and I'm not creative enough to come up with my own

anonymous asked:

I just read proposal yesterday and thought it was so sweet! I was wondering if you have any fics you could recommend? Jimin is my bias but I'm pretty open to any members with the reader. Thanks and keep up the good work! Kep jarng! 😁

Aghh thank you so much, sweetheart! I’m so glad you enjoyed Proposals and I’m really flattered that you’re asking me for recommendations! :D Okay, here’s a list of my fave fics that you should check out if you haven’t already. So you aren’t confused, the stuff in italics is the synopsis/description the writer provided and the indented bit is me being incoherent and lame as always.

Sin City (Jimin x reader) by @btssmutgaloreAfter a run of bad luck, you can go back home and admit defeat or step out of your comfort zone and look for a job at Sin City.  

Hands down the best stripper au I’ve ever read. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this fic because you never know where stripper AUs are going to go, but holy moly am I glad I gave this a chance. You will be addicted to this fic. Jimin’s character has so much depth, but he’s such an enigma at the same time and I’m dying to know what the heck he’s thinking/what his background is. The tension is so drawn out and the sessy scenes are all so different, which is really refreshing to read and you don’t know what’s going to come next. ALSO, I feel like there’s a lot of empowerment and respect in this fic, which makes me so happy. Love love love this fic with my entire being. 

Monster (Jeongguk x reader) by @btssmutgalore: You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend.

This fic is perfection. It doesn’t have a complicated plot, but it’s still so interesting to read and the smut is A++++. Jeongguk’s character has so many facets and though he has a lot of issues to sort through, I’m rooting for him and the OC so much. 

Purple Jewels (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @jiminniemouse: When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

GENIE!JIMIN. AKLSDJFKLAASKDJFLK (I really tried not to keyboard smash but fuck I lose my shit because of how much I love this fic). Oh man, where do I even begin with this?? It’s my absolute favourite Jimin x reader fic and one of my absolute fave fics in general because it’s written so well, it’s creative, the characters are interesting, AND THE TENSIONNNN. I come so close to combusting with each part and I’m dying for more. Also Jimin’s character is so sweet and I love him so much (where can I find myself a genie Jimin???). Please please please read this!

Hiraeth (Jeongguk/Taehyung x reader) by @jungkxookA world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home. 

This is the first member x reader fic I ever read and IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. EVER. It’s a zombie apocalypse au and it’s so angsty and sometimes it feels like my heart has been punched out of my chest and it’s such a wonderful feeling even though it hurts like hell. The world is constructed so believably and there are so many well thought out details to it, so when you’re reading it feels REAL. All the characters are different and you never know what’s going to happen next. I can’t recommend reading this enough, it is freaking incredible (and the love triangle is fucking me up so bad).

Philophobia (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @minsvgasex has its consequences, always; whether for better or for worse, sex always has its consequences. and the drunken rendezvous you have with your best friend is not an exception.

This is discontinued but it’s still worth reading because it’s so freaking hot and I love the plot and just??? I don’t usually read fuckboy fics because fuckboys are the bane of human existence, but this fic is amazing and the smut is awesome. Also be prepared to not know who you’re rooting for. One second I would want Jimin to win the OC’s heart and the next I wanted Jeongguk to end up with her, so brace yourself for conflicting feelings.

Company (Namjoon x reader) by @fireheart-namjoon​: Sometimes all you want is a bit of company.

OKAY before I scream about the sessy stuff in this fic, I really want to say that I fucking loved Namjoon’s characterization in this and it’s so nice to read an OC who is strong and independent. The writing style is absolutely fantastic and the thigh riding was 100000/10.

Retrograde (Jeongguk x reader) by @remembeofantasy!au

When I read this I feel the way I do on rainy, dark days when I’m reading a book and just slip away into the world on the page. The details and the way this is written are so mesmerizing and I want to know more. You’re so swept away by everything that you completely forget about the reality for a little while.

A Roadtrip (Jeongguk x reader) by @taeinmycupJungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.

Road trip fics never get old and neither does the childhood-friends-to-lovers plot either. This was a wonderful fic to indulge in and um the frick frack is pretty damn nice. Just saying.

Sutures and Stitches (Jeongguk x reader) by @hayjeon​: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.

I recently read this and I am OBSESSED. I refresh the OP’s page daily just to make sure I didn’t miss an update. The writing is so detailed and Jeongguk’s character is so interesting, I just want to know what the heck happens next + how Jeongguk ended up with this kind of life.

Chrysalism (Jimin x reader) by @workofteaguk: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him.

THIS IS THE SWEETEST FREAKING THING AND I WISH IT WERE LONGER. It made my entire day when I read it and I was smiling the entire time. Where do I have to go to find a cute boy like this???

It’s All Fun & Games (Jeongguk x reader) by @workofteagukIn which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.

When will fake relationship AUs not be the best thing in existence? The answer to that is never. I don’t care how many times people write this concept, it will always be so fun to read because of the angsty feels. So if you’re as trash for this as I am, then absolutely read this.

Sounds of You (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @vivacioustae​: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.

Listen, from the very first sentence of this fic, I was completely hooked. From the get go you know that it’s going to mess with your emotions, but it’s worth it. I love this concept so much and my heart is aching reading this. After reading the first part, this fic is all I could think about and my heart ached because I wanted to know what was coming next, but also wasn’t prepared for it. Love love love this.

Teamwork (Taehyung x Seokjin x reader) by @sugajpgPeculiar events occur when the two best volleyball players of your college decide to take competitiveness out of the courts.

Best threesome fic I’ve read so far. I’m just. :’’’’’)) I’m still screaming. Fml this is too good and I feel the flames of hell licking my feet but screw it. Where do I sign up for this?

Like Crazy (Jimin x reader) by @war-of-hormoan: This story is based off the film by the same name.

Because I don’t care about my well-being in any way, I started this fic and I love it so much so far. The film Like Crazy is incredible, but it feels like you’ve been punched in the gut twenty times by the end, and it made me sob… like crazy. So this fic will probably end up doing that too and as nervous as I am for that, it’s so worth it. Everything is written so vividly and the relationship between Jimin and the OC is so sweet to read. I’m really excited to see how this progresses.

Grey Area (Yoongi x reader) by @blushoseoksAnd just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so. And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN. SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Ohmygod, I’m in love with this writing style and THE CONCEPT IS AMAZING. The ending of part one left me feeling like I’d been kicked in the gut or something and you’re all ???? wtf is going on??? and you’re completely hooked so you binge read the rest. This fic is perfection.

Until Next Time (Jimin x reader) by @taeverieWho would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

OK OK OK UM LET ME GATHER MY THOUGHTS HERE. First off, how can I be the OC?? Second off, HOW CAN I BE THE OC???? I wouldn’t have the balls to actually be this forward in real life but still, this just kept escalating and they didn’t even really do the hanky panky but it was still hot as fuck and 10/10 would recommend.

Not So Honest (Jeongguk x reader) by @wonhopesJungkook has got a pretty big problem, and he desperately asks you for your help. 

Hi hello yes be prepared to explode ok this was TOO good oml. I’m also a slut for sub!jeongguk because that sinful man deserves to be tortured the way he tortures us so this was a glorious find (though the roles do reverse in the end but whatever THIS WAS GREAT).

Obey (Jimin x reader) by @sugasgrowl

sub!jimin. Must I say more? I spontaneously combusted like ten times while reading this and would gladly undergo that again because it’s so nice to read fics where the roles reversed and I would give up a limb to see Jimin in such a debauched state.

All To Myself (Jimin/Yoongi x reader) by @mint-tape: “It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)’

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST CREATIVE FICS I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE. All the ‘videos’ and the ‘comments’ and just everything about this is absolute perfection. The characters are all diverse and the OC is really likeable. Just. I’m glad I found this fic, it’s so unique and all these extra goodies make the read even more fun.

The Blue Notebooks (Jimin x reader) by @inktae: time travel au

Honestly, I don’t even know what to write about this because I’m still speechless. No words can capture how beautiful the writing is (all her work is beautiful) and how well emotion is captured in this. Everything is so thought out and all these little details come together to form the bigger picture. Do yourself a favour and read this as well as all the rest of the OP’s writing. She is so freaking talented and we are all blessed to be able to read her work.

…Sorry, that got ridiculously long. @_@ For member x reader fics I tend to read Jimin/Jeongguk focused stuff, if it’s not incredibly obvious… Oops. Am I Jimin biased or jiguk biased? Anyway. I hope this list helped and I’m sorry it took so long for me to respond, I just wanted to get through some of the fics I had saved in case I wanted to recommend them. Enjoy!

nicememerino  asked:

How do you talk to my therapist about hElping you? I'm not even sure how she's suppose to "help" me. Everytime I go we just sit there and tell her what happened since I saw her last. I don't think it's helping me and it's wasting her time so how do I approach my therapist about it?

Hi baby 💝 You’ve been sooo patient, so thank you. I think it’s really important that you are able to identify and acknowledge when a resource is no longer serving its purpose, so good on you darling. 

Signs that it’s time to change therapists:

• You feel judged or shamed.
• You feel uncomfortable.
• You feel a lack of connection.
• You feel a lack of progress.
• A lack of boundaries.
• You’re compromising your beliefs.
• Your therapist is consistantly late to appointments and / or cancelling.
• Your therapist talks mainly about themselves and / or gets distracted consistantly.
• Your therapist takes sides.
• Your therapist uses victim-blaming and / or other offensive language.

It has been 12 years since I personally began therapy; I have been to 7 different therapists in this time, and only recently found a therapist that actually worked for me. I never knew how comfortable I could be and how much progress I could actually make in therapy before I met her. I’m sharing this because I think it’s important to remember that finding a good therapist can take some time. Just don’t give up !!!

How to make the most out of therapy:

  • Think about your goals for therapy, and share them with your therapist. I wrote a little guide on setting goals if you want to check it out. 
  • Be as brutally honest as possible about your experiences and feelings. This can be tough to do on the spot or if you disagree with something your therapist says. Fear of judgement is often something that makes me hesitate to open up about an issue I have- but being direct about it will strengthen the relationship, contribute to recovery and make you feel better.
  • Put in work outside of therapy. Reflect on what you’ve talked about. Consider checking out self help books from the library, keep a private journal, try new coping techniques, do some creative exercises, research relevant topics to expand your knowledge, start a free workbook, etc.
  • Be curious. Ask any question that comes to mind during your session. Don’t censor yourself.
  • If you come up with any questions outside of therapy, don’t be afraid to write them down and bring them up in your next session.
  • Set your appointments for times that work for you, and try to show up a little bit early so you can unwind before your session. I personally get anxious when waiting so I practice deep breathing in the waiting room. Try to forget the clock during your session.
  • Keep your health related resources in a safe place such as a binder or folder. I can’t stress it enough how much this has helped me outside of therapy.

Important things to remember:

• You don’t have to share everything with every therapist unless you are comfortable to.
• Sometimes things can get worse before they get better.
• Therapy is no quick fix.
• A therapist cannot “save” anyone, but they will help bring light to your own wisdom and your ability to recover.
• Attending therapy does not make you weak or flawed. It is nothing to be ashamed of.
• Not every session will feel like a breakthrough.
• Therapy is a service for you. This is about you, for you.

Extra links:

recommended books
self help
recovering without professional help
app masterlist by RecoveryIsBeautiful
more advice

I truly wish you luck, darling. You deserve a good support system. 🌷💕

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

anonymous asked:

And what about nsfw-fluff, something of Stiles tired of his fail relationships? He wants someone love him for real. And older!derek looking for someone who doesn’t want him for his money.

I honestly had a lot of trouble thinking of something for this one, so this is kinda short and probably not as smutty as your prompt was hinting at?? But here ya go. 1300 words, rated E.

P.S. I know people on tumblr mobile have been having difficulties with the Read More not working on my fics, but I’m leaving this one in there b/c of the nsfw stuff.


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Cops&Criminals AU prompts
  • Disclaimer: All of these are mine, free for grabs. I just want to know if you write them because I want to read them. Some are darker, some are crack material. Enjoy!
  • 1: You’re holding me in a chokehold and there’s a gun pressed against my temple, I shouldn’t feel the way I’m feeling about it, but I can’t help it, fuck.
  • 2: I came to make a deal with some shady gang and there you are, tied up and bruised, great, now I have to make the deal about you so that I can get you out of there.
  • 3: You turned me in to the police and I’m going to jail, but you keep saying it was for my own good, are you fucking serious? Also why can’t I hate you?
  • 4: My boss ordered me to drive you to the desert and kill you there, god damn it stop crying there, it’s so pathetic, no, I’m not letting you go, are you mad, oh god, stop, it’s starting to get on my nerves and… am I starting to feel sorry for you?
  • 5: My boss ordered me to drive you to the desert and kill you there, but you have no idea and keep talking about our future, please stop, I can’t take it.
  • 6: I’m a priest and you’re that one guy who comes to confess his crimes every week, son, could you go to the police already, I’ve had enough of hearing about murders, also, stop saying how much you love my voice, okay, it makes me really uncomfortable.
  • 7: We’re holding you captive and I’m supposed to feed you, I swear if you try to bite me again, I’ll punch you in the face.
  • 8: We’re holding you captive and I take care of you, I had to leave, now I’ve come back and you’re not in the state I left you in, what the hell have they done to you?
  • 9: I’m a hooker and you are a cop, you gave me your number like a year ago during some investigation in this area and sorry, I know it’s 2 am but I’m in real trouble and could you please come and save me?
  • 10: I’ve kidnapped you and I’m trying to film a very menacing video of me asking for ransom but you keep giggling and apparently I’ll have to gag you, you stupid idiot.
  • 11: My partners in crime finally decided to kill you, but after the weeks of holding you captive I grew kinda fond of you. I was trying to keep cool, but when they held the gun to your head, you looked at me and whispered you weren’t afraid, and I lost my shit.
  • 12: I’m a cop, we found you in the dark alley during my patrol and I thought you were dead, but then you grabbed my hand, what the fuck, you scared the hell out of me.
  • 13: We’re held hostage together and you keep coming up with crazy plans to escape, just shut up, you’re delusional and it annoys me.
  • 14: Hi, I’m your cellmate, welcome to hell. Oh… damn, shouldn’t you be like in juvenile, you’re a fucking baby, are you alright, do you want me to hold you?
  • 15: I’m on the run, jumped into your car, aimed a gun at you and yelled at you to drive but oh my god, you’re like the worst driver in the world, I’m fucked.
  • 16: I’m at Starbucks ordering coffee late at night, you’re the barista and why the hell are you staring at me like that, oh shit, I didn’t notice I had blood on my clothes.
  • 17: I accidentally witnessed your kidnapping, now I’m no hero but hold on tight, I’m still coming to the rescue.
  • 18: We’re holding you captive but you got really sick, hell we need you alive, you can’t die on us, what’s wrong with you, is it pneumonia or what, what am I supposed to do, will some Advil do or do I need to rob a pharmacy now?
  • 19: I’m a cop, you’re resisting arrest and now I’m practically sitting on you trying to handcuff you and… are you actually laughing?
  • 20: Listen, I’d be okay with you breaking in my apartment and stealing my things, but you managed to kill my hamster in the process, now I’m coming for you, you bastard, do you hear me?
prompts // suggestions

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Don’t be afraid to suggest your own prompt! it does not have to be from this list!!!!

i do most any ship. please include ship or parring when you ask.

ALSO if you want to include a plot pleasssee do.

lots of credit to this wonderful person for helping me and giving me ideas and prompts for this list.

  1. “What the fuck, man? Get off of me!”
  2. “I swear to god, I’ll rip your skin off if you touch him/her/them again.”
  3. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Who are you, my mom?”
  4. “Don’t walk away from this!” “From what?” “THIS”
  5. I never stood a chance, did I.” “You did. Once.”
  6. “You’re one insult away from starting a war.”
  7. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
  8. “Oh god, we’re gonna die aren’t we?”
  9. “You think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, bitch, I’m about to be motherfUCKING GORGEOUS!”
  10. “Make me feel something. Anything.”
  11. “No, listen to me.”
  12. “I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
  13. “Do you ever stop talking?”
  14. “Everyone has a breaking point.”
  15. “I’m not a fucking brick. I have emotions.”
  16. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
  17. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of blood.”
  18. “It happened again. It keeps happening again.”
  19. “So what you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I’m a better person than you. Oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a piece of shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
  20. “I’m giving you/him/her/them everything I have and It’s not enough. That’s fucking bullshit.”
  21. “Your stretchmarks are fucking awesome. They look like lightning bolts on your ass.”
  22. “Sorry.” “Stop apologizing so much.” “Sorry- fuck!”
  23. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
  24. “Shut up!” “Make me!”
  25. “It was over when you said goodbye.”
  26. “Wanna make out?”
  27. “God, I hate everything about this place.”
  28. “Isn’t it so painfully obvious that I’m in love with you?”
  29. “Words just aren’t working right now.”
  30. “Don’t die.”
  31. “No. I’m not letting you tattoo me.” “But you lost!“ 
  32. "Did you steal that?” “Maybe” “Jesus Christ”
  33. “So wait, you did what to me?”
  34. “Too bad you didn’t listen to me when I warned you”
  35. “You don’t know me” “But I want to know you and you won’t let me!" 
  36. "You should’ve loved me when you had the chance”
  37. “Fucking read my lips, I don’t love you so stop talking to me.”
  38. “You’re the whole package, except without THE package.”
  39. “Maybe people would like you more if you didn’t fuck everything up”
  40. “Stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, you look like a desperate slut.”
  41. “I love you” - “Yes, I love me too.”
  42. “You hate rumors, but you’re spreading them? That doesn’t make any sense to me.”
  43. “Do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?”
  44. “Okay, stop, you’re beautiful, telling yourself you aren’t is ugly.”
  45. “why are you wearing a dress?” “Because fuck you that's why.”
  47. “Are you okay?” “Not really, but I'm fine.”
  48. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”
  49. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”
  50. “I love when someone insults me. It gives me permission to be a dick.”
  51. “Right now I don’t know if I should kiss you or push you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”
  52. “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
  53. “I’d tell you to be yourself, but that almost got us killed last time.”
  54. “Good morning, I see the assassins have failed.”
  55. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-” “at least a twenty.”
  56. “Tell me I’m going to die. Tell me the sun is going to explode. Tell me the world is ending and there’s nothing I can do about it. Because if I hear it’s going to be okay one more time I will scream.”
  57. “You made your choice, I made mine. Just because you cant live with yours does not mean you should shame me for living with mine.”
  58. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
  59. “Oh my God, you’d struggle to pour water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.”
  60. “Don’t you have to be a dick somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
  61. “This isn’t a guilt trip; I just want to know if I’m a bother or not.”
  62. “I’m not a thief, I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”
  63. “I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did do it is a fucking genius.”
  64. “I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”
  65. “I’m way too sober for this.”
  66. “Why are your hands purple?” “That’s a very good question.”
  67. “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”
  68. “No one can see you cry in the rain.”
  69. “You’re not scared?” “I’ve had worse nightmares about failing AP Chem.”
  70. “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
  71. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?” “Oh God, we’re all gonna die.”
  72. “Children shouldn’t play with guns.” “Who said I was playing?”
  73. “I’ve come to kill you.” “Well, then we’ve got a problem. I didn’t come to die.”
  74. “We can’t be together. Get over me.” “How can I get over someone who’s my whole world.”
  75. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I don’t know how to feel about it.”
  76. “Do you think they’ll notice we left?”
  77. “On a scale from 1-10, how hard do you want me to hit you?”
  78. “You see the problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.”
  79. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”
  80. “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM.”
  81. “Why don’t you care that everyone hates you?” “None of them hate me more than I do.”
  82. “You/He/She/They took everything from me, and now I’ve got nothing to lose. So, yeah, I’d be fucking scared.”
  83. “When was the last time you got a full night of sleep.”
  84. “How did you talk me into this?”
  85. “Trust me, I wish I could stop thinking.”
  86. “I’d kick his ass, but I’d only have mine handed to me.”
  87. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do I look like Mother Teresa”
  88. “Don’t touch me.”
  89. “Are you wearing makeup?”
  90. “You’re a freak.”
  91. “What the hell is that?”
  92. “I’m good, how are you?” “That’s probably the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”
  93. “What are you afraid of?” “Literally all of this!”
  94. “Wait, why are you crying?”
  95. “I’m gonna cut your dick off and show it to you.”
  96. “I can’t sneak out! Have you met my parents/mother/father?”
  97. “Why are we doing this at 3AM?”
  98. “You frequently appear in my nightmares.”
  99. “I never really understood you.”
  100. “This has got to be the most bullshit thing I have ever done.”

Originally posted by ros-crane-kim

I use the same gif everytime someone plz make changki gifs

Note: not requested but I wanted to make some changki so yeah; have some changki. credit to @super-mario-girl as this is her prompt I have used as inspiration for this. It didn’t come out as well as I’d liked, but eh, the concept is there that I wanted to get across. Please enjoy my trash. 

I do not own the gifs used. 

Since the moment you’re born, the first words of your soulmate are tattooed against your wrist. It comes to numerous hilarities, Changkyun had seen many instances where his friends had rude, or inappropriate one liners against their skin, but his? Well, he couldn’t exactly read his.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t intelligent, no, Changkyun tops each of his classes in miles. It’s just, his arm is tattooed in Korean. Yes, Korean… Korean. Sure, he had Korean origins, his family lived there before their bond of marriage. But since the moment he stepped foot on Earth, he had lived on Boston grounds, and never strayed too far away from that.

His friends always joked, saying how he’d end up finding his soulmate to be a beautiful foreign woman. There was only a few issues with that: one, he had no intention to go to Korea, and two, he had no intention of meeting a woman.

That was what he told himself for years and years, that he didn’t care, that he didn’t want to know; except, he did care, and he did want to know. Changkyun is intelligent, and if there is one thing he hates the most in the world (beside the concept of soulmates) is not knowing. He can’t stand not knowing. If he fails a test, he has to know why, he finds it hard to accept gray areas where there isn’t just one specific answer.

So after years of denial, he picked up a Korean textbook.

He studied, and studied. He figured out rather quickly that his tattoo’s words were a rather simple; “are you alright?”

That wasn’t anything that his parents couldn’t tell him, but they refused. He needed to find it out for himself, and they knew him too well. His mother knew that once he started looking into it, even just the simple meaning of his tattoo, he wouldn’t just be able to leave it at that. She knew he’d build up the will to find his soulmate. Other than living a long, fulfilling life, that’s the only other thing she’d ever wanted for him.

And as she predicted, he was taking the trip to the unknown. It was the first time he actually felt nervous. He clutched his rucksack tightly, muttering something about “fucking stupid soulmates” as he paced toward his flight.

Upon arriving in Korea, he realised how grateful he was that he’d actually taken his language skills further than “are you alright?” it was like walking into a whole new world.

Seoul was busier than he’d imagined, then he realised how stupid it was to assume it would be any less. It was a city after all. It was that moment that it hit him that he was well and truly out of his depths. How was he supposed to find one person in amongst thousands? And “are you alright” is such a common phrase, literally anyone could ask him that. “Fucking hell, couldn’t you have been a little more creative?” Changkyun cursed at his soulmate internally as he tried to orientate himself amongst the bustling tube station.

He’d missed rush hour, and somehow, luck was on his side as he entered a mostly cleared tube. He fell back into a seat, uncaring that he’d startled the male beside him.

“Are you alright?” The man questioned him.

Changkyun rolled his eyes, he was started to despise those words. “How cliche of you to ask”

He was expecting some kind of response to his rudeness, but when he turned to look beside him, the man looked shell shocked. His eyes wide, deer like. His pastel pink hair fell over his eyes as the tube lurched. He shook his head, chuckling, finally.

“Yoo Kihyun” He extended his arm.

Then, a sudden rush of butterflies in his gut.

“How cliche of you to ask” glittered against the man’s wrist, the same way his tattoo now was. He felt it tingling. He thought he was going to explode his cheeks were so warm.

“Lim Changkyun.” He gulped, taking the extended hand.

Things I love about the Signs
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> You're so passionate about things. You manage to get to me when you talk. You leave something in my head, you know. You inspire me, influence me in a good way. You're like the rising sun. Your face is a piece of art. You're such young souls, so full of life. You fight your battles and you win. There's something about you that attracts me so much. You speak to me like no one else does. You're so intelligent.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Your will is stronger than a thousand armies. You are so trustworthy, reliable and adorable. This little smile you give people you like when they walk by. You are honest. You can sense when I'm about to make a mistake and you try to keep me from doing it and when I do it anyway you say "I told you so" but you're still there for me. You're so pacient. You know how to enjoy life. You're both; a young soul and a wise person.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> If someone knows how to make things 100% better then it's you. You literally grab the dark clouds and push them away. You're the sunshine. You brighten every day. Your way of thinking is really inspiring and the way you see life is the way I wish I could see it. You never really get mad at me although I mess up so often. You just understand people as if you could see what's going on in their heads. You're a walking mess but you're such a beautiful combination of many messes at once.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> You're so strong. You pick yourself up when you're on the ground. You never bother people, never ever. It's so easy to talk to you, so nice to spend time with you. You're so kind and caring and loving. And you know how to treat people right. You know what someone deserves but you're willing to give them more than that without being naive. You yell at me when it's needed and this is something I can never thank you enough for. You kick someone's ass in order to make them get up again.<p/><b>Leo:</b> You sometimes have these moments when you randomly point out someone's good traits. You never forget to say something good about someone but you're also not afraid of saying something negative about someone. But you're never really mean and if you are, you apologize. You're honest. You know when someone needs to talk and you always manage to keep something private. If you promised something, you keep it. Sometimes life gets really tough for you but you just keep fighting and you never run out of power. Seriously, you're so powerful.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> You're a good friend. You may hold a grudge for long but that's okay. You realize something is wrong long before anyone else does. You encourage me to go for the things I dream of. You give me motivation when I'm not even willing to breathe. You're brutally honest and you can cure every wound that's been caused so far. You have healing powers. You know that words are powerful weapons and you use them wisely.<p/><b>Libra:</b> You see the good in all the bad. You find light in the dark, art in the things I threw away. You inspire me and you never stop. Your cheekbones are goals. You know the most beautiful places and you're a beautiful person. You always try to make me laugh and you never fail. You understand things I didn't even know that existed. You're a genius in your very own way.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> I just cannot look away. You're so interesting and magnetic. You never reveal much of you but you always drop hints. You're passionate and strong willed and your roaring is louder than a lion's. Your heart is bigger than the ocean and please, don't see this as a weakness. It's your strength! You can literally move something. You have so much power, so much will. You find a way. Always. Your soul is dark but your stars burn bright.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> You stand for the things you believe in, even if you stand alone. You're not afraid to speak up and you won't lower your voice for anyone. You don't accept a "no" when you know you deserve a "yes". You don't depend on anyone. You're so colourful, creative. You are a beautiful creation of many mixed colours and you can paint with words.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> You're almost never wrong. You can literally predict the future. You give better advices than anyone else and you're never afraid to take the blame when you know you made a mistake. You stand for what you did or what you said. You're very honest and intelligent. You know more about people than you should and you share your life with all your loved ones.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> You combine the most beautiful melodies inside you. You're so full of life and kind of wise at an early age already. You don't care what others say, you do what you think is best for yourself. But you're not reckless. Your door is always open for those who want to come in and also for those who want to leave. You don't play games. You don't love with half your heart only. You're whole. And you love with all your heart.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> You seem so innocent but you're so strong and so powerful. You're the kind of person that people go to war for but you're also the kind of person to lead an entire army. You know that you're usually being underestimated and you play with that, you surprise. You have such a beautiful mind and your heart is gold. You fight hate with love and you win. You tell great stories and your presence is really calming and comforting.<p/><b></b> Lots of love to you all 💜<p/></p>

rembrandtswife  asked:

I'm not sure if you've ever written about this, so here goes: What was the genesis of the Young Wizards series? I'm not so much curious about the "kids learning to be wizards" part as specific things, like, Fred, and the Book, the Lone Power, Kit's antenna wand... did the story start with a specific image or phrase of cluster of ideas?

The concept originally arrived as a joke. (At this end of time, I think I can say it was a pretty cosmic one.)

I first talked about this on Tumblr at this post: I’ll cut-n- paste some of that into here. The original query:

I first read The Wizard’s Dilemma about three years ago. I sporadically read the rest of the series, and finally, this summer, I ordered every one. Young Wizards has a large place in my heart. So I wanted to ask you, what was your inspiration for the books?

And the answer was:

It was a joke.

Preliminary to the joke: often enough I’d thought (first while young, and then while in nursing school) that it was really a shame that human beings didn’t come with a user’s manual, because it would make everything so much simpler. …Just one of those ideas you get and smile at, and put aside.

Now: the joke. I knew the So You Want to Be A… series of books quite well, having read through them all in the local children’s library. I still can’t remember what caused this particular bit of humor to arise, some time around 1979, but somehow or other the phrase So You Want to Be A… suddenly acquired the word Wizard at the end.

I laughed… and then started to wonder. What if there was a book like that? What would it look like? What would be in it? And the more I thought about it, the less like the original books it looked in my mind – an overview, a general guide – and the more it started looking to me like an instruction manual.

It has to be said that books like this, which on reading tell you what’s really going on in the universe and how to manipulate it, are hardly a trope that’s original with me: they’re scattered all over the landscape in both popular fiction and the myth-and-legend part of the spectrum. (ETA: in the Stith Thompson Motif Index (now also referred to as Aarne-Thompson or Aarne-Thompson-Uther) they have their own category listing, D1266, Magic Book, and numerous subcategories. The Manual proper is probably a subcategory variant of  D1312.4, Magic book gives advice.) You find these books in folklore everywhere from ancient Egypt to Oz (Glinda the Good has one, obviously a recension of the Manual intended for a very senior wizard indeed, somewhere between Continental and Planetary status). My take on it simply looks a bit more concrete (in the psychiatric sense of the word).

But just about everything in the YW universe (excepting the characters, some of whom are based on old friends, others of whom are originals) comes from thinking about the Manual itself, what’s in it, where it comes from, and what those facts say about the universe and the powers inside it. And it all derives, at root, from that single joke. Even now, when starting to build some new piece of business into the series, I tend to return to the basic concept of what the business – whatever it might be – would look like in the Manual: how the data would be explained, organized and set up for manipulation.

That’s all I can tell you for sure. Beyond that, as with many other writers, the interior creative process is something of a black box. But I remember the joke. Which is good, since it seems to me that  any joke that keeps producing results even thirty years after it first occurs to you must be worth remembering.   :)

Things one could do with Zexion’s powers

Alternate Title: Why Zexion’s powers are broken as fuck in the right hands

This is an exercise in creativity not morality. 
Also doesn’t account for probable energy/planning needed to do all this crud.
Also there is admittedly some overlap but not a ton 

  1. Do a lot of social experiments 
  2. Avoid anyone who annoys me by turning invisible every time they walk by
  3. Avoid people by turning into someone else and giving them false directions
  4. Get out of random things in general by turning invisible and sneaking off
  5. Create an illusion of godzilla and have it rampage through town
  6. Create a bunch of will o wisps and see how many travelers I can lead astray (this is admittedly inspired by the fact that Zexion’s powers are similar to that of Japanese folklore foxes) 
  7. Ruin someone’s reputation by pretending to be them 
  8. Pull a Noctis and summon a bunch of different weapons to fight with (this idea didn’t come from Noctis, it’s sort of a natural progression from summoning a bunch of the same weapon which we saw in Kh II, speaking of which)
  9. Summon a bunch of the same weapon to fight with
  10. Copy anime fighting moves or just action fighting move in general (like you could totally summon the giga drill from Gurren Lagann) 
  11. Create clones of myself to make things like cleaning and homework go faster
  12. Have my clone appear to be attentive during a meeting while I secretly do something else in a spot nearby 
  13. Be the best cosplayer ever 
  14. Make small changes to my physical appearance for short amounts of time 
  15. Talk to multiple people at once (admittedly they probably have to be fairly close in proximity to one another and I would have to able to keep track of multiple conversations at once)
  16. Throw a giant boat at someone
  17. Create cute animals for other people to pet and hold
  18. Bring imaginary creatures to life 
  19. Turn into an animal myself and sneak around 
  20. Make it seem like some ferocious animals have escaped from the zoo 
  21. Make people think a place is legitimately haunted 
  22. Open a kick ass haunted house and make a ton of money 
  23. Become the best special effects artist ever and make a ton of money
  24. Become the most amazing magician ever and make a ton of money
  25. Cheat on an exam by A. Creating a clone to take the test B. Having the original me stand behind the smartest kid in class while invisible C. Having my clone copy answers from the smartest kid in class 
  26. Be the best voice imitator ever
  27. Imitate the voices of people I don’t like and make them say stupid shit
  28. Be the best singer ever because I change my voice to sound like anyone and hit any note
  29. Memorize a piece of music and then pretend to play it on an instrument
  30. Actually learn a piece of music and then use my illusions to make it sound slightly better
  31. Summon a clone and then have a discussion/argument with myself 
  32. Mute annoying people (if I can create the illusion of sound I can probably create the illusion of silence) 
  33. Reenact entire movie sequences to a T
  34. Bring cartoon characters to life 
  35. Make people question whether reality is real or not
  36. Start an urban legend or perpetuate an urban legend
  37. Fake my own death and then show up to my own funeral 
  38. Make money and then buy stuff with it (like I said exercise in creativity not morality) 
  39. Become the best spy ever 
  40. Make an area seem cleaner than it actually is
  41. Sneak into movies 
  42. Be the master of pranks
  43. Create the illusion of an army and then storm a place (also works for protests)
  44. Carry around contraband items by making them look like something else
  45. Always pass room inspections
  46. Make yourself seem older or younger than you actually are  
  47. Create an imaginary friend that isn’t invisible 
  48. Make something appear to spontaneously combust 
  49. Start a fight between friends by either pretending to be one of them or doing the whole invisible thing (be invisible, do something, wait for one person to blame the other, repeat until they’re fighting one another)
  50. Throw random glitter and confetti into the air 

Edit: Oh forgot one, create 3d models to help visualize what you’re trying to create with an artistic medium (ie you need to draw the dragon you see in your head, make an illusion of the dragon in your head and then draw it) 

Define Dancing

ya boi finally wrote some fluff! 

I was listening to the wall-e soundtrack and got inspired. Loosely based around the dancing scene in wall-e, but not entirely.

Summary: Roman realizes just how over-worked Logan is and decides to take him on an adventure. Logince/ RoLo

Knock, knock, knock.

Three loud knocks echoed their way through Logan’s room, through the soft piano music playing through his headphones, and a call a moment later: “Logan?” He didn’t look up from the notes on the desk in front of him, didn’t respond beyond a grunt as he scanned lines and lines of theories and possibilities with tired eyes, didn’t stir as the door opened and someone made their way inside.

“What have you been doing in here, specs?” Roman asked, striding up to him with one eyebrow raised, his arms crossed over his chest, his voice filled with his own special boisterous kind of concern. “We haven’t seen you all day — and, dare I say it, I believe we’ve missed your nerdy ramblings.”

Logan didn’t respond beyond a nod towards his work, reaching up to readjust his glasses as his mind untangled a particularly difficult equation. The desk in front of him was cluttered, covered in papers and pens and books and all manner of nerdy things — everything that he needed to work through one of Thomas’ problems, to finally find a solution.

Roman made a dissatisfied noise, annoyed at the lack of response. He shifted from one foot to the other, leaning over Logan’s shoulder to gaze at the pile of notes. “Is this what you’ve been working on all day?” he asked, craning his neck to look at Logan’s face. His eyes narrowed; slowly, he straightened up, and Logan could feel his glare on the back of his neck.

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Changes (Simple Acts)

This is a snippet for something I am working on. This once again has not been released yet. I'm hoping this will get the creative juices flowing. Hopefully you like it.


             Draco took a deep breath as he looked to his hands, hoping they weren’t as shaky as they looked. Merlin. This was not a conversation he ever thought he would be having. Nor was it one he ever wanted to have.

                The atmosphere was tense but that was probably coming more from him than it was Granger. Part of him wished he had done this with Harry but this wasn’t his boyfriend’s battle, it was his. It was Draco’s personal battle with himself and this needed to be said without help or interference.

                Hermione peered at Malfoy curiously. She had never seen him look quite like this. It was obvious that he was nervous or upset. Which was intriguing on its own. If things were different, she might even be amused.

                “Admitting when you are wrong is far harder than it should be.” Draco whispered, still not meeting her eyes. “No one wants to be wrong. It’s easy to be right, easy to let your own ego get bigger with each vindicated situation.”

                “And when you are wrong?” Hermione wondered curiously, tilting her head to the side.

                “Then you get knocked off a perceived pedestal and nothing makes sense anymore.” Draco looked up and noticed that she didn’t look upset or even angry. Which in a way made it worse. She should be angry. If things were reversed, he would’ve hexed her long before allowing her to speak. He will never understand the mindset of nice people. They just didn’t make sense.

                “My whole life I have been raised to think one way. There was only one set path and punishments were harsh if I strayed from the beliefs being taught to me.” Draco admitted, finding the strength to look her in the eyes.

                “That sounds like an excuse and I suppose in the beginning it could be used as one. You can only blame your parents for so long. There’s only so much blame that can be cast at others before you are the only one standing left. I can blame them for their lessons, I can blame them for their absences, I can blame them for teaching me everything I shouldn’t be. I can blame them for telling me who I should be and even for their punishments. But what I can’t blame them for, is my choice to go with it.” Draco shook his head as his own mind wanted to argue and defend himself but sometimes, vulnerability speaks louder.

                “As a small child, I always felt as if something was off with some of their logic. If I had been born a muggle or a muggleborn, then people like my parents would have written me off. Even if nothing else but my status had been changed, I still would have been looked down at. That’s a privilege that shouldn’t exist. Someone shouldn’t be sneered at for something that is out of their control.” He looked into Granger’s narrowed eyes and sighed heavily.

                “Granger, there is nothing wrong with being brought up in the muggle world. There is nothing wrong with wanting to learn all you can about the wizarding world. There is nothing wrong with being a muggleborn. There is nothing wrong with who you are.” Draco paused as he looked away. “And I’m sorry that I ever made you feel otherwise.”

                Hermione took in a shaky breath as she looked to the ceiling. An apology. That wasn’t entirely what she thought this conversation would be like. She had assumed that if she had ever received one from Malfoy, that it would be at Harry’s insistence and it wouldn’t be meaningful. But this? This was different. This felt real, and that scared her. Because if this was real, then she would have to let go of all this anger towards Malfoy and that, that was hard.

                “Did you know that in the muggle world, there are people who look down on me because of my skin color?”

                Draco furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why would they do that? That’s silly.”

                “I agree.” Hermione shook her head at the prejudices in both worlds that she can’t seem to run away from. “It isn’t as if I can control what I look like.” She could see the moment it clicked and made sense. Hermione watched Malfoy’s face fall slightly.

                “And to think that wizards seem to think they are better than muggles.” Draco shook his head as he tried to understand what Granger was feeling. Because that would be hard to bear.

                “It’s not all muggles that look at me like that. Just as it’s not all wizards that treat me bad.” Hermione began, folding her hands to her stomach. “But it’s enough to make self-doubt creep up and hateful whispers to make me wish that I was normal.” Her voice cracked.

                “It took a long time to realize that I am normal. That it doesn’t matter what I look like on the outside or what status I was born into. I am proud of who I am. I proud of this.” She raised one of her hands, gesturing to her skin.

                “Proud of the color that others use to define my worth. Proud of being a muggleborn. I am proud of my parents and proud that they are muggles. I wouldn’t change a single thing, because I love who I am. And that’s with the knowledge of the prejudice I face.” Hermione looked towards Malfoy and was thankful not to see any pity.

                “I thought that the wizarding world would be different. I noticed as I read my books, that there didn’t seem to be the same prejudice of the muggle world. I saw equal opportunities with those of different skin colors and I was happy. But then, I was fucking blind sighted by the prejudice against my blood status. Once again, I was treated as a second-class citizen. Someone who wasn’t worth giving a shot to. Someone who was seen as beneath others.” She clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes. Fighting the bitter sting of tears.

                “It’s not fair. Why can’t I just be looked at on my own merits? Why can’t someone dislike me for something I have done and not the things I can’t change? Why? Why is the world like this? The prejudice of both worlds led to a horrible feeling of not belonging anywhere. I just want to be Hermione Granger. A witch and a human. I want that to be what they notice when they see me. I want to be judged properly and not with a closed mind. I just want to be treated like everyone else. Is that so wrong?”

                Draco breathed out a little shakily, not liking her tears. He didn’t know how to comfort anyone very well. He had only ever comforted Harry before. This was out of his element.

                “Can I just ask why?” Hermione asked, opening her eyes and blinking through the tears. “What is it that makes purebloods dislike muggleborns? Is it just because my parents are muggles?”

                That had Draco wincing. “There’s a few things that lead to their opinions but none of it excuses making someone else feel inferior.” He began, not noticing the slight smile she released as he looked to his hands, wondering if explaining this would be a good idea.


This will go into my next instalment of this series, once I am done writing this. Hopefully, you liked it and will give it a shot.

meghanrose1992  asked:

Can you write a fix where chuck torments Betty during homecoming while jughead is getting punch, and she digs her fingers into her hands so hard that she gets blood on her dress, you can take it from there cause I'm not creative enough 😂❤️❤️

Oof! That’s a Good one!

Betty stood on her tip toes, peering over her classmates as she searched for her boyfriend. The DJ had just started a familiar, upbeat song and it seemed all of Riverdale high had simultaneously stepped foot on the dance floor, dragging her in the center as the crowd got tighter. Jughead had gone for punch right before the highschool stampede took place and she was struggling to locate the beanie wearing boy.

Suddenly she felt hands grab her by the shoulders and pull her even further into the center, when those hands dropped to her waist and pulled her tighter against its body she looked up smiling, expecting to see her silly boyfriend partaking in the oddball, social normality of a fast dance. Who she came face to face with though, was most definitely not her boyfriend.

“Whats a matter Betty? Don’t tell me you weren’t looking for me.” Chuck Clayton smirked as the grip he had on her hips tightened. Wide eyed and terrified Betty dropped her arms to her sides, digging her fingernails into her palms as she stood frozen in front of him.

“Let me go Chuck.” She whispered, her eyes frantic.

The dark skinned boy laughed and pushed her even closer to him.
“Come on Betty, you didn’t have a problem getting close to me that night in the hot tub, don’t be a tease. Come on, where’s Polly? Why don’t you let her come to play?” His hands shifted lower as they skimmed her bottom. She was trapped, she couldn’t move, too many people. Where was Jughead?

Suddenly she felt herself being pulled away only to find herself in the arms of her best friend, Veronica was shouting something in Spanish while Archie had Chuck by the collar, it was absolute chaos and she felt the tension rise as the rest of the students caught wind of what was going on.

Pulling herself out of Veronica’s arms, Betty ran, picking up the bottom of her dress and heading for the hallway. It was too crowded, she couldn’t breathe, the walls were closing in on her and she needed to get out.

Dropping herself against the wall Betty put her hands on her knees, finally seeing the bloody handprints she had left on her dress. Oh god, they were Taunting her. The marks seemed to scream “ You’re weak, look at you, you’re pathetic.”

Suddenly she heard the door slam open and when she looked up she saw her boyfriend racing towards her, his own lip bleeding. What had he done?

“Betty?” He called towards her figure, his shoulders slumping in relief as he bent down beside her and held her chin in his hands.
“You’re okay Juliet, you’re okay.”

She fell against him, pent up sobs and hiccups muffled against his suit jacket.
“Juggie…” she whimpered.

Jughead squeezed her even tighter
“He can’t hurt you, he’s gone. I’m so sorry, I lost you in the crowd, I was looking for you but there were so many people, Veronica told me what happened. It isn’t your fault. You were scared.” He whispered quickly, his hands moving to run over her back as hers lay limp beside her.

“My dress.” She whispered, causing him to pull away and look her over,

He placed a kiss to her forehead and smiled
“I like it, totally Avante garde. Breakfast at Tiffanys meets Nightmare on Elm street.”

He smiled when he heard her giggle. She touched his bloody lip and frowned.
“Don’t worry” Jughead whispered “you should see the other guy.” He winked

Betty rolled her eyes with a smile and pressed a butterfly kiss to his busted lip as he held her hands in his grasp.

“Come on then, a dress that cool deserves to be seen by the world. And by the world I mean a lovely booth at Pop Tate’s, strawberry milkshake on me.” He helped her stand and tucked her into his side

“You got it Romeo.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can you tell me at all how wotan, woden and odin differ? are they different aspects of the same god? Are they separate entities? If so, how do they differ? UPG and/or Historical context please! Sorry if you can't answer this, i just know you and the old man share a whiskey from time to time! If you can't could anyone help? i'm just confused a little. Thanks.

This crops up in Heathen circles again and again, so let me state something right out of the gate as it were: I reckon it’s far better to develop a personal relationship, and form cultus around this particular god-complex, than achieve some sort of theological dogma.

That said, one needs to know which angle to a approach things, so here’s my take. 

All the godnames you mention seem to descend from a theorised Proto-Indo-European root,  *Wodanaz. This appears to emerge from the PIE root *wet- (1) “to blow; inspire, spiritually arouse.” See also:

wood (adj.) "violently insane” (now obsolete), from Old English wod “mad, frenzied,” from Proto-Germanic *woda- (source also of Gothic woþs “possessed, mad,” Old High German wuot “mad, madness,” German wut “rage, fury”), from PIE *wet- (1) “to blow; inspire, spiritually arouse;” source of Latin vates “seer, poet,” Old Irish faith “poet;” “with a common element of mental excitement”. Compare Old English woþ “sound, melody, song,” Old Norse oðr “poetry,” and the god-name Odin.

vates (n.) 1620s, “poet or bard,” specifically “Celtic divinely inspired poet” (1728), from Latin vates “sooth-sayer, prophet, seer,” from a Celtic source akin to Old Irish faith “poet,” Welsh gwawd “poem,” from PIE root *wet- (1) “to blow; inspire, spiritually arouse”      

Or as 11th century Adam of Bremen puts it: “Wodan id est furor.” (Wodan, that is ”frenzy/fury”.

Notice that the common element is inspiration as well, and that inspiration has its own links with breath:

inspiration (n.)c. 1300, “immediate influence of God or a god,” especially that under which the holy books were written, from Old French inspiracion “inhaling, breathing in; inspiration” (13c.), from Late Latin inspirationem (nominative inspiratio), noun of action from past participle stem of Latin inspirare “blow into, breathe upon,” figuratively “inspire, excite, inflame,” from in- “in” (from PIE root *en “in”) + spirare “to breathe” (see spirit (n.)). And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. [Genesis ii.7]The sense evolution seems to be from “breathe into” to “infuse animation or influence,” thus “affect, rouse, guide or control,” especially by divine influence. Inspire (v.) in Middle English also was used to mean “breath or put life or spirit into the human body; impart reason to a human soul.

Tie this in with the Eddic tale of Odin and co breathing into driftwood to make humanity, and it’s obvious that on some level, that particular myth has ancient roots.

But what about say, Wotan, Woden, Wodan, Guodan etc?

Well, each of these are regional names for one who has mastered the phenomenon I will call, for ease, the wodh. The furious onrush, the terrible ecstasy which renders one beside oneself, makes one possessed and obsessed, beyond the ordinary state of mind.

This fury, this onrush, may be experienced in battle, in dance, in creative states, within religious rites. It may drive one to acts and experiences which place one within the realm of madness and death, and if one is not able to master it, may drive one irrevocably insane, may lead to what Herakleitos (potentially via Plutarch) mentioned regarding the Sibyl:

“And the Sibyl, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with her voice, thanks to the god in her.”    

(Another translation has mirthless as “things not to be laughed at.”)

As to which Sibyl this refers, we don’t know, but the ancient Greeks used the word to refer to oracular priestesses or seers. Meanwhile, the Eddas mention  vǫlur - wandering female oracles (and probably akin witches in modern parlance, in some senses) and Odin not only calls up a dead one to give us Voluspa, but is accused by Loki as living-as and dancing with witches on the isle of Samsey. Add in the note about Odin learning seidr from Freya, and it’s very suggestive regarding the Norse form of the Master of Wodh.

We have little historical data regarding the other names - Woden appears in the Anglo Saxon Nine Herbs Charm  suggesting his role as a magician, or healer, while the Continental Germanic names have only sparse references.

How a hierophany - or manifestation of the sacred - occurs, is very much about “set and setting”. That’s to say, what ideas we bring with us, and the environment in which it occurs. Norse settlers in England named areas in reference to their gods - but the Britons would have had different names, possibly related to their gods.

Thus, as we find all over Britain, just as the Romans raised temples to local gods now known by Roman names, the experience, the phenomenon comes first. The name comes during or after.

Just as my Old Man may differ slightly from say, @transistorxiii‘s experiences,  (sorry for picking you out, friend!) there’s enough commonalities that we can say it’s very probable we’re experiencing the same being. Those commonalities arise as phenomena, as experience - and out of that constellation of experience comes the sense of the god. See my post here for more.

The commonality in all the names above is the fury and its mastery. But how that manifested environmentally, linguistically and culturally? That’s probably full of commonalities and differences.
Are they the same being though? Yes, no, and maybe. It all depends what you regard as the thing that makes an individual being a separate entity. For me, they are different-but-the-same. All are accompanied by the onrush. All are masks the Old Man likes to wear, but even his Old-Man-ness is a mask which each might wear. 

Perhaps this isn’t much of an answer, and if so, I apologise. Nevertheless, it’s the only one I have. That, and telling you to breathe. and seek the onrush, the wordless storm of experience which inspires all language, all coming-together-and-breaking-apart, all fury and magic and song. 

Anonymous said:

I love your art work/creative character designs but I’m kinda bummed out that all the characters that you, ———, ———-, ———– & etc are designing and posting are all Anglo-centric. Like I see more animals and fantasy creatures than I’ve seen POC and especially WOC. When y'all are creating these show pitches and cool ideas, it hurts that the most progressive creative minds I have seen in my life and follow are ignoring non-white people 

Hi! Sorry I didn’t answer your ask directly, but you named several ladies in animation that I currently work with or have worked with in the past, and while I can answer this question for myself, I’m not comfortable participating in a call-out post for other people. If you want to know their opinions, please ask them yourself! However, if I get another question like this calling out other people by name, I will delete it.

Anyway: Being biracial myself, racial diversity is a topic that is important to me. I try to look for opportunities to include non-white characters wherever possible, but representation within my own work is certainly not perfect and could always use improvement.

There are a couple areas where including POC becomes difficult: Three of the main characters of my comic The Glass Scientists are based on English Victorian novels: Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, and Dr. Frankenstein. Those characters are … white in almost every incarnation that exists, and it seemed like in the specific case of these very iconic characters, I should have a thoughtful, motivated reason for altering their race, and at the time I created the comic, I couldn’t come up with one. And now it’s two years in and it’s kinda too late to change that! 

There’s an argument to be made of, “Why did you choose to base characters off of these very very English stories?” but I’ve loved Jekyll and Hyde and Frankenstein since I was in highschool, and I can’t really choose which stories I have super emotional lifelong bonds with. (Also my fondness for English literature came from my Japanese-American mom, so…. talk to her about it, I guess?) 

It’s not ideal, but I did try to make the comic’s secondary cast diverse as possible–notably Dr. Lanyon and Rachel (I specifically decided that Jasper should be white to avoid making Jekyll too much of a white savior, given that Jasper spends most of the current run of the story worshipping the ground Jekyll stands on). The Lodgers are also fairly diverse, although they are not as fully developed as Lanyon or Rachel.

Clara (who is from a separate story) is … a more complicated situation. She is the only character I’ve created who is very intentionally coded as white for reasons that um, I’m not comfortable stating publicly so long as I’m attempting to pitch it. She plays costar to another character, Haruki, who is coded as half-Japanese and is more directly based on my?? personal experience?? of race?? He’s a somewhat more subtle and VERY personal character, and it’s harder to sum him up in simple drawings like I can with Clara. 

Honestly this entire pitch is very anxiety-inducing to me, and it’s taken a really long time to work up the courage to post all of two pictures of Clara, my broadest and silliest character. I plan to post Haruki but honestly I’m afraid he wouldn’t receive such a positive response, and that could really put a damper on my enthusiasm for the project at this point in time. 

If it helps, most of the personal art I’ve drawn this month have been self-portraits. I’m sorry if I’m not drawing myself looking, um, “Asian-y” enough for it to count, but I am in fact not 100% white, so I hope that counts for something.

anonymous asked:

Hey Bee, I'm just feeling really crummy and worthless- like nothing I do is enough. And had an argument with my family that makes me feel like they think the same. So I came to your blog for a smile. Thanks for such a lovely blog. I was thinking that the things I'm going through sound like something shy!sid might also have gone through. If that sparks any creativity in you or the other anons that would rock

I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way!!! :(( I know that feeling and it’s definitely really rough. Here’s some shy sidney, if that helps a little:

Sidney doesn’t date. Spending effort to go out to impress a guy who may or may not be as interested in him in the end is draining, and Sidney’s been on enough awkward encounters to kill enough of his self-esteem. He likes his routines a certain way, he likes quiet Friday nights to himself at the rink, when all the players are gone and he can practice without the memories of the terrifying jeers and boys trying to break his neck surging back. He likes the stability of knowing the sameness of his schedule.

Sidney had a long term boyfriend before, and his parents made such a big fuss about it, telling Sidney how happy they were that Sidney found such a nice person. And he was nice. Nice enough before finally throwing in the towel and saying, kindly but quite honestly, “I can’t imagine living with you forever. You’re…boring.” It’d hurt more than any hockey injury, because exactly a month ago, the same man had held him close and told him warmly, “I love how there’s no surprises with you. You’re one in a million, Sid.”

Sidney believed him.

His parents ask him why his boyfriend isn’t coming over for Christmas, and Sidney tells them why, hoping the Skype call would conceal his throaty voice.

“Well, he’s not…wrong,” his father says.

Without hockey, Sidney’s always been less than enough for his father. It stings just a bit more today to hear it.

“Troy!” his mother says, smacking him on the arm before turning to Sidney. “He wasn’t worth your time, sweetheart.”

(He doesn’t tell his parents about his later boyfriends, or lack thereof, anymore.)

He keeps himself busy with work, running to and fro to keep things running in the Pens PR team, making calls and not thinking of much at all. Retweeting the player’s Cup days when he’s bored (it’s intern work, but Sarah had called in sick that week) and staring at happy families gathered around the Stanley Cup. Evgeni Malkin, the team’s captain, holds up the Cup triumphantly in one photo. There’s real penguins waddling around, flowers and streams and expensive champagne along the table, and so, so many people, all the people who love and adore Geno. A beautiful woman kisses Geno’s cheek in another photo, and Geno looks so happy.

Sidney is a little bit in love with Geno. Geno always puts on a big smile for Sidney’s cameras, strikes a silly pose and points in his direction so Sidney’s little team always gets the perfect shot. He always stays to chat with Sidney after he showers and changes out of his sweaty jersey, if Geno can find him, asking cheekily, “You see hat trick? Do for you.” And Sidney would laugh that embarrassing honking noise and tell Geno’s that he’s so full of shit when really his heart is bursting with hope.

“Have to go out with team now, you come too?” Geno asks. “Celebrate?”

“I have work left to do, have to go home,” Sidney says. It’s a Friday night. “I really can’t.”

“One day I’m find your house, make you go with us,” Geno teases, grinning. For a moment, Sidney dreams of Geno coming to his house and saying sheepishly, ‘I’m keep you company? I’m little bit tired tonight, maybe we keep talk.’ It makes Sidney’s chest flutter, but then Geno adds, “Know you really not that boring!”

And that’s all it comes down to. They’re different people, after all. Maybe Sidney’s just in love with an idea of Geno. Maybe Geno had just been amusing Sidney when Sidney ramble-mocks the latest bizarre concept he saw on the History channel, telling him, “No, no, is interesting. I’m want to know. Keep going.” It’s not the first time he’s been lied to. Maybe Sidney had just become so unwittingly lonely that anyone who could stand him for more than five minutes would do.

“Geno, the rookies say they’re going to find you someone tonight for sure!” someone yells. “Hurry the fuck up!”

Sidney smiles tightly. “Good night, Geno. Great job out there.”

He leaves, down the hallway, and Geno doesn’t stop him.

He ends up staying at the rink until he’s sure that everyone else is gone.

He skates until his knees hurt. And practices.

And practices.

And practices.

And practices.


He’s getting ready to go home for real when Geno’s voice says from behind, “You lie about go home.”

Sidney whips around. Geno’s in skates too, gliding over slowly.

“You didn’t go out,” Sidney says.

Geno shrugs. “You play good,” Geno says. “Really good. I watch.”

“Oh.” Sidney fiddles with his stick and pushes at the puck a little. “I used to play.”

“You not play anymore?”

“Not with people.”


Sidney bites his lip.

“Why?” Geno asks, again.

“I like boys,” Sidney says, looking at the ground. Might as well break his own heart completely, there and then, so he stops hoping for something so impossible and dumb. “Got my leg broken by someone in peewee. Mom got scared.” He exhales through his nose, as quietly as possible. “I got scared.”

Geno doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sidney can feel the tears welling up already.  

“Hey, I should go home,” Sidney starts.

Geno reaches out a little. “Wait.”

Sidney waits.

“We practice? Little bit?” Geno asks. “More fun two people.”

“I’m really tired,” Sidney says.

“Next time?”

“Maybe,” Sidney says. “I don’t know.”

Geno shuffles a bit. “You want eat? Know great place nearby. I’m treat.”

Sidney could eat. He braves a smile. “I have to warn you, though, I’m really as boring as you think I am. I just watched an entire season of Planet Earth, so you’re going to be hearing a lot of that.”

“You not boring,” Geno says, sounding pained as he shakes his head so earnestly. He covers Sidney’s hand that’s resting on the stick with his. “You kind of amazing.”

Geno’s hand is warm and gentle against his, and Sidney doesn’t pull away.

It’s kind of amazing.

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm not sure if this is really what this blog is for, but I'm a young girl and I'm struggling a LOT with body image issues. My family hasn't been much help, making fat jokes about others. I'm looking at other girls around me to see that I'm doing fine, but they're all skinnier and stronger than I am. I've recently been not eating(just a few meals here and there, I'm trying to keep it under control) and I'm just worried. Are there any safe ways to lose weight and gain muscle? Please help!

Omg hi!!! I’m a certified personal trainer and a body-positive feminist who wants more than anything to help other women and girls love themselves so I really appreciate you asking for my advice on this!!

First of all:

Body image issues are never just about your body. Everyone has insecurities, and our culture teaches women and girls to project all those insecurities onto their own bodies. How many huge companies would go out of business immediately if all women decided they loved their bodies? Exactly.

You’re a smart, strong, creative, beautiful person, too smart to let patriarchy ruin the most sacred relationship you have - your relationship with your body.

And also, I know loving your body is so much easier said than done. Because the insecurities hiding behind body hatred are real. You might be feeling insecure about your place in the world (sooooooo many people feel this way too), and/or specifically insecure about your social experiences (also very common)… Whatever your true insecurities are, I promise so many other people are struggling with the exact same feelings. You are not alone. If there is an adult you can talk to, it can really help. At the very least, take some time to yourself, listen to music you like, and journal about your feelings and where they could be coming from… Also, just journaling in general can be so healing and helpful. You are not body insecurities. You are so much more. Get to know all those parts of yourself.

As for your family members making nasty comments… People who look down on other people do that because they feel so insecure and awful they feel they need to put others down to feel better. It’s really hard to grow up with that negativity, but remember that you have the potential to be stronger, wiser, kinder, and happier. You can be happier than your family members. You can be happier than the people you’re currently surrounded by. Because all you need to feel peaceful happiness is self-love. And the fact that you’re messaging me now about this indicates to me that you’re ready to start loving yourself.

As for the cutting back on meals, I want so badly to give you a massive hug, and then magically telepathically communicate to you how important it is for your growing body to get enough calories and nutrients. I promise you that eating less is absolutely not the answer. Starting to eat less at the age you are will only lead down 1 path, a path full of sadness and pain. It is so important that you understand this, so I’m repeating it: Eating less is not the answer.

Health, and body-love/self-love, is connected to eating nutritious food (lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, protein, and whole grains like whole wheat bread and brown rice) and moving your body in ways you enjoy.

Happiness is not in numbers. There is no number great enough to give you happiness. You have to make happiness for yourself, by loving yourself. And your body is part of you

As for getting stronger, I love working out at home and there are 2 instructors on Youtube who are absolute amazeballs:

Yoga With Adriene - the sweetest and most knowledgeable yoga instructor I’ve ever seen

Blogilates - literally if a Disney princess was a pilates instructor

Their videos are beautiful and lovely and really fun to do and they seriously work. They’re basically my favorite way to get stronger for free.

I really hope you’re able to see this post and that it helps you on your self-love journey

imaginarydragonling  asked:

Hi, I just only found your blog and even after only a few minutes of scrolling, I'm a fan! Your answers the asks are incredibly detailed and I find the examples you give particularly helpful! So, firstly, thank you so much for the work that you do! Secondly, heh do you have any advice for pacing or how to pace a story? I find myself very detailed orientated and can tend to 'info dump' or get caught up in explaining a person's thoughts/feelings/backstory. Any tips on how to keep myself on track?

Thanks so much for those compliments! I’m lucky to have just enough free time to be able to give my asks thorough answers. I tend to read them the moment I get them, but then let them stew in my mind for at least a few hours so I don’t get caught up in the moment and leave something out. It’s a slow process, but I do what I can do!

I feel your question very personally because I struggled with that exact same thing. I remember my first story attempt and how I was so concerned with small details (even what characters were eating!) that it ruined the pacing and made the story kind of hard to find. It’s an interesting boat to be in because it’s kind of impossible to turn off your ‘writer’s detail bias’, which is what I call how knowing everything about a story bogs up getting it on paper. It’s like you have to strain out the correct details, and that alone can get very tiring very quickly!I’m going to start with this generic graph showing the general pace of a story. Your question deals with a more specific type of pacing, but I find that it sometimes helps to start with an overview:

Notice how there are defined events spaced up the climax, it’s not just a general growing tension. Those defined events help create interest by showing that some things CAN get resolved and challenge the characters beyond the main story. Those defined events don’t have to be subplots, but can be obstacles and other hindrances to the plot.This relates to your question because individual scenes are almost like entire plots of their own and there needs to be a mix of story, characterization, and information that is presented to the reader in a balanced way. To monitor your desire to info dump, I’d try and filter the information by asking “is this necessary to understand this PARTICULAR scene?”.

A more specific way, beyond scene comprehension, is to take a look at HOW you’re giving the info. When a character walks into a room, they don’t remember everything at once. Instead, it’s an interactive process of exposition and backstory that will keep readers interested, and a subconscious form of it is found in real life. For example, I just got a new desk phone at work, but that didn’t come to the front of my mind until I SAW the phone in my office and remembered that I wanted to move it to the left side of my computer. I didn’t walk into the building thinking “oh I need to move that phone” and about all the other things I needed to do, and if a character were to be thinking that so blatantly before the scene reminder then that phone-moving event should either be plot-relevant or character-revealing.

Add exposition as it becomes relevant, don’t ‘prologue’ your scenes with introductions.Getting caught up in character thought can be an issue of needing to push a “show” more than “tell”. I get it, you want your readers to know your character, and maybe they’re just a naturally introspective person. It happens. But you can describe a reaction beyond narrating internal thoughts, which is often more interesting to read and helps cut out part of being stuck in a character’s head. Action is always more interesting than introspection, and you can show that a character was thinking about an event by having their actions change because of it. Yes, a bit of introspection is okay, but even that needs to be context-relevant.

Beta readers are also good for figuring out what is ‘interesting’ pacing, I’d just look for more than one because different people have different opinions. A fresh mind with no experience with your story may be able to pick out the places where it starts to drag because of exposition or other reasons.

Hope that helps, and good luck with your work!

anonymous asked:

adena actually does start a new project starring kat (i'm not creative enough to come up w what that project could be so i'll be that in your capable hands), and kat's reaction when adena shows her the proofs

Kat is sitting cross-legged in bed, comfortable in a soft gray t-shirt and cotton panties while she sips at her coffee, when Adena walks back over to the bed with her own mug.

Kat sets down her drink and reaches her hand out for Adena, pulling her toward the warmth and comfort of the duvet.

“Wait,” she says, smiling when Kat pouts and tugs at her shirt. “Can I get my camera and take your picture?”

“Right now?”

She looks down at herself and then gives Adena a look, knowing her curls are all over the place and her face is still free of make-up.


Adena looks so happy and excited that it’s impossible to say no.

She’s on the other side of the room, getting her camera, when Kat says, “These better be just for you.”

“I promise.”


“Can I show you something?”

Adena is nervously holding her laptop and Kat frowns, patting the spot on the sofa next to her. “Of course. Everything okay?”

“Yes. I, ah, I may have found some inspiration for a new photo series.”

Kat’s eyes light up, suddenly excited. “Are you gonna show me?”

Adena stares for several seconds, biting at her lip, and then sits down, handing over her laptop without a word.

There are three images in black and white, lined up together on the screen, and her breath catches.


“I know. I know I promised they were just for me. And they can be. I don’t have to share them with anyone.”

All three of the pictures are of Kat, from that morning in bed a few days ago. In the first picture, her face is relaxed, eyes smiling and legs crossed in front of her on the bed. In the next, her head is tipped back, laughing, from when Adena had made a joke and distracted her. In the last, she is laying down, hair splayed out on the bed around her face while she looks into the camera with quiet intensity.

She knows exactly the moment that Adena took this one. She’d kneeled over her, knees on either side of her hips, and Kat had forgotten the camera entirely, too focused on the passion and affection in Adena’s eyes.

“These are…these are so beautiful.”

She doesn’t know that she’s ever seen Adena look this vulnerable, giving Kat a soft smile and saying, “You like them?”

Kat holds her face, brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear. “I love them. Thank you for sharing them with me.”

Adena smiles, full and genuine, and Kat kisses her, just because she can, laptop trapped between them.