of days, one could say you needed something good to come home too. And your husband was always one to please.

You could hear the base radiating from within the house before you even put your key in the door. Shawn had had speakers installed in almost every room in the house. When he was writing he liked to hear the music in every way imaginable, tried to see himself in a variety of places, in a variety of ways, to make sure that the song made sense everywhere.

He’d also had this beautiful, black grand piano installed in the living room. Part of it had been for him, but you had a feeling he was gonna try to get Ella on piano and guitar before she even learned multiplication if he could. And so when you entered into the house that day, Alicia Key’s “No One” was blaring from every corner of the house it seemed. And Shawn was playing right along with her from the piano, while he and Ella sang like there was no tomorrow.

“No one! No one! No Onnnnnnnnnnnne! Can get in the way of what I’m feeling!”

Shawn was beaming at their daughter as she sat ontop of the piano kicking her feet and clapping along as her rockstar dad jammed along with her.

“That’s it baby girl, sing it out!” He called pressing down harder on the keys.

He did it with the exact same energy he gave every show. Like it was fifty thousand people instead of a six year old little girl. You loved that about him, that you both mattered that much to him.

“You and me together, through the days and nights! I don’t worry, cause everything’s gonna be alright!”

“Beautiful!”

You pulled your phone out, reaching to record the absolutely precious moment before you. You figured you would wait until the song was over to intervene, but when it immediately picked up again you had a feeling they had maybe been jamming to the same song for hours. If you knew your daughter, which you did, it was definitely a request she would make. And if you knew your husband, which you also did; it was definitely a request he’d fulfill until his fingers started to bleed.

“What is all this beautiful music I’m hearing?!” You smiled immediately scooping you daughter until your arms.

“Mommy!” Ella squeaked squeezing you back just as tight. “Mommy, daddy says I’m gonna be a singer.”

“Is that so?”

Shawn reached for the remote to the stereo system so that you might all be able to hear each other.

“I said she could be a singer if she wanted to. Our baby girl is already ten times as talented as I was when I was on vine.” He explained.

“Remind me to show you what your daddy used to look like when he was a teenager.”  You grinned.

“Haha very funny. How was work?” He asked fingers thumbing gently at the keys of the piano again.

You hitched Ella higher up on your hip to get her to smile and peered over at your husband with tired eyes.

“It was okay.”

That was code for, “please let me cuddle up on your chest and complain in bed later tonight.” He nodded.

“Well how about I make dinner tonight? Ella wants pizza. You wanna help daddy make a meal for mommy?” He smiled reaching playfully for her tiny foot.

Ella nodded her head vigorously. “Yea! Please, Mommy, can we make it for you pleaseeeeeeeeee?”

“Please Mommy?” Shawn added in.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, y’all. I will happily sit my tired self down on this couch and not move.”

Shawn stood and quickly transferred Ella from your grip to his. He leaned into your space, towering over you with his obnoxiously perfect face and convinced Ella to attack you with kisses. It had it’s intended affect. Your heart turned to absolute mush as the most important people in your life worked to make you happy. You smiled up at them with ease. They were both so easy to come home to.

“Can I get you a glass of wine maybe, sweetheart?”

That was code for, “how bad of a day was it?”

“Red, please?”

You hated the taste of red wine. It was absolutely terrible. But it got you tipsy quicker than white for some reason. Red please was code for, “not fucking good at all.”

“Coming right up. Sit down and relax, aye?”

He brings you a glass of red that was still cold from the fridge, because there was no way in hell you could drink that shit warm, and pressed a kiss smack dab in the middle of your forehead.

“We’ll talk about it after Ella goes to bed, yea?” He whispered.

You nodded softly leaning up off the couch to kiss him.

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dinner is served to you on the couch with Ella sitting on your lap while you all ate slices of pizza and watched whatever animated film made her absolutely quiet at the time. When the food was gone Shawn lied back against the couch letting you slide snugly between his thighs, Ella following suit between yours. You pulled her hair from her ponytail and scratched soothingly at her scalp. By the time she fell asleep in your arms, and with the way Shawn was wrapped around you you almost forgot about the day you had. That was why you loved your family, because coming home always felt like home and not work. Well, at least most of the time.

“She out?” Shawn hummed nuzzling his head against yours.

“Yea.”

“Let’s tuck her in and go to bed, baby.”

You’d never heard a better idea. Going to bed before ten o’clock was truly the concept of a life time when you were an adult.

“Can we take a shower?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

You send him a smirk over your shoulder as you headed towards the bedroom, pulling your braids up atop your head.

“Don’t tell me that!”

In the shower, getting clean in the least of your worries. The way his hands grip your hips from behind is everything to you. The way he pins you against the wall and grabs your chin in his too big hand to kiss you absolutely silly, till you couldn’t remember your name let alone what the hell had upset you at work that day. Every time he pressed his hips against yours, or dug his palms into your thighs, you practically melted. Ugh.

“You’re so tense.” He mumbled pressing his wet curls against your neck. “Let me help.”

For Shawn, helping means falling to his knees and snuggling his head between your thighs,  oversized hands mapping the curvature of your breasts with ever flick of his pointed tongue.

“Damn baby.” You whined hips pulsing closer to his mouth.

He peered up at you with a wicked glint in his eye as he slurped from your being till you couldn’t help but squirm and whine and gasp. His fingers grabbed at the back of your thighs, digging deeply into the skin. And as his lips wrapped firmly around your clit he had the audacity to slap your ass the way only he’d ever been allowed to. It has you digging deep into his curls and grinding desperately against his mouth as your orgasm rushes through you.

You’re still panting against the side of the shower wall like a wet cat when he sidled back up against you and kissed you silly.

“Go get into bed.” He mumbled nipping at your jaw playfully. “I’m gonna make you do that at least two more times before you even think about sleep.”

You whined up at him as your hands mapped his body. How was it possible for someone to be so perfect and so loving and so…everything. How could he be everything, always?

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you too baby. Come let me show you how much.”

And show you he did.

#Shawn mendes #shawn mendes fic #Shawn mendes fanfic #Shawn mendes fan fic #Shawn mendes fanfiction #Shawn mendes fluff #Shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes angst #Shawn mendes au #Shawn mendes x y/n #Shawn mendes x you #Shawn mendes x female reader #Shawn mendes x black reader #dad!shawn #Shawn mendes one shot #Shawn mendes x black woman #Shawn mendes blurb

[scare-ard--sleigh]

i don’t understand this rp community trend of placating people to make them happy when it means doing something you don’t feel comfortable doing. like. if you don’t want to do something, don’t do it. period, full stop; fuck that. if you tell someone you don’t want to do something and they make you feel guilty for not doing it, they’re being an asshole and that’s not your fault. tell them to find someone else to do the thing or to fuck off entirely if they’re being abusive about it. like i know that’s a hard thing to do but you have to look out for yourself because at the end of the day that’s all you’ve got. 

i’m too fuckin old for this shit, man 

#silver jelly #dumpster bullshit #it's not the first time i've seen this but #this person is going on and on and on and on and onnnnnnnnnnnn about how much they Don't want to do this particular concept #but keeps doing it because people keep asking for it #and it's like honestly? i hate to be that guy but anyone disregarding your boundaries like that isn't worth keeping around because they're #'such a good writer/partner' or whatever #there are plenty of good writers/rp partners who aren't going to push plots that make you feel like shit #(because that's actually what being a decent human being is all about; fun fact) #and i told them that they're not obligated to do ANY of it and that anyone who didn't understand could fuck off but they're not listening to #me #which is fine; my word's worth approximately a swatch of nice-but-bland wallpaper and i get that #*takes long drag off cigarette* i've been doin this too long man

[britishchick09]

danger force chapa’s crush livewatch

danger force is back! in honor of this special day, i’ll be doing a livewatch of it! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR THE EP BELOW!!!!!

um... WHY ARE THEY IN THE TRASH??????

omg what’s up with awol

A BUTTERFLY????? miles never change!

whoops they’re in a pickle :o

so dramatic bose :D

chapa wut??????

robber: “i wanted nacho balls not nacho money!” lol!

omg this robber is giving an ending speech lol

WHY IS CHAPA SO FRIENDLY

and dere he go

HOW IS HE BACK CHAPA WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

robber: “GET WRECKED!” OH COME ON

bose: “did he dab?” OH COME ONNNNNNNNNNNN

omg tay sway bff?

omg bose is still wearing the thing silly bose!

mika: “it’s not nice to talk about people when they’re not around!” omg yes mika! :D

YO CHAPA SAID BLESS YOU WHAT’S UP WITH HER???????

captain man: “she’s possessed and it’s time to end her!” MKAY WUT?????

OH NO SHE’S HERE!

oh wow she wants to die by captain man’s hands

chaps: “byeeeee!” :D

omg her paintings are so happy... WHAT”S UP WITH HER

omg schwoz so stalky

YO CAPTAIN MAN JUST SLAPPED SCHOWZ :o

does chapa ‘like’ like henry??????????

IT BETTER BE HENRY

omg she’s in love with a 1d dude

OMG HENRY’S PIC IS UP THERE!!!!!!!!!

miles: “your guesses are all by... miles” OOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

HENRY PIC

captain man: “gotta make some strangers bleed!” woah captain man’s DARK today :o

omg is nick tesla on that board??????????????

who’s creston is that the guy at the shop WHO ISN’T HENRY

captain man’s forever alone lol :(

HE HAS HENRY AS A FRIEND NOT SCHQWOZ

captain man: “slapping is how men shake hands” lol

mika: “are you gonna get frosted tips?“ captain man: “no one’s gonna remember that reference” lol :D

plz bring back henry captain man plz

OMG THERE’S A LEGIT PERSON NAMED KUNKA

OMG THAT MOM JUST PEPPER SPRAYED RAY?????????? :O

yo it’s the 1d guy

AND MIKA’S UNDER HIS SPELL TOO??????

OH SNAP CHAPA SAW

but she cool

lol miles thinks he’s cuter than that guy classic miles! :D

DON’T CALL YOU AND BOSE ‘MOSE’ MILES IT’S SHIPPING TERRITORY

miles and bose: “DA BOIIIS!”

omg milesl likes him too AND BOSE THE HECK

seriously who is this dude is he a 1d guy????

no he’s a jonas bro mkay

i can’t find the rest of the ep BUT YOU KNOW WHAT’S AT THE END SO LET’S SKIP TO THAT AND MAYBE I’LL REACT TO THE MISSING PARTS ONCE I FIND IT

captain man: “the lesson we all learned today was that i have a friend named kunka” ...no, but lol :D

yeah HE HAS HENRY AS A FRIEND!!!!!!!

omg wait is that him

HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRY H

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HERNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OMG HENRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

‘TO BE CONTINUED’ YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#livewatch #this was so much fun! :D #especially the end ;)

[marshmallow--prince-blog]

The 12 Days of Min Yoongi Avoiding Jung Hoseok (BTS Christmas fic)

Summary:  Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi are coworkers at a cafe owned my Kim Seokjin. Yoongi is quiet and aloof. Hoseok is friendly and approachable.

Hoseok knows he's hiding something and he wants to find out what.

Genre: Fluff & Angst

In progress: Chapters 5/? 

Chapter 1 

Yoongi was a difficult man to get to know. Hoseok was aware of this. That’s why he never stopped trying. Yoongi started working at the cafe in the middle of October, as a fresh transplant to the city, he was glad to take any job that first came his way.

Other than that, Hoseok knew nothing about the mysterious man with mint hair. Over the course of two months he tried. He asked him where he was from--”small town”, why he moved to the city--”just because”, what he does in his spare time--”not much.”

Min Yoongi was a man of few words.

He was a good worker, sure. He quickly made what was ordered, cleaned what needed to be cleaned, smiled when he needed to smile; but otherwise he was stoic. It seemed that whenever Yoongi wasn’t pretending to be someone else, he was no one. Every move he made was robotic.

Hoseok spent a lot of time observing him. He knew there was more to Yoongi than just a good worker. He tried to reach out to him, to make him feel welcome. He invited to him to every Friday night employee karaoke party, every monthly picnic, and Yoongi always declined.

“Oh come onnnnnnnnnnnn.” Hoseok whined when Yoongi, of course, declined the invitation to attend the cafe Christmas party. Why was he even a little bit surprised? “You’re not working, you’re not not going home, why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“BUT WHY?”

Yoongi didn’t even look in Hoseok’s direction, he just kept cleaning the espresso machine. “It’s no one’s business what I do in my freetime.”

Hoseok reached over and snatched the cloth from Yoongi’s hands, earning an annoyed glare. “But what do you do in your freetime?”

He shrugged, “Stuff.” Grabbing the cloth again, he went back to work on wiping down the machine.

There was no use to keep prying. Did he just dislike everyone he worked with? Or was he like this with everyone? Maybe he has a dark secret. Maybe he’s a spy and living a double life.

Whatever it was, Hoseok was determined to find out. He and Yoongi were closing the cafe at four today; so when they left, Hoseok planned on discreetly following him to where ever he was going.

Normally he would feel a bit weird about following someone, but he had worked with Yoongi for two months now but knew nothing about him. Not his favorite color, not his birthday. Nothing.

They finished the last of their duties and walked out together. Hoseok locked the door behind him and turned to his silent coworker. “Well, see you in the morning?” Yoongi nodded and turned as he sauntered away. Hoseok started in the other direction, glancing over in secret to make sure Yoongi was far enough away to not hear his footsteps approaching him.

When he was sure he wouldn’t be caught, Hoseok briskly took off in the direction that the other went.

Though he wondered if this made him weird, he kept Yoongi’s adorable mint colored head in his view while he carefully navigated around the people also on their way home.

It seemed like Yoongi would never stop walking, he kept at the same pace, his legs never slowing down even for a second. He must have somewhere to be.

Then he took a sharp turn into a 3 story shopping center. Hoseok slinked inside as well and he knew that he definitely could not be caught now, especially considering he was around 2 miles in the opposite direction from his own home.

He watched as Yoongi entered the elevator. Hoseok would take the stairs so he wouldn’t be seen. But then what? There were three floors, how would he know which one to go to? He figured he could just glance in every store, seeing as Yoongi’s hair wasn’t exactly difficult to hide.

Halfway up the stairwell he paused and took a moment to think. This was pretty weird. Why did he care so much? Of course he thought Yoongi was cute, but he had no personality. Whatever, he made it this far, he can’t turn around now.

When he reached the second floor he scanned the area for Yoongi, nothing. He could have just missed him. But he made the decision to go to the third floor regardless.

Before he reached the stairwell he saw the elevator doors open, there was his target. Hoseok quickly ducked behind a cardboard Christmas display. He peeked out as he watched Yoongi enter a department store. Great--it’s easy to lose someone in there.

He quietly followed him in, weaving around the clothes, first the women’s then the men’s, then the children’s. And then he disappeared into the lingerie.

“Oohhhhhhh, he must have someone special.” Hoseok whispered under his breath. Stupid, he thought. There are two weeks till Christmas, he’s probably just shopping for presents. Hoseok metaphorically hung his head and started his walk home.

#bts #bts fanfction #sope #yoonseok #bangtan fanfic #yoonseok fanfiction