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TASK SIX : THE BEST MISTAKE

One of the things that makes me gag around here is the friendships. Some of you lot are sickening with how much you care about each other. So, I’m going to send a group message for everyone to save everyone’s number. 

The task:

Your character will send one or more accidental text to a new contact. It should be someone that your character doesn’t have much connection with in a way to create a relationship. It aims to expand friendship groups and create new bonds. The type of text is completely up to you, and you can send as many as you like. Try to avoid sending it to someone you character already knows well. Be as random as you like. 

The tag:

We will be using the event tag mlawtask6. So, for all those accidental texts make sure to use that tag. There is no time limit on this task. You’re welcome to take part anytime.  

how to not be an asshole and still maintain your moral standards

because it seems that for a lot of people there’s nothing in-between “I don’t like x thing because it’s bad for x reason and if you disagree then you are evil scum” and “yeah sure do whatever you want!!! give everyone a chance to express their creativity/opinions no matter what!!!!”

1. Know your shit.

One of the easiest things to do is to make yourself look like an idiot because you didn’t bother to look for more information. Before you form your opinion, be sure to rationally look at both sides of an argument and do as much fact-checking you can before you give your input. This goes for anything. Politics, shipping discourse, what have you. 

(something to note: not everything works the same in other countries as it does in your country.)

2. If necessary, make a distinction between what is genuinely harmful/derogatory and what upsets you personally.

This is important especially when someone asks you how you feel about a certain subject. There is a difference between Actual Pedophilia and “there is nothing Technically wrong with this ship but the age gap is big enough that the potential for a power-imbalance bothers me greatly, and I want no part of this”.

3. Don’t start shit.

Callout posts, angry messages, and witch hunts. Anon or not, just don’t do it. You might think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re probably just going to make people want to spite you instead of listen. Calling someone names or telling someone to kill themself is shitty.

Also, don’t infest someone’s tag with opinions they don’t want to see. If you feel the need to vent but don’t want to start discourse, use read mores and slashes inbetween words (li//ke thi//s) so that it won’t show up in the tag.

 Now, I’m not saying you have to be completely passive about things you don’t like, but there are other things you can do to avoid them, like…..

4. Just block people.

Let me say this again.

JUST. BLOCK. PEOPLE.

Or unfollow them. It’s super easy. One click, and they’re gone. 

You’re allowed to have opinions. So are other people. And guess what, you don’t have to look at them. Shocker. 

If you’re going to post something and it would make you uncomfortable if people gave it context that you specifically don’t like, say it. State it clearly, and let people know that if they do it anyway, they’ll get blocked.

Think of it this way: if you throw a party and someone shows up and starts doing things and telling jokes etc that make you uncomfortable, what do you do? You don’t invite them to the next party. And if they weren’t invited to begin with, then you take extra precaution to make sure they don’t come again.

Remember, it’s your blog. It’s your party. You’re the host, and yeah you want to make sure your guests are happy, but you can still set boundaries. How much tolerance you have is up to you.

(see also: blacklist. I’ve surprisingly never used it. But it can very easily control what kinds of content you see or don’t see.)

5. Be patient.

If someone is doing something harmful, it’s possible they just don’t know better. People are limited by their life experiences and might not know to think differently because they never knew they could.

People change. What were you like a year ago? Five years ago? Ten years ago? I highly doubt that you’re proud of everything you’ve said and done in the past. There were jokes I’ve said and things I’ve liked that I would never dream of saying now.

This is why I think it’s so, so important to not immediately condemn someone. People don’t often make complete 180s, so don’t expect them to. People don’t like being told they’re wrong, and might need take some time to sort out their thoughts/unlearn their behavior before substantial change happens. Does this excuse their behavior? No, of course not. Even without ill-intent, people can absolutely still do damage.

6. Know when to speak.

This can go a lot of ways. Certain fights aren’t yours to fight. Don’t talk over anyone else. Admit when you don’t know enough about something to give a proper opinion. Recognize when something isn’t worth the time or energy.

Also: learn to recognize traps. People will try to send “gotchas” disguised as innocent questions. These are usually done with the intent of twisting your words and making you sound problematic no matter your response. Even if you’re not sure, just don’t respond. Avoid confrontation and discourse whenever you can. Resist being petty if you know that it’d just start more drama.


That’s it. I hope y’all can go out and try to be decent people. Have fun. Your internet experience is up to you. You don’t need to make it someone else’s responsibility.

Shipping discourse honestly could be avoided entirely with these simple steps:

1. If you ship a ship that may possibly trigger anyone or that people have expressed they are uncomfortable with, please tag appropriately. Better yet, put the ship name and any warnings in the actual post (possibly in a disclaimer) so even if others reblog and don’t tag, blacklist should still notice it.

2. If a ship makes you uncomfortable for any reason, don’t follow those who ship it, blacklist the ship name and any content warnings for things that make you uncomfortable or trigger you, and perhaps block those who are often making content for said ship if you don’t wish to see their posts in the searches or tags. Xkit and Tumblr Savior, as well as Tumblr’s own block feature, are very useful tools. Use them.

3. Similarly, if you do ship it, you can follow the same steps for avoiding those who don’t and are vocal about it.

4. You can post your opinion against the ship on your blog. That is fine. However, put slashes through the ship name if you mention it (both in the post itself and in the tags) so that it doesn’t show up in the search where the fans of said ship will be browsing in hopes to see more content of that ship. They are not, ever, in a million years, hoping to see your negative opinion while looking for content. Same goes for using the tags they use.

5. If someone expresses they are uncomfortable with a ship, do not press the matter. Do not bug them until they give you a reason (that reason could be trauma that the ship reminds them of and they, under no circumstances, are required to reveal that information to you). Do not intentionally send them it. Do not push it on them. Do not expect them to possibly cater to you and your wants just because you do happen to like it. You would not like the same done to you.

6. If someone does ship a ‘problematic’ ship, they are not obligated to give you a reason in order for their shipping of said content to be ‘acceptable.’ Again, past trauma may be involved and they are not required to give you that information under any circumstances. You may trigger them. Don’t press it.

7. Do not target specific blogs or vague about others that have the opposing opinion of you in regards to a ship. Or anything, for that matter. It’s not only rude but crossing a line. You want them to respect you and your boundaries? Respect theirs.

8. Do not throw around serious accusations/insults like ‘pedophile’ or ‘abuse apologist’. For one, what someone ships does not at all mean they condone any problematic content involved in real life. Secondly, you may be throwing shade that could very well be related to past trauma (ie calling a csa survivor a pedophile) and that could cause flashbacks and/or panic attacks. That’s not cool at all. Have some human decency.

9. If a ship is generally considered bad by the fandom and you create content of it, please attempt to avoid using the general character tags. If unavoidable (like with the case of fic, where the character names are likely to come up) please be sure to put warnings in your post and try to make it as easy to blacklist as possible.

10. Do not intentionally seek out drama from people on the opposing side. Do not intentionally try to start shit or go after anyone over it. I would think this would be obvious, but it apparently isn’t. No matter your side on the matter, this is unacceptable and only makes others on your side look bad and take away from the credibility of your opinions. It also will make people less inclined to care about your side of the matter and won’t really benefit you in the long term.

11. Remember that YOU are responsible for YOUR comfort in your browsing experience. No one else is. If you are bothered by anything in fandom, whether a ship or those who oppose said ship, then you need to do what you can to make your browsing experience safe from it all. YOU. Not others. No one else is responsible for that but YOU.

12. However, you should also do what you can to make your content able to be avoided easily by those who will do what they can to do so. Remember to make sure you make your post easy to blacklist by those who may want to avoid it. If someone sees a post that upsets them because you didn’t do whatever you could to make it possible for them to not see it, then that isn’t exactly fair either.

13. Remember that there is a real, live, complex human being behind that computer. There is more to them than what they ship or don’t ship, and acting like that is the all there is to them is not showing them respect. It doesn’t matter if they do things you think isn’t okay. They deserve respect as a fellow human being. Even if there is discourse between you guys, please don’t forget there is a human being there and they are just as complex as you and deserve to be thought of as such. There is always more to these things than is shown on the surface, and that should be considered when interacting with them. Stay calm and consider their side as well as yours and be respectful of both sides. It’s hard, I know. It’s so much easier to dehumanize a person and judge them entirely off of one aspect of their lives. But the easier path isn’t always the better one. 

Please consider all of these points for the future. If we could all learn how to get along and respect each other, then discourse about this could easily be in the past. We should all be coming together to celebrate a piece of media we all like, not tearing each other apart over insignificant things like ships.

rorochan92  asked:

Cassie, I'm so sorry, but some 'fans' are sharing a lot of LoS spoilers and snippets here on Tumblr - and on Twitter, too. What do you think that we should do to avoid them?

This does happen, even with books that are embargoed. There’s always a bookstore or a website that doesn’t comply with the embargo and sends the book out early. After all these years I’ve come to accept this as inevitable.

I am against spoilers, as you know — I think they ruin the experience of reading a book. I think if you’re going to post spoilers, no one can stop you, but please — don’t tag your spoilers with anything that will bring unwary fans to your page (”TDA” “Lord of Shadows”) and please put the spoilers under a cut. 

If you are trying to avoid spoilers (and I hope you are) — blacklist “los spoilers” and “lord of shadows spoilers” as tags. If you can’t blacklist and you see someone spoiling, ask them politely to put their spoilers under a tag. If you see someone spoiling on Twitter, mute them for the next week.

Some people like being spoiled — I never understand why because information about a book out of context can give you the completely opposite impression or idea of what actually happens in a book (say someone is reading the book and tells you Emma murders Julian*; maybe you if you read it, you’d find out a few paragraphs later that was all an illusion, or faked or a dream: but if you came across that as a spoiler you’ll never know and it may well influence you to never read the book.) Also, you’ll get their take on what happened, which wouldn’t necessarily be yours: I’ve already seen some spoilers that to me don’t seem to bear any resemblance to what happens in the book at all. :-(

Spoilers are part of the internet, and we’re all kind of stuck with them: all we can do is politely ask people who are spoiling to make sure they’re only spoiling people who want to be spoiled. I would be desperately unhappy if someone prevented me from experiencing a book (or movie) the way it’s supposed to be experienced by telling me beforehand what happened. There’s a reason they’re called spoilers, because they spoil/ruin the experience of reading for many, many people: please just do your best to make sure that in your eagerness to talk about a new book you’re not wrecking anyone else’s enjoyment of the experience.

Totally legit facts about Gil™

* Only sleeps for like 4 hours a day

* Exists on a diet of coffee, sandwiches and whatever the future version of skittles is

* Loves vodka whilst he’s robbing everyone blind at poker

* Vodka doesn’t love him - if, and when, he’s hungover, he has to stay in bed all day and eat whilst he watches cheesy crime/detective shows (preferably whilst spooning with Ryder) 

* Him and Jill may or may not have “”””accidentally”””” conned a senior alliance officer out of ~500 credits one time at a casino on the Citadel (they were then told ‘politely’ to never come back)

* Amazingly his hair just does that - probably something to do with him working by the mass effect core all day

*  Gil spends like 20 minutes trying to shave his chin juuuuuuust right

* Never cleans up after himself when he tinkers with stuff on the ship - whenever Ryder needs to find him they just follow the trail of discarded wrenches, oil spills and sandwich crumbs (for the hungry engineer on the go) 

(was thinking about these the other night just deciding to post it now because 1) it’s a break from doing my report and 2) I’m all about that Gil Brodie)  

thoughts on safe lists

Context: There is a tumblr page that started to build up a list of recs for fics that do not contain certain tropes, and a list of authors that write those tropes so that people could avoid them.

I’m not on the list of authors to avoid, nor did I participate in the construction of that list, so I’m (mostly) leaving the discussion there to others.

But I was on the list of recommended authors, and I had a little verified check mark next to my blog name indicating that I was “safe” to follow because my blog did not talk about any of the tropes. And I have feelings about that, because…you know what? Nobody showed me the list of tropes to be avoided and asked me if I was safe.

I’m a big fan of letting people hate what they hate, and letting people love what they love, within the generalized confines of modern small-l liberalism. I absolutely support people in their desire to identify things they hate and avoid them, and I support people who love that thing loving it, and things tend to work best if lovers and haters get separate rooms. (The confines of small-l liberalism end when someone loves going into someone else’s room and messing with their shit. Don’t do that.) I support tags and blacklists and blocking liberally.

I am old and salty as fuck, so trust me I understand hatred. I also understand that life’s too damned short to waste trying to convince people to hate things they love or love things they hate.

But that’s why creating a list of “safe” authors without consulting those authors is not a great choice. You’re putting me in a room without asking me if I want to be in it.

If you want to put an author on a list as having a “safe” blog to follow for X thing, there is only one way to know if the author is safe for that thing, and that’s to look at the author’s words about that thing. I don’t think I’ve used words to express my opinion about any of the things on that list either way on this blog.

As it is, I happen to love femslash Victor/Yuuri. And multiple A/B/O fics. And multiple fics with stripper AUs and sexwork. All of those things were on the list of bad things to block people for. When I saw the list, I instantly recognized authors I’ve read and loved–@dadvans @forovnix @lazulisong @sparklingwaterbabie @yuurisvictor @phoenixwaller @savour-y @astoryaboutwar at a first glance, and surely many more if I deep-dived and actually clicked on all the URLs.

By putting me on a “safe” list without consulting me, you’re putting me in a position where if I ever reblog something, or squee about a fic I like, I’m going to be making someone who felt like they were in a safe space feel attacked. I don’t want to do that. 

If you are harmed by seeing a thing, please use the ask box instead of assuming that I also don’t like the thing. Telling people I’m safe for X thing when you haven’t verified is a dick move both to the people you’re telling and to me.

TL;DR ASK PEOPLE INSTEAD OF ASSUMING THEY HATE THE SAME THINGS THAT YOU DO.

liking gay things is fun and all like yes i love representation but it’s such a pain to get involved in the fandom bc you always have a ton of straights obsessed with anything gay and its sooooo uncomfortable trying to figure out who is lgbt and who just enjoys the show and who treats us grossly and should be avoided at all costs

Pro tip: If you know someone has issues with their immune system, tell them if you get sick. If you have plans, let them know you’re sick (yes, even if you’re “mostly over it”). If they choose to risk it, then at least it’s their choice, and they can take extra steps to avoid catching your bug.

If they ask to reschedule, or do go but refuse to touch you or get to close, don’t get angry. Don’t be offended. They’re literally just trying to look out for their health.

Even if it’s a scratchy throat, or you feel a little stuffed up, and you’re not “really sick”, still say something.

✨ H.A.T.E  ✨


Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 

“Fine.” 

boyonetta is abusive

Over a year ago, I made this post:

It got about 100 notes and then I forgot about it until weeks ago when Zach (boyonetta) reblogged it to tell me not to mention him again because I’m the worst person on this website (admittedly, in harsher words and with much greater detail).

When people asked him why he thought I was a bad person (because if I wasn’t, he would’ve had harassed me for no reason) the accusations were “they’re an aphobe” (with no evidence), “they doxx people” (with no evidence) and “they pushed the trans boy who started down with hate (my friend Chris) to attempting suicide”, with no evidence. One of these stuck.

I repeatedly asked for any proof they had of me doing this, and instead of providing any, they would block me and post stuff like this when I couldn’t defend myself:

After this claim had been spreading for two weeks, I realized I would have to contact Chris and have him set the record straight if I wanted these people to stop:

One of my fans decided to send Zach an ask with a link to this post, and immediately after, he posted this:

How convenient. Right when someone had found proof that he was lying about me to his friends and followers, he decided he was done posting about me because I “harassed” them by asking for evidence.

Zach is clearly a manipulative liar who knows he fucked up. By his own admission, his behavior towards me was abusive:

Despite this, I doubt he’ll apologize or try to better himself in any way. In all likelihood, he’s going to repeat his lie later once the heat has died down. But hopefully this post will let people know to avoid him in the future and report him if/when he tries something like this on someone else.

If you all could reblog this so that his followers might see it in his tag, that would be greatly appreciated.

ACOWAR Fandom Pre-Release

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Ok everyone. We are already going to have to deal with a war in the books so let’s not start some sort of war on Tumblr. The amount of anger and disappointment going around in concern to spoilers is quite honestly getting out of hand. (Now give me a second ‘cause I’m going to play neutral here and show both sides even though there shouldn’t be sides to begin with.)

To those that WANT spoilers: ENJOY THEM! Be happy knowing little teasers of the book and read the hell out them to you heart’s content. Honestly if that’s what you want then feel free to do so and share them with other’s who would love to know about them! It’s great knowing that people can share this information and be happy and/or emotional wrecks together when they read a spoiler. 

BUT also be courteous to those that don’t want spoilers. I for one GREATLY appreciate the lengths you are all going toward in tagging, “read more” and etc. to make sure spoilers are not revealed to the rest of the fandom. Except some people do not do this which is a tad irritating. Even posting your reactions to spoilers and tagging the character involved is a spoiler to some degree. So please for those who are not tagging “acowar spoilers” or such then PLEASE DO SO. Have mercy on your fellow readers who want to read this book with an “innocent” mind. (Though I’m sure our minds aren’t that innocent since we are looking forward to some smut in the book *wink wink*)

To those who DON’T want spoilers: That’s fine if you want to be in the dark. It’s ok to leave Tumblr or other social media that could potentially give away parts of the book you don’t want to see. Or if you stay on Tumblr and block tags/words/users temporarily. I understand. You are being diligent and hey that’s incredible if you are able to avoid those spoilers like Neo in the Matrix dodging bullets!

BUT please don’t bash people that want spoilers. That’s not cool. And if for some reason they reveal a spoiler to you then remain calm and either block them for the time being or try to block more tags. Throwing hate isn’t going to help erase that spoiler from your mind. But your words will leave a lasting impression that can’t be taken back.

As a fan who has read a spoiler and enjoyed it AND has accidentally stumbled across a spoiler and was upset about it let me just say I understand both sides in some way. No one side is better or worse. But the fandom as a WHOLE is disappointing right now. I’m not blaming one person, but to those who are pouring gasoline on a fire about that’s about to combust, please be considerate to other fans. (AND THAT GOES FOR BOTH SIDES THAT ARE INSTIGATING IT.)

Originally posted by cedimond

In the end we are one fandom who loves the world of Prythian and can’t wait to be immersed in the emotional roller coaster we are preparing for. And I am honored to be reading alongside the fans who have helped me expand my love for this series. If anything from this post please remember that.

CeCi Korea June 2017 Issue: Boys, be the ASTRO!

Summer’s coming and you’re making a comeback. What comes to your mind when I say ‘summer’?
Moonbin:
What comes to mind when you say ‘summer’ would be freedom? I want to light a bonfire at a campsite and spend an enjoyable time. My hometown’s in Cheongju so a lot of times I’d have fun like that when it’s summer.
JinJin: If you’re talking about summer, then of course it’s the sea. I used to enjoy fishing with my family when I was younger. The image of someone fishing paints itself like a memory.
Sanha: I’ve only been to a waterpark once since I was born but it was a lot of fun. I want to go again.
Eunwoo: The sun’s up longer during the summer. It makes me remember how it would still be sunny out even though school has ended and I’m playing soccer. My dad’s really been into hiking lately and I want to tag along too.
MJ: A weather where you have to avoid the sun!  Doesn’t it totally seem like a song title to you? I want to eat watermelon underneath a shady tree.
Rocky: Maybe because I’d sweat more than I usually do but diet is what comes to mind first. Rather than hitting the gym, I want to try a sport that I can enjoy doing so I’m thinking of starting swimming this summer.

Is dieting important even to male idols? Do you regulate your meals as well?
JinJin:
I usually dance intensely so I don’t see the need to purposely go on a diet. When we finish filming for our music videos, I would hear that I’ve unknowingly lost weight.
Moonbin: Before debuting, my diet meals were personally planned and I would have chicken breast and eggs in the mornings. If I’m busy, then it’s one apple. I would eat like that. We’ve decided that we’ll now manage our own selves.
Eunwoo: We don’t pay as much attention to it as girl groups. But even so, we would each put in some care when there’s an important filming and if the other seems like he’s gained weight then we would tell him.

Is there anything after debuting that you want to be better at or something that has attracted your interest?
Eunwoo:
I think I need to continue studying up foreign languages. When we perform overseas, I think it’s polite that we learn their trendy words, dances, etc.. Because we have to do even better.
Moonbin: Me too! And having stamina is more important that I thought. We were always overflowing with energy pre-debut so I didn’t think there was a need to worry about our stamina but as we continuously carried out promotions, I can feel that my stamina’s deteriorating.
JinJin: I’ve recently developed an interest in fashion. If previously I only stuck to the hip-hop style that I like, then now I’m finding ways to wear clothes that fit my body and physical frame.
MJ: I think managing my stamina and just generally taking care of myself is necessary. I try to eat some nutritional supplements too.
Rocky: Seeing as how I’m a rapper, I’ve been thinking lately about how I should read more books. There’s a limit to how much I can write just using my own experiences. I’m reading and not too long ago, I asked Eunwoo hyung to loan me one of his books. It’s a book called but I’ve yet to start on it.
Sanha: I’m relearning the basics of guitar (playing). I want to be better at it. I also want to show acoustic versions of our songs.

That reminds me, aren’t you having your first solo concert in July? Is there a stage that each of you are dreaming of?
MJ:
I want to put smile on the faces of fans who are coming to watch our concert. I’m thinking of having a stage with JinJin.
JinJin: I’m going to do it with you (laughs). After debuting, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to really show my rap so I want to show off a dark rap that matches with original hip-hop.
Rocky: I want to show off a dance stage that’s worthy of hearing comments like “legendary” and “the best”. We don’t have that kind of image yet.
Eunwoo: Shall I go home today and upload one? With a title that says “ASTRO’s Legend.”

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Burn, Baby Burn - Part 1/?

Summary: Every year you end up getting badly sunburnt and the team mercilessly teases you and this year is no exception. The only problem is, is that Bucky Barnes is now a part of the team, your best friend, and you ended up falling for his stupidly gorgeous face. Normally you can handle the team ragging on you with only a few grimaces but now, the last thing you want is Bucky seeing you made to seem like an idiot by the team. You decide to try and hide the fact that your entire back feels like a campfire is being built on it as you go through your daily life with the team to avoid them finding out but sometimes you just can’t hide things from your favourite soldier. (long summary, I know - I’m new to this)

A/N: Okay so this is my first fanfic ever and of course it had to be a Bucky x Reader because I’m trash, let’s be honest. Feedback is welcome! Share if you like it and if you want to be tagged just let me know! I don’t know how many parts this will have but I’m thinking around three?

Warnings: fluff in later parts, definitely swearing, I think that’s it?

You winced as you twisted your body in the mirror, trying to see how bad the burn was on your back. Turning your head around the other way, you sighed. All you could see was bright red skin that looked like a baboon’s ass and you had no one to blame but yourself. Ugh, every summer you went through the same damn thing, the weather got nice, you went outside to relax in the sun and you ended up falling asleep for hours and woke up with the worst sunburn. The worst one happened last year when you had fallen asleep on your back for five hours in the middle of August on the roof of the compound with sunglasses on. You had been bright red down your entire front and couldn’t move or wear a bra for days afterwards because of the pain, not to mention the fact that the team kept making fun of your white lines around eyes that your sunglasses left.


Sighing, you pulled on your shirt from where you had discarded it on the bathroom floor and shrugged it on. It didn’t hurt right now but tomorrow you knew that it would be hurting like a bitch, not to mention the incessant teasing you’d get from the rest of the team. Walking out of your bathroom, you started putting away your things from your ‘beach day’. You loved the team, honestly you did, they were like family; but sometimes the teasing got to be too much and it turned the corner from mothering to making you feel stupid. You knew that being in the sun for too long had health risks and honestly you tried to put on sunscreen most of the time but it seemed like every time you tried to get your ducks in a row, one of the little fuckers decided to wander off. It wasn’t your fault you always fell asleep in the sun, but the team always made it seem as if you were scatter-brained or too stupid to remember. Every year it got to be that way and you were sure that this time wouldn’t any different when they saw your stop-light red back or you cursing whenever you moved. Usually you were able to just brush it off but this time, this year, was different.


9 months ago, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes had returned from Wakanda, deemed fit by T’Challa’s team of doctors to return to society, and had joined the team. Flitting around your room, you put away clean clothes and tidied your already neat room. You always cleaned when you were stressed and right now, your mind was turning to one of its more stressful topics: Bucky fucking Barnes. When you had first met Bucky, he was quiet and withdrawn, still nervous around people he didn’t completely know, which included everyone except Steve. You had immediately been attracted to Bucky, how could you not be? He was the personification of the clique tall, dark, and handsome, except for his eyes. They were the clearest blue you had ever seen and the minute you had made eye contact with them you knew you were in trouble. You rolled your eyes at yourself, god this wasn’t some damn Nicholas Sparks novel, and you needed to get a hold of yourself. You had tried to keep out of his way the first couple of weeks he was at the compound, deciding that letting him settle in and get the hang of living with everyone would be easiest on him, rather than inflicting your slightly obnoxious and loud self on him right away. After a while, you slowly started talking to him, or trying to at least. When you were around him you found that your brain completely and utterly short-circuited. You stumbled over your words which you found to be humiliating, and in turn the worst thing you could possibly imagine happening outside losing your stellar sarcasm. Somehow though, over the next several months, Bucky had opened up to you to the point that your friendship rivaled his with Steve. You two were joined at the hip most of the time and you loved it, you loved him. Whatever feelings you had when you had first seen him were magnified the more you got to know the real Bucky that had been eclipsed by the Winter Soldier for so long. He was sweet and funny when he wanted to be, protective, brave, incredibly smart once you got him past all the advances in technology, and completely unaware of the effect he had on you. Stupid prick. You didn’t expect him to reciprocate your feelings for him and that was okay, you didn’t expect him to deal with your feelings on top of his adjusting to normal life so right now you were content with just being around him in whatever capacity he needed you, which at this moment of time seemed to be your sarcastic, no-bullshit, Disney-loving ass.


Drawing yourself out of your stupor, you stepped back from where you were dusting your shelves and turned back towards the bathroom. Pulling your shirt over your back, you turned to take another look at your back, hoping that it wasn’t as red as you remembered and cursed the gods of sunburns again when you saw how red your back was. Heat was already rolling off of your skin and not the kind that you liked between the sheets. You knew it would only get worse tomorrow and groaned when you realized the extent that the team’s teasing would go this time when they found out that you had gotten sunburnt again. It wouldn’t be so bad, you could usually handle the teasing, but this time Bucky was on the team and the last thing you wanted was to be made to look stupid in front of him. Slowly pulling your shirt completely off and tossing it to the side as you pulled back the covers and threw yourself face down on your bed; your shirt would be too painful to wear when you woke up the next morning. Turning over, you just lay there looking up at your ceiling where the glow in the dark stars you and Bucky had stuck up there a couple of months ago still hung. You knew it was probably an overreaction but you had always taken being embarrassed hard and especially in front of guys you had liked, it had happened before when you were younger and had ended badly. Turning over onto your stomach, you tucked your hands underneath your head and buried your face into the pillow. This year you promised, you wouldn’t let the team know that you had gotten badly sunburnt again, you wouldn’t give them the chance to embarrass you in front of Bucky. Your inner goddess rolled her eyes at your dramatics but you just flipped her off. You wouldn’t let anybody know that you had gotten yourself burnt again, especially not the lovable fuckers that were your team, and especially not Bucky, you promised yourself as you fell asleep.

TAGS: @nikolanna

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If smut isn’t your thing, check out this fluffy RSJ fic.

A/N: You guys are jerks. I was trying to avoid falling in another hole after Rob, but nooooo RSJ had to keep popping up on my blog. Now I can’t even look at the man without going unf

Summary: Rich directs a Supernatural episode you’re in, but his “directing” isn’t just contained to the set.

Pairing: RSJ x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected smut (be safe), explicit language, bit of spanking, bit of dom!Rich

Word Count: 4330

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Originally posted by pepperwoodatnight

The drive to set was more tense than usual. You tapped your fingers on the leather seat, knee bouncing in anticipation as your driver drove through Vancouver. You were taken down the same streets, the same sights greeting you, but the thing that was different was who you’d be seeing on set.

Richard Speight Jr. was your closest friend, the two of you having been around each other since you started doing conventions a few years ago when you became a well-liked character on the show. He was that friend you could tell anything, could joke about anything. There was no awkwardness or uncomfortable quiet moments. There was just you and him, and that was great. For awhile.

You didn’t mean to take a very strong liking to him. You had just gradually fell into the feeling, starting to realize you stared a little too long, laughed a little too hard at a stupid joke, missed him a little too much when you weren’t with him, lingered a little too long when you touched him. You were a mess on the inside, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do. Would you tell him or let yourself get burned from the intensity of your feelings? You still had no clue.

Rich was directing an episode of Supernatural, one that you were involved in. The thought of Rich at your side for the entire day, directing you, having his attention on you, only made you fidget even more.

“Have a good day,” your driver told you once he parked in the lot outside of the studio.

“Thanks,” you sighed, flashing him a grateful smile before making your way out of the car, your breath visibly puffing due to the chill in the air. You headed for the studio, knowing Rich would want to speak to you before you headed to makeup and wardrobe.

“There she is!” Rich’s voice sounded the second you stepped inside, that cheeky smile of his coaxing your own to appear as you walked right into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hands moving to rub along your arms to warm you up. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

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Don’t Let Me Go

(A/N): Sobbing. I just need some help

Pairings: BuckyXReader

Summary: (Y/N) is confident but it’s shattered in a moment.

Warnings: Trigger!Almost Rape, Swearing, Angsty?

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @bigfootsiddhartamama



The thing about (Y/N) was they had no sense of tact, they tended to be rather snarky, blunt and honest which resulted in arguments and hurt feelings. They didn’t try to hide the real them but people often told them to be more sentimental towards people to avoid trouble which resulted in them being called a sociopath. They didn’t have a lot of friends because of their seemingly cold, emotionless nature but deep down under their sarcasm and bluntness was a truly loving person.

Bucky knew this and he could never find a more loving person than (Y/N). He knew their confident, sarcastic attitude was a way of hiding their true self from others but he knew they meant well. Although, everyone thought they were mean and emotionless, Bucky knew the real (Y/N).

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anonymous asked:

Hi Emma, could you make a fic rec with stories that deal with mental health / mental illness? Thank you so much! <3

Here you go! Please keep in mind to heed any tag warnings and the fic descriptions to avoid any triggers (and if you have any trigger-related questions, feel free to ask me). ❤️

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Unsaid Words

Request Prompt: Hello :) Can I send in a Daryl request for my bday today ? Maybe where you both are dating but he didn’t say the words ‘I love you’ yet. So one day you join a run with some others but you end up getting shot accidentally. Then you’re carried back into the prison and as soon Daryl sees you being unconscious he freaks out and thinks you’re dead. After you get operated, you survive but you’re out for a while. Daryl stays with you and after you wake up, he tells you that he loves you properly ? :) - @diving-down-to-wonderland

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warning: Fluff

A/N- I am terribly sorry about how late this is. I should’ve posted it a long time ago but I won’t lie it slipped my mind once things gt out of hand. I hope you enjoyed your birthday and here is your request.

Y/N POV

I hugged the man I’m in love with close. I inhaled the scent of outside. The scent of Daryl Dixon. I smiled into his back and tapped his shoulder. He turned to look down at me when I stole a kiss from his unsuspecting lips.

“Really?”, he asked moving his hands to my waist. I nodded before kissing him again but more passionately. I pulled away with a wide grin on my face.

“I love you.”, I said in a sing a long voice.

“Mhmm.”, he replied before walking away. My shoulders fell in disappointment. We’ve been dating for 3 months now and he hasn’t quite opened up to me yet. As frustrating as it is, I’m trying to hold up for him. I hear Rick call my name and I turned to see him jogging up to me.

“Hey.”, I greeted masking the feeling of rejection.

“Daryl, Ted, Michonne and I were going on a run to an old farm. I was wondering if you could tag along since you’re good with farming and finding ripe fruits.”, he explained and I nodded.

“Yeah. Just let me get my gear on.” After pulling my boots on I walked outside where Michonne and Spencer waited. Daryl avoided eye contact with me and I let out a small sigh.

“He’ll come around.”, Michonne whispered rubbing my shoulder. The five of us went on our way in one of the vehicles with Ted in between Daryl and I in the back while Rick and Michonne sat in the front. It fueled jealously in me. The way they looked at each other. How they held hands. How they’re not afraid to be vulnerable to one another. I want that but because Daryl is who he is, that’s not possible.

“Were here. Everyone stay together and stay quiet.”, Rick announced cutting off the car. We all got out and I stood to see what was left of the farm. The house was intact but there are walkers scattered around the land.

“If we take out the ones close to the house, we’ll be able get in to check for supplies and then get out.”, Rick explained.

I took out my knife and immediately started killing walkers throughout the yard. I kept my distance so they wouldn’t hoard up as I plunged my blade into their skulls. Once they were all cleared out we moved on into the house. To our surprised there were no walkers inside. We all split ways and I started filling the bag I had with canned goods and fruit.

“Take why you can carry. Don’t over do it. We can always come back.”, Rick stated as Ted went up the stairs a little shaky. I watched him disappear before following behind him. He went into a nearby bedroom and I slowly went to check the bathroom.

“Let’s wrap it up guys!”, Rick called from the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed the bandages and pain pills out of the cabinet before going to get Ted.

“Ted!”, I called before he whipped around to face me, the gun in his hands going off. My eyes were wide as Ted’s face drained. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I turned as Daryl dashed into the room with fear present on his face.

“No.”, he mumbled before I fell into his arms. “No no no no. Y/N? Stay with me babe okay.”

“What happened?”, Rick asked running into the room.

“I thought she was a walker! I didn’t mean it!”, Ted panicked. Their voice echoed as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

“We have to get her back!”, Michonne said with worry laced in her words. The last thing I saw was Daryl looking down at me with tears in his eyes.

Daryl POV

After we returned back to the prison Rick and Hershel told me to stay outside while they helped Y/N. My nerves were shot and I didn’t know what to do. I want to beat Ted’s ass but I don’t want to move from this spot on the porch. The door opened ripping me from my thoughts and I turned to see Hershel with blood on his hands.

“She’ll be fine. No vital organs were hit. But she needs a lot of rest.”, he told me with a smile and I silently walked inside. I entered the room she was in and immediately felt the guilt rush through my veins. I pulled up a seat next to her and remained quiet. I grabbed her hand bringing it to my lips.

“You should’ve stayed here. This wouldn’t have happened. I should’ve been there. I could’ve-” I closed my mouth squeezing my eyes shut. A few hours passed and I’m still in the same spot as before. After fighting an internal battle the words left my mouth with such ease.

“I love you Y/N. You know that right? I should’ve said it before but I didn’t know how. But with you lying here like this, I figured you have the right to know. That I do love you.”, I muttered and I felt a light squeeze on my hand.

“Don’t sorry darlin, I’ll tell you again when you wake up.”, I grinned as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

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okay so… apparently my tags didn’t work the first time I posted this.. so we’re trying again, fingers crossed🤞🏼
SO IT’S SHOW DAY AND I AM PUMPED AF
📸first pic: ignore my dirty mirror putting fluff on my nose, otherwise I was feelin myself
📸second pic: all smiles because bellarke + squad will be back on my screen tonight🙌🏼😍

posting super early because I’ll be avoiding tumblr for the most part later tonight (can’t watch live) and only going to my mentions to reblog all your lovely faces❤

also warning - I overdid it with the tags.. BUT, today is a day to be extra af so I don’t really care. love you all & let me see your beautiful faces🤗🤗 unfortunately the read more isn’t a thing now because I’m pretty sure it screwed up my tags last time

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If people are really interested in education, in many cases information is at their finger tips. Marginalised people shouldn’t feel like they have to be a spokesperson for whatever group they belong to. That’s each individual’s choice

When boys ask me inappropriate/personal questions about whether or not I can physically have sex etc, I shouldn’t have to feel like I’m letting disabled people down by not educating them on the fact that yes, some disabled people are sexual beings and do have sex. That by avoiding the question I’m perpetuating the idea that we’re not and we don’t. I shouldn’t be made to feel like their ignorance is on me because I choose not to indulge them and their questions.  

If people are genuinely interested in learning about someone or something, the information is there. Those that don’t care to educate themselves aren’t going to listen to you anyway. 

Fanboy Au with Taehyung and Yoongi’s relationship getting tested by distance.

Up until recently their relationship has been pretty easy. Sure coming out to Bighit’s staff and the other members was a bit nerve wrecking but it was nothing compared to the loneliness Taehyung starts to feel once Yoongi leaves with the rest of the members for tour. 

“I don’t understand why i can’t just come with you and the boys.”  Taehyung huffs as he watches Yoongi packing his bags. The younger’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it cracking with every shirt Yoongi tosses in his bag, yet he tries to hide it behind annoyance. 

He doesn’t see the way Yoongi himself is getting slightly annoyed with Taehyung’s whining. 

“Because we’re trying to avoid getting caught. It’s going to look suspicious if a random new staff just tags along.” Yoongi sighs as he folds up his pants and packs them as well. “Plus we both know we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves in a place like the States.”  It’s true but it doesn’t make their goodbye hurt any less.  

Especially when they can’t even say goodbye at the airport and have to keep their parting words between themselves in Yoongi’s bedroom the night before his flight is scheduled to leave. 


The first two weeks apart are probably the hardest. Taehyung’s so used to somehow always having Yoongi close, be it down the hall in his studio or right next to him, there are too many moments where he gets excited about something and turns to look for his boyfriend only to remember that he’s thousands of miles away. 

“Right….. he’s busy.” 

Yoongi has it a bit easier with worrying about concerts and making sure the other members stay out of trouble. He has his own moments of missing Taehyung, though. Like when he’s at a pizza shop in Chicago he knows for sure Taehyung would love or when he’s seeing the sunset paint the beach he’s on a beautiful orange pink hue. 


Phone and video calls only make things harder. Taehyung listens to Yoongi talk about something that happened on tour while he sits on the couch in Yoongi’s studio and he has to bite his lip to hold back a sob because he just misses Yoongi’s voice in person. Likewise Yoongi shakes with uncertainty and insecurities when Taehyung begins talking about a new boy group Bighit wants him to work with and how nice and sweet each member are to him.  

Eventually the calls stop all together and are switched to barely there texts. Just random little messages that say “Yeah i’m okay, miss you.” and “Working right now but i’ll message you when i can, love you.”  Both of them fear a breakup but neither of them wants to actually talk about it to the other so they push it aside and work their way around it. 


And then Yoongi calls. 

Taehyung is in the middle of doing the hair of one of the boys in the new group he’d mentioned before and he knows he shouldn’t take calls while he’s working but it’s Yoongi, Yoongi who hasn’t called in weeks, and Taehyung just can’t say no. 

“Yoonie i can’t talk righ-” 

“I miss you.” 

Yoongi’s voice is shaking and it sounds like the elder is crying and  Taehyung stops talking right then while his heart breaks and mends all at the same time. 

“The fans they did this… this project with their light sticks.” Yoongi inhales a shaky breath and Taehyung wants nothing more than to reach through the phone to hold his boyfriend.  “T-They made the stadium look like a rainbow, it was so beautiful all i could think about was how much i wish you could have seen it and i just… i miss you.” 

Finally Taehyung smiles. 

“I miss you too. You’ll be home soon and i’ll be right here waiting for you with open arms and kisses.” 

The sentence is enough for Yoongi to chuckle through the phone and the elder sighs lovingly as he tries to imagine Taehyung standing at the front door of the dorm with his arms outstretched for Yoongi to run into.  It’s enough for Yoongi to make it through the rest of the tour.

“I love you, Taehyung.” 

“I love you too Yoonie.”