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Jikook fic recs masterpost

Hi everyone! So, as any jikook shipper, you all know that there is a variety of great fics, old and new, about our fave ship. I, personally, tend to like reading more about the new ones (not because the 2014 ones aren’t good anymore, but like, u know what i mean, dynamics of the ship changed).

So as someone who spends……. alot….. of their free time reading and writing fics, and as someone who’s been in the fandom for a couple months now, i tought it would be a good idea to write down here some of my faves for you, old shipper who thinks they’ve read them all, or new shipper who doesn’t know where to start :) 

I’ll try to recommend complete ones for the most part, and recent ones, but you know…… some of ‘em are classics. Here are my personnal all-time favorites.

Let’s start ! (in no particular order)

* - awesome

** - extra-awesome

*** - life-changing

1. Constraint, by Harlot. ** One shot, 40k, complete. “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.
” ((So this one is quite lengthy, i know, but totally worth it ! Jungkook is a real douche in the beginning, but his reactions are so believable and relatable that you forgive him instantly. Great caracterization. Smutty parts in the end.))

2. Loverboy, by gangbang. *** One shot, 9k, complete. “this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.” ((Okay so this one is my personnal favorite, if I had to chose from all the jikooks fics, and probably all fics of all ships of all times, this would probably win the 1rst place. There’s something about it. Magical realism. Ansgt. Incredible storyline and characterization. A+++))

3. More golden than a golden snitch, by arborescent. ** Series of 3 One shots. 4k for this one, complete. “Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.” ((Okay so another old one… but a true classic. This one is a series so be sure to read the 3 of them, aren’t long, but truly amazing. HP au, with a lot of misunderstandings, a tsundere jk, and a fluffy muggleborn jimin. Don’t have to have loved HP to read this.))

4. And back again, by novilunar. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook.” ((Ok so this is also an old one BUT i had to link it cause i read it 4 times by now and it is  THE fic that started me into Jikook. Basically, Jimin doesn’t do one night stands, and thats all jk does. Jimin falls. Happy ending. Great writing. Good smutty parts. Love it.))

5. The Bet, by jonghyunslisterine. ** 11 chapters, 46k, complete. “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.” ((Okay, another old one, classic, that you probably already read. If not, then  d o   i t. Quite lengthy, but a safe bet. Great great great character development. Jimin is such a complex but lovely being and jk is such a douche but then gets it and it all goes well in the end. The jeonlous is gold. University setting, and jk’s concerns about school are so well written and so relatable. Great one overall.))

6. Flowertalk, by soranosuzu. * One shot, 3k, complete. “Jimin works in a flower shop and Jungkook is a delivery boy who drives a pastel pink van.” ((Tooth rotting fluff. Short and sweet, perfect for when you’re feeling for it.))

7. You’re ripped at every edge (but you’re a masterpiece), bykafeuka. * 3 chapters, 34k, complete.  “Jimin swore there was nothing worst than having Jeon Jungkook as a sergeant.(Or,In which Jimin was forced to enlist in military and he was under the sexgod Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division and god, Sergeant Jeon really needs to stop being a douchebag)” ((Ok so this one is maybe not an ultimate fave, but it’s only b/c of the end. Overall, it’s great, tho’. Military AU. Sexual tension. JK is sexually frustrated and frustrating. JM is a rich boy. Both characters are douches. Loved the idea.))

8. One upon a time share, by namakemono. * 5 chapters, 32k, complete. “Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.” ((I don’t know why i like the ex trope so much??? anyone with me??? there isn’t enough of those. JK and JM broke up, but their friends are still friends. And want them back together. Oops. Love it.))

7. White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands, by Rose_gold715. ** One shot, 11k, complete. “Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer.” ((Aaaaand another ex trope, but not really. Established relationship that doesn’t go well for a while, but happy ending. Original idea. Kinda angsty, and heartbreaking. Loved it.))

8. You’re a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way (but i’ll get around it), by namakemono (great author ok bye). ** One shot, 20k, complete. “Jimin has the whole ocean at his fingertips, but for some reason he can’t help but look up to where the humans are, and wonder what it’s like to be part of their world.(or: the Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for)” ((Ok so now move on to something a lil’ fluffier. I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED A LITTLE MERMAID AU. But i did. Jimin w/ red hair. Rich boy JK that has to take care of him. Funny and cute. A little jowel of a fic.))

9. You Don’t Bring Me Flour, by superbroc. * One shot, 3k, complete. “In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.” ((Soooo funny. Happy and fluffy. Great when you’re in the mood for something lighter.))

10. Let’s play for keeps, bykaythebest. * One shot, 4k, complete. “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.” ((Youtuber AU. Funny. A lot of Pining. What’s there more to ask.))

11. A touch of sin, by pettey. *** 10 chapters, 102k, complete. “After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.” ((ULTIMATE FAVE OF THE MOMENT. Last fic I actually read, yesterday, in the middle of the night. Terrible idea, ‘cause it’s so spooky. I’m not a fan of gore, so i was scared when i read the hashtags, but really there isn’t that much, and it’s so well written that you barely notice it. The story is so well written and plot-driven. It could litteraly be a book. The universe is so intriguing. Ghosts. Witchcraft. JK is a cop, JM is a witch, sorta. Weird murders happen, JM is suspected. Sexual tension. So soooo much sexual tension. Characters are amazingly written. Slowbuilt. The end is bittersweet, if you don’t like much of happy endings, you’ll love it, if you only like happy endings (like me), you’ll love it too. Also there’s smut. And amazing song recommandations.))

12. Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin, by decompositionbooks. ** 6 chapters, 34k, complete. “The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.” ((You kids are so lucky to be able to read this fic in one go. I had to wait for every chapter. E v e r y   o n e. I know not all are fans of ABO dynamics, but try this one, please. It’s so good. Jimin is hilarious. Jungkook is emotionally constipated. Sexual tension. Jealousy. Great writing. A+))

13. Leave Your Mark, by snarcsics. *** 3/10 chapters, 49k, not completed. “The first time Jimin meets a gaunt, small beta boy named Jungkook in the examination room of Namjoon’s lab, he can’t seem to take his eyes off him. The second time he sees Jungkook it’s because he refuses to eat without him. The third time they meet, Jungkook is more teeth and claws than Jimin can handle.” ((OK SO I KNOW THIS FIC IS NOT COMPLETED. BUT LISTEN it’s worth it. Ohhh so worth it. Plus the author tends to finish all of her fics. Superd kind, replies to all comments. This fic is the beginning of a masterpiece. Not like any ABO. The plot is so great. The characterization is A+++. So much tension. So intriguing. JM is an omega. JK is a beta that will become an alpha artificially cause they are extinct. It doesn’t go so well. Please read it. Trust me on this one. You won’t regret it.))


So this is all of my ultimate favorite fics! I still have plenty I would like to recommend, but I figured too long posts annoy everyone. Tell me if you liked this list and if you would like me to do some others :) I was thinking about doing thematics ones, like fluffy, smutty, angsty… Tell me if that would be something you’d like! 

If you have any fics to recommend me, please please please do so!

This fandom is great. This ship is great. Don’t forget to comment on the stories you read to encourage these fabulous authors!

Thank you for reading!

I just finished reading “Cosette” The Sequel to Les Miserables” by Laura Kalpakian. For those who do not know, this book is basically a 650-page (kinda shitty) fanfic that somehow was published as a real, purchasable book sometime in the 1990′s. Here are some of my favorite moments:

  • A quote from Javert: “Republican scum like you can’t overthrow the king of France. One day more and you’ll piss blood. I’ll meet you in hell.”
  • A quote from Valjean: “She is seventeen, too young to be in love. She is a child. This Marius, he is nothing to her. She wanted a puppy once and I said no and she got over it.”
  • Enjolras scrambles to the top of the barricade and just….screams SHIT!
  • For some reason in the whole barricade part in the beginning Combeferre is the ami that gets the most attention
  • The only amis that are mentioned are: Combeferre, Enjolras, Feuilly, and Courfeyrac. The only ami that gets mentioned beyond the 1832 barricade section is Feuilly because of the whole “vivent les peuples!” thing written on the wall of the Musain. Which, btw, the author always writes as “vive les peuples!”
  • Actually the author made up some OCs in the barricade section so there could be some barricade survivors for Marius and Cosette to interact with later in the book
  • “You will hang by your cock in hell.”
  • For some reason whenever Jean Valjean is mentioned in the first portion of the book, he is described as having large, powerful hands
  • Cosette had no sex education and so on her wedding night she asked Marius to teach her. And he just gestures to her boobs and says “this is a nipple.” It is the only thing he vocally says to her and then he is kissing her boobs and they go at it. I kid you not this is the big amazing wedding sex scene and the most notable line is “this is a nipple”
  • Remember the whole absolutely no sex education thing? Well they somehow have amazing sex all night long regardless
  • Azelma is the main antagonist in the book. Also she is ALWAYS referred to as Zelma. I don’t know where the A went. It’s gone forever I guess.
  • A quote from Thenardier: “I am one of those holy men. I can walk in shit, sit in shit, sleep in shit, eat shit, drink shit, and still my turds come out in perfect golden bricks.”
  • Marius regularly goes to prison like it’s a casual thing that happens often which is an inconvenience but you know what are ya gonna do
  • Marius and Cosette raise the biggest asshole of a son there is literally nothing redeeming about him
  • Azelma ‘Zelma’ Thenardier literally fucked Louis-Napoleon and had a child with him.
  • She named the child Eponine.
  • Azelma feels like she needs to take revenge against Cosette for the whole Marius thing and she basically uses her daughter Eponine II to fulfill that, as if ensuring Eponine II is successful will make ghost Eponine happy
  • Speaking of Eponine II there is an entire subplot where Azelma manages to force the son of Cosette and Marius to marry Eponine II……because she felt that her sister Eponine should have married Marius……..so like, by marrying her daughter Eponine to a Pontmercy she’s fulfilling some kind of lost destiny shit. And also taking revenge against Cosette. Azelma is really freaky in this okay
  • Cosette disguises herself as an old beggar due to a mixture of political and economic reasons and calls herself “the plumed lark” when she is in her disguise. Weirdest superhero ever amiright
  • Marius sneaks out of prison dressed up as the plumed lark
  • THERE IS A SEX SCENE THAT TAKES PLACE WITH ONE PERSON HIDDEN UNDERNEATH A HOOP SKIRT

i am not fucking with you. “this is a nipple” is probably the most iconic part of the book

for you

pairing: jeon jungkook and park jimin; jikook
genre: fluff, canon universe, inspired by jikook’s cover of we don’t talk anymore (lmao)
a/n: hello, it’s ur non au #1 enthusiast!!
im here again bc, truly, how couldn’t i when jikook can’t stop spoiling the shit out of us lmao (we’re so blessed)
anyway special thanks to my baby angel meariie aka @c-cygnus for reading this beforehand and hyping the hell out of me, i lov u!!
i hope y'all enjoy <3
summary: Jimin is insecure, but Jungkook is more than willing to convince the boy to record a cover with him.
crossposted on ao3

“Jungkook, no. I already said I’m going to do a dance cover! Jesus…” Jimin emphasizes for probably the 10th time. Not that it was anyhow useful, Jeon Jungkook had practice on being the embodiment of stubbornness after living years with six guys way too soft for him.

“Hyung, please, I’m begging you!” The younger pulls out his best shinning (read: imploring) eyes, because he knows how to play dirty. However, Jimin doesn’t spare him a glance. He is aware of how big of a traitor his heart is – he has experienced one too many times in which a quick look at Jungkook’s stupidly adorable face made him crumble instantly

“No.” he repeats, turning away and focusing harder on his phone’s screen. As if it’d be that easy.

Jungkook clings on his arm, pulling him closer and burying his face on the back of his neck. Jimin takes a moment to close his eyes and breath as deeply as he can, his stomach already showing the symptoms of Jeon Jungkook’s virus on his system.

But hyung…” he whines.

“Jungkook-ah, please.” Jimin turns around, holding the boy’s shoulder so he can’t look away. He might give in, if he does. “I don’t want to.”

Jungkook stares at him, before taking a step back away from his hold – a hurt frown starting to mold on his features.

“Why not?” he asks, genuinely confused and Jimin wants nothing more than to punch himself on the face, because he knows how the younger is going to react if he shares the real reason with him – and he is so not on the mood for drama and psychological advice on self steem.

“I just don’t.” he lies and swifts his gaze, Jungkook’s eyes piercing through him and making his throat kind of tighten in a way he doesn’t really enjoy. “Ask Tae or Jin-hyung, I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.”

Jimin waits for a response, but when the only thing welcoming him is the deafening silence of the hotel room, he spins on his heels prepared to leave, bitting back the disappointment tasting bitter on his tongue.

“Why can’t you understand?!” Jungkook snorts in frustration behind him. When Jimin looks back, the boy has a hand holding onto his bangs and parted lips seeming to try and find the right words to say what he desires to. Their eyes cross and Jungkook’s hand fall by his side, cheeks flushing. “I want to do it with you.”

Jimin almost doesn’t hear the end of the setence above the loud stomping of his heart resounding on his ears. He can feel all the blood rushing out of his face, even though he is sure his heart is doing a pretty good job pumping it into his veins.

How is he supposed to say no to that? It’s so fucking unfair he wants to shove his face onto a pillow and scream.

“Please?” Jungkook silently begs, intensely staring back at him. Jimin breaks the visual contact before his cardiac pace drives him to explosion.

“My voice sucks.” He finally lets out, gulping down the lump on his throat. “And so does my english. It’s going to be ridiculous, everyone’s going to laugh at me.”

Jimin doesn’t find the courage to look Jungkook in the eyes – not even when he scoots closer and grabs his shoulder with one hand, the other being given the task of carefully holding his chin and moving his face until it’s right in front of Jungkook’s.

“Look at me…” the younger pleads when Jimin still refuses to interlock their gazes, bitting on his bottom lip slightly and staring at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook uses his thumb to caress the skin in the front part of his chin, the edge of his finger faintly reaching the flesh of Jimin’s mouth. However, the boy is still reluctant to look back at him, something between embarrassment and self humiliation catching him in the middle of a internal fight he tries to avoid every single day. So he closes his eyes instead, solemnly focusing on Jungkook’s tender touch and trying to stop the twisting of his stomach from caging his breath into his lungs.

It shows to be an impossible mission, when the next thing Jimin feels is Jungkook’s lips pressed against his cheek, which instantly burn at the touch. He frowns, ready to ask what in the world is he doing, but Jungkook also kisses the frown away from his forehead and it’s being kind of pretty hard for Jimin not to melt. His chest is rosing up and down lightly and as soon as Jungkook’s soft mouth reachs the bridge of his nose, Jimin has already forgotten every single worry in the back of his mind.

He only acknowledge his hands clutching Jungkook’s t-shirt, when the younger’s lips brushes over a sensitive spot on his jawline and he pulls him closer by tugging at the cloth. He feels Jungkook giggling and his cheeks heat up so hard they tingle warmly. The air around him is simultaneously hot and cold, and it makes his nape hair bristle just the slightest.

“How can you say that…” Jungkook’s voice finally surges in between the kisses he places over Jimin’s eyes. Both of them pretend there’s not insanely racing hearts inside their chests trying to knock down their ribcages to reach one another. “I feel so offended right now.” Jungkook pulls back and Jimin somehow finds the strength to open his eyes. “How dare you insult my favorite voice in the world?”

Jimin has to try really hard to keep on standing, since it seems his legs decided to retire from their labor of being legs and are currently trying a part-time job on being jelly.

“Liar.” His voice fails and he hates it. Hates how weak and exposed Jungkook is able to make him feel in a flashing light.

“You’re the only liar here.” The younger mutters, sliding his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck so he can run his fingers through the smaller’s hair. They stare at each other for what it seems to be an eternity, but it’s really just a few seconds. “Sing with me.” Jungkook breaths out, and it’s only when he realizes how close they actually are. It makes him feel funny inside. It’s nerve-wrackingly funny – the way it seems his stomach is playing drum against his belly. “Please, sing with me.” He repeats lower, and hopes Jimin can’t feel how desperate he is to kick short that annoying distance between them.

Yet, it isn’t him who is taking a step forward and gluing their chests together. He tries to remain calm, tries to hold onto the last string of self control he possesses – although, it’s not like Jimin is making it any easier for him.

“Why?” the older whispers and Jungkook almost laughs. The audacity of the little shit.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t, because he is too busy having a cerebral short circuit at the feeling of the tip of Jimin’s nose brushing against his. At the scent of Jimin’s sweet perfurme curling around his lungs.

“Because I love your voice.” He is quick to answer, and he almost startles at how rough his voice become. “And…” Jungkook presses his fingers on Jimin’s nape nervously and gulps down the actual words he wants to say that are scratching at his throat. “Because I don’t want to do it with anyone else.” He hopes it’s enough.

Jimin smiles – the sweetest smile Jungkook has ever seen landing on those lips and his heart tugs and hurts.

The smaller boy represses his smile, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes, looking to the side as he pretends to think hard. It’s the cutest thing in the whole world.

“With one condition.” He shows his index finger in front of Jungkook’s face before holding on his tshirt again.

Jungkook chuckles, and it sounds so stupidly in love he could be embarrassed if he wasn’t, well, stupidly in love.

“And what is that?”

Jimin’s smile slowly fades in tune with the reddening of his cheeks.

“Kiss me.” He whispers in the quiet.

And then it seems as if the longest silence settles in between them, hanging in their bated breaths and crawling inside their lungs with freezing fingers. Jungkook stares down at Jimin with mild shock in the surface of his eyes and a slightly gaping mouth, which has Jimin wanting to turn around and run all the way back to his room. He instantly regrets the words and his fingers twitch around the white t-shirt’s fabric in nervousness. He opens his mouth to manage out an apology, but is stopped when Jungkook abruptly slides his hands to both sides of his face and catches his bottom lip into his mouth, pressing their lips so hard Jimin has to step backwards two times to keep his balance.

He moans in surprise, grabbing at Jungkook’s waist and squeezing the flesh under his fingers in need to feel it’s truly real. The younger parts his mouth and swipes his tongue over Jimin’s lip, smiling as the other instantly gives in; as he melts over the way Jungkook firmly holds onto his neck and scratches his nails at the base of his nape.

It’s insane, how Jimin manages to overwhelm him with a simple kiss, how Jungkook feels so fucking driven to the edge with a mere touch. But he’s long past the phase when these questions insistently hovered his mind and held him back from giving in, scared he’d fall too deeply.

Because, truly, how naive of him to ever think there was a way he couldn’t mercilessly fall for Park Jimin.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke: actors in a soap opera with so many plot holes and things that could never happen realistically

thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!! ao3


“How dare you.”

Bellamy looks up with a grin as his dressing room door crashes loudly against the wall. “I see you’ve read the script.”

Clarke falls across his couch like a swooning southern belle, one hand to her forehead.

“After all we’ve been through, Bellamy. I can’t believe you would father one of my own sister’s twins.”

“Just one of the twins,” he points out, spinning his chair to face her. “Because that’s biologically possible.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sniffs, but her expression cracks into a smile when she looks over at him.

This is why Clarke is his favorite person on set. She, somehow unlike the rest of their cast, is aware of just how ridiculous their show actually is.

Which is part of why he likes it, honestly. He got into acting because there didn’t seem like much of a downside– if he didn’t get regular work, it was something he could fit around his patchwork schedule of minimum wage positions, and if he did get something more steady, it seemed like it would pay a lot more than Starbucks.

He never set out to be a serious actor, hence why he had no reservations about going out for any job, from voicing a squirrel in a Geico commercial to, yes, soap operas. He took the job because it gave him enough hours to get health insurance from the SAG. But ask him why he looks forward to going in to work every day, and he’d have to try really hard not to mention Clarke Griffin.

“Really?” He asks now, propping his feet up on her thigh. “It wouldn’t be worse if I was the father of both her twins?”

“You slept with her even after I saved your life.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you hadn’t pushed me down that well in the first place!”

“I was possessed by my dead lover’s ghost,” she says, fighting a smile. “It was really traumatic for me.”

“For you,” he mutters. “Which one of us had to spend six hours in cold water?”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“I’m not talking about Antonio. I’m talking about me, Bellamy. They couldn’t even make it warm water?”

“They were going for realism,” she says, patting his ankle patronizingly.

“Yeah, realism is really important to this show,” he snorts. “Realistically, I doubt I would have taken my shirt off if I was hypothermic.”

“It was wet, it wasn’t keeping you warm,” Clarke points out, finally letting herself smile. “Besides, if you’re going to die, might as well go out looking hot.”

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” He teases, nudging her in her most ticklish spot with his foot.

She yelps and swats at it. “You were shirtless and ripped and wet. Yeah, I think that’ll do it for me.”

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anonymous asked:

I feel like we're beating up the Host too much. Let's give this poor boy a bunch of positive headcanons or something

You come into my inbox?? And ask for happy host hc??? Yeah sure

The Host actually has three cats: a silver one, a really fat black one, and a really loud orange tabby. They were gifts from Wilford, Dr. Iplier, and Google. I’ll let you guess who gave him which cat.

He plays a lot of chess with Dark, who always loses.

Anytime a musical comes on, he sings along (of course, he has Mark’s beautiful siren voice) and somehow manages to do all the parts at once. His favorite is probably Into the Woods.

Dr. Iplier gives him a lollipop after every checkup and gives him soothing back massages

Can recite Les Miserables from memory and does so, often. It’s Google’s fave story.

Let’s Yandere play with his hair, usually ends up with lil butterfly clips in it.

Bim always invites him to ice cream night and saves the rocky road for them to share because they’re the only ones who like it

(Oh my god this was therapeutic)

My personal favorite lyrics from each DEH song

Does anybody have a map: no specific line but Rachel Bay Jones is a Queen and kills it through out the entire show.

Waving through a window:
DID I EVEN MAKE A SOUND
DID I EVEN MAKE A SOUND
ITS LIKE I NEVER MADE A SOUND
WILL I EVER MAKE A SOUND

For Forever:
Basically all of it from when Evan climbs up and then falls out of the tree to the end of the song but mostly
-I’m on the ground
My arm goes numb
I look around
And I see him come to get me
He comes to get me
And everything’s okay

Sincerely me (aka the only song that doesn’t make me want to scream or sob):
-Kinky!
-Smoking drugs
-RE IN VEN TION
-The only man that I love is my dad

Requiem:
-I gave you the world and you threw it away
-Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep
-that YOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER that I knew
(ZOE AND HER DAD UGGHFHGDJS THOSE HARMONIES)

If I could tell her:
-He thought you looked really pretty er-
You looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair
-I love youu I LoVe YoUuuuuu I LOVE YOUUUUU

Disappear:
-Make me more that just an abandoned memory
-No one should flicker out
-All you need is for somebody to find you

You will be found:
(SO GOOD AND INSPIRATIONAL I LOVE IT SM)
-Let that lonely feeling wash away
-There’s a place where you don’t have to feel alone
And every time you call out you’re a little less unknown
-When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found

To break in a glove:
-Or you’re just trying to do what’s best for a kid who’s lost control
(This isn’t that emotional of a song but this single phrase breaks my heart every god damn time)

Only us:
-I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you
-Try to quiet the noises in your head
We can’t compete with all that
-If you like me for me and nothing else

Good for you
-well I’m sorry you had it rough and I’m sorry I’m not enough
-(JARED!!!!)and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind
-(EVANNNN) like a train coming off the track cause the rails and my bones all crack I’ve got to find a way to StOp iT sToP It JUST LET ME OOOOOFFF
(this is probably one of my top 5 moments in the show I love Ben platt so much how does he have so much talent)

Words fail: (I have a love hate relationship with this song because it is hands down my favorite song but it makes me sob uncontrollably 10/10 times. The way that Ben platt can be sobbing and still sing so flawlessly wows me to no end)
-I never had that perfect girl who somehow could see the good parts of me
-nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done
-cause if I just believe then I don’t have to see what’s really there
-I’d rather pretend something other than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am (THIS IS THE LINE THAT GETS ME AGGSGHHKK IM AN EMOTIONAL WRECK)
-ALL OF THE WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW REPRISE
-how do I step into the sun

So big So small:
-I knew I’d come up short a million different ways
And I did
And I do
And I will
-your mom isn’t going anywhere your mom is staying right here
(RBJ IS A GODDESS)

Finale:
-today at least you’re you and thats
enough
-we could be alright for forever this way

I live in Phoenix, Arizona and there is a
.0001% chance that I will ever get to see DEH in New York bc I can’t afford to travel across the country, but tbh I would probably drive everyone out of the theater with the amount of crying that would occur if I ever saw the musical on broadway. So I send my love and thanks from a distance. This musical has had such an impact on my life this year. I’ve never connected to something more in my life and sometimes I get so emotional while I’m listening to the sound track that have to take a break for like a week so I can take a rest from crying. Thank you Pasek and Paul. Thank you Steven Levenson. Thank you Ben Platt. Thank you to the rest of the cast for touching my heart so deeply. You have all made me feel so understood and you’re doing so much more for people than you’re probably ever going to be aware of. Thank you all so much.

March 3, 2005

Lots happening today– Bella and Edward sit together at lunch, and Edward keeps her lemonade bottle cap as a souvenir:

Much to her disappointment, he tells her he’s going to ditch Biology. Turns out she should have ditched as well, since they’re doing:

and our girl Bella is made sick by the smell of blood. Edward whisks her away from a jealous and angry Mike, who later returns to the nurse’s office hauling an equally sick Lee Stevens– who somehow has blood dripping down his upraised hand towards his wrist.

What exactly did he DO with his lancet to produce that amount of blood??

Edward and Bella flee the nurse’s office. He dazzles Mrs. Cope into signing Bella out of school and irritates Bella into letting him drive her home.

Later that afternoon, there’s one of my favorite parts of Midnight Sun: Edward is working on Bella’s lullaby at the piano and is joined by Esme and Alice. There’s a sweet interaction between Edward and Esme, and Alice sings, helping him with the composition. They play a song together:

and Edward dramatically plays Chopsticks and the whole thing is just a charming piece of family life. I love all the bits that show how the Cullens really live and interact, but this is one of my favorites.

Of course, Edward ruins the mood a page or two later by freaking out about Peter and Charlotte coming to visit. I guess he couldn’t be relaxed forever. ;)

anonymous asked:

Omg, my favorite part was the amazon fighting the enemy soldiers. So good.

Omg, those Amazon warriors were AMAZING. 

Prompt:  Sudden return of forgotten memory

Pairing: Diana/Steve

Word Count: 193

Tags:  Steve Trevor Lives, Amnesia

Warnings:  Angst (with a happy ending)


It was Etta’s voice that awakened her that morning.  Four words and Diana was out of bed, running for the door in her pajamas.   

It had been almost a year since the end of the war.  Steve was found somehow alive in the wreckage of the plane.  Barely, but he was alive.  

And he’d recovered.  Recovered everything except his memory of her.  It stung, having him look upon her face with unrecognition.  The glow and gleam in his eyes was gone, replaced with confusion.  Starting with what DIana was wearing to who exactly she was.  And why she was on the front lines in the first place.  

Amnesia, it had been explained to her.  He might never regain his lost memories.  

But she’d never given up.  She went to visit him daily, hoping to jog his memory.  When it hadn’t happened, she’d tried to count herself lucky that he hadn’t died in the plane when he very well could have.  

She could still see Steve.  Even if he didn’t know her.  

Which was why what Etta said to her, as she shook her awake, spoke to Diana’s very soul.  

“He’s asking for you.”  


Prompts are closed!  <3  I have one more to write!  <3

Too Late (Peter Parker x Reader) 1/2

Prompt: “Can I have a spider one shot? Where the reader is a new teen at Peter’s school and he ends up being put in a group with her. And he slowly figures out that he loves her. But before he can tell her she is kidnapped” (requested)

Word Count: 2,438

Warnings: flashbacks are in italics

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF, LOOK AT HOW LONG THIS IS. Also, there is not a lot of conversation in here, I don’t know why but I like to describe a lot, sorry if it bothers someone! I’m surely going to put more conversations on the next part. Thanks to @rosequeensiera   for requesting this, also, thanks for being around my blog a lot, I love knowing that you like my stuff <3<3

(Gif is not mine, it belongs to @irenelair , I found it there)

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

Peter Parker’s POV (third person)

After everything that happened in Germany he thought he could never be the same person again, after all, he was in the middle of a battle with Iron Man and Captain America, he was part of something way bigger than his little “missions” as Spiderman, but his hopes of becoming an Avenger crashed when Mr. Stark told him that he had to stay low and return to his everyday routine.

He knew that was the wiser thing he could do, if something went wrong and if someone knew who Spiderman is, it would put his loved ones in danger, aunt May included, and he was not going to risk her just so he could be a hero, so, his little missions at night will have to do for now, apart from that, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle the fame, as well as Mr. Stark, did, the only thought of him facing all those reporters scared him, even remembering how Ned found out about him being Spiderman made him cringe, and it will haunt him for life.

“Aunt May is gonna kill me if she finds out” he thought and trying to come up with a plan on how to enter his room without anyone noticing is how the brilliant idea of climbing the side of the building and entering his room from the window, silently thanking his past self for letting it open when he got out the same way.

As he made his way and passed the window he didn’t expect to hear the sound of something crashing onto the ground and when he turned his head to the source of the sound he saw Ned sitting on his bed with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped, almost immediately he fell to the ground, gracefully standing on his feet and tried to take the suit off, but Ned stand up and moved closer to him, same surprised expression on his face.

“You are the Spiderman” he affirmed with a whisper, probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“No, I’m not” his voice sounded as desperate as his attempt of taking the suit off as quickly as possible “I’m not” he repeated, and said the first thing that came to his mind “This is just a costume” and, oh god, he knew how stupid he looked standing up in front of his best friend with the suit on his hand, almost naked with nothing more than his underwear to cover the little drop of dignity that he had.

“Dude, you were on the ceiling!” he pointed at the ceiling with his finger, still not taking his eyes away from him and he knew that he couldn’t hide it from him, even with his lame excuses.

“O-ok yes, I’m Spiderman” he responded and brushed his hand against his face “but you have to promise me that you will not tell anybody, please, Ned” he desperately begged.

“And who will I tell? You are my only friend!” he knew it was true, and he trusted Ned, so he simply nodded.


When he came back to Queens he knew it was time to go back to school, he was glad that he wasn’t popular and knew that no one noticed his absence, apart from Ned, who he was sure that was going to ask a hell lot of questions about it; he also didn’t expect anything new to happen at his high school, nothing could surprise him now, not after everything that he lived.

As he walked through the crowded halls of the school afterward his first classes, making his way to the cafeteria, his mind was on the battle and how he could improve his skills, he knew he kinda sucked there and if he wanted to eventually become an Avenger he had to get better at a certain point.

“It was time that I see your face around here, I was starting to think that the field trip with Tony Stark was a lie and that you simply gave up on life” Ned joked when he sat down next to him on one of the tables that were always empty, no one dared to sit down next to the nerds and ruin their reputation.

“Wow, thanks, Ned, now I know how low are your thoughts on me” he placed his notebooks on the table along with his cellphone and he wished he could continue to watch videos of Spiderman on Youtube and try to see how he could improve but that would be too risky.

“Any important news while I was away?” he asked while he placed his head on his hand for support and he looked sideways at Ned, who was making a face as he was thinking and snapped quickly when he remembered something.

“Oh yeah, there’s a new girl, she’s really how” he smirked at him which made him chuckle.

“Ned, how is that important? She will never even speak to me or you for that matter”

Ned’s shoulders dropped at his statement and he felt a little guilty for sounding so harsh but they both knew it was true.

“I know, but I can dream, right?” he cocked an eyebrow at him “there’s still a chance for you, thought, for what I know she is in most of your classes”

“You are such a creep, Ned” he furrowed his brows at his friend’s new information; she had to be really pretty if he was that interested.

“Hey, if I can’t get a change you might as well take it, Peter” he paused to take a sip of his can of soda, which he didn’t notice until now “by the way, her name is (Y/N), pretty, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows and he couldn’t contain his laugh that was interrupted by the bell.

“We have to go, we wouldn’t want to be late for Ms. Kellant class you know she is quite scary”

The two of them stand up gathering all of their belongings and made their way to the classroom.

He knew it was bad to not pay attention to his class and that the teacher could catch him at any second but he couldn’t help it, he had to watch more videos, he had set his mind, he wanted to get better at the only thing that made him excited.

Ned, who was at his side, didn’t even try to tell him to stop; he tried before but only ended in him being ignored, so he just paid attention to the class taking notes because he knew that at one point he would call him and asking for them.

“Peter, you still with us?” Ms. Kellant voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly shut his computer down and he recomposed himself on his seat.

“Uh yeah, yeah, s-sorry” it always made him nervous to be the center of attention, especially if someone was calling him out, especially the teacher.

“I was informing you that for your next project you will be paired with (Y/N) (L/N), so for next class, you will sit together to start preparing”

He would have answered something if it wasn’t for Ned’s elbow hitting his right side, so he just nodded.

“That’s the girl I told you before” he whispered cheerfully at him and looking at him with a smile “oh man, you are so lucky” Ned sighed and return to look at the teacher that was explaining something he didn’t hear.

He wish he could be as happy as his friend but he didn’t even know how the girl looked like, so he just started to actually pay attention to the class and before he even knew it the class was over; he started to put away his things in his backpack but stopped when he heard Ned gasp and looked at him confused but he had to look away when someone tapped on his shoulder; when he turned he saw a girl smiling at him and he felt how his breath got caught in his throat, she was really beautiful, and never a girl like that approached him before.

“Hey, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your new partner” her smile never left her face, not even when he was stupid enough to stumble with his own words.

“H-hello, I’m P-peter Parker” she chuckled when she heard him and he was sure that he embarrassed himself.

“Yeah, I know” she said and looked down at her phone for a second before looking at him again “I have to go, but I hope that we can get to know each other better, after all the project is due in a couple of weeks, see you on next class, Peter” with that she turned and left the classroom, and that’s when he noticed that he had the same expression the whole time and his grip on the things he was holding was quite strong, and he cringed at himself yet again at himself.

“This is going to be good, really good” he heard Ned’s voice and groaned in frustration but continued to put his things in his backpack.


When he entered the Ms. Kellant class on the next day he was already sweating, he knew he had to sit with (Y/N) and talk to her and try to sound like a normal human being and not fuck up so she wouldn’t think he was a weirdo.

The classroom started to fill as people walked in and eventually, she entered as well, making her way to sit next to him and when she finally did it he could feel her perfume.

“Hi, Peter” she smiled when he looked at her and somehow that eased his nervousness.

“Hey” he answered shortly and face palmed himself mentally, this could be the opportunity to establish a conversation “how are you?” that was somehow better.

“I’m fine, thanks, kinda excited for this project, I really like chemistry” she almost whispered the last part, sounding embarrassed almost and he understood instantly, she didn’t want to sound like a nerd.

“Me too, one of my favorite subject” he smiled at her and his smile grew when she smiled with a little laugh.

And somehow things got even better from that day, they exchanged numbers and agreed to meet after school to start with the project and the first meeting would be at his house, after all, May worked during the day and she said that on her house her brothers would bother them; of course, when May found out that he would bring a girl to the house she was more than happy and excited, she even started to ask questions about her and if they were dating, but no matter how many times he reminded her that was only for a project she wouldn’t hear.

The first time she went to his house it was a little awkward at first, neither of them seemed to know what to say to each other but as time went by they were talking like they were friends forever, that day he learned a lot about her and he knew he had developed a crush on her, it was impossible not to, she had a lot of things in common with him, she was smarter than he thought and she was beautiful in every way in his eyes.

His friendship bloomed during the following weeks, they talked to each other at school almost all the time and his crush got even bigger when he introduced her to Ned and he saw how friendly he was towards his best friend, having in mind that not everyone treated them nice at school he was surprised. They texted almost every day and at any time, even at school when they weren’t together in class; and he knew his crush was shifting and he realized he was slowly falling in love with her, the way she laughed at his silly jokes, how nice she was to everybody, how much he loved her smile and especially if she was smiling at him and the way her eyes squinted when she laughed loudly; to him she was simply perfect, and he knew he was in love.

And little did he know that she was feeling the same.


That day he was a little bit more excited than usual, he and (Y/N) would go to a café near his house to study, they decided to change a little, well, he decided to change, today was the day he was going to tell her how he felt, he didn’t know where all this sudden courage came from but he was looking forward to spending time with her.

He sat down on the couch in his living room, she told him she will be there soon and they would head to the café together, he was checking his phone every 5 seconds waiting for her text, her last message was from 5 minutes ago, he knew her house wasn’t far away from his, but he decided not to get too nervous about it; but couldn’t help to check his phone again.

(Y/N): I’ll be there soon, see you 😘

He tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling of him, something on the back of his mind was telling him that there was something wrong, so he typed quickly on his phone.

Hey, (Y/N), everything ok? 👀

He added an emoji to sound a little bit less worried or desperate, but a couple of minutes later there was still no response, he shifted a little on the couch, leaning forward and putting his hands over his knees, still holding the phone; once more, he texted her.

Did something happen?

Same as before, he waited a little in the silence of his living room, in his mind he was displaying at least 10 scenarios of what could possibly had happened, but none of them were good, she was never late before or if she was running late she would text him or call him, but yet again, he felt like something was wrong but before he could go on with his thoughts he heard his phone vibrate on his hand and the screen displayed a message; he entered his password and tapped on the message but furrowed his brows instantly at the message that only showed an address not so far from his house. He was going to reply but another messaged popped up.

(Y/N): see you there, spiderboy, don’t be late.

(Y/N): we got your girl

He felt as if the blood drained from his body and his breathing quickened, it wasn’t a joke, she didn’t know about his secret and if she knew, she wasn’t going to make a joke like this. He knew that she was in danger; he had to save her before it was too late.

haunting-song  asked:

Okay, finally got the courage to send in this request! How about Zen as a merman meeting a human MC? It can be like The Little Mermaid if you like; both he and Ariel share that same inner strength and determination, a big reason as to why they are two of my all-time favorite characters. <3 Or it can be a plot of your own design. The idea of Zen as a merman sounds really awesome because he *does* look like he can come from another world, and I'm sure he'd look great as one. c: Thank you so much!

When I tried writing this, Zen always somehow ended up being a siren rather than a merman and took lots of rewriting trying to figure out a plot to use, but I finally did it! Sorry for the wait, and thank you for requesting! I really want to make a full multi-part/chaptered fic with this because I had a much deeper plot in mind, buuuut for now I’ll leave it like this. (I’ll post my fic ideas for what the deeper plot of it is later tho)


There was something about the land that seemed so fascinating to a sea-dweller like Zen. Perhaps because it was a world he doesn’t know much of and wanted to learn more, or perhaps it was out of mere curiosity. Humans were such strange creatures, and though they were interesting, they were quite dangerous towards merpeople.

What was it about immortality that made humans act so violent and greedy to get a chance at it? It wasn’t like the humans knew if those legends about merpeople were true. …Well, the legends of merpeople and their link towards immortality weren’t too far off. Zen himself has never come into contact with a human, but he has heard stories from others, so despite his curiosity towards the complicated creatures, he did maintain a safe distance from them.

But even so, Zen wanted to see what the land was like. The merman couldn’t leave the sea for too long, but he did enjoy spending some time on the shore in the middle of the night with no humans in sight as his eyes scanned around the area and starry sky.

It was just like any regular night with him spending some idle time on the shore when Zen picked up on some footsteps in the sand. He glanced around and saw a human from afar. You were walking along the shore, unable to find some sleep and decided to go for a quick stroll. Zen immediately retreated back to the water, but he couldn’t help but be curious. This was his first time seeing a human after all, so he stayed behind, still keeping a safe distance away and hidden away by the night.

You sit down onto the sand with a heavy sigh, wiggling your toes in the grains that offer ticklish sensations. The corners of your lips mar themselves into a frown as you recall something unpleasant from the day, and out of frustration, you pick up a small stone and throw it into the water. You were expecting to hear a splash, but all you heard instead was a voice.

“Ow!”

Your eyes widen, and you immediately stand up in a panic. “Who’s there?!”

Zen was about to leave at risk of getting caught, but he can see the fear in your expression, and he bites his lip. Human or not, he wasn’t one to leave a woman in distress. Trying to push away the thoughts of what the consequences might be, the merman makes himself known to you. “You should be careful throwing stuff into the ocean. People live here.”

Confusion etches its way onto your features as this gorgeous young man is revealed in the moonlight, his silvery white hair catching the moonlight in all the right ways. “Who…are you?” You ask slowly before your eyes look into the water and realize that this young man doesn’t have any legs but a— “Are you a merman?!” You gasp in awe and wonder.

There’s a small moment of silence before Zen asks, “…Are you not going to try to catch me to eat me?”

“What? Why would I do that?” Your face scrunches up in disgust at the idea.

“Isn’t that what you humans do with us? Eating the flesh of us merfolk to gain immortality?”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “I have no idea what kind of humans you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m not like that.” Suddenly realizing how rude you were being, you quickly introduce yourself, offering your name to the merman.

“I’m Zen,” the male introduces himself to you after coming to the decision that you seem friendly enough.

After that, it sort of became a natural occurrence for the two of you to meet up on the shore in the middle of the night. Both you and Zen engaged in conversations about each other’s world, interested in the way the other lived; however, the conversations started to shift at some point. It was no longer about the other’s world as a whole, but about the other as a person. The topics of discussion changed from the foods people eat to your favourite type of food, or places that exist to places you’ve been to and would want to visit.

“You know,” Zen starts one day, “we’re always talking here on the shore. How about we go a bit further into the water?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I-I would like to, but…the thing is…I don’t know how to swim. I-I’m afraid of drowning, to be honest, especially at night with nobody else around.”

“I’m here,” Zen reminds you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll keep you safe.”

You don’t know why, but you end up trusting the merman. You give a slow nod of your head. “Okay then, tomorrow night. I’ll be sure to wear my swimsuit.”

As promised, the next night, you had worn a swimsuit underneath your usual attire. Warmth crawled up to Zen’s cheeks as he watched you strip down to it before you take a few steps into the water. “It’s cold!” You complain with a shiver, but you don’t back out. You’ve already gone this far.

You continue walking, the seafloor getting deeper and deeper, and a sense of anxiety fills you the more your body is submerged in water. You’re on your tiptoes by now, and Zen immediately goes to your side, grabbing hold of your hand. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Just relax…”

You nod, putting your faith and trust in the merman, and he guides you a bit further into the water, squeezing your hand and not once letting go. You kick your legs around for a bit, trying to figure out what kind of movement would help you stay afloat, and after a while, you finally get used to it. Even after becoming more comfortable, however, Zen doesn’t let go of you, tilting his head to the side as he stares at you.

“This is the closest we’ve ever been,” the merman notes with a small hum, the sound ringing pleasantly in your ear.

You find yourself blushing at the realization, and offer an awkward sound of acknowledgement, finding yourself unable to trust your own voice at the moment. At your silence, Zen decides to continue, “It’s a bit strange… I didn’t expect humans to be so…soft to the touch. It’s nice, and I quite like it.”

Almost as though to prove his point, Zen trails a finger along the length of your arm, starting from the wrist all the way to your shoulders. Your heart leaps in your chest when he doesn’t stop, dragging all of his fingers now along the column of your neck to your jawline before cupping your cheek. Your heart hammers against you when Zen locks his gaze with yours.

There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your cheeks flush. Somehow, it seems like your senses are heightened, and you can take note of every single detail. Your forms reflected on the surface of the water. The moonlight illuminating the pair of you. The subtle sounds of moving water. The warmth of Zen’s body against yours. The way his shaky breaths mix with yours in the small space between your lips as Zen leans closer towards you, tilting his head to the side which allows some of his hair around his shoulders to fall off.

You close your eyes in anticipation, and you feel Zen’s lips on the corner of your mouth. He lingers there for a moment before suddenly leaning back, almost as though just realizing what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—I-I just felt like…” The merman stumbles with his words before trailing off, the redness of his cheeks plainly obvious even in the darkness of the night.

You squeeze Zen’s hand, prompting him to look up at you. “I think I understand…”


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i have asked this question a lot, but honestly… i really want to know.

why is rey skywalker such a bad outcome for some fans?

why are people so against it? why are people picking and choosing how they viewed TFA and taking minor evidence with them to the grave? why are they trying so hard to erase the suggestions that the movie deliberately implied?

rey skywalker isn’t about fulfilling a damned romantic relationship unapparent in TFA itself. i’m not sorry that most people think rey/lo is abhorrent considering that even if they aren’t related, there is no way rey would decide to shed light upon kylo and somehow fall in love with him to “save” him or the skywalker family. romance has never been a filler part of star wars in any way that you shake it, and if padme couldn’t save anakin with her love and devotion (someone he had been with for four years before his fall), i don’t know why that awful plot concoction would be any more acceptable.

alright, i guess you want rey to be related to obi-wan. okay… i can see why, i guess. obi-wan is my favorite character in the prequels so i fathom the wishful thought of giving him the opportunity to expand on the ken/obi family that doesn’t exist. but all it does is shat deliberately on the character that obi-wan was. it directly shafts and tarnishes who he was as a direct jedi council member that failed his own pupil and then went on to train his failed pupil’s son.

rey random could very easily happen, despite how much i don’t like it. but honestly…? why is rey skywalker so bad?

you’re sick of the skywalkers? well, star wars has always been predominantly about them, kiddos. even in this new series should rey not be confirmed luke’s child, he is still going to play a major factor into the saga. episode VII was all about finding luke.

the main reason i want rey to be luke’s kid is because i would like her to have a relevant father who loves her unconditionally. a dad who just happens to be one of the most important people in the galaxy, which gives her a real drive to battle against the evil that kylo ren is capable of. if you hate the fact that this new series is based off of luke/anakin or that it isn’t fulfilling a corrupt and gross romance, perhaps star wars isn’t the series for you and you’d better stick with Fifty Shades of Fucking Shit.

the EU gave luke a wife and a child. rey skywalker is nowhere set in stone, but stop acting like luke having a daughter is inconceivable. i’m so tired of this bullshit, especially with the recent “trailer leak” where luke is mentioned to have a voiceover asking rey (supposedly, which we don’t actually know at all), “who are you?”

really, that somehow extinguishes rey skywalker after a film that had “random rey” inherit luke and anakin’s lightsaber? “random rey” who imagined luke skywalker’s island for years during her direct moments of desperation while she waited for her family? “random rey” who came into physical contact with luke skywalker himself, who already knew who rey was based on the script that he “didn’t need to ask who she was”?

just stop this bullshit. rey skywalker might not happen, but it is certainly more believable to anything else that is ejaculated into the series possibilities, which are pretty damn terrible. jesus fucking christ, i am so tired.

Unedited : Calum AU

Description: I feel like Calum’s been hella artistic lately so enjoy some quick photographer!Calum

Word Count: 985

A long shower greets you as you and Calum return from your evening ocean side walk. Calum, being the dedicated photographer that he is, couldn’t resist the particularly colorful sunset that painted tonight’s sky, and insisted that you join him on his quest to capture new material for his landscape portfolio. You obliged enthusiastically, always honored to watch Calum at work. He has such an eye for photogenic moments, many of them framed and hung around the walls of the home you two have enjoyed personalizing over the years. You never tire of walking into a room covered in his artistic talents, and you don’t think you ever will.

After your shower you expect to find Calum waiting for you, warming up the sheets of your bed, but he’s not there when you walk in. You dress in your favorite t-shirt of his and a comfortable pair of cheekies, then wander toward the only other room he might possibly be. It’s not much of a studio, just a bit of open space with a computer desk and a drafting table (because the boy can draw, too), with prints of his pictures yet to be suspended lined up around the floorboards. Sure enough, you find him sat at the desk, his opened laptop holding his complete attention.

The door isn’t closed all the way so you knock softly on the frame, letting your presence be known. With the turn of his head Calum peeks at you, a smile instantly running across his handsome face.

“Come ‘ere, angel,” he says as he leans back in his chair, offering his lap as a seat.

You take a few barefooted steps to meet him, hugging his neck as you sit. One of his strong arms wraps around your waist while the other allows him control of the wireless mouse. The laptop screen displays the pictures from earlier, different shades of yellow and orange being the primary sight. It really was a camera worthy sunset, and you can’t wait to see the masterpieces that Calum has turned it into.

“What do you think?” he asks, scrolling through edited and unedited versions of similar pictures. Flipping through all of them almost acts as a timeline, like you’re watching the sun set all over again.

“They’re really good,” you praise, painfully aware of your bland vocabulary. Calum is better with words as well, something you discovered in an apology letter he left you after one of your first serious fights.

He smiles again and gives your shoulder an innocent kiss, thanking you for the compliment.

“My favorite one’s coming up.”

You watch patiently as he continues to go from photo to photo, each shot somehow impressing you more than the last. It doesn’t take long for the one he was talking about to make its debut appearance, and your heart lurches when you see it.

It slipped your mind that there was a moment when Calum attempted to sneak you into frame while you weren’t paying attention. You thought you managed to catch on in time before he was able to accomplish a task that you’ve repeatedly told him you want to be no part of, but apparently that wasn’t the case. In front of you is a picture of yourself, a moment before you told Calum to stop pointing his camera at you. In it you’re seemingly reaching for the lens, on a mission to cover it with your palm, but your expression betrays you with a small smirk breaking free of its suppression. Instead of looking into the lens, your gaze is focused slightly above it where Calum’s eyes would be meeting yours. Your skin looks especially bronze as you stand in the direct path of the sun’s setting light, flattering your complexion into looking oddly flawless while highlighting the lighter shades of your hair.  

You lean forward as you’re introduced to the picture, baffled by your own face. You don’t usually like having your picture taken by someone else, Calum included, but this one is something close to a miracle.

“You edited this,” you declare, brushing his hand off of the wireless mouse so you can use it.

“Nope,” Calum says proudly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well I look… weird.”

He curls his other arm around you now that he’s lost his rights to the mouse, takes your free hand in his, and raises it to his lips.

“You look like you’re in love with me,” he says.

His observation awakens the butterflies nesting in your stomach. Another glance at the picture gives you the same impression. The half-smiling face you’re making is one of not only annoyance but acceptance, two emotions that only Calum could make you feel simultaneously.  

“Huh,” you huff, leaning further into Calum’s body, “Camera must be broken.”

He laughs and squeezes you tighter, attacking your neck with take-it-back kisses. You swing your legs over his to make yourself more comfortable on his lap. He runs his fingers down the bare skin of your thigh, raising goosebumps in their path. His mouth gradually works its way toward yours, pressing multiple kisses to the lips he can never seem to get enough of.

The way every thought that doesn’t involve Calum disappears from your mind, leaving you lightheaded and consumed by him, is sufficient evidence to prove your little joke false. As you kiss him you’re reminded of the admiration you felt by the ocean while you witnessed him in action. You can clearly visualize the tip of his tongue protruding his teeth as he analyzes his surroundings for the best scenery, and the cute lines that crease near his right eye when he squints into the view finder. You adore all there is to adore about him: his commitment, his passion, his raw capability, and although you hate being made the subject of his artwork, you know damn well there’s nothing broken about that camera at all.  

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anonymous asked:

My favorite part of the JC Penny pictures is just how Killua seems to have his long-ass nails out for no reason. Like he's not killing anyone and somehow all the veins aren't popping out, he just specifically made his pointy claws visible??? At least paint them you gremlin

it’s honestly ooc that killua’s nails aren’t constantly painted different colors to “match” his various terrible outfits. he seems like the kinda kid who would go all out like that. there must be a reason he doesn’t… like they look really nasty after he turns them into claws or something. come on, togashi – please explain.

we must be miles up

aka that ninja ship party (brian/danny) post-concert whippets fic for the wonderful @egocentrifuge‘s birthday
rating: m for non-specific dick grabbing 
content warning for recreational drug use (nitrous), unironic use of the word ‘tubular,’ and excessive pining
on ao3
excerpt:

“Hi,” Danny says, like he doesn’t have his arms full of bright, neon-colored balloons. “How was your shower?”

“Did you rob a clown,” Brian says flatly.

“I have drugs!” Danny singsongs in reply, stepping into the room and letting the balloons tumble out of his arms and go rolling in random directions.

“Are those drugs LSD, and did you take them ten minutes ago?”

Danny laughs at him and scoops up one of the balloons, pops it into the air in Brian’s direction. “No— The concert, remember? You were asking about whippets. And here they are. I made whippets appear. I’m the goddamn whippet king.”

“Ah,” Brian says, letting the door swing shut and catching the balloon before it hits the floor. “I remember. And then I said, ‘after the concert, why don’t you go out in your boxers and buy drugs?’ That was my favorite part of the conversation.”

“These are indeed my drug-buying boxers,” Danny says, agreeably and without hesitation.

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A few words on the recent passing of Chris Cornell:

Chris Cornell was the primary reason Fuck Yeah Soundgarden was created. I fell in love with his voice, which lead to Soundgarden becoming a favorite band. His voice was unique, emotive. It fit what he was singing perfectly, whether Loud Love, Black Hole Sun, Can’t Change Me, Be Yourself, Billie Jean, Part of Me, or Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart. He had a true gift.

When I began listening to his music, I was entering the worst years of my life. His songs helped fend off the dark that go along with depression. He gave me something to look forward to in the form of concerts every couple of years.

Somehow, Chris Cornell became like family, and family is never forgotten.

Rest in peace, Chris.

Lady Problems

Title: Lady Problems

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Word Count: 1 400

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Reader has her period, if that makes you uncomfortable. A few swear words.

Request from sunsetimpala: hey! I’m peyton! I was wondering if I could request an imagine? I’m on my period and I have a cold at the same time, which sucks. I was wondering if you could write me an imagine where the boys take care of the reader while the reader has the same situation as me (period and cold at the same time). And could you please make it hella fluffy too? thanks so much!

Author’s note: Okay sunsetimpala, I hope this is what you were looking for, and I hope it’s fluffy enough! I really liked this request, I think we all want Sam and Dean to take care of us when we’re sick! And I’m sorry I’m so bad at naming things guys, let’s just pretend the name is cooler. –xoxo Katie

Y/F/S = Your Favorite Show

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      You were lying on your bed - curled up in a ball that you somehow thought would help make you feel better - when you heard a knock from the hall and Dean’s familiar voice coming through the slightly ajar door. “Hey, Y/N, how are you feeling?” Dean asked as he slowly entered your room, waiting for any protest on your part. You responded with a strained noise and buried you face in the mattress, not willing to provide any further answer.

      For the last few days you’d been suffering from a nasty cold and now - as if you weren’t already in enough pain - you had gotten your period on top of it, like your body was playing some cruel joke on you. Your nose was stuffed up, everything hurt, it felt like your stomach was in a vice and if something didn’t let up soon you didn’t know what you were going to do. You drew you knees further into your chest.

      “Whoa, are you okay?” Dean said as he hurried over to the bed and placed a hand on your hip, “I thought you had a cold, why are holding your stomach like that?”

      You squeezed your eyes shut at the pain the movement of the bed caused but forced yourself to answer – in a way. “Because I’m dying!” you cried, flipping over and resting your head on Dean’s leg, then bunching his shirt up in your weak fist.

      “Oh come on, you’re not dying.”

      “Yes I am!”

      “Okay, what’s wrong?” Dean asked as he ran his fingers through your hair, making you feel comfortable, even if only slightly. “I thought you were starting to feel better yesterday?”

      “I was, but now I’ve been cursed!

      “Alright, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m almost positive that you’re exaggerating.”

      Not really, you thought bitterly, and groaned at the prospect of having to explain to Dean what was wrong, but you felt entirely too awful to care and decided to put it as gently as you could. “I, uh … I’m having lady problems,” you said rather quietly, feeling Dean’s hand still for only a moment and then slip back into the comforting rhythm he’d adopted earlier.

      “Oh,” Dean said, “well, is there, um, is there anything I can do to help?” He seemed cautious, but was acting very mature. You breathed a sigh of relief.

      “Well, um, maybe you could get me some Advil? And another blanket?” You looked up. “I’m cold again.”

      Dean’s face was sympathetic, and he gave you a kind smile before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You got it, Sweetheart. But, you’re going to have to let me go first,” he said with a chuckle.

      “Oh, right,” you mumbled, as you reluctantly separated yourself from Dean and flopped back onto the bed with a groan.

      “Uh, just a second,” Dean said, quickly getting off the bed and leaving the room. You waved your hand in acknowledgment, but you doubted he saw it. Then a few moments later you heard faint whispers coming from the hall and the heavy clunking of someone’s boots on the floor. You looked up to find a smiling Sam standing in the doorway.

      “Hey, I heard you could use some company. May I?” Sam asked, gesturing towards the bed. You nodded from your crumpled position in amongst your blankets and shuffled over to make room for the substantial hunter. He sat down beside you, making the bed dip as he did.

      “So, what do you want to do?” Sam asked. “Board game?” You frowned at the idea. “Netflix?” You smiled. “Okay, Netflix it is then,” Sam said, as he reached for the remotes on your bedside table and turned on the television – which was a new and well-loved addition to the bunker, that even managed to pry Sam away from work every once and awhile.

      Realizing it was necessary, you’d started to sit up - intending to prop yourself against the headboard so you could see the screen better – when Sam said, “Come here,” and held his arm out to you, making a place for you to sit, which you happily moved to, leaning against Sam’s side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Then he pulled a blanket over the two of you, clearly not perturbed by your cold, and immediately searched for Y/F/S.


      When Dean finally returned – almost an hour later – his hands were full of bags, in which he had gifts of Advil and ice-cream and blankets - and not an old blanket he found in a dusty, long-abandoned Men of Letters room either, but a new one, which was arguably the softest thing you’d ever felt. Granted, he probably got it at Walmart, but when you grow up in a life of dingy motels and hole in the wall diners, pretty much anything is a step up.

      You hadn’t heard Dean when he first came in, because you’d fallen asleep – still leaning against Sam, it’s worth noting, which had made you feel rather guilty when you woke up – but you managed to open your tired eyes when you felt something soft touch your chin. The blanket. It was plush and white, and Dean had draped it over you when he got to your room, placing it as gently as he could so he didn’t wake you up – though you were a light sleeper so it didn’t really matter.

      Sam and Dean had always been affectionate towards you, probably because they’d never really had anyone before, besides each other, that they loved - at least not someone that hadn’t been taken away from them. They were protective of you and caring, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to be close or fall asleep with one of them when you shared motel rooms, so this situation didn’t make you uncomfortable in the least.

      “Hey, Kiddo, how are you feeling?” Dean asked, as he settled in a chair across from the bed. You rolled your eyes at the name and started to sit upright, cringing at the pinch in your stomach and holding the blanket so it didn’t fall down.

      “You know I’m only a few years younger than you, right?” you said.

      “Exactly, which makes you a kid.”

      “But Sam is younger than me, and you don’t call him a kid.” Sam and Dean exchanged looks and laughed.

      “Have you seen Sam?” Dean asked, “If I called him a kid he’d knock me on my ass.” He wasn’t wrong, but you still made a pouty face and reached out to hit Dean’s shoulder – which you immediately regretted, because everything hurt and colds were evil. Dean laughed at your feeble attempt at retaliation.

      “Okay, calm down,” Dean said, reaching into his bag and producing a bottle of Advil. “Take this, it’ll help ya feel better.” He handed you two pills and a glass of water from your bedside table, which you took with relief and set the glass back down when you were done.

      “Thanks,” you said quietly, still feeling kind of drowsy after being asleep.

      Dean waved his hand. “Don’t mention it.”

      “No seriously, thank you,” you said with a more determined tone. “I love you guys, and I don’t know what I would do without you.” Dean’s face immediately softened and he held his arms open, then pulled you against his chest.

      “And you’ll never have to find out,” Dean mumbled against your hair, “I promise.” You knew that wasn’t a promise he could make, not in this line of work, but it still made you feel better. The words were enough.

      When you felt Sam get off of the bed – probably to stretch his legs – you separated from Dean, and then he said, “okay, I’m going to go get bowls for the ice cream.”

      “Why did you get ice-cream?” Sam asked, giving Dean a familiar look that meant he disapproved of Dean’s food choices.

      “For Y/N’s throat!”

      You shook you head and smiled. “Dean, my throat hasn’t hurt for two days.”

      Dean opened his mouth and shut it again, attempting to formulate his defense. “Yeah, well – shut up, I want ice-cream!” he finally said. You and Sam exchanged knowing looks.

      “Go get the bowls,” you said with a laugh, and settled in for a day of relaxation with your boys. You may have felt crappy, but at least you had them.

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Welcome to day 2 where @controlofwhatido takes on reccing favourites of her own fic and giving us a sneak peek through some excerpts.


Day 2: Recs!

Come Take My Hand Now (mpreg!Blaine)

This is probably my pride and joy. I wrote it as a reaction to 4x14 and 18k words never came so easily. I still want to write a sequel, but that’s a ways down my writing to-do list right now. I was inspired to write it, because, well… the idea of Blaine getting pregnant from the wedding hookup, to having to deal with it on his own, to working on his relationship with Kurt because of it… I couldn’t stop thinking about all of that so I had to write it. Somehow, even though it’s mpreg, it’s my most popular fic. I had so many people come and tell me that they don’t ever read mpreg, but they love this fic.

It’s hard to pick a favorite part, but I am fond of the imagery right here:

Summer sucks. Being twenty-three weeks pregnant sucks. Everything sucks. Blaine is hot and uncomfortable and horny and huge and hot. He groans, flips his body pillow over to the cool side and changes the channel on the TV.

“Wow, okay – didn’t realize it was clothing optional today,” Kurt says, appearing in the doorway to Blaine’s bedroom.

“It’s 
hot,” Blaine whines, shifting his legs so his thighs aren’t touching, which puts his crotch on display for Kurt. “And I’m still wearing underwear, I’m not completely naked.”

“Blaine,” Kurt says, laughing and crawling up on the bed. He trails his fingers along the waistband of Blaine’s briefs, which is tucked right under his round belly. “These aren’t really leaving much to the imagination.”

The Way You Touch Me

This was my first (and only) attempt at writing for a gkm prompt. I wish I could’ve done more, because oh man I ran into SO many great prompts. It hit all the right places (virgin, but confident, Blaine who meets Kurt who is not a virgin, but still knows little to nothing about sex) so I just had to try my hand at writing it. I love the idea of Blaine slowly teaching Kurt how enjoyable sex can be, through different stages. It was a lot of sex to write, but I think it turned out pretty well.

I grabbed this part for a quote because it’s just after their first orgasm together, and it really starts ramping up after this:

“I’m – “ Kurt pauses and turns his head to kiss Blaine’s temple. “Thank you, that was – I had no idea I could feel like th-that,” he mumbles quietly, his lips grazing Blaine’s skin as he talks.

Blaine pushes himself up so he can look Kurt in the eyes. He feels his heart squeeze in his chest because all he sees in Kurt’s eyes is trust and something else – he can’t quite tell. “I will always, always make you feel good, okay?” He kisses across Kurt’s forehead and down to his cheeks. “And if… if you want to go further at some point, just tell me. I want to teach you everything I know.”

“Y-yes,” Kurt says, nodding, sliding his hands up to the back of Blaine’s neck. “I think… I’d like that.”

Lovers And Secret Worlds

I wrote this for the Klaine Reverse Bang in 2012. It seems like ages ago, wow. I still love it. I hadn’t ever written a “historical” AU (this one is set in the 1920’s) and it was so much fun to write with slightly different language tweaks and mannerisms. The art drew me in immediately, and I just ran with the idea of Blaine being more on the well-to-do side and Kurt being his stable hand. I also loved writing the secrecy and forbidden love, too.

This quote is just one of the many that I still think fondly of, especially since at this point, Blaine has no idea that Kurt “leans” his way, too:

“If I may, you sing really well.”

His heart leaps into his throat and he feels as if he has to swallow it down before he can speak – he hadn’t even heard Kurt approach, he had been so caught up in caring for Warbler and his song. “Th-thank you. You do, too.”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he takes a quick step backward. “You’ve heard me sing, Mr. Anderson?”

“I – yes, the first day we met? You were singing as I walked down here – your voice, it’s remarkable,” Blaine says, and he furrows his eyebrows when Kurt takes another step away from him. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I,” Kurt says and diverts his eyes to Shortcake. He reaches up to pet her neck. “No one has heard me sing since – well, no matter. I should get going. I have other chores to do.”

“Wait,” Blaine says and almost reaches out for Kurt. Suddenly all he wants to do is wrap Kurt up in his arms and maybe kiss him but he knows he can’t do that – could never do that. Kurt would never want that, of course not. He thinks maybe Kurt is with Brittany and that’s okay, Blaine can keep his longings and desires to himself. He just needs to work on his self-control. “You don’t have to rush away all the time. I would like it very much… if we could be friends?”

Your Top Ten Everlark Quotes: Catching Fire

#10:

I look into those blue eyes that no amount of dramatic makeup can make truly deadly and remember how, just a year ago, I was prepared to kill him. Convinced he was trying to kill me. Now everything is reversed. I’m determined to keep him alive, knowing the cost will be my own life, but the part of me that is not so brave as I could wish is glad that it’s Peeta, not Haymitch, beside me. Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as on.

#9:

When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta.

#8:

Let’s start with something more basic. Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine…but I don’t know what your favorite color is?” he says. A smile creeps onto my lips. “Green. What’s yours?” “Orange,” he says. “Orange? Like Effie’s hair?” I say. “A bit more muted,” he says. “More like…sunset.”

#7:

Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was an I expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

#6:

 “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says… I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it.”

#5:

Peeta walks me down to my room in silence, but before he can say good night, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. His hands slide up my back and his cheek leans against my hair.

#4:

So impossibly good. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

#3:

“So, what should we do with our last few days?” “I just want to spend every possibly minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies. “Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.

#2:

 I just get out one more sentence. “Stay with me.”

#1:

 I realize only person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. “I do,” I say. “I need you.“

Shocking!!! :)

I think it should be the top Everlark quote of CF. Katniss never wanted to need someone. She was afraid to. Then she realizes she needs him and says it aloud to him. It’s such a powerful moment for the both of them.

Thank you to everyone who sent in votes and quotes! I love hearing from you.

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09/24/15 ~ My Experience Meeting BTS ♡

So, as several of you have requested, I am finally writing out my experience meeting BTS at the Highlight Tour’s stop in Houston. I warn you all that it does drag on a bit, so if you’d like to skim or completely disregard the post, you may do so haha! Additionally, many may wander how the heck I remember everything in detail despite it having taken place a while ago—Well, I write in a diary regularly and wrote down five pages worth of this day so yeah lol.

TGM’s organization, as many of you already know, was a complete mess. But, this is not a post to bash on TGM and just one describing the members so here it goes!

The Photo Session:

So, my younger sister and I went together and as soon as we entered the building, we saw all the members lined up in person….and damn. Even from several feet away with crowds of people in between, they really stood out. To be honest, they were a lot shorter than people make them seem which didn’t really surprise me since, as an Asian girl, I know that many Asian guys aren’t usually that tall. The order from left to right was Namjoon, Taehyung, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and J-hope. We were starstruck af right away and didn’t even know if we were supposed to join the group in front of us for photos since we were the last ones in that specific line. That’s why, while staring at the boys, we didn’t realize that Hoseok and Jungkook were waving and saying hi…right at us. At first, we thought they were just waving at someone else in our direction but quickly noticed that nobody else was behind or even close to us so yeah; we flipped out and didn’t even bother hiding our fangirling while waving and saying hi back. Also, It turns out that they were waving to us in order to tell that it’s alright to join the group photo.


The Mini-Concert:

To be honest, they seemed quite drained at times but still did a really great job trying to be energetic in order to please the fans. During the member introductions, their English was so adorable! They really did try their best! Seokjin talked about a “choo-choo train” and Namjoon talked about maybe having a “real concert” in the future. His English, by the way, is just as flawless as you’d all expect. Yoongi even talked about the Johnson Space Center and NASA + acted out a flying jetpack, which was precious! Also, Jin’s speaking/singing voice was slightly higher live. “Boy in Luv” and especially “Dope” were super lit. Hearing and seeing the boys perform “I Need U” live is the most incredible feeling. Like, we were finally able to sing the fanchants as loudly as possible and the entire audience was just so into it. Seriously, they sang and danced AMAZINGLY. + Jimin’s bootie is seriously fabulous.

The High-Touch Session:

This was honestly the part that I struggled to remember the most because of how quickly it all occurred. So, let me try to describe each member from order to high-touching them. Oh, and another thing to note is that I was trying to secretly record them but was told to flip my phone with the screen facing outward (so that staff can prevent me from doing so), so I was fiddling around with my things before following my sister. Well, it turns out she already went through all the members before I finished fidgeting, so when I finally turned around for my turn, all the members were all looking at me with their hands out….awkward.

Taehyung: Since he was/is my bias, I was so nervous when I saw that he was first in line. When i went up to him, I made sure to take in every last bit of his presence and holy shit. THE MAN IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE PERFECT IN PERSON THAN HE ALREADY IS IN ALL THE PHOTOS, VIDEOS, FANCAMS, ETC. Like, his eyelashes were so long, his eyes so deep and mesmerizing, and his hair–it looked like the softest, smoothest thing in the entire world. He’s honestly a lot more tanned in real life, almost like a golden bronze color, and his hands were literally twice the size of mine. When I said “hi, thank you,” he nodded and gave this lovely, wide smile, although it wasn’t that famous box smile of his. He also felt quite tall in comparison to my 5 foot 3 height.

Jungkook: Despite how much older he looks in recent photos, he actually still has some teenage boy-like features when you see him up close. Like, you can legit see the youthfulness in his face and I could even imagine seeing him walking around as one of the students at my university. When he said “thank you,” I was so honored to see his bunny teeth in person and damn, he was also EXTREMELY HANDSOME. Like, his jawline and adam’s apple were so prominent, although he did look a lot leaner than in photos (but still toned). His skin was an almost olive color and his hands were also humongous compared to mine.

Yoongi: This man is just really cute in person. He didn’t actually feel as small as I had expected but was indeed shorter than the other members next to him. But seriously, with the blonde hair and the lighting above us, HE LOOKED LIKE A TRUE ANGEL. His hair was so fluffy and his voice when he said “thank you for coming” was so low and sexy. Also, I would say that out of all the members, he and Taehyung were personally the most intimidating in terms of the feel they gave off. I don’t know; they just gave off this very masculine and important aura, though they weren’t acting arrogant at all. In addition, his skin was perfect and quite pale like everyone else always says.

Namjoon+Seokjin: As much as I hate to admit it, I barely remembered these two at the end due to the wreck I was experiencing after high-touching the first three members. All I really remember is Namjoon being very kind and Jin actually being quite calm and quiet. Both actually looked quite the same as in photos although Jin somehow seemed slightly prettier in person (how is that even possible). 

Hoseok: He was honestly the member that surprised me the most in terms of appearance. LIke, photos, videos, etc. do not do a single bit of justice to him. I always considered him good-looking but not too special but boy was I wrong. HE IS FKCING GORGEOUS. PERIOD. Like, the man’s cheekbones are so flipping defined that I could cut vegetables with them. Not to mention HIS BEAUTIFUL SMILE. I almost went blind from seeing it right in front of me and no, that is not an exaggeration!! He was also the tannest member, like he had this lovely, healthy brown-ish glow to him.

Jimin: Last in line, was little chim chim, who was in fact, not so little. He was also one of those members that I didn’t find as attractive beforehand but I was proven wrong yet again. HE IS VERY GOOD LOOKING. The most memorable features were his eyes. When he looks at you, it’s like the entire world just freezes. I don’t know how he does it but he manages to give people one of the gentlest gazes I have ever seen. Like his entire being just seemed so kind-hearted and sweet. Despite being this amazing, ultra talented person, he somehow calmed you down for even the tiniest second with the warmth he gave off.

Extra Notes on High-Touch: Thinking back, all the members had the softest hands I’ve ever felt, especially Jimin. LIke they were as soft as baby butts. Another thing is that they all seemed thinner which kinda worried me but they still looked healthy and toned. 

The Autograph Session:

This was my favorite part because we actually got to talk very briefly with each member. Again, I will describe things in order from first to last. Also, let me just mention that I tried to speak English as clearly and slowly as possible.

Hoseok: When I got to him, I told him “J-hope, you know you’re even more beautiful in real life.” Only later did I realize that this might’ve been an insult but that was not what I intended to make it sound like lol. In response, he showed me that beaming smile of his and said really loudly, “ah, thank you so much!” He honestly climbed up my bias list that night because of both his surprising beauty and amazing personality. The man is literally just as energetic and bubbly in person! 

Jungkook: This little one destroyed the shit out of me. Since my sister was right before me, I actually heard her conversation with him. When she called him handsome, he literally said “thank you! You are so cute!”…she died. Then, when it was my turn, I also told him “Jungkook, you are so handsome!” to which he responded “thank you!” with a huge smile. Then, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I sucked in my embarrassment and asked “Jungkook, can you please call me noona?” I was so anxious until he used aegyo and said in a really cute voice, “NOONA!” You don’t understand, I literally squeaked and melted into a puddle of goo right there and then right there and then. Like, the boy made THIS EXACT FUCKING FACE–>

Because of him, I died and came back to life that night. He was legit the highlight (get it? ok im gonna stop being stupid) of the entire thing and now my second bias- I wanna stan him but am wavering due to my loyalty and love for Tae…what to do?!?!

Yoongi: I literally didn’t know what to say to him because of the fluttering I felt after talking to Kookie. So, I only managed to say, “I really love your music” to which he nodded his head with the tiniest smile. I’m pretty sure he didn’t quite hear/understand me lol.

Jimin: When I told him he was “very beautiful,” he said “oh thank you!” in the prettiest voice. If any of you have ever heard his calm, morning voice, that’s what it sounded like. It was almost a bit feminine and just so soothing to the ears. The perfect description for his voice is just PRETTY. He was just a really nice person and very considerate towards the fans <3 LIke, even while signing, he would look directly up at your eyes and smile enthusiastically.

Namjoon: I.am.so.stupid. Even though he was the member who spoke English fluently, I had the hardest time saying anything to him for some odd reason. He made fans feel comfortable and all that but due to my lack of competence, all I could say was “you’re amazing and I really love you.” In response, he chuckled a bit and said, “I love you too.“ with that big grin of his that he always does. Not to mention that his voice literally booms and sounded very manly.

Seokjin: Since we were all being extremely rushed towards the end of the line, I literally had no time to say anything except “you are so beautiful.” I don’t even remember if he replied but he did smile. Also, he really does have a tiny face- it’s so cute and rounded!

Taehyung: He was honestly the biggest disappointment and it wasn’t even his fault really. Since he was at the end of the table, all the unsigned posters were piled up in front of him. So, he sadly paid more attention to making sure he signed the posters than to the fans because staff would’ve scolded him otherwise. I couldn’t even say much to him because this one lady was going to make me skip him. However, I was not about to leave the line without talking to my favorite member so I resisted a bit and lingered long enough to say, “V, you’re my favorite.” Luckily, I said it loud enough so that he heard me so he quickly looked up from the posters to give a small smile. Not gonna lie; I was a bit sad that he didn’t exchange any words with me that night TT___TT

Overall:

Meeting the members in real life is honestly such a different feeling from seeing them on a screen. They appeared so professional and serious but also performed just as well. Also, during the autograph portion, I could’ve said better words but just talking to them was too stressful LOLOL. Nothing is perfect, but in the grand scheme of things, it was an amazing night for me personally and something that I will never forget!

BTW, post-concert depression hit me way too hard lol.

@banqtan-ed