aposiopesis

Aposiopesis

Noun

[ap-uh-sahy-uh-pee-sis] 

1. a sudden breaking off in the midst of a sentence, as if from inability or unwillingness to proceed.

Origin:
Aposiopesis comes from the Greek word of the same spelling that translates to “a full silence.” It is ultimately derived from the Greek verb siōpáein meaning “to be silent.” Aposiopesis entered English in the mid-1500s.

“ … It’s their job, when you come to think of it; but it’ll be jolly difficult to get themto take it on, whereas you and I ——” And he turned away with a shrug to point his admirable aposiopesis.”
- Ernest William Hornung, Witching Hill, 1913

Aposiopesis: In aposiopesis a statement or address is broken off, to be completed in the imagination: an eroded cliff whose former outline can be visualized; a path or line with continuation implied; a path to the edge of a cliff or to a prospect whose continuation is the view, an incomplete circle to be completed by viewer.
—  Anne Whiston Spirn, from “A Rose is Rarely Just a Rose: Poetics of Landscape,” The Language of Landscape (Yale University Press, 1998)

Aries: You are alluring, enchanting and full of wolfs screams. You’re not a bad person for letting words escape your lips, you’re not bad if you feel regret after exploding. Accept yourself ‘cause let’s face it, you’re pretty damn great.

Taurus: You have hands that heal wounds, your touch made them feel so much better about their scars. Why can’t you just know that you aren’t an open wound anymore, you’re not bleeding. You have eyes like romanticized suicide, hush it’s alright; just not tonight.

Gemini: Your hair is flowing like the silk on your mattress made of broken dreams. Award winning lips spilling misleading sips of information like honey slips from the tips of the toes of bees. You don’t know, but it’s better to move on than to let go. It won’t show, but you grow; inside.

Cancer: How sweet it is to be loved by you, how cruel it is to be hated by you. You have a venomous edge but your compassion makes you sting yourself. Take care of yourself for once, it’s medicine to the ones who care too much, I think it’s called love.

Leo: You always cloud your own mind, a different track of thoughts every time. An aposiopesis that’s not to be controlled, they’re gone. Wanderer of the past, basking in dark halls filled with harps and sirens luring people in. You’re bewitching your own mind, stop. They can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe.

Virgo: You are all the seasons and all the colors, you overwhelm me with scent, taste and sight. Too many feelings for such a soul, nimiety. Breathe, you’re okay. You’ll be okay love. The seasons all stop changing eventually, and the rain eventually stops cascading down the windows of your soul. Close your eyes and hold on tight, it’s a wild ride to come where you belong.

Libra: You have comeliness, you paint the town in black and white with bright red eyes and vibrant lights. I can’t believe your art is less beautiful than you, it’s more beautiful than me. It’s as beautiful as you, pulchritude.

Scorpio: You write an encomium about someone cantankerous. You don’t have to put up with the shit of someone who gives you nothing but tears. Fly like an eagle, you’re strong & free. And so much more than what you think you are and should be. You’re a dark soul, a warrior with a knife and Scarlett blood running down open wounds. Just because people can’t see your pain doesn’t mean you’re not hurt. Outlast the ignorance, you know its going to get better.

Sagittarius: You lost yourself in the alleyway you divagated in. You waylaid the demons in your heart, you’re sparkling scintillas of hope. “HOPE” is knitted on your blue denim jacket. Your thoughts are blue clouds of smoke filled with ‘h o p e’ Don’t become hopeless, unless it’s hopelessly in love. Stay a believer, don’t let them take you.

Capricorn: Don’t be beguiled by the tactlessness of heartless people, you are made in heaven off feather wings and pearly eyes. People would do kinesics on you all day because you move and work so angelic. You’re a kind soul not to be befouled.

Aquarius: You are abstruse. Don’t feel abashed because of your own self complexity, you are a puzzle made of thousands of colors and thoughts left unsaid. You’re waggish, laughing at the insults that hurt you ‘cause humor is the best coping mechanism. Nobody will think you’re hurt even though their nescience throws you off, don’t worry. You’re smarter than they know.

Pisces: Unflegged, innocent, dainty, I know how they portray you. But they know your words & not your thoughts. The darkness lurking at late night and the stars shining in your bright eyes, don’t let the stars stop shining for people who like rain better than sunshine. Shine. Shine to keep yourself warm and don’t burn yourself down to keep others warm. They don’t deserve your heat.

—  Late night writing.
50 Pretty Words

I think I’d like to spend a life collecting beautiful words, like a magpie collects shiny things. So here’s 50 of them.

1) STELLIFEROUS: having or abounding with stars.

2) AEONIAN: eternal or everlasting.

3) JOCUND: marked by or suggestive of high spirits and lively mirthfulness.

4) IRENIC: tending to promote peace or reconciliation.

5) WEIRD: relating to, or caused by, witchcraft or the supernatural. 

6) ETHEREAL: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.

7) AMARANTHINE: immortal and everlasting beauty.

8) ANGELIC: (of a person) exceptionally beautiful, innocent, or kind.

9) KINESICS: a systematic study of the relationship between non-linguistic body motions (such as blushes, shrugs or eye movement) and communication.

10) EPOCH: a particular time in history or a person’s life.

11) HALYCON: defining a period of time characterised at idyllic, haooy and peaceful. 

12) VIGNETTE: a picture that shades off gradually into the surrounding paper.

13) KOMOREBI: sunlight filtering through trees.

14) SYBARITIC: characterised by or loving luxury or sensuous pleasure.

15) LABYRINTHINE: twisting and turning.

16) INTERNECINE: mutually destructive.

17) FRISSON: an intense moment of excitement.

18) EPHEMERAL: lasting a very short time.

19) APOSIOPESIS: a sudden breaking off in the midst of a sentence, as if from inability or unwillingness to continue.

20) DULCET: sweet, sugary.

21) SOLILOQUY: the act of talking to oneself.

22) OPULENT: lush, luxuriant.

23) CRYOPHILIC: preferring or thriving at low temperatures.

24) ZEPHYR: a gentle breeze.

25) SUSURROUS: whispering, hissing.

26) PULCHRITUDE: physical comeliness.

27) DESIDERATA: things wanted or needed.

28) EPIPHANY: a sudden revelation.

29)  SCINTILLA: a spark or very small thing.

30) LISSOME: slender and graceful.

31) ALPENGLOW: the reddish glow often seen at the top of a mountain just before sunrise or just after sunset.

32) INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

33) HALE: free from defect or disease.

34) EFFERVESCENCE: bubbles in a liquid.

35) AMATIVE: disposed to love.

36) PASTICHE: an art work combining materials from various sources.

37) LILT: to move musically or lively.

38) NIMIETY: excess or overabundance.

39) QUANTAL: of, relating to, or having only two experimental alternatives (such as all or nothing, dead or alive).

40) HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.

41) INTERSTITIAL: pertaining to, situated in, or forming small or narrow spaces or intervals between things.

42) EFFLORESCENCE: flowering, blooming.

43) PARAPRAXIS: a slip of the tongue or pen that reveals unconscious wishes or attitudes.

44) LOQUACIOUS: talking or tending to talk much or freely.

45) INFATUATION: an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

46) CUPIDITY: eager or excessive desire.

47) CELESTIAL: positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy.  

48) SUPERCILIOUS: a person or facial expression which expresses disdain or contempt.

49) SYLVAN: relating to, or inhabiting the woods.

50) INEFFABLE: too great to be expressed in words.

It’s day 6 of @undyne-appreciation week! “Pretty much anything we want!” Another thing I love about Undyne, the musical aspect of her! I decided to do a traditional piece for today PLUS a writing of 1,541 words. I originally wasn’t going to do art, but it was a last-second thing, I’m happy with the results. A little summary of the story: Undyne seems to feel bad for the forgotten memorial to the Dreemurr children, so she gathers her talent and materials to create something more dedicated to them. The story shows off more of her kindness then musical side, but no matter. I think it turned out well!

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Least Accessible Björk Songs

Let me start out by saying that these songs are in no way bad - in most cases, they’re pretty amazing. I happen to be obsessed with Björk’s music, and I thought it be fun to make a short list of her least accessible songs (for general audiences). It’s one of the only lists about Björk that I don’t think I’ve ever come across… 

10.) “Where is the Line?” (Medúlla) - As a whole, Medúlla isn’t the first album that general audiences would likely be drawn to when it comes to Björk’s discography. “Where is the Line?” Starts off well enough, but at about the 1:30 mark, it starts to morph into a glitchy deluge of beats, chants, and Björk repeating the titular question over and over. I love it - but a Björk beginner may have second thoughts. 

9.) “An Echo, A Stain” (Vespertine) - this song enters Vespertine like an ominous cloud. Without any context, the lyrics are vague but dark… the music itself is pretty sporadic. It might be a little too nonlinear for a lot of people, and I can’t see many casual Björk fans instantly being drawn to this one. It also seems to have a more foreboding sexual tone to it in comparison to most of the other songs on Vespertine. 

8.) “Hollow” (Biophilia) - Biophilia is another album that sits near the bottom of the discography in terms of accessibility to general audiences. Hollow is the longest track on the album (there’s is even an extended version on the deluxe edition -why? I will never know). The timing of the beat is unusual (17/8 signature l believe). Björk’s vocal varies only slightly as the song trudges along. A more casual listener might perk up at the beat changeup around the 3:45 mark, if they make it that far. I, for one, adore this though. Who else sings about trunks of DNA?? 

7.) “Declare Independence” (Volta) - This song is so unique for Björk - it’s abrasive, glitchy, loud, distorted, screechy (at times), and filled with cymbal crashes. I can just picture many people hearing this for the first time and being turned off by how in your face it is. It makes me happy though… watch the video and tell me it isn’t great to see Björk bouncing around and yelling into a bullhorn. 

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6.) “Pluto” (Homogenic) - this song packs a punch. It has layers upon layers of beats and distortion to sift through, but it also has Björk singing for the first half of the song in a clear, almost jazzy voice. Pluto begins to amp up the intensity at about the halfway point. This is where it might lose some listeners… I’ve seen people suddenly turn off to the song once she starts howling. It’s crazy and cathartic at the same time. Some people might not like the severity of the song though.

5.) “Bath” (Drawing Restraint 9) - to be honest, this entire soundtrack could make up this list. I only chose from the songs in which Björk actually sings though. Bath is the definition of eerie. The backdrop of “Aposiopesis” by Akira Rabelais with Björk’s haunting whispering and wailing is certainly effective… but it’s definitely not for everyone. 

4.) “Nattúra” (single) - if I could pick one of her non-album songs to be on this list, it had to this one. The constant pounding of drums, sporadic beeps, caterwauling of voices(?) in the background, and Björk’s urgent vocals all combine to make a primal and very polarizing song. 

3.) “Storm” (Drawing Restraint 9) - this song is meant to make you feel anxious and uneasy. It’s literally stormy and crashing one moment, and calming the next. Björk is really wailing on this one. It almost sounds like a signal for help by the end. It’s less of a normal song and more of an experience … which is why it’s definitely not an easy listen for everyone. 

2.) “Dark Matter” (Biophilia) - Björk dreamt of becoming a troubadour of sorts… so what does she do? No, not play a piano, but an iPad. This song is all in gibberish and the time signature is non-existent. It’s supposed to reference the unexplainable phenomena of dark matter in space, and I’d say it accomplishes that. “Dark Matter” being a metaphorical composition with minimal musicality would definitely qualify this song as a tough listen for casual fans… and I’d say the same is probably true for a lot of her hardcore fans as well. 

1.) “Ancestors” (Medúlla) - this is usually the song that some people point to as a prime example for Björk’s love of non traditional sounds and/or singing (or her “weirdness). It all comes down to throat singer Tanya Tagaq. Most of the song involves Tanya hyperventilating or growling with varying intensity as Björk provides backup vocals. At about the 1:55 mark, Tanya hits her first real growl, and people either stick around to the end, or click to the next song. It’s an extremely unique song, and I love that it’s on Medúlla. i can’t help but imagine the ancestors clawing their way out of the dirt. It is most definitely not for everyone though. I suggest listening to the original- but if you’re curious what the song would be like without the throat singing, click here for the Ancestors (Björk version). 

 I tried to make a quick list of some of the songs I know some people have a tough time listening to from Björk’s discography. I plan on making more lists of Björk related material soon.

Cuffed

Hellooo! Here’s a little (but quite special) university!baekhyun scenario ft. some cute Chanbaek interaction!

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“Jagiyaaaaaa.”

Ignoring the call, you went over the details of the presentation in your head, perfecting every one.

“Jagiyaaaa.”

“I’m busy Baekhyun!”

“Please let me innnn,” he whined, voice muffled through the door.

“Baekhyun, I really need to focus; please go do something else!” You heard a sigh from the other side, signaling that you had won. Pleased, you resumed your routine. This presentation meant everything to you; your professor had noticed your potential and offered you an opportunity to present a research project to some of his colleagues, potentially earning you a major scholarship. You wouldn’t let anything stand in your way of it, even if it meant locking Baekhyun out of your dorm room. You loved your boyfriend to death, but he wouldn’t stop pestering you about taking a break, so you had no other choice. To and fro you paced, uttering the same lines under your breath. Closing your eyes, you repeated the words aloud, directing all of your concentration on these now mechanical phrases.

“Right, so today I’m going to be discussing my findings on genetics and stem cells. Stem ce-”

You paused, interrupted by two arms securing themselves around your waist and a head on your shoulder.

“Jagi, please take a break,” Baekhyun coaxed, kissing your cheek.

You sighed for the nth time that day.

“Baek, how did you get in?”

“I know where you hide your spare key,” he enounced cheekily. “Come on, you’ve been preparing for this for a week now; I know you have this whole thing memorized. Come watch One Piece with me! Then you can go ace your presentation!”

You rolled your eyes, mentally chastising Chanyeol for getting Baek hooked on that anime. All you did was shake your head in response, peeling his arms off of your torso and continuing. Your eyes fluttered shut once more, this time with a newfound satisfaction; although you couldn’t see him, you knew he was pouting like the puppy he is. Confidently proceeding, you let your body relax as your arms dropped to your sides.

“As I was saying, ste-”

Click. Click.

You opened your eyes, alerted by the odd noise accompanied by pressure on your wrist.

“Wh-what?! What are you doing?! Are these real?!” You bombarded him with questions, bewildered at the fact that your left wrist was now handcuffed to his right.

“Now you’re stuck with me,” he answered, giving you a big grin. You stared at him, incredulous. He laughed and placed his hands on your shoulders, subsequently dragging your left wrist up as well. “Relax, I have a key. Come watch an episode with me and I’ll un-cuff you! Only when it’s over though, so you won’t try and run away again,” he said with a wink. His eager expression momentarily softened your willpower, and you inwardly teetered on whether to deny him again. But seeing as you were now restrained against your will, you might as well take a break. He was right, you practically had it down to a tee now; what could go wrong?

“Okay, Baekhyun. You win,” you surrendered.

“That’s my girl!” he exclaimed. He then kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “You’re gonna do great, trust me,” he added, and you couldn’t help but smile. “C'mon!” He interlaced his fingers with yours, slightly uncomfortable due to the handcuffs but endearing nonetheless.

* * *

You raised your head from the pillow, feeling refreshed. You had been lying on Baek’s bed, head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. You admit, you needed to take a breather, and you were glad your boyfriend was stubborn enough to convince you to do so. Glancing at the clock, you realized you had twenty minutes before your speech was due, so you sprang up immediately.

“Baek, I have to go! Can you take these off now?”

“Oh! Right. Uh, yeah, just let me find the key,” he said casually, getting off the bed.

“Find the key? What do you mean find it? Don’t you have it already?” you asked, feeling antsy.

“No I do! I mean, Chanyeol gave me these to play with, and he said the key was near the window, but I don’t see it…” he trailed off, running his hand on the windowsill.

“Baek! I have to go! I can’t give the presentation like this!” you yelled, becoming distressed.

“Don’t worry! Here, I’ll call him!” he reassured, pulling out his phone. He dialed Chanyeol’s number and put it on speakerphone.

Hello?” a deep voice answered.

“Hey! Where’s the key?”

Key? What are you talking about?

“The key to the handcuffs!”

What do you mean? There isn’t one.

“Wait wait wait, what?! No, you said that the key was by the window!”

I never said that! I said that Sehun spilled tea on my pillow!

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you menacingly glared at your boyfriend.

“BAEKHYUN!”

_______? Is that you?

“Uhhhh I’ll call you back! Bye!” Baek blurted, hanging up. He laughed nervously, meeting your gaze. “Oops?”

* * *

You opened the hall door, slowly sticking your head inside. Your eyes scanned the vast room and were met with those of your smiling professor’s.

“______! Glad you’re here. Why don’t you come in so we can set your presentation up?”

You timidly entered the room, Baekhyun closely behind, hiding your left arm out of sight.

“This is my boyfriend, Baekhyun.” He took the cue and gave a quiet ‘hello’.

“Oh? This is a private presentation, ______.”

“Yes, I know sir, I’m sorry… there was a mishap this afternoon,” you admitted, holding up your wrists. Your professor’s expression darkened, obviously irritated with the situation.

“I see. And how do you suppose you’re going to handle it?”

“I'm… not sure, sir…”

“Well. I didn’t expect something like this from you, _______,” he stated, disappointed. “I’ll call someone down to help you out.” You stared down at your feet, too ashamed to make eye contact.

“Jagiya, I-”

“Save it,” you whispered.

As your professor stepped out to make the call, two other men in suits strolled in, taking seats.

“You must be _______. Please, go ahead and begin! Is this your partner?”

“Uhh…”

“Yes! I am! I’m Baekhyun,” he declared confidently. You gave him a 'what-do-you-think-you’re-doing’ glower, but he ignored it.

“Nice to meet you both!” one of them spoke, outstretching his hand. The other man did the same. You and Baekhyun exchanged nervous glances before reluctantly accepting them, awkwardly shaking their hands while handcuffed. After an expected hesitation, they eyed you both suspiciously, but said nothing, clearly put off by the abnormal situation. You grabbed Baekhyun’s hand and hurried to the front, beginning shakily.

“Right, so, let’s begin…”

Half an hour later, it was almost over, and frankly put, it couldn’t have gone any worse. The fact that they kept staring at Baekhyun was extremely nerve-wracking, making you trip over your words. Weeks of research and preparation flushed down the toilet as you blanked several times, struggling to piece together your thoughts; it was as if Murphy’s law had personally chosen you as its representative. As you reached a close, you fought the urge to just bolt out of the room to save face, or what was left of it, anyway.

“Thank you for your time.”

“… Thank you. Now, what about your partner? Why didn’t he present on anything?”

“Oh! Uh, I’m not much of a talker,” Baekhyun lied through his teeth. You internally scoffed from the irony.

“But surely, you have something to say? What did you feel was most interesting about the chemical structure of DNA?”

Please don’t answer. Just please don’t.

“Um… I mean, it’s swirly? Which is cool, I guess… and it kinda reminds me of a ladder…? Yeah, that DNA, it’s great stuff…”

If anything could be heard in that silent room, it was the imaginary sound of you banging your head against the wall from his awkward aposiopesis.

“… alright. Well, Miss _______, we only consider the top students for this scholarship. Professionalism is something that’s crucial to us, and unfortunately, you didn’t seem to display that today. I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to let you go on our offer.”

Your heart shattered in that instant, but all you could do was nod solemnly, holding back tears. It had gone horribly after all, and you knew there was nothing you could do to change it.

“Thank you for the opportunity,” you mumbled, barely audible. You rushed out of the room, pulling Baekhyun behind you. You were startled when you bumped into an officer who was waiting outside the door.

“Pardon me miss, but did you need help with these cuffs?” she asked, gesturing to your conjoined wrists. You nodded slowly, and she easily unlocked them with her key, confiscating them in the process. Rubbing your sore wrist, your hair fell in front of your face, allowing a few tears to escape. You were surprised you even had the energy to cry, completely drained from the mortal embarrassment you felt.

“Please, let me fix this,” Baekhyun begged, cupping your face, trying to wipe your cheeks clean.

“There’s nothing to fix, Baekhyun. Just let it go.” You forcefully moved his hands away and walked off, intent on leaving the building. At this point, you didn’t care if he followed you or not. This all felt like some kind of cruel nightmare, and all you wanted to do was collapse into your bed and not wake up. As you exited through the doors of the building, you didn’t make it more than a few steps when you realized that you had left your purse in your haste. Groaning, you debated on leaving it there until the next day. You really didn’t want to go back in there, but you didn’t have much of a choice, seeming as all of your essentials were in there. Sighing, you sluggishly trudged your way back into the building, retracing your steps and reaching the hall’s door anew. You weren’t sure if anyone was still in there, and resolved to knock when you heard voices on the other side.

“Baekhyun, is it?”

“Uh, yes. Listen, I… I’m not actually her partner; I’m her boyfriend. I know you probably don’t want to listen to what I have to say but please just hear me out. _______ worked so hard on this presentation. She put her heart and soul into this, and for the past week she’s done nothing but practice for it. This morning, I did something really stupid and I decided to handcuff us together because she wasn’t paying any attention to me, but then I found out I didn’t have a key. So basically, I screwed this entire thing up. It’s my fault. It’s my fault that she was so nervous; it’s my fault that she didn’t do that well; it’s all my fault, and I’m sorry. But trust me when I say that you won’t find a better person to give this scholarship to than her. She’s one of the smartest, most hardworking people you’ll ever meet, and she’s patient too, because she has to deal with me all of the time. She’s the sweetest and most loving person I know, I just, I don’t know, I love her a lot and I have no idea how I got so lucky because I really don’t deserve her; honestly how does she even put up with all of my pranks, I know I- I’m rambling, sorry. What I’m trying to say is, please, just give her another chance. You have to. I promise you, you won’t be seeing me again. Please don’t let the fact that she has an idiot boyfriend ruin her chances at this.”

Your heart ached at his heartfelt apology, especially since he wasn’t aware that you were listening. After a small pause, you heard another voice.

“Your heart’s in the right place. I like that. I’ll tell you what: we usually don’t give people second chances, but I think we can make an exception this time.”

Sighs of relief came from both sides of the door, but yours was a little too loud and you quickly covered your mouth. The door subsequently opened, leaving you frozen in place.

“Ah! Miss _______.”

“I-I’m sorry, I left my bag…”

“Not a problem. I’m assuming you heard what was just said, so I’ll let you know that we’ll be here next month. Please prepare accordingly.”

“Yes, thank you so, so much! You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“Of course. And, just a small tip… keep that boyfriend of yours out of trouble,” he mentioned, turning back and giving Baekhyun a grin.

You couldn’t help but smile yourself, nodding. The two men left the room, leaving you and Baekhyun. Grabbing your purse from the front, you carefully walked towards him. He had his head down, fiddling with his thumbs. You lifted his chin with your left hand and were met with a very pouty, anxious Baek.

“Byun Baekhyun, you’re such an idiot,” you said with a frown.

“But… I’m your idiot, right?” he asked nervously.

You said nothing but enveloped him in a hug. He relaxed under your touch, breathing into your hair and pulling you in tighter. You let your fingers slip into the back of his head, toying with the tendrils of his hair. God, you loved this kid. No matter what dumb things he’s done, no matter how many times he’s pissed you off, no matter what the circumstance; they were right, he has a good heart. He’s made mistakes but he’s still learning, and he always has the best of intentions. At the end of the day, he’ll always be the Byun Baekhyun that you fell in love with on day one and has never failed to make you laugh and cheer you up.

“I love you, a lot. And I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling away.

“It’s alright; I forgive you. Just promise me you’ll never do anything like this again?” you asked, lightly patting his cheek a few times.

“I promise,” he affirmed. “Thanks for sticking with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you sincerely confessed, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

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Note: I know I said that I would’ve had a Kyungsoo scenario for you guys last Friday, but I’m still working on it; my apologies! Please accept this Baekhyun scenario to make up for it. I really enjoyed writing this one; it started out as a really silly/fun idea, but towards the end, I got a little more serious. I wasn’t planning on it at first, but I took the opportunity to spill a little of how I really feel about Baekhyun during the end. This persuades me to further give a little spiel/rant about him; read more if you want, and skip over this next part if you don’t! There will be more scenario updates at the end of this post.

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I believe Baekhyun deserves a lot of love. In the past several months I feel like he’s lost a lot of fans due to the whole “dating scandal” or whatever. (I really hate that word; honestly, what’s so scandalous about it?) That really breaks my heart. Also, I’ve seen so many people hating on him for being “problematic”. Look, I know he’s said and done some things, but I don’t think it’s right to just label him off and then endlessly hate on him for it. Here’s the thing: In the past, I’ve said and done some problematic things as well. Haven’t we all? I regret many of the things I used to say when I was younger, but you know what, I’ve learned from it. Because at the time, I didn’t know they were wrong. I wasn’t aware that I was being ignorant, but now I do, and having my eyes opened to that has made me a much better person. I believe that if you really love and support Baekhyun, then you should be patient and try to educate him instead of just writing him off! There’s always going to be antis out there, but I know that Baek stans are some of the sweetest and strongest people ever and I respect them a lot. My point is: Baekhyun is a good kid. He’s continuing to grow and learn, and we need to support him. He has a good heart. He cares for other people a lot, and yeah he makes mistakes, but everyone does, and that’s what makes us human. Please show him lots of love. Please stick with him. He works extremely hard and tries his best to make us all smile, and we should do the same.

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Phew! Glad I got that off of my chest. If you read it, I’d love to hear what you guys think about it; feel free to leave me a message! I’m lonely anyway haha. Currently, I have tons of bits and pieces of other scenarios, including multi-part ones. These include Tao, Sehun, Kai, Luhan, and more. So please anticipate! Enjoy your weekend everyone!

Aren't You a Cute Librarian || aposiopesi-s

Alfred swore that he had gone down this damn aisle before. Apparently, the computer didn’t understand that the book he was looking for was clearly not here… How many times was he going to pace up and down before he found what he was looking for? Then again, that cute guy in the next aisle was a pretty good substitute for what he was looking for. Lucky for Alfred the shelf right at eye level seemed to be in the process of getting restocked.

Once the other moved down the aisle in the search for a book, so did Alfred. Although, he made sure to keep his eyes on the other. He didn’t want this opportunity to slip away, did he? Not to mention, finding someone who liked books these days was a struggle to find. Regardless, Alfred simply stared at the other, dazed by his attractiveness.