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[Insert Member] Is Useless

This is more of a lesson for international fans, that don’t look any further into Kpop that their “oppas” faces.

I’m aware Kfans are just as bad, but I’m pretty sure they understand the platform, and just say this to piss off fandoms.

If you’re new to Kpop, maybe this will help you a bit.

No group has a useless member.
Not one.
I’ve seen time and time again that international fans will say things like “that member can’t sing so he’s worthless”, or “he sucks at dancing”, or “his rapping is awful” and I’m absolutely tired of it.
So let me break it down for you.


In most groups, there’s a group leader. Typically the leader would be the eldest member of the group, but it’s not always the oldest.
Suho, leader of EXO is currently the second to last oldest member.
CL, was the second youngest of her group, 2NE1.
Taeyeon, leader of SNSD, is the oldest.
The leader is meant to be mature, and charismatic, and be able to handle focus and attention that’s on them. They’re meant to care for the other members, to motivate the group, and represent them(eg. speaking on stage). In short, they’re the parent of the group, responsible for their members.

Top: Taeyong(NCT), Kris(EXO/EXO-M), CL(2NE1)
Bottom: Taeyeon(SNSD), Suho(EXO/EXO-K), S.coups(Seventeen)

The Vocalists:

Vocalists, are pretty much, the singers of the groups. Most groups have multiple vocalists.

The Main Vocalist- The member who most often(but not always) gets a lot of lines in a song. Often gets the vocally challenging parts(i.e. high notes).

The Lead Vocalist- Usually sings before the main vocalist in verses, because they “lead” in the song. They’re often a back-up should the Main Vocalist be injured or sick.

In groups with a large number of members, there are often several sub vocalists.

Top: Soyou(Sistar), Baekhyun(EXO), Jeonghan(Seventeen)
Bottom: Bom(2NE1), V(BTS), JB(GOT7)

The Rapper(s):

Rappers and rapping is a very essential part of the majority of Kpop music. Just the same with vocalists, there is often a hierarchy, if there are multiple rappers to one group.

The Main Rapper- Gets the most of the rapper parts, typically the one with the best technique and rapping ability.

The Lead Rapper- Usually being rapping parts, good ability as well, but second to the Main Rapper.

Some groups don’t have rappers, but it’s common to have at least one included.

Top: CL(2NE1), Bora(Sistar), Chanyeol(EXO)
Bottom: Suga(BTS), Taeyong(NCT), Lisa(BLACKPINK)

The Dancer(s):

By default, as this is Kpop, all members are dancers. But there are still roles for the groups. Again, same hierarchy;

The Main Dancer- Expected to have the best dancing skills, less focused on singing, often have fewer parts during songs, might even have only sub-vocal parts(as breathing needs to be reserved for their dancing), often have solo dance parts.

The Lead Dancer- As the whole group dances, the Lead Dancer will lead the group and often dance in the front, when the group is dancing all together.

Top: Hyorin(Sistar), Lay(EXO/EXO-M), Taemin(SHINee)
Bottom: Kai(EXO/EXO-K), Minzy(2NE1), Rose(BLACKPINK)

The Visual:

Kpop emphasizes on beauty. There is even a position in most groups that, who ever is given the role, takes special care of their looks, because that’s an important feature for a group: looks.
It’s not fan-appointed, it’s given by the company, as all roles are. It’s a real thing.
The Visual is someone that is deemed most attractive, and is most likely seen endorsing products and be on commercials and ads.

Note: don’t confuse this with the ‘face’ of the group, aka the member most easily recognized.
Some idols are the face and the visual(Hyuna, Taeyong) but the two are not the same.

Top: Hyuna(4Minute), Taeyong(NCT), Dara(2NE1)
Bottom: Kai(EXO/EXO-K), Naeun(Apink), Jin(BTS)

The Maknae:

Some positions you don’t get trained for, you’re born into them.
The maknae is simply the youngest of the group. They don’t have a specific task to do, they’re just the baby of the family.
But of course being the youngest is often associated with being cute, so some maknaes make a point of being the complete opposite of the Leader, the most charismatic and responsible member. They’re often ‘forced’ to do aegyo, and act cute when asked.

Top: Jungkook(BTS), Minzy(2NE1), Dino(Seventeen)
Bottom: Sehun(EXO), Tzuyu(TWICE), Ren(Nu’est)

Considering the fact that idols aren’t just thrown out into the public, they’re put through anywhere from a year to 10 years of training, insane diets, learning choreography, songs, new languages, and often times while still juggling school, you can’t say they don’t deserve a spot in their group. Adding on to the fact a lot of times, idols actually have a hand in creating choreography, lyrics, and music, they pull their weight.

Members aren’t meant to be good at everything, that’s why there’s roles.

Some groups don’t have concrete roles, and that’s fine too.

So there you have it, your little Kpop introductory class.

Each group is carefully put together by companies. Every member has a point, if they didn’t, they’d be a waste of money and wouldn’t be in a group.

You can easily look up a groups’ roles, and see why a member is there. It’s not hard to not be ignorant about groups.
Learn something from this, and keep your mouths shut.


Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?

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You receive an invitation to a party at a beautiful Spanish villa. Upon entering the ballroom you see, not a group of dancers as you expect, but a single fox staring at you.

Love Love Peace Peace



Step 1! Get everyone’s attention. A powerful, majestic start. Maybe a battle horn of some kind?

Step 2! Drums! There has to be drums! It doesn’t hurt if the drums are played by gorgeous topless men. It’s proven very efficient throughout the years.

But, please feel free to try other alternatives. It’s proven very helpful to go the exact opposite way. Use a grandmother!

Step 3! Show the viewers your country’s ethnic background by using an old traditional folklore instrument that no-one’s heard of before
No, no - in this case, it’s proven much more efficient to not use a young model. Go with an old man instead. A beard helps!

This instrument is called a Swedish kvinnaböske - a small roundish piece from the horn family, inherited from the Vikings. Just make something up. No-one will know!

Step 4! In Eurovision, nothing says winner like a violin. Trust us - bring a violin

Step 5! The violin, the drums and the kvinnaböske might make it all feel a little bit old fashioned, but this can easily be fixed by adding a DJ who pretends to scratch.

In real life of course, this is thirty years old but in Eurovision, it will give your number a contemporary feel

Step 6 - costumes! You need to look memorable, something that the viewers will notice.

Oh! Perfect!

Step 7! The song. Everything else might be important, but the song is essential. Let it be about something everyone can connect to. Love works. Peace is also a popular way to go
Yes, peace is good. ABBA actually won the competition with a song about war with Waterloo, but this is not something we recommend
Now when you have everything you need and the pieces are gathered - go for it and don’t look back!

Let the song begin with passion
Let the wind begin to blow
You can break the rules of fashion
And your chance to win shall grow
Look into the TV camera
So the audience can see
That you’re lovable - not desperate
Smile and they will vote for me

Fill the stage with light
As dancers will join us
The expectations grow
It’s time for the chorus

Love love peace peace
Old women baking bread

Peace peace love love
And a man in a hamster wheel

Love peace peace love
Make it unforgettable
You will be the best
And win the Eurovision Song Contest

Now we’ll go down a notch
Our hands will touch
Pretending we’re in love

It’s you and me and when we change the key
We’ll give the world a show
It begins to snow

Love love peace peace
And a burning fake piano

Peace peace love love
And a Russian man on skates

Love peace peace love
It’ll be incredible
You will be the best

Love love peace peace
Party for everybody!

Peace peace love love
More tricks in a hamster wheel

Love peace peace love
And we can guarantee
That you will be the best

And win the Eurovision Song Contest
And win the Eurovision Song Contest

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that unfortunate age gap difference that can be felt between moonsun’s and wheesa’s dancing…


Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

dancer!Lance - klance au

Because of this amazing art by @c0nstress I had to literally stop everything I was doing in order to write some klance hcs.

  • keith, bc he is in the soccer (or volley or idk) team of the college he’s studying in, has to start going to the gym
  • the college gym is quite big and right next to the spot reserved for his team is a glass wall that separates it from a big room with clear walls
  • inside the room there are some people sitting in the corners, some standing, and 5 people dancing rhythmically in the middle.
  • keith doesn’t pay them much attention, puts on his headphones and starts working out; after a few minutes, some of his teammates show up and he acknowledges them with a nod, all the while focused on the exercises.
  • he’s doing really good until he has to change equipments and chances a look through the glass wall and oh, fuck
  • there’s an athletic olive-skinned guy wearing fucking short shorts and a white long-sleeved crop top that keeps riding up as he moves his body this way and that
  • his arms and legs move in an exuberant and coordinated way, his lips mouthing the lyrics of the song until he moves his hip just so, bites his bottom lip and sways all the way to the floor
  • when he jumps upright again, a lean dark-skinned girl with white hair and a lanky orange-haired guy join him but keith barely gives them attention because apparently the song has changed and
  • g o d
  • this new song has so much more hip movements keith is surprised the guy’s hips haven’t broken
  • keith is also feeling hot with the way his imagination is quick to think of other ways that guy’s hips’s flexibility could be used
  • he stops staring, though, when shiro (the team captain) shows up next to him and waves to the white-haired girl after they finished the dance
  • the girl smiles at him and a moment after shows up with the ginger guy and the guy with the oh-so-flexible-hips in tow
  • keith grabs his bottle of water and focuses on taking a gulp from it in order to try not to ogle at the legs and thighs and navel and hipbones that are on display right in front of him
  • shiro, clueless, introduces keith to his girlfriend, allura, her cousin, coran, and her friend (”more like dance-mate”, she huffs), lance
  • lance first looks at keith with a polite smile, before he frowns and glares
  • keith smartly chokes on his water
  • “you!” lance almost shouts and keith is terrified bc they don’t know each other so why is this cute guy already rejecting him?? “keith kogane! i can’t believe you are here, i. hate. you.”
  • keith, after he recovers, just frowns, “do i know you?”
  • “you are the bane of my existence,” lance says dramatically and allura rolls her eyes, “we went to elementary school together, we used to fight over everything,” he completes after a while, “i always won, of course”
  • keith skims his mind for memories of a lance, and quickly remembers a small, skinny boy that used to sit next to him and whose most used words were “fight me”
  • he wonders vaguely how that exceedingly annoying boy turned out to be this exceedingly hot and apparently still annoying guy
  • he feels disappointed bc this guy is someone so stupidly annoying, but he hopes it will make him forget about all the hotness and flexibility
  • obviously it doesn’t
  • keith is annoyed bc somehow his working out schedules almost always meet lance’s dancing ones, and he has to force himself not to stare through the glass wall
  • (specially when lance shows up with stilettos, those days are no good for keith’s sanity)
  • and there’s also the fact that keith almost always hangs out with his seniors holt and shiro, and they hang out with allura and coran and holt’s younger sibling, pidgey, who hangs out with a big softie named hunk and lance
  • to say that lance is taking over keith’s mind would be an understatement
  • one day, after a fierce game and a chaotic win, shiro convinces keith to go to a “small commemorative gathering” that’s actually a party and filled with alcohol and gross teenagers and f u c k
  • lance is there looking awesome with tight jeans and a space crop top
  • he is also flirting with every female in a 2 feet radius and keith decides to ignore him for the whole night
  • it doesn’t work and keith resigns to keeping an eye on him from afar
  • lance drinks more, makes terrible jokes (keith is too far to listen, but he imagines they’re as bad as the ones lance makes when sober), leans into girls and boys alike, dances to the songs and, well, seems to be having a good time
  • keith looks away for a second to talk to shiro, who is asking him if he wants to leave already, and when he looks back, lance is looking at him
  • keith’s mind short-circuits and he keeps staring as lance’s eyes brighten and he smiles and he stumbles through the room to approach keith
  • “hey gorgeous,” lance says and throws one arm over keith’s shoulder, then turns and smiles at shiro, “hey pretty boy,”
  • shiro laughs, “hey, lance, you okay?”
  • “better now,” he leans into keith and kisses him quickly on the mouth.
  • keith blinks and, before he can do anything, lance is pulling away
  • “i’ve always wanted to do that,” lance confesses with a laugh, then slides his other arm around keith’s waist and rests his head on keith’s shoulder in an awkward hug.
  • keith looks desperately at shiro, who only shrugs and looks amused
  • “um, lance?” keith says after a few minutes
  • lance doesn’t reply, and shiro goes around them to confirm that, yes, the boy had managed to sleep while standing
  • keith curses under his breath and shiro snorts a laughter before helping him drag sleepy lance to the car
  • lance drapes himself over keith in the back-seat, and, even if the circumstances are precarious, keith is a bit happy to have lance so close to him
  • when him and shiro realise that they have no idea of where the fuck is lance’s dorm, and, more importantly, that lance has no keys or phone in him, they have to take him to keith’s dorm
  • which is not a bad thing, but not a really good one because keith doesn’t have a dormmate and has only one bed in his room
  • shiro, still looking very much amused, leaves keith to handle half-asleep lance
  • keith drops him on the bed, only to be pulled onto it a second after, then promptly cuddled. he stays that way for a while and ends up falling asleep.
  • when he wakes up, though, it’s to sounds of retching coming from the bathroom soon followed by the toilet flush
  • he sits on the bed and lance comes from the bathroom, eyeliner smudged all over his face and bloodshot eyes
  • “you okay?” he asks
  • “well, no” lance’s voice is raspy from the hangover
  • keith gets up and gives him a bottle of water.
  • lance accepts it and drinks, keith automatically stares at his adam’s apple bobbing until he stops swallowing
  • lance says “what did i do to end up here?”
  • keith blushes, even if they hadn’t done anything other then an innocent peck on the lips
  • “oh my god,” lance says, taking keith’s blush in a wrong way and blushing too, “did we…”
  • “no!” keith screams
  • “so we didn’t…” lance looks almost disappointed
  • they stay silent for a while until keith intelligently says “kiss,”
  • “we kissed?” lance raises an eyebrow, stepping closer
  • “kind of,” keith bites his lip
  • “why was it kind of a kiss?” lance asks, “you don’t know how to kiss properly?”
  • “no! i mean, i know!” keith huffs, “it was kind of a kiss because you slept!” he says accusingly
  • “your kiss is so boring that i slept?” lance says with a smirk
  • “i’ll fucking show you boring” keith snaps, pulling lance by the front of his annoying crop top and smashing their mouths together
  • he feels lance smile against his mouth before keith deepens the kiss and leaves him breathless
  • the taste of his mint toothpaste on lance’s mouth is a reminder that lance was suffering from a hangover minutes ago, but really, keith can’t bring himself to care as he sits on the bed and pulls lance on his lap, hands holding those wonderful hips
  • lance’s hips start swaying enticingly on his lap and keith can’t think of anything other than taking their clothes off and letting lance ride him until they’re too tired to bicker (if that’s even possible)
  • later, when they’re showering, keith finally musters up the courage to ask lance out
  • lance laughs and presses him against the tiled wall, producing more lovebites on keith’s neck before muttering, “well, okay, keith, if you insist”
  • keith just rolls his eyes and tilts lance’s head up for a kiss

REQUEST: “something where you take Credence to a party or club and it gets wild and stuff. like you have to coax Credence to dance and fun things like that. thank you v much!! oh, im not sure if you have limits, but if not, maybe there could be a grinding scene? :)))”

Warnings: Grinding???? is that like a warning???? that’s all lmao. cute embarrassed Credence.

Word Count: 1,051

You and Credence had known each other for a while now. You had been there with Newt and Tina when they had found Credence back in his human form after his obscurial destroyed much of New York. Being Newt’s assistant often meant following danger around fearlessly (more or less), so this was nothing new. However, when Newt took him in, it became clear that you would be the one largely taking care of him, since you were much better with people than Newt was. That’s mostly why you were assisting him in the first place.

You didn’t mind looking after Credence, really; in fact, you were quite fond of him (and had a crush on him, if you were being honest). You were also an outgoing social butterfly, though, and taking care of Credence had kept you from really associating with anyone else outside of Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment. You had to go out. And you were going to, tonight. You had spent days trying to coax Credence into going to this club with you, and you had looked so happy and vibrant that he really couldn’t turn you down.

Which is how he found himself standing awkwardly at a bar, watching you dance from a distance. He’d spent a few months with you and the others, and really he was so much more comfortable than he ever could have dreamed. That being said, he still was not comfortable enough to dance. So he watched silently by himself while you seemed to be having the time of your life. Periodically, you came over to check on him and get him another water and ask him to dance with you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say Yes. He was grateful for your patience and not forcing him to go out because he just really couldn’t right then.

That is, until he noticed a few guys ogling you from the bar next to him, making lewd comments to one another. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was incredibly jealous and did not want them anywhere near you—so he stepped toward you nervously. He almost thought better of it and turned to walk back, not missing the way the other men laughed, before you turned and saw that he had ventured toward you. You smiled at him (radiantly, Credence thought) and yelled his name, near sprinting at him before grabbing his hand gently and pulling him toward you. “Do you want to dance?”

Credence’s heart leapt a little at how genuinely happy you sounded to have him joining you, so he nodded tentatively. “But I-I don’t know how to d-dance.” He couldn’t hear himself over the music pounding around him.

Your smile softened at him, and he was really quite surprised you could hear him. To be fair, you had spent the majority of the last three months or so listening to him. You took him gently by his hands a little deeper into the crowd. You leaned close to him and said, “So no one will be watching from outside. Everyone in here is preoccupied with themselves.”

Credence swallowed thickly, not sure of what to do now, but he should have known you would take initiative, especially since you could tell so easily that he was uncomfortable. You turned, pressing your back against him, and moved his hands to your hips. “Just hold here and move to the beat, Credence.” You tapped to the beat gently against his hands until you were sure he could confidently pick it up.

And then you began to move—something Credence was not entirely ready for. You began to grind gently against him before beginning to move in earnest. When you felt his hands tighten on your hips, you took that as a good sign, so you moved back gently against him and smiled, happy that he seemed to be having a good time and that you got to dance with him. When you went to put your hand over his for encouragement, he seemed to stiffen under your touch. You turned to look at him to make sure nothing was too terribly wrong, and you were greeted with a paling face and tears welling in his wide brown eyes. You stopped abruptly, panicked, and asked, “Credence, what’s wrong?” He had moved his hands to cover the front of his pants and was looking terribly embarrassed—mortified, really. It would have been almost comical if you hadn’t known how seriously he was taking the source of his embarrassment. You went to cup his face, knowing what had happened. “Credence, it’s okay. That’s not bad. It’s okay, Credence, don’t worry. That happens when you dance like this sometimes.”

Credence couldn’t stop a tear from slipping, but you caught it almost as soon as it had fallen, stroking your thumb in a gently sweep across his high cheekbones. “N-No, you’re so g-good, and I—I didn’t mean to—”

You leaned up on your tip toes to bring you mouth to his cheek. “Credence, I’m really quite flattered actually. The truth is, I really like you quite a lot, and— I mean, I really don’t mind, Credence.”

Now you were blushing deeply but not for long. Credence had shock clearly in his eyes but had shifted slightly to bring his mouth a little closer to yours before looking into your eyes and waiting for a nod before he pressed his lips against yours firmly. His were a little chapped against yours, but you honestly couldn’t help a shudder at the way the conflicting texture scraped against yours. He pulled back, a pink flush to his cheeks, and touched his forehead to yours. “D-Do you want to keep dancing, Y/N?”

You nodded with a huge smile on your face before turning in his arms and pressing as closely to him as you could. Credence forgot about his embarrassment and really tried to dance with you this time despite being a terrible dancer—something you had expected, really; he’d had no practice, in his defense. You insisted that he could always learn, and honestly, you didn’t care—just as long as you could be close to him and enjoy the way his hands gripped your hips tightly, and definitely if he would keep kissing you like that.

anonymous asked:

hi! first of all let me tell you how much i apreciate your fic lists. do you know any cs dancing with the stars kind of au fics?

hi! thank you. being a (former?) dancer, i love dancing aus. i got a few for you

Dancing AUs

Sweep Me Off My Feet by TheCaptainToMyHook

TV star Emma Swan has accepted a place on the most recent series of Strictly Come Dancing, she’s an actress not a dancer so she doesn’t expect to do well at all, in her opinion- the sooner she is voted out the better. But will her opinion change when she is paired with “The Captain of the Dance Floor” Killian Jones- forced to work closely together, he will push her to her limit, but will it be worth it in the end? WIP

Pirate Paso Doble by LadyciaraMiggles 

Emma and Killian need to get practising if they are going to stay in the dance competition for another week.

Black Swan by @hopelessalways 

“Emma Swan,” Killian announces, and she hates that she loves the way her name sounds on his lips. “Darling of the ballet world, expected to be the next Margot Fonteyn, until you mysteriously disappeared when you were 18 - only to burst back onto the scene four years ago, somehow even better than you were before, shocking everyone with dazzling performance after dazzling performance. And now here you are, fresh from the American Ballet Theatre, for the role you know will make or break your career.”

He grins, a heart-stopping stretch of perfectly white teeth, and she bites down her answering smile. It won’t do to be attracted to the choreographer. Of course, then he walks away, and she can’t stop herself from admiring the curve of his obviously toned backside. He winks at her over his shoulder, catching her in the act of ogling him, and her cheeks burn.

She is so screwed.

(Emma the ballerina and Killian the choreographer, breaking down each other’s walls.)

A Lift Takes Two People by Sherwhotreksings

A dance AU where Emma is in a modern dance company and Killian is a guest choreographer.

The Best Things Happen When You’re Dancing by @belovedcreation

Emma Swan is at a swing dance festival weekend for some fun with her friends. When she meets Killian Jones on the dance floor, sparks fly and the dance floor sizzles with their chemistry.

Lead on and I’ll Follow by CaptainBellarkeSwan

If she heard another giggle, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. For God’s sake, they were right across the hallway! Surely the walls would be able to muffle the noises the other class was making because of Killian-freaking-Jones. [University Professors AU/Dancer AU]

Preying On You (CS one-shot) by thatsmuchbetter

CS professional dancers AU – Fierce rivals on the dance floor, animals in bed. Whenever Emma Swan gets on the dance floor the irritating Killian Jones is her worst enemy, but when it comes to other more enjoyable activities… CS one-shot inspired by the song “Animals” by Maroon 5.

and my most beloved one, Liz, i’m looking at you

All That Glitters by @i-know-how-you-kiss 

“People are forever disappointing us and I think,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around her body and shivers despite the warm temperature, “it’s because we expect too much.”

“Because maybe you want them to be Autumn jumpers and hot chocolate at Christmas but all they really can be is the smell of suncream and sand in your shoes and walks on the beach that end when summer does.”

“Maybe you want them to be the one you bring home to dinner but all they really can be is broken, whispered promises on your pillowcase and a tangle of bedsheets and messy emotions.”

“Maybe you want him to be your prince but all he really can be is a knight in shining armour that saves the damsel from throwing herself from the roof of her tower but then rides off into the sunset alone without a second glance over his shoulder when he realises she needs to be saved more than once.”

“Maybe you want them to be more, but they can’t be more and they never will be more and the sooner you realise this the sooner you’ll abandon your expectations and it’ll stop hurting quite so much when people aren’t what you want them to be.”

—  If you expect nothing from anybody you’ll never be disappointed, 17/07/2015
Pentagon Reaction | You Fainting On Stage Pt 2

Request: Can I request a Pentagon reaction to you fainting on stage? 💓

A/N: Gosh I love these boys so much, can I just say that lol. I know it has nothing to do with this reaction but yeah lol

Part 1 | Part 2

Yeo One

Everyone had gathered on the stage as they were announcing who was on the top of the charts, had come down to your group and Pentagon, your boyfriend Yeo One’s group. 

The MC announced that your group had won and you were overjoyed, hugging your fellow members as you all celebrated your first win. 

Your song started to play as you members started to sing when it suddenly happened, you felt light headed and collapsed to the ground, Yeo One, ran to your side and kneeled next to you as you went in and out or consciousness. Your fellow members, the other members from Pentagon and a few other groups gathered around you as you and Yeo One kneeled on the ground. Everyone asking if you were ok.

Once you felt ok someone handed Yeo One a water bottle to have you drink, thanking everyone for being so worried about you. 

After you and Yeo One exited the stated he hugged you tightly, only then did you realise he was shaking. You asked if he was ok to which he nodded. 

“Yes, I was just really worried about you when you fell.” 

Originally posted by chinggudeul

Yan An

You had spent all night working to make sure the choreography was correct for your performance today and the lack of sleep had you really out of it all day as you and your group were in the dressing room. 

Yan An exchanged a few words before you went on stage. he picked up on your strange behaviour and told you he was worried. “Don’t do this to me, you need to sleep you could faint on stage be careful.” 

You rolled your eyes at his worried state, he was always worried about you. It was cute most of the time, but the lack of sleep had you more irritated by it than normal. 

He sat in the audience as he watched you perform your numbers, and everything went off without any problems, but as you were exiting the stage your legs gave out and you collapsed. Fainting from exhaustion.

He noticed and ran to the backstage area as your members carried you over to a chair to sit down. 

Picking you up he curled you into his chest and brushed the hair from your face “This is exactly why I was worried baby” 

Originally posted by yecone


You were really excited to be rapping with Yuto from Pentagon in a collab for the MAMA’s. You had been working hard to keep up with his rapping style but one part of the song always left you really short on breath. 

At the tech rehearsal, you and he both went over your parts over and over again. Which after the third time you noticed you felt light headed from the lack of breath you were getting.

You sat down on a speaker and grabbed some water, trying to give yourself a moment to catch your breath. Yuto sat next to you and both of you started to talk when suddenly your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell forward, your head falling into his chest as he caught you.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” When you didn’t reply he called over one of the staff and they tried to wake you up. 

Once you finally woke up he shook his head and told you he wanted to change the part in the song you were struggling with because he didn’t want you to pass out again. 

Originally posted by yutosuniverse


Pentagon was doing their performance showcase and since you and Kino had been best friends since trainee days he begged you to Mc for them.

You sat down and talked with the members as they tried to catch their breath after performing a song, starting up a Q and A from the fans. 

One fan asked if you could sing a song while Kino improved dance to it. To which you both agreed as he got up to start dancing.

You started to sing, and he started to dance and you got so sucked into watching him dance that you didn’t feel yourself get dizzy and you fainted. 

After the concert had ended Kino came up and poked your sides playfully. “I knew I was a good dancer but I never expected someone to faint while watching me.” 

You hit his arm playfully and scolded him telling him it was a coincidence.

“Yeah Surrrrrreee,” he said as he winked at you. 

Originally posted by ptg


Everyone was stressing as performers ran back and forth to the dressing room and to the stage. You and Wooseok and been talking in the corner, preparing to approach the winner of this week’s Music Bank.

You told him you were feeling a little under the weather but you would do you best to make it now show. 

He gave a shy sweet smile and nodded, but deep down he worried about you fainting as he could see how pale your face looked.

Once you both started to speak in front of the camera it became apparent that you were out of it. By the time it came to announce the winner you looked downright awful, skin drained of any color. You had a hard time keeping your balance as well. 

Wooseok reached out and put his hand on your back discreetly, preparing just in case you passed out. 

As the show went to break and you turned to him you dropped, but he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up. As he whispered, “I’ve got you, are you okay?”

Nodding you asked the staff if you could sit the last part out and watched as Wooseok announced the winner by himself. 

Fans in the audience had no idea what had happened and thought that you and Wooseok were dating and shipped you and him for months after the incident. 

Originally posted by jungwooseok-ptg


Feeling Alive (Part 1)

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Slow Hands

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 2/?: Slow Hands

Word count: 3999

Love to @systemfailuresunshine for her endless patience. See bottom for author notes!

You dash into the studio with your bag held over your head and rainwater soaking your shoes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Wanda theatrically raises her eyebrows as you shut the door behind you. “Is it raining out there?”

You pull a face at her.

“I’m fu-fricking drenched,” You say, vehemently. “As soon as I left work, boom! The heavens opened!”

Pepper, poised and polished in the middle of the space, pulls a sympathetic face. “Do you want to borrow some spare socks? I’ve brought a pair?”

You hesitate, then nod gratefully. You’re practically squelching with every step you take. At least you’d had the sense not to put on your trainers when you left work. Pepper fishes in her bag for the socks as you cross to where Clint is stood and shuck your way out of your coat (dripping water everywhere).

“Good week?” Clint asks, even as he dodges the spray. You tilt your head in a so-so gesture.

“Not bad. Had one-” You get stuck on the sign for ‘crying’ and have to mime, “-Crying jag today- not me,” You add hastily, noting Clint’s concerned expression, “One of the students. Exams are getting to them.”

Clint shakes his head and sketches out his reply with his fingers. “And I thought libraries were boring.”

You give a small smile. Clint’s deaf- or, as he says, as near to it as it makes no matter- and although he does have hearing aids, he tends to leave them out around people he knows can sign. You’re not totally fluent, but you can get by just fine. You frame your next question with a hook of the fingers. “You?”

He nods. “Not bad. I took Laura to the restaurant you mentioned, she seemed to really like it.”

You grin at that, holding up your hand for a high-five before showing your reply. “What did I tell you? Glad you had fun.”

Clint looks a little bashful, but pleased at the same time. He and Laura have been tentatively dating for nearly two months now, and things seem to be going well. Pepper gently taps you on the shoulder and offers you a clean pair of socks.

“Thanks, Pepper. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” She says, sweetly. “Are you alright for getting home?”

You shrug. “If it’s still raining that hard I can get a bus. And a bit of water never killed anyone.” You struggle with the sign for ‘kill’: not one you use very often.

Clint raises his hand. “Objection.”

You roll your eyes. “Nobody ever drowned in rainwater. Happy?”

“I’ll be happier when you get your ass in gear, Y/N!” Wanda calls. “We’re all waiting for you!”

Oops. You quickly slide off your over-trousers to reveal your workout leggings, pull off your jumper and swap your sodden shoes and socks for dry trainers. Clint slides in his hearing aids, offers you a hand up, and together you walk out onto the floor.

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more headcanons (fluffy edition, sort of)

(because i have knowledge on mafias and the italian culture and so help me i’m going to use it.) 

these are just what i think would happen with chuuya and dazai during the mafia!era and still in relation with my semi-analytical headcanon. these are the funnier and cuter ones that i think would happen

  • everyone loves french!chuuya and i do too but i think chuuya might be prolific in the italian traditions on the side. his buongiorno might sound more like brad pitt’s though but his vocabulary is okay. chuuya does all the talking. dazai sucks at foreign languages, period.  
  • elise makes chuuya play dress up because elise thinks mori’s taste in frilly dresses is terrible. kouyou takes pictures because how often do you catch your son looking so pretty and dolled up i mean dude looks like he came out of a french bordello i’m sorry but dazai kind of has a point
  • dazai took (dragged) chuuya on a spaghetti date at least once. the whole scene looks like lady and the tramp including the bella notte being sung out of a harmonica from the kitchen. it’s probably kajii. 
  • once in a while during a mission one of them would say something like ‘leave the gun, take the cannoli’. my money’s on dazai. 
  • speaking of which, if they ever got on a movie night at some theater, chuuya would insist they pick a film noir with gangsters in it or something starring audrey hepburn.
    • also hc, chuuya and dazai once saw gilda and during an undercover mission they ended up reenacting this scene when really they were bickering and they were so spot on it’s not even funny (imagine chuuya disguised as the target’s ‘wife’ and dazai in the role of johnny ‘the answer’s no’ farrell. besides, chuuya is practically rita heyworth in male form) 
  • dazai rarely dances. he and chuuya tried their hand at tango during a milonga and dazai ended up stepping on chuuya’s toes. chuuya’s a great tango dancer though. kouyou wouldn’t expect anything less. 
  • now we know chuuya raps/sings/makes poetry in his spare time while dazai paints. so they tried to go to an art museum once but it backfired because “what do you mean that’s not a pipe? that looks like a pipe” "it says ceci n'est pas une pipe, can’t you read?” …really they can’t agree on anything
  • dazai hums la vie en rose when chuuya’s not listening. half of his playlists are vintage french songs from edith piaf to yves montand. chuuya never knew dazai still listens to them when he turned to the agency
  • when chuuya gets a little tipsy dazai would give him a piggyback ride because chuuya is smol and god forbid if drunk chuuya starts singing ‘when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amoreeee’ 
  • chuuya taught dazai how to enjoy his liquor. he totally did, knowing that chocolate and whiskey goes hand in hand isn’t something you’d know without experience, especially since chuuya’s favorite booze is wine. he probably found out the sweeter chocolate tastes pretty icky after a swig. maybe it was dazai who suggested he tried whiskey instead. 
  • they made up their tactic names together. they could’ve gone with numbers but nooo they had to be all artistic about it and you can’t tell me they didn’t stay up all night crossing off suggestions like why do you even
  • chuuya cooks. dazai mooches off of him. ‘we can’t order take out, chuuya, i predict we’ll get tracked’ yeah sure dazai 
  • ‘hey, chuuya, a little help here’ ‘did you get your neck stuck in a noose again?’ ‘yeah, how did you know?’ ‘…i’ll get the knife’ and this happens on schedule like on every tuesday
  • dazai pointing out chuuya’s terrible taste in hats is his way of saying ‘i wish you wouldn’t be in the mafia anymore’. that hat makes him look like a mafioso. without the hat, chuuya is his red-haired partner that he deeply cares about 
  • i probably have more but i’m sleepy 

tl;dr more mafia references for soukoku. now. 

Joker Imagine - Project 6277 *PART 1*

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Your P.O.V.

The music was blasting loudly through the club. It smelled like alcohol, especially behind the counter in the bar. The white and golden club was mostly black since it was so dark. All the lights were on the dance floor of people grinding against each other and having a good time.

I was one of the bartenders here. Most people that worked here were men expect the dancers. I guess I was tomboyish so I was here in my blue flannel, black vest, black jeans and some black boots. I was wearing a name tag on my chest that just had my first name, Y/N. My Y/H/C hair was straightened and I had a little makeup on, some eyeliner and I had done my brows. I enjoyed my job, but I wasn’t planning to be here forever.Next year I would go to vet studies and become a real vet.

But for now I worked here at the club owned by the most wanted and feared man in entire Gotham city. Out of the millions of people that lived here, my boss was the worst. I had seen him just once or twice, but I had never been close to him. He scared me to be honest. My boss was the clown prince of crime AKA Joker. He had green hair and super white skin. I think he had blue eyes and many tattoos. When I saw him I think he had a purple jacket and many golden rings and necklaces. Did I speak to him? No. I kept my distance just to be safe.

“A vodka!” A drunken man yelled and snapped me out of my thoughts. I heard a familiar song ‘Gangsta’ by Kehlani blasting now. “Sure” I smiled and then grabbed a glass. I put a couple ice cubes in it and then filled the glass with strong vodka. I handed it to the man who left the money on the table and walked away. I sighed and then put the money in the grey cash register. My co-worker Rick was talking with some customers further away. Rick had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a couple years younger than me, but we were good friends. Just as I was about to go over and speak to him, I heard someone clearing their throat. I looked behind me and saw one of Joker’s henchmen standing behind me. He had black clothes and his brown skin was mostly hidden. He had sunglasses on so I couldn’t recognize him at all.

“The boss wants to see you..” He stated and then looked at my tag. “..Y/N” He finished his sentence. The man had a very thick Gotham accent and a low voice. “O-Okay” I stuttered and decided it would be better to follow him. God help me if I would’ve said no. Suddenly my body felt weak. Had I done something wrong? Would Joker shoot me?

My palms got clamp and I felt how my knees went weak as I followed this man. He led me out of the bar and to the VIP area. People gave me strange looks since everyone knew that this man was Joker’s henchman. I took a deep, shaky breath and then tried to gather myself. The man opened a door and then I saw a big room with lights on. It had golden tables and all kinds of beautiful decors. Then I noticed black leather chairs and black tables. In the middle of the room I saw Joker. My heart jumped to my throat.

The henchman left us here and I realized that we were alone. Our eyes met and I felt shivers running down my spine as I saw those icy blue eyes meeting my E/C eyes. “Hello Y/N” Joker smiled and I heard his voice for the first time. It was deep and raspy. “Hi” I replied barely louder than a whisper. I stood by the door that was far away from him. “Why don’t you come closer?” He tilted his head and smiled widely so he could flash his metallic grillz. I shut up and walked over a few steps. My mind was running in circles as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. As I did so, I looked at Joker. I had never seen him this close. He was wearing a white button up shirt that was left open. I saw that he had many tattoos on his chest including 'Ha ha ha’ written over and over again.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here” He chuckled and then played with his purple and golden ring. I nodded shyly and then held my wrist with my sweaty hand. I felt so naked as he watched me so intensely. Also knowing he was a psychopath scared the hell out of me. “Oh I am a little lonely.. I don’t feel like going out there. Too many people there tonight” He sighed and then stopped playing with his rings. That’s when I noticed a special gun on the chair next to him. Dear God. Fear made my gut twist and I felt lost. “Wanted a little company. I’ve heard good things about you Y/N” He let me know. My eyes widened in surprise. He had heard things about me?

“I hope that’s good” I tried to speak instead of standing here like a mute flamingo. “Indeed” Joker spoke warmly. My breath nearly got stuck in my throat as I stood there. “Come here. Take a seat” He told me and patted the empty spot next to him. I didn’t dare to say no so I walked closer and then sat down next to him. I couldn’t deny that he was incredibly sexy. At least I thought he wouldn’t kill me so I tried to relax. He looked at my face silently and it made me feel vulnerable again. What the fuck was going on?

“I can almost feel your heart beating..Why are you so scared?” He questioned me with such a raspy voice. It only made my heart beat faster, almost jumping out of my chest. “I..I don’t know” I tried to answer him truthfully. Joker’s lips were parted, but he wasn’t smiling. “Oh dollface I won’t kill you unless there’s a reason to” He suddenly spoke with a hint of joy in his voice. “I just wanted to see you Y/N. I think you have something special in you” He admitted and then touched my jaw. He was wearing white gloves so it felt very silky against my skin.He ran his fingers from the corner of my mouth and up closer to my ear, almost as if he was sketching a smile.

“Does this pretty girl have a boyfriend?” He asked me and his choice of words made my cheeks burn. “No” I admitted a little awkwardly. Maybe it was a lie, but then again I didn’t want to call him my boyfriend. I  used to date Daniel, a rich boy from the better side of Gotham. We moved together and that’s when things went downhill. He started to drink so much that he lost his job and got financial problems. It got so bad that I couldn’t study. Yes Daniel was handsome. He had chocolate brown eyes and dark hair in a quiff, but he was rude as hell. He started abusing me mentally, telling the things like how fat I was, the fact I was such a slut. Then he hit me a few times. I broke up with Daniel, but he still thinks we’re together. I moved away to an apartment in the city, but he comes there a little too much. He scares me to death.

“Really now?” Joker wanted to be sure. I didn’t want to open up now and get deep so I just nodded. I wasn’t sure whether he believed me or not, but he didn’t ask me about it anymore. “How about we two have a drink and then talk?” He suggested with a cheeky grin. Why the hell did Joker want to have a drink with me? “But I’m working..” I reminded him a little nervously. As soon as I finished my sentence, I regretted it because I knew Joker didn’t like to be told against. “I’m your boss. I’ll let you off tonight to be my company” He smiled devilishly. I just nodded and tried to smile back at him. Better keep him happy.

“You have a beautiful smile” He breathed out and kept his eyes on my lips. Just then there was a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door that opened and Rick was coming with a tray of drinks. He looked scared as heck. I bet everyone that worked for the Joker were scared to see him. If they did one wrong move, they could die. Rick noticed me and I saw the surprise in his eyes. Joker’s hand was on my jaw and we were sitting very closely.

But he didn’t say anything. RIck placed the tray on the table silently. Then he just nodded and walked away. I noticed a couple henchmen guarding the door from outside, but then it shut and we were together. “Now pretty doll let’s have some fun getting to know each other” He smiled and grabbed two drinks. I recognized them immediately. Two vodka martinis. Joker handed the other one to me and I grabbed it with a quick thank you. I was still nervous and I wasn’t sure what to do.

Joker brought the drink to his lips and he took a sip. I focused on the background music that blended with the bass from the club. The song that was playing here was an older jazz song. Thank God there was music or else this would be more awkward. “Now beautiful tell me this one thing..’'Joker started and looked at my flannel. I crossed my legs and took a small sip of the strong drink. ” you get asked to strip often?“ Joker finished his sentence with a curious looking smile. He was hot, I had to admit it. But he made me so nervous. In a way it turned me on, but I had to calm down.

He was my boss.

’'Not really..” I admitted and then looked into his fascinating eyes. “What a surprise..You’re very good looking dollface” He let me know again with a mischievous look. But before I could say anything, he laughed out. “You’re too innocent. Oh I can’t wait to see the real you” He grinned and then ran his hand trough his green hair. I couldn’t help but to smile. I started to feel a little better sitting next to Joker. Then I finished my drink and felt it burning my throat. Joker looked at me intensely with a small smile. “Wow wow we have a beast here” He joked and then finished his own drink. I knew for sure I would get drunk even of this amount because I hadn’t had anything to drink in a long time thanks to fuck face Daniel.

Before I knew it, Joker and I were drinking our second drinks and talking a lot. Way more than just twenty minutes ago. I found him asking me personal things, but in this state of mind I didn’t even care. I just let him know anything he wanted which was probably bad.But deep inside I knew he wasn’t asking me things for fun. Little did I know what this insanity was planning inside his mysterious mind.

“Come here” He purred and then patted his leg. I smiled and sat on his lap so I was straddling his waist and adding pressure onto his crotch. I didn’t feel fear or shame at all. Joker’s hands were on my hips and he looked very happy. The alcohol hadn’t reached his mind yet. “You’re such a good girl Y/N” He chirped and I felt his hand on my bum. “Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught” I sang a with giggles. It was lyrics from a song I heard a couple years ago. “It’s hard to imagine you doing bad things” Joker teased me.

“Why imagine?” I raised my eyebrow and then unbuttoned my vest and took it off. Joker seemed very pleased with my new attitude. “Someone’s horny” He spoke deeply and I saw a much darker look in his eyes. I just smiled and unbuttoned my flannel so my chest was exposed to him. I was wearing a red bra underneath so I wasn’t completely flashing my chest to Joker.

It’s funny what alcohol does to people…

Suddenly he grabbed my choker and pulled my face close to his. We didn’t change any words. I just shut the gap between us and pressed my lips against his into a hot ,steamy kiss. As I kissed the most dangerous man I could imagine of, I grinded on his lap and felt a tingly sensation in my lower stomach. Our tongues danced and saliva was changed in this hot make out session. Joker’s hands cupped my boobs and then he bit my bottom lip and tugged it. A small moan escaped my mouth and I shut my eyes. Suddenly someone walked in, but I didn’t care. Joker sighed, but kept me on his lap.

“Sir we found him” A man said with a serious voice. “At the worst possible time’'He growled with a very annoyed voice. I pouted and looked at him with a sorry look. My head was spinning and I knew very well that I was drunk. ’'I’m sorry sir” The man apologized with a voice full of fear. “Get the car ready” Joker growled a demand and then the man walked away. Our eyes met and he seemed very serious which made my heart flutter. “I’m sorry love but the fun ends here. I have to go” He explained slowly. “Aw but it just began” I slurred and it was obvious that I was drunk. Then I stood up and nearly stumbled as I hit the table behind me. “Careful” Joker chuckled as he stood up. He was in front of me and I sighed as he buttoned my flannel. “We’ll meet again” He promised and then put the vest on me. “But now we both need to go. I’ll get you a ride home dollface. We don’t want anyone to hurt you now do we” He spoke mysteriously.

I just hummed along the song that was playing and let him grab my hand. Then we walked out of the room and back to the crazy club life. The henchmen looked very serious as we walked past them. I was struggling to keep my balance, but Joker led the way and I was kind of forced to stay on my feet. “Drive her home” Joker told someone and pointed at the man with his gun. “Y-Yes sir” The man gulped and I laughed. Oh why were they so scared? Joker was a nice man! Haha..


See this is that side of pro-blackness I do not like. The kind that shames you for liking Marilyn Monroe and uncritically praising The Cotton Club for having all black female dancers. The kind that expects you to have the same narrow, boring music taste as them. Ones not opened to quirkiness and basicness in black girls as if we always have to be magical. The type who thinks black women are self-haters for liking Beyoncé and fantasizing about marrying Drake. Those who ask if women like Serena are even pro-black for marrying white men. The ones who dismiss young black men who are neurodivervent and play computer games and watch anime. Those who think black girls can’t be “babe gamers” and “nerds.” I hate that “I’m too black and cool to enjoy white entertainment and black people who remind me of white people but may not necessarily be self hating” mentality so much.