being attractive of course

Things to keep in mind WRT: Joey WLW subtext and her conversation with Xefros

The year is 1994 in Joey’s universe.

In 1994, LGBT issues were almost universally kept completely hushhush from kids. For example, “Ellen” was taken off TV and cancelled after Ellen DeGeneres came out, in 1998.

Even in the 2000′s, while great strides were made in open conversation about LGBT issues, I remember it was still VERY taboo to even acknowledge as existing. I was in high school through 2006-2010 and people would still whisper the word “gay” under their breath.

In the 90′s, the internet wasn’t really a thing. You had online bulletin boards that would take 2 hours to get onto and often forbade any talks of politics, sexuality, or the like. The only place you could find information on LGBT topics was the library, in old encyclopedias possibly from the 70′s classifying homosexuality as a mental disease, IF (and big IF) you could find anything at all. 

This persisted even into the early 2000′s. It improved somewhat during what I call the Forum Renaissance wherein everyone had their own more or less functioning web forum and were free to write whatever they wanted in whatever context they liked without having to cowtow to a company’s rules, but that didn’t start until around 2003 on.

Now back to Joey. 1994. Joey seems to live in a small town, with very little of a social ring (just her brother’s friends, apparently), and therefore very limited access to information.

Joey is 14 years old, clearly having trouble at school from her diary entries, and clearly very, very lonely. Joey, like many young WLW, particularly young lesbians (although not limited to just lesbians, of course), doesn’t seem to realize that being attracted to women is even an option.

This is a concept that resonates completely with me, in fact. I didn’t realize I didn’t have to force myself to like boys until I MET someone who was in a relationship with someone of the same gender. However EVEN THEN I still tried, because I was 13, and struggling, and wanted to be liked, and very very very afraid of how people would see me because I was already being bullied and just added fuel to the fire.

Joey’s questioning of Xefros actually echoes a conversation I, in fact, had once. Her quiet contemplation right afterwards is really telling.

Joey hadn’t realized, until this moment, that being in a relationship with someone of the same gender was an option. Joey’s life has been one of sheltered heteronormativity.

She accepted it very quickly. Now she can blossom. Maybe she’ll have a Thing with Xefros. Who knows? I sure don’t. Perhaps Joey is bi. Perhaps Xefros and she will become moirails. WHO KNOWS.

All I know is, her being a WLW is not subtext. At this point, it’s blatantly Text. I do believe Joey is a great realistic WLW character as well, and one that young struggling WLW might be able to relate to if they’re going through the same things as she is.

I know I related to her a lot. She reminds me of me at that age.

This is not Hiveswap’s team being homophobic or what-the-fuck-ever, and it certainly isn’t ‘qu**rbaiting’. It’s literally being realistic for the era, and I have full faith that they WILL address these issues people have over the course of the continuing story. A young LGBT character is allowed to question themselves and society on their own time. That’s part of what makes Joey so realistic.

Sweet Like Candy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Valentines One Shot! ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This was requested by a lovely anon for Valentine’s Day! Tbh I got hella excited while writing this and wanted to go a slightly different route with the smuts! ENJOY - Delilah ❤❤ 

Sweet Like Candy: After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes. 

Warning: Sex (M/F) Nudity. Humiliation. Teeny bit of angst if you squint.  

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my birthday present for @lio-zehel!!! little bit of jerejean flirtiness for you 🎉🎉🎉

As far as Jean can tell, there’s nothing about clubbing that Jeremy doesn’t like.

He loves people, and there are always plenty of those. He likes loud music, and dancing. He also likes ordering drinks at the bar, which is just weird, but probably has something to do with the fact that bartenders fall over themselves to serve him.

“Incredible,” Alvarez observes, as once again Jeremy is suddenly at the bar ordering while other people have probably been waiting fifteen minutes. “This isn’t even a gay club.”

“It’s a talent,” Laila replies. “Or maybe it’s the jeans.” She looks at Jean. “Did you pick those out?”

Jean looks back at her. “I’ve tried to throw them out twice now.”

The jeans in question are more holes than fabric, and not in the fashionably distressed way either. Somehow Jeremy is making them work for him anyway. Jean looks away from the matchbook-sized hole in the thigh under Jeremy’s ass for the third time tonight.

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anonymous asked:

I had a hilarious moment when I (aroace) was creating dating profiles with a friend (pan) on the same site and our friend was baffled how similarly they were shaping up. "Wait, what? How can both of you have 'all genders' as preference?" Being attracted to all and being attracted to none are surprisingly similar things when put like that.

I’ve heard from an ENORMOUS amount of aces, especially older aces, who initially thought they were bi or pan because they felt the same amount of attraction to everyone–the difference being, of course, that that amount was ‘none.’

-Dew

Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Three

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1664

Previous Chapter

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Y/N sat in the parking lot of her apartment complex that afternoon, biting her lip as her thumb hovered over the most frightening sight of the day; the send button. She re-read over the short message that she typed for what seemed like the 100th time and sighed.

Hello Hoseok-seonbae! How are you?

Y/N sighed in frustration, glaring at her phone screen.

“Why is this so nerve wracking? You’re just texting a guy for gosh sake.” She mumbled to herself, but her mind still spurred on as she contemplated the message.

Is it too formal? Maybe I should change…-no! Stop it Y/N! You’re worrying too much, just send him the damn message! Y/N thought before hitting the send button with her trembling thumb. She quickly got out of the car, waving to the door man as she hopped into the elevator when she entered her apartment complex. Once the metal doors closed, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled it out, feeling her face flush and her heart beat pick up.

Yoo! Y/N! Don’t bother with those silly honorifics, Hoseok is fine! I’m swell!

Y/N smiled as she typed, stepping off the elevator and walking towards her apartment.

I’d feel bad I didn’t use some type of honorifics though. Can’t I at least say Hoseok-ssi?

Y/N placed her phone in her pocket as she opened the door, sighing out loud when she realized that Jimin didn’t lock the door. Again. She heard smashing buttons and the rainbow road theme music blaring from the TV as her eyes found the two boys sitting on the floor, already competing against each other.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.” Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Y/N, briefly glancing up from the game to look at her.

“I thought you said you would text me when you were coming home?” Jimin asked, turning to shoot an inquisitive glace in Y/N’s general vicinity. Y/N cursed in realization.

“Oh crap, I forgot, I’m sorry Jimin. I’ll join in the next round!” Y/N apologized, plopping down on the couch with her legs folded under her. She pulled her phone out and noticed the messages that Hoseok sent.

Uggh, fine, but its gonna make me feel old.
What’s up?

Y/N smiled as she typed,

I’m just hanging with some peeps, how about you?

She glanced up from her phone to notice that the boys were getting violent, shoving and nudging each other to try and throw the other off course. Y/N chuckled and looked down at Hoseok’s response.

Just chillin, I’m about to help my little sister paint her nails. I can’t decide what color I want to give her though. Any advice?

Y/N smiled as she read the message; imagining Hoseok being all brotherly with his little sister made her heart swell.

For a little sister? Uh. Duhh, black. Is that even a question?

A reply came almost a few seconds later.

That’s my favorite color, great idea! What do you do in your free time, besides being unbearably attractive of course?

Y/N blushed as she read and re-read the words. Her heart was bursting in her chest. She hadn’t been with such a flirtatious guy in a while, and the affection and endearment made her body feel warm and fuzzy.

A whole lot of video games with my dorky roommate and childhood friend. And movies. A shit ton of movies.

Y/N hit send and looked up to find that the game was paused on the final lap, both guys looking at her; Jungkook with a furrowed expression on his face and Jimin with a look of wonder.

“What?” Y/N asked, looking at both guys. Jungkook suddenly shot up from his spot on the floor, leaning in close to grab her face with both his hands. Y/N blushed at Jungkook’s proximity, his nose was touching hers and his lips were much too close. Jungkook, her long-term childhood friend that she’s known since they were in diapers, (before Jimin came into the friend circle at age 4) didn’t seem to mind though.

“K-Kookie?” Y/N blanked, looking anywhere but Jungkook’s eyes.

“Dude, what’re you- “

“Shhhhh.” Jungkook hummed softly, turning Y/N’s face every which way under his scrutinizing stare. Y/N’s phone buzzed in her lap, but Jungkook didn’t pay it no mind. He stared at her for three long seconds before he let go of Y/N’s face with his eyes glowing and a wide smile on his face.

“Shut up!” he yelled happily. Jimin and Y/N looked at each other in confusion before turning back to Jungkook.

“You met a boy!” Jungkook continued. Jimin’s eyes widened and Y/N sputtered.

“What?! No! I, well, maybe…yeah.” She finished with a small smile etched on her face. Jungkook squealed happily, but Jimin’s stare became dark and downcast.

“Ooh!!! Details! What’s he like? Is he handsome?” Jungkook gushed, sitting up on the couch with Y/N, holding her hands in his. Y/N blushed and nodded.

“Very, very handsome Kookie! He has this chocolatey brown hair and the deepest, darkest eyes. He has this voice, it’s so smooth and he has this way with words that makes my heart skip beats.” Y/N gushed. Jungkook clapped his hands together and hugged the girl tightly.

“Jiminie! Aren’t you proud of our Y/N for finally finding a man?! And here I thought she was just going to die a lonely cat lady.” Jungkook teased, rubbing his cheek against her own in a motherly way. Y/N pushed him off and flicked his nose playfully.

“Yah! You’re so mean Jungkookie! Respect your noona!” Y/N laughed, but when she looked up and saw Jimin’s dark expression her smile slid off her face.

“Jimin?” she asked softly. He turned his attention to her and gave her a forced smile.

“Yeah, I’m happy for you Y/N! Really, good job, and to think that I thought we’d be stuck as roommates forever.” He teased. He pulled Jungkook up off the couch and back onto the floor.

“C’mon Kook, I still have to beat your ass before Y/N can join us.” Jungkook huffed and grabbed his controller. Jimin’s challenge to the younger man was clearly accepted as they continued with their game.

Confused and bewildered at what just happened, Y/N picked up her phone to read the string of texts Hoseok had sent her.

Lol, that sounds like me too!
Are you a mind reader or something?
Btw, my little sis loves the choice you made
She thanks you
But can I ask you something?

Y/N smiled and typed out a reply.

Lol, I’m glad she likes it. You already asked me something though, for this next one I will have to charge you.

Hoseok replied almost immediately, as if he was waiting for Y/N’s reply.

It’s worth the cost if I get to keep talking to such a wonderful girl
One: I need a decision breaker between two movies, wanna help a guy out?
Two: Where have you been hiding all my life?

Y/N giggled and squirmed happily in her couch crease.

That’s two dollars, y’know
But, yes, please! I’d love to help, what are the choices?
You’re such a flirt, the girls must be all over you Mr. Jung~

On the other side of town, Hoseok chuckled at his screen. He liked this girl. He liked this girl a lot. She was funny, sarcastic, yet cute and shy. She was so innocent, and Hoseok wanted nothing more but to help corrupt her. He typed his reply after a few seconds of pondering.

Final Destination 3 or The Descent?
And baby, I’m only a flirt when I talk to you. I can’t help myself. After all, you deserve to be ravished in compliments.

Y/N read the messages with a red blush on her face, and an excited smile as she pondered the movie choices.

The Descent, obviously, that movie is incredible! Even though FD3 has that awesome, cheesy quality to it like Scary Movie, you seem more like a serious horror lover to me.

Hoseok smirked.

Are you sure we haven’t met before? It’s like you already know me~
That movie creeps me out in the best ways possible

Y/N blushed and typed her message, worrying over her words before hitting send.

Trust me, with a face like yours I don’t think I’d forget you
Just don’t go spelunking and you’ll be fine

Hoseok laughed, she knew her movies alright. And her small attempt at flirting made her even cuter to him.

Lol, yeah I’m never doing that
But look who’s a flirt now~
What movies are your favorite?

Y/N was about to type but a controller was thrown into her lap.

“Pick your character and car Y/N, we’re gonna start a tournament!” Jungkook said happily. Y/N quickly typed.

Movies are like music, they’re all good. You just have to find the good ones out of the mix of genres

Hoseok nodded, liking her answer. She was such a free spirit in his eyes, and that made the chase even more fun to him.

Good point, we should watch some together so you can help me find the good ones

“Y/N? You ready?” Jimin asked her. He looked at her differently than normal. We have to talk later, she thought as she picked up the controller with her left hand.

“Now, now, Jiminie, let Y/N say goodbye to her little boyfriend.” Jungkook nudged her side playfully and Y/N blushed.

“He isn’t my boyfriend Kookie.”

“Yet~”

Y/N rolled her eyes and typed out three words before setting her phone down and replacing her focus with a controller. She looked up at Jimin, not noticing the hints of sorrow and anger flickering in his eyes. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and smiled. Jimin couldn’t help but smile back and let out an airy laugh. Ah. There was that smell of mint like usual, but it didn’t make her heart stop like it normally would.

“I’m ready.” She said.

I’d like that

BTS Reacting To Their Best Friend Coming Out as Bisexual

”Seokjin:

Originally posted by yo-seokjin

“Cool! At least I now know you’ll always be bi my side!!”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by sugagifs

“That’s great! We have more in common than I already thought we do. We can now check out hot people together!”

Hoseok:

Originally posted by j-cypher

“Nice!! You’ll have more choices to date then.That’s cool, right?”

Namjoon:

Originally posted by jjilljj

“Of course that’s okay! There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to two genders! I’m proud of you for coming out. Not many people here are accepting of that. Doesn’t mean that I’m not. I love you no matter who you love!”

Jimin:

Originally posted by minspink

“Gosh, you scared me! I thought you were gonna tell me you have some kind of incurable disease or something! You don’t have to be nervous about telling me stuff like that, it’s fine!”

Taehyung:

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“It doesn’t matter to me who you fall in love with, as long as you’re still my best friend! And don’t worry about coming out to the other members, they’ll definitely accept it.”

Jeongguk:

Originally posted by classybts

“Of course I know what that means! Sure, it’s fine. That doesn’t change my opinion about you. It doesn’t change your personality and you’re still my best friend.”

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cyberbeastswordwolfe  asked:

Hello, my old friend. I've got a brand new problem with my starting drafts. All fives of my friends who've read some parts say that the love interest of my story is too ugly for the main protagonist. For context, she's a bit chubby and has some freckles. Note, three of the readers are guys and two girls Would you think that those make her too ugly and should I tone it down on her design?

Hello!

Short answer is, don’t change how she looks.  Turn on a random cartoon, sitcom, film, or what have you – Family Guy, Honeymooners, Superbad, et cetera – and you’ll see one male wish fulfillment couple after another.  

Mediocre-looking or traditionally unattractive men are constantly paired with stunningly gorgeous women, and it’s treated as normal.  It plays into a tiresome trend in which women are the objects of male desire, and what they find attractive, desirable, or sexually pleasing is either disregarded, treated as shallow, or nonexistent.    

One female love interest with a bit of freckles and pudge is actually a welcome reprieve from the norm.    

Slightly longer answer is, you might want to change how you’re describing her.  If you’re focusing on the love interest’s features as negative attributes, or if you’re focusing on her not being not conventionally attractive, of course the readers are going to wonder what your protag sees in her.

There are ways to make a character with your love interest’s features sound beautiful.  For example:

Delilah ran up to me, heart-shaped face pink with excitement, making her freckles stand out and dimples prominent.  She reached up to tuck a wisp of sandy hair away from long-lashed, doe-like brown eyes, while the other tugged her waistband up over the creamy-white role of her midsection, skirt hugging thick, soft thighs.

Obviously, I’m filling in the blanks a bit on your character’s other attributes, but you get the picture.

In any case, I hope this helps, and happy writing!  <3

WHEN SHOULD WE GIVE UP ON PERSONAL CONTACT WITH FOLLOWERS?

Work Smart Show daily blog.

Contact every follower in a personal way. This was my mantra before starting the Work Smart Show and I believe that it would make us stand out from all other competition. This was not really based on any research but my own experiences of my dealings with people on social media. I recall my first few days on Twitter when sent a tweet mentioning one of my favorite rappers; Ruslan (@RuslanKD) from Kings Dream Ent.

Now this dude is a great rapper and lyricist but I admire him for much more than his musical abilities, rather his business prowess, insatiable passion and the way he builds up other artists and fans. I have mentioned the rapper Beleaf (@BealefMel) several times before and he is only a rapper because Ruslan encouraged or coerced him into it, depending on whose story you believe. Along with the supremely talented John Givez (@JohnGivez), Ruslan formed the Dream Junkies and so it was that I mentioned them in a tweet, not realising that they would receive a notification. Within minutes Ruslan had liked my tweet and replied thanking me and asking what it was that had earned such praise. He was so genuine in the way that he talked with me, so humble and gave up his time for someone he didn’t even know.

Now I was a big fan of the Dream Junkies collective before but Ruslan’s interaction had my head spinning for a week or more. The thought that someone I had put stock in had taken time out to talk to me directly and valued my opinions was mind blowing. So it was that I wanted to replicate that for any followers that we managed to cultivate or attract.

Of course being a business podcast our followers are less music groupies and more aspiring and successful business people. This however does not negate the need to personally connect and I did this and still try very hard to do so. But once we passed 1,000 followers on Twitter and were gaining 15-20 a day it became very difficult to keep this ideal. It then became even more difficult to maintain relationships with our original listeners and followers as new ones rolled in.

I still attempt to personally connect with every single follower across FaceBook, Twitter, Tumblr, Anchor, Pinterest and Minds - phew! I have definitely missed some people and I apologise if this was you but when you reach a certain point and keep gaining does personal contact become impossible? I mean you don’t see Apple or McDonalds reaching out to every single customer in the way that a local dry cleaner or food market would or could.

I still believe this is important but when there is more important things to do in your business that will actually generate profits and income they will fall away. I do not disagree with this as a business operating at a loss is not really a business and definitely not ideal but how then do we go about engaging people en masse?

Just like Sway I dont have the answers so get into your Yeezy headspace and give me your thoughts. Help us as we all embrace this enormous challenge.

iv-a. i knew i loved you then

but you’d never know
ft. akashi seijuurou

Characters are adults here, think late twenties. I also think this is longer than the other stories in Cantabile, because *inspiration*!


Originally posted by butteryplanet

Maybe everything happened because of fate.

The recital hall is packed, and you’re not exaggerating when you say it literally looks like a sea of people. The traffic was hectic, which lead to your almost late arrival. You regret not being able to meet your student to give her encouragement, but thankfully her mobile was reachable just a couple of minutes ago, so you were able to cheer her on through a simple phone call. 

You’re struggling to find an empty seat—the lights are dim, making it harder for you to look for one. Eventually you see one empty seat right beside the aisle, a man sitting on the seat next to it. You walk over in a slightly faster pace than you’re used to, not wanting the seat to be taken by someone else.

“Excuse me,” you say, grabbing his attention, “is this seat taken?”


Shocking scarlet eyes look back at you in mild surprise. He looks your age, somewhere between mid- and late-twenties, though his face might pass for early-twenties instead. He’s dressed formally, like most of the people attending the recital, including you. When he speaks, his tone is professional and dignified:

“No, please.”

You smile, relieved and thankful, as you shuffle into your seat, fixing your clothes as you’re seated. You murmur your gratitude, while he replies with a simple “you’re welcome”. Realizing that there’s still at least five more minutes until the show starts, you glance at him, pondering if you should make small talk.

Before you can decide, he beats you to it.

“What brings you here today?”

“Oh,” you blink, surprised at the initiative, “it’s my student, actually. She’s performing.”

His eyes shines with interest, that much is plain to see. A small smile graces his lips.

“Really. Instrument?”

“Piano. She’s playing Schumann today.”

He hums and nods, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“And what about you?” You ask.

“My friend’s daughter is playing,” he replies, “though I came here rather late, and I couldn’t seem to find him.”

“Wow, that’s unfortunate,” you say sympathetically, “did you get caught in the traffic or something?”

“Yes,” the redhead answers, shaking his head slightly at the memory of the traffic jam he experienced earlier. Owning a luxury sedan doesn’t make life easier in Tokyo. “I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”

“Same,” you sigh, “but at least we’re here now.”

The lights are dimmed down, and the two of you gather that the recital is about to start. Amongst the minimally lit room, however, you can see that the man has extended a hand.

“Akashi,” he says, “Akashi Seijuurou.”

It takes you two seconds into the handshake to offer you your own full name upon realizing that the person next to you is the CEO to an extremely successful company.


“How did you enjoy the performance?” Akashi asks you in the middle of the applause at the closing performance. You need to lean in a little bit to hear him, and your shoulder unintentionally touches his. He doesn’t seem to notice—if he does, he doesn’t look like he minds. You, on the other hand, have to mutter a simple apology, moving away before answering his question.

“It was intriguing,” you reply, slowly stopping your own applause, “some of the pieces were interpreted differently by their respective performers. I feel refreshed.” You smile, standing up the same time as he does. It seems like Akashi is going to at least walk out of the hall with you before parting ways, and with that in mind, you tread up the stairs with him by your side, exchanging banter mostly about the recital that just ended.

The light outside is almost blinding, since it is only 4 p.m. and the sun is still shining in the desaturated blue of the winter sky. You have to squint slightly a few moments upon exiting the dim hall to adjust your eyes. Akashi, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too bothered, and you notice just how he looks three times more captivating under the late afternoon sunlight.

“Your student performed brilliantly,” he compliments, “her teacher must be excellent, as well.” When he says that, he looks at you with mirth in his eyes. Is he teasing you? You can only chuckle and bashfully look down to the ground.

“Ah, speaking of which, I need to congratulate her,” you say, looking around outside the auditorium entrance to spot your student. She must be with her parents here somewhere.

“I suppose I should also say hello to my friend,” he replies. “But before you go, ___________-san…”

You turn to look at him writing something on what looks like a business card, before he hands it to you.

“I hope you don’t mind me giving you my personal number,” Akashi says with a smile. It is somehow different compared to the other smiles he’s sent you during the short period of time you’ve got to know each other—ever enigmatic, but somehow this time it’s more… gallant

“I’d like to get to know you more, perhaps over coffee or lunch. Call me if you’re free,” he says, before spotting someone from afar—green hair and tall stature makes someone much easier to find in a crowd. 

“And that would be my friend. Until next time, ___________-san.”

You’re in a standstill, his card still in your hand as you watch him walk away to greet his friend. Until next time, huh… he’s that confident that you’re going to call him. 

You can’t say he’s wrong. 


‘Getting to know each other’ ends up happening over lunch dates instead—he picks you up at 12.30 sharp every time, drives you to a restaurant that he recommends, and you’d talk and eat for an hour. From the four lunch dates that he’s taken you to, you now know several things about him: that he knows how to play the violin, and his favorites are Bach and Brahms, and that he also knows how to play the piano (unsurprising, in your opinion). He used to play basketball in high school—you know the whole story—and you know of his family. You know that he likes tofu soup, and a bunch of other things that would take a whole day to describe.

When you see him through the window of the classroom you’re teaching in, you can’t be any more surprised. 

“Can you complete number 5 and 7, too? I will check your answers when you’re done with everything,” you tell your student, who replies with a simple “okay” before you walk to get the door, closing it once you’re out of the room. The look on Akashi’s face tells you that he’s entertained by your shocked expression.

“Akashi-san, what are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too,” Akashi says, holding out a small, simple bouquet of red tulips. Knowing him, who likes things of extravagance and class, he probably doesn’t want you to look unprofessional in your work place. 

“I thought I could pay you a surprise visit,” he continues.

“Well, you succeeded on that,” you reply, holding the flowers in your hands, “and you shouldn’t have, really.”

“I wanted to,” he smiles. You have to hold in the urge to blush.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“You’re welcome.”

Silence sets in the two of you for a few seconds, and you certainly aren’t able to gauge the look on Akashi’s face while your eyes keep looking anywhere but him.

“I was wondering if you’re free for dinner tomorrow night?” Akashi asks, a casual hand in his pocket.

“Yes, I am,” you say, “are you picking me up?”

“Of course,” he replies smoothly as he flashes one of those dangerously charming smiles to you. You thought that seeing it more often for the past three weeks would make you somewhat immune to it, but his charm, if anything, gets even stronger. Or is it you who is getting weaker?  “Is seven alright?”

“Yes, that works just fine,” you say, smiling back at him. He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, like he always does before and after a date with you—you told him you thought only people in the olden days did that, and he laughed. This time, however, you don’t comment. The pink on your cheeks tell him everything he needs to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You wave him goodbye as he walks away from the classroom towards the exit—the front desk must’ve told him you’re almost done with this class and let him in. You hope the other teachers weren’t around to see that… Opening the door to your classroom with the bouquet in your hands, you see your student still twirling the pencil in his hand, and when he looks up at you, he’s mildly surprised at the bunch of flowers you’ve got.

“How are we going along?”

“Sensei, was that your boyfriend?” The boy teases, grinning mischievously with curiosity in his eyes. You burst out laughing.

“He’s… someone I’ve known for a while. Now, if the question asks you to identify the tempo in Mälzel’s Metronome—”


The dinner was splendid, even Akashi has to admit at least that. He told you beforehand that the restaurant isn’t really one you can enter without complying to a certain dresscode, which took you by surprise, but he must say that you look gorgeous with that outfit on. He just has to examine you from head to toe another time, you sitting quietly in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, looking out the night lights of the city. 

Akashi is never one to quickly jump into things that is uncertain. He does make swift decisions, but all of them are accurate, precise, calculated, and always right. 

So when he thinks meeting you is love in first sight, that might as well be the truth.

It wasn’t all flowers and pink auras in your first meeting, that’s for sure, but he remembers exactly how it felt when his eyes met yours. There’s something different, and a voice inside him (his conscience, or his demons?) telling him that you’re different. Of course he included the possibility of being physically attracted to you, which is a very natural thing considering how appealing you are, but he’s never one to be simply allured by looks.

After various processes in his mind, he concluded that the butterflies in his stomach can only be the product of the so-called love at first sight. 

“Akashi-san, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” You ask, a small smile on your face. Trying to guess where he’s taking you makes it all the more exhilarating—you haven’t felt this way in a very long while.

“My home,” he answers, and before you can retaliate or question him, or think of other more suggestive possibilities, he continues. 

“I want to show you something.”


When he brings back a violin case to the living room where you’re sat, you gasp. He can only smile back, taking extreme delight in your shock.

He’s going to play for you.

And it’s not like you’ve never heard someone play the violin. You’ve been to many violin performances, the recital where the two of you met counts as one, but to have someone that is a romantic interest to perform in front of you, just the two of you

It has to be a serenade.

He elegantly holds the instrument up, his fingers delicately hovering over the strings, and as his right hand starts to move the bow across the instrument, you find yourself surprised yet again.

Liebestraum.

“Love’s Dream”, so it is called, by Liszt. It is a classic piano piece, you’ve never heard it on the violin before, but the melody sounds so enchanting when Akashi plays it. The room is quiet, and the sound of the instrument resonates so beautifully in the midst of the silence, letting you hear each and every note clearly. 

It’s his confession of love.

Akashi is deep in concentration as he plays, so when his scarlet eyes look up at you from the violin, you can’t find it in you to look away. He’ll only gaze at you for so long before returning back to playing, eyelids fluttering once in a while as his fingers dance to the theme of the song. He said that he hasn’t played for a while… did he practice for this? Visions of him playing the violin somewhere in his mansion, alone, spending an hour or two for this piece—it grips your heart so strongly.

When the main melody is repeated in a higher octave, you know that the song is about to end, but it sounds so sad and beautiful that it makes your eyes water, hand cupping your mouth to prevent whatever unelegant sound you’re about to make. The piece reaches a romantic conclusion, like the last word written in a book, or a couple exchanging sacred three words. 

Akashi exhales, puts down the instrument and looks to you to gauge reaction.

Instead of the applause he’s expecting, he sees you walking towards him and cupping his face with both hands before kissing him.

It’s something that he returns whole-heartedly, of course, for he’s sure his heart has never felt that close to bursting at the seams. The touch of your lips are initially soft and tender, but something in him decides to take more of you, and his hand moves to your waist to press you against his body. His mouth moves against yours in a passionate dance, encasing your bottom lip in his to suck on it, while he has a hand behind your head to pull you impossibly closer to him.

He wouldn’t have stopped if it weren’t for the wetness he feels against your cheek.

“You’re crying,” Akashi says after slowly pulling away, his finger wiping away the tears, only to find more of them streaming down your cheeks. You sigh helplessly before resting your face against his chest, inadvertently inhaling his scent.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “that was just… beautiful, I don’t know what else I can say—”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says, chuckling a little bit, and you can feel the vibrations deep in his chest. 

“I—did you—Akashi-san, how long—”   

“Please, call me Seijuurou,” he cuts you off, patting your head lovingly in attempts to calm you down. “I shall also call you  ___________, if you wish.”

“Seijuurou,” you begin again, and he prays to heavens that you don’t catch the way his heart beats like a hammer against his ribcage when he hears you say his name, “how long did you spend practicing for this?”

“That’s a secret I can’t tell,” Akashi answers, mischief apparent in his gaze. You pout, disappointed at the answer, but you lean up to kiss him again nonetheless, this time with your arms wrapped around his shoulder. Akashi’s lips curl into a subtle smirk against the kiss, and when your mouth opens slightly as a form of invitation, he wants nothing more than to accept.

When you part, your eyes are half-lidded, and Akashi can’t decide if it’s from lust or love before he concludes that it’s both.

“Aka—Seijuurou, are we…”

“A couple?” He finishes your sentence for you when he senses you trailing off, and then dips down to your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “Yes, we are. I’d like you to be mine.”

“Mmm,” you hum in both agreement and pleasure from his treatment, “I’d like that too.”

Scarlet eyes look deep into yours, and he sees love in them just like you see love in his—it’s just a matter of time until the two of you feel right to say it out loud. For now, his violin has initiated the conversation, and you’re speaking with your eyes, with how you admire his face and how he watches your lips move as you speak. For now, the two of you will just bask in romance’s dream.

A time will come in the future when he’ll say he fell in love with you first and you had no idea, but that’s for later, Akashi decides.    

A Broken Heart and a Boy on a Couch

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

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Chanyeol scenario | Angst

PART 1 | PART 2

Summary: A guilt-ridden Chanyeol attempts to fix things with you.


The minute Chanyeol walked into the room he shared with Kyungsoo and Jongin, he sensed something was wrong.

“That was some sick party, huh?” he said grinning, flopping down onto his bed, attempting at making conversation.

Kyungsoo looked up from his phone. “She saw,” he said, staring right into Chanyeol’s eyes, his face unreadable.“What are you talking about?” said Chanyeol, confusion evident on his face.

“Y/N,” said Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol quickly replayed the entire evening in his head. You and him had had an argument. You had stormed off. After that he hadn’t seen you.

Kyungsoo, sensing that he still didn’t have a clue, sighed. “The girl, Chanyeol. She saw you with that girl,” he said, wearily.

Fuck.

Immediate panic flared up on Chanyeol’s face. “Wh-where is she?”

“I dropped her home.”

Cursing, Chanyeol grabbed his car keys. “How do I fix this, man?” he said, shaking head, looking stricken. 

“I don’t know, Chanyeol. I don’t know.”


Over the past year of dating you, Park Chanyeol had realized two things about himself. One, that he was hopelessly in love with you, and two, that he was so in love that he was afraid. He was afraid to commit.

Commitment was something he had never known. He had never experienced a serious relationship, and now that he was in one, he was a mess. Two months ago, he’d met a young SM trainee at an event. Of course, she was immensely attractive, and being the fool he was, he fell for her flirtatious ways.

The first time he kissed her, his heart had pounded with the guilt of what he’d done. Coming home to you and wrapping you up in his arms, he’d promised himself, that it was ridiculous, it wouldn’t happen again.

But it happened, over and over. Each time he was left with guilt so strong he felt as through his heart was being pierced through and through with a needle. Every time, he’d face the terrifying thought of you leaving him if you found out.

And now you had.

Chanyeol’s hands were shaking as he pushed open the door of his car. He ran across the street and into your apartment building.  It was 2 AM, but he didn’t care if you were asleep. He needed to see your face, or he was going to fall apart. His breaths were coming in short gasps, and the reality of the situation was hitting him harder every passing minute.

Taking the stairs two at a time he stopped in front of your door. Hand hesitating in front of the doorbell, he finally pressed it.  Come on, Y/N, come on.

Inside, you woke up with a start. Leaning over to check your phone, you did a double take looking at the time.  Who would it be at this time of night?

Sudden worry consuming you, you hurriedly rushed over to your door, and without looking into the peephole, opened it.

Big mistake.

“Y/N,” he was saying, his voice breaking. Before you could react, he was inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Get out,” you said taking care to keep your voice extremely steady.

“No,” he was saying. “No, yo-you have to listen to me,” he said grabbing your hands.

Pulling your hands out of his grip, you took a few steps back. Very slowly, you said, “I-I don’t have any energy left. Just leave, please.”

Chanyeol shook his head. “I never slept with her,” he whispered. “I need you to know that, you have to believe that.”

You closed your eyes. You felt as though all of this was a dream. You wanted to cry, and it was taking everything you had to keep the tears in. You weren’t going to cry for him anymore.

Seemingly encouraged by your lack of reaction, Chanyeol pressed on. “I-I met her two months ago. She’s an SM trainee. Sh-she approached me first, asking for advice. I-I got carried away, with the comeback near, I-I don’t know what happened to me.”

You felt weak, as if your legs were about to give way. You found yourself shakily sitting down on your couch. Chanyeol instantly sat down next to you.

“What happened tonight, I felt bad the minute you walked away,” he said.

You almost laughed. “You felt bad did you? So bad, that you didn’t even fucking know that I had left. You felt so guilty, that you didn’t bother to call me after, didn’t bother to sort it out?” you spat out.

“I-I thought it would be less embarrassing to the both of us, avoiding a scene there. I-I thought I would let you cool off before calling you tomorrow,” he said.

“You’re pathetic,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he said, his voice breaking. “I love you so much, it scares me. I felt flimsy, careless with that stupid girl. I didn’t care about the feelings, Y/N. The feelings scare the shit out of me. I’m a child. But I have to learn, I-I need to learn, with you,” he said; now taking his face into his hands.

You were out of words to say. You felt tired.

“I don’t know how else to explain myself,” said Chanyeol, looking up. To your surprise, his eyes were moist. “I know I fucked everything up, and I don’t even know how to apologize. All I know is that I can’t lose you.”

“Stop,” you said softly. “If you thought we were moving too fast, if you were so afraid of a serious relationship, you could have just told me, Chanyeol. Did it never occur to you that maybe I felt the same way? That all of this was new for me too? I didn’t go and cheat on you as a way of trying to make sense of everything,” you said, a single tear running down your cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He was beginning to cry too. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Your head was a mess. Admittedly, you found yourself understanding him. A tiny voice was saying no relationship is a perfectly smooth road, this is just a relatively large speed bump. If you love him, forgive him.
Another, fiercer voice, was saying, all those times, when you confronted him, he lied. He lied, over and over. If he was so guilty, why didn’t he just confess?

You felt like a fool. Every cell in your brain was telling you that forgiving him wouldn’t solve anything. But deep, deep down in your heart, you were still yearning for him. You still loved him.

Finally, you said, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want yo-I want us to figure this out,” he said, shakily wiping his cheeks. “Together.”

You shook your head. “I need time. I need time to heal. I-I don’t think I can do that with you right now.”

Chanyeol looked grief-stricken.
“You should go,” you said, taking a deep breath. Chanyeol closed his eyes. Then he nodded.

“I love you,” he whispered, yet again, and leaning over, he kissed your forehead.

Flinching, you stood up. As Chanyeol walked to your door, you felt your heart breaking. With one last look back at you, he let himself out of the house. Somehow, even though you were far from happy, you knew you had made the right decision. 

Your broken heart would take time to heal, with or without the help of the boy in the car and the boy on the couch. 


A/N: I know that was sort of an abrupt ending, but it feels right to end it like that…ending with forgiveness would have just been too easy, don’t you think? Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you liked it x

‘Excerpts from Journal #4’

rating: gen
word count: 3229
summary: A first-person view of Stanford Pines’ initial thoughts and discoveries of the strangest anomalies of all—his own family.
a/n: before i say anything else, this wonderful fic wasn’t written by me, but @theaustinstollhaus
he popped out of a hole in the internet like a weird genie and took me up on a fanfic request, follow him. seriously all the credit goes to him, but he insisted i post it.

the foundation/inspiration that lead to the making of this was this post, which i’m sure a lot of you might remember.

(personally when i first read this i was so blown away by how delightfully and humorously in-character it is, almost as if these were excerpts from the actual journal and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did <3)

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Overprotective Jeonghan

Overprotective jeonghan please? THANKIES ❤ (requested by anon)

I tried writing this in a way where jeonghan isn’t possessive, just a little uncomfortable seeing so many guys around you. Thanks for requesting! 

You pretty much have a lot of guys in your every day environment as you are taking up an engineering course. Being in a male dominated course, you naturally attracted some attention from the boys. With that being said, your boyfriend’s protective instinct has become obvious. He didn’t know that you were that popular, until one day he visited you in school. It was a surprise visit, being the sweet boyfriend he is.

Jeonghan made his way into your school 15 minutes before your class ended and he even bought you a small bouquet of flowers. He was idling around when he spotted you coming out of the lecture hall and was just about to approach you when he saw a few of your male classmates standing fairly close to you. You seemed really close to them and even kept laughing about stuff that jeonghan didn’t know about. Also, you even hit one of them on the shoulder playfully. You were having a fun time with the boys, and jeonghan had no idea you had so many male friends, which of course, wasn’t a problem, but he just felt a little salty. After all, he just wanted to be the one who makes you smile most of the time.

Jeonghan hesitated about walking up to you but before he made any move, you caught notice of him.

“Jeonghan??” you gasped upon seeing him, “oh my god what are you doing here?” you ran towards him.

“To surprise you,” your boyfriend said with a smile as you tugged onto his arm, and felt so much better knowing that you were holding onto him in front of the other guys.

He gave you the flowers and you couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear.

“Is this your boyfriend, jeonghan?”

“She talks about you a lot,”

Your classmates kept butting in and spilling all your secrets, and jeonghan was amazed by the fact that you kept mentioning him in school. You, on the other hand, was blushing slightly, hoping the boys would shut up and leave both of you alone.

“Guys get going now,” you glared at them playfully, and they took the hint and waved goodbye.

“I’m so sorry, my friends are like that,” you apologised to jeonghan after they left.

“You have a lot of guys around you yeah? Seems like you’re pretty popular, must be having fun,” your boyfriend sounded salty, and you caught a glimpse of his eyes reflecting jealousy.

“They’re just friends,” you reassured him.

“But I can see that some of them really like you,”

“Yeah I like them too, as a friend,”

“No, I mean like in that way,”

“Yoon jeonghan,” you said and stopped walking, then continued, “are you perhaps, jealous?”

“I don’t know, am I?” jeonghan raised a brow.

“You know you don’t have to be, right? You’re my boyfriend and I love you,” you held his arm.

“I know, and I love you too, but there are so many guys around you, and… it’s just a little uncomfortable, but it’s fine,”

You could hear a mixture of saltiness, bitterness, jealousy, and a tad bit of disappointment from his tone, and you understood where he was coming from, and you were also thankful that he wasn’t overreacting and being possessive over you.

“I just need you to know that I only love you, trust me okay?”

“Of course I trust you,”

“Then that’s good enough. I’m so fortunate to have such a sweet boyfriend who would surprise me with flowers after school, how can I not love you?” you teased and kissed jeonghan on his cheeks, hoping no one else witnessed that.

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Ship: Yoongi/Suga - Taehyung/V
Rating: Explicit
Type: Fluff, Angst, Smut
Status: One Shot
Warnings: Sex
Summary:
In which seven friends take a trip to California, and Yoongi has to put up with Taehyung being… himself.
Meaning, of course, annoyingly attractive, way too cuddly, and a little bit breathtaking.

Link: Read it here

alinicole89  asked:

PROMPT TIME ok, Fleurmione with either "We both woke up in a creepy basement chained to the wall and neither of us know how the fuck we got here but we gotta escape au" or "I messed around with an artefact at the museum you work at and now I’m cursed, please help me, no one believes me au"

Hermione remembered her.

She was actually rather hard to forget. She was single-handedly the most beautiful women Hermione had ever seen in her life, first of all, not to mention she was french, and when she visited the museum and joined Hermione’s tour group everything she saw made her face light up like Christmas. Hermione had nearly fucked up the tour because of it–the tour she had been giving over and over for about four years, yes, that is the tour she almost completely butchered because of the pretty woman who got excited at museums–but just because Hermione might’ve fallen just a little bit in love with her at that moment, that did not means he was interested in hearing her complain about men being attracted to her.

Of course men were attracted to her, just look at her.

“Um, I’m sorry, Miss–” Hermione started, trying to sound polite.

“My name is Fleur.” She told her.

“Fleur,” Hermione echoed, “I’m sorry–But there is no reason to believe you are cursed simply because men have taken an interest in you–”

“You are not listening to me,” Fleur snapped, and Hermione felt herself bristle immediately at the tone, “It is not about men being attracted to me–the moment I touch them they lose their minds–”

“Have you tried…not touching them?” Hermione offered. Fleur glared at her.

“No one believes me,” She said quietly, shaking her head and directing her eyes somewhere over Hermione’s shoulder, and Hermione was horrified to see she looked like she was about to cry. 

“Fleur,” She started gently, “As far as I know, there is nothing here you could have touched that would…curse you–”

“I will prove it to you,” Fleur said stubbornly, her fingers catching Hermione’s wrist and Hermione almost flinched at the contact, “That man,” Fleur said, pointing at Malfoy at the entrance of the museum, selling tickets, “He is gay, non?”

Hermione hesitated. “Um–yes–”

“Yes.” Fleur echoed, pulling Hermione behind her as she confidently approached the welcome desk, stopping in front of Malfoy who glanced up from the screen of his computer and started to smile, before he saw Hermione at her side and his smile promptly fell. “Bonjour,” Fleur greeted, holding out her hand to greet him with a handshake. “I am Fleur Delacour, it is lovely to meet you.”

Hesitantly, glancing at Hermione in confusion, Malfoy reached for her hand. “Uh–” He started, “Yes, alright, I am–”

But he stopped, and Hermione was certain she had never felt so horrendously uncomfortable as when she watched Malfoy’s pupils dilate as he wrapped his hand with more purpose around Fleur’s and practically attacked her.

“Whoa–” Hermione jerked at the panicked squeak that left Fleur’s mouth, muffled by Malfoy’s lips, “Malfoy stop–Malfoy–” Hermione wedged her hands in between them, violently shoving the two of them apart. Malfoy went flying back into his chair, which promptly fell over and left him sprawled on the floor.

Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at Fleur as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “Jesus–” She heard Malfoy gripe, getting up off the ground, “What the fuck just happened–Granger, did you push me–”

“Do you believe me?” Fleur asked, quiet and desperate, “Please tell me you believe me–I am not doing this–”

“Uh–I–” Hermione shook her head, still trying to blink away the mental image of Malfoy’s lips on Fleur’s, hungry and desperate and– “I–yes–”

Fleur let out a surprised, relieved sort of cry, her hands gripping Hermione’s shoulders and her lips suddenly pressed against Hermione’s cheek, then the other, smiling wide and beautiful and excited, “Thank you–” She said graciously, “Thank you–will you help me? Please, if I so much as brush against someone on the train, they–”

“Uh–” Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was staring between the two of them as if they were both insane .Hermione tentatively moved Fleur away as she spoke, “I don’t know how much help I’ll be–”

“Any help is better than doing this alone,” Fleur insisted, “Please–”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you.” Hermione cut her off, “Just that I’m not sure what I can do.” She averted her eyes because Fleur looked so phenomenally grateful it was making her a bit uncomfortable, and she could still feel the burn of her lips on her cheeks, “Is there anything else that you noticed–something that made you think you were…cursed?”

“Yes.” Fleur answered quickly, as if she had been waiting for her to ask. “There is a woman, at night.”

Hermione hesitated. “Woman?” She clarified.

“Yes.” Fleur said, “I think she is dead.”

Hermione blinked for a moment in silence, “Oh for god’s sake.” She muttered after a deep, calming breath, “Okay–okay, just–tell me about the dead woman.”

anonymous asked:

I always laugh when homosexual is tagged as a slur by users who identify themselves as queer, bisexual, pansexual, or asexual. Yes, everything connected to homosexuality is touched by homophobia! Maybe they'd empathize with the fact they can use the scientific words for their sexuality but they think we can't. I'm a proud homosexual and I'm not ashamed. Thank you for your blog.

Excellent point. I don’t think anyone has made the claim that bisexual, asexual, pansexual, etc. are slurs. The reason homosexual has such a negative connotation is because being exclusively same-sex attracted is so taboo and of course it’s what conversion therapy aims to “fix.” If a bisexual, for instance, was subjected to conversion therapy, only their same-sex attraction would be targeted and their opposite-sex attraction would be encouraged.

But you know, if these other sexualities can take pride in their ____sexual label, then so can we. I love being homosexual. I’ll say it loud and proud no matter how much non-gay people try to say it’s a slur.

-Mod Noel

anonymous asked:

Is it possible to be a bi girl but only ever liked guys

Of course. Being bi means that you are attracted to both girl and boy, the fact that until now, you only fell for men doesn’t make you any less bisexual than if you had fell for both.


Don’t pressure yourself too much, though. Sometimes, bisexual people are mainly attracted to the opposite gender at the beginning of their self research because of internalized homophobia caused by our society. That’s why you shouldn’t pressure yourself to fell for women, give you time and if, in the end, you realize that you just weren’t bisexual but straight then it’s okay too.

IV. King [M]

Originally posted by yoonkooks

NamjoonxReader, 4508 words, smut

I. Ace | II. Joker | III. Queen


Jin could feel the heat radiating from the pavement underneath his feet, the wind from the ocean doing little to make the temperatures any more bearable. He was reminded of Abu Dhabi and the relentless desert sun and the flickering air on the race track. However, compared to Abu Dhabi, his outfit today was a lot more casual – T-shirt and shorts – in order to blend in with the masses of kids, families, and tourists swarming the beach of Haeundae.

He stopped when the phone in his pocket started to ring and stepped off to the side, his feet immediately sinking into soft, white sand.

“Yes?”

“Where are you?”

Jin adjusted his sunglasses and looked around as if to confirm his location first. “Busan.”

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of course being attractive to men shouldn’t be the center of dark skin women’s existence but in western patriarchal society attractiveness is pretty much key to how women get treated so to pretend men not finding dark skin attractive doesn’t bleed into how dark skin women end up getting treated is deliberately obtuse and ineffective.

Disney Patent ‘Alters Rides’ Based on Passenger Emotions

OBJ reports: A new Disney patent, titled “Sensing and Managing Vehicle Behavior Based on Occupant Awareness” looks at a way to read riders’ emotions or pre-determined interests to customize ride experiences. For example, the patent states that via a camera on the vehicle or a wearable ID device — say Disney’s MagicBands — a ride system could read rider facial expressions such as being excited or bored, and then alter the course of the attraction to increase/decrease speed, spin more or less often, change the tone of display scenery and/or more to improve the ride for guests.

“The technology would allow rides to adjust show content appropriate for pre-teens, teenagers or adults; or for thrill-seeking and non thrill-seeking passengers. The control system may also operate the vehicle to address (e.g. even solve in some cases) motion sickness issues for passengers such as by adjusting speed or movement patterns of a vehicle. [Through RFID or some other identifying system] access one or more ride experience goals (or expectations) for the occupant.

For example, the occupant may simply desire transportation while in the automated trackless vehicle and, hence, will not be wanting to interact with to be entertained by external display systems. In other cases, though, the occupant may have provided goals/expectations (e.g. by completing a questionnaire on a website or the like) that indicate they want to be educated during the ride, be entertained in a particular manner during the ride, be informed of sales on services or merchandise during the ride, and so on. In the same or other cases, the goals/expectations may indicate whether the ride experience” should be thrilling, as smooth as possible, or something in between, said the patent.  

The technology may add more speed changes, spins and sharp corners for riders who seem bored or have provided prior information that they enjoy thrill rides. In addition, the patent states it may be able to sense passenger comfort levels such as temperature and alter the air-conditioning of the ride to make it more pleasant.