but i spent 2 hours on it so i feel like i should at least upload it

what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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Ssamba’s Blog Post 3/17/17

Hello, this is Ssamba. ^^
Are you guys doing well? It looks like the weather has been getting better lately. Spring is slowly creeping up on us~
Due to the nice weather, I went to Jejudo with my mom. I left on Tuesday, and I came back yesterday afternoon hehe
I had a lovely time sightseeing.
My mom’s hometown is Jejudo. So I’ve always wanted to visit at least once with her.

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Why your art isn’t getting attention from professional clients. | Insight from a client’s perspective.

So a lot of you guys don’t know this, because I don’t like to show my hand, but I am actually an author and the leader of an independent business [we’re JUST getting started so nothing too flashy]; but we’ve got 2 major projects in the works and we’re going to work closely with a lot of artists/designers in the very near future.

As someone who’s been on the “other side” of it, actually seeking professional artists for quite some time, I thought I’d share some insight as to why you’re maybe not getting the responses you want when you submit your portfolio for jobs. 

1: You’re too young.

| When I tell my graphic designer to find an artist, one of the requirements I have is that you must be 18 years or older. I don’t do this to be “ageist”, but there are a lot of things we’d have to take into consideration if we were to work with a minor. Here are just some of my personal reasons why I don’t work with minors.

| +Do you have your parent’s permission? Yes its just drawing, but it’d be frustrating to have to constantly go through your parents every time we wanted to work with you. You are not able to sign any sort of legal documentation [such as a contract to grant us rights to the work] and therefore they’d have to sign for you. 

| +Time vs Workload. In the United States you are legally required to attend school until you are 16/17 years old. You being in class for 8 hours a day, then having homework plus whatever other obligations leaves you a very small window to work for us, vs someone who does artwork full time or controls their own schedule. 

| +Ethics. When adults interact with minors there is a certain set of boundaries and power dynamics that need to be observed. I require anyone who does ongoing work for us to provide a secondary means of communication other than email; this is to make sure we can reach them if there’re any problems. It’d be inappropriate for a high school student [you] to exchange contact information with us, 25-30 year olds. While I know my team and none of them would ever behave inappropriately, this is to protect both us and you. 

So I don’t work with minors period.

2: You require payment up front, but don’t want to sign a contract. 

| When I purchase something online, whether it be from a store’s website or Amazon, I don’t have any problems paying up front. This is because I know it is an accredited retailer with a lot of people and systems in place that ensure I receive what I pay for within a certain window, as required by law. There is also quality control which ensures that I get exactly what I was promised. 

There is no entity that holds you legally accountable aside from me. Even with a contract, the legal process is a strain on time, energy, and resources that could be better spent elsewhere. I’d have to get a lawyer. They’d have to review the contract. They’d have to determine if we have a case. We’d have to wait months for a reply and a court date, then we’d have to show up, and then pay said lawyer: meanwhile for all the time and money spent I could’ve just hired somebody else.

It’s time, its money, its an entire ordeal that isn’t even worth it for whatever work we’re getting 80% of the time anyways. “I promise!” is not sufficient for me to give you a portion of our very limited budget.

If you require your clients to pay anything before you start drawing: expect to sign a contract. 

3: You have no variety/You look just like everyone else.

| I have personally looked through over 140 portfolios submitted to me and I can tell you all but maybe 8 of them: Looked. Exactly. The. Same. Both to each other and to all the other work in your portfolio.

For example: I said I was looking for an anime-style artist for my dark fantasy novel. Every single artist except 8 who showed me their work only had cutesy doe-eyed anime girls posing with pastel colors. They had the same faces, the same body types, the same poses, etc. Which is fine if that what you like to draw. But if you submit to my ad and I’m wondering “okay, but can they do a fight scene? Can they do a different style [chibi? shounen? shojo? etc] What about clothes? Weapons? Different facial expressions? Poses? Different genders? 

[Seriously, why do so many of you only draw young girls/women? 

If I have any male characters (like the protagonist!) then you just disqualified yourself right off the bat! 

Please think about this when you’re putting your portfolio together!] 

Different ages? Different skin tones? Different body types? Hair Textures?” 

- Then I’m going to pick someone else.

No matter what kind of artist you are, variety is so important. Because even if someone says “I need somebody to draw a lamp!” and all you literally draw is lamps- somebody else just submitted a portfolio that looks like an Ikea catalog. Why should I pick your lamps? Especially if all your lamps look the same. If all you draw is one thing and you have no range, it looks amateurish compared to someone who can do what you can plus more.

Telling me “I can draw guys!” when your portfolio doesn’t have one guy in it, vs someone who has male and female characters at the very least- right away I’m looking at them over you. 

| +You never know what someone is looking for. Don’t show them only what you think they’d want to see. It’s always best to show them a little bit of everything you can do. Your portfolio speaks for you. No matter what you tell me, the evidence is right in front of my face. Make sure your portfolio is always an accurate reflection of your skill and range. 

4. You come across as unprofessional.

| This one is a little bit harder to define, but please make sure you present yourself as a professional. Even if you’ve never done this before, approach it like a job interview because it essentially is. 

| +Always use proper spelling/grammar to the best of your ability. At least at first, then once you become more familiar feel free to relax a little. But you want to show people you’re taking this opportunity seriously. Someone who puts effort into their communication vs “lol ok xD” simply looks better. Your personal page/website can have whatever, but the important question you should ask is “how do I want to present myself?” If you come across like you don’t care about whatever you’re doing for me, I’m going to assume you don’t.

| +Keep your page/website active. If your page looks dead then you may get passed over for someone who appears more “present”. It can be as simple as having a blog update every once in a while or uploading a quick sketch of something, or even having a link to a twitter. Something where clients can see “Oh hey, this person is still around.” Even when there’s nothing going on, always try to have recent updates. 

| +Avoid harsh negatives. This is the big secret right here folks! Having your own set of guidelines and boundaries is important for anyone. However, if the first thing someone sees when they go to your page is a giant list of things you “ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT DO!” it makes you appear inflexible. 

A technique I suggest is one I call the “vague refusal”, at least when it comes to professional quarries. Instead of, for example, “NO PORN” a better phrase is “Unfortunately, I’m unable to accept work with sexually explicit themes at this time; however feel free to contact me with any other ideas you have!” This communicates 3 very important things.

|++1: That you understand and sympathize with the client’s needs [Even if you don’t really].

|++2: That you are not necessarily unWILLing, but unABLE [wording is important!]. Even if you’re unable because you’re unwilling- never say you wont, only that you cant. If they ask why then feel free to say whatever, but if a client is professional then they will not challenge your refusal.

|++3: That although you cannot do those things, there are lots of other things you CAN do, and you invite clients to approach you.

[This is a technique often used when it comes to rejection emails.]

“Hi Sarah! Thank you for your interest in a position at ___. Unfortunately we are UNABLE to offer you a position AT THIS TIME, however we will keep your application on file and encourage you to seek employment with us in the future.”

5. You can’t meet their needs.

| Sometimes you just aren’t what they need right now. Maybe your style isn’t what they’re looking for, maybe your price is outside of their budget, or maybe they need more done than your schedule allows for. Chances are it has nothing to do with you personally and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad artist. It just means that they’re looking for a very specific person right now and you simply aren’t that person. Keep drawing! Keep your portfolio up to date! Practice with expanding your range! 

In Closing

I wanted to write this to give a little bit of insight to what goes on in mind of a client who’s looking through your work. Whenever an ad is posted we get hundreds of submissions so it really becomes a game of choosing people who have that perfect storm of prices, quality, and professionalism. Hopefully you guys find this helpful! I had a lot of fun writing it. 

Pardon Me as I Vent

After I wrote what I thought to be a fairly thoughtful, well-thought out reply to someone shitting on a YouTuber and their family, basically saying “Hey, they’re a person, lay off,” the person told me outright that they wouldn’t reply because “I don’t care enough to reply to your several paragraphs about a fucking YouTuber.”

I have never seen anything so dismissive.

I have never seen anything so disdainful.

I have never seen anything so condescending.

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So of course everyone is doing their post-convention posts about Anime Los Angeles, and I promise this SHOULD be the last time I’ll be gushing about the costume/cosplay at least for a little while, but I’ve been very eager to share pics for those who were requesting!

This is the first time I really put serious effort into attending ALA for more than just a single panel/gathering, and I have to say I really like what it’s become so far; I was really surprised by just HOW MANY badge-stickers exist at this event every year both by fans and by established ‘event hosts’, but I think it’s a very unique concept that really helps set Anime Los Angeles apart from other conventions and gives it that 'special feel’ that makes up for the lower attendance (even though AX has started to prove that there IS such a thing as too much…).

On that note, I was BLOWN AWAY by the response that the cosplay received over the weekend. I went to the convention expecting that people would mostly just want to do their own thing & I’d be walking around a lot unnoticed (which is absolutely fine; they’re not here for me), but I rarely went more than 2-3 minutes without being stopped and asked for a picture. People were so incredibly passionate and supportive! I’m hoping that those who snapped their own pics tag me in the coming days, but I’ve uploaded some of the “best shots” from my own phone here.

I definitely discovered some areas for improvement in the process as well; for one, I spent a lot of Day 1-2 learning that what I THINK is “level” for my head is actually “gazing at the floor”, and will need to remember to lift my noggin more in the future. More importantly, you get so used to turning your head in order to see out one of the eyes that it’s easy to forget the camera/phone needs to be in my 'blind spot’ for me to actually be looking straight forward. You can probably tell where that happened in some of these pictures.

A special thanks again to my handlers @amtrax, @blaze1216j, and Jesus Hernandez, who each spent a few hours of their convention time enabling me to enjoy mine. You all made this first-time costuming experience way more manageable and safe. And of course, a special thanks to Oshi Cosplay for letting this costume have a new home.

My goal by Anime Expo is to memorize/fine-tune at least 2 more mini dance routines (and bring a portable speaker to make use of them), figure out a more permanent solution for the sleeves, and brainstorm some ways to ensure future poses/photos come out looking even better. With that in mind, though, I think things went VERY well for this being my first-ever time doing this sort of thing.

[Miraculous Ladybug]: Think Alike

Womp. This took way too long to come out with. At the very least, I have a much better idea of where I was planning on going with this, so that should make writing easier. :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Title: Think Alike

Summary: Adrien never really considered himself an artist per se. He only ever considered what he did a hobby, something that he did for joy and not for obligation. But Marinette held his prints up to the light, smiled up at the glossy photos he’d spent hours shooting and editing, and looked at them like they were practically perfect. And how could Adrien not let his chest swell up at the sight of her pride?

Chapter 3: Natural

Okay, so wait, what am I bringing?”

Adrien readjusted his shoulder to keep his cellphone pinched between his ear and his shoulder as he started packing up extra camera straps in his bag. “Okay, imagine that I just told you that you were DJing an end of the year party with tons of people and sick music. What would you bring?”

Dude, that’s so gonna depend on at least seven different factors…”

“Why seven?”

Well, I need to get a sense of the people. Then pick a mood. Then start pulling out playlists. Then picking which songs need remixes. Then deciding which songs I’m gonna make mash-ups. Then I gotta throw in random songs to keep the whole mix interesting, then — ”

“Okay,” Adrien interrupted. “Simplest conditions, nothing complicated, bare boned necessities.”

Uhh….laptop, headphones, chargers, speakers, outputs…maybe a Launchpad if I was feeling really intense. Why?”

Adrien zipped up his camera bag and double checked to make sure he had spare memory cards, just in case. “How annoying would it be to bring all that to school with you?”

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Summary: The book of Dan Howell’s life, is just a page to Phil Lester’s. But a page can makeimpacts on the storyline. Just like how Phil impacted on Dan’s.

Genre: fluffyangst

Warning: swearing, I don’t wanna add cause spoilers but death, I mentioned references to *cough*the video*cough*

Words: 2, 141 words wow

A/N: **THIS IS THE VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL I WAS TALKING ABOUT** lolzor here I am. Writing this instead of celebrating valentine’s day. But alas, wow can I not this fic like a vday gift for you followers of mine for being so cool and nice like omg thank. Oh and before I forget anything else, *slides you a big box of tissue rolls* G.I.N.A.S.F.S’ ch3. will be around in an hour or so!

Special mentions: To my bff Avery for being such a fucking twat when he proofread this and to my bae Alina for not crying I know right she’s so cruel how

Honourable mentions: wow fall out boy ref wow I’d like to point out that I used the lyrics from like-totally-phan’s 2009!!!

Protip: Don’t listen to 2009 or Thinking Out Loud kay


My name is Dan.

Lovely weather, don’t you think? The wind reminds me of so many things; maybe I should go take a walk after this. If only I can actually. Ha ha ha.

I was a YouTuber, under the channel name Danisnotonfire.

And what you are about to see is the story of how I died.

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Title: Revelations
Characters: Combeferre, Courfeyrac
Relationship: Courfeyrac/Combeferre
Rating: G
Word count: 1,695
Summary: Just another YouTube AU. Courfeyrac reveals some exciting relationship news in his newest Q & A.
For @dameferre, because I know she always loves a YouTube AU.

“Bonjour mes amis!” Courfeyrac said, waving at the camera. He switched to English—for all that he was French, his mother was English and he was bilingual, and to be perfectly honest, it was sort of easier for him to get a following in English. “It’s time for a Q and Yay!”

Combeferre, who was sitting to the side, grinned. He was making sure that Courf stayed in focus, and that the lighting didn’t change too badly and screw everything up.

“All right,” Courfeyrac said, holding up his phone. “I asked you guys for your questions, and you certainly delivered. And as you’ll see, all that you guys asked me… was who I’m dating.” He paused, and glanced over at Combeferre. “So I think I’ll deliver. Hey ‘Ferre, you want to be in my video?”

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5 Things (5/22/15)

1. Yesterday I wrote a semi-defensive Five Things in which every point revolved around leaving my job to freelance. Ever feel like you need to defend your life choices before anyone’s even questioned them? Yeah. Saved that one as a draft, thought on it a bit, not publishing it. I’m just going to sum it up like this: I love Gawker for everything it gave me. But it couldn’t give me extra hours in the day/ enough energy to accomplish everything I want to. I’m happiest when scrapping my life together; a certain amount of self-imposed pressure helps me feel alive. I don’t view freelancing as a holding cell, where I chill until my “dream job” comes along; I don’t believe in dream-anythings. I believe in doing what you know is right for you, even when that blueprint maybe doesn’t exist yet. So here goes nothing (everything).

2. I’m in Martha’s Vineyard right now for a writing retreat, experiencing some ~emotional turbulence~. Sometimes I feel like I know exactly what I’m doing, and not, all at once. I had a great first day, a questionable second day, and a third that felt hopeless. That was yesterday. I was blue, so I excused myself from writing and got beers with karinabriski. We talked about shaking ourselves out of our moods (my mood?) and decided to get tattoos. Matching ones, on our fingers? Our zodiac constellations? We didn’t care much, and we also didn’t get them, because the one place on the vineyard was like “lol, booked forever dummies.” But the artist decided to squeeze me in today. I got curly quotes on my wrist. A reminder to fill in the blanks. 

3. Things I’m looking forward to: running in the middle of the day. Making meals at home. Working from Berlin, or from a friend’s apartment, or outside. Calling my mom back more often. Pushing myself. Avoiding rush hour on the L train. Discovering new artists and having the energy to connect with them and not just email them. Writing first, showering later. Answering emails in a timel(ier) fashion. Having time to say goodbye to New York.

4. Segue: I have a NYC exit strategy. I will be in LA by 2016. People have told me the reasons I shouldn’t go, but I have one that feels legit to me: I’ve lived in this state for 28 years, and in Brooklyn for 20. No one needs that good an excuse to leave their hometown, do they? I’ll miss it, especially the parts no one makes TV shows about, but it’s not going anywhere. It’s inside me, where we keep the things that raised us. 

5. Why LA? I’ve had so many conflicting feels about that place. When I was young and reading Babysitter’s Club, I related to Stacey, but wanted to be more like Dawn. I liked her crunchiness. I was like, “Yes, I’m too chill for this fast-paced NY life. I’m going to be a California beach babe when I grow up.” The amount of weed I smoked in high school seemed to confirm this. Then a switch flipped, and I thought I needed that New York Hunger; I needed its energy to keep me moving because I was *too* chill. If I moved to the west coast, I’d probably get so high on my chill that I’d drown in the ocean attempting to pet sea otters or whatever. So I returned to my hometown, hustled my ass off, struggled and borrowed money and beat myself bloody trying to make it work. And I did make it work, by my standards. And I was able to do that, I realized, because I’m not chill at all. I’m high-strung and anxious and on the brink of burnout 24/7. And I no longer believe I need that to survive. 

A few months ago I was driving down the 101 with someone I love, and we had this synched up moment. The sky was cloudless, the ocean was sparkling, the day and the road had no end. And we looked at each other like, “Why are we choosing this hard fucking life in New York when this exists?” Say what you want about the place; I hated LA the first time I visited. But I don’t think I’ve heard anyone who’s made the leap from NY to LA argue that they somehow have it harder now. For people with SAD, for people who can’t afford to both be creative and live in NYC, for people who don’t want to spend another second pressed up against a stranger on the subway, absorbing their stress and their coffee breath, LA seems at least worth taking a chance on. And if I’m wrong? The brightest light in my life right now is that if I hate something, I can leave. I finally get to just leave. 


And now, the requisite new-to-fulltime-freelancing rundown: I have a few exciting projects lined up, but I’m also looking for clients. I have seven years’ experience in brand and editorial writing, marketing, and editing. Most of my clips are here. Email me at stephaniehope1@gmail.com.

Also, my eBook, appropriately titled Some Things I Did for Money, is on sale for $1 today. Think of this post as the afterword.