because i only see pictures from time to time

@xiulayallday described her impressions of seeing EXO in New York and her descriptions are dead on. I can’t put into words what it’s like to have been watching them for years on your computer screen and then they’re walking next to you on a street.

Suho was the first person I saw when I got into that area of the city. Literally the first person. I didn’t immediately think “Suho!” I thought, oh wow what a handsome guy…Wait he looks familiar. WAIT. I’m 5'9" and he was definitely shorter than me and in a city filled with gorgeous people, he still stood out.

We wandered on a bit when @uminbean was looking around and said quietly “that looks like Chen… It’s Chen”. By the time I looked properly I could only see the back of him, but I could still see it was him by those legs.

We got up thinking wow, 2 EXO members? What a day! When I glanced over and saw an unmistakable pair of ears crossing the street, and by the time I processed that it was Chanyeol, Baekhyun was beside him. Baekhyun looked a bit… uncomfortable? I only made brief eye contact then stayed away because I didn’t want to be associated with the horde of fans following them around and wanted them to just have a good day. Chanyeol was shorter than I anticipated (I think I assumed he was just beastly tall by how people talk about him). Still tall though, just not gigantic. Baekhyun was not as short as I thought he’d be either. About my height.

My friends and I go lean on a wall to process what we’ve just experienced in the span of 20 minutes, when @uminbean whispers in a ‘brace yourself’ voice, “Sehun is coming”. Now this is my bias. Can I do this? Will I just fall over? Will I go blind and cease to feel emotion? I didn’t. He was perfect. I couldn’t believe he was real, and he looked just as he does in pictures. And he was about the height I imagined. He walked by me not 3 feet from where I stood. I still can’t believe it.

We all needed to sit down at this point and wanted to get as far away from the stalking fans as possible. Chanyeol and Baekhyun passed us TWO more times filming something and I wanted to shout “how is this real right now?!”

We walked on a bit and my friend whispered “it’s Xiumin” and there he was, 2 feet from us happily watching a show. No fans around bothering him. It’s the only time @xiulayallday and I got our phones out because we knew we could snap a picture without causing him stress and hell, he was taking pictures too. He was so bronze and handsome. Smiling and laughing. It made us so happy.

Now today we go see their show. Wow.


  For a month, I’ve been reading and taking screenshots of instances in which somebody is hateful or disrespectful towards Hwasa from MAMAMOO. I also had mean posts towards and about Moonbyul which were sadly lost in the midst of me cleaning up my phone.

  I decided today was a good day to explore this issue and give my opinion on it. Here are some screenshots I was able to find/save from the mess I made hours ago:

  Unfortunately, none of the screenshots listed above were taken out of context and neither is the one listen down. The Hwasa hate withing the Momoos is not that obvious, but outside of it it’s sadly crystal clear.

  Hwasa has been categorized as “ugly” and also the “ugliest” in the group more times than I can count and it’s a shame I lost some of my screenshots that proved this. Sadly, this is a real issue not just to MAMAMOO’s maknae, but also to various other idols like Rapmonster from BTS (for example).

  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but as soon as it’s made public that person has to be ready for some backlash as not everybody is going to agree with you. Sadly, I don’t agree with this and I can refute what you say and not just disagree is because you claim her “ugliness” as being a fact and not a personal opinion/preference.

  Down below you’ll see pictures of MAMAMOO with and without make-up for comparison but make sure you understand that I’ve been a moomoo for a while and I love all of them (including their appearance), so I’m not pushing everyone down with this. I have good intentions with this post.

  If you have some time, stick around ‘till the end.

  The photo below is used various times to slander/criticize Hwasa’s appearance on, not only blogs, but also e-papers/magazines which is pretty alarming from my view point.

  This picture was taken during a rehearsal and (from what I read) Hwasa believed it wasn’t necessary to wear make-up as it wasn’t an actual show, but just a “training session”. 

  Unfortunately, the facial expression, the lighting, the angle and the bad quality of the picture obviously doesn’t help her appearance after all she’s human, but look under for another make-up-less picture to see the difference.

  Here you go: in this picture, due to the lighting, facial expression and better quality of the picture she looks way better. Bless lighting, am I right?

  If this picture makes you feel like I’m biased (which I am, to be honest, as she’s my favorite idol), here are more to dismiss those silly ideas.

  Opinions are opinions - of course -, but using a terrible picture in order to get your point across when there are many pictures to refute that idea is begging to be disagreed with.

  In my opinion though (my really biased opinion, of course, let that be known) she’s pretty. 

  Bonus: in my mother’s unbiased opinion, she’s also pretty.

  Now, leaving the solely “Hwasa” topic, let’s talk all of MAMAMOO, shall we?

  I am a big supporter of the fact that you can only be a Moomoo if you respect all the members and unfortunately that’s not 100% homogenized with the fandom’s rules

  Here is MAMAMOO with no make-up on (and oh, do they look great):

  It’s obvious every person who wears make-up on a daily basis doesn’t look as good without make-up not only because make-up is used to make someone’s face more appealing and overall more beautiful but also because you’re used to a certain bone structure (that can be easily messed around with contour and highlight), a certain color of skin and lips, fuller and more colored eyebrows, etc.

  The girls aren’t above that as they’re human - they breathe, they eat and they go to the bathroom just like all of us.

  To me, with or without make-up they look beautiful because I chose these girls as my favorite group not just for their looks but also for their music/talent and humor. Yet, I can’t deny they look more appealing with make-up and I know most of the people out there could agree with me.

  I am pulling any of them down, it’s my opinion. It’s not a fact, but an opinion based on my preferences. 

  Here’s some basis for my opinion:

  Aside from MAMAMOO (but still connected to them), I found something horrible on the internet which was apparently posted a couple of months ago. Still, it was posted, read and commented under, so I can do the same here as it’s in the public domain.

  In addition to refuting Hwasa’s haters, here’s some pictures of the “ugliest” idols listed above in order and let it be known I wasn’t aware of the existence of Bobby, Yang, Seo, Jihyo, Jung or Umji prior to this so my opinion on them isn’t biased in any way. I didn’t search exhaustively for these pictures, they were on the very top of their names’ search.

  Anyways, here are pictures of the idols.

  Warning: there’s a l o t of ugliness ahead. ;)

Here’s Bobby;

  Don’t know how someone could find him ugly with that sincere stare and plump lips, but sure…

Here’s Yoseob:

  He looks like such a happy kid, how can someone hate on him?

Here’s Rapmonster:

  Sorry, I’m biased on this one but his sincere smile is enough to make any girl swoon.

Here’s Eunkwang:

  He’s cute as hell! Reminds me of an EXO member, I just don’t remember which (not a fan of EXO, by the way).

Here’s Jihyo:

  She is such a cutie patootie omfg.

  Here’s Eunji:


Here’s Umji:

  Cutest smile 2KForever (and look at those cheeks!).

Here’s Hwasa:

  Queen of jeans right behind Hani, to be honest.

  Too biased to comment, sorry.

In my opinion,

  None of the idols listed above are ugly and it’s a fact they do not deserve your insults or slander as nobody deserves to be hated on (unless they’re criminals, then I really don’t care) based solely off their looks.

  Did you notice I did not state my opinion as a fact throughout this post? You can easily give your opinion without insulting anyone or making a mess. Wow!


anonymous asked:

Any headcanons of how Selina's apartment looks, bedroom included? Or panels that show it??

Hello anon!  Here are some examples of Selina’s bedroom from comic past comic panels (in no particular order):

From what I can tell you (from the viewpoint of comics), Selina’s apartment, specifically her bedroom, looks pretty basic.  I get my inspiration for Selina’s apartment from one of my favorite versions of her, which is from Batman: The Animated Series

I LOVE this one! (Even though it’s not necessarily her apt.). As far as Selina’s apartment design goes in my head, I like to think of early Selina as very basic and minimalist.  However, as Catwoman’s career grows and Selina and Bruce’s relationship blossoms, I think of her apartment as very elegant and feminine.  I imagine her bed huge like the last pic.  I also image plants (given to her by Pamela), diamonds dripping everywhere, a very intimate and comfortable bedroom, a small study space specifically for Catwoman, and a cozy kitchen.  As far as furnishing, I think of Bruce helping out in that area, especially since he spends so much time there.  I imagine him buying her things he notices her eyeing, such as paintings, a chandelier, renovating her closet (he buys every ball gown she wears to any and every Wayne event), and a vanity mirror (because Selina loves makeup).  

In my headcanons surrounding Selina’s apartment, I consider her to have expensive taste.  Her place is where she spends a lot of her time, so she wants to be comfortable as well as show off her style. I see her favorite color being purple (like her catsuit), so her bedroom is painted purple with light green accents. I also see her spare rooms as less feminine, only because I see the batboys spending time at her place. Selina also has pictures of her “family” everywhere.  Bruce, the boys, Alfred, gifts, all of them are on display in her apartment.

Finally, I see a beautiful balcony that can be accessed from her bedroom.  It’s her favorite place in her apartment.  It overlooks the city.  Also, it’s very convenient due to it’s nearness to the Bat signal :).  

I hope that helps anon!  :)



a/n: I’m from the U.S., so I have no idea what exams are like anywhere else so I did this based off of my experience! also, i am only 16, so the biology that i have in here is probably very basic but I have not been to college so I don’t know what it’s like at that level. (also that’s not my picture)

Finals. The very word strikes fear in the heart of every college student across the world. It can make or break your class grade. They are single most important tests of your life, all packed into one week. Most people start studying weeks before. And here I was, cramming in every single piece of information I had learned about biology in my lifetime.

“I just don’t understand!” I groaned as I slammed my head onto the textbook. The flash cards I had been using scattered all over the desk and fell to the floor. Pictures of me that were on the desk rattled from the impact. I was studying at my boyfriend Shawn’s place because it was my only quiet place, and I never got to see him.

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anonymous asked:

Mysme peeps with chubby Mc HCS? Pls and thank u!!!!

ahah no problemo! I hope you see this zomg I’m so bad at handling my tumblr requests and school at the same time ><”


  • when he first set his eyes on her he could not believe it
  • that was MC? that was her. MC. seriously? 
  • he cannot even contain himself
  • like hi hello yes this is my first time seeing you but here have a very intimate long hug from me because why not i mean
  • he doesn’t let go until Zen pries him off 
  • “nooooooooooo”
  • *insert picture of yoosung being dragged away by Zen with his crying emoji face thing*
  • someone draw this PLEASE!! (if only I were good at art)


  • okay he was sosososososso excited to see MC 
  • he had no time for shock bro 
  • MC and her little wittle puffy cheeks 
  • he just wanted to pinch her and give her bowties to wear on her head
  • you won’t believe this but he literally wanted to take her to the amusement park immediately and buy her ice cream and fEED HER COTTON CANDY CUZ
  • his eyes literally turned into heart shapes you know like those anime characters when they see their crush yea like that
  • right anyway he was extremely starstruck and couldn’t even talk properly


  • it was just great 
  • she’d always sleep on MC’s squishy thighs and feel MC smooth her hair while she drifts off
  • ULTIMATE life goals man
  • sometimes she’d squish MC’s cheeks and play around with her face to make her have different facial expressions
  • do ya know what I’m talking about?? 
  • it was really fun
  • and they’d binge eat a million things together while watching Netflix :D


  • constantly hugged MC super tightly while they slept 
  • they went shopping together and he picked out ALL her outfits because he wanted her to look 
  • anyway he was totally into it and glared at anyone who had anything bad to say about MC


  • he was really excited to show MC his belly pouch
  • y’know from all those chips and soda
  • they have to go somewhere am i right or am i right
  • he liked to tickle MC a lot and poke her belly when he was bored 
  • sometimes he would take off his shirt and draw faces on his belly and then make it talk 
  • you know like this (except it’d be his 707 chicken meme face thingymabobber):
  • he would do the same to MC
  • idk about the taking off shirt part for MC but you do whatever you waaant ;)


  • he didn’t really have an reaction lol
  • but he did enjoy poking MC’s face
  • like a lot
  • *poke poke poke* 
  • ten seconds later 
  • *poke poke po-*
  • “Saeran what r u doin”
  • “poking your cheeks”
  • “why??”
  • “because you’re cute”


  • he honestly was so proud??? 
  • i mean
  • MC looked so healthy and happy in her own body
  • he couldn’t ask for more
  • he love love loveddd her cheeky smile and just everything about her??
  • “MC you’re the most beautiful girl in the world - how can you look so photogenic in every picture?” 

yes I watched iCarly lmao

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So…because I just love to torture myself emotionally, I watched the Davie episode numerous times and…there’s something I noticed about it.

When America and Davie first met, Davie’s house was the only one for miles.

The book with the picture of the Blue bells in it was held in a large trunk made for travel or storing things a long distance. And considering that they, at this point in time, were only available in England, means that Davie, or at least his parents, were not originally from America.

The next time America went to see Davie, more homes had been build around the area, the place now being the size of a small village and by seeing the other boy who was talking with Davie, there are more people

The next time the place is even larger, it has turned into a full grown town.

This leads me to believe wasn’t just a young boy who lived in America. He was from one of the original English colonies, Possibly one of America’s very first citizens. The book about the flowers probably was something his parents brought with them over seas from England, bit since Davie was too young at the time he doesn’t remember ever seeing them expect for in a book. When Davie died America didn’t just loose a friend, he lost one of the FIRST PEOPLE TO EVER CALL HIS LAND HOME. Let that just sink in….

Hustler Club Meet & Greets.

I think before we all go and judge the new M&G system we should just chill. They haven’t even happened yet and if it doesn’t work they’ll probably try to change it or improve it. If this is like Hustler Happy Hour then it’s really not bad. At my show we all got to take our picture with the backdrop and then got to hang with the band. They signed our stuff, took selfies and had conversations with us. From the old system I only ever got EE and that was fine for me because honestly going to see them play was enough for me. Plus a large amount of people would complain about the old system, to the point where some people were talking shit to people who got awarded M&G’s. 

anonymous asked:

hi love! im a sucker for 'harry falling for a fan' and hes all filled with fluffy thoughts with some lust. can you please write that? x

It’s such a cute concept, cause don’t we all swoon about it? I’m not sure it delivered… it started one way, but then…. So, I sat on it for a bit, but it didn’t really present any other way to attack it. In any case, I hope you enjoy! x.

Gentle reminder: requests are closed! I’m working on putting up ones I’ve had partially drafted and trying to clear through them. We can, however, always TALK about Harry, if you want. ;) 

040. A Harry Girl

The ironic thing of it all is that he’s not even your favorite one. Niall is your favorite, and the first time he meets you, he’s with the Irishman, and you flush your whole way through the night while dropping off pint upon pint for them.

Both he and Niall are gracious and do their best to put you at ease, and pictures are posed for with polite gratitude upon his offering, but that’s as far as it goes.

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Remember When I Didn’t Need You?

Summary: Dan and Phil broke up right before the school’s prom. Dan, angry that Phil is suddenly going to prom with his ex boyfriend, tries to make Phil jealous.
Word Count: 3021
Title: Disappear - Issues
A/N: Thanks so much to phansbumsex for the prompt, you are wonderful and ily a lot! This is my gift to you guys because I officially graduated from high school today (well my actual ceremony is in like a week but i never have to go back to school so) :D This means I’m actually an adult now haha ironic bc i’m still writing phanfiction woo, but anyways I hope you guys like it!


Dan never took into consideration that there may be a day when he woke up and Phil wouldn’t be there, staring at him with a look of utmost adoration as if Dan was a lovely piece of art. He never took into consideration that feelings were fleeting and were often replaced with new ones. He never took into consideration that there may be a day in which Phil wouldn’t want him anymore.

“Do you not trust me?” Phil screamed and his hands were clenched into fists, face as red as the tomato Dan consumed in his spaghetti last night. It was somewhat scary seeing him so angry because he was always a generally kind and calm person, and Dan’s eyes pricked with saltine tears.

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Are design tasks ethical in a job interview?

Young designers often complain about doing design tasks to get a job. It can feel like doing “free work” or “giving away ideas”. Some designers even think they should be paid for their time. Ok, wait… you want to be paid to do job interviews?! Let’s back up a bit, because if you agree with that, you’re making a big mistake.

Before we get into this: what is a “design task”?

Let’s say you apply for a job, and the company picks your CV from the pile, likes your portfolio, and they contact you. You like them, they like you, great! This could be your next career move! Exciting, right?

But instead of asking you to come in for a face-to-face interview (or maybe after the first interview), they ask you to do a bit of design before moving forward. For free. And they get to pick what you will design.

What the hell?!

On the surface, this might seem like a shitty deal for you, but only because you don’t see the big picture.

Note: this does not apply to freelance work. This article is only about design tasks to get a job. If you are a freelance designer and someone wants a “taste” of your work before they “decide” to hire you, tell them to fuck off. But be polite. Say “please fuck off, good sir, and have a nice day.”

The reason this “free work” conversation comes up over and over is, ironically, because designers are only thinking about their own time. If they considered the big picture, designers would realize that there is actually no risk of doing “free work” regardless of whether it is ethical or not.

(For now, I will ignore the fact that a UX designer’s job is to see things from other people’s perspective, and focus on the practical bits.)


Quick Story…

Once upon a time, I was being interviewed for a senior design position at a multi-billion-dollar company. After 5 individual interviews with people from several countries, they asked me to put together a presentation, and flew me to another country to meet the team. 

After the presentation they wanted to debate some thinking that was more concrete, so they gave me a second design task on the spot — a simple registration flow for an app. Yes, in the meeting. If you think that design tasks are just a way to steal your work, then you must believe that this company are the worst idea-thieves in the world. They weren’t squeezing me for free work — they had spent a lot of money to get those free ideas — they wanted something to discuss!

After discussing the second task, they were interested in hiring me, because they understood the value I could bring to the company.

Imagine if I had said “you just want free work from me” or “ok, but you have to pay for my time.”

After several interviews, and bringing the team together, and flying me somewhere?!

Really? Diva, much?


Let’s break this down:

1.) If your ideas are worth stealing, you’re worth hiring. There is more where that came from! If they already knew you were the best candidate, they wouldn’t give you a design challenge. They would save themselves some time and give you the job. The design task is your time to shine.

2.) It’s not “real work” because you are designing in the dark. In reality, you are designing with very little information information, no user testing, no business input, none of the confidential stuff you will know when you work there, no sense of the technical challenges, and a very short time to think about it. You will almost definitely design things that are not practical to build, that are based on false assumptions, and are not as good as they could be if you had more time. And everybody knows that. Just relax, and do your best. That’s all they want to see.

3.) If the hiring manager isn’t a designer, they need something concrete to discuss. They want a demonstration of what you do! In real life, you will work with non-designers a lot, and they want to make sure you can do that. It’s like if you had to hire a stock broker, or a carpenter, or a drag queen party host. Do you feel comfortable giving someone a permanent job based on their “long-term market analysis” or their artistic feelings about woodworking, or without seeing them perform? No because, you don’t know enough to discuss it. Non-designers want you to do a task so they have something realistic to talk about, and something they can discuss with their team. Help them hire you!

4.) The better a designer gets, the less they care about “giving away” trivial ideas. Designers have lots of ideas. Every day. Great designers will brainstorm and ask questions over lunch, just because it’s fun to discuss the problem and there is no chance that you can execute their ideas like they can. And, if you really think your best work will happen in a job interview (no chance), you’re probably not that good. Nothing you design for a job interview is going to change the business. Sometimes the best thing you can do in a design interview is think of something clever that they already thought of. You are showing that you are insightful and that you understand the business. Therefore, relax. If you do create a design that can change the business, see #1.

5.) If you are afraid to share your ideas, you’re probably not right for the job. If I was interviewing a candidate and they didn’t want to talk about design unless they were being paid, I would assume that they either a) have no idea what they are doing, b) only care about the money, or c) are too self-centered to be thinking about other people for a living. Either way, you’re not gonna get the job. When they hire you, are you going to hide all your best stuff? Are you only going to do your best work for a ridiculous salary? If you really like designing stuff, and problem-solving, and discussing design, and — most importantly — if you really want the job, get your hands dirty! It’s a small price to pay for years of working on cool shit. 

6.) Remember: a design task means you are being taken seriously. If I give you a task, I am creating work for myself, because I have to review your task when you’re done. That means you will only get a task if I am seriously considering you, and probably only if you are one of the “finalists”. I don’t want to see work from people who seem like they suck… so the design tasks are for the people who might actually get the job.

In my opinion, those are 6 excellent reasons why you should not be afraid or offended by design tasks in a job interview process. That being said, it’s not always worth the time and effort to create one of these tasks.


There are always a few idiots out there.
DON’T do the design task if:

1.) The task or job is very vague. If the job description covers a wide range of tasks, from front-end coding, to user research, to advertising design, to marketing automation. Run, don’t walk, away. The company has no idea what they are looking for, and therefore they have no idea what “good thinking” looks like. You don’t want the job anyway.

2.) You aren’t given a reasonable amount of time. Personally, I like giving design tasks that can be done badly in an hour, or fantastically over a weekend. If the design task takes more than a few days worth of free time, ask for something more reasonable, or don’t bother. One little feature is fine. One standard page, like a registration form, is fine. Something like “how would you solve problem X” is fine *IF* the problem is specific, simple, and realistic, like “how would you add a field for a phone number in our existing checkout page?”. But if someone gives you a task like “how would you change our app to attract more power users?” or “design a new on-boarding flow that is smoother” or “draw the customer journey for our product” or “wireframe a design that will get people to spend more time on our site?”… that’s too much.

3.) They don’t know what they want to see. To test this, just ask what they are looking for! A good, normal answer is something like “we just want to understand how you think” or “we want to see how you normally work” or “we want something to discuss with our team”. All totally reasonable and practical. But if they say something like “we want to get some external input on this problem” or “we have never worked with a UX person before and we need some examples” or “you won’t get paid for this audition, but we’ll send this video to producers and get you jobs that pay $1000 to $4000 per day” or something like that… you might be in the wrong place. 

4.) They want you to sign something first. No, no, no! If they don’t want to pay you, and the job isn’t yours yet, and you have to sign some kind of agreement or contract before you can do the task, they ARE trying to steal your work. Get the hell out of there. (Although, for the record, I have never heard of this happening in real life.)

If you really, truly, genuinely think they are trying to squeeze work out of you for free (very unlikely), and you have given them detailed examples of your previous work, and they pass the simple tests I explained above, and you have offered references that can vouch for your skills: be open about it. Say you’re not down with that and make your exit in a puff of smoke.


In summary: Stop worrying about someone stealing your ideas! Go get that job, where you can learn to multiply your ideas every day!

Still worried? Ask me about it on Twitter.


Sometimes I wonder how others see me. Do I seem normal to them? Do I seem odd? What kind of odd do I seem? Am I okay with how others see me?

At times, I think I want people to see me as “normal”, but that clashes with my desire to be true to my self, my unique, perhaps-more-than-slightly odd self. Most times I think I just want people to know that however they picture me, they only see a very small part of a very large iceberg hiding beneath the surface of my ocean. My desire to be seen a certain way stems from the fact that I don’t want to be labeled as “this” or “that”. Because, while those labels may partly fit me, they miss so much of what makes me me.

For some reason, this really bothers me every now and again.

// HEYO! :D Here’s my version of the Meet the Artist meme that’s been going around! I got several admin asks as well, so might as well knock out two birds with one stone! 

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We’re all here for the Queen.  And that’s the problem.

A reflection on some realizations after Regal Con.

Regal Con was a very badly organized con run by well intentioned people who didn’t know what they were doing and had no understanding of what standard practices were.  But I knew it would be before I came.  It was fairly obvious from the pricing structure and the organizational material that came out well beforehand.

But it did give me a fairly good window into something I rather vaguely knew before hand but seeing is different than knowing.  The level of obsession in this fandom for Lana is not unhealthy for us.  It is, I think, unhealthy for her.  Lana loves her fans, it is clear from even the most minimal interaction, and she clearly gets a kind of energy high off them.  But I think too many of us are asking for a little bit of her so much that it seems like even that kind of feedback is suffocating.  There was, as far as I could see, no sense of self moderation in the fandom of what was a reasonable expectation of this woman’s time.  In a room with 50 people she couldn’t mingle because people wouldn’t allow her to leave a conversation.  And the con organizers didn’t have enough security to extract her from those conversations.

The only time she was able to move freely seemed to have been during the 45 Spacer concert on Sunday where she was able to walk around the room taking pictures while everyone was focused on the band.  And people seemed to have been respectful of that distance–she had security with her but it didn’t look entirely necessary.  In the context of that concert.  In the context of the rest of the weekend…. that’s another story.  

The con oversold her autographs for the time allowed, but people didn’t seem to have a sense of their appropriate time with that autograph.  I came to the con with one question I wanted to ask, and I paid for three autographs judging that I could probably get that question out in that time.  And I did.  But I can speak for myself… i could have soaked up the energy from her for a lot longer than that.  And others did.  We all did.  We’re all taking from her.  And i have to wonder, as we’re all obsessed and so many of us seem to not be able to set our own boundaries, what is the line that will be soon reached where Lana wont be able to have any one on one interaction with fans at all?

And I wonder if that line is already long gone.  I can think of a few other figures in fandoms that approach what I saw this weekend.  John Barrowman.  David Tennant.  Kate Mulgrew.  Ironically enough William Shatner.  I don’t have any answers for this problem.  It makes me profoundly sad because I think the answer is that Lana needs to withdraw from a lot of this one on one contact or it will eat her up.  I would love to have a thousand conversations with her and tell her a dozen things.  I’m not sure it’s even ethical of me to want to tell her one thing or have one conversation anymore given how suffocating what I saw was.

I had a lovely time at the con despite the manifest and many problems in the event’s organization.  I had great actor interactions with a lot of the guests.  But I’m left profoundly sad because I’m sad for this woman.  Each of us may be taking only a little from her.  But there are so many of us that are taking so much of her freedom.  

It was like watching a caged songbird.

Karen Wheeler: A Character Analysis

I can see 18 year old Karen Wheeler, fresh out of high school, probably well off but not rich, dating a 22 year-old Ted Wheeler who was probably a jock at the time. I can see them getting married in a little ceremony at the state house that only family and 1 or 2 friends bother showing up to. I can see her walking down the aisle in her mother’s wedding dress, a forced smile like a mask on her face. She loves Ted, but not in the way that those romance novels describe love. It feels like safety. After all, Ted came from a good family, he had a stable job. He would protect her.

I can see her contemplating whether or not she should go to college or get a job. I can see her pulling out her high school diploma and running her fingers over her name, written in dark black ink. I can see her thinking back to all of the high school English classes she took. About how much she enjoyed learning about the great poets and thinking that she could do that someday. I can see her sitting on the bathroom floor, only a year after she got married to Ted, staring at a stick clutched in her hand and trading away thoughts of writing poetry for thoughts of bottles and diapers and sleepless nights.

I can see her holding Nancy, then Mike in her arms and feeling her heart swell for the first time in a long time, and thinking that maybe the sleepless nights and the casseroles and the soccer games are worth any poetry that she threw away. I can see her trying to convince Ted to have a third child because her children are the only part of her life that she actually enjoys, the only thing that keeps her from wondering what her life would be like if she hadn’t married a man she didn’t love when she was 18. I can picture her realizing that she has lived up to every cliche about a small town girl and not caring because she has her children and being a mom is the only thing that makes her truly happy now. I can picture her worrying that her kids were in trouble but not telling her about it. Her kids are her light, they’re her sun and her stars and now they won’t open up to her. I can picture her utter despair at the realization that they don’t need her anymore. And she doesn’t really know what happened that week, and she doesn’t think Mike or Nancy will ever tell her. But she picks herself up and she takes her kids to school and she makes dinners because that’s all she can do. And every night she hugs Holly a little closer and prays that the day that Holly realizes that she doesn’t need her mom any more will never come.

But she knows that like a train speeding down the tracks, no matter how much you dread it’s arrival, no matter how much you hope and pray that it’ll never come, there’s always a train coming in the end.

And she thinks that’s a kind of poetry in and of itself.

Purgatory - Part 2

Jungkook X Reader 
What if I told you I wasn’t from this world? If I said I looked after you and watched you grow up, even if I wasn’t physically there. If You saw me, you would think I was just a figment of your imagination.
What if there really was such a thing as an afterlife or another universe? And what if I told you that I was the only one capable of entering both in order to see you?
What if I told you that you had 10 days left to live before I would finally be able to meet you and tell you I’ve loved you for so long

Would you Believe me? 

A/N: I really like this story, So I’m really hoping you guys do too xD 

Genre: Everything

Everything Word Count: 2952

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“She drew me! She actually drew me! I can’t believe it! And it’s really good too, really on point”
“That’s not the only thing” Namjoon spoke as he picked up your sketchbook and flipped through the pages, “She Drew all of us…” 

“She’s amazing…” Jungkook smiled to himself, “Like always” 
“Jungkook! That’s not the point here! Don’t you see it? She Drew You. Jungkook, I think you’re forgetting the point that SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE LET ALONE ALL OF US” 
“Oh shit, you’re right” Namjoon heard a light groan and he whipped his head around towards you, “shit shit she’s waking up! What do I do?!?!?!?!” “I DON’T KNOW! I’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE HUMAN REALM BEFORE” 

Namjoon quickly jumped back outside the window and hid on the balcony. You got up slowly, holding your head in your hand. You stood up and glanced back at the floor. “Jungkook, who… is she?”
“She’s the love of my life, why?”
“No no no, not that, we already know that. But, how does she know who we are? How can she draw us??”
“Well, she’s been drawing ever since she was a kid, and I used to talk to her a lot. It was funny, I was the only one she always listened too”
“That’s because you can control people’s minds Jungkook”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. But I was created because of her, so she started drawing pictures of me thinking it was from her mind”
“So she’s been doing this for a while?”
“Yeah, but she kind of stopped drawing and only did it in her spare time, she’s gotten really good-”
“Stop getting off topic! I Gotta get back to Purgatory” Namjoon dug into his pockets to find nothing. He frantically panicked and searched everywhere until he looked through the window into your room. And he saw the orb sitting there on the ground, slowly turning into a grey colour. Namjoon squinted his eyes in order to see what the time on is was


He was safe. 

You yawned as you picked up all your sketchbooks and placed them on your desk, leaving to the bathroom. Perfect chance for Namjoon to quickly swoop in. He was just about to jump through but then his head pounded and he fell back down, “Ow, what the hell Jungkook?” 
“What’s up.” 
“Wait, you’re both in my head?! Please” 
“Namjoon, you’re gonna have to get Y/N to sign that paper. I forgot to add the fact that if she doesn’t, she’ll disappear from every realm, never to be found again.” 
“WHAT?!” Jungkook and Namjoon said in unison
“Namjoon please! Get her to sign it please! I can’t live without her!! I’m begging you!”
“Ow ow! Okay okay! Huhhh, what people do for love” He slowly stepped inside, making sure you weren’t going to come in any time soon. He grabbed the orb, “Oh by the way, I’m adding more time for you, I’m giving you 10 days” Yoongi said 
“Wait what? Why?”
“Because she has ten days, you can always come back with her before that you know” 
“Why am I doing all this for you guys?” 
“because you’re the only one we can trust” 
“Why don’t you send Jin or some shit, he’s better at this than I am” 
“He’s can’t, Namjoon. Going through the Realms messes up his time travel power, besides, he’s in the woods anyways” Namjoon sighed once more before hearing the doorknob turn. He dove towards the window and climbed down into your backyard. He held the orb in his hand and watched as it glowed from grey to a bunch of rainbow colours. 

“Hey guys, can you send someone down?”
“Why? Getting lonely already?” Yoongi chuckled which rung in his ears
“No, it’s just that this is a tough job to do in 10 days”
“You can do it, I believe in you!” Jungkook says  


“Owwwww” You elongated as you held your head in your hand. You walked towards the kitchen to get an ice pack to soothe the pain, “What was that? I held the picture of- Ow!” your head pounded and you clenched the icepack into your fist.
“Anyways” You said as you walked up to the counter, reading the note once again, “It’s probably a scam, there’s no way this could be real” For once in your life, you wished your parents were home cause this was starting to really freak you out. 

‘Y/N, Y/N Can you hear me?’ 

You shook your head, “You just need to sleep it off, it’s probably all in your head” 


Namjoon found himself a comfy spot in your backyard to sleep as he tried to figure out what he was going to say to you. By now, he was back in his normal form, too tiring to be in Jungkook’s.


You awoke the next morning, looking at all the papers on your desk. You stretched your arms as you stood up and walked over to your pieces of paper. It was flipped open to a page that had all the people you used to draw on it. You smiled as you picked up the book, “Jungkook… Jeon Jungkook” You smiled as you held up a picture of him. Your head didn’t pound anymore, “So it really was just a dream?” then an Idea popped into your head. You raced into the kitchen to see if the letter you got was still there. You approached the counter and your face turned dark. You picked up the letter, your hands were trembling terribly. But then you noticed something happened at the bottom

You squinted your eyes and brought the page closer to your face, “Wasn’t this 10 days? Why does it say 9 days now?!” Panic filled through you as you heard the doorbell ring. You walked over and opened it up.
“Hi!” He said
“Hi…? Can I help you?”
“Actually, you can… Would you mind if I came inside?”
“Er -uh -umm.. Sure” You opened the door wide enough to let him in before closing it behind him, “Nice place” he says as he gazed around.
“Sorry, but, who are you?” you ask. You saw that he looked at your letter. Maybe he had seen it before, maybe he knew something about it. The way he grazed his hands over it made you wonder a lot of things. For one, his hands were long and delicate looking, veins that rode all the way up his bicep.
You walked up to him, “Do you, perhaps know about this…?” You asked. He nodded slightly before turning to you, “I’m so sorry! My name is Kim- er -Jeon Jungguk”
“Jeon… Jungguk?”
“Huh” you let out a chuckle, “That sounds so familiar to what I named my imaginary friend when I was younger. Speaking of which… You also look… a lot like him”
His eyes widened immediately as his brain yelled at Jungkook to help him, “A-Ah… Is that so?” He said, awkwardly chuckling.
“Yeah! Here I’ll show you” You said as you jumped up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. In the meantime, Namjoon was trying to contact Jungkook with all his might.
“Jungkook please wake up! I need your help! I don’t know Y/N as well as you do!”
“Hello?” Someone said in a sleepy voice, “OH MY GOD JUNGKOOK YOU TOOK FOREVER!”
“Sorry sorry, I just woke up”
“NOT THE TIME! SHE REMEMBERS YOU DUDE” Even though Jungkook wasn’t physically there, Namjoon could tell how surprised Jungkook was.
“I’M NOT! I USED YOUR REAL NAME AND SHE WAS ALL LIKE ‘Oh That sounds so familiar to what I Named my imaginary friend’ SHE EVEN SAID I LOOKED LIKE HIM TOO”
“She hasn’t come back downstairs though” Namjoon spoke, tapping his foot against the floor.
“What do you mean?”
“She went upstairs to get her sketchbook I think, and it’s been uh… 5 minutes and she hasn’t come back yet”
“Then what are you doing just standing there?! Go check!” Namjoon walked towards the stairs, pardoning himself before he walked up, “Y/N?” He said, checking around the rooms. He walked towards her bedroom and looked inside. There she was, in tears. Sitting at her desk, reapeating “I’m Sorry” to herself.
“Jungkook, what’s happening?”
“I think… She remembers me…”
“Then, why is she crying? Shouldn’t she be happy?”
“Well, I’ve been doing some research, and the relapse when you remember someone that was long gone from the past, they’ll start feeling all sorts of emotions. It’s different for everyone, but I guess hers is.. to cry”
“She’s smiling though”
“Is she? Oh yeah! She’s so cute”
“Not. The time.”
“Right right, sorry, I keep getting side tracked -OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT? THAT WAS SO CUTE OMFG I’M GONNA DIE!! HER FACE IS ALL PROPPED UP IN HER HANDS AND IT SQUISHES HER FACE TOGETHER OH MY GOD OH MY GOD -CALM DOWN JUNGKOOK, CAlm DoWn… I want to hug her so badly, can you please get her to sign the paper”
“You’re truly head over heels”
“Yes.. but.. I usually stop when she does something extremely cute because I can’t handle it anymore and uh… stuff happens…” He whispered, “…Namjoon pleeaseeeeee”
“Oh my god, just chill, I’m doing the best I can! And you could at least try to talk to her!” He opened the door a bit more to see you wiping away your tears, “Y/N?”
“Huh? Oh yes? I-I’m sorry, I just came upstairs and saw this picture and started bawling my eyes out” you chuckled, “Wait… how do you know my name?”
“I- uh- um… it was on the letter that was downstairs”
“Oh… okay.. Anyways, come here”
“Wow, you drew all these?” Namjoon said, having to act surprised despite seeing these all yesterday, “Are these your friends..?” he asked curiously
“No actually, and they’re not anyone I know either. I’ve had dreams where I’ve met them all, so I kind of just… Drew them”
“WOW THAT’S GREAT!” Jungkook blasted inside Namjoon’s head. It made Namjoon grip his head and wince. You stood up, “Are you okay?” You said, looking him in the eye, “Woah, Your Eye colours… they’re changing”
“I’m Fin- wait what? I’m sorry, where’s your bathroom?”
“U-Uh right over there” He ran over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His eyes really were changing colour. Which meant, his shapeshift was wearing off, “Shit shit shit what do I do what do I do? Jungkook? Can you hear me?”
“Huh? Yeah, what is it?”
“How much of your power can you control?”
“What? Why are you asking that? You should know”
“My shapeshifting ability is wearing off from being in the Human realm too long. If you could help me-”
“No no no no no no there’s no way I’m doing that! I can’t control my power! I Could kill you!”
“But no one has the same power as me-”
“Okay Okay! I’ll see if I can find Hoseok!”
“You have about an hour before this completely wears off”  
“I’ll do my best!” Namjoon heard a knock on the door, “Are you okay in there?” you ask. He abruptly opens it up and it pushes you aside. He quickly walks downstairs and that’s when you started to notice his hair was changing colour.
“Seriously, are you okay? This isn’t normal! Let me take you to the hospital!”
“N-No! It’s okay! Really!” He said. He plopped himself onto your couch as he fanned himself. You pouted before noticing something was glowing from his pocket. Then you turned around to the letter on the counter to see that the 9 days on it was glowing as well. Were you going crazy? “Jungguk…” Namjoon didn’t reply. She just stared at him as his hair started turning from black into purple-like colour. 

“Shapeshifting…” You subconsciously said to yourself. You walked up to him and sat down beside him. The glowing orb fell out of his pocket when you dipped into the couch. You looked at it and picked it up. It burned in your hands so you dropped it, allowing it to then end up on the ground. You stared at it in wonder and Namjoon saw it, but was too exhausted to reach out for it. He looked faint but he could hear only certain words you said.
“the Realm orb??”
“How… How do you know the… names” Namjoon said, his hair now fully back to his original colour, his clothes starting to change.
“I-I drew these, I drew all of these! It may sound weird, but I think you might know, being a shapeshifter and all but-”
“Wait, how do you know I’m a shapeshifter?”
“I- uh… well… it’s a long story but, You know how I said I had an imaginary friend? He used to tell me everything. It was as if I was talking to someone from another world. I drew everything he told me. The powers, the Realm’s. They’re all in my sketchbook. His Name is Jungkook, And I- ow ow ow ow!” Your head started to pound and you clutched it in your hands.
“You good there?” 

You sat there quietly for a few moments before nodding, “I’m okay. I’ve been getting a lot of these massive poundings in my head. But anyways, after 11th grade, Jungkook disappeared and all the things I drew and believed in, I thought it was all fake.” 

“Huh. Well Hun, you’re not wrong, and they’re not fake. I just gotta go talk to someone real quick, I’ll be right back” he said as he stood up and walked outside. “Jungkook? Are you there?”
“Yes, what’s going on? I couldn’t find Hoseok, do you still need help?”
“No actually. She knows everything. She knows about the realms and powers, she even figured out I was a shapeshifter, I don’t think I’ll need the power anymore. But she did tell me that you were the one that told her all those things”
“I was!” He laughed, “I can’t believe she remembered!”
“Have you tried talking to her yet?”
“Every time I try, there’s a barrier, It might be because of the atmosphere”
“Or maybe… she has a power that’s undiscovered because she lives here…”
“Holy shit”
“It would explain all the headaches she’s been getting”  Namjoon walked back inside and saw you holding the letter in one hand, a pen in the other, “Oh my god! Namjoon?!”
Namjoon looked up in shock before realizing his true form was now revealed, “How? What? How do you know my name?”
“I drew you! Oh- but… do you mind explaining this to me?” you ask, holding up the letter, “Oh yeah, sure.” He sat down beside you and took the letter from your hands, “The Jungkook person you keep calling your ‘Imaginary friend’ isn’t as imaginary as you think. He actually lives there, in purgatory. And for years he’s been trying to get you to come, but once you stopped believing in him, he was unable to talk to you so this is now the only way to get there. Everyone there has well, what you would call ‘Powers’. And everyone there is from different realms- which by the way, aliens do exist” Namjoon smiled
You giggled, “But Jungkook wanted me to go? Why me?”
“It’s hard to put this, but Jungkook is one of the most powerful people in the universe, he can control and possess several things and well… he’s kind of in love with you. Like, madly in love with you” you covered your mouth with your hands, this explains why you never had a boyfriend, “He’s super possessive over you and talks about you non stop”
“Really? That’s sweet” you smile, “but can you explain to me what the 10 -or 9- days mean?”
“Well… to put it simply” Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “If you don’t sign this in the 10 days the king gives you, you’ll disappear…”
“WHA- BUT- I- NO- Wait -what happens if I do sign it…?”
“Then It’ll take you with me to Purgatory and lead you straight to Jungkook, and all the people you knew”
“But my parents-”
“They’ll be taken care of.” You looked at him with a scared face, “Oh! Sorry, we’re not killing them or anything, but it’s kind of more like, they’ll forget you ever existed… so…”
“Wait wait! Who’s the king? Is it Yoongi?”
“Yes. He has the power to open and close the Realms. No one can leave without his permission. He’s telepathic and can get into people’s minds, he can also talk to the Realms and well… he just does a lot.. but anyways! You have to make the decision as to go or not to go”
“But my parents come back in exactly 9 days!”
“Yes, but as soon as you go to Purgatory, your past will be erased. I mean, you could wait for your parents to come home, but you’re really rushing the clock to your last day on earth”
“Oh my god, I don’t know what to do…” 

No more answers are necessary for this part~
~Admin Luna


Imagine #72 Not such an innocent argument 

As requested, here it is :)


You were making lunch home alone, waiting for Neymar to finish training and meet you at his place where you slept last night. The two of you made plans to go in Brazil next day to go together at the Carnival. You were excited about it, because you wanted to have fun with him since he was always on trainings and playing games.

You two were together for five months and you two met at a photo shooting where you were working and just like him, you were not from Spain. He never had the occasion to present you to his mother and that was the most important reason to bring you with him to Brazil.

“Hey mom” you answered the phone.

“Hey (y/n) I’m sorry to tell you this but… your best friend had a car accident, she is okay, but she is in the hospital now” you heard your mother.

“Oh God, but is he okay? Should I come home?” you started panicking, because he was a important person for you.

“Yeah, he is awake, but it was a bad incident. I don’t know, he did ask for you though.”

After a while, you finished the call and you didn’t know what to do. You were feeling bad, because your friend asked for you and you were about to go have fun in Brazil, but you also were making plans for almost two weeks about the Carnival.

You were in your own thoughts when suddenly you heard the door open and Neymar walked inside the kitchen. You were so scared to tell him about what happened, because you didn’t know what his reaction was going to be. He walked to you and kissed you on the cheek, he immediately knew you were not your usual self.

“What’s wrong amor?” He asked pulling you in a hug form the back.

“I have a problem… about the trip to Brazil,” you said quietly.

“No, please… We talked about it and we have tickets and everything is ready.” He left you and you moved to look him in the eyes.

“I know, but my best friend had a car accident and he asked for me… I need to see him.,” you said hoping he would understand.

“But I told my family you were coming finally; it’s an important step for me.” Neymar said getting mad.

“I know, I’m sorry! But he is in the hospital, I have to see him”

“Is he so important for you that you can’t wait for four days?”

“Neymar, he is my best friend. I care about him.”

“You know what, I don’t give a sh*t. Do whatever you want.” Neymar said and walked away letting you alone in the kitchen. You were stressed and upset; you knew how much Neymar wanted you to go with him. However, you also wanted to be with your friend.

You knew he was mad about it so you told him you would leave and call him when you will be back in your country. He didn’t even look at you he just said “Yeah, yeah” annoyed.

You took the first flight and when you were finally home, you immediately called Neymar, but he didn’t answer. You tried to stay calm, telling yourself he might still be on the plane.

When you went to visit your friend in the hospital you were relived he was totally okay, he just had a broken arm, but nothing too serious. You messaged Neymar, but no answers.

“Is he mad about you coming here?” your friend asked as he noticed you were constantly looking at your phone.

“Well, let’s say he isn’t happy about it. I promised him I would go with him to Brazil.”

“I’m sorry for making you come here and ruining your plans”

“Oh no, it’s not your fault. I wanted to come, make sure you are okay” you smiled at him, because you felt bad for him to think he is the reason for the fight between you and Neymar.

When you left the hospital and arrived back home you realized it’s been two days already and still no news from Neymar. You called him once again, but nothing. The only place where you could see what he was doing were Instagram and other socials. He had time to post some pictures of him with Gil and other friends, but he didn’t have time to call you.

You looked at your Instagram and noticed you were mentioned a lot in a photo a fan of him posted. The second you looked at it, you felt sick, as if someone just punched you in the stomach. It was a photo of Neymar with Bruna hugging and she was kissing him on the cheek.

You felt tears coming down your face and since Neymar was avoiding you, you didn’t know what to think. Once again you tried to call him, but he didn’t answer it was crystal clear that he was avoiding you.

You tried not to think about it, but being always mentioned in photos of Neymar and seeing photos of him enjoying in Brazil with his friends made it impossible. The worse thing happened the next morning, you noticed another photo, but this time you knew Neymar left you, he broke up with you, without even telling you.

He was kissing Bruna and you decided to text him.

“I see you moved on quickly; actually I didn’t even know we broke up. How can you be such a di*k and let one little fight break us and just because I had to go see an important person who was in a bad condition, I thought you were mature enough to understand that, but clearly I was wrong. Next time you break up with a girl; make sure you tell her that, before she finds out by seeing photos of you kissing your ex.”

You couldn’t stop crying, you were mad at him, you hated him, because he broke your heart in the worse possibly way. He didn’t even answer your message it was like those five months you two enjoyed and loved each other were a dream, that never happened. He forgot everything you two put through together.

You realized that being still his ex girlfriend and that you were constantly showed pictures of Neymar around the world enjoying his life it was better for you to just let everything go.

You deleted all your socials, from twitter to Facebook and you made your Instagram private so just your friends could see your posts and of course, you unfollowed Neymar. You were upset to what you had to come, but you knew there was no other option to let him go and forget about him.

anonymous asked:

Can we have both teams finding out their quiet partner keeps photos of them in their phones?? Like they are labeled "my knight in shining armor" or "king of my heart" something silly like that and it's just candid photos of the guys just sleeping or studying or something. And when the guys find out, their partner just gets flustered and denies it and tries to delete all the photos and run away (thanks for all your hard work and running his blog! And I'm sorry for the long asks I send in ヽ(´o`;)

(oh my goodness this is adorable! and no, thank you for being so sweet, and long asks don’t bother me at all! u w u)

Makoto: He’d be blushing a little bit, but extremely flattered that his partner thought of him that way. “O-Oh, no, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” He scratches the back of his neck and hugs them with a happy laugh before they can run away. “I’m really glad. That’s so cute." 

Haruka: Even if his partner was freaking out at him finding it, he’d keep looking at his sleeping picture with confused eyes. ”‘Knight in shining armor’? When did you take this?“ But when he finally sees how flustered they are, he’d shake his head with a light blush. "No… it’s okay. It makes me happy." 

Nagisa: Nagisa gets a total kick out of the whole thing, laughing and scrolling through all the photos to see what kind of captions his partner attached to them. "Uwaaaaahhh, I’m the prince of your dreams? _____-chan, this is so adorable! Make sure you send it to me, okay? I’ll make sure to get revenge next time!” No matter how embarrassed they got, he’d just hug them even tighter than usual.

Rei: He would be so incredibly confused because he had never even noticed his partner ever taking pictures of him. But once that comes to pass, he’d be just as red as his glasses and looking away from his partner. “I-I see… so I am your… 'king’, am I? Then does that make you my, um… my… queen?” He might attempt to get revenge, but he’d probably forget to turn the shutter noise or flash off and fail miserably.

Rin: “'K-King of my heart’? 'Cutest shark’? ______, when the hell did you even take these?” He wouldn’t give the phone back until he’s done looking through all the photos, even if his entire body starts shaking from how embarrassed he is. “F-From now on, don’t take pictures of me without permission! Promise.” He’d mess up their hair roughly, but he’d secretly be brimming with happiness that his partner thought so highly of him.

Sousuke: Because he’s so impossibly tall, he’d just calmly hold the phone up and out of their reach while going through all the photos. “Oh, wow. You’ve got an entire album here dedicated to me.” When he’s done (and his partner is almost dying of embarrassment), he wouldn’t make it any better by chuckling and ruffling their hair affectionately. “King of your heart, huh? Let’s hope it stays that way for a while." 

Nitori: He would be just as embarrassed as his partner and grab their hands. ”_-___-san, is that true? Am I really your one and only prince?“ He might be on the verge of happy tears, hugging them because he didn’t want them to see him crying. "Next time, let’s take the picture together, okay?" 

Seijuurou: "Hey, I look pretty good in this one! Aw, jeez, _____, you gotta tell me next time and we’ll have a photo shoot together, got it?” He wouldn’t be embarrassed at all, finding it incredibly endearing and happily humming while he cuddles them like a giant teddy bear. “That means you’re gonna be the queen of my heart too from now on! How’s that sound, Queen?" 

Momotarou: He’d be red-faced until he sees the picture of him sleeping and shrieks. ”_-_____! How could you possibly keep this one, that last one was totally better! You better not be using these for blackmail!“ But then he’d see the caption like "Sea otter Cutie” and turn to them with sparkling, teary eyes. “Am I really?" 


So I’m chilling in my room, and figure I should probably post the pictures of Motionless in White from Rockville. Okay so story time kiddies. This was the second time I saw them at Rockville, and at first I thought I was only going one day, and because of scheduling and stuff (there were issues because Motorhead couldn’t make it) there were actually more bands playing Saturday that I wanted to see than Sunday I was considering going then because I had already seen MIW the previous year and I was dying to see Evergreen Terrace. However since I got good grades and was paying for the tickets myself I got to go both days. Now let me tell you I am so fucking glad I did. Got a couple autographs from Ricky Horror and Ghost, was right up front at the gate, and Chris was kind enough to take a picture with me, needless to say I seriously flipping my shit, and couldn’t quit smiling. Their performance was beyond belief, I look forward to the possibility of seeing them again, and would like to make this my thank you to them for making yet another Rockville fucking incredible.

The One Where Mizar’s a Wrestler

Okay, so I wrote The Maple And The Pine a while ago, and there was a line in there about one reincarnation where Mizar was a six-foot-something pro wrestler who actively embraced his masculinity. It was supposed to be kind of a throwaway joke, but almost immediately after I wrote it, I started wondering how that would work. And I started just jotting down little notes about what might have happened during that lifetime. And I kept on cracking myself up with all those little unconnected notes. I didn’t really do anything with it because there’s not much of an overarching plot, just little unconnected slice-of-life bits.

Anyway, I was in the TAU chatroom today and did an impromptu poll of which of my current story ideas people wanted to hear and this won by a landslide. Here you go. Part 1 of many.

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