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Writers: Break the Rules

The entire reason we want to have writing “rules” is so that we can break them

Between my annoyed ranting and my personal opinions, it slipped my mind that many people haven’t been told this, and it’s only been brought to my attention recently that my own posts (and many others) don’t emphasize this point nearly enough.

Please take every writing guideline with a grain of salt. 

If someone says don’t do this it should never mean don’t ever do this but rather do this sparingly in order to get the effect you want out of it.

If you use stammers and ellipses to show pacing throughout your story, those things become the pacing itself. But if you use the sentence structure and action tags to show pacing, you can use stammers and ellipses to show anxiety, or create a unique speech pattern for a particular character, or a multitude of other cool things.

If you constantly use epithets to describe every character in your story, they become a long, often annoying alternate to a pronoun or name. But if you cut out most epithets, and just use a specific one to refer to a particular person or group of people, you can show something about your pov character’s view of the world, whether prejudice or admiration or adoration; the possibilities are endless. 

The same idea can be applied to most things pertaining to writing. Remember that almost anything you use frequently throughout your writing will loose its point. That’s why said is such a good dialogue tag. Once you use it enough times, most readers don’t notice it anymore. 

So when you read a writing guideline, one of your first thought should not be that’s a foolish rule or wow my writing must be terrible, but rather in what ways could this rule be broken in order to achieve a certain effect? 

Once you know that, it’s much easier to tell if the rule itself (and the breaking of it) is something you think would benefit your writing, or if you’d be better off ignoring it entirely.

(If we could pass this around the writeblr community that would be wonderful!) 

Disclaimer, sarcasm, and more info below the cut:

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anonymous asked:

Could you not say qu**r so often, please? Or at least tag it? Alternatives could be SGA or trans (depending on which part you're referring to) or LGBT? It's uncomfortable to quite a lot of people if it's used as an umbrella term too. Thank you

While I’m not interested in delving into that discourse on this blog…well, I guess it was gonna happen sooner or later. 

So just to be clear, before I say anything else, let me preface this post by saying that I’m going to state my position on this, but I will not admit any further discussion on the subject on this blog. You’re free to talk to me @talysalankil​ if you feel like having further discussion, but this blog isn’t the right place to do so. Also I’m going to use links from my personal blog because it’s just easier. But frankly if you want better sources on the subject, they’re out there.

Warning for massive wall of text. I tried to structure it, but there you go.

“Queer” has been reclaimed for decades. Many people who are much more knowledgeable than myself have pointed out that it’s been used at least as long as LGBT as an umbrella term (and that it was reclaimed before SGA was even invented), and it has the benefit of being inclusionary. The fact that is a historical slur cannot and should not be ignored, but the thing is, there is literally not a single word in use to refer to people who aren’t cis and straight that hasn’t been used as a slur at one point or another. Fuck’s sake, people still use “gay” today as a derogatory term, even when discussing things that have nothing to do with sexuality.

Meanwhile, SGA is an acronym that takes its root from conversion therapy (yes, really; SGA discoursers have claimed otherwise but survivors of conversion therapy attest to it), so I’m pretty sure it is equally trigger or even more triggering that queer to people.

SGL (same-gender loving) is a less historically charged acronym that I feel less strongly about for that reason, but it also comes from AAVE and I feel like there’s an element of cultural appropriation for me to use it as a white person, just like I wouldn’t use two-spirits because it’s a native american term. 

But that’s not my only issue with either acronym. See, the issue I have with SGA/SGL are multiple, and I’m going to put a cut here because this is getting out of hand:

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ptw30  asked:

Hihi! You mentioned on AO3 you have no prompts for Ulaz and Shiro right now, so...if you're still taking prompts, would you mind writing one about Ulaz and Shiro - maybe at the Blade headquarters? Thanks!

Ohhhh I do not mind. I do not mind at all.

Technically they aren’t at the Blade headquarters here, but. Um. I’m not sorry. 


Kolivan is not pleased when Ulaz calls him from halfway across the galaxy.

“There were no other options,” Ulaz repeats, for the third time. Kolivan stares back at him from the communication screen, silent and impassive. His mask is down, but it’s no improvement: Kolivan’s face is nearly as stoic and unreadable as if he had the mask up.

Nearly. Ulaz isn’t fooled. The tick in the corner of Kolivan’s eye and the small flare of his nostrils give him away.

“Be that as it may,” Kolivan says. His tone speaks volumes, too: brusque, blunt, syllables sharper and harsher than usual. ‘Not pleased’ is an understatement. “I cannot permit you to come blindly back to headquarters after such a foolish sacrifice.”

“My actions were not foolish,” Ulaz insists, defensive and heated. The comm unit in the stolen Galra ship is small, made smaller by the tracking devices Ulaz ripped out and dismantled with his bare hands. The ship was intended for short journeys; it was never meant to make the long trek Ulaz faces now. “Against your timing, perhaps, but not foolish. Thace is still on board. He will remain as informant for as long as physically and feasibly possible.”

“The choice was not yours to make.”

“And yet I have made it.”

“At what cost?” Kolivan asks. The comm image blurs for a tick before it steadies, stable. “Your plan has failed. This was your alternative?”

Ulaz casts a glance over his shoulder. Shiro’s asleep, propped up against the far wall - ‘far’ is a generous statement. This ship is too small. Shiro’s tucked his back into a corner, his arm cradled to his chest. He’s sleeping off the drug and what Ulaz is fairly certain is a concussion.

“No,” Ulaz admits, quietly, “This was not part of my plan.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope you're having a great day! Sorry to ask but do you have any headcanons regarding your collection of Kanas? They're all so interesting! (Also your art is lovely!)

Don’t be sorry to ask! It’s actually kinda nice that someone is asking me about Kana content. And thank you for complimenting my art alhfkahfjafhkjh

I will talk about the Kanas as if they are all in the Revelation path (in which they can interact with everyone) because I think it’s more fun that way

We’ll start with Izana!Kana

-one of my friends thinks it’s troublesome to keep calling him Izana!Kana so she just calls him “Kazana” and I think it’s cute

-when transformed into a dragon, he is fairly small. No one is sure why. Instead of being of a decent dragon size like his mother, he’s more like the size of a rather large dog. popular theories include he may yet grow into a larger dragon, he is small as a human so he is small as a dragon, and maybe he’s small and a little odd looking because of whatever odd dragon genetics Izana may have contributed.

-unlike the other children who usually get kinda excited when the opportunity to go swimming in a lake or whatever presents itself, he avoids the water. Says he starts to hear a strange voice and his head hurts. Azura in particular is concerned over this, though when she asks him to tell her about it, he becomes even more prickly than usual over the subject and avoids her too

-he likes Midori. Midori likes him… because he’s a dragon and fun to experiment on.

-aims to surpass his father in looks– or at least, that’s his excuse for putting on makeup and dressing up. He just finds it all aesthetically pleasing.

-surprisingly enough, avoids Forrest (thinks he’s tacky)

-Gets taken out of his deeprealm early bc “really, is there anywhere safer than Izumo?? it’s neutral, no one’s gonna hurt him” but then escapes to his deeprealm anyway bc he’s like 9 and wanted to be taken seriously so he has to grow (it didn’t really work out)

-gave up on trying to control his hair and accepts it for its faults (besides, having lil hair antennas makes him taller… sort of….)

-absolutely adores the colour pink

-is sometimes subject to terrible nightmares

-wanders off on his own a lot

-will always be kind of short

-tried to pick a fight with Orochi once, realized that was a bad idea fast

-very proficient little mage, but certain tomes/scrolls/spirits need to be kept away from him bc he will cause damage

-the sort of kid to transform in the middle of dinner, refuse to transform back, and then lay on the table and roll around in spite of being told to cut that out already

-gets grounded for a month and half bc he decided to fuck with the messengers and nearly brought Izumo directly into the war

-but really he’s just moody. sorta like a cat. he’ll occasionally go up to someone he likes and curl up near or on them and go to sleep or just. stay there bc he wants company.

Now for Niles!Kana

-as opposed to the other Kanas, he’s more around 15-16.

-loud boy

-got his ears pierced courtesy of Soleil

-AWFUL DIETARY HABITS courtesy of Velouria

-why did these two things happen? parents asked Nina to babysit him and she left them with whoever was closest and not busy to do other more important things

-his consumption of odd/rotting things is not limited to dragon form as it was discovered when he was found raiding the pantry for spoiled/rotting foods (Jakob and Felicia still aren’t sure how they feel about this. On the one hand, this kid is useful in that he’ll eat this stuff…. on the other, that’s Corrin’s kid and what if something bad happens??)

-can be bribed with candy

-can be overly friendly at times and has a little bit of trouble with the concept of personal space

-gets along just fine with Nina, but if they’re getting along especially well, be suspicious. they’re plotting something.

-has a few crushes but he won’t tell anyone who they are

-likes his cloak/cape thing because he can wrap up in it

-Keaton doesn’t allow him anywhere near his collection after an incident in which Kana nearly ate half of it

-used to be really clingy when he was younger

-has a tendency to be really blunt sometimes but usually doesn’t realize what he’s said until after he’s said it

-the only cooking he actively avoids is Reina’s. No one is sure what she does, but if Kana won’t eat it…. it can’t be safe.

-walks with really heavy steps because otherwise he is too quiet when approaching and scares people

-gets really bad seasonal allergies

-very good at tracking things

-prefers to fight as a dragon

…and now Takumi!Kana (even though I haven’t really posted anything with him)

-youngest Kana, around 6-7. Pure, sweet bab

-absolutely adores his big brother Kiragi

-extremely good with small animals (sometimes follows Shigure around)

-very shy and clings to his Mama a lot

-wants to grow his hair out long someday like his Papa

-is a little scared of Ryoma

-likes flying on pegasi and kinshi but doesn’t want one of his own

-calls a lot of the women older than him “Auntie” even if they are not related

-asked Azura to make him a little necklace for his dragonstone bc he was afraid he’d lose it somewhere

-only one of the Kanas to not have hair that sticks up like little antenna (which will change when he gets older and his hair more out of his control)

-self-conscious about his ears

-a bit of a picky eater

-really needs to be developed more bc he is super adorable

Annnnnnd to end the post, lame doodles of the Kanas as adults.

Thank you for asking about my Kanas!

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 5/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: drinking, cussing

Word Count: 4,045

Dedication: @celestialqueerfeminist, the MVP of tags

Tags: @randomcakes410, @celestialqueerfeminist, @midnigtartist, @halpdevon, @exadorlion, @lukassgoggles, @kneel-to-maria, @wildlittleman

A/N: PLEASE READ ALL PARTS BEFORE CHAPTER 5! ALSO, DONT BE AFRAID TO LEAVE FEEDBACK! Most active/people with best tags get shoutouts, by the way :)


Alexander sat at one end of the table, tapping his spoon against the edge of his plate. He was extremely distracted by so much, it was hard for him to engage in any sort of conversation.

Everyone noticed. For a man of so many words, it was strange for him to not talk about something. Whether it be about work, his book, raging about Thomas Jefferson, Alexander always had something to say.

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  • Ghira: Alright, now listen. Sienna Khan is a strong terrifying leader. She will only show respect when given it so be on your best behavior. That means no rude comments and Speak. Only. When. Spoken. To. Is that understood? *Ghira said as He, Blake, and Sun are lead down an old street to a large abandon building.*
  • Sun: Why do I feel like that was only directed at me? *Sun whispered to Blake.*
  • Blake: It was. *Blake informed him.*
  • Sun: Well, that is just rude. *He frowned while Blake looked at him with a raised eyebrow.* ... Fair enough.
  • Blake: Look don't take it personally. Sienna Khan is the reason why the White Fang became violate in the first place. She is a firm believer in the only the strongest survive and is the one that started the grim mask.
  • Sun: Wait. Seriously? I thought is was, uh, you know who.
  • Blake: *Blake frown knowing who Sun was talking about as her cat ears drooped down.* It's true Adam was the one that made all of the white fang under him start wearing the mask but it was originally to show that he was her pupil.
  • Sun: So then that means...
  • Blake: Sienna Khan trained Adam to be the killer he is today. *Blake sadly admitted then felt Sun place a comforting hand on her shoulder.*
  • Sun: It's not your fault. That dumbass made his own choice and now he is going to be in for a big surprise when we are here to kick his ass.
  • Blake: If he tries to attack Sienna Khan directly.
  • Ghira: Which I doubt young Adam is that foolish. Sienna Khan is a fierce warrior and won't hesitate to kill anyone who challenges her. Even I had few... close calls with her. *Ghira frowns rubbing his side.*
  • Sun: Yeah but you still won right?
  • Ghira: Of course.
  • Blake: Weren't you in the hospital for three days after your last fight with her?
  • Ghira: It was a luck shoot!
  • Sun: Soooo, not to change topics about the possile butt whoopings you may or may not have gotten. *Sun slowly started as Ghira glared at his.* But What kind of Faunus is she? Is she a tiger? A lizard?
  • Blake: I'm... not really sure to be honest with you. *Blake muttered.*
  • Sun: What?! How could you not know what kind of Faunus she is after working for her for so long? *Sun asked with surprise.*
  • Blake: I rarely meet her and every time I did she always wore her grim mask hiding her face. Sienna khan isn't even her real name.
  • Sun: And THAT didn't immediately set off a few red flags when you let her take over. *At this Blake and Ghira both stop to Glare at Sun who held his ground as he crossed his arms.*
  • Blake: ... Point taken.
  • Ghira: Fair enough. *He and Blake admitted as they entered the building the leader of the White Fang has made her base.* However to be fair she only started to wear it when I and Kali had decided to take of as leader of Menagerie.
  • Rhino Faunus: Ahem. Excuse me for interrupting. *The rhino faunus cleared his throat, getting the attention of the Belladonnas and Sun.* Please wait here. I shall inform Sienna Khan that you have arrived.
  • Ghira: Very well. Thank you.
  • Rhino Faunus: My pleasure. It is the least I can do for you and your daughter. *The Rhino faunus bowed and walked off.*
  • Sun: ... He seems nice.
  • Blake: He is. He was my babysitter when little.
  • Sun: He was!?
  • Ghira: He was. Blake used to use his horn as a scratching post.
  • Blake: Dad!
  • Sun: That poor man.
  • Blake: Sun!
  • Ghira: Anyway, as for Sienna Khan's Faunus heritage, she is from an old bloodline of Faunus. One which allows them to either shows fully what they are or hides it completely.
  • Sun: What's that mean?
  • Blake: *Blake shrugs* It's only a myth. A clan of Faunus that-
  • Rhino Faunus: Sienna Khan will see you now. *The Faunus interrupted as he reemerged from the room which he enter before stepping aside to hold the door for them.*
  • Ghira: *Ghira nodded and looked back at Blake and Sun.* Are you both ready? *The two nodded and followed Ghira as they made their way into Sienna Khan's room lit by candles and a fire place. Once inside Blake and Sun quickly noticed dozens of maps of different kingdoms, Schnee dust minds and factories, leaders of anti-faunus groups with some that are crossed out, even photos of other white fang members, and what catch Blake's attention a small framed picture of half a picture.*
  • Blake: That's Photo. *Blake thought to herself.* They look almost like...
  • Sienna Khan: It's been a long time hasn't it, Ghira? *Sienna Khun spoke causing Ghira, Blake, and Sun to quickly turned to the fire place. There two chairs, open empty and the other that's back faced them where taken that shows a red armored gauntlet rest upon the arm rest, sat in front of the fire with a small table in between them where a large Grimm mask laid next to a small glass.* What bring you back? If its about what happened at Beacon, It's being taken care of if you haven't already received the plans on dealing with my pupil.
  • Ghira: Actually, this visit is to warn you about your pupil Sienna Khan. *The former leader of the white fang started taking a step towards it new leader.* Aside from leading that attack on Beacon, twisting what the White Fang stands for, and even sending his followers to track down and on my daughter. He plans on attempting to over throw you and taking over the White Fang.
  • Sienna Khan: Yes. I am aware of this. *She told them, reaching for the glass of liquor.* As well as the order that Adam has told his followers to track and find your daughter.
  • Ghira: You are aware of this? *Ghira questioned in a low almost threatening tone.* You were aware of the spies in Menagerie? You were aware that one of them attacked my daughter and nearly killed her friend?! You were aware that my daughter was endanger and you didn't think of warning me!?
  • Sienna Khan: *The leader of the white fang pauses while lifting her glass, Blake's ears picking up the sound of her turning her head towards her father.* The Towers are down Ghira. By the time I learned about Adam's obsession with your daughter, Whom I remind you betrayed him and broke his heart, *Ghira and Blake both notice a hint of frustration in her tone.* I received your message of wanting to speak with me. Which is why I will deal with it.
  • Ghira: Which is why I will be PERSONALLY be assisting you and the white fang hunt him and his follower down. *Ghira told her crossing his arms before Sienna Khan slammed her glass on the table hard startling Blake and Sun.*
  • Sienna Khan: You seemed to misunderstood me, Ghira. You may help our people find his followers to restore our tribes good name. But I will be dealing with MY pupil. Personally. *She told them, in a very threatening manner. However, to Ghira and Sun's surprise, cause Blake to step forward.*
  • Blake: Then I am going with you.
  • Sun: Wait What!?
  • Ghira: Blake. No.
  • Sienna Khan: Blake?
  • Blake: Adam was my partner. He was a friend... I have to take responsibility and stop him. *Blake begins.* It's my fault he is like how he is. It's my fault that he has become the monster he is now. It's my fault that now everyone I care about is in danger. It's my fault that the one I... The one I love lost so much... I need to make things right. *There was a moment of silence Sun and Ghira seeing the determination is the young huntress's eyes. Then to all of their surprise Sienna Khan rose from her chair as she spoke.*
  • Sienna Khan: Sure.
  • Ghira: Sienna Khan! *snapped as his successor as she reach for her dust blades sword.*
  • Sienna Khan: You can drop the title Ghira. I won't be doing this hunt with you daughter as Sienna Khan. Beside, *Sienna Khan said, turning to face Blake and Sun watching as an expression shock washes over their faces and stared right into Blake's eyes with her red.*
  • Sun: No way...
  • Blake: I don't believe it... You're... You're...
  • Raven Branwen: We have a lot to talk about.
An Artist’s Muse

Summary: Phil is a (sleep deprived) artist, and Dan is his muse, though he doesn’t know it (yet).

Word Count: 2.7k

hey this fic is for @vivunt-amant because it’s her BIRTHDAY!! (move aside dan, i’ve got FRIENDS to attend to!!) honestly she’s such an amazing person, a great friend, a fantastic artist, and an always unfailing beta. i’m super grateful to have been able to become her friend, and anyone who enjoys this fic in the slightest should go follow her bc it’s thanks to melea that it’s even here (also it’s her birthday and she’s wonderful so what are you waiting for???)

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anonymous asked:

Why do you ship Cress and Thorne in a sexual relationship? Cress is literally 16 and Thorne is 20 years old. That is an inappropriate relationship right there and making it sexual makes it worse. I'm not hating on you and saying you have to stop shipping cresswell, but you shipping two people with a big age difference (one being a minor) in a sexual relationship pretty much says you're ok with statutory rape (and don't even SAY their age doesn't matter to you bc it's still gross)

Okay. First of all, I don’t ship Cress and Thorne in a “sexual relationship.” I ship Cress and Thorne. That’s it. If you’re referring to this post, then you will see that while I do ship them and I do think sex is inevitable and nothing to be scared or ashamed of, I headcanon that it is important to Thorne that Cress is at least 18 (not a minor) because it is important to me

Secondly, I really don’t have a problem with a four year age gap as stated in this post. Because when Cress is 18 and Thorne is 22, I do not care. Reminder, Scarlet is 18 and Wolf is 23 and I don’t have a single problem with that. (And please don’t try to throw the whole but Scarlet isn’t a minor thing at me because Wolf was basically raised with no life skills and also professed his undying love to the first person of the opposite sex who spoke to him. No judgement, because I also love Wolflet).

In the year 2017 in the United States of America, is it technically statutory rape if Cress and Thorne were dating? Yes. Do they live in the year 2017 in the United States of America? No. So why don’t I have a problem with it? Because they aren’t real people. They are fictional characters in a fictional story about a crazy lady on the moon. 

I honestly think the argument of Thorne being four years older than Cress while she is still a minor is an old and tired argument for the mere fact that while I know something like that is supposed to be frown upon, again, they aren’t real people

Why do I ship Cresswell? Because Cress makes Thorne want to be a better person. She makes him see that he’s capable of great things and shows him that he is actually a kind and compassionate person. Thorne is a better person because of Cress. In return, Thorne shows Cress that she is actually really brave and strong – that she’s capable beyond her small frame and physical limitations. He has always looked out for her and made her feel safe and never has he taken advantage of her. I honestly don’t think that Cress being in a relationship with another 16 year old automatically means that that relationship would be more “healthy” than Cresswell. 

One of my favorite lines of the series is at the end of Winter when Cinder is speaking to the Earthen leaders and they are trying to talk down to her about Lunar immigration. She replies with, “So while I’m not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.” 

I think more aptly, no one should look at these basic facts and make conclusions about anyone’s character. One of the themes of the series is that people are more than their labels or what society thinks of them. While Cress is inexperienced, she is not naive. While Thorne has been shown to take anything and everything he wants, he’s only ever shown as giving to Cress. 

Furthermore, I’m sorry, but you’re not going to change my mind about Cresswell. I love them for the reasons stated above and many, may more. You’re not going to change my mind. And you, anon, obviously don’t like Cresswell for your reasons and I’m not going to change your mind. So why don’t we just agree to ship who we ship and let other people ship who they ship. I honestly don’t think me shipping Cresswell hurts you in any way. 

***Note: If it’s unclear to anyone else, I’m not up for further discussion on this because you’re not going to change my mind. I honestly think people should let others ship who they ship. 

You're Abused: Part 2

A/N: This was requested SOOOO MUCH so I had to do it :)
If you haven’t read part 1 yet, here it is :)


I’ve been in too much pain to even move a muscle. My ribs were completely crushed. My wrist was broken in half, due to my father bending it so far back when I tried to defend myself. My nose was broken, and my swells and cuts have made no improvements.
It’s a miracle I’m even alive right now. I had died seven times while they tried to take tests, making me see the soothing white light just enough to feel at least a little relaxed. I just don’t understand why I came back all those times. I don’t understand why I just didn’t die. I don’t get it. I could be in Heaven right now, letting go of all the pain, all the hell, and all the struggles I’ve had to cross my entire life. That’s how I want it to be. I don’t want to be here now, I was certain I was going to die, which is why I used my last words to Harry.
I had planned to use my last words on something I truly ment. My entire life I wanted to last words I’ve ever spoken to be something I could never regret saying. I wanted my last words to reach out to somebody I had complete love for. I wanted my last words to be something that had so much value, and so much meaning, that it would stick to someone’s heart forever.
I wanted to look down, and smile, and feel so happy that I had used my last words for something I truly was happy with.
“Y/n?” Someone whispered from the doorway.
I could never mistake Niall’s voice. I knew it was him, so all I did was a simple nod to have him know that I was awake; listening.
“Thank God” he sighed, walking up to me and slowly wrapping his gentle arms around my neck.
I couldn’t move, I could barely even speak, and I had never felt so guilty in my entire life. They desereved so much more than my silence. They did everything in their power to prevent this exact thing from happening. So to give them pure silence made my heart break.
“It’s okay. You’re doing okay” Niall whispered, giving a small kiss upon my forehead.
All the boys greeted me with gentle hugs, scared to lay a finger on me, and even though they were trying not to hurt me, their slightest touches put me in so much pain.
But Harry wasn’t here. Harry wasn’t with them. Harry was the only person I wanted to see. Whether he was going to be rude to me or not, I needed to at least feel him here. I missed knowing he was around me, even though he hated when I was.
“How are you feeling?” Zayn asked, slowly taking his seat next to my bed.
I swallowed hard, trying so hard to even part my lips correctly. My throat was completely soar, and it was extremely difficult to speak a word.
“Where’s,” I began, needing to swallow one more time before finishing, “Harry?”
All the boys widened their eyes. I guess they didn’t expect me to want him here. Maybe they didn’t want Harry here becuse they thought I wouldn’t want him here. Maybe they thought that what he did was my chance to completely move on from him, so that he could go back to his life; to go back to what he truly wants.
“We kept him in the waiting room because we th—”
“Please” I whispered, still not moving any part of my body, “get me him”.
Niall slightly nodded, giving me a small rub on my hand before making his way out of the room.
I could tell nobody knew what to say, because there was such a slight chance I could reply. But despite all the silence, I could tell they were happy that I was breathing. It was so comforting to have so many people here for me. It was a moment, despite all the pain, depsite all the problems, where I had felt so loved. They had done everything for me, and even me running out on them, they still held on to me, with no thought of ever letting go.
“Don’t you dare hurt her” I heard Niall seeth as he shoved Harry through the door, slamming it shut beind him.
“We’ll leave you guys be, alright?” Liam whispered to me, rubbing the top of my forehead soothingly before planting a soft kiss upon my forehead.
I nodded, looking straight into his eyes before he walked away from me, leaving only Harry and I here.
Harry looked so tired. He looked as if he hasn’t slept in days. Everything about him was tired. His clothes, his face, his body. There was no way he had gotten any rest since he found me. There was no way he even shut his eyes, even for more than a second. He had to be nervous, because the way his jeans looked tugged, and the way his hair was a mess, I could tell he had tugged on his pants and ran his fingers through his hair over and over until he has gotten an answer.
He sat right where Zayn sat, scooching the chair more toward me as he slowly reached for my hand, holding it with so much softness I could barely feel it there. His eyes closed softly, letting loose tears to fall aimlessly down his cheeks. He breathed in heavily, trying to collect himself.
“I am so, so sorry that I caused this. I didn’t—I didn’t know. How could I not know? I can’t believe I could ever even—I can’t. I just wanted you out. Not out of hate, but out of so much confusion. I loved you more than I had loved anybody else. I cared more for you than for my own self, and that scared me so much there was no way I could care for someone like that. I was so scared. I was scared” he cried, burrying his face in my hand as he cried loudly.
With much energy, I slowly reached my hand to his hair. He grabbed it, keeping a part of me in his reach. I didn’t need an explination, I didn’t need anything to have him come back to me. I was willing to do anything, say anything, do every single thing if that’s what it took.
But depsite everything he had done to me, he was always the boy I loved. He became such a huge part of me that I had no idea how much I had lost myself until he was gone. But with him, I had never felt so true. He had become my everything, and now, once all the pain subsides, after all the tears are dry, I could be his everything, too.

I realised today that The Force Awakens has brought something into focus for me that’s been bothering me for a while. Specifically, Hollywood’s - or maybe America’s - treatment of female characters. I feel like they’re trying to sell me something as new and progressive that I literally grew up with - that even my mother grew up with, actually. Main female character! Such a novel concept! Finally! … except, well. It’s not a new concept at all. And the way it’s done these days is rather troubling to me. Rey, or the way she’s presented within the narrative, is a great example. (I don’t mean for this to be anti-Rey, I have no problem with the character herself and I know she’ll probably be a role model for a new generation of little girls. I’m not even getting into the Mary-Sue argument. I just have a few concerns about the whole thing and I think, honestly, she and the fans deserved a lot better.)

Again, spoilers ahead. Don’t read on if you’re still avoiding spoilers!

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so writemeastoryofsolitude and i were wondering how on earth mofftiss are going to tackle the johnlock wedding, here are a few ideas:

  • it would be a small, intimate ceremony just for closest friends and family, complete opposite of john and mary’s lavish wedding
  • mike stamford is john’s best man, papa greg is sherlock’s
  • harry actually showing up
  • mycroft looking extra smug as if it’s all down thanks to him
  • mummy and daddy holmes, and mrs hudson all crying through the whole ceremony
  • since food equals sex, john feeding sherlock the first piece of the wedding cake
  • sherlock not even caring about going anywhere nice for their sex holiday since all he cares about is being with john, but john wanting to do this for sherlock because he deserves it, they both do
  • mycroft getting them a ridiculously extravagant wedding gift and john being concerned it’s way too much but mycroft insisting like “please, if this had happened a hundred years ago, do you have any idea how large a dowry i would have had to give you for finally taking him off my hands”, john like “….he’s not a woman” and mycroft giving him a smile and an appraising look like “the point still stands, i’d have paid truly exorbitant sums to ensure my little brother was happy and healthy and engaged with life, but it turns out i don’t have to”
  • neither sherlock nor john want to stop dancing the entire night of their wedding
  • at the end of the night john being like “okay we’ve been dancing for hours, my feet and knees are killing me, and you’ve spent the last three dances not-so-subtly grinding against me and groping my arse so the only dancing i want to do with you right now is strictly horizontal and on a bed” and sherlock practically sprinting from the room, shouting goodbyes at everyone on his way and “WE’RE OFF TO START OUR SEX HOLIDAY, GRAHAM DON’T TAKE ON ANY INTERESTING CASES WHILE I’M GONE, INDEFINITELY, ON A SEX HOLIDAY WITH JOHN, MY HUSBAND”, while john follows him apologising without really meaning it and finally giving up and just running after sherlock and grinning
  • sherlock deciding to change his name to watson-holmes and john being like “you don’t have to do this, your name should maintain recognisability for your work” and sherlock giving him a look “john, you’ve been a part of that work since we met, and besides holmes and watson, i think those names should ought to remain connected in everyone’s minds forever, don’t you?”
  • john changing his name too because together forever is together forever
  • sherlock going on john’s blog and making a post with size 60 font saying “NOT CURRENTLY ACCEPTING CASES, WE ARE ON SEX HOLIDAY”
  • john commenting on the post like “you were just getting ice, come back to bed”
  • sherlock commenting back “YOU come back to bed :-)”
  • sherlock changing john’s profile photo to one from their wedding and changing the description to include “married to sherlock watson-holmes”
  • sherlock rewriting their wiki articles to mention their marriage at least once a paragraph
  • holmes parents making john call them mum and dad
  • the first time john and sherlock visit holmes parents and john calls them mum and dad he feels a bit awkward but the beaming smiles sherlock and his parents give him make him feel like he finally has the loving and supportive family he always longed for
  • first christmas dinner as a married couple at holmes parents’ house, john and daddy holmes chatting in the sitting room while sherlock “helps” his mum in the kitchen which is more “let’s mummy embarrass him by complimenting john and the effect married life on sherlock”
  • mycroft joining them in the kitchen and making a comment like “yes, i heard those effects quite vociferously last night, you may want to relocate to the upstairs bedroom when you return to baker street if only to spare mrs hudson” and sherlock retorting “you may want to relocate to a kitchen surface that john didn’t fuck me up against last night then”, mummy being absolutely scandalised for about 5 seconds and then being like “i know what you mean sherlock, when your father and i got married we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, why in this very kitchen….” and the rest getting drowned out with truly horrifying screams of “MUMMY!!!!” from both brothers 

@mofftiss hit us up if you need more ideas

On working with other people’s patterns.

I was just looking at a pattern on Etsy, and I saw that some of the reviews weren’t very nice. In fact some were rather rude about the pattern, and despite the listing saying that it was an advanced pattern, the negative reviews were people having what sounded like novice issues.

This is not a dig at novices or beginners, I’m just going to write a little bit about tips for working with patterns.

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anonymous asked:

Is there anything about medieval fantasy settings and characters that you're tired seeing, traits many have that bother you, or anything you'd like to see more in this type of character? Or just basic advice?

I’m working on a fantasy novel right now, so I was really excited to see this question come in earlier!

  • Characters who are perfectly healthy: Do you know how many different diseases and dangerous situations people have been in, historically speaking? If every single character in your book is totally able-bodied and one hundred percent physically sound, I’m not suspending my disbelief.
  • The Chosen One: I don’t care if your character was the object of a prophecy or touched by the gods any more. Tell me more about ordinary people who are driven to do extraordinary things not because it was ordained by fate but because, despite the difficulty, it’s necessary. Additionally, I want heroes who are totally uncertain of what they’re doing, who are scared or anxious or have doubts. Just because someone is the Chosen One doesn’t mean that they have to be one hundred percent sure that everything they do is going to come off perfectly.
  • White elves, and dwarves, and halflings, and…: If every character in your story is white, I’m calling you out. There is a tendency for fantasy writers, traditionally, to fall into the “white=good and black=bad” camp. It may be unintentional, but if your heroes are all light-skinned and your villains are dark-skinned, you have a problem. We need heroes of every color.
  • Everyone is heterosexual: Did you think that orientations other than heterosexual were invented in this century? It doesn’t have to be a big thing - it could just be rumors or gossip - but if every character in your story is straight, why? (And more asexuals and aromantics in everything, please.)
  • “Gender-bending” by having characters cross-dress: Look, under some circumstances this can be done really well, but most of the time it’s played for comedy or for a dramatic reveal that the handsome young lad is really - gasp! - a woman! I’d love to see more fantasy characters queering the gender binary, but this isn’t really the best way to do that.
  • Nobles who are actually noble (and okay with it): A lot of time, the nobility is cast as the villain, or at least as people who are shallow, frivolous, and mostly useless. Other times, we get members of the nobility who reject their station and run away from it all. Show me members of the nobility who are upstanding citizens, using their positions of power to be a force for good and to help the people under their protection.
  • Love as a curse-breaker: This is so overdone and old hat that it doesn’t surprise anyone any more. Think of literally anything else to use to break the curse. Have the cursed character be required to swim in a particular river (and then find out the river has dried up) or learn to control their temper or, I don’t know, have them assigned to kill an enemy of the person who cursed them. Just don’t use “true love’s kiss”.
  • Naturally talented heroes: I’m talking to you, guy who couldn’t use a sword last chapter and is now swinging it around like a pro. Please build in time for your characters to learn to use their weapons, even if it’s just in their backstories - or, even better, have them mess up a few times so that you can show them learning from their mistakes.
  • So-called superior races: Elves. I’m talking about elves. For some reason everybody writes elves as snobs. Please do something different. I’m begging here. Show me elves who are humble, who are tolerant, who are open to learning from other races…again, literally anything else.
  • Distressing damsels: Your character can be a well-written female character with a strong personality and still not have all the answers all the time. She can get into trouble and be saved and still be a valid and worthy person. Know why? We all get in trouble sometimes and need help to get out of it! Having your female character never, ever be endangered and absolutely always have the answers is way too far in the other direction from “damsel in distress”.

Yeah, okay. I could keep going, but I won’t, because this post is going on too long already. Fantasy writers, know your tropes - and then please, try to do something different. Tolkein was a great author, but we’ve followed in his footsteps long enough. I’d love to see modern fantasy authors incorporate more diversity and fewer tired old fairy-tale tropes in their work!


anonymous asked:

Oh honey...why the hell did you tell that little teenage alto that she has a beautiful voice? Altos aren't good I'm sorry. You're a soprano too so you should be with me on this one. Altos can't live up to our high notes no matter how many low notes they could hit. Plus they sound like they have a dick in their mouth when they sing high. #sopranosarebest


Pompous children like you are the reason Sopranos like us are stereotyped as divas. You better readjust the pretty little inflated head of yours sweetie because I won’t stand for such ignorant and crude comments.

First of all, I know Sopranos who sound like they “have a dick in their mouth when they sing high notes.” Bad Sopranos are shrieking harpies as best. And Altos? They can sound like the epitome of a clear night sky.
Go back and listen to an alto choir. Or an isolated alto line. Learn to appreciate this.

Also… (I’m so sorry to all the Sopranos this does not apply to) but… At least altos are mostly musically literate. I’m riding on the assumption you’re in high school or middle school, but prior to college, Sopranos aren’t that great at reading music. I would know, I’m surrounded by them.
Altos have more difficult and intricate harmonies, and in that arena usually surpass Sopranos for awhile because we… Always have melody. Until I joined orchestra, I was guilty of not properly reading too.

Also, range for vocalists is totally different than for instrumentalists.

Altos are NOT less than Sopranos, NOT less musical, NOT less beautiful in timbre, NOT less in worth,

So think again before you start slandering people on my blog again.

Please unfollow me. Now. And any other comments you put in my ask will be deleted and ignored.

chimthecappy  asked:

(Invincible Summer AU?) You're not sure how Gamzee convinced you to let him run his fingers through the tender spring leaves of your wings. You never much liked having them touched, and after your run-in with the wild gods... Well. It certainly hadn't improved your feelings on the matter. But the ache of winter is clinging so stubbornly this spring, creaking through your bones with every movement. And you suppose that just this once, it couldn't hurt to let him help.


(invincible summer belongs to splickedylit but I’m gonna do it anyway)

(how about a read more on these, eh?)

The other reason you’re letting him do this is that the sun’s finally coming out.  You want to spend literally every moment you can out in it, even with a little chill still in the air.  Your feet soak up cold dew and your leaves drink in the fresh yellow light cutting through the early-morning mist.  After only a minute outside, your brain is already alive with sunlight, clear in a way you always forget during the early thaw—when you’re awake but still groggy from winter.

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anonymous asked:

♘: Dex/Nursey/Chowder


In reply, Dex snuggled deeper into the blankets- or at least, as deep as he could get into what little he had. Chowder was a huge blanket hog, made all the worse because he was, well, Chowder, and you couldn’t really stay mad at him for long.

“Psst,” Nurse repeated. “Dex, hey.”

Dex screwed his eyes shut tighter, frowning into his pillow, stubbornly clinging to the peace and quiet that had settled over their blanket fort like a blanket all its own.

“PSST,” Nurse said again.

Damn it, Dex thought, before finally turning to face him, propping himself up on an elbow.

“What do you want?”

Nursey opened his mouth, then stopped and let it close again. A long moment passed.

“I forgot,” he admitted.

Dex just looked at him. He let his head fall back and turned his gaze up to the ceiling of the fort, staring at it while questioning his life choices.

“That’s on you, not me. Maybe if you hadn’t taken so long to reply I’d’ve remembered,” Nursey grumbled.

Dex looked at him again and said nothing.

“Don’t look at me like that. You don’t have the right. Me and C are always waiting on you, you shouldn’t be surprised when things like this happen.”

Dex huffed in exasperation and returned to a semi-sitting position.

“What does that even mean?” He asked.

“You know Chowder. He wouldn’t stop talking about all the things he wanted us to do together once you finally got back from summer vacation. Tired himself out with all the excitement and waiting.”

Dex glanced down at the sleeping lump between them. It was true he was usually the last one up between the three of them.

“We’re like those ladies who wander the beach, biding our time until our sailor man returns from the sea,” Nursey continued.

Something small and angry sprang to life inside Dex, lending its teeth to give Dex’s voice a slight edge.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. An apology? You already know I don’t go out there for the fun of it.”

“I was only-damn. You’re right. Just forget it, all right?”

Great. Dex dragged his hands over his face, the frustration melting into exhaustion. He’d just got back to Samwell that day. Things were supposed to be good, he’d wanted them to be good. He’d wanted to leave behind all the rest in the summer where it belonged, though he’d always known that of course, he couldn’t. Still, usually it took a little longer before it all came rushing back. But now-

Dex turned that over in his head, and only then did something Nurse had said strike him as familiar. He laughed, strangely, and Nurse looked at him in concern.

“You paying attention?” He asked.

“You know that I am,” Nursey replied.

Dex lay back down, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

“Good. Because this is never happening again.”

“What’re you-” Nurse began, though he trailed off into stunned silence when Dex started to quietly sing.

“Nursey wears a braided chain

Made of finest silver from the North of Spain

A locket that bears the name

Of a man that Nursey loves

He came on a summer’s day

Bringin’ gifts from far away

But he made it clear he couldn’t stay

No harbor was his home

The sailors say “Nursey,

you’re a fine man.

What a good partner you’d be.

But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea.”“

For a moment, there was nothing but a silence so complete that Dex wondered if Nursey was holding his breath, too.

The moment ended as quickly as it began, with both of them scrabbling up and away in surprise when the lump between them abruptly sat up, continuing the song in a warbling, muffled voice despite the fort falling apart around them.

"Yeah, Nursey used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
He could feel the ocean fall and rise
He saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man.
And Nursey does his best to understand!”

“Jesus, Chowder, give a guy a warning, would you?” Nursey complained.

But Dex could tell he wasn’t just flustered from the shock alone, and as Chowder pulled the blankets over his head and smiled sheepishly at both of them, he felt something warm settle in his chest; the undeniable feeling that he’d come home.

anonymous asked:

hello! I'm so sorry if this is a bother but I'm actually new to this fandom and maybe I'm wrong but... it seems like there is alot of angst fics. could you recommend any mikayuu fics that are just funny and fluffy? thank you!

Hahaha, don’t worry, and you’re not wrong. This fandom loves angst, maybe more than it should.

After Dawn

by seijuurou

In which Mika escapes with Yuu to the outside world.

(I would wait for it to update, though. It does have angst at the end atm, but it’s really fluffy for the most part)

To Be A Family

by lemishie

Glimpses of the daily lives in the Hyakuya family after the apocalypse and taken captive by the vampires.

(Hyakuya family + lots of kids!MikaYuu fluff)

displays of affection

by braexm

To vampires, a kiss on the neck was a gesture of trust.


by oxeh

Due to a spell mishap, 12 year old Yuu and Mika find themselves ten years into the future.

It’s only natural that their older selves end up taking care of them while they’re there.


‘cause we just wanna be whole

by Crazyloststar

Traveling AU

Mika is hitchhiking across the country, and he finds someone very much like him one night.

Keep You Warm At Night

by cloudwatch

“Sometimes I watch you sleep, and in a totally not creepy way!” Yuu blurts out.

Mika and Yuu snuggle on the couch together and talk.

(Do yourself a favor and read)

you are surrounding all my surroundings

by scarlett_starlett

Yuu doesn’t realize he likes him likes him (in that same way Yoichi liked Mitsuba that one summer) until the light catches blonde locks at a certain angle, catches blue eyes and makes them shine in a way that has Yuu’s heart thudding in his chest. It’s only then that Yuu realizes he has an embarrassing crush on student body president Mikaela Hyakuya.

Kimizuki is never going to let him live this down.

(It isn’t pure of fluff but it’s perfect and I don’t recall angst?)

Hidden Palace 

by Nayru Elric

Escaping from the battle and leaving all the others behind was Mikaela’s plan, but now that he finally has Yuichiro all to himself, why is it that something still feels incomplete?

Hold on to this lullaby 

by strikedawn

“Remember when we were kids?” Yuu’s question interrupts Mika’s own. His voice is soft, but Mika can hear a sad smile on it. Yuu leans further back into Mika’s body. “You always used to cling to my back like a monkey.”

“You hated it.” Mika remembers with a smile of his own. “You always complained and would bemoan about me being too heavy.”

“You were.” Yuu’s sad smile is teasing now, and something warm fills his heart. “Both your head and your ass were so big, I always thought I had an elephant over my back instead of a boy.”

(Based of this beautiful official picture)

And We Will Run, We Will 

by cloudwatch

In exchange for resources that are desperately needed for rebuilding now that the war is over, JIDA agrees to send over teams of two across the seas to help other countries in exterminating any remaining vampire cells. Yuu and Mikaela are teamed up and shipped off to America, and with Yuu’s recent realization that he would very much like to make out with his best friend, being alone in a foreign country is the least of his problems. 

A Day of Love and Chocolate

by bloodglitterandalcohol

Shinoa forces the squad to make her a mountain of Valentine’s Day chocolates, leaving Yuichiro with a bunch of chocolates he didn’t even want. But why is his neighbour Mikaela standing outside his apartment? And what is that in his hand? 

New Year’s day

by angelofeternalflame

“So, what will we cook for tonight?” Mika questioned, while serving Yuu a cup of warm strawberry tea. It was the 1st January, the beginning of the upcoming year still packed with a lot of exciting memories waited to be made. Mika wasn’t really that excited about it, since if you know you have an eternal life, why bother. Though Yuu seemed really happy and that made the blonde vampire happy as well.


by mafubot

Prompt: Mika always has his sleeves rolled up, even when it’s cold, to show of the bracelets the kids at the orphanage made for him for his birthday. His favorite is the one Yuu made that says, “Mi and Yuu, Together Forever.” and Yuu’s all “Mika, please, we are in university, I made this when we were children”

Les Mots 

by KittieAupa

A collection of drabbles

(It’s just fluff without plot. Cuddles, kisses, you know. I loved all of them)

Our Love

by mikayuuseraph

(Yuu wakes up to the smell of breakfast and is surprised by the sight of Mika wearing an apron…only. Probably the best valentine’s day gift ever.) 


by mikaisabottom

(Traveling AU)


by twin-seraphs

(Au where everything is the same but Yuu is deaf. Mika and Yuu are kids. Mika wants Yuu to be his friend.)

Through my eyes

by mikayuu-prompts



by natchuki

Prompt: Yuu being clingy to Mika when they go to bed

Road trip

by maylovely

Mika’s first road trip with Yuu and his squad turns out better than expected.

There are many more! These ones are simply my favorites ^-^

anonymous asked:

I'm obsessed with Won't Get to Space. I know you're planning a sequel but if it doesn't give anything away, how do you think andy/Liam's relationship will change post the birthday fiasco? Also do you think Andy's friends will be different too? Lastly: does Liam get a bigger bed? I'm having trouble imagining all 3 of them fitting!

I’m still working on it! Every now and again. :) Have a bit of Andy and Liam in advance. And yes, he will need a king size bed at some point, but right now they sleep tanged up in each other, and it’s a squash, but they like it. 

Snippet: Liam’s told his mum and dad about Louis and Harry. Sequel to Won’t Get To Space.

I told my mum and dad about the 3 of us, Liam texts, on Thursday night. He’s careful with his spelling, for once. It takes him about three goes to get it right, and at least two and a half of those he can put down to his hands shaking.

It’s about thirteen seconds until his phone rings.


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oiks-v  asked:

*slides in to your ask box after stalking your account and reading all of your stories* so... i heard requests were open? can you do a nalu hogwarts au? you don't have to do it, you must be very busy and that's perfectly fine. i just really love your writing (you're one of my writing role models) and you're so nice and here's a hug because hugs are amazing :D

*slides this into your notifications after reading your insanely nice message and how you were super nice and understanding with your request for an AU* much love to you, hon<33 and this AU was super fun to write!! It inspired me to want to write the next chapter of Balam Academy(:<

also to go along with this AU I used inspiration from this text post that I saw going around!!

so, without further ado, here’s a quick little hogwarts!au for nalu<33

Lucy didn’t quite understand the appeal behind a House swap, especially halfway into her fifth year. She had better things to do than watch over hot-headed Gryffindors for an entire month, but Flitwick had frowned at her when she said as much after the announcement one night at dinner.

Four students, one from each house, was (unfortunately) selected randomly to “experience new things and understand ones fellow students” by being placed in one of the other three houses.

Needless to say, Lucy Heartfilia was less than thrilled when she was handed the maroon and gold striped scarf the following evening.

“But what about my O.W.L.S? They’re coming up soon!” she exclaimed, resisting the urge to cringe at the House colors. Blue and silver was by far more pleasing to the eye; she didn’t want to give it up so easily.

“Miss Heartfilia, the exchange will only last for a month,” Professor McGonagall said breezily, her hands locked in front of her waist as she stood poised in front of the girl. “I’m sure a bright young witch such as yourself can keep up with her studies, even in a new surrounding.”

“But-but…” she winced, wringing her hands and no doubt wrinkling her new tie. “He’s in there.”

The professor pursed her lips at the mention of the boy. “I assure you,” she said in a flat tone. “I am only too aware of which House he belongs to. Now gather your things. Gryffindor House is expecting you.”

The Fat Lady was teasing her.

“Come on now, Miss Ravenclaw,” the painted woman crowed. “From what I was told, you’re nearly the top of your class! Where’s that infamous wit I’ve heard all about?” She laughed a deep, belly laugh. “Or was Knocker simply pulling my leg?”

Lucy was close to pulling her ponytail out in frustration. Getting into the Ravenclaw common room required the answer to a riddle, one that was normally fairly easy to figure out if one only took the time to think about it. But to know a password that changed so often? How was she to know some stupid, most likely made up word?

“I don’t know! Please just let me in…” the blonde sunk to her knees, exhausted and just wanting to get the first night in a new room over with.

“I would have figured a bright Ravenclaw would find this easy,” came a voice from behind her, causing the girl to grit her teeth hard enough to hurt her jaw.

Not. Him.

“Natsu Dragneel,” the Fat Lady chastised. “I’ve tried so hard to make this difficult for our new guest, so don’t you go ruining my fun. Oh, now, don’t look at me like that, dear,” she told Lucy’s distraught expression. The woman’s eyes looked kind, at the very least. “I’ve just always wanted the satisfaction of stumping a Ravenclaw, is all.”

“Oi now, Fat Lady, what’d the poor Raven ever do to you?”

They were both teasing her, Lucy realized. The very sight of Natsu Dragneel was enough to make the girl want to run in the opposite direction, but to have him make fun of her in front of her face?

She’d sooner spend a night with Mira in the Shrieking Shack.

“Get outta here, Dragneel,” she sneered, not realizing how not-threatening she looked considering she was still kneeling on the ground in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait. “I can figure this out on my own.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the boy putting up his hands in mock defense.

Always teasing her.

“Whatever you say, Lucy. I was gonna offer my assistance, but I suppose Happy can go another hour or so without his dinner.” As he passed by, one hand in his pocket, he flicked her ponytail. “See ya around, roomie.”

The boy flashed her a big ‘ol grin as he bid her goodbye, one that might as well have been a big fuck you as a parting gift.

But, as much as that grin enraged the blonde, he was actually leaving… and she was nowhere near close to figuring out the password.

“Wait!” she called out, resisting the urge to kick herself. The last thing she wanted was his help, or rather, giving him the satisfaction of needing his help.

But she’d already been standing in front of the portrait for a solid half hour and Lucy needed inside. She had to get settled in so she could begin working on her History of Magic essay due in the morning before she could even think of working on her novel.

Natsu halted at her plea, turning to look at her over his shoulder. His robes were dark in the dimly lit corridor, and the torches lined on the cobblestone walls only illuminated the green of his eyes and made them stand out all the more.

For one short second that lasted an eternity in Lucy’s mind, their eyes locked… and he heard her.

No more teasing.

“Fairy Lights,” he said softly, but loud enough for the Fat Lady to hear.

“Very good, Mister Dragneel,” the painted woman praised with a hint of pride in her voice. She swung her portrait out in a wide arc for the girl and her trunk of belongings, much to Lucy’s delight.

She hated having to owe Natsu anything, especially after what happened in Potions class their first year. But, she had to admit that in this moment, he kind of saved her ass.

“Thanks Natsu-” she said, turning back to look at the boy’s no doubt smug appearance, but he was already gone.

“Where’d he go?” Lucy mused softly, a small divot forming between her brows.

“Moves around these halls slick as a snake, that one,” the Fat Lady answered, watching the shadows as if waiting for a sign of the boy to emerge. “Half the time he sneaks up on me, even when I’ve been paying attention! Don’t now how he does it.”

“Huh,” was the only answer the blonde supplied, her eyes following the pathway of torches. 

A month in Gryffindor might have just got interesting.

Jackson and Bambam have pointed out something VERY important on V App, around a week ago.

“Are you watching us? Say hi to the Phillipenes, say hi to here and there. Nobody cares what we are doing.” - Jackson

“Where’s Mark? Where’s Jackson?” - Bambam

This is basically them pointing it out in front of us fans on broadcast, saying that we basically can’t give two shits about what they are doing, and instead, giving a shit about them saying hi to here and there. And this is them pointing out that whenever our biases aren’t around, we ask for them even though another member is broadcasting live.

They have noticed some people’s behaviours, our behaviours whenever we’re watching them. Always telling them to say “hi” instead of paying attention to what they are doing, always having some disrespectful fans asking for other members. I mean, some members have already mentioned this. Jinyoung had told us once to please not ask for other members when he’ s around on broadcast. I don’t know about other bands but I’m one hundred and ten percent sure that they all had gone through this at least once as well - people constantly telling them to say hi to their country, people constantly asking for other members - and not paying attention to what the member who’s in front of the screen is doing right at that moment. It’s really disrespectful. 

I understand that we want our idols to notice us, and to say hi to us and all, and I understand that it’s a freaking great feeling when they do notice us! Trust me, I’d like for that to happen to but what I don’t do is ask for the members to say something to me or my country or something constantly. I ask them how they are doing (even though they may not read it) and I comment relevant stuff most of the times. I show that I’m paying attention to what they are doing, but some people aren’t and it’s showing. I’m sure some of us don’t even ask for them to say this, do this, say that, do that, and all that load of bullshit and pay attention to them 100% of the time, so kudos to you, but unfortunately, there are fans out there who do such a thing.

Jackson pointed it out very clear, and he was making a joke out of it, but I’m pretty sure he’s at the slightest bit annoyed or he wouldn’t be pointing that out. 

Sometimes we fangirl a bit too much and our repeat comments, and that’s absolutely fine, but if you constantly repeat yourself and make them repeat themselves, like saying “Oh, say hi to China!” and “Say hi to *inserts country name*”, and “Do aegyo!”, they are bound to get annoyed. I mean, how would you like it if someone told you to repeat yourself every single broadcast? I wouldn’t be too happy about that, to be honest with you all.

They don’t show it and be rude about it because they have an image to keep and they can’t tell you to back off - but they are probably thinking it. 

Also, what Bambam said as an example - That’s so damn accurate and I’m pretty sure we all can say - he’s speaking on other idols behalf as well. Some people just can’t stop asking for other members when the member they may not like is on screen. Okay, hold up there. If your favourite member isn’t on screen, don’t ask for them. Please. It’s rude. That member may be busy, and the member who’s broadcasting live for all the fans aren’t here to see you asking where the other members are. They are spending their time to do this, and all you do is ask for other people. That shows how disrespectful fans can be at times, and we take the members for granted.

How would you like it if you were talking to someone and then they suddenly ask “Where’s *insert someone’s name*?” Surely you’d be quite put off with someone asking that, because it’s just not the nicest thing to ask, really. It’s like you only care about that certain member and the rest are just meh, who gives a shit about them.

They spend all this effort and time on perfecting everything and on making us fans happy and all you give in return is “Where’s this particular member?” 

I know some of you may find me as annoying for posting this, and it isn’t that much of a big deal - It may not be if you don’t do it repetitively. It may not be if you’re not only asking for another member just because your favourite is not on the screen at the given moment. But it becomes kind of annoying when things like these become repetitive - even Jackson and Bambam are pointing this out so there’s no denying that it has started becoming a bit of a problem. 

I know the majority of us fans don’t do this, but to the ones who do - I’m giving you a nudge. The members probably aren’t top happy about it, and Jackson and Bambam have expressed it in the most playful way possible. So please, pay attention to the member on the screen next time when you’re watching them on a live show or something where they can read the comments, don’t ask for someone else because it just makes it seem like you don’t give a shit about the member who’s actually on screen for all of you to watch. You can ask for them to say hi to here, hi to there, once or twice, but just don’t repeat it constantly even after they’ve already said it before - once is enough. Pay attention to what’s really going on. That way, you would maybe find what they are doing even more enjoyable because you’re not constantly just pestering them to say this and that and do this and that. And, enjoy the content that you’re given to watch. Always remember this. 

This has become a dreadfully long post, but I just needed to express how I feel about this, and how it really should stop - because some idols may think of us as disrespectful and rude if we keep on doing this. 

Thank you.