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!
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 -
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.” 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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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