and i hope i'll do a second part of this soon ;)

quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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"but I don't even have a grave... " "It's okay. I'll make one for you"

Happy Birthday messedupmoon!



“Where were you buried, Phantom?”

Danny nearly dropped the thermos that held the most recently captured ghost, Box Ghost on the sidewalk next to the Fenton Works “Wait, what?”

Jack Fenton, as per usual, missed the actual question. “Maddie wanted to know where you were buried,”

Danny clipped the thermos back on his belt to empty later “no, no, I mean,” Danny looked at his parents curiously “Why do you want to know?”

Maddie looked over to her husband “It was really Jack’s idea,”

Jack shrugged “It’s our anniversary!”

Danny blinked “ok… now I’m really confused.”

“Our anniversary since we made the truce! Since we, ya know, stopped… hunting you.”

Danny squirmed a bit at that “oh.”

Danny’s eyes widen as his mom, or Maddie got a bouquet of flowers out of no-where. “So, we got these for your grave.”

At a last-ditch effort to change the subject, Danny coughed “Um, yeah, well” He lowered the bouquet “I didn’t get you guys anything. So, it’s, um, only fair if I don’t get anything.” He drifted a few feet back “so… yeah.”

Maddie scoffed “you didn’t need to get us anything, it’s not like it was a part of the truce.”

“I- uh…” Danny took a deep breath “look, the truth is, I just… I just don’t have one, ok? I- those flowers… it was a really nice gesture, but I don’t even have a grave to put them with. Save your gifts for someone who was actually buried.”

Both parents were very silent. Danny, with nothing more to say, flew away as quick as possible.




“For a guy who took down millionaires, ghost of ancient yore and unspeakable horrors, you are one hell of a chicken.” Wes huffed.

Danny dragged his face across his hands and slumped down on Wes’s navy-blue bed “I knnnoooww

Wes then walked over and plopped next to Danny then leaned against him “So, why haven’t you told them yet?”

“Um, force of habit?”

Wes cut him a sharp look.

Danny sighed “I don’t know, I mean, sure. My parents aren’t trying to hunt me down for science. And that’s great! And I don’t want to tempt fate but…”

Wes was the one who finished the sentence “But you’re still terrified of them?”

Danny reached for Wes’s hand and squeezed. “… yes.”

“Danny, your parents hunted you down for sport and science, you don’t forget something like that too easily.”

Danny nodded “True. But I don’t see many options of morally telling them I’m dead and not feel guilty about it.”

Wes snorted “Danny, dude. They used to try to kill you. I think you’re ‘morally excused’ for lying to them to feel some sense of safety.”

Danny pause “good point.”

Wes hummed in agreement.

Suddenly Danny’s eyes widen as he jumped off the bed “Aw crap.”

Wes, because of the lack of support, fell on his side. “What? What!”

Danny quickly transformed into Phantom “I forgot to release the ghost box into the portal!”

Before Wes could respond Danny opened the window and jumped out.

Wes gave a small playful smile “freak’en, drama queen.”

Danny hovered up the window and gave him finger-guns “you know it.” Then shot off.

The town went off as a blur.

Within seconds, he was back at Fenton Works and eased through the bricks like butter. The familiar smell of singed ectoplasm invaded is nose as soon as he came into the house. He then drifted through the floors until he reached the basement.

As quickly as he could, he emptied the Thermos. Danny could swear that he heard a soft “beware!” before the toxic green vortex swallowed him.

“Hello, Phantom.”

Danny shot up another five feet until he realized who it was “ah, um, hello mo- Maddie. Didn’t uh, didn’t see you there…”

Maddie waved him over “C’mon. I got something to show you.”

Danny raised a brow “Ok… where?”

She began walking up the steps. “It’s in the middle of town square, nothing unfamiliar.”

Partly out of curiosity, partly out of amusement, Danny followed her.


Danny looked around “Is there something I’m supposed to be seeing here?“

Maddie pointed to the statue. “look around there.”

“Well, alright. I don’t see anything wrong with…” then, Danny spotted it.

The bouquet of flowers.

But that wasn’t just it. Next to it was stones painted with little pictures of him that looked like they were made with small unsteady hands. Along with it were a stack of letters and a larger stone with the word “PHANTOM” across it.

Danny suddenly began to blink faster and smeared his eyes. He also recognized that these weren’t his parents handwriting “Who…”

Somehow, Jack, despite his size, managed to appear out of nowhere. “That would be the kindergarteners work! Turns out, they were already working on this certain thing and could never find you. And heard about the no-grave-situation. So…” he gestured to it all “they did this!”

Maddie smiled “It was so cute too.” After they heard they said, ‘It’s okay. I’ll make one for you’ and that was that.”

No matter how hard Danny tried to smear his eyes, teardrops flowed down and followed the curves of his face. He wanted to say something, preferably thank you, but his throat felt like someone stuffed cotton in it.

Jack blinked “are you- are you crying? Ghosts do that?”

That sentence made the tear fall down harder and Danny’s vison blurred. For both Jack and Maddie, that was enough of an answer.

Both Jack and Maddie looked at each other unsure, Jack looked back to Danny “so… do you like it?”

Danny gave a warm laugh “I love it.”



Authors note: So, I saw that you were posting a lot of Danny X Wes ships so if that’s ok I decided to sprinkle some of that in. Also, I hope you like?

The Price of Gold

(a fantasy Percabeth royal!au) 

When Annabeth, desperate to help her family, is caught stealing from the imperial treasury by visiting Prince Perseus, she thinks her life is over. But after the guilty prince helps her escape, she soon becomes entangled in a complicated web of mystery, rebellion, and (worst of all) romance. One thing is for sure: her life will never be the same again.

This is only Chapter 1! This will be a multi-chapter. It’s my first attempt at a fantasy or a royal au, so I’m not sure it will be any good…but i hope you like it!

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Snow swirled serenely in the cold air, slowly fluttering down to kiss the white blanket already formed on the courtyard floor.

It almost doesn’t look real, Annabeth thought. It certainly didn’t feel real, because not even in her wildest dreams did she actually think she would have ended up attempting to steal from the imperial treasury. Is it even an attempt if I have the gold in my cloak?

She pulled her hood tighter over her head and continued to walk along the narrow terrace that lined the courtyard. Annabeth could see the large gates up ahead, where she would be able to climb over the fences and run for it. Piper wouldn’t be able to flirt with the guard for much longer; she didn’t have much time left.

Her heart was pounding as she focused ahead of her. The biting, frosty air had been a blessing; most of the guards were inside, and the few outside were more focused on building a fire than investigating any cloaked figures who might be roaming the castle. If Annabeth did get caught, she would simply claim to be part of the visiting Prince’s company. She had timed her heist perfectly.

Suddenly she heard voices from inside the walls. She froze, blood curdling, and desperately looked around. Annabeth had never wished she was a mage more than she did in this moment, wishing she could disappear.

She decided to run for it. She barrelled forward…just in time to collide head on with the man who emerged into the courtyard at that moment.

They both went sprawling backwards. Annabeth hit the stone slabs hard, hissing in pain as her fingers dragged along the cold ice. Too late, she realised the bag had fallen out of her cloak. Gold coins skittered along the icy floor.

The man in front of her quickly got back to his feet, helped by an assistant, two guards behind him. His eyes, a deep sea-green colour, raked over the gold coins on the ground. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“I’m part of the foreign Prince’s company,” she said determinedly. “I’m with Prince Perseus. If you’ll excuse me—“

The man stepped forward, and two guards behind him placed their hands on the hilt of their swords. Too late, Annabeth wondered why he had two guards. She realised her mistake.

“I don’t know you,” the man said softly, before glancing at the coins once more. He looked back. “Guards, arrest this woman. She shall come with me before the King.”

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you and shawn had met when you were sixteen. his career was just beginning to take flight, but he couldn’t resist direct messaging the pretty girl he had stumbled upon through twitter. truth be told, when you first met, you had no clue who “shawn mendes” was. nevertheless the two of you got to talking, and soon became inseparable. he would fly you out to wherever in the world he was whenever you were available, and you could almost always be found backstage at a weekend concert of his. although you had a celebrity boyfriend, your school work was still very important to you. throughout the hectic traveling and ridiculously early call times shawn had, you still managed to finish high school with a 4.0 GPA.

the summer after graduation, you joined shawn for the north american leg of the “illuminate world tour”. you knew you were to be attending college in washington, d.c. in the fall, so you hoped to make the most of what could be your last summer with shawn. as the weeks led up to the final show, you knew you had to make a decision. go back to the long distance, and virtual relationship you and shawn once knew? or end things after a beautiful summer of love and touring? your classes were starting in just a week. the thought of leaving shawn made your heart more than anything, but you needed to focus on school work.

shawn was on a high after his show in boston. it was the last american date of the tour, and he was excited to have a bit of time off. while you were happy for him, you knew it was time to force yourself to decide. being long distance with him was how you guys started, but it was also how you almost ended. the both of you often felt the stress that a long distance relationship can bring. though you didn’t want to leave him, those memories helped you decide that it would be for the best. you told andrew and geoff your decision, begging them to not let shawn know. they understood and helped you book a flight home secretly.

it was 5 o'clock in the morning when you departed the tour bus to get on a flight home. you had written shawn a note, professing your love and explaining your decision. you were positive he’d be able to see the drops of your tears on the scratch paper you’d used. with a final sigh you placed a small kiss onto his forehead and left the vehicle you’d known as home for the past three months. geoff drove you to the airport, silent sobs falling past your lips the whole ride there. geoff’s voice occasionally broke the silence, reminding you that you didn’t have to do this, that he could turn around and bring you back the second you said you wanted to. he didn’t know how many times you almost begged him to return you to shawn. but you always ended up closing your lips.

eventually you parted ways with geoff too. you knew shawn was most likely already awake, pacing around and trying to figure out ways to get you back. your fears were confirmed when you heard his ringtone play from your phone as you went through airport security. it broke your heart to let it ring out, but you knew you had to. simply silencing the device would’ve been too much for you. as you settled into your seat, you wondered what shawn thought of your letter. the words you had debated writing still tattooed into your mind.

dear, shawny,
i’ll be long gone once you read this. i tried for weeks to figure out how we would work once i went to washington. no solution was full proof and i couldn’t bare to leave you with a girlfriend who couldn’t be with you all the time. that’s why i’m flying home and ending us here. i’ll still listen to your music and buy your merch, i’ll never stop supporting you. i hope you find a girl in hollywood that can understand you better than i could. i love you and i am always yours.

pomrania  asked:

What if Kylo Ren tries to contact the spirit of Darth Vader, but instead he gets Count Dooku (who is Not Amused with the quality of darksiders these days) and can't banish him?

Now, he’d had his suspicions about the “ancient Sith ritual” as soon as he read the part about needing blood, but desperate times and desperate measures and all that. Kylo Ren let himself drift into a deep meditation and soon – perhaps a little sooner than he was ready for, he was ashamed to admit – the apparition appeared.

But something was wrong.

This was most certainly not the hulking figure of Darth Vader, nor was it the smaller but still strong – save for that moment of deplorable weakness on the second Death Star – figure of Anakin Skywalker. No indeed, this was someone that Kylo Ren had never seen before in his life.

There stood before him *a tall old man, beard neatly trimmed to match a white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of color about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered* as if in the path of some gust of wind.

“And what,” he said in a thunderous voice, “Pray tell, is this?”

Somewhat taken aback, Kylo cleared his throat and began, “I am Kylo Ren, master of the Knights of-” the apparition cut him off with an impatient gesture.

“I am well aware of who you are,” he said in a manner both courtly and contemptuous. “A long time have we watched this one,” he turned and spoke as if to the mists that surrounded them. “All his life has he looked away, to the past, to idolize some bizarre parody of a dead Sith who no longer warrants the name!” 
Turning then, he scowled at Ren, who found himself unusually disturbed by his very red eyes.

“I doubt, indeed, there was ever a moment when his mind was truly on where he was, and what he was doing! A practitioner of the Dark Side of the Force? You?” The man made a disgusted sound deep in his throat and waved his hand again. “In my day you would not have so much as been labeled “Dark Jedi”!”

“In…in your day?” Kylo asked, a little cautiously, “Will you tell me about your day, stranger?”

If anything, that seemed to enrage the spectre. “Stranger, says he? Stranger? To think there should come a day when a wielder of a lightsaber would not know Count Dooku when he saw him! But I suppose that knowledge was lost with the rise of Sidious.”

Kylo had a very vague memory of this name. His uncle had discovered a few old – barely functional – holocrons while poking around some archaeological sites on Coruscant. One had featured fencing tutorials with a “Master Dooku”. Uncle Luke had informed him, shortly afterwards, that the man had become an infamous Sith, though some of the records had been destroyed by the Empire. He’d evidently been someone quite important during the Clone Wars.

If memory served, Anakin Skywalker had killed him.

And now he was standing in front of Kylo Ren, and he was very very annoyed.

“On second thought,” he said, “I shouldn’t trouble you. I had no intention of disturbing your slumber, Count, don’t feel as though you’re bound to stay.”

“Oh no indeed, my young would-be acolyte,” the Count replied with a dangerous look, “I see that the legacy and reputation of the Sith is very much at stake! I should think I have some responsibility to the younger generation to see that our ways do not die out with your failure, no?”

Ah. lovely. Kylo wondered if Supreme Leader Snoke would have anything to say about this.
He almost hoped not.

Shocking Your Reader without Undermining Character

I think there is an important lesson that can be learned by examining a particular part of ACOWAR through the lens of a writer and exploring how, if it was approached from a different angle, it could solve some of the issues readers are having with characterization while still fulfilling what I believe Maas was hoping for. 

Spoilers ahead. I’ve written this in a way that I hope will be clear even to those who have not read the book (or have no interest in doing so) for the sake of communicating my point. Cause in the end, this is less about the story and more about writing as a craft.

We’re going to talk about the Eris reveal.

The goal of that moment was pretty clear, based on how it was structured - Maas wanted to end the scene on the sudden, shocking revelation that Eris was the missing member of the Court of Nightmares meeting. She wanted a moment where you would gasp, go “wtf, what is he doing there?!” and then feel compelled to dive into the next chapter. It’s a very commonly used tool implemented by many writers.

For those unfamiliar - Eris is a man known for his cruelty. He has been established as taking part in the abuse of two characters that are both written as sympathetic and people that the protagonist cares about (Lucien and Mor). Mor is present at this meeting. It is instantly made clear that she was not informed that he was invited. The sight of him is extremely triggering and her emotional turmoil throughout the scene reinforces to the reader that Eris is a Really Bad Guy. Not exactly something we needed reinforced, given that he tried to hunt down and capture/kill the protagonist earlier in that same book, but… ok.

So the goals of that moment were:

  1. Surprise us with the reveal of Eris.
  2. Make Mor’s reaction reinforce the sense that they are making a deal with the devil.

The thing is, this could have been achieved without having Rhys blindside Mor with Eris’s sudden appearance into the scene.

As these books are written from a first person POV - if Maas wants to surprise the reader, she has to make certain that it’s with something that Feyre either doesn’t know or carefully does not mention to the reader (the second one is a bit of a gamble, because if it isn’t done perfectly, it feels like a cop out). Having Eris’s entrance be a surprise is dependent on Feyre not knowing about it ahead of time - not Mor. There is no reason in terms of story structure to surprise Mor with that. 

And if Maas had made it so that Mor learned off-screen that this was going to happen, then she could have used that to increase the tension before the reveal happens. Feyre can notice how stony-faced Mor looks, how straight-backed and mostly silent. Feyre thinks it’s just because she’s having to face her father (another one of her abusers) and yet something feels different. She’s seen Mor with her father before - seen her glare the man down, holding her composure. But Feyre notices there’s a slight tremble to her now. She’s rattled. She’s not only angry but frightened. And her eyes keep darting to the empty chair at the table, her lips pursed tightly, her brow furrowing as she’s clearly trying to school her features into not revealing what she’s thinking/feeling. And seeing this, even tiny little moments like this, would instantly get the reader wondering who will fill that empty seat. It will increase their anticipation for the reveal that they now know is coming. Mor is a warrior - she is not a woman who scares easily - so something that gets that reaction out of her must be terrifying. The Court of Nightmares is full of monsters - perhaps we’re about to meet one of them. Given the setting, you’d still never assume that it would be Eris - so the surprise would still hit the right mark.

So by choosing not to let Mor know - Maas not only made Rhys seem incredibly heartless concerning his friend’s feelings, she also passed up on a really good opportunity to play with the reader’s expectations. 

And if Feyre was upset at being left in the dark (which is necessary in order to surprise the reader), Rhys and/or Mor could explain that Mor did not want anyone else to know. It would be made clear that Rhys came to her with the proposal to use Eris as an asset, explaining why it was so important, and even though every part of her is repulsed by the idea - she ultimately chose to agree - to protect Feyre’s secret and to gain an ally for the coming war. Because if Maas really wants to keep hammering on this idea that Rhys is all about choice - this would have been a perfect opportunity to do so. He gave Mor the choice whether or not they work with her abuser and it was her choice whether or not to tell the others. 

I think the takeaway here is that when you’re editing a draft, it’s not just a matter of fixing typos or changing a few words around here and there. One should really examine the text to see if there are potential moments there that you didn’t see before in your outlining or first draft stage. Maas gave herself a really powerful tool - the ability to raise the stakes with a subtle detail that would not detract from the main action of the scene - and she failed to use it. Either this was a conscious choice (because she really wanted to feature retraumatizing Mor) or she simply did not see that she’d set herself up for something much more powerful that would have kept Rhys more in-character (or at least, more fitting with the sort of character she keeps telling us he is).

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Omg I never knew you wrote spiderman!!! i was like omg??/ Im so happy?? anyway what about if Peter gets a migraine round at the stark tower and he's like 'its only a headache I'll be fine' and... he's not lol @ him

(This is baby’s first Spiderman fic!! There’s been quite a few amazing ones so have my dollar store discount contribution :“) but I love me some Spiderman tbh!! not the longest fic for now bc I haven’t written Peter ever!! Also I’m excited to come back to marvel!!)

Occasionally Peter would feel a little insecure about his place in life; sometimes feeling like he wasn’t quite a part of something as much as everyone else. Of course, he had Ned who he loved very dearly and appreciated, but he wondered sometimes if he was missing out on his teenage years. Sometimes felt excluded and pushed to the shadows, being at the bottom of the High School Hierarchy.

Being the Spiderman gave him a sense of purpose, it made him feel like he was doing something with his life, made him feel good about himself.

It had been a week full of parties he wasn’t invited to, a week of scrolling through his little to no followers instagram trying to study for a Spanish test and seeing fellow classmates with hundreds of likes having fun. So when Tony Stark invited him round to the Stark Tower that weekend for some suit upgrades, Peter was excited.

It was all he was really thinking about, using that as an excuse to get through the horrible week. He had pulled a lot of all nighters trying to study for various tests, and catching up with the Decathlon team to redeem himself for his disappearances, and needless to say he was burned out. He needed this trip to Stark’s more than ever.

“Are you sure you should go to Stark’s like that?” Ned frowned, eyeing up his way too pale friend who had the darkest circles under his eyes, and who was also desperately rubbing at his temples.

“Like what? I’m good, Ned! Look at me, I’m ready to see him,” Peter insisted, clenching his teeth at his pounding headache.

“Did Mr Stark request that he sees you at your absolute worst or am I missing something?” Ned shot back, still very hesitant to let his best friend just take off like this.

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Maybe it was his fault that he was staring at his ceiling at 2 AM. Maybe it was his fault he couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how exhausted he was. Maybe it was his fault he was dreading going to school the following day.

No. It was definitely Richie’s fault.

Eddie rolled over and tried to get comfortable. Maybe if he just found the right position? It was useless. It would be another night of no sleep and terribly good thoughts about his best friend and how much he wanted to hold him and be held by him and hold his hand and kiss him and-

He needed to think about something else.

Maybe if he thought opposite thoughts it would make it easier. He tried to think about how much he hated Richie. How much he never wanted to see him or talk to him again.

Well that just made him sad and miserable.

None of that was true anyway. If he never got to see Richie or ever talk to him again, he would probably go insane. He wouldn’t have anyone calling him his least favorite/favorite nickname. He wouldn’t have anyone to yell at for pulling stupid stunts. He wouldn’t have anyone to sit in front of a TV for hours on end, watching nothing important but just enjoying each other’s company.

That’s why, at 2:15 AM, Eddie Kaspbrak threw his covers back, slipped on some shoes and a jacket, and shimmied down the tree outside of his house, determined to walk a path that could either lead to his demise, or ultimately make his life 100% easier.

There was only one way to find out.

Richie didn’t know the exact reason that he was still awake this late at night, but he knew something wasn’t right. He could chalk it up to it being his parents - always drunk, always angry, always looming. He could never get away from them, even when they weren’t there.

But they weren’t the problem tonight.

There was something else bothering him; something that he didn’t quite have a name for yet. He didn’t exactly know if he wanted to find out either. He didn’t really have a lot of good things in his life, and he didn’t need another pound to add to the weight on his shoulders.

He wanted to think of the good things he did have though: his friends, his video games at the arcade, his collection of one-liners to be used at any point in any conversation. All of these things he really did appreciate, but when his mind wandered, it wandered to one thing in particular.


Richie sat straight up in bed, having heard a loud banging on his curtain covered window. He knew it could be one of two things: either a murderer was really quite good at climbing trees, or his best friend Eddie Kaspbrak was making an unplanned visit to his bedroom.

He hoped it was the latter.

Slowly he got out of bed and made his way over to the window, pulling back the curtain and laying his eyes on a small boy who was shivering on his roof. He unlocked the latch on the window and pushed it up and open, allowing Eddie to climb into his bedroom and make his way over to the bed without a word.

“Well good evening to you too, Eds. What brings you to my abode so late tonight?”, Richie asked while slowly shutting the window and the curtain. Eddie didn’t respond right away, making Richie turn around to look at the boy who was perched atop his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees.

Eddie mumbled something Richie couldn’t make out at first. “Eds, you’re gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear those important thoughts of yours. You know I live and breath for every word you say,” Richie said with a chuckle, making his way to sit beside Eddie on the bed.

Eddie didn’t want to speak up.

But he knew he had to. He could not chicken out now - not after he biked all the way here in the middle of the night to finally tell Richie what he’s been feeling for what seems like forever. He lifted his head and blurted out something almost unintelligible.

“You’re going to hate me, Rich. I just know it. And if you hate me then I’ll hate myself and I already hate myself for what I’m about to say so honestly if you hate me it would be understandable because-”

“Eddie, what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense. I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but I do know that I could never hate you, no matter what you said or did. You’re my best friend, Eds. You will always be my best friend. Now what is going on?”

Eddie got up from his place on the bed and began to pace. He couldn’t do this after all. Nope. He was completely mistaken. He put too much faith in his abilities and now he was floundering in Richie’s bedroom, trying to think of a way to tell him that he loved him. When he started pulling on his hair, Richie knew that was his cue to intervene. He stood up, walked over to Eddie, and grabbed his wrists in both of his hands to hold him in front of himself. To keep him still.

He was going to find out what was wrong even if it took all night.

“Eddie, sweetie, you’ve gotta talk to me. I can’t stand seeing you all worried like this.” Eddie hung his head, and following a large, exasperated sigh, simply stated, “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”

Richie stood in shock. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Eddie thought Richie didn’t love him? That was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

“Eds, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard! Of course I love you! I’m your best friend. That kind of comes with the deal,” Richie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie whispered, still looking down at both of their pairs of feet facing each other.

Close. So close. Too close.

“Eddie I don’t understand. Please try to make me understand. I want to-” Richie was cut off by his own realization, his own understanding.


“Oh. Oh, Eddie Spaghetti I-I don’t know what t-to say.”

It was then that Eddie forcefully removed his arms from Richie’s grip and distanced himself from the taller boy, trying to get away before it was too late.

Too late.

“You don’t have to say anything, Richie. I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it. I never should have come over. Look who’s the one with the loud mouth now, huh? I’m just gonna go and we’re gonna forget this ever happened. I-I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Rich.” Eddie then began to walk towards the window, looking to make a fast exit from the room that he now vowed to never enter again. That was before he felt something grab his wrist, pulling him to a stop mid-vault over the window pane.

“Eddie. Stop.”

It was said with such force and determination, Eddie was almost scared to keep going. He slowly lowered his leg back down to the carpet underneath him and closed the window again with his free hand. He didn’t turn around too fast though.

“Eds, please look at me. I need you to look at me when I say what I’m about to say.” Richie said to the back of Eddie’s head, not yet letting go of the wrist he currently had in a strong grip, deathly afraid that Eddie would try to bolt again.

Not this time.

Eddie slowly turned around and looked at Richie in the eyes, right behind those comically large glasses Eddie loved so much.

I’m gonna miss looking at those when he tells me to get lost.

“Eddie, you know what I was doing when you came over here? I was thinking about you. Well, I was actually thinking about something that was bothering me. You know. One of those weird ‘can’t quite place what I’m feeling’ feelings. I didn’t know what was bothering me until you showed up. But now I do. I know what was wrong.”

Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a finger being placed over his lips, silencing him instantly.

“Eds, please let me say this first. Eddie, i-it’s you. It’s always been you. I don’t know why I didn’t figure it out before now. You’ve always been right here in front of me. Right under my nose. Literally. Because you’re so short? Get it?” Richie teased.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie took both of his hands and placed them on the sides of Eddie’s face.

“What are you gonna kiss me now or something, Trashmouth?”, Eddie asked with a smirk.

“You see the problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.” Richie stated, matter of factly.

Eddie’s mouth fell open at the prospect. He never thought he would hear Richie Tozier saying something like that to him, and now that it was out of his mouth, he wanted to hear it all over again.

Eddie grabbed both of the hands that were on his face, before lowering them and pulling them towards himself, effectively yanking Richie down and forward, right to his lips.



They kissed for only a second, both afraid of crossing some kind of unspoken line. They both shared a look upon pulling back from each other though, a look that gave each of them permission to meet in the middle once again.

When they parted the second time, they didn’t go far, Richie bending down to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, making sure that he could see the look on his face after he kissed him.

He never wanted to look at anything else ever again.

“Eddie?”, Richie asked.

“Yeah, Rich? You ok?”

“I’m more than ok, sweetheart. Just wanted to know if maybe you’d stick around tonight?” Richie asked, knowing full well the answer he was going to receive.

“Of course, Richie. I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.”

So maybe it was his fault that he was finally snuggled up in bed with his best friend. Maybe it was his fault that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but there in this moment. Maybe it was his fault that he would dream of a future with Richie, under the pretense of something more.

Maybe they could both take some of the blame.


Ok so this fic goes out to all my lovely Robe Boys. I hope they know how much I love and appreciate them every single day. I probably wouldn’t have written this if it wasn’t for them and their never-ending support.

Also this is dedicated to my girl Quinny because she is an angel and I love her.

@kaspbrak-boi @vintagebeverly @r-richie @reddiestenbrough @eddiekaspbraklives @thelosersof1988 @mukettyl @moodierichie @decentgarbage

anonymous asked:

You wanna do Reddie for all the otp questions??? :))))

HELL YES I DO THANK U NONNY (set when they’re older.. thinking college age)

Who sings in the vehicle and who hypes the other up in the background?

  • omg richie is always singing in the car, and you know damn well eddie is right there singing backing vocals (or in the case of duets, very much singing with richie). they sing to disney songs A LOT

Who writes, or at least tries, to write a poem how they feel about their partner?

  • i can definitely see richie trying to do this seriously but it still ends up more funny than anything, like: “roses are red, foxes are clever. i like your butt, let me touch it forever.” and eddie just rolls his eyes, but he loves it.

Who cuddles up to the other during a horror movie?

  • EDDIE, no question. he always hides his face in richie’s neck/shoulder/hair during the scary parts, whichever is closest. 

Who kisses the other person as soon as they wake up?

  • i like to think they alternate with this, but richie ends up doing it the most because god, eddie is just so perfect, even with morning breath

Who kisses the inside of their partner’s wrist?

  • eddie definitely kisses the “odd” places on richie’s body, including his wrist, his eyelids, his ears, everything

Who brings home another pet when they already have too many?

  • you bet your ass richie does this (he has a weakness with disabled/senior animals too), and when eddie tells him “richie, we already have five dogs and three cats we can’t fit another” and richie just gives him the puppy eyes behind those big glasses and says “but we can’t leave it at the shelter, no one else will want it…” and eddie can’t help but give in.

What concert would they go to together?

  • eddie isn’t really into going to concerts (too many people, too much weed smoking), but richie got really into blink 182 when they first start out in 1992 and eddie surprised him with tickets right after they graduated. needless to say, it was the best night of richie’s life.

Who accidentally rhymes their words and then they start to laugh at themselves?

  • c’mon, richie does this shit NON STOP and it annoys the hell out of eddie, even though his boyfriend’s laugh is really cute and he could listen to it every second for the rest of his life.

Who reads to the other their favourite book?

  • i can see them both doing this, but eddie more so. richie loves listening to eddie’s voice as he reads pride & prejudice, he finds it very soothing.

Who falls asleep with their head on their partner’s stomach?

  • eddie does this with richie (because he smol) all the time, and he absolutely loves it when richie runs his fingers through his hair.

Who giggles when the other kisses them in public?

  • EDDIE FUCKING DOES AND RICHIE THINKS IT’S THE CUTEST SHIT EVER. eddie originally didn’t like being kissed by him in public but after doing it more and more, he enjoys it and can’t stop himself from blushing. richie loves seeing eddie blush so he does it as much as he can.

How long have they been dating?

  • they started dating when they were both 15, and kept it secret for a pretty long while because you know… what would happen if people found out and they were ridiculed for it??? but ofc the rest of the group finds out anyway and they’re so supportive but they’re like “how did you even manage to hide it so long??”

What names would they name their pets?

  • richie is the kind of person to name big dogs “tiny” and little dogs “killer” because “it’s funny, eddie” and eddie just gives up on trying to name their pets because richie always ends up calling them what he wants anyway, and they usually learn to answer to them… but eddie would probably name their pets after different flowers or plants if he were able to.

Who always leaves cute and loving messages in the other’s locker?

  • R I C H I E and eddie absolutely LOVES finding little love notes on top of his text books in between classes that say “i hope you’re having a good day, baby. i’ll see you at lunch” and he just melts because HOW DID HE GET SO LUCKY

What do they bring each other when the other is upset?

  • oh man.. eddie would definitely bring richie comic books and candy, probably (and his love, of course). richie would bring eddie lots of pillows and blankets and curl up with him and make him feel safe and warm. dfnjgdfg
[TRANS] 170528 Lee Youjin V Live Broadcast (PD101S2)

Lee Youjin, one of the eliminated trainees from Produce 101, held a live broadcast on Namoo Actors V App channel last night! He answered fan questions and talked about his time in Produce 101 so here are some highlights about what he said about the other trainees.

Fan Questions:

  • The trainees he was closest to were his roommates at the start of the program! He roomed with Yoon Jisung, Kim Sihyun, Lee Hoorim, Kim Hyunwoo from YG K+. He couldn’t give Jisung a call bc he was probably busy (the only one left on the show).
  • He talked about how he was the leader twice during (for Be Mine team 2 and Rhythm Ta). He thought being leader would be easy bc he only needed to guide and lead the other members but it was a lot more difficult than he thought.
  • For Be Mine, he couldn’t really help the other members with learning the dance so he felt sorry towards them. Maybe if he had chosen an easier song they wouldn’t have had such a hard time. “Truthfully i couldn’t be of any help to the others, but through our struggles we got closer and did well.“
  • He really likes Park Jaebum’s (Jay Park) style so that’s the reason why he chose some of the concepts that he did on PD101! He wanted to be sexy like him (t/n: I think he’s talking about his performance evaluation)
  • The staff played Pick Me in the background but since he was caught off guard, he was able to dance only part of it. He said the trainees practiced it so much he could do the dance in his sleep.
  • He promised to try and call Taewoo later! He’s in a group chat with Taewoo and Taemin so they talk a lot. They’re really fun and interesting.
  • A fan commented “add me to the chat too~” so he said “send us your ID (t/n: kakaotalk ID)” lol
  • A fan asked “Who is the most handsome in PD101″ and he said “Everyone is handsome!”
  • He showed off the headphones he got for completing the first stage of maboy.

Youjin’s Pick Corner! 

  • The staff set up a bracket board to see who Youjin’s pick was among his fellow contestants on PD101. When he saw the board he said, “Wow, this is like picking for the World Cup.”
  • First Round:
    • Lee Woojin vs. Kim Yongguk vs. Jung Sewoon (he said Woojin is cute but Sewoon really helped him with the hardships of being a leader. Even though they weren’t close, they talked and texted so he was really touched. That’s why he picked Sewoon)
    • Lee Insoo vs. Hong Eunki vs. Kang Daniel (he chose Daniel bc he was the leader for 열어줘 and taught them a lot. Youjin said everyone in the group was already good so he had to match them well)
    • Kim Donghyun vs. Im Youngmin vs. Joo Jinwoo (he depended on Youngmin a lot during Be Mine and is very thankful towards him)
    • Kang Dongho vs. Takada Kenta vs. Kim Taewoo (he picked Taewoo bc he’s funny, sings well, and is bright. He got really close to him during the show)
    • Lee Kiwon vs. Yoon Heeseok vs. Kim Seonglee (he picked Seonglee and said he had enough skills to compete in any program. During practice he would lift the mood and make the trainees happy but it wasn’t broadcasted)
    • Lee Gwanghyun vs. Park Sungwoo (he picked Sungwoo and pet the sticker with his face on it lolol. Although Sungwoo endured a lot, he was always by Youjin’s side. They were together for Be Mine and also for 열어줘 before being eliminated. Even though Youjin was having a hard time too, he felt sorry for not being able to help him)
  • Second Round:
    • Jung Sewoon vs. Kang Daniel
    • Im Youngmin vs. Kim Taewoo (he chose Taewoo bc they both fell down the ranks together(?) lol)
    • Kim Seonglee vs. Park Sungwoo (he chose Sungwoo bc he went through a lot of hardships)
  • Third Round:
    • Kang Daniel vs. Kim Taewoo
    • Park Sungwoo (automatic win)
  • FInal Round:
    • Kim Taewoo vs. Park Sungwoo (when he chose Taewoo, he put his sticker on the #1 spot and pat it several times; “It’s a pity that it’s not broadcasted but he’s really funny. We practiced a lot together.”)
  • Note: I’ll be subbing this segment and posting it on YouTube soon! I’ll link it here when it’s done and uploaded.

Update: here is the subbed segment!

More unrelated PD101 things are under the cut!
Translation by @softsnuper (may not be 100% accurate)

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durfeedraws  asked:

I'd love more info on the Russian school system/traditions, especially university (especially since I'll be studying abroad in St. Petersburg in about 2 weeks :D )

God, I am. SO SORRY for how long this took. It’s been way longer than 2 weeks since I received this ask, and I can only hope that you’re doing great figuring out your Uni’s traditions on your own.

[EDIT]: Un-readmored this post, because several people couldn’t access it.

Anyway! The scheme of Russian education looks something like this (image source):

You may notice a weird fork on the road to higher University level education. Well, that happened because USSR had the 5 year Specialist system, then Russia decided to move to the more western 4+2 years system, but didn’t do it all the way, so now they kinda. Coexist.

Another amusing fact is that until the 90s Primary general education was 3 years, not 4, and overall school lasted 10 years. But once again, when we were trying to make our education system more western weird things started happening.

First, Russia tried adopting the 11 year school system wholesale. But then primary school teachers started complaining that they were fitting what was now taught in 4 years just fine in only 3 years before. So instead of extending the program or something Russia decided to uninstall Grade 4 from existence. Yep, for some time the Grades went: 1, 2, 3, then 5, 6, 7 etc. And one year was famous for making everyone skip their next grade, whatever that was.

By the way, children and even some teachers were mystified by this arrangement and many continue not to know why the hell it happened to this day.

One last big recent novelty is the Unified State Exam, aka ЕГЭ, which descended upon unsuspecting students out of nowhere one day and doesn’t seem to be going away soon, despite all the controversy.

Ok, now let’s briefly touch upon traditions! On all levels of education you can expect big fancy ceremonies for entrance and graduation, and outside of them the traditions are pretty malleable and depend on the institutions and their speciality. For example, students of MSU Faculty of Chemistry celebrate Chemist Day every year, taking a different element from the Periodic Table as a theme each time. Many schools and Unis compete in a hugely popular, versatile and competitive humorous game called КВН, and yep, you’ve guessed it, I’ll probably talk more about it later.

Now, as for entrance and graduation ceremonies, every level puts their own spin on it. In higher education you can expect to be welcomed with an official ceremony in the largest auditorium available, and bidden farewell with a concert and/or banquet. Graduate speeches, caps and robes are also a thing in some places.

In general education all 1st graders go through an acceptance ceremony on the 1st of September, where this goddamn song plays at least once and 11th graders give them presents. (Oh yeah! I forgot to mention: in general a Russian kid will study in the same school from start to finish. There are exceptions, of course, but the “everyone in the same building” system is the most widespread.) And in the end of May Последний Звонок (Posledniy Zvonok) - the Last Bell/Farewell Bell ceremony takes place, where 11th graders waltz, let helium balloons (that are supposed to symbolize their destinies or w/e) into the sky, wear a “graduate” sash, and hear this goddamn song at least once. The eponymous last bell is the one a 1st grader rings while perched on an 11th grader’s shoulder. It looks cute and almost never ends with them getting dropped. Almost.

After that, there’s a second, less official part to graduating school - Выпускной Вечер (Vypusknoi Vecher) - Graduation Evening. It’s kinda like a prom, except there’s no King or Queen, it lasts till sunrise, and might take place on a boat, or in a cafe, or in a park… Come to think about it, it’s not really like a prom at all xD Here, check out this photo report from 2017 Vypusknoi in Gorky Park to see what the graduates’ outfits and activities may look like.

Thank you for the question, @durfeedraws! I hope I got all of this right, but if not @yantiskra (or anyone else) are welcome to correct me.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your posts a lot. May I ask for a request, like a scenario or something with RFA + Unknown... Maybe like something happened and the MC lost her memory and what they'll do next or something.. idk. Thank you very much, I'll continue to support you and your post.

You’re such a sweet anonny, thank you for the kind words!! I really liked this idea so I formatted it a bit differently. Basically, the first part, before the under the cut part, is meant to be like a prologue of what happens to MC. I did it this way because I didn’t want to be repetitive, so I hope that it’s okay! I truly hope that you enjoy!! ^^

You and your lover were driving to a secluded nature reserve for a date. The two of you kept looking into each other’s eyes lovingly, it was officially your first anniversary as a couple. Your lover took one of their hands off the steering wheel of the car to take a hold of your own hand in a loving gesture. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes one more time before you heard a loud crash, the last thing you saw was the look of horror on your lover’s face before everything went dark.

“She should be waking up soon, let me know when she does.” He doctor told your very anxious lover as he headed to treat another patient.

A drunk driver hit your car that day, somehow your lover survived with only a few scratches while you were barely alive. You lover was snapped out of their thoughts when you stirred awake, they happily asked if you were alright. But your answer would haunt them for who knows how long as you said

“I’m sorry but who are you? And where am I, or rather… who am I?”

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A Writer’s PSA

Firstly: I just saw an interesting post made by @caplanbuckybarnes (who I can’t tag, but that’s okay), that inspired both anger and relief in me at once. I was compelled to type out this PSA.

Secondly: I am tagging everyone who has asked to be tagged in The Irrelevance of Napoli SO YOU CAN SEE HOW GODDAMN AWESOME THEY ARE BEFORE I START THIS. 

@thecrownedrose @persephone-is-here-omg @find-me-here2 @captainamerotica @redgillan @angryschnauzer @ursulaismymiddlename @rebelslicious @kittykitty-mewmeww @erisjade @siren-kitten-his @buckyappreciationsociety @kozmicrock @aingealcethlenn @rachelle-on-the-run @thewinterswimmer @vaisabu @inside-lizzys-head @angryschnauzer @melconnor2007 

Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest. 


 I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.

I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. 

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.

Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.

And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.

I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics. 

One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done. 

I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.


Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted

(If you want to, you can check my tags for more info)


Syndisparklez Soulmate AU

They’re teens in this one

where whatever someone writes on their skin appears on their soulmate’s skin on the same spot and disappears only when the first person washes it off from @ineharnia

The idea of soulmates wasn’t exactly a foreign concept to Tom, but this whole skin text messaging thing was. He’d just heard it from his classmate, Ed, who seemed adamant about it being the truth.

“Gimme a pen.” he asked afterwards, deciding it wouldn’t really hurt him to try. Ed passed him a pen and hovered over him, watching intently as Tom tried to think of something to say.

It should be something casual, but not too casual. Tom reasoned, feeling slightly ticklish as the pen’s tip dragged across his skin. Or something meaningful, first impressions are always nice. I’m sure my soulmate would appreciate that.

Unfortunately for his soulmate, Tom was still a proudly immature teenager, so he drew a dick on his forearm.

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((It’s answer time!!

Thanks so much for all your questions! I tried not to make my answers too long lol I failed miserably at that oops but uh yeah everything is under the cut! ;D

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BTS: Save me (Gang AU)

 Character profile


 Chapter 1 /2/3 /4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11

 Chapter 12
“Childish mistakes”

 Taehyung was just about to picked up his phone to dial your number but his phone started ringing. Skeptical of the unknown number he raised his eyebrows in suspicion but nevertheless still answered the call. Which was his first mistake.    

   “Hello?” Taehyung answered with caution.   

   “V. What a surprise don’t  you think?” The other end of the line echoed with their obnoxious voice.    

   “What do you want ?” Taehyung answered with annoyance.  

   "Straight to the point hah ? That’s so like you.“ The voice replied.

    “I shan’t beat around the bush either then. Park min.” The person continued. 

    “ What about her ?” Taehyung replied nervously. Which was his second mistake.   

   "I know you love her. So let’s make a deal shall we?“ The man replied smugly.

    "Cut the crap. Jaebum.” Taehyung answered annoyed.  

   "Well our Jackson has told me that hope and your inspector girlfriend infiltrated our base. You can’t be doing that for nothing, right ? “Jaebum said. 

  "Give me all the information i need and Park min will go to you.” Jaebum continued.   

  “You think i would betray my brothers for her? Dream on.” Taehyung replied, agitated.   

  “Well. If not. The next time you see her it would be at some prostitution house.” Jaebum replied calmly.   

  “Fxxk you and your sadistic mentality. She’s your wife for fxxk’s sake.” Taehyung seethed.   

  “Haha. I'll  contact you again. Soon.” With that Jaebum ended the call.  

   Taehyung threw his phone against the wall, feeling stress and overwhelmed. To get the information he needs he needs to be part of the infiltration. He decided to do what suga said. Break it off with you and get back on Namjoon’s good books. He picked up his phone and dialed your number. After a few rings, you picked up your phone.     

  “Tae? What isit ?” Your spoke voice echoed through the phone.   

  “Let’s break up. Let's  end this.” He said coldly. It was so abrupt. Certainly you didn’t see this coming. Because who in the world would break up over a phone call after not speaking to each other for a long time ? Well. Here's  taehyung.   

  “Oh. Alrights.” Was the last thing he heard before you  ended the line and dropped to your knees, sobbing. This was really the last goodbye.  

   Taehyung was stunned by your answered but nonetheless decided to give jhope a call.

   “Hyung. I have ended things with (Y/n). It’s all up to you now. "Taehyung informed. 

   "Noted. Namjoon have orders for you so come meet him at 8.15pm sharp. Don’t fail this time. Oh and. Welcome back to the team. "hoseok replied. His third mistake. Entering back to the team.   

   Taehyung called Jimin, his closest friend, or would you call him brother. 

  "Jimin-ah. Come to DOPE. I need a drinking buddy now.”  

  “I will be there soon. I need a swig after all those intense training. Do you want me to call jungkook? He is stressed with training his team too. I think he need that holy alcohol too. ” Jimin laughed.  

   "No problem. The more the merrier.“ Taehyung replied.    

 (Y/N)’s House  

   You were crying your heart out sprawl on the cold marble floor of your living room. You heart was still with taehyung. He was an assh*le in and out but why? You heard your doorbell ring accompanied by hoseok’s cheery voice.  

 ”(Y/n)! Open up. I brought fooddd!“ He chirped. 

You walk to the front door and let him in. The moment he saw you crying, he immediately when to wrap his arms around you protectively.    

    "Ohmygod. What happen? Don’t cry. No wait. Just cry it out.” He panicked. 

  You snickered at his flustered reaction and told him in tears that tae had broken up with you. Not that you didn’t expect it but you didn’t thought when it happen it would hurt so much.   

  He stayed with you all night, comforting you, even preparing meals for you. When he wanted to leave and you told him not to leave you. He kindly obliged and stayed and never left, backhugging you, giving you warmth throughout the night.   

If only i had fallen in love with you, instead.  

Now, it’s your mistake.

okay. I am back to hobi again. Guys time to tell me if you all want to be with 1. Hoseok , 2.taehyung or 3. A twist. Which do you prefer ? 

 Side note. Omggggg. Spring day is omg so amazing. Someone fangirl with me. Ahhahs. Okay and once again if you ever want to know how hoseok backhug (y/n )/you , look down and pretend to be jimin. ^^ 


Originally posted by pembeesut


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Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes (characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)

once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist​ for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;

I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty.  In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful.  Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible.  Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!

“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building.  “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax, sir,” Riza responds.  She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right.  “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money.  I’m sure the inside is nicer.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts.  Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.

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part 1 of an oc (Theo) fic with a little bit of fluff, a little bit of torture, a little bit of me not knowing wtf I’m doing.

EDIT: oops, I should probably also mention that my ocs have abilities & you can read about them here. c:


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