and it was funnnn

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Public reminder: Raven is a bombshell.

So this is actually gonna be part 1 of a little comic series I’m gonna be doing for team STRQ’s experience with their own Vytal festival dance! All of which should be made to stand on their own, but I just wanted to share my little headcanons for how I think things went down. ❤

This comic in particular came from my desire to draw Raven in a slayin’ dress, and to showcase how I think her relationship with Summer Rose was like, but more of that is to come!

When people get all snippy about enforcing antiquated grammar rules, all I can think of is Edmund Spenser.

In the 1590’s, some dude named Edmund Spenser decided to write a flowery epic poem, basically a transparent allegory praising Queen Elizabeth. Fair enough. He was like, “I want this work to be remembered forever, so I don’t wanna use, like, MODERN SLANG or the CASUAL DISREGARD FOR GRAMMAR or FOREIGN INFLUENCE that THESE YOUNG UPSTARTS keep using. Nobody will read or understand their stuff in the future. I know, I’ll write in the style of Chaucer, because Chaucer is a ‘well of English undefiled.’ Now my piece will be a classic of pure and untainted English. 👌👌👌”

So he wrote this semi-incomprehensible fake-Chaucer poem. But FUNNNN FACT, guess who else was writing poetry in the 1590’s? Some young upstart using modern slang and casual disregard for grammar and foreign influence named William Shakespeare. And his stuff was good enough that a huge chunk of literary education is devoted to understanding his use of language… meanwhile, who’s ever heard of a Spenser Theatre Troupe, a Spenser Studies degree, or Spenser in the Park?

So ease up on that grammar policing. Shakespeare is widely praised for his inventiveness with language, creating and popularizing tons of new words and being the first recorded example of loads of common slang terms. Let’s appreciate it when 21st-century creators do the same!

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -

“Shit!”

A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs?

U CAN BET I DO!!!
*cracks neck* let’S GO
ps: 100% jikook fic rec

Park and Recreations by miskeen
Summary: Jimin and Jungkook play laser tag. It’s pretty much a fight to the death.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6627781

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine
Summary: In which Jungkook juggles a five-year-old daughter, Jimin the pretty bookstore employee, and coworkers who like to tease him too much.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8753545

i know that you’ve been waiting for it (i’m waiting too) by Chlexcer
Summary: It started off as a fairly innocent thing.
(As innocent as making a friend and fellow bandmate dance to explicitly sexual songs and proceeding to grind against him in the practice room could be, at least.)
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10506804/chapters/23183916

And Back Again by novilunar
Summary: Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5448227

love kinda bites (but i’ll bite back) by cygnus (lucid_wisteria)
Summary: Jungkook blinked, let what he said sink in, and then proceeded to burst into shrill laughter. That was Taehyung for you, spewing the most absurd and preposterous shit ever from his half-baked mouth. Love? Him? In love? Unbelievable. Completely impossible. The thought of being in love with Park Jimin made him laugh even harder, but then he abruptly stopped.
Wait what.
“What.”
-
In which Jungkook takes the Ice Age (or a hickey, really) to finally realize that The One he’s been looking for has always been by his side.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10434933/chapters/23039517

Like Ships In The Night by Pinkworld
Summary: “Then there’s that last part of me that just wants to throw itself into your arms and receive anything you’re willing to give, savoring it for however short or long it lasts.”
“And here I was thinking it was a simple matter. A matter of ‘yes’ or 'no’.”
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7711516/chapters/17572759

Constraint by Harlot
Summary: Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay.
Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn’t like him whatsoever. There’s just something about him… there’s just so much about him. Jungkook really can’t stand him. In fact, he can’t stand him so much he can’t quite seem to get him off of his mind.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9469199

Pull by Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita)
Summary: There’s nothing innocent about Jimin’s choker.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7262128/chapters/16488562

Things Hald Done (Things Hald Said) by gloomy
Summary: Jungkook tries to deal with living 325 kilometers away from his best friend, and finds that he simply can’t.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10572027/chapters/23359710

longing: a yearning desire by NaHe
Summary: The first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears on their left wrist on the day of their 18th birthday. Unless, of course, their soulmate has passed away.
Jungkook was a 21 year old with a blank wrist.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8734000/chapters/20023219

Hate the way I don’t hate you by blt_prf
Summary: 10 things Jimin hates about the new kid in his dancing team.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7370326

lost in the gaps by namakemono
Summary: Jimin isn’t his to miss, or his to dream about, or his to love, but for the life of him he just can’t seem to stop.
(Jimin & Jungkook grow up together, and then apart.)
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7470876

All is Fair in Love and War by miskeen
Summary: Chicken: noun; a game in which the first person to lose nerve and withdraw from a dangerous situation is the loser.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6434551

Just come to me by blt_prf
Summary: 5 times Jungkook doesn’t push Jimin away and the one that starts it all.
or
5 times the members realize Jungkook’s in love and the one time he almost admits it.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7427962

run away with me by atechamcham
Summary: dear jeon jungkook,
hello! good morning or good afternoon! i do not no when you will read this. my name is park jimin. i am 10 years old. i am learning english.
dear park jimin,
just so you KNOW, it’s KNOW, and not no. but my teacher said you’re writing me to practice your english, so i will let it go.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4993477

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too) by Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita)
Summary: After a while, the joking around stopped being funny.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5830462

Pause, Rewind, Play by aborescent
Summary: Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4148346

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine
Summary: Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.
Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7110169/chapters/16152046

let’s play for keeps by kaythebest
Summary: Jimin plays games for the entertainment of the Internet. Poorly.
In fact, his entire schtick seems to be entirely based on how terrible he is. JimJams tries. He rarely succeeds.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8211316

a few strings attached by yassan (potter)
Summary: It’s not without a certain amount of professional and personal horror that Jeon Jungkook realizes that he has a crush. That it’s on his best friend/fuck buddy really doesn’t help matters at all.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5247617

Glass Diamons by GinForInk
Summary: Jungkook accidentally fires his skateboard through the window of a dance studio.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8138780

flashing lights (you’ve got me faded) by bonnia
Summary: getting married to the heir of his father’s rival company, multi-billionaire-playboy-sexgod jeon jungkook in a bout of drunken insanity and consequently being forced into a fake relationship with said asshole, is Very Low on jimin’s bucket list. (actually, it doesn’t even make the list.)
but, jimin would grudgingly admit, at least the sex is good.
(actually, the sex is better than good. but you didn’t hear that from him.)
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6328636/chapters/14500408

Let’s Not Fall In Love by jungkoojk
Summary: In which Jungkook is the popular kid, Jimin is shy, and a game of spin the bottle at a party brings them way closer together than they ever wanted to be.
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7087972/chapters/16110472

Riptide by peppermint_wind
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he’s signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn’t expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin.
It’s then Jungkook realizes that there’s more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself.

A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.
Link:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/7817539/chapters/17841940

borgiaswesteros  asked:

You go to horn camp?? that's amazing! that must be the funnest thing ever

YEAH I WENT TO HORN CAMP ONCE*?? SERIOUSLY KBHC IS LIFE

AAAA THE CRAZIEST, COOLEST, NERDIEST PEOPLE YOU BECOME BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE WITH


THE UP CLOSE FIREWORK SHOWS THAT HAPPEN AT THE END OF EACH WEEK

GETTING TO HELP OUT WITH MEALS WITH YOUR BUDS


GETTING TO PLAY ANYWHERE YOU WANT!!! EVEN IN YOUR CABIN!!!!

ON TENNIS COURT!!!

OR IN A GRASSY FIELD!!!!

ALSO !!!!! SWING SETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In conclusion: YES HORN CAMP IS THE FUNNEST THING EVER

Sex Ed at Hogwarts

If the heads of house had to teach their students to dance for the Yule Ball, then they’re the proverbial PE teachers in this scenario. Yup: McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Snape were in charge of sex ed at Hogwarts.

Flitwick is awkward as hell. Full-on, falling off his books, red in the face, can barely string a sentence together, leaves everyone fairly nonplussed (“Boys … I know you all want to try the Enlargement Charm … Don’t. For Madam Pomfrey’s sake, please don’t”).

Snape hates the lessons. Hates them. And you can bet he makes sure his students hate them, too (“I would not suggest the home brewing of lubricants unless you wish to find yourself and any partner of your choosing in a highly unpleasant situation … for illustrations, turn to page 69” *horrified groans*).

McGonagall is very brisk, blunt and efficient, and everyone is too terrified to so much as titter. Even if she transfigures a cucumber into a dildo (“Use of love potions is not trendy, nor is it by any stretch romantic. It is abuse, and will be treated as such.”).

Meanwhile, Sprout: “Settle in, folks, it’s time for gender theory 101. I have slides.” (“I’m not here to kinkshame, but here are some curses you really, really shouldn’t use in the bedroom …”)

Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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