have you seen anything more perfect

Have I talked about Seokjin’s forehead?

I don’t think so

This man looks so graceful

Like so damn graceful

Just because there is a little of his forehead popping out

And like

I don’t know

He just suddenly becomes a different man

I don’t see enough appreciation for his forehead

So here’s a spam

I mean look at him

Just look at him

Have you seen anything more perfect?

No, you haven’t

Trust me

You haven’t

You seriously haven’t


My heart is… My heart is…

What a gentleman




I am weak

But i am living

Don’t sleep on him

You’re missing out

Stan talent

Stan Kim Seokjin

Because he’s worldwide handsome

somebodylost-chan  asked:

I'd like to ask, how do you know when fight/smut scenes are necessary? Or how to make them effective & not simply as fanservice or just for word count? Usually, I find myself skimming through fight scenes as a reader, bored. As a writer, I'm inclined to just 'fade to black' and imply stuff at the next chapters. I'm not really a fight/smut-scene writer, even though my characters know & need to fight. Thanks for keeping this blog. :D

A good fight scene (and a good smut scene for that matter) always works in the service of the narrative. It works toward the cohesive big picture.

From an entertainment standpoint, violence is boring.

You need your audience invested in the characters participating in the violence, in the actions and events leading up to the fight, in the aftermath and how this will effect the character’s overall goals.

In a narrative context, if you’re bored during a fight scene or a sex scene it’s because the build up to that moment failed. The scene itself may also have failed. However, your foundation is what makes your story sing.

Think of a story like building blocks. You’re playing Jenga with your reader on a homemade house, they’re slowly pulling out the pieces and you’re betting you built your blocks well enough to withstand scrutiny. You’ve got to keep them interested long enough to get to the end before the whole thing comes tumbling down.

A fight sequence which works in concert with it’s narrative is enjoyable, doesn’t overstay it’s welcome, and ultimately works to build up the story it’s telling. Fighting isn’t fighting, you see. Combat is a form of problem solving, the fight itself is an expression of the character’s individuality. Everything we’ve been learning about them, their goals, and their behaviors are being put in a pressure cooker and dialed up.

You should be learning about the character as the fight progresses, the fight working on multiple levels in concert with its narrative to get the story where it needs to go. Often, a first fight is like an establishing shot in film. You get a feel for who this character is when under pressure, who they are. Peril can be a great way to get the audience invested, but its up to the author to prove why they should.

Poor fight sequences don’t tell you anything. They’re there to establish the character as capable of fighting but don’t even do that because their concept of combat is generic.

The combatants aren’t individuals expressing themselves, the fight isn’t proving anything except fighting, it doesn’t have meaning except for its attempts to prove the narrative’s poor concept of badassery. This often happens with no regard for the setting’s rules, the aftermath consequences, what the character’s actions will effect in the long run.

It doesn’t mean anything and, while violence is shocking and terrifying in real life, in fiction violence has to mean more than just an exchange of blows.

How many times have you read a book where several mooks show up to get their ass kicked by the protagonist? They limp off at the end and while they’re often in a perfect position to be seen again due to their connections, we never do.

In even just a moderately competent narrative, those same mooks are characters. We’ll see them again in bit roles. They’ll play a role, either to help or hurt later as an aftermath consequence of the protagonist’s earlier actions. These are callback characters we can use to remind the audience of what happened previously in the narrative, and offer up some catharsis.

In a really well written scene, these mooks serve an important purpose when it comes to establishing the protagonist’s character in a quick snapshot. Like the moderately competent character, they come back later to the aid or the detriment of the protagonist. The mooks’ response actions are a direct result of their encounter with the character, often acting as an inciting incident. The protagonist suffers direct consequences as a result of their actions, whether its injury, loss, or the attention of the villain which causes them to lose something. In these fight scenes, you can see the story’s trajectory because it acts as another way to get to know the hero, the secondary characters, the tertiary characters, and whoever else is participating. It’s working on five different levels.

What you often see in a good fight sequence, whether it’s in a written medium or film, is the culmination of a great deal of hard work on the part of the author. A smut sequence is a reward, it’s a way to pay off on the reader’s investment in the relationship between these two characters and the narrative’s investment in them. It doesn’t matter if that’s hardcore sex, or a Victorian hand touch, or a knockout blow to the jaw, the end result is the same. It’s entertaining, satisfying, and even cathartic.

A poor sex scene is just dolls bumping bits. A poor fight scene is just dolls trading blows. Nothing occurs, nothing happens, there’s none of the underlying satisfaction or catharsis in the outcome. You don’t have any investment, no consequences, it overstays its welcome and tells you nothing about the characters.

You’ve no reason to care, so you don’t.

As a reader, you don’t owe a writer attention when reading their work. They’ve got to earn it. If they aren’t, then it may be that the story isn’t for you and that’s okay. Take into account your tastes,

It takes practice to choreograph a fun fight scene. Writing sex and violence is mostly about learning to find your limits (i.e. what you’re comfortable with writing), and overcoming embarrassment. Determine the difference between need and want.

Are you avoiding writing these scenes because you’re scared of being bad at them or because they just don’t interest you?

These are two very different issues, and it’s easy to hide from the first behind the second. Be honest with yourself. If it is fear, then don’t give into it. The easy solution if you’re afraid of being bad at something is to practice. Start looking critically at the media you consume, when you start to get bored during a fight scene or a sex scene, when you want to skip ahead, ask yourself, “why?”. Check out the sequences and stories where this doesn’t happen, and try to figure out the differences between the two.

When it comes to the mechanics of both violence and sex, the more you learn the better off you’ll be at writing it. The more you practice writing violence/sex/romance then the better you’ll be. Like with everything, it’ll probably be pretty terrible in the beginning but the more you practice, the better you get. Writing itself is a skill, but its also a lot of sub-skills built in underneath the surface. Being good at dialogue doesn’t mean you’ll be good at action, having a knack for great characterization doesn’t mean you’ll be good at writing setting description. Putting together great characters doesn’t mean you’ll automatically be good at worldbuilding.

Don’t be too hard on yourself.

All it takes to figure out whether or not the time to fight is right is by listening to your gut.

Remember, the best scenes are based in narrative cohesion and emotional investment. They’re a pay off in and of themselves for your audience, dessert after dinner. They aren’t the meat and potatoes. If you set out to just write a fight scene or write a smut scene then it’ll get gratuitous. Then the focus is on the fight or the sex itself, hangs entirely on their shoulders, and you’ve just upped the ante for how entertaining you need to be.

It’s not “how do I write a fight scene”, it’s “how did my characters get to this point and why are they fighting”. If you start from a character place, it gets easier. The same is true with romance. “How do my characters participate in a romance (sex or not)”.

Make it about the individuals, that’s when it really gets fun.

And, if you get too stuck, try writing fight scenes with characters who don’t know much about how to fight. Sometimes, it’s easier to get into it when you begin at the beginning. There’s a lot less pressure convincing an audience with a character who knows nothing than one at the top of their field.

There’s a lot less stress about “is this right?” when you’re trying to get a feel for the flow if you’re dealing with a character who doesn’t know jack shit. Fight scenes with characters who know nothing can also be really, really, really fun. They’re wild, improvisational frenzies where all you have is the character sorting through their alternative, non-fighting skills trying to figure out how to survive.

Believe it or not, this will help you because you don’t get to cheat with the idea that your character already knows what they’re doing when you don’t. It’ll help you tap into the character, seeing scenarios from their perspectives, and writing to that instead of “generic fight scene”. When you’re unsure, characters who know nothing about the subject matter they’re engaging in but still have to engage are great. They teach you how to write from the standpoint and perspective of the individual. You need those skills just as much when writing characters who are professionals or at the top of their field.

If you don’t think you can write an interesting fight sequence with a neophyte, then that might be a part of the problem. A character doesn’t need to be good at something to be entertaining. A smut sequence where everyone’s fumbling, knocking into each other, embarrassed, stuck in their clothing, cheesy, corny, and laughing can be just as fun (if not more so and more honest) than the ones that generally get envisioned.

For me, good is entertaining and the entertainment is based in humanity but you need to define “good” for yourself in your own writing. Be honest with yourself about your fears and you’ll find a way to bridge yourself to the kind of writing you want to be doing.

Freeing yourself of your own internalized preconceived notions will help a lot, and produce stories that are way more fun.


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Song of Themyscira | One

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 972

Warnings: None (yet)

A/N: SURPRISE! As a welcome gift to my new wave of followers, I’ve decided to post the first chapter of SoT a week in advance :) I hope you all enjoy this (April beta’d and said it’s good so I’ll take her word for it) and please, let me know what you think!

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#have you ever seen anything more pure?#have you seen anything more amazing?#have you seen anything more beautiful than magnus bane really smiling?#smiling wide because things can finally go right after what feels like a lifetime of going wrong?#i mean after everything he’s been through recently and over his life #finally someone loves all of him and he loves all of them and they wanna fight for the relationship?#no i don’t think i’ll ever stop crying over this#my baby deserves this

Andy will not let me live. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS? Why is he such a perfect captain? 

“The whole episode, really, is them both trying to hold on to this magic moment they’re sharing. ’Not now,’ let’s not allow the spell to be broken. ’I want to stay in this perfect state with you as long as I possibly can.‘”

“They’re much more engaged with each other than they have been with anything in a long, long time. It something you haven’t seen in Rick since probably Season 1 or 2, if ever.”

“They become more whole. I think that’s basically their relationship: They become more human, more whole, with each other.”

“It’s been a very rocky, and difficult, and emotional season, and just acting opposite of Danai is one of the great gifts I’ve had on the show.“

"The truth is I think he’s met his match with Michonne. I think this is the one. This is the greatest love story of his life.”

“She licks me clean.”

Like, it’s just been a week. A week that has left me a mess. 

Dan Teaches Anthony To Sub

Words: 13,463

Summary: Dan teaches Anthony what it’s like to sub for Phil.

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Smut, Threesome, Dom!Phil, Sub!Dan, Sub!Anthony

Ever since Dan has offered the idea at the end of his last visit, Anthony had been exploring his sexuality, and had even been in a relationship for a few months where he primarily bottomed. Though he found that he loved being a Dom after Phil taught him how, there was no way he could deny that he was very keen to see what it was like to be a sub, and he couldn’t think of anyone better to show him than Daniel Howell.

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Got7′s reaction to coming home and finding their S/O in little to no clothing *smuttish*

Jackson: He would walk into your apartment, and find you sprawled out on your bed napping. He noticed the thin two piece set you were wearing, and if he looked a little closer he could see your nipple piercings poking through. You have never really worn anything like it before around him. So he decided to join you on the bed, pulling you closer. “Ah your such a tease Y/n, I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” Since he’s tired from dance practice, he would place a gentle kiss upon your lips then resume cuddling until he falls asleep.

Bambam: Since practice ended earlier than expected he rushed home, and the first thing he wanted to do was take a nice hot bath. He needed to relax all of the built up tension in his muscles. When he reached the apartment he ran straight for the bathroom, and when he entered he was greeted by the most beautiful site he’s ever seen.You were relaxing in the tub wearing nothing but a tiara, and drinking champagne casually. He stopped in his tracks, and just stared at you admiring how perfect you were. That made you giggle. “Babe are you just gonna stand there? Or are you going join me?” You asked teasingly, he smirked. “So this is what my princess does when I’m not around eh? Well then I’ll start coming home more early.”

Yugyeom: After the fan meeting got canceled early, he decided it would be best to come home to you early. Lately his schedule has been so hectic that you guys haven’t spent any quality time together. On the way he stopped by the local florist and picked up your favorite flowers just because. When he entered the apartment he noticed you from across the room. You were sitting in front of the window with a book in hand and gazing out of the window. You looked like a glowing goddess glistening in the sun. It shined onto your melanin, giving you this radiant glow, and it was stunning sight to witness. He considered not bothering you because you looked so serene without his presence. You feel a stare so you looked over to see him standing there with a bouquet. “Hey baby, what are those for?” You shifted now facing him, he walked over. “Y/n I know how lonely it must be for you since the comeback, and we haven’t really had any time to spend quality time together but starting today that changes ok? From now on it’s all about you and I.”

Mark: He had just got back from the jungle, but he arrived a day earlier than planned. So naturally he decides that he wants to surprise you, because during the trip you didn’t really communicate because of the time difference and schedule differences. Also you and mark have a very healthy sex life, so when you separate for more than 3 days there are needs that still haven’t been met. As soon as mark lands he makes his way to the apartment, and when he get there he tries to be as quiet as possible. He tiptoed into your room to find you laying on the bed facing the opposite way from him which was perfect. He noticed that you were laying in nothing else but a very revealing body suit, while scrolling through his instagram. It’s almost like you were waiting for him to take you right there. So he didn’t waste anymore time, he sat down behind you then he started kissing down your neck startling you. You jumped a little and you were shocked “I’m sorry baby I just couldn’t resist.” He said while caressing your butt, and then he bit his lip.

Jaebum: He has had a long long day, and he needs his stress reliever you. Usually when he is stressed just having a conversation with you would fix everything, but other times all he needed was to release the stress with sex. Today he wanted the second option more than anything so he rushed home, and when he entered he noticed you right away. You were sitting Indian style on the couch, watching TV in nothing but a short hoodie that shows a lot of under boob and panties. You looked simply stunning to him and he has never seen you this exposed before, and all he wanted to do in that moment was ravish your body. He started walking towards you, making you glance over, but you noticed the look he gave you and it caught your attention. You know that look, and whenever he looked at you like that it would turn you on instantly. That’s the look that starts it all, and you lived for it so you decided to play with his dominance. “Well.. what are you waiting for daddy?” you smirked up at him. He chuckled darkly “Oh, I don’t think you wanna test me right now darling.”

Youngjae: After hanging out with his brother for awhile, he decided to head home to spend the rest of his day with you the love of his life. When he arrives he is immediately greeted with the smell of paint. Which wasn’t unusual painting was one of your many hobbies. He walked into the living area to find you sitting on the floor examining a giant canvas. He noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts which was over-sized on you. He also noticed from the waist down you were bare, which was unusual for him because you have always been insecure about your legs and thighs so you would never show them. He smiled proudly because you finally listened to him, he has always encouraged you to show them off because they are  perfect to him. “I’m admiring my art admiring her art.” He said giggling silently so he wouldn’t distract the artist at work.

Jinyoung: It’s 2 am and he still hasn’t made it home yet, lately you’ve been sleeping so much you would miss him coming in at night and waking up to him in the morning. So tonight you drank some caffeine to prolong your energy long enough to see your fiance. Sadly you started to doze off but luckily Jinyoung was only seconds away from entering your home. He is dead tired and all he wants to do is flop on to bed and cuddle you all night and morning long. He entered the apartment to find you half asleep on the couch, this sight warmed his heart but at the same time he felt bad about you trying to stay awake just to see him. He walked over quietly to not wake you, and then he slowly began to pick you up in bridal style. When you feel this happening you open your eyes to see your handsome fiance, you opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. “I really appreciate you trying to stay up for me Y/n but I have the rest of the week off so there was really no need.Now let’s get you to bed” He placed a soft kiss upon your lips.

anonymous asked:

Is it okay if I request an MC having a bad day because she got into another argument with her family? Like, she's basically the disappointment, so when RFA(+V&Saeran) shower her with compliments a certain day, she cries, feeling like she doesn't deserve this love. I love your writing, and I love your blog. I'm just a sad anon having a bad day (╯︵╰,) tysm ;v;

Awww I’m so sorry that you felt that way anonny! I tried making this super fuffy for you and I sincerely hope that you’re doing better! Now let’s make you a happy anonny, I hope that you enjoy!! :)


  • Yoosung was eagerly finishing up the final touches on the homemade dinner he was making as he waited for you to return from seeing your parents
  • He knew that you and your parents didn’t have the best relationship so you visited them to try and make amends
  • When he heard the front door click open, Yoosung’s smile dropped when he saw you with a tear-streaked face
  • Yoosung immediately went to hug you, rubbing your hair soothingly as you told him between sobs that all your parents did was call you a disappointment
  • He carefully pried you off of him, swiping your cheekbones to wipe away your tears as with a gentle smile he told you words of love
  • “MC you’re far from a disappointment, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met in my life! You’ve accomplished so much, including planning a party within eleven days. If your parents can’t see how amazing you are then I’ll be the one to remind you everyday how great of a person you are!”
  • From there, you and Yoosung enjoyed his meal, then playing LOLOL for a while and ending the night holding each other close as you two cuddled
  • Yoosung felt your soft breaths as you fell asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet words of love to you because to him, you deserved every compliment in the world


  • Zen anxiously tapped his finger on the car’s steeling wheel as he waited for you to get done talking to your parents at their house
  • He was never a big fan of your parents since they reminded him so much of his own terrible parents
  • His thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Zen saw you entering the car with tears filling your eyes
  • You rested your face in your palms as you explained to him that all your parents did was tell you how much of a disappointment you are
  • Zen gently removed your hands from your face, kissing your open palms and the back of them as he gave you encouraging words of love
  • “You’re parents are crazy MC, there’s no way you’re in any way a disappointment. You have such a positive attitude and kind heart that makes you the wonderful princess that you are. I promise that you’ll never feel that way around me MC, I vow to give you all of my love and support.”
  • Zen decided a fun night was in order so he took you out to a karaoke house and the two of you sang the night away
  • He watched you sleep in the passenger’s seat of the car as he made sure from that day forward to shower you with every compliment that you deserved


  • You and Jaehee were closing up the cafe after another day of work
  • Your phone started ringing and Jaehee told you to go get it, saying that she’d finish cleaning up
  • Jaehee could hear your parents yelling at you over the phone, her grip on the broom she was holding tightening
  • When you came back, Jaehee saw you crying as she pulled you in for a hug as you told her that all your parents called you about was being a disappointment
  • Jaehee silently cursed your parents for being so cruel but she rubbed your arms as she smiled gently offering you kind words that you needed to hear
  • “There isn’t any way that I will ever see you as a disappointment MC. Your parents must have terrible sight to be unable to see how much you’ve done over the course of your life. You’ve helped me so much with sorting out my life so I’ll always be here to encourage and love you MC.”
  • So you and Jaehee spent the night eating the cafe’s unsold pastries and sipping warm drinks as you vented to her about everything
  • You fell asleep in your chair while listening to Jaehee’s words of support, she smiled knowing that she would say nothing but words of love to you from then on


  • Jumin was waiting patiently for you to return from your parents house and back into his arms
  • He was never a big fan of your parents but you were determined to visit them to sort things out
  • All of that effort was in vain as Jumin saw you walk through the door and ran into your bedroom with tears streaming down your face
  • Jumin calmly made his way to you, sitting down quietly and put his arms around your shoulder as you cried into his chest
  • You told Jumin that all your parents wanted to talk about was how much of a disappointment you are
  • He was unable to process how anyone could say those things to you, especially your parents, but whispered support to you
  • “You’ve never been a disappointment in my eyes MC. Your parent’s point of view must be obscured but you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people. Please never think that you’re anything but perfect in my eyes MC.”
  • After Jumin’s words, the two of you decided to make a short trip to his cherry farm to go to a relaxing environment
  • You both spent the weekend picking cherries and laughing, and when you were asleep, Jumin promised that from now on, you’d fall asleep to hearing words of his love for you


  • Seven waited nervously for you to return from your short trip from your parents
  • He always felt uneasy around them since they reminded him of his own parents in a way plus you were suppose to be home twenty minutes ago
  • Putting his skills to good use, Seven hacked into street cameras near your parent’s house and felt his heart drop when he saw you alone on a nearby bench crying
  • Seven quickly drove himself to your location and before you could say anything, Seven enveloped you in a hug
  • You sobbed into his shoulder that all you parents did was call you a disappointment, like usual
  • Seven hated seeing you so upset so he smiled softly, kissing your forehead as his sweet words filled your ears
  • “MC, you’ve never been and will never be a disappointment. I guess your parents can’t see how much of an awesome person you are and how much you’ve accomplished, but I’ve seen it all. You mean the world to me MC, know that I love you more then anything and I’ve always seen you as perfect!”
  • Seven took you home where the two of you spent the day eating junk food and having tickle fights, with you falling asleep in his arms as Seven thought of 707 ways to say how amazing of a person you are


  • V eagerly opened the door to your shared home, relived that he was going to spend the rest of the day with you since he was finished with work
  • But instead of hearing your cherry voice greeting him, V heard you say a small ‘welcome home’ in a more melancholy voice
  • Even though his eyes were dull, his ears were more sensitive and heard you sniffling and without warning, pulled you in for a hug
  • You let your tears flow onto V’s cardigan as you explained to him that your parents called just to yell at you for being a disappointment
  • V gently lifted your chin and kissed you softly, pushing you hair behind your ear as he told you sweet words in his loving voice
  • “Even though my eyes are fading, you will always be a star in my eyes MC. You made countless accomplishments that make me the proudest boyfriend in the world, no matter what your parents say. I love you MC, never change yourself because you’re perfect.”
  • With V’s kindness, you calmed down and properly greeted V with a giggling smile
  • You and V spent the day out on the house’s porch, drinking iced drinks as you dozed off to V’s words of love and encouragement


  • Saeran had formed a kind of hatred for your parents the first time he met them
  • They gave off the same vibe as his own crummy parents so when you told him that you were visiting your parents and you wanted him to join, he was hesitant
  • But Saeran knew it would be better if he tagged along so he did but he wished he would have convinced you not to go
  • As soon as you stepped through the door your parents were screaming in your face that you were nothing but a disappointment to them, saying that even though Saeran wasn’t much better then you, he didn’t deserve someone as worthless as you
  • Tears streamed down your cheeks and Saeran wasn’t having it so he grabbed your arm, pulling you in for a rough but sincere kiss
  • He told your parents to screw off and that he loved you with every ounce of his being before flipping them off and taking you to the car with him
  • Saeran saw that you were still a little shaken up so he gently held your hand and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, telling you words of sincere love
  • “I-I love you so much MC. You’ll never be a disappointment to me, you’re the most amazing and kind-hearted person I’ve ever met so ignore your parents. Stay true to you.“
  • With his short but sweet speech, Saeran drove the two of you home, mumbling words of love to you as you dozed off to sleep, both you and Saeran showing tiny smiles
Future Tense

And when your fourth love leaves you, you will want to kill yourself.
But you won’t, because you no longer think of suicide
As a house you will build one day.
Your fourth love,
Who is your first real love,
Who brought you peace when your whole body was a gun.
When she leaves you,
Ask your roommate to hide the knives
Because you will carve her name into all the food in the fridge.
Stop showering.
Warmth will remind you of her.
Masturbate in public,
Hope someone catches you,
Just so you can feel vulnerable in front of anyone else.
Try to burn her clothes, try to fall in love with strangers,
Try to fall asleep without her, open the windows,
She would’ve wanted them closed,
Turn off the radio, she can’t sleep without noise;
You can’t sleep without noise
But noise will sound like her,
Whispering you into the world of lights and breakfast—
Make the rain sound like nothing,
Make the rain sound like nothing like her voice,
Don’t be alone.
When you are alone, you won’t do anything you do with her,
So you won’t do anything.
Marvel at how she, the patient gardener,
The bringer of sleep,
She who draws the bath and lights the candles,
She who made you someone who could make himself into someone,
She made you want to live more than anything else
And now, she makes you want to leave the world,
Because you have seen it.
In her, you have seen the color and shape of your
Perfect Life.
And now the children, the house,
The arguments about tablecloths
Are all faded, like things left
In sunlight.
Like any dream
Left too long in the light.
For months— maybe years—
Every time you see her you will want to kiss her.
When you do, you will expect pain to come
Like the old dog you could never quite put down,
But there will be
You will remind yourself,
She will remind you, you
Will remind each other that
This is for the best.
That you are physically incapable
Of loving one another.
And in those moments, you will be
Lying. Your heart screaming
“I can. I can! I can! I can!”
But you will stay
Silent, because of her.
Because she asked for this.
Because she filled something in you that’s still full,
Even though she’s gone.
~Neil Hilborn.


Have some more NPCs. From top to bottom:

• Ylfa Ostergard, small town girl turned unlikely adventurer turned police officer. Vampire Hunter parents. Eldest of four siblings. Textbook introvert. Can take a dragon’s breath to the face with minor discomfort. Loves pizza. Banned from fast food eating contests for life. 

• Kirill Luzhin, goblin ex-convict/informant turned adventurer turned porn producer/distributor. Mechanical Engineering genius. He can get you anything.  Loves MMA and tall, buff women. Perfect squat form. Has never been seen drunk. 

• Randgris, Son of Indra, born of Atlantis, bla bla bla. Picture the plot of Demolition Man but it’s 3000 years instead of 30 and instead of Sylvester Stallone you get monkey Conan the Barbarian with the power of the storm at his command, and instead of waking up in Tumblr City he woke up in Fantasy TotallyNot!New York. That’s him. He’s not 100% OK with any of this.


There is something very strange I have noticed about estrangement. 

I don’t exactly know why I do it but, I often read the pages and websites of estranged parents whose children have walked away. Maybe I am just nosy, maybe I want to try and understand from the other side, maybe I want to find an inkling of the loving mother I needed there or maybe I just need validation. 

I definitely get validation. LOTS of it. 

There are parents there who are clearly broken and devastated. There are parents there who are furious and bitter. It’s the second kind I want to talk about. 

There are a few common themes that I have noticed that really break my heart and I just wanted to put them out there. 

There is a lot of negative language about their own children.


They will blame anyone but themselves. 

The other parent. 
Their child’s peers
The partner in their child’s life. 
Their own family. 

They think they were perfect. 

I see a lot of “We made mistakes, everyone does, no-one is perfect” but, this comes before a list of all the things they ever did that were wonderful. From the bitter and angry parents you never see a list of these “mistakes”. It seems as though that statement is just a socially acceptable norm. It is used in such a way as to garner sympathy from those reading it, not as an admission of guilt. 

They aren’t sorry.

They really aren’t sorry for any part they played in their child’s estrangement. Well, they don’t believe they played any. Their child grew up to be evil, perhaps they loved their child too much, spoiled them too much… because they were wonderful. Their child’s turn to the dark side (For want of a better expression) has nothing to do with their perfect upbringing where their parent sacrificed their own happiness to raise them. They don’t understand how this could have happened but, it definitely wasn’t their fault. Anything their child says is lies and must be disregarded. 

They don’t believe mental abuse justifies estrangement.

The most common thing I see goes along the lines of “Unless there was serious physical abuse that put you in a hospital more than once or serious sexual abuse there is no excuse for estrangement”. Yes I have seen that several times and the alarm bells are deafening. They often go on to say “You should always respect your parents above everyone”. 

They get what they want and may then decide they don’t want it. 

This one is the most saddening of all. 

Their estranged child reaches out to them, they agree to meet and start again… This may be once or twice or a few times. There may be grandchildren involved. The grandchildren they were desperate to see, the grandchildren they never failed to send cards and presents too. Still though, those parents who are too bitter and angry, who said there was no excuse for estrangement, then decide they just cannot forgive. Their child hurt them too much by removing themselves from the family fold and doing nothing except refuse contact. They want no part of them. Suddenly the relationship ends on their terms and they feel vindicated in doing so. They estranged and that was the right thing to do. Children MUST respect parents but, the same is not true in reverse. 

The other side.

Yes, I see angry estranged children. I see them curse out their parents and call them names… but, the percentage is much much smaller. 

Mostly what I see? Children, Adult children desperately trying to figure out why their own mothers can’t or don’t love them. Trying to find the fatal flaw in themselves and trying to stay removed from a situation they know has done them tremendous damage… both at the same time. 

What they want? They want a loving parent child relationship. They want someone who supports them and loves them for who they are. They want someone who believes in them. They want to be heard and seen and wanted. 

Can you see the difference? 


Ok this isn’t me saying anything bad about Henrik (who I think is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen.) But something I really loved about Skam and their use of Even. When we first see Even he’s the gorgeous, mysterious, magical teenage boy that you see in all the movies and tv shows of the perfect, hot, dreamy guy. 

But as we spend time with Even, he becomes more and more human and a different kind of beauty is shown. His hair is dirty and oily and becomes a big mess, he has spots on his forehead, his skin would be blotchy, his body was allowed to be lanky and awkward. He would sing along to pop songs and do other normal dorky things. He got to be down and depressed, and to despair and to be miserable and that was all ok. He wasn’t up on this pedestal anymore, he didn’t have to be this unattainable ideal, he was human and real.

It reminds me of that quote by Angelita Lim. “I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you.  Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.” Even is perfect, but he’s not at the same time, but he’s still amazing, beautiful, and wonderful all at the same time.

EXO reaction for when they go out with you and you spend a lot on make-up

This would literally be one of my friends. She loves make up so much. I find it cute but… I never know how to wear it xD Ara~
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*Doesn’t even notice because he’s lost in the music store* “Woah… so many guitars… I might buy three…”


“I can’t say no to you baobei… You know it’s okay, go have fun. I’ll wait here… with Baekhyun so he doesn’t go wild with the eyeliner”


*Making theories trying to explain why you bought so much make up*


“Why can’t we go to Gucci and shop there… you already got this… I want my Gucci” *Baby needs his shopping too*


“Oh no…she’s going to try to use that on me… I don’t want red lipstick!” *Perfect way to make him let you buy in peace*


*Just watching outside, making bets with the boys* “Oh good girl! I told you she would win that one! Baekhyun ain’t no match, she always gets the best eyeliners!”


*In his element* “I’m ready jagi! We are going to get all that make up we don’t need! Specially that eye liner!”


“This was Baekhyun idea, wasn’t it? Otherwise, why would she buy so many eyeliners…”


“I forgot my wallet… just kidding! Let’s go, I saw something you might like” *Enjoys seeing how much you like going to the mall*


“Jagi… I know you like make up a lot but… I don’t understand why? You are beautiful with or without it. I love you the way you are” *Bf goals*


*He just finds it amusing* “Unbelievable babe.. I’ve never seen so many products… you might as well become my personal stylist” 


“Babe… why did you only buy that? Do you want more? It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about anything” *Perfect shopping partner*

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birdlovesafish  asked:

May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?

Girls On Film: Part 1

Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper. 

Words: 2,966

Warnings: Swearing and drinking. 

A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story. 

Part 2 is here. This is also on AO3

I also edited this myself so prepare for errors. 

“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.

“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.

“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.

“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.

“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”

He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”

“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.

“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”

“How tall?”

“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed.  “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”  

“Let me see her face.”

Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.

He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.

That is what he wanted. That was fire.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.

“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.

“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.

“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.

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Stealing The Bite Pt. 4

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Genre: Angst, Smut

You swiped a finger through the mess and tasted it, “Hmm, delicious. I’ll have you cumming in my mouth next time.” He groaned and leaned down to kiss you but you pushed him off, standing up and heading for the adjoining room, “I expect you to be here tomorrow morning with the details of the person I will impersonate.” You call out, not sparing him a backward glance. He was left to collect his wits and adjust his clothes, thinking about what he has gotten himself into, as the sound of running water and your soft humming floated to his ears through the closed door.

You were perched on a seat in the far corner of the colossal celebration hall, observing everything around you with wide-eyed wonder. The guests hardly batted an eye at the extravagant decorations, but you on the other hand have never seen such splendor before in your life. You wanted to shake them out of their haughty stupor and make them acknowledge the splendidness around them, have them say that, yes, they too are astonished.

Everyone present was a mixture of every color and form, all wearing rich fabrics and lavish jewelry. Clothes of every shape and design, styles you’ve never even heard of. You yourself weren’t any less striking, clad in a dress soft as a lover’s caress, the satin showing not a hint of a crease. The color was that of the purest emerald, Taehyung’s favorite, and clasped around your neck was the magnificent spotted coat of a black panther that Taehyung had hunted down himself.

You were assuming the form of the Lady Tiye, a noblewoman whose roof Taehyung had stayed under during his six month visit to the Amarna lands. She was the perfect disguise. The king and queen knew of her enough not to question her presence, but not enough to know her face or much else about her. Taehyung had come to your room early this morning and stayed there, describing every detail of her and making sure you immolated her perfectly. He left before anyone could notice he was missing. Left alone in your room, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your new form for a good while, awestruck by the woman’s beauty. She had silky flowing black hair, dark piercing eyes, and luscious full lips. Her body was a perfect hourglass figure, her breasts ample and her legs long and slender.

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Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “Could you do a Jasper imagine, where your his human mate who just learned about vampires and you still haven’t seen one in the sunlight yet. So you ask Jasper to show you. ” Hope you like it!

In a way, you were willingly signing yourself up for what was certain to be an excruciating death sequence. As you left your home, you found yourself forcing your mind away from finalities. This was likely the last time you locked your front door, yes, but it could very well be one of many more fumbles, just another search for the gleam of brass in the shrubbery. You were quite literally risking your life today, and for what? To answer with love would be a tad too drastic; you’d only known the man for a few months, and the time you’d spent in the know had been an even smaller amount. No, it was not for love, but for something else entirely you couldn’t assign a word to. It was fiercer than curiosity, stronger willed than desire, choked by something close to fear (a cousin, maybe), fueled by an undying urge to see. It was about vision. It was about trust. As you found yourself walking away from your childhood home, you couldn’t help but catch your breath in your throat. The familiar concrete of the path connecting your doorstep to the sidewalk… would you ever see this again? Would you ever scrape your knees on the porous material after one too many ambitious tests of an icy sheen? Would you ever return for the holidays with your family? Would you teach your child how to walk on the very same plain you had learned? Death was a high-ranking probability, but the unnamed emotions driving you onward overwhelmed any lust for a thought as tedious as self-preservation. You needed to see it.

He wasn’t waiting with a car, which you had expected. He wasn’t exactly on board with the idea of being in a cramped, confined space with nothing but the beating of your pulse and the delectable (nay, irresistible) aroma of your blood warming the cabin of the vehicle. He didn’t bring his motorcycle at your request; your parents were likely to blow gaskets if they so much as hard the sound of a Harley’s pipes moments after you left the house. It would be a similar reaction if you had told them you were about to lope off into the forest with a vampire, only slightly worse if you were to mention that said vampire was the most unstable vampire within a ten-mile radius. You had to give him credit; if he was willing to be alone with you, he must consider himself in control… and he really was trying. Jasper was standing beneath the expansive shade of the forest’s edge, his hands clasped behind his back. He couldn’t quite shake the military, could he? His smile was strained, as it usually was, to be in such close proximity with his natural food source, but his butterscotch eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them. He nodded in your direction, smirking as he dissected your face.

“You’re nervous,” he observed, rooting around through your brain, tasting your emotional atmosphere. You inhaled the scent of the forest, exhaling slowly, your eyes on his. He must have hunted recently. His eyes were as golden as they’d ever been, but there was a vibrancy to his irises that you’d never witnessed. The bruises beneath his eyes were barely visible. He almost looked… well, no one as inhumanely beautiful as Jasper would ever come close to looking human again, but he looked healthier, happier. His charming southern voice crept forward from between his lips, quieter than you had expected. “Y/n, we don’t have to do this today. Perhaps if you’d rather wait…?” You shook your head, dismissing his recommendation the moment he spoke the words.

“No, Jasper, really. I’m good. I’m… I’m excited.” His brow furrowed slightly, his head turning as if to hear you better.

“More so than you are afraid?” He inquired, his voice lilting somewhere between fascination, humour, and regretful understanding. He was aware of the risks he presented; he was the newest vegetarian, that much you knew, and being alone in a secluded location far from town was as close to a perfect recipe for a slaughtering as you cared to imagine. Regardless of the danger, you wouldn’t live your life without having seen this strange feat Jasper’s family had inherited alongside their immortality. If you didn’t go, you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Even if you died today, you’d have fulfilled a gaping curiosity festering in the pit of your stomach.

“Way more. I’m ready to go when you are.” You were glad to hear the strength in your voice. Surely, Jasper could sense a falter in your composure, but he declined to mention anything. The South raised their gentlemen well. He smiled, his eyes glimmering in what little sunlight shimmered through the cloud covering.

“We have twenty minutes before my sister Alice has promised a sun shower,” He lifted his eyes to the overcast skies, grinning to himself at the uncanny accuracy of his meteorologist sister’s precognition. His eyes returned to your face, glowing like evening sunbeams through a crystal jaw of amber honey. He shrugged his shoulders, peeling his rain jacket from his body, extending a rigid hand in your direction, offering you the coverage you’d forgotten. “You may need this. You may be… cold.” Again, he smirked. You rolled your eyes, accepting his offering, careful not to make contact with his icy skin. He would not be bothered by the weather; your touch, however, he may not be ready for. You donned Jasper’s coat, relishing in the chill the fabric carried, overwhelmed by the heady scent of him. You turned, as if in a daze, your eyes searching for your mode of transportation, your attention caught by the uncommonly smooth sound of Jasper clearing his throat. “We’re running, if that’s alright with you.” He extended his hand towards you, his jawline rigid, controlled. He wouldn’t hurt you. At least… well, it wouldn’t be intentional. You slipped your palm into his, watching his shoulders cease to move as your skin warmed the frozen alabaster of his callous-less hand. He had ceased to breathe. He moved, ever so slowly, calculating his every step, until you were a hair width away from his dazzling eyes. He smiled briefly before spinning you in his arms, cradling you to his chest with ease. He lifted an eyebrow, wordlessly asking permission to continue. You nodded him on. You had never regretted a decision more in your entire life.

By the time the forest stopped spinning around you, Jasper had been still for a good five minutes. Running with a vampire was not your favourite medium of travel, that much was certain. You weren’t prepared for the supernatural speed at which Jasper carried you through the wood, dodging tree limbs and fallen trunks at the last minute, seconds before you managed to see the threat. It was… dizzying, for lack of a better explanation. Jasper, however, was completely unfazed. He cuffed and rolled his sleeves, exposing the pale skin of his forearms, his eyes raking the skies as they began to clear. Sure enough, the peaceful sound of splattering rain against the waxy leaves above began trickling to your ears, wrenching you back to reality. He stood a fair distance away, though not quite far enough to ice you out of the picture. He was respectfully acknowledging that you were so very human, and that standing too close might, at the moment, have meant an end to your human life. He was cautious, that was it. The rain began to fall evenly now, advancing from stray droplets to waves of water soaking down the tree bark around you, moistening the moss underfoot. Jasper eyed a river to your right, walking out from beneath the protective cover of leaves you shared, strolling into the open air. His clothing began to darken as the water struck the cloth. His hair suspended raindrops like gemstones among his golden curls. He was absolutely beautiful. He shot you a wary, almost testing gaze, likely attempting to read your scattered brain for any scrap of fear. He didn’t have much time to search, and you didn’t have much time to compose yourself before the sun peeked out from behind the heavy gray clouds. A sun shower, just as Alice had predicted.

All at once, the vampire changed. His skin, which you had thought of as marble, alabaster, could only have been crafted from diamonds. His every pore was faceted like a jewel, refracting light and colour as if he were made of some precious stone unknown to mankind. The rain fell on, continuing to soak through his clothing, the form-fitting cotton shirt he’d worn stained a much darker blue than before, clinging loosely to his carved physique. His eyes fluttered closed, his palms turned upwards as the sun drenched his body in light. You watched on in mystified awe as he glimmered, what little remained of the colouring beneath his eyes erasing entirely. In fact, he seemed to flush beneath the sun’s rays, like there was blood coursing through his veins once more, flooding his cheeks with the palest of rosy colour. He was far more beautiful than you could have anticipated. Quite honestly, to have this creature end your life would have been a blessing. To perish at the hands of an angel rang with promises of Heaven. Jasper tilted his face to meet the rain as it plummeted from the clouds above, his shimmering skin reflecting different light as he moved. He seemed to sigh, contented, basking in the warmth of the sun.

You lifted yourself, slowly at first, from the mossy forest floor, watching Jasper’s eyes flash open as your scent stirred in the air. The guilt you felt for disturbing such a magnificent creature was disregarded instantly, overpowered by your desire to stand beside him beneath the sun. You walked forward, abandoning the promise of drier land as you stepped beyond the reach of the trees, striding closer to the river, to Jasper. He tensed slightly, following your every move with his eyes, his face immobile as he read your emotional state. What he must have found there… the wonder, the awe, the delight… surely it had some impact on him. You trusted him completely, and in sensing that strength within you, he began to trust himself, if only by a fraction. You were standing before him, not quite as close as before he’d pulled you into his arms, but not as far as your greeting earlier in the day. His skin was even more glorious at a close range, if such a feat was possible. Slowly, cautiously, you began to raise your hand, allowing Jasper plenty of time to prepare for what you had planned. He didn’t flinch away, didn’t relocate, didn’t warn you against the movement; he wanted this experience, either to test himself or to test you. Something in him still wondered why you had agreed to come at all, and now was the last place he’d risk scaring you off. Your eyes left his, following your fingertips as they made contact with his dazzling cheekbone. He closed his eyes, sighing into your touch, his face tilting ever so slightly in the direction of your hand. You trailed your fingers to his jaw, encountering unseen ridges there. His eyelids fluttered open momentarily, watching as your brow smoothed out and you continued downward. As you traced along the patterns the sun created on his sparkling skin, you discovered many similar ridges, but Jasper didn’t seem to mind them. Your hand fell to his chest, your palm placed over his heart. Part of you waited for a heartbeat. Part of you waited for death. All that happened was that Jasper overstepped the boundaries he had set for himself, surprising you. His hand closed over your own, holding you to his chest. He inched your hand upward until you were once more cradling his face, this time more completely. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed again.

“This is wonderful,” he whispered, more so to himself than to you. You smiled, practically exuding happiness. Even without his abilities, Jasper would have picked up on your joy. His eyes opened, burning low with calm enjoyment, his lips pulling upwards at the corners, lifting his features from the stoic you were used to. “Y/n, words cannot express…” his voice trailed off, his unoccupied hand reaching to your waist, his palm smoothing over your hip. “I hope you can understand me when I tell you that I haven’t felt this human in a very long time.” He paused, drifting closer to you, his chest resting against yours. How strange, this proximity was. You weren’t complaining, of course, but to see Jasper so… uninhibited, so free, it was something foreign to you. He hadn’t been this close to you, even when he shot through the forest with you in his arms. No, he was restrained, pulling away from you, if subtly. Now, however, he was close enough to breath you in, to count your eyelashes, to snap your neck, maybe, but more importantly, he may be close enough to kiss you. His voice filtered through the mayhem that was your mind, his smile tainting his tone with a lightweight dye, granting feathers to his tone and flight to his words. “It has been too long since I’ve last allowed myself…” he trailed off, shaking his head in wonder, his smile growing. “And to feel what you’re feeling! Y/n, you can’t imagine how I feel. I could sing.” At this, you laughed, a motion that brought you closer to him, somehow. Perhaps he had pulled you in, you couldn’t tell, but he was accepting of your shift.

“Yes, I’m sure that’d be quite the performance, Jas-” His thumb pressed against your lips, silencing your speech. The unimaginable smoothness of his skin stroked over your lower lip as his fingers tangled in your hair, his body pressing more securely against your own. Your heart raced in your chest, colour rushing to paint your cheeks. He smiled, his eyes closing as he read the erratic rate of your heartbeat, nodding his head slowly.

“I could think of much better things to do with my time. For example…” He ducked his face to yours, resting his forehead against your own, pausing for a moment a mere second away from your lips. His jaw clenched once before the sweet perfume of his steady exhale billowed over your face, enveloping you in indescribable scents. You scarcely had time to decipher exactly what Jasper smelled of before his marble lips were moving against your own. He was careful in his movements, reminding you without words of the precautions you had to take when you recalled enough sense to return his kiss. He angled his face to better mold to yours as his hands tilted your lips to his mouth, securing your body to his as fully as he dared explore. Your mind was absorbed in all things Jasper, from the pinpoints of light that continued to dance from his skin and shone through the darkness of your eyelids, the delectable cologne of his body, the way his height sheltered you from the rain. It was glorious, it was heavenly, and it was over far too soon for your liking. Jasper detached himself, taking a few steps backward, applying that familiar distance once more. The sun disappeared behind a darker, murkier cloud, and the diamonds of Jasper’s complexion went back into hiding. He smiled, warming you despite the chill of his open palm. “Now you know why we can’t go to school on days like this,” he joked, his voice lifting effortlessly as he laughed. You joined him, lacing your fingers through his, your hands suspended between you as you walked back beneath the trees. Your heart was singing, even if Jasper wouldn’t. You’d never been happier than you were in that moment.

You hadn’t known it when you left, but you could have very well gone with Jasper out of love. After all, time meant nothing to an immortal.