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Mapmaking Part 1

So you want to make a custom map! Pylon Bina here to lend their (hopeful) expertise on the matter.

Mapmaking is a great way to add physical context to your stories. Knowing where people are in relation to the world around them helps readers follow along the journey more accurately, ESPECIALLY if there are lots of events happening far away from each other. Tolkein’s books include maps to get you oriented around Middle Earth while multiple plotlines were happening, and C.S. Lewis had maps of Narnia and the surrounding countries so that “Calormen” and “Ettinmoor” weren’t just vague concepts to the reader.

Mapmaking is also a great mental exercise that brings together a lot of general knowledge, and will get you thinking about how your world works. By the end of mapping your world, you’ll have a much better grasp of your setting. Not to mention it’s an indispensable reference!

So, this tutorial will cover the all the different scales that you might need. Some of these are related and will be grouped together: world/region/country maps, and city/town maps. Since the tutorials are image-heavy, they won’t both be put together in this post, but linked separately.



Mapmaking Part 1a: Large-scale maps

Here we’ll go through the process of creating a large-scale map. All steps will be listed in order, but not all steps apply to the kind of map you want. For example, if you’re focusing on a country or province, skip the step about picking a map projection (unless your country is absolutely enormous).

STEP 0: STYLE

This isn’t really a necessary step for the beginning, but it’s best to think about it early. What kind of look are you going for? An old, parchment-style map? Something sleek and as informative as possible? Is it a reference only for you, or would you include it with your published material? The maps I’ll use for the tutorial are the old-looking parchment ones.

STEP 1: SET UP THE MAP

If you’re drawing a world map, you might consider picking a map projection. This gives you a border to draw in and adds some realism to your map. There’s a wikipedia page on map projections to look at (HERE). There’s some crazy ones out there. I went with the Winkel-Tripel projection (fun fact, National Geographic uses this projection for their all-world maps).

Then decide: How many continents? Do you have a Pangea thing going on? Or do you have 5-6 major land masses like Earth does? Is it all islands?

STEP 2: DRAFTING BORDERS

This is the fun part and most creative part, really. Here you’ll choose the location and general shape of your borders/landmasses. They might be the continent’s coastal boundary, or it could be a political border. Keep in mind that political boundaries have way more regularities in them than coastal boundaries do (for example, the boundary between the US and Canada has a long smooth portion in it).

Choose your shapes. They can be super vague, just get the general idea down. Consider completely random objects for inspiration if you want more irregularly-shaped landmasses/countries. Lumpy horse head? Rooster tail? Saggy boot? Go nuts. Here I used a lumpy upside-down arrowhead shape.

Special note on political borders: A lot of the time, political boundaries follow meridians/parallels (resulting in a smooth border), or natural formations such as rivers and mountain ranges. Keep this in mind when drafting.

STEP 3 (optional): REFINE SHAPES

If you feel your shape isn’t distinct enough, take your time and refine it. Add notches, lumps, carve chunks out of the edges, anything you want, until you’re happy with the overall shape. For inspiration, look at a real-world map and look at just how irregular and weird some countries/continents are in their shape. Don’t be scared to make something crazy! I mean, look at the broken-ness of northern Canada. Or the intense squiggles of Greenland. The thin-ness of Chile. Lots of weird stuff irl to remind you just how flexible you can be.

STEP 4: LINING (AND EMBRACING RANDOMNESS)

Ahh, the fun part. And the part that might take the longest. Lining/inking! If you don’t have steady hands or worry about making smooth lines, don’t fret! Coastlines (and to a certain degree, political boundaries) are filled with some shaky random nonsense. To get a border that really feels real, embrace that randomness and don’t bother with a steady hand. I purposefully let my hand shake and twitch to get that proper randomness. Make sure that you enlarge your sketch to be properly big enough for your map.

Note how I deviated from my sketch all over the place. The sketch is really just to give you an idea. I encourage straying from it when you want more interesting borders. I also added some random islands nearby.

STEP 5: MAJOR LAND FEATURES

Before you put your cities down, you need to get the lay of the land. Are there mountains? Rivers? Lakes? Deserts? Forests? If you have a climate already planned, reflect that on your map. You can either include them on your final map, or have it in a sketch somewhere (or on an extra layer in your art program) just so you know. Reference real world maps for help.

To actually draw these things, check out their representations on real maps or fantasy maps. It might be sections of color, different textures, or you can get artsy and throw down some triangles for mountains, clustered circles/scribbles for forests, etc. Just so long as anyone looking at the map can easily tell what’s what. !!! Include a map key if you have to !!!

Consider this: Lots of land features work in tandem. Rivers can originate from mountains. Air currents mean a forest might be on one side of a mountain range but not on the other.  All rivers end in the ocean. All rivers flow downhill! Mountain ranges are BIG. Does a mountain range cut through multiple countries/continents?

Also consider: Do any land features make up a border to your country (if applicable?) Rivers are great for political boundaries.


This has been the first part of making a custom map; stay tuned for the second part (in which pylon Bina goes into adding the civilization part to your new landmasses) coming soon!

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

❄ ———— FROZEN SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Hi, everyone. I’m _____ and I like warm hugs! ’
’ Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled. ’
’ Whoa, whoa, whoa, put your feet down. ’
’ Seriously, were you raised in a barn? ’
’ You guys go and I’ll distract him. ’
’ This just got a lot more complicated. ’
’ Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle. ’
’ Yeah. I have a thick skull. ’
’ Are you all right? ’
’ I don’t have a skull. Or bones. ’
’ I can’t feel my legs! ’
’ Ooh, do me a favor and grab my butt. ’
’ It’s not nice to throw people! ’
’ What am I looking at here? ’
’ Why are you hanging from the earth by your feet like bats? ’
’ Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me? ’
’ Can I say something even crazier? Yes! ’
’ Shush! I’m trying to listen. ’
’ And who’s the funky looking donkey over there? ’
’ Oh they’re bo - oh! Okay. Makes things easier for me. ’
’ If only there was someone out there who loved you. ’
’ As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn’t stand a chance. ’
’ I knew, I’d have to marry into the throne somewhere. ’
’ What-what are you talking about? ’
’ You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me, just like that! ’
’ I figured after we married, I’d have to stage a little accident for ______. ’
’ You won’t get away with this! ’
’ Oh, I love it. It’s so cute. It like a little baby unicorn. ’
’ No! I don’t trust your judgement! ’
’ Excuse me? ’
’ Who marries a man they just met? ’
’ Some people are worth melting for. ’
’ Just maybe not right this second. ’
’ So, uh tell me. What made the Queen go all ice crazy? ’
’ Oh well, it was all my fault. ’
’ Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Anyway I got mad and so she got mad and then she tried to walk away. ’
’ Hang on, you mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers? ’
’ The cold never bothered me anyway. ’
’ Do you think you could show us the way? ’
’ How does this work? ’
’ Try and focus here. ’
’ I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved the idea of summer. ’
’ I’m guessing you don’t have much experience with heat. ’
’ The party is over. Close the gates. ’
’ Please! I can’t live like this anymore! ’
’ What did I ever do to you? ’
’ Why? Why do you shut me out? ’
’ Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of? ’
’ I knew there was something dubious going on here. ’
’ You are a sight for sore eyes. ’
’ Hey, whoa, I don’t even recognize you. ’
’ I don’t even recognize you. You’ve lost so much weight. ’
’ I understand you’re love experts. ’
’ Why aren’t you running? ’
’ May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what? ’
’ Ahh, and I just paid it off! ’
’ You almost set me on fire! ’
’ Whoa. Now that’s ice. I might cry. ’
’ Whoa, so this is heat. I love it. ’
’ Now we just have to survive this blizzard. ’
’ I’ll replace your sled, and everything in it. ’
’ I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore. ’
’ In fact, this whole thing’s ruined me for helping anyone ever again. ’
’ But you won’t get your new sled if she’s dead. ’
’ Sometimes I really don’t like you. ’
’ You are? I mean, sure, I’ll let you tag along. ’
’ Whoa, you really don’t know anything about love, do you? ’
’ You want to talk about a problem? I sell ice for a living. ’
’ Ooh, that’s a rough business to be in right now. ’
’ I’m awkward, you’re gorgeous. Wait what? ’
’ What? I just fell off a cliff. You should see your hair. ’
’ No! No, I’m going to keep my clothes on. ’
’ The only frozen heart around here is yours. ’
’ I got it, I got it. I don’t got it, I don’t got it. ’
’ Hands down, this is the best day of my life. ’
’ I don’t know, come through here recently? ’
’ The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear. ’
’ Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn’t have to be a snowman. ’
’ You, is there sorcery in you, too? Are you a monster, too? ’
’ That’s a first. Oh, you should probably wait out here. ’
’ I just can’t! The sky’s awake so I’m awake. So we have to play! ’
’ I’m thinking maybe some crimson, chartreuse. ’
’ How about yellow? No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? ’
’ I’ve only got one rope and you don’t know how to climb mountains. ’
’ You’re gonna kill yourself. I wouldn’t put my foot there. ’
’ I’m just blocking you out because I gotta concentrate here. ’
’ Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you. ’
’ I’m not alone. I have friends, remember? ’
’ Please tell me I’m almost there. ’
’ You kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere. ’
’ Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here? ’
’ Do you happen to have any ideas? ’
’ Love… is… putting someone else’s needs before yours. ’
appentency

(a little sneak peek at the andreil coffee shop au i’ve been working on!! i’m also in need of a beta!)

ap·pe·ten·cyˈapədənsē/

noun

archaic

  1. a longing or desire. 

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A Glowing Destiny

Prompt; Glow

Requested by Nonners!

And yes, I was listening to Shut up and Dance while writing this, I totes recommend it! Lol

Sequel to Soul Song

Special shout out to @lulu2222 and @aya-eisen for being my betas on this!


He strummed his guitar nervously, leaning over to steal a peek at the cheering crowd. It was his first big gig, but the audience wasn’t the one making him shake in his boots. He could handle large crowds, and had worse in the past. He figured that some of his regular fans would make their appearance tonight; they never failed to do so, the crazy fuckers. Hell, he wasn’t even intimidated by the bigger name groups playing before him, some of them causing the crowd to roar in delight over their antics.  

No, it wasn’t not the audience or the bands making him nervous.  

It was the small glow in the back corner of the auditorium that’s making him tremble. That small little glow that he’d known since he was six, the one that seemed so far away that was suddenly so close. He gripped his guitar a bit tighter, gulping in sudden anticipation; tonight he would meet the one who was the source of that light; his own soul mate.  

He almost couldn’t believe how far he made it, having had others mock him for even daring to try singing for such a reason. Well, he thought almost gleefully. Here we are, who’s the crazy one now?

He certainly felt a little crazier now as the band ahead of him finished their song, sweating and panting hard from the dance. This is it, now or never!

The curtain lifted, and he nearly gasped when the faint light grew, and he caught a glimpse of blue. Blue hair? He had to know for sure now. And he had just the song to use too!

He turned to the others, grinning in excitement. “Oi, forget this song, we’re using the fun one!” He called, ignoring the surprised gawking the drummer and bassist shot his way. Oh yes, the fun song. He turned to the audience, strumming out a short sequence. “Oi, oi!” He called out, unable to keep the giddy grin off of his face. “Not that the last guys weren’t fun, but we’re about to do a bit of audience participation. Who feels like dancing?!”  

The answering cheer vibrated the stage, and Gajeel couldn’t help laughing when he saw the light bounce in the back. It was pushing its way closer, and a small plan began forming in his mind; he had to act fast.  

It turned out better than he could’ve ever planned for, and he used the incredibly bouncy beat of the song to hide the tremors he could feel. God, he was so nervous! But he couldn’t deny that he was having fun for once. Oh, he loved singing, and was incredibly grateful to the guys for putting up with him, but tonight, he was putting it all on the line. And there was no way he was stopping either; the person was finally close enough to see, even without the golden aura that surround her.  

He nearly choked on a line, he was so distracted. Her golden eyes glittered in the flashing lights, capturing his in a near painful recognition. I know you!  

Without a second thought, he jumped down, ignoring the other cheering girls that flocked him. Idly he remembered that he was supposed to be singing, and that his impromptu performance was nearly throwing off his band-mates. Oh well, he’d apologize later.  

He reached out, grabbing her tiny hand and tugged her back to the stage amidst wails of disappointed girls. She didn’t hesitate to follow; her warm touch sending zings of electricity up his arm as she tightened her grip in his hand. I found her!  

And he’d never let her go.  

They were soul mates, after all.

christ. this stalking situation of bts here in chile is getting on my nerves. every single time an artist decides to actually come here the crazy fans are the ones that end up chasing them away from having a good and relaxing time in santiago. A good friend of mine actually went to the hotel to try and reason with the crazies in there but told me this kids (bc the oldest one in there was like 17 or something) are vicious. They don’t care about anything and even some of their parents were there trying to help them get into the hotel. it’s outrageous. And I feel the need to apologize for this mess to all of armys and bts themselves. I’m sorry you guys. There are still some sane fans in here that are patiently waiting for the concert tonight and tomorrow, and if I wasn’t halfway around the city on family business I would have gone there myself to idk, spray some water on those kids so they come to their senses. 

Strange Magic Week DAY 2: wedding/arranged marriage

for helvede! I forgot this wedding theme… well here is late lazy crazy colored one from me..
i really love all you others wonderfull contributes to this theme, mine is not very original…

Marianne is forced into mirrage with Roland, but she knows he is cheating on her, making her an miserable butterfly.
Bog hears the alarm that someone is in The Dark Forest. Checking it out himself, only to find a crying Marianne

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes — The ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules — you can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things — They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.” — Steve Jobs

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”      
  Rob Siltanen ~

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
—  Rob Siltanen
3

“So… what do you think?”

They had walked in behind the cemetery and through the woods surrounding it until they finally arrived at their destination: an abandoned playground. To anyone else it would have been just a rusty pile of garbage and a free trial for tetanus, but Salem knew exactly why he wanted to show her this. “This looks… exactly like our park.”  She smiled at him. “How did you find this place?”

“I just wandered back here one day. Crazy, right? I guess it makes sense, the Hollow was a real town at some point.”  He took her hand in his. “I used to spend a lot of time here… this is where I was when I decided to come look for you at prom.”  He laughed, realizing how cheesy he’d become since he got her back. He just couldn’t help it. “I would’ve gotten you an actual present, I swear, but…you know.”

Never Bored Around You (Jimin)

Requested: Nope. I am the only one to blame for this monster I have created. -Gabby
Genre: Fluff// Awkwardness//
Word Count:2,711

Masterlist - Mobile Masterlist

Working at BigHit records was a lot of things, but boring was not one of them. It didn’t matter how crazy or hectic my schedule as an intern got. There was always somethIng that made me laugh and remember why I wanted to be here and why I had chosen to do this job.

Today, It was Park Jimin from BTS.

Part of my job as an intern for BIgHIt was keeping track of idols backstage at performances and t.v appearances. Or in other words, babysitting. So here I was in the green room with BTS watching Jimin and J-hope go back and forth dancing to American pop music, looking ridiculous and they did so.

I laughed as Jimin did his version of the whip, messing up and smacking a chair with his hand.

“Aish!” Jimin yelled, shaking his hand violently before continuing his dance as the song changed to Toxic by Britney Spears.

Hobi and Jimin both stopped, gave each other a mischievous look, and then slowly creeped up behind Namjoon, who had his back turned to us.

As the chorus began to play both of them started to dance around him in a way that could only be described as ‘bad stripper’ dancing.

I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing too loud as Jungkook sat down next to me, an amused look on his face as he watched his hyung’s torment Namjoon.

“Yah! Can you two knock it off?” Namjoon teasingly yelled at the boys before pushing through them and going to sit down in a chair in the corner, his phone in front of his face trying to hide his smile.

That was the thing with Hobi and Jimin, you couldn’t help but laugh at them when they were beIng silly. Even Yoongi, the most laidback and serious of the group, often found himself laughing at them after he got done being annoyed with them.

“Y/n! It’s your turn! Come dance!” Hoseok held his hand out to me, his body still moving around as he got closer to the couch I was perched on.

“Nuh-uh! Not this time!” I shook my head at him and looked to Jungkook for support. Since the two of us were the same age we tended to get along pretty well. Except for in this moment.

As I went to scoot back Jungkook put his hand on my back and pushed me forward.

“Come on don’t be a wet blanket! Have some fun with us!” Jimin added as he grabbed my hand, pullIng me into him on accident.

“Sorry!” We both yelled as I pulled back from him slightly, a blush creepIng up my neck and to my face.

“Ah! Jimin-hyung is blushing!” Jungkook yelled loudly, causIng almost everyone to look up at him, Including me. Which I regretted almost immedIately.   

I hadn’t stopped to think how close our faces were to one another. Inches. I could feel his breath on my face as I looked up at him, Jimin being more than a few Inches taller than me. From this angle though I could see that he was, in fact, blushing. Just as much as I was.

After what felt like hours but in reality had only been seconds we both looked away, him backing up and laughing. Trying to shake off the awkward tension.

“Y/n-shiii! Can you come help wIth me this?” It was Taehyung’s voice that finally broke the awkwardness, and I was thankful for It.

I turned around to see what he needed, but not before glancing back at Jimin to see him still blushing.

“Show me.” I saId as I reached Tae, reaching out for his phone to see that he was stuck on a level of the game he was playing. I couldn’t help the laugh that came out of my mouth. He didn’t need my help, he was just trying to make things less tense and awkward.

“I can’t fIgure out what to do next y/n, and you’re smarter than me.” He sighed as I looked at the screen. Clearly he knew that that was not true.

“You have to do this.” I sat down next to him and showed him what to do before handing him his phone back. I watched as he finished the level and smIled up at me. I smIled back, letting him know I was thankful for him saving me.

We spent the next hour or so handing his phone back and forth, each of us taking turns playing the game while the others ate, got changed, and goofed around some more. I tried to not pay too much attention to Jimin though, even though it was hard to do. Jimin had the type of personality that you couldn’t help beIng drawn to. The second he walked into the room he was already doing something or saying something that drew your attention to him. So ignoring him was hard on a normal day. But after our close encounter it became harder.

I had never thought about any of the boys in a romantic way before. Not that they weren’t my type or anything, because they were all cute and nice. But this was work. My job. And I didn’t  want anything to get in the way of that.

And clearly I wasn’t the only one stealing glances. I had caught Jimin several times looking at me when I looked over at him. But the second our eyes met he would look away, and then look back again. It was almost like a game of chicken. Who would look away first? Me. I always looked away first.

Not because I didn’t like him, because clearly I did or I wouldn’t be so nervous right now. It was because I knew I wasn’t his type. Not for a long shot. Jimin liked girls who were outgoing and fun. LIke he was. And I wasn’t any of those things. I was shy and quiet and timid. I had always been that way. I would bore him to death if we ever did date, which was out of the question! Obviously!

But there he was, looking at me again. HIs face was blank but his eyes were shining like little stars and I have to stop this is so ridiculous! He was just looking at me It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

Just then I saw Namjoon stand up from the corner of my eye and everyone turned to look at him.

“Alright, time to go guys.” His voice held authority as he spoke. Even though he wasn’t the oldest, he was their leader in every sense of the word. They respected him, listened to him. Even the rowdiest of them stopped goofing around when it was time to work. This included Jimin.

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and watched as he stood up, stretched, and then smiled at me. He had caught me staring, and this time I didn’t look away. Clearly there was something going on here whether I wanted to admIt it or not. And I didn’t, because it scared me. A lot. But I still didn’t look away.

I watched as he walked across the small room, and then out the door. I had just stood up and was about to start cleaning up some of the mess that was around the room when hIs head popped back in and he scanned the room for something and stopping when his eyes landed on me.

I froze as he smIled at me and said “I’ll be right back y/n.” And then he was gone agaIn.

What the heck? He had never done that before, so why did he do it just now? Had I Imagined that he saId it to me?

I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone else had seen It, but they were all busy doing other things. It had to have been to me, but I didn’t know why.

I tried to make the time pass quickly by doing random things. Throwing away trash, straightening pIllows, busy work. Only it wasn’t working. Instead it was just making me more aware of how slowly the time was passing.

I looked up at the clock to see that it had only been about five minutes. That gave me about ten more minutes before they finished their interview and performance. Which was way too long for me to sit still.

As I stood there watching the hands on the clock tick I decided I couldn’t just stand here. I would go crazy. With one more look around the room to make sure there wasn’t anything else to do I gestured to their manager to let him know I was goIng to step out for a minute before walking out into the hallway.

Immediately I was hit by the cool air and took In a deep breath, and started walking. I needed to clear my head before I saw Jimin again or I would do something dumb. Really really dumb. And I didn’t want him to think I was weird or crazy or something. Because I wasn’t. I was just boring.

So I wandered around, making sure to keep track of the different signs I passed so that I would be able to find my way back when it was time to go. And I made a point not to look at any of the clocks around me. I didn’t need to be reminded of how slow time seemed to be moving.

As I turned a corner and was met a dead end, I decided that I should head back. I didn’t know how long I had been walking around for but it felt like it had been a while.

With another deep breath, I turned around, only to smack into someone’s chest.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” The words flew from my mouth and then stopped all at once as I looked up. It was Jimin.

He had a somewhat surprised look on his face that was quickly replaced with a smile. It lit up his whole face and sent butterflies erupting in my stomach.

“That’s the second time you’ve fallen into my chest. You must really like me y/n-shI.” He chuckled and I could feel his body shake with it.

“Um, no. I mean, yes I lIke you but not lIke-” I was rushing my words and trying to figure out what to say when he cut me off leaning down, and kissing my cheek.

This stunned me to say the least. I completely froze as he looked down on me, a small smile on his face and his eyes scanning my face. I made myself take a small step back, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic in the small space we were in.

Had he really just done that? Park Jimin just kissed me. And all I could do was stare back at him with a dumb look on my face that was probably as red as the paint on the walls around us.

“What was that for?” I half whispered half mumbled, scared that if I saId it any louder my voice would crack.

“I wanted to do it. That’s what it was for. Because I like you y/n.” He gave me one of his crooked smiles before reaching out and grabbing my hand, interlacing our fingers together in between our bodies.

“Why me? I’m not your type at all Jimin.” I backed away again, but stopped when he tugged my hand slIghtly. “I’m awkward and shy and boring and you’re none of those things so I don’t know why-”

“You’re not boring y/n. At all. You’re sweet and kind and funny In your own way,” He ran his thumb along the back of my hand before continuing “like when you make faces at foods you don’t like or when you cross your eyes when someone says something dumb. I like those things about you.”

How had he noticed all of that? I didn’t even notice when I was doing those things half of the time. Had he been watching me when I wasn’t looking?

“Yeah, but those are boring things Jimin. Lots of people do them, not just me.” I finally looked up at him and was shocked to see him shaking his head at me.

“Not the way you do them. When you do it, it’s different. And I kind of want to be the one around you when you do them. Like all the time.” He gave me a shy smile, something I had only seen when I caught him staring at me. And then it clicked.

He had been staring at me. All of the time. That’s how he had noticed all those small things about me, I had just never realized it till right now.

“You’d be bored around me though Jimin.” I sighed, hoping he would gIve up but also hoping that he wouldn’t. Because the way he looked at me made me feel like maybe I wasn’t boring.

“I’m never bored around you y/n. If anything I have more fun when I know you are around and watching me. Because I know that you do watch me.” He winked at me as he said the last part, making me laugh. My hand coming up to cover my mouth but he caught it with his free hand.

“But you have to stop doing that. I like It when I make you laugh, it makes me really happy.” He smiled again and then was leaning in.

It took my brain a second to realize what he was doing, and then it was too late to back up as his lips met mine softly. Gently parting as he kissed me. It was quick and over far too soon but not too soon for me to notice that his lips were the softest thing I had ever felt in my life as he pulled away. That shy smile on his face again.

This time I didn’t cover up my smile, followed by a small laugh. Mostly because he was still l holding both of my hands in his, but also because I couldn’t help it. I had fought so hard to make sure this kind of thing didn’t happen for so long. And for what? I couldn’t even remember why. Because right now, I let myself want it. I let myself Imagine what it would be like to have this happen more than once. To happen lots of times. And it made me smile. Really smile at him.

“See! Your smile is so cute I love it!” Jimin laughed a big laugh, making hIs eyes close slightly while he pulled me in closer and dropped my hands. Then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. So tight it was kind of hard to breath but I didn’t mind it one bit. So I wrapped my arms around him as well, enjoying the way his muscles felt under my hands and how he smelled of his cologne and slightly like sweat and 100% like Jimin.

“Jimin-hyung! Where are you? It’s time to go home!” Both of us looked up at each other at the sound of Jungkook’s voIce. “Jimin!” He yelled again and we pulled apart, but he didn’t let go. Instead he slid his hand down my arm to find mine again. Interlacing our fingers together and pulling me behind him out into the hallway,

“Coming Kookie!” Jimin called and Jungkook looked at both of us, his gaze taking it’s time as it landed on our interlocked hands and then going wide. A smile spread across his face as we got closer.

“It’s about time Jimin-” Jungkook started to say something but Jimin poked him in the face, cutting him off.

“Didn’t you say it was time to go?” Jimin poked him again and then looked at me, giving me a wink and squeezing my hand in his.

I smiled at him, knowing what he was doing and feeling glad that he had done it. Maybe I was boring, but maybe that was okay. Because Jimin could be fun for both of us.

*Requested by unknownsecret123 :)*

People have always been critical about your relationship with Klaus. Most people weren’t, considering that this was the 21st century, but then, there was always that one douche bag that had to insult and criticize your relationship since it was interracial. Some people just couldn’t wrap their heads around how it was okay for interracial couples to be together.

“What is this, some type of pity relationship? Shouldn’t you be with someone your own shade!” someone exclaimed rudely, as you and Klaus walked hand in hand towards The Grill. You felt Klaus’ grip on your hand tighten up has he tried to keep himself from doing something drastic. You looked at him and bit your lip as he became more and more heated. He then turned around and grunted, walking to the guy who kept yelling insults. “Klaus, wait!” you said, rushing over to him.

“Are you crazy to be with someone like her?!–” the man exclaimed. “Someone like her? Someone like her? What the hell does that mean, someone like her?” Klaus asked angrily. The man gathered up his courage and got closer to Klaus, grunting. “Someone black.” he said. With those words, Klaus lost it, and punched the guy straight in the face. He yelled out in anger and continued.

“Y-you… you’re crazy man… psycho crazy, and crazy for loving…s-someone like her…” the guy said, disoriented and out of his state of mind. Klaus looked at the guy, and stared at him coldly. “I’m just going to leave you with a broken nose and busted face for the sake of not scaring anybody else here. But you mate, you’re the crazy one. Crazy for not understanding that love is love, regardless of who the hell is in the relationship. I’ll admit, Y/N can be a little much sometimes. A little cranky in the morning, or a little over dramatic sometimes, but then again so the hell am I. What I feel for Y/N is something that you’ll never feel for anyone or understand ever. Because that mate. That…” Klaus chuckled, bending down to the guy’s level. He looked at him seriously, staring into the guy’s eyes and into whatever he had of a soul. “Well, crazy or not, that kind of love never dies…” he said to the guy, then getting up and going to you, holding you protectively close before walking away.

France is so fucking racist. It has always been, but the wave of extreme islamophobia is frankly alarming. Muslims are vilified in every article. They are constantly put together with ISIS, even if it is Muslims that are the most killed by this organization.

Mosques are being closed “for propagating extremist ideologies”, but we have a christian party and a christian movement that made extremely racist and homophobic comments and went marching in the street spreading hate, and still got away with it. Their churches didn’t close because they were propagating extreme ideologies. The mere concept of a christian political party in a laic country is a joke. Imagine the uproar an islamic political party would cause here?

We have holidays based on christian events. A few days ago everything was closed because of The Assumption of Mary. Everything is closed on Sundays, too. We remember that we are supposed to be a state not based on any religion only when it’s about harassing women in hijab. Veiled women are depicted as radicalized people trying to convert our poor french citizens, when they are the most targeted and harassed persons in this country.

Our media only picks the information that could make non-muslim french the most afraid possible, and ignores the rest. Everybody is talking about what happened on that beach, that fight between corsicans and muslims, but no newspaper is talking about how corsicans did a raid in neighborhoods with a strong muslim community.

Even the most “open minded”, left wing newspapers keep telling how muslim women are victims of their religion, keep talking about islam when they don’t know anything about this religion. Nobody asked the opinion of the women who MADE THE CHOICE to be veiled. Everybody assumes they are enslaved and our women’s rights minister is leading a war against them.

And I am only talking about islamophobia right now. If you knew the number of blackfaces, white washing, racist insults and racial discrimination you have to go through on a daily basis when you’re not white in France. The situation here is crazy, and NO ONE is talking about it. White french people just pretend they don’t see what’s happening or dismiss the experiences of french people of color.
I am really ashamed of this country and I don’t see a bright future for it.