Summary: Draco decides to visit America before he gets married to Astoria Greengrass, fulfilling a pact his family has made with hers. It’s a last-minute trip he wants to take before he settles down to fulfill his duties as a Malfoy. Until he meets you, and you change his whole life.
Word Count: 3,073
A/N: Another daydream of mine with my beloved Draco. Hope you all enjoy!
Draco blinked and met his mother’s
Narcissa Malfoy gave him a
thin-lipped smile, embarrassment across her otherwise-stoic features. “Are you
with us, dear?”
Draco, in fact, wasn’t in the room.
His mind had been wandering ever since his father began to talk about business
and how he was seeking to invest his Galleons into worthy ideas. Nothing that
really interested Draco. His passion was found in cauldrons, steaming potions,
watching them change colors as Draco neared the discoveries of spells and
concoctions that would help the wizarding world throughout the planet.
Yet his parents weren’t so fond of
his chosen career path. They called it a hobby, didn’t acknowledge Draco’s
efficacity in it, and Lucius incessantly insisted that Draco meet with him
weekly to go over the family’s interests and what to do to bring even more
fortune to the Malfoy household.
The war had been unkind to his
family. Pureblooded thinking had been shunned and Lucius Malfoy had been forced
to swallow his pride and beliefs to keep going forward, to try to fix the
wrongs that had tarnished his household when he had chosen the wrong side.
An All-Inclusive Guide to Making Your First Year in Practice Not Suck As Much As Wayfaring’s
Hi there, just curious if you’d share what things you were looking for in your first job vs what things you value now, now that you’ve been working out there on your own. Anything that must be in the contract that wasn’t there before (or vice versa)? Tips for future graduating residents?
Yaaaaasssss so many advices. So many things. This ask has been in my inbox for months because I have too many things to say about it and I can’t seem to organize it properly.
Let’s break it down into 3 sections: 1) What I thought I wanted 2) What I needed and didn’t know to ask/look for 3) What I want now. Here goes.
What I thought I wanted:
super sweet signing bonus
loan repayment assistance
regular 40 hour work schedule
independence / autonomy in decisionmaking
ability to practice the way I was trained - with up to date guidelines and procedures and equipment
What I wanted and didn’t know to ask for:
Supportive colleagues - In your first year of practice out of residency you lose every ounce of confidence that you gained as a senior resident. You question minor decisions and are constantly afraid of killing people or being sued. It is extra hard to practice in a new town when your partners in practice are not supportive. Sometimes you need someone to lay a fresh set of eyes on a wonky EKG or a weird rash, you know? I didn’t have that option. It made me study harder and somewhat be more cautious and definitely more creative in my practice. But having a colleague to commiserate with at the end of the day or to consult on difficult cases would have been really nice. You don’t have to be BFFs with your colleagues, but they have to be people you can agree/get along with and trust to take care of your patients in your absence.
Friends - This sounds obvious, but I moved to a new town that literally has no people anywhere close to my age. Even having one person I knew and could confide in would have been wonderful. One person to go to a movie with or watch a football game with would have been a sanity saver for me. Find a place where you can find other people like you.
A reasonable amount of time off - I got less time off in my first job than I did as a resident. That was unacceptable to me. This would be fine if my practice didn’t act like they were going to go bankrupt if I took an unpaid day or even a half day to go to the doctor, but they did. You need a place where you can take one week off every 3-4 months if possible, even if all that time isn’t paid. Medicine is such a stressful job. Make sure they’re giving you rest time.
A non-toxic work environment - I knew going into my job that I was replacing a workaholic and that I was joining a workaholic. What I didn’t realize was that I was also expected to be a workaholic and anything less than killing myself was seen as laziness. Pay attention to the culture at your new job. Ask the docs what they do for fun or to relax and more importantly when the last time was they did that thing. If they don’t have any answers, they’re too busy.
Diversity. This may just be me, but I went into family medicine because I get bored easily. I need variety of patient types and disease types and socioeconomic groups and everything else. I realized quickly in my practice that most of my patients were privately insured elderly white people. As in, the most boring demographic for Wayfaring.
A Balanced schedule. I figured that when I joined a practice that had been established for 30 years that the workflow kinks would have been worked out and it would run like a well oiled machine. In reality I would have 8 physicals a day and 5 of my most complicated patients in hospital follow ups back to back, all scheduled for just 15 minutes. There has to be balance in the schedule. You have to be able to take a little extra time here and make it up elsewhere.
What I want now:
fair dolla$$$. In actuality, what’s fair is actually considerably more than what I was making in my first job. I was grossly underpaid, particularly considering this being a rural area where nobody wants to work (typically those jobs are paid much higher). It’s not about the bottom dollar value for me. It’s about compensating me in a way that is comparable to my peers.
Colleagues who can be both friends and mentors. See above.
Good benefits. Two years of no dental or vision sucks when your most expensive problems are dental and vision related. Life insurance and retirement plans aren’t something most 30 year olds think of, but they’re really important, and I didn’t have those to start with.
A flexible schedule. The whole world doesn’t need to fall apart if I need to switch my regular day off or if I need a half day to go to the doctor.
Administrative time. Preferably a full week day, but a half day is great too. I’m happy working 4 10 or 12 hour days a week to have one week day off to catch up on work I’m behind on or get my hair cut and get my taxes done and see my psychiatrist, you know?
Knowledgeable and helpful staff. I need staff who don’t perpetuate old wives’ tales and notions like “you need a zpack for that cold”. I need to work with people who will ask if they don’t understand something rather than just make something up and who can help me educate my patients. I need folks who are prompt and who can anticipate some needs.
To not be responsible for other peoples’ paychecks. In private practice, if I take time off or scale back, the practice loses money and thus our staff lose hours or money too. The staff in my first job were horribly underpaid and I don’t like the idea of the entire burden of the practice’s finances hanging on my shoulders. Sign me up for that hospital-owned practice, please.
To not have to turn patients away based on payer source. This is a national problem and is definitely not limited to my first job. But my first job wouldn’t let me take Medicaid patients at all. It made it completely impossible for me to build any sort of pediatric or OB practice in our town. I don’t like the idea of turning away a patient because their type of insurance doesn’t pay as well. I want to just treat patients and not have to worry about their payments. Hello, single payer healthcare system. Get on it! Obviously I will still have to worry about whether my patient can afford their meds or whether their insurance will cover their meds, but I won’t have to pick and choose what patients I accept based on their payer source.
To deliver quality, up to date care. To work with people who will back up my evidence-based decisions and not practice based on feelings and patient satisfaction. To work with people who will encourage me to learn more and do new things.
There you have it folks. A lil summary of what I want, what you might want, and what I’ve learned in these first (almost) 2 years of practice. Here’s to better future jobs for us all!
Aries mercury: subjective, hypothetical, intuitive, creative, rapid, motivating, obstinate, direct, impulsive, honest // impatient, not detail oriented enough, too impulsive, too honest, opinionated
‘The burning flames of their thoughts heated up the air surrounding them. It had to happen. Now. These words had power in the way they put them, in the way they spoke them with this strong certainty, even though you knew their decision was paired with a hint of light shallowness. Still, the flames grew with every piece of their mind that came to life.’
Taurus mercury: realistic, practical, consequent, slow and steady, deliberate, experience through senses // not adaptive, stubborn, not taking opportunities/ not risking to think about other possibilities
‘The most soothing voice is comforting you, a voice like the humming of Lorelei, the highest and purest form of sensation at the tip of her tounge and you listen to her for hours. She is true and real, she is slow but thinking through, you can see the glistening in her eyes as she laughs - remarking your great taste in music again.’
Gemini mercury: curious, flexible, unbiased, analytical, systematic, versaitile, quick witted, rather logical, impressionable // easily bored, playing mind games at times, really gossipy
‘Is this mind a blessing or a curse? All these worlds that are kept in their heads, all this information and lightning strikes connect them, sometimes shining bright when one thought travels to another country to visit the other side of the universe. They look up in the air and start brooding but laugh sooner or later afterwards - in the huge repertoir they found the clearest answer to the solution. Really, this mind is fascinating.’
Cancer mercury: nostalgic, subjective, emotional and empathetic, imaginative, intuitive, listeners, easily reads between the lines, helping/caring // too subjective, moody, avoid arguments to the point where it’s unhealthy
‘Hearing her speak is like reading an old novel, an old novel in an open bookshelf that you found near the street. You find old post carts and photos inside of it, people with painfully content faces, now vanished in the worn out process of floating time. Dreams that never got true, the laughing of a family sitting at the dining table, screaming at the moon and every other tear that was drowned in silence.’
Leo mercury: loud, dramatic, positiv, intuitive, clever, creativ, prideful, warm //stubborn, too prideful, intolerant to other ideas/believes, exaggerating
‘He does not plainly speak, he announces, every word is saturated with gold and preach his wisdom, for that he is sharing it with you out of a greater purpose. You will hear him sing and scream and they will laugh and eagerly listen to his stories, for he is known that he has the most exciting stories to tell. If he always sticks to the truth while telling you his glorious tales? Well, he has an creative mind, for sure.’
Virgo mercury: analytical, methodical, realistic and critical, objective, logical, detail oriented, foresighted, organizing/systematical, picky, adaptable // intolerant, to detail oriented, too critical and/or whiny/pessimistic
‘There was a hint of amusement in the eyes of the leutnant. He thought about all the ways he and his soldiers could go, all the failures that lay ahead and all the victories that were made for them. Nobody doubted his cool and clear way of thinking, everybody knew that deep inside of him, there was a complexity of thoughts, like a spider web made out of ice - careful, do not touch it, it’ll easily break if shaken too much, when the wind is blowing at night. But of course, the spider is clever enough to build a better, much stronger web each day.’
Libra: objective, fair, diplomatic,imaginative, indecisive, pleasing, easy going/charming, connective, creative/deep interest in culture // do not adapt very fast, too pleasing/ indecisive, lazy, need to learn how to disagree
‘People want to call them rather superficial, but I laugh at the thought, that people think badly about such a talent. The smoothest, finest words come out of their mouths, answers that combine the most complex and different opinions from both sides of the crowd. Their mind is a bridge, a gateway to another room, where mentally your senses are touched gently and comforting.’
Scorpio: secretive, sharp minded, investigative, deep, nag for superiority, analytical, instinctive, uncompromising and enigmatic, say what they think // the need to be always better, too secretive, interpreting wrong theories, skeptive and negative/pessimistic, say what they think
‘When he speaks it is like the venom of the snake, every little word he shares and scatters makes you eager for more, but still left with nothing relevant as he knows how to play with words. Strong words, the words of a wounded man who knows that there is more to the world as the facade it puts on every day. He knows where your dead bodies are burried.’
Sagittarius: humorous, subjective, open minded, far-sighted, considerate, positiv, honest, look at the bigger picture, philosphical // brutally honest/ rudeness, not detail oriented enough, judgemental, taking things not seriously, impatient
‘She is laying on an evergreen field in the prairie, with waterfalls that can be heard in the distance. A buzzard draws his circles up there in the sky and not a single cloud can be seen. She inhales and exhales the fresh, clean air. Thinking is freedom. And freedom is to think without limitations, in the most beautiful places that you can imagine.’
Capricorn: clever, clear, realistic, crytical/skeptical, practical, foresighted, sharp, concentrated, reasonable, methodical, cautious and carefully choosing words // pessimistic, too considerate about how they appear to others, moody, judgemental, at times impatient when people do not get their way of thinking
‘Sitting at the desk he releases his last words and formes them to letters that were written on the paper in front of him. Overthinking he scratches his head and bites his nails nervously. Usually his mind flows like a river but now a rainy day surprised him and he can’t see straight. As the clock strikes twelve, he stands up and opens the door behind him. A thousand eyes look up to him, eager to listen. He swallows and crumples the piece of paper into a ball. Now it’s his time to speak.’
Aquarius: analytical, impersonal, rapid, clear, objective, imaginative/visionary, open minded, quirky, far-sighted and observant //thinks they are superior to others/intimidating, stubborn, love stirring up a conversation to make it more interesting
‘At the highest form it is like a god-like creature speaks to you through his body. His ideas so revolutional, so dynamic, so clear, how couldn’t you see the solution before? It was right in front of your eyes. People will call him crazy, or they will call him a genius. Sadly, it’s not for him to decide.’
Pisces:poetic, empathetic, creative, romantic, sensitive, utopic, trusting, indirect and soft // too indirect, naive, moody, impractical/disorganized, lazy
‘The eyes mirror the words she says, like an elfen creature, she imagines her dreams of a rosy colored glass house, with the finest art in it: her ideal kind of living. Like a sponge she soakes up the vibes in the room, suddenly feeling so highly saddened as she realizes that he thinks, he will never reach his dreams. “But he is a work of the highest form of art himself, how can he not see the beauty I am allowed to see every day in front of my eyes?” - Oh, she will probably keep these words to herself.
summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance
a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!
Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.
The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.
You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.
You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.
You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.
Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.
You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.
It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.
“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’
back as he speaks to some new recruits.
“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”
“He… just reminds me of someone,
sometimes. The Commander.”
twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.
twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds
than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled
by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.
twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face,
not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.
I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises.
Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:
He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.
the prompt: When you have time, could I request a ghost!AU with Taehyung of BTS? Where you move into a new apartment but don’t know that it’s haunted. And ghost!Tae is so ready to scare you off by pulling some horrific haunting stunt, but wait, you’re actually really cute?? And nice?? Pretty soon, you discover his existence (which explains all the weird things that have happened), so he takes to teasing you from the shadows and making your life difficult and just generally being a loveable nuisance~ Humorous everyday scenarios between you two ensue… Possibly ending with a love confession from Tae?
category: fluff + comedy
author note: i researched poltergeists for this and it was really scary •_• also, i want ghost!taehyung to be my best friend. enjoy!
When you sleepily awoke late at night to the sound of a deep growl and exasperated shouts emitting from down the hall, you pieced together that Sam had finally located Dean and brought him back home. Whether it was willingly or not, you didn’t know just yet.
He had been out searching for your boyfriend for the past week while he made you sit in the bunker in your lonesome, refusing to let you hunt alone or join him on his travels as he repeatedly told you that Dean was dangerous at the moment, as if you didn’t understand.
You sat up slowly, holding the warm duvet around your body tightly as you eyed the door, second-guessing whether this was another one of your reoccurring nightmares or reality. However, when Sam’s resentful and deep voice bellowed his brother’s name heatedly, you shoved the covers away from your frame and jumped up from your bed, nevertheless.
You jogged down the lonely hallway, any traces of sleep rapidly erased by the time you reached the dungeon and knocked on the door, your hesitancy clear. “Sam?” Your voice was hushed and seemingly small as you asked for the younger Winchester through the silence on both sides, “What’s going on?”
The sound of said door unlocking from the other side rang through your ears and you subconsciously held your breath, anxious for what you were about to witness. You expected to come face to face with the two arguing brothers, jumping down each other’s throats for what had happened previously.
And you expected to see your boyfriend of three years who you hadn’t seen since he been deprived of existence by Metatron, and you did. However, things were different. Your eyes instantly landed on Dean, who was heavily roped to a chair smack bang in the middle of a blood red devil’s trap and a cocky, sardonic smirk written on his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from drawing in a sharp breath, your body freezing as you stared into his cold, desolate, void eyes.
“And here come’s the useless one, (Y/N)! Nice of you to join the party,” He let out a snarl, leaning forward in his seat as the harsh glare in his eyes bore into yours and you had to avert your teary ones away, your heart thumping tremendously loudly in your chest at the scene.
Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:
I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m
There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never
And you know this
Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going,
TJLC fans created something out of nothing.
Even if that is that
case, why do you care?
Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though
series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a
sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.
Steven brought it up,
not us. Also, even if the series is
over, that doesn’t mean it’s over. They’ve
repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December
2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.
My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty
minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little
effort to maintain.
This is a lie.
“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way
comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the
Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people
didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because
it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was
directly quoting a series 4 episode.
Except most of us did
recognize this? What about your dancing
man code reference to Unto the Breach?
Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their
need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to
see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t
even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock
Whichever, why do you
care? Why would it be funny to you?
Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com
wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the
existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.
The lost special site
was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.
Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos
out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me
down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the
look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of
laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.
So the meanings we
found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything
else were all coincidences?
What do we say about
40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the
website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random.
Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it
into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and
had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that
one too much.) So I used that info
because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the
universe is often lazy.
“They were chosen at
random.” “The universe is rarely so
When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the
website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they
became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five
meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.
Yet you did the whole
thing in 20 minutes.
The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static
from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.
We know, 28 days
later. With Moriarty loaded in. Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.
The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I
got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo
was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the
colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I
left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those,
since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.
”That’s it. I didn’t
change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the
photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”
I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black
one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black
photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the
account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a
hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it
matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.
Then accept all our
MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous
Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.
(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in
DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO
SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.
There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I
used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for
more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no
For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much
time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few
letters, throwing a message into the source coding, and uploading the new website photo of John
and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and
keeping it private takes one minute.
photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more. Even searching for the first image you found
would have taken time.
Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do
this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all
did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into
something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own
narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a
fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and
allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues
where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where
you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.
Well all I get from
this is that we’re smarter than you are.
Learn from this.
Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can
see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that
doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.
Seriously? “Trust yourself when you can see that
something isn’t real or likely.”
Instincts are to be
Also, my instincts
have gotten me into a pretty good place.
I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is
fucky. We’ve seen this episode before.
A few final notes:
“And in conclusion
*jerk off motion*
I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people
attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel.
If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t
worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’
You cared enough to
I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on
Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue
until they get bored, too.
Read: I can’t say why
everything else is fucky too. Must be
more people like me.
The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is
twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but
I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would
post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.)
As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed
some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went
wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.
Then accept my follow
request. Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I
need to follow you to learn your secrets.
I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone
else did that, I don’t know who.
Nobody asked. Actually, I didn’t even know there was an
instragram account. Did anyone else
And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle
game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and
fandom “fucky” business.
Well, since you
brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living
posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too?
Wow. In charge of a scam
website. Oh, you don’t know about
that? Then why put it in there? Why, John?
Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.
Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.
i was very emotional in making this and i tried to capture the overwhelming emotion in this through my writing, so here’s a nice fluffy one shot ;)
summary: the most important 7 seconds of dan’s life caught on camera
warning: g forgay, feels, maybe improper tenses as i usually write past tense and might have messed up whoops
word count: 1,446
Sometimes people ask me if it’s weird to have so much of my life on the internet for everybody to see. I always say that I don’t mind, as some of my happiest moments have been documented for the internet to see, and I wouldn’t want to ever lose those moments. The internet has done so much for me, it’s only fair that I let people see into my glamorous life for a few minutes. Everybody eats the answer up, and, while it’s mostly true, that isn’t the reason that I don’t mind.
okay so it’s time to talk about a pet peeve of mine, again!!
With the advent of digital art–2d, 3d, electronic music, whatever–you see a lot of people talking about how it’s “objectively” “worse” than traditional art. It’s “soulless”, or “boring”, or “doesn’t require skill”, or any number of other things. I think this is probably partially a response to how accessibledigital skillsets are. It’s easier to buy a cheap-ass program that makes violin sounds than it is to get a violin and pay for lessons. So there might be more hopeful beginners in the digital realm right off the bat–that’s one thing. But that said, I think it’s a total misconception that getting good at digital art doesn’t require any skill, or that it doesn’t require much the same skillset as traditional art.
For example: painting on canvas with oil taught me skills I could apply digitally, and vice versa. I’m no musician, but it seems obvious to me that most electronic musicians probably have a grounding in music theory and a great familiarity with their tool of choice. We all need that before we start pushing boundaries.
Which leads me to my next thought! Digital art is often more convenient, less messy, and overall requires less upkeep in the way of tools (I think? I mean, I don’t know how ‘A new tablet every 5-8 years’ compares to ‘oh no I’m out of Carnelian Red AGAIN’). So it does have perks! Certain things are easier. But I don’t see this making artists lazy–on the contrary, when something basic becomes easier, the next step always seems to be “how can we use this leg up to push the boundaries of what we make?”
BUT in my opinion, even if someone isn’t doing everything in their power to Advance the Medium–if they’re just using the convenience of digital art to make better-looking art faster–why in the hell should that make their art “objectively” “worse”? It’s admirable to put effort into something, certainly, but that’s not the be-all end-all of something’s worth. Be it beautiful or thought-provoking or emotionally resonant or cathartic or just fun or cute, whatever the goal was, whatever the response it got from you–that’s the important thing.
And just because you don’t understand how a simple-looking thing was made does not mean it was easy to put together.
Summary: (Previously posted under @suganeedsanap) When you fell in love with Kim Taehyung, it was as sweet as cake and bitter as beer. He made your heart swell, but others disapproved. Those days are over, but memories still linger. Maybe this bachelorette party will help ease your mind. Besides, You’ll be Ms. Jimin Park. But why aren’t you happy?
Warnings: Alcohol Use
Word count: 4,024
Written by: Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This is a story I’m moving from my main blog to here. I’m having a hard time finding worth in my work so this is an exercise of me looking at my past work and appreciating my writing. I hope you guys enjoy this story. This is one of my babies.
Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.
I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)
i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂 shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨
“Y-Yes?” he stammers.
“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”
A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.
the prompts: (1) whenever I think of joshua i get this “boy next door” feel. but maybe have it where
joshua or the reader has just moved to the neighborhood and the reader hears joshua play the guitar near his bedroom window and he starts to notice her and play songs that convey his feelings for her. (2) personally i would love a joshua scenario with a flirty josh and oblivious reader cuz!!!! why not!!!
author note: he’s not that flirty in this like maybe a subtle flirt. anyway this is for my older sister, for her graduation gift. I’m proud of you, you loser, and I hope you like this scenario. (good luck choosing between joshua and yuta now muahaha)
When you and your family moved into that ugly green two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, you assumed there would be no one your age to hang out with. It was the summer after you graduated high school, and you were pleased to spend it leisurely, doing nothing but catching up on the latest Netflix series available. You would start working as soon as the summer was over, and so your goal was to spend as much time as you could enjoying being lazy.
The bedroom you chose was at the end of the hall on the second floor, far away from your parents’ room. There, you could watch Netflix on your laptop day after day, without a care in the world at who was outside (or inside) of your house.
Your mother was sociable, and always on the prowl for new friends she could chat with. That’s how she found Mrs. Hong, who conveniently lived next door along with her son, Joshua.
To say Joshua Hong was cute would have to be the understatement of the century, since he was downright princely in every sense of the word. Luckily, his bedroom seemed to be right across the yard from yours, so you were able to see him from time to time whenever he opened his curtains. He never seemed to notice you when he sat on his window seat to play his guitar. Sometimes, he would crack open his window and you could hear the experimental twang of the strings as he learned new melodies and songs. That wasn’t very often, though.
Usually, Joshua had friends over, and they would play in the in-ground pool in his backyard. You found out he had handsome friends too, and lots of them. Sometimes they picked him up in a beaten up old van. It obviously didn’t fit thirteen boys, so you always watched in amusement as Joshua would squish into the trunk with a few other boys. They were a wild bunch, and loud. They were the soul reason you bought noise-canceling headphones.
Some days, when you didn’t feel like Netflix or the internet, you would watch Joshua and his friends hang out, since it was rather comical to see them playing around. Especially when they had sleepovers at Joshua’s place. Apparently they were fans of truth or dare, unless Joshua really did have a boyfriend named Yoon Jeonghan, as he had shouted out for the neighborhood to hear one night. That was the first time you ever heard him speak, funnily enough. His voice was soft.
Soon, Netflix became boring to you as July found it’s way into the year. You found yourself at your window seat more often than not, watching Joshua as he fiddled with his guitar. He was quieter alone, away from the the hustle and bustle that his friends offered. With his and your windows cracked open, you could hear his gentle voice as he sang a familiar song. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop as you leaned against the window pane. Joshua’s soft voice sang you to sleep that night.
“She is the sweetest thing that I know…“ Joshua sang, ”you should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every—dang it!”
He exhaled in frustration as he once again messed up the simplest of chords. Where there was a D, he had played a C. He had never messed up something like guitar chords. He could play a song by ear if he wanted to, as he had been playing since he was in middle school.
He blamed you. Ever since you had moved in a few months ago and he saw you going out to collect mail, his mind hadn’t been the same. He found it cute how you would give the mailman a wide smile whenever he brought a package for you. Often times he didn’t even have to wonder very long what it was that you were so happy to receive, as you would open the package right there in the front yard. He got to see your interests, which mostly consisted of miscellaneous fandom merch or something even stranger like a box of food from who knows where. Although once, you received a tin of cookies and Joshua had considered introducing himself right there just to take a few of those chocolate chip treats home with him.
The point was, Joshua found you rather interesting and pretty, but he was too shy to actually strike up a conversation with you. His mother told him a lot about you, because according to your mother you were always watching Netflix shows or making strange conditions in the kitchen.
Joshua had the developing desire to keep learning about you. He wanted to know more about you, outside of your mother’s opinions and his observant assumptions. However, he wasn’t very outspoken when it came to girls. In fact, he barely even talked to them in high school. Even now, in college as a struggling music major, he didn’t really talk to girls. He was too shy and uninterested. He had his entire life to find someone that made his heart race. For now, he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Your moving right across from him sort of wrecked that plan, however, as now he found his heart racing every time he saw you outside.
As he repositioned his fingers to play the song again, he glanced out the window, towards your house. His curiosity for you was quenched when he realized your window was right across from him, and you were sleeping against the partly-open windowpane. He quirked a smile at your sleeping form.
Had you heard him singing? The thought flustered him, as he wasn’t sure he sounded good. Sometimes he just fooled around on his instrument, and it probably sounded stupid. He wondered how many times you had heard him singing his heart out to Ed Sheeran songs. Then, he cringed as he remembered his favorite activity to do when he felt bored was to freestyle his own raps for whatever reason. Perhaps you would find them funny. That would be a plus, right?
Whatever you had heard, Joshua was going to make sure you heard only the best songs from him. From then on, he kept a mental note that you could be listening to his songs.
You were awoken bright and early the next morning, to the usual legion of boys shouting and yelling.
Did they not know it was morning?
Splashing was quickly heard along with loud voices, so you sat up begrudgingly and looked at your phone. You groaned, Who went swimming at the crack of dawn, anyway?
They were disrupting your precious sleep, and so it was only logical that you would disrupt their precious fun. As desperate times call for desperate measures, you got out of your bed and grabbed the Nerf gun that lay in the messy underside of your bed. After finding a spare dart laying around, you crept over to your window seat and hid behind the decorative throw pillows you had set on the cushions. You pushed open your window and aimed for the first boy you saw near the pool: a tall, dark boy busy slathering sunscreen on his shoulders. You pulled the trigger and grinned as your target met it’s mark.
“Ow! Wh—” he turned around quickly, and locked eyes with you.
You squealed in alarm and ducked behind your cushions.
“Joshua! Your neighbor just shot me with a Nerf gun!”
You peaked your head over your throw pillow and watched as Joshua pushed himself out of his pool and walked closer to your house, his brows furrowed as he looked at your window. Then, he opened his mouth without a sort of Aha! expression. “It’s really early. My mom told me her parents were on a trip so I just assumed she was with them. We should keep quiet.”
You sighed in relief as all the boys seemingly agreed and got out to get some sun instead.
If you were honest, you might have watched the shirtless boys tan for just a bit longer before returning to your bed.
”Cause I know that I let you down, but is it to late to say I’m sorry now?“ Joshua strummed his guitar rather recklessly to the Justin Bieber song.
His thoughts were that if he couldn’t speak to you, then he could very well sing to you. At least from his bedroom. He still felt guilty for waking you up on a Saturday at six in the morning. So he thought of the only semi-apologetic song he knew the chords to. If that was Justin Bieber, it would have to do.
He could see you even now, with your head against the windowpane, listening to him. You seemed to be listening casually as you scrolled on your phone, occasionally stopping to double-tap. When he stopped singing and playing, he chuckled softly because you had peeked up and looked over to his window, wondering why his voice had cut off abruptly. He quickly put his head down and waited until you went back to your phone before he looked at you again.
Was there a sort of unspoken communication between you two? He would sing and you would just listen along?
Joshua bit his lip in thought as he mindlessly strummed random chords. Maybe he could sing for you every night.
Before he could begin another song, his mother called him to help her make dinner.
He went downstairs into the kitchen, where his mother was busy tossing a salad. “Can you cook and cut the chicken for me?”
“Of course,” Joshua said, moving over to the fridge to grab the chicken.
“What happened this morning?” Mrs. Hong asked as they both worked together. “I was drinking my morning coffee, listening to you guys play in the pool and then all of a sudden all the noise just stopped.”
“Oh, well apparently Y/n didn’t go with her parents on that trip, and we woke her up. She shot Mingyu with a Nerf gun to let us know that we were being too loud.”
Mrs. Hong giggled and shook her head fondly. “Maybe you should invite her over. She might be lonely during dinner.”
Joshua groaned and turned to narrow his eyes at his mother, “Are you trying to set me up?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Mrs. Hong shrugged her shoulders coyly, “but it would be nice for her to come over and you two to meet properly.”
“I don’t know…” Joshua mumbled, his ears turning pink at the thought that his mom might embarrass him before he got to even properly talk with you.
Mrs. Hong rolled her eyes. “I won’t bring out the baby pictures, just go and invite her over before she starts microwaving pizza pockets or something.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Joshua sighed, making his way out the back door.
The walk from his house to yours felt rather slow for him. Especially since his legs seemed like lead, and his feet were dragging with anxiety as he thought of seeing you face to face.
He stood in front of your pea-green home and lifted his fist, knocking on the creaky screen door.
He heard quick footsteps from inside, and then the door was swung open. It was you, with a bright smile on your face until you saw him. Your smile quickly turned down in disappointment. “Oh. I thought you were the delivery man with my clothes.”
Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Ah… Sorry. I’m Joshua Hong from next door.”
“I know who you are,” you said sweetly. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”
“Yeah. Um, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us? Since your parents are out and everything.”
“Oh!” You looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m going out on a date with this guy from the mall. I don’t have his number to cancel or anything.”
“Don’t cancel!” Joshua said hastily, ignoring the frantic and nervous beating of his heart as he thought of you going on a date with someone else. “If you’re going on a date then go! Have fun,” he laughed awkwardly and turned on his heel, marching down the stairs towards his home.
He walked into the kitchen, his stomach turning as he saw his mother’s hopefully face. “Is she coming?”
“No,” Joshua sighed, going to take the chicken out of the oven. “She has a date.”
The two of them agreed not to talk about you any longer, as Mrs. Hong could sense the melancholic tone in her son’s voice. He was a bit hurt, but he wouldn’t mention it as he sat down to eat with his mother.
The two of them sat down and prayed before digging into their light dinner, easy conversation distracting Joshua from his worry about where you might be going and what you might be doing on your date.
The loud honking of a car suddenly jolted the two. Poor Joshua had been drinking water as it happened, and so he accidentally spilt some of it down his thin t-shirt.
“Go see what that is,” Mrs. Hong told him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry that there might’ve been an accident in their neighborhood.
Joshua obeyed and walked over to the window over the sink, dabbing his shirt with a paper towel as he did so. He peered out the window to see a sleek black car in your yard, honking. Suddenly your door opened and you came outside, your hair flying behind you as you ran over to the car.
“It’s her date,” Joshua informed his mom, “He didn’t even ring the doorbell.”
Mrs. Hong rushed over and tutted, shaking her head. “Where’d she pick him up?”
“The mall,” Joshua said spitefully. “What guy picks up girls at the mall anyway?”
Mrs. Hong patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go call it a night?”
“M'kay,” Joshua said softly. “Thanks Mom.”
You returned home later and tossed your bag onto your bed. You plopped into your window seat and sighed. Your date had been a jerk, and after flirting with the waitress, he had made you pay for the entire meal (which wasn’t any MacDonald’s by the way). After that, he tried to initiate a make out session in the front seat of his car, to which you politely declined.
You opened your window slightly, hoping to hear some of Joshua’s singing. You wished you had just stood the jerk up and stayed with Joshua and his mom. You were sure that dinner would’ve reaped more benefits than the one you had been on.
You heard the sweet melodies of a Shawn Mendes song, followed by Joshua’s soft voice. ”‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman…“
You suddenly looked up and met Joshua’s gaze for a second before he finally looked away, still singing.
Had he played that song for you? Did he know that it was a botched date or was the song just a coincidence?
Either way, you grabbed a blanket and curled up in your window seat, letting Joshua’s voice lull you to sleep.
The next few weeks were rather quiet, save for Joshua’s nightly songs. Each night was a different love song, and you liked to listen to them as you feel asleep, imagining he was singing to you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t ever talked, but the words were nothing more than greetings from him, and occasionally his friends, when they saw you outside.
Your parents had returned, yet they were still put most of the time, working. You spent the morning cleaning up the house, and had finished well before noon. Out of boredom, you decided to make cookies.
After a few hours, you were surrounded by cookies and cookie dough, your music blaring loudly with whatever random Spotify playlist you had chosen. In your excitement, you hadn’t realized that you had made literally fifteen dozen chocolate chip cookies, and there was no way to eat them all.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling and hollering outside. The boys! You could give them each a dozen to take home and you’d still have two dozen left.
With that decided, you put the cookies in individual ziplock bags and stuffed them all in one of your mother’s oversized grocery bags. You turned off your phone and pocketed it before leaving the house.
The boys were all near the pool again, as they had been since the early morning when you started your chores. With a few steps, you were outside the pool gate, opening the latch and letting yourself into what looked to be an intense chicken-fight competition. There were nine boys standing at the pool edge with their backs to you. They hadn’t noticed your presence, as they were too busy cheering on the four boys in the pool. You snuck beside one of them to see Joshua sitting on the shoulders of the boy you had shot with a Nerf gun just a couple of month ago. His hands were linked with another boy’s, and they both were straining to push the other off.
In the excitement of the other boys’ cheering, you played along. “Go Joshua! Take him down!”
Joshua froze at your voice, allowing the other boy to shove him into the water. Each of the boys turned to look at you, and the one in the pool was the first to speak, “It’s Nerf girl!”
Joshua resurfaced and pushed his bangs off his forehead. “Y/n?”
“Hi, Joshua,” you said with an awkward wave.
The boy you had shot spoke again, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of the punishment, Shua. Jeonghan won so he gets to flick your forehead.”
All of the boys agreed, and so Joshua and the other three boys pushed themselves out of the pool. Joshua walked over to the towels and quickly wrapped one around his shoulders before making his way towards you. “What are you doing here?”
You shrugged and held up the bag. “I made too many cookie so I thought I would share. There’s a bag for each of you.”
Suddenly, Joshua’s punishment was forgotten as each of the boys scrambled to get their bag of cookies. They each thanked you, but you could hardly reply after seeing their handsome faces up close. When there was only one bag left, you pulled it out and handed it to Joshua with a soft smile. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Y/n.” Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Do you want to come swimming?”
The thought of Joshua seeing you in your swimsuit made you blush, but it was hot outside and you were bored. “Sure. Let me go get my swimsuit.”
Joshua thought his ears were going to absolutely burn from the heat that crept up them. Your bathing suit made you look even more stunning, and Joshua was finding it hard not to stare as you smiled and laughed with the other boys. Everyone was taking a break to eat their cookies, which were no longer separated by dozens, but instead passed around and mixed up until nearly all of them were gone by you and the thirteen hungry boys.
“So, what’s it like living next to our Joshua?” Jeonghan asked you with a smirk as he leaned back into the lawn chair.
Joshua groaned, a cookie in his hand. “Guys… don’t bother her.”
“It’s okay,” you answered Jeonghan, ignoring Joshua’s pleas. “When you guys aren’t waking me up, that is. Actually, when you guys aren’t over at all, it’s quite pleasant.”
Jeonghan rose his eyebrows, “Hear that, Shua? She likes it when you’re the only one home.”
“That’s not what she meant—” Joshua started, but he was quickly cut off by all the boys’ suggestive cooing.
“Leave him alone,” you said, your own cheeks aflame.
Joshua found it endearing that you were sticking up for him. In fact, as the day progressed, and he talked more with you, he felt absolutely enamored with you to the point where he wasn’t sure he could hold it in any longer.
After you showered and cleansed all of the chlorine off of your body, you made your way to the window seat. As you dried your hair with a towel, you listened for Joshua’s song through your cracked window, ”Leave this blue neighborhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh, and it drives me wild. ‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, it drives me wild. You’re driving me wild, wild, wild…“
The thought that he could be singing to you crossed your mind yet again, and before you could stop yourself, you pushed open your window and hung your head out. "Hey, Joshua!”
Having been staring at his guitar, he jumped when you called his name. The song stopped abruptly, and Joshua turned to see your head out of your window. “Yeah?”
You sent him a smile, “Can I ask you something?”
Joshua opened his own window all the way so he could hear you better. As he retuned his guitar to keep his nervous fingers occupied, he replied, “Shoot.”
“Are you playing those songs for me, or is it just a coincidence?”
Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized that you had caught on to his act. He cleared his throat, “A–Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”
As he played his new song, he heard your laugh as it echoed across the way. “Joshua, stop! I wanna talk to you!”
Reluctantly, Joshua did stop. “Yeah. Okay, well, I guess I like you but I didn’t actually know how to convey it. I was sort of hoping my songs would charm you into liking me too.”
You smiled brightly, “Oh, they did. Especially those freestyle raps you sang about how much you wanted tacos.”
Joshua laughed nervously. “You heard that?”
“Yeah,” you answered, “It was cute, though.”
Joshua stared at your confident smile for another moment before biting his lip. “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“I would love to, as long as you’ll keep singing for me. I expect a rap about how much you enjoyed our date as well.”
“You got it,” Joshua said. “Any requests before I head in for the night?”
You hummed in thought before replying, “How about Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis?”
Joshua’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh. That’s a good one. Okay. Right. Cool. Let’s go.”
He began to sing, and once again you curled into your window seat, listening to his soft voice conveying not only your feelings, but his own as well.
for this college boyfriend!jihoon request. i love you
okay so i originally really wanted to do campus dj!woozi because i’ve had this same idea for another boy for about a year but i had hit a rut and i really didn’t know where to go with it until i saw the gifs of woozi at the piano and so piano prodigy!woozi popped into my head and i had a hannah montana moment,,, who said you can’t have the best of both worlds,,
genre: smut + a little fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
a/n: there’s very very verrrry slight dubcon, but in the end it’s consenting by both parties. just in case that isn’t your cup of tea, but i promise it’s as minimal as possible. trust me.
I bet everybody in the Yuri on Ice fandom already knows braveten.
She’s only seventeen, but three of her works are already part of the top twenty
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