This is Xu Minghao, he’s ½ of the Seventeen’s Chinaline.
His stage name is THE8 which was once paired with “the cool cutie” to which he changed to “infinite possibilities”. 8 is a lucky number in China and when you flip it to the side, its the infinity sign.
He’s an adorable chinese boy who can’t eat cold noodles, isn’t fond of sweets and does b-boy. Any hairstyle fits him, any outfit works on him.
His korean accent is the most heart fluttering thing you’d here and his giggles would make you smile.
He has a side which we call Thughao where the cute side of him takes a break and out comes all the sassiness and the swag and the cool shades, and it all seems surprisingly natural.
He dances with so much style, you’ll be speechless and when he sings (oh dear lord when he sings) its like listening to the gentle wind.
This is Xu Minghao and I am madly in love with him.
I now have a wattpad account! username is HockeyImagines_ if you want to follow along on there instead, I’ll be updating and adding this story onto there as well.
I step onto the bus first. Tardiness is my biggest pet peeve
and if I had one goal in life, it would be to never arrive late to anything.
The bus driver gives me a kind smile in the mirror, and I nod with a smile of
my own. Most of the younger players, the ones that are more likely to be
assigned to the Marlies at the end of preseason, arrive soon after me. Unlike
the older players, all of these ones smile and greet me and I successfully
remember all of their names.
my dismay, Mason arrives right behind them and when his dark curly hair bobs up
the stairs, my smile fades into a scowl as he pushes past me into the window
The reading list is back!!! Welcome to week 8 my friends! Since I took such a long hiatus and there was no way I could possibly catch up with all of the stories I missed, I narrowed it down to just the stories posted within the last 10ish days. There are so many incredible writers on this list, so please make sure to send them a little love!! xx
Also, I have made one small adjustment to this list. From now on, I will only review one fic per person on this list. I think it’ll be easier that way, plus I don’t want it to seem like I have favorites :)
Don’t forget to tag me in your fics, guys!! It makes my life a whole lot easier :-)
19 with 2d? (Either him or reader say it, your choice) -♡
((So I know this was supposed to be angst but I love this boy with a passion and couldn’t put myself through that. I’m sorry if you’re thoroughly disappointed…))
It all started at the coffee shop you worked in. You were working at the register when an odd looking man came in.
“I’ll ‘ave an iced coffee, please.” He smiled, already digging through his wallet.
You nodded, smiling back at him as you picked up a cup.
“Name please?” You asked, pulling out a sharpie.
You shot your eyes up at him, somewhat adoring the sheepish grin he gave.
“It’s a long story…”
You couldn’t help but laugh and nod, beginning to make his drink. He sat by the counter, watching intently as you made his drink. When you called his name he jumped up enthusiastically to get his beverage. You both exchanged smiles before he took a sip.
“Dear lord, this is amazing!” He praised.
You shrugged with a polite smile, you were just following the instructions on how to make the drink.
“Well, I’ll see yew later…”
He looked at your name badge and grinned, looking up at your face.
He never seemed to disappear after that. He came in, day after day. Sometimes he wouldn’t even order, he’d just sit around like he had nothing better to do. You had to admit it was quite creepy, but overtime you could tell he was too dull to be some kind of stalker.
Nonetheless, it was still freaky.
It had been a long, frustrating day and you were about to close shop when the man had stumbled out of the bathroom as you were cleaning up. You both froze from each other’s glances. You backed away slowly along with your mop.
“Why won’t you leave me alone!?” You questioned, demanding an answer.
You gripped the mop handle as 2-D scrambled to his feet. He shot out apologies while holding his hands up. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at him.
“Look I jus’-”
“Just what?” You spat, interrupting him.
He sighed, beginning to fiddle with his fingers.
“I jus’ wanted t'get t'know yew. Yew’re so pretty, a-an’ I know tha’ can be odd comin’ from a stranger…”
Your eyes met with his as he gave you a small, innocent smile. Your heart melted and you caved in.
“You could’ve just asked for my number instead of practically stalking me.” You joked, placing your palm on your forehead.
Gillian Anderson is in her trailer wrestling with a punching bag. It stands on a spring-loaded base, next to the exercise bike, and for some reason she considers it to be in the wrong place. She is not happy about the lighting either – the power is off, and the place is lit only by dim, yellow emergency bulbs. “Ambience is everything,” she quips, poking her head around the door to call for help. Finally she sits down and discovers a rip in her shirt, just beneath the arm. “Sorry….” she says distractedly, tugging at the scratchy blue threads. “There’s something very strange going on here.” Then she laughs.
I had expected many things of Gillian Anderson. Aloofness. Caginess. Even hostility. But one thing I did not expect was giddiness. It is so much the reverse of what she projects on screen. As Agent Dana Scully, her character in The X-Files, she rarely smiles, let alone laughs. There is sexual tension, but it is of the buttoned-down variety – Scully never flirts.
There’s a wonderful AU in which Johnson had Shitty’s room and vice-versa, which means that when Johnson gives Bitty dibs, he gives them to the room that shares a bathroom with Jack.
Their boundaries are directly affected by this change. Like Bitty will be showering and Jack would stumble sleepily into the bathroom to wash his teeth, Bitty at first is annoyed by this, but he can’t deny its useful when he’s running late and needs to get ready.
Bitty loves having baths and gets candles and salts, and puts relaxing music in the background. And Jack takes this as an invitation to come hang in the bathroom and put documentaries or other boring shows because Bitty is practically trapped.
He secretly doesn’t mind despite all his complaining, because Jack talks over most of the show, excitedly sharing facts and it’s always nice to see him happy and giddy about things.
Hi! My name is Bobby and I live in Glasgow, Scotland. I like dark jade green. My favourite ships of the moment are (obviously) Johnlock, and Victuuri (Yuri on Ice). I just discovered Ben and Jerry's speculoos ice cream and oh dear Lord, it is amazing. No cat at the moment, but I have a two year old son if that counts? My mum has an amazing cat though, a white Persian with the silliest face ever, and I love her. xx
Ayy Johnlock buddy! Hi Bobby! Your two year son counts. Hugs for him! And your mum’s cat sounds amazing too!
Oh my gosh, I just watched your animation and it was incredible!! I especially loved the song and I can't get over how beautiful it was!! Dear lord! (Also, happy birthday, you amazing person! Keep up the fantastic work!)