Quick Tip #20

It’s ok if you don’t know your characters very well while you’re working on your first draft. A lot of writers try to figure out everything they could possibly need to know about the characters before they start the first chapter, but the truth is that you really don’t need to figure all that out until you’ve worked your way through the first draft. You can learn who this character is while you’re writing, so you’ll know them well by the time you get around to editing.

Internet Friends

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Words: 1,648 (Oh my god)

Warnings: swearing, McDonalds(I’ve actually only ever eaten there like twice when I was 6 how bad is it I genuinely don’t know)

Request: Could you do a modern AU where the reader is friends with the hamilsquad but through the Internet and she visits New York and runs into them, not knowing it’s them until like one of them calls her and she answers but there not like with her with her when it happens their behind her and they are all like hey it’s you! You can choose which ever guy she falls in love with, you can do really anything just something around that plot line please! And thank you if you get around to it !

A/N: Has anyone read Shit Chat from @small-ham-man because I read it a while back and suddenly I’m thinking of it again it was really funny I loved it(also I live in Washington so that’s why I put that in there)

Ham da man: Bye Y/N!

Turtle boy: Later, Y/N!

La Baguette: Goodbye, mon ami

Clothing: Bye!

Y/N: I’ll text you guys tomorrow!

Y/N Left the group chat.

You turned off your phone, waiting for the plane to start boarding. Once the woman at the gate started allowing people on, you jumped up to grab your carry on. You walked onto the plane, thankful that you had a window seat.

It took off, and you watched the plane ascend into the sky. Buildings were shrinking in size as you stared down at the world. You always loved looking out the windows of planes. Suddenly, you remembered that you had a 5 hour flight. Fucking hell. You cursed quietly, almost wanting to pay for in flight wifi to text your new friends. You may not have met them in person, but you trusted them whole heartedly. Which, in all fairness, was not the best idea…

You saw the ground approaching slowly, and all you could think about was getting off the plane and stretching your legs. You had been sitting for 5 hours and 10 minutes with one small break to stand up for a few minutes.

You exited the plane, happily taking in the sights of the city. You lived in a small area in Washington, so you rarely saw the city. You grabbed your suitcase from the baggage claim and walked to a nearby car rental company.

While waiting, you decided to text your friends.

Y/N has joined the group chat.

Ham da man: I mean I guess so

Ham da man: Y/N YOU’RE HERE!

Turtle Boy: YOOO

Clothing: Wait you said you’d be back tomorrow??

Y/N: I missed you guys! I just got off a plane, what’s up with you

Ham da man: We’re all waiting for Laf to finish ordering pizza

Y/N: Nice, I’m gonna rent a car real quick I’ll text you when I get to my hotel.

Clothing: Later nerd

Y/N: I feel attacked

Y/N left the group chat.

Ham da man: Shit I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye…

You gratefully took the keys from the worker, walking outside to the parking lot. Not a bad looking car. I’m also glad I know how to drive this one. You sighed, climbing in.

You threw your suitcase onto the floor, falling onto the bed. Your eyes were heavy, and before you knew it, you were drifting off.

Ham da man: Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N

Ham da man: Where are youuuuuuu answer me

You woke up to the sound of constant ringing from your phone. You looked over, noticing the hundreds of texts from Alex you read through. 90% of them were just him repeating your name; the other 10% was him asking where you were. Dork. You laughed, answering the texts.

You laughed, answering the texts.

Y/N: I’m here what

Ham da man: You never texted us when you got to your hotel!!!

Y/N: Yeah. It’s called sleep, try it sometime

Ham da man: You don’t need to attack me this way

Y/N: Seriously though do you ever sleep? Isn’t it like midnight where you live?

Ham da man: Excuse you its 10 am rn

You checked your clock. 10 am. Hey, I’m in the same time zone as them now!

Y/N: You still need to sleep.

Ham da man: Yeah yeah, mom

Y/N: ouch

Y/N: I’m gonna get food, I’ll text you later bye

Ham da man: Bye!!!

You laughed at his enthusiasm, and grabbed a jacket from your suitcase. You didn’t bother changing, since you were still tired as hell.

You stood in the line of McDonalds, before a group of 4 boys around your age came in.

“Awww, you’ve got a crush on her!” One of them yelled, teasing a smaller man, who was extremely red. You couldn’t help but notice how extremely familiar his voice was, but you couldn’t remember where you’d heard it from.

“Shut up! She’s just really nice, ok?” He responded, pouting. You suppressed a laugh as you eavesdropped on their conversations.

“You’ve never even seen what she looks like, dude, how do you have a crush on her?” Another one of them spoke up

“I don’t know, ok! Leave me alone!” The small man yelled, crossing his arms.

You stopped listening to the conversation, as you reached the front of the line.

“Hi, I’ll have a [order], to go please.” You ordered, before sitting at one of the tables.

You grabbed the bag, leaving the boys to keep teasing the man.

Ring, ring, ring-


“Mon ami, bonjour.”

“Hey, Laf. What’s up?” You set the phone down on speaker, when you got in the car.

“We missed you.” You could hear Hercules laughing in the background.

“Where are you guys?” You wondered absentmindedly.

“Hey Y/N!” You could hear Lafayette yelling, and knew Alex stole his phone. “We’re in McDonalds right now, waiting for our food. Whatcha doin?” You paused for a moment, slowly pulling over.

“Uh, I just left a McDonalds, actually. Funny huh.” You laughed nervously, looking back at the fast food place.

“What are the odds? Anyway-”

“What state are you in?” You interrupted, hope rising in your voice.

“Uh, New York. Where we live… Y/N what are you-”

“Oh my god don’t move.” You found yourself sprinting to McDonalds. Of all places you thought you’d run to in such desperation, McDonalds is not one you’d expect. You ran inside, spotting the four men again. This time, one of them was holding a phone, with a confused expression. Holy shit. You slowly approached them. They gave you a confused look, but the one holding the phone looked as if he was figuring out a puzzle.

“Wait, oh my god.” He handed the phone to a taller man, wearing a ponytail. “Y/N?!” You nodded, smiling.

“Hey, Alex.” You muttered, pulling him into a hug.

“Wait that’s Y/N?” One of them, who you realized was Hercules, yelled. Suddenly, three pairs of arms were around you.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” John yelled, laughing. You saw a few odd stares and decided maybe the middle of McDonalds wasn’t the best place to have a reunion.

“Let’s go back to my place.” Alex said, as if reading your mind.

Our place!” The three others yelled in unison. You giggled, noticing Alex’s embarrassment.

“Let’s go.” You agreed, following them into a car.

“So, why are you in New York?” Lafayette wondered, as the car sped off towards the apartment.

“I wanted a vacation. I’ll be here for a month, though so don’t worry.” You explained, oblivious to the side glances you had received from Alex.

“We’re here!” Hercules yelled, carefully parking the car.

“Wow, these apartments look damn nice!” You commented. They looked much better than your hotel room.

“Feel free to stay here as long as you stay in New York!” Alex offered, leading you into an elevator.

“Oh please, Alex. You just want to have her as close as possible.” John teased, nudging the reddening Hamilton lightly.

“N-No, what are you talking about John!” Alex squeaked out, now looking like a tomato.

“Yeah sure. But really Y/N you should totally stay with us!”

“Wow, thanks! I’d love to; my hotel room is honestly not the best thing I’ve seen in New York.” You laughed, remembering the chipped wallpaper and leaky faucets.

“Oh yeah? What is?” Lafayette teased.

“You guys are.” You scoffed, stepping out of the elevator. They brought you to their apartment, which was nicer than anything you would’ve imagined. “Damn.”

“Nice right? My room is… Here!” Alex pointed out, indicating a large room filled with paper. “It’s- uh- not cleaned.”

“I see.” You laughed.

“Awww, you’ve got a crush on her!”


“You’ve never even seen what she looks like, dude, how do you have a crush on her?”

You suddenly remembered the conversation they were teasing Alex about. A crush. On someone he hadn’t seen before.

“Hey, you ok?” John’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, a light blush on your cheeks.

“Uh, yeah. I was just thinking about the conversation you guys had before I knew it was you…” You looked over at Alex, who was quickly becoming red again.

“You heard that?” He stuttered.

“Yeah… Uh were you talking about me by any chance?” You struggled to sound nonchalant about it, and your voice ended up hopeful.

“Well, I mean-” Hercules caught on to the excitement in your voice, and quickly cut him off.

“Yes! For sure, yes he totally had a crush on you!”

“H-Hercules what the hell!” Alex’s blush darkened. You burst out laughing, pulling Alex into a hug.

“I kinda have a crush on you too.” You whispered, ignoring the whooping from the rest of the group. Slowly, Alex returned the hug.

“I’m so glad you decided to visit New York.”

anonymous asked:

Tbh 5sos will probably release their album in May then tour a month later. I doubt Luke will do any "jamming sessions" on his own, he's just gonna float around like the other boys when they're off tour... he's not addicted to it lol

“lol” you misread what I said?? I said he’s gonna call for jamming sessions /with/ his band because that’s what he always does when we get a BTS video, he’ll be sitting around plucking his guitar or singing into somebody’s ear until someone pays attention to him and I love how you made so blatantly clear that you’re not an artist because every artist is addicted to their skill, that’s the only fucking reason you pull through all the challenge it offers and accept the mental toll it takes on you so get out my inbox with your luke hate bye

You hate it

You hate writing.

Hate it so much because everyday it festers and twists and it’s so damn hard.

You second guess yourself, the words don’t appear like their supposed to and the lives in your head pull and squirm and deconstruct themselves into a million more.

You hate writing because the things you have to say come from a place of insignificant experience. Something tells you that this thing needs to exist in the world but there is no fathomable reason why anyone should care.

You hate writing so so much because it compels you to focus on it at the exclusion of all other thoughts. And it’s exhausting. It sucks away the hours of your day, lucky if you even have a couple sentences to show for it.

You hate writing so friggin much because you know that it will never get easier, your brain is the punching bag you attack relentlessly until the sand of fragmented personalities can slither their way out into reality. They fall through your fingertips uselessly, you hope the pattern they make on the floor is something beautiful. 

You hate it so because the omnipotent control you seek creates discord. You loose all sense of structure or creative confidence when given the power of a god to create whatever you desire, it is a duality that pushes at the edge of your sanity. An instinct that hijacks all logical thought, and leaves you drifting in the ocean.

You hate writing so much because it’s limitless and there’s really nothing to hold onto. You never had any control over this to begin with.

You hate it so very much because imagination will create people and spaces without your consent. A mismatched assortment of incomplete hopes, dreams, goals, fears, adventures, relationships, wonders and tears. It’s all in there and they all demand to be explored.

But there’s no time. There’s no time to sit and think. There’s no time to find the ghosts in your head, to make them any more than a recurring echo. They repeat the same things to you, over and over and over until you don’t know which voice is which. Every year is more garbled and unclear than the last, but the urgency to be heard is relentless.

You hate writing more than anything else because you know, despite all of this, despite how shit everything you make probably is, you will keep writing. Because even at deaths door it will not have been enough, the ghosts are still there, they demand to be let out and they refuse to let you drag them with you into oblivion.

You hate writing because surely without it you will go mad.

The Hunger Games: Muse Shenanigans III

After weeks of promising I’d get off my lazy ass and host a new Hunger Games Shenanigans for our precious and bloodthirsty muses, I finally did the thing. I suppose by now you all know how it works and I’ll get to the list and results. Though before that I’d like to note that if any of the guys’ descriptions looks off, it’s because I derped. I had to return to the settings page because the images didn’t work at first, and I didn’t notice that by doing so the game had set all genders to standard female again until halfway through the game. Sooo I had to edit the correct pronouns in myself. Hence why it took me a while to post the results. ANYWAY, here they are:

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i’m sorry i haven’t been posting as much lately, i’ve had A LOT going on and i’ve been feeling very very dysphoric and bad lately 😔 but i’m trying to pull through!!
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Reaper Berry: Part 1

t was a normal day, everyone was engaging in their normal routines. Getting ready for wherever they have to go, then going. You were also doing this. You were getting ready for wherever you may have to go this day. You had finally gotten everything ready, it felt like you were going to be late, you looked at the time to make sure and you still had about five minutes until you had to leave. You were surprised that you had some time left. You didn’t take advantage though, you went out the door and started heading to your destination. Half way through the day you realized that you had gotten everything done, all of your work was complete and you were confident it was done correctly. You went to lunch, got wherever you were eating, and sat down. Your friends had shown up and sat with you. They were talking about something,

“Yeah, it’s really crazy.” One of them said.

You were very confused. You asked them what they had been talking about.

“Oh, there’s a news report of a mass murder.” Another said, completely normally

You were taken back, you didn’t believe what you just heard. You asked your friend to repeat what they had just said.

“I said there was a news report about a mass murder, it’s kind of in our area but not really, like in the next state over.”

You were terrified, you still couldn’t believe it. You didn’t eat much. You went back to where you were supposed to be to do work. You couldn’t focus. What if the murderer came here? What would happen? Later it was finally time to go home. As you were on your way home you heard people talking about the murderer, about how they were now in your state, and about how there were already seven murders. You hurried home and locked all doors and windows. You made sure the police station number was on speed dial. You made sure all precautions were taken care of. You sat in front of your T.V with the news channel on.

You had tried to eat dinner but you couldn’t. All you could do was worry. You saw on the bottom of the screen, scrolling past, it said that there had recently been five murders in your area. You were completely horrified. One of your friends lived on the same street as you. You tried to texted them, asking if they were okay. They replied,

“ No, I’m really scared, there’s someone in my house. I can hear them. Please come help me, call the police or something”

You knew the police would take too long to get there, you did both. You called the police station and gave them the information. You ran outside and started running towards your friends house. You got there and snuck in. This is dangerous, you thought. I’m risking my life … but I’d rather be the one killed than have my friend be dead. You kept sneaking around the house, you couldn’t hear a single noise. Little did you know, your friend had gotten out of their house and to a safe place while you were still snooping about in their house. Your phone vibrated, you had gotten a text from your friend,

“Hey, I managed to escape, you don’t have to come over anymore.”

vvestcoast  asked:

101, 148?

101. Do you type fast?

I’ve never timed myself but yeah I suppose I can type fairly quickly. I write my books on the computer so it would be brutal if I couldn’t.

148. What’s your favorite quote?

I can pick one but:

  • “That’s how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you’d have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
  • “I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • “Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
  • “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
  • “I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.” ― Catherynne M. Valente
  • “To define is to limit.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • “Love doesn’t conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

send me numbers

But the truth is, it’s not the idea, it’s never the idea, it’s always what you do with it.
—  Neil Gaiman
I don’t know how to say this

But I need help. And just getting to the point that I can admit that out loud has been a long, painful journey.

Here’s the situation: my husband has never been a flexible person, hating to have his routines tampered with and throwing fits when they are. He reduced our oldest daughter to a sobbing wreck on Monday with his fury over her accidentally washing a shirt of his in with the load of our stuff. Up until then, most of his rage was directed at me and I could handle it. But I realized, suddenly, what I was allowing to happen, and that my children were suffering.

I told him I wanted him to move out. He refused and locked himself in his bedroom for two days.  He has not spoken to me since Monday. I have no idea what he’s planning or doing, because every attempt I’ve made at contact has been rebuffed with icy silence.

I am disabled, with degenerative disk disease, narrowing of the spinal canal, and scoliosis, as well as severe arthritis and a severed ligament in my left knee. I physically cannot keep a job, since I can’t stay on my feet for more than a few minutes at a time.

My books are beginning to sell, which is wonderful, but they’re nowhere near enough to support myself and four children yet.  I have filed for disability, which I should have done years ago, I know, but I didn’t need it, right?  My husband supported us all, no reason to mess with the system he had in place.

I was raised to never ask for handouts. And I’m crying as I type this because I hate that I have to now. But I’m desperate. Emotionally, our marriage has been over for years, but things are just getting worse. I can’t live with this man and since he won’t leave, then clearly I have to.

I’m asking for help. I hope I never have to again, I wish it wasn’t necessary at all, but I have to break this cycle of abuse, and I can’t do it alone. The shelter in the county is full and we’re low priority anyway because the abuse isn’t physical, which means that the housing authority is our only real hope at the moment, since their rent is based on income and should be something affordable.  Assuming they have an opening.

If you’re still reading, my Paypal is halcymouse@gmail.com.  Any amount will be a help, but if you can donate even just $5, I’ll send you a digital copy of Coffee Cake or Beignets in tears and gratitude. If you can’t donate a penny but will reblog this so others can see it, you also have my gratitude and I will mentally hug you.

Thank you for listening and I’m going to go cry some more now.



fact: when working on a film or a drama, the person hired does not work under the group’s name but as an actor, as an individual person. this is not only the case with yixing, but also with chanyeol and kyungsoo. where was the outrage then? or is it only bad when it’s a Chinese member?

sometimes i genuinely worry about the people who didnt find bandom until a couple of years ago?? like are you finding all the content you need to see?? have you seen gerard way pop out of a birthday cake on mtv?? did you see fall out boys wind power commercial??? did you see andy throw water over an interviewer??? did you see that episode of mtv cribs where halfway through patrick just rocks up with petes mum carrying all her groceries?? are you getting everything you need?? let me guide you

No one will ever truly prepare you for the pain of unrequited love. Sure, you can read and hear a thousand different stories about it, and think that you can handle it perfectly. I believe you are very strong, but all of those tales are never enough to ready your heart. Because once it happens to you, once you get to experience the reality, no matter how many times you familiarize yourself with the ache through the wisest of words, you will still find yourself asking the most basic of questions. The pain will present itself like a stranger, and you will be needing answers, and all you can do is think about it day and night until things start to change and your world becomes unfamiliar. It will get to the point where it becomes unbearable. And anybody can offer their answers and thoughts to you, but you will still feel empty, like nobody can understand your feelings. Even if unrequited love has been defined in a million definitions, explained in a million explanations, and expressed in a million expressions, soon, you too will have your own thoughts about it. And other people may hear about it, but it would never truly prepare them for the pain. Because unrequited love is a terrible, terrible thing.
—  samesounds
I’m not freestyling, I’m too old. I wrote you a sonnet instead. My wife’s the reason anything gets done. She nudges me towards promise by degrees. She is a perfect symphony of one, our son is her most beautiful reprise. We chase the melodies that seem to find us until they’re finished songs and start to play. When senseless acts of tragedy remind us that nothing here is promised, not one day, this show is proof that history remembers. We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger. We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer. And love is love is love is love is love is love is love and love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story, now fill the world with music, love, and pride. Thank you so much for this.
—  Lin Manuel Miranda accepting the Tony Award for Best Original Score

Aries: I’m proud of you, God fucking damnit, I’m so proud of you. You’ve come miles and miles and I know not enough people say it so I’m saying it now. I am so proud of you.

Taurus: You are so special. They’re abuse didn’t tarnish that. They’re horrible actions didn’t do any damage to that fucking soul. You’re not broken. You are not shattered remnants. You are whole.

Gemini: I know your piecing together parts of your broken self. Can I just stop and say you did a good job? That among the scars and rubble of your past is something fucking amazing. I know you still have bad days, you’ll be okay

Cancer: Some wounds aren’t meant to heal and some sickness weren’t meant to get better. But learn to live in this shell and make it your home because it’s all we’ve got.

Leo: Smile. Smile until it hurts. Because maybe then the pain that you’re going through will sting just a little bit less. Don’t let them destroy the light in yours eyes.

Virgo: Your world falling to pieces. Sometimes you have to light the powder keg. See what’s standing in the ruble. I know it’s scary, but take your shaking hand and blow it up. Blow it the fuck up.

Libra: Grab the bandages, grab the bleach. Clean up your clothes and wash your hair. Wrap your wounds. You’re a fucking warrior. So fight.

Scorpio: Take the jump. What are you so afraid of? Because the only scary thing I see here is you. You are the scariest thing about this situation. Take pride in that and jump. You’ll land on your feet.

Sagittarius: They aren’t angry. They just miss you. And if you ever decide to come home you will be welcomed with open arms even after all of this time. We hope you are well, and we hope you come home.

Capricorn : Celebrate yourself and the small victories you have. Take in the air and know that nothing thrives all year long in nature and neither do you. So let yourself rest and let yourself recover. And bloom again when you’re ready.

Aquarius : heal. And not because someone else is telling you to but because parts of you are broken and need to be fixed. Let yourself recover. Because in the end, isn’t recovery worth it?

Pisces: Exist. Exist in this moment and take control because it’s all you’ve got. Hold on tight, I know it’s scary. But some rides are worth the wait.

—  This week’s horoscope
The signs' favourite things
  • Aries:
  • The moment before a roller coaster falls, dancing to loud music
  • Taurus:
  • The first bite of a food you've been craving, someone enjoying something you made happen
  • Gemini:
  • Laughing with someone and realising how much you enjoy their existence, someone playing with your hair
  • Cancer:
  • Waking up before anyone else, rainy days with books and tea
  • Leo:
  • Road trips with friends, remembering all the words to your old favourite song
  • Virgo:
  • Your parents telling you childhood stories, coming home after a long day
  • Libra:
  • Getting a compliment on something you worked really hard on, rewatching old Disney movies
  • Scorpio:
  • Laughing until your stomach hurts, the warmth of a drink between your hands
  • Sagittarius:
  • The feeling of winning something, looking at someone and smiling because you like them so much
  • Capricorn:
  • Snow melting through your fingers, you friends holding you when you fall
  • Aquarius:
  • Grass tickling your bare feet, fireworks blossoming in the night sky
  • Pisces:
  • Watching the sun rise/set, catching your crush staring at you

Throw $10 into a fountain, all in nickels. The hand of Thomas Jefferson will rise out of the center of the fountain holding a ticket. DO NOT STEP INTO THE FOUNTAIN WHEN YOU GO TO RETRIEVE YOUR TICKET OR I CANNOT ANSWER FOR YOUR SAFETY.

Visit the Hamilton memorial on the Mall. Jinx! THERE IS NO HAMILTON MEMORIAL. Arrange for it to be built. On the day of the ribbon-cutting look more closely at the ribbon. It is not a ribbon after all, is it? It is a ticket. Glance up to see Eliza Hamilton’s shadowy figure wink at you as she mouths the word “narrative.”

Buy the cheapest ticket readily available five years from now. Get one of those enchanted remotes from the “Beyond” section of Bed, Bath and Beyond like Adam Sandler had in the movie “Click.” Use it to fast-forward through your life until the point when you have your “Hamilton” ticket, missing your daughter’s childhood in the process. It is all right. She will understand when she sees “Hamilton.”

Win the ticket lottery.

Win the regular lottery.

Mystic Messenger e-mail answering guide FULL VERSION

Hey, just to start, apologies for any grammar mistakes I will commit during this post. I am having internet connectivity issues right now so I am writing this on phone.

There are 4 types of e-mails after you are done with the invitation to the party, the FAILED, which means you did not manage to invite that person, the COMPLETED in red or green, that means the person may or may not come, and the COMPLETED in blue in which the person is coming to the party.

So here goes the list I have until now:

Blue completed:

Indie games developer: Scheam, Nameless, Game convention
Youngest College Students: Jaehee, playing games of drinking soda, because you are too smart.
Oil Company:We have very big parking spots, we have american TV, the bald one.
Barista Group: Arabica coffee, Drip brewing, italy
Models: yes will there be a lot of companies, zen, look of yourself reflected into woman’s eyes
Tetris guy: battle 707 ate the party, stick, we have a new tetris series ready.
Wine Producer:red wine, ice wine, Jumin
Indie movie enthusiasts: environment ( he one that is not r- rated stuff), realism, Cannes, Venice & Berlin.
LOLOL guild: headset, make the stats balanced, blood dragon.
Narcissist association:Lock up in a room full of mirrors, takes a lot of selfies, Lake na.
Secretary association: a rational boss, well payed, normal outfit
Monogamy group: cross-stitch framed, handcuff her, give her flowers.
Musical Supporters: Zen, the jalapeno topping was pretty spice musical, the one that doesn’t say to ask someone for tickets.
Bankers: 100% interest deals, swiss bank, 1.2 million.
Private investigator: Yes I wanna invite you to the party, the heroine that uses violence, It really matches you.
Long cat: meow meow, (with the comma),  miumiu , nyannyan
Tradition: Whoopee~~ Beat the drums~~, Whoopp~~, Oh my dear sun~~ lay your passion upon us~~. 
Hospital: Hippocrates, exam results, compare hospitals.
Culture: Borborry, verragamo, there will be many handsome man.
Artwomen: monet, louvre, cantabile.
Floppy:  rainbow floppy, windows 8.1 3711, obtain a limited cassette tape.
Cat Project: Please come, feed them and wait, social media.
Allergy: Cat allergy, beef and seaweed soup, guests not attending to parties.
Frank: All to the bank, bank passbook, put on various bank accounts.
Solo: Hi I’m Youngsoo. I got your number through Chulsoo, watch, consider the other person’s feelings.
Uranai: I have plenty of time, Jumin Han, old man under the moon
Smartphone: leave the phone on the living room, leave the battery half charged, popcorn brain.
Badcomment:, I will be watching the next one, report them.
Nolam: Baleman, Otherstellar, Leonardo Dicappucino.
Tom: call the zoo, stock price of peaches will go down, you are getting two F’s.
Chef: 3 cups, you mix as if you are cutting, 20 minutes.
Rui: Elegant , Olympusx20, ganon
Cherryfarm: green, take out the stem and use a staw to push out the seed, diamond.
LOLOL: Dia, hunt the new zombies, invite her to play lolol
Romance: He will, Your one and only top star, kiss
Naming: Luciel, Your character’s name, Jaehee
Medicine: Tiarnol, tiarnol, tiarnol
Hyoja: fillial piety, confucius, health
Smoking quitter association: scold him, your girlfriend will love it, scold him again
Golf Association: Driver, shoes that dry quickly, gloves that don’t wear out easyly
Roastery: Antigua, whole beans, 15 days
Bracelet: various kinds of organizations, Lock U Up silver bracelet, mall
Pancake: silvervine, salmon fish sauce, fish-shape
Security: Korea, because it’s cool, gold
Writer: art-related organization, X0X0foreverurlovely#1star★ , flies off to space
DocLee: the seal is unlocked!!!, black , the rise of the fire dragon slumbering within the eyes!!
Meteor study club :  first kiss, hungry, make a wish
Tuition Committee: Noon, Yellow and Black, Candlelight
Cat hotel: Cat buffet, Putting on a show, Cat limousine
Driver Kim: Compete with your son, Drifting, young Pong
Hacker: Lucky Kim, 80 years old, Grandmother
Students living alone: In the freezer, Bubblewrap, Fried Rice
Shoes association (Toeic): Small feet, chinese,  Nimtendo
Homeless rescue team: there will be potential donators at the party, warm rice, soup, green salad, baked salmon, and fried eggs.  + sell small issue magazine (third reply; i got blue completed)
Press: netizens, a law must be implemented that protects reporters, i cannot tell you that
God: the one where you said you’re excited talking to him, the one that didn’t ask for money, i think you’ll walk into the party room like a normal person
Detective: i know the vanished seven treasure islands, yoosung’s lolol exploration, chief assistant jaehee kang.
Keyboard: ergonomics, control+C,  movi 83.
Monnami: best pen of the nation: BIC, sear the end with a lighter, classic is best
Emotion: i’d like to help you, the movie one, i really hope you come to our party.
Chicken: Youtube,  face of a generous looking grandfa…I mean you, the owner!,
Wrongmajor: What are you interested in, not too late, convince the parents.
Basketcase woman: green, long enough to do well with my eyes closed,  get a camel through the eye.
Catlovers: head, odd eye, crystal litter.
Stock: Invest the stock, not lose your money, chief assistant Jaehee Kang.
Lame (Haejung): Call the police, Say Hello!, I think you’ll give them a kick in the butt.
Marc: Bae screen wedding,  triple tipt invitations, use the screenshot.
Cream Roll: Imagine Mythical Creatures, limited edition name change ,Banner for the winner
Star: first kiss, shiny moon makes me hungry, wish on a star
Mira: pink bandages, coffin with lace all around, Life size marble statue of the Pharaoh

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Okay but...

Imagine if Gav swapped out Ryan’s white face paint for glow in the dark face paint like right before a heist and Ryan didn’t notice.

Then about halfway through the heist his mask get’s ripped off by some cop in an alley and the face paint is smudged and running at this point but it glows like something truly inhuman. 

Ryan of course doesn’t notice beyond the more frightened than usual reaction to the face paint until he turns the corner and bumps straight into Geoff who lets off one of his holy shit girly screams. 

and then he decides he likes it. 

Imagine his new face paint design that’s almost all white just glowing and Ryan with a feral smile eyes bright and humming as he approaches you in a dark alley…

By Royal Decree (Part 5)

Summary: Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all?

Word Count: 2,324

Warnings: Angst.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Uh, yeah. 

Originally posted by kittyseb

The comfort of home was a welcoming feeling, the familiar faces around the palace extracting smiles from you and you let yourself feel at ease for the last time. Your parents gave you leave to do whatever you pleased until you had to go back to your new home. By the last night you were to spend here, you had to have everything ready to go to move yourself permanently and never call the palace you were born in your home again.

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