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Life Without You

Part Two

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It was odd, really. He pretended that you meant nothing to him, like he’s never met you before. He gave you that warm smile, introducing himself, saying it was a pleasure to meet you. You would think that he would at least show some kind of emotion. Sadness, hurt, joy, anything. His lack of emotion was getting on your nerves.

Maybe he forgot who you were. No, no that couldn’t be it. He knew exactly who you were and what he was doing to you. The question is, why? Why is he torturing you? Did it give him some kind of sick pleasure?

Then it happened.

You didn’t expect it, at all. Your heart breaking into smaller pieces. This is my girlfriend, Megan. Megan, this is (Y/N), an old friend. An old friend? Is that all you were to him? You looked over at her, instantly regretting it. She was perfect, much skinnier than you, taller, prettier, absolutely stunning. Of course Harry would fall for someone as amazing as her and not you. You were boring, nothing unique. It hurt much more than you’d ever admit.

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Some Things Change. (Theo Raeken Imagine)

This is part two of Why Do You Keep Apologizing!

Okay, this is really long… I’m so sorry!

Requests are Open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Originally posted by filia-de-saturna

Habits change. 

It was the small things you noticed about Theo. His constant day dreaming and fear stricken expression he wore every time he was brought out of his day dream. His constant bickering with Scott and Stiles in the hallways and in classes. His negativity was not a result of his overly sarcastic personality, but because of the darkness in his heart.

But nevertheless, Theo did find himself attached to you. Whether he’d agree to it or not. He was protective. He did not want the one good thing in his life to be taken away, too. He’d constantly look for you whenever you two were separated.

In History, the one class he had with Scott and Stiles but not with you, he and Scott smelt the smoke before the fire alarms even went off. He immediately shot up from his chair, knowing that the smoke burned your lungs almost as bad as cursing molted your wings, and ran to the door, but got called back by the teacher. “You have to stay with the class, Mr. Raeken.” Theo huffed and rolled his shoulders back. 

As the class evacuated, he attempted to catch your scent but couldn’t with the smoke polluting the air. Theo grabbed Scott’s shoulder, making the alpha and his best friend turn to glare at the chimera. “What, Theo?” Scott snapped. 

“Look, I don’t care if I hate you or if you hate me. But (Y/N). She… she can’t breath in the smoke. I can’t catch her scent. Please, Scott.” Theo practically begged. Although Stiles had said hell to the no, Scott agreed not wanting an innocent life to be lost.

The two snuck back into the school and attempted to search for you. Eventually they found you in the cafeteria, the source of the fire, he figured that you were helping the lunch ladies evacuate, forgetting that you would suffocate in the smoke. “God, you’re such an angel… It’s literally going to kill you, (Y/N).” Theo whispered as he scooped up your small body and brought you outside.

As he passed the two outside, he nodded and muttered a “thank you.” He figured that you, being supernatural, might not want to be sent to the hospital so instead he kept you hidden in his truck until you regained consciousness. He watched as you slept, your head slumped to the side, resting on the window. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

And that’s when he knew that there was a slight possibility that he might actually have fallen for an angel. 


People change. 

You have been driving on a long road to get to the this stop, but it was worth it. You found it hard to show Theo the “right path” for he was so consumed by the darkness of his past. But it wasn’t impossible to get him to face the right direction, towards the light.

“If you’re an angel, you’re going to help that kid if I trip him, right?” Theo pondered, nodding over to Mason and Corey, who were both walking your way.

You tilted your head and began to protest, “please, don’t-” but it was too late, Theo stuck his leg out, tripping Mason.

You sprung into action, reaching out and getting a grip on the teen before he could completely fall on the floor. “Thanks.” He muttered, dusting himself off before taking Mason’s hand and walking off.

“That was graceful.” Theo complimented, a smirk forming on his face.

“And that was rude. You should apologize.” You said, crossing your arms. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, wordlessly fighting for dominance. You ultimately losing to his stubbornness.

But as weeks flew by, Theo showed less aggression and plain out rudeness.

The two of you were leaned up against the lockers. His words were no longer snarky and challenging. Instead he spoke as though the two of you have been friends for ages.

His arms were crossed as his left shoulder leaned into his locker, his eyebrows raising at something you said about your older sister loving a human.

“Is it bad for an angel to love a non-angel?” He inquired, genuinely curious, wanting to know if his bubbling feelings could ever be reciprocated.

You shrugged, feeling your wings rub against your denim jacket. “It’s not bad, exactly. More like frowned upon. We’d have to give up our wings to be with them. It’s seen as turning your back against your family and God.”

“Good thing I’m an atheist.” Theo joked. His foot was slightly out, causing Liam, who was rushing past to meet with Hayden, to trip over. But Theo acted quickly, reaching over and balancing the beta. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean it. Honest.” You smiled at his improvement. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all.

Theo’s fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you towards your next period. You knew it was a friendly gesture but you couldn’t help the heat rising to your face. “C’mon, (Y/N). Angels don’t skip class.” And then you felt your heart beat faster and the blush on your cheeks intensifying 


Feelings change. 

“My sister gave up her wings.” You informed Theo. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You shared that your sister fell in love with a human but he never knew just how extreme she’d got be with him. 

He carried your books as the two of you walked side by side. To those passing by, you two looked more like a couple than an angel and her ward. “Would you ever do it?” He asked. You glanced over to him. “Give up your wings?” 

You shook your head. “Never. I love being an angel.” 

“Even if you truly loved a non-angel?” He questioned, his brows furrowing. 

“Angels aren’t selfish. We don’t give up our wings because of our own selfish interests. We shouldn’t want both.” You explained. 

“It’s okay to want something for yourself.” He muttered, feeling his heart break a bit as he shoved your books into your hands and walked off. You being left shaken and confused.

But he didn’t know that in your mind, you’ve considered it. You’ve considered the possibility of your wings leaving you, unburdening you. You’ve considered being with Theo, not because you have to but because you’d love to. In the months you’ve spent with each other, you knew one thing for certain. You love Theo Raeken.

You confided in your mother about your conflicted feelings. “I apologize if I disappoint you, mother. I just… I love him… I really do. And I know (Y/S/N) has disappointed you enough, but-”

“Beacon Hills has really taught my girls to bloom. You both found love here. I’d hate for our family and our values to get in the way of that. But (Y/N), love comes with a price. I think you know that. But when that love is as true as can be, a part of your past life as an angel shall remain with you.“ She smiled. You nodded. “So be free my little angel. Fly to where your heart leads you.” 

And that’s exactly what you did. 

“Theo!” You called out, knowing that he’d be in a clearing, past the bridge where they found his sister. You flied past the trees but not too high where you’d get caught. You enjoyed your last flight as an angel, but something told you it wasn’t your last. 

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, his guard up high like it once was. 

“I love you.” You confessed. “I love you, Theo Raeken.” 

“Finally…” Theo muttered as he pulled you close and into a kiss. “I love you, too…”

Some Things Change.” You sighed. “And whether it’s good or bad, I’ll accept change if it means I can be with you.” 

And then you felt your wings sink into your skin. It wasn’t painful, though it was a weird sensation. Your wings had engraved themselves as tattoos of angel wings, covering your shoulder blades and all of your back. You felt as if it wasn’t the last time you’d see those wings because although they were physically gone, you knew you would soar in the sky once more. You knew you didn’t completely give up being an angel just yet.

Originally posted by marvel-pandaz

(Oh and this is what I was attempting to describe but they aren’t the same wings.)

AU: Lena is just this super socially awkward and shunned young woman who has just inherited her family’s company and everyone either treats her like crap or tries to suck up to her & one day she goes to a coffee shop and the barista is sweet and precious and Lena is immediately suspicious that she’s sucking up, but when she lurks & observes she sees that no, this girl really is just that sweet to everyone. And she starts frequenting regularly, although she never manages to say more than a few stunted blushing words, but the barista (her name is Kara, she learns) never mocks her or react with anything but kindness.

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The Black Cat

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

Word Count: a whooping 9.3k!!!

Includes: an actual story, and of course, neko smut

this fic is for my best friend @ominousdan!!! it’s cayla’s birthday and without her birth nobody would be getting to see nine thousand words of neko!dan so please go follow her and tell her happy birthday in thanks (ily cayla i hope you love this and also me)

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anonymous asked:

For Bitter Sunday, maybe sth where Wanda sees how her life would play out w/ Tony dead? Answer: not any better. Then Wanda's genuinely remorseful for how she's treated him/tries to apologize, but he's just Done w/ Team Cap + tho he's polite enough, he'll never fully accept the apology? OR sth where the team sees the vision Tony saw that led to the frenzied creation of Ultron. They feel awful + try to apologize but Tony's like "uh-huh sure," brushes them off b/c he'll never trust them again?

I went with the first one, although the polite part didn’t fully work out. Oops.

“What do you want?” Stark asks coldly, arms crossed in front of his chest, shoulders a straight line of tension.

Wanda resists the urge to snap back at him–force of habit–but it’s a close call. He’s just so, so good at aggravating here, rubs her in all the wrong ways just by breathing on some days, and she can’t even put a finger on why that is. But she hasn’t come here to fight. Not this time.

“I’ve come to apologise,” Wanda replies honestly. She doesn’t like how hard it is to say the words out loud, but is honest enough with herself to admit that it will take a while to get used to this whole not-actively-hating-Stark-every-moment-he-draws-breath-thing.

For a second Stark doesn’t say anything, which is so unlike him Wanda fleetingly wonders whether she broke him after all. Then he slams the door shut.

It’s…not what she expected. To be fair, she has no clue what she expected, but definitely not this.

Deciding that breaking down the door won’t help in this situation, Wanda knocks. 

And knocks.

And knocks.

And kocks.

“Fuck off!” Stark yells through the closed door.

Wanda grits her teeth but of all the various things she’s been, she’s never counted herself as a coward, and she’s not going to start now. She’s not going to run away from this.

She knocks.

Stark throws the door open fifteen minutes later.

“What do you want?” he snarls furiously.

“To apologise to you,” Wanda repeats. The words halt whatever rant Stark has surely prepared himself to unleash on her.

He stares at her instead, long and serious and uncomfortable. “You really mean that,” he mutters eventually, and Wanda desperately hopes the relief isn’t as clearly written over her face as she suspects it is.

“I do,” she says anyways because it’s the damn truth, no matter how uncomfortable. It’s taken her four days to work through her resentment, to come to terms with the fact that she is in the wrong, that she seriously messed up, but she’s here now, and she’s going to see this through.

“Alright.” Stark nods. And moves to close the door again.

This time Wanda is fast enough to wedge her foot in. “Are you serious?” she hisses in annoyance.

Stark shrugs. “It was worth a try.”

“I am trying to apologise here!”

“So what?”

Wanda blinks. She doesn’t–she doesn’t know what to do with that.

Stark rolls his eyes. “Look, I don’t want your apology. So just, I don’t know. Go play hide and seek with Barton or whatever it is you do in your off-time.”

“But–”

“No.” Stark growls. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care. You’re here to explain yourself to relieve your consciousness, so you feel better about yourself. But nothing you could tell me would make me feel better. I’ve no need for your apology.”

“That’s not fair!” Wanda exclaims. “I’m trying here! I’m trying not be selfish, I’m try-”

Then don’t be,” Stark cuts her off. “Don’t do what you think I need. Don’t fucking tell me what I need. Just respect my wish and leave. It’s that easy.”

He closes the door in her face for the third time then, unhurried and with a gentle click. It strikes her then, that this is how he must have felt all those times he’s tried to approach her, and she finds that she doesn’t have the self-righteousness to do anything but comply with his demand.

*

They work well enough together in the field. They don’t talk more than necessary with each other outside it. They have their own working arrangement, and most days that’s perfectly fine.

Yet some days find Wanda thinking of the girl she used to be. Of bridges burnt beyond repairing. Of chances lost and forgotten.

Too little, too late indeed.

anonymous asked:

wait im really confused now......i was always told that being trans isn't a choice. that it is what it is. just like no one chooses to be gay or ace or bi or whatever, no one chooses to be trans either. im sorry if this is a dumb question but i honestly dont understand ): doesnt choosing to be trans play into what every single critic and transphobe says? that it's a choice and not legitimate??

Hey! Thank you for asking. This is not a dumb question - I promise. I think about this a lot.

I want to start off my saying that being transgender or queer isn’t the same for everyone - it’s gonna feel and look different from person to person.

So for me, being queer and trans has two parts: 1) recognizing that I always had queer characteristics, and 2) allowing myself to act on them.

I never really felt like a “girl,” as a kid. I identified with boy and girl characters. I was a tomboy who loved barbies. I didn’t start dressing “girly” until I was in 4th grade and realized that I would get bullied more if I didn’t dress like “other girls,” and that made me really resentful. My parents are extremely homophobic, and believe that God made man and woman to complement each other, etc. and for a long time I listened to them. I always felt that maybe I would be attracted to men and women, but I was “choosing” to do what my parents said was right.

I didn’t “have to” come out as transgender. I’d been living as a woman for 22 years, I was engaged to a straight, cis guy, and I was pretty successful in my life, except for feeling like a mess and a failure all the time. Being genderqueer made me feel like myself, so I chose to start dressing differently and going by a new name and admitting that I was attracted to all types of bodies and genders.

The feelings weren’t a choice, but the actions were.

Critics and transphobes are… well, wrong, so I don’t care what they think. I know who I am, and I believe my lifestyle, identity, choices, and feelings are all worthwhile and valuable. Nothing about me will play into their opinions because I don’t exist in opposition to them - I simply exist, and I don’t have to justify myself to people who believe I shouldn’t.

Choosing to “be” trans isn’t really what I’m getting at. I’m talking about choosing to act on what you feel. That’s the problem my parents have, for example: they say that if you are transgender, you shouldn’t act on what you feel. They say trans people should hide and live as the gender they were assigned at birth because they don’t believe that being transgender is a good thing to be.

So, ultimately, I believe there’s a lot of strength in choice, and that choosing your gender is always legitimate. Being trans can be an outward extension of what’s always been inside you, or it can be a chosen exploration of a new you.

Really, your question isn’t dumb. I think what I most want to get across is that 1) people who are homophobic and anti-transgender will find reasons to oppose queer people no matter what. 2) We are in control of our own stories, whether we were born into queerness, or it was born in us. 3) Choice IS legitimate, and living in a way that fits you is always a choice worth making.

What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?

Request: “Hello! Your writing is so beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader to the song "Save Myself” by Ed Sheeran where the reader has always been there for newt, comforting him and one day she’s had enough of him swooning over Leta and Tina?“

Word Count: 2,749

Pairing: None

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


You fiddle with your quill, trying to remember what word you’re thinking of and only half listening to Newt’s swooning.

“She doesn’t fear them. Not one. She asks me about them.”

“That’s nice, Newt.” You mumble, still focused on your essay.

He laughs to himself. “Even after her hair caught fire once.”

“Mmm.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and try to picture it.

“Are you listening?” Newt asks, hand drifting to tug on your sleeve.

The word disappears. You let out a long sigh, opening your eyes to look at Newt. His hair hangs in his face, messy from a day of field work. Dirt streaks over the freckles on his left cheek, and an inch-long cut runs along his jawline. Still, his eyes are bright and animated, waiting for you to respond.

Looks like you won’t be finishing your essay tonight after all.

You lean back against the couch in your common room. “Of course. You were talking about how Leta’s the best person you’ve ever known and you would do anything for her because no one else could ever compare.”

Newt winces. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Newt. By all means, continue swooning.”

“I’m not swooning.”

“All you do is swoon, Scamander.” You say as you lean your head back to rest your eyes.

“I have other cares.”

“It’s creatures and Leta. I don’t even fit into that mix anymore.” The words are bitter and twist your mouth into a frown as they come out, but they’re true. Newt talks about his creatures or talks about Leta with you. You can’t recall the last time he asked how your day went or what you were working on. Still, he’s your best friend and when you open your eyes to glance at Newt, regret fills you. He’s staring at his hands, voice quiet when he responds.

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alcoholinspired  asked:

I've seen your texts on Anders meta tags and found then to be heart endearing, which is great. In one you wrote on how people say he isn't romantic. I think it comes from the feeling of being used as an asset for the Chantry kaboom, like, if you break up with him before the final battle there's little/no hint of it upsetting him, or if you reject his first approach or step back when he asks to move in. That would contribute to say he used Hawke.I would love to see more of your thoughts about him

Hi, thanks for the ask!!

I have two answers for this, the first is the Boring Answer and the second is the Less Boring Answer.

The Boring Answer is that it’s a video game and due to programming and time restraints, you aren’t really going to get a real reaction to something huge (like say, a breakup).  In DAO, for example, if you break up with someone you get a couple of lines and maybe an approval change and then it’s back to normal.  So I don’t think we’re seeing the full picture.

Which leads us to the Less Boring Answer:

The Chantry Boom happens regardless of Hawke’s involvement.  You can refuse to help him and he will still find another way and go forward with his plan.  He does ask for your help because he trusts you, and it will make things easier for him, but if you won’t give it, then he’ll search elsewhere (or go it alone).  Because Hawke’s help isn’t necessary for his plan, (and because he was in love with Hawke long before his plan was even a thing), I think we can scratch the idea that he is only with Hawke because he needs them for this one thing.

Now we’re going to move on to the bit about breaking up with him.  This is actually a complex topic so I’m going to break it down into smaller pieces.

To begin with, Anders is mentally ill, according to Word of God (i.e. the Bioware writers).  When you are mentally ill, you convince yourself of weird things.  Anders, especially, has reason to be paranoid.  He has lived the past two decades of his life being told that mages are bad and that he is bad and that mages cannot ever fall in love because bad things will happen.  He saw first hand what happened to Karl.  Not to mention there’s that whole Justice thing (”I thought with Justice, this part of me was over.”)  He has convinced himself that he is unloveable and that Hawke deserves better.  And when you convince yourself of that, you go through your whole life low-key waiting for everything to fall apart, because of course it will.  You’re prepared for the worst because you’re convinced that the worst is eventually going to happen.  (Source: my own super fun and exciting mentally ill experience!  Whee!)

The way Anders sees it, a breakup is inevitable.  This is all temporary, and he’s enjoying it while it lasts.  This does not mean he’s not in love.  Oh on the contrary, that’s the tragedy of the whole thing.  He puts off getting into the relationship for years because he’s convinced it’s all going to end in flames anyway and he doesn’t want to put Hawke through that.  Finally, when he does realize he can’t ward his own feelings off any longer, he warns Hawke that “This will be a disaster.”  He does not see this ending anyway but badly, because he has thoroughly convinced himself that that is the case.

No wonder he’s not going to be surprised if you break up with him.  As far as he was concerned, that was going to happen anyway.  It was just a matter of when.  The fact that he eventually caves and throws himself into the relationship anyway, when he is convinced it’s going to end in tears, is ultimately proof of his romanticism, not proof against it.  He needs Hawke, even if it’s only going to be for a little while.

Now moving past the mentally ill stuff.

If you break up with him before the final battle, he says something about how he wishes that he had nothing else in his life except for you.  (I’m paraphrasing because I have of course never done this and I only ever saw it in a YouTube video once, so I don’t remember the exact line.)  This is a callback to something he says earlier; “You are the most important thing in my life… but there are some things more important than my life.”  And therein lies the key to understanding Anders’ thought process on this.

When Anders merged with Justice, the idea of the Anders with simple goals in life (”a pretty girl, a decent meal, and the right to shoot lightning at fools”) ceased to be.  He has a higher purpose now, one that he recognizes as being more important than anything that deals with himself on a personal level.  A Hawke, entering a relationship with him, knows this.  Whether or not Hawke chooses to accept this is and love him anyway is of course up to the player– “I know I’ll never be the most important thing in your life”, Hawke says to Anders at endgame if they’re breaking up with him.

Ultimately, that’s where the rub comes in.  I have seen some people who really dislike Anders say that their reasoning is that he straight up tells you that his cause is more important than you.  That’s not what love is about, they say.  And you know, if that’s your view on it, then that’s your view on it, and I’m not here to tell you how to define love.

But really, are Anders’ thoughts on this that far off from what most of us already believe?

My parents were Trekkies and I was raised on a steady diet of Star Trek.  One of the first movies I watched as a kid was Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.  In the final climactic scene, Spock sacrifices himself to save the crew of the Enterprise.  “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… or the one,” he says to Kirk.  Spock’s sacrifice was made out of love.  So, too, is Anders’– he is giving his life to the cause because yes, it’s more important, and he loves Hawke, oh he loves Hawke fiercely, but Hawke is a part of the world he’s trying to save.

The best gift he can give you is a just world.  The world that everyone deserves– and that you deserve.

And is that not, really, so much more romantic than a bouquet of roses?

TLDR: No, Anders is not visibly distraught if you break up with him at endgame after all you’ve shared.  It’s because he’s been preparing himself for this breakup, both in an unhealthy sense (he’s mentally ill and was convinced this was going to happen the whole time) and in a, well, healthier sense (he knows not everyone is going to view the world the way he does).

And this is why I am a sucker for Handers.  Because here, at this point in the game, Anders, this sensitive man who believes he has given you every reason to turn away, asks if you’ll stay with him.  He is asking you everything here; he knows that he’s now one of the most hated men in Thedas.  He knows that he’s going to be on the run for possibly the rest of his life.  He knows that the road ahead is not easy.  He knows this and he asks you anyway, telling himself the whole time you’ll say no, of course you’re going to say no.  Of course no one would agree to this, of course no one would ever stay with him now–

–and then you say yes, and his whole world lights up.

He’s not alone.

And finally, finally, he accepts that.

realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

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Originally posted by toomuchjams

part one

After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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When Saeyoung Isn't Home (Saeran/MC)

It had been four days since Saeyoung Choi left his house. It wasn’t easy. To say goodbye to the love of his life, who he might or might not be seeing ever again. He still remembered her tearful face when she let him go.

How? How could he forget it?

And then there was him. A guy who looked almost exactly like him, only that he didn’t wear glasses and he had mint green eyes. Unlike her, nothing changed on his face. He just stared at him, saying nothing like he always did.

“I’ll be gone for only a week. Please take care of her for me.”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you so much. I know I can count on you. Well then, I guess I should be going now…”

Having a job where you had to devote yourself to your country was never easy.


***

The rain was falling. She sighed. The house was as quiet as graveyard if she didn’t count the rough sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside. There were only him and her, staying together inside a house like they had been forced to do that.

Saeyoung had the ability to turn a graveyard into a nightclub in no time. Sadly, he wasn’t there.

Saeran was sitting on the sofa with his legs meeting his chest as he played the gaming device his brother had given him a couple of weeks ago. His face never changed. Whether he had lost or won, nobody could really tell.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

It was always like that. A one-way conversation. She asked him something, he replied with one word, she responded, and their conversation ended. Living alone or together with him made no difference.

She went on with what she was doing–cooking something for herself. Everything went smoothly until she was chopping some onions… and suddenly the house blacked out.

“Oh!”

He said nothing. Maybe he had gotten used to it. The darkness. Maybe it was one thing he fancied so much.

“S-Saeran… I… I think I just cut my finger a bit… if you don’t mind, would you help me find some light?”

Still nothing. It was almost completely black. She stared at the sofa where he had been sitting, trying to track him. He had put his device on the sofa as she could see the bright light off its screen.

But where was he? Did he walk away? Did he leave her alone?

“S-Saeran…”

She felt a presence besides her. Quickly, she turned her head to her right. There was a flick, and a lighter was turned on. Behind that small source of light, there was his face. Still emotionless as usual, but in the dark surrounded by light.

She couldn’t help but to stare at him. They had never gotten this close before. And she couldn’t help but to notice just how beautiful those mint green eyes were. She didn’t feel like blinking. She kept staring at those eyes, slowly losing her awareness.

“What?”

Only then was she taken aback. “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry.”

It was his turn to stare at her. A few seconds passed, which felt like an eternity to her.

“You’re strange.”

She had no idea what to say to that. It seemed like her brain had stopped working. After that he turned and started walking. She followed him in instant, didn’t want to be left alone in the dark. He sat back on the sofa while still holding his lighter. She stood besides him.

“Can I… sit with you?”

“Mhm.”

That meant yes. He had his own dictionary.

She sat on the sofa and they both fell into silence. Silence in darkness. She would appreciate it if someone wanted to make a horror movie out of that situation. It wasn’t a surprise to see him like that but she couldn’t stand the awkwardness.

How she wished the blackout never happened.

She glanced at him. He stared straight to the front. To the blackness. What was he thinking inside of that red head? And to see his face up close from the side… it was even better. She made herself a mental note on how precise the point of the tip of his nose was, how sharp his jawline, how defined his whole face…

“What is it?”

He glared at her. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Even so, she couldn’t stop staring. In fact, a stronger force inside of her was able to drive her to do something she had never imagined in a million years.

She kissed him on his lips.

The kiss lasted for five seconds, before she pulled away. It was obvious from the look on his face that he did not expect it at all. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed.

“W-what are you doing? Are you an imbecile? Do you want me to burn this whole house down?”

“I-I… I… uh… I’m…”

The lights went back on. He did not waste any second. He turned off his lighter, took his gaming device, stood up from his seat, and walked away into his room.


***

He tossed and turned. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn’t. The thing that had happened to his lips… it bothered him like a bug in his favorite software. He didn’t like it. But he wasn’t sure which part of it that he disliked.

The fact that it happened to him, or the fact that it bothered him.

“Stupid girl. Why did she do that?”

He tossed and turned again. He could do that all night long if necessary. But he just wanted to sleep.

“I can’t sleep because of that stupid girl. I should talk to her and give her a lesson.”


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When he tried to open her door, it was unlocked. That was another proof of her stupidity. She was sleeping. And he didn’t like it. How could she ruin his sleep and got away with it? He wouldn’t let her. She had to pay for what she had done to him.

He was about to yell at her to wake her up when he heard her sobbing. At first, he wasn’t so sure, but when he stood right in front of her, it was confirmed. She was indeed sobbing.

“Sae… Saeyoung…”

She must have been dreaming. He sighed. Even while sleeping, she was still stupid.

“Wake up.”

He shook her body by her shoulder. It didn’t take long for her to open her eyes and see him. She wiped her tears and sat up on her bed.

“Saeran? What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked.

“Why did you cry in your sleep?” He asked her instead of answering.

“Oh… that,” she attempted to breathe properly, “I don’t know. I’m not sure. I… I think I dreamed of Saeyoung. I thought he was going to leave me forever. I’m so afraid. I guess I just miss him a little bit too much…”

He folded his arms and looked away. “I know how that feels.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

She rubbed her eyes. “What are you doing in my room? You should be sleeping.”

“That idiot just doesn’t know how to respect people, does he?” Once again, he did not answer her question.

She sighed. “I won’t put it that way but… yeah he doesn’t.”

He didn’t know what kind of spirit that took control over his body, but something about her swollen and red eyes made him want to sit beside her. They fell into silence for the second time that day.

They spent almost a minute sitting side by side while busy thinking about something in their own heads. It was like being alone together. And then, all of a sudden, they stared at each other. In the silence, they were talking. Talking with their eyes, where everything in their hearts had been written.

Their hearts, their feelings, their thoughts… they were reading as well as conversing with each other without saying a word. Then it happened again. It just happened. Just like that. Naturally. Without force. Without hesitation.

She kissed his lips. But not just once. Twice, thrice, four times, five times, six times… and it went longer, deeper, more intense and passionate. The clueless boy did nothing. He let her do whatever she wanted. Even when she put her lips on his neck and when her hands began grabbing his clothes.


***

He stared at the wall. He couldn’t sleep. It turned out that his theory was wrong. Talking to her didn’t send him to sleep, it created even more bugs in his brain’s program. He felt her tiny finger tracing his tattoo on his bare right arm.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

He could feel her breath tickling his earlobe. It sent shivers down his spine. “Do I really need to answer that…?”

Her voice was deep, and rough. Just like the thing that they had done with each other. He hadn’t done processing her voice inside his head, but he already felt another thing. Her tiny pair of lips sucking his neck, planting sweet and lovely kisses on it.

“Saeran… don’t leave.”

Her hands found their way around his waist. And he could feel her bare skin pressing against his. Her head resting on his shoulder. She hugged him from behind, holding him tight, keeping him close, not letting go. Body to body. Skin to skin. Something so absurd, yet it happened to him.

“Don’t ever leave me…”

His eyes felt heavy. His vision became blurry. It was like someone had injected a poison into him. He was familiar with this feeling. When you felt so light, so weightless, and you just wanted to close your eyes, leave the world behind, and enter your own world.

A drug. An ecstasy. A paradise.

It was faint, but he could hear himself whispering.

“I won’t…”


***

Three days later, Saeyoung was back safe and sound. She ran into him, jumped as she hugged him. They turned around, swirling like an ice cream on top of its cone. She cried her tears of joy while hugging him. He couldn’t see her face, or the person she was staring at behind his back.

Those mint green eyes again.


***

“Saeran, thank you so much. You really did take good care of her.”

The younger twin stared at the older one. “No need to thank me. It’s nothing.”

He stood up and was about to walk away when Saeyoung grabbed his wrist. “No, Saeran. Thank you. I really mean it.”

Saeran turned his head and they stared at each other once again. This time it was much longer than the first. “You’re being weird.”

The older twin let go of his brother’s wrist and then the latter just walked away.


***

“Hey Saeran! Do you know why twins are more special than regular siblings?”

“No, Saeyoung. Why is that?”

“It’s because their souls are connected. Just like us. Our souls are connected!”

“I still don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“Saeran, our souls are connected in such way that I can look into your eyes and know everything you’re hiding behind them.”


The End

P.S: My first ever fan fiction here after all this time! So, how is it? Tell me what you think about it on the comment section! I’ll look forward to it! 😃
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Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did). 

Summary: UnderwearModel!Hoseok

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“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.” 

Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs. 

You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model. 

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I’ve been mad about riverdale whitewashing kj since they announced who would be playing his parents but tbh the more I think about the scene between josie and archie the angrier I get?

like that scene could have had a completely different vibe. we could have had a really nuanced conversation about dealing with racism in a small town from two very different perspectives–a black girl, and a white-passing mixed race boy. it could have been a scene about them understanding each other instead of just a white boy getting a lecture on racism, but not in a way that’s negative about him because he’s a Good White or whatever. 

when josie talked about her mom getting death threats, archie could have sympathized more and talked about how his parent (whichever one they decided to cast as samoan) deals with racism all the time, and he’s not sure if he even deserves to be part of this conversation because he’s white-passing, but people constantly assume he’s white and it pisses him off. 

it could have been such a great, nuanced, complex scene and instead we got an admittedly amazing speech from josie but it just… can’t help but fall flat when the show is treating the recipient as white when they’re not white. it could have been a conversation between two poc and it wasn’t, and that’s disappointing. 

there is no reason why they couldn’t have made archie samoan. kj even wanted them to, and he specifically talked about how great it would have been for his dad, who grew up reading archie comics, to see a samoan archie. but they didn’t, and that was a deliberate choice. think about how great it would be to have a character as iconic as archie be mixed race and samoan??? it would have been amazing. but we don’t get to have that.

the simple fact of the matter is, I can think of exactly one cw show where the main character is a poc, and that’s jane the virgin which is at least partially explicitly about race. if you can’t have a poc as a lead in a show that isn’t about race, then that’s a problem. 

the wests can be black, but barry allen had better stay white. james olsen and m’gann m’orzz (sort of) can be black, but kara and clark (WHO AREN’T EVEN HUMAN) have to be white. veronica can be latina, reggie can be asian, josie and the pussycats can be a black girl group, but even if you cast a poc as archie, he needs to be treated as white. because he’s the main character. it’s bullshit and the cw needs to do better. 

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Your brother Jimins best friend Taehyung takes you shopping and treats you to ice cream. Is he trying to sabotage your date with Jungkook, or is he learning what feelings are?

genre: fluff/angst soon! 

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Originally posted by jeonsshi


Why? Why did it have to be like this?


 The cold air that flew in the apartment sent chills throughout your body. Your eyes started to water at the thought of what happened to your parents nearly two years ago. They were gone. It still felt so surreal, to think that they had just planned their once in a lifetime getaway dream vacation, then they lost the chance. When you got news that the plane had crashed on the way back, your thoughts only led to what would happen to you and your older brother Jimin. Your question was answered when it was announced that you were to either buy your own apartment or live with Jimin and his best friend. You worked hard through your first year of university just so your parents could be proud of at least one of their children, just for them, but they were gone. The only way that you were sure you could move on with life, is if you had Jimin by your side. He was the only close family you had. As a matter of fact, he was the only everything you had. 

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Baby Girl You're Just My Type (Seventeen Preference)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: Definitely someone girly; he's the tough, man's man, and he'd need a very feminine partner to contrast that. He seems like an ass man to me, so someone who is very bootylicious and likes to show off their ass/doesn't mind having it grabbed. He'd also probably be into a girl who is quieter or who doesn't feel pressure to talk a lot so that he can be the one to do the talking, and so that he can feel listened to, and so that the two of you can just sit in comfortable silence when you feel like it. He would love the type of girl who can wear heels all the time and not feel overdressed, but also rocks a messy bun and flannel. His type all around would be the "girl next door" to the extreme, but in a good way.
  • Jeonghan: He would like a softer type of girl. Being someone who doesn't conform to gender norms himself, he would never be opposed to dating a tomboy or someone who often bounces between ultra feminine and masculine. He just wants someone who would be easy on the eyes - someone that everyone could look at an agree is absolutely beautiful, just like him. It would also have to be someone with amazing hair, so that you could be a stand out hair power couple. As personality goes, he would enjoy who is very cute without trying. Maybe they're awkward or clumsy but this turns out very cute and he enjoys those moments to the maximum even if you get embarrassed, just for the cuteness. He would also like someone shorter than him so that he can lay his head on top of you during hugs, and he can cover you completely when spooning.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: He would want someone opposite of him. He's all shyness and blushes and giggles, so he'd need someone who's confidence and certainty and standing tall. He would love the contrast you make against him and the confidence you give him when you're together. He also loves that when he gets shy or embarrassed he can bury his face into your shoulder or hair and you'll be the one laughing with a brave face because you enjoy how cute he's being. He'd also want someone very cuddly. Because he seeks physical comfort, and he would want his partner to be very okay with that happening when he needs it. And although he might not always be completely okay with showing PDA because of how shy he is, his ideal type would also know how to use words to calm him down and make him feel good because you would be smart and linguistic like that.
  • Jun: As predictable as it sounds, Jun would like a bad girl. But not just a "bad girl", a genuinely bad, doesn't give a fuck, bad attitude kind of girl. The kind of girl that the rest of the boys and Pledis would hate and probably ask him to stop seeing. Mostly because he would like the thrill. This is the kid who 9/10 legitimately thinks he's a vampire, so if he found a girl who smoked and had dozens of piercings and tattoos and swore more than his little ears could handle, he would want to hold onto you forever. Eventually he would find out you have a whole other side, a softer side, and this would just make him melt, and then you'd never get rid of him. Because as much as fishnets and barbells are appealing, actual emotions are like the jackpot here. And he would follow you around like a lost puppy, hanging on your every word, waiting for your next move, wanting to see just how bad you could get. You just might get sick of him. But he would be a lovesick puppy because being with a bad girl is the closest he's ever really come to living on the edge.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Hoshi would need someone versatile. He can go from literal puppy to walking sex monument in two seconds flat, and he needs someone who can embrace his many sides and roll with them. I can also see him falling for a plus-sized girl. Saying that he enjoys the curves more and that your gorgeous body is part of what captured his attention when the two of you first met. He'd want a girl who is very good at taking care of herself, but can also take care of him when he needs it. He can work long hours and dissolves into a child-like state, and he needs somebody there to pick up the pieces and put him back together at the end of a hard day. He might also like a girl that he has to bring out of her shell a little. Maybe you're more shy around others, around the boys, and from time to time he has to help you loosen up and he loves that about you. He loves the challenge, and he loves the reward of when he finally gets to see the same you in public that he does in private.
  • Wonwoo: He would go for one of two types of girls - he would either date the ultimate goth girl and live out his emo dreams, or he would date the softest, girliest hipster/kawaii girl and defy everyone's expectations. If he dated a goth girl, they would match perfectly in your emo appearance and attitude, and your occasional slips of undeniable cuteness and happiness. Black is the perfect color that goes with everything, so he would love seeing his girlfriend dressed in it every single day, and would delight in finding black lipstick stains on his skin and even items of his clothing. He would also love that he would get to see the cutesy and caring side of you that people never expected when they saw your harsh appearance, and he would always be right their defending you if people judged you too harshly. If he dated a super soft kawaii girl, it would a lot like the cinnamon roll meme. It appears that he could kill you, but he is, in fact, a giant cinnamon roll, and he is protecting you, a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this earth, too pure. That's what he believes and that's what he upholds. He doesn't let anyone come near you, look at you the wrong way; he doesn't even let anyone speak badly about you when you're not around. You would be his one weakness, and he would both love and hate that about being with you.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: His ideal type is definitely someone who appreciates music. Someone who can listen to his work and it's afraid to give him critical feedback about it, but also isn't afraid to tell him when it's perfect. He wouldn't mind dating someone taller than him. He might even enjoy dating someone taller than him, but continuously claim that it's just a coincidence (I mean he is only 5.3") when in reality he enjoys the bear hugs and feeling so safe all wrapped up in you. He's the type of guy to feel confident and secure enough that he doesn't need to be taller than his girlfriend. He would also want a to date a girl that he finds genuinely interesting. Whether this be because you're into the arts, or because you're athletic, he'd find something about you and then from there, he would want to learn everything about you. He'd study you like it was his job. He also might prefer a girl with coloured/pastel hair so that you could match and be ultra cute together.
  • DK/Seokmin: DK would want to date a sporty girl. He would love everything about you from the fact that you always wear ponytails to your muscle tone to your yoga pants (probably especially the yoga pants). He would watch you jogging by one day and be hooked. He'd want to know your name, everything about you, and the fact that you might not be much of a talker only baited him so much more. He would love dancing with you and trying out all the sports that you're into, even if he sucks at them. And in the rare moments that he could get you to open up, that he could get into your mind instead of the physical aspect of your being, he would feel so rewarded he would be over the moon. He would also love the times that you dressed up. Seeing you all the time in sportswear, you always looked amazing no matter what, but when you dressed up, it always shocked and amazed him, and reminded him that he was so lucky to have you.
  • Mingyu: He would probably like a really quiet, shy girl. As cheesy as it is, he would be the type of guy to dream about finding the introverted girl and sweeping her off her feet. He would probably think it's so romantic and dreamy to pick up a girl at a coffee shop or a book store and all the other boys would make fun of him because deep down he's just a sucker for John Green and Twilight. He would want to find a girl who would blush whenever you looked at him and giggle at all his jokes and used her hair to hide her face out of shyness. He'd be a sucker for a girl who had sweater paws and stared at her shoes and spent a lot of time reading or writing and liked watching old movies. He'd get weak in the knees for a girl like that.
  • The8/Minghao: I can't really pin down his ideal type. He is a puppy, but at the same time he's very mature, so I feel that he'd be very versatile when it came to girl. He mostly would probably wouldn't care what his girlfriend looked like because he believes that all girls are beautiful in their own way. But if he fell for someone, he would fall hard and fast. You would sweep him off his feet, probably within days, and he wouldn't know what hit him. He might even think he was getting the flu with how lovesick he was feeling. He wouldn't be able to get you off his mind and he would come to the undeniable conclusion - you had captured his heart. You were his ideal type.
  • Seungkwan: He'd want someone sassy. He is the king of sass, and he'd want someone who could at least try and compete with him and his sassy antics. This also means you would have to have a very good sense of humor, because even though he can be very serious, he loves his jokes. He would also need someone to help keep him calm, because he gets very tense and aggravated (especially when asked to do aegyo) and he'd need someone who knows how to calm him with words and simple touches. I also think he'd want his girlfriend to be stylish. Because, let's be honest, out of all the boys I think he'd be the one to most pay attention to what his girlfriend is wearing. So if his girlfriend has a very defined sense of self style and image, he would be very proud to be around her and show her off to everyone.
  • Vernon/Hansol: I feel like he would actually go after a very nerdy girl. On stage he's all "$wag $wag money" but he's actually just a huge dork, so I feel like a nerdy girl would be the perfect match for him. Someone who would watch anime with him and obnoxiously scream the themes, someone who would poke fun at him and not mind being mocked as well. He probably also thinks that glasses are hot, so he would embrace that in a girl. He's got plenty of confidence, he's maybe even a little cocky, so he needs someone who will knock him down a few notches and remember to keep him level headed. He would love someone who's really smart, who can teach him things, someone who's very energetic like himself, very enthusiastic about life. I also feel like he'd be very into just sitting and listening to you talk for hours about what your passionate about - whether it's TV shows, or the book you're reading, or stars - he'd just want to listen because it would give him peace and it would give him a chance to learn more about you.
  • Dino/Chan: He's the little maknae (which nobody will ever forget) so he needs somebody who will balance him. Somebody who can be funny and immature with him when the time is right, but also somebody who can be serious and talk about serious things when he needs that. I also feel that he's still uncertain - he's still young and shaping his confidence, so he needs someone who's not afraid to shower him with compliments to help him boost his confidence over time. He would also need to date someone who shares his interests (dancing, music) but can also introduce him to new ones that you can explore together and use to bond. Overall he needs someone stable. He wouldn't do well at all with someone playing with his feelings, he needs someone to be straight with him (where some of the older boys might like "the chase"). Dino would probably also like someone very girly who wears skirts and has longer hair.
  • AN: yeah so this is the obvious thing so post under kpop, right? sorry if it's kind of all over the place, i tried. i also tried to make it a little more unique than other ones i've seen and i genuinely tried to imagine what each of the boys types are. pls lemme know what you think! <3

rigitwolf  asked:

Ok, I know everyone praises P2 for having a canon gay relationship, But can we talk about how it isn't apex of represantation. I mean, while Jun's great, writers avoided giving him a Shadow. Also his relationship with Tatsuya has pretty much all yaoi cliches of that time (like game can't stop reminding us how feminine Jun is). I think Naoto and Kanji's (and Chie's, in the original) are much realistic and meaningful represantations of gender perspective in Japan.

I agree with some things you have said Anon, but I also think you got a lot of things wrong too, so I’m going to try to adress those things down below in this big post.

Just have in mind that this could be just my own opinion in the matter and I could have made some mistakes or forgotten to mention something, but I really respect your opinion and I will be careful to say anything about the matter.

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xenobladefanboy  asked:

(Part 1) What irritates me quite a bit is that a lot of people just write off Rhajat, Caeldori and Asugi as direct ripoffs of their Awakening counterparts when really, they have their own attributes that give them their own identities (For better or worse). For example, Rhajat doesn't just hate everyone that isn't the avatar, she's just bad at being able to show affections, and Caeldori does more than mope about unrequited love and has more obvious flaws to work on, and Asugi is a lot more fiery

*cracks knuckles*

I 100% agree with you. I know I’ve ranted about this several times already but I can never state this enough. Rhajat is NOT Tharja 2.0. Caeldori is not Cordelia 2.0. (btw, Tsubaki is not “Mandelia”). Asugi is not Gaius 2.0. either.

They are pre incarnations, nods, call them however you want, but not clones. Their personalities, past and the way they interact with other people are different. So, by definition, they are entirely different beings. Let them be their own persons.

I already talked a lot about how Rhajat is kinder/more respectful than Tharja HERE and why Tsubaki is not M!Cordelia HERE, but I don’t think I’ve done it for Caeldori/Cordelia and Asugi/Gaius. So let’s go.

[under the cut because IT’S RIDICULOUSLY LONG]

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anonymous asked:

could you recommend any really good sport au fanfics?

Here are some of my personal favourites! There are so many more though, so feel free to send another ask.

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Summary: The Misadventures of College and finding out your soccer coach is a porn star. In other words: hi, I’m Eren, I like cooked shrimps and stoner metal, reading articles on gluten-free meals and kicking a ball around a 7140 square meter field.

maybe third time isn’t the charm
Summary: How could Levi have known that that dorky freshman he had rejected one year ago could turn into a ridiculously attractive soccer player? He wants those stupid big bright eyes and that wide smile that’s sweeter than crystallized sugar and that glorious butt that he saw when the object of his affections decided to reject him and run away but hey, Levi Ackerman does not give up. He doesn’t lose either.

Knockout
Summary: Eren joins the Keith Shadis Self Defense Academy as part of a deal with Armin. For the rest of the summer he has one-on-one sessions with the district’s best martial artist and captain of the Academy’s elite tournament competitors, Levi. Levi is known for scaring off students with his brutal teaching methods, but in order to become an instructor, he needs to prove that he can hold a student in private lessons. Levi doesn’t want to soften himself in order to get promoted, and Eren doesn’t want to become another cowardly student. Eren plans to become Levi’s first official student. The fat crush he develops on Levi is unplanned, but not entirely unwelcome.

Freedom of the Press
Summary: Eren is just an ordinary college student, wondering how long he can put off his art projects and if it’s possible to live off of only ramen and mac ‘n cheese. Oh, and if his medical alert bracelet is really necessary, because honestly, it shouldn’t be. His part time jobs as a barista and a photographer for a major newspaper help pay the bills, but when he gets assigned the task of photographing the upcoming professional soccer match, he can’t believe his luck. He has been given permission to legally stalk his idol, center forward for the Scouts, Levi Ackerman!
          Levi Ackerman is a famous soccer player, and the object of millions of girls’ and guys’ wet dreams. For Levi, the life of a celebrity is nothing to complain about. He can walk into any bar and leave with his choice of men to take home. And with a sexual appetite that can rival that of a porn star, this is a benefit of stardom he takes full advantage of. The only problem is, it’s hard to keep secrets when constantly under a spotlight. What the world doesn’t know is that he’s gay, and he’s determined to keep it that way. Levi struggles to keep his deep, dark secret out of the public knowledge, but a certain green-eyed brat is making that exceptionally difficult.

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So I’ve been on this kick of watching really bad movies, so I thought, why not try to watch some klaroline scenes? It’d been so long, and girls are still so obsessed with it, that I wanted to check it out again and see if there was an appeal there that had gone unnoticed by me. After all, it couldn’t be as bad as I remember. I was right; It was worse.

The dialogue is downright godawful. I’ve never seen a romance spell out what it is as much as klaroline. Klaus’ character is verbally pitching the idea to us at every turn, literally listing off the reasons Caroline fits the role, “you’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re full of light” And how exactly does he know any of this? Was this during the imaginary time he spent falling in love with her that the writers didn’t bother to show for…reasons? But I’ll get to that later. The writers, when it came to klaroline, didn’t believe in subtly one bit. “So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone whose capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you.” Holy shit, captain obvious is writing this story! Instead of showing us this angle, the writers take the lazy way out and have Klaus tell the audience that this is what the story is, because even the writers realize they’re failing. How bad can this get?

Worse apparently.

Let’s look at all the iconic romantic scenes they have. There’s him giving her his blood–after he bit her. There’s him saving her life–after he stabbed her and bit her on the neck and watched her slowly die. There’s that cringe inducing speech about the hummingbird that only shippers thought wasn’t hilarious. Oh and there’s their sex scene which was a quick hump against a tree that lacked any kind of romance. And here’s a glaring fact that’s always bothered me: Klaroline literally has no beginning. To this day I’m sure the writers have no idea when Klaus spontaneously fell for Caroline. Most love stories have a beginning and an end, and Klaroline only has an ending. 

I don’t even need to get into how gross and abusive the relationship is because the story speaks for itself, so I’ll get into the overall structure. The progression of the relationship was terrible. Nothing about it felt natural. One episode they’re screaming at each other (big shock), and then the next episode it’s like it never happened. Like the writers literally couldn’t remember where they had left off and were too lazy to go back and watch. And boy were their scenes ever repetitive. Flirt, rejection, fight, roll credits annnnd reuse. Every scene is Klaus rambling about himself and not giving a shit about what Caroline is into.

But let’s get to probably the worst part of this story: the character assassination. Caroline and Klaus were my favorite characters before their first big scene. You would think finding out your fave male and fave female were getting together would be awesome, but no, no, no. In order for Klaroline to happen, their characters had to be stripped of everything that made them worth watching. Caroline, who had finally come into her own and turned into a brave, strong woman, was now shrieking in every episode and obsessing over the men in her life (and her awesome relationship with Stefan vanished), and let’s not forget the prom dress scenario. What happened to a wounded Care telling Stefan, “I’m not girly little Caroline anymore.” And then there’s Klaus…dear God, Klaus. Remember the villain who showed up at the end of season 2, who had followers, who had Katherine running for hundreds of years? Wasn’t that fun? Instead let’s have him talk about hummingbirds, paint ponies and snowflakes, follow around a seventeen year old girl like a lost puppy dog, get outwitted by newbie vamps, and come across like a generally pathetic stalker who shows love by shoving a lamp in your gut. Now doesn’t that sound like a great character! I will say, these characters have made a recovery, but them being on separate shows had to happen in order to achieve this. Not a coincidence.

In short: Klaroline is insulting to my brain as a human being, adult, woman, and a writer. It’s the kind of storyline you expect a teenage girl to be writing in her notepad that never sees the light of day. I’m just sincerely relieved to know it’s dead.

anonymous asked:

PT 2 - so slow? i need to find a way to ease myself into learning again, but it's so exhausting. is there any way you'd suggest going about this? it sounds like you just threw yourself into anatomy over the course of about a year, which is incredible and really impressive, but i don't know that it's something i can imitate. how would you suggest getting a better grasp on color theory and stylization of anatomy, in particular? sorry this is in two parts, i hope it isn't any bother. take care!

Entire question for those reading:

hiya! your stuff is mindblowingly gorgeous, i just now came across your work and you’re incredibly talented, especially considering your age! without getting too personal/into TMI territory, i was wondering if you’d be willing to give some advice - due to depression and other illnesses, i’ve been practically nonfunctional in most aspects of my life for a couple of years now. what i’d like to know is, i guess, how would you recommend someone go about improving in art when they have to take it so slow? i need to find a way to ease myself into learning again, but it’s so exhausting. is there any way you’d suggest going about this? it sounds like you just threw yourself into anatomy over the course of about a year, which is incredible and really impressive, but i don’t know that it’s something i can imitate. how would you suggest getting a better grasp on color theory and stylization of anatomy, in particular? sorry this is in two parts, i hope it isn’t any bother. take care!

Thank you! And always remember that you don’t have to stress about learning at your own pace- you’re not less of an artist if it takes you a few extra months or years to grasp a concept or to gain skills.   

For your question now: I’d recommend setting a small goal of drawing a figure a day- or just focusing on sketching a few hands, ears, noses, torsos, whatever- and slowly increasing the amount you draw as time goes on.  If you forget or neglect to draw on one day, don’t let it get to you, and just keep drawing the next day.  People say you have to draw every single day for eight hours a day to be a great artist, but in all honesty it won’t kill you to skip a day.  On another note, draw people that interest you.  Literally the only reason why I wasn’t bored out of my mind studying anatomy was because I wasn’t technically studying anatomy, I was just drawing people that fascinated me and taking small mental notes of their shapes and proportions.  Sometimes I would see a girl or a guy and think, man I gotta put this on paper (not sure where this sensation comes from, but I’ve been noticing it more and more as the years have gone by).

I don’t think I’ll talk about color theory just yet, but if you want to stylize anatomy it’s a good idea to think about two things in particular: 

1, look at the work of artists you admire (that stylize their work).  What makes their figures so pleasing to you, where is your eye drawn, and what aspects of their drawings would you like to adopt?  It can be something as major as overall gesture and energy of their figures, or something as small as the way they sketch fingers.  Maybe theres some softness, or snap, or attitude, or sensualness to the people they depict that you’d like to emulate- consider copying of their work (obviously don’t tell anyone it’s yours) and paying attention as you copy to see what you absorb.  

2, watch people around you in real life (or use pictures if you’d like) and note what interests you about them.  Keep the little things in mind: the way their hair glints in sunlight, the way they slightly lean to one side when they talk to someone they’re comfortable with, the face they make when they’re happy-surprised versus disappointed-surprised, so on and so forth.  You don’t have to throw all of your observations into your art immediately, of course, but when you realize that there are a lot of very minute (and at times indescribable) things that make us seem more human, it gradually makes it easier to stylize and to express little pieces of humanity in your art, and people will begin to connect with it and feel genuine emotions when they look at your works.  

For now, just see if you can get in a sketchbook page or two a day; and take some time to look at people, whether they’re living and breathing, or filtered through the eyes of an artist.  You’ll get some valuable knowledge from these small exercises, and you’ll notice some improvement in due time.