but whatevs you get the gist

i think one of the biggest obstacles for people trying to become artists is that they tend to not realize they are supposed to LOOK at the things they’re trying to draw

i used to know somebody who drew cylinders like this:

this is what happens when you assume you ‘know’ what you’re drawing, before actually looking at it, studying it, and internalizing the form.

if we look at a cylinder from above, this is what we see:

so we see the difference between real life and our picture, and this is what we draw:

now we have a better idea of what a cylinder looks like. this is kind of a messy sketch but you get the gist

the moral of the story is, always look at what you’re trying to draw, reference from life, reference from photo, reference from video, reference from other art, whatever. don’t just rely on what you think you know because it’s never enough

this might seem obvious in retrospect, but being able to look at the things you draw and study them is so centrally fundamentally important

Hey, guess what! To thank you guys for 4K, I’m hosting an art raffle! To those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s basically me entering the names of everyone who reblogs this into a generator and the first three get some art!

Here’s how you enter:
-reblog ONCE, if you reblog this more than once I most likely won’t enter your username. This is solely because I don’t want to make this process longer than it needs to be.
-tag as fcg4k

-The winners will be announced by April 10. After April 10, I won’t enter any more usernames into the generator or hat or whatever I’m going to use.
-I won’t accept anything NSFW or graphic, nothing illegal (pedophilia, necrophilia/bestiality, you get the gist).
-If you win and you request an OC or character I don’t know, I’m gonna need a reference sheet or detailed description of the character or subject of the drawing.
-Furries or kin art is also fine.

Thanks again for 4K, and if you have any questions feel free to ask me or send something into my inbox. If you do have questions, please try to ask me through my inbox instead of messaging me privately, as others may share the same question. Thank you! :)


I transcribed ChrystalChameleon’s arrangement of Megalovania (with some changes in order to be able to play with two hands instead of three, as I left my third hand with Gaster) and Adriana Figueroa’s lyric. Please read the transcriber’s notes if you plan on printing it out and playing this.

Transcriber’s Notes:

Hi, yes. We’ve all been waiting/too lazy to make our own sheet music, so here I am, happy to transcribe (mostly for me haha…) but I thought it’d be nice to share. I’ll try to make this as short as possible so that you get the general gist. If there is something you don’t like about anything on the sheet music, feel free to print it out, white out over it, and then write whatever you like overtop. I channel my inner sans and am too lazy to come after anyone. 

Please keep in mind I transcribed this by hand as I do not have a transcribing program nor feel like downloading/torrenting one. So if it’s a bit messy, feel free to write the notes in the margins or wherever.

There are a lot of f naturals I put in this piece instead of e sharps as this particular version of this piece is in f minor. For some reason, f natural makes more sense to my fingers/brain than e# so bear with me. (Some are supposed to be f natural.)

Things got a bit tight with the grace notes, so, now and then, the grace notes came after the natural on its attached note. Whoopsie-doopsie.

Yes, there is much white out. Deal.

My hands are actually fairly large, so holding a chord of an entire octave is no problem for me. If you have smaller hands, roll the chord and don’t play the held note. You’ll see what I mean.

For the sake of writing less, some things look weird but it still makes sense. (In my brain at least) Eg. Measure 5 there are whole notes, but eighth notes played with the same hand.

I get it; sometimes I put the lyrics below and mostly above. Again, please white out and write in at your convenience. If you don’t like crossing your hands over, don’t play the low notes. I’m not quite sure how it’ll sound though.

Measure 17: I forgot to write in a slur connecting the c natural.

Measures 25-26 L.H. = Left Hand, just hold the whole notes down with the pedal or just for an eighth note.

I didn’t find customizable music sheets until I started working on the last page, so please excuse all of the treble/g clef and bass/f clef write-ins.

If you don’t like going super low, then high for the chords, and low then high, just continue with the chords and don’t worry about the low notes.  

Lastly, have all the fun! I forgot to write in the tempo, which I thought, “Like you’re having a bad time” would be appropriate (bad time = sad time). Sincerest thanks to ChrystalChameleon for providing a gorgeous version, Adriana Figueroa for stunning lyrics and of course, Toby Fox for creating something that made me feel like I was on an emotional roller coaster. Toodles!                              -Lyn

Stiles Imagine #7

Requested: yes

Plot: (Y/N) and the pack play fuck, marry, kill (plus some romance between reader and Stiles)

A/N: So I’ve never actually played this but I get the gist of it so please bear with me. Anyways, enjoy! Also!!! There was no relationship here mentioned and I got carried away just trying to make it neutral so I guess it’s kinda Stiles x reader.

“I’m bored!” Stiles groaned, his head hanging off the couch and his legs in the air.

“Me too!” You whined, copying Stiles’ position.

“Whatever Thing 1 does, Thing 2 has to do too.” Derek chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Well duh, we’re best friends!” You and Stiles said in unison.

“Truth or dare?” Liam suggested.

“What are we in the 4th grade?” Stiles scoffed.

“Why not play FMK?” Lydia

“FMK? Free my kid.” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“No! Fuck, marry, kill! We can start off with celebrities.” Lydia exclaimed.

“And when we run out of hot ones?” Allison asked.

“We have decent boys right here!” Lydia laughed.

“Decent?! I’m at least a 9 out of 10.” Stiles muttered.

“I’m a 20 out of 10.” You told him.

“I’m a 50 out of 10.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, well I’m a bajillion out of-” you started before Scott clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Ok kids, that’s enough.” Scott laughed.

“Ok so I’ll start, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pine.” Lydia said.

“Why not Chris Pratt?” Allison asked.

“There’s only 3 options, maybe next round.” Lydia replied.

“Do the dirty with Evans, marry Hemsworth and kill Pines.” You answered.

“Swap Hemsworth and Evans and I’m good.” Allison nodded.

You sat up, pulling a pillow to your chest- now much more into the game.

“I would marry Pines, do Hemsworth and kill Evans.” Lydia sighed.

“Uh oh. Ok so I’ll kill all of them, the comics are better than their crappy remakes.” Stiles dismissed.

“Ok Scarlett Johansson, Blake Lively and Beyoncé.” Liam listed off.

“Kill Beyoncé, do Blake, and marry Scarlett.” Scott replied.

“Wait, kill Beyoncé?!” You and Lydia screeched.

“I’m convinced she’s illuminati.” Scott shrugged.

After 30 minutes of celebrity FMK, ranging from Marvel to DC, from celebrities your age to celebrities deemed sugar mamas and daddies, you all began getting bored and listed off friends or even enemies.

“Theo, Peter, and Jackson.” Derek suddenly chimed in.

“Kill Theo, do Peter, and I guess Marry Jackson.” You answered.

“Marry Jackson? Do Peter?” Stiles inquired.

“Jackson would be out all the time, he’s good in bed, he’s loaded, I agree.” Lydia thought out loud.

“See.” You said, poking Stiles in the ribs.

“Well then why Peter?” Stiles whined.

“Why do you care? It’s a game.” You replied.

A knowing smiled took over the rest of the pack’s faces. They knew about the small crushes Stiles and yourself had harbored for one another.

“Because I just do, Peter and Theo are psycho murderers and Jackson is just straight up rude.” Stiles pouted.

“Nobody had a problem when I picked marry Tom Hiddleston and do Michael Fassenbender.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Well they’re celebrities, you’d never stand a chance! And they never killed anybody!” Stiles exclaimed.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance either!” You yelled back.

“Not that I would try! I like you!” Stiles blurted out.

“Not even for Christian Bale as Batman to marry?” You asked, your voice soft and quiet now.

“Well maybe him, but that’s fake and you’re real.” Stiles smiled.

“Awwww!” Lydia and Allison screeched.

“Way to ruin the moment.” Derek huffed, standing and leaving the room.

“So will you go out with me? Like on a date? Pizza maybe?” Stiles asked.

“It would be my pleasure.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek.

I'll Be Good

“Love,” Calum says before looking up at me instead of the white duvet. “I will let you go.”

Originally posted by teasecalum

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

(Or the one were Calum already broke Y/N. But now, she finally leaves.)

Author Note: I got the idea from one of my favourite music groups Years & Years. (Song xx) I suggest you listen to the song before you read because then you would get the gist of it! (Or do whatever, I don’t control you!)

I should’ve known that he was lying the first time I found out, I just decided not to. I mean, how stupid can I be. I’ve always said that if a guy ever cheated on me I wouldn’t give him a second chance, but here I am and allowing a guy to break my heart again and again, and I just let him.

The first time I’ve heard about Calum cheating was when he was on his second world tour. Calum always told me not to listen to the tabloids and just listen to him, but it was quite hard to not listen to the tabloids when the pictures just seem so real.

“Cal?” I ask, my voice wavering as I look threw the magazine that has Calum kissing a girl in a nearly dark lit night club, except of the glowing neon lights that brighten somewhat of the picture, but it is enough for me to see this girl kissing Calum. “Hey love, what’s up?” Calum ask, his voice nonchalant like nothing happen, like he didn’t do anything. “So, I’m like in the grocery store right? And I see this picture of you and, and it says that your cheating on me,” I choke out, as I try my hardest not to cry my eyes out in the grocery store probably lurking around with paparazzi, like how it was outside.

“Love, you know I wouldn’t ever cheat on you,” Calum breaths into the phone. “But Calum they seem so real. Like you’re in a nightclub in one of photos and then there is one were your pulling a girl into the bathroom? Calum, if you’re doing it just tell me. It would hurt way less than me finding out.” I breathe, as I feel a tear run down my cheek and I quickly move my hand to wipe it off my cheeks.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N its Photoshop, you know this. And you also know that I would not do this to you. Love remember what I said when we first got together, you have to believe me, not the magazines, not the news, you have to believe me.” Calum speaks his voice stern and caring all in one. I take a huge breath before nodding my head and placing the magazine back onto the rack and tugging my way along the bread aisle. “I guess it was stupid for me to believe them, yeah?” I laugh as I hear Calum’s laugh also. “Y/N it’s not stupid. I mean it’s your first time being with person that’s like really famous, so I can’t blame you for getting this scared. I love you, just remember that,” Calum tells me. I speak back the words that Calum said to me before canceling the call and stuffing my phone into my purse.

The second time I’ve heard, well more like witness, Calum cheating before my eyes was when Calum came back home from his second tour.

“Love can you get my phone from the night stand please!” Calum calls as I see him walking to the fridge to get another beer while the soccer game is on commercial. “Yeah sure,” I breathe out as I finish the last article of clothing to get folded. I put the basket back onto the ground before dusting my hands and making my way upstairs and into Calum’s and I’s  room to get his phone on the nightstand.

As I grasp the phone in my small dainty hands, I feel Calum’s phone vibrate in my hand, as I stare down at it I see the text message run across the screen. ‘When are you coming back on tour? I miss you sooooooo much :( ‘I feel my breath hitch as I continue to re-read the message over and over again. I finally look at the contact name and it says Sandy. So I guess Sandy is the one that is seeing Calum while he has a few days off from tour.

“Love, what are you? What are you doing,” Calum ask as he makes his way over to me and takes the phone out of my hand. “Who’s Sandy, Calum?” I ask, as I place my hands on my hips and stare at Calum as he looks at the message before looking at me. “She’s just a fan that I met on tour,” Calum breaths out before placing his hands on his hips also.

“Oh is she now? Is this ‘fan’ of yours the one that you have been cheating with me on? Is this ‘fan’ of yours the person that you see when you have your days off tour instead of seeing me?” I state as I feel the tears in the back of my eyes. “Y/N do you hear yourself right now? You sound crazy! You know that I would never do that to you!” Calum exclaims before taking my hands in his.

“Do I? Do I actually know that you wouldn’t have done that,” I state before letting go of Calum’s hands and walking back into our room and begin packing my stuff. “Baby, where are you going?” Calum ask as he stands near the door way and looks at me packing my stuff. “I’m going to stay at Jessica’s house tonight? Clear my head, and maybe think.” I say my voice hollow and stern.

“What are you going to think about there? Can’t you think about it here?”Calum breaths, out while running his hand threw his chestnut hair. “I’m going to think about if I should stay with you or if I should go.”

There were many more but these memories were probably the ones that hit me more than any of the other ones because they were basically just repeated. The text messages, the tabloids and its pictures, and then the phone calls, and then the constant lying it’s just too much for me.

“Love, why are their suitcases by the door?” I hear Calum yell from downstairs before I hear his feet shuffling up the stairs and his footsteps padding along the hallway until they reach the front of our bedroom.  

“Whose stuff is in suitcase downstairs? Is your mom coming to stay a few days?” Calum asks as he places his case down in front of the closet doors. “It’s mine,” I speak while staring at Calum. Calum knots his eyes in confusion before speaking again.

“Where are you going? It looks like all your stuff is packed,” Calum breaths out. I nod my head while standing and making my way over to him. “All my stuff is packed Calum. I’m going to leave. Like for good. I can’t keep doing this anymore,” I say as I wave my hand between the both of us.

“All the stuff that you did to me, it ripped me apart. All the lying that you did to me, all the constant text messages, and arguing, it ripped me apart! God it did, and you still told me to listen to you and never the tabloids but god Calum you just ruined me, you know? You just lied to me every time I asked if you ever cheated on me. And the worst part is, is that I let you! I let you lie to me and hurt me; you broke my heart so much that I don’t think I even have a heart anymore. There just scattered around every room in this house that you lied to me in. I’m sorry Calum, but I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. This pain is just too much.  I played too many games with you,” I state.

“Love, I’m so sorry, but I can fix this. I swear I can fix this. I’ll stop everything just for you! You’ve been there for me at all my toughest moments but now it’s my turn for me to be there for you and all your toughest moments.” Calum breaths out before I see tears run down his cheeks. “I’m sorry Calum but you’re too late,” I breathe out.

“Love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll make it better, I’ll be better. I’ll do what you like if you stay the night! Just don’t leave me, you’re all I have, and I know that I treated you like shit, like utter shit, but I’ll be good, just for you. I love you so much, love , just give me one more chance,” Calum cries out, and it breaks my heart to see him like this.

“I give you too many chances, Calum.” I breathe out, and my stern face and steady voice manages to disappear and I feel my cheeks begin to burn under my skin and tears begin to fall down my burning cheeks. I don’t even get to wipe my burning and tear soaked cheeks before I feel Calum hands wiping my tears away and pressing his lips against mine.

Here I am, crawling under his skin and trying to breathe as he continues to drag me back down with him, but he isn’t dragging me back down. I’m sinking. I’m pressing myself into him and holding his neck with all the passion that I crave for him. I’m pressing my lips against his like this will be the last time we will ever meet again, like the many times I have done when he is about to fly off to another city. “You hurt me Calum. You hurt me so fucking much,” I breathe against his lips as he continues to wipe the tears down my blazing cheeks before pressing his lips against mine. He has, Calum has hurt me so much and I just can’t seem to let him go because I’m just so in love with him and when you’re just in love with someone for so long, you just accept what they do and you don’t push them away, because for me I surely can’t.

“I know love, I hurt you so fucking much and I’m sorry about that, just don’t leave me, please,” Calum voice cracks as he speaks to me. I love him. I love him so much, and I have always seen a future with him. “I don’t want to leave you Calum, but I have to. I can’t keep on getting hurt by you.” I say to him while brushing the tears that run down his now blazing cheeks.  

“I just can’t let you go, fuck,” Calum huffs out before gasping me by my neck gently and pressing his lips against mine. His lips stay on mine until his tongue swipes my bottom lip and I grant his invitation before his tongue is dancing on mine. Swirling, and twirling around on my tongue. Calum removes his hands from my neck and grasp my hips into his hand and he picks me up like I weigh nothing.

From there he carries me to the bed and gently places me down on the bed before gently placing a kiss on my forehead and from their he cascades his lips down my lips to my neck and then my collarbones. I moan as his lips meet mine again before his sinful fingers begin to tug up blouse and throw it over my head. “You’re so beautiful. You have such a beautiful body. Beautiful face, beautiful personality, beautiful hair, beautiful lips. You’re just so beautiful,” Calum whispers to himself but loud enough for me to hear and my stomachs flutter but my heart also broke, because how many girls has he said that to.

A moan falls from my lips when I feel Calum’s burning lips press down my stomach before his long slender fingers begin to undo the belt, buttons, and zipper on my jeans before tugging them off with my panties. Calum leaned back down, opening me up and licking gently. “Fuck,” Calum whispered leaning further in and licking more, everywhere except my clit, where Calum knew I needed him the most.

“Calum, fuck,” I moaned brokenly. “Don’t fucking stop. Feels so good,” I whined as I buried my head into the bed and my hands into his now messy hair. I felt Calum’s hands move away from holding my thighs to running his hands down the curve of my body. Calum flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I know that he felt me tense up a little.

“You’re so sensitive here, huh?” Calum asked, while he looks up from me in between his thighs and I just moan from the sight. And Calum does it again and again until he was licking my clit faster and faster, feeling my muscles tense up beneath him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I moan as my thighs begin to quiver against Calum’s face and my hips stuttering. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come, baby.” I moan out, and I feel one of Calum’s arms let go of my stuttering hips and interlock his fingers with mine. “Calum, fuck,” I moan as my hips were bucking up to meet Calum’s tongue, and my words becoming a babbling mess. “Shit, fuck.” I whimpered, my hips moving faster until I came, crying out Calum’s name.

Calum worked me through my orgasm before rising up and licking his lips and pressing them against mine. I pull away from Calum’s lips, before getting on my knees and quickly peeling his t-shirt over his head, after Calum peels off his shirt he begins to tug of his pants and boxers off before pressing his lips against mine once again. And I know that I am not thinking, I know that I am not thinking clearly because the only person that I am thinking about right now is Calum. Calum is the only thing that I  am focusing on right now. I am only focusing on how Calum is staring at me as he presses his thick, heavy, member inside of me.

I moaned out at the feeling, only knowing that this will be the last time before I will ever be intimate with someone again. Calum begin thrusting, just gentle little bumps of his hips but every two or three strokes he’d circle his hips which would make me cry out. I widened my thighs as Calum’s muscles relaxed some more while also burying himself deeper in me.

“Fuck, Calum!” I gasped, wild with passion. “Fuck! Let me… love… you…” Calum panted out desperately while his eyes met mine. “Calum,” I whimper when Calum thrust into me. Calum grabbed my hips as he sank the farthest he could go. “Yes, fuck, right there” I groaned, flicking my hips to met with Calum’s thrusts.

Our sex was always like this, always intense, and mind-blowing but fuck! This was something else. Maybe it’s because I’m leaving, and never coming back, that Calum is putting all of his love and passion into me. And I wish that it didn’t have to be this way, but I’m tired and this love and passion that Calum is giving me right now, is only fueling me to stay with him, and I don’t want that.

“I love you,” Calum whispers, his voice ruined as tears begin to build up in his eyes before he presses a kiss to my lips and then begins to pick up his paste. It’s starting to get faster, and it’s starting to burn more, the feeling inside me is beginning to burn more, and the tears beginning to run down my cheeks. I gently reach up and grasp Calum’s neck in my hands and press his lips against mine. And they burn, his lips burn against mine, like they always have, like his lips are poison and he is trying to poison me and beat me and break me down, and the sad truth is, that they did.

“I’m gonna come, Calum,” I moan out and open my eyes and look into Calum’s eyes. And their red and Calum just presses his lips to mine before sucking a bruise onto my neck. “Let go love, let go,” Calum breaths before taking his hand and reaching down and rubbing my clit. All I see before I come is those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that use to stare at me constantly with love and happiness, and those brown eyes that use to make me cry with joy and love, but now those brown eyes are making me cry with sadness and worry.

“Fuck, Y/N please, just stay with me, I’ll be good. And I know I made it worse but love, I swear, I’ll be good, I’ll be better. Just give me another chance,” Calum cries out while hugging me tight to his body. And just like Calum, I break down and cry, this isn’t easy, leaving someone that you love, leaving someone that you told everything too, and leaving someone that you spent so much time with isn’t easy, but I have to go. I have to leave. This is for me.

“I’m sorry Calum but I have to go. I have to leave, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry but I have to go,” I cry out before tugging out of Calum’s strong grip. I grasp the blanket that I have spent so many memories in, and wrap it around my body before picking up all my clothing and tugging them on my body.

“Love, I’ll change. I promise I will change, just don’t leave me,” Calum whispers as he sees me by the door to our bed room. “I thought you love me?” Calum ask, while he moved more of the blanket onto his lap.

“Believe me Calum, I love you, but I can’t, I can’t stay in this relationship that just keeps beating me up. I love you, Calum, and just maybe we could be together again but I don’t know.” I say my voice stern like when he first saw me today.

“Love,” Calum says before looking up at me instead of the white duvet. “I will let you go.”

Cheaters and Users; Sherlock x Reader

I had this cute idea about Sherlock x Child/Teen!Reader. You can change whatever you like but the gist was that reader (Mrs Hudson’s granddaughter or Sherlock’s kid idk) invites a friend over to do work together. And Sherlock deduces the friend was using reader for answers and isn’t very nice reader gets really upset because they have hard time making friends. (I understand this is very long, change whatever you want lovely, and btw I love your writing you are fabulous.)

I hope this is long enough and you enjoy it! Please tell me what you think! I’m glad you enjoy my writing enough to trust me with your request!

You walked into Baker Street with a heavy backpack and Amelia, your study pal, and climbed the stairs while waving to Mrs. Hudson. “So Sherlock Holmes is really your dad?” Amelia asked.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you admitted, throwing you bag on the dining room chair before pulling out a plethora of books. “He should leave us alone unless you look too suspicious then he’ll probably look over our shoulder the whole time.”

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NCT 127s Reaction to Their S/O Getting Hate

NCT 127s Reaction to Their S/O Getting Hate

Donghyuck: my son Haechan here would be upset. The problem with him being upset, though, is that hes a pretty open person and he says what hes thinking, so that plus his sass might accidentally come up in a livestream. I feel like he’d be a little bit passive aggressive about it, never really stating why he is currently upset, but fans would probably get the gist. If you were upset about it, I can see him putting on a movie night with you and watching comedy films to get your mind off of it. He’d hope his actions portrayed that you were the only one for him, because he sure as hell won’t say it out loud because wow that’s cheesy.

Yuta: my son in law, Yuta, would feel disappointed that his fans would do something like this. Instead of telling fans off, he would more likely do his best to comfort you. That means doing whatever you’d like to do on an impromptu date. He would likely end it off with a gift, whether it was flowers or stuffed animal that made him think of you, and would tell you that you were the best thing in his life, and he wouldn’t let the fans ruin it. If you were crying, however, it would likely end up as a cuddling session with you wrapped in a fluffy blanket, snuggled up to Yuta.

Taeyong: oh my boy TY track, my other son in law. So I think since he has a lot of antis already, it would likely be his antis or “fans” of NCT 127 that would send you hate. Taeyong would likely read some of the hate directed towards you and feel like it was all because of him. Seriously, this boy carries the weight of the world on him sometimes. But because of this, I think he’d distance himself from you for a day or two in order to try to find a way to make it up to you. He’d probably agree to meet you at a park and he’d then give you a couple ring before apologizing while hugging you. You guys were each other’s rocks, and when one of you got hurt, the both of you did.

Sicheng: this straight up angel would be upset that you were upset. He couldn’t see how his fans, people who were supposed to support him, were able to send such rude things to the love of his life. He adores you so much, and he has definitely tried to share that with his fans, so he doesn’t know how they don’t understand that this will affect him as well as you. He’d probably go to your house to meet up with you (bringing some supplies along), and if you had been crying, he’d likely hug you really tight and rest his chin on your head. He’d make you some food, and then cuddle with you while you tell him about how it hurt you.

Jaehyun: I don’t think this boi would be able to get angry at fans because he would believe (at least for the first few times) that they were trying to look out for him to some extent. I don’t think he’d excuse their behaviour though, because if there were sides, he’d be on yours. He would most likely gather your favourite foods, candies, and drinks and bring them to you. Depending on how upset you were, he might try to make food from your culture. You guys would also probably stay up late to binge watch your favourite TV show on Netflix, and he’d sit through it, enjoying it, regardless of how many times you guys have watched it together.

Mark: Mark seems like a hella chill boy, so I think he wouldn’t take sides in terms of going onto social media to fight back for you. The most he would do is say that the comments were not appreciated if he was ever asked on an interview, but he would leave it like that, as he wouldn’t want to put NCT in hot water, or start a scandal. He wouldn’t know what to do, so he’d probably try to do something you both enjoyed doing together with you. For example, he might invite you to his dorms to bake, or he might take you out to the film you’d both been meaning to see together.

Taeil: Taebae would probably be disappointed in the fans that claimed to be protecting him (as he couldn’t understand why hurting you would help him any, as he completely adores you). The most he would go to (in terms of addressing the “fans”) would be to cryptically subtweet them on social media. I would see him more likely posting a cute selfie of the two of you on an account rather than the subtweet though. He’d likely try to smother you with affection, including (but not limited to) cuddling, and sweet kisses. If you were trying to push him away, I can see him bringing you cupcakes and daisies to appeal to you. But tbh why would you push him away, anyways?

A/N: I’m not really sure how I feel about this? TBH I think they’d all relatively react the same way so it was pretty hard to do. But I hope this is satisfactory anyways.

I got called a nigger today at work.

First things first, im not censoring that word bc y'all need to see how ugly of a word it is. however that’ll be the only time ill use it bc you get the gist and using it more than once would be unnecessary.

Okay so, this guy came in and asked us for a slice of cheese pizza. cheese pizza isn’t exactly our best seller, so we wouldn’t make a whole pie just to sell one slice bc then we’d have to throw the rest away and that’s money being lost (i work at a 7/11). so the guy calls corporate or whatever and refers to my coworker as a “fucking immigrant” while on the phone. once he ends the call, he comes to me since im behind the register and yells at me about not being able to serve him his pizza. i tell him im sorry but we’re just following our managers rules. he gets mad and repeatedly calls me the N word. i remain calm and tell him that i can ring up his slurpee for him. he said that i better ring him up before he throws it at me, still adding the N word at the end of each sentence. once he pays, i tell him that one day he’s gonna say that word to the wrong person. he leans in close towards me and says “im not scared, ill put a fucking bullet in him”.

some of y'all act like racism is way out of reach of your life. just because you haven’t had an encounter like i did doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

it’s an issue that should be taken as seriously as it is.

Happy Birthday Di!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Arrow related. Well besides a couple comics and the seasons, but whatever you get my gist. The characters are most definitely not mine.

A/n: I just want to wish a new sort of friend a great birthday, may what’s left of her day be full of fun and laughter. Happy birthday Di! Here’s a little fun fluffy for your birthday. diggo26

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