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Transference (M) – Chapter 02

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Summary: You have your first session with Mr. Jung and discuss the details of your intake paperwork outlining your future relationship.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4,877

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, discussions of BDSM, shibari, profanity.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the outpouring of love and support for our favorite therapist. I sincerely hope you all enjoy this next installment.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Writer In The Dark

Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd
Did my best to exist just for you

  It’s no joke that you love him and not in the way a friend would.

  He didn’t see you past that, because after all, he didn’t even see you in that way. You’re his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

  You didn’t mind the people that we’re making a big deal out of your close friendship with him, as long as you knew the truth. But you were also the one who scrolled eagerly to the threads that shipped the both of you, the ones that said you were in a relationship with him, if anything, it made you happy and your heart warm.

  Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged, chuckling when he saw them.

  “They’re making news out of nothing.”

  You smiled, choking back a whimper and a frown, your hand running through your hair with the remaining strength present in your body at the moment.

  “Tell me ‘bout it.”

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark
Now she’s gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

  Harry isn’t drunk out of his mind, just tipsy.

  There were different sides to him every time he is, each one being as entertaining than the other one, yet given his intake for tonight and good mood, he’s giggling.

  A happy type of drunkenness.

  “I found a balloon!”

  He rushed in front of you, the largest grin on his face you’ve ever seen with a birthday balloon in his grip, smiling giddily that his teeth were now grinding against his bottom lip.

  “Congrats Harry,” you smiled, ruffling his hair which he breathed deeply into, frowning which made you instantly ask what was going on.

  “I don’t want to lose the balloon.”

  “We don’t want that happening, don’t we?”

  He eagerly nodded, a worried look on his face as his gaze switched between you and his balloon.

  You gently took the ballon against his pleads from him for you not to let it go, assuring him that you wouldn’t and tied it twice his wrist, giving it a little space away from his wrist so that the strings wouldn’t hurt him, figuring you would just cut it when you drive him back to his house.

  His mouth widened, flicking his wrist back and forth only to know that the balloon isn’t going anywhere, laughing when it followed its movements.

  “Oh my god, thank you!”

  He squealed, crashing into you for a hug, making your heart instantly beat against your chest from the feelings, his touch slightly leaving you when he looked at you closely, a confused look on his face with his eyebrows furrowed, examining you slowly.

  Harry only laughed again, crashing his lips into yours for the first time, realization hitting you that he’s kissing you, the farthest you went near it is from your imagination and it’s happening at that moment, placing your hands on each side of his face and doing the same, smiling against his.

  You felt complete.

I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops
I’ll love you ‘til you call the cops on me

  Harry knows about what happened. He isn’t madly drunk, he’s just a bit tipsy.

  Yet what confused you is that he confronted that situation with such ease, laughing it off with no sign of awkwardness.

  He took it that there was no tension between the two of you and things are okay so he moved like it, not a single thing being changed in him but yet everything in you.

  “God, did I still take home that balloon?”

  That was all he asked in the fit of laughter to the point where there were tears leaking out of his eyes, up to the point where your heart slowly breaks at the end because you thought it would turn the both of you into something greater, the both of you being caught into something higher than what was going on before.

  But no, you’re wrong.

  It was the same treatment, every single day, every single second.

  You doubted yourself that you’re stupid for thinking that things would’ve changed, not until he called you in the middle of the night.

  “Hey, which do you think is better? A rose gold ring, a gold or a silver one?”


  You went immediately out of your sleepy state, sitting yourself up on your bed and putting the phone closer to your ear.

  “Just pick. I won’t tell why, just pick.”

I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-edephrine
When you see me, will you say I’ve changed?

  “I’m getting married.”

  Harry smugly grinned, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned on the door way of your front door, a blush on his cheeks and a dimpled closed smile.


  You weakly asked, pulling the door open so he could enter even though he already has a spare key but decided to jut use your doorbell instead, Harry going in before answering you in a sing-song voice.

  “I’m getting married. I proposed.”

  Your whole world stopped in a matter of time less than seconds, feeling the excessive weight you fought go back to your chest, this time being that it was heavier and hurts so much more.

  Harry’s getting married, unknown to everyone but you since you’re the first one he decided to tell this to, saving it up for later as a surprise for his family.

  He’s getting married to the girl you saw a few times before, two months prior to this day with all he said every time is that he feels “she’s really the one”.

  “And I want you to be the one who puts the Cord. Pair you up with Niall or something like that.”

  The Cord, of course you knew it. The symbol of a wedding to bind two people as one, and at the moment you knew you weren’t going to be put on the other side of it.

  “Of course. Congrats, Harry.”

  His eyebrows furrowed, looking up from the seat he was sat on.

  “Aren’t you happy for me?”

  You smiled the smile that you carried ever since the kiss, a hollow one filled with the slightest bit of emotion every time she’s given a mention, every time he’s given you a reason to.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Because I love you.

  Ever since that kiss, it’s been imprinted in your mind permanently. You found yourself being a lot more in love with Harry, how to see things in the brighter way that you never thought was possible.

  You even planned things ever since, for the future.

  “Because I know you enough that those aren’t tears of joy.”

  “But I’m still happy for you.”

  “No you’re not!”

  Harry emphasized the words, seconds being their interval in a loud voice since he hates when somebody lies to him.

  There was silence in the room, Harry already standing up and being in front of you who’s already a mess and it hasn’t been an hour since you knew.

  “How would I be when I’m not in her position?”

  Your voice cracked, your gaze far away as you did no effort to wipe away your tears, pinching your arm from the hurt while your hands are crossed across your chest.


  His voice was loud, a confused yet angry expression on his face, the vein being seen prominent on his neck as it took every sense of his self-control to not cuss you out.

  “I love you.”

  You said in a defeated tone, almost in a whisper that you felt your body giving up on you as you said it, truth after truth piling up that it was impossible to bear.

  You said it the first time in a situation and in a way you didn’t expect.

  It was filled with pity for yourself, the weakened tone of your voice adding to it as it sounded a lot more disappointed that you love him and on how he didn’t.

  On how you found it inevitable to not love him.

  “Fucking hell.”

  He gritted under his breath, marching out your door with his fists clenched, the infuriated look on his face not disappearing until he did from your house.

  You sat, more of in the act of sliding down the wall and into the floor, the thump hurting your bottom but it was just a minor prickle to what you’re feeling.

  It’s barely the intensity you’re feeling, so much to the point that it would be ashamed of being compared against the hurt in your heart.

  You breathed shakily, your fingers going stationary beside your sides.

  You closed your eyes shut in the hopes that it would bring back everything that it physically hurt, the breath of air coming out of your lips in an unstable manner.

  You put Harry first in everything and you felt everything end.

  You’re coming last.

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I’m emotionally exhausted and angry: Why Sense8 being cancelled is not about losing a good TV show, it’s about what that says about the current state of the world.


My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.

Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.

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More “adventures in screenshots I’ve taken” but I really like Zethrid as a character.

We’ve seen relatively little of her so far, but, she’s a really interesting lively character. The writers did a good job letting her live outside of the generic snarly musclebound type- it actually makes perfect sense that she’s in with Lotor’s much more calculating group because even if she’s not always patient, it’s shown that she does have a head for strategy and can appreciate the nuances of a well-made trap.

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Delsin Rowe x Reader Headcanons

Originally posted by redsidentevil

  • Delsin Rowe loves to hold your hand. He absolutely loves it. Whether it be a walk down to the end of the boardwalk to see how the moonlight shines over the water while telling jokes, whether it be a quick stop for a slice of pizza after you’ve had a long day at work and he wanted to treat you, or whether it be running away from the police after they’ve caught him doing his latest tag and the thrill of the chase if making you both giggle; he loves to feel your smaller hand laced through his own.
  • His nonchalant nature can sometimes be the cause of your exasperation. He is marvelously determined but in his determination he places himself in dangerous situations. You understand his desire to help his people completely. What Augustine had done to the Akomish was horrendous. But that did not calm your nerves. Delsin faced the DUP with not only his incredible powers but with his unwavering confidence. You had once seen the fighting take place from a small sandwich shop where you had been eating lunch with a co-worker friend of yours. You will never forget how your heart tightened in your throat as you saw how persistent the DUPs were when trying to shoot down your boyfriend. The bullets flew so close, sometimes even hitting him. You had watched him take the smoke from the destroyed cars to refuel after the battle was done and you could not stop yourself as you ran to reach him.
  • “Del, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Stop smiling, you idiot, and answer me!”
  • His chuckle was deep as his amusement with how you worried over him grew and he displayed his gorgeous boy-ish smile for you, which you would normally swoon over, but one that was not helping at all.
  • “Didn’t you see how I took down those DUPs? I’m fine! I’m unstoppable! We own the streets!”
  • Delsin Rowe always has the best ideas for dates. It was hard for you to try to one up the “power sponge” when he always had the best places to take you.
  • “Okay, I got this whole thing figured out. We hit the town, then maybe swing by the Space Needle – it’s much nicer now that it isn’t stuck in that DUP web - and then we get some burgers because I’m hungry aaaaand I want a burger.”
  • He had taken you to the stop of the Space Needle as one of your first dates when your relationship had started and the two of you ate (favorite fast food) while fighting the rough winds and watching the movement of the city down below. Another time some local artists had organized a small concert and Delsin used his abilities to get you both up to the roof of the nearest building, giving the both of you the best advantage point possible and ensuring you both enjoyed the music more than anyone else. Another example would also be the time he covered a section of the brick wall in the park closest to the water in cardboard and didn’t give you any instructions; he just encouraged you to do as you wished with the paint he had gathered. That afternoon had been unforgettable.
  • He would disagree. He always claimed that your videogame dates and your Netflix binge watching dates were his favorite.
  • “You’re like Ghost Rider.”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain?”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain.”
  • There are certain paths that you choose to take to work depending on traffic and weather. If you had woken up early that day and the weather permitted it, you often took the scenic route through the market place and the park while other times you took the fastest absolute route (sometimes meaning the days where Delsin decided he wasn’t tired and that the two of you should watch all nine seasons of The Office again). Your Smoketastic Man knew these travel paths and would sometimes leave little tags of adorable little things that would totally make your day while seeing them. To name a few, Delsin had created a small penguin looking up to a balloon that was flying away, he had done a dancing sunflower, sometimes he would leave behind a little inside joke, while one time he had tagged the silhouette of a couple that looked suspiciously like the both of you.
  • Underneath the sarcastic comments and his layered clothing was a soft heart that truly treasured his relationships; whether it be the one he had with you, his friendship with Fetch and Eugene, the love he had for Betty or the strong bond he shares with his older brother, Reggie. He cares deeply about the people he loves and that has to be one of the traits that you like the most about him.
  • Delsin Rowe is the world’s biggest show off. There was a point in your relationship where you entertained the idea, only briefly, that he was trying to find the core relays just so that he could show off his new powers to you and Reggie.
  • “See, I can do this now.” He would say with excited eyes and a matching smile as he looked towards you after he showcased his new ability. “Cool, isn’t it?”
  • “You’re Mr. Cool now,” you commented which made him clap, startling Reggie who turned to look at his younger brother.
  • See? They do call me Mr. Cool.”
  • One time, while Delsin had gone to get a few groceries that you needed for taco night, curiosity had gotten the better of you. It was a short trip to the bodega below your apartment and Delsin, who had been relaxing in his pajamas like you were doing, decided to just go down in what he was wearing; which meant he left his vest…and his beanie. You just wanted to wear them to see what it was like! That’s all you wanted to do…and so you did…and he walked back inside to find you wearing his clothes. You had been so embarrassed while he found it to be extremely cute. It was one of his favorite memories; your adorable blushing face as you quickly took off his beanie and pretended like nothing had happened. You’re always going to remember his laugh and the “Babe, your fashion sense is amazing.”
  • He made you call the DUP to report the vandalized billboards for him.
  • Operator: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report?
  • You: Oh my God! It’s an extremely handsome bio-terrorist! He’s vandalizing one of your billboards!
  • Operator: Strange, second time a billboard has been vandalized recently, we are sending D.U.P troops immediately.
  • You: *hangs up*
  • Delsin: Extremely handsome, huh?
  • You: Shut it.
  • One thing that Delsin loved was how well you got along with Abigail and Eugene. You loved to play videogames with Eugene (he almost fainted when Delsin introduced you to him because he had never expected someone as beautiful as you to know so much about Heaven’s Hellfire like you did; he didn’t mean to stereotype you but he wasn’t the best with people. The two of you got along extremely well afterwards; you understood how it was like to want to flee from reality and enter a world of fantasy) and you absolutely loved going shopping with Abigail. That girl had a great taste in clothing and you both made it a tradition to go shopping frequently, even if it was only to window shop.
  • Delsin loves your name. He really does think it’s awesome. He had sketched it out for you once in a little piece of paper and gave it to you. He didn’t think anything of it and he didn’t know how much you treasured that little piece of paper.
  • “My boyfriend is a power sponge, one of his friends can control neon while the other one can control video, and I work in an office.” You said once as you looked out the window and noticed some teens walking around with t-shirts inspired by the beloved conduits.
  • Reggie, who had been eating a slice of pizza from the box that you had ordered, nodded in understanding. Both of you admired Delsin and the rest of the conduits in your own little ways though you both understood the responsibility that came with those powers.
  • “You’re in that list too, Reggie. You think I forgot?” You smirked. “I am a bio-terrorist! I eat children! And kittens!
  • “…” Reggie held the pizza in front of his face but didn’t take a bite. He looked at it as if he wanted to forget that whole endeavor and like he hated that you brought it up. “I’m eating all of your pizza.”
  • “You do that and I’m calling the D.U.P.”
  • You also try to distract Eugene while you are both playing to gain the upper hand because you can hold your own against him but Eugene was a legend.
  • “Hey, Eugene, did you know that in 1944 in an experiment conducted in Russia, they found that 90% of the people did not agree with the other 10%.”
  • “You’re not going to distract me.”
  • Delsin is a casual cuddler (he throws an arm over your shoulder as you’re watching TV) when he is awake but he is a super cuddler (he wraps his arm around you and doesn’t let go) when he is asleep. This is the truth.
  • Delsin likes to knock on your window at night and ask you to join him on the fire escape. It’s often times like these, when it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence that he really lets you know how he feels and what he thinks. Whether it be his insecurities, his fears, what he feels for you, or just what he wishes to accomplish, he lets you know during times like these. You do the same as well.
  • “I love you.”
  • “I know.”
  • “Did you just Han Solo, me, Rowe?”
  • “Yes.”

oh my god I have no excuse?? this is the first fic I’ve posted in months and its not even good!! I was considering not posting it at all but idkit took so long I felt like I had to.

remember that AU idea I had where JD and Veronica are dating, and Veronica’s grandparents don’t believe Veronica is really bisexual, so she pretends to be in a poly relationship with JD and Heather Chandler? ya that’s this thing. also there is a tiny hint of chansaw? because I’m always a slut for Heather shamelessly flirting with Veronica, especially in front of JD lmao.  I hope it entertains u!

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MBTI Last Things They'd Ever Say

INFP: I love accepting the harshest of criticisms because I find strength in realizing my weaknesses!

ISFP: Art is nothing more than a futile attempt for humans to waste their time pandering to each other for acceptance over the subjective quality of the mundane.

ISTP: Hard work is the key to success. That’s why I never smoke pot. Really.

INTP: I think I make friends so easily due to my accute awareness of social customs and natural empathy for others. I don’t really see the point in arguing all the time, and I wish we could all just get along. Also, aliens could never possibly exist.

ENTP: I am sorry I hurt your feelings with my joke, that was not my intention and I would like to make it up to you. I’m really not very funny.

ENTJ: Socialism is the best form of government. A meritocracy like capitalism is inherently ableist, and because I am largely unsuccessful and unmotivated, redistribution of wealth will benefit my stifling disability of laziness and aimlessness.

INTJ: Because I deeply care about you as a human being, I will entertain your dramatically different point of view and try to apply it to mine.

ISFJ: Fuck your feelings and I hate you. Mental illnesses are just a crutch used by the lazy, entitled youth of today! Also, what is anxiety?

ISTJ: Woah, dude. Last night was so crazy. I can’t believe we snorted all that coke off of the strippers we hired from the bank job money!

INFJ: Today I decided I wouldn’t be hopelessly and pathetically crippled by my own self doubt and anxiety. I will go out and enjoy myself in the moment amongst a large group of acquaintances in a crowded public space.

ENFJ: I have a motivational poster of Adolf Hitler in my room. I really admire his ideas about humanitarian relief.

ESFJ: I just cleared all the scheduled plans in my calender for the next six months and decided to take life one step at a time.

ESFP: For my new year’s resolution, I will not drink alcohol all year. I will also learn meditation and practice stillness and peace for at least four hours a day. Sit happens!

ENFP: My goals are to get into a prestigious school, eventually become a tireless lawyer who also works weekends,
and permanently settle down into suburbia with a thirty year mortgage and a perfect family.

ESTP: I feel like taking it easy today. Maybe I’ll sit by myself and enjoy a nice cup of tea and this book on quantum mechanics and post my thoughts about it later on my book club blog.

ESTJ: I honestly just don’t understand the point of all this bureaucracy. In my opinion, rules are meant more as guidelines and are maliable to the situation at hand. Flexibility is more important than rigidity, and compassion is more important than justice, wouldn’t you say?

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can you talk about the liveshow and what you think? im feeling really anxious cause it seems phil isn't staying at their place and like dan seemed really angry and short tempered? like he kinda insinuated he hated the presents phil got him, he barely mentioned phil, he threw his phone down and said 'apparently im phils PR agent', he very clearly wasn't a fan of the tinder video. idk maybe im over-reacting and you can reassure me but the entire thing seemed so strange and it has me on high alert

hi love!!! i’m going to be honest, i definitely didn’t interpret any of these things the way that you did so i will do my best to try and go through each of the issues you brought up and explain why i didn’t see them in this live show–hopefully that will help you, and i think it will give me the space to also talk about some of the things that stood out to me a bit!! so your first concern is that it seems like phil isn’t staying in their place, by which i think you mean that phil isn’t living with dan? i can’t even articulate how wholeheartedly i disagree but i’ll try hahah. what we know is that phil left for two days literally two weeks ago in order to go to what they described as a family thing, and that now he’s gone for “a few days” again, for another “family thing.” i don’t see why there’s any reason at all to disbelieve these explanations or take them for anything more than what they are on face? we know phil has quite a large family with many random cousins and aunties and since dnp have been traveling so much in the last couple of months and are set to travel again in a few weeks for vidcon, and moreover phil is someone who values his family quite highly, it makes sense that he would maybe use of this downtime to catch up with them. and it fits that he’s not taking dan to these things bc dan has almost never gone to extended family events w phil that we know of (family weddings and the like) and he’s been expressing for the past few weeks how badly he just wants to be alone and not see any more ppl in order to decompress and recharge and get his creative juices flowing. 

but let’s jst say for argument’s sake that the “family thing” is an excuse to cover up something else that’s happening–i still do not see why phil not staying with dan is a reasonable conclusion.  like, w most things to do w dnp there is sometimes room for discussion and it could be better to consider both sides. for this though, there’s truly ZERO evidence to support this and plenty of evidence to refute it including but not limited to phil’s tv box sets behind dan when he does his live shows, the numerous pics phil has posted of them moving and then of him in rooms w the same furniture, decor, and hardwood floors that appear in dan’s pics, and the fact that like, it just wouldnt make any fucking sense for them to go through all this effort to lie about them not staying in the same place? what would they achieve out of not telling the truth about moving apart? and also why would dan then even mention phil going to “see his family?” isn’t that just drawing attention to something he is hypothetically trying to keep secret? i honestly can’t even believe this is something i have to take the time to address but it’s getting frustrating to see it keep cropping up (and i’m not blaming you anon bc ik how compelling conspiracy theories can be, but in this case there is truly no reason not to jst go w the evidence of your own eyes and trust in the fact that dnp are just as disgustingly happy in their domestic bliss as they appear to be.) if there IS some reason that the “family thing” is an excuse or a cover i think there are any number of more reasonable things that they could be covering–e.g. it’s v possible phil has something negative happening in his family right now like a sick relative; maybe phil is working on a solo project that requires him to be out of the house a bit to film or work at diff locations; maybe they’re BOTH working on a joint project but phil is taking care of parts of it and giving dan the time and space to rest and recharge. so many alternatives that make more sense than them living apart. 

to your point about dan’s mood, i definitely did not read him as being angry or short-tempered, and let me emphasize that i am remarkably sensitive to him getting into those more negative moods. in my opinion from watching dan so closely for so many months now, when dan is upset about something he tends to turn most of that ire inwards and it leads to a live show ripe with self-deprecating comments, repeated mentions of wanting death or his life being a joke with zero accompanying smiles or laughs, a lot of notices of negative comments in the chat, long rambles about his feelings or the general lack of direction in his life, etc. i think this live show was a good example of him being tired and nothing more, and that seems understandable given the general activity and socializing of the last week. he seemed lower energy with a lot less yelling and flailing about than he is normally prone to, but i didn’t get any of those really strong negative themes that he normally gets lost in when he’s not in a good mood. on the flip side he pretty confidently defended his decision to change his yt banner and icon, even tho he read out negative comments he laughed them off and assured everyone the changes are temporary, he seemed eager to spend a few days thinking about his next main channel vid and excited to have the time to put more creative effort into it, he was passionate and didn’t even qualify his opinions very much when he talked about wonder woman and the importance of representation and uk politics and the vital role of young people in the electorate, he was full of energy when he was discussing nintendo and steven universe and his other random interests. there were plenty of moments where he could have gone down a darker route but i actually thought that on the whole he kept the content of this show quite positive and light.

regarding his presents, i don’t think anything he said made it seem like he “hated” them? i mean he wasn’t super enthusiastic but that,, makes sense? given what he showed us and what he explained to us about them? w the fidget spinner it was a literal gag gift that he was underwhelmed by bc theyre litro not fun to use at all. makes sense. w the glass bulb tht predicts the weather i thought his tone was gently teasing and fond about how phil so would be the guy to find a nerdy gift like that and think it was awesome but dan the cold-hearted cynic obvi has to point out the lack of scientific merit lmao. but he was quick to defend it as well and state that he still thinks it’s a cool-looking object that he can look at, which honestly reminded me of the xmas present phil got dan with the inky dots suspended in water, and how dan said phil rly understood his need for calming, aesthetic looking things in order to soothe his mind. re: the plastic bonsai and the dog shirt from his family, both of those also seem like gag gifts and he was reacting accordingly bc they’re funny so he’s playing the necessary role of spurned gift-receiver in order for the joke to carry. and then w the sunflowers, i mean i found that whole bit v entertaining? it’s just a fun quirky fact about dan. he appreciates the thought and he’s still going to display the flowers, but it’s  funny as fuck to think about this giant ass man being afraid of literal sunflowers. and tbh i dont think this is the full haul of gifts he got. he’s sharing the ones he feels comfy sharing, the ones that are more joke-y and less personal and that make more entertaining stories for him to share, and that makes sense. i don’t think it needs to be interpreted more deeply in order to speculate on his general emotional state or his relationship w phil. 

you next stated he barely mentioned phil, and i think that makes sense given that he had a lot of non-phil-related things to get through in this ls. it’s clear there was a list of topics he wanted to discuss in his mind or maybe even written down that included his new graphic design, his birthday/the gift haul, uk politics, wonder woman, the gaming channel, new dinof vid. he tends to talk more about phil when there are fewer general topics he needs to touch on–this gives him space to just share a few domestic anecdotes. but this time around there were jst a lot of other issues to discuss and i think that’s fine? he’s his own person, he has perspectives he wants to share, he had a busy week and imo it’s not weird at all if sometimes he doesn’t have that much to say about his partner lmao 

he definitely did not throw his phone down after reading out the text from phil. and the “apparently i’m just phil’s PR agent” comment seemed soooo joke-y and fond to me, i actually thought it was incredibly cute. i get how tone is subjective and i suppose it’s open to interpretation and if you were reading that w this larger context of feeling as though dan was in a very negative mood, i understand why the comment may have struck you the wrong way, but to me i really found it to be a playful bants-y lil remark that fits very much w the way that dnp tease each other when they’re happy and flirty and whatnot 

finally, with respect to phil’s tinder video, i actually was struck by how far out of his way he seemed to go to defend phil for his behaviors? he said like multiple times “it’s not that weird” and tried to make everyone feel like we’ve all “been there,” which like,,, no. we haven’t all been there. wtf. if anything it felt like a classic sidelong defensive comment that dan makes where he is responding to criticism without really explicitly mentioning the criticism. since there were a few ppl who found the video a bit uncomfortable both bc of phil admitting to catfishing a random person online and bc of phil recommending tinder to an audience w a significant percentage of underage ppl, it’s v possible to me that dan saw some of that criticism and was sort of heading it off without fully getting into it. he did kind of laugh when he said “what a partnership” referring to tinder and phil, but i thought that was completely valid and in good spirit–i mean it really IS the unlikeliest and most random of partnerships and i think dan being somewhat openly aware of that is kind of funny and cool. moreover, his tone seemed fond (again) when he was talking about how he was cringing while actually watching the video. i mean a bunch of ppl had full on intense secondhand embarrassment while watching so i dont find that odd at all, and i honestly thought dan’s explanation of his own feelings seemed mild in comparison. im also interested in the fact that he’s going to be making his own tinder video though not one like phil’s, which, if it is the same one that he is going to putting creative energy into in the coming few days, opens up a whole realm of possibilities about how dan is possibly going to connect tinder to any of his own experiences. i’m curious and a lil nervous lmao. 

all in all i thought this live show was actually pretty decent. i mean it wasnt the most interesting as far as dan’s live shows go but it also certainly wasn’t off-puttingly negative for me either. i thought dan was quite honest about his emotions w many of the things he discussed and although he seemed exhausted he also seemed a little bit grateful and excited to get the chance to actually be alone in the coming days and think about his new video. im excited for him to get that chance and looking forward to see what it will be!!! and who knows,, maybe the time alone will finally convince him his new graphic design is trash and he’ll be inspired to change his banner/icons to things that aren’t Ugly ;)))

the story of heart breaks | the first

This isn’t a story of how you fell in love or how you gradually lost your love. It is more than an ending and a beginning. It’s your journey of realizing that you need him because you’ve always knew that you love Park Jaebum—Jay; the reasons for your sorrows but also your purpose.

This is the story of heart breaks.

JAY PARK SERIES -  the first; the new girl

[chap 2]

Did you remember Jay?

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@scrumptiouslyprofoundenemy asked:

OK but @rahirah now I’m dying to know why the heck David Fury would insult his own fanbase, because a) that would’ve been a deeply stupid thing to do and b) I find deeply stupid decisions perversely entertaining.

OK! Backstory is necessary. This all took place a few months before I got into online BtVS fandom, and I heard it from the person it happened to (ShipperX).

Back when BtVS was first airing, there was an online bulletin board called The Bronze. I think it was run by Fox, but I’m not positive. At some point, it suffered some kind of computer meltdown, and was replaced by The Bronze Beta. It was not just a fan hangout; the show’s writers and sometimes Joss himself would post there, which made it very popular. (The writers also sometimes posted in the BtVS/AtS Usenet groups, but that’s another story.)

The Bronze Beta community was pretty cliquish and I never hung out there myself, because by the time I got into online fandom, it had become very hostile to Spike fans. And one of the reasons it was so hostile was David Fury. David Fury did not, as some fans claimed, hate Spike. He liked Spike as a character just fine. He just thought Spike was a villain, and evil, and could never ever possibly be on a redemptive journey, especially if he didn’t have a soul, because that would make Angel less special. And he thought that anyone who felt differently was a delusional, hormone-addled fangirl, and said so, loudly. The specific incident that my friend was a part of went down like this: about the time that “Crush” aired, she got into an argument with Fury in which she pointed out that Angel and Spike were fictional characters. There aren’t any real vampires. Angel’s soul was just a plot device in order to make it ok for him to romance Buffy. There was no reason that the writers couldn’t, if they wanted to, come up with some other plot device to make it ok for Spike to romance Buffy. (At this point it was absolutely inconceivable to anyone, writer or fan, that Spike would get a soul, because that, too, would ruin Angel’s special status.) This pissed Fury off, and he went off on a condescending rant wherein he told my friend that she was just like the women who wrote mash notes to serial killers in prison in the real world.

There were other instances, but that was the one that went down in fannish history for quite awhile, though it’s mostly been forgotten now. On the fan side of things, the Evilistas (as they were called in those days) felt that the writers were on their side, and felt justified in attacking the Redemptionistas in similar terms. This is why the Bloody Awful Poet Society mailing list, which was founded at about this same time, grew to be the fannish monster that it did: for awhile, it was one of the few online spaces where you could talk about Spike or Spuffy without being attacked. (As Spuffy got more popular, several other Spuffy boards were created. All long dead now.) For the next two years Fury fought mightily, within the constraints of being a writer for hire, against the idea that Spike was getting redeemed, even after Spike got a soul. (He’s on record as saying that he wrote Spike being an asshole to Robin Wood in LMPTM specifically to demonstrate that Spike was not a good person and wasn’t worthy of Buffy, for example).*

How could Fury get away with such hostile interactions with fans? Well, remember that this was back in 2000. The BtVS writers were some of the first ones to connect directly with fans over the internet. There weren’t any rules for this sort of thing yet. The idea that fans were anything but passive consumers of stories was a weird new concept. But that’s not really an excuse. The same thing happened with Scott Allie, the Editor in Chief of Dark Horse comics, in 2009, when he responded to fan questions about whether Buffy and Spike would get together again in the comics with shock that Spuffy shippers even existed, and gave said fans a lecture on would they want their sister dating a rapist? No? So they shouldn’t want Buffy to date Spike.

I do want to make it clear that I think that Fury and Allie both have a right to their opinions. Spike is a divisive character for good reason. What I find creepy about both of them is their assumption that female Spike fans are too stupid and gullible to separate fiction from reality, and it’s their duty as Level-Headed, Logical Men to save us from ourselves. It’s especially creepy in Allie’s case, considering that he was eventually forced out of his job by the revelation of his own very inappropriate behavior towards female colleagues.

In any case, neither Fox/Dark Horse nor Joss ever really seemed to care about alienating the Spuffy fan base. In 2000, they still hadn’t cottoned to how enormously popular Spike was becoming. And even a year later, when JM was getting mobbed at conventions to the point where he couldn’t go anywhere without security, they always seemed to regard Spike’s popularity with a sort of baffled resentment. It wasn’t until Sierra Hahn took over at Dark Horse that we got any acknowledgement from the Powers That Be that we were an audience segment worth cultivating. Which is why the claims from other ship factions that the writers cater to Spike fans make me laugh my ass off. The unusual thing isn’t that Fury got away with treating fans like that, but that it’s finally stopped.

* Ironically, some time in the summer between BtVS season 7 and AtS season 5, Fury had a Road to Damascus moment, and came out of it a fervent fan of redeemed Spike, to the point that he argued against having Spike boink Harmony in Destiny, and wanted the season to end with Spike Shanshuing and leaving to find Buffy. What prompted the change of heart? I have no freaking clue.

Advice for the signs
  • <p> <b>aries:</b> you are capable of being loved. and yes, she fell in love with you. you are enchanting and mysterious and bright. you longed to illuminate her darkness.<p/><b>taurus:</b> listen to your heart.<p/><b>gemini:</b> let go. you have to forget about the one who broke your heart and you have to stop stalling and leave the one you do not love.<p/><b>cancer:</b> dont be afraid of new things. try being a vegetarian. dye your hair the color you were always too afraid to go for. swim with the sharks for once.<p/><b>leo:</b> sometimes things dont work out. you dont have to feel guilty for ending an unhealthy relationship.<p/><b>virgo:</b> friends aren't always forever. sometimes they wield the sharpest knives. just ask julius caesar.<p/><b>libra:</b> heartache can only get to you as long as you let it. a year is far too long to hold onto someone who has long since forgotten your name.<p/><b>scorpio:</b> your not in love with her anymore; you only want to be. you know you're falling for another, but you're afraid. don't be.<p/><b>sagittarius:</b> just kiss her.<p/><b>capricorn:</b> i know you loved him deeply, more than anyone before. give yourself time. time will heal everything.<p/><b>aquarius:</b> don't wait for words you'll never hear. she doesn't love you; she only wanted you because toying you was entertaining to her. do not fool yourself.<p/><b>pisces:</b> you are more in control of your life than you realize.<p/></p>

Requested by @katiethemstie

I love multi-era Who, I really do. And this isn’t exactly multi-era, but it’s close enough to make me very happy.

“Who is this?” Nine looked between you and the Tenth Doctor, obviously upset. “What’s goin’ on, what are you doin’ with this pretty boy?”

You tried not to laugh. You really, really tried. You also failed.

“Yeah, I am a bit pretty!” Ten snapped at his previous body, looking quite put out with the situation. You couldn’t blame him. There had been a month-long ordeal of him being afraid that you would leave him after he regenerated, so seeing his ninth self had to be making him nervous. “And you know what? She likes it!”

The Ninth Doctor grimaced and turned his attention back to you. “Love, who is this? What’s he doin’ on the TARDIS? And what does ‘e mean, you like it?”

His voice had gotten smaller and smaller and more panicked as he spoke, and you winced. You recognized that tone. That was the sound of a Doctor with very hurt feelings. He hadn’t sounded like this since he thought you were leaving him. Memories of that disaster pushed you to take action, and you immediately ran up to give Nine a hug. His arms wrapped possessively around you as he glared at Ten.

“I missed you,” you said. You hadn’t realized quite how much you missed him, really. You had adjusted so well to the idea that Nine and Ten were the same person, and the Tenth Doctor had been so wonderful, that you had managed to not let yourself miss Nine too terribly. Now you realized that there was an ache in your heart that missed his daft old face. “I really did.”

Ten made a mildly upset sound in the back of his throat.

“What happened?” Nine asked. Ooh, he was angry. This could escalate into something violent if you didn’t do some damage control. “What happened to me, why am I not with you?”

“I am with her. I just regenerated,” said Ten, not giving you a chance to break the news gently.

A heavy silence descended on the TARDIS, and you felt the Doctor’s arms tighten their grip on you.

“You regen- oh.” Nine’s grip tightened even further, making you slightly uncomfortable. "Oh, no. No. You’ve got to be kiddin’ me. I regenerate into you?“

Ten wiggled his fingers in a mock-wave. "Ta.”

Nine pulled back so he could look you in the eye, incredulity painting his face. "And you stayed?“

Of course. "Yeah.”

Nine looked to Ten, and then back at you. “And you like this bloomin’ show pony?”

Were someone else asking the question, you could gush about Ten and how wonderful he was, but it was Nine who was asking and a love-sick gush-fest was not what Nine needed to hear at the moment, so you just shrugged. “He’s you, but with marginally less sass and really floofy hair. No complaints from me, though sometimes I do miss the sass, just a little.”

“And I don’t get mistaken for her father when I take her out,” Ten drawled, purposefully jabbing at a sore topic that had bothered Nine horribly over the years you traveled with him.

You gave Ten a harsh look. “That was unnecessary.”

She’s never had a problem with it,” Nine said, defending himself.

“Yeah, because she was afraid you would leave her if she said the wrong thing, because you never talked to her, you daft-”

“I said the important things!”

“The things that were important to you, not the things she needed to kno-”

“Oh, like that’s changed just because I regenerated-”

“Yes, that’s right, I can’t be any better than you, because you always thought you were so impressive!”

“I am so impressive!”

You sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of your nose. This wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Thankfully, it was a suitably entertaining way to pass the time. Entertaining enough to sell tickets to, honestly. Maybe the TARDIS could make popcorn. Ooh, you had to record this! Camera!

anonymous asked:

Thas cute but like it’s rlly creepy to sexualize mlm relationships and write aus and like have a bunch of straights following it? It makes me really uncomfortable that you use our sexuality as an entertainment for straight girls

I’m deeply sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I’m not sexualising anything? I’m not saying that I love homosexual relationships and I want them to have a homosexual relationship in real life? So then a homosexual person can’t write a story about straight people?
Sorry but I don’t understand.
I don’t go after them on Twitter or whatever saying “oh my god please date” or things like that, I’m just telling a story.
I don’t think I’m sexualising them and homosexual relationship, in a matter of facts, I never said I was straight.

“...Don’t Know Me.”

Requested by an anon. (!)Trigger Warning: Self Harm| Please don’t do it guys!

Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

Giriboy X Reader
Request: Giriboy likes a fellow celebrity who has a hidden dark past of self harm. You have been warned. 

He didn’t think you had problems like this. You were such a sweet girl. It’s not like it was noticeable anyways. Everyone just saw you as this pure hearted, strong, girl. But your past was hidden under your sleeves.

You began rapping as a hobby. It’s what you did when you were bored. You loved rap, hip hop and R&B. You sometimes dreamed of being a rapper but it wasn’t your first choice in a career you wanted for the rest of your young life.

You were a sweet and lovable girl. Of course not everyone thought the same. You were picked on by the other children just for being a little bit different. You didn’t wear the same size uniform as the other girls. Yours was a couple of sizes bigger than theirs. You never knew children could be so cruel.

As you grew up, the more and more you got picked on. It got to a point where the boys would bully you. The girls would push you down, pull your hair, kick your face in. The guys would sit there and call you names such as, fat ass, idiot, and dumb ass. They brainwashed you into thinking you were supposed to be like them.

And it worked. You hated your image, both inside and outside. You began to starve yourself to become skinny. You’d work out for hours without any water or any food. You’d put on layers of makeup to look like those girls around you. They didn’t need makeup. 

They were naturally beautiful like Yoona from SNSD or Dara from 2NE1. They were naturally beautiful. There wasn’t anyway you could be happy with what you looked like. Not to mention your parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage.

You’d spend hours in front of your bathroom mirror, crying and cursing yourself for the way you looked. You punched your mirror because you couldn’t stand to look at yourself anymore. It only stung a bit. You looked down at the glass in your fist and a crooked smiled appeared on your face.

You looked in the sink and grabbed one of the many mirror shards. You inhaled deeply and put the shard to your skin. Without breathing, you slowly slid the shard across your wrist deeply. You pulled the shard up and looked at the cut you had made. 

It was deep. You exhaled. Something in you became satisfied. And you over and over and over and over again until you were happy with yourself. At lasted until you were seventeen years old.

One night you were performing at a club. It was open mic night. You got in with a fake ID, thanks to your friend. As you were on stage performing, there were many people in the crowd, a few are rappers. You had this stage persona that didn’t make your style in clothing.

You performed in sweatpants and hoodies. No one actually knew your real name. So they called you “Hoodie” (A/N: I know that’s already someone’s stage name, but I’m going to use it here.) You even built up a little fanbase.

You went from performing on open mic night to getting club gigs. You went from getting club gigs to label signing offers. You wanted to be independent for as long as you could before signing to a label.

You found yourself enjoying rapping more than anything else. You had some bad moments but you bounced back because your fans made sure they had your back. They knew you had dealt with depression but they still don’t know what’s under the sleeves.

It wasn’t until late 2015, where you finally found the label for you. You were performing at a club. It was a club you performed at a lot so you had a lot of fans in the crowd. You had an amazing stage. You even had an encore.

After your performance you were at the bar drinking water. You didn’t drink much and you weren’t going to start now. Suddenly someone approached you.

“Amazing job out there kid. You have an amazing stage presence.”

“Thank you. That-”

You turned around to be face to face with Epik High’s Tablo! A legend! You bowed deeply and came up quickly almost falling backwards.

“It’s an honor.”

He only chuckled.

“Don’t be so formal. This is a club after all. Where did you learn to flow like that?”

“I don’t know. It just came natural to me. My Dad used to listen to a lot of rap when I was a kid, and I picked up a lot of it.”

“Where those your songs?”

“Yeah. Lyrics and the beats, all mine.”

“I recently just had a sub label set up under YG Entertainment, HIGHGRND, we don’t have many artists. Would you like to join?”

“Are you serious?!”

“I am.”

“YES! A HUNDRED TIMES YES! I mean, I’d love to.”

You were known the the best first female artist under HIGHGRND! With signing under HIGHGRND, a lot more fame came your way. You were getting all these gigs. Tablo eventually got you a manager to help you manage everything. And it did help significantly.

You were having an album release party. You didn’t know that many people, but Tablo of course did. He invited all his friends and fellow rappers to the party so they could get to know you, maybe for collaborations. And one of those people he invited was, Giriboy.

You didn’t know much about anyone else. So almost everyone was foreign to you. You were standing by yourself, drinking water looking at your phone.

“Y/N! Y/N! I want you to meet someone.” You heard Tablo’s voice.

You looked up to see Tablo smiling at you with a younger man standing next to him. He pushed up his glasses.

“Y/N, this is Giriboy. He’s a fan of yours and really wanted to meet you.”

The two of you shook hands.

“You don’t have to call me that. You can call me Siyoung.”

“Noted. Hello Siyoung.”

He smiled. That was the start of your friendship with him. If you weren’t by yourself or in a meeting with someone, you were with Siyoung. Even if you were by yourself, you were texting Siyoung telling him everything.

You told him everything before you’d even tell any of your friends. He was your biggest fan and you were his biggest fan. No one would dare try to separate the two of you.

Siyoung loved you, more than a friend. You had him from hello. He knew you hid yourself from everyone. You promised to tell him everything, but you knew there was stuff you couldn’t tell him.

You were on tour but your next show wasn’t until next week. You decided to come back to Seoul and chill with Siyoung at the arcade.

“Race you to the air hockey!”

“You’re on!”

The two of you rushed over to the free air hockey table. There were eight of them. All of them were taken except for one. They were spaced out a bit too much.

You went to the left side and he went on the right. He pulled up his sleeves.

“You’re about to lose twenty to nothing noob!”

“Whatever, four eyes! I’m gonna win!”

“Four eyes, huh? People called you Hoodie because they didn’t know your name.”

“But they knew me for my stage presence and that I was a queen!”


“That’s it, four eyes!”

You rolled up for sleeves without thinking and grabbed the striker in front of you. Siyoung’s smile left his face and a look of terror replaced it as he stared at your arms.

You looked down and gasped. You quickly covered your arms back up. You ran into the women’s restroom and locked yourself in a stall. Siyoung tried to rush after you.

“Y/N! I didn’t mean to- Y/N!”

‘Great! Good job Y/N! Now he probably thinks you’re a suicidal freak!’ You thought to yourself.

Minutes go by, not a word from you. He couldn’t call you. Your phone was in your purse which was not on you.

Hours ago by, Siyoung becomes inpatient. He waits for all do the women to leave the restroom before running inside. He locks the door behind him.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you in here? Wow this restroom is nice.”


You open the stall door to see Siyoung staring back at you. You slap his chest.

“What are you doing in the women’s restroom. Do you know what’s gonna happen when someone finds you-”

“I don’t care. I want to know one thing, are you okay?”

“Siyoung I’m fine, I-”

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

“Are you okay?”

“Siyoung I promise I’m okay.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”


You ripped your hand away from him and unlocked the restroom door. You stormed out and sat in one of the booth and pulled your hood over your head as you laid your head down on the table.

Siyoung followed behind you, but kept his distance. He sat in the seat across from you. He felt terrible for bringing it up and bringing attention to it. But he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

There was no answer from you.

“I shouldn’t have brought attention to it. It just shocked me that you hid stuff like that from me. From what I saw, they weren’t recent. Or do you still-”

“No, I don’t.” You answer.

“That’s good. You know, I’m here for you when you need me. You’re one of my best friends. A-And, I love you.”

You lifted your head and stared at him.


“Well I wanted to admit it somewhere nice. This wasn’t my setting of choice to tell you. I’ve fell madly in love with you. I know it sounds cliche but I really have over the course of these past months.”

You didn’t say a word. You looked down. He lifted your chin.

“Why are you looking down?”

“I’m ashamed that you had to see me like this.”

“No, no. Don’t be ashamed. I’m glad you showed me this side of you.”


“So I can take care of you.”

You blushed.

“Siyoung~!” You whined playfully.

“What? Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Do you ever think of harming yourself, you know, now?”


“Good. But if you ever really do think of doing it again, can you come talk to me. And if you want to talk about the past to anyone, you can come talk to me”

“Of course, now can I ask you something?”

“Anything, Y/N.”

“Why are you suddenly so so interested in my past or me?”

“I’ve been interested in you since the day we met. I knew you were beautiful but I didn’t know the soul and personality behind the face. And I’ve come to love you.”

You sighed. “Siyoung, you don’t know me.”

“Well let me get to know you. This you! The one with a troubled past. Your past doesn’t change my love for you. I know my feelings are real, I just want you to accept them.”

You were speechless. He grabbed your hands.

“Will you accept my feelings?”

You nodded.

He slowly pulled down your hood and fixed your hair.

“You look beautiful.”

“Now you’re just sucking up to me.”

“What? It’s true.”

Steggy, Regency AU

for @alpacamyhedgehog

20. Regency AU 

Peggy stabbed a potato with her fork, using her knife to cut a smaller piece off to pop into her mouth.  

Steve winced at the scrape of the silverware against the china.  “Are you well? Margaret?”  

Peggy shrugged slightly.  “I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t be…”  

He leaned over, lowering his voice as he got closer.  “I hope you’ll let me explain the incident with Miss Lorraine…”  

She bit her lip and set her fork down on the plate in front of her.  “I think I’ve heard enough of that for an entire lifetime, Captain Rogers.”  She gathered her skirts and stood abruptly, prompting all the men at the table to stand as she left the room.  

By the time she reached the door to the back gardens, Steve had caught up with her.  “Miss Carter, please…”  

She rounded on him.  “I have never been so humiliated in my life, Captain Rogers.  To see you and Miss Lorraine…the scandal, Captain.  The SCANDAL.  And to think I was entertaining the idea of courtship.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking positively fit to be tied.  “I…I had no idea that your affections for me ran so deeply…I had hoped, of course…Miss Carter…Margaret…”  

“Do not worry yourself to think that they run at all any longer, sir.” She pressed her lips together, glaring at him.  Her heart hammered in her chest, and it would have given away her lie if only he could hear it.  

“Margaret.  The unpleasantness with Miss Lorraine was just that.  Unpleasantness.  I do realize that my position in your community is only that of a lowly guard Captain, but I can assure you that my word, once given is gospel.  And my word on this matter is that you have utterly stolen my heart and as such, it cannot beat for another. I said as much to Miss Lorraine and she might have gone just then if you hadn’t happened upon us. I apologize from the depths of my heart that you were hurt by something I have done.  And I hope time will heal your wounds.  Because it only cuts mine deeper. I will take my leave of you, ma’am.”

Peggy’s mouth fell open as Steve bowed before her, before walking back inside the house.  She let his words rattle around in her head for a few moments before she turned and ran towards the door he’d just entered.  

She ran through the house, her feet thumping on the floor as she reached the front parlor.  She opened that one and ran outside, looking round for Steve’s figure and praying that he hadn’t gone.

“Steve!” she called.  

He stopped, turning to face her, saying nothing, because clearly, he’d said enough.  

“Won’t you please…come back inside?  And be my partner for cards?”  

A smile spread upon his face as he strode towards her.  “It is so very difficult to say no to you, Miss Carter.”  

ID #15693

Name: Remy
Age: 26
Country: France

My name is Remy and I currently live in France. I’ve been moving around a lot over the past few years (Wales, England, Ireland…) and decided to settle there for now, following a business opportunity. So here I am, living in a liminal space between countryside and city, enjoying the wild flowers and the bookstores.
I used to have penpals when I was in middle school and high school but those correspondences slowly faded away to disappear when I got to uni. Such a shame for I loved to take the time to share thoughts and news, pick nice stationery and give an artsy vibe to envelops. Recently, I came across an old stack of letters from that period and it got me really nostalgic of the time when my mailbox was filled with letters so I decided to get back to writing again.
I have a weird, eclectic set of interests and hobbies and hopefully I’ll find someone to share them with.

I read a lot of crime/mystery novels as well as anything on history or with a paranormal something to it and not necessarily recent or trendy. I also tend to re-read old favourites a lot, including but not limited to : Arthur Conan Doyle, Agatha Christie, Preston & Child, Bram Stocker, Edgar Allan Poe and Susan Hill. Romance and girly stories are not my cup of tea but I do appreciate non-fiction very much; anthropology, religions and occult books being my read of choice.

When it comes to TV series and movies, I don’t watch much and most of what I do watch are « old lady crime series » and horror movies. I don’t consider myself to have good taste in those area and to be honest, I don’t really like the trendier things on telly nowadays (I am deeply sorry to say that I do not find Game of Thrones entertaining for instance).

Music-wise, I listen mainly to 20s jazz, folk and world music and random tracks here and there. If I love music, I’m absolutely no expert and just listen to what suits my mood that day.

I do love cooking a lot. I have been a vegetarian for many years now and really enjoy coming up with recipes, experimenting with whatever is in season and sometimes try out vegan dishes. Sourcing properly what I cook is very important to me and I tend to go toward fair-trade/organic/locally made products that I can have fun cooking from scratch.

I adore thrift shopping and vintage everything, from clothes and jewellery to china, I think buying second hand is a great way to lower my carbon footprint as well. I often wander around flea markets and garage sales, looking for old jewellery, pieces of garment, nice fabrics, books and teacups to be filled with my favourite blend of Lapsang souchong.

I also press flowers, collect tarot decks, go hiking every now and then, enjoy stargazing and I am (very much) a cat person (I am currently owned by a lovely 15yo grumpy kitty, glaring at me for typing when I should be scratching his head).

What am I looking for in terms of exchanges ? Well, anything really. I’d love to share recipes and exchange flower seeds, discuss the little daily things or more profound reflections. I remember enjoying meeting new people through their letters very much as a kid and I hope I’ll get to experience that again.

Preferences: I am exclusively looking for someone to exchange snail mail with. I love to take the time to write a letter with pen and paper (or a typewriter) and go to the post office to send it. I know people find email very handy because of the instantness and I do too, love to have them at work but to me they lack the magic of a proper letter. Other than that, maybe someone close to my age or older (25+) as I have what many people qualify as « old lady’s interests ». Gender and country do not matter to me as I believe they are not the most relevant when it comes to someone’s character.

In the Company of Giants...again!

Spent the day on set at the Outlander studio, and had a great time. Was actually working today, doing PR videos and promo announcements for various countries (“Hello to all our Outlander fans in Scandinavia! Hope you enjoy Season Three of Outlander on Viaplay!” etc., etc….), plus a to-camera interview (they call it that because the cut out the interviewer’s questions, so it looks like I’m just talking straight to the camera) that Sony and Starz can cut up and use in little bits wherever they like.

Got Professionally Made Up–and I tell you, when a professional TV makeup artist makes you up, you stay that way, though the hair is a little less static. The lovely makeup person did do my hair beautifully, and with luck, that will have lasted through all the filming. I was standing in the hot South African sun through it all, though, and by the end, my hair had pretty much given up, so I just borrowed a hair elastic from Sam’s charming makeup person, Wendy, and tied it back.

Got to watch quite a lot of filming–deeply entertaining, as always. Pretty sure you’re going to really enjoy this season!

Diana Gabaldon, FB

anonymous asked:

Kristen's gay and dating Stella Maxwell, Robert's dating FKA Twigs, no need to tell conspiracy theories and lies to create some false hope of a former couple secretly being back together, even married with children; having completely false fantasies of two people you don't even know is just not normal and makes you come across as crazy and unhinged, please get help because it's not normal to be deeply invested in the lives of people you don't know and then tell lies about them that you post.

Did Kristen or Rob tell you all these? Or you came to these “conclusions” from reading tabloids and watching too much “entertainment news” online?  Do YOU know them personally? Or you came up with these fantasies with that tiny pea sized brained of yours from paparazzi photos and manipulated fan made images or videos?

“I’ve always wanted to keep what was mine and private, mine, because I didn’t want to be a part of an industry that was just making money off of it.

“I have never been interested to sell my personal life. And that is the only reason people are bringing it up. The reason you go on TV is to promote movies. You know, that is the way to do it.” 

- Robert Pattinson *Cosmopolitan promo with ABC “Good Morning America”, Aug 2012

While you are happily making money for the industry who created those fantasies to sell you, they will always keep what is theirs private and be constantly selling THEIR MOVIES. You need to get help in understanding satire such as SNL, and decipher lies and half truths from print interviews with publishers and writers with their own agendas. Because it’s not normal to be this stupid to make so much money for the industry and making the lives of these two actors so miserable with paparazzis and fake news outlets hounding them.

Oh…I normally don’t reply anonymous mail and send them to immediate blocking. Since I have time, and they are so gutless to come at me at my own blog for spewing BS. Well I will just post it first THEN block.


A/N: So, this one is long. I plan on continuing this storyline as a series with multiple chapters, as long as you guys enjoy it. I have it organized in my head and am very excited for what’s to come. I hope you guys like it. If you would like me to continue it; like it, reblog it, or simply send me a message. I wanna provide content that you want to read! I love you guys.

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“Ya! Don’t lie to me.”
“You’re even speaking English, you must be angry.”
“I’m going to be angry if you’re lying about this opportunity.”
“I am not lying. SM sent an email to me this morning. They’re expecting an answer by tonight.”

I had to hold in my screams. Anguish? Excitement? Who the hell knows anymore.

“Tell them yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“I will be sure to send them those exact words. Stay safe, Pink.”
“Will do. Also, thank them. For the opportunity. Maybe save some thanks for yourself, as well.”

I heard a grunt on the other line before the click signifying my call had come to an end. I turned my phone off, covered my face with my hands, and swore. Multiple times.
What else would I be expected to do? After all, I was just invited to collaborate with one of the most influential men of the Korean wave. One of nine multiple-million sellers. One of the people that could make my heart flutter without even having met them. No one other than Byun Baekhyun.

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