along a long road

Sensing the Gods

Zeus:
Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery

Hera:
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven

Hades:
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken

Hermes:
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road

Demeter:
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk

Aphrodite:
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment

Ares:
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country

Hephaestus:
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak

Apollo:
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue

Artemis:
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods

Athena:
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book

Persephone:
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Taste: pomegranates

Poseidon:
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming

Asclepius:
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Scent: disinfectant
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath

Helios:
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window

Dionysus:
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine

Pure Panic // Jackson Wang

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Drama, slight Angst

Summary; Jackson receives confusing, devastating news that you’ve been severely injured, so he gets on the next flight back to Korea to try and find you.

Reminder; (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

Reminder; (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

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*.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — MUSING TAGS - QUOTE EDITION

i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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SVT- Click a Prince: Intro

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

Series: Click a Prince 

Member: OT13 x Reader 

Status: Complete


“You have to marry.” The words that your nanny had said to you before closing the carriage door reverberated in your ears, plaguing what had been the worst nap you had ever had.

The bumps along the road reminding you how long the different kingdoms had been waiting for this moment, the bethronment between one of the thirteen kingdoms and your own. Before any of you had been born, during the years of treaty, the fourteen kingdoms had decided that on the 100th anniversary of the peace, the oldest princesses would marry one of the chosen princes fromt the other thirteen kingdoms.

It was bullshit, having your destiny decided before you were even born.

The tree branches scratched the carriage, and the greenery seemed like it wanted to invade your personal space. No one had even been down these roads since they had been built, for all you knew you were actually down the road to death. Or worse…sacrifice, but giving up your freedom to some random prince was sacrifice as well, so why not.

The carriage came to a stop and you stole a peek from the curtained windows. Thirteen different carriages circled a fountain that no longer looked in use.  

“Princess.” The coach master opened the door and extended his arm to help you down. You looked at your bags which were no longer tied to the roof of the carriage and instead were laid in front of you.

“These will be taken to your room immediately. The princes are already inside as it is time for lunch; they are waiting for you inside the dining hall.” He bowed and walked to the entrance, pausing only long enough for you to get the idea that you were supposed to follow him.

Once inside you realizing how misleading the gothic styled castle had actually been. It was far larger than it had seemed. Medium sized windows with curtains that reached the ground, but a large ceiling dome window that kept natural light inside took your breath away.

“Four floors high madame, of course you will reside on the third floor until your marriage day. The princes will sleep on the second floor.”

“Ah, very well.” You replied stiffly as the stationed butler bowed and lead you toward two tall wooden doors.

Two maids bowed before opening the doors simultaneously, rushed words coming from inside. The energy that had been inside suddenly disappeared and instead a pregnant silence took hold of the atmosphere.

With your ruffled dress, as best you could, you marched inside heading toward the south end of the table, where the queen normally sat. For years you had seen your mother sit confidently in these chairs and know it was your turn.

Your eyes passed over each of the prince in front of you. None of them had chosen to sit on the future king’s chair and you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit hurt.

“Please sit.” You motioned to chairs. It felt like a business meeting from the way that the one at the far left side nodded at the others. He was dressed his kingdoms colors, gray and black that met together in on his military coat; gray coat, black cuffs, and black buttons that swung a string across each one to tie them together.

“We’ll introduce ourselves from oldest to youngest. I’m Prince Seungcheol.” He bowed then sat down.

“Prince Jeonghan.” The prince with a turquoise and white jacket like Prince Seungcheol said then sat down. You quickly gazed at all of them, noticing that they all wore the same type of jacket but in different colors.

“Prince Jisoo.” The salmon-black, brown haired boy said.

“Prince Jun.” The red and black clad boy bowed.

“Prince Soonyoung.” A purple-black boy smiled cheekily.

“Prince Wonwoo.” The tall midnight blue and black boy bowed slightly.

“Prince Jihoon.” The shortest one said, dressed in lime green and white combination.

“Prince Dokyeom.” A ball of sunset orange, black, and smiles grinned in your direction.

“Prince Mingyu.” A shy puppy-like boy smile adorned the tallest one, who was dressed in  peach and white combination.

A figure dressed purely in black, smiled lightly “Prince Minghao.”

A burgundy-black figure clapped him on the back, “I’m Prince Seungkwan,” he smiled gently and nodded at you.

“Prince Hansol.” The boy dressed in light brown and white smiled shyly but met your eyes anyways.

Only one remained, the youngest.

He was about to introduce himself but Prince Jeonghan interrupted him. “That’s our baby! We call him Dino.” He loudly proclaimed, earning himself a red faced boy.

“I’m Prince Chan.” He smiled awkwardly, rubbing his neck with one hand, and sinking into the plush chair. His baby blue and white jacket clashing with his red face.

You smiled at them as they dug into their food. “We look like a circus with all these colors.” They chuckled agreeing with you.

You eyed the soup in front of you, feeling distressed because of the boys in front of you. How were you supposed to choose.

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Pick your Prince:

Prince  Seungcheol

Prince  Jeonghan

Prince  Jisoo

Prince  Jun

Prince  Soonyoung

Prince  Wonwoo

Prince  Jihoon

Prince  Dokyeom

Prince  Mingyu

Prince  Minghao

Prince  Seungkwan

Prince  Hansol

Prince  Chan 

The Silk Road Spread Sickness?

There is new evidence of something that researchers have long suspected: along with people, goods, and ideas, the Silk Road also transported infectious diseases. Studying preserved poop in a latrine at a Silk Road waystation, which was in use from 111 BCE to 109 CE, researchers discovered four species of parasitic worm. One particularly interesting find is the Chinese liver fluke. It is a parasitic worm which causes diarrhea, jaundice, and liver cancer. It’s life cycle requires time in well-watered, marshy areas. The way station is in the eastern end of the Taklamakan Desert. Therefore Chinese liver fluke could not have been picked up at the way station. In fact, the fluke’s closest habitat today is around 1,500 kilometers from the way station where the fluke was found.

Put together, the evidence suggests the unfortunate infected traveler must have come from quite a distance, carrying the parasite with them. Other infectious diseases might have been carried along the Silk Road in a similar way.

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The Avenue of the Baobabs is a group of baobab trees lining the dirt road between Morondava and Belon'i Tsiribihina in the Menabe region of western Madagascar. The road is one of the most popular and visited places in the country. It’s also the most accessible place to see the Baobab trees in Africa. It’s said to be the most beautiful road in MadagascarThe experience of using this road is very impressive. It’s a row of about 20 - 25 imposing Baobab trees along some 260 m long stretch of the road and in the nearby pastures between Morondava and Belo Tsiribihina. Its striking landscape draws travelers from around the world, making it one of the most visited locations in the region. It has been a center of local conservation efforts, and was granted temporary protected status in July 2007 by the Ministry of Environment, Water and Forests, the first step toward making it Madagascar’s first natural monument.

  • Jaune, walking around a Mistral market, examining fruit: Huh...not bad pri-
  • Jaune, cutting himself off with a dropped jaw, watching long red hair walk along the road behind the stall he's at: I....it can't be...
  • Jaune, puts down the fruit and charges down the market line, keeping pace with the red headed woman, finally cutting over onto the road she was walking along, panting out of breath: Is it...is it really you?
  • Red headed woman, who Jaune realizes is much older than who he hoped it was: Are you okay young man?
  • Jaune, standing up straight, his face saddened: S-sorry...I thought you were someone I know...
  • The older red headed woman's eyes light up, she grabs hold of Jaune's hand: You!! Oh she was certainly right, you're very noticeable! And handsome too, oh so handsome.
  • Jaune, awkwardly looks around: Ummm...who? Who was right?
  • Red headed woman, flustered and takes her hand back: Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I should have introduced myself before. I'm Pyrrha's mother. She told me so much about you in her letters. It was the closest thing to physically seeing her fall in love for the first time.
  • Jaune, frozen in his place, forcing himself to speak, trying not to give away any sense of pain or sadness: O-oh...I'm glad to hear it.
  • The older woman looks at his oddly, then looks around: But why are you here in Mistral? Shouldn't you be in Vale helping with reconstruction?
  • Jaune, at a loss of words: Well, I...you see.
  • Red headed woman, with a smile: Ah, regardless, where's my daughter? Her letters have stopped recently, but now I know it's because she was on the road with you! I haven't seen her in so long, I'll cook you both something wonderful!
  • Jaune, unable to hold back anything, tears now streaming down his face, collapsing to the ground: Oh....oh no...

Fingernails

by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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It’s almost that time again, when the weather gets warmer, and we’re dragged along by our families on mind-numbingly long road trips to places we don’t actually care about. Ah, the joys of summer vacation. Fortunately, for those 8 hour bore-fests, podcasts have your back! My family travels a lot, so I decided to share my favorite podcasts to keep y’all company on the road (ノ・ェ・)ノ

Our Fair City: An insanely vast and detailed show that takes the term “world building”, and shows it it’s maker (which is, of course, the ever benevolent Hart-Life Corporation). Filled with more colorful characters than you can shake a stick at, Our Fair City had a variety of  intertwining stories and beings that will steal your heart, and possibly your science equipment for various nefarious purposes. I’m only on season two, and am still extremely impressed with the effort that went into creating the world of Hart Life, and the many characters that inhabit it. You’ll have more than a few favorites, especially Dr. Herbert West, who manages to capture both the unbridled joy, and sinister dark side, of everything science. If you like classic old-time radio and the apocalypse with a twist, this show is for you.

ars Paradoxica: Time travel is this show’s bitch. No, seriously. Set in an alternate history-afied 1940s, ars Paradoxica handles the often-complicated trope of time travel with grace and creativity, providing several twists you won’t see coming. Starring my newest fictional wife, the utterly adorkable Sally Grissom, the show features some stellar voice acting, and continuity down to the tiniest detail. It actually finds a way to subtly use transitions like an actual TV show, and the sound effects are just killer. Once you start binging it, the story grabs ahold of you and utterly refuses to let go. While the pacing is a bit speedy, the drunk scientists in Vegas plotline is well worth it, and sets ars Paradoxica at a must-listen for any podcast fan.

The Bright Sessions: Before I begin, I just want to say that I wish my therapy sessions had been this exciting. The Bright Sessions is the audio recordings of Dr. Bright, a psychologist who specializes in the atypical. And by atypical, I mean superpowers. For those who like science fiction, but with a more slice-of-life feel, The Bright Sessions is a treat. It features a surprisingly complex antagonist, that pesky corrupt corporation that keeps showing up in podcasts these days, two female characters that I really wish went to my school, and an adorably awkward teenage romance… between two boys. Yep, this show has queer representation, and deals with it like it’s just a normal, everyday thing, which it is. Along with a very soothing atmosphere, when plot bombs aren’t being dropped, of course, The Bright Sessions is a great show for fans who want a unique take on what it means to be out of the norm.

Wolf 359: So, y’know that mood-whiplash podcast that literally everyone has been talking about? Yeah, that’s Wolf 359. Following the audio logs of loveable asshole, Comms Officer Doug Eiffel, the show is bar none, the best fictional podcast out there. No shit. It has everything you could possibly want: cool adventures in space? Check. Found family trope used to perfection? Check. Insanely complex characters and sympathetic villains who really make you question your own morals? Check. An even gender divide and strong female characters written the right way? Check to the max. The show deserves every ounce of praise it gets, and then some. The writing is witty, smart and thought-provoking, the soundtrack is gorgeous, the cast is insanely talented and wonderful and I love them all dearly, and the fandom is the best I’ve ever been in. I am not an emotional person, but this show has made me break down sobbing, and have trouble breathing from laughing so hard. Everything about it is incredible, and I implore you to give it a listen. You really won’t regret it.

Alice Isn’t Dead: Anyone who listens to Welcome to Night Vale has heard of this, and I’m here to tell you that it’s worth the hype. Alice Isn’t Dead follows one woman’s country-wide search for her wife via a truck, and that search gets dark, fast. Jasika Nicole once again does a masterful job of bringing her character to life, the writing is just as profound and weird as you’d expect from Fink, and the whole has a very creepy Americana feel that I like a lot. The story is just beginning to unwind, and whoo boy is it one that has me hooked.

The Black Tapes Podcast/TANIS: I’m grouping these two together, and both are worth your time. The Black Tapes Podcast follows cinnamon roll reporter Alex Reagan, and human ball of awkward darkness Richard Strand, as they unravel the mystery of the Strand Institution’s mysterious black tapes, a collection of unsolved cases involving the paranormal. It’s very creepy, very complicated, and very good. Both characters have secrets, and both are interesting as heck. TANIS is Alex’s producer, Nic Silver’s, quest to to discover what exactly the myth of TANIS actually is. He is joined by “information specialist”, Meerkatnip, who could beat me up and I would thank her. In terms of mystery, they end up getting a lot more than they bargained for, and you will too.

Limetown: Lia Haddock, investigative reporter for APR, is precious and perfect and must be protected at all costs. Unfortunately, she has literally no self-preservation. About 10 years ago, a research town out in the prairie called Limetown, caught the attention of the world when, after a 911 call, became completely void of any people. Now, with survivors contacting her and the mystery unfolding, Lia is doing literally whatever it takes to uncover the truth. The mystery and science fiction genres blend very nicely here, and there are several twists that shocked me. The writing is very gripping and neat, and the various survivors were all a treat to listen to. If you liked Serial, you’ll love Limetown.

Wooden Overcoats: Move over Cabin Pressure, there’s a new British podcast sitcom in town, and it’s great at being great. Wooden Overcoats follows the shenanigans of twins Rudyard and Antigone Funn, and their assistant Georgie Crusoe, as they engage in a pathetically one-sided rivalry with newcomer Eric Chapman over who is the best funeral home on the tiny island of Piffling Vale. Oh, and the mouse is the narrator, and she’s awesome. All the girls are, actually. There’s character development galore, snappy dialogue that had me kneeling over with laughter, a really neat and well-developed setting, and oh yeah, it’s British. Plus, the mayor and the reverend hook up, and it’s sickeningly adorable, and also gay. Everyone is so well written, and I honestly cannot gush enough about how wonderful and funny this show is.

EOS 10: As my friend Keelin once eloquently put it, EOS 10 is like Scrubs in space with conspiracy theories. Also, pretty much no one is completely straight. Following the most unorthodox bunch of medical professionals I have ever witnessed, plus one deposed prince-turned saucier, and a not-actually-terrorist who is thirsty af, the show features the headache-inducingly-insane happenings on EOS 10, an intergalactic travel hub set far in the future. And yet, we still have anti-vaxxers. Sorry, society. On the bright side: found family trope! Canon queer characters! A wonderful and awesome main romance that I ship like fedex! Mature and insightful handling of addiction! Girls who could kick my ass and I would thank them for it! Did I mention that everyone’s a little bit gay! Also, an autistic-coded main character (fucking fight me on this istg) and more conspiracies than Jane has hobbies. Everyone is so likable and well written, the comedy is pitch-perfect, and the world-building is really great. Oh, and the plot kick-starts in the episode where they have to fix an erection that won’t go away. It’s my second favorite podcast out there, and I implore you to give it a listen.

First Date (Bucky x reader)

ayyyeeee so I’m not tired and I feel like writing till I fall asleep so here I go!

PSA: your first date with Bucky. Super fluffy. hehe that rhymed

You heard a knocking at the door of your room in the Avengers tower. Tonight was the night you were going on a date with Bucky. You turned the door handle and there stood your date. He was wearing a dark navy blue suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie around his neck. His long hair was messily pulled back, but it made him look ten times sexier.

When you opened the door, Bucky was at a loss for words. He admired the way your black dress fitted your every curve and made you look more beautiful than he already knew you were.

He tried to collect his thoughts, but just gaped at you and blurted out, “beautiful.”

You blushed at his comment and realized he didn’t make an effort to cover up his metal hand. He usually never liked it to show, feeling self conscious, but maybe something changed in him.

“Ready to go?” Bucky was giving you a charming smile that made you weak.

“Let’s go. Where are you taking me?” You giggled a little and intertwined your fingers with his outstretched hand.

“Why it’s a secret. You’ll just have to find out when we get there.” He gave you a wink and you walked down to the car, hand in hand.

He drove away from the bright city lights and took you to the coast. Throughout the car ride you would catch glances at each other and smile. You liked Bucky, you knew the Winter Soldier wasn’t the real him. It took a while, but you finally got his true self, the one Steve knew, to resurface after all those years of torture and pain. Steve knew you were good for Bucky. He was rooting for you two. Not before long, the car finally came along some gravel road. You found yourselves on the coast at a beautiful winery with only one table. A table that was meant for you and your date.

Bucky opened your door and took your hand to help you out. You were wearing heels. Good lord. How were you supposed to walk through all this gravel?

You took one step and you sank, almost face planting into the ground if Bucky wasn’t there to grab your arm.

“Uhh.. hehe.” You smiled shyly and tried to regain some composure.

You thought to yourself, “just 500 more feet of this. Fuck.”

Bucky saw that you were struggling so he chuckled a little bit before kissing you on the head and picking you up bridal style. “You looked like you needed some help there, love.”

“Thank you for noticing. If I tried getting across this gravel I don’t think I would make it to the door.” You weren’t awkward with each other. Both of you felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you two had known each other for lifetimes when it was only a couple months. Everyone noticed that you two had feelings for each other, they were all just waiting for one of you to make the first move.

You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he easily carried you to the open courtyard. “What do you think? Did I pick an alright place? I hope it’s okay..” He looked a little worried at you, he wanted to make you as happy as possible.

“Bucky.. it’s beautiful. It’s.. it’s perfect.” You looked at him and smiled, his eyes communicating with yours that words couldn’t.

He gave you a goofy grin, overjoyed that you liked the restaurant. Dinner went on wonderfully. You tried wines; you both laughed at each other when the one of you didn’t like one. Bucky found out that he was not a Chardonnay type of guy and almost choked on it. You burst out laughing as he gave you a glare for laughing, as he tried to remain stoic and not laugh with you. He thought you had the most intriguing laugh that was always paired with you captivating smile. It was a wonderful night filled with laughter and affection.

After dinner, you two decided to take a walk on the beach. You both took of your shoes, and walked along the shore. He intertwined his hand with yours again, and you playfully swung your arms back and forth. Bucky laughed at your little childish act and stopped in his tracks. You kept walking until you realized that he wasn’t standing next to you.

“What?” You smiled at him, bubbly from the alcohol.

Bucky looked at you with soft eyes, a small smile traced across his face. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.” He walked towards you and wrapped his hands around your waist, the coolness of his metal hand seeping through your dress. You didn’t mind it, yet goosebumps trailed across your arms. Bucky noticed and began to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

“it’s okay, I don’t mind.” You looked up into his eyes, them moved your gaze to his full lips. He did the same. You moved your hands from his warm chest to wrap around his neck and pulled him down to you. Your lips softly touched his and he poured himself into the kiss. He pulled away slightly, leaving a tingling sensation on your lips. A smirk drew across his face before colliding with you again. His hands on your waist drew up your spine, sending a shiver throughout your body. This time you pulled away, and looked deeply into his eyes like there was an answer to a question you’d been asking.

He pulled you into his chest and kissed you head. The warmth of his body enveloped you, it felt like home. He smelled of cologne, cotton, with a hint of alcohol. You took it all in, the smell imprinting into your mind.

With a chuckle and his super soldier strength, he threw you over his shoulder and walked into the water. You laughed and thrashed around in his arms, not wanting to get soaking wet. He gently put you down in about shin deep water and you kicked water up at him. He gaped at your action and terrified that he was going to throw you in the water your started running away from him. The water made it harder to run, and Bucky caught up to you. He grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you up. You both burst into a fit of laughter and he carried you back to the shore.

For a long time you stood there on the beach with Bucky, going between kissing, laughing, and the quiet moments where he just held you close to him. With you, all of the fears of his past faded away. He wanted you in his life, and he wanted to make you happy.

When you both realized how late it was getting, Bucky picked you up bridal style while holding your heels so all you had to do was hang on. The bottom of his pants and the hem of your dress were both wet and sand covered. Neither of you cared, both of you were just in pure bliss because of the night.

He drove back to the tower, the ride back was silent. No words were needed. He rested his hand on your thigh and you traced patterns on his forearm the whole ride home.

When you arrived back at the tower, Bucky walked you back to your room. The tower was silent, everyone else seemed to be fast asleep.

“Well, this is me,” you said, pointing to your door. “Thank you for the wonderful night Bucky. I hope we can do this again.” You smiled and took his hand in yours. He pulled you into him and placed his hand on your hips.

“I do too. F/N, i hope we can be something more. I really like you, and I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you. You make me feel whole again. We can take this one step at a time. Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you. I care about you F/N.”

He pulled a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Bucky, I- I really like you too. I want to be something more with you. You make me so happy; happier than anyone else could ever make me.” He cupped your face with his hand and kissed you passionately before you could say anything else. Your arms that were around his neck messed up his neat hair as you ran your fingers through it. He pulled away, kissed you on the temple, and hugged you for what felt like forever. It was the kinda of feeling where you didn’t want it to stop. He let you go, and you put your hand on the door knob.

He kissed you on the head, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “Goodnight, my love.” He flashed you a smile before walking down the hall, disappearing around the corner. You laughed at the little trail of sand he left behind him.

“Goodnight Bucky,” you whispered in the air, even though there was nobody that could hear you. You opened your door and went inside, closing it behind you. You slept good that night, dreaming of Bucky and the future you two could have together.

After Bucky dropped you off at your room, and you went inside, the rest of the team peered around the corner that led to your hallway. They were like teenagers, high fiving and giggling at what they saw. They spied on you the whole night, glad with the outcome.

“Barton, you owe me a training session where I get to kick your ass.” Natasha snickered and Clint groaned. They were betting on whether Bucky would confess his feeling to you, Natasha winning the bet with a yes. Steve dispersed everyone back to their rooms, trying to make sure that their little operation would remain unknown.

Everyone in the tower slept good that night, knowing that you and Bucky were getting together.

Drifting off to sleep, Bucky was rid of his nightmares that night. Instead, you were the one filling in his dreams. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing you were finally apart of his life.

The Long Road

The path to being an exceptional writer is long. The road is marked with goatheads and brambles, and other times there are small stretches of gold bricks. The long road is not necessarily measured in time, but it can be. It can be time. It can be effort. It can be in written words.

But in the end, it’s a long road.

Lately I’ve been thinking of that long road. It’s difficult to move from a beginning writer to a good writer, but the work is even greater and harder to move from a good writer to an exceptional one. It can take blood, sweat, tears, and more than that.

I do a lot of editing, and in the process, I find myself reflecting on the magnitude of such a feat… . so many writers who have worked hard to get where they are, and they still have a long way to go. I’ve edited manuscripts from military professionals, people who work for NASA, university professors, and employees in Hollywood, and do you want to know a secret?

We all start at the beginning.

Even those who may have a natural talent have to work their butts off to refine, control, and shape that talent. But after five years of working in this industry, I’m not really sure how much I believe in “natural talent” anymore. There is ambition and there is effort.

When you start taking writing seriously and start getting feedback from others, it’s often done in a critique group or a workshop. In college, everyone took what they wrote and brought it to class and the rest of the time was spent critiquing the work. In such a setting, the leader, or usually in my case the teacher, emphasized the need to divorce the story from the person who wrote it. We are critiquing the story, not the writer. This has several benefits. It encourages us to look at the story objectively. It makes the negative criticism easier to bear–it’s nothing personal, it’s just the story we’re talking about. It forces the writer to consider how their writing may be received from people who don’t know them.

But there is at least one potential negative side effect: we focus on the story getting better, instead of the writer getting better.

Focusing on you, the writer, getting better does amazing things. A good story doesn’t “just happen”–it’s intentional. You consistently become a powerful writer when you know what you are doing, and you can see what to edit.

In some critique circles I’ve seen, people write the story and expect everyone else to tell them what’s wrong with it and how to fix it. But the better you become as a writer, the better your stories will be.

Some stories can only get so great, without having to do such a big re-haul that it’s really a new story. But writers don’t have a cap. They can always get better. Maybe the question isn’t just “How do I make this book better?” but also, “How do I become a better writer?”

Changing your focus also takes some of the pressure off the story. It’s a stepping stone for you to become better. It’s working for you. You aren’t working for it.

A good story is a good story. But a good writer can write hundreds of good stories and can do it consistently. Once one story is completed, she can move onto the next.

There are perks along the long road. There are kind words, successes, moments where the planets seem to align, and there is good news, but unless you focus and learn to enjoy your own personal journey and growth–not just the story’s–you’ll cap out, voluntarily but unknowingly.

So be patient. It’s a long road. Learn to love the journey. Have ambition. Exercise effort. As I’ve said before, the trick is not to quit.

Manors (Manners) - Clexa AU 

“The remainder of the drive to the farm was long and winding with a few turns along the way, the road going from mostly smooth and flat dirt to completely rough and bumpy with rocks, then back in an instant. Not much, if any, conversation came from either of them as Lexa drove the truck along the different roads, perhaps a few glances back and forth but nothing else; not even when the white manor of Griffin Farm finally came into view.”

taekook rec: december 2016

fever chills by cleo_withoutthepatra

“Taehyung looks down at the thermometer and feels his blood run cold and there it is - the moment you realize you’ve let things go on how they are for too long and now it’s too late.”

or, alternatively: the one where jungkook works himself straight into sickness (per usual), only this time is different and taehyung doesn’t know what to do

taehyung’s currency by TaeAndKookies

The five times they kiss and the one time it means something.

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Back to Earth

Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve felt inspiration to write this ship, but since seeing that spoiler about Mark, Scarlett, and Hemsworth filming together I couldn’t resist. So this is basically how I would like to see a potential Brucenat reunion in one of the upcoming films. Please enjoy :D

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Bruce/Natasha, 1211 words

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“Are you ready to return home Dr. Banner?” Thor asked.

Bruce sucked in a deep breath. It was a lot to process, his time away was still mostly a blur and so much had happened since he’d last been on earth. It was a lot, but he couldn’t deny it would would been nice to be home.

He stood up straighter and looked over at Thor. “I’m ready.“

Thor smiled wide and nodded at Heimdal. “Earth awaits us my friend,” he exclaimed.

“Where ex-” before Bruce could get another word out they were engulfed in a bright, multicolor light. He closed his eyes against the blinding light and tried to breath through the tightening in his chest.

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Another Storm over the Orange Ocean

So… This is not the first time Shinhwa Changjo (Shinchang) is having a fight with Shinhwa. I wrote a post regarding Dongwan’s drunken rant not long ago, but the way I see it now, some of the fights are not Shinchang vs Shinhwa; it’s actually Shinchang vs Shinhwa Company (Shincom). Yes, the way I see it, it is actually fans vs agency, like it usually is in the Kpop industry. It’s rarely fans vs artists. It’s just that in this case, the artists happen to be in the management of the agency. Hence, the complication.

And to avoid further complications, I’d just like to first clarify [read: disclaim] that I honestly don’t know first hand about what’s really been happening in the orange fandom, let alone in Shincom. Being a far away, foreign fan who barely knows any Korean has often left me in the dark and made me feel insignificant and left out; but that actually comes with the advantage of being able to retain 2 positions: as a Shinhwa Changjo and as an outside observer (plus, ignorance is bliss, and what you don’t know won’t hurt you. ^_^). So this entire thing you’re reading is basically my personal reflection both as a Shinhwa Changjo and as a general observer, so you might find the point of views to be both biased and objective. What I write in here is purely my own opinion and not representing anyone else’s, especially Shinhwa Changjo in general, as I can see that there are disagreements among us, which I think is something normal, natural, and healthy. Having said that, I would still be using ‘Shinhwa Changjo/Shinchang/orange fandom/us/we/our’ for the purpose of smoothing the flow of my writing and without the intention to make any generalization.

So my take upon the situation is that Shinchangs in general are basically happy that Eric, as a Shinhwa member, even as the leader of the group, is getting married. Based on my limited observation so far, many, if not most or all, non-Korean Shinchangs are totally in support of the marriage. Meanwhile, I heard (that’s right, I’ve never actually seen any authentic statement by any Korean Shinchangs) some K-Shinchangs are against it. On the other hand, it seems that the majority of K-Shinchangs are supportive of the marriage, yet anxious and worried about the future of Shinhwa after the members are married. Some seem to be frustrated with how Shincom is managing, handling, and communicating things; and 'things’ here means everything Shinhwa-related, not just regarding Eric’s nuptial news. Thus, I believe that the general sentiment for Eric’s personal life advancements and pursuit of happiness in the form of marriage is still quite positive.

However, I personally think that the timing for both the marriage and the negative feedback could have been better. And by this, I mean 2 things:

1. I personally do prefer him to get married after the 20th anniversary, and August 1st 2018 would also make a pretty date; but that’s just my own emotion-based personal preference, and even as a fan, I have no right to say anything regarding my idol’s private life. I heard Eric has personally explained his reasons directly to Shinchangs through his official post in the fandom’s fan cafe, but I really think that was unnecessary. He doesn’t have to explain himself. He doesn’t owe it to anyone to explain his personal decisions regarding his personal life; not even to Shinchang. Even his parents are giving their blessings, who are we to object to it?!?

2. The seemingly negative feedback on Eric’s wedding announcement is just the tip of the iceberg. The orange fandom seems to have been frustrated and anxious with Shincom’s management style for quite sometime, and that nuptial announcement was just the trigger that set off the anxiety time-bomb. I just wish that the negative feedback could have been held back until after the wedding; but then again, the more invested your feelings are, the stronger your reaction would be; and it is perfectly human to be heartbroken and upset. That being said, acceptance and denial are what differentiate us from being reasonable or delusional fans; and in any case, mean words are simply unnecessary and unacceptable.

Unfortunately, like I’ve mentioned above, the fact that Eric is the CEO of Shincom makes things complicated. Both Eric and Shinchangs ought to know that they love each other. I have written about how Shinhwa-Shinchang relationship is just like a family. The check and balance really work in this relationship as Shinchangs, Shincom, and Shinhwa members (especially Dongwan) often remind and reprimand each other whenever something is not right. (Hmmm… Come to think of it, I’ve just realized that my ultimate OTP is actually Shinhwa-Shinchang! LOL!)

I do love both Shinhwa and Shinchang very much. Whenever there’s a storm over the orange ocean, it always makes me upset, yet warm inside. The only thing that often makes me uncomfortable is how 'outsiders’ would generalize and perceive the orange fandom as being old but immature and rude. Well, we do have to admit that there are some of us who are immature and disrespectful, like the ones who had enabled the sharing of Eric’s message in an online article when he had specifically requested that the message not be shared outside of the fan cafe (although I am grateful to see positive and supportive comments for Eric from the readers of the article).

As old as the orange fandom is, this is our first time experiencing a Shinhwa member’s marriage. Eric, who apparently knows his fans (and the general Kpop industry) very well, seems to have realized this. Being the leader and protector of Shinhwa, he has expected and been ready to take the strongest, hardest, most painful 1st blow. I, and perhaps Eric too, expect that the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th blow that would come along with the other 5 members’ marriages would not be as strong if not completely diminish. (And I sure hope that all 6 of them would eventually be married *glances at Dongwan… Hyesung too* LOL!)

Writing this reflection has brought me to a new, rather unsettling realization. I have just now fully realized how much power fans have and how much Shinhwa and Shincom depend on Shinchang, especially K-Shinchang. Indeed, one of the keys to Shinhwa’s longevity is the undying support from Shinchang. A fandom consists of both the idols and the fans, and without one or the other, the fandom would cease to exist. Shinhwa members have already dedicated 20 years of their lives and have made a promise to themselves, to each other and to Shinchang to continue walking along the same road for as long as time allows them to; but they can only do so when Shinchang are walking with them, by their side until the end. This ship can only sail when the take and give from both sides are keeping it balanced. Sadly, the idols often have fewer choices in making personal sacrifices compared to the fans. As individuals, fans can, and often, leave the fandom anytime they feel like it. They can get married anytime they want to, and without having to inform their idols (d'uh! LOL!). Unfortunately for the idols, they would never have such choices without the risk of sinking the ship.

I guess all I’m wishing for is that Shinchangs, especially K-Shinchangs, would stay with Shinhwa and keep walking with them till the end, because an insignificant non-Korean fan like me definitely cannot balance the ship all on my own. T____T I once tweeted that I joined the orange fandom because of Shinhwa and stay in the orange fandom because of Shinchang. Now I’ve come to realize that Shinhwa members, especially Eric, may feel the same, and probably even stronger than I do. What if the only thing that keeps them going is us, their fans, their precious orange princesses/frying pans/bears? And no, I’m not talking about the money we spend on them, as if Oppas don’t have or can’t have other sources or means of income; I’m talking about appreciation, love, gratitude, and loyalty. Seriously, do we really have the heart to take that away from them? From Eric? They could have easily let themselves slowly drifted apart to disbandment during the 4-year hiatus, but they didn’t. They came back for us. And I wouldn’t even have been born as a Shinchang if they didn’t return; but they did, and here I am.

Anyway, as after every storm, all of us can learn something. No matter how old a fandom is, there’s always something new to learn and some room to grow. After this, the Shinchangs who stay are the ones who are already mature or would definitely grow to be more mature. So I still have an unwavering faith in Shinhwa, and one can not do so without having the same unwavering faith in Shinchang. For 19 years, Shinhwa and Shinchang have been growing, learning, and weathering many a storm together, and this is just one of the many more (at least 5 more) to come. Shinhwa and Shinchang are family. We fight all the time, which gets us talking, and eventually be honest with each other and ourselves, as well as see and acknowledge the truth, no matter how ugly and painful it is. But in the end, we always resolve our differences, as we could see each other’s points. So after all the drama, we’d be able to move on again as one, for Shinchang exists only because of Shinhwa, and Shinhwa won’t last without Shinchang.

Having said that, I really think that we sometimes take fangirling (and fanboying) too seriously, which Dongwan had apparently observed and keeps reminding us about it. No matter how much we love our idols, we should never invest too much feelings, time, energy, and money in them (although the last bit is very difficult with Shinhwa, as we know that they need the money and their products are always so expensive yet very tempting! =_=’).

Well, speaking of “Shinhwa is not responsible for your life”, I really need to stop writing and get back to dealing with my own shits. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you didn’t, thanks for your time anyway. ^_^