Some of the paladins being like really testy about being stuck in the one outfit they left in, because “these are like, my least favorite socks!” (Lance) but some of them being fine with it, like Pidge (“I always wear this shirt anyway. It’s my ‘sneaking’ shirt.”)
Mass Effect Andromeda companions reactions to the Pathfinder having a meltdown after everything they’ve been through.
Shit, he knew this was coming. After everything they had been through?
He’s surprised that it hasn’t happened sooner. He sits with them, their
backs propped up against the wall, beers in hand as he just listens to
them talk and cry. He puts a hand on their shoulder, offering support
and telling them how he admires how far they have come. If romanced:
He scoots over and scoops them almost into his lap, squeezing them
closely as their chest heaves in sobs, and he rubs their back as he
starts telling stories of his past to try and get their mind off of
Cora: She makes sure to get them somewhere calm and
quiet, and gets them to sit down and rest. Her commando training kicks
in and she uses this to get them to breath in, and out. In and out. She
recites Sarissa’s manuals calmly and softly until the Pathfinder calms
down at least a little, and Cora tells them how proud she is of how they
are doing at this job, especially with not having any training
whatsoever. Their father picked them for a reason; they can do this. If romanced:
she wraps her arms around their chest, hugging them gently. After they
calm down a bit, she takes their hand and drags them to her room on the
Tempest and has them help her water the plants. It’s not much, but it’s
at least relaxing.
Vetra: Oh, no. She’s seen this before.
She remembered when Sid had a breakdown after losing mom and dad left.
After doing a lot of hunting and digging, she manages to find a package
of the Pathfinders favorite cookies and brings them to a nice spot on
Kadara, overlooking the scenery. They sit and talk about anything and
everything; their lives before the Initiative, their parents, their
plans and dreams. If Romanced: Vetra spends all evening making
their favorite meal (somewhat butchering it, but the Pathfinder still
loves it) and they sit down and watch a movie together. A sappy,
romantic thing that lets the Pathfinder let out their emotions and be
able to blame it on the movie, all while Vetra hugs them to her side.
Uh oh…it’s finally happening, huh? She sometimes forgets everything
Ryder has been through. But she’s not really good at the whole…weepy,
supportive thing. She knows what helps her, though! So she drags the
Pathfinder to her escape pod and they create a zero gravity environment
and just float, letting all their pain and worries drift away. If Romanced:
After they spend a lot of time just floating, she takes the Pathfinder
to their quarters and they enjoy some…stress relief together, after
which they just lay together, silently holding and supporting each
other, no words needed.
Drack: Oh, jeez. He knew this was
coming. He can’t blame the kid; they’ve been through a lot. He thumps
them on the shoulder and drags them out to Kadara, where he has set up a
shooting range with various targets, many of which are canisters that
explode. While they are both shooting, he gives them a talking to about
how tough life can be, but he knows how tough they are (for a human) and
that they’ll get through it. After a lot of ammo and a lot of
explosions, they share a lot of drinks together at Kralla’s Song.
Poor Ryder! He cannot believe how they have been holding this in for so
long; it’s a surprise they haven’t fallen apart even sooner. He drags
them to their quarters and makes them sit down and talk it all out; he
refuses to leave until they have gotten everything of their chest. He
feels so sorry for all they have been through that even he shares some
tears with them, and they spend hours together just talking and letting
everything out. If Romanced: He holds them in his arms, stroking
their soft hair as they shake and sob. When they finally cry themselves
out, they are stretched out on the Pathfinder’s bed, Jaal stroking their
cheek and looking lovingly into their eyes. He asks them about
everything; their live before they game to Andromeda, their family,
their childhood. It’s a long night, but by the end of it they both feel
so much better.
Kallo: He isn’t surprised; they’ve been
through so much. He isn’t sure how to make them feel better, but
eventually gets an idea! He finds a large area of open space and has
them come over so that they can fly the Tempest around themselves. He
stands behind them, a hand on their shoulder as he instructs them what
they have to do. By the end of it, the Pathfinder has a huge grin on
their face, and they give Kallo a huge hug (that is returned a little
Suvi: Oh, she feels so bad for them. She meets
them in their quarters and makes them a nice cup of her favorite tea
(some of the last she has) and she makes them sit and drink it to calm
down a bit. She doesn’t know quite what to do, so she launches off on
all of the things they have learned about the life in Andromeda. Plants,
creatures, even the rocks, she explains everything until the Pathfinder
calms down, smiling into their cup of tea. If Romanced: She
holds them on the couch, sipping their tea and she reads to them out of
the book she is currently reading. Ryder just loves to listen to her
voice, and eventually they drift off, tucked against Suvi’s shoulder as
she continues reading out loud, stroking their back.
shit. Had to come eventually. Well, the only thing that can solve this
is alcohol and a lot of cards. He takes them out on the town, and they
spend the evening playing cards against each other, dancing, and just
enjoying themselves to get their minds off of everything. If Romanced:
After they enjoy their night out on the town, they go back on the
Tempest and Gil takes through the rounds of what he does to take care of
the ship, and Ryder sits happily (and somewhat intoxicated) watching
him as he waves his arms around, happily describing everything.
Eventually they end up in each other’s arms, dancing to music that only
they can hear.
Reyes: When they
stumble into his room, he can immediately tell something is wrong. When
they collapse on the couch next to him, head in their hands, he leans
forward and orders some of their best whiskey, and they share a few
drinks as the Pathfinder just talks about everything that has gone wrong
so far. Reyes listens quietly, putting a hand on their shoulder in
silent support; he knows how hard life can be out here. If Romanced:
He wraps them in his arms and stands them up, softly dancing to music
(a lot slower than the music that is playing), swaying side to side.
After Ryder cries themselves out, they fall asleep with their head in
Reyes’ lap on the couch, and he sends a message to make sure no one
disturbs them for the next hour or so as he lets them rest, running his
hand through their hair.
Avela: She feels so bad for the
Pathfinder, and here she is asking even more of them. They’ve been
through so much, it hardly seems fair. The next time Ryder visits, she
takes them on a small tour through the museum, talking softly about all
the pieces they have gathered. If Romanced: She takes Ryder on a
tour through Aya, taking them to her favorite spots, letting them see
all the grace and beauty of their city. They find a nice spot by a
waterfall and Avela surprised them with fresh fruit, which they share
together as they listen to the sound of the water. Ryder talks to Avela
about everything, what they’ve been through, their stress, all they’ve
lost. Avela wraps them in a hug and they sit there, silently enjoying
their time together.
okay, once you got ur opentoonz downloaded, you’re looking at this screen.
and you’re thinking to yourself, what is this fresh hell, how do i draw, what’s going on
ya gotta do one thing first my bro. go to ‘window’ and click on ‘toolbar’, then just drag that friendly little line of symbols to the side where it can latch on like a baby to its momma’s breast. that’s where u get ur brush tool. there is not a keyboard shortcut for this, which is odd, but OH WELL.
EDIT: you can configure your own shortcuts by going to File! they don’t work fo me half the time, but it is possible.
also, stretch your window out so it has room to breathe. you may be noticing at this point that the windows in this program have a tendency to follow your cursor around like lost baby ducklings. haven’t figured out how to keep this from happening yet.
next, in order to enable onionskin, click on the paintbucket tool, go to the canvas, and right click. in the menu that opens, there will be an option to enable onionskin! this is absolutely ridiculous and i don’t know why they did it like this but at least it’s there.
take ur brush tool, and make a stroke. try it again. and again. click on the brush button again, and try. reselect the frame you’re on and try. change to a different tab and give that a whirl. it’s gonna take a few tries, and probably a few program crashes.
EDIT: if your program is having trouble registering strokes like mine was, you need to slow down. let your cursor hang out for a moment where you’re gonna lay ur stroke, really let it relax and get to know the scenery, and then start your stroke nice and smooth.
and also you might accidentally delete some of your windows and can’t put them back the way they were supposed to work. if you delete your canvas area, you can get it back by opening the ‘viewer’ window and placing it where your old canvas went.
yyyeah i fucked up a little bit.
….. i fucked up a lot, but i think i’ve found my preferred workspace!! to the left, i have my toolbar, on the top, i have my tool settings, and on the bottom, i have my xsheet. now if i could just get those play buttons to stay on the screen…
let’s take a look at that xsheet!! from side to side, we have your layers, which i’m not bothering with right now, and up and down, we have your frames! wow, you might not ever think to yourself. this is an efficient and space-saving way to show frames. anyway.
get urself a shitty bouncing ball going, with a lot of pain and frustration. one drawing per frame. that one frame that is rlly bright yellow? i accidentally added a memo and can’t figure out how to remove it. not important.
check out how your animation works in the comboviewer window after you’ve disabled onionskin using the paintbucket. (you can use the plain viewer window, but it usually fucks up how many frames get shown.) (also, there are some little triangle brackets to the left of the frames, and if they don’t encompass all the frames you wanna show, they might not show up.)
okay, looking pretty good! let’s render it! save your scene, go to the batches tab, and click the +add render button. navigate to sandbox > scenes, and click on ur saved project.
then, you gotta hit the little racecar start flag button up there. your computer will probably ask if toonz has permission to allow incoming connections - hit okay.
if ur project’s icon turns green, it worked. if it turns red, it didn’t. i don’t know what happens after a project has been successfully rendered cause mine isn’t working. i will get back to yall when i figure out why.
It was coming up on two weeks since Cameron left to report for duty. The time went by fast but that was because i kept myself busy scheduling clients back to back. Cam and i FaceTimed almost every night usually until he or i would fall asleep. Some nights we had a little fun (😉) but most nights we just stayed up talking. He was so funny and had me crackin up about stories from his day. But as much as i enjoyed our FaceTime calls, i was ready for him to come back home because i was missing our sessions more than anything. He told me he was coming back from base on Memorial day and i was lit because i knew i was getting some (much needed) dick that same night. The only plans i made for memorial day was a dinner at my parent’s house that evening with my half-brother and his family, but that night i had no other plans than to have my legs wrapped around Cam.
Growing up as a military brat, my family always took federal holidays pertaining to the service very seriously. Memorial day was like our Pre-Fourth-of-July and normally on holidays, my brother would drop in to celebrate. Jeremy (half-brother) and I were never really close growing up though, reason being was that he was a product of my dad’s first marriage. His Ex-wife was jealous of my parent’s relationship so in spite of his happiness, she kept his son from him. When Jeremy was old enough, he started coming around on his own, learning that the lies his mother told him about his dad and “his new family” weren’t true. Since then, Jeremy always made an effort to come around at least on the holidays.
I had spent majority of the afternoon at my parent’s house helping with dinner prep and talking with my mom and Summer (Sister-in-law) and playing with Liliana (niece) while my dad and Jeremy marinated then grilled the steaks.
When the food had finished cooking, everyone gathered to make their plates and headed out to the patio to enjoy the scenery and a nice meal. I had noticed my mom making an extra plate and setting out another placement at the table but i didn’t think much of it because I had my hands full with my busy-body niece who had finally fell asleep in my arms after playing all afternoon. By the time we all sat down at the table, Dad’s guest came walking through the house. i couldn’t make out the face, but the figure looked familiar. It wasn’t until he walked through the patio doors that i realized it was Cam.
Surprised, I almost asked “what are you doing here?” but i caught myself because i didn’t want to be obvious that Cam and i have been talking since we met. But damn, i wish he would’ve given me a heads up that he was coming.
He walked towards his seat lookin all good and flashing that sexy ass smile of his. He greeted my parents first then stuck out his hand as he introduced himself to my brother and his wife. When it came to me, he greeted me subtly, acting like he couldn’t remember my name. I went along with it though. He knew how i felt about involving my parents in my business. They always over-analyzed everything and if i would have acted like i knew Cam like i know him, they would have internalized the relationship to make it seem like it was more than what it was and i didn’t want to go through all that with them. The twenty one questions, the “what are your intentions with my daughter?” type shit. And I know they do it because they care, but i just wasn’t ready for that yet. I barely knew anything about Cameron other than the fact that he could lay pipe and i wasn’t ready for an interrogation from my mom and dad about him.
“Cameron, Thank you for joining us! We’re delighted to have you here.” My mom said as Cam took his seat.
“Oh no, thank you for having me Mrs. Dianne. Everything looks delicious, wow.”
“So Cameron, how are you liking your new position as a PO?” My dad asked taking a bite.
“I like it a lot. I’m definitely a lot busier when i get to base but it helps the time go by faster. The new schedule is nice too, two weeks on, two weeks off. It’s like having a vacation every month. And having a private living quarter is nice too. No more bunking with three other guys.” he replied taking a sip of his wine.
The whole while he and my dad were talking, i couldn’t help but look at him. i tried to be modest but he was so cute the way he interacted with my family. He was fitting right in, making us laugh, talking sports with my dad and Jeremy and even offered some advice to my mom about home repairs. I couldn’t take it, he was making me wet. I wanted to jump across the table and fuck him in his seat. I already knew he had me dickmatized, but now i was starting to become attracted to his personality too. I guess all the late night calls and cupcakin was starting to take an affect on me.
I guess my staring wasn’t as discrete as i hoped it was because when i looked up, Jeremy was looking dead at me smiling.
“Y’all fuckin?” he mouthed to me across the table.
“Shut up!” i mouthed back as my eyes got big and started smiling.
I looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to me and Jeremy’s silent conversation but everyone else was swooning over Cam too. I looked back at Jeremy who was silently laughing to himself and shaking his head.
Damn. Was i being that obvious that even my older brother, who i never see, was able to tell? Shit. This is the first time that i’m seeing Cam like this. Actual boyfriend material and not just someone i’m fuckin.
I was beginning to become infatuated with Cameron.
And for the first time in months, I actually hadn’t thought about Stefon.
After dinner was over Summer and I helped my mom clean up everything. I cleared the table while Summer and my mom packed up the extra food. Jeremy, Cam and my dad were inside the house still talking about sports and future football drafts. But i guess Cam somehow managed to sneak away from the conversation and make his way out to the patio where i was.
While i was outside grabbing the dirty dishes from the table, i felt a presence behind me and someone touch my arm. But i knew who it was so i didn’t have to look back. Cam hugged me tight and kissed my head.
“You look amazing.” he said still holding me tightly.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” i asked
“I wanted to surprise you. Did i?”
“Ummm, definitely, but it was a nice surprise. I’m glad you came though cuz I missed you.”
“Well how about after we finish here, we go to my place and you can show me how much you missed me?”
“Sounds good.” I said laughing as he and I finished picking up the rest of the dishes.
Im glad Kala FINALLY getting her mind right!
Also Shout out to the CC creators! thanks yall for all the new CC yall been dropping. i’m loving it! everything is poppin!! ❤️❤️❤️
Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.
A month had passed after finishing the demo track for BTS. During that month, you and the boys had started to record some vocals for the song after they came up with some rough draft lyrics together. You and P-Dogg wanted to get a lot of things done before the “retreatment” at the end of the month. A couple weeks prior to recording, Bang Si Hyuk held a meeting about a trip to his lake house near Busan to work on everyone’s “teamwork”, which was now today. Although recording vocals weren’t close to complete, everyone had worked hard enough to feel content since you guys would be leaving for three days and two nights.
Due to the fact that the plane wouldn’t hold some of the items, some of the staffs had to drive down to Busan, including you. You originally planned to fly there, but had volunteered after Rin persuaded you to suffer with him. You hesitated at first because being in a car for too long made you sick, but Rin promised you he would make it fun.
Arriving at BigHit earlier than usual, about four in the morning, you had felt an urge to just buy a plane ticket since it was a little too early for your liking. Nonetheless, you still continued to make your way to the back of the building, you saw Rin and some other staffs loading the items into the five large vans. You waved your hand towards Rin and forced a smile.
“Good morning, Rin.” You yawned.
He waved back and grinned.
“Morning, Y/N. Well you don’t look tired at all!” He sarcastically said, letting out a soft chuckle afterwards.
“Yeah, it’s pretty early, but I guess I’m excited about this trip.”
“That’s good to hear. Glad to know you’re excited to be in the car with me for 4 hours.”
“It’s not like I had a choice though.” You laughed.
“What can I say? I’m convincing.” He chuckled while shrugging his shoulders.
After a couple of minutes, all the items were now done being packed. It mostly consisted of studio equipments, since some of the other producers still had to work on some pieces before a deadline, which Bang PD allowed, but no one else was able to have access to it. You and Rin got into the car along with the producer Ki-Woong, who you’ve met before. He unfortunately had to carpool with you both since the other cars no longer had room for him.
“Don’t you want to sit in the back with me, cutie?” Ki-Woong chuckled.
Rin looked at him and rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure she doesn’t want to smell your heavy scent.” Rin groaned.
“It’s the smell of a man.” He laughed.
“I don’t remember men smelling like pigs.”
Although Rin had barely muffled the last part it was enough for you to hear, causing you to giggle. Since the first time you met Ki-Woong, Rin had already warned you about his reputation of being an asshole. Which you could agree to a certain extent because you barely knew him, but even so it was no denying he made you feel awkward and uncomfortable.
After settling in the car and getting cups of coffee from the gas station nearby, you guys were ready to head out to Busan.
“Ready for a long drive? It’s about ⅘ hours to Busan, including stops.” Rin asked.
“Yeah, at least I’ll get to see Korea’s beautiful scenery along the way.” You answered.
“True. You haven’t gotten to explore the rest of Korea yet, you’ll have plenty of photos by the end of this drive.”
It was four-thirty when you guys had left. You were immediately amazed by the scenery, and you guys weren’t even out of Seoul yet. Everything was nice and looked unrealistic, as though you were looking through a computer. The sun was still rising, so it gave off a beautiful peachy/rose gradient color across the sky. You began snapping pictures on your camera, and sometimes even snapping random pictures of Rin to tease him. There were times when you would fall asleep, but remembered you had to keep Rin awake, so you would shake your head and pat your cheeks. Rin laughed every time you did so and told you to just sleep, but you refused and promised him you would stay awake. To avoid falling asleep you began to ask him questions and got to know a little about him.
“So why did you become a producer, Rin?”
“I felt that music can change someone’s life. That maybe if someone heard my songs, they would change their lives into something better, something happier. What about you?”
“Music is a universal language. I want to connect people together, despite their ethnicity or race, with music. So I guess you can say, it’s similar to yours.” You giggled.
“So deep at such a young age. You sound just like the young Yoongi I met years ago. It’s a shame you both aren’t friends.”
“Yoongi? That’s the second time someone’s compared me to him.” You chuckled.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, you guys have such similar thoughts and dreams, it’s just absurd that you guys aren’t close.” He quickly replied.
“No it’s not anything bad, really. I too am curious why he’s so distant.”
His words lingered in your thoughts as you tried answer your own question. Why was he so distant? Though there were times when you wondered if it was all just a front.
2 weeks ago
“Yoongi?…Are you ready to record?” You asked him.
You were nervous and a little hesitant to talk to him. Ever since you arrived in Korea, you both never really had a real conversation, and even if you both did, it was no more than a simple yes or no question. You decided to ask him to record since you both were alone in the studio and weren’t doing anything anyways. He looked up from him phone and stared at you with an emotionless expression.
“Did you say something?” He replied.
You repeated yourself and he nodded his head. Standing up from his seat, he made his way inside the sound booth and licked his lips before placing the headphone on his ears.
“You ready?” You asked him through the mic.
“Yeah.” He said monotonously.
Pressing the play button to his part of the song, he began to rap. His husky voice echoed into your ears. As you watched him, you can feel the passion he put into his lyrics, he was doing more than rapping he was telling a story. His words falling effortlessly from his lips, leaving you stunned. Having worked with many artists before, many of them lacked emotions which equaled a lack of connection to their audience. Artists like that, unfortunately, don’t get very far. But sitting behind the sound booth, listening to him was almost mesmerizing. You didn’t even even realize he had ended until he cleared his throat and spoke.
“Is that it?”
You blinked a few times before answering to him, still trying to process his recording. You ran your fingers through your hair and smiled.
“Uh-yeah. Yeah, that was good. T-that was..um..really good.” You stuttered.
“I’m guessing it was, since you seem speechless.” He chuckled.
You stared at him with bulging eyes, as though you were frozen. He noticed your gaze and furrowed his eyebrows together.
“It’s just…I never heard you laugh or chuckle.”
“Well, of course I do. I’m not a robot.”
You couldn’t help but giggle in response. Looking at the Yoongi in the studio, he suddenly didn’t seem as cold as when you had first met him. There was a moment of silence between you two, it wasn’t awkward though. You both were genuinely just taking in each others presence, until Yoongi cleared his throat and walked back to the sofa behind you, continuing to work.
After what felt like hundreds of hours, it was now eight in the morning, just a couple of more minutes until you guys were at the lake house. But once you and the others had arrived there, you had to help out set and prepare the place for those who were arriving later, which you weren’t overly ecstatic about due to how tired you were. Shortly after, reaching the lake house you and Rin began to help unpack until you heard Ki-Woong’s voice echo throughout the quiet area.
“FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” He yelled.
Rin and you both turned your heads to look at him. His face had grown into a frown and his whole face began to turn red. Everyone’s eyes were now fixed on him.
“What happened?” Rin asked him.
“Fucking BTS boys are going to miss their flight because they had a sudden schedule change until 12.”
“Shit, what are we going to do?” Rin sighed.
“They want one of us to drive back to Seoul and get the boys, but fuck that! I ain’t going back.” Ki-Woong groaned.
There was a long, awkward and silence. No one was willing to volunteer to go back. You didn’t blame them it was another four hours to drive back.
“Can’t you guys just buy another ticket or wait for another flight?” Rin finally spoke out.
“Like we’re going to waste another $7000 for first class seats to fly for 30 minutes. Someone better volunteer or else I’ll choose.” Ki-Woong groaned loudly.
You heard Rin sigh before he looked at you. The corners of his mouth began to curve into a smile. It was the same devious smile he gave you when he forced you to drive with him to Busan.
“I’ll go back and get them then. YN, do you mind going with me? I’m afraid I might fall asleep.” Rin begged you with his puppy eyes.
You pressed your lips and let out a deep breath. As tired as you were, you couldn’t imagine how tired Rin was, so you simply nodded your head and smiled.
“Of course, I don’t mind at all.”
“Thank you.” He said, you could see his eyes gleam with joy, although he probably knew you would agree to go with him already.
You and Rin quickly helped finish unloading the items and then rushed back into the car to drive to Seoul. It seemed like it was a shorter ride back than to Busan, maybe because the car seemed more relaxed and calm without Ki-Woong to chime in your conversations with Rin.
“He’s annoying, huh?” Rin groaned.
“Who? Ki-Woong?” You asked.
“Who else is the annoying pig in the back? Everyone dislikes him so much, I still wonder why Bang PD keeps him around. How dare he try to order everyone around.”
You laughed at Rin’s frustration towards him. Again, you had barely known Ki-Woong, yet you somehow understood what Rin felt after the car ride.
Halfway back to Seoul, you and Rin had multiple conversations in the car again. You had thought you knew about him, but there was so much to know about him. Like, he’s the youngest in his family, and he hates live chickens. It was a nice conversation, it had felt like you were talking to a brother.
“So what do you guys do at the lake house anyways? The BTS guys seemed pretty excited.” You asked him.
“Honestly, the whole trip is just a big excuse for Bang PD to get drunk with his employees. For the whole three days and two nights, we constantly karaoke and drink, repeat.”
“Really? So we’re spending three days to just drink?” You laughed at the absurdity.
“I mean of course, we do some other things but basically we just get drunk, that’s why only those of age get to go.”
Rin and you had finally arrived back in Seoul after a total of 8 hours of driving. It was now 12 in the morning by time you arrived near the company. As you got closer to the BigHit building, you noticed the eight figures standing outside the parking garage. Rin stopped in the front and got out of the car making his way towards them, smacking Jin on his shoulder once he got close enough. You got out of the car as well and followed him.
“Ya! You guys are so troublesome, you know that?!” Rin yelled.
“Sorry Rin! We really didn’t mean to!” Jin laughed loudly.
“Oh! Y/N you came too?!” Jimin smiled and waved towards you.
“Yeah, I didn’t want Rin to fall asleep in the car.” You answered him.
You stretched your arms and legs, regaining feelings into your body. You didn’t notice how stiff and uncomfortable your joints were after sitting in the car for so long.
“Sorry, we made you both drive for so long, you’re both probably tired, right?” Namjoon sighed.
“No, it’s okay. It’s not like it was on purpose.” You replied whilst shaking your hand.
“So we’re going to be in the same car as you, Y/N?” Taehyung asked.
“No Taehyung, she’s going to walk there.” Rin sarcastically answered with a straight face, “Of course she’s going to be in the same car, dummy.”
“That’s good, you could sit in the back with us!” Jimin exclaimed.
“Oh, sure that’s fine with me. Sejin could sit in the front with Rin.” You smiled.
Everyone made their way inside the van, you sat in between Yoongi and Jimin; Yoongi on your right, Jimin on your left, and Taehyung on Jimin’s left. The four of you sat in the back due to being the smallests of the group. The four others sat in the front where it had the most space. Although it was a little cramped in the back, it was still comfortable enough.
“Are you comfortable, Y/N?” Jimin asked you.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. Are you?”
“I’m good, let me know if you feel uncomfortable. If you want to sleep you can use my shoulder.” Jimin smiled while patting it.
You nodded and rested you back onto the seat. You slightly turned your head and noticed Yoongi looking out the window. He had his earphones on and hadn’t spoken a word since you and Rin arrived. Maybe it was because you were a little harsh on him during recordings a couple days ago.
“Again, Yoongi.” You stated into the mic.
Yoongi turned his head towards you. You didn’t need to look at him to see his frown through the tinted black window that blocked the recording room and the studio. It wasn’t that you were picking on him, he genuinely needed to work on his breathing a little better, and if it wasn’t his breathing, you couldn’t make out the words he was saying when he rapped. This went on for a couple of times until lunch, when P-Dogg stopped for a break.
“You’re a little harsh on him, huh?” P-Dogg laughed.
“I’m not trying to be. I know he could do better, I’ve been listening to their music and trying to understand their techniques and styles, and hearing him I know he could do better than that.” You answered.
“It’s true. I was only kidding, but Yoongi seems to not like it very much. That’s how he is though, he’s a perfectionist, yet he himself is not perfect.”
Not knowing why, you continued looking at him. You couldn’t help but notice the sun shining down onto his fair skin, giving it a soft glow. He had his eyes closed and arms folded. You suddenly remembered your conversation with Rin, wondering why he didn’t like you. It hadn’t really bothered you, but after thinking about it, all the other members had gotten along with you, except him. You didn’t mind at all, but with the amount of time you had working together, you would have thought he would grow warmer.
He suddenly opened his eyes and caught you staring at him. You both didn’t look away for what seemed like hours, eyes locked in place. You could’ve sworn you saw one of the corners of his lip curl into a grin. But you didn’t have time to confirm it, because you quickly turned away. You could feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment, cursing yourself in your head. You didn’t really know why you were staring at him for so long. Letting go of the breath you didn’t know you held. You could feel your heartbeat increase just thinking about what had happened. You had to admit it, he did have the prettiest eyes, his eyes gave a soft and calming feel, which made him seem less cold and kind of cute–wait. You shook your head, forgetting and erasing what you had just thought to yourself. Slowly turning your head back to face the front, you too noticed Yoongi back in the same position as before; eyes closed, head now leaning against the window. Maybe he also didn’t think much about it. It was nothing anyways, you hoped.
Songs I listened to while writing: Wine By Suran, Tomorrow by BTS, Wanna Love you by Paul Kim, 4 O’Clock by RM&V, Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars, Rain by BTS, I Wait by Day 6.
Hoped you guys like part 7! Sorry to keep y’all waiting! If you liked it feel free to send me a comment or even if you have problem or need clarification please lmk! Thanks for reading!
I’ve written some NSFW here and some pregnancy stuff here but not a lot so I can try for some more
•Okay Gaara is kind of funny. As soon as he learns his s/o is pregnant, he expects that baby bump to just pop up out of nowhere. The first few months it’s difficult to really think of his s/o as pregnant because the bump?? Where is it?? Even when their stomach gets a little swollen, Gaara runs his palm over the skin sometimes and is just amazed that something is growing inside there
•He’s definitely much more careful with his s/o, and gets a little paranoid sometimes. In general, the whole pregnancy/baby thing worries Gaara because babies???? Small miniature people??? One growing inside his s/o??? Eh???? He can sense the chakra growing and yeah in general, Gaara is just curiously perplexed by babies and birth
•Like the first time the baby kicks, Gaara is shocked. Just absolutely astounded. When his s/o comes running to get him, all excited and prattling on about the baby the baby! and takes his hand to place it on his stomach, Gaara does not expect that little bump on his hand. That’s probably the first time Gaara realizes oh god… this is my baby in here. They’re moving. This is going to be my baby
•He rubs his s/o’s belly a lot. Especially at night when they’re in bed together about to fall asleep. It soothes his s/o, and in a way, helps Gaara sleep better too? He’ll fall asleep with a hand resting on their stomach awwww
•When it comes closer to their due date, Gaara gets nervous since he’s so wrapped up in Kazekage duties. He’d ask Temari or Kankuro, also Baki (if he agreed tbh) to watch over his s/o, or at least keep them occupied and escort them around the Kazekage building, if possible. He wants them close, but knows he can’t focus much on his work if they’re in his office the entire time. But hanging around the Kazekage HQ during the day isn’t bad
•Not that the Suna isn’t nice and all but it’s a little sandy. Just a little. I can see him bringing his s/o on diplomatic missions, especially to nice places like Konoha for some fresh air and scenery that isn’t just sand. Sand and desert. Plus, imagine Naruto being ridiculously excited to meet Gaara’s pregnant s/o like hooooo my god Naruto will not stop congratulating them and feeling the s/o’s belly and damn calm down Naruto. This is Gaara’s baby, not yours
Every writer falls into one four categories
of capability. Either they excel at writing description (but not dialogue), at dialogue
(but not description), at both, or at neither.
What I usually find is a person tends to
be in one of the first two categories: either they have great description but
their dialogue is lacking in some capacity, or their dialogue is great but the
description is weak. I tend to fall in the latter category.
Nevertheless, I’m going to be talking all
about dialogue and description, how to fake it if you can’t do one or both, and
how to find a balance between them so that the story flows effortlessly (well,
that’s the hope).
Before I start in, I just want to clarify
that description includes not only of the setting and characters but also of their
actions in scenes, how they move and react as they converse.
Also, as a general rule, if you are
lacking in one or both of these areas (or any part of writing), don’t worry
about it when you’re writing the first draft. Just get it down. Then go back in
after its done, knowing your weaknesses, and revise the hell out of it.
the art of good description: To improve your description writing
skills, read description that you like, from any story or piece of writing.
Really try to break down what exactly you like about it, what they do, where
they put the description, what they don’t describe, etc.
get a photo you like—or better yet, go outside (gasp!)—and try to describe the
scenery, every detail you can. Be excessive, over the top. Just practice
noticing the little details.
make characters feel real: This is fairly obvious. But what may
not be iswhat details should be included. Many writers do the typical hair
and eye color (which I’m guilty of too). This is not a bad thing, but it is
nice to try to move beyond that or at least add to it. In any case, any
description you have of a character, try to use it for more than just a description. It should be incorporated into the story. Think about what details would be
important. Why is it significant that his eyes are blue? Is it because they look
haunting or mystical? Because they affect others or perhaps the main character?
This is just a simple example, but hopefully you get the idea.
conversations: Similar to the description section, it’s
helpful to study good dialogue in stories, noticing everything about it, like
the things being said, what’s not said, and even how it’s being said. Also listen to people converse in real life…Listen
to the way they talk, how they say certain phrases, their tones, facial
expressions, body language. It’s all a part of the dialogue.
To start off, just try writing the same sentence/thought/idea, but have
different people say it. How does it change if someone is shy? Bold? Angry? Bossy?
Now pick one character, and try changing who this person is saying it to. Everyone
speaks differently depending on the person and situation. For instance, if a
character is at work, are they polite and respectful? Formal? Loud and
obnoxious? This will say a lot about them as character, without you having to
everything has to be said: Whether they’re best friends or
enemies, a lot is passed without saying a thing. Maybe two characters are close
and read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. One glance could
equal not only a whole conversation, but also say a ton about the nature of the relationship between the two
characters. Maybe two characters are in the relationship, and it’s clear that
they’re not happy, not because they say
they’re unhappy, but just by their actions and words (or lack thereof). For
instance, if they’re angry at each other, they’ll probably avoid one another
very purposefully and use very short, direct statements. It’s also important to
note that some pieces of dialogue are just filler and can be taken out. For
instance, if you have a scene with a conversation that takes place on a phone,
you don’t want to include the formalities like “Hi.” “Hey.” “How are you?” “I’m
fine…” Etc. That will just bog the story down and add clutter to the writing.
We all know that people don’t just start right into the meaty part of a
conversation. The only instance I can see these formalities being used is if it’s
purposeful and says something about the characters’ relationship. For instance,
maybe they were close, but now it’s awkward as they both clearly don’t know
what to say.
to Balance Description and Dialogue:
of description is important: When it comes to
describing scenery, there are separate paragraphs dedicated to it. Usually the
details are broadly scoped, with a few smaller, significant details. As the characters
move through the scene, smaller and smaller idiosyncrasies should crop up. Sprinkle
them in with the dialogue and movement. When it comes to description of a
person, it’s rare to find a large paragraph dedicated to just the outer appearance.
Maybe a small, flash description (like the first one or two things someone
would notice about the person), with more details sprinkled in as the scene/dialogue
progresses. It’s important to find a balance so that it doesn’t feel like its separate
chunks of description and dialogue. They should mix together a bit in a scene.
point of view can change the balance: If it’s in first person,
there will probably be a bit less description than when writing in third. Most people
don’t think in such detailed descriptions, so it doesn’t feel quite realistic.
Of course, there’s always room for breaking rules. For instance, if the point
of view character is an artist of some sort and that’s part of their
personality to be flowery and excessive in their thoughts and probably their speech
should push the story forward: it’s difficult to truly
know what should be said, what should be described, and what should be perhaps left
out altogether. My piece of advice is that whatever you’re writing, it should
push the storyline forward. Basically, everything has a purpose in the story.
We learn something important to the plot or characters or situation that is relevant.
Of course not everything has to relate to the “main plot”, but it should be relevant in some capacity.
General things to keep in mind:
Conversations will say something about the
relationship of the characters speaking. It just will. What that says can and should
affect the plot, in some way.
The more detailed the description, the
more the reader will think that place/person is significant. If you focus on
it, you’re drawing attention to it.
Read your writing aloud! I can’t stress
this enough. If it sounds/feels awkward. It probably is. Focus on that section,
and work with it. Take your time to figure it out. If you can’t fix it or even
identify those awkward parts, try to get some readers. Preferably not close
friends or family as they can be biased or not what to hurt your feelings.
Everyone has their own style
of writing. It’s not an exact science.
Test styles out. Try a new format.
Experiment with a new point of view. Take the time to find what works for you.
Hope this helped. And I’m happy to answer
any questions or clarify if needed. Happy writing.
Yamaguchi hated it. Being surrounded by couples. Even before the third years graduated, Daichi and Sugawara had been lovey dovey even if they thought it was lowkey. And then there was Asahi and Nishinoya; Noya, who would try everything in his power to annoy Asahi, and Asahi would just take it with a red face. There were Tanaka and Ennoshita, who were surprisingly open about their relationship status. Kinoshita and Narita were wild cards, Yamaguchi unable to figure them out.
And then there were Tsukishima and Hinata, the odd couple. Nobody expected it, not even Tsukishima. But late nights at Yamaguchi’s house had made Tsukishima admit his deepest desires, that being Hinata. So there they were, arguing like an old married couple in the middle of the court, quite like Hinata and Kageyama usually would. Yamaguchi knew they’d be in the storage closet making out at the end of practice.
Yamaguchi was the odd man out. He was single, with nobody to make out with him in the locker room or a storage closet. Nobody to cuddle up to on long bus rides to Tokyo for practice matches with Nekoma, or on bus rides to tournaments.
He was always left sitting next to Kageyama, who was as cool as ice. Always scowling over at Hinata and Tsukishima, who were surprisingly gushy. Yamaguchi was surprised with his team about a lot of things apparently.
One afternoon they boarded the bus in order to have a practice match against Datekou. Since last year the team came to them, it was Karasuno’s turn to make their way into their gym. It was nice to have a change of scenery every once in a while.
“Can I sit?” Yamaguchi pointed to the empty seat beside Kageyama. Kageyama just looked at him and then out the window and Yamaguchi took that as his cue to sit.
Yamaguchi dreaded this. At least with Tsukishima, the blonde would share his headphones sometimes. But it was just dead quiet with Kageyama. Unless Kageyama was arguing with somebody he never really talked to anybody.
“Hey, Kageyama.” Yamaguchi said about halfway into their bus ride.
Kageyama glanced at him. “Yeah…?”
“We’d make such a cute couple, don’t ya think?” Yamaguchi grinned. He needed to talk to Kageyama some how and this was the only way to get his attention.
Though, Yamaguchi wasn’t suspecting the bright blush on Kageyama’s face and the darting of his eyes to his lap.
“Are… are you making fun of me?” Kageyama spat out.
Yamaguchi opened his mouth. “What? No, I was only kidding-”
“So you were?” Kageyama cut him off.
“Just… Just forget it.” Kageyama turned back to the window, hand covering his mouth and blush spreading to the tips of his ears.
Yamaguchi’s phone buzzed in his hand. On the screen was one notification from Tsukishima. The message just said: he likes you, idiot
Lol @ Carol saying “at least there’s some pretty country around where I live” when she invites Therese to come out to her house in New Jersey, like yes Carol I’m suuure that’s the only reason Therese would want to come out to visit you on the weekend…for the nice, uh, scenery…
Ever since our first “date” Anthony and I have been hanging out a lot. He’s actually a pretty decent guy. We haven’t done anything else since that night and he hasn’t pressured me to do anything- which is nice because honestly I don’t think I would want to… At least not right now.
I already said I’d share this, so here goes. I’ll talk about both episodes, but I’ll keep it short about 12x22, because even though there’s lots of stuff to mention there, in comparison to 12x23 it was literally relaxing to watch. Spoilers below.
12x22: Who We Are
In this episode, the BMoL are wiped out (finally!), or at least the branch of them that went to America and made a huge mess. To be honest, I liked that this storyline was more present than the myth arcs usually are, but mostly I found the BMoL rather annoying. Yes, it was a nice change of scenery to have some human antagonists this season, but to me their storyline was never as intriguing as the Nephilim myth arc, as the double finale perfectly displayed. 12x22 was great, I loved it, but it was not epic (12x23 was, but I’ll get to this in a minute). I can’t think of a single scene in this episode that I didn’t thorougly enjoy - all of the character development, the feelings (and Ketch finally bit it). Jody survived, but we didn’t get to see Eileen again, which I had been hoping for a little. Ketch killed Toni, and I was even a bit upset about this, but not that much honestly. Dean finally got to use the grenade launcher, faced his past, his most internal emotions, reconciled with his Mom, and don’t get me started on that group hug in the end. (Clearly, this episode set a completely wrong tone for 12x23, but to be honest so did the first 35 minutes of 12x23) My favourite scene however was back at Jody’s house, Sam’s speech in front of the other hunters (he did the “we - no, I” thing that so many people have been talking about regarding Destiel and brodependency); I was so so proud of him in that moment. And then Dean, choosing to stay behind and admitting openly that Sam is ready to be on his own: this was such a big step for both of them and it was beautiful, and then the BMoL were wiped out, Mary was saved and killed Ketch, Dean forgave her, Sam forgave her, group hug, credits. And then 12x23 came and hit everybody in the face.
12x23: All Along The Watchtower
If we combine these two episodes, it totally justifies the red wedding comment, but for me, 12x23 was a Red Wedding on its own. There are many points to address in this episode, and I’ll try to do it chronologically.
First of all, Rowena. No doubt, she deserved better than an off-screen death, but let’s not forget we haven’t seen a corpse that could be actually identified as her. Okay, there are multiple hints that the burnt figure on the ground is really her (her phone, her bag, the hair in Lucifer’s hand), but no body - no death. Also, why is nobody talking about the fact that the opening of this scene was super creepy, we see Rowena’s buzzing phone and her ringtone is this happy beepy tune, and then the camera wanders off to blood splats across the table and the floor… (Headcanon: what we heard is Rowena’s ringtone just for Sam, because of that “do I have my own ringtone?” in 12x11)
Crowley. Oh my. He just shows up at the bunker, complete with snarky comments, and doesn’t even leave out the fabulous tale of Crowley And The Rat. He admits his mistake (hybris even) regarding Lucifer, tells the Winchesters that he actually hates being the King of Hell, and then promises to close the gates of hell if they help him defeat Lucifer. To me, this whole season has been one big Crowley redemption arc, and in the end, he dies a hero’s death, sacrificing his life for a spell to lock Lucifer in that apocalypse AU. We don’t know if it was his spell that actually closed the portal, or the birth of the Nephilim, but I think that doesn’t really matter here. His intentions do: he died, saving the Winchesters and the rest of the world from Lucifer and a Lucifer-influenced Nephilim, and atoning for his own mistake. His last words: “Bye, boys.” I’m not crying, you are. The king is dead, all hail the king.
Lucifer. Mark Pellegrino said “if you didn’t hate me before, you will after this.” And god, do I. Most of the season I just found him annoying, whatever vessel he was in, but now I just wish him a slow and painful death, preferably at the hands of Team Free Will, because being locked in the apocalypse AU is far too good for him.
The Nephilim. (okay, this isn’t chronological anymore, but I’m saving the most important for last) We didn’t get to see him until the last five seconds, and that was super creepy. The burning footsteps, the shady figure in the dark, the golden eyes, that smile… apart from that creepy evil smile, he actually seemed scared to me, curled up in that dark corner, but now I don’t know what to think. I really like the fact that he’s not a baby, because I didn’t anticipate that, and apparently none of the characters did either. He looked teen-aged to me (but let’s be honest here, we didn’t really see him), but the actor in the opening credits, Alexander Calvert, who must have been playing him because who else, is 26 years old already, so he might be grown-up. Just as an aside, I don’t like the name Jack in general, and even less so as the name of Lucifer’s child. I hope they’ll stick with something else.
Cas. (*clears throat*) Cas. (*starts sobbing uncontrollably*) CAS! Alright, I’ll calm down. Still this was one of the most painful things to watch in like, ever. I had my suspicions about Cas dying, but on tumblr people referred to it as the “annual Cas panic” and told everybody to calm down, nothing was going to happen, WELL LOOK HOW THAT TURNED OUT! When Cas came storming through that portal towards Lucifer and Sam had to drag Dean away from him and back to their world, I thought for sure that Cas would get stuck in the apocalypse AU, and when he popped out again, I was so happy and relieved, and I guess that’s why it hit me so much harder when Lucifer stabbed him from behind. I’m not kidding, I screamed. Like, loud. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed at my TV before, but this time I did. I was in complete shock for the remaining minutes, and Dean collapsing next to Cas’ body broke me completely. Crowley’s death may have been painful, but it was nowhere near this, because at least his death made sense, whereas Cas’ death was uttlery pointless. It was just Lucifer breaking Daddy’s toys and sewing destruction. Cas was killed in front of the people he calls his family, the people he loves most in the entire world, and who love him just as much as he loves them, but he never really knew that. And Dean’s reaction makes it so much more painful, because you can literally see his world shattering when he screams “NO!” when Lucifer stabs Cas, and you can see everything breaking inside and out as he looks at Cas’ body and collapses next to him, not caring about anything else, while Sam runs off looking for the newborn Nephilim.(According to Jensen, we haven’t even seen Dean’s full reaction yet) As painful as it is, this just stresses Destiel (and fits perfectly with @tinkdw ’s break up theory), and honestly I can’t wait for Dean’s reaction when Cas comes back (after two days we basically have confirmation that he’ll be back :D). Even before Jared’s whoopsie at JIBcon and Misha’s tweet that “Cas has a future”, I was pretty positive that he’d come back, although there was something seemingly final about his death: this is the first time he’s died an actual “angel death”, white light/grace, wings burned into the ground and all. It’s his fifth time dying (I think), and it was certainly the most painful one, including Dean’s reaction. They have come so much further in their relationship this season, with the mixtape scene and all, but Dean still hasn’t reciprocated Cas’ “I love you” from 12x12. Back then, when Cas was dying, Dean was in total denial (as I will be from now on till October, when I won’t need to be anymore hopefully), but now he has to face this, he has to face Cas’ death, and he has to face his feelings for Cas. And as painful as that might be at first, you bet he won’t hold himself back anymore when Cas comes back after this.
Giveaway Gift for @ellieot a nice and fluffy, fall Kakashi x Iruka fic!
Iruka sighed with relief as he took a seat in the quiet commons area outside the school. He looked up at the trees and thought for a moment how peaceful it all was, even if there was the shouting of children echoing behind him. Iruka hadn’t had much time to enjoy the fall weather, least of all the scenery. Konoha was quiet, for the time being. Yet, being a teacher was never quite for peaceful, it was always an uphill battle that never seemed to end, no matter how talented your students might be.
This was most definitely not what you thought you were going to be doing with your Friday night, locked away in some prison cell with your teammates while Team Ironman were free men. Wanda was chained and shackled like some animal and the rest of you were locked up in these cells for god knows how long.
“Well,” You can hear Sam through the glass in the front of your cell. “At least it’s a nice change in scenery,” You merely crack a smile, rolling your eyes at Sam’s attempt to make everyone feel better.
“You do realize we’re in prison, right?” You cock your head to the side, awaiting Sam’s response.
“God, you’re even denser than Bucky,” Sam chuckles, no doubt with that stupid smirk on his face. “I was being sarcastic (Y/N),” You open your mouth to retaliate when Scott, the new guy, interrupts you.
“Are you guys like married or something? ‘Cuz you two sure as hell act like it,”
“Nah,” You hear Clint say, “Not yet, we’re all awaiting the news though,” You groan, throwing your head back against the wall in exasperation.
“I don’t think I can handle being stuck in here with all you losers,” You joke, smiling when you hear Sam gasp in mock horror.
“This is the best your life is gonna get (Y/N), what’s better than being stuck on a boat prison with your best buddies?”
“Try not being stuck on a boat prison with my ‘best buddies’,” Sam only chuckles, shaking his head as he stared through the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of his teammates.
“You know you love us,” Sam mutters, not really expecting (Y/N) to hear it, unfortunately that kid had the ears of a dog or some shit.
“Yeah, I guess I do, except you, you’re annoying,” Sam can only laugh, smiling softly at (Y/N)’s joke.
“I guess you’re annoying too,”
“Is this a confession I hear?” Clint perked up from his seat on the bed, smiling softly as he does so. “Will I have the pleasure of telling the story of how (Y/N) and Sam came to be?” Sam opens his mouth to retaliate when he gets cut off by none other than (Y/N).
i’ve come with a challenge for each and every one of you.
i challenge you- yes, YOU, the person reading this- to complete a 30-day positivity and self-care challenge! :)
a couple of weeks ago, i was inspired to write up something on here about self-care/self-confidence/etc. the original plan was to simply make a post encouraging everyone to take steps to make themselves happy and healthy, but i recently decided that it might be more fun (and more likely to actually be done) if i made it a challenge. because, yknow, who doesn’t love a good challenge?
the rules are simple… 1. message me saying that you’re starting the challenge. i’m gonna to make a list of everyone that’s doing it, and i want youuuu to be on it! ideally, this list will also allow me to keep track of your start and finish dates, so i can send you a lil message when you complete it. :)
2. reblog this post to nominate all of your followers. this’ll also let them know that you’re completing the challenge so they can help cheer you on!
3. begin the challenge. go through the list of tasks below, completing one each day unless a day is skipped, in which case, you can double up to catch back up. you can go in any order you’d like!
4. enjoy the positivity!!!! by the end of the challenge, you’ll have helped spread happiness to others as well as encouraged your own happiness and self-confidence. :)
TASKS: ☆post a list on tumblr of at least ten things you love about yourself that aren’t appearance based. these could be about your personality, skills, interests, etc. the more, the better, because- hey- you’re pretty awesome! ☆identify the people in your life who make you happy, and thank them for all they do for you in person, with a text message, in a hand-written letter, or through any other form of communication that you’d like. these people might be your parents or guardians, friends, teachers, neighbors, grandparents, other relatives, etc. ☆do three things that make you happy. this could include doing a hobby, playing a sport, eating your favorite food, reading a book you love, etc. ☆listen to your favorite upbeat songs and sing along. ☆exercise!!! ☆try to eat three good meals and drink plenty of water today. a healthy body is a happy body! ☆send your favorite tumblr blogs a message telling them why they’re your favorite. try to send a good-length message to at least five. they’ll definitely appreciate this, even if they’re well-known. ☆give at least four compliments today. one must be to yourself, and one must be to someone you don’t usually talk to. these could be given verbally or over the internet. ☆make a list of things you’re grateful for. take extra care to appreciate those things today. ☆share an inspiring story of your own on tumblr. talk about the event itself and how it changed your life for the better. ☆try to sleep for about eight hours. ☆make a long list of things that make you happy. post at least a portion of this list on tumblr. ☆post a list on tumblr of at least five things you love about your appearance. if you’d like, you could also include an awesome selfie. ☆spend time outside. if the weather is nice, try to stay out for at least an hour. while you’re outside, you could try to write a poem, draw, write a journal entry, do some other creative activity, or simply enjoy the scenery. fresh air is always good for you! ☆give someone who needs a pick-me-up a high-five or hug. ☆reach out to five people on tumblr that follow you but you’ve never talked to. thank them for following you, give them a compliment (could be about their blog or something else entirely), and try to start a conversation with them. ☆go out of your way to do nice little things for people today. this could include holding the door for someone, offering to pick up someone’s trash for them, asking someone how their day has been, sending someone a kind text message, doing someone a favor, etc. helping others always feels good! :) ☆take a long, relaxing shower or bath. ☆give a shoutout to someone on tumblr. talk about why you like them/their blog and encourage your followers to follow them. ☆give someone a random gift. ☆try to smile at everyone you see, even strangers. it might seem silly, but who knows, it might really improve someone’s day! ☆make a list of your greatest accomplishments and why you’re proud of yourself for achieving them. then, make a list of future goals and why you want to achieve them. you can post one of these lists, both, or neither; whatever you prefer. ☆smile and say something nice to yourself in the mirror. suggestions of what to say: “i love you”, “i believe in you”, “you’re a great/awesome/strong/brave/smart/funny/kind/thoughtful/amazing person”, “you’re beautiful, inside and out”, or “i’m proud of you.” ☆make a list of all your talents. these could be academic, athletic, artistic, relationship-related, serious, funny, random, crazy, anything at all! give yourself a pat on the back for being such a talented person. :) ☆try meditating, taking a nap, laying in a hammock, or relaxing in some other way for at least thirty minutes. ☆create the greatest dance party playlist ever and post it on tumblr. test it out by dancing for at least five minutes. ☆make a list of the best things that have happened recently, no matter how small; if it made you happy, put it on the list. keep this list, and continue to add onto it each day. ☆forgive someone else for something verbally or over the internet. then, forgive yourself for something. ☆think of a list of your own positivity and/or self-care tasks and make it a goal to try and complete them, even after this challenge is done! if they’re not too personal, post them on tumblr and encourage your friends to complete them as well. ☆pick at least three of your favorite tasks from this list and make it a goal to keep doing them regularly after you finish the challenge.
HOLAAAA BABIES~ So please don’t hate me because I released this SUPER late. It’s a short one and personally not a favorite, but I finished chapter 6 as well and it will be released this Sunday after a few finishing touches. Please show this post and yo gurl some loooove and reblog/like/follow. MKAY THANKS Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4
It had been over a week, ten days to be exact. Jumin had not seen the girl, he was at least looking forward to seeing her in class, but she missed both meeting days. Surely that would have quenched his need, hydrated his curiosity for her, his growing affection for her. He felt restless, he was a bit worried but more than that he simply wanted to see her. Again, this need for foreign to him; not once did he feel like this before. He was becoming desperate and made up his mind, he would see her once and then that was it. After that, he would go back to normal right?
He took his phone out and begun dialing. “Hello hello, thank you for calling Defender of Justice, agent 707, how can I help you Mista Trust Fund Kid, its quite rare for you to call me.”
“Luciel, please be serious, I need your help finding someone. She is my classmate and I need her address, her name is MC.” Jumin said, instantly regretting that he called Luciel.
“WOAAAAH. YOU? LOOKING FOR A GIRL? I guess Jumin Han does NOT gay? Who knew?” the hacker replied, laughing hysterically.
Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, “What have I become,” he thought to himself. “Please be serious Luciel, don’t make me regret calling you. Can you do it or will I have to find other means?”
“Of course I can find her, but what’s in it for me huh? I want to see my Elly~” Luciel chirped.
Jumin was willing, but surely he could not sacrifice his beloved Elizabeth to the hacker’s mangy hands. He needed to see this girl, though. He could feel his heart tightening simply from the lack of seeing her face. He pined for more. “Fine, you may see Elizabeth the 3rd for 90 minutes but Assistant Kang must be present and so will three bodyguards. I will have them shoot you at even the slightest sign of abuse. Got it?” Jumin replied irritably.
“Wow, you must really like this girl huh? Well, while we were bartering I found her and her address. At least I know you have nice taste, who knew you would be into foreign girls huh?” Luciel said sounding awestruck. “Her address is XXX 5Xth Street, be safe~ GOD SEVEN OUT.” Like that, the eccentric man was gone.
Jumin immediately called Driver Kim and gave him the address. He sat in the car, once again admiring the scenery of the city. He thought about how easily he had sacrificed Elizabeth the 3rd and tried reassuring himself that this girl was worth it. Deep down, he knew, she most definitely was.
“GUYS PLEASE CALM DOWN.” MC was shouting at the top of her lungs. She was at her wit’s end and felt like ripping her hair out. “We will not be doing any more activities if you cannot behave.”
Her three younger brothers and younger sister looked at her as if she had just said that the world was ending, and sat down immediately. She laughed to herself, thinking about how absolutely adorable her younger siblings were when she heard a knock at the door.
“Ugh who on earth could that be, I swear to god if it’s another Jehovah’s witness…” she walked to the front door, trying to wipe that paint off of her face and dust her clothes off. “Listen, buddy we’re not int-“ she was rendered speechless at the sight of the corporate heir standing in front of her.
“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked, still in disbelief that he stood in front of her. He cleared his throat, and fiddled with his tie, looking visibly uncomfortable. “You hadn’t shown up to class this week, so as a courtesy I brought you some notes. I believe a thank you is in the works? Or do you commons simply not use that word?”
She rolled her eyes and was about to tell him exactly where he could put his notes and entitled attitude when her two younger brothers and peeked from behind her. “OOOH who’s that your boyfriend?” they asked teasingly.
She laughed and was about to deny it when she noticed that Jumin was blushing profusely. She couldn’t help but find it adorable that he was so flustered with their teasing, it was a bit…cute.
“Mister, can you come inside and help me? I need to finish my art project and someone has to color” MC’s younger brother grabbed his finger and began dragging him inside.
“Wait you can’t do that, he has to get back to his work, right Jumin?”
He gazed at her for a while, before walking into her home and sitting in between the kids. “Well, I guess he is joining us.” MC thought to herself. She was looking at him; he looked so out of place with his 3-piece suit in her home. Suddenly she felt self-conscious, “He probably is thinking that my place is a dump. On top of that, I look like shit, with my tattered t-shirt and sweatpants.” A million thoughts were running through her head, but she looked at him, and he was being extremely genuine with the kids, trying his hardest to help with their art project. Her heart skipped a beat, she loved seeing him interact with her siblings. “Maybe I’ve been too harsh on him, he actually doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”
She walked over to the kids and the corporate heir and sat down. She watched him, as he listened intently to the kid’s stories, and gave advice seriously as if this was a business meeting and they were his clients. She laughed to herself, finding this entire odd situation so adorable, she thought she was dreaming. He glanced at her at the sound of her laugh and gave her a soft look with a small smile.
Sure, she had known that he was handsome, but until this moment she never felt attracted to him. The small smile was so genuine and sweet, she could feel her heart skip a beat when she noticed him trying to stifle a yawn.
“I wanted to apologize for being dragged in by the kids, you seem tired too, are you alright?” MC asked, trying to create small talk to slow the rapid pace of her heart.
“Ah yes, I anticipated that I was going to visit today, so I had to complete all of my work yesterday, causing me to lose some sleep. A few clients also called early in the morning to try rescheduling meetings which interrupted my sleep as well,” he answered robotically.
“But aren’t you the heir? You’re promised the company, why are you putting in so much effort?” MC asked, genuinely confused. She knew that if she was promised a multi-million dollar corporation she would definitely take it easy.
He chuckled, “Yes it may be true that I was born into a great opportunity, and I am very fortunate for that. However, I have to work twice as hard, I have to prove to everyone that I am not just a figurehead, that I was not simply handed this position because of who I am related to.”
She looked into his steely gray eyes in admiration. She felt a pang of guilt, for being so rude to him, when he clearly had been working so hard. She was going to apologize when all four of her siblings grabbed onto his arm, her younger sister whispered something into his ear. He blushed and simply nodded, sending the kids squealing. Confused, she demanded the kids clean up and get ready for dinner.
“Would you like to stay for dinner? It may not be some five-star restaurant food but it doesn’t taste so bad? We can have some coffee afterward too?” she asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious again.
“Yes I would love to , thank you MC.” He replied glibly as he stood to wash his hands.
She didn’t bother replying. She turned around briskly, “what on earth is wrong with me? Why am I acting all shy and happy because he’ staying for dinner? Good god, if I am turning into one of those annoying bitches at school seriously, smite me right now.” She began setting the table, thinking deeply about how the day was turning out, trying to deny how fast her heart was racing.