I just came out to my parents O_O So idk if you're taking prompts but I'd love to hear about Cat coming out
Technically I’m not, but for such a special occasion (well done, you!) I’ll make a brief exception.
She’s nine years old the first time she tries to form the thought out loud, lacking both vocabulary and imagination to express what it is she means. It’s an innocent joke after all, some great aunt or other getting a cheap laugh by suggesting that Kitty will grow up to marry the boy whose birthday they’re celebrating, in this drafty Metropolis mansion.
The force behind her no I won’t is unexpected, but Mother tells her off for being contrary, once the other adults have drifted away in search of another dry martini. This isn’t a birthday party, it’s a wake held four decades too soon, and Cat wants to go home.
You don’t have to marry the first man who asks, her mother tells her, like it’s some private joke.
I don’t have to marry any of them at all, Cat retorts, not knowing why her mother laughs.
(A short piece, inspired by Elsewhere University, based on the Ballad of Minepit Shaw)
The bellow of a brass hunting horn broke the chilly night air, echoed by the baying of hounds as Suzie and Kath sprinted across the building site waste ground in front of Pelham house. Suzie held her high heels in one hand, and a bottle of vodka which was not hers in the other, while Kath had dropped her shoes a few metres back, and clutched two bottles of what she had assumed were fancy coloured spirits. They shifted in their bottles against rhythm of Kath’s run.
“Fucking Pelham house!” Kath panted. “Party flats my arse!”
“Of course he’s a fucking Gent!” Suzie groaned in exasperation. “Of course he is!”
Neither of them risked a look behind them, but they both swore they heard thundering hooves and slobbering hounds. In their panic, they had made a bee-line for the muddy expanse where builders were already sinking the piles for the new Shaw House accomodation. Kath spotted a large bulldozer and grabbed Suzie’s shoulder, pulling her towards it. They ducked under it’s backhoe and pressed themselves against the shadows behind it.
They stood there holding their breath, hearing pad of paws against soft earth drawing closer. Suzie muttered and mumbled what sounded like prayers, fiddling in her purse for a packet of salt, or a bolt, or some little iron trinket. Kath leaned towards the edge of the bulldozer, about to risk a glance around, when a hand clamped on to her shoulder.
She was too startled to scream, but Suzie wasn’t, letting out a short, sharp squeak of terror. A man stood before them, dressed exactly like a campus security guard, except for the fact that every inch of clothing on his body was green. He wore a green cap, green shirt, green slacks, green boots, forest green hi-vis, even his maglite cast a pale green light over the two girls.
“Goodness, you’re in a mess aren’t you?” he said, almost off-hand, as though commenting on the weather.
Suzie looked fit to scream again, but Kath spoke first.
“Please, you have to help us. There’s a guy out there hunting us!” she said, her voice almost cracking with fear, both real and exaggerated.
“Sounds like Lord Pelham,” the green guard said with a little grimace. “A powerful lad and no mistake. Getting suspended would be the least of your troubles. You must’ve done something pretty bad to rile him like this.”
Kath frowned, shifting the bottles awkwardly in her hands.
“Well, okay. We did something pretty stupid. But please, we’ll do anything.”
Suzie shot Kath an appalled look, and Kath sighed.
“Alright, I’ll do anything.”
The green guard smiled without showing his teeth.
“Lucky for you I’m no friend of Lord Pelham. Although, it would certainly be nice to have some kind of recompense for my magnanimity….”
Suzie (a Biomed student) frowned, but Kath did Literature. She laid her bottles on the ground, and nodded for Suzie to do the same.
“Well, I’d say that’s an ample gift. Step this way.”
Kath and Suzie stepped forward, and plunged into absolute darkness. Kath felt her hip bump into something hard, like a metal table edge.
“Just my little home. You’ll pardon me keeping it dark, but power bills are atrocious for my thousand crystal chandeliers,” came the voice of the green guard.
Suzie felt along the table edge and hopped up on to it, sitting on the edge.
“Not much in the way of furniture,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.
“I apologise,” came the guard’s voice. “I’ll admit that solid gold furniture inlaid with precious stones tends to be a little hard on the backside. I’ve only arrived recently, and haven’t had time to unload my thousand silk cushions.”
Suzie and Kath were silent for a moment. Kath ran her hand over the tabletop, feeling little lumps and bumps across its surface.
“It can’t really be gold, can it?” came Suzie’s voice.
“Even if it isn’t,” said the guard, “you’re a long way away from Lord Pelham, aren’t you?”
Kath didn’t respond. She supposed she owed him that much. She lay down on the table and closed her eyes, for all the difference it made in the dark.
When light came, it was harsh and hard. A bright autumnal morning dawned across the campus, bringing a cold breeze that blew across Kath’s sleeveless arms. She leaned up and looked around, and saw where she was. Then she let out a laugh.
She and Suzie had tumbled in the night and fallen into one of the pilings for Shaw House. She’d spent the night lying at the bottom of a muddy hole on a half-buried I-beam, and she could already feel the bruises where its rivets had dug into her. Suzie roused herself beside her, mumbling darkly about a headache.
At the top of the piling pit, a human head in a hard hat shouted down to them.
“Oh thank God!” it said. “I thought you were dead!”
“No!” Kath shouted up, smiling. “Although my friend may wish she was.”
* * *
It wasn’t until later that Kath got back to her room. On her desk was a note dotted with rhinestones and written in glittery green gel-pen.
It simply read, “Whether he was a security guard or a Gentleman, remember: ‘there’s more things told than are true, and more things true than are told’.”
At the bottom it had been signed by a ‘Lord Shaw’, in long looping handwriting.
Shownu: athletic scholarship, which duh he he looks like he’s on the football team. he’s always at the gym and that doesn’t surprise you. you see him on campus sometimes, sandals and shorts and always quiet. if not he’s almost always helping with functions carrying things that look like they weigh a ton and setting up. quiet but he must be sweet if he’s helping so much.
Wonho: looks like he’s on the football team but isn’t. he’s always at football games though. majors in health science. set off the dorm fire alarm because he was making ramyun his room. campus sweetheart in that everyone seems to know him and he seems to know them. he snuck an abandoned kitten into the dorms one time. somehow the cat became the dorm pet.
Minhyuk: childhood education major, minor in psychology. is probably the head of the orientation committee for freshman. probably knows everyone. the kind of person you hear before you see. you always see him and he’s always kind. probably the one you want bothering you during finals week but the one you don’t want to bother during finals week. dance battled the school mascot during a game.
Kihyun: culinary arts major. used to major in music but no one knows why he switched. used to offer free samples of new recipes until he realized he could sell them. he still offers free pastries though. almost always in the culinary department, if not find him singing and out with his friends. will always make sure you’re eating finals week.
Hyungwon: undecided. at first was photography then film, then linguistics because he wants to travel. whatever it is he’s going to travel and he knows that. on campus celebrity because he’s been in almost every campus newspaper at least once. best dressed on campus and no one knows how he does it. the best at finding spots to chill on campus.
Jooheon: creative writing major. writes poems and raps all the time. holds showcases on campus all the time. held one in the dining hall until he was told to stop. friends with all the dining hall staff and sometimes gets snack for free when he’s running and almost always late for class. he’s probably late because he’s at every party but it’s okay. always yelling. painted himself the school colors for homecoming.
Changkyun: computer science and graphic design double major. probably runs on noodles and leaves his room only when he’s dragged out. wears the same hoodie everyday unless it’s for a party. no he cannot change your grade in the system so stop asking. real cool for sometimes dying of being a double major, should major in sarcasm though. seems shy but you saw him with his friends once and changed your mind.
So long story short my campus hosts a game once a semester called humans vs zombies. It’s pretty much just a gigantic game of tag that lasts a week. It starts where a single zombie is disguised as a human for 24 hours, silently tags people, and grows a zombie horde.
Humans are armed with socks and nerf guns, and can stun zombies in order to get away.
The zombies have one mission: to turn humans into zombies, and humans have the mission of trying to survive.
Humans have checkpoints throughout the week to further a storyline. Some humans will come and get rewards for attending checkpoints, and others will vanish for up to days at a time.
So, long story short, I want this to be a thing in Abel township. I want this to be an annual thing that half the township gets in on.
There’s casual players like Maxine and Veronica and Paula and Sam, who are usually hiding in a building somewhere plotting how to best gets humans past the checkpoint. (Or are the people who set up the game)
Jody strings up a bow to shoot socks instead of arrows, and is usually a tank when it comes to killing zombies.
Simon is a killer zombie, and can easily chase down any human.
Sara Smith is the person no zombie bothers with. She will actually kill you. When she does play as a zombie she prefers ambush tactics.
Jack and Eugene will occasionally play, but prefer to narrate the entire occasion.
Amelia usually just bribes her way out of being tagged (usually by selling out her fellow humans)
Janine is a powerhouse, and will literally hunt down zombies given the chance.
And then, freakin runner five. They always play as a zombie. You will never see them coming. They will tag up to three people in one go without being stunned. You might think you’re safe coming out of the mess hall, but before you know it runner five has tagged you. On the rare occasion you do see them coming, they’re running at you full speed with danger in their eyes. It’s the last thing you’ll ever see.
My friend was letting me borrow his saxophone neck (the top part of a saxaphone) and was walking around the music department to give it to me. But he kept it in his coat pocket and held it in a way that maybe looked like he had a gun.
So long story short, campus police showed up, interrogated him, confiscated the neck, and I was late for my concert.
Hello :) Can I request a scenario where the reader is dating Jin secretly but the twist is Jin is her professor in college and they have to keep it a secret but they get found out and he fights for her. Thank you so so much~
It shouldn’t surprise you at all the fact that
your alarm clock decided not to sound and leave you sleeping peacefully through
the hour in which you should have woken up, that evil traitor. Now you were
running towards the assigned classroom for the new International Affairs course
you were taking this semester.
It wasn’t like you were really anticipating it,
you knew were going to fall asleep in the middle of those long lectures about… well, whatever it was that you were going to see, really, it was only a pain and
being so early in the morning didn’t help you like it more.
You sneaked your way through the back doors,
not wanting to receive a scold from a grumpy old man with white hair, badly
fitting suits and shaky voice. There were a few empty seats at the back and you
took one, at least you were only fifteen minutes late, so you smiled to
yourself and finally raised your eyes towards the front.
The professor was already there, writing an
email address on the board right below his name, Kim Seokjin. Alright, you needed to take a
second look because one, your new professor didn’t have a single white strand
on his perfectly styled dark brown hair. Two, as far as you could see his suit
fitted him to the point of perfection, if judging for the way it hugged his
wide back and shoulders, you blinked twice to make sure your sleepy eyes
weren’t fooling you. And three, his voice wasn’t shaky at all, it was smooth,
sweet, and firm.
He turned around after finishing writing his
email address and office hours for any student who wanted to ask him something
outside the classroom, and you held your notebook a little tighter. You were
expecting an old, grumpy, tired professor but you were met with the most
handsome man you’d seen, he was like taken out from a magazine, tall, confident;
with a smile that made your stomach feel weirdly funny. He was wearing a dark
gray suit with a black turtle neck and everything looked so well, from his
shining leather shoes to his modern looking glasses.
You let escape an unconscious sigh while
hearing him speak, giving an introduction to the course to then jump straight into a speech about intergovernmental organizations or IGOs as he said with
his delightful voice and you only stared at him, unable to stop looking at him
or the way his luscious lips moved.
Scratch whatever you’d said before entering the
classroom and meeting your new professor. You were so excited for the new
International Affairs course you were taking this semester, and Professor Kim
Seokjin had everything to be with that.
Sooooo I pretty much read Clexa fic like they’re Pokemon (gotta
catch ‘em all!). Every so often I find fics that I think: I need to
read this again in the future. These are the fic that I bookmark in AO3 and it’s a
pretty exclusive list, I would say I only bookmark 1 out of 10-15 fics that I
There is no common thread throughout these fics that
connects them to one another. No common plot device or AU setting. It’s usually
just superb writing and/or storytelling that makes me do a figurative
double-take while reading
And I figured, what the heck, maybe some of you out there in
Tumblr land want to see this list?
my iphone screen finally shattered into a million pieces, so that means no more mobile tumblr for me for at least a little bit. but thankfully, that doesn’t put a damper on my day.
what might is the fact that it’s the beginning of june, and i’m still in the process for applying for colleges to attend. and while i’ve had success, i’ve yet to know/find my dream school or know 100% what i should major in. and i’m 21 and running out of time to be on a campus for a short while in my young adult life.
“Hey Yaku-san,” Lev doesn’t even wait for Yaku to answer after he passes the ball to him “don’t forget me when you graduate.“
“Huh? ” Yaku replies, looking up from the ball which Lev has just passed him. He spins it in his hands and frowns at his tall kohai.
As soon as Yaku heard Lev sniff, he knew something was wrong. He instinctively dropped the ball and ran over to the other side of the court to where Lev was. His shoulders were shaking and his big hands covered his face, presumably hiding his tears.
“Hey Lev…what’s wrong?,” He asks, places his hand on his kohai’s back, rubbing soothing circles in that area,hoping it would help calm him down a bit. Yaku was slightly shocked about the sudden outburst from Lev, but it was usual for the Russian teammate to be very expressive. Lev removed his hands from his face showing Yaku his tear stained face. “Hey-Lev. Why are you crying?” He asks again, hoping to get an answer this time.
“When you graduate… We’re not gonna see eachother anymore. Then-then senpai is gonna get a girlfriend and then-they’re gonna get married and and-”
“Get to the point.” Yaku says, already losing his patience.
“You won’t have any time for me anymore,” He sniffs, coughing through the heavy tears. Yaku’s eyes widen, then he frowns again and playfully smacks Lev’s shoulder. Before Lev can say ‘ow’ he’s pulled into a hard embrace. Small yet powerful arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. “Y-Yaku-san…?” Lev asks, slightly confused by this sudden outburst of effection.
“Shut up,” Yaku says as he rests his head against Lev’s chest, closing his eyes. He hate to admit it but he is going to miss his Titan of a kohai. “You’re such an idiot, you know? How the hell am I going to forget you? You’re too annoying and outrageous for me to forget. Ever.” Lev’s tears double in amount after hearing this but he couldn’t tell if they were tears of happiness or sorrow. Lev decides it was both and he wraps his lanky arms around Yaku’s shoulders, squeezing tight as if he is afraid to let go. Lev rests his forehead on Yaku’s shoulder and sobs loudly, his tears soaking through Yaku’s black t shirt. Yaku brings one of his hands up to Lev’s sliver hair and caresses it softly, almost lovingly.
After a few moments, Lev’s crying ceases and he lifts his head, looking Yaku directly in the eyes. Yaku raises an eyebrow, almost as if to ask what Lev was going to do next. A grin appears on Lev’s lips and he leans in, kissing Yaku’s for a second before pulling away from his senpai’s lips and letting go from the hug. A blush appears on Yaku’s cheeks before his eye twitches in annoyance and he grits his teeth. By this time Lev was already by the sport’s hall entrance, running as fast as his legs could carry him , avoiding the beating he is going to receive from his short upperclassman. As Yaku runs after his kohai, he attempts to fight a growing smile that is bubbling up inside of him.
‘Well,’ Lev thinks as he runs out of the school campus, a short senpai hot on his trail ‘at least it’s still a while until he graduates’
Ant/: “He still has the body of a child, and therefore the sexualisation of his character… is inappropriate.”
That’s a big slippery slope and I really hope ant/s don’t start with the whole “child-coded vs adult-coded” nonsense that happened in the V0ltr0n fandom a few months ago.
I have the body of a child. But I’m an adult. I’m regularly mistaken for a teen. Just a couple months ago, someone thought I was 13-years-old. Also around that time, I went to my mom’s office to meet up with her one afternoon. I was sitting in the lobby waiting for her, when an business woman approached me, thinking I was a lost child who got separated from her parent. This happened to me twice also when I was in college: I was walking to my classes when I was approached by fellow students who thought I was a kid who got lost on a campus tour.
I’m short and small-chested and baby-faced. I physically don’t look like most 24-year-old women. By all intents and purposes, I have “the body of a child.” But it doesn’t change the fact that I am still an adult woman, post-puberty and all.
So are ant/s saying that an adult with “the body of a child” isn’t allowed to be sexualized?
People like me are fully-grown adults. Are we not allowed to be “sexualized” or sexualize ourselves just because we physically look young? Doesn’t change the fact that we are physically grown.
I already hate the fact that I don’t look my age. And having ant/s imply that it’d be inappropriate for me to be sexualized (because I have “the body of a child,” despite being done with puberty) just makes me mad.
If I had an s/o who looked their age of 20-something, and someone called them a p3d0 for dating me, I would be very angry.
If M1nam1 or GH appear in the movie or a second season, they’re going to be 18-year-olds. And they look just as young, if not younger, than Yur10. They’re both shorter than Yur10 for sure. Considering they’re both 17 now, I highly doubt they’re going to look much different physically in less than a year when they turn 18. Are ant/s still going to be screeching that it’s wrong to “sexualize” them? At 18, they’d be adults so it should be fine, right ant/s? If they do have a canon 18 year old GH or M1nam1 in the future, I better not hear any ant/s complaining about how it’s wrong to have them in ns*w fanarts and fics, considering how ant/s treat 0tab3k as some grown-ass man for being an 18 year old for two whole months.
tl;dr: you can’t judge someone as being “physically mature” or “prepubescent” or “post-puberty” just based on their appearance and body. I know that probably sounds silly, but everyone’s bodies and physical growth are different, and it’s important to keep that in mind.
OKAY SO I WANT TO SEND YOU LIKE ALL THE PROMPTS BUT I also want to give u stuff in return for taking a gander at them so like maybe I'll try to make edits in relations to the prompts you fill? Or whatever else you want?? ahhhh I'll try not to fill up too much of your inbox lol but for the Halloween one, I'd love to see your take on Flintwood for the strangers who hooked up one!!
ahh sorry for taking so long (this is for everyone in my inbox), the writer’s block has been real BUT
prompt: strangers who hooked up at a party while in costume but tbh i might be in love with you so i’m gonna walk this earth looking for the right woodland nymph
“You’re…looking for a nymph?” Terence asks quietly the next morning, Adrian groaning at his elbow and mumbling into the tabletop about hangovers.
Marcus keeps scrolling down his phone, searching through the university’s football roster. “Mhm.”
“Flint,” Terence sighs, rubbing a weary hand over his face, “Look, if I’m gonna help, I’m going to need more information.”
“He was wearing the weirdest leaf toga thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but it made his ass look amazing.” Marcus promptly replies, now clicking onto the hockey team’s roster. The man had said “sports”, which wasn’t much to go by.
“What’d he look like,” is what Marcus assumes Adrian mumbles into the wood.
“Brown hair. Brown eyes, I think. Almost as tall as me. Fantastic ass.”
Terence chokes on his coffee. “You said that before.”
“But it was phenomenal.”
“No first name? Last name? Mother’s aunt’s maiden name?” Terence tries, waving his arms exaggeratedly. The man accidentally smacks Adrian in the face and Marcus throws them both the finger.
“He was a bit preoccupied with his mouth.” Marcus grunts, and Adrian turns a bit green.
“Didn’t need to know that,” he mumbles before rushing off to the bathroom. Marcus would look affronted but he’s too busy scrolling through the invite list of the frat event on Facebook to pay attention to the retching sounds.
He’d know the nymph by sight if only he could find him.
Can see the curve of his smile, the sharp cheekbones and the blazing way he’d stared Marcus down across the room, intent clear and solely focused on getting his goal. And Marcus can always appreciate a man who has his aim set and goes for it.
The oddly intimate conversation after tearing off each other’s clothes in a rush also fiddles in his head, makes him want more of the man’s presence.
“So he plays a sport,” Terence sighs, clearly resigned to Marcus not paying attention to anything else until he gets what he wants, “Check all the rosters.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing? S’not my fault this school is ginormous.”
His social media search turns up short, as do the school’s hockey, baseball, and football (well, he’d know, if the man was on his team). Without a name, Facebook doesn’t help, and the invite list from the frat was a no-go.
Marcus just needs to know, goddamn it. Needs to see if their sober conversation and touches will be as good as drunken ones.
Everything seems lost, all his extraneous routes across campus turning up short. Marcus laments the fact that maybe, maybe his mystery hookup goes to a different college. He’s not about to buy a ticket and scour all the nearby college towns - well, he would, but Terence wouldn’t let him.
Everything seems lost, until Marcus runs smack dab into Mr. Nymph at the campus bookstore, lukewarm coffee splashing over his shirt at the impact. The man’s papers fly all over the floor, and as he bends over to pick them up hastily, Marcus takes one look at that ass and makes all the connections.
“Shit, shit, sorry - I’ll pay for cleaning, I just-”
The brunet turns around, and Marcus is sure his face is splitting into the silliest grin, because he’d managed to find his mystery hookup, and said hookup is wearing a university sweatshirt with a bandage plastered haphazardly on his forehead. Score.
“Oh,” Brunet blinks, mouth fluttering open and closed for a bit before swallowing visibly, “Oh, hi.”
Marcus sticks out his hand, and immediately curses himself because who the fuck shakes someone’s hand after they’ve sucked their dick? “I’m Marcus. Flint, I mean.”
“I - uh - I know who you are,” Brunet mumbles, still straightening out his papers. Marcus is about to question him, before - “Quarterback, y’know.”
“Ah.” Marcus shuffles his feet and it suddenly hits him that maybe, if Brunet knew and didn’t bother to reach out then he might be on the wrong wavelength here. He can suddenly feel the drip of cooling coffee soaking through his shirt with heightened senses. There’s an awkward pause as the cashier stares at both of them, and Brunet is looking at his feet, and Marcus just holds his now-empty coffee cup, unsure of where this is going.
Until the man sticks out his own hand, roughly, and blurts, “I’m Oliver Wood. I - uh - play baseball.”
“But you’re not on the roster.” Marcus says, furrowing his brow.
“Just transferred. This semester,” Oliver explains, quick - and then he frowns and says, “Wait, you tried to find me?”
“Um.” Marcus says intelligently.
But all it does is cause a grin to split over Oliver’s face, bright. Marcus isn’t sure what he’s done to cause Oliver to go from avoiding his gaze to looking like an eager puppy, but he’s willing to go along with it. Oliver’s smile makes his heart all aflutter. Cute.
“I just thought you’d only want a one-time thing, given - well, given,” Oliver says, “Not that, that’d be bad! I just - might want…more?”
The color that spreads across his face is a brilliant red, and Marcus stammers for a good ten seconds because his blush is blooming pink on his cheeks. The cashier pops his gum slowly, glancing in between them.
“Yeah,” Marcus amends, trying to cover up his stunned silence and keep his happiness from leaking out from his pores, “More sounds good to me, too.”
Oliver’s smile, if possible, spreads tenfold. “Why don’t we go get you out of that shirt?”