Great! I’m glad you want to reach out and start a conversation with the many creative, giving people who take time out of their busy lives to pen the stories that have captured your imagination. This post is going to cover leaving reviews, giving constructive criticism, and a few do’s and don’t’s.
If you like a fic, leave a review! You can do this a couple different ways.
Reblogging with tags. Every single creative person I know, be they writer or artist or musician, religiously stalks the tags when people reblog their work. Tags are an amazing way to communicate with a creative, especially if you’re shy about sending them a message directly or are afraid your comment will go unnoticed in their inbox.
Don’t know what to say in the tags? Think about the moment you decided you were going to reblog this piece instead of just hitting the “Like” button. Was it a particularly well done piece of dialogue? A description that made you feel like you were a part of the story instead of just reading it? A scenario you’d never considered before but changed the way you thought about [character a, situation b, or fandom c]? There’s a reason you’re taking time to reblog instead of like, so let them know why! Not every reblog needs to be a tag flail.
Alternatively, you can send the author a message. Fanmail if you’re shy and don’t want your adoration made public. Sometimes, if I don’t have time to tag a fic the way I want for whatever reason, I’ll like the piece and then shoot the author a fanmail or an ask telling them what I liked. This is also acceptable. Who doesn’t like getting mail? Crazy people who don’t use social media, that’s who.
Ok, but wait. What if you DON’T like what the author has done with their fic? What then? Yes, there are options.
Option #1: You ignore the fic. You neither like nor reblog the story. You and the author both move on with your lives. You may choose this option at any time. It is not necessary to let the author or anyone else know you have chosen this option.
Option #2: Ask the author why they chose to go that route. Politely. We’ll go over what that means later.
Option #3: Give constructive criticism. Now. Be careful with this one. Creatives are sensitive people. Make sure the author is open to it before you go barrelling into their ask box. If you message me, even on anon, saying, “Hey, I just read your latest fic and I have some concrit I wanted to run by you. Is that ok?” that is perfectly fine. If my answer is yes, go for it. If not, see Option #1.
What is concrit? Glad you asked.
This is concrit: “I totally get the vibe you were going for with that scene, but I was a little confused about the angles of the body parts. I don’t think you meant for them to be doing xyz there. It just took me out of the moment a little.”
This is NOT concrit: “You’re actually not very good at writing smut. You should probably just let [other person] write it and stick to what you’re good at. Which is not smut.”
What’s the difference? In the first one, you acknowledge what you think the author was going for. You explain what has you confused. You explain how you interpreted it. And then you leave a way for the author to contact you to respond to the concrit. You could be right. Maybe the author’s beta was having an off day and missed that awkward elbow maneuver. Maybe they don’t have a beta. Or maybe it’s you that’s missed something. The second example is rude. This criticism is not designed to help the author. It is designed to tear them down and discourage them.
Some people adore concrit. Some people only want it before they publish a piece. Some don’t want it at all. None of these are wrong.
SIDE NOTE FOR AUTHORS: If you ask for concrit, do not be upset, offended, or throw a tantrum when someone sends you a respectful message. You did not want concrit. You wanted to ask for concrit and revel when no one sent you anything. Those are not the same things. Concrit, when given correctly, is designed to make you, the author, a better writer.
Ok, let’s go back to Option #2 now. Where you liked the piece overall, but the characters are acting a little wonky. Something’s not quite right, you think. You don’t really have any concrit, but you want to say something. Here’s what you can do, especially if the author is posting a work in progress.
Acceptable: “Hey! I just read the latest chapter of [amazing story you’ve been following since day one]. I’m enjoying the story so far, but this last one has me a little confused. Why did [character a] do [this]? I feel they would have done [that]. Am I missing something?”
Not acceptable: “Your latest chapter was a big disappointment. I feel like you just don’t know the characters anymore. There’s no way in hell [characters a and b] would be [doing xyz]. I’m sorry, I’m unfollowing you.”
In the first example, you let the author know you like their work. You are making an attempt to understand their vision. You give them a specific example of what’s bothering you. You acknowledge that there may be things coming that you aren’t aware of yet. In the second, you’re an asshat who is wasting bandwidth. The tone has shifted from commenting on the story to commenting on the author.
And here are a few general DO’s and DON’T’S:
DO tell an author you are excited to read the next chapter.
DON’T send an author a message saying only “update soon” less than five minutes after the new chapter was posted.
DO speculate on what’s going to happen next.
DON’T tell the author how to write their story.
DO ask your author how the writing process is going.
DON’T ask your author why they haven’t updated yet.
DO send your author love.
DON’T send your author anon hate.
THERE ARE NO PROFESSIONAL FANFICTION AUTHORS.(We’re not gonna talk about she-who-must-not-be-named of the fifty shade variety). Every single fic author has a job, family, friends, school, religion, other hobbies, or sleep equally vying for their attention. Respect their time, respect their work, respect them as human beings, and we’ll all get along fine.
I’m proud of who I am, no more monsters, I can breathe again. And you said that I was done. Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come. 'Cause I can make it on my own, and I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known. I’ve been thrown out, I’ve been burned. When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name.
‘ the world is a little happier with you in it. ’ ‘ i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me. ’ ‘ i’m done apologizing for who i am. ’ ‘ i am stronger now and i will not say sorry. ’ ‘ let this moment be your starting point. let this moment be the one when it all began. ’ ‘ if you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. ’ ‘ it’s never too late to rebuild yourself. ’ ‘ healing takes time, but it will come. ’ ‘ your warmth and kindness is more beautiful than you know. ’ ‘ your feelings are valid. ’ ‘ your opinons are valid. ’ ‘ your happiest moment is still yet to come. ’ ‘ turn off the light and close your eyes. it can wait until tomorrow. ’ ‘ self love is a daily commitment. ’ ‘ don’t let those thoughts that are telling you can’t keep you from trying at all. ’ ‘ not today. i won’t let it defeat me. ’ ‘ stop punishing yourself. please. you don’t deserve it. ’ ‘ breathe. ’ ‘ you don’t deserve that! demand better! ’ ‘ i hope you find what your soul really needs. ’ ‘ i hope you find the happiness you yearn for. ’ ‘ there is a point where you have to let go of the anger. ’ ‘ even if your voice was shaky and you stuttered on your words, you still spoke up and i am so proud you did. ’ ‘ there’s something incredible about you and i can’t quite tell what it is. maybe that’s the magic in it. ’ ‘ i know you want more and your heart is driven like that, but don’t take on too much. ’ ‘ people aren’t always going to do and say what you want them to and that’s okay. ’ ‘ you are a living, breathing masterpiece. ’ ‘ some might not understand your beauty, but you are art nonetheless. ’ ‘ quiet down those thoughts. it’s not worth it tonight. ’ ‘ try to have gentle thoughts. ’ ‘ your intrusive thoughts are just thoughts and nothing more than that. ’ ‘ i love you… i always have. ’ ‘ i tell myself i don’t care, but i care too much. ’ ‘ maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency. ’ ‘ concept: we’re both in our softest pajamas, your arms around me and our legs are intertwined. you kiss the back of my neck and tell me you won’t ever let me go. ’ ‘ look close enough and you’ll find how much i adore you in every subconscious thing i do. ’ ‘ there are countless parts of you i’ve yet to meet, yet to memorize. nevertheless, i’ll keep wanting to get to know you even when i know everything. ’ ‘ you make me feel loved in my unlovable moments and beautiful even in my ugliest ones. ’ ‘ oh darling, how deeply you’ve become a part of me. i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone. ’ ‘ i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone. ’ ‘ thank you for never making me inadequate or dumb or inferior. ’ ‘ your constant love and respect has given me incredible strength and confidence. ’ ‘ thank you for seeing all the good in me. ’ ‘ every night i image you beside me. ’ ‘ it breaks my heart that you can’t fall asleep with me in the same room or the same city, but i always remember that even an imagined silhouette of you is better than nothing at all. ’ ‘ the spaces between your fingers are where mine fit perfectly. ’ ‘ by some miracle, the universe created you. of all the infinite combinations of atoms, somehow that infinity filtered down to form you. ’ ‘ what people think of you is not equivalent to who you are. ’ ‘ the moment i let myself believe i was going to be okay was the moment i finally was. ’ ‘ protecting your own happiness ins’t selfish. ’ ‘ you deserve every ounce of happiness. ’ ‘ a week, a month, a year without you is nothing compared to the lifetime we’ll spend together. ’ ‘ tomorrow is a new day. and a new day after that. it’s never too late to start over. ’ ‘ i finally realize that i no longer need your approval and i never really did. ’ ‘ maybe i will be okay in the end. ’ ‘ maybe i will find all that i’m searching for. ’ ‘ maybe i will figure out all that i am. ’ ‘ whatever. whatever. whatever. let is pass right by you. ’ ‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’ ‘ you are only presented with obstacles you are strong enough to conquer. ’ ‘ it’s been long enough. it’s time to forgive yourself. ’ ‘ your bad days don’t make your good days any less good. ’ ‘ even in your darkest times, the sun still rises. ’ ‘ your existence wasn’t a mistaken accident, it was a creation from almost nothing to something incredible – a miracle even. ’ ‘ your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you. ’ ‘ ever since our storylines intertwined, i haven’t stopped smiling. you are the best plot twist. ’ ‘ your thoughts are something that deserve to be heard. ’ ‘ sometimes it’s not meant to be, but that doesn’t mean there’s no value in it happening. ’ ‘ your greatest love story is the one you have with yourself. ’ ‘ i have the right to be happy and i will not let you or anyone else take that from me. ’ ‘ your existence alone has altered the world. you are more important than you know. ’ ‘ thank you for letting me forget all the bad, even just for a second. ’ ‘ you were built for whatever is thrown your way. you are ready. ’ ‘ no matter what your mind is telling you, please know that you are enough. ’ ‘ what i can’t fathom is how we can be so close yet so far away. ’ ‘ you are not a bad person for having bad thoughts. forgive yourself. ’ ‘ you are growing from this. ’ ‘ you will heal in time. ’ ‘ your strength and kindness is more beautiful than you know. ’ ‘ i’m just trying to be happy and stop thinking about what other people think. ’ ‘ i want to be someone who sees magic in ordinary things. ’ ‘ be extra. enjoy things and show it. stop apologizing for it. ’ ‘ why do you keep trying to impress people who don’t matter? ’ ‘ let go of the hate. let go of the anger. let go of the resentment. just let it go because it’s holding you back. ’ ‘ you’re really cute and you make me really happy. ’ ‘ show me your genuine care. ’ ‘ why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe. ’ ‘ people annoy me too easily. i need to cut that shit out. i’m not cool enough to be trying to pull that. ’ ‘ underestimate me and give me the ability to prove you wrong. ’ ‘ you don’t have to have everything figured out. ’ ‘ you’re not a bad person for being angry. ’ ‘ forever is an adventure with you. ’ ‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’ ‘ you’re my favorite reason to stay awake. ’
This is a rather sad time for many Kpop fans. After all, recently a lot of Kpop idols found themselves harmed, many physically. However, there are also those who are suffering from a much deeper wound, one that can’t heal with the use of cream and simple rest. One of those suffers is none other than Bang Yongguk, the leader of BAP.
Bang Yongguk has been diagnosed with panic disorder and allegedly suffers from depression. Infact, the allegedly has been suffering from depression for quite some time now.
Ironic isn’t it…. how in so many gifs he looks so happy when in reality there are so many demons plaguing his mind on a daily basis.
The pressure of being a leader…
Of being a producer/ writer…
knowing that your songs have all the power to make or break it…
Knowing that your songs put to risk the careers of 5 other individuals as well as the whole company.
Of being a good son
All there pressures and probably more than what we know of have been piling up in Yongguk;s head, cementing their place in it, all while his mental health issues were most probably ignore. After all, is the company did not properly pay them, I doubt that they would allow Yongguk to take a breath until he broke, which he did.
Interesting how we could always see a darker side to Yongguk, yet nothing seemed to be done about it until now.
The above is a quote from his solo song AM 4:44 released in 2015. Worrying right? Well, it wasn’t worrying enough for some people who seemed to just say shrug it off and go on!
He ‘wants to leave’… the implication of where he wants too leave to though was always quite a horrible thought.
Yet, despite all of his troubles, despite being as broken as he is, he never failed to give a helping hand. He did not just suffer, but did and still does, in silence, keeping up a mask, just so that he can hopefully help others.
And although I am forever grateful to his kindness and thoughtfulness, I truly hope he knows that it is okay to be selfish.
That its okay to put your health in front of others.
That its okay to suffer with our keeping a face.
Bang Yongguk is not perfect. He is just as flawed, as fragile as any of us are.
The difference here, is that Bang Yongguk is pressured by society and by his work to always act fine so that his work does not take a hit. He is someone who lives in the public eye and can get criticised for absolute anything.
But I’m happy that he is finally getting help.
I really hope that the help he gets is proper.
I truly hope that after his battle, he does not end up as a stigmatised member of society.
I truly hope that he truly has people who will always support him, whether it is his parents, members, twin or any other person.
Please Bang Yongguk, get better.
Please don’t rush.
Please take all the time you need.
I’m sure that BABY’s would much rather prefer to see a comeback with all 6 healthy, than if one to more of the members suffering and breaking because of our human greed.
Real BABYs waited before and we can certainly wait more.
Real BABYs will wait for as long as needed, because health is what matters. Not a comeback, not an epic MV but for all to be as healthy as possible.
Real BABYs will love you and support you. We promise.
Because Bang Yongguk is for many:
a reason to go forward, despite what our own little ‘haters’ say…
someone who gives us courage during bad days…
We don’t need you pat on the back to feel better Yongguk… No, we need you to embrace the journey of recovery not for us but for you. We need you to get better. To start healing.
I decided to draw their actual fight for this one, cause it was epic and I haven’t drawn any scenes from it yet!
Super pumped to be doing this! Actually, a huge cm I’ve been working on for who knows how long is a Sasosaku cm, so I will definitely be posting it this month, probably next week! It is probably the most detailed cm I’ve ever done! This week will help me get into that Sasosaku mood ;)
So happy aprito sent me a link! I will be doing all of these!! And in December, I am doing hidakona month!
bc it’ll be fun to see how much i can add after i do see the movie in full
*in no particular order*
lefou’s little wink to gaston while singing the lines “you can ask any tom, dick, or stanley / and they’ll tell you whose team they prefer to be on” and basically implying that gaston can turn all the straight men gay
gaston being the one to put his arms around lefou!!! like, “too much” my ass, gaston, you initiated the cuddling!!!
gaston shooting a fUCKING HOLE IN THE CEILING OF THE TAVERN
also “i’m not done with you yet” “neither am i” aka lefou being cute n gay
gaston not knowing what “je ne se quois” means when he lives in france
beast’s little smile after he threw the snowball that knocked belle over, like, who allowed for this so-called monster to be so darn cute!!!
belle automatically assuming every inanimate object in the castle is alive and promptly asking a hairbrush for its name
Summary: Your cousin Minseok always holds the best parties - crazy Jongdae is there, bartender Yixing and of course, matchmaker Baekhyun who’s always trying to set you up. Maybe this time, he’s actually got it right. Scenario: halloween!au, fluff Word Count: 4,895
Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?
Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory.
It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair.
He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep.
He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.
When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother.
“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood.
“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out.
“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did.
“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?”
“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,”
“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would.
“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in.
“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this.
“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck.
“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone.
“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could.
“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.”
“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood.
“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.”
“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway.
“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out.
“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.
“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.”
“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be.
Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him.
“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs.
“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation.
“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him.
“Love you too, mum.”
“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks.
“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.”
“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments.
“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin.
“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder.
“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt.
“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy.
“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all.
“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to.
“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him.
“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach?
“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually.
“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage.
“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.”
“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip.
“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees.
“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you.
“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment.
“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you.
“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you.
You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his.
He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this.
You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss.
“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely.
“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair.
“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room.
“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face.
my first butch girlfriend loved to grind on top of me, her pelvic bone eagerly bruising the soft cushion of my mons while the teaches of peaches grinded along with her, dirty and raw on my rattly old boombox. fuck the pain away, and we did, over and over in that dingy flat above the pizzeria, on the bed I tried to make inviting by threading fairy lights over the headboard.
on tangled sheets we lay like that while late afternoon sun slipped in through the slats, she grinding and groaning against me while I held her close and measured the tension in her body beneath my palms. she was delicious and strong, her nakedness kissing mine as she worked her way to orgasm against my thigh. I would grip her ass tight in my hands, tasting the sweat from her neck, willing my body to offer hers the pleasure she sought.
at twenty-two I thought I was experienced in the ways that women loved other women, but I didn’t know what I didn’t know. when she told me that was how she got off best, I marveled – it was alien to me, whose own physiology seemed designed to make orgasm as elusive as possible. but in the earnestness of my passion, I embraced it. I didn’t understand how it made her feel, but I knew that I wanted to be a part of it, of her feeling that way. when that final push came and she stiffened before suddenly seeming to spill out all over me in a trembling wave, I’d embrace her tight and nuzzle into her cropped hair while her groans were muffled in mine, treasuring the thump of her heart echoing through my breast.
years and lovers later, I was startled by the memory of this lovemaking described in the writings of another fem, one whose work I had discovered on the intricate and often fraught journey of discovering myself. Joan Nestle wrote tenderly of a young lover she’d known, who had moved on her as my first sweet butch had, “the old butch way” she called it.
it hit me like a punch those words, to see the act I knew by then was called tribadism – a technical, awkward word I hated – named so intimately, so assuredly, as a way of the women I love. I tumbled back to that bedroom with its stained and fraying carpet, the sagging ceiling above, two young lovers on the bed eagerly pushing and thrusting at each other as I lived the memories of another fem’s passion. our experiences so uniquely different and yet entwined through culture and desire.
I comprehended then, perhaps for the first time, that even before I had known the word fem or that I was, before I knew anything of the deeply rich history of my people, I had found my way to it. drawn through the darkness of cultural erasure as though beckoned by fate, we did what felt natural together, a butch and a fem in a new century, loving in the ways of old.
I had thought this gift of a woman coming on top of me had fled this world, read the words of this fem who had already lived lifetimes before mine began, but Margaret, who wears feathers and dreams of goddesses, carries the old ways of women loving deep within her.
so had that lover of my hopeful youth, directed by the nature of her desire as much as I had been when she first caught my eye in the hot shade of a tent at summer Pride; a hopelessly handsome young butch with shy eyes and a smile that made me trip over my feet and blush.
years after Joan Nestle shared those breathless memories, of an older fem with a young butch learning anew how organic our passion, I thrust up to meet the push of my butch’s need, learning it for the first time. separated by decades and much more, these moments we lived were wholly our own, and yet they are shared, countless times and in countless ways, between butches and fems who love and make love all over the world. the old butch way lives on, heedless of instruction, beyond the boundaries defined in theory; compelled by instinct and desire.
when my first sweet butch showed me how she liked to fuck, I had no idea that another fem at another time had thought that way was done and had been grateful to realise that it wasn’t. now, I am grateful to realise that it never will be. this is how we know ourselves, the truths of our lives resonating in recognition. our heritage shared through memory written and experience lived in dark rooms and on damp sheets, carried always deep within us.
References: “Margaret”, A Restricted Country Joan Nestle, 1987
[ i can imagine on both ends - this being very painful. Hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting this interesting concept lol ]
Would be at loss for words. Like, literally, would not be able to speak as he swallowed the scream that got caught in his throat - while slowly collapsing to the floor in excruciating pain. It would be best to just give the man a few minutes to compose himself, as he curled up into a little ball and contemplated about life.
“Jin, sweetie, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-”
“Be gone, you savage!”
“That’s exactly what yo dumbass get- I mean, are you okay, baby?”
Yoongi saw it coming from a mile away. As soon as you challenged Jungkook to a wrestling match, he knew that the maknae was bound to end up going a little too rough on you eventually. It was common sense, after all. So at first, he’ll show no sympathy - but when he saw the pained expression on your face, he’d be a little bit more understanding. Still be a little shit about it, though.
“You want some ice on that, champ?”
Would honestly watch the show unfold before him. After you recovered from the kick to your no-no square, you didn’t hesitate to go after the dead man that did it to you - him happily helping you do so.
“He’s hiding in the pantry, jagi!”
“Hyung, whose side are you on?!?!”
“The winning side. He’s making a run for it, baby, get him!”
“How dare you? Do you know how precious that area is to me- I mean, her?”
Don’t even bother going after the member that put you through that kind of trauma, Hobi’s got that taken care of for you. If he was already considered being annoying sometimes to that member, oh ho, they haven’t seen nothing yet. After that, he was going to make them wish they never even lifted their foot off the ground.
“Sleep with one eye tonight, Jimin.”
He was actually the one to kick you in the crotch - but to be fair, it was partially your fault. He was already on edge from the horror movie ya’ll got done watching; you shouldn’t have sneaked up behind him.
“Jagi! Oh my god, I am so sorry - I didn’t know it was you!”
“Who the hell did you think it was?!” You rasped, clenching your teeth as you held your pelvic bone in agony. “We’re the only ones h-home!”
“I told you to never sneak up behind me after a scary movie!”
“How was I suppose to know you’d freaking sucker-kick me in the vagina, Jimin?! HOW?!”
“ *gif* ” lol hoseok in the back just makes it better
“After all the pleasure he’s brought to you - this is how you repay him?”
Honestly, after this, no more dick for you for at least a month or two. You know, just to teach you not to mistreat that good-good ever again.
sorry not sorry
Would be just like Namjoon, eating food while watching you mercilessly beat the shit out of his hyung just after recovering from the blow. He didn’t blame you, if anything he was mentally cheering you on from afar.
Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (Part 1)
Ok Guys @bonniebird might have told you , but i am continuing the ‘Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin ‘ imagines . The gif does not belong to me .written because original owner said they were sadly not going to continue and that was a hell no to me .So here is a different version of her imagines
Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus (barely)
“There you are darling,” said Uncle Kol finding you alone in the living room. You turn your head away from your coloring book to face him.
“Hi uncle Kol, “ you frown up at him , smirking he comes down to your level .
“Why are you sad ?” He asks . You look down to the floor , and pointed toward the outside garden , where everyone was cooing and fighting over Hope attention . Kol couldn’t but be angry at how easily you were forgotten you were by his brother and sister’s , Like he was when he was your age when he was young .
“Hey why don’t we go to the Cauldron to visit Aunty Davina then later the batting cages ” He says , making your pop your head up with a shining grin on your face . “Quickly go get dressed,” He watches as you run as fast as you can to your room .
It was late when Kol and You had returned from the Cauldron and the batting cages. Within the five minutes of the car drive home you were deep asleep snoring .The entire house didn’t move an inch as they saw Kol carry you in . But if it was Hope they would of yelled .
“Aaahh their he is the daughter thief. Come to return to the crime , “ Kol huffs at Klaus’s words . “You know it’s not stealing since she wanted to come with me ,” Klaus was about to retort if Kol hadn’t vamp sped you to bed.
But not before changing you . “So you think my daughter prefers you over me ,” Klaus growls , as he slams Kol into a wall with his hand on the wall.
“It’s not exactly a secret is it that she constantly feels left you. And you all just push her away like she is nothing because she is human. Yet you —” Everyone watched as Klaus snaps Kol’s neck leaving him dead on the floor.
No one dared to touch Kol’s body as Klaus storms out of the house.
The entire house jumped out of their seat’s as Hope had woken up the next morning. While Klaus , Elijah , and Rebekah check on Hope. Hayley prepares her food downstairs. Not even thinking of you , leaving Kol to make sure your okay.
When he reached your room he found you on your floor reading. “Good Morning Darling ,” He smirks as you walk up to hug him. “Good Morning Uncle Kol. How are you ?”
“Perfectly fine darling , but how long have you been awake ,” He says as you two walk to your bed. “Oh about an hour ,” He wanted to question more about it , when Elijah called him for some important matters.
By the time he came back to your room you weren’t there. He wen’t down stairs to ask him family only to see their only attention is on Hope not even noticing how you aren’t in the house.
After two searches around the house he decides to look around the French Quarter , when he couldn’t find you their he went to Cauldron , then soon after all off New Orleans.
Once he returned home he still saw every one was cooing over Hope . “ENOUGH I AM DONE KEEPING QUIET,” screams kol while throwing a vase, making every one look at him as Hope whimpers and curls up to Hayley making everyone angry.
“OH NOW I AM THE BAD GUY, FOR MAKING POOR HOPE WHIMPER. THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU LOT WHO HAVE HAVE YET TO SEEM TO NOTICE THAT (Y/N) IS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN ,”He yells , as Klaus vamp speeds in front of him , making Hayley and Hope Leave the room.
“YOU DARE SAY I DON’T CARE ABOUT MY DAUGHTER’S HO-”
“OH SO YOU DO KNOW YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE DAUGHTER YET YOU CHOOSE TO IGNORE , LIKE HOW YOU IGNORE YOUR LOVE AND CONCERN FOR –” Kol was cut off with klaus flinging him into the dinning room.
“Do not dare you think i do not care for my daughter’s ,when you can’t even have one , And as for (Y/N) she is –”
Tears stained your face as the blood stained knife comes closer to your face. “No! No! Please stop,” you scream as the man walks closer to you . he was about to stab you when his heart and head is ripped off.
You never been so happy to him in your life, than at this moment . Thou you two have always seen each other you , Never would of thought he would be able to make . You limp into your Uncle’s open embrace . As Klaus enters the room with Haley right behind him.
“It’s okay now Love , it’s all over now “ he says “I am sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner , “ he continues on trying to calm your tears and hiccups to the point where your just sniffling . He picks you up and tries to give you to Hayley , but you scream and cry , making Kol back away with you in hand , but when he tries Klaus Scream to the point where Kol can here his ears ringing.
He knew it was pointless on trying to convince you to go to your parent’s to he just carried you out , since during your captivity your left leg was messed up . No one said anything on the way home .
“She didn’t even want to come close to us ,”Hayley said , as tears threatened to come out of her eyes while plopping down onto the couch. “She didn’t want to come near her mother ,” tears ran down her cheeks.
“And I didn’t even notice my child was gone until someone else told me . It wasn’t even like she was gone for a few minutes she was gone for over six hours. “ by now she was sobbing into Elijah , as Klaus over hears the conversation from his room.
“Was I such a horrible father to them, both “ Klaus watches as his one night stand and brother try to comfort each other, while he watches Hope sleep. ” She hates me .“ he whispers to no one in particular, but hears his words .
"She doesn’t hate you Nik she–”“
"Just doesn’t want me to near her in her time of need , but hope would of ran straight into my arms. "He says, while running his fingers through her hair as Kol walks into the room . "That’s the problem brother you keep complaining that (Y/N) isn’t like Hope , and you keep pushing her away . eventually she will not want to think about that ,” Kol says then left Klaus so he can be alone
ok so like u know those docs tagged like “Steve/reader” and then in the fic the author fucking names the reader and gives them a fucking body type like is it a reader insert or a fucking OC SPECIFY BITCH! Also I’m fucking sick of seeing one million “ships” example: on the fucking fic the ships will be “Steve/Reader, Natasha/Reader peter/reader tony/reader, Bruce/reader” when its a fucking fic about the romantic relationship between the reader and Thor. Like why would you fucking deceive me like that I gotta mow my fucking grass so I can get rid of the snakes! I can’t trust shit, not a summary, not the tags, not even the first chapter reader insert fics will go completely left in a fucking paragraph. I’m ALDO sic an tide of these “you cheeks turned pink from their usual pale pallor” bitch I am the same shade as muthafuckin kunta kente the only pink I have on me is my tongue and my tongue is too busy cursing out the fucking tags because they don’t clue me into what this shit ass story is about. God I HATE WHEN THE AUTHOR FUKCING DESCRIBES THE READER I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE BITCH DO NOT DESCRIBE WHAT I LOOK LIKE YOU DO NOT KNOW ME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING EMERGE THEMSELVES IN THIS WORLD TO ESCAPE MY REAL LIFE PROBLEMS AND COMPARTMENTALIZE YET HERE YOU ARE EMBEDDING PICTURES OF A LITTLE WHITE BABY ON THE AVENGERS PREFERENCE OF HOW I LOOKED AS A KID! I am done with reader insert all of it sucks it’s all people who haven’t taken a fucking basic class of English and think every word in a sentence that a character speaks when troubled should start with 5 fucking stutters to emphasize the problems that they are in. PLEASE DO BETTAH PEOPLE!🙏🏾🙏🏾🤦🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️tag ya shit as it should be tagged for the sack of my sanity
Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.
A/N: FINALLY adding my contribution to the Mob Party. And yes. ANOTHER series. LEAVE ME ALONE. I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD, OKAY?!
Hux inhaled the cigarette smoke then exhaled. The smoke clouding his vision then floating up into the air, “So, Thanisson, you’re telling me that this little Resistance gang held you and the rest of my men at gunpoint as they took my money to then climb to the top of the buildings and throw it into the air for measly civilians to get a hold of it?”
The young man gulped, “Yes, sir. There were too many of them. We were surrounded. We couldn’t fight them off.”
“Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?” Thanisson gulped again, but gave no answer. Hux sighed and set his cigarette onto the ash tray on the table, “Thanisson, you’re a young boy. I see myself in you. You’re very determined to rise up in the ranks.” Hux stood up and buttoned his suit jacket and leaned over the table, “But you have no spine.” Mitaka came up behind Hux and slipped on his black greatcoat. He then handed him black leather gloves, which Hux slipped on. “However, because I see myself in you, I’ll give you another chance.” Thanisson exhaled a breath of relief, “But fail me again, I will not hesitate to have you killed. Understand?”
Thanisson nodded, “Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Hux nodded and then left the restaurant leaving the young boy shaking in his knock-off Louis Vuitton shoes.
Hux’s right hand and body guard, Kylo Ren, followed Hux out the door and towards the waiting car, “I think you’re going soft. You usually would kill right off the bat.”
Hux rolled his eyes as he buttoned his coat, “Don’t give me that, Ren. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the number of men I have is diminishing. I have to be careful or else this Resistance will overrule me.” Before Hux stepped into the black SUV, he caught a whiff of something sweet. It reminded him of the muffins his childhood nanny used to make him. His eyes glanced to the bakery next door. He felt a pull. Hux glanced at Kylo and said, “Wait, here. I’ll be back.”
“A bakery? Really, Hux?”
“It’ll only be a moment.” Hux sneered. He made his way to the warm yellow building. A sign in cursive read: Made with Love Bakery. Hux opened the door and stepped in. He was greeted to warmth and the smell of sugar.
“I’ll be out in a second!” He heard a young woman’s voice come from, what he assumed, the kitchen. Seconds later, you came out wearing a sky blue apron holding a tray of fresh blueberry muffins wearing matching sky blue oven mittens. You set the tray on the counter and gave an exhausted sigh, “Sorry for the wait! I’m Y/N! How may I help you?”
Hux couldn’t help but softly smile. Your smile was contatious, “I couldn’t help, but catch a whiff of something that I believe are blueberry muffins.”
“Well, you have a mighty nose there, Mister Hux. Just took them out of the oven.”
Hux’s smile faltered, “You know who I am?”
You chuckled, “How could I not? You’re Armitage Hux, Mob Boss as well as owner of the First Order restaurant next door.”
“And you’re not scared of me?”
You shook your head, “You haven’t done anything to me that could make me scare of you…yet.” The last part you said with a chuckle, “But anyway, did you want some muffins? While they’re still fresh?”
Hux nodded, “If you’d be so kind.”
You nodded. You picked up two muffins and set them in a small warm yellow box that matched the outside of your building. You also poured some fresh hot chocolate into a to go cup. You slid them over the desk, “Here you go, sir.”
“How much do I owe you?”
You shook your head, “Free of charge, sir.”
“No, I can’t. Surely I could-”
“I always give newcomers their order free. I also provided the hot chocolate since it looks pretty cold out. Figured you’d want to keep warm.”
“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.” Hux opened the box and took a small piece from a muffin and popped it into his mouth. He hummed at the warmth and the familiar taste, “I feel like a child again.”
You laughed, “Oh really? And why is that?”
“My childhood nanny, that I was incredibly fond of, would always make blueberry muffins. They were heavenly. Yours taste just like them.”
“Well thank you for your high praises, sir.”
“Please, no need for formalities. Just call me Hux.”
You nodded, “Thank you, Hux.”
Hux closed the box, “I’ll leave you to continue your work. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N.”
“You as well, Hux!”
Hux walked back to the waiting SUV with hot chocolate and muffins in hand. When he slipped into the car, Kylo gave him a questionable look. Hux glared at him, “Don’t question me, Ren.”
“She was attractive, the shop girl. Will you see her again?”
Hux wanted to say yes, but he didn’t want to give Kylo the satisfaction of knowing he’s gone soft. Therefore, he simply muttered, “We’ll see.”
I have not eaten more than 500 calories a day in over a month, some days it’s as low as about 90. I’m not trying to diet or anything, it’s just a reality of way I’m living right now and my medical conditions.
Despite that, not only have I not LOST any weight, I have actually GAINED a small amount.
To say that I am frustrated is an understatement. Mostly because there are SO many people out there who think it is easy to lose weight if you want to and will push that attitude into so many people. Yet every fat person I know has tried to lose weight at LEAST once, so many have done it over and over again only to not be able to maintain unrealistic diets and starvation over a prolonged period of time with INCREDIBLY slow results.
So, like, next time you go to give unsolicited advice to a fat person about losing weight, just go and fuck yourself instead.
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Well, you almost had me fooled
Told me that I was nothing without you
Oh, but after everything you’ve done
I can thank you for how strong I have become
Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying
I’m proud of who I am
No more monsters, I can breathe again
And you said that I was done
Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come
‘Cause I can make it on my own
And I don’t need you, I found a strength I’ve never known
I’ve been thrown out, I’ve been burned
When I’m finished, they won’t even know your name
You brought the flames and you put me through hell
I had to learn how to fight for myself
And we both know all the truth I could tell
I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying
Oh, sometimes, I pray for you at night
Someday, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give
But some things only God can forgive
I hope you’re somewhere praying, praying
I hope your soul is changing, changing
I hope you find your peace
Falling on your knees, praying.