Omg I finally finished ! My first short comic, I’m so proud ;A;
The beautiful idea with Jumin and pancakes comes from @serensama with this drabble ! You can found here !
snjfnajnklsna I love you & your fanfiction so much, I’m stalking you in secret lol.Jumin: To Misunderstand #4 made me cry, I was a mess ;; Please keep up the super job ! THIS COMIC WOULD HAVE NEVER COME TO LIFE WITHOUT YOU ♥
@jumin-love thanks to her to explain me how to do photoset ! I’m a noob my god.
P.S. If you find mistakes, please tell me ! English is not my first language ORZ.
A/N: hnnnnngh your idea is so fucking cute and yes for cuddling up to him while he readSSSSSS and okay I think i know how to finish this (not that your ending isn’t any good though! It’s still perfect <3). Lets collab, friend!!!
This is like a straight injection of sugar to the feels lololol.
Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. All of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other. Glenn made the decision, Rick. I was just following his lead.
Okay first, I am very proud of everyone who made it to Wanna-One. They all worked extremely hard and they do deserve it. But. Let. Me Fucking. Rant
• someone explain to me how my angel Kim Jonghyun ended up being 14th when he has constantly been at the top and has almost NEVER wanted the spotlight
• this man has suffered so much. this man has constantly blamed himself for anything wrong that has happened. he blamed NU'EST not becoming successful on him. he blamed all the hardships and mistakes on him and said that he was not a good enough leader
• so Korea and MNET please explain to me why he did not make it
• Minhyun was fcking crying and it breaks my heart so much how he is going to be separated from people who are basically his brothers for two years. it breaks my heart even further how NU'EST can’t do anything for two years unless they promote as four (which is unlikely)
• was so highkey tense when watching and now i’m in a puddle of my own tears
• also explain how Kim Samuel, a boy who has been a trainee since he was actually a baby (not literally), had to drop out of being in Seventeen because he was too young, is one of the most talented boys I’ve ever seen, did not make it and was ranked 18th
To be more positive:
• Daehwi. My smol child. I cried when he saw his mom and I cried when he got third :’)
• AUNT JISUNG!!
What's it like being an animator for your career? *someone currently working towards a degree in animation*
Oh gosh, the infamous “what’s it like” question… where do I even start?
First of all, it’s a lot of work. Don’t let the whole “art career” thing fool you – it’s easily as much work as, say, a career in law, but the workload is of a much, MUCH different nature. If you genuinely enjoy animation, it’s a dream, ‘cuz that’s LITERALLY ALL YOU DO all day. If you’re only halfheartedly into it, though… it’s a nightmare.
I’ve said this to people before, but I’ll reiterate it here: a career in animation is only for you if animation is literally your life. It’ll drive you nuts if it’s any less than the thing you enjoy the absolute most, because I won’t lie to you – it’s INCREDIBLY tedious, and again, it’s A LOT of work.
Not to mention, you do have to be careful – there are some studios and clients out there who will take advantage of you, especially if you’re fresh in the industry or just out of college. Always do your research on a studio or client first, see if they have any history with other employees in the industry, and know the value of your work. Never work for any less. (There’s a studio right in this area that’s notorious for underpaying its employees, and I’ll be happy to name it to people privately – just not publicly.)
Now, that all aside? If you really do love animation, this job is a dream. The pay isn’t exactly the highest, but it’s the work that makes it worthwhile. At the end of the day, no matter how infuriating the shots you’ve been given, you’ve spent the whole day bringing something to life, and you get paid to do it.
The studio is full of like-minded people, and though interests and personalities vary widely, you’re all here for the same reasons, and you’re all on the same team making one final product, and when you get to see what you’ve made all put together… the screening days are my favorites, man. Everybody’s so happy to see the episode done, and we’re all laughing our asses off at the jokes we’ve already heard a million times, just trying to get the lipsync just so. And good gravy, when That One Shot comes on screen and it turned out so perfect, people cheer. It’s surreal.
A mutual: Dr.Flug has a silly name don’t you think? And so does his alter ego, Dr.Slug? What were we (the fandom) thinking? Like WhiteHat makes sense because duh but really
Me: Isn’t it like 4am ish where you are
Dumb person who needs to sleep: That’s not the point of this conversation, we need to talk about the absurd name choices the fandom came up with
Me, An Intellectual : Wait Flug means flight in German
A praised Mutual: Oh no your thinking of things I’ll go to sleep please don’t think
And so Fallen Angel!Dr.Flug with wings (and also Headless!Flug w/ the smoke
coming out because yes) Because that airplane is literally symbolism and just imagine the floof and softness of his wings or even better their like wilted but yet still beautiful in that “broken but it’s perfect” kinda way
Think about it
(I have a need to write a fanfic about this)
word count: 2,185 words story peek: “you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless” based off of the song fearless by taylor swift
The rain had always been her favorite kind of weather. The smell always brought a smile to her face and she loved the way raindrops felt on her cheekbones. There was also something, she had noticed, about the way the pavement looked right after a rainstorm. The light from outside made it glow, and if anything she felt like the scent of it only increased. On this particular day, her and Peter had gone out to the nearby café for hot chocolate. The hot beverage warmed her hands in contrast to the cooler weather outside. She insisted on getting a table by the window and Peter didn’t argue because it made her happy.
When she heard the first raindrop hit the glass window, her head snapped towards it to see the downpour of rain begin. A wide smile made its way onto her face and Peter stared at her. He was completely infatuated with her. The twinkle in her eyes when it rained. The way her nose got this slight crinkle in the bridge when she smiled that wide. When it really began to downpour, Peter stood up, insisting that they should get back soon before Aunt May started to worry. Peter hurried and tried to run to his car while she lagged behind. The rain had soaked them both to the bone the minute they stepped outside, but she didn’t care. She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, giggles falling past her lips as she clumsily twirled, letting the rain run down her cheeks and the slope of her nose.
Peter turned around and smiled widely at the sight in front of him. He grabbed his camera from the comfort of his car and focused it on his best friend. The sound of the shutter snapped her out of her daze and she turned her attention to Peter.
“Did you just take my picture?” she nearly had to yell to be heard over the rain. Peter only flashed her a cheeky smile and winked. The action sent her heart into overdrive and her already wet palms went clammy. Her cheeks already flushed from the cold outside, grew darker as she smiled back at him. He placed the camera back in his car before walking over to her and grabbing her hand. He nearly had to force her out of the rain and into the car, knowing fully well that she just wanted to dance in the middle of the small parking lot, the raindrops dancing with her.
The heater was on full blast on the car ride back to Peter’s apartment. She could only hope Peter didn’t notice the pink flush still on her cheeks, despite her face returning back to its normal temperature. Peter had held her hand and even though he had done it many times before, it made her heart flutter. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to get caught up in her emotions in that moment. Her head turned to look at him as he drove. One of his hands released its grip on the wheel and he ran it through his wet hair, stray curls falling onto his forehead. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t help her heartbeat increase, as he unknowingly made her fall deeper in love with him.
As she turned to look back out the window she bit her lip again, cursing herself for how far deep she had fallen in.
The next week at school all (Y/N) saw left and right where homecoming proposals. Her heart yearned for Peter to ask her to the dance, her cheeks flaring just at the thought. She fidgeted with the lock on her locker before pulling it open. A small slip of paper fluttered down and she bent over to pick it up.
Meet me on the roof in 10 minutes. It’s urgent.
Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she read the note a few more times. She had Algebra next and she wasn’t exactly sure how her parents would react if they ever found out she ditched class to hang out with Peter on the roof of the school. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out deeply before shutting her locker and hurrying down the hall. Algebra could wait.
She peeked down the halls making sure no one noticed her before she slipped through the door leading to the roof. Her feet urgently ran up the stairs and she came up to the roof, the forewarning scent of rain in the air. She smiled yet was still confused when she saw Peter looking perfectly fine.
“Peter?” she called and he turned to face her, a daisy held in his right hand and a crooked smile on his face. She looked at the flower and back to him, before quirking an eyebrow up. He handed the flower to her and she took it, her eyes holding a small twinkle as she looked down at her favorite flower.
“I thought you said this was urgent, Pete,” she sighed, twirling the stem of the flower in her hands. His smile faltered slightly.
“Well, it is..sort of. I just I had something I wanted to ask you. You know, in private,” he rushed out his words and he noticed her face relax.
“Okay well, what is it?” she questioned. The tardy bell rang suddenly and she swallowed, realizing she was actually ditching Algebra. Peter also swallowed, except he was trying to swallow down his nerves so he could fearlessly ask her to homecoming.
“Well, I wanted to ask if you,” he trailed off, his nerves getting the best of him. Her anxiety was slowly burning through her veins as she stood there looking at him, still twirling the flower in her hands. The distant sound of thunder was heard and rain slowly started to sprinkle down. She laughed in her head, realizing this was just like High School Musical.
“I uh, do you, do you wanna dance?” Peter asked, cursing under his breath for not asking his actually question. Her face lit up and her cheeks flushed pink, but she smiled widely at him.
“But there’s no music,” she pointed out, and Peter inwardly groaned before pulling his phone out and putting one of her favorite Ed Sheeran songs on. Peter stole the daisy from her hands and placed it in her hair, before placing his right hand on her waist and grabbing her right hand in his left. Her own came to rest on his shoulder as he slowly danced her across the school rooftop. The rain fell down slowly, only dusting their clothes with small drops of water. A loud laugh suddenly fell past her lips and Peter smiled at the sound, even though he had been startled out of their comfortable silence.
“Sorry it’s just, this is almost exactly like that scene from High School Musical,” she giggled through the sentence and Peter laughed with her.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” he responded, releasing her waist and spinning her in a circle. She continued to laugh the sound more symphonic than the music playing in the background. Both of their hearts were beating in time with the music, the close proximity between them making their heads spin.
“So, I actually wanted to ask you something different,” Peter tentatively said. Her eyes poured into his, the twinkle only him and the rain made possible apparent.
“Oh yeah?” she asked, a small smile on her face.
“Yeah, I um,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “Will you go to homecoming with me?”
She nearly stepped on Peter’s foot as she looked at him in surprise.
“I mean you don’t have to, I just thought maybe you wanted to but-” she cut him off, pressing her lips against his heated cheek.
“I’d love to go to homecoming with you, Peter,” she flashed him an award winning smile and he found himself falling deeper in love with her. They stood there in the middle of the roof, before Peter slowly started to lean in. The end of class bell suddenly rang and she shyly looked down.
“We should probably get to class,” Peter said, grabbing his things and she nodded, grabbing her own. He grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs, before he walked her to her English class. She entered the class and took a seat next to the window. Her chin rested in her palm as she stared at the calming rain now pouring from the sky, suddenly wishing for nothing more than to know what it felt like to kiss her best friend.
On the day of homecoming, she felt like she was going to pass out from the combination of excitement and anxiety corroding her bloodstream. Her dress fell off her shoulders and loosely fit her frame down to a few inches above her knee. The midnight blue clothing was the best dress she had owned and she loved the way it looked on her. Her hair was curled in loose waves, and she kept her makeup simple. When Peter arrived, her mother insisted on taking as many pictures as possible and she was all too happy when they finally left.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Peter said as he walked her to his car. She gave him a wide smile, as he helped her into the passenger seat. As he drove the both of them to the dance, his hand held hers and she couldn’t help herself from smiling like a lunatic.
When they got to the dance (Y/N) laughed at the fact that it had started to rain, and it didn’t look like it was stopping any time in the future. Peter tried to pull her into the dance, his fingers intertwined with hers but she stopped him.
“Wait, Peter,” she said and he turned to look at her. The rain slowly began to deflate the curls in her hair and her mascara proved to not be as waterproof as it claimed as it smudged under her eyes. He raised his eyebrows in response.
“Can we, can we dance out here for a second?” she hesitantly asked. Peter only smiled at her and nodded. She could only roll her eyes and smile when Peter insisted on turning music on for the both of them, even though they could hear the music from inside the school. She wasn’t sure how it could get better than this. She was at homecoming with the boy of her dreams and it was nearly pouring down rain. Peter fearlessly grasped her hand and nearly dragged her headfirst into the middle of the parking lot. Her mind reeled and she was almost surprised that she would dance in the middle of a rainstorm in the best dress she owned.
The silver heels she wore made her the same height as Peter and it felt nice to finally be as tall as him for once. They danced around the parking lot, and only went inside when the rain had suddenly stopped altogether. They looked like a mess to everyone inside the gymnasium. Peter’s hair was dripping water, stray curls resting on his forehead. Her hair was soaking wet, and curling at the ends. Her makeup had smudged but she was still the most beautiful one there in Peter’s eyes.
When the dance was over, Peter drove her home and held her hand like before. She absentmindedly rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and simultaneously wished for the night to never end. Peter pulled up in front of her house and walked her to her door. They smiled at each other for a bit before she spoke up.
“I had fun tonight. Thanks for dancing in the rain with me,” she laughed and Peter grinned.
“Anything for you, darling,” Peter responded, confidence suddenly streaming through his blood. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she smiled at him. Her hands were shaking slightly and she was confused, her hands never shook before. As she stared into Peter’s eyes, she noticed his hands slowly grabbing onto her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Her hands found their way around his neck as her eyes flickered down to his mouth and back to his eyes.
A sudden surge of confidence overcomes her as she grabs the collar of Peter’s white button up and pulls his face to hers. Their lips brushed against each other’s before Peter pressed them fully against each other. Her hands still gripped his shirt collar, and his remained on her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Her first kiss was more than she imagined it would be with Peter. Sweet, flawless, charming, and absolutely fearless.
She entered her house and immediately went to her bedroom. When she shut the door she slid against it and smiled, her fingers ghosting over her lips where Peter’s had just been. She wasn’t sure how it could ever get any better than that moment. Peter definitely had his hold on her heart and was dragging her headfirst through love, both of them completely fearless.