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Interview With @danaterrace by  Fulle Circle Magazine

Storyboard Artist, Animator and Director Dana Terrace stops by Fülle Circle to discuss the race cars, lasers and aeroplanes that may or not be in her next big project (with Showrunner Matthew Youngberg and Co-Producer/Head Writer Frank Angones), Disney XD’s nostalgic return to Duckburg in a reimagining of the 1987 series, DuckTales. We also discuss Gravity Falls, her childhood obsession with cats, the appeal of Carl Barks, and her advice for aspiring animators.  

Jason Anders: Do you remember the first cartoon you fell in love with as a kid?
Dana Terrace: I had always watched cartoons as a kid, but the first thing I obsessed over was Pokémon. It was 1999, I was eight years old, and I wanted a furry friend with magical powers to beat people up for me. I watched everything else but I never missed a new Pokémon episode. I didn’t know what an animator was, but I knew “I want to do that - whatever it is.”
JA: What first influenced you to start drawing and what were your favorite things to draw?
DT: I don’t know when I started. I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil. What encouraged me to continue was that every time I sat down with a marker and pad of paper the adults would leave me alone. I was an anti-social kid so when I discovered this trick I used it as much as I could.
I was big into cats. Every character was either a cat or a cat-girl in a dress being chased by ghosts and dinosaur ghosts. One of my favorite drawings from 1998 shows a cat-girl swinging by a vine over a pit of lava, and the cat is saying “this SUKS” (suks crossed out twice and rewritten in all caps).

JA: Was DuckTales a show that you were into as a kid?
DT: Nope! I never watched it until I was hired onto the show. I watched a bunch of episodes for study but had a hard time with the relationship between Webby and the triplets. It felt hateful and mean. That’s something I love about the writers on our show, they treat Webby like one of the kids and make her a joy to board! Besides that, I’ve read a lot of Carl Barks/Don Rosa comics. Those are just delightful.

I feel like I should add a caveat: Though I didn’t grow up with the original show, literally everyone else on the crew did - all of the writers, board artists, designers, directors, etc. They are very aware of keeping the “spirit” of the show intact. I just wanted to work on a show with cute animals going on adventures.

JA: Where are you from originally?
DT: I’m from New Haven County in Connecticut. Then I was in NYC for four years to go to college.
JA: Is college a path you’d encourage for those who want to pursue a career in animation?
DT: My time at School of Visual Arts was a mix of experiences. It wasn’t perfect. I made some great friends there and they had the facilities I needed to make my own short films. However, I found the program lacking in actual knowledge of how the industry works. Many of the teachers hadn’t worked in the industry for over twenty years and were very out of the loop with how things worked. Of course there were exceptions; I had some amazing animation/layout teachers and a couple of figure-drawing teachers who completely changed the way I approached drawing. But because we were so far away from LA studios it was hard for us to imagine what an active professional looked like. I learned a lot from my peers, online tutorials, and students from CalArts and Gobelins that I would talk to in forums.

I don’t want to discourage anyone from doing anything just because of my singular experience. It all comes down to the individual. Some people have amazing experiences in school, I didn’t. Art school isn’t for everyone, especially those in financial straights, but there are alternatives! There are a million online classes students can take that offer a solid animation education by current working professionals at a fraction of the cost. It takes a lot of hard work and dedication to strike out on your own but it isn’t impossible. I hope students look at both options very carefully to decide what’s best for them!

JA: How did you land a job working on Gravity Falls, and what was your immediate reaction to the offer?
DT: It was strange! I hadn’t watched Gravity Falls before they contacted me and sent a storyboarding test. Someone on the crew found my Tumblr and liked my drawings enough to email me! I did the test and they immediately wanted to bring me on as a revisionist. At the same time I was waiting to hear back from Steven Universe for a position. I was leaning more towards SU, I was a fan of Rebecca Sugar ever since I saw her films at SVA, but they took too long to reply and I needed a job so I half-heartedly accepted Gravity Falls’ offer. I think it turned out alright.
JA: What is your fondest memory of working on Gravity Falls?
DT: There are so many good memories on Gravity Falls - drinking with the crew and playing Smash Bros., drunkenly playing Smash Bros. with the crew, etc.
One memory I go back to is storyboarding on “Dipper and Mabel Vs the Future.” There was a scene where Mabel is sadly looking through her scrapbook while Stan attempts to cheer her up. It was a real “father/daughter” kind of moment and, having lost my own father around Mabel’s age, I poured my heart into it. I don’t know how much of that came out in the finished animation, especially after some things were cut for time, but it was the first time I didn’t get notes from my director. If I went back I’d change a million things, but I remember being very satisfied and proud at that moment. JA: How did the opportunity of working on the new DuckTales present itself?
DT: The Line Producer for DuckTales was also LP for season two of Gravity Falls. When she heard I was looking for work in November 2015 she hit me up! I was originally offered a boarding position, but I had just finished boarding for a few projects that left a bad taste in my mouth. So I took a chance and asked if they had a director’s position open. Fortunately, they did - and even more fortunately, they were desperate enough to try me out!
JA: What do you love most about DuckTales, both the new and original show?
DT: I can’t say much about the original show, but I’m a big fan of the Carl Barks comics. What I love the most is the way he drew Scrooge and Donald. Their closed-eye designs were so cute and their smiles so appealing. Happily, we’ve integrated some of those Barks-isms into our designs.
I feel so biased talking about the show I worked on. Of course I love it! The scripts are funny, the characters have depth, and best of all Webby has an actual goddamn personality besides “girl”. She’s my favorite character to work with. I think people will appreciate what we’ve done with her.

JA: What can we expect from the new series?
DT: Same as the old; really cute animal characters going on adventures, but with a little more personality for the kids and a little more depth for every character all-around. I think people will like it!
JA: What is your all-time favorite piece of animation?
DT: If you’re talking about animation as in “which piece of pure context-less piece of art do I like”, I go back to the scene in Ghost in the Shell when Major Kusanagi’s arms are being ripped apart while trying to defeat a terrorist robot, or the marching parade in Paprika, or just the little looped GIFs made by talented friends like Jeff Liu, Spencer Wan and Toniko Pantoja.
Just for the sake of narrowing it down, my favorite animated movie is Princess Mononoke. It’s stunning, heart-breaking and otherworldly. Without fail I start crying ten minutes into the film every time. I’m awful to watch it with. JA: What inspires you?
DT: The inevitability of death! Before I die I want to make sure I put 120% into my passion.
JA: What advice would you give to artists who are just starting out and trying to get their foot in the door?
DT: I say this all the time: DRAW! Draw every goddamn day. Or write every day, if that’s your thing, and show your work to people, online and offline. Learn how to take critique and never let yourself hide behind “styles”. That’s how amateur artists stay amateurs. If you want to get into animation it will behoove you to be versatile. At the end of the day, the quality of your work is all that matters.
JA: How would you describe yourself in three words?
DT: Very. Tired. UUUGHHH.

Can I Kiss It Twice? (Simon D x Reader)

Requested by anon. I got way too into it and it got super long so I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by huckleberryb

You went to Korea just for vacation, you’re friend was Korean and she invited you to spend christmas with her, she couldn’t travel back to US. You felt bad so you decided to go and keep her company, she took you to a club, it was those hood underground clubs that rap battles took place. You were very good at rapping and you were always going to those type of things. You started listening on one battle, you didn’t like their flow, you found it amateur, so when the MC got cocky and asked if anyone wants to against him, your hand was up in the air.

“You? A foreigner? do you even understand what i’m saying?”

You didn’t care what he was saying, you just pulled your hood over your head and took the mic. You whispered the beat you wanted to the Dj and turned to the arrogant smilling guy. Like you said before, he was an amateur, he tried to hard to sound hood and manly, his flow was weak.

“Are you done?”

You asked before you started. You were known to be pretty intimitading, so when the strong beat started to play and you got all up on his face, pointing fingers and even giving him a light push at the end, he had completely lost it. You could see it in his eyes, even though he barely got what you said, he knew his back was against the wall.

“That’s how you do it, child”

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People started to notice, you started adding Korean to your lyrics- thanks to the long lessons your friend gave you-. That’s all how you met hoody, she came to congratulate you for a win. You liked her, she looked sincere and nice, she didn’t try to be someone else, she was owning what she could do. you decided to permanently move there and work as an english teacher while going underground. A Trinidadian girl trying to make it big in a foreign country.

After a while Brand new wanted to meet you, they were considering signing you up. You tried for so many years to suceed in America, now you were getting in k-hiphop with full speed. Of course you agreed and you were officially under a label, a well known label with so many different rappers.

San E took you under his wing, he helped you produce and get to know others, since you were from the US he knew how difficult it could be, and you were very thankfull.But your favorite person was Hoody. Around the time you got singed up she got singed up to AOMG, the most hot label right now, with the hottest members. because of hoody you got to be around them very often, so fo course you started getting interested in one of them.You had your eyes on Simon from day one, your friend and hoody liked to tease you about it.

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“What if I say something bad?”

“It won’t be the first time”

Your friend Yumi replied, earning a slap on the hand from Hyun-jung. She smiled at you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

“You will be fine. Just relax and be yourself”

“…. so which one? I can’t do both”

She gigled and hugged you. You hugged her back and Yumi joined in on the hug.

“Good luck baby”

“Thank you”

It was your first interview on television. You were very excited when they asked you to be in Happy together, you would be sitting next to so many accomplished rappers. Jessi, San E, Cjamm just to name a few.

“(y/n) so you are completely foreign right?”

“Yes”

“Is it hard for you to date here? How do guys approach you?”

“Well I haven’t had a relationship here, In all honesty it’s kind of my fault cause my standars are very tricky”

“Who is your ideal type, so we can get what you are talking about?”

You were already starting to blush. You were a very strong headed and defensive, a lot of guys found your personality too much to handle.

“I don’t want to say”

“Come on, just like no one is around”

Jessi teased you. You had met her before and you got along pretty well, she was like you were looking at yourself, both of you very strong, aggressive, american style women.

“I mean… Simon D is a very handsome man”

“You went straight for the head”

The MC teased you for your choice. You laughed trying to hide your embarrassment, but you proceeded to explain

“Why Simon D? why not Jay park?Wouldn’t it be easier because of he lived in America?”

“Jay is a good guy but Simon D is very… intense and strong. I like a man that can control my attitude”

“So you want someone to have a fist fight with you?”

“Pretty much, also Zico is another choice"You added, on a desperate attempt to take the lights off from Simon D.”
He had mentioned her on an intervie before"

Cjamm jumped in. Everyone turned to him, you didn’t even know that.

“Really?”

“Yeah he said you were very close to his ideal type”

“It’s a match, Zico you’re in”

San E loudly spoke, clapping with a big smile. You laughed at his silly face and continued with your interview.

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It wasn’t like Kiseok hasn’t noticed you, you were pretty hard to miss. He liked you too, he thought you were a very sexy woman, I mean you were performing in tight clothes and all kinds of sexy stuff, your video clips were always showing your best assets, your rapping skills, your beautiful face and the curvy body you proudly showed off, but he wasn’t sure about you. You wanted a serious relationship, he didn’t know if he could commit or even make it work, you were a hot head like him, aggressive like him, two strong personalities were meant to crush.

Jay was getting tired. He wanted this to be done already, he was done with Kiseok whinning and with you looking at Simon like a losy puppy. So he took matters into his own hands. He got Zico to the studios when you and Simon where there

“Hey! look who came”

Jay said and you all turned to the door to see Jiho walk in. He looked great, all styled up and a smile on his face

“I see there’s an addition to the group”

He said looking at you. You smirked and streched your hand over to him

“(y/n)”

“Jiho”

He got your hand and gave you a kiss on the hand, you blushed like crazy. He looked back at you and smirked

“Can I kiss it twice?”

He gave it a kiss again. You giggled and he took a seat next to you, his cologne consuming you. Jay was proud of him, he already had the plan going great, Kiseok was so close to making smoke come out of his ears. You and Jiho talked for everything. From photoshoots to rhymes, from styling to daily life hacks. You laughed and touched him a bunch of times, you were into the conversation, you could tell by the way your arms were moving while you spoke.

“(y/n) can I talk to you?”

Kiseok interrupted your conversation right when Jiho wrapped his arm over your shoulders. He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just took your hand and pulled you to his studio, closing and locking the door behind him.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

You asked, you were confused. He looked straight at you, his anger level rising every second. he runned a hand through his hair because of the frustration. He looked down and let out a sarcastic chuckle

“God you make me go crazy, You were all over Jiho ‘oh you’re so smart’ 'you look so good’ 'you’re so talented”

He mocked your voice. You started getting angry too, how dare he asking for a excuse when you were nothing to him.You took a step closer and pushed his shoulder back

“Why do you care? I can do whatever the fuck I want”

“The hell you can”

“Oh really? and why not?”

“Cause I like you”

It slipped out. He didn’t control himself before he said it, he clapped a hand over his mouth but it was already too late. It was out, his feeling swere known. You looked at him dumbfounded, just blinking with your mouth open, silence taking over you.

“Are they fucking?”

Jay asked Gray who was spying from the lock. They had all gathered behind the door, curious to know what will happen

“I like you too”

You managed to say. It was like a weight was lifted off from his shoulders, hew as so happy that he brought you closer and gave you an open mouth kiss on your full lips.

“They’re kissing”

“Ha! told ya! you owe me dinner”

Hyun jung said to loco, who huffed and nodded

You just kept going, as his hands went down your butt you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him, feeling the adrenaline rush mixed with pleasurre was the best type of feeling.

“Stop, no fucking in the studio”

Jay yelled through the door. You giggled at him and looked at Kiseok, getting down from him.

“I want an oscar”

Zico yelled. That was when you realised that this was a set up, and the big head behind this was clearly

“Jay you piece of shit”

You exlaimed as you heard his loud laugh. KIseok pulled your head closer to his  and gave you a light peck, totally different from the kiss you shared before.

“No more flirting with Zico”

“No pormises hyung, who can resist to this?”

a sneak peak of my fic for @runcharityzine, which you should all go check out!!!


Yachi turns her head to look at Kiyoko, taking in the blush of her cheeks, the stray hairs plastered to her forehead. With a soft smile, Yachi links their arms together instead, resting her head on Kiyoko’s shoulder. It doesn’t give the warmth either desire, but the touch is enough to ward off things left unsaid, to defuse what tension lingers in the silence between them.

“Do you want to stop for coffee?” Kiyoko asks as they pass through the streets, steps lazy and slow, so much unlike the men and women running past with jackets pulled over head, anxious to beat the storm.

“Doesn’t that beat the purpose of going for a run?” Yachi questions, tilting her chin to look up at Kiyoko, who shakes her head.

“The purpose was to spend time with you,” Kiyoko explains. “I didn’t expect the rain to get this bad.”

As if to make point of her words, the clouds rumble, thunder groaning over their heads, creaking like buildings in the winter or ladders unsteady. Yachi laughs, airy and faint, blinking water droplets from her eyes as the downpour grows stronger.

“I stand corrected,” Kiyoko muses. “We should probably head home.”

GET TO KNOW ME TAG :)

I was tagged on Wednesday by @xxprincessjewelsxx and obviously me being lazy like always forgot to do it then. and since I now have 200 followers I might just do this for getting tagged and for 200 followers. the rules are that you have to answer 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you want to know better…

Nickname? Al because it’s short for Alex

gender? female

star sign? libra

height? I don’t know I think I’m just over 5′’5′(I think I did that right-I failed at maths)

time right now? 20:32pm

last thing I googled? cinema ticket prices for beauty and the beast

favourite bands? mostly destiny’s child

favourite solo artists? Beyoncé

song stuck in your head? beauty and the beats-belle

last movie I watched? the beauty and the beast re-make which was amazing!

last TV show I watched? game of thrones

when did you create your blog? December 2015 I think…

what kind of stuff do you post? voltage cuz why not…

when did your blog reach it’s peak? when I reached 200 followers :)

do you have any other blogs? no but I want to create a photography one- I’m not sure though…

do you get asks regularly? pfft no. I don’t write fanfics/headcanons

why did you choose your URL? I don’t know, I cant remember!

following? 848 amazing blogs

posts? I’m not sure but I clearly need to post more!

Hogwarts house? I don’t know I’ve never really been into Harry Potter

pokemon team? I don’t know I’ve never liked pokemon-no offence

favourite colours? turquoise mostly

average hours of sleep? my sleep schedule is messed up so I’m not sure

lucky numbers? 18, 19 and 20

favourite characters? kyohei rikudoh, mamoru kishi, yamato kougami, issei sezaki, clyde hughes, chance valentine, hades, basically all the Disney characters- accept from snow white and robin hood, chris- from choices-visual novel, I cant think of any more…

what are you wearing right now? a hoodie and leggings…

how many blankets do you sleep with? 1

dream job? something to do with children…

dream trip? Disneyland Paris-even though I have been there 3 times and it’s only 6 hours to get to by boat..

and because I have 200 followers I’m going to add one more question. btw no one needs to answer it on their post. but are you sarcastic? yes I am very sarcastic and it gets me in trouble-I get told off for it by my parents and my friends…

so I’m tagging @chibikkoi, @smallcaty, @cathynguyen377, @vltotome, @otome17xoxo, @darkangel531, @otomecrazy17, @scorpioslover, @mysilversixx, @passwor11, @voltagematsu, @bondmeganbond, @princessamyb, @xheartless1x, @annabellelebron, @queencerina, @otomerella, @otomegameslover520, @voltagemarveliceprincess, @otomesanada sorry if you have done this already!!!

Things I want in KH3

NOT ROMANCE.

Seriously, about the only thing I can get behind is some SoRiKai.  Like, outside of that, I really can’t get behind anything canon.  Fanfiction is another story.  But I’m talking canon KH3 here everyone.

What do I want to see instead? Friendships! If Sora’s going to be a friend to everyone, let’s see it.  Let’s not ONLY harp on his friendship with Riku, either.  Like, that’s been done to death.  I don’t want to see it thrown to the wayside, but I don’t want to be beat over the head with it anymore.  Or, rather, I JUST WANT TO SEE MORE THAN THAT.

I want to see Sora and Kairi being the friends that they are–having grown up on the Islands together for nearly all of their lives. 

I want to see Sora talking to Namine and actually thanking her and understanding what all it is that she did.  I want to see him forgive her and the two of them to go on and be friends.

I want Sora and Roxas and Ven to all be friends and kick butt together.  Plus, some snarky comebacks and some practical jokes, anyone?

I want Xion to get in on that snarky comeback action, too!

I want to see Namine and Kairi be BFFs.  Heck, have Namine, Kairi, and Xion all be BFFs.  They’re all badass girls in their own way.  Let it show! Let them all look up to Aqua and Aqua to be all bashful about it.  Because that’s how she is.

Let me see Riku and Kairi’s friendship! They grew up together too!

Can I see some Riku and Namine friendship? Some Riku and Xion friendship?

Can I see Roxas, Axel, and Xion being friends again?

Can I see some more of Kairi giving Axel shit but eventually just allowing him to be a Keyblade wielder too without too much grief? Or maybe she can just keep giving him grief.  He can handle some payback. 

Can I see Axel and Namine come to terms with everything that went down at CO? And the two of them moving beyond that for the greater good?

Can I see everyone’s reactions to Terra? And have them not be bland “Oh, well, you’re not Xehanort so it’s fine” or hateful: “You were possessed by Xehanort you must die.”  I want to see depth behind what happened to Terra!

I want Kairi and Roxas to have moments where they’re fighting alongside each other and they realize just how much they both like kicking butt loudly.

I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED ON THE FF CHARACTERS!

Give me Aerith and Tifa being moms to Kairi, Namine, and Xion like we all talk about Cloud and Leon being dads to Sora, Roxas, etc. 

GIVE ME ZACK FAIR.  (Not actually necessary, but it’d be nice.)

On that vein, give me Rinoa.  She’d be a BAMF mom and teach Kairi and Namine how to fight with and without magic.  Tifa can show Kairi some good light stuff.  Aerith… oh my Aerith. 

I know, I know… I’m probably asking for way more than I’ll actually get.  But I want to see more than flat friendships that are alluded to more than they’re shown.  I want to see more than just a choice few friendships.  All of these characters have the potential to become friends with each other, and I don’t want to see things shoved aside so that we can focus more on Sora/Riku/Roxas. 

I want to see my girls.  I want to see them be friends with each other and I want them to be friends with the boys, too.  I don’t want them to be reduced to the prize at the end for the boys. 

No, I don’t want to feel a thing. I don’t want to feel anything. Not tonight. So I do away with my bad habits and I’m alive again. The irony of this whole thing, the funniest part is that once this whole thing is over– I’ll be thinking about it daily and even more often than so. When I said I don’t want to feel a thing, I meant my heart might beat for you, but tonight… tonight it beats for me and my eye sight is getting all fuzzy and I’m listening to Eden sing his sad songs about drugs and lost love and I can finally understand the lyrics because I’ve been exhausted with living in my own head. I’m so tired of being this way. Why not give myself a brand new brush tonight? Why not jump out of my body, I can use a new scare. My heart rate isn’t acting right, I guess it reads poetry too. My hands aren’t listening because I’ve been telling it to stop, but I’m still writing and I never loved myself enough to stop my own torture. I’m stripping my skin, taking out every cell that has injured someone’s emotions and I’m burning it. I’m burning it inside of my head and I’m a loose leaf piece of paper, won’t you write on it? I have a confession. I’m addicted to feeling something and nothing at the same time. I have a secret to tell. I’m addicted to love and I’m running out of ways to say my, I wish we worked something out. I have my arms open and I’ve wanted to tell you for some time now– I miss you in my arms, but we’re something only strangers could love. The breeze is back and I’m high again. The night is back and I’m on the moon again. The music is back on and I’ve never been one to dance, but tonight my fingers dance inside of this poem and I’ve been meaning to ask myself why I hate myself so damn much, but I write these long prose pieces and they no longer make sense and they don’t but you still love it, but I guess what I’m trying to say here or find here is what is it about me? What’s in this fucking poetry that you love so much? Why can’t I stop writing? I’m on auto pilot and I’ve been living a lie because my heart hurts and I’ve been digging my own holes, but my heart is quiet and I’m screaming, but I’m whispering for you to come back to me– but you can’t hear me and you’re just a stranger and I’m just me… If this is really goodbye, I’m sorry to have touched your thoughts, but if your heart meant every word, I would like you to know– that these past few days, I’ve been kissing your thoughts and only yours. I’m kinda screwed and we’re kinda fucked. I’m kinda done and this isn’t finished, this isn’t a poem, or hell… I don’t know anymore it might be. My story doesn’t have enough words and this book doesn’t have any chapters… my poems, they never rhyme, but I’m still all out of time. I wrote my first poem when I was 13. It was a love letter that no one returns. I found myself set on fire at the age of 17 and to this day, I’m still burning with nightingale wings and stardust flowing through my veins. You once said that the universe whispered us into existence, but I’m still here without you and I’ve tried to find love, but I’m a fucking mess sometimes. I take painkillers to avoid the pain. It wasn’t because my hand was broken, the pain of a broken bone compared to shit when it came to a broken heart and I no longer love you and if we ever got back together… nothing good would could out of it. Plus you’re happy and I’m somewhat inside of my feelings to know that this is good for you because when you loved me you cared for me more than I did to myself and baby, every night before I sleep into empty dreams, I still wish you were next to me. I fell in love with my junior college professor because she had a love for words that even I couldn’t match. She said free write until your heart feels right and baby, I’ve been writing until my heart breaks right and I’ve been loving until my heart breaks even and I’ve been meaning to say these words are all yours and they were never mine to begin with because if you never kissed my lips with such poems–
—  I would have never became this kind of sad poetry.

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Best headphones for listening to drama cds?

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I could talk about headphones for ages, but I’m assuming you probably want the shortened version of my spiel on recommended headphones (for listening to drama CDs and things in general.)

Thus, without further ado:

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One Last Dance

“Come on, one dance.” Stiles begs me, but I shake my head, staying my butt at the table, I feel ridiculous in this prom dress, the heels digging into my skin, as I tap my hand against the decorated table to the beat of the music.

I didn’t dance, that wasn’t my thing,  but Stiles over here and begging me like this, I hate to admit it but it made me want to grab his awaiting hand and go out there for awhile.

“No, Stiles, I don’t feel like dancing right now.” I say, as I grab the fruity punch, raising it to my lips.

“Well, you look really beautiful, tonight.” He says softly, as he sits next to me, and I stare at him, my heart doing little flip flops off rhythm as I smile lightly at his words.

I scan my brown eyes down his tux, he does look very handsome tonight, but ever since I got back from the trip to find my mother, the desert wolf things hadn’t been right between us, especially when he found out Theo had tagged along.

I didn’t even want to come to the prom I was so upset about the things I had found out about my mother, all leads were dead, and I really just wanted to kill her at this point, get it over with, so I never have to be reminded of her and what she did to my only family.

“All I’m saying is one last dance, Malia, and then I’ll let you walk away, if that’s what you want.” He whispers, as he sticks out his hand, and I look back at his hand, and then into his face, I see the hidden pain in his eyes, but his mouth smiles softly towards me. The truth is, I didn’t want to walk away, I never wanted to end things with him, we were just in a bad place, in a bad time, but now things should be better, so why weren’t they?

I look up into Stiles’s brown eyes, looking for the answers, but all I feel towards him is that same tug of love I felt in eichen house when I took a chance and kissed him, and he kissed me back, so why not take a risk now?

I gently reach out and grab his hand, and I almost feel his sigh in relief in my bones, as I stand up, smoothing out my black dress, he twists me around so that I’m facing him, and we walk onto the florescent lit dance floor.

As soon as we depart to the dance floor, the music changes, a soft ballad.

“Something about you
It’s like an addiction
Hit me with your best shot honey.”

I look up into Stiles brown eyes, their gleaming, as he pulls me closer to his chest, his left hand intertwining with mine, as I wrap my arm around his neck, holding him closer to me, his warmth sends shivers up my spine. He grabs our intertwined hands, holding them close to his beating heart, and I lean my head into the soft crook of his neck, we sway back and forth.

“And you keep coming back, coming back again
Keep running round, running round, running round my head.”

His heart beat changes from slow to fast in one second, as I close my eyes, counting each beat it feels so good to be close to him as I am now, I hadn’t really thought about this in a long time, how much I missed his warm body intertwining with mine, keeping me warm on the coldest of nights, how much I missed him while I was away, this is the only time I allow myself to think about that, as his thumb brushes against my knuckles.

“And there’s certain things that I adore
And there’s certain things that I ignore
But I’m certain that I’m yours
Certain that I’m yours
Certain that I’m yours.”

I finally allow myself to look up from his neck, his brown eyes are so filled with love as he gazes down at me, and I find myself memorized by them, I can’t look away, as I think about the song lyrics that just came into my ears. I’m certain that I’m yours. I was, I know Stiles and I love each other, I know we will always protect each other, what’s broken can be fixed.

I feel tears in my eyes, and Stiles pulls me closer, his thumbs resting against my cheek bones.

“Shh, no crying on prom night.” He jokes lightly, as he brushes a soft tear from my eye, and I laugh quietly, as more light tears flow down my cheeks, he didn’t understand, I want to try again.

“I l-love you.” I choke out, and his brown eyes widen, but their soon relaxed, as he smiles wide, nodding his head.

“I thought we agreed not to act like a cliche couple.” He whispers, as he sets his lips down on mine, and I know he was saying he loved me too, I kiss him back, as I wrap my hands around his neck, and he pulls me closer by my waist, I gently run my fingers through his hair, and he deepens the kiss, slowly, we break apart, breathing hard, I brush my nose against his.

“I’m surprised you didn’t stomp on my feet.” I joke lightly, and he laughs, closing his eyes.

“I.. actually picked up some dancing classes.” He says in a serious tone, as he opens his eyes, and I stare at him surprised.

“Wow, my boyfriend learning to dance.” I say, as I poke him lightly in the ribs.

He smiles at me, as he brushes my cheek with the pad of his thumb, and I feel the warmth from his body radiating off me, and I smile back at him.

Suddenly his face turns somber, as he stares at me.

“If you ever want to talk about your mom.” He starts to say, but I lean in and kiss his cheek softly.

“Tonight, I promise.” I say, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment with the details of my estranged mother.

“Does that mean you’re coming over?” He asks, and he can’t hide the dorky smile on his face.

I smooth back his hair from his eyes, nodding my head.

“Yes, I’m coming over.” I say, as I wrap my arms around his neck again, and he holds me again by the waist, we sway back and forth until the end of the night.

Don’t Wanna Break || Open

Oliver had an eventful week, some high some lows, but ultimately he found himself wondering if he could keep hold of who he was before coming to the tower. He sat on the couch in the common’s area, his knees pulled up to his chest as his eyes were glossed over. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out a way to beat this place. To remain the same Oliver who was free from this life. But all signs showed that he’d lose himself, become hard towards others and end up just doing things to survive. Most of all he couldn’t help but feel utterly alone again.

He noticed the couch shift, meaning someone had sat next to him. He blinked a couple of times before turning his head towards the person. “If you want to lay down I can move,” he said in a blank tone. “I’m just thinking.”

Have you ever met someone who made you feel special. Made you feel like you’re worth something. Maybe you fell for his eyes or that cheap cologne he’s always wearing, but you just felt attached for some reason. He tells you how he misses you, how he gets jealous, how he can’t wait to see you again. And you hold on more and more. He hugs you tight, kisses your head, and calls you his “only”. Now you’re holding on so tight that your nails cut your palms. And when you want him the most, he cuts you loose. And without warning, he’s gone. Now all those feelings of importance and being special turn into self-hatred. You beat yourself up trying to figure out what you could’ve done wrong. You obsess over every little thing. And above all, you feel stupid for caring so much when he never did. I hope he knows that he broke me. I hope he knows that he made me feel something that didn’t even exist between us. And i hope he knows that while I see how happy another girl is making him feel, that I’ll be here with cut palms still holding onto him.

What If

Summary: You were on a trip in Vegas with Ashton, Calum, Michael, and Luke. The trip came to a climax once you woke up in the wrong bed…the bed of your best friend, Ashton.

I woke up to the sun blinding me through the sheer curtains of the hotel room. My head drummed to its own beat, and the mere pain of my headache caused me to snap my eyes closed. I didn’t want to wake up, not like this. My body felt like I just came back from the Olympics, but I couldn’t understand why for the life of me. It was all…blank. The last thing I remember was entering the casino with Ashton, Michael, Luke, and Calum. Oh my god. Ashton.

I felt sudden movements beside me. I knew what I would find if I looked over, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I didn’t want to admit that I may have or may not have slept with my best friend. Somehow, I always knew Ashton was more than a best friend to me. I just did not think waking up next to him was the way we would both come to this realization.

My worst fear came to life once I actually saw him laying there. His mouth was open as he lightly snored. His eyes were clamped shut. The tranquil expression on his face was my undoing.

There was nothing I could do to change things. Whatever happened last night happened. I couldn’t decide whether or not that was a good thing for us. This one night had the possibility to make or break our friendship. Something so sacred was close to slipping from my fingertips…

My heart was racing, and the thought of losing Ashton was running ramped through my mind. I crept from beneath the bed sheets. I put on my jeans and one of his shirts. He won’t miss it. Just as I was about to put on my boots, I heard the bed springs creak. I halted I my steps.

“Y/N?”

I spun around on my tip-toes. “Hey, Ash. About time you woke up. I was going to jump on your bed and wake you up, so we can head down to the buffet together.”

He rubbed his eye and yawned. “You just came in here?”

“Uh huh,” I lied.

He looked to the left side of the bed. My spot was unmade, and I internally smacked myself for being so stupid. Thank God I have no reason to ever rob a bank. Knowing me, I would get caught red-handed. We stared at each with unspoken words. Although he didn’t say it, I felt his subtle urge to call me out.

“Y/N, we’re friends. Right?” He asked.

“Of course we are, Ash.”

“Then why are you lying to me like I can’t tell when you’re not being truthful? I know you more than I know myself.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what happened last night. I’m afraid of what I-we might have done. You’re my best guy friend. I don’t wanna mess that up. Not now or ever.”

“What makes you think we did something last night?”

“I’m hung over. It was a bad idea to drink anyway. I always get myself into reckless situations like this.” He looked taken aback. “I didn’t mean that, but you have to admit this is a bit crazy.”

He chuckled. “None of this is crazy. Y/N, we didn’t do anything last night.”

“What?”

“You drank a lot, that much is true. I never did. We never slept together. You were too intoxicated to make it to your room, so I let you sleep in here with me. That’s all that happened.”

“So, how do you explain me being half naked?”

He smirked. “I wanted you to be comfortable. “ The smirk disappeared from his angelic face. “On a more serious note, you should know that I would never take an advantage of you even in my befuddled state.”

That hit me harder than I expected it to. He’s right. He would be a gentleman unlike some guys. As his best friend, I can’t believe I thought otherwise.

I smiled brightly at him. Then I skipped back over to the bed and hopped in beside him. He kissed my forehead, enclosing his arms around me. I played with the frayed edges of my jeans.

“What if we had slept together?” I don’t know why, but I found myself asking the outrageous question.

“Then I would have done something that has been on my list for a lifetime.”
I looked up at him in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack…You already knew.” He hid his face from me. The blush fanned across his cheeks told me all that I needed to know.

“I didn’t. If I had then maybe we would be together by now.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “I always thought you wanted to stay friends especially when you tried to sneak out of my bed without waking me.”

“Well, I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

“What we have is indestructible. Even if we ended, our friendship would remain intact because I can’t imagine a life without you.”