i hope they make a sequel

mimisari234  asked:

OH MY GOD BABY DRABBLE okay, okay, what about 2 & 6 w Kylo?! 😆

Haha, yes! I hope you don’t mind, I decided to make this a sequel to the triplets drabble I did for @crylorenlo a little while back. Hope you like it!

Modern AU Triplet Kylo +  “Why is it making that face?” +  “Don’t you want to hold her/him?”


Matt and Ben walked into the living room of (Y/N) and Kylo’s apartment instantly setting out in search of their brother. Ben peered into the kitchen with furrowed brows.

“Kylo?”

“In here!”

Matt and Ben followed the origin of the voice to a room off to the side. Sure enough with a few strides they found themselves in the nursery Kylo and (Y/N) had made for their new twins. Kylo stood beside the crib adjusting the two little bundles in his arms as they cooed in response, their eyes wildly roaming the room as if they had never seen it before. Hearing the set of footsteps Kylo looked up from the twins.

“Hey.”

Ben gave him a nod as Matt beamed at the sight of the two little beings squirming in Kylo’s arms.

“Hey. You called?”

Kylo nodded as he adjusted the twin in his left arm, “Yeah (Y/N)’s out for the day, so I thought I could have you guys over for once.”

Ben groaned, “You called us over here for baby duty didn’t you?”

Matt instantly walked over to Kylo, almost too eager to hold one of the little bundles. Preferrably his niece who seemed the most enamored by Matt, or rather his large glasses.

“I’m fine with that.”

Kylo smiled as he carefully handed his daughter over to Matt, already knowing how eager his brother was to hold her.

“I got a new gaming system also so we could do that after I give you a tour.”

Ben crossed his arms with a slight huff as Matt turned to him with a grin on his face, his tiny niece reaching forward to grab tiny fistfuls of his shirt. 

“I guess.”

Kylo walked closer to his brothers, his son still craddled close to him in the right arm, gesturing with his free hand to the room they were in.

“This is obviously the nursery.”

Matt nodded as his eyes searched the room, “It’s nice…cute. Did (Y/N) decorate it?”

“Of course she did, that’s how it ended up cute.”

Ben snorted faintly, “Thank gaud she did.”

Kylo nodded as he walked past his brothers, continuing his tour of the apartment with the litte bundle still in his arms. Stopping in the living room Kylo sighed, adjusting his son so that his head laid on his chest.

“And that’s it.”

Ben nodded in approval, “Great, what games have you got for us?”

Kylo sighed as he pointed to the entertainment system a few feet before them, “Feel free to go through them.”

Just as Ben was about to move he suddenly stopped, doing a double take to the infant in Kylo’s arms. His tiny face seemed to be “scrunched” in displeasure.

“Kylo. Why is it making that face?”

Kylo’s brows furrowed as he pulled the infant away from him for a moment, observing his face. His brows raised slightly as his lips parted.

“Oh, I thought (Y/N) took care of that.”

“What?”

“He needs to be changed.”

Matt suddenly paused where he stood, looking to his niece with hesitation as she had a very similar expression on her face.

“Make that two.”

Walking back towards the nursery Kylo ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, “Ok I’ll take care of it.”

“Do you need help?”

Kylo hesitated, looking between the infants and his brothers. Suddenly he moved towards Ben, handing him his nephew.

“Yeah just hold him while I get everything.”

Ben’s face scrunched up much like the infants in disgust, “Why do I have to hold them?”

Kylo rolled his eyes, “Just for a minute, I can’t get everything I need and hold both of them.”

Matt smiled at Ben as he nudged his head towards the infant, “Don’t you want to hold him?”

“Not really.”

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Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

It’s Always Been So It’s No Surprise

Prompt: dan calling phil daddy in bed for the first time and phil thinks its a joke so he laughs and mocks him and dan feelings rly insecure and upset but not wanting to tell phil so he lets him mock him and ends up crying and comfort

Author’s note: I really liked this prompt lmao… I might even make another prompt I have in my inbox into a loose sequel to this. Maybe. Annnndd another title that has absolutely nothing to do with the fic. I hope you guys like it! <3 (1.1k words) 

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Stephen finally putting on the watch that Christine gave him, while standing in front of the window of the Sanctum.  The watch’s face is still cracked, a thousand facets of brokenness in clear focus.  Next to the watch’s face, his scarred and mangled hand.  He’s accepting his current state, even though it is imperfect, broken, scarred.  He could have chosen to go back, to undo the damage that he caused, both to himself and to those who love him.  But instead, he chooses the Universe.  Finally, he makes the most selfless decision he could ever make.  Maybe now, he can truly heal himself.

HUGE HAUL OF NEW PIDGANCE FANFICS IS AVAILABLE NOW

So I just got done with my first wave of new fanfic stories that I’ll be uploading onto my Fanfiction.net profile and the first wave consists of nothing but Pidgance fanfiction. I would like to dedicate all of these new stories to @the-vegetarian-artist who was getting shit for shipping this amazing ship. 

Because of her I was able to get back my creative drive for this ship and I winded up making a huge ass haul of new cliche cute fluffy stories that I have no regrets creating whatsoever! 

So here are the titles and the links for those of you who want to read them: 

  1. Cute Small Feet 
  2. Keeping Her Company 
  3. Just a Friend
  4. My Hero 
  5. Nice Going Romeo 
  6. A Moment on the Ferris Wheel 
  7. Four Little Words (Prequel to Beautiful Bride)  
  8. Beautiful Bride (Sequel to Four Little Words) 
  9. Follow My Lead  
  10. You’re On 
  11. On This Lovely Bella Notte 
  12. Scaredy Cat 

I really hope that you guys leave a review after you’re done reading and that you’ll enjoy my new stories. Looking forward to getting started on my next wave of new fanfiction. 

(Thanks for not removing anything from this post. You’re great) 

I really hope I’m not overstepping here, but the Ghostbusters ship disagreements made me realize something tonight. 

We can all argue over which ship is the best and which is the most canon, but when it comes right down to it, this movie was just so gay that we all saw different ships. And all these ships have enough evidence that honestly if a sequel were to happen any of these ships could become canon and it wouldn’t feel forced or out of the blue. And I think it’s just so cool that we got a movie with such strong leading ladies and where you can ship any of them and it just works.

Ship who you want (personally I think they’re all valid and even though I ship one more than others I also wish that we could just accept all of them without argument), but let’s also appreciate just how blatantly gay this movie was.

(This is just my opinion. If you disagree, and it’s totally fine with me if you do cause I get that this is a heated topic, be kind about it?)

Chance - Zen x Reader

Request from anon.  “ omg hi can i request like a rly angsty zen story pls i’m addicted to pain (like jealousy or first fight or a huge argument pls) tysmm”

Word Count: 2483

Trigger Warnings: Really big argument, yelling

Genre: angst angst angst 

A/N: I love angst so much. This is gonna have at least one sequel. I get carried away with angst, it would have been too long. I’m like I want a good ending but like after a while so I’ll make this a multi-part fic! Or unless you want it to end on a bad note. Please request that if you do.

Also, huge shoutout to @all-mystic-messenger​ for helping me with the idea and being really supportive. I hope the anon likes this!


It happened again. Like every time you ever go out and try to have a nice time, it happened again. You were getting tired of the same sight flashing before your eyes, getting repeated as if you lived in a loop. What was more tiring was that he couldn’t even tell.

When you had first met Zen, he was a small actor who basically took up a job that would pay rent. His career was progressing, but very slowly. However, somehow, in the time you knew him, his career completely flourished and now he was a rising star.

Of course, you were happy for him. When he met you he could only worry about finance and building his career. Now that his career skyrocketed he could start taking the project he wanted to do, he could enjoy acting. You couldn’t be happier for him, but with more fame comes more fans. More female fans. More beautiful female fans. Every one of them would leap at the opportunity to be his, and they threw nothing but hate at you. You were the girl who was in the spot that everyone wanted to be.

And just like every other night where you tried to go out and have a nice time, one or two of his fans would be there and completely ruin your night. What hurt was that Zen would just let them.

“Zen, won’t you tell us about your new role?” one girl said, batting her eyelashes over her deep blue eyes. Her eyes were wider than your, brighter than your, prettier than yours. “We’re absolutely dying to know!”

Zen just chuckled, as if it was just okay for these girls to steal your night. “I’m sorry girls, I really can’t tell you. I promise you you’ll find out soon,” he said with a wink. Something he would casually flash at you after a compliment that made your heart melt. He used it to make their hearts melt.

“What about your costume for the role?” her friend said, as she pushed a lock of her flowing auburn hair behind her ear. Her hair was shinier than yours, silkier than yours, prettier than yours. “I heard they’re dressing you in navy blue, how gorgeous you would look in navy blue!”

“Well, I must say, it is quite a sight on me,” he casually complimented himself. His eyes were devoted to these strangers, when they were supposed to be devoted to yours.

“I wish I could look nice in navy blue like you would, it’s such a nice color,” the first girl said. You knew the game she was playing. She knew that you knew. “But I can’t suit any colors, I’m hopeless.”

You’d think a professional actor could look through her false sigh. He just smiled through it. “I’m sure you’d look beautiful in any color.”

And that was the last straw for you. Every part of your heart broke. You dropped the menu you were pretending to look and and quickly paced out the door. Zen looked over at you, puzzled at why you were leaving. The two girls tried to continue conversation, and boy was it a chore for Zen to try to escape the two of them.


When Zen had finally returned to your shared apartment, almost an hour later, you were on the couch with tears rolling down your face uncontrollably. Your heels were kicked off, your once nicely done hair was falling apart, your makeup was smeared all over your face by your tears and dripping onto your dress. They also covered your hands when you attempted to wipe away the tears that kept flooding. You decided that it was useless, and you just let them drown. (A/N: If you get that reference I love you.)

“What’s wrong?” Zen’s voice was filled with concern. You didn’t even notice him standing at the door. He tried to reach for you on the couch but you simply jerked away. You couldn’t try to pretend that he didn’t do anything wrong like you have been since the day you started dating.

“Just stay away from me,” you tried to mumble out, barely audibly. You were shattered, and you didn’t even care about Zen in this moment. After all, he didn’t seem to care about you.

“Why did you just leave, we were supposed to have a nice night, Y/N!” he asked, a little annoyance in his voice. You paused, and suddenly rage completely boiled inside of you. You couldn’t believe him.

“You think I ruined our night?” you exclaimed as you turned around, your voice was scratched and dry. “For the longest time, I’ve been trying to have a good date with you, but you always ignore me to flirt with your fans.”

Zen looked at you like you were insane, you thought you were going to break. “Oh, sorry for taking a moment to thank a fan for their support and compliment them!” Now there was as much anger in his voice as yours.

“A moment?” you yelled in awe. “The waiter came up to us three times to see if we were done ordering. I had to stall while you were chatting with your fans.”

“You’re mad at me for my fans supporting me?” Zen screamed, anger glossed over his ruby eyes. You flinched slightly, he had never yelled at you before, you hated the feeling. As an immediate response more tears flooded your cheeks.

“I’m mad at you for always prioritizing your fans over us having a nice time,” you snapped back. “Your fans are so supportive, and that’s wonderful, but every time we try to have some alone time, you just keep talking to them.” You felt a small wave of relief over all your pain as you finally let this go. This was very, very short lived.

“I’m just thanking them for all of their support,” he spat, and continued without even thinking. “God, I wish you could be supportive of me just once and be less selfish and actually let me show my gratitude!”

And in that moment, whatever you had was gone. Every part of your soul shattered. Your self-esteem had been torn from you long ago, when Zen would compliment you then somebody else. You didn’t need yours, as long as Zen had his. Your time had been long consumed, and you spent every waking hour making sure Zen wouldn’t break down from his job and everything in his life would go smoothly. You didn’t need time, Zen did. But when he accused you of not supporting him, anything you had was blown apart. You had given an unhealthy amount of yourself to him. Under all the love, you had been suffering for a long time.

“Are you serious?!” you yelled louder than ever. This time, Zen wasn’t glaring back at you. He had realized what he said. He had realized how much he broke you. “Who goes to your set every day to bring you lunch? Who helps you practice lines when you’re home? Who helps you de-stress when things aren’t going right? Who has to constantly push their plans off so that your career would be successful? Do your fans do that? I don’t think so.”

Zen just looked at you, trying to find words. You shook your head, you were done. “You know what, if you think I’m not being supportive, then I won’t be. I’m done giving you every part of myself to make sure your life is going right and with no appreciation. You picked up your purse and worked your way towards the door. “Find one of you ‘supportive’ fans to do all that for you. I’m done.”

Zen tried to stop you, but you were already out the door. He buried his face in his hands, feeling tears trickle down his forearms. His hands slid into his silver hair. His tears flowed like a waterfall, and he regretted everything he had done. He let you walk out his door, not knowing if you would ever come back.


You had gone to stay with Jaehee, who lovingly offered you her guest room for as long as you needed. She asked for Jumin for some money to buy you some necessities. Jumin surprisingly agreed. You needed clothes, toiletries, etc. All your stuff was still at Zen’s. You had been planning for Jaehee to stop by his place sometime to retrieve it. For now, you told her to break all contact with him. You had broken all contact with everything. Every part of you was completely shattered.

Zen was in no better shape. He had called you and texted you in attempt to apologize an endless number of times. All he knew was that you were safe, with Jaehee, as he found out from the other RFA members. None of them knew anything otherwise, and Jaehee wasn’t revealing anything. He was thankful that you were physically safe, but he still wouldn’t forgive himself until he fixed the fact that you completely resented his presence.

He was never aware of how much you helped him, and he wish he could just eat his own words. He didn’t have time during his lunch break to go out and get his own food, neither did anyone on the staff. He skipped meals every day because you weren’t there to bring him a meal every day. Getting in and out of his intricate costume was difficult every time, you had always helped him. He was having trouble with new lines, you were always there to practice with him. When he had a bad day you were no longer there to comfort him. You offered him so much, and he had accused you of being selfish.

His boss could also tell that something was up. Zen wasn’t making any progress, and opening night was creeping closer. The director had threatened to fire him if he couldn’t pull his world together, but you were his world, and he threw it away. He needed to fix this, his life was miserable without you.


You were in the guest room as always. There was a bathroom in the room so that wasn’t an issue. You would only see Jaehee when she checked in on you, or brought you food or water. You would always thank her, but then close the door back. Jaehee was getting worried. You were eating less and less.

There was a knock on the main door of the house. Jaehee opened it to see Zen, with bags under his eyes and looking like an awful mess. Jaehee tried to slam the door on him, but Zen was stronger.

“I need to see her,” he said. Jaehee recognized the feeling in his voice. It was the same in yours, so awfully broken. She crossed her arms. You could hear his voice from the guest room, and you raced into the corner, failing to keep your tears from falling.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Jaehee spat, as if reading your mind. “Please leave.”

“Jaehee,” he said, trying to hold himself together. “I know you don’t like seeing her like this, in pain.”

“You mean the pain you caused?” she rose an eyebrow. Zen pushed that behind his head and swallowed in nervousness.

“Just let me try to fix this, please,” he begged. Jaehee could tell he was just as broken as you, and sympathy started to flood her. If this went wrong, you would break even more. However, if this went right, she could see you happy again.

She didn’t protest as he stepped in, her eyes still filled with anger. She silently nodded to the guest room, then left to her own.

Zen opened the door, to find you in the corner, sniffling as you cried.

“Y/N-” he started, you cut him off immediately.  

“Leave,” you spat, your voice muffled. You were curled up in a ball and you hid your face in your knees. You didn’t want to face him. You just wanted him to get out.

“Not until I can tell you how sorry I am.” He took a step towards you, and you let out a yelp. He stopped right there. “Everything I said, I wasn’t thinking straight. You mean the world to me, I love you. I’m sorry. My life is falling apart without your help. I need you.”

“Just have one of your amazing fans replace me, they’re all dying to.” Tears streamed down everywhere. You were used to the feeling by now. No matter how much you denied it, you loved him too. But you couldn’t trust him right now. “Leave me alone, please.”

That broke him. He needed to prove to you he meant it. He needed you back in his life. “Baby, please, I’m so sorry-”

“Leave me ALONE!” you screamed, letting the sobs take over you. Zen ignored you.

“I hurt you, I can’t possibly live with that. Please, forgive me. I love you more than anything. I would throw away everything for you.” he pleaded, carefully taking a step closer. You didn’t have the energy to stop him.

Suddenly, as if it were the world telling you to give him a chance, all your good memories flooded your head. From falling in love with him, when he asked you out, every kiss, every laugh, every smile. You missed it all. You wanted it back. You wanted to trust him again.

You looked up at him, and cherished the sight of him. Your E/C orbs met his bright red ones, and you knew he felt the same. You didn’t stop him as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you like a treasure.

The reality snapped back. You could only give him this one embrace. Just because you missed him doesn’t mean he didn’t do what he did.

“You still need to leave,” you whispered, which completely broke him. To be honest, you didn’t feel bad. It was what he got for doing the same to you, all those weeks before. You slowly pulled away, showing sorrow in your eyes. But you were able to tell them with your gaze that you still loved him. He understood. He had never felt happier. He took your hand.

“Just promise me that one day I can have you back in my life again,” he pleaded. You refused to meet his eyes. This wasn’t something you could possibly give him. You pulled your hand away, and to him, you had pulled his entire existence away.

“All I can promise you is a chance for you to prove what you said wrong, we’ll see from there.”

And he intended to dedicate every fiber of his being to take you up on you offer. This was the first step in the long journey of getting you back. He was going to take every single step.

COMIC SERIES “BELLA NOTTE”
EPISODE ONE~ DATE NIGHT TRAILER

Nick and Judy were going on a date, but something went wrong……

The first episode of BELLA NOTTE will be released tomorrow. But this time, I want to slow it down, so I will update the series every three week, in able to make this comic more delicate.    

Less regret and sadness, more passion and happiness. I hope you can enjoy the whole sequel. ^U^

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Last month I watched every Disney movie the Walt Disney Animation Studios* every put out (all 56 of them!) while working on Welcome to Webcomics, so I decided to review all those movies in the only way I could think to make it quick and entertaining: Each of them only gets 10 words!

There’s also a Top and Bottom 5 on there at the end. 

Hope you guys like it! :D




*this means no sequels, no live action, and no subsidiaries like Pixar! So don’t ask!

Must Read YA Novels

Since last year (2014), I’ve been obsessed with YA Novels. Therefore, I decided to make a list of the ones I read last year and consider a “must read”. They are beautiful stories about love, friendship, family, hope, overcoming all odds, and fighting for what you want. There isn’t a single novel in this list that didn’t touch my heart and inspired me in a million different ways. Here you go!

Looking for Alaska - John Green

The Fault in Our Stars - John Green

Paper Towns - John Green

If I Stay - Gayle Forman

Where She Went (“If I Stay” sequel) - Gayle Forman

Love, Rosie (Where Rainbows End) - Cecilia Ahern

Before I Fall - Lauren Oliver

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before - Jenny Han

The Infinite Moment of Us - Lauren Myracle

First Comes Love - Katie Kacvinsky  

Second Chance (“First Comes Love” book 2) - Katie Kacvinsky

Finally Forever (“First Comes Love” book 3) - Katie Kacvinsky

The Geography of You and Me - Jennifer E. Smith

Faking Normal - Courtney C. Steven (One of my ALL TIME FAVORITES)

The Summer I Turned Pretty - Jenny Han

It’s Not Summer Without You (“The Summer I Turned Pretty” book 2) - Jenny Han

We’ll Always Have Summer (“The Summer I Turned Pretty” book 3) - Jenny Han

Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell

I Am The Messenger - Markus Zusak

I’ll be posting my 2015 list soon! :)

“I just didn’t want to make another movie about teenagers being stalked,” Wes Craven said. Rachel McAdams plays Lisa Reisert, a Miami hotel manager taking an overnight flight home when a handsome stranger (Cillian Murphy) starts flirting. He gradually reveals a scheme to kill Lisa’s father unless she cooperates with a political assassination.

No monsters, no bloodbaths, just white-knuckle tension that’s positively Hitchcockian by today’s lower standards. “It’s obviously not buckets of blood; it’s a psychological thriller,” Craven said. “For me, it was kind of an announcement that I can step out of the horror context and hold my own with the best of them.”

Remembering Wes Craven’s Most Terrifically Terrifying Movies

My thoughts on Tadashi

In all honesty, I immediately reject any post that says “Tadashi can’t come back for a sequel because it would completely ruin all of Hiro’s character development.”  As soon as I see posts like that, I automatically assume the writer has never lost a sibling.  Coming from someone who has, Tadashi’s death was worse than an emotional train wreck in my life and tbh I sunk in to a very deep depression for about 4 months after the movie came out.  Now I see rumors floating around that Tadashi could be making an appearance in the sequel and honestly, that gives me SO MUCH HOPE.  Why does Disney have to constantly kill off family members of the protagonist to give them “character development” or a “motivation”.  Why can’t, for once, Disney do something that it intended which is to give us something magical, something out of the ordinary, inspiring, and hopeful.  Why can’t they bring him back.  Yes, some of us live in the real world.  No matter how much I wish, it will never bring back my brother.  It doesn’t stop me from wanting to do it anyway every single day.  The hurt never really goes away.  Disney, on the other hand, has the power TO BRING BACK A CHARACTER FROM THE DEAD.  BECAUSE IT’S MAGIC/SCIENCE/FATE WHATEVER.  THEY CAN.  And in all honesty, that gives me so much hope.  Because just because I can’t wish my brother back, doesn’t mean Hiro can’t and actually GET HIS WISH.  It’s not fair that he had to lose his mom, dad, and Tadashi to fuel his “character development”.  It’s not fair that I had to lose my brother.  But it happened.  And I don’t think it really helped MY “character development” very much.  I just want to see ONE PERSON get that happy ending.  That your brother’s not really dead and you don’t have to suffer so much.  Because without Tadashi, Hiro will be in for many years ahead of hurt and regret and loss.  It would make me feel so much better knowing one person got to keep their brother.  Hiro lives in a world of superheroes, and science that can do anything you want as long as you set your mind to it.  So it wouldn’t actually be that out of the norm to bring Tadashi back.  If they can have something as magical as Baymax, let there be possibilities.

SOOOooo here I sit, patiently waiting on the edge of my sanity, for the announcement of a Big Hero 7 where Tadashi is alive and becomes a part of the team.  On a scale of 1 to 10 I would rate my pain a “Ten”dashi, and Disney?  I am not satisfied with my care…

What if.......2017 is better?

2016 did not leave me with much hope that the coming year could be better but I am the queen of wishful thinking. Few good things to look forward to in 2017: Sherlock, Shadowhunters S2, Game of Thrones, The Winds of Winter, loads of sequels (that hopefully won’t be a disappointment) and of course PINOF9.

Things that could make 2017 even better for me. 

1. MCR will come back. 

2. Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie makeup and Ryan returns to P!ATD.

3. Season 2 of Yuri on Ice with a wedding!

4. PHAN

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am not okay 🥀💋✨💔

As much as I loved the Beast (oml don’t get me started, no seriously I won’t be able to stop) there is still apart of me that is so hilariously unrealistically hoping, praying, crying, swimming in my younger self’ dreams of a Beauty and The Beast sequel or short. I just??? Want to see Belle and Adam with a family??? And happy??? And making me jealous??? I don’t know. Too much for my heart to bare. Guess I will have to resort to all the M rated fan fics 🔥🔥🔥✨💋🌹Please hose me down with Holy Water. 💧💦
*** Not to mention just Lefou being the fabulous little quick witted shit that he is. ✨💋🌹❤***

Loss For Words (Alexander x Reader)

As soon as I found the prompt I used for this, I knew I had to write something for Alexander. It was a little too perfect. Anyways, I plan on writing a sequel to this, so enjoy!

Warnings: I think I swore like once?

Words: 1,099


You were beginning to think the universe hated you.

First, your roommate decided to “accidentally” unplug your alarm clock, causing you to be late for your first class at King’s College, which happened to be at 7am. You didn’t have time to shower, meaning you had to load on the dry shampoo and deodorant, hoping it was enough. You managed to spill half of your cup of coffee on the first shirt you had on, making you need to change before you had even left the house. You weren’t sure if it was possible for you to be as tired as you were, or if you were already dead.

By the time you made it into your first class, the lecture had started exactly 27 minutes ago and everyone stared at you as you made your way to an empty seat. That quickly changed when a boy, not much older than you, ran into the room, just as, if not more disheveled than you.

He slung his books in one of the two seats next to you, which happened to be the only ones open. He slammed a 5 hour energy on the table next to his coffee, before mixing the two together. You looked at him questioningly, not sure if that was the best idea.

“I’m going to die,” he retorted, before chugging the entire cup. You just watched with wide eyes. He shivered as he finished it, as if he could feel the energy coursing through his veins.

If he can do that and not die, he just might be my hero.

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My favorite Wonder Woman story this year: The True Amazon by Jill Thompson

Beforehand, yes, it’s a very different take on the origin story, basically a 180°, and Diana is not initially the way Diana should be in any canon book. But that’s what is so interesting to me as an Elseworld: it doesn’t shy away from being completely different, and yet it’s also very familiar.

The book is beautiful, the Amazons’ culture is unique and fitting, the Gods remind the New 52 but in a more classic and mythic way, which would be a perfect mashup…

The child’s book type of narrative with such a grave story actually mix up well for an engaging type of storytelling, and the book has probably the best version of the clay origin.

I hope Jill Thompson makes a sequel soon, because the world she has created in this book is very interesting as an alternate take, and the story of this Diana acting as Wonder Woman desperately needs to be told.

25 metres

title: 25 metres

word count: 4k

pairings/other notes: jikook, yoonseok, santa!jimin, elf!hoseok, elf!taehyung, manager!yoongi, sadcashier!jungkook, mall!bangtan. jungkook is a shy cashier and loves how the Christmas exhibition is only 25 metres away from the 7/11, especially when he can get the best view of the new santa with chiselled thighs.

a/n: hello! I promised 9th december but it’s 2 days later. haha. I’m not sorry. I stayed up again to write this, I’m super tired but I hope you enjoy it! should I make a second part? I got asked on ao3 to write a sequel but I think it fits better as a oneshot, maybe I’ll write a spinoff. anyway, thanks to all of you for being so kind! my first fic did p well, I was legit expecting only 10 notes but it got a lot more than that and it’s encouraging me to put myself out there. anyway, enjoy!


With you, shawty with you

With you, shawty with you

With you, under the mistletoe…

           the song has been on repeat for the past hour, and jungkook thinks he might physically tear out his ears if it means he doesn’t have to hear justin bieber wail anymore. he slumps against the counter, cheek brushing the cool plastic.

           just five more hours, jeon jungkook. five more.

           the bell at the door jingles, signifying the entrance of a new patron. jungkook hastily straightens the red hat on his head, sits up, and smiles as warmly as he can.

           “Welcome to 7/11!”

           A young mother pushes past the glass door, five-year-old in tow. the small boy is chortling as he fiddles with the reindeer antlers on his head, his mother smiling down on him with such love that jungkook feels himself melting a little. the brunnette places a coke down on the counter, fishing for her wallet. jungkook is eye-level with what seems to be a squirming lump, and he paints on the biggest grin he can muster.

           “hey there little guy! came from the christmas exhibition?”

           the five-year-old takes one look at the handsome jungkook, who is all angular features, with a smile so wide it radiates sunbeams. jungkook stares back at the curious toddler, pulling a funny face in an attempt to make him laugh. the child cocks his head, and opens his mouth. tears start to pool at the base of his eyes, and jungkook silently curses.

           “Mom!! stalker!


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