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Suit and Tie

Written for: @gaybybirth 

Summary: Bucky is your date for a dinner party and you two sneak off to have some fun of your own 

A/N: Whew, this was a long one. I wrote this for one of my fav blogs and honestly I’ve had the worst writer’s block but this was so fun!! I’ll be getting out other requests soon :) Also please send me things!

Warnings: Bucky in a suit goddamn, Dom!Bucky, metal hand kink, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (no babies here; wrap it up kids)

Word Count: 3.6k+

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tell me about unusual cats

oh GOSH this is so vague!! there are 37 species of wild cat so “unusual” can be taken so many ways omg like unusual looking/sounding/Cryptid species or like color morphs/mutations like there are So Many options here!!! but i’ll do some of each (under the cut) and lmk if theres anything else u wanna know!!

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Wow… I just checked my requests and I got SO MANY over the weekend. I’ll try to get to everyone. Please note that I have my own organizational system that’s not necessarily based on how long ago you requested, but I won’t make you wait too long.

This is one of the common ones. I actually made these on Friday and never got a chance to upload them.

I have some Les Mis ones halfway done. I’ll upload In the Heights in a minute (ha, wasn’t even requested, just love it), and I’ll work on Great Comet, more Hamilton, and another Spring Awakening tomorrow.

People have also asked what I use to make these. I use Canva, which is incredibly easy and free. I also get all images that I don’t credit from there, too, which is a nice library.

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Heya, setting information incoming! x)
This lady is a singer, and she is incredibly popular in so-called New Shang-La (Latori, Beyleria, Ayelahai and Nouri). She is working in the strange music genre - it’s some kind of a vintage folk-rock, with a touch of cabaret music/dark Goth.
Her name is Antiquity and it’s not a pseudonym. She is very tall for a woman and have a pleasant, soft, deep and low voice. A lot of people think that she is a transvestite because of that, but no, she is actually a lady.
She is often invited by the radio stations all over the Shang-La - it guarantees a maximum success to any event, so they are trying to kill each other just to get a chance to work with Antiquity.

Antiquity was born in Latori, but she has not succeeded in her mother country. So she went to Nouri and has achieved success in a creative career very quickly. She picked up her image there, too, but brought some notes of the Latorian style into it. Let us remember Roui’s clothes… Yes, Antikviti is like an idol to him, and we can’t blame him for it.
Antiq loves her country and gives charity concerts in Latori from time to time, but still prefers to work in other countries of the New Shang-La.
It is possible that she will appear in the “Crown of Leaves” as a character. And of course, you will find this poster in the game, you just need to look closer at some of the locations. x)
P.S. A small Easter egg: June 7 is Grimm’s Birthday :3

The character inspired by the cover of a Marilyn Manson album/his concert clothes and Mad Moxxi from the Borderlands series ~ Yay!

the smell of divorce
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i.

remember that time when you and i were sitting alone
you were curled up in the crook of my arm
i was smashed beyond repair and you forced my hand
to drive in the moonlight – you took a piece of my life that night

or that day when you hid underneath my coat from onlookers
(you were shy and i wasn’t always careful) we awkwardly danced
to a train station bathroom to steal hungry kisses
we were happy then but you never held my hair back when i puked

paper signed and dues paid – i still won’t forget the day we met
you were ice cold and i was desperate for a sip – you were dangerous
and i was insecure; you made me whole for a little while popping
bubbles in my stomach (syrup wasn’t enough to cure the issues)

(you always wanted me to be happy but i had to break us both)

ii.

i guess i liked the way you felt, holding my hand, warm on cold, leaving handprints on my heart of glass

i guess i liked the way you drank me up with your eyes, before your lips ever got a taste

i guess i liked how i was needed, it’s nice to be a part of something bigger than yourself…

but i understand now that i was killing you and draining myself

i understand now that no matter how sweet it was in the nights, the mornings would always bring a tinge of bitterness for you

i was never there when you really needed me and i’m sorry, i guess i got lost inside myself, some deep dark chasm no one has gotten the chance to map out yet…

all i have now is memories, memories of your smile, the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen…

shards, images, broken crystals…

i remember your eyes and how they glistened on the train as the city ran right past us, it was like a dream…

(a dream that’s still a burning candle in my belly, a dream that could’ve, would’ve, broken us both, you on the ground and me in pieces… and i guess in the end we’re still broken, anyway)

part one of this poem was done by the amazingly talented and completely wonderful jay ( @awhorableperson ) and the second part was done by me ! (it was super fun working with you jay, we should definitely do this again sometime !!)

Legit Tip #184

or - “Writing Dream Sequences” 

So, you’ve probably already been told that writing dream sequences is a big no-no. That it’s capital-B “bad”. To that I say - ugh. 

There’s nothing wrong with dreams in stories. Dreams in storytelling are as old as our oldest stories. Humans are fascinated with dreams, and for good reason. We don’t understand them, and it’s likely we never entirely will. They’re rich with symbolism. They represent a deeper part of ourselves. That’s not to mention that if you’re religious at all, they likely have some significance to you on a spiritual level, regardless of what you believe in. 

So to dismiss dreams as “bad writing” is - well, it’s ridiculous. It’s just that, as with any type of tool, you need to think about them. Instead of just tossing them into your story you should use them skillfully. Meaningfully. 

Don’t use dreams just because they’re an easy way to create drama or to convey some piece of information. Use them because it’s the right place and the right time to use them in your story. 

Using Dreams to Show a Character’s Psychological State

One of the ways in which you can use dreams meaningfully is to showcase a character’s psychological state. However, be very careful about using dreams in this manner and realize that it’s probably best to save dream sequences for extremes in mood shifts or emotional peaks that your characters may be going through. 

For example, let’s say that we have a heroine who is caught up in a Civil War in a fantasy kingdom, and the person commanding the forces on the other side in this war is her own half-sister. Knowing that she might have to face off against her sister is causing her extreme emotional stress. 

As she grows closer to having to face her sister, she may have a dream about the situation. 

Saria charged into the chamber, sword raised. The blade slid neatly into the woman’s back. But when she cried out, the sound was strange. It wasn’t a woman’s cry. It was a girl. Saria looked down, and felt her chest begin to burn as she saw the child collapse onto the floor. 

“Ness… no!” She withdrew her sword. She tried to reach for the girl, for her sister, but it was too late. Her sister had fallen, was still falling. Sinking into the floor as if it were glass. All Saria could do was watch as it closed around the child. 

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Dreams as Prophecy/Telepathy/Connection to Spirits

In some stories, dreams serve another purpose. They may function as prophecy - allowing characters to see past or future events. Dreams may also allow characters to see events that are happening in the present, elsewhere in the world that they exist in. They may be psychically connected to other characters through dreams, or they may even be able to connect to lost loved ones through dreams. 

One of the things that tend to be universally true about these types of dreams in stories is that they are generally less abstract than dreams that occur “naturally” - i.e., dreams that originate from a character’s own mind. And that only makes sense. As a writer, you would want these dreams to be a little clearer and a little more focused.

Êx. Vivienne reached out and let her grandmother’s hand close over hers. “Is it really you?” she asked, receiving nothing but a smile in response. And then they were walking together, side by side and hand in hand, just as they had when she was a little girl. It had been so long…

“You’re still so impatient,” her grandmother finally said. “But it will happen soon enough.”

“What’s going to happen?” Vivienne glanced over. She couldn’t mean The Enlightening could she? But that would mean…

“Don’t think about it too much. It’s a beautiful day. Enjoy these moments while you can. Life is so short, Vivienne. Even a well lived life is never enough. No reason to be so impatient.” 

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However, you probably still want to write them differently than you write your main narrative - and we’ll get to that in a moment. 

Beginning and Ending Dreams

One thing that I feel necessary to point out is how important it is to think about the beginning and ending of a dream sequence. 

Think about the last dream that you had. How did it start? What were you doing when the dream began? The thing is, dreams sort of drop you into the middle of the action. 

So when you write a dream sequence, embrace the concept of in media res. That is, start the dream sequence with your character already in the midst of some sort of action. It makes the feeling of the dream being “dreamlike” a lot more believable. 

And really push it with this. Amp up the surreal feeling here to make it as dreamlike as possible. Start the dream with the character in the middle of a conversation. Start it with them walking down a hallway, or hanging out somewhere they shouldn’t be and acting as if it’s no big deal. 

The more the reader feels put out by it, the better. Because it’s a dream and it should feel a bit odd and off and strange. 

Likewise with the ending. Dreams don’t (always) have natural conclusions. They end when you wake up, no matter when that is. So don’t (always) worry about completing the “story” of the dream. 

Amping Up the Surreal Nature of Dreams in Writing

When writing dream sequences, one thing you’ll want to note is that you want to keep the writing surreal. You want to make it feel different than the main narration of your story. It’s a dream, after all. And there are some things that you can do to make that happen.

One thing that you can keep in mind is that things move differently in dreams. The way things flow in dreams is a good starting point. Rather than having everything perfectly linear, and having everything structured and moving forward neatly, play with the surreal quality of the dreamworld by making leaps and jumps forward. Move from Point A to Point C and ignore Point B completely. 

This is as true in psychological as in prophetic/telepathic dreams in writing. As I said, you want to differentiate the real world from the dreamworld, and this is a GREAT way to do that. It’ll help you keep the reader on the toes. (Not the only way to go, of course, but it’s one that I’ve always liked to use.) 

And Finally - Dream Symbolism 

I can’t go without noting this. Dreams are intensely symbolic, and you’d be remiss not to take advantage of this in your writing. Even if you’re not a writer who uses a lot of symbolism intentionally, writing dream sequences gives you a great chance to pull out all the stops and to fill your writing with symbols and hidden (or not so hidden) messages.

For example, if your character is anxious about death, illness or dying, you could fill their dream with images of dying animals and have them dream about being wounded. Yikes, right? 

Just remember that dreams do not have to be literal representations of anxiety and, in fact, it may be a lot more interesting to readers to use symbolism instead of actual representations of their anxiety to get a message across in a dream sequence. 

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Anyway, that’s all I’m going to write about dream sequences for now. My WIP is about dreams so I’m always open to answer any questions you may have about dreams in writing, in myth, or what have you, so send me an ask if you want to know anything. I’ve done tons of research! 

junkrat constantly feels like he has to prove himself somehow to get people to like/tolerate him, either by being the smartest or the toughest or the funniest, or by useful. he was willing to work for a ceo, despite ostensibly hating ALL suits, for the chance to be seen as legitimate. part of his character arc is realizing that no suit is interested in legitimizing him, and that his worth doesn’t lie in societies hands. going on his crime spree is the first step in totally rejecting the picture that others have painted of him, and the negative self image he’s internalized because of it.

but he still struggles to feel like he must earn affection, because deep down he doesn’t feel like he deserves it: that if he doesn’t do something to earn it, he won’t.

when he and roadhog get tipsy one evening and hog tells him “youre the best thing that ever happened to me” junkrat cries for the next 3 days. off and on for the next week. sometimes looks over at roadhog and just starts tearing up

roadhog does too. he feels less shame about who he is, and more guilt about what he’s done. junkrats love and admiration feels like… a kindness he doesn’t deserve anymore. but there he is anyway.

neither can single handedly save or redeem the other. but it helps. it helps them not lose sight of themselves. junkrat could have burned hmiself out trying to please others, or trying to prove he could do everything himself. and roadhog could have burned all his bridges until he was left on a scorched island with nothing but himself and the fire. but they don’t. they don’t need to, because they have each other and their plans.

9| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4622

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Time ticked by slowly as Kwangsik and you sat in the staff room. Teachers went in and out, but they didn’t seem to mind the two of you being there with Mrs. Shin. The whole school probably knew by now. They would have seen the stretcher.

If you’d had your way, you would have either been in the ambulance with Jiwoo or by yourself, away from anyone who might want to ask you about what had happened. You were not in the mood.

However, you couldn’t leave the staffroom. Kwangsik, after leaving Jiwoo’s presence, had turned totally distraught, and you felt someone needed to be there for him. He sat in his chair, his knees brought up to his chest, hands wrapped around a cold cup of cocoa.

“Kwangsik.” You tried, putting a hand on his arm. “It was an advanced step that she shouldn’t have made us do. It’s not your fault.”

He took a moment to answer. “She’s never going to trust me again.” He whispered, not looking at you.

“Jiwoo is the most forgiving person, she won’t stop trusting you.”

He didn’t seem convinced, and looked sullenly at the antique coffee table. The staffroom was like any other room in the school: Cherry wood panelling, small chandeliers. But, unlike in all the other rooms, the fireplace wasn’t boarded up, and now hosted glowing, crackling flames. Other than that, the room was full of comfy, high backed armchairs and tables. An end table stood in one corner with a selection of hot drinks and cakes. Mrs. Shin had tried to get everyone to eat, but you were feeling slightly dizzy, and food did not sound like a good idea.

It was a few silent moments later that Mrs. Shin herself slipped onto the chair next to you, holding a cup of tea. Kwangsik immediately sat up. “How is she?” He asked.

Mrs. Shin looked pained. “Master Jinho rang me. He and Hyejin are with her in the ambulance. Mister and Miss. Yang are meeting them at the hospital.”

“Do they know exactly what’s wrong with her?” You asked. She looked a little hesitant at Kwangsik.

“They think it’s a broken collarbone, maybe a few ribs. They won’t know until they x-ray her.” She looked at the both of you. “Master Jinho told me to tell you two, but he would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone else. He’ll make a formal announcement to the school when he gets back.”

You nodded however Kwangsik didn’t respond at all, sitting back into his crumpled position. You tried to bring up small talk with Mrs. Shin. “I guess injuries don’t happen here very often.”

She sighed and put her hands in her lap. “We get injuries in advanced classes occasionally, but they’re usually just bad sprains or hamstrings. In all my time here, there’s only been one other serious injury in a class. A boy landed a leap the wrong way and wound up in hospital.” You nodded. Some accidents just couldn’t be prevented, even in professional companies.

“The teachers here are too good to let careless mistakes happen, and the students can usually be relied on.” She looked to Kwangsik. “Of course, Madame Zhang was certainly to blame for Jiwoo’s incident. And you, Miss (Surname).” She nodded to you. “Were very brave for trying to stop her.”

“My resolve went as far as my idiotic vanity allowed.” You muttered. “It still happened.”

She shook her head. “You have been through many things since you began here, Miss (Surname). I certainly will never forget that first class you were in.” She gave a light chuckle at the memory.

“Park Jimin is a curious boy.” Her expression turned a little sour. “He should have been here. Perhaps Madam Hyejin took it a little far, but he would have prevented it.”

You nodded dolefully. You’d thought that too. God, why hadn’t you kept up your argument? You could have saved your best friend from this.

“I wonder what he’s up to.”

“He’s still at school.” You told her. “I saw his name on the review sheet.”

She nodded. “Yes, I’ve seen him about. I’d simply assumed that his apprenticeship time was up. Though I don’t think it’s too hard to really know why Jimin’s been put in Madame Zhang’s class.”

She glanced at her watch then worriedly looked at Kwangsik. “Oh, it’s dinner time. Do you think you can go?”

He took a deep breath and stood up, putting his mug on the table.

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Shin.” You told her and bowed. Then you proceed to pick up your Pointe shoes from the floor.

“That’s alright.” She said. “I’m sure you’ll be told if there are any further developments.”

She held the staffroom door open and the two of you slipped out. Straight away, you were in the entrance hall, where students were coming down the stairs. Silently, you merged into the chattering crowd and went into the dining hall.

“Yeah.” You heard some students say behind you. “That’s Rhee Kwangsik. The one who dropped her.” You were extremely tempted to turn around and snap at them, but instead pulled Kwangsik along to the queue. His face was glum and pale.

“Kwangsik.” You said softly. “Pas de deux is two people working as a pair. If something goes wrong then it’s the pair’s fault, not the individual’s.” You were not sure where you’d gotten this from. You weren’t even sure if it was true. You thought about dancing with Eungkwan. If you made a mistake it was your mistake alone, it would be unfair to blame him. But then, it never felt as if you were a pair. You were by each other, but not with each other.

You shook your head quickly, stopping the train of thoughts, before you ended up thinking about Jimin.

As soon as you reached the table, Yuna stood up. “(Name) do you know if she’s okay?” She demanded.

“She’s in the ambulance; I think Master Jinho’s going to tell us more later.” You sat down, sliding your plate onto the table with no intention of eating it. You were feeling kind of nauseous.

“You were right, (Name).” Yuna said dully. “That move was way too advanced for us.”

“I loved how Madame Hyejin owned Madame Zhang, though.” Hyeun chirped. “She was so funny. Her expression was hilarious.” She was the only one at the table smiling.

Hyeun, realising that it maybe wasn’t the time, let her smile fade. Things settled into silence. Other groups of students fluttered around, several of them pointing out Kwangsik. You weren’t even sure if he noticed, he was so distant.

Dinner passed very slowly. No one talked much. You wished you’d brought your phone with you, though you doubted Jiwoo would be in the position to text.

Eventually, another teacher, Master Kang, stood up and dismissed everyone. Your table stood quickly, all of you anxious to get away. You were in the entrance hall when you heard someone call your name.

“(Name)!” You spun around. Jung Dawon was coming up to you, pulling Kim Seokjin along her. His face told you he was in heavenly submission.

“I heard about Jiwoo.” She said. Her bouncy voice was softer now. She pulled her hand from Seokjin’s and put it on your shoulder. “I know she’s your friend. Are you okay?”

It was slightly weird, being asked if you were okay by a near-stranger, and that she actually seemed sincere. Her concern was comforting, though. “I’m fine.” You told her. “I just wish it hadn’t happened.”

“Yeah.” Dawon muttered. “Madame Zhang’s a liability in the extreme.”

You were about to agree when you realized. “Wait.” You said. “You don’t think it was Kwangsik’s fault?”

“We weren’t there.” Seokjin said, curling his arm round Dawon’s waist. “But we heard what happened. The move was too advanced.”

“Yeah.” Dawon agreed. “Even if they are a steady pair, it was Madame Zhang’s fault in the first instance. She should have known their limits.”

“I bet my dad is gonna fire her.” Seokjin said a smile on his face.

“Jinho would be insane not to.” Dawon nodded along. “The parents would all protest if she stayed, even if she is Areum Zhang.”

Your head snapped up. “What?”

Dawon smiled. “Madame Zhang used to be Areum Zhang, of the Seoul Ballet.”

“God.” You said. You’d heard of Areum Zhang, the prima ballerina of the Seoul Ballet! She was famous for her beautiful performance of the Nutcracker Pas de Deux. You’d never had a chance to see her before she’d left the stage, but your old ballet teacher had talked about her many times. The image of Madame Zhang, sitting with a slumped back on her little stool, a glum expression on her face, it really didn’t fit with the idea of a world class ballerina.

“How did she get here?” You asked.

Seokjin smiled. “She’d just retired and my dad employed her. No one could do Pas de Deux like her. Except maybe Jimin and Taeyeon, once they’re professionals.”

Dawon giggled. “She doesn’t like them much.”

“So what happened to her?”

Seokjin shrugged. “I really don’t know. Either way, she might be the best at Pas de Deux, but she’s certainly not the best at teaching it.”

“Even with her fame.” Dawon added. “She’s not going to be staying after all this crap.”

You almost groaned. If your parents found out about Jiwoo, if they found out about you doing the exact same move as Jiwoo, you would be out of here in no time.

“Yo! Jin!” Came a loud call from the dining hall.

Kim Taehyung was striding down the hall, as confident as Master Jinho, though being dressed in a hoodie and cargo pants pretty much ended the similarities. Other students stepped aside, all looking a little awe-stricken, even though most saw him every day. He strode right into your conversation, grinned at Dawon and Seokjin and then looked to you.

“Ah!” He exclaimed, turning the heads of those still leaving the dining hall. “You must be (Name)!” He gave you a wide grin, holding out one massive hand. “You’ve been front page of the Amour gossip’s magazine ever since you got here!”

You shook it, your hand getting lost in his palm. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” He said proudly. “Brand new and shiny after a five hour detentional work-out with Master Woo, the great gymnast.”

Seokjin chuckled next to him. “Jungkook better watch out, man. You and that guy spend way too much time together.”

“What about me?” Came a soft smooth voice. Jean Jungkook came out of nowhere. He was about the same height as the two other boys, with a tall slender body like Taehyung. Jungkook was sassily staring up at him with a perfect pointed eyebrow.

Taehyung simply grinned at him. “Don’t worry, Kookie-ah I’m all yours.” He said and jokingly began making small kiss noises, while trying to hug Jungkook.

Dawon gave them a look before she burst out laughing. “Don’t mind them.” She grinned. “They’re just always hanging out, so we joke about it.”

It looked like they were about to start wrestling each other when Seokjin, thankfully, cut in with a much exaggerated cough.

“Jungkook.” He said once he’d got their attention. “This is (Surname) (Name).”

He tore his glaring eyes away from Taehung and turned to you. His eyes immediate brightened. “Ah, so you’re the one Jimin’s been all bitchy about lately.”

“Um…” You frowned.

He smiled securely. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll come around sooner or later.”

“Well I hope so.” You trailed off.

Jungkook gave you nice genuine smile. “Anyway I’ve got to go to. See you later (Name)!” Then he waved and turned to walk away, before you could even as much say a word. Taehyung who had been talking with Seokjin hurriedly followed along. “Hey Jungkook you rascal wait for me!” Then he bounded up the stairs while shouting. “It was nice to meet you, (Name).”

You stood dumbfounded left with Seokjin and Dawon. “Well yeah that was Taehyung and Jungkook, they can be a little bold sometimes.” Dawon told you, rolling her eyes. “Actually they’re just a pair of idiots.”

“Well they’re are certainly straight forward.” You replied.

“Yep.” She said. “I guess the most of us is like that.”

“I think it’s great.” You nodded. “I wish I were brave enough to be like that.”  You smiled at Dawon, before you caught a glimpse at the almost empty hall. “Oh, I’m sorry but I better go now.” You said.

“Okay.” She said, giving you a quick hug. “I hope Jiwoo’s gonna be okay.” She pulled back, her hands on your shoulders. “And if you ever need to talk, I’ll be in the usual places.”

“Right, thanks.” You smiled grateful. “See you later.”

There was no news when you checked at the staffroom door. Mrs. Shin’s face was pale, though. “Just get some sleep, dear.” She told you quietly. The staffroom beyond her was lit only by firelight and a few lamps now. You saw Madame Choi staring into the flames, along with Master Clayworth, your Character teacher. He always liked Jiwoo’s expressions and movements. Character was her thing, as it was his. Smoke curled up from his cigarette. The staffroom hadn’t smelt of smoke, so you guessed it was a special occasion.

“Mrs. Shin, what is it?” You asked her. Tears were already welling at your eyes. You had no idea what was going on, what if it was something really terrible?

Mrs. Shin pursed her lips, pushing up glasses. “It’s a little worse than they thought, dear.”

“What?” You demanded.

Madame Choi appeared at the doorway. Her usual scowl was more pronounced, but sadder now. “Miss. (Surname), please go to your dormitory, you have no business here.”

Mrs. Shin looked a little hesitant, but Madame Choi pulled the door shut in front of you.

You swallowed down the stupid lump in your throat and turned down the corridor and up the stairs. It was first when you reached the second floor that you realized Yuna’s voice had been calling your name several time. “(Name), you okay?” She asked worried.

“Yeah.” You mumbled dazed.

“Come on.” She said and gently took your arm. “It’s been a long day, let’s get to bed.”

“Hmm.” You murmured and obediently trailed after her.

Madam Choi, came in to ensure that everyone were in bed. That meant Madame Hyejin was still at the hospital. “Good night, girls.” Her voice was very different from Madame Hyejin. Somehow Madame Hyejin had managed to become more motherly in the past weeks, which you really didn’t thought could be possible, considering she was always constantly yelling at everyone.

You didn’t sleep well that night. It took you hours to get to sleep, every couple of minutes You would check your phone anxiously, even though both Jiwoo and you weren’t the texting type.

“(Name)!” A voice reached into the black void. “(Name)!”

Where was this voice coming from?

Where were you?

Who was calling that name? Whose name was it anyway?

“(Name)!”

(Name)…(Name)…

“Clearly she’s trying to get out of class.” Came another voice, this one sounded annoyed, irritated. 

“Maybe she’s dead.” Another voice.

“Oh zip it, Hyeun.”

Too many voices…too many…

“(Name)!”

“Shut up!” You cried out, eyes still closed.

Why were they calling the (Name)?

“See, she’s awake.”

“Her eyes aren’t open.”

“Just wait a second and she’ll start calling Park Jimin’s name again.”

“God, shut up, Minjee! You’re such a pain in the ass, even now with everything that’s happened with Jiwoo and stuff!”

Jiwoo…

Your eyes flew open. (Name). That was your name. Jiwoo, something about Jiwoo. You looked around. Who were all these people?

Wait, Yuna, Minjee, Hyeun, Seohyun. “Where am I?” You asked these people. Why did you know their names, but not who they really were?

“The dorm, you idiot.” The girl called Minjee drawled.

Time ticked…

Shit!

You shot up in bed, only one thought in mind.

“Has there been any news about Jiwoo?” You demanded.

“Well finally.” Minjee muttered as Hyeun shook her head glumly.

“There’s going to be an announcement at breakfast, though.” Yuna said. “God, you took ages to wake up.” She looked at your ruffled state sympathetically. “You been worrying?”

You nodded. “I hope she’s okay.”

“Same.” Hyeun replied. “Come on, you better get changed, if Madame Hyejin were here you would be dead by now.”

Like dinner, breakfast was a sober affair. Dawon came over and gave you a quick hug and asked if there had been any developments. You were glad for her support, strange as it was from someone you knew even less than other people here. But then, you’d only known Jiwoo for a week, and your concern seemed to be dominating everything.

“Attention, school!” Came a call from the front of the hall. It was near the end of breakfast, and you had only eaten a few spoonfuls of yoghurt, waiting for this announcement. It was Master Kang. All talking stopped, and the short man cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“As…uh…as many of you will know.” He began, twisting his lips, his moustache bristling. “Miss. Yang, a first year here, had an accident yesterday during class. Ah…Master Jinho has asked me to tell all of you that…ah…she is in the operating theatre at present, but it is going trough procedure, with no complications.”

You glanced at Yuna. She gave you a nervous nod.

“Ehem…school dismissed.”

You head swirled as you all stood. You gripped the chair for support, a horrible opaque yellow creeping out around the edges of your vision. Pressing your lips together, you waited for it to clear. Finally,  you could see again, god thanks no one had noticed. You took your plate to the serving ladies and headed upstairs to tech.

Glancing around, you saw that everyone was performing their usual stretches and warm-ups. Kwangsik sat alone in a corner, gripping the foot of his outstretched leg with a pained face, even though you’d seen him do it yesterday with ease. It wasn’t his leg he was thinking about. You stretched alone, having always warmed up with Jiwoo before now. You still felt light-headed as you practiced  your soubresauts and plies, and more than one of them were off-balance.

Yuna came and sat next to you as you tied up your shoes. “Woken up yet?” She asked jokingly.

“Just about.” You said with a half-smile. “Last night dragged out a bit.” You then looked down at the ribbons of your shoes. They were a satin mess, already coming undone.

You frowned. Tying up your pointes had become second nature…

“Alright, class!” Came Madame Choi’s voice. “Quiet, if you please!” You hurriedly did them up the right way and stood with everyone else. “Now.” Madame Choi’s dark eyebrows were drawn down in her normal, sharp scowl, and her hair pulled back in the high, regal bun. Despite her changed temperament last night, she was back to normal. The problem was that you most certainly were not.

Your focus faded in and out as you performed your barre exercises. One moment, you would be focused on keeping your core engaged, you arms long, and then next you would be drawn out to thinking about Jiwoo. The inevitable question buzzed in your head: Would she come back? Would she return to Amour?

“Miss (Surname)!” Madame Choi’s voice was sharp. “Your posture is cause for distress!”

You straightened up, pushing your shoulders back and tightening your ribs. “Better!” She snapped.

You managed to get through the rest of the barre exercises without further fault, but you knew you were not at your best. Your échappés were sloppy, and sometimes you couldn’t even get onto your pointes, let alone hold yourself up. Your tondues were terrible too. You couldn’t seem to work out which foot went behind the other, even though you’d being doing it with no thought for many years now.

“Alright.” Madame Choi called. “Starting positions, if you please!”

It was with relief that you took your hand off the barre and hurried to the centre. But of course, this was going to be even worse. “And five six seven eight and.” You lifted your leg up into arabesque, praying you could stay on Pointe. It seemed fine, you seemed okay.

“Arms out, Miss (Surname)!” Crap! You quickly stuck your arms out, but the clumsiness made you lose balance, you slipped back onto a flat foot, desperately trying to keep your leg up. You pressed your lips together, determined to get into position again.

“No.” Said Madame Choi, stopping the piano. She took a deep breath, as if resetting. “Again, if you please.”

You nodded quickly and got into position, remembering your arms this time. “And five six seven eight and change legs, yes and now pirouette, pirouette, pirouette.” You wobbled on your toes as you tried to spin. You knew you looked pathetic, but she continued on as the introduction ended.

“Alright and enter enter enter!”

When only Minjee spun on, Madame Choi stopped the music again. Jiwoo had been the one to enter on your left. “Miss Yah, you may take Miss Yangs’s place, do you know this part?”

Hyuen or Miss Yah, stepped forward with a smile. “Of course, Ma'am.” She bobbed a sort of curtsy. For you, Jiwoo’s replacement was a real confirmation of how bad Hyeun was, even though you already knew it.

“Miss (Surname)!” Madame Choi’s voice pierced your thoughts. It sounded as if she’d said your name several times now. You realised that Mister Ghim was already playing the music. You quickly lifted your leg, but of course you were already passed that point. Madame Choi just gave a small sigh and counted. “Six seven and enter enter enter! Yes, good Miss Yah! And everyone on! And yes, pirouette! Bravo! And five six now left left and right, now split. Miss (Surname)! Where are you?”

You glanced around, realising you should have been upstage, leaping and turning down the large split your class formed for you. Crap! You quickly ran there, to keep in time to the music.

“And right step, left step!” Your legs crossed awkwardly, having no idea of what to do. “Assemblé right Assemblé left and right left right now pirouette, pirouette.” You were so lost, watching everyone else do it with such ease.

What was wrong with you? Why were yourlegs getting all mixed up?

“Come on, Miss (Surname)! Downstage!” You leapt forward, thankfully remembering this part, and landed in another wobbly pirouette. “And five six seven eight and combo again!”

The rest of the practice was a mish mash of stops and starts, almost all of them on your part. You were swallowing down a heavy lump in your throat as the clock told you, you had five minutes to go.

“Alright!” Ordered Madame Choi, her voice now a painful, amplified caw to your ears. “Once more from the top!”

You took a deep breath. Just five more minutes, then you could leave, then you could be done with this horrible thing for another day. You lifted your leg in arabesque, praying you didn’t screw up. It was bearable, right until the rest of the class entered and you began the combination. The combination you’d performed a thousand times in the last hour.

You blanked. Your arms went slack. What, what was the next move? You watched everyone else do it in the mirrors, but it was too late. Your leg dropped.

“Miss (Surname)!” The piano stopped abruptly, and Madame Choi finally gave up any tolerance. “Would you please focus!”

You gulped and looked at her. Her dark, almost black eyes stared back at you, her hand on her hip. She stared for a good long time, as if trying to work out whether you were the same person she’d given the solo to. You certainly weren’t sure.

“Class dismissed.” She eventually sighed, turning to collect her clipboard with weariness you’d never seen in her before.

Tears suddenly stung. You knew you’d failed her.

None of your other classes were as bad, but then, you didn’t find any of them as important, particularly this week of the dance review. No one said anything about how terrible your performance was. You missed Jiwoo, you realised now that she’d been your key confidant for the past week.

But, you told yourself, talking wouldn’t solve the problem of your uselessness. That was your fault alone, and now you were going to let down your entire class in front of the entire school. You would prove that they shouldn’t have allowed an inexperienced, too-old amateur into Amour de la Beauté.

To make matters worse, your head kept up a solid stabbing pain for most of your classes. At lunch, you sat down to your chattering group of friends. Kihyun sat next to you, loudly telling everyone a story from conditioning class. You didn’t understand the words he said. All you could think of was how horribly loud his voice was. Everyone laughed, and suddenly it was all pressing into you, crushing your mind. You tried not to groan, and took your unfinished lunch to the counter, urgently needing to escape the noise.

Ballet History was quickly turning into your favourite subject. Master Hwan, whilst unenthusiastic himself, was at least good at keeping the class quiet as he droned on and on from American Ballet. He didn’t even know how to pronounce half the words, and so it was all meaningless. Without Jiwoo to pass notes to, and without any happy thoughts to cling to, you sank down on your desk, your head pressing against the cool surface. This was what you had wanted to do all day. Sleep.

“(Name)!”

“(Name)?”

“Wakey wakey!”

“Huh?” You moaned, your head feeling extremely heavy as you lifted it. You were still at your desk.

Yuna’s face grinned down at you. “Class is over, (Name).”

“You’re so lucky you can fall asleep at desks!” Hyeun exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted to fall asleep in Ballet History!”

You smiled drowsily. “I didn’t mean to.” You stood up, lifting your books off the table.

“We better hurry.” Yuna said. “Or we’re gonna be late.”

“Oooo!” Squealed Hyeun. “I wonder what’s gonna happen!”

“If Madame Zhang is there then I swear I’m going to walk out.” Yuna declared. “What a bitch.”

“Have you gotten any texts from Jiwoo?” You asked her.

“Nope.” She looked down at her books, snuggling them against her chest. “I hope we’ll find out more soon.”

“I wonder if hospital food’s as bad as everyone says it is.” Hyeun mumbled. You gave her a sideway glance.

Everyone was already doing their warm ups when the three of you got to Pas de deux class. Or rather, they were playing around with ballet moves. Jongsoo and Dongwon were teasing Seohyun and Minjee by pretending to be female dancers, whereas Kwangsik was staring idly out at the windows, blind to the laughter going on around him.

Only Eungkwan was warming up. He was practicing ronde de jambes, artfully swinging his leg back and forth with extraordinary control. You could see why he was in the advanced class. But  his face was blank, focussed straight ahead, watching his leg move back and forth. It just didn’t look right.

You took a deep breath and slid to the ground. You hardly dared to put your pointes on. Today, they felt like your enemy. They’d never felt like that before. To be feared and respected, yes, but to be hated? Never.

Rolling your shoulders back, you tried to entice yourself into enthusiasm, then you slipped your shoes on and tied them up, watching yourself carefully wind the ribbons above your ankles. You had to rethink a few times, getting them round the right way.

It was then that the door opened.

All laughing and talking stopped.

Your heart thudded, as your breath caught.

tonight in gotham news, multiple witnesses reported a high traffic of rogues out here on this night of november 16th. strangely enough, all of them seemed to be holding wrapped presents and heading in the same direction. alerted by these witnesses, the GCPD tracked the sightings to the house of jonathan crane, most known by his alias “scarecrow”. he made an appearance to the few rogues who lingered as well as the police, shouting “go away” from a fourth story window and disappearing before giving us the chance to ask for further comment. some of the rogues stayed by for an interview. “it’s his birthday,” edward nygma, aka the riddler, said to our crew with a scoff, “his gift is inside of a puzzle box that i put together myself.” harley quinn was also questioned as she left her present on the doorstep. “he’s just shy and embarrassed. he’ll pick ‘em all up once everybody’s gone, he’s just gotta keep up his image, y'know!”

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house– , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me – the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods–
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house– , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

—  Rainer Maria Rilke, You Who Never Arrived

see i honestly can’t relate to people who like rose or even used to like her because from the very beginning she came off as a condescending and pretentious asshole. like she straight up treats humans like pets/playthings, talks down to and mocks greg, and trapped bismuth in a bubble for wanting to do something logical and GOOD and then goes and does the exact thing she bubbled her for

even before we found out what a piece of shit she was i got ugly vibes from her. she’s manipulative and plays with others’ feelings. we literally saw her do that to pearl, and none of you can convince me she ever had feelings for pearl because of that. she never fucking cared

she’s a hypocrite and a liar who fled from the mess she made. she never cared about humans or even her fellow gems, it was all about earth and breaking off from the diamond rule. she started a war that killed thousands of gems and bubbled the person who suggested the liberation of homeworld gems, when this stupid fucking show has forcefed us a pretty flawless loving image of rose down our throats from the beginning. she can choke

hell, when steven conjures up a fake version of her she takes the chance to emotionally manipulate him and make him forgive her, and that wasn’t even real!

like sorry if i’m being bitter but i seriously #can’trelate to y’alls fawning over her

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1954 Dodge Power Wagon Pick-Up by Greg Gjerdingen
Via Flickr:
Click here for more car pictures at my Flickr site. Or here for my Car Crazy Tumblr site. Back on November 4th, Hemming’s Blog posted an article about the closing of the Walter P. Chrysler Museum . I had missed a couple other opportunities with the WPC Club and others to get into the museum, after it had closed to the public. I did not want to regret missing this last chance to see all of the vehicles before being spread out to other facilities. I trekked from Western Minnesota to Eastern Michigan during Winter Storm Decima. I missed the worst parts of the storm, but still had to endure the aftermath winds, sub zero temperatures and a lake effect snow storm. The trip was difficult, but well worth it. I got to see several Chrysler Corporation concept and show cars that I had only seen pictures of before. There were several clever interactive displays demonstrating various innovations over the years. Since it was the last chance, I duplicated several shots using different camera settings to see what produced better results. I wish I had invested in a strobe light diffuser for all of those indoor pictures. I have not had much experience or success in the past with indoor car images.

Happy anniversary, self! Yay!

(Please excuse my shoddy paint job lol, I didn’t want to… do anything else :p)

April 8th, 2015… I joined Flight Rising. And, I’m still obsessed. As a fun anniversary gift to myself, I’m starting a pinkerlocke today (more details to come! let me know if you’d like to be on the pinglist for that~). But I figured all my lovely followers deserve a chance to celebrate, too! So I’m hosting another giveaway (it’s been a while, hasn’t it?). There are three prizes, listed in the image above! 

As always, some rules, they’re straightforward so please follow ‘em.:)

  • Enter by reblogging with your FR UN and ID #
  • Enter only once; likes, comments and reblogged tags do not count – only reblogged comments will count!
  • There will be 3 winners - first winner gets first prize, etc.
  • I’ll use RNG to determine the winners
  • There’s no need to follow me in order to enter, this is open to every FR user who chooses to enter! However I’m a FR-only side blog, and I always love to follow new FR blogs, too! :)
  • have fun! ♥ thanks everyone and good luck!

This will close on Wed April 12th, 2017 at noon EST (on-site, that’s 09:00 FR time)! This post will be edited once the giveaway is closed. I’ll announce the drawing and winners on Wednesday evening, after my book club meeting. :)

Edit: this giveaway is now closed!! Winners will be drawn tomorrow morning. :)

Guys guys, I just figured out how to extract Sims from images in like less than 5 minutes :o No selection tools, no pen tool! I know I’m late to the party and this is most likely common knowledge at this point, but I’m going to write this down anyway because there’s a 99% chance I’ll forget it.

This is written with Photoshop CS6 in mind, but I’m assuming it’ll work with any graphics editing program that supports alpha channels. The starting point for working on this was @buhudain​‘s tutorial here.

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WE

ARE THE AUTOBOTS

WE’RE MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

AND IF YOU THINK WE AREN’T 

WE’RE ROBOTS IN DISGUISE

anyway, new su has got me all stoked about the sad rock people again, and since everyone liked my other su crossover digibashes so much, i thought i’d do a full combiner 

i also took the chance to fix up my peribot, tweaking her colours and head to match her show colours better (the previous one used a reference image with moody lighting) and changing up how the deco was placed on her combiner plug (since those bits are made of an unpaintable plastic)

“If The Stars Could Speak”

Back with another ^^ Needed some Ignoct in my life ugh <3  Please note that the selected constellation history prompt meanings were deciphered based on my own perception of what each mentioned story meant. I read a hand full of different tellings around each story and came up with my conclusions. Soooo this one is kind of special! I hope you all enjoy!  Art- Pomiko


A clear night sky greeted Ignis as he stood on one of the highest balconies of The Palace. It was a spot he frequented quite often when he needed a bit of mental release from his duties. Even as a child, he found himself wandering up to these heights to stare at not only the city below, but the vast canvas of stars that dotted the skies above.

The Stars.

‘Little lights of mystery’ He thought. Twinkling with all their might and admired by so many. Much like King Regis and the Lucis family whom he held a great deal of respect for. Much like a certain heir to the throne who he fancied more than he cared to admit.

Noctis. 

His name alone lit a small fire in his chest.

Ignis couldn’t exactly remember when he started developing feelings for the prince and for a while he helplessly denied them.

‘For the sake of the prince and my sanity, I couldn’t possibly let something like this come to the light.’ It hurt to hold it in, but the choice wasn’t his. His duty was to protect Noct at all costs, even if it meant emotionally. His job description didn’t include some “silly fixation” and with that it had to remain hidden.

Ignis’s eyes scanned over the sky a few more times before he let out a dismal sigh, his heart involuntarily beginning to ache.

“Specs?”

The familiar voice startled the strategist from his deep thoughts as he craned his neck to see his unexpected guest; making it a priority to mask the bit of excitement he was feeling upon Noct moving to stand beside him.

“Your highness, what are you doing up at this hour? Let alone up here. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Ignis had turned back to face the city skyline as he subliminally fought to hold his composure upon seeing Noct in his disheveled night clothes. Noct simply shrugged as he followed suite now leaning over the railing of the balcony; tussled hair moving gently in the night breeze.

“I couldn’t sleep, Sooo I decided to roam around a bit” Ignis simply nodded and turned his attention up towards the sky once more. Silence fell between the two.

‘I want to tell him’ He thought. ‘I need to’ the words wanting to burst forth from his throat. ‘It could go completely wrong or…completely right’ Ignis shook his head trying to push the urges from his mind.

“You okay there, Iggy?” Noct looked at his friend curiously. He hadn’t noticed until now the soft shade of pink high lighting on Ignis’s cheeks beneath his glass. Ignis stayed quiet at a loss of words before Noct spoke once more.

“Do you remember, Ignis, how you’d take me out to the country side when we were younger and we would look at the stars through your telescope?” Ignis gave a lighthearted chuckle, his soft green eyes still trained on the various little lights above.

“How could I forget? To be honest, I couldn’t tell if you were even the slightest bit interested but I kept taking you. Simply because I knew you enjoyed the time away from the palace. You smiled more back then…” Ignis trailed off a bit stopping himself before he slipped up; his internal demons doing backflips.

“Well…could you remind me of a few things you taught me? I remember you liking those star picture things…?” Noct scratched his head in an attempt to remember the name of the figures only to sigh heavily in defeat. He sucked his teeth “I got nothin’”

Ignis snickered as he glanced at the prince who too was now staring up at the sky.

“Constellations, your highness”

“Yea! Those things” Noct snapped his fingers and pointed upward.

“Tell me about em’, Specs”

With a small smile, Ignis nodded; his attention now back toward the stars above.

“The stars, namely Constellations, tell a story. All the pictures we see were images carved out during various eras in history; namely Greek and Roman times. All of the stories differ; however, it is left up to us to decipher what they could possibly mean.”  

As Ignis went on, Noct could tell he was in his glory. He remembers far back how much his advisor loved anything that had to do with astronomy. Any chance he got; he could find Ignis outside simply gazing up towards the sky; day or night, or buried nose deep in a book. Noct found out about his “secret” place in the palace around the time they were in High School. Noct had gone off to find him one day and found Ignis lying on the ground of the balcony completely lost in the splendor of night sky. Naturally the prince never told him he new of his place but did sneak to watch his friend on occasion.

“That one there-“ Ignis pointed “-is the constellation, Orion. His many retellings mention that of a great hunter. He exuded strength and bravery. His story, in my eyes, teaches us to be strong in our endeavors but also remain smart. It is also one of the more well known star systems” Ignis smiled a bit. Simply speaking of a study he enjoyed had him on cloud nine.

Noctis stared intently up towards the night sky; mentally making note of the 3 stars that made up Orion’s Belt.

Ignis had gone on to speak and show a few more star formations that he personally loved. Giving Noct a vast amount of information gave him hope that he was actually enjoying their time as much as he was. Ignis stopped for a moment before mentioning the next.

“Ahem…that one over there -“ Ignis pointed “-is the constellation, Lyra; Latin for Lyre or Harp. When Orpheus played the Lyre, it brought great ease to its listeners. Now I won’t get too deep into the story as not to bore you, but upon Orpheus’s wife’s passing, he was made to play the Lyre to retrieve her soul from Hades under the condition that he places his trust in him. In the end, his trust wavered and she was lost forever…”

Ignis fell silent again to glance at his friend whom was now looking at him.

“And…what does that story mean to you, Iggy?” Noctis had tilted his head waiting for a response; his crystal blue eyes boring into Ignis’s green ones. Ignis could feel the heat on his cheeks forming once again as he quickly averted his gaze back toward the stars.

“Well…the story teaches one the importance of trust, and determination…” he paused, one hand clenched tight at his side. “And the power of love…” Ignis trailed off; the last word slipping from his lips at no more than a whisper. The presence of Noct next to him felt heavy but Ignis stayed grounded; that is until the feeling of fingers intertwining through his own free hand made his heart leap into his throat.

“Your Highness…?” He peered at the prince over his glasses trying desperately to make sense of this sudden closeness, however, Noct never looked away. ‘Was this a dream?’ Ignis thought. Surely he was back in bed fast asleep and none of this was real; but yet here he stood.

“I like the sound of that, Iggy” Noct’s grip on Ignis’s hand tightened followed by a big grin. But there was something genuine in that smile that made Ignis’s heart speed up into overdrive.

“Let’s do this more often, I’m getting sleepy again” Noct stifled a yawn as he began to walk back towards the balcony entrance pulling an all too gleeful Ignis behind him.

“Yes, your highness…”

Perhaps he wouldn’t have to hide anything after all.