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High School Band AU: Chapter One

Here it is! I almost forgot this was ready, just waiting to be posted. Hope you like it!



“Well, that was disappointing…”

“You’re being too polite. That was awful.”

“I knew holding auditions would be stupid. You made me waste the whole week on this.”

“One week that you couldn’t skip class to jerk off to whatever weird shit you’re into, Saeran…”

“Shut up before I’ll break this pretty face of yours, Zen.”

“Ah, come on guys, let’s not fight right now, we have bigger problems right now?”

“Yoosung is right, nobody met our expectations, we still don’t have a vocalist and the festival is in less than a month…”

“Can’t we really ask Rika to come back? “

“I talked to V about this. She’s still recovering.”

“From what? From her diva tantrum?”

“Saeran, don’t even start, please…”

“No, fuck that! Is she still sensitive because she realized she’s not that perfect and she doesn’t have her boyfriend to cover up for her anymore? Come on, I can’t be the only one thinking about this! Saeyoung, some help here?”

“Oh, I don’t have a vote here, I’m just the DJ, or at least that’s what she said…”

“I’ll take that as a help. See? That girl has a major diva complex!”

“Saeran, don’t talk about my cousin like that, please.”

Okay, you’re pretty sure by now you shouldn’t be listening to this conversation. What were you even thinking? Coming here was a stupid idea, entering by the wrong door was a stupid idea, even considering this audition was stupid! Mental note: never let yourself be hypnotized by a pair of dreamy eyes! That is how you mother got pregnant, right? You giggle, your mom is pretty funny when she’s not running away to follow her frustrated dreams from her teenage days…

“Guys? I found one more!” you’re taken aback by this redhead guy pointing to you behind the curtains. Shit! “Aren’t you a little late?” he asks playfully.

“I… got lost.” You say, trying to avoid his gaze. “Anyway, I’m going now…” you try to turn your back on him, but he grabs your hand and leads you to the stage. “W-wait, I… I don’t…”

“Don’t be shy! Hey, guys, look what I found!” he points at you in a exaggerated way. Did he really just call you a “what”?

You find six pairs of eyes staring at you. Five guys and one girl look at you curiously, as if you were some kind of alien or something.

“What’s your name?” the brunette one asks without any expression in his face or voice.

“Hum… MC.”

“Okay, hum MC, what are you going to sing?” the brunette puts his pen on a paper waiting for your answer. He’s… scary, he looks like a teacher.

“I… I, okay, this was a misunderstanding. I was… I was trying to find the magician club.” Is there a magician club? Shit! Why can’t you even lie properly right now?

“The magician club has meetings on Wednesdays.” The blond one states and smiles sweetly, oh… maybe this one is nicer.

“Don’t act like the magician club is cool, Yoosung.” The silver haired one scoffs, gaining a glare from the blond one. “Are you lost, sweetie? Maybe I can help you…” oh, wait! This one you actually know, he was in the musical theater club too, what was his name again?

“Ugh, there he goes again…” this other redhead groans and mutters, giving quick annoyed glances to you. Oh… so this one next to you and that one are twins, okay.

“Yes, Zen. Let’s focus. What are you going to sing?” the girl finally says something, she looks more patient than the brunette one, but she is also pretty intimidating, and her haircut is cool!

“I… am not going to sing. This was a mistake. I should get going…”

“Are you scared? Don’t be! We won’t bite… well, maybe I will, but that can wait…” the redhead with glasses wiggles his eyebrows looking at you. “Haha, I’m just joking! You should see your face right now…”

“I’m not scared and I’m going! Sorry for taking your time, this was a misunderstanding.”

“You’re already here, why don’t you sing?” the brunette says, looking at you, you can see a little annoyance on his features.

“I… I can’t sing. I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do! I know you! You were on the musical theater club! I remember you, quiet weird girl sitting in the back just doing backing vocal… do you remember me?” how could you forget Zen and his brutal honesty?

“I do…”

“So you can sing!” the blond one says and everybody stares at you again… that was stupid! That was so fucking stupid of you!

“I can, but I… I… look, this was stupid, okay?”

“Yeah, no shit!” the redhead without glasses scoffs.

“Excuse me?” you ask, did he interrupt you to make fun of you?

“You were hiding, listening to our conversation, then pretends you’re all innocent and shy when we catch you and keep lying to us even when we already know you’re lying! Come on, this is very stupid.”

“I agree with Saeran. This already took too much of our time.” The brunette one says, everybody look at him surprised and nod. Oh, you get it, he’s the leader, and the redhead there is pissing you off!

“So, if you’re not going to sing because you’re a scared little girl, just go away already!”

“I’m not scared! And you’re really rude, dude! Go get laid and release all this puberty stress!” oh no, you didn’t! Everybody looks at… what’s his name? Saeran, right? But you look to the other twin still by your side.

“I tell him the same every day, can you believe?” he says to you, smiling.

“SHUT UP!” oh… he’s… red, he’s blushing. You broke the little punk wannabe! Okay… this satisfied you more that you would care to admit.

“Then, if you’re not scared, will you sing or do we have to waste more time?” the brunette is the only one who didn’t show any reaction to your little argue with Saeran.

“Why do you keep talking about time? Do you have somewhere to go?” you ask. Jesus! You won one, you can’t be risking yourself like this.

“We’re still waiting for you to sing.” See? You knew you wouldn’t win twice on this.

“Fair enough. I’ll make you forget the place you had to be.” You just hear some uhhhs from Zen and the nice redhead, and the brunette smirks at you:

“Let’s see what you got.” Is that a challenge? Interesting…

“I should… get out of here. This is about to catch fire.” The redhead jumps out of the stage.

“Hi. My name is MC and I’ll be singing ‘I’m the Greatest Star’ from the musical Funny Girl.”

“This isn’t a musical theater audition…” the brunette is still smirking.

“Nobody said what kind of music I should sing. Does anyone here oppose to me singing this one?”  everybody nodded negatively, you noticed the girl looked a little excited, did she like the song or was she happy to see the band’s leader losing his control over them?

“Very well, so I won’t oppose either. Let’s hear it! Do you need any support? Yoosung can play the piano or Saeyoung can give you a base.”

“I’ll sing acapella.” Since you already made tons of stupid decisions, why not add one more?

“Do as you please. Saeyoung, the lights.” So the nice redhead’s name is Saeyoung, and he promptly lights up the stage, you feel a shiver as you can’t see any of their faces right now…

“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart!” that’s Zen’s voice, you notice how excited he is.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath… and your voice come out.

“I got 36 expressions, sweet as pie to tough as leather, and that’s six expressions more than all those… Baltimore’s put together… Instead of just kicking me, why don’t they give me a lift? It must be a plot! Cause they’re scared that I got… such a gift? Well, I’ll nift!”

The thing about this song is that she has a lot of variations disguised as this little humor gimmicks, so… yeah, it wasn’t the greatest choice to an audition for a band, but hey! You’re having fun! Yes, this is fun, this is… natural, somehow. And the fact you can’t see their faces make you feel like it’s just you against the lights in the whole world.

Zen is smirking, as if he knew about this hidden treasure before all of them. Yeah, he just refuted the fact you couldn’t sing because he knew, he can trace talent even if it’s hidden behind a secondary role on a musical theater play. And as soon as you stepped in that stage, he knew exactly who they were about to deal with… well, at least musically, he had no idea that quiet girl could be that…spirituous. Confronting Jumin like that was bold, and he likes bold girls…

Yoosung is hypnotized. You look and sing like an angel, it’s so different from Rika, but the sweetness and this expressiveness are the same. Also, you look a little intimidating at first, but he’s pretty sure you’re very sweet and nice, he noticed this at the moment you smiled at him and the little fact about the magician club. Also, nobody that sings like that can be less than adorable, yes, h barely knows you, he already adores you.

If this was a cartoon, Jaehee’s eyes would have dollar signs in it. You sing well, you have a cute face… maybe they can sell tickets or get some gigs with you and finally make some profit out of this… hobby. Also, she loves Funny Girl, what an interesting choice… you’re… interesting. She’s curious about you, and she rarely gets curious…

Saeyoung is smiling, he was rooting for you the minute he found you backstage. He can’t explain, he just… liked you, he wanted to know what you were up to. Was that whole scene part of your number? You’re such a drama queen, he loves it! Yes, he’s already thinking about the costumes he can put on you, you will look so cool and cute… also, you made his brother blush, you’re already his favorite person in the world. Even if you don’t join the band, he wants to hang out with you…

Saeran was mad. You were so sassy, he doesn’t like sassy girls, he was rooting for you to sing really bad, but… what the fuck? You are actually great!? Ugh… just remembering the way you defied him make his blood boil. Stupid little talented  bitch… and you’re cute too? UGHHHH, you’re trouble, aren’t you? You’re making him feel troubled.

Jumin is still smirking, he just needed this confirmation on something he knew from the moment you confronted him: it was you. It had to be you, no one else. “ So this is the girl V warned me about, interesting…”



Prologue | Chapter Two    

West African Mosques 

Mosques built in parts of the Muslim world where Arabs migrated or took control of through wars developed a distinct tradition of domes and minarets. In areas where Islam spread mostly by returning traders, traditions of mosque building were determined more by local skills and approaches.

According to Al Sayyad, the Arab conquest of the Middle East was motivated by three aims that conform to the notion of colonialism: a divine mission of spreading the Islamic religion, the maintenance of political power by the ruling Arab elite whilst expanding trade and finally to gain profit from resources of conquered lands. However, the Arab conquest did not always encounter confrontation. On the contrary as in the case of Damascus and Sicily, Arab dominion was preferable to Byzantine exploitation:“Appropriating and dismantling the religious and political buildings of earlier civilisations became common Arab practice. The symbolism associated with such transformations cannot be considered anything but colonial. The takeover of churches, and their later transformation into mosques, and the constructions of ruler’s palaces in the center of new or existing cities, represent colonial urbanism at work.” In contrast, Islam’s penetration of Sub-Saharan Africa dates to around the 9th century via the Saharan caravan routes. Two strands of influence shaped Islam in West Africa. One was the link between the Maghreb and the Berber-African gold-trading centres such as the pagan Soninke state of Ghana. The other was the eastern route that connected central Sudan – Kanem, Bornu and the Hausa states with Libya, Tunisia and Egypt. Although characterised by regional and ethnic variety, one unifying factor in African Islam is the predominance of the Maliki madhab – the same school of thought adhered to in the Maghreb. In addition to the commercial link between the two regions, a spiritual bond existed with North Africa. Indeed, the majority of Sufi brotherhoods in West Africa originate from the Maghreb but the spread of the so-called turuq (Arab. ‘path’ used to describe the Sufi brotherhoods) did not happen until much later in the 18th and 19th centuries.

As the equivalent of the word “masjid ” in various African languages indicates, like its Arabic root, that the mosque is nothing more than a place of prostration: massallatai in Nigeria, missidi in Futa Diallon. By contrast, diakka in Wolof literally means to face east. West African mosques vary from simple roofless enclosures serving the function of places for communal prayer, to magnificent buildings. It would be impossible to do justice to the vast array of stylistic variants of mosque architecture in West Africa alone, therefore the regions covered here are primarily Senegal and Mali.
Mali was impregnated with a tradition known by the name of its dominant group, the Mande, whence Manding. Among them, those who were islamised were known as Dyula or Wangara. This group also covered a large area during their migration, spanning part of Senegal, Northern Nigeria, the Upper Niger Bend, Guinea coast and over to Kong in the Ivory Coast. Mande style is characterised by the use of conical forms particularly found on monumental entrances of courtyard houses and mosques. Decorated with pilasters and elements in relief alternating with voids, these façades are also found in Dogon architecture. But apart from the close affinity between domestic and religious architecture, additional elements such as the phallic pylons testify as to the integration of ancestral practices with Islamic ones.Thus the Mande style – which has come to be associated with the Soudanese style – was transmitted by traders who taught mystical Islam throughout this vast region. Nowadays, however, the transmission of the djennenké style takes place with the movement of master-builders whose craftsmanship is much sought after.

The origins of the Soudanese mosque are not clear-cut: their monumental and fortress-like exteriors are reminiscent of the defensive architecture of West Africa known as tata. There may also be a relation between these mosques and domestic architecture. The Great Mosque of Djenné typifies the Soudanese mosque and furthermore it may have been the progenitor of this type of mosque architecture. Although it was rebuilt under the aegis of the French administration in 1907, the craftsmen, as along with the building technology, are more local than French. This vast mosque dominates the market place from its raised platform. Like its relatives, the mosque is characterised by its use of buttressing, pinnacles and attached pillars all of which are punctuated by the toron spikes. Unlike many other Soudanese mosques, the ceiling of Djenné’s great mosque are very high. The western side of the mosque opens onto a large courtyard at the rear of which are situated the women’s galleries, one on each side of the entrance.This mosque has become almost iconic in terms of West African mosque architecture and numerous village mosques in the surrounding area emulate the Djenné mosque albeit on a miniature scale. Dominated by their minaret tower, courtyard and the flat roof from where the adhan is made, each mosque has its own distinctive character.Relatives of the Soudanese mosques in Mali can be found in the Futa Toro in north-eastern Senegal. Here dwellings are generally preceded by a wooden veranda or mud porch typical of all Tukolor housing in the area. This structure is echoed in the sacred enclosure around Futa mosques consisting of a projecting straw roof supported by posts whose function is to accommodate the overflow of worshippers and protect them from the sun. As for the central and coastal area of Senegal, the influence of colonialism left its mark on mosque building and the mosques of Saint Louis, Gorée and Dakar (Blanchot) are all equipped with a front porch defined by arcades with pointed arches.

Text by: Kafia Cantone

Business is business.

(warning: long story)

I joined the Navy when I was 18, ended up as a Corpsman in Iraq and Afghanistan, and, when I returned, found out that I was going to have to take classes to even become an EMT. F*ck that, right? So I did the next best thing: I got a degree in Economics. Now I see you there, grinning ear to ear. What an idiot, right? Well, it turned out pretty well for me. I picked up a job for 35k/yr as a business consultant for a smallish company in the area. Now, I’ll use a pseudonym for my boss’s name here, he’d be Jeff.

So I’m 25, fresh with a BA in Econ(studying with sandy pants ain’t fun), with a pretty decent job. Jeff and I seem to get along, the only problem is that he’s…a product on the 80s. Everything was about cutting corners and cutting costs as much as possible to stay stable in bad times. But this was around 2009, and my take on it was that it’d lead to businesses continuing to drop out. They cut costs, which cuts demand in the area, which further kills businesses, so we have to expand our areas further and further just to break even. And, you know, I’m okay with this, because where he’d offer his ‘expertise’ in business, I’d offer mine from an economics standpoint, and much of the time, my ideas ended up with better results.

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ive heard back from all but 19 of you re: addresses for shipping your copy of the deck, so thats good! please get back to me before preorders close, if at all possible. i dont want to order too many copies, or too few! i cant give you a deck without an address, obviously, so if you want one i need to hear back from you, or else im going to assume you just dont want it.

also, if you worked on this project (as either a card or bonus artist), and you DO NOT have a paypal account, please set one up before the end of august!!! this is how i will be delivering your cut of the final profit to you, so its important. paypal is free and very easy to set up. if you absolutely cannot get one for whatever reason, let me know asap and ill work out an alternative way to pay you (venmo is my backup suggestion, since it is free as well).

Why you SHOULD NOT make a plush for Kickstarter

First of all, Purrmaids have been going ultra successfully, but because of that, I’ve had a LOT of messages about how to create a plush, but, what a lot of people do not seem to ask is “SHOULD I create a plush?”

This is not to say that no one should make a plush design, but instead, this is a discussion of all of the difficult elements associated with running and managing plush design.

#1. Prototypes, ALONE, are expensive.

Chances are, you’re going through a company that’s helping you work with a factory, and doing most of the heavy lifting for you.  This means you’ll easily be paying $300 to $500 JUST for a prototype.  Add in another $70 or so to have it shipped to you for final evaluation and you’re already in for more money than most merchandise runs cost outside of books and extra large orders.

#2. but wait, what if I go directly to the factory?  Isn’t that cheaper?

Yes it is, but now you will need to deal with customs, payment, and everything all on your own.  Also, if your factory runs into any problems, do you have any way of communicating with them in their own language?  If not, you’re upping your risk.  Before going directly to a factory, ask yourself if you can: one, communicate with them if there is a problem; two, if you even know how to provide feedback and direction that is primarily visual, and easily understood by someone who CANNOT READ YOUR NOTES; three, if you are willing to tackle international bulk shipping on your own, and potentially deal with customs forms, and customs payments if things go wrong.

#3. Most people’s designs just aren’t that good.

Why are you creating a plush?  What does your plush bring to the market that isn’t already there?  WHY should people pay a premium for your plush when they could go to WalMart or Target and find larger, often more inexpensive plush?  I feel like a lot of people don’t seem to really dive into these questions when they go into plush production.  I see a lot of two types of plush being made (and often never being funded)
A. A plush that is super personal to them, and is not a design that will be understood or loved by the masses.

Like, I get it!  You want to make your OC into a plush because YOU love it so much.  Remember, the more SPECIFIC your design gets, the smaller the crowd gets that you’re selling it to.  You may be really, really down with your purple wolf with teenaged punker hair, and fishnet stockings, but will a mom down the street want to buy that same plush?  This doesn’t mean you should only design what you think will sell well, but you do need to realize there is a balance between “Ideas I want to make” vs “Ideas that will actually sell”

B. A person designing a plush to look like what they consider a sellable plush to look like.  A lot of times they wind up creating generic poses, expressions or shapes, which puts them directly in competition with the thousands of mass produced plush already existing.

In the case of A, you’ll likely only find yourself funded if your plush already has a huge following, and in the case of B, a lot of people won’t be that interested in your plush, because it looks like everything else already out there.  This doesn’t mean that you can’t design what is essentially a common or generic plush and not make it interesting.  For instance, Naomi Romero’s corgi and shiba inu plush are wonderful because they are full of HER personality.  Even though you can find hundreds of those types of plush, you won’t find any that look the way hers do.  Avoid giving your plush a traditional teddy bear stance unless it ADDS to the character.  If you’re an artist, we really want to buy YOUR personality in a plush, and not just buy a plush produced by you.  In the case of my Siamese Beta plush, which had the MOST revisions of any of my designs, I went through about 2 weeks worth and maybe 30-40 drawings before I settled in on a design that I thought was both iconic, unique, and looked like my art, which ALSO worked well as a plush.

#4 Wait, how much do plush cost again??

You’ll easily be spending anywhere from 3,500 to 10,000 to produce your plush project.  This is a LOT of dollars to put into a project that you aren’t sure everyone will purchase.  And there are some other issues assuming it’s fully funded on Kickstarter… (and we’ll get to the issues with Kickstarter, soon!)


#5 Shipping to your home will likely cost you more than the production of the plush.

Let’s assume you get your plush made for that low number of $3,500.  It’s fairly likely that if you want shipping by air or courier (sea can take 3-4 months) you’ll be paying another $3,000 to $6,000 just to ship it to your address.
This means that already your plush are costing a lot more than you may have assumed, which means less profit for you, the creator.

#6 Also, shipping to your customers is ALSO expensive.

Oh yeah, and now that you’ve spent all that money, to ALSO ship to your customers expect another $5 to $14 per domestic order depending on number of plush they ordered.  International shipping is EASILY $17 for Canada or $25 for international (US numbers).  If you have a very small plush, you may be able to get away with less, but basically, you’ll be spending a lot more dollars to make sure these items can even get to your fans in the first place.

#7 So, Kickstarter.  Let’s discuss where most people go wrong here.

We’ve already gotten into why these plush are super expensive, and that is JUST to create them.  Now, the great thing about Kickstarter is that it allows you to make sure there is enough funding and interest in your plush before you create them!  So, why is Kickstarter a bad idea for your plush?
A. almost everyone doesn’t raise enough money.
I’m not talking about whether your project is funded… what I mean is that most people only try to raise the cost OF PRODUCING THEIR PLUSH!  You need to consider the cost of shipping it to you and then shipping it out to backers!  Not to mention the fact you already lose about 10% of your profit right off the bat to Kickstarter and credit card fees, and yes, that includes what you raised in shipping fees.  It’s much better to be unfunded than to raise enough to purchase your plush, but not ship it to backers.
B. On top of section A, lots of people have TONS of backer rewards from stickers to buttons to all kinds of other products that they often don’t charge enough for, or give away.  These all eat off of your profit.
C. Most people REALLY ARE NOT ready to mail out 100 packages all at once, let alone 600-1000, or whatever crazy number you may wind up at if you over fund.  More on this, later.

#8 Well, what if I just self fund?

That’s fine, but what will you do if you go to a convention and literally only sell 1-2 of your plush?  It’s unlikely that most plush sellers you see are selling hundreds or thousands of plush a con.  Most of them are probably selling 15-50 or so plush at a large con. It takes a lot of sales to pay back your initial investment unless you have distributors, or an initial funding.

#9 OK, so you funded, did everything right, and now have a giant pile of plush… wait, where are you even going to STORE these?

We’re ordering 3,000 Purrmaid plush and an additional 1000 baby Purr mini beanbags.  The combined weight for all of these is a metric ton, or about the weight of a fully grown polar bear.  This all sounds pretty cool until you start to wonder where the hell all of these guys are gonna be placed?  I live in a small 2 bedroom apartment and most of the extra space is already full of my business supplies.  In my case we have rented not 1 but TWO 10x20′ garages, and I’m still not sure that’ll be enough.  There’s a fair chance I’ll be spending an additional $150 or so a month to rent a larger storage unit until I’m able to finish sending out my Kickstarter orders if they won’t fit in the space I already have.
Now, if you’re a kid at home, will your parents really be able or willing to store even 500 plush?  If you’re not super well off and living in a 1 bedroom apartment, or if you have roommates, do you have the shared space to store 12-20 large boxes?  Can you afford to pay for monthly storage at possibly premium rates?  These are extra expenses that people don’t always consider.

#10 You have all of the above… how are you going to get these plush to cons??

Remember, plush are LARGE ITEMS!  Unless you have super tiny plush you’re gonna have to invest in a way to get these guys to shows with you.  We drive a Honda Civic and already it’s pretty full when we go out to shows.  We invested about $400 into getting a roof rack and top carrier so we can store our plush above us since the car was full.  Alternatively, you may need to start mailing boxes of plush to every single show, adding extra costs.  You’ll probably need to invest in a vacuum sealer.  Again, all of these costs eat out of your final profit.

#11 Do you have the ability to take time off work, or put aside contract work to ship out 300 to 1000 boxes?

A couple years ago when I was moving I put a TON of things onto Ebay.  I sold about 25-30 items at once, and set them up so they all shipped in flat rate boxes.  Despite that, to just package and ship these 25-30 items took me the WHOLE weekend.  There was a huge mess of boxes and packages and I had to make sure not to mix anything up.  That’s baby business compared to my 600 Kickstarter backers and additional 200 or so preorders.  There ARE websites designed to help you with the shipping process, but they cost money.  There are label printers, but they cost money.  There are a lot of things to make life easier, but it WILL cost money, and if you don’t use them, it’ll cost you a ton of time.  I’m self employed, so I have to purposely NOT take on any work for about 2 months while I take care of these Purrmaids.

#12  Are you good enough with your money that you can COMPLETELY separate the money you raise for your plush from your regular funds?

This is super important.  In our case we had about $37,000 coming into our bank account, so we had to make sure to have a separate account JUST for Purrmaids.  I’ve always been juggling money, because I ran a large household for several years, and had to deal with accepting large multi thousand dollar plus rent payments, while juggling student loan payments, and other bills, all at the same time.  Separation is ESSENTIAL in cases like this, or you risk mixing up your dinner income with your plush money.  The worst thing you can do is accidentally use your Kickstarter or plush pre-order money on paying off some bills and then when it comes to shipping your items, have no money left over.  No one wants to go into massive debt.  Be extra wary because it’s very likely you’ll have to wait MONTHS before you even start to pay the money back into shipping and the like and you NEED to realize that this Kickstarter money is basically untouchable until every last order has been sent out.  Are you strong enough to stare at $35,000 while your bank account maybe only has $5,000 in it, and then pay your 1,000 to 2,000 bill off using your regular savings and NOT the plush order? If you can’t do that, you’re not ready to run an expensive Kickstarter.  If you live month to month on your paychecks, you REALLY should reconsider running a massive Kickstarter.  Why?


#13 You WILL go over budget.

I think there are rare people who keep things completely in budget, and GO THEM!  Most likely, you’re going to go over budget.  Either accidentally (You forgot to consider shipping costs, or forgot to include the cost of the boxes and envelopes TO ship, or delays came up, estimates were off, etc), or purposely decided to go over budget (In our case, we hired a lawyer, and then decided to raise some plush numbers from 500 to 1000, AND are producing the baby Purrs out of pocket, 500 of which we are just giving away for free!).
You should always have some savings in place, and plan to use some of it towards your project, or, have a dedicated pre-order system in place to help take care of extra costs.  Again, remember that every single dime of income should be held aside until 100% of your orders are shipped.

#14 Some of your plush WILL get lost in the mail.

I haven’t yet gotten to the shipping part, but I’ve been running a business for years, now.  Mail gets lost some times.  It sucks.  You better have a plan in place for all customers who do not get their expensive items, and which you’ll likely be covering out of pocket while you wait for your *hopefully* insured mail to send you a refund.

#15 Are you seriously willing to check the internet every single day to answer questions, and post updates, and deal with angry people if there are delays?

SO many people are just terrible about customer service.  This seems straightforward to me, but seriously, if you are going to run a massive fundraising thing, stay in touch with everyone.  If you’re shy, and don’t like answering emails, have a person who WILL for you.  If you can’t do any of this, re-consider having a plush.

#17 Have you taken care of a large multi hundred or multi thousand dollar order before?

If not, PLEASE do that thing first!!!  Consider ordering special bookmarks, enamel pins, glittery prints, soft cover books, or ANYTHING before you consider doing a plush project.  These projects will often cost anywhere from $200 to $2500 to produce, which is significantly less money you risk losing if things go wrong.  In addition to all of that, it’s practice for what it means to deal with outsourcing, and shipping out orders.  It takes practice to really understand the costs of shipping and production, as well as how to market yourself at a convention or online.  I do fairly well, but I still have a good 50 or 60 books leftover from my massive 500 book order a couple years back.  Dealing with storing the books, traveling with them, and displaying them gave me a ton of practice for dealing with an item that will undoubtedly be much more expensive and difficult to manage.  I’ve been selling my art for about 6 years or so, and 2-3 years fully freelance.  If I had done this plush order even 2 years ago I would NOT have been ready for the undertaking.

Start with small items and build your way up.  Your dream might be to make and produce a plush, but don’t become a sucker to that dream and hurt yourself financially with a HUGE undertaking unless you’re really ready for it.  Don’t think of plush as a get rich quick scheme, until you really understand 100% of the costs behind it.

Just be smart if you go into plush production.

I’m going to write up a full post on my Purrmaid plush Kickstarter around January or so, but until then, I figure it’s important to note that out of the $39,200 we raised, our estimated final costs are closer to $45,000.  We actually DID plan to put our own money down on this project, and have made financial choices with full awareness, but I worry other people see that $40,000 funding raised and assume the money was pure income.  Don’t jump into a huge financial undertaking unless you have the full ability to take care of it.  Plush are DEFINITELY not a product for everyone, and I just want people to be aware of the difficulties behind it BEFORE they start down that road!!

That said, if you read all of this, know you got it, and produce a plush, please share it with me!  I love seeing all kinds of artistic creations!

Kiki

Black Ink|Chap. 01

// He was God. He wrote with such beautiful, spindling words, they lured anyone to their own death if it was deemed. And every letter of every book he ever wrote were those of Spring - beautiful, and clean, and pure, and fresh. But he was cold like ice, and his eyes were harsh with all the ugly words he could never write. And she - well, she was his Ending.

// Chap.01 Chap.02 | Chap.03 | Chap.04 | Chap.05 | Chap.06 | Chap.07 | Chap.08 | Chap.09 | Chap.10 (FINAL) | Epilogue |

// jihoon x reader

// word count: 1994


  America, the Land of Dreams.

  America was many things. The Land of the Free. The Land of Opportunities. The Land of the Beautiful. The Land of the Brave. But amongst all these nicknames, Lee Jihoon had heard one that piqued his interest quite possibly the most. And that was America, the Land of Dreams.

  Now, in the time span of two months that Jihoon had spent living in America, he had found it was really anything but. There was nothing special about the States, and The Land of Dreams was really an underrated nickname, if anything. He had to admit - yes, he had found dreams in America. But they were usually those of aspiring celebrities and athletes crumpled up, and stomped on in the streets of Hollywood. Not that Jihoon had ever visited Hollywood, of course. He was slightly scared at the idea of finding prostitutes on the street.

  But beside all that, he had found something he was actually quite fond of. And that was the chaos of it all. The United States of America was a big place. Much bigger than the last place he had lived at, anyway - Busan, South Korea. And bigger places usually consisted of more people. The more people, the better time he had at people-watching. Now, his people-watching skills might’ve come off as a bit creepy and stalking, but Jihoon had a perfectly good explanation for it all. Or, at least, he thought so.

  See, Lee Jihoon was an author. A secret one, at that. He had written the world famous book, Winter’s Frostbite, but had only submitted a secret name, Woozi, as the author. For privacy reasons, of course. And now that he felt the pressure to write another book - a better book - Jihoon took the idea he’d kept in the back of his mind for months now, and decided to move to New York City, New York, in the United States of America.

  And, it wasn’t all that bad, really. He’d grown into a certain routine for the past two months that he’d actually grown to enjoy - change was really one of his least favorite subjects.

  Every day, Jihoon woke up at 11:30, showered, and sat in his kitchen with a cold breakfast in front of him for an hour. After that, he’d walk to the coffee shop only a couple blocks down the street, and then sat at an empty, secluded booth in the way back. He’d write - or at least try to - while drinking from a cold cup of coffee that was once hot only some moments earlier, and stayed there until the shop closed at 2:30 in the morning. He’d stop by a convenience store, buy a packet of cigarettes, and walk back home. By the time he’d finally be able to succumb to sleep, it’d usually be 5:15 in the morning, and the sun would already be rising behind his dull, white curtains.

  It was a regular Monday afternoon when Jihoon had made it to the coffee shop at 1:15 PM. A little earlier than usual, but he shrugged it off as he walked in, and headed straight for the booth at the back of the shop, ignoring the usual greetings from the employees he could hardly put names to anymore. He grumbled a string of curse words to himself as he knocked his knee against the table when he tried to sit down.

  To put it short, it hadn’t been a very good morning. Of course, it was never a good morning for Jihoon - waking up was probably his least favorite activity. Besides running and writing, of course. But this morning, he’d burned his right forefinger while absentmindedly thumbing through a book and making scrambled eggs at the same time. He’d also managed to drop his cup of water, and cut himself when he tried to pick up the broken shards. Not mention a stupid pigeon had woken him up two hours earlier than usual when it’d flown in through his open window, and knocked over his picture frame.

  Jihoon huffed. His grip on the black pen in his hand tightened, and he bit his bottom lip as he stared hard at the lined paper in front of him - almost glared. It was no secret that writing was the hardest skill Jihoon had forgotten, and he’d grown incredibly defensive when it came to his own written words. At this point, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to write a decent letter again.

  A few minutes had passed when Jihoon could finally feel the beginnings of an okay sentence on the tip of his fingers, and, for once, he thought today might actually turn out pretty alright. He was smiling to himself, sighing in relief when he pressed his pen against the paper, and he knew he had the sentence just right.

  “I’m so sorry! I’m late, I know!” The sudden shout distracted Jihoon, and when he looked up, he saw a girl rush in through the doors of the coffee shop, shouting across to the counter where some employees were at, and before he could really stop it, Jihoon realized he’d forgotten what he was going to write.

  He groaned, letting go of the pen as he ran his hand first through his hair, and then over his face, sighing with exhaustion as he still, rather unfortunately, listened to this new, strange girl shout some more.

  “I’ll try not to let it happen again. I promise! I’m really, really sorry.” He heard the sound of laughing, and huffed with a roll of his eyes. Peering over his shoulder, he spotted Chan, Jeonghan, and Jisoo. They were some kind of weird trio he’d always found working at the coffee shop all at the same time. And, coincidentally, they seemed to have the same shift.

  “Er… just don’t do it again.” Chan nodded, pointing at the new girl, and Jisoo laughed, patting Chan on the back with some kind of thumbs up Jihoon thought was way out of this century.

  “Yeah, nice form of scolding, Chan.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes, and Jihoon watched as he brought out a crisp white apron and handed it to the girl over the counter.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to the boss about it, or something. Just take care of some of the customers. There should be some guy in the corner over there.” He nodded in the direction of Jihoon, and he quickly turned away. But it didn’t stop him from listening on. “He’s a regular, so be sure to take extra care of him. And there is a group of boys that just walked in, but they’re cute, so I’ll take over.” He heard the laughter of The New Girl - somehow refreshing, and it felt like he’d just taken a clean breath into his lungs.

  “Yeah, thanks.” Slowly, Jihoon turned to look back over his shoulder, and he saw The New Girl tying the apron around her waist. He could tell the knot would be messy and maybe even wrong what with the speed and rush of her actions.

  “Oh, and we don’t have a name tag for you yet.” Jisoo spoke up. “But it should be here soon. So, for now, just introduce yourself to the customers like normal. It’ll be fine.” The New Girl smiled, and Jihoon hoped to God she would come over and introduce herself, because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to call her The New Girl one more time.

  She smiled, ran a hand through her hair, and without another word, spun on her heel and headed straight for Jihoon’s booth. Once again, he quickly turned back to his paper, and he had to fight back the flush he could already feel creeping up his neck as he psyched himself for the next few minutes he’d be talking to this new employee.

  “Hi, my name is Y/N, and I’ll be serving you today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jihoon looked up at the girl, and God was she even more beautiful up close. But it wasn’t like he’d just thought that. Jihoon was a writer. An observer of people, and that’s what he was doing to Y/N. Observing her. He cleared his throat, giving himself one last pep talk in his head.

  Alright. Alright, cool. Her name is Y/N. Everything is fine. You can work with Y/N. Come on, Jihoon, you have the words of an author, here. Your book sold worldwide. You can do this. Just ask for black coffee. That’s all you need to do. Just a few simple words. Alright, on three. One. Two. Three -

  “Blaofee.” Great. Now Jihoon had to run back home, pack all of his things (which only consisted of a toothbrush, some clothes, and books), get a plane ticket, and move out of the United States of America. He was probably going to go to Australia, and finally use that accent he’d been practicing for two summers, now. Maybe go undercover as a drug dealer. Yeah, that was good, right? A drug dealer. He could call himself Woozi Dealer. “Drugs so good, they’ll make you Woozi.” A good play on words, no? Though it might cause trouble with his book… And when he finally made the profit from his meth lab, Jihoon could buy a shuttle, and go to Mars. He could be known as the first man to do a somersault on Mars. It seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan. Now, all Jihoon needed to do was learn how to make meth, and how to do a somersault…

  “Excuse me?” Y/N was laughing, raising an eyebrow at Jihoon, and he finally came back to his senses as he looked up at her with a blush on his cheeks.

  “I accidentally said black and coffee at the same time… and it came out as blaofee.” And suddenly, Y/N was laughing harder, covering her mouth as a small sound came from her lips, and Jihoon suddenly felt much more inspired to write.

  “So, I guess that’s one black coffee, right? Or, should I say, blaofee?” Y/N finally asked when she’d settled down, and Jihoon flushed, looking down at the table as he nervously laughed to himself, nodding. “Great. Then, I’ll be back with that soon. But, before I go - I’m just really curious - can I ask what you’re writing?” Jihoon looked down at his work to see he’d actually written three words at some point without realizing it.

  Out of all

  Jihoon was frustrated - angry - at his lack of words, and he looked back up at Y/N with a sudden fury behind his dark eyes.

  “Is it really your place to ask?” Y/N suddenly faltered, frowning as she took a single step back, clutching her small notepad in both her hands.

  “It’s not…” She trailed off, looking to the floor, and then back up to meet Jihoon’s eyes. And this time, it was he who faltered, falling back from his previous angry feelings. “I’m sorry.” Y/N bluntly apologized, and Jihoon blinked. “But, just so you know, I’m working here now. And from what I’ve heard, you’re a regular around here. So, you’re going to have to get used me. Whether you like me, or not.” She paused for a brief moment. “I’ll be back with your black coffee.” And without another word, she turned to walk back behind the counter, and through the doors of the kitchen.

  Jihoon sat back in his seat, still staring at the spot where Y/N had been standing only moments earlier. But it felt like years somehow, and Jihoon had the feeling she’d leave that effect on him for a very long time. He smirked to himself, chuckling as he shook his head, and he leaned back over his paper, grabbing his pen once more. And he wrote.

  Out of all her desperate wishes, he was her biggest one.

ohmakemeahercules  asked:

How about first day the bakery reopens since they came back to D12?

Thank you for the prompt. This is my first time writing anything canon-compliant so hopefully it doesn’t suck. Unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.


He slides his fingers over the countertop. The patchwork of new and old skin on his hand matches mine. It will never go away. Neither will the psychological scars from that fatal day. But today is not about the past; it’s about the present and the future.

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So, how is Hamilton supposed to help save the American live action musical movie industry? Well, in honesty… it probably can’t save it single-handed. But it can revitalize the process. Hamilton is unique for so many reasons, but most often it is cited as having brought an incredible new lineup of people to Broadway. People that didn’t pay any attention to theatre before are looking at what possibilities theatre can give. Not to mention, according to President Barack Obama, it’s the only thing he and the aforementioned Mr. Cheney agree on. The musical is almost universally beloved, and it is ripe for a film.
The stage performance is incredibly minimalist, consisting of simple, incomplete background scenery that never changes, as far as I’m aware. Yet the story involves several locations, such as the Caribbean, New York, England, New Jersey, even the White House can make a brief appearance. The first act is almost entirely during the Revolutionary War, with the Battle of New York, the Battle of Monmouth, and the Battle of Yorktown all making appearances… that’s something exciting to watch. Sex, betrayal, war, spies, incendiary politics… all wrapped in, well, rap, one of the generation’s most popular musical genres. But the music is more complex and layered than that, bringing stylings that basically everyone can find enjoyable at some point, even if they have a distaste for that one genre. The story is compelling, exciting, fun, and heartbreaking. There’s a reason it’s so incredibly popular… and with that popularity comes a pre-built audience base. If done correctly, making money would be, perhaps, the easiest thing for this film to do.


But it has to be done right. For that to happen, risks have to occur. And one of those risks, which most that pay attention to film know has gotten a lot more discussion in recent years, is the cast. Hollywood, no doubt, would want to put your big names in the film, some of whom could perform the singing necessary (Meryl Streep, Hugh Jackman), some of whom… maybe can’t (Gerard Butler, Russell Crowe). But, as you probably know, these are all white people. Hollywood loves casting white people, whether the roles are white or not. It’s not very often that the roles go in the other direction, with non-whites receiving roles originally intended for white people. This is important because Hamilton has also received a lot of well-deserved attention for having exactly one white principal performer in King George. Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Aaron Burr, James Madison… all the other historically white principal characters are played by black, Latino, and Asian actors and actresses. And that’s important to the musical, not just in how it was created, but also what it says. And Hollywood wouldn’t like that risk much… but as Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Straight Outta Compton have shown, women or non-white casts can drive movies to big profits. The idea that these films won’t earn money needs to be tossed aside across the whole movie industry, and Hamilton may be able to help the film industry in that regard as well.


With the correct cast (which, honestly, I’d say the original cast, but that occurring might be beyond a stretch), the correct director, and a reasonable budget, Hamilton could set record profits and finally smash the gross earnings of Grease. From there, Hollywood has to learn the right lesson: Crafting movie musicals needs to focus on basics. 1) Get the cast right. Don’t cast A-listers that can’t perform well just to draw in crowds. If they can’t sing, you won’t get the repeat customers you need. 2) Get the music right. This mostly pertains to potential new musical films not dragged from Broadway to the screens of Hollywood. But make sure the music is, well… good. And can reach everyone in the audience. Hamilton’s success doesn’t mean make a billion rap musicals. They have to be crafted well to work. 3) Make it cinematic. Into the Woods made money in 2014 because Meryl Streep, Chris Pine, Anna Kendrick, Johnny Depp, and Emily Blunt. Also, Disney. It was released at the right time, it’s a fairly popular musical, it was well-advertised… But, critically, it failed to get much traction. 72% from critics on Rotten Tomatoes (not bad, but not amazing), and only 49% of audiences liked it. It’s also one of the few commercially successful movie musicals of the 21st century to not win the Golden Globe for Best Musical/Comedy, losing to Grand Budapest Hotel. And the biggest issue the film had was being limited in scope and execution. It felt almost like a theatrical performance, as scenery failed to stand out and differentiate itself, and the second act rushed too quickly into darkness. It didn’t take enough advantage of its cinematic nature, staying too close to theatre and not taking risks. There’s cinematic opportunity with Hamilton. It’s practically a blank slate of imagery.


As long as Hollywood doesn’t see Hamilton as “what gimmick can we glean to slap on other projects for money” (like many fear is the “lesson” learned from the rated R Deadpool) and treats the source material with respect and deference, but takes risks for the audience to enjoy, then we could start to see movie musicals marching back toward their live action origins. Book of Mormon, Next to Normal, and many other musicals not even created yet could be the revitalization of the genre… but Hamilton is the linchpin.


Hollywood… do not throw away your shot.

— 

How Broadway’s “Hamilton” Can Save the American Movie Musical (Medium)

the possibilities presented by using other media made me go back & watch the animated storyboards of Hamilton’s final monologue & Meet Me Inside

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There is no way you lived through the seventies without knowing or at least seeing some Merry Mushroom piece in someone’s kitchen.

I think the word “ubiquitous” is in order.

Pretty much every household had some piece somewhere:  a coffee pot, clock, canister set, cookware, post holders, glassware, placemats, cheese platter, silverware, towel rack, planters, perhaps even curtains (although curtains were more of a “finishing touch” to the MM look).

I imagine if you really wanted to, you could do your entire kitchen in Merry Mushroom, save for the appliances and furniture pieces (unless those were made, too, and I just don’t know about them).

This was probably one of the most shining moments in Sears history.

They made and sold the Merry Mushroom line from 1970 to 1985 when the line was finally discontinued…a long, profitable reign whose line seemed to expand and extend from year to year.

As nice as it is to see corporate support for same-sex marriage, I recognize that corporations are only doing so because it’s finally profitable to be pro-gay. I also recognize that a lot of these corporations are participating in gay-washing, trying to make themselves look virtuous by throwing up a rainbow logo and taking an ultimately low-risk stand for same-sex marriage, yet doing nothing to improve the lives of, for example, the underpaid factory workers they exploit. I just hate the thought of my community losing its political edge and becoming corporate shills that can be bought. I hate it almost as much as I hate getting a stain on my shirt when I’m out with friends. That’s what makes Tide To Go Instant Stain Remover so convenient. It’s a pen that fits in your pocket or your purse so you can take it with you wherever you go, but it’s strong enough to get rid of tough grease stains. The secret is a powerful cleaning solution paired with a micro-fiber pad that breaks down and absorbs stains, meaning you’ll stay spot-free no matter where you are. Together, we can wipe out homophobia and wipe out tough stains with Tide To Go Instant Stain Remover.

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Thanks to all of you amazing backers, we’ve already passed $5,000, which means we’ve doubled our initial goal and hit our second stretch goal and will print Pablo Clark’s original story The Pyre in the comic.

Our next stretch goal is at $9,000 when we finally turn a profit and can give bonuses to all of our amazing artists! I know it’s a long way to go in a week and a half, but if we get the word out, it’s totally doable! Support the Kickstarter here! 

Steve

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Scandalous Downton Abbey Christmas-Special Details Revealed | Vanity Fair

Excerpt:
“While ITV does not offer many teasers about the upstairs characters, it does have some interesting leaks regarding the Downton staff. For instance: Bates takes more drastic measures, this time in attempt to clear Anna’s name as she faces an uncertain future behind bars(!). Baxter and Molesley, per usual, scheme together on some murky master plan. The most intriguing plot point, however, involves Hughes and Mr. Carson, the downstairs duo who were teased holding hands at the end of Season 4. The two apparently close out Season 5 by considering a business venture. What could this possibly be? We are pulling for a crisis management center, so that Hughes can finally profit off of her ability to extinguish household dramas with the flare and grace of a 20th-century Olivia Pope.”


EHA: Elsie Hughes and Associates. “It’s Handled.” Bwhaha….. Someone should fic it.

Peter Hale- Since when...

Originally posted by painfulblisss


Request:“Can I request an imagine where Peter saves the reader and she starts yelling at him for risking his life and why would he do that and etc. And to shut her up, he kisses her?”

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After that problem with the kanima  we all thought that we will finally have some months to relax and fall back into our old patterns. We thought that we will spend our time like some normal teenagers. Well…I was a normal teenager so technically I could back down any time I wanted. But all my friends were part of the supernatural world and they had to fight those battles so I didn’t want to let them down.

So right after the epic battle between us, Jackson and later, Gerard, Derek, me, Isaac and Peter went to the old Hale house. It was the first time I saw this place. I bet this house used to be one of the most beautiful in the city. Now almost all of it was burnt.I felt feelings of sadness and regret flooding my heart. How could someone be so cruel and do something like this to some innocent people. For a few moments I looked at the burnt building, then I saw some strange symbol on the door.

“What’s that?” I was the first one to ask.

“It’s a mark.” Derek said.

I looked confused at him.

“Why do you think Derek wanted to form a pack so quickly?” Peter asked.

“To gain power.” I answered.

“Yes, but why?” Isaac asked earning an eye roll from Peter.

“There is a pack of Alphas in town. That’s their mark.” Derek said.

“Please don’t tell me we are going to fight again.” I whined.

“Sorry to ruin your summer sweetheart.” Peter said

———————————————-

A few months passed and nothing important happened. Our summer was more ordinary than I thought it will be. No creatures, no battles. We had one problem though. We couldn’t find Boyd and Erica. Derek tried everything but they just disappeared.

But as soon as the school started, some really strange things happened. There were a lot of people missing and in our class appeared two twins. Scott is sure they are part of that Alpha pack. As the weeks passed we found out that the mysterious disappearances are sacrifices and the new vistors are here to make Derek kill his pack in order to join them.

We were at the loft trying to find a solution.

“Why don’t we just kill Deucalion. Maybe they will fail without a leader.” I suggested.

“It’s impossible. We have to fight all of them to get to him.” Derek said.

“Why don’t you just go shopping? Leave this problem to some grown-ups.” Peter said.

Derek hit his leg as a warning but he didn’t seem to care as he went on with his comments. “I’m serious now. Don’t you have to paint your nails or to do something that will keep you away from us?”

“Peter!”Scott growled.

“No, Scott. I understand. I am the mascot of the pack. I am a human I can’t fight or help you. I get it.” I said almost crying while I grabbed my bag and stormed out off the room. I went straight to my house. I tried to calm myself by taking a long shower. When it was over I looked at my phone to see if I have any missed calls or messages. Surprisingly, I had one from Scott. He told me that the fight with the Alphas will be tonight at the abandoned mall. He begged me to not come because it will be really dangerous.

Since I have always been stubborn, I decide to go anyway. I planned to arrive after the battle will begin so Scott wouldn’t be able to send me home.

I did as I wanted. When I arrived ,I saw my friends fighting with the enemies. Scott was fighting with Ennis. Without thinking, I ran to them, and tried to punch the Alpha. Unfortunately he caught my wrist, and threw me in a column.

“Y/N! Run!” Scott yelled. I tried to get up but in that moment I saw Kali coming towards me. I looked desperately around for something to fight with. When she raised her clawed hand I closed my eyes waiting for the hit. But it never came. When I looked again I saw Peter fighting with her. She was much stronger than him.She succeeded in leaving some deep scratches across his chest and cheek. Luckily Derek was there and attacked Kali before she could give a final hit. Peter profited from her moment of distraction to help me get up. I think that the falling and the hitting I suffered had some pretty serious results because in the moment I stood up, I felt dizzy and everything around me started to spin. I felt Peter’s hand resting on my back but then everything went black.

———————————————————–

I woke up in an unknown bed. My head still hurt but that didn’t stop me from getting up and walking towards the man looking outside the window.

“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.

“I brought you here  three hours ago. I don’t think that you have any serious damages.” After a few seconds of silence he continued “I told you to stay home”

At that moment I felt fury and anger taking over my body. Why was he so mean to me? Why everything I do is never good enough. Overwhelmed by all of those emotions I snapped. “Why not?! Because I am a stupid girl who doesn’t know how to fight? Because you suppose that the only things I know are the basic girly things? You are wrong.”

“I proved my point in the battle. One hit put you down. Imagine what would have happened if I weren’t there.” he said surprinsingly calm.

“I would have defeated Kali. I would have shown everybody that I’m strong even though I’m not a werewolf.” I yelled.

‘Yeah sure. Your world looks funny. Tell me. Do you have unicorns there?” Peter gave me one of his famous smirks.

“That was my chance and you ruined it.” I screamed, annoyed by his attitude. Suddenly he changed. His face became serious and I  could tell that I really provoked him now. But I couldn’t care less. After all, it was his fault that I didn’t have the opportunity to prove myself.

“Was your chance to what?! To get killed?! To make everyone suffer?! To make everyone blame themselves ?! Sorry for not wanting to live with the image of your dead body laying on a cold floor!” He yelled.

“Stop it. Stop pretending that you did that for me!” I snapped.

“Ok. I’m sorry I risked my life for you. I’m sorry for getting all these scratches and wounds trying to help you.” he said.

“Why did you do that?!” I screamed

“Because I want to be a respectable member of our community and help people in need.” he replied.

“Arghh. I’m serious. What selfish reasons do you have now? Why would you risk your life for someone like me? Why..” I tried to say but in that moment his hands were on my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine. At first I was shocked and I couldn’t move but after a few seconds all my muscles relaxed and I kissed back.  His hands left my cheeks and fall to my hips pulling me closer to him. Instinctively, I wrapped my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. I let out small moans and I could feel his smirk. When we finally stopped I took  one small step back so I could see him better.

“That was…uhm…interesting.” I said. “Since when do you…” I tried to say but I couldn’t find my words. ‘love me?” No. I don’t think he sees me in that way. ‘Like me?’ ‘Find me attractive?’. So many ways to end that question, yet nothing fit.

“Since when have I wanted to kiss you?” he asked.

You nodded.

“I really don’t know. I think it was that day when we went to my old house with Derek and Isaac. I just met you, and at first you seemed so annoying. But then, in the woods, we started talking and I saw how intelligent you are. But the moment that made me to want you, was when I saw the pain you had in your eyes when you looked at that house, even though you didn’t know us. Your kindness and genuine care for the others are the reasons.”he said.

“Then why were you so mean to me.” I asked looking at the ground. He put his hand under my chin and made me look at him.

“When I went to my appartment after the little walk in the woods, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I know it’s a cliche but it’s true. But then, I realised that I can’t give you a safe life. Being with me, means being in a constant danger. You deserve more, Y/N.”

“Can we try? Just to see if it works.” I whispered.

“I don’t know how to be a boyfriend.” he said and stroked my cheek.

“I can teach you.” I grabbed his shirt collar pulling him to me, in a slow and passional kiss.”