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All My Idols Ch 11: Avoiding EXO

“Got7?” Bobby yells out as he stands with his back to us, facing the white board.

“Of course!” Bambam responds for the whole group.

“Is this really necessary?” I whine from my spot on the couch, unable to put up much of a protest with three guys basically wrapped around me. Suga is taking up most of the couch with his feet hanging off the edge and his head in my lap, basically sleeping thanks to me running my hands through his hair. JB is sitting on the floor with my legs over his shoulders watching Bobby be stupid with the rest of his audience. B.I has his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand playing with my curls absentmindedly.

“Yes, we need to keep track of who knows about you and since they always end up basically falling in love with you they become knights like the rest of us, now shush so we can figure this out,” Bobby looks away from me without another word to continue this tally. “BTS? Seventeen?”

“Yes,” Both Namjoon and Seungcheol respond with a smile in my direction.

“Monsta X?”

“Of course look how cute she is!” I roll my eyes but smile at Shownu’s cute grin.

“Who else is there that isn’t here?” Bobby glances around at the group of boys, with all of Ikon, BTS, and Got7 the small room is pretty packed. Only Seungcheol and Shownu were able to fit in, while the rest have to stay in their own dressing rooms.

“B.A.P, Day6, Infinite, Madtown, Vixx, Winner, UNIQ, Beast, Epik High and Topp Dogg. Twice want to join and so do 2pm,” Mark diligently numbers off on his fingers.

“How do 2pm know about me?” I glare at Got7, knowing it had to be them.

With my glare being too much Yugyeom caves quickly, “Sorry Noona, we were just talking about you and they over heard and saw the pictures that we have with you and yea…”

“You guys need to stop talking about me,” I tease, smiling at them to let them know I’m only joking.

“We can’t help it, you have some kind of magic spell on us!” JB says as he affectionately rubs my calf.

“Over 100 if you add in the others like Zico, Jay, Loco, Jooyoung, and CL and a few others here and there. Wow Princess, you collected a whole army.” Bobby teases as he ruffles my hair, earning a swat from his leader.

“How in the world did this happen?” I mumble to myself but the three hanging on me can easily hear. Over the last month I go from working constantly with only Big bang as my friends to becoming strangely close with this massive group of rowdy boys. Manager Unni had insisted that I continue coming to award countdowns and other shows because of all the boys, big bang included, kept begging and annoying her. I happily agreed though, these boys are amazing. But now my schedule is fully packed, I barely go home anymore; only for a few hours at most for a power nap or to pick up clothes. Sleeping has become more of a hobby, after working all night one of my oppas from big bang usually want me to come to their new apartments, since their beds are so much nicer, while they work from home.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door before it cracks open and a pink head pops in with a cute smile when our eyes meet. Without a thought I’m shaking the three boys off me to jump the mini Suga that just appeared, something no one but him appreciated.

“Jihoonie!” I coo as I rest my head on his shoulder and pull him into a tight hug.

“Hello Noona!” He smiles down at me sweetly and even kisses the top of my forehead making the others groan in annoyance and disgust.

“Noona!” Kookie whines from his place on the floor. “Why don’t you ever do that when you see me?”

“Because you’re a little perv,” I stick my tongue out at him.

“So we probably shouldn’t complain either?” Jackson wiggles an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t you guys have to perform?”

Woozi snaps out of his cute mode to a more mature version of himself and looks to his leader, “That’s what I’m here for, we’re going on after this next group.”

His leader nods and stands up to come next to us, “We should get going than, Charlie, you should come watch us.”

“Of course, let’s go,” I pull the two boys out of the door, ignoring the loud protests coming from the large group of boys we are leaving behind. In the hall the rest of Seventeen greets me, I give them a big smile in return.

“I feel like I should bow like a knight every time you smile like that!” Jun coos as he places his hands on my face and squeezes my cheeks.

“Are you coming to watch us perform?” Little Channie pops up next to me and asks.

“Yea, lets go quick, you guys are going up soon!” I continue to drag Seungcheol and Woozi behind me as I do my best to navigate the halls that I’ve recently become familiar with. With some help from the trail of boys behind me we manage to make it to the stage. Glancing out to see who is still performing I want to scream as Girl generation starts Party. Though I have seen them perform this and Lion heart a few times already it’s such an amazing experience every time I watch anyone perform. I find myself following along with their moves, after watching their video so many times it’s impossible for me not to know.

“Noona,” Jeonghan yell whispers in my ear so I can hear him over the music. “If you love them so much, why do you hide whenever they walk by?”

I don’t know how to tell him that I’m avoiding everyone at SM because of Xiumin. They all know that I hide from EXO because of my bias but they still don’t know who it is thankfully, except for big bang of course. Avoiding the whole company sometimes feels a bit extreme, especially when I think about all the other great people I’m avoiding like Girls Generation, F(x) and Shinee and a bunch of other groups. But the idea of running into EXO gives me too much anxiety, not to mention I don’t know how I’m going to explain it if anyone from the company asked.

Yea, that would go great, don’t mind me just hiding under a table to avoid the man I’ve never met but am completely in love with. Why am I hiding? Well because I’m afraid that I will fan girl and scream in his face or something else really stupid. Won’t be weird at all.

Avoidance seems to be working just fine until Girls Generation starts walking off stage in our direction and I lock eyes with Taeyeon, who also happens to be my favorite. She blinks at me a few times before continuing on her way giving me one last glance before going into the maze of halls.

“I think you’re magic potion is kicking in already,” He teases as he follows the rest of the members on stage, giving me a hot smirk.

Without me noticing Taeyeon has made her way back into the back stage area alone and snuck up to stand next to me silently. Being only a few centimeters taller than me, I didn’t think I would have to look up at her but her heels give her a few extra inches that my flats don’t provide.

“Hi!” She says with a small yet nonetheless beautiful smile.

“Hi Taeyeon-ssi,” I give her a small bow.

Her smile widens at her name and she turns to face me fully, “Omo, you know who I am? That is so cool!”

I’m so taken back by her sudden happiness I don’t respond.

“I’ve heard so much about you and everyone has been talking about how you are so nice and friendly and how you are friends with almost everyone. I was worried that you didn’t like me, I mean us, because you wouldn’t talk to us. Omo, I’m so sorry I’m rambling about things you probably don’t care about. In fact you haven’t even said anything about not hating us so you still could and I’m so sorry for bothering you.” She tries to bow and walk away but I catch her by her wrists.

“Taeyeon-ssi I don’t hate you or anyone in Girls Generation, I’m actually a big fan!” I smile at her.

“Really?”

“Of course! How else would I know your dances?”

She beams at me, “I thought I saw you dancing along but I thought it was just my imagination. You have no idea how happy the girls are going to be that the princess knows our dances!”

My heart stops at the sound of my nickname, “Princess? You know about that?”

She nods, “Everyone here does, lots of people talk about how cute and nice you are. Though I wasn’t sure it was you at first, because no one really says what you look like.”

“Than how did you know it was me?”

She smiles widely, “Because I saw the way they looked at you and I can feel your warm personality. It can draw a person in.” I can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by her compliments, a blush crosses my face and I have to look away. “You should let me borrow you for a second. I want you to meet the girls, they are going to freak out.” She pulls me gently away from the stage as I lock eyes with Jeonghan who just smiles and winks at me before waving me away. With a sigh I take his signal and let Taeyeon lead me threw the halls. Taeyeon rambles on cutely about what she has heard of me and that the girls have been wondering if I’m as nice and as cute as they say.

“You guys!” She yells as we reach their dressing room that is located in a hall I’m not familiar with. “Guess who I found!” As we enter the room all the girls turn away from their makeup mirrors and stare at me with small polite smiles on their faces.

“Who is your cute friend?” Sunny pops up out of her chair to come check me out.

“The one and only princess!” She releases my hand to do jazz hands to present me.

“Taeyeon-ssi please, you don’t have to call me that, you can call me Charlie,” I tell her again.

She shakes her head, “It’s like an unspoken rule that we must call you princess unless we are close. Once we are really close I will, but you can call me Unni!”

“Omo me too!” Sunny beams her cute smile at me.

“How in the world did Tae unni find you?” Yoona, freaking Yoona, asks with her sweet voice as she comes to stand with us, grabbing hold of my hand.

“I was watching Seventeen perform and she just came up and snatched me,” I tease Taeyeon.

“Unni! You stole her? We are going to be in so much trouble!” Sooyung joins our little group by the door as well.

“I didn’t steal her!” Taeyeon stomps her heel and pouts like a very cute child.

“Did anyone see you walk away?” Yoona asks.

I think for a second, “Jeonghan did, but knowing him, he’s probably not going to say anything to anyone.”

“So the rest are going to think you are missing?”

I nod.

“What will they do?”

I shrug, “They might be a little worried.”

“A little? You’re the princess; those boys are going to panic! I heard that last time you ended up in some boy groups room when they were changing.”

“How do you guys even know about that?”

Yuri laughs, “It’s all over. You are one of the most talked about people back here. We are the only second group from SM that have met you.”

“Second?”

“Yea, Lay said he talked to you when you first started showing up.” Seohyun explains.

“Even EXO know about me?” I can’t even try to hide my blush.

“Of course! When ever anyone mentions the princess Lay pops up and scans the crowd for you, the rest of them try to join in but it’s pretty pointless since he hasn’t told them what you really look like.” Sooyoung giggles.

“Such a good oppa,” I say mostly to myself. I can’t believe he is still hiding me from his members even if he doesn’t know why.

“Unni,” Seohyun pipes in, “You should probably bring her back before someone sets off an alarm.”

“But she just got here!” Yoona and Sunny both whine cutely.

“But what if one of those boys storms in here looking for her? We are going to be in big trouble!”

I nibble on my lip as I think back to what happen last time when I disappeared and Big bang were obviously worried. I grimace at the thought of any of my dongseangs having to explain to them that they lost me again. “I’m going to agree with Seohyun unni this time, we can play around next time when I give my oppas fair warning that I’m going to be with you. Otherwise they worry I might wander into a bad situation like last time.”

The rest pout but nod, though Seohyun is beaming at me, “You just called me unni! I’m the princess’s unni!”

“Come on Princess,” Taeyeon locks her arm with mine to lead me out of the room, “If you say anything else cute I don’t think they will let you leave.” We giggle at each other as we go down the hall, another unfamiliar way. After two turns we run into Lay and the cute unicorn beams a beautiful dimpled smile at me.

“Charlie!” The boy nearly yells as he runs to me and gives me a surprising hug.

“Ya! Lay, put our princess down!” Taeyeon protests as she slaps the younger man arm for him to release me from his grip.

“But Noona,” The unicorn boy pouts but doesn’t loosen his grip.

“I’m in the process of returning her to her knights!”

“I’m a knight!”

“Since when?”

“Since I saved her from falling! Right Charlie?” He looks down at me.

“You were the reason I was falling but I accept you as one of my knights,” I tease back.

He smirks back at his noona, “See, now I can take her the rest of the way.”

“Don’t you have to go on stage soon?” Taeyeon retorts with a pout.

“Oh yea!” He looks genially surprised by the news. “I got distracted when I saw her,” He looks over his shoulder, “I wonder where the others went.” I stiffen at the mention of the rest of  EXO, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Lay as he eyes shift to me.

“Hyung!” Chen calls from down the hall, out of my vision with Lay in the way, “What happened to you? We turned around and you were gone!” Lay is about to turn around when out’s my turn to latch on. My fingers grip his shirt like my life depended on it as I nuzzle myself closer to him, trying my best to hide under his leather jacket without much luck. Lay lets me do whatever I’m trying to do without question, just stares down at me with concern, and wraps his arms tighter around me, as if he is also trying to hide me.

“Princess?” Taeyeon asks gently, also confused and concerned. I feel her small hand on my back near Lay’s, “Princess, is something wrong?”

“She hid last time the rest of the members showed up, I don’t know why but could you go see if you can find one of her knights?” Lay requests her sweetly, I hear Taeyeon’s shoes click away. His hand begins moving in circles soothingly on my back, doing his best to get me over whatever could be wrong. I feel like an idiot doing stuff like this as if I’m a helpless baby but the idea of meeting the idol that I loved more than my oppas isn’t something I can take lightly. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he isn’t what I thought he was? What if I’m not what he thought the princess would be like? Too many questions with answers I really don’t want to find out.

“What are you doing?” Chen’s voice is closer and my grip on Lay tightens. His foots steps stop when they get to right beside me, “Who is this?”

“The princess,” Lay whispers as he continues to rock us both, but does little to calm my anxious heart.

“Really?” Chen nearly yells.

“Ya! You’re scaring her!” Lay snaps.

“Sorry,” He says in a whisper like Lay. “Is she okay?”

“I think she’s fine, it’s just when someone for EXO shows up.” Lay explains and I just feel guilty.

“Oh no, the rest are coming right behind me.” As if on cue a chorus of howls for their hyung fill the empty hall along with a yell of Chen, “Stop right there!” The howls stop and are replaced with just as loud mumbles. “Be quiet! Something is wrong with the princess.”

“The princess?” The word is repeated a dozen times before a stampeded of footsteps is coming toward us as the voices get louder. A low bear like voice catches my attention.

“She’s so little! I wanna see her, I wanna see her,” Chanyeol’s voice echoes.

“No, me first!” Baekhyun must have swatted the younger away because Chanyeol whines.

“No one will be touching her!” Lay says firmly. “Hyung.” I noticeably tense at that one word, something Lay notices.

“Should I get someone?” Suho’s warm voice responds, making me relax.

“Can you just get everyone to back up?”

“Okay guys to the end of the hall!” Suho claps his hands together like before.

“But hyung! We haven’t even gotten to see her!” Sehun whines.

“She isn’t in the mood to see that face of yours anyway!” Baekhyun teases.

“Kyungsoo can I get some help?” Suho sighs.

There is the sound of a struggle as they go down the hall but shortly followed by the sound of an amazingly familiar voice, “Charlie-ah!” Seungri’s voice calls from the same direction as EXO’s.

“Oppa!” I call out from Lay’s chest.

“Charlie-ah,” His voice is right next to me as Lay hands me over, he happily accepts. “How in the world did you end up here?” He whispers as he scoops me up and tucks my face into his chest.

“I’m sorry, I borrowed her and I was bringing her back when all of the sudden this happened, I’m so sorry princess!” Taeyeon mumbles out.

“Thank you for finding me,” Seungri bows to her and to Lay, “Thank you for taking care of her till I got here.”

“No problem, can I tell her something?” Lay asks.

“Yea, go ahead.”

I feel Lay’s hand on my back and hear him whisper, “I’ll keep your secret little Princess.” I forget about my anxiety for a minute and snap my head to look at him. He’s smirking softly as he gestures to the big cheeked man at the end of the hall standing along with the rest of his members. My eyes lock with the cute man making me squeal and tuck myself back into Seungri’s chest. I’m surprised they can’t hear my heart pounding loudly in my chest.

“Thank you again, we’ll be going,” With that Seungri speed walks down the hall past EXO back to Big bang’s dressing room. Even when we’re back safetly in the room I don’t unlatch myself from Seungri, not that he complains. I feel so stupid for acting like a big baby in front of EXO. Even Seungri’s sweet words and warm embrace can’t making me feel better.

I hope one day I’ll be able to talk to the rest of EXO like how I talk to Lay, but I have a strong feeling that won’t be happening for awhile.


Just wondering if any of you lovelies are coming to my wonderful city to see BTS next week? If yes we might run into each other!

Interview: Brandon

Today we’re joined by Brandon. Brandon is a fantastic author who is a prolific writer who has written a novel and is currently working on the sequel. Aside from writing novels, he’s also working on short stories. When he’s not writing, Brandon enjoys singing and has begun to dabble in visual artist. It’s very apparent he’s an incredibly passionate artist. My thanks to him for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

My main artistic interest is in writing, specifically narrative work. At the moment I’ve got a 250,000 word novel waiting in the wings, I’m starting up on the sequel and I’m bouncing around ideas for a new (shorter) story which I’d like to get published as my debut to help get my foot in the door of the novel-writing world. I’ve dedicated the past three years to two writing-related major goals – completing my novel and earning my Bachelor’s degree in English and Writing. Like I said, I’ve completed the former (sort of, bar the publishing thing) and I completed the latter last year – I’ll be graduating in May and hopefully moving on to do a Master’s degree in 2018, focusing on narrative features of video games.

Besides that, I also love to sing. One of my major projects for a paper in my final year of my degree allowed me to write a creative non-fiction piece on a topic of my choice, so I decided to write a piece on barbershop after reminiscing about the several years I spent singing bass in a chorus during high school. I also recently joined the internationally ranking chorus, Vocal FX, which has rekindled my love of performance.

I’ve found that I enjoy visual art but I’m not particularly good at it since I only recently got into it. My favourite part is always coming up with the ideas for a scene rather than drawing it. I suppose given my writing habits that wouldn’t be surprising.

What inspires you?

A friend of mine has been with me every step of the way since I started working on my novel and she’s been the one who encouraged me at all times. She’s one of the few people in the world who’s read my novel (I sent it to her chapter by chapter or sometimes scene by scene whenever I finished a draft I was satisfied with) and she’s the only person other than me who knows the upcoming plot as well as I do. I can never thank her enough for her help and for putting up with me constantly needling her with sad plot points, and for her willingness to bounce ideas back and forth which often gives me better ideas than I started with. She is without a doubt one of my biggest inspirations simply because her genuine enthusiasm helps spark that creative flow that I need to get going better than anything else.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I think the first piece of creative writing I can remember doing was when I was only six or seven years old. I remember it quite vividly because it was basically a butchered plagiarized fanfic that smashed together Lilo and Stitch and a video game called Impossible Creatures, where the protagonist was one of Jumba’s experiments which was basically this horrific monstrosity of numerous combined animals. It landed on earth and ended up being worshipped as a god and had to defend its people from other creatures that came to harm them. I’m surprised my parents didn’t put me into therapy for that. I also labeled it as ‘a true story’ because I had no fear of being sued for false advertising. I also remember having a dragon phase (didn’t everyone?) and writing a series of short stories about dragons which I think I still have lying around, as well as a phase after buying the game Spore in which I wrote a lot about aliens.

So, long story short (hah) I’ve always loved to write, but when I got older I started worrying that it wouldn’t be a viable career. I initially planned to study my second love (zoology) at university, but not long after I finished high school, I started my novel, and I decided to hell with practicality, I wanted to pursue my dream. Now I’m here with a completed novel, a bunch of ideas, and my fingers crossed that I strike lucky with publishing.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I think the biggest feature of my work is more in the background, in the worldbuilding, particularly when it comes to fantasy wildlife. I spent a very, very long time on the worldbuilding of my novel before I started writing on it and by far enjoyed coming up with creatures, their habitats, and their behaviours the most (I once had an hours-long chat with a couple of my friends about the territorial and communal habits of trolls in my novel despite them never having read it). I think this translated well to the plot, given that one of my main characters has a troll for a companion and their interactions with each other and those around them added a significant and special dynamic to the story.

Can you tell trolls are a major thing in this book?

Commission by padalickingood

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Inspiration won’t always be there for you. Honestly, in my experience, it’ll barely be there for you at all. But that shouldn’t stop you. If you have it, seize it with both hands at every possible opportunity. If you don’t, push forward regardless. Write something that you know you’ll just rewrite later. Draw that sketch you don’t feel confident about. Practice that song you hate. You never know when inspiration will rear its head, and if you’re lucky, all the hard yards you put in without it will force it out of hiding and allow you to make something incredible.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I identify most closely with demisexual but I’ve come to feel pretty lax with the specifics. I’m not sex-repulsed but I definitely don’t have any particular urge for it, and god knows where I am when it comes to gender identities I’m attracted to. Throw a dart at the Kinsey triangle and I might be somewhere near that.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I’ve never dealt with any prejudice directed towards me for being an ace writer specifically. I mean, every ace person has probably had to put up with an acephobe at some point, but when it comes to writing I’ve never had an issue. As a viewer/reader, though, I’ve noticed ace-spec characters aren’t really that common – even just implied asexuality doesn’t show up often. And even in the event that it does, a lot of the time it’s full of misconceptions or just poor writing, including the good old ‘but sex is so great / sex brought you into the world why don’t you like it’ talk that I’ve come to hate with a burning passion.

As for how I deal with it, I just think the best thing to do when confronted with lack of representation is to fix the problem. Be the change you want to be and write your own ace characters. Headcanon characters as ace. Nobody can stop you from seeing yourself in a character that already exists, and remember that no matter what people may say, headcanoning a character as ace is not ‘stealing’ them from another community – gender attraction and level of sexual attraction are two different things, and you aren’t harming anyone by headcanoning a character as ace or aro regardless of their gender leanings. Just be considerate to others if they express concern and keep their points in mind so long as they treat you with a similar respect.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

This is honestly hard to pick from because I’ve heard a lot (nothing malicious but people have a habit of really not getting how asexuality can work) but I think the biggest thing is people think I don’t like physical intimacy or that I would never have sex. They could not be more wrong about the first point and I’d probably say they’re wrong about the second.

I love physical intimacy. I’m a human teddy bear, I crave contact from certain people. I love hugs, I love kisses, with the right people I could be down for anything. All I ask from people is that they respect my boundaries for each individual person, because they vary. This isn’t even a uniquely ace thing – everyone has certain levels of comfort with physical affection – but I’ve heard people cite my asexuality a lot when they express uncertainty about it.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Finding a label or a category can be satisfying, but it’s not a necessity. It’s fine to not know where exactly you fit in the spectrum, and in fact sometimes it’s easier to be flexible with it. That being said, if you do find something you identify closely with and it means a lot to you, take pride in it. You are who you are and nobody has the right to question that or take it away from you.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I do have a sideblog dedicated to stuff from my novel series – the username is chroniclesofandrasfar – but I haven’t used that very much lately. If any big news comes up, you’re sure to find me raving about it on my main blog, mythicfictionist

Thank you, Brandon, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

Across the Hall

hey guys! So here’s my first official fic! Don’t forget to request stuff because in pretty bad at coming up with things on my own. Enjoy!

You roll over for the 50th time tonight trying to get comfortable and turn your brain off. You might as well give up, because sleep is impossible knowing he is laying there fast asleep right across the hall. Daniel James Howell, the exchange student you will be living with for the next two years. The boy with the most incredible eyes you’ve seen in… well, ever. they were like coffee and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. And his smile was so perfect and radiant, and how could you forget that dimple. Dan was everything, including off limits. No! Stop thinking about him. He’s your friend, you’re his mentor, his guide.

Dan had been here for a month, as before the exchange program had started, you both agreed to extend into the summer so you could each see more than just the school walls. He’s spending the summer before school starts with your family here, and Next year you will do the same in England. So far it’s been really fun. You had gone for a week to New York City where you dragged Dan all around the huge bookstores and central park, while he pulled you into little quirky music shops and stopped you to watch street performers. Back at home while your parents were at work, you and Dan played video games, listened to music, and spent hours mindlessly scrolling on Tumblr. You have to say, you two are pretty similar.

And now he lay there around five yards away, probably sleeping with that adorable little smile on his face that he gives you when, “you’re being cute, stop it.” His fringe probably draped softly over his eye, with the tips curling as the humidity that comes with summer slowly wins the battle against the hard work of his straightener…sigh…NO! STOP! Dan = friend. Nothing more.

A few minutes later you hear muffled sounds across the hall. Why the hell is he up at this hour? Ok, you should probably be asking yourself the same question. You wiggle out of bed and silently slip out of your room to find his door slightly ajar. You hear Skype ringing. “Hey Phil! Just so you know, i’m being quiet because Y/N the girl i’m staying with is asleep,” Dan says to his laptop and smiles. God he has an adorable smile.

“Hey Dan! It’s been like a month! How is everything? What was new York like??” The voice who you assumed to be ‘Phil’ questioned.

“Everything’s wonderful! New York was AWESOME. All the buildings are so tall. Y/N really likes books, Like A LOT…” And so Dan retold Phil the entire trip in extreme detail. “But Phil I need some advice.”

“Sure what about?” Phil asks. Dan got real quiet.

“So there’s this girl-”

OOOOOOOO Dan’s got a crush,” Phil squealed. A crush on who? You introduced him to a bunch of your friends, and Chloe was particularly flirty, but he couldn’t like her that fast, could he? He’d only seen her a couple of times.

“Yes, yes now shhh. I really like her, but I don’t know if I should do anything about it because of the whole ‘living in England thing’. Phil she’s so beautiful, and she’s funny and sweet and her laugh just makes you want to smile and she’s got these eyes that make you never want to look away and-”

“My goodness Dan! You’re head over heels for this chick! If you like her then why is living across the pond a problem?”

“Because she doesn’t just live across the pond Phil, she lives across the hall.” You gasp. He likes you. He thinks all those things about you. Dan continues to talk to Phil as you smile uncontrollably.

You slowly begin to sneak back to your room when you trip and fall face first, smacking your head on his door, opening it the rest of the way. Way to go Y/N.

“What was that?” Phil asks.

“Y/N? Are you ok? what are you doing? it’s the middle of the night for god’s sake!” Dan rushes over and helps you sit up. He gently brushes back your hair and looks you over to make sure you aren’t hurt.

“I’m gonna go now,” you hear Phil say in the background.

“I… Um… I was kinda-”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. What matters is that you’re ok, you are ok right?” Dan helps you up and you both go and sit on his bed.

“Yea I’ll be fine,” you say. After a few seconds of awkward silence you ask, “Dan, can I ask you something?” He nods and looks at you expectantly. You take a deep breath, “So there’s this guy, I really like him, but I don’t know if I should do anything about it because he lives kinda far away. He’s funny and sweet and he’s got this really great smile and when he looks at you, you never want to look away.” You pause and take another deep breath. Dan slowly catches on and begins to smile. “But you see Dan, the problem is that even though he lives really far away, across the ocean to be precise, he also kinda lives just across the hall.” Dan is full on grinning now and you smile back. He takes your hands in his.

“That’s a tough situation you got there. Personally, I think he’d be totally on board if you did do something about it.” Dan smirks. You lean in so close that your lips are almost touching.

“Well in that case-” you whisper as you close the gap and connect your lips. He smiles into the kiss as he pulls you down on top of him. For a moment everything is silent except the sounds of you kissing.

“Hey Dan i’m back is everything ok with your girl- OH MY GOD DAN! SCORE!” You hear Phil’s voice coming from the laptop as Dan slams the lid closed next to you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Dan murmurs. You just giggle and resume kissing your perfect boy from just across the hall.

anonymous asked:

What are your five favoritest characters, and what are some random, kinda odd headcanons you have about them? (YOUR BLOG IS LIFE)

(( oh boy…yall already know my top three favorite characters lmao: the two kanekis and haise

but i also really adore touka and hinami omg…my beautiful ladies ))

Kuro!Kaneki:

  • Before he was turned into a ghoul, Kaneki would eat soggy cereal just about every single morning. Soggy frigging cereal. The boy’s crazy–Hide’s absolutely disgusted by this habit of his, although, the main reason for him getting soggy cereal was because he spent too long reading and not enough time eating. 
  • Kaneki probably surfs the internet a lot when he’s bored, reading a bunch of articles on a variety of subjects. He’s read more than enough about the human body and its functions, including other topics such as astrology, geology…he reads anything that he finds interesting. He’ll even read about corn farming.
  • Through his weird habits of surfing the internet for interesting articles, he knows a lot of different and random facts. Whenever he’s in a conversation and somebody says something that he knows a little about, he will spit out a fact and feel kinda proud until people look at him weird–to which he feels embarrassed and apologizes for being a nerd (but he isn’t sorry. He never is).

Shiro!Kaneki:

  • Kaneki really enjoys listening to music to help him calm down after an exhausting day. It usually helps put him to sleep, letting his mind focus on the music rather than his own thoughts–sometimes, though, he could be listening to heavy metal and that could still put him to sleep. He doesn’t mind the screaming, nor the fact that he can barely hear the lyrics.
  • He likes walking around shirtless. A lot. He’ll try not to since he does live with his group and doesn’t want to appear indecent, but sometimes it’s a little hard to resist the temptation, especially during hot summer days or when he’s just returned from training. In the safety of his own room, though, he likes walking around in the nude.
  • He’s probably the one who likes watching videos of animals. Especially videos of cats, including viral videos as well. He finds the videos relaxing and calming, but also horridly adorable. It’s not uncommon to find him watching the same video of a cat over and over.

Haise:

  • Haise owns a Twitter, there’s no doubt that he does. All he does on his Twitter is pester his fellow coworkers and friends, including a variety of selfies and photos of things he likes. That, and including the wild stories he has to share about him and his squad–like the one time Shirazu got his tongue stuck to a pole and he bit off his own tongue to free himself.
  • Whenever he’s taking a shower, Haise is most definitely going to sing whatever song that comes to mind. Coupling his loud singing with his habits of taking showers late at night, you got a problem in the Quinx household. 
  • Although it’s impossible for Haise to eat any human food, it doesn’t stop him from trying. He could be watching his squad eat at a restaurant he took them out to, before ordering something for himself to eat while everyone groans about his futile attempts to stomach human food–he spends about ten minutes in the bathroom, retching out whatever he can.

Touka:

  • Although she hates to admit it, Touka has a lot of stuffed animals on her bed from her younger child years to the recent ones she bought (in secret). Whenever she’s feeling especially exhausted, she enjoys laying down on her bed, surrounded by her massive collection. Sometimes, she even buries herself with all her stuffed animals.
  • Despite the fact that she can’t eat any human foods, Touka still enjoys buying those candy making kits and playing with them. When she’s done, she takes a few minutes to admire her work before she has to toss them away, due to her inability to consume them. It could be a waste of money, but it wasn’t as the kits cost a lot.
  • Touka adorns her little apartment with a variety of figures and sculptures that she finds cute and intricate. She ends up with a lot of unneeded decor so she ends up giving them away to Yoriko or to anybody else who were willing to take them off her hands…after paying, of course.

Hinami:

  • Hinami loves animals, any and all. She’s not afraid of insects either, including spiders. There has been more than one occasion where she has brought home a stray animal, although she only is able to keep a select few. The one time she picked up a spider she found hanging from the wall and showed it to Kaneki and the group, Tsukiyama went absolutely livid
  • Sometimes when it’s raining, Hinami enjoys sitting by a window and watching the rain fall, hearing it patter against the glass. When she wants, she’ll even go outside and run around in the rain for a little bit, only ever coming back in when she’s too cold–although she’s gotten sick more than once from her sprinting in the rain.
  • Hinami likes to tie her hair up, often having Kaneki help her with such activities when she can’t do it on her own. She likes to put in ribbons and cute little hair clips, but when it comes to removing them, Hinami screeches like a demon from hell since they tend to get stuck and caught in her hair.
Interview: Dominique Cyprès

Today we’re joined by Dominique Cyprès. Dominique is a phenomenal writer who has dabbled with various forms including fiction and nonfiction. Their first love is poetry and they have written plenty of different kinds of poetry. They have a story in Unburied Fables, an anthology from Creative Aces. It’s obvious they’re a passionate and dedicated writer, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to them for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

I’ve dabbled in a lot of different sorts of writing – from fiction to creative non-fiction, poetry in both verse and prose. As someone with an overlapping interest in tech, I’ve also experimented a little with interactive fiction. I’m really interested in what new ground can still be broken with Infocom-style text adventures.

I’ve also forayed a little into video editing and stereographic photography. I’m pretty much the prototypical “jack of all trades” in that I keep trying new media and I don’t often stick with one and try to master it. In the end, though, everything seems to come back to poetry. I often find that when I’m working on fiction, or text adventures, or visual media, I’m compelled to find a way to inject poetry into that medium.

What inspires you?

My primary motivation in making art is a sort of practical mysticism; my goal is to give voice to the enormous wonder and bewilderment I feel trying to make sense of both the natural world and interpersonal interaction. As an autistic person, I often find myself in the sort of situation that Temple Grandin refers to as being “an anthropologist on Mars.” The world often seems an altogether foreign place to me, and my art (when I have the time to make it) acts essentially as fields notes on this inscrutable country.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

The artistic role models who have most informed the direction I take in poetry are probably Emily Dickinson, Miyazawa Kenji (whose work I have read only in English translation), and Charles Simic. Dickinson and Miyazawa together really pulled me toward poetry as a medium in the first place, and their biographies and work share certain themes in common. Both were disabled and regarded as odd by their communities. Both expressed in their work an immense love of humanity and of nature, but wrote from a perspective of looking upon these subjects from the outside, and both wrote largely for themselves and did not manage to sell much of their work to professional publications during their lifetimes.

Simic’s influence on me comes through his seminal Pulitzer-prize winning volume The World Doesn’t End, and largely has to do with his pioneering work on the form of prose poetry, and his use of ambiguous and discordant sensory images to cultivate what poets refer to as “negative capability,” the ability to draw art out of questions that have no answers, out of confusion and non-rational thought.

I tend to think of art as something I am inclined to do, and not as a feature of who I am, perhaps because I’ve long had it drilled into my head that writing poetry alone is not a viable professional path for someone who needs to support themself and their family financially. I’ve heard this even from former U.S. Poet Laureate Mark Strand, who derives much of his personal income from his work as a college professor.

As a young person I wanted to devote my life to art in some way professionally. As I neared the end of high school I told my parents I wanted to study acting full-time in college and choose that as my field. They asked where I would find the money to feed myself and I didn’t really have an answer, so I studied psychology instead, and wound up dropping out of college after three years when I reached a point where my undiagnosed learning disabilities had started to make it impossible to complete my coursework.

At that point, in 2012, my self-esteem just bottomed out entirely, and one thing to I did in an effort to pull it back up was to take a bunch of poetry I had been working on while I was at school (where I was pursuing a creative writing minor) and build on that work, flesh out its themes a little bit, and compile it into a book I could have printed through a major self-publishing-platform. That was Dogs from your childhood & other unrealities. I had neither the money nor the energy to engage in any serious promotion for it at the time, but being able to share my work with some appreciative friends in that manner was the kind of encouragement I needed.

Now I’m working on a new volume of poems. It’s necessarily very different from my last book, because I’ve changed a lot since 2012. It’s in verse, whereas my last book was entirely in prose. It’s much more concerned with overtly political questions, with the relationships between the wage worker and their work, with the struggles of a young and growing family. I hardly find time to work on it, as a full-time retail worker, part-time student, and parent, but I’m excited to share the personal growth I’ve experienced in this form.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I often feel that I’m walking a metaphorical tightrope in my work, attempting to balance impulses toward self-deprecation, disillusionment, and cynicism on one hand and an irrepressible sense of naïve wonder on the other. That’s a feature of my everyday life, too, but I expect it comes out a lot in what I make.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

My advice would be to try to hold on to your art, to what you do that moves you on a deep level, even when it doesn’t pay the bills. And if you have to step aside from making art because you’re depressed or just too busy struggling to survive for a while, you need not be ashamed. Go back to your art when you’re ready and let it accept you with open arms.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I’m asexual, and I’ve identified myself as such since age 20 when I first heard about other asexual people. I’m quoiromantic. I’m married now; I have two spouses and a child, and the fact that I’m asexual doesn’t come up very often in my day-to-day life. But if I had never identified myself as asexual in the first place, I probably wouldn’t be married now, because it was identifying as asexual that allowed me first to accept myself for who I am, and then to find people who understood and accepted me enough to start a family with me.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

There’s a strong push for writers of creative non-fiction and poetry today to candidly confess intimate details of their personal lives, and that very often includes one’s sex life and sexuality. That can be an uncomfortable demand for an asexual writer and I encourage other writers to share only what they can share confidently. As it happens, though, I have made very few connections “in my field”, so I don’t yet have any direct experience with ignorance around ace issues directed at me as a writer.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

As much as you can insist to people that asexuality is your sexual orientation, some people will be determined to see it as a medical symptom that you should somehow be treating, or as an ideological position. There’s only so much myth-dispelling educational material you can provide to someone before it becomes a waste of time.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

The decision to reclassify Pluto as a dwarf planet, and not as a proper planet, was an arbitrary taxonomic exercise, motivated by mounting discoveries of Pluto-sized objects in our solar system. Essentially, if we continued to count Pluto as a planet, there would be so many newly-found planets of similar size that we could never hope to make elementary school children memorize all their names. But Pluto is still out there in the Kuiper belt, and it’s still an important target for scientific research.

Similarly, your experiences as an asexual person are real and an important part of your life even when other people find it inconvenient to acknowledge them.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

Dogs from your childhood & other unrealities is still available in print and as a free e-book via my blog. My next book, tentatively titled dead monochrome doggerel, is still in the works and I’ll be sure to announce it on my blog when it’s ready.

Thank you, Dominique, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

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