Hannah Writes a Hartbig Fanfic

So after reading Yotoob’s idea of what Mamrie’s Hartbig fic would be like, I got very tempted to write one from Hannah’s point of view. With her permission, I wrote a goofy, borderline stupid thing. I’m keeping this whole ‘bet’ idea. 

My (less silly) fics

Authors Note: It’s a good thing I lost because obviously, I am the only one who legitimately understands things from a lady homo perspective. Plus, I’ve definitely read the most of these things. Also, I HAVE A REAL BOOK AND IT’S ON AMAZON. And everywhere else. I’m an author, okay?

Three YouTubers are in the Los Angeles home of Grace Helbig, because, apparently, they’re never anywhere else. Mamrie, a punny booze-hound of an entertainer, has utterly disappeared for some wildly convenient reason. She has probably gotten lost in her old age. Or perhaps, time is an illusion. 

Hannah, the most beautiful, normal-sized YouTuber you will ever meet, has had a sensible glass and a half of wine. She is intelligent and completely in control, as per usual.

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My Personal Opinion on my Videos.

Hey guys so I just wanted to write a post about my stance on my videos. After so long of making videos for youtube, a lot of youtubers come across the existential question of “WHY DO I CONTINUE DOING THIS?” Some do it because it’s routine, or because they don’t know what ELSE to do, but I have personally found that I enjoy making videos for no other reason than I am passionate about them. I don’t care about views, or how many subscribers I have, I am simply doing this because I love it and want to make a living out of doing it.

I love connecting with the people that like my videos and find them entertaining, and it inspires me to continue down this road and see where it leads. 

My game reviews that I post to my gaming channel, Despwns, get about 10 - 30 thousand views each, which is pretty low to most standards. So why continue doing them? Because I LOVE doing it. I love putting forth THAT much effort in editing, writing, gathering clips, green screen work, JUST because I personally love them. 

THAT is the message I want to spread, is just that if you’re passionate about something - if you love what you do, Sometimes you’ll never see rewards for those things, but WHO CARES? If you’re NOT proud and passionate about what you do, WHAT IS THE POINT IN DOING IT? 

So who cares about hate or trolls, because I AM PERSONALLY FUCKING PROUD of everything I make, and nothing they could ever say will ever convince me I am something I’m not. 

Anyways, enough pointless ranting. I just wanted to put this into words. I love you all <3


California is beautiful. We enjoyed Knotts Berry Farm…or I did. For some reason, my son was afraid to try anything. Luckily, he likes just being in a hotel.

I am trying to remember to not be disappointed that he missed out on all the rides. Positive time together is most important…riding a little flying plane is not.

Sometimes I have expectations on in an experience and have to make adjustments. So, our water ride is the bathtub tonight and entertainment will be Dr. Seuss. 😘

So yesterday I said Han Geng could probably BUY Kris Wu....

and for some reason, he just always love proving me right.

As of today, at 8 am eastern standard time, in New York City, USA.

Han Geng is officially a stock holder of Jun-Mei Beauty Products.

& no, not Chinese Stocks. WALL STREET STOCKS.

And the FIRST EVER Chinese Celebirty to hold a large stock in a corporation that’s in the U.S.’ stock market.

From the moment he left SJ, I’ve always wanted there to be a day where he wouldn’t need us to support him anymore. He would be so rich he wouldn’t even have to be in the entertainment industry.

And now he’s gone and done just that. In merely four years.

And all I can say this ;~; this is my baby here, and I can never stop talking about how PROUD I am. He’s basically a multi-millionaire now wow.

I don’t think any artists in Kpop could ever claim this feat to be honest..

Get to know SF9

i have been receiving many messages asking me info on the boys and some are very similar and so I decided to make this informational post answering some of the common questions I am being asked and hopefully it can be a help to many of you as well :D If you have any other questions that are not included in this post feel free to message me ~ ^^

Who is SF9?

SF9 is a 9 member South Korean boy dance group under FNC Entertainment. They are FNC’s first boy dance group ever ! SF9 stands for ‘Sensational Feeling 9′ (used to stand for ‘Sensational First 9, FNC changed their name for unknown reasons). SF9 was formally known as Neoz Dance Team, from FNCE’s survival show program called D.O.B (Dance or Band). They competed against Neoz Band Team who also fought for their debut.

“Wait I thought their name was Neoz School?”

No. Neoz School was the name of the training system they were under. It’s a pretty simple concept. Basically Neoz Dance Team & Neoz Band Team were “students” who attended this “training system school” called Neoz School. Therefore whomever “graduated” will be the group to debut. When both teams were together they would call themselves Neoz School as a whole, but when separated they would specify Dance Team / Band Team. So pretty much they never had an “official” name.

Wasn’t their name also Neo School at some point?

Yeah, that was their very very first “name” when they were first made public in early December at FNC Kingdom Japan 2015, but then FNC changed the name to Neoz School with no explanation. They even remade all their sns and youtube account with the new name.. (it was such a hassle lol)

Who are the members in SF9?

I heard there used to be 11 members? What happened?

Yes there used to be 11 members in the group. The boy group was first spotted in early December 2015 at the airport heading to FNC Kingdom Japan. FNC had already announced earlier that year that they would be debuting a boy group but never specified how many members or when. Airport previews of the boys showed that there was 11 members at the airport including the 2 former members, Alex and Jinkyu. A couple days later after FNC Kingdom, FNC released a promo vid about the group showing in extremely quick cuts the faces of the members, Jinkyu and Alex were in it. But then when FNC uploaded individual member teaser videos, they didn’t release any for Alex and Jinkyu.. FNC never released an official statement as to why the two members were suddenly not part of the group anymore..

Are they actively doing anything right now? 

Yes. Unfortunately Jinkyu isn’t under FNC anymore but he is actually a part of Boys 24 now. As for Alex, he is still a trainee in FNC but there hasn’t been any recent news on him.

If FNC said they were already planning to debut a boy group then why did they do a survival show program?

FNC’s CEO Han had revealed at a press conference a few weeks after the boys had already been promoted for a while, that the members debut was not for certain and that there was plan for a survival show program with another team. It was a shock for many of us.

Is it true that FNC changed Juho’s name to Zuho?

Yes. We aren’t exactly sure when FNC changed his stage name to Zuho but fans found this out when they were re-watching their school lesson videos on their official Neoz School youtube channel and they saw that the subs had changed his name to Zuho.

Where can I watch videos to get to know the members better ?

I actually created a links post here which you can check out and it will pretty much be like a SF9 TV channel/vid list of all their predebut vids.
Don’t worry about not having enough time to watch them all. Trust me, the majority of these vids are really really short, some are nothing more than 15 minutes long (except for their survival show program eps from D.O.B).

I hope that this informational post was helpful and thank you so much for showing interest in SF9 and I hope that you can continue to show them lots of love and support <3

Please fire me. I work at a box office selling tickets for a high end venue. For some reason people think I am also a lost and found, security desk, expert on every event downtown, and the person they complain to when the vending machine doesn’t give them a drink. 

What I Learned Abt 1D Today 11.8.14

^^ basically how i feel every day.  Anywho, everyone down for long haired zayn squad? I AM. The boys were in Austria today [ if you missed the wetten daas performance we’ve gotcha covered ], Liam blew up twitter, and harry and louis are shits once again.  Enjoy!

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When people ask about influences one’s never sure what to say. There are the artists that you listen to and enjoy, the artists that you think are interesting and the artists that are so transcendental they feel like they’ve been with you forever, laced into your subconscious, echoing out of every creative decision you ever make. David Bowie is one of those: A reason to write a song, a reason to take a risk, a reason to put on make-up, a reason to dress up in your mum’s clothes, a reason to change, a reason to change again, a reason to never look back, or forward.

I never understood his birth so am not going to attempt to understand his death, but I find some comfort in the knowledge that long after we’re all gone, his music and legacy will still be here to entertain, challenge, inspire and save.

A man lost in time.

FM x

Shonda Rhimes' Hollywood Reporter's Women in Entertainment Speech

“When my publicist called to tell me that I was receiving this honor, I screwed up my face and I said, ‘Are you sure? Me?’ And he said, 'Yes.’ And I said, 'Why?’ And then I said, 'No really, why?!’ And I made him call and ask for some written reason why I was getting this award. Because I really and truly was worried that there might have been some kind of mistake. 

"I want to pause for a beat here to say that I don’t say these things to be self-deprecating and humble. I am not a self-deprecating, humble person. I think I’m pretty fantastic. But I also think that the Hollywood Reporter Sherry Lansing Award is extraordinary — as is Sherry Lansing herself. 

"So, no really, why?! They sent a written reason why I was getting this award. It said many nice things but the main thing that it was said was that I was getting the award in recognition of my breaking through the industry’s glass ceiling as a woman and an African-American. 

"Well. I call my publicist back. Because I just don’t know about this. I mean, I’m concerned now. I know this isn’t an award because I’m a woman or because I’m African-American. I come from a very large, very competitive family. Extremely competitive. And by competitive, I mean, my mother says we’re not allowed to play Scrabble anymore when we get together because of the injuries and the tears. One of the rules in my family is you don’t ever get a trophy for participation, you don’t get a trophy for just being you. So getting an award today because I’m a woman and an African-American feels … 

"I was born with an awesome vagina and really gorgeous brown skin. I didn’t do anything to make either of those things happen. To get all Beyonce about it, people: "I woke up like this.” Seriously. I know this isn’t an award because I’m a woman or because I’m African-American. I know that it’s really about breaking the glass ceiling that exists in the face of being a woman and being black in this very male, very white town. 

“But I haven’t broken through any glass ceilings. Do they know I haven’t broken through any glass ceilings? I ask my publicist. He assures me that I have. I assure him that I have not. I have not broken through any glass ceilings. If I had broken through any glass ceilings, I would know. If I had broken through a glass ceiling, I would have felt some cuts, I would have some bruises. There’d be shards of glass in my hair. I’d be bleeding, I’d have wounds. 

"I was born with an awesome vagina and really gorgeous brown skin. I didn’t do anything to make either of those things happen. If I’d broken the glass ceiling, that would mean I would have made it through to the other side. Where the air is rare. I would feel the wind on my face. The view from here — way up here where the glass ceiling is broken — would be incredible. Right? So how come I don’t remember the moment? When me with my woman-ness and my brown skin went running full speed, gravity be damned, into that thick layer of glass and smashed right through it? How come I don’t remember that happening? 

"Here’s why: It’s 2014. This moment right here, me standing up here all brown with my boobs and my Thursday night of network television full of women of color, competitive women, strong women, women who own their bodies and whose lives revolve around their work instead of their men, women who are big dogs, that could only be happening right now. 

"Think about it. Look around this room. It’s filled with women of all colors in Hollywood who are executives and heads of studios and VPs and show creators and directors. There are a lot of women in Hollywood in this room who have the game-changing ability to say 'yes’ or 'no’ to something. Fifteen years ago, that would not have been as true. There’d have been maybe a few women in Hollywood who could say 'yes’ or 'no.’ And a lot of ’D’ girls and assistants who were gritting their teeth and working really hard. And for someone like me, if I was very, very, very lucky, there’d have been maybe one small show. One small shot. And that shot would not have involved a leading actress of color, any three-dimensional LGBT characters, any women characters with high-powered jobs and families, and no more than two characters of color in any scene at one time — because that only happened in sitcoms. 

"Thirty years ago, I’d think maybe there’d be a thousand secretaries fending off their handsy bosses back at the office and about two women in Hollywood in this room. And if I were here, I would serving those two women breakfast. Fifty years ago, if women wanted to gather in a room, well it had better be about babies or charity work. And the brown women were in one room over there and the white women were in a room over here. From then to now, we’ve all made such an incredible leap. Think of all of them. 

"If I had broken through a glass ceiling, I would have felt some cuts, I would have some bruises. I’d have wounds. Fifty years ago, trying to get out of separate rooms, 30 years ago trying to not serve breakfast or be groped by their bosses, 15 years ago trying to make clear that they could run a department as well as that guy over there. All the women, white or black or brown who woke up like this, who came before me in this town. Think of them. Heads up, eyes on the target. Running. Full speed. Gravity be damned. Toward that thick layer of glass that is the ceiling. Running, full speed and crashing. Crashing into that ceiling and falling back. Crashing into it and falling back. Into it and falling back. Woman after woman. Each one running and each one crashing. And everyone falling. 

"How many women had to hit that glass before the first crack appeared? How many cuts did they get, how many bruises? How hard did they have to hit the ceiling? How many women had to hit that glass to ripple it, to send out a thousand hairline fractures? How many women had to hit that glass before the pressure of their effort caused it to evolve from a thick pane of glass into just a thin sheet of splintered ice? I picked my spot in the glass and called it my target. 

"And I ran. So that when it was my turn to run, it didn’t even look like a ceiling anymore. I mean, the wind was already whistling through. I could always feel it on my face. And there were all these holes giving me a perfect view to other side. I didn’t even notice the gravity, I think it had worn itself away. So I didn’t have to fight as hard, I had time to study the cracks. I had time to decide where the air felt the rarest, where the wind was the coolest, where the view was the most soaring. I picked my spot in the glass and called it my target. 

"And I ran. And when I hit finally that ceiling, it just exploded into dust. Like that. My sisters who went before me had already handled it. No cuts. No bruises. No bleeding. Making it through the glass ceiling to the other side was simply a matter of running on a path created by every other woman’s footprints. I just hit at exactly the right time in exactly the right spot. 

"So I’m breaking my family’s rule today. This is a trophy for participation. And I am beyond honored and proud to receive it. Because this? Was a group effort. Thank you to all the women in this room. Thank you to all the women who never made it to this room. And thank you to all the women who will hopefully fill a room 100 times this size when we are all gone. You are all an inspiration.”

This applies to the Markiplier community.

I try my best to stay out of drama, I always have, but ever since I joined this community and involved myself with some people nothing but drama has come out of it. So this is a fucking wake up call.

I am sick and tired of seeing so much anon hate, I am sick and tired of seeing the hate blogs, I am sick and tired of seeing this community collapse on itself because a few people disagreed with each other. The whole reason Mark does youtube and continues to do youtube is to entertain us and keep us happy, but how can he do that when every fucking day we are practically tearing each other apart over something idiotic. I’m not trying to point fingers or call people out because we have all fucked up, but dammit it’s time we start acting like a family again. I don’t know about all of you but I’m fed up with this shit. If you disagree with someone’s opinion you are not entitled to attack and degrade them just deal with the fact that they think differently than you and move on. If you disagree with someone’s ship you do not have the authority to hate on them because they ship something. If you think that they are only there for Mark’s looks you do not have the right to call them out on it.



DMC fan comic “Dare” pages 44-47. Whaat? I finished four pages in a couple of hours when the four before last took me like, 50000 years????

(Goes to show what a lazy arse I am).

Anyway, this is why you should never give a gun to a child. Well. Err. One of many reasons.

Here we get some insight into Dante and Vergil’s childhood. They moved around a LOT. Eva was always stressed trying to protect them. To entertain themselves, Dante and Vergil often played very violent games.

You can start to see why these two grew up to be more than slightly unhinged.

Cozy’s take on “Hozier & fans (objectification, etc)”

One recently published article surrounding Hozier sent waves throughout the fandom. I am here to state my opinion of the article, as well as present some facts that affected the formulation of this article. Wednseday morning, the Washington Post’s entertainment blog released an article titled “Hozier feels objectified by fans”. For obvious reasons this piece sparked intrigue, horror, concern, and an amalgam of other emotions across the Hozier Fandom.  I have copied and pasted the full article below, but it can also be found here:

The ‘Take Me To Church’ hitmaker tends to feel “uncomfortable” when his fans ask for photos with him, and even said he finds the experience to be “objectifying” because people place their hands on his backside as they pose for pictures with him.
He said: “When it’s ten people wanting selfies it can be uncomfortable. You want to disappear.
"When there’s a hand on your a**e as they take your picture it’s certainly objectifying.”
However, the 25-year-old performer - whose full name is Andrew Hozier-Byrne - conceded the positives of his breakout success far outweigh the negatives, even though it means he can no longer have a quiet drink with his pals without being hounded by admirers.

He continued: “But that is a small price to pay. I may not be able to go into a pub in Dublin with friends any more, but that’s the worst of it.
"To be able to do this for a living? It’s a dream come true.”
And although 'Take Me To Church’, taken from his eponymous debut LP, has gained him worldwide acclaim and won him two Billboard Music Awards, he still finds the track’s success surprising because it is so “wordy”.

He told The Times newspaper: “My background is in folk and blues and I never thought I’d end up on radio, especially as 'Take Me To Church’ is a wordy song with changing time signatures and no bass guitar. It shouldn’t have taken off, but it did.”

Yes, after reading this article, I panicked. “Objectified?! Groped?! What are they doing to poor Andrew?!” but abrupt and impulsive explosions of outrage and blame fizzled into (yes, I am narcissistic) self questioning. “I’ve met him… We took a selfie? Was I harassing him and imposing? Did I make him feel like he wanted to disappear…?” As these questions flooded my mind, I reread the article and the first sentence of very last paragraph called out to me. “He told the The Times Newspaper”. A quick google search led me to the Times Newspaper’s article about Hozier; published that same morning (however significantly earlier) and titled “Hozier: The pop star who took on the Pope”. This article speaks of the usual (forgive me for saying this, but if you are at all familiar with Hozier interviews and articles, religion is always at the forefront) and goes over Hozier religious/spiritual beliefs, Take Me to Church’s real meaning (not explicitly against the Catholic religion but rather its hierarchy, hypocrisy, and undermining of humanity), etc.
BUT, at the very end the article takes a spin and the concluding paragraphs are as follows (full article can be found here):

There’s another, rather less metaphysical problem that Hozier is grappling with: fame. He has the air of someone who would be happier working in the props department of Game of Thrones than he would stomping across the world’s stages, so it’s not surprising that the sudden loss of anonymity has taken getting used to. “You’re looked at differently,” he says. “I’ve never been good at having my photo taken, so when it’s ten people on the street wanting selfies with you it can be uncomfortable. It’s alienating. You want to disappear.”
Does he feel objectified?
“When there’s a hand on your arse as they take your picture it’s certainly objectifying, ” says Hozier, who is single but, judging by the number of adoring women in the audience, is not short of offers. “But that is a small price to pay. I may not be able to go into a pub in Dublin with friends any more, but that’s the worst of it.”
Then, shortly before going on stage to be confronted with 2,000 teenage girls chanting a line from Take Me to Church — “I’ll tell you my sins if you sharpen your knife”— he concludes: “To be able to do this for a living? It’s a dream come true.”

Although the information is the same as in the first (although actually second) Washington Post article, it holds an entirely different meaning. The first article makes it seem as if Andrew is being attacked by masses of horrible fans and as if he is cowering at the sight of them. But, upon further investigation, the Times Newspaper article shows us the bigger picture. Andrew is still uncomfortable with his new fame (we know he even refuses to use the word “famous”), he is hesitant, cautious, and quite frankly a little scared. This is all uncharted waters and he is just trying to navigate and stay a float. He speaks of how overwhelming it can be for people around him to ask for a picture and autograph and how he feels isolated or alienated when it happens. He is just not used to being picked out in a crowd or the center of frenzy attention. I think we can all agree (or at least, us fellow introverts can) that the chaos, aggression, and sheer number of a crowd can be intimidating and make you want to disappear; now imagine the mob being focussed solely on YOU! It is understandably a jarring and scary experience.

Now, lets talk about objectification. First off, I think it’s important to note Andrew didn’t bring this word up, THE REPORTER DID. I have extremely limited (aka none except I love Law and Order) knowledge of law, but I am fairly certain that if an attorney asked a witness “Do you feel objectified?” it would be considered a leading question. In this interview, Andrew simply responds to the question he is asked. He shares how, when posing for a camera and fans grope or grab him, he cannot help but feel objectified. I am not saying this is okay, or that ANYONE should grab another human being without their consent and permission, but I am saying that I don’t think this is necessarily a common occurrence. Furthermore, the whole idea of fans objectifying Hozier sparked some more thinking….Not that I equate posing for a selfie with grabbing someone’s butt… but aren’t fan photos and autographs objectification by nature? I have come to the conclusion it all depends on why you are taking the photo or getting an autograph in the first place… Are you getting a picture to capture and commemorate the experience OR are you taking it to show someone else and SAY an experience happened. If you are using the photo and Andrew, merely to show someone and say the concert/meeting him happened, then he is just a prop and that is objectification. However, if you take a picture with him for yourself, because it marked an important moment when you met an artist you admire, that is not objectification.

(I know that last bit got a little hazy and perhaps too drenched in my person opinion, but what the heck I haven’t posted in a while)

Lastly and probably most importantly: What can we do/what should we do?
I think most paramount, is just that we should all remember Andrew is human. He is not a thing. Although I too, enjoy posting funny comments about his hair or what new shirt he is wearing, none of that matters. He is here to make art. And although he is sweet and genuine and does make extensive efforts to meet fans, we are not entitled to that and he is absolutely in no way obligated to do so. Even though he has said he enjoys chatting with and greeting fans, waiting after shows is still an imposition. SO, to those of us that are lucky enough to meet, chat, or snap a pic with him PLEASE keep this all in mind. I know it can be hard, but refrain from screaming and compose yourself, always ASK before you proceed to do (whether it be getting an autograph, posing for a picture, etc), treat him like a human (!), and always say thanks! Be aware of yourself and your actions and words, and just be courteous! It is more than evident Andrew loves and appreciates his fans, but it is also evident he is still uncomfortable with the very idea of having fans, so let’s not give him any reason to be any more uncomfortable!


//I am a serious role-playing blog…sometimes…

This questions has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and for some reason this is the first thing that came to my mind today when I saw it again.

My Diana has interacted with very few females, but the ones she gets along with most are Syndra, Katarina, and (thanks to ask-quinn-valor ) Quinn. I imagine she would also get along with Morgana, but have not had the opportunity to interact with one.

As for the mean girl’s reference here… Don’t ask. There’s no reason for it besides entertainment value. Plus, it does kinda make sense with “good-girl” Quinn hanging out with the bad girls.

And I haven’t gained my sanity back.

Lol, Katarina’s sitting there like “I dare you to sit next to me, Demacian.”

And Gangster Diana makes yet another appearance…


Game balance my ass. If they were worried about game balance, they’d listen to everyone’s complaints about silver coins and maxed out commons. They’re annoyed that nobody’s paying cash for gold coins, so they’re taking away the gold coins.

Look, I’ve gotten hours of entertainment out of this free game. I’d be happy to pay a reasonable fee for playing, or for some in-game items or bonuses. But am I going to pay $50 for enough gold coins to get an SR2? No way.

Your Clothes Are On, Right? (Liam)


#6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Finally, work was over. It had been a long day and I was ready for a nap. Unfortunately, life had other plans. On the way home, I ended up in traffic. For two whole hours I sat there. I almost fell asleep multiple times before I turned up the radio to keep me awake. Luckily, the radio was playing good tunes so I at least had some good entertainment. When a One Direction song came on, it reminded me that I needed to call Liam. I got my phone from my bag and dialed him. He didn’t answer. I called him two more times and still nothing. I decided to call Louis.

“Y/N! How lovely to hear from you. When are you visiting?” I smiled and shook my head.

“Well, I was trying to call Liam to plan that but he isn’t answering. Is he at the hotel with you?” The boys were still on tour and they’d been bugging me about a visit for months.

“I haven’t seen him this morning. Maybe he’s still asleep. I’d go check but I’m out with Niall and Harry.” I sighed and told him I’d call him back. “Okay! Can’t wait to see you.” We said goodbye and luckily, traffic started moving. Thirty minutes later, I was home. I went in and immediately headed for my room. When I opened the door, I couldn’t help but scream but it quickly turned into a laugh when Liam’s naked body jumped from my bed.

“Is there a reason you’re screaming?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” He looked down and surprise took over his features for just a moment before he shrugged.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” I rolled my eyes but pressed the issue.

“Can you just help me understand why you’re naked in my bed?”

“Right. Well I’m here to surprise you.”

“You succeeded.” He rolled his eyes and I gestured for him to continue.

“I was staying in a hotel down the road and had planned to be here when you got off this morning cause I know you’re night shift this week. I ended up drinking a bit and you know I don’t like wearing my clothes when I’m drinking. Anyway, I called a cab and they brought me here and I drank some more. That’s when I got naked and then I’m assuming I passed out in your bed.” I shook my head but I had to laugh.

“I’ve missed you, Liam Payne.” He smiled and looked down; remembering he was naked.

“I should probably get dressed.” He covered himself with his hands and scurried past me. I quickly changed into some sweats and a t shirt. When he came back in my room, he opened his arms to me and I practically ran into them. He sighed and held me tightly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” He pulled back and kissed my forehead.

“So what do you want to do?”

“Honestly, my plan was to nap. You’re more than welcome to join me.” He agreed so we climbed in the bed. “Your clothes are on, right?” I heard him huff and I laughed.

“Shut up and go to sleep, Y/N.” I cuddled up to his side and kissed his cheek.

“Good to have you here.”

“Happy to be here.”

A/N: I have so many prepared! I’m so excited! I hope you guys enjoyed this! Love you, all! (: xx

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

5 Stars
Reviewed by Naomi

Official Synopsis: My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.

But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly.

Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster.

Every now and then a book comes into your life that you just love. There’s no real reason for it beyond pure entertainment. For me, that book is currently Everything, Everything. I’m going to write a review and attempt to breakdown my thoughts toward this book, but mostly I liked it just because…it’s good.

I usually dislike it when people call books “cute.” My reasoning has always been that puppies are cute and babies are cute. Books are… more. Books are someone’s sweat, blood and dreams which can’t be cute. Well, here I am eating crow, because this book is cute. And by cute, I mean that Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon is appealing and delightful. In other words, charming.

I worried that I wouldn’t like this book. I don’t know that much about SCID, but in my minds eye I kept seeing an image of a young John Travolta in a bubble. It seemed clear to me that it would either be ridiculous or sad. The fact that Nicola Yoon managed to take her synopsis and give us a charming book is a testament to her skill as a writer. Lets be honest, this book should be boring. I mean, what kind of book has a heroine who cannot leave the house? Answer, a book filled with character, imagination, self discovery and love.

Severe Combined Immunodeficiency or SCID is a primary immune deficiency and Maddy has it. It means she’s basically allergic to the entire world. When you’re allergic to the entire world it means that your personal world is very small. It’s confined to a single space with pre-approved, decontaminated people. For Maddy that means her mother and her nurse. But, Maddy doesn’t mind, because she has her books and more importantly her life. 

Then one day, a mysterious boy in a hat moves next door and makes her realize that while she survives, she doesn’t actually live.

This book could not work if not for the pure charm of the main character. Maddy lives an isolated life which means her imagination is through the roof. She reads and has been able to build a sense of humor and wit that matches any other character of her age or more. She’s likable. She’s had SCID her entire life and is used to the idea. She doesn’t spend the book moaning about how it’s not fair or poor her. 

When Olly comes into her life and she decides to risk a lot to experience a taste of the outside world. It’s important to note that her desire for adventure is not just because of a boy. It’s because of her. It’s because of the imagination inside her head and the desires in her heart. She wants more. And, yes, Olly is apart of that, but he is not everything.

Olly is a book boyfriend to threaten all book boyfriends. Why? It takes a certain kind of person to fall in love with a person that they cannot touch. He’s got a lot of baggage and yet manages to be empathetic and understanding. Nicola Yoon is able to make an instant chat better than most conversations in all of YA. She writes with a rhythm and humor that makes you forget it’s two people just typing on a screen. 

It’s really hard to review this book without giving away all of its secrets and spoiling it for the reader, but this is what I will tell you:

It’s funny. It’s romantic. It’s charming. It’s filled with heart and even adventure. Maddy is a heroine of color, which is really important in a time where we are screaming for diversity from the rooftops. 

With its heavy topic, it  somehow manages to be light and free and great for a late summer read.

I really enjoyed this one and highly recommend it.

*ARC Provided by Mrs. nicolayoon herself.
Release Date: September. 1, 2015 (meaning you’re already a day behind in picking it up.)

For more info: Goodreads page and Author website

A lot of people are reluctant to trust Chie after she used phrases such as “continue to entertain me” or “become interesting again” towards Tsukiyama during his most vulnerable moments.

Due to this, I think it provides even more reason why she wouldn’t betray Tsukiyama, as though regarding him as some whimsical toy of hers. That’s not what he is to her at all, I am certain to believe, even if “friend” might be a strained term to use as well, due to them both being self-absorbed where it concerns the other and provoke each other into dangerous situations (despite this, Tsukiyama pointedly displayed in the manga all intentions to protect her; one of his pitfalls is to become more emotionally-invested in someone than they, at least outwardly, are him, but it comes with unshakable loyalty towards the person).

After nine years, he’s certainly an investment and she would hardly compromise something that valuable, especially as that would turn her life into one of being on the run (it isn’t her intention to be noticed in the ghoul world, even if she dabbles in it, which is why she refused to be on Team Kaneki and used Tsukiyama as a mediator). Judging by her character, she never suits herself into a defensive position; she is always on the offense and has no reluctance about baring her fangs. She keeps her bases covered and always has a plan to ensure her protection and control of the situation. She enjoys her freedom and mobility, as this allows her to partake in her interests, especially photography, and will walk just outside the range of true danger.

While she does seem cold, going as far as to tell Tsukiyama when she is not interested in what he has to say and pointedly ignoring him when he persists, I feel her lack of empathy is due to a no-nonsense attitude; she will blatantly not humour anything that does not interest or benefit her and will call others out, even in a belittling manner, when she doesn’t agree with their behaviour. Due to that, when she is invested, I believe her sentiments are genuine.

She holds Tsukiyama as the only one who is allowed to kill her and often challenges it with her actions such as blackmail and deliberately dumping a hot beverage on his head in the middle of a restaurant. She is small and seems airheaded at first but in fact, she is extremely cunning and that has garnered more respect than anger from Tsukiyama.

While she refuses to be his pet, she uses the sentiment to understand how he feels about her, but since she is not open with nice words such as compliments and concern, she expresses her way of acknowledging Tsukiyama’s feelings through action– most recently as an interest to hook Tsukiyama and Kaneki up together again.