Adianoeta: A word or phrase that has both a clear meaning and a second, more subtle meaning Ex. I go with your heart (I am giving you my love, or maybe I am stealing your affection, taking it away with me).
Adynaton: A declaration of impossibility through exaggerated comparison Ex. You’ve got as much chance with her as I have of becoming president.
Autoclesis: The introduction of a topic by refusing to talk about it Ex. Don’t ask me about what happened today!
Chiasmus: A reversal of the meaning of words in consecutive phrase Ex. I thought you good, originally, but your originality is not that good.
Dvstmesis: The insertion of one word into the middle of another word Ex. Fan-bloody-tastic!
Epanorthosis: A mid-sentence correction of what has just been said Ex. I have had two…no, that’s three…heart attacks.
Malaphor: A mixture of two idioms Ex. I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it (I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it//Don’t burn your bridges). Ex. You hit the nail right on the nose. (You hit the nail right on the head//That’s right on the nose).
Merism: Referencing something by listing its parts or by using multiple descriptors Ex. Flesh and bone (the body). Ex. Search every nook and cranny (look everywhere).
Paradiastole: The conversion of a vice into a virtue Ex. Yes, I know it does not work all the time, but that is what makes it interesting.
Paraprosdokian: The use of words at the end of a sentence that changes the apparent initial meaning Ex. Take my hand, I don’t want it. Ex. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
Periphrasis: Talking around a subject (circumlocution) Ex. When I am with you, my toes tingle and my knees are weak. The world is a better place altogether and I find myself giving my fortune to beggars, and I am a beggar before you, craving a smile, a whim (I love you).
Ploce: Moving between specific and general meanings of a word Ex. He is more English than the English. Ex. That is a very dog-like dog.
Symploce: Using the same words at the start and end of successive sentences Ex. If they argue, we will resist. If they fight, we will resist. If they invade, we will resist.
Zeugma: A figure of speech in which a word applies to two others in different senses or to two others of which it semantically suits only one Ex. John and his license expired last week. Ex. With weeping eyes and hearts.
So what dog do you like best? I know Seán has always talked about getting a jack russel but they are very hyper so idk if you'll go with that haha. So what is your preference? Maybe a corgi? Pug?
I would definitely prefer a pug, as in a lap dog that is fairly straight forward to train and doesn’t require a whole lot of exercise, but Sean doesn’t like pugs that much. He would much prefer a more energetic dog with pointy ears that he can run and play with haha! We’ll find a compromise one day, I’m sure! :P
What if a Hale-wolf lives after the fire on the street, perhaps with a human who is homeless. And because of these circumstances he looks more like a sick thin dog than a wolf.
On, anon, why would you do this to either of us?
The wolf is too thin, his belly shrunken
and concave, no fat between his thin skin and his brittle bones. He has
forgotten how to hunt. He is hunted instead, by the spectre of death. He knows.
He doesn’t care. Instead of sticking to the woods where instinct tells the wolf
he would be safer—shelter, water, prey—the
wolf winds closer and closer into the streets of the human town, and picks
through dumpsters and gutters for food.
Here tires screech on asphalt. Cars
backfire. The street is hard underneath the pads of the wolf’s paws. Everything
is loud and harsh and too, too bright.
The wolf limps down the alleyways, death
Winter is here. The wolf knows he will not
see another one.
The wolf follows his nose. He picks up
heady scents above the stink of exhaust fumes and oil and rancid things. The
wolf rattles around the trashcans at the back of a cheap diner, and fills his
belly with the sick-slickness of greasy burgers. Warmth fills the wolf, and his
old friend death steps back for just a moment.
Nose in the air, the wolf continues to
explore the alleyway. His claws dig into a pile of damp cardboard as he
sidesteps the icy-cold puddle of rain, oil-slicked, in the gutter.
“Hey!” someone says, and the cardboard
The wolf skitters back, and then remembers
that he is a predator. He stops, and turns, and growls.
A boy’s face appears from underneath a
layer of the cardboard. It is pale. His eyes are bloodshot and his lips are
blue. He has a spray of moles across his face like an unfamiliar constellation.
The boy freezes when he sees the wolf. “Holy shit.”
The wolf and death stare back at the boy.
The wolf has forgotten how to mark time.
He has no idea how long it is he stands
The boy’s bones are as brittle as the wolf’s,
his skin as thin. When he curls his fingers through the wolf’s ruff, they are
like icicles. His breath though, is hot. It tickles the wolf’s fur when he
buries his face against it. His tears taste like salt.
Death circles them, in the little den the
boy has made behind the cardboard in an alleyway in the cold, cold town.
The wolf tugs himself from the boy’s grip,
and slinks back down the alley to the trashcans. His boy is too cold, too weak
to crawl this far, so the wolf picks up a discarded burger in his jaws and
carries it back to him.
The boy eats it, crying.
The wolf curls around him when they sleep.
Death steps closer, its black mouth open in
The wolf growls at it, the sound rumbling
through his thin ribcage.
Maybe not this winter at all.
The wolf has a den now, and a heartbeat to
share it with.
When the boy is strong again they will go
into the woods and build a shelter there, and the wolf will remember his
instincts, and the boy will learn his, and they will be packmates there, where
the ground is soft underneath their feet and the stars are visible at night.
- only got into coding because he wanted to be able to dramatically say “I’m in” after doing basic code
- started out doing parkour before he got recruited by his local gymnastics program
- still shouts “PARKOUR” before he does remotely anything physical including but not limited to:
a. Doing a flip
b. Jumping off of a building
c. Jumping over a puddle
d. Jumping on the white lines at a crosswalk instead of walking like a normal person
e. Getting out of bed
- specialized in vault, uneven bars, and floor
- uses his physical ability for totally mundane things before and after transformation
- one time, after getting his powers, he tried to get a cat out of a tree by jumping up and grabbing it. He jumped with so much force he hit his head on a branch and got knocked out. Kardala had to carry him back to the base
- brother’s nickname is “Brant” (they each took a bit of their last name)
- his powers get more intense when he gets more excited
- literally bounces with excitement
- like a dog
- he gets down on himself
- constantly comparing himself to the perfect genius and the literal goddess
- when he’s in a mood sometimes he watches fail compilations for himself on ANW
- he agrees with Nadiya
- his nephew came up with the name Spring Heel
- whenever people say it’s lame he takes the credit for making it up
- has a bunch of stuffed frogs
- one time cartwheeled twenty times in a row before throwing up
When They See Your Current S/O Hit You (Requested)
Warning:This might include a Trigger Warning so read with caution.
Namjoon had called you constantly over the past half-hour but you hadn’t answered any of his calls. You were a close friend and someone who he held close to his heart. He wasn’t sure how to tell you his feelings quite yet, and you were already in a relationship. You had promised to call him when you got home, but you still hadn’t responded to his texts. So he arrived at your apartment building to check up on you. A few doors down from your room, he could hear yelling, from a man.
Namjoon narrowed his eyes and decided against knocking, just barging right through. His eyes connected with yours right as your boyfriends fist came colliding down against the back of your skull. Your knees buckled and you dropped to the floor covering your head.
Namjoon lost it. He mowed down your boyfriend with a huge shove, pushing him back against the dining room table. He stood in front of your like some wild beast, chest puffed and jaw clenched. You weakly reached up and grabbed Namjoon’s hand. This was your way of silently telling him to back off.
“If you ever come near her again, I will drive you into the ground.”
~Kim Seok Jin~
Jin was one of the only people who could make you smile. Even when you came to him with huge bruises you tried to hide, he would try to draw your attention away from them. His love for you grew farther than a brother/sister relationship. He craved to make you happy like this all the time.
So when you didn’t show up for your weekly meet-up at the coffee shop, Jin knew something was off. He opened his phone to check messages but that’s when he heard your voice. He looked up with a large smile but frowned when he noticed you were a few feet away. Not only that, but you were arguing with your current shitty boyfriend.
He had his finger on your face and was yelling at the top of his lungs. You tried to diffuse the situation but Jin saw it was no good. He walked towards the two of you with his hands in his pockets. Jin was about a foot away when your boyfriend raised his hand and backhanded you across the cheek.
It was all a blur to Jin really. He had your boyfriend pinned to the ground by his throat and was throwing punches, ignoring the fact that people were taking out cameras. You begged him to stop and tugged on his jacket to pull him back.
“Don’t you ever touch her again! Do you hear me?”
~Min Yoon Gi~ Yoongi was no idiot. He saw how you came don makeup to cover a black eye or wore long sleeve shirts to hide the bruising on your wrist. He had begged you to weave your boyfriend months ago. Yet each time you told him that you loved him too much, and that he was getting better.
Yoongi had made it his job to walk you home every night from your job at the café. Little did he know, this only made your boyfriend angrier. So one night, you clocked out early and left without Yoongi. Yoongi however was only a few feet behind you, silently watching from the shadows.
About a mile down the road he saw a staggering figure approach you. The hood was drawn up but he could immediately tell it was your boyfriend, he could smell the reek of alcohol. You raised your hands to defend yourself even if that only made things worse. The hand that wrapped around your throat nearly lifted you off the ground.
Yoongi had seen enough. With both hands, he shoved your boyfriend to the ground and you fell in a gasping heap. Yoongi helped you to your feet and stood menacingly over your boyfriend.
“Get the hell out of her house by tomorrow, or you’ll be dealing with me.”
Everybody but you could see that Hoseok loved you more than a good friend. He followed you around like a lap dog and watched you with utter fascination. The only thing he couldn’t stand, is your fucking boyfriend. He had never seen a bigger asshole in his life.
You were a stylist for BTS so it was obvious who supported the both of you, considering your boyfriend didn’t even have a job. You had stayed late one night to help Hoseok with his costume for the upcoming MV. You were kneeling down while sewing up his pants leg when the door swung wide opened.
“On you knees for another man Y/n? You are such a slut!“
Your boyfriend came charging in with a face full of fury. You barely had time to open your mouth before he had a handful of your hair and his hand collided with your cheek. You could taste blood in your mouth but you were dropped a second later. Hoseok landed one good punch to your boyfriend’s jaw. The man crumpled and you could see the fresh tears in his eyes.
“Get up and fight you sorry piece of shit! See if you can hit me like that.”
You were his choreographer, all of BTS’ choreographer, yet you were drawn to him the most. The way he moved had your heart throbbing. Yet you knew you could never be with him. One, you were in a relationship, and he second, your boyfriend was abusive. Even if you tried to leave him, he would always be there in the back of your mind.
Jimin had strong feelings as well, but wouldn’t admit them for fear of losing you completely. He tried to spend as much time with your as possible however. He had requested an earlier dance practice for him and the boys. Much to the others dismay. They arrived together with deep frowns and tired eyes and the only one happy was Jimin.
They were outside of the studio door when the heard the screaming. Jimin tenses up when he heard you cry and slammed open the door. At that moment, your boyfriend punched you,splitting your lip instantaneously.
Jimin was known for being the most scary when he was angry and you could see why. He threw your boyfriend against the glass walls that lined one side of the studio. One shattered on impact and cut through your boyfriend jacket. He was bleeding and unconscious when Jimin climbed on top of him and continued to beat the living shit out of him.
He other boys finally dragged him off of he other man and all you could do was wrap your arms around Jimin and sob into his shoulder.
“If he ever touches you again Y/n, I’ll kill him.”
Taehyung was a big ball of fluff and you were drawn to that. Even on your darkest days when the hits were a little harder and the words were more harsh. If you looked to him, everything would be okay. You worked as a secretary at BigHit industry, which was impressive considering how young you were. It was becoming harder and harder to cover up the signs of abuse however. Taehyung had grown feelings for you the second you entered the building. You weren’t like other girls he had met in the slightest.
Tae knew what was going on, but he had no idea how to get you away from that monster you said you loved. Taehyung leaned against your desk one day, talking up a storm like always before rehearsal. You smiled up at the man when the doors to your office were blown open. Taehyung stood at attention but was mearly ignored as your boyfriend grabbed you by the arm in front of everyone. “I have a job! I can’t just-” the loud slap echoed through the small office.
Taehyung acted fast, using his fist to disconnect the two of you. Your boyfriend went spiraling into the potted plant you kept in your office but Taehyung wouldn’t let up. He picked up your boyfriend by the shirt of his collar and stared directly into his eyes.
“If I see you anywhere near Y/n, you’ll regret it.”
You and Jungkook had many things in common, both being the youngest out of your idol groups. Not to mention the radiant personalities you both shared. Jungkook could feel himself falling a bit more in love with you each time you met. You each would attend the others concert whenever possible.
The paparazzi soon picked up on the relationship though. Rumors of you being disloyal to the CEO you had been dating for the past year surfacing. Jungkook couldn’t stand your boyfriend. The old, cocky man who only showed you off like prized cattle.
When Jungkook came backstage at one of your concerts, he could already get the bickering from your dressing room. When he reached for the door handle and pushed it open slightly, he wished he would have entered the room sooner. Your boyfriend knocked you down with a blow to the cheek, delivering a kick to your ribs.
Your boyfriend only a saw a blur as Jungkook grabbed him by his collar and tossed him against the vanity. Jungkook gritted his teeth and landed punch after punch to your beaten boyfriend. You fellow band mates rushed inside to console you as you begged Jungkook to let him go.
“I love her you bastard! If I see you anywhere near her I’ll beat you within an inch of your life."
~Thank you for this request, I highly enjoyed it. If you are in a abusive relationship, please seek help to remove yourself from that situation.~
When Ty was much younger, he’d been puzzled by the way people talked and the way they exaggerated to make a point. Phrases like “raining cats and dogs” had caused him annoyance—and sometimes a small amount of betrayal, since he liked cats and dogs a great deal more than he liked rain.