REPUTATION SECRET SESSIONS LONDON (OCTOBER 13TH 2017) - Masterpost
There was a lot going on Friday the 13th… Most of us probably missed something. So what I’m trying to do here is gather tweets and Tumblr posts of the lucky ones who got to have that experience. Basically these are just some of the impressions and important information people were able to share with us. If I missed something important, please feel free to point it out and I will update… Also, and I think I speak for everyone, huge thanks to all of you who answered all of our questions and shared anecdotes from this event. We really do appreciate it.
Jane Porter had just graduated from Central St. Martins with a scientific illustration degree when her father surprised her with an incredible opportunity. He wanted Jane to assist him in his research of African gorillas in the Congo rainforest for the rest of the year.
It was one thing to spend your weekends sketching animals at the zoo, but to leave her life in London and go the the dangerous depths of the jungle where she’d be face-to-face with ferocious beasts and the possibility of being lost forever and who knows what else… It was reckless and dangerous, to say the least.
so there’s this new exchange student girl and she’s the prettiest most
angelic person i’ve ever seen and I want to cry and she sits next to me
in french class and I always feel awkward because I don’t know what to say!!! she has the loveliest eyes, like a mix of blue and grey and turquoise and her accent is so beautiful !!!!! but yeah
she’s cute and I hope she has a nice life!!
NCT 127 + Ten Reaction to a Black Girl Speaking Fluent Korean @ Fansign
mark ; he’s gonna be shocked/shy about it of course and tell her that her korean is good but he would probably just speak to her in english because he’ll think that it’s easier to talk to her in the language. “was it hard? to learn korean?!”
taeyong ; he’s gonna be like “what the fuck” in a good way though,, like he’d be shy as hell to speak to her because it’s so impressive. before she got to him,, he noticed her and was preparing himself for a horrible english conversation. he was so happy that she learned korean and that he could speak comfortably to her. he’d still be shy af tho like cmon it’s taeyong. he’ll probably be all happy and shet like the gif.
jaehyun ; even tho he can be big headed sometimes,, he won’t be so big headed when he meets her. he probably won’t be able to look her in the eyes when she’s speaking to him bc that’s impressive af and he’d be a little shooken up. he’d stutter and laugh off his mistakes. it’ll be like he’s the one who isn’t korean. he’ll try to use his kinda poor english skills btw.
doyoung ; i think he’d be cool about it,, like he’ll be surprised bc wow she can speak korean and it’s good. he'll love talking to her and he’d find her accent cute. “your accent, it’s so nice.” he’ll say in english but he’ll lowkey facepalm himself bc he could’ve just told her that in korean w/o embarrassing himself. probably making mistakes like that the whole time. pls appreciate this gif doyoung is beauty doyoung is fine
yuta ; “finally someone i can relate to” “isn’t korean hard??” yeah,, he’ll be happy af basically.
taeil ; “issa wife” shaking in his boots. that is all
haechan ; he’d try to play it cool tbh but in his head he’d be going crazy, a stuttering mess. “your korean is good” “you’re so pretty” ,, mostly saying any and every thing that comes to his mind without thinking.
win win ; she’d make his heart throb idc. her korean would be too good for him to handle,, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do but complement her in a low and shy voice. he’d be cheesing and staring hard af.
johnny ; shocked. he’d say to himself,,, “im about to wife her and she don’t even know it” ,, he’d flirt with her lowkey. and like mark, he’ll speak to her in english after speaking in korean for awhile.
ten ; he’d be all cute about the situation. “omg” x100. he would wanna be language exchange partners because she’s pretty and can speak a language that he wants to be better in. but that couldn’t happen so he’d get rid of that thought and give her di best fan service of her life.
Prompt: “You raised the undead so that you could have people to do your errands?”
It had been three days now; three days since those annoying little schists had arrived. The ’wizards’. Psh. Yeah, right.
Most of the camp had welcomed them with open arms. Surprisingly.
The Hectate cabin especially seemed to have a profound respect for them after the wizards proved themselves worthy of wielding magic… with wands no less.
The Athena cabin though seemed to take in the girl as one of their own. For the past few days she had spent day in and day out with Annabeth doing gods knows what.
That bothered you to no end. That witch annoyed you to no end. You didn’t even know why. You didn’t hate the other two wizards. Sure, they were kinda weird, but they were cool.
Harry was apparently like the Percy of wizard kind. Everyone either loved him or hated him and wanted to kill him. The ginger kid, Ron was hands down one of the funniest people you had ever met. He really gave Leo a run for his money but, despite that, they seemed to be getting along like brothers.
Now that you thought about it, maybe it’s was fact that her British accent was fucking cute that you hated so much. Or maybe it was the weird private school uniform she always seemed to wear that piqued your curiosity. You didn’t know what it is, you just hated her.
You thought it was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She were ridiculous. And those robes. Ha!
“[Y/n].” You slashed one last cut and sliced the dummy’s head clean off its shoulders. Pleased with yourself you turned to greet your brother.
“Hey Neeks,” you grinned. He stared at the dummy’s head, still rolling across the floor before Mrs.O'Leary came out of nowhere, swallowing it in one bite.
You cleared your throat and your brother turned to glare at you, remembering that he hated that nickname.
You picked your water bottle off of the ground, sheathed your sword, and walked with your brother toward the the Big House.
“We have dish washing duty after dinner,” Nico informed, running a hand through his hair. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
Up until now the two of you had avoided chores by being one of the cleanest cabins. However last week you two went to visit your sister, Hazel, at Camp Jupiter and stayed there for a few days. You had barely arrived back yesterday but, the Hades cabin was already messy.
“We don’t have to do the dishes,” you said thoughtfully. Your older brother glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes.
“How do you mean?”
You paused, making Nico raise a brow in question. “Brother we have friends who can do that for us.”
He furrowed his brows, not quite comprehending.
You sighed and looked at the ground. You concentrated until you felt a soft tug inside you. A crack formed in the ground and a hand clawed its way out. Before you knew it there was a skeleton warrior before you.
“You’re saying a skeleton can do our chores?” Nico asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You smirked slightly and mirrored his actions.
“Well why not? Father gave you a chauffeur. He gave me a butler. Chiron never specified if we were allowed to use our powers. He just assigns a cabin to make sure it’s done.” You say. He nods thoughtfully, weighing your argument against the simple fact that the Hades cabin has cleaning duty. Not the Hades cabin mascots.
“Plus,” you add. “We summon them all the time to run our errands.”
You turn to your butler, who is patiently waiting for orders. “I’ll summon you later tonight, Colins. Sorry for the false alarm but, you get to wash dishes later!” You exclaim, feigning enthusiasm.
Your butler chitters and nods excitedly before jumping back into the hole he crawled from. You seal the crack and turn to smile at your brother.
“See? Colins doesn’t mind one-”
“You raised the undead so that you could have people to do your errands?” A snotty voice asks behind you.
Nico and you whirl around and ugh. It’s that annoying witch. And she’s just about looking over your shoulder.
“Yes,” you growl. “I did.”
She scrunches up her nose and glances at the mark left behind by the crack you opened in the ground.
She grabs her wand from her robe and twirls it around her fingers, lifting a brow.
She’s walking backwards, with her lip curled in disgust.
You unconsciously debate raising a bone for her to trip on but decide against it. Best save that for a better day.
“Excuse me,” she says. “I have to go and vomit.”
Your face must have been comical because you faintly hear Nico snickering next to you.
“You do that,” you snap.
You turn away from her, making sure to whip your hair so that it fans her face. “She’s such a nuisance,” you mutter under your breath.
Nico chuckles and you look at him, raising a brow.
“What?” You ask, irked.
He shakes his head, still smirking. “Nothing. But, you’re going to have to deal with that nuisance for the next few days because she’s on our team during capture the flag. And, you missed announcements during lunch but, you are partnered up to teach her all the activities we have.”
You groan loudly. “I’m going to speak to Chiron. Why can’t you teach her?” You whine.
“I can’t. I’m getting checked up.” He says at once.
“All of the next few days?” You inquire incredulously.
Your brother shrugs his shoulders apologetically. “Doctor’s orders.” He opens the door the to Big House and walks inside.
“That is not even a valid excuse! You use that for literally everything,” you huff.
The screen door slammed shut, nearly smacking you in the face. You stood on the porch and let out a frustrated groan before smacking your head once against the door, causing it to rattle. You pulled open the door and stomped inside, all the while complaining under your breath about what you did to deserve such a curse.
BISEXUAL SARA LANCE, LOVING IT UP IN THE HISTORICAL PERIOD/PERSONS OF YOUR CHOICE
She still thinks about Lindsey from time to time.
She wonders if she found the life she wanted, if somewhere there’s an old lesbian curled up with her wife and a big, fat cat. She likes to think she managed to find happiness, managed to live her most authentic life. (But she’s also painfully aware that living in a small town in the 50′s, chances are she ended up in a loveless marriage with a gross old man who just wanted a trophy wife.)
Guinevere crosses her mind as well, and she’s still quite proud that she bagged a fictional Queen. (She’s also not entirely certain how she did it, but living with the Legends, she’s used to impossibilities). She’d have loved to bring her on the Waverider, they’d have been a formidable team.
Amaya is… Amaya is incredible. She’s smart, brilliant, badass, beautiful and Sara is gone pretty much straight away. Of course, Nate has already swept her off her feet, and Sara doesn’t want to be bitter but my God, why do all the nerds on her ship get the girls? She and Mick have shared a few
conciliatory drinks over that one.
There are men in the Legions alternate universe, in Doomworld. (Jesus, she hates her adorable team.)
She doesn’t get a lot of time to herself, but when she does, she likes to go out and dance. It lets her feel free, lets her think about herself for once, and not about the bigger picture, about her boss and that itch in her head that something isn’t quite right. Her romances don’t last very long, one or two nights at most. Something about them doesn’t feel right. She thinks she’s straight in this universe, but occasionally her eye will settle on a beautiful girl, on Amaya in her leather and her stomach will flutter.
Sara is comfortable in her bisexuality, but whereas she’ll fall fast and hard for a beautiful woman, it takes a special man to truly make her look twice.
She kissed Leonard at the Oculus, because as a friend once said “every good legend ends with a kiss.” She didn’t want Leonard to go out in pain, with no tenderness and it felt right at the time.
(She realised when he came back, it was definitely only right at the time.)
Men are hard, men are gross, men are cruel.
Rip is hard, Rip is gross, Rip is cruel.
But Rip is also good, and kind, and trying his goddamn hardest. Rip is… an anomaly. Rip should turn her off and repulse her. Instead he charms her, he gets under her skin.
She doesn’t know if it’s his cute accent - and euw, she’s so cliche - or his brooding eyes. She thinks maybe it’s his sadness, the pain that he pulls himself out of every day to be a functional human being. She gets that. She does that too. She sees herself reflected in him, and she wonders if maybe their broken parts could fit together. Their match wouldn’t be perfect, but maybe they could fill the cracks with gold and create something beautiful too.
(n.) – The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
Love covers a strange and magical spectrum, and
Bog and Marianne discuss being different. A sequel of sorts to Spectrum.
Dedicated to @dainesanddaffodils and @sophaoat, my bestest besties and who helped me out immensely with their thoughtful and frank discussions with me on such subjects. You girls are the best, and I love you both dearly <3
This is one of those fanfics I’ve been wanting
to do for a while now, I won’t lie. It seems all too appropriate to finally
write it for Valentine’s Day, a day where we celebrate love in all its delight
Given my own sexuality and experience with
romance and attraction, this story is very
close to my heart, and I dearly hope it provides even the merest inch of
the same comfort it gives to me. Not all of us have security of a society that
accepts or even understands us, but please know this – you are loved, and I am one
of the many who loves you. And in the words of this beautiful movie, everyone deserves to be loved…
All my lofe to you, my darlings. Happy
Valentine’s Day <3
Bog rolled over, the mossy
spread of his bed making the crackle of scales that usually accompanied such a
movement muffled to an almost plush pitch, and raised a brow heavy with
contentment at the Fairy Princess beside him, her elegant lean against the
headboard of his bed a stark contrast to the sprawling tangle of limbs he
currently was. “What is it? More inane comments from dusty old fools?”
Requested- A short imagine please where y/n is a transfer from America(not southern) and she tries to mimic his accent and he laughs so he tries to mimic hers and just cute fluffiness
A/n- I’m sorry this is relatively short but I didn’t have a lot of time to write :(
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“I’ve never seen you before,” a low voice comes to your hearing as you sit down on an empty seat in Potions. You look at the owner of the voice to see a guy with black hair and mischievous looks. Chuckling you reply, mimicking his British accent. “That’s right, mate.”
The boy raises his eyebrows at your remark, “American, I see. Trying to sound British?”
“Perhaps, the tea I had this morning was too strong to my proper liking, you know.” You laugh and do your best on the accent.
“Okay, y’all need to chill. Does this burger come in extra large?” Sirius retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You know what, the weather is shite.”
“Seriously, what about my milkshake? Can I have the biggest one?”
“You’re a twat.” Rolling your eyes, you throw a piece of paper at him.
“You’re an asshole.” He ducks away.
“Thank you.” You throw another one. It hits him.
“You’re welcome. By the way, I’m Sirius, Sirius Black.” The boy grins and puts his hand out.
You hesitate before finally shaking it. “Y/n y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”