for me looks a half bad

Ice

Roman sat in the commons, pencil in hand, working on ideas for the latest script. It was a tideous process and while having another person in the room was good to bounce ideas off of and usually to helped ground him, the sound was starting to grate on his already fraying nerves.


His eye twitched.


Crrk

Cruunch

Cruunch

Cruuunch


Twitch.


Crrrrk

Crrk

Crakk

Crunnch

Crunnch

Crunnnch


Twitch.


Crrrrak

Crrrk

Crunnnch

Crunnch

Crun-’


His pencil snapped in his hand.


“Must you chew so obnoxiously?!”


The other person in the room-Virgil, who was laying flat on the couch with a small disposable cup balanced on his chest- jumped before sitting up in confusion.


“Wha? Wha ‘er yew talkin’ 'bout Princey? ’m jus chewin’ ice”


“Yess”, hissed the Royal, “but why?”


Virgil raised a finger before swallowing the water his ice cube had melted into.


“It helps calm me down”


Curious,  Roman raised a brow, “how so?”


The dark trait shrugged.

“I dunno it just does”


“Hmm…”


—-

Logan walked in a half hour later.


'Crrk’

Cruunch’

Cruunch

Cruuunch


Crrrrk

Crrk

Crakk

Crunnch

Crunnch

Crunnnch-’


“You two do know that chewing ice is bad for your teeth right?”


Both Virgil and Roman paused, little disposable cups in hand. They gave each other a look before turning to the Teacher with equal deadpanned expressions and shrugging.


Crunnch


AN:// I live! Eh sorta, I’m still working on the Innerworks chap, life has been pretty hectic over here, so bear with me guys.

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anonymous asked:

Bts reaction to hugging another guy on a date with them that ends up being just a brother

Jin: The two of you were eating at a fancy restaurant when you excused yourself to go to toilet. However, when you came back, you weren’t alone. Oh no, you were with a guy. A pretty good-looking one too. Not as handsome as Jin, but he wasn’t half bad. He assumed you were just friends but when you hugged, he dropped his chopsticks. Jin waited for you to come back to your seat before asking.

“Who was that? How dare you hug another guy in front of me? You realize I am way more handsome than that guy, right?” He ranted, dragging out how words when saying he was ‘way more handsome’.

“Jin.”

“What?” He paused just before he was about to have another outburst.

“You realize that that’s my brother, right?”

Yoongi: You were hanging out in the studio together, when someone knocked on the door. You went to check and peered through the security window to see who was on the other side. When you realized it was your brother, you opened the door, quickly getting enveloped in a hug. Yoongi was not impressed. He spun around in his chair and crossed his arms.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He questioned through grit teeth. You came out of the hug then raised a brow.

“I’m hugging my brother…? I said he was coming today, didn’t I?”

Namjoon: To be honest, when he saw you hugging another guy, he didn’t really care. He just assumed it was a friend of yours and didn’t mind it because he trusted you.

“Who’s that?” He asked, watching you from above the book he was reading. He placed it down gently to stand up and shake the hand of the stranger.

“Ah, he’s my brother, I said he was coming today.”

Hoseok: He’d be freaking out on the inside, but on the outside he’d be as blank as a slate. Though that wasn’t to say his lips weren’t forming into the ‘ㅅ’ shape naturally. As soon as you hugged the stranger, he physically twitched in his chair before jumping up out of his seat and reaching you in one lunge of a footstep.

“Who’s that?” He whispered in your ear quickly, his hot breath tickling your neck causing you to giggle a little.

“That’s just my brother, pumpkin.” He’d feel more than a little sheepish after that to say the least.

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Jimin: When you started hugging the man that Jimin had never seen before that was pretty good looking and tall, Jimin felt pretty annoyed. He had to force himself to stop glaring at the stranger and had his fists clenched. But his anger drained away in a single comment from you.

“Jimin, this is my brother, say hi.” You smiled brightly, practically lighting up the room and Jimin felt his heart melt, whilst also feeling the heat of embarrassment for mistaking your brother as someone else.

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Taehyung: He would be very subtle in his annoyance, but in reality he kinda wanted to cuss out the guy you were hugging. As soon as you were free from the other man’s grasp, he appeared behind you to hug you, resting his chin on your head. You laughed at this.

“Stop Tae, not in front of my brother.” He froze at this and sighed, moving to just hold your hand instead.

Jungkook: The second you started to hug the stranger, Jungkook decided he had to stop you quickly. So, on purpose, he would drop his book to the floor making you jump out of the person’s arms. He had to hide a smirk at that.

“Sorry.” He apologised before looking up after grabbing the book. “Who is that, Y/N?”

“My brother.” Jungkook cringed internally at his mistake and had to hold back a sigh.

I had a really weird but really mundane dream that I was playing my prediction of whatever flashpoint is coming after Copero.

So like, I already read the spoilers and I knew that finding another of the Emperor’s Vault’s was gonna be a plot point, so the flashpoint I was playing in the dream was about like “Oh, we have to… raid it. There’s baddies, whatever, it’s PLOT”, I don’t remember well because it was very unclear because in the dream I was having a hard time following the story because Scourge came back and they’d given him the ugliest fucking hat and I couldn’t stop looking at how bad it was.

It was a skull, but not even like, a full skull, just like the top half of a human skull that he was wearing like a fucking shower cap and he looked like the biggest fucking DOOFUS and I couldn’t pay attention.

Anyway, like all my dreams it eventually devolved into a nightmare and dream me had to run from probably atomic fire and never saw the end of the flashpoint, but that was the dream. Scourge in the stupidest fucking hat I’ve ever seen.

$5 says it does actually wind up being a helmet in game tho, they just get progressively uglier.

Boy I sure do love seeing my art reposted on Instagram by someone who did not contact me and cropped out half of my signature

Ladrien June Day 15: Fear

why keith is considered ‘the best pilot of his generation’

  • can eat a whole mandarin in one bite, skin and all
  • knows all the words to ‘paul blart mall cop’
  • swallowed some tadpoles at the garrison because a kid dared him he wouldn’t and he also wanted to see if they’d grow into frogs in his stomach
  • his favourite snack is tomato sauce on ice cream
  • once made eye contact with a baby at walmart and refused to look away for 46 mins for fear of looking weak
  • stubs his toe on a daily basis and doesn’t even flinch
  • mispronounces 'ask’ as 'axe’
  • spells it as 'axe’ too
  • 'i’ll just axe him nicely shiro’ 'ok keith let’s not do that’
  • chews on pencils instead of sharpening them
  • still believes in santa claus at age 18
  • 'i have a crush on lance what should i do?’ 'flowers are always nice-’ 'you’re right shiro i’ll steal his social security number and get him arrested for fraud, then bail him out so he falls in love with me’
  • can sing in a perfect falsetto all the words to celine dion’s 1997 smash hit 'my heart will go on’
  • bought his jacket from the kids’ section
  • legally changed his name to 'flurb’ because he was feeling sad and needed something to make him laugh
  • can flip pancakes perfectly
  • doesn’t need to use conditioner
  • wears leather and carries lighters to impress boys but lies down on the sidewalk and wails when he sees a small dog
  • grew a mullet because nobody trusts him near scissors
  • can’t use his knife to cut it either because truthfully he doesn’t know what knives are used for, he just thinks they look cool
  • got expelled for coming to an exam 2 hours late and yelling 'what the hap is fuckening’
  • keith: 'so i’m half alien…is this why i pour milk before cereal?’ kolivan cringing: 'no that’s just you’
what the fuck rp starters
  • “Oh look, carnage.”
  • “I found you beat half to death in a dumpster. When I said I would call 9-1-1 you punched me in the face and said no before passing out.”
  • “Holy shit you look terrible.”
  • “Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”
  • “This is the tenth half-eaten corpse I’ve seen. It’s still kinda horrifying but less horrifying than the first time I saw one.”
  • “Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”
  • Everything about your life makes so much sense now.”
  • “I don’t know, that sounds like a ‘fuck off’ kind of growl.”
  • “There’s a girl snorting cocaine off the counter in the bathroom. Just thought you’d wanna know.”
  • “I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”
  • “After the fight some dude catcalled me on the way home so I turned around and spat a bunch of blood at his feet. Never seen someone regret doing something so fast.”
  • “Is that a fucking dragon?”
  • “That is genuinely disturbing.”
  • “Don’t smile. You have the smile of a serial killer.”
  • “This is surprisingly not the worst thing we’ve done. This is like, maybe halfway up the list.”
Oh Sehun//Fast Lane

Summary: You finally find out how your big cousin earns her money - she’s the flag girl for the illegal street races in your neighborhood, and now she’s dragging you along. And that’s where you meet the Hawaii-shirt wearing, orange-headed Oh Sehun, ace street racer and smartass.
Scenario: street racer!au 
Word Count: 6,337

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Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.

Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.

•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other

•lazy morning sex

•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.

•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”

•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies

•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”

•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.

•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.

•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible” Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?” “Blinded by love” “You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”

•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.

•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.

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anonymous asked:

hey i'm sorta new to the fandom and idk much about the batfamily who seem to be a big part of dc so can you describe them to me?

bruce wayne: 75% brooding, 25% adopts children with black hair and blue eyes and turns them into his crime fighting sidekicks

richard (more commonly known as dick) grayson: 50% ass, 50% love and affection

jason todd: 50% daddy issues, 40% anger, 10% looking for love and approval

tim drake: 50% insomniac, 50% drinks coffee like drug addicts snort coke

damian wayne: 30% cutest nose ever, 30% threatens to kill half the people he’s met, 30% adopts stray animals like his father adopts kids (it’s a wayne thing!!), 10% favoring dick over his other brothers

stephanie brown: 100% the most bad ass person in this family for slapping bruce that one time

cassandra cain: 50% cinnamon roll that could kill you, 40% showing affection with body language instead of words, 10% most adorable brown eyes ever

alfred: 100% the heart of the family, nothing would ever get done without him around, even when the other members don’t get along with each other they get along with alfred + they would all be dead without him like who tf would cook

i know i’m missing some people like barbara and duke because i only did the people that i knew really well sorry

real talk though

i think the thing with harry potter - why it’s so loved, why it’s so derided, all by people who grew up reading the books - is just that. a lot of the people on sites like this who are reading it and critiquing it and analysing it are people who were kids reading these books, and grew up reading them. (mostly because we’re a large age demographic on these sorts of social media) i know i was four or five when i read them for the first time; i think they might have been the first novels i read independently like that. and i loved them! of course i did, i was four or five, and already an up-and-coming urban fantasy fan. they were full of magic, and kids who were sort of like me, and i loved them.

of course, i’m not four or five now. and neither are any of the people who grew up with the books when they were released. we’re all in our late teens and twenties, and when we look back, we’re looking back with an adult’s critical eye.

because when you’re nine years old, as i was when half-blood prince came out, or eleven, as i was when deathly hallows was released, the idea of harry going into the cave with dumbledore, or snape’s past with lily, don’t seem all that bad. after all, harry’s sixteen, and that’s way old - and snape’s past totally absolves him of any wrongdoing, right? it’s so romantic

and then we got older, and we read that series we’d loved when we’re kids, but we’re older and more critical. we look at it as adults, and see where it’s lacking. how there’s maybe five people of colour in harry’s year, how the only lgbt+ character was revealed to be so outside the books and it was never mentioned inside them, how messed up it is that harry did all this stuff and lived through so much when he was just a kid. even silly stuff - holes in the worldbuilding, little details that make no sense when you look at them twice.

now i’m twenty one and wondering why dumbledore couldn’t have put more adult wizards on harry’s case to help and protect him; why jk rowling imagines a world that seems to be white and straight and cis in its makeup. because i’m older, i understand these things a little more. and i can critique them, because why not? all media is flawed, in some way or other. 

but at the same time, i’m still that four or five year old reading these books for the first time and imagining myself with harry, ron, and hermione. having magical adventures in a land far more interesting than mine.

and i think that’s what i, personally, got from harry potter. it inspired me to write my own stories, the kind of stories i want to see. and on its flaws and failings, i want to build my own worlds, building on the things that annoyed me about the worldbuilding to make my own thing.

and it’s gonna be flawed, too. in different ways. but if i can make one person feel the way i felt, sitting up past my bedtime devouring philosopher’s stone like a starving person at a banquet, it’ll all be worth it.

Paid Relationship Study

I’m obsessed with the fake relationship trope and I saw this post and got inspired


“Have you gone insane, Potter?” Draco told his roommate, who was holding up a flyer excitedly in front of him. Written across the top in bold, capital letter said “PAID RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY” and just under than “Romantic Couples Study”.

“What? We’re both over eighteen, we both live together, and we get paid six thousand pounds! That’s three thousand pounds each!” Harry replied, reading off the criteria from the paper.

Draco snatched it from his hand and examined it. “Potter, we are not in a committed, monogamous romantic relationship, nor have we been dating for six months!”

“Yes, but six thousand pounds! You and I both know we need the money. It’s only a two week study, so we just have to pretend to be a couple until it’s over.” He explained. Draco crossed his arms, looking conflicted. It was bad enough that he had to share a house with the guy he fancied, but pretending to be in a relationship with him? Could he go back to being just his friend after this was over? “Come on, Draco.”

The words softened him. Of course he’d do anything for Harry bloody Potter when he was looking at him like that. “Fine.” He gave in, handing the flyer back to Harry. “But you’ll owe me, Potter.” Pointing a finger at him accusingly, Draco walked out of the room.

“More than giving you half of the money?” Harry shouted after him.

“You better buy me a present with your half!” He shouted back, hearing Harry chuckle.

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  • Allura is giving Lotor a grand tour of the castle.
  • Allura: Well here is the ‘’chilling’’ space as Lance calls it and.... OH there is Coran, he can give you the rest of the tour.
  • *runs outta there the moment she's done talking*
  • Lotor: Well Coran I would like to tell you I did enjoy-
  • Coran: OK cut with the chat, let’s get down to business. If you hurt any of my paladins I will single-handily whoop that purple smug off your face.
  • Lotor: Oh I understand-
  • Coran: I’m not done. With Pidge, oh she looks happy with her new found brother Matt but the moment you mention a word about their parents.. The second i see a frown on her face... you’re dead
  • Lotor: Ok got-
  • Coran: Hunk. That kid is the nicest kid you will ever meet if he ever trusts you. His food. Compliment it. It’s the purest thing you will ever get and make sure he knows it. If you don’t, DEAD.
  • Lotor: Should I write notes or-
  • Coran: SHHH- Now Keith. He might look like the typical emo boy but if you plant a seed of doubt in his mind because he’s half-Galra, so help me I will kill you. He deserves love and attention and if you make he feel bad i will destroy you.
  • Lotor: But-
  • Coran: Now Shiro, many things don’t get under his skin. And to be completely honest his choice in clothes and eyeliner are horrible but don’t tell him that or I will have to kill you.
  • Lotor: You done-
  • Coran: NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!
  • Lotor: Ok-
  • Coran: NOW! My son Lance. He is my pride and joy. Praise him like your life depends on it which it does. He is the light of the group and though i appreciate him it doesn't seem enough so you're going to do it. And if you don't-
  • Lotor: I get it. You will kill me.
  • Coran: That's the ticket!
  • Lotor: OK ok...You gonna give me a speech about Allura now?
  • Coran: Oh no boy. If you mess with her, she'll kill you herself

Person: “This character’s design is unrealistic. You said they’re an adult but they look like a highschooler, that’s bad design. :^/”
Me: *A person in my mid-20s who is still mistaken for a Highschooler on a daily basis* *Looks at half my friends in their mid 20′s still mistaken for HS students.* *Looks at my friend who in High School was always handed the Children’s Menu at restaurants* “Look, buddy–”

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

Wait what's the story about half the boys in your grade getting your class kicked out of Disney world?

Okay, if anyone is going to read this story, you are legally required to listen to the song “Turbulence” first. Nothing will truly make sense without it. You sit your ass through the entire damn song, if you try to skimp out on it the Elder’s will find you. It’s completely vital to the full experience of this stupid ass story. This ENTIRE story exasperates me

Now, okay, so my high school senior class….was relatively a group of good kids. It was a larger grade then I was used to growing up, so I obviously didn’t know everyone in the school personally, but I could pretty much recognize everyone in my grade, and like okay, there were a lot of class clowns and trouble makers™, but for the most part, no one was really a dick and everyone was generally a Decent Person.

Then, for some ungodly reason, the song ‘turbulence’ gets released. 

Now, I think the song actually came out in like, 2011 or something, but it caused Notable Problems with my grade in particular. It was deemed our ‘CLASS SONG’, and every time it played at an event or someone just played it for fun on their phone or something, every single kid in my age group just unexplainably went crazy. You never really knew what was going to happen, and it got worse each and every year- making senior year the year of Worried Faculty, and not without reason. 

Senior Year alone, before this Disney incident happened, the song ‘turbulence’ lead directly to the slightly-violent concussion of an unwillingly crowd surfing teacher and a few freshmen at homecoming, and it was also being blasted on a blue tooth speaker when a couple of boys in my class Lowkey Very Politely High-Jacked The Plane We Were On, so, when we got to Disney World, the chaperones made sure to contact whoever was in charge of our party and told them under no circumstances was this song to be played.

Anyway.

So the school does a Disney trip for the seniors every year- they stay in a cheap hotel and shove four or five withering and hormonal teens in a room, they go to the parks during the day, one night they walk through Universal and see the Blue Man Group in concert, and one night they usually have a big dinner and dance party for the kids, usually held in Sea World. 

But, you know what came out when they were planning the Disney trip? Blackfish. So, the school board (and a lot of the students) were like “UMM-” and that left them scrambling to find a new location for the party. 

The Disney workers, being Disney workers, were super helpful when the school mentioned this issue when they called to make reservations, though. They were like, “Oh, this is great timing! Your school always brings such well-behaved kids every year, and we’ve been thinking about opening up our Fantasia Gardens golf course as a party location! You guys could be our first official party!” and the school was super flattered so they agreed. Disney was providing a dance floor, food, a DJ, and everything else, and it wasn’t going to really cost anything extra, so the faculty was like, Super Excited about it. They thought this was gonna be a great thing, they were the experiment to see if they would try this with other schools, it was an honor, and it meant that they had a great reputation in Disney’s opinion, so maybe they’d be open to providing the school with free/new stuff/opportunities in future years.

Now, let me tell you something- I was Kinda Fucking Miserable for most of this trip. The first day was fine, but the second day saw my friends abandoning me in Magic Kingdom with barely any explanation, so I spent all day roaming MK and Epicot alone, save for occasionally standing next to acquaintances and talking to my different-school friends in a group chat on my phone, and then later that night my friend since third grade like, got a school official and cried to her about how I had instigated a fight and that’s why I was alone all day, which is literally such bullshit and not what happened, it‘s been 3 years and I still cannot believe she actually pulled this fuckery, so even though we made up later in the week I was still pissed the fuck off for the rest of my life the trip. All of my roommates (the deserters) were walking on eggshells around me, except this one control-freak girl who tried to micromanage everything I did (even though literally none of it affected her)  and none of us realized how pissed off I was until I apparently physically threw her out of the bed while I was in a deep sleep, multiple times, and also stole her pillow. So the only person who I wasn’t Fully Done with was this tiny girl from a writing class, but she was potentially Half-Hamster, exclusively wore clothes made for seven year olds, couldn’t go on half of the rides because of her glass eye, and 99% of her conversation points was talking about all the plans she had to hang out with one of the other girls I was rooming with (who didn’t actually wanna hang out with her/got mad at me the third day there because the boy she liked was flirting with me), so like…she was sweet but I also wanna go on rides and not hear how great the girls I’m lowkey in a Blood Feud with are, you know? She wasn’t exactly prime hang out material here. So by the time we get to this party at Fantasia Gardens, we’re all lowkey pretending like everything’s fine but like. It wasn’t hard to tell there was fighting going on. And you could just look at all the other students around you and see there was also fighting going on. Shoving so many kids in hot rooms is never a good idea, like YIKE. 

Anyway, I needed something at this party to be fun. I needed to be released at this point. 

I walk into the place and immediately realize I’m a fucking outlier amongst the girls- every single girl had opted for a sundress, whilst I thought a black skirt and a nice blouse would be enough. This should not have been a problem, but hey. High School. What can ya do. (it just made me more stressed) At this point I was like, this is it, this is it, I hate literally everyone in my high school. There’s nothing holding me back. Graduation take me the fuck away. But I had to make it through this party and then one more day in Disney. 

The room was like, a barn, kind off? Or at the very least it had been decorated like one. There was barbecue food, a dance floor, a lake outside, and a mini-golf course that we were told we were allowed to use at any part of the night. The DJ was playing relatively normal dance/club music. After about an hour of strobe lights and watching people dancing, My Friend Who Hath Betrayed Me and I decided to head down to the mini-golf course. 

There were these two guys there, and I didn’t really know them but they were clearly those ‘All Our Classmates Are Beneath Us Because We’re Alternative And Like Anime And Heavy Metal Music’ types of guys. They took one look at my ass in a tight black mini-skirt and immediately started flirting with me, and on any other occasion I would have shot them down, but 1) They were both actively focused on me over my friend, who I was still mad at and 2) I was frustrated - so I started flirting back even though I wasn’t interested in the slightest (and I had petty reasoning, of course, but I was 18, it was a bad week, it was 100 degrees, give me a break. I promise 99% of the time I’m not Awful). So anyway, we get caught up in a game of mini-golf with these anti-establishment boys, who spend the entire time dissing our classmates for, like, dancing, and looking for excuses to show off in front of me/touch me. We missed like half the dance because of this. 

Right when we were finishing our game, we were contemplating going to the other golf course (I was looking for an excuse to head back to the party tbh we were literally the only four people outside it was starting to feel like the set up to a horror movie) when a girl came up and told us to head back in because the boys™ had busted out the alcohol and we only had a limited amount of time before the chaperones noticed. 

(They sold alcohol at our hotel, a bunch of people had fake id’s made before the trip for this very reason). Me and my friend didn’t actually feel like drinking but we took the excuse and the boys followed us back inside (we lost them on the dance floor and I only saw them once again that night). Anyway, we arrived to what we thought was Chaos, but was truly only the Beginning of Chaos

Right off the bat, I noticed the boys from my Gov class and the boys I knew from detention were huddled around each other, muttering under the music. That, I knew, was not gonna lead to anything good. They see me, and they’re like “Javert! Javert people trust you! Go request that the DJ play turbulence!” and I’m like. No. What are you fucking planning??? But they just keep pressing me. They would not drop it oh my God. One of my roommates overhears this, the one who’s mad at me because her crush she never talks to was slightly flirting with me earlier, and she’s in a petty™ mood so she asks why they want it to play but they still won’t tell her, just keep insisting that it has to happening. So she’s all, ‘I can get it to play’ and struts off to the DJ booth with an exaggerated ponytail snap. I’m left with these boys like. For fucks sake please don’t get anyone killed. 

A few boys break off to go tap people and let them know what’s going on. The smell of alcohol is strong. Boys are starting to discreetly take off their shoes and any valuables and hide them under the tables. The chaperones aren‘t noticing any of this. 

I broke away from the dance floor to get a soda, and one of the teachers sees me looking mildly distressed and asks if something’s wrong. And I know. I know that I have the power to kill whatever the hell is about to happen. I’m the sole person in this room that’s clued in who’s not whispering in excitement and waiting for the song to play. I still don’t even know what they’re all planning on doing, but I could end this so fast, just say the words ‘turbulence’ or ‘the boys’ or ‘senior prank’, and this would be nipped in the bud immediately. This could be over before it ever started, all because of me.

And then I reflect on how shitty my weeks been going, how I was frustrated with most of the people in the room, how I needed something fun to happen at this party to release me from hell. 

I tell the chaperone I’m fine, just getting a little tired, and they drop it and head back to the buffet line. 

I head back to the dance floor. Everyone is grinding with baited breath. 

The DJ’s voice comes over the microphone: “I hear it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow! Let’s play her favorite song!”

Turbulence begins to play.

The class goes wild, wilder than they’ve ever been before. The building may as well be shaking from all the noise and music. 

The teachers are trying to get the DJ’s attention to cut the song. He can’t hear them. 

The bass drops

Almost every boy on the dance floor screams, runs outside, rips off their shirts and jumps into the fucking lake

It was absolute PANDEMONIUM. This wasn’t even the funniest thing they could have come up with but everyone left on the dance floor was loosing their minds cracking up. The teachers and Disney workers were screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to haul boys back onto the land. 

Then the manager of Fantasia Gardens starts screaming that there are alligators in the fucking lake

Like. FUCKING. IT’S FLORIDA. HOW DID NO ONE THINK THERE WAS GONNA BE AN ALLIGATOR PROBLEM. F L O R I D A. 

THESE DUMBASS BOYS JUMPED INTO A FUCKING ALLIGATOR INFESTED LAKE.

A L L I G A T O R S. 

FUCK.

All the boys eventually make it back onto land- no one had been bitten or killed or anything, although a few apparently did see ‘shapes moving’ (it was late at night, so nothing clear), and one kid got kicked in the head and knocked out for a few moments and almost drowned, but everyone was intact. 

DISNEY WORLD WAS FURIOUS

And like, you can’t fucking blame them. I’m sure when they were making the principal sign liability papers, they didn’t think to include ‘late night gator attacks in a lake’ on the list, they could’ve been put in serious trouble if something had happened omfg. But there was a LOT of yelling/ranting/cursing. NEVER before have they seen such inappropriate behavior, the school would not be allowed to step foot in the Fantasia Gardens EVER again, yadayada, that sort of thing. The more boys I found soaking wet, the more ridiculous this got- I knew which of them had planned it of course, but this was most of the grade. There were like, geeks and nerds and Good Kids™ who I never expected to do something like wild like this standing around half naked looking torn between proud and about-to-cry omfg.

Every single boy who participated got suspended for three days, but they had to space out which boys were suspended which days because they didn’t trust them to not throw a giant party on the days they weren’t there. 

The school is still allowed in Disney World every year, but are banned from Fantasia Gardens and received a fine. 

Turbulence’ was absolutely banned from being played at senior prom. 

Kim Minseok//At Odds

Summary: You don’t think your soulmark will complete itself on the same day that it comes to be on your skin, yet it happens - and who’s on the other end, a matching tattoo adorned on their skin? Only Kim Minseok, a man who could not be any more different to you.
Scenario: soulmate!AU
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