Your face splits into a grin when you see Zhou Mi emerge from the Arrivals bay. You can tell that he looks tired under his big sunglasses, but he gives you a cute smile when his eyes meet yours. You rush towards him and let him envelop you in his arms, holding you close to him. He smells like that cologne you bought him for his birthday. You missed that smell. You missed being in his arms. You missed him. You didn’t need to any more because he was here. He was home.
“Happy anniversary,” you say into his warm, firm chest and you nuzzle into his soft shirt.
“Happy anniversary, my darling,” he replies into your hair before his kisses the top of your head and squeezes you. You part a little and Zhou Mi takes off his sunglasses. You were right - he looks tired, but happy.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get an earlier flight but—”
You silence him by putting your palm over his mouth.
“I said on the phone it didn’t matter. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”
Zhou Mi licks your palm and you let out a disgusted noise and wipe it on your jeans, but giggle all the same.
The two of you finally part and he immediately takes your hand and interlaces his long fingers with yours as you walk out the airport and towards your awaiting car.
“So, you said you were going to plan everything today. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, first we’re going home and you’re taking a nap.”
Zhou Mi opens his mouth to protest and to insist that he didn’t need sleep, but he knows it’s futile to argue, so he keeps quiet.
“Then I thought we could go to the beach. We could walk on the sand, maybe swim a little, then go this little café that just opened up there. Someone I work with went there and they said it was really good. Then I thought we could go the arcade and I could kick your ass at air hockey like I did before.”
“I told you, that kid winning on the claw machine distracted me!”
“Yeah, sure,” you reply with a giggle when Zhou Mi pouted. “Then I thought we could drive back home and watch The Hills Have Eyes.”
“Ah, like we did when we first met,” Zhou Mi says nostalgically, remembering when you met each other when a mutual friend invited you both over and you watched The Hills Have Eyes and you hid behind Zhou Mi’s shoulder for the most of it.
“Then we could order take out from our favourite place and cuddle and be together. How does that sound? I tried to think of something fun but I knew you would be jet-lagged so—”
Zhou Mi’s lips on yours silence you. You missed the feeling of him kissing you, his soft lips pressing gently against your own.
“It sounds perfect, darling. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. You cling to him - you never want to let him go.

Party tonight.

If this is the first you’re hearing about it then don’t worry, you’re not invited. But thank God the kids at Hollis are fully aware of my coolness- it’s been way too long since I’ve been to a good party. There’s only so many times you can go to one of Noel Kahn’s bashes and have a ton of sweaty, unfavorable guys try to pass drinks off on you that are probably roofied before you start craving for some real excitement.


       “We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people; all through our lives,                         and that’s okay, that’s good you’ve gotta keep moving, so long as you                                                      remember all the people that you used to be.”

                      BANG MINAH.21. GENERAL. LITERATE.
                                        Girl’s Day’s Visual and Main Vocalist

The sound of birds chirping outside your window pulls you out of your peaceful slumber and forces you to be conscious. With a groan and without opening your eyes, you turn over in the bed and place your hand where you think Siwon’s muscular chest is. However, your hand collides with the soft bedsheets. You open your eyes to find that you are alone in bed, the duvet that should be covering your husband neatly meeting the pillow that his head should be resting on.
The sound of the bathroom door that adjoins to the bedroom opening catches your attention. Siwon smiles at you as he exits the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his chest, another towel flung over his shoulder and his toothbrush in his mouth. His hair is tousled and his chest shimmers, still damp from the shower, the water outlining his muscles in the most perfect way possible. Your husband is the most handsome thing on two legs.
“Happy anniversary,” he says through a mouthful of toothpaste as he sits on the edge of the bed and continues to brush his teeth.
“Happy anniversary,” you reply with a smile, crawling out of bed and towards Siwon, sitting behind him. You take the corner of the towel on his shoulder and wipe the toothpaste from his lips before pressing a kiss to his freshly-shaved cheek and resting your head on his shoulder. He smells manly and clean.
“What shall we do today?” You ask. You had both decided to abandon making huge plans - the two of you had been married for a few years now and it was exhausting thinking of something different to do for your anniversary each year. You both decided it was better to just spend the day together, seeing as you didn’t get to see Siwon all that much. Still, there had to be some activity you could do together.
“I don’t mind, just as long as I’m with you,” Siwon replies. You hide your face in his firm, warm back as you feel your cheeks flush. Even after all these years, he could still make you feel special. Your human pillow moves as he gets up and heads back to the bathroom to rinse. He soon returns and perches on the edge of the bed again, gathering you up in his arms and kissing your forehead.
“There is one thing I want to do,” he says, a grin spreading across his impossibly handsome face. Before you could question what it is, Siwon’s lips crash into yours and he presses your back gently against the bed with his strong arms. You can’t help but giggle as the sound of the towel around his waist hits the floor in a heap.

Title: Hoshi Miru Shounen (The Boy Who Sees The Stars)
Type: Doujinshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Category: General
Character(s) / Pairing: Hinata Shouyou
Artist / Circle: 茶森 / tyamorix


Raw Provider: 10kkun
Translator:  nnyei
Proofreader:  artisticalgorithm
Cleaner / Redrawer:  kurasuchi
Typesetter:  silversolace
Quality Checker: kurasuchi

Our first gen release for the year! This one is a personal favorite of some of our staff, so hopefully, you guys will like this too! :)

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No one gives a fuck about your white guilt

That kid at school ridiculed for being different doesn’t give a fuck about your guilt. 

That woman of color harassed for taking part in her own culture, only to see some white trash wear it later and be considered chic, doesn’t give a fuck about your guilt.  

That man who just wants to support his family but is refused a job because of the color of his skin doesn’t give a fuck about your guilt. 

The next black person to be shot in cold blood by a white police officer doesn’t give a fuck about your guilt. 

When you feel guilty about being white you are making it about you. You’re not helping a single person of color, one little bit. 


Or stop pretending. 

WWC: Clearing up Misconceptions

Hi all. We’ve decided to address some common misconceptions we’ve seen within the Asks we receive.

1. The Magical Negro: Magical Negro doesn’t refer to a Black character having magical powers; it refers to the Black character being a “magical” force in the White person’s character arc (whether the magic is literal or figurative.)

If you have a Black character (with or without) magical powers who has no agency or motivation other than using those powers (whether it be wisdom or actual magic) only to save White characters, you may be falling into the “magical negro trope.”

See the Magical Negro tag for more details and on how to avoid this trope.

2. Names. We get a lot of questions asking about specific names that we can’t really answer. While it’s true that some cultures have specific naming traditions, not all people within that culture participate in these naming traditions.

A simple google search on “specific group” + naming conventions would be a good place to start. But remember, for every one person who follows traditional naming conventions, there is another who doesn’t. 

3.“How do I write X group?” is too general to answer easily especially from people volunteering their time on the internet. I mean, try answering that question for your own group! See how it’s hard to know where to start? Do a little research first, read some blogs or literature by people in the group, then come back with specific questions.

"What are some things you wish writers not in your group would stop doing when writing your group?" is a more effective question, if you must be general.

4. People of Color are not a monolith. Here at WWC, we get a lot of questions saying “I was thinking of making my character a PoC, what are some tropes to avoid?” or “My PoC character does X, Y, and Z. Is that bad?”

First of all, people of color are not a one size fits all category and the word is not interchangeable with one specific group of people. We use it when we are referring to general or encompassing topics, but if you want a true answer to these types of questions, you need to be more specific. Also note that just stating “biracial” doesn’t denote any race.

Thanks for reading!