cringes at the writing

  • Things you shouldn't cringe at: A thirteen-year-old posting their first fanart or fanfic in a fandom when they're new to art or writing.
  • Things you should totally cringe at: Fully grown adults acting like five year olds when someone doesn't ship their OTP.
Bon Voyage S2 Ep.8 - BTS’ letters to each other

YOONGI → SEOKJIN

“To. Jinjinjara, Seokjin-hyung!!

It’s your forever roommate, Suga.

Can you believe I have known you for 7 years… I remember when I met you for the first time. I’m surprised and amazed that the one who used to look so upright and kind… has become very bright and cheerful these days. I believe it’s because you’re with us. It seems like just yesterday you were nervous and not confident when you had to sing and perform on stage, but seeing your performance these days makes me think you sing really well. It’s no doubt the result of working hard for a long time. Even though I have been watching you for a long time, it still touched me how you secretly work hard to make up what you lack in. I thought of you as a hyung whom I have a lot to learn from. Let’s keep going together for a long time in the future too.

P.S: But I hope you can act your age.”

SEOKJIN → JUNGKOOK

“To. JK

Hi JK, it’s hyung.

I’m always thankful to you. Thanks for having the same mental age as this 26-year-old hyung. And traveling with you this time made me feel this once again. Your fists are really strong. I will be good to you, don’t hit me, got it? And your face got tanned a lot. As I’m your hyung I’ll give you facial masks when we get back to Korea. Calm your skin and yourself as well, stop lying on my bed. You keep lying on my bed when I’m not there and send me your selfies. If you do that one more time, your face may have got tanned in Hawaii, but I’ll throw you into the fire pit in Korea. And by “fire pit” I mean my firey heart. You can come into my big embrace. Thanks for always becoming our team’s teacher and energizer. To Jungkook who’s kind and handsome and strong and has nice body and big eyes and sings well and dances well, I love you.”

JUNGKOOK → NAMJOON

“To. Namjoonie-hyung

Hi hyung, it’s our team’s maknae, Jungkook.

I’m not the type to write letters often so I don’t know where to start, but I’ll try this time. This is something I always think about every day, but I really am inspired a lot by our team. Although I’m inspired by all 7 members, but I’m especially inspired the most by you. I always want to do a lot of things but can’t stick to them long, like how you guys always joke with me. But gradually, it feels like I really became that kind of person. When you work, talk about music, compose or speak in English, I feel like I grew a sense of confidence and passion. I know it must be tired for you, but please keep showing me your that cool side of yours in the future. I will keep following you from behind. You are a really awesome person.”

TAEHYUNG → JIMIN

“To Jimin.

Hi Jimin.

It cringes me a little to write a serious letter to you like this, but I’ll try. Hope you understand. When we were trainees, we came to Seoul without knowing anything. We would wake up, put on uniforms, go to school together, eating together after school ends, go to the practice room together, go back to the dorm together, and chat together at night. 6 years passed and unknowingly, you have become my dearest precious friend. There was a time before we debuted when you were anxious because of the debut. I had a meeting with the company at that time. They asked me “What would it be if Jimin was on the team?”. After thinking for a while, I said, “There’s no one who’s by my side when I’m tired or happy to laugh and cry with me but Jimin. I hope such a friend could be by my side. I want us to debut together.” It felt good to say that. I’m happy that we was able debut together and make lots of good memories. And sorry, because I’m always the one who take. Even know, you still cry with me when I cry in the bathroom, laugh with me when we sneak out at dawn, care about me and think of me, work hard because of me and understand me, listen to my worries, liking someone who’s lacking so much like me. Let’s keep walking together on the flower path for a long time. I love you, my friend.”

NAMJOON → TAEHYUNG

“Taehyung-ah.

So my first letter is to you. I have mixed emotions. Like the pebbles on the beach we saw in Hawaii, it’s hard to pick out what I want to say to you. Maybe it’s because we’re cherishing so many memories and so many moments like the sea we saw? I thought of the time when I first met you. Seeing you following your father, roaming around the dorm with big eyes and pouty lips, I already felt it from first sight. “This kid will be a rascal”. I remember how anxious you were before we debuted. Your unique and strange character is so vague that I sometimes questioned what’s in you that helped you endure all the way here. But as time passes and I mature more, I learned that even I, who I myself thought was the most normal, am quite strange and unique like an alien. I was drawn by your strangeness. Sometimes I really envy you. Because you can get close easily to anyone and everyone likes you. Your strangeness proved to be your unique charm. It may sound cringeworthy, but as a friend, a hyung who have been with you from the beginning of your trainee journey to now, I wanted to say thank you to you. Thank you for not becoming a farmer, not playing saxophone and came to Big Hit instead. Let’s keep up the good work. Fighting.”

HOSEOK → YOONGI

“To. My bro Suga
From. J-hope

Hi hyung? It’s Hoseok.

Without realizing, we have been together for 7 years, including our trainee days. When I first moved to the dorm, I was awkward and unfamiliar with everything, so I only stayed in the living room, but you came and talk to me first, helped me relax. I still can’t forget that time. You were like the savior to me, a Gwangju kid. Always by my side when I’m hurt, always by my side when I’m sad. You’re always there to support me and become my strength when I’m tired or exhausted. When I was tired from seasickness in Bon Voyage 2 this time, the first one I saw after opening my eyes was you. I couldn’t say then but I was really grateful to you. Through this letter and this chance, I want to tell you again that my gratitude to you is as great as the time we spent together. Hyung, thank you for becoming a member of BTS, thank you for becoming my dependable brother. Please keep staying by my side forever. I love my bro.”

JIMIN → HOSEOK

“To. Hoseokie-hyung

This wasn’t my first letter to you so I thought it wouldn’t be hard, but it was indeed not easy. I’m nervous. You’re the one whom I talk and share a lot with so think you’ll know well what I think and what I want to say. What do I think when I see you? “This person is really truthful and sincere”, “This person is really upright and kind”. You are probably the first one that made me understand a person can become this cool just by being truthful and sincere. As your brother and fellow member, I have a lot to learn from you. I wanted to tell you that I know you are always working hard to take care of us and I’m always sincerely thankful to you. Thank you, hyung. I hope you can take care of your body and stop worrying too much. To my hyung who I’m always thankful for, I love you.”

please DO NOT assume that just because my character is doing something that i as the writer
  • approve of it
  • am romanticizing it
  • have a kink with regard to it
  • think it is okay for anyone to ever do ever

because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.

but my writing a villain does not make me a villian

understand that it is fiction and I do not condone the wrong actions that sometimes are written out on my blog for in-character purposes.

Embrace the Cringe

So you’re looking through your old work, maybe seeing if you can pick up an idea you tucked away long ago or maybe you just wanted to take a trip down memory lane.

And with every line you read, your shoulders tense, your nose scrunches, and you feel an overwhelming sensation of embarrassment. You cringe.

You can’t help it. These words are so juvenile, so inexperienced. Maybe you laugh at the childish version of yourself who wrote them. But there’s something to be appreciated in that feeling. You cringe at your old words because you’re comparing them to what you can do now. You’ve grown.

Through years, months, maybe just days of keeping at it and honing your craft, you’ve managed to improve yourself and make something, well, less cringe-y.

That feeling is hours upon hours of thought and effort. It’s thousands of words written and erased, and written again. It’s books read and a life experienced. So after the initial discomfort and knee-jerk internal mockery subsides, don’t forget to pat yourself on the back for how far you’ve come.

And in days, months, even years from now when you pick up something you wrote today I hope you cringe.

Because you’ve earned it.

A Note on Reblogging (Your Own Fic/Art/Stuff/Etc.)

Look, here’s the deal with tumblr: it moves fast. A lot of people follow enough blogs that scrolling through one’s entire dash is impossible. I remember the days when I could wake up in the morning and scroll back to the last post I saw before bed. Sweet, summer child.

Here’s the other deal with tumblr: I see so much anxiety about reblogging one’s own stuff, be it art; analysis; fanfiction; hell, personal posts and replies. I have (and continue to feel deeply) that anxiety. Every time, my inner critic and I go through the same song and dance.

Critic: You look like you’re begging for notes/replies/reblogs. People will think you’re needy/full of yourself/have to be the center of attention. You already have a few notes, why do you need more? Other people have it worst than you. Ugh, you’re just clogging the dashes of your followers. If they wanted to read it, they’d have read it already.

Me: *ball of anxiety* You’re right. Wait, no you’re not. Wait, maybe you are. Wait, no—

I’d say it’s 50/50, even now, that I’ll reblog myself. 

And you know what? Fuck that. 

  • Not everyone can get through their dash in a sitting.
  • Timezones are a thing.
  • Work hours are a thing, also affected by timezones.
  • Life away from tumblr is a thing (what??? I know).

There are so many reasons a person might not see your fic/art/stuff the first time. Reblog it the next day. Reblog it a week from now. Hell, set up a schedule or a queue and have it reblog itself three months from now. Go back through old fics and reblog the ones you really liked; I guarantee you have followers who are new enough to have never seen it or who would like to reread it.

Be proud of the work you do.

Oh yeah, I felt that resistance from here.

Say it again. Out loud. Write it on a post-it note and stick it where you’ll see it.

Be proud of the work you do.

You wrote/made it for a reason. And yeah, part of that reason was probably to share it with other fans. Otherwise, why post at all? I know. Man, I get it. I’m cringing even writing that. The fucked-up “don’t show off” mentality runs deep, right?

Fuck that, too.

If you have followers who unfollow you because you’re reposting your stuff (and this is hard to prove, remember; maybe they quit tumblr, maybe their interests diverged from yours, whatever), who cares? Let them go. For everyone who leaves you, many will stay. And many will be happy to see that thing they missed because of work, life, sleeping. Especially if you follow a few points of tumblr/dash etiquette:

  • Use cuts/read mores for anything longer than a few hundred words (I tend to cut at about 400-500 words, though if something’s under about 700 I might leave it).
  • Reblog at reasonable intervals (day/evening, next day reblog, etc. Hourly might be a bit much ;D).
  • Use tags so people can filter appropriately.

Be proud of the work you do.

(Write it down. Yes, you. <3)

Humans are Weird - EVB

Aliens finally visit the death-world itself only to discover humans are about to encourage a Galaxy-wide tourist boom.
__________________

Earth was off-limits.

For all the many worlds and species found within and between them, this was a line held by all. Earth, and the humans that called it home, was just too dangerous and unpredictable.

It didn’t stop the humans from spreading though. They found their way onto ships and spaceports. Treaties, codes of conduct, and guidebooks followed in their wake to help the civilizations they encountered to cope with their presence. In time, most came to view their oddities an acceptable trade-off to their durability, flexibility, and overall tenaciousness.  All races could agree that humans were an asset to their ships and crew.

But Earth itself was still off-limits.

Oh, it wasn’t for lack of trying on the humans’ part. They were perpetually inviting their ship-mates to come to their home-world. Most often to indulge in one of the numerous and varied ‘holidays’ that most non-terrains gave up on trying to make sense of long ago.

For most intelligent and civilized species, humans themselves were enough proof that no one should set foot, tentacle, or exoskeleton on the planet known as Earth. However, as with all reasonably agreed upon ideas, someone was bound to cross the line.

It started simply enough. A new ruler from the Tralnex nebula, seeking to solidify their own position, and gain some interstellar bragging points, requested a visit. The Tralnexian was welcomed with open arms and treated to the very best of all that Earth had to offer in lavish locations, cultural experiences, and exquisite cuisine. Holo-ads of the trip could soon be seen everywhere, all proudly sponsored by the Earth Visitation Bureau. It was the scandal of the century.

While normally such flamboyant occurrences tended to burn themselves out, there was soon a noticeable shift in inter-species relations. Humans were requesting in droves to serve on Tralnexian ships. Often declining more prestigious opportunities to wait for a position to become available on the most humble Tralnex freighter.

Finally a Scrayackien captain, desperate to sign at least one human onto his crew before traveling through a particularly precarious pirate-infested galaxy asked. “What is it with you humans and your sudden fascination with the Tralnexians?”

The human just shrugged, waving a newly sealed work contract towards their new Tralnex crewmates. “They just seem more, I dunno…” the human smiled with an amused glint in their eye, “…down to earth.”

The EVB was inundated with requests within the hour.

GOT7 Dark Past

*Gif is not mine

HOO BOY HERE WE GO. ARE YOU READY. LET’S GO.

Mark

  • you found the ‘A’ teasers by pure accident
  • it popped up on your suggested videos by accident and you’re like ???? then you clicked on it
  • RAMYEON HAIR MARK
  • you couldn’t believe t h i s was your sweet, cute boyf
  • you had to replay it a couple of times, cringing just as much w/ each replay
  • no clue how to reveal you finally knew what his fans meant by noodle hair
  • everyone else’s teasers had distinctive lines whilst his was just 'come with me’
  • THEN an idea hits you
  • you’re p close with his stylist, you talked w/ her when you were on set and mark had to go for his shoot
  • so you hit her up and asked her for a favor
  • and she DELIVERED
  • next time mark took you to a photo shoot set, you told him you’d meet him there
  • he doesn’t see you when you first walk in with his exact outfit from the teaser on
  • everyone knows what you’re up to n they can’t hold in their laughter
  • jackson almost blows the surprise by squealing real loud but jinyoung shuts him up
  • when it’s mark’s turn to be photographed you’re the one who gets him
  • he doesn’t up from his phone when you walk in
  • then you grab his wrist and tug,
  • “A…Come with me…”
  • he looks up, sees what you’re wearin
  • falls out of his chair n onto the floor, wigglin his feet as he laughs in disbelief
  • can’t look at you the entire shoot or else he bursts out into laughter and goes red

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.

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A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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Langst Fic (1) - Part One



THE TEEN RAISED HIS HAND, WAVING.

“‘Night, guys!” he called out, adding, “Let me know if any of you see any cute girls sneak into the castle.”

His remark was met with a collective groan from the rest of the paladins, which wasn’t anything new to him. “LAAAANCE!”

He just winked at an annoyed Pidge and slunk into his room, shutting the double doors.

Immediately, he slumped against them, his face in his hands.

Another day feeling like a failure.

After a few moments of moody silence, he reluctantly got up, trudging towards the bathroom and flicking on the light switch. The glaring brightness usually helped drive away any thought at all, letting him follow his routine mindlessly without distraction.

In time, though, he would have to leave that peace.

He looked at his reflection, something he hadn’t done in what felt like centuries for fear of what he would see.

His hair was still short and feathery. His skin was still a warm caramel brown. His eyes were still bluer than the ocean.

His face, however, had changed.

The face of the sixteen year-old Lance who had smiled so enthusiastically when his family had received the acceptance letter from the Garrison - gone. The face of the sixteen year-old Lance who had almost shouted for joy when the class roster had announced him as Keith’s replacement - gone. The face of the seventeen year-old Lance who never quit his fighter pilot training despite every failed flight simulation and everyone who compared him to someone better than him - all gone.

Instead, there was a seventeen year-old Lance who had close to nothing left of what he held so dear to his heart.

He’d lost Blue.

He’d sacrificed everything on Earth.

He’d been a seventh wheel ever since day one, and for what? For the honor of having a place on the team? No one else thought he was the team sharpshooter. Maybe Shiro had at some point, but Shiro was gone.

What else was he?

Of course, Pidge had already told him what everyone else thought of him.

He was a goofball.

Who was he to defy Pidge and her humongous brain? She’d figured it out for him. He was the funny guy, the guy who gave everyone something to laugh at for his absurdity, the guy who was annoying and never took a single thing seriously.

The tears started to drip.

His breath froze in his throat, his eyes already shut against the tide, his mouth forming a silent sob.

He turned around, pushing open the bathroom door and staggering over to his bed.

And Lance collapsed.

His body shook as he choked out the sobs, knowing that he could scream and no one would hear.

No one would care.

“I’m not useless, I’m not useless, I’m not useless,” he breathed out, trying to stop the convulsions.

But they only kept coming.

More tears began to join the others, streaming down his face and turning the blue bedsheets black where they landed.

Lance cried.

Cried for his family on Earth, cried for his loss of his lion, cried for everything that made him useless - every single time he’d lied to himself and said he had a destiny among the team.

He wrapped his arms around himself, curling into the fetal position.

“Shut up!”

Fingers curled around the pillow, Lance buried his face into it and sobbed, sobbed until his throat was raw and his eyes hurt.

Still shaking, he rolled over, facing the mirror on his nightstand.

What he saw was not what a paladin should be: invulnerable, fearless, and appreciated.

He saw a teen with tears streaming down his face, tears of hopelessness and bitter regret and realization that he was a disappointment to everyone - even himself.

He lay there.

And finally, something inside of him broke.

“Not a sharpshooter, not a paladin, not even a goofball.”

“I’m nothing.”

Baby Girl

Author: Admin Milk 🥛

Pairing: Got7 Im Jaebum x Reader

Rating: 🥀💍💋

Warning: 18+, contains adult content. Do not read if it’s not for you.

Word Count: 1,904

Summary: You might just get a special present if you’re well behaved. 


It was a long day of work for Jaebum and the only thing he could think about was getting home to you. He walks through the doorway, his shirt slightly undone. Seeing you wearing his favorite shirt that looks like a mini dress on you makes him want to take action, but he was just a little too tired to make any moves… Or was he?

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when a member is written as a smoker to make them look cool

Originally posted by jiminiminii

This isn’t the 50s, 70s, 90s… Smoking is gross and stop doing this.