i wish i looked good in white

  • Male Writer: Ah, anniversary jokes are so funny. Because chicks always hate it when you don't remember anniversaries! A plus gold very original
  • Male Writer: Mother in laws amirite?
  • Male Writer: My male character who is an author insert of myself pines after a woman I used to pine after in high school. Then they have sex. This is good literature.
  • Male Writer: Ugh female books are so romance filled
  • Male Writer: And girl fanfics, so mary suey
  • Male Writer: Now listen about this original middle aged man who is an expert in everything, suffers from ennui, looks like me, acts like me, and gets all the girls i want.
  • Male Writer: She was sexy in an alluring, boring way, filled with purple prose and riddled with objectification
  • Male Writer: If i make a female character parrot my misogynistic views, they cease to be misogynistic! Are you saying you don't respect my fake female characters opinions, feminists?
  • Male Writer: a good action girl is one who looks hot at all times
  • Male Writer: If the female main character got in an asskicking line, my work is Feminist with a capital F and no one can criticize me
  • Specifically White Male Writer: Heroic tropes are so overdone. I'm going to create a boring white guy with stubble to be a completely original antihero no one has ever seen before TM.
  • Same Guy: It's original because he is a jerk who gets away with bad behavior, just like I wish i could.
  • Another Specifically White Male Writer: It's in my universe to only have white men do things in my book. I mean, don't you care about historical accuracy
  • Same Guy: I mean, it's a generic fantasy verse with no real life time period equivalent and i haven't done any research, but i'm SURE that it's historically accurate. To that dark mideval dragon fighting europe period
  • Same Guy: Where in Europe? Who cares!
  • Male Writer: There is no better way to introduce a female character to a male character than by him saving her.
  • Male Writer: Characters hating each other is good sexual tension!
  • Male Writer: One female character and five male characters is a good team balance
  • Male Writer: If my female character chooses to act in a sexist tropey way, it's not sexist. In fact, because she CHOSE to do it, it is Feminist.
  • Male Writer: I am original
Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
—  Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
ranking of capes in star wars
  1. vader’s cape – of course its the best. its vader. its black. flawless style and execution. also, theme music. ∞/10
  2. lando’s cape – daring cut and color worn by the most stylish man in the galaxy. and what a clasp. 10/10
  3. phasma’s cape – stunning. incredible. its black. its armorweave. its got a tasteful red edge. and on those shoulders!! my only complaint is that it looks a bit like a tarp up close. 9/10
  4. krennic’s cape – nothing special, but its a good solid cape in capable cape-wearing hands. 7.5/10
  5. padme’s white cape thing – i can’t tell if that’s  cape or not. half the shit she wore looked like a cape? why is she defined by her fucking outfits i hate george lucas? damn i keep looking at her tits im so fuckin gay. anyway it looks like a beach towel but other than that, a nice cape. a bit like avant-garde LL Bean fashion. 7/10
  6. the various capes of bail organa – i wish i liked these better. you’re a great man bail but i’m not such a fan of your capes. all dashingly cut, but the dull and drab military-esque colors are heartbreaking. 6.5/10
  7. dooku’s cape – plain from a distance, weird texture up close. nice clasp though. 5/10
  8. grievous’s cape – messy and uncontained, but at least it matches its owner. 4/10
  9. boba fett’s cape – terrible, like the rest of him. 1/10

honorable mention – grand admiral thrawn’s cape, lost in the abyss of the eu.

other notes – robes were not included, obviously, if it has sleeves it aint a cape

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw

Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥

Yoosung

  • “To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
  • You smashed the buttons of your controller down, hoping something good would happen
  • I have no idea what I’m doing.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You set your controller down and glanced over at your best friend
  • His eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on something
  • The light from the monitor flashed white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
  • You felt your face heat up at the skin on skin connection
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • Yoosung leaned over in front of you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
  • You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat 
  • I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
  • You involuntarily reached out and ran your fingers through his hair
  • “…So soft.”
  • For a second you though you felt Yoosung leaning into your touch
  • But that’s probably my imagination…
  • The screen flashed again and Yoosung turned around to look at you
  • He was still leaning over on your side, your faces now inches apart
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”

Zen

  • It was just another average friend date with Zen
  • You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a picture with him
  • Just a normal day
  • “Zen, over here!!!”
  • “Sorry about the flash, I just HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
  • “Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
  • You turned to look at your friend, who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
  • This dork…
  • He stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork
  • “Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
  • “Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • That ought to throw him off his tracks.
  • Zen turned back to the sea of fans
  • “I’ll be outside in ten minutes, so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
  • In the blink of an eye the restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating outside to wait for their prince
  • A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • You looked down at your food and began messing with it
  • “Don’t play with your food, MC.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • He sighed, “If you aren’t going to answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
  • Zen put his hands on the table and started to push himself up
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
  • Zen put his hand on top of yours and leaned in toward you
  • “What do you mean? I see you all the time up at work!!”
  • You stared at his hand
  • He’s touching me.
  • He’s holding my hand.
  • ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • “DAMNIT ZEN!”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “You spit all over my shirt,” you gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
  • “W-Well you said that you… you love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • And all of sudden, the floor became veryyyyy interesting
  • I wish I had the power of invisibility…
  • “MC, look at me.”
  • While you were contemplating superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
  • “Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
  • A soft and warm hand tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
  • “I love you too.”
  • You slowly leaned in-
  • “ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
  • Offff course.
  • Zen stepped back and glanced at the girl peeking through the front door
  • There was the click of a camera and a squeal, and she was gone again
  • Zen scratched the back of his head
  • “Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
  • You flung your wet shirt over the back of the chair and shivered
  • “Man, this place is kinda cold,” you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
  • You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
  • “The fans can wait.”
  • Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
  • The beast was NOT contained that night

Jaehee

  • On your way out of the RFA building you glanced at your watch
  • Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
  • When you walked past the break room you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
  • “…damn Jumin and his damn reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • Yup, that’s Jaehee.
  • You peeked in the room and watched as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
  • She wiped her hands on her skirt and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
  • “You should go talk to her.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • Seven removed his hand and you lowered your voice to a whisper
  • “What the hell do you want?”
  • He glanced at the breakroom and then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly wrong or perfectly right’ look
  • “Good luck,” was all he said before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
  • “WAIT-”
  • But it was too late
  • In a flash the redhead was gone, and you were alone with Jaehee
  • She looked up and smiled
  • “MC? I didn’t know you were here so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
  • You stared at her, unsure of what to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • She picked up the warm copies from the tray and leaned up against the machine
  • “I just have to run this back to his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
  • You walked with her to Jumin’s office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
  • When the two of you finally got there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You wanna go grab some late night coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked your watch, “30 minutes.”
  • “Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me up I need, a nice little friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “Yeah, I was thinking-”
  • “I like you. A lot.”
  • Jaehee stopped and turned to you
  • “A-As a friend?”
  • You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
  • Her eyes widened and a deep blush spread across her cheeks
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • You felt your heart break in two
  • She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
  • Tiny hands wrapped around your own, causing you to look back up
  • Jaehee had a soft smile spread across her lips
  • “Me too… a-about the not friend thing.”
  • Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying to say, or rather, what want to say-”
  • “Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
  • Both of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice
  • “Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
  • “Still?”
  • “Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
  • “-When I set you guys up!”
  • As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee looked between the two of you and sighed
  • She interlocked fingers with you and pulled you away
  • “Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date to get to.”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes
  • “Whatever… have fun you two love birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.

Jumin

  • Dammit, he closed the blinds.
  • You rolled your chair closer and angled your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
  • “Peeping tom much?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “I still don’t understand what you see in him.”
  • You rolled your eyes and looked over at Zen
  • “You promised you’d be supportive-
  • “-And I am,” he held up his hands in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
  • “What? Like date you?”
  • “Well, not that much better.”
  • Zen smirked and you playfully hit him in the stomach
  • Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
  • “Wow,” you wiped a tear from your eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I see you in my office?”
  • Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off your desk
  • “Good luck,” he glanced back, “with him, you’ll need it.”
  • You rolled your eyes and stood up, cringing when your knees made a loud pop
  • Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
  • You walked into the room and Jumin closed the door behind him
  • “So, what’s up?”
  • Jumin turned around and sighed
  • “I believe some… congratulations are in order.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “Is it really not Zen?”
  • Oh my god.
  • “You know,” you grabbed his tie, “you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
  • In one gentle tug, your lips connected with his
  • After a few seconds, Jumin pulled away
  • “So, it’s me then?”
  • You shook your head and grinned
  • “Of course, you-“
  • Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours again,his hands cupping your face
  • And let’s just say you were now very thankful for the closed blinds

Seven

  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • “SCREWDRIVER!!”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “You know, you don’t have to repeat everything I say.”
  • “Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
  • Seven hugged his shin and hopped up and down
  • I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
  • You looked back up at Seven, who had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr. Pepper
  • …Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
  • It had been about an hour since Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
  • You had gone to the furniture store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “Wanna test it out?”
  • Seven gave you a mischievous grin
  • “Don’t mind if I do!”
  • Before you knew it, Seven grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into the chair
  • It creaked under the combined weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
  • “Hey, you really did fix it!!”
  • Seven began spouting off nonsense about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact that you were sitting
  • In his lap
  • INCHES away from his face
  • He’s so warm…
  • “-Plus, it kept making weird noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me… literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
  • I love that little laugh.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
  • “You’re so ridiculous.”
  • Seven looked at you patiently
  • “I like-like you.”
  • You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
  • “Well that’s not fair,” Seven tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”

anonymous asked:

hi! do you think you could maybe possible perhaps write a soulmate!au? pretty pretty please?? (if you do - thanks, and if you don't - thanks for all of your other fics)

i heard you were looking like the moon

a/n: i decided to go with the ‘you don’t see colour until your soulmate touches you’ au. thank you so much for this anon, and i hope you enjoy it

She’s seven when she decides that the colour she’s most excited to see is purple. She’s watching a documentary with Petunia, sprawled on the carpet in their mediocre, three-bedroom house, watching the TV, enthralled. There are a pair of pretty people, holding hands, gravitational, lovely, and utterly in love. They are describing colour with a glistening film swept across their eyes, tainted by disdain, this supercilious disposition that colour is some kind of buried treasure, open only to those who are a part of some exclusive club where partners and couples clutch at each others’ hands like an anchor dropped in a bed of sand. The delight of love in someone else. It makes her heart race. But it is not this that upsets her. It is Ethel, the near 70-year-old lady on the screen, who lost her husband. She had spent 50 years with colour. And then it was lost.

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I do love you. I still love you.
I will never tell you that, though. There’s no use. Our time is over. Telling myself this is most difficult when I see you. When you speak to me. When I see you at that bar neither of us
gave up since our break up or the corner gas station. I hate how small this town is. I love you though.

You’re still so sweet to me. You say hello, with that smile that could melt thin air. Your eyes still look at me the same. Or is it that I only still choose to look at them the same? My heart beats out of my chest, if you looked hard enough you’d see it. You say hello, then we have a short conversation. But my heart knows no boundaries. My words are homesick and miss you being their home. I love you and my heart can’t keep secrets. So when we say goodbye, there’s nothing more my heart wants than to grab your hand and tell you I love you. I miss my lips on your forehead before you’d leave. Remember that?

I can’t say I love you. But I can’t say goodbye.
So instead I cope with this by using any other three word phrase. See you later, take care now, until next time. It’s saying it, without saying it. Those three words, each word replacing the ones I wish I could still use. I’m getting better at it. I’m getting better at loving you from afar.

You looked beautiful tonight,
You were never one to wear white. You’d always wear black. At least with me. You’ve curled your hair in a way I’ve never seen before. A bit more messy, good messy. You looked so alive. I’m glad we’re both still in this small town I hate, running into each other every now and then. Because you make me feel alive too.

“Until next time.”
—  Those Three Words // a.m.g.
Notes

Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!

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Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.

He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.

The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than once over the course of your relationship.

There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.

“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take a break and come swim with me.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.

“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”

“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”

He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn ever-so-slightly in his chair.

“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”

You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen. More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments during the evening were always nice.

Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.

Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about missing that note.

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Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
—  Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
Rhaegar x Stark!Reader...

Word Count: 1,864

Warning: None

((I hope you like it anon!))

You knew the moment the crowned prince offered you the crown and gave you the title as “Queen of Love and Beauty” over his wife that this wasn’t just a harmless action. The way his purple indigo eyes watched you as you took the crown from the tip of his lance and placed it on your head…it scared you. The way he watched you even as everyone in attendance remained seated, all watching with eyes wide and full of shock, confusion, and a few of outrage. This wasn’t something you and your twin sister, Lyanna, would be gushing about later in your tent.

At least it wasn’t Lyanna. You couldn’t help but think as your brothers, Brandon and Ned, pulled you from the stands and back toward where the tents of the North had been set up among those of the Stormlands and the Vale.

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“Post VLIVE for Beautiful in Seoul Concert Day 1″ SUMMARY
  • Monsta X’s daeeeebak t-shirts.
  • Wonho said his heart was broken.
  • Because “Monbebes were gorgeous.”
  • “They were too hot.”
  • Jooheon looks so fucking hot in ripped jeans.
  • Wonho said Hyungwon is “so handsome.”
  • They’re thankful no one was injured.
  • Hyungwon’s fucking lips are fucking kissable as hell god help my poor soul.
  • Wonho’s hair is fucking godsent hOW dO I CALM DOWN
  • Wonho being showered with “so handsome” comments.
  • Hyungwon poking him.
  • My OTP’s sitting next to each other again GO AND MAKE BABIES JUSEYO
  • MX showing off their new phonecases WHERE DO I GET ONE
  • Although they didn’t make ones for Android phones—freakin’ iPhone users
  • Wonho saying “key ring.”
  • Changkyun making a pun. “Yeah, kidding, yeah.”
  • Wonho lowkey scolding Changkyun and the others.
  • Daddy Shownu can be seen through the mirror LETS GO TREND #SOHNBEARDAY ON TWITTER
  • Changkyun coughing in the background poor baby
  • Kihyun’s so fucking hot but at the same time I wish he’d gain more weight because I FREAKIN LOVE HIS STEAMED BUNS CHEEKS
  • Kihyun being showered with compliments.
  • (That totally started because of Changkyun.)
  • Them addressing Kihyun losing weight GAIN MORE BABY
  • Wonho saying Kihyun never gives up when he’s determined.
  • “You don’t need to worry because I’m eating well.”
  • PLEASE DO BABY
  • JOOHEON IS SO FUCKIN6 HOT WITH THAT WHITE HAIR
  • HE’S A FREAKIN ANGEL
  • He lost weight too, I think?
  • WH to JH: You look great in a hat as you lost weight.
  • “I’ve never seen anyone who looks so good in a hat. Never.”
  • JOOHEON’S EYE MAKE UP IS SLAYIN’
  • Jooheon lowkey scolding Changkyun/Minhyuk.
  • “Annyeonghasaeyo, I am what I am. I’m I.M. I say I, you say M. I – M.”
  • “What did he just say?”
  • Changkyun praising the staff for putting up a great concert.
  • Shownu being playful and letting Changkyun smell (?) his fingers.
  • Making Changkyun gasp (?) in shock (?)
  • Shownu saying “It’s my turn,” in English.
  • Shownu thanking the members, staff and everyone who worked hard for the concert.
  • MinHYUK’S HAIR THAT IS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE
  • Shownu flexing his arms behind his head.
  • Causing his armpit hair to show
  • And Minhyuk asking to cover it.
  • JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY
  • Hyungwon’s usual cross-legged diva pose.
  • AND HIS BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN LEGS IN RED LEATHER PANTS
  • Wonho reading English comments.
  • Someone asking to take the phone away from Wonho.
  • MC Minhyuk wrapping up the VLIVE.
  • LET’S SEND MORE SARANG TO OUR BEAUTIFUL MEN IN THE SECOND DAY OF CONCERT!!!!!!
  • AND LET’S WISH AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY FOR OUR LEADER SHOWNU BEAR~

Watch the VLIVE here!

Title: Doomed from the Start
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Word Count: 2,480
Characters: Jon Snow x Reader x Robb Stark
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Cheating (sort of), a bit of smut (Jon x Reader), one swear word
Notes: Request from anon for “Could you do a GOT oneshot where you come to Winterfell bc you’re betrothed to Robb Stark. You develop a crush on Jon Snow but eventually marry Robb bc you love him as well and you were betrothed. Fast forward to after the Red Wedding(so around current season) and you see Jon again when he agrees to help you take back Winterfell and re-instate yourself as Queen in the North, and you fall for him again? Long request, I know, but its just something I thought of :) xx” // I tried to keep myself from making this so long, but as you can tell by the word count, I failed.

Originally posted by snow-on-the-throne

       When you arrived at Winterfell for the first time, you never would have expected your life to become what it was now.

       You had arrived five months before you were to wed Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell, so that you could get to know him a bit before you married him. He was a handsome young man, tall, with dark brown curls and the beginning of a beard. His smile was warm and welcoming, and he treated you with twice as much respect as most men your age would have. He never touched you unless he knew you wanted him to, and he was always kind and considerate.
       And yet, you also developed feelings for his half-brother, Jon Snow. He, too, was immensely kind and respectful. But he was different, in ways you couldn’t explain. You loved Jon because you knew shouldn’t. He was what you could never have, and that only made you desire him more.
       The situation would have been far easier if Jon hadn’t been interested in you, but that was not the case. He cared for you just as much as you cared for him. He stole kisses from you when no one was around, and touched you in ways that made your head spin. He even suggested running away together, the night before your wedding.
       But you had to decline his offer. You were meant to marry Robb – it was your duty. So that was what you did. You donned the elaborately embroidered white dress, wrapped the white fur cloak around your shoulders, let your handmaidens do your hair up nicely and spray you with perfume, and you made your way to the godswood. You said the words the septon told you to say, and before you knew it, you were standing with your new husband, alone in his bedchambers.
       “I’m not…” Robb began, wringing his hands together and looking remarkably nervous. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you do not wish to do. I hope you know that.”
       “I do,” you replied.
       “Good, good,” Robb murmured, nodding. “I know that you love my brother. I know that you did not wish to marry me. And I’m truly very sorry that you weren’t able to be with him instead. I hope you know that, as well.”
       “I do,” you repeated, your voice soft. You could not meet his eyes. Here he was, a handsome, charming, kind man of a noble House, and here you were, on the night of your wedding to him, wishing you were in the arms of his bastard half brother.
       “Good,” Robb said quietly again, nodding more. “Do… do you want to go to bed? Just to sleep, of course. You must be tired.”
       “I would like that very much,” you stated, smiling at him. He returned the smile, then the two of you changed into your night clothes, and went to bed.
       The union was extraordinarily awkward at first. However, over the next few weeks, the two of you fell into sync as you began to understand one another better. Everything was going surprisingly well, even with the arrival of King Robert and his company – then Jon announced that he would be joining the Night’s Watch.
       A look of absolute heartbreak crossed your face, and everyone saw it. You excused yourself, your voice shaking, and once you were out of the hall, you broke into a run. You weren’t sure at first of where you were going, but you ended up in your bedchambers. You stopped once you had slammed the door shut behind you, and sobs overtook your body, forcing you to your knees in front of the fireplace.
       The crackling fire warmed your face, but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t have cared if it caught you on fire; all you wanted to do right then was to just simply not exist. The pain of knowing that you would never see the man you loved again was almost too much to bear. The second that thought crossed your mind, Robb burst into the room, looking frantic. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you, closed the door behind him, and came to kneel next to you. He opened then closed his mouth a few times, clearly wanting to say something, but he was at a loss for words. So he did the only thing he knew he could do: pulled you into his arms and held you. He let you cry until you had no tears left, and you were exhausted, then he put you into your bed and you allowed sleep to envelop you.
       You hardly left your room for the next few days. The thought of seeing Jon, and being faced with the reality of his leaving, was too much for you. So, either your handmaidens or your husband brought you food, and you remained reclusive, up until the night before Jon to leave.
       You actually hadn’t been planning on seeing Jon until the next day. Your intention was to keep your interaction with him to a bare minimum, thinking that you would simply give him a simple farewell hug before he departed. But your life never works the way you plan it to.
       The hallway was eerily silent, no sound other than yours and Greywind’s footsteps. Robb had insisted that you take the direwolf with you on your walk, and you complied. In truth, you were quite fond of the creature. He was more than capable of warding off any potential threats, and protecting you if needed; he made you feel at ease.
       Well, that was until you heard footsteps trudging towards you, and Greywind didn’t seem capable of caring any less. You walked a bit faster, and the direwolf matched your pace, but the footsteps did, too. Terror began to bubble up inside you. Greywind sensed this, walking a bit closer to you, but he still did not seem to have any desire to attack your follower.
       After you made a sharp turn around a corner, you drew the knife that you kept concealed on you, and waited for the owner of the footsteps to follow. When the individual turned the corner, you slammed him back against the wall and put your knife at his throat. Fear was evident in his brown eyes, and when you realized that those eyes were all too familiar, you dropped the knife.
       “Jon?”
       “I thought I would get a ‘hello,’ not a knife to my neck,” Jon stated with a chuckle. “What are you doing out at this hour?”
       “Why were you following me?” you retorted, crossing your arms. “You frightened me; I thought you were a threat.”
       “I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk with you. I haven’t seen you in days,” Jon said, sadness seeping into his voice. “I leave tomorrow at dawn.”
       “I know that.”
       “Then why have you been avoiding me?”
       “I’m a married woman now, Jon. I can’t be spending time with the man I love – who, it just so happens, is not the man I’m married to,” you explained, frowning. You saw happiness flash across his features at the mention of your love for him, and he smiled.
       “I love you, too, Y/N. And that’s why it hurts me so much that you’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got a disease since the day you married Robb.”
       “Because it doesn’t matter. My feelings for you, your feelings for me – none of it matters. I’m married to your brother, and you’re leaving to join the Watch tomorrow. We were doomed from the start.”
       “We didn’t have to be,” Jon stated, stepping towards you. “I asked you to run away with me, but you refused.”
       “I couldn’t,” you whispered. You wished now more than ever that you had taken him up on his offer, and you felt tears threatening to fall. You expected Jon to argue with you, to remind you that you could be a thousand miles from there, married to him – but instead, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His brows were furrowed together, and he was visibly upset at the sight of you crying. You were about to excuse yourself and return to your room, when you felt his lips on yours.
       The kiss was tender at first – it was Jon’s way of wordlessly comforting you, and letting you know that he wasn’t upset with you for not leaving with him. He understood your reasons, and he hoped you knew that.
       Guilt began to form within you. You were kissing a man who wasn’t your husband. As wonderful and heart-fluttering as it felt, you knew it wasn’t right. You were on the verge of pulling away, then Jon’s hands found their way into your hair and onto your hip, and he kissed you with such passion that it made your head spin. You forgot your own name, let alone that you should be running back to your husband – and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
       Not a half hour later, you found yourself naked on Jon’s bed, his head between your trembling legs and your thighs resting on his shoulders. Your mind was fuzzy, filled with nothing but thoughts of Jon and what his tongue was doing to you. You eventually lost track of how many times he caused you to to scream from ecstasy, his name falling from your lips like a pleading, pitiful prayer. When you simply couldn’t continue, your body becoming too sensitive to handle any more, you used your remaining strength to flip Jon onto his back, and worship him with your mouth, as he had done to you.
       Time ceased to exist in the little world you and Jon had created together. All that mattered was one another, the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around your naked body for the last time, the sound of his still-steadying heartbeat pounding in his chest. But eventually, it had to come to an end, and after a few longing kisses, you made your way back to your room, guilt-ridden and exhausted.
       “How was your night?”
       The sound of Robb’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. You slowly turned to face him after closing the door behind you. Greywind was calmly seated next to his feet, and he sat on your bed, his expression unreadable. There wasn’t any point in lying – you were covered in hickeys, your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen, and your dress was still disheveled.
       “Robb….”
       “I’m not angry with you, if that’s what you’re worried about. The only reason Jon even touched you was because I gave him permission, so long as he wasn’t inside you.”
       “You… you what?” you inquired, taking a few steps closer to him. “He… you… you consented to this?”
       “I know how much you love him. And I know how much he loves you. I wanted you to have the opportunity to be together one final time, before you’d never see each other again,” Robb explained, then a smile crossed his lips and he let out a small laugh. “And besides, soon, the poor fucker won’t ever get to touch a woman again – not without breaking his oath.”
       You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t come to terms with how immensely considerate and understand your husband was. Without another thought, you ran to him and flung your arms around his neck, causing him to fall back into the bed with a chuckle. After he received a near-endless string of “thank you”s, the two of you went to bed, as usual, and you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
       The next day, you said your goodbyes to Lord Eddard, Sansa, Arya, and last – but most certainly not least – Jon. He gave you a warm smile and enveloped you in a tight embrace, letting you cry into his chest. After what seemed like ages, he released you, and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Jon then gave you another heartwarming smile, before riding off with the rest of the company. You watched until you could no longer see him, then let out a shaky breath. Robb wrapped a reassuring arm around your shoulders, and led you back to your room.

       As fate would have it, you did fall in love with Robb. It was never the same way you loved Jon – never as fierce – but you did love him. Eventually, you gave him a son. He was the spitting image of his father, from his looks to his personality. However, Robb was taken from you both, before your son was old enough to make any lasting memories with his father – something that would sadden you for the rest of your life. But you didn’t have time to be sad – you needed to run, to protect your son. So you took as many of the remaining Stark soldiers that you could find, and you left immediately. After a stay on Bear Island, you reached your destination. It was the only place where you knew that you would find someone you truly trusted: Castle Black.
       Upon arrival, you were quickly taken to the dining hall, your son clinging to you as you held him. They flung the doors open without requesting permission first, as the man who had led you, who had introduced himself as Edd, had been told of you “several times” by Jon. He said it with a slight blush on his cheeks, and you quickly realized that you had been the subject of a conversation on sexual encounters. Men, you thought to yourself with a small smile.
       Jon quickly stood from his seat at one of the tables, and it seemed that he was about to chide the men for interrupting his meeting. You were surprised to see Sansa at his side, and you sent a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for keeping her alive. The sound of Jon’s boots thundering against the wood floor as he walked briskly over to you broke you from your thoughts. He stared at you with a bewildered expression on his face, as if struggling to believe that you were real. Before you could even say “hello,” he was pulling you into a tight hug, mindful of the child in your arms.
       “I love you,” Jon whispered into your hair, pressing a long kiss there.
       “I love you, too, Jon.”

       It seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye, but you were now seated next to Jon in the dining hall of Winterfell, your son seated in your lap, watching the scene before him. Dozens of men were chanting “The King in the North!” in their loud, booming voices, their swords raised high above them. Jon smiled down at you, and for once in ages, you felt hope.


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I’ll admit I’ve done a lot of things in my life that I’m not proud of. No. No, that’s not true, I’m proud of most of them. But what I’m about to do today…this is gonna be good.

Woozi Soulmate!AU

I took so long to make this fkjgkndfkjgnd i ‘ m  s o  s o r r y ,,,,,, ;; But here it is! I hope it’s good enough so that the wait was worth it! I’m glad I could finally finish this and I ended up liking the result!! I think it’s very cute. I really like this AU and I wish I get more ideas to write more about it with the other members!

Soulmate!AU where you can only see Black and White and can’t see any other color until you meet your soulmate

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

  • Jihoon looked up at the sky. Since he was busy working, he rarely had time to go out and appreciate certain things
  • Such as the warm feeling of the sun hitting his exposed skin in such a sunny day
  • And also the soft breeze that made the hot weather perfectly bearable
  • But the thing he appreciated the most, was colors
  • Most of his memories were in black and white, just as the entire world used to be
  • It wasn’t that bad. Black and white was his world, and after growing up surrounded by said colors, he was used to it
  • He almost didn’t feel the need of changing that. He could live just seeing those two colors
  • But he did feel curiosity
  • For the person that Fate knew would make his heart beat faster, and would make everything shine around him
  • Even though he had somewhere to go, he was early, so he took the liberty of sitting on the bench that was closest to him and reminiscing the moment he met you,
  • as he looked at the world that, after meeting you and being fully colored, looked like a different world than the one he had been living in
  • but was much more beautiful
  • “Hey, Jihoon, can you do me a favor?”
  • The voice of his friend Joshua distracted him while he was playing a game on his phone at the dining hall
  • He looked away from his phone screen to look at his friend, raising his eyebrows as if waiting for him to continue and tell him what favor would he have to do
  • “Wonwoo has been sick for a week, and I promised him I would give him my notes so he could copy them, but I can’t do it today. Could you go to his dorm and give it to him?”
  • He looked back at his phone for a second. The game was getting boring, so why not. 
  • He didn’t have classes for the next two hours, so he had more than enough free time to go to the college’s dorms, give wonwoo Joshua’s notes, and go back to the dining hall and keep playing that game while drinking another coffee
  • “Sure” After saying that, he took the notebook from Joshua’s hands
  • “Thank you” The older one responded with a kind smile before leaving for his next class. Jihoon just waved his hand at him as a goodbye before he left to go Wonwoo’s dorm
  • As he walked out of the dining hall, he took his headphones out of his bag and plugged them in his phone before playing one of his favorite playlists
  • The music blocked the noise of the cars passing by, and the voices of the people in the streets, and he found that relaxing
  • He was kind of thankful that, in the world, the things lacking until you met the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your life were colors
  • Because if he had to live without, for example, not being able to listen to music, he just wouldn’t be able to live, or at least not happily
  • Music was of the most important things in his life
  • Which made him want to pursue a career that could let him become a professional producer in the future
  • Or who knows, maybe even an artist himself, he wasn’t again that idea
  • As he arrived to the dorms, he stopped in front of the crystal door and looked at his reflection for a second
  • His clothes, his hair, his eyes. He could just guess the tone of it
  • He was sure his hair was a dark color, maybe just black
  • He had hear of people who dyed their hair in different colors when they met their soulmate, just because they were curious to see how the change would look
  • And he must admit that, even if he didn’t dislike black, white and other shades of gray, someday he’d like to dye his hair in a different color
  • Maybe blonde? Pink? Brown?
  • He walked into the building, thinking that he’d have more time to think about that later
  • He took the elevator to the third floor, where his friend’s dorm was, and once he was in front of the door he knocked on it
  • Wonwoo opened half a minute later, but Woozi understood that he was probably still sick, and felt too weak to get up from the bed quickly and open the door
  • “Oh, hello Jihoon” the boy said, and gave him a small smile
  • “Hi, Joshua gave me this” He handed him the notebook, and Wonwoo took a look at the first few pages leaving it inside his house
  • “Thank you, do you want to come in?”
  • It wasn’t a bad idea, but probably it wasn’t the best idea either, what if he got sick too?
  • he had never missed a class, and he wanted it to stay like that
  • but probably wonwoo was a little lonely
  • he liked to read books in his free time, but not going to class for a week was enough free time 
  • and also being sick didn’t probably make the free time very enjoyable
  • so he was probably tired of it
  • Maybe instead of going back to the dining hall and playing a game on his phone by himself, if Wonwoo didn’t feel too bad, they could play videogames together
  • So he nodded his head and entered his friend’s house, taking a seat next to him on the couch
  • As if he had read his mind, Wonwoo asked Jihoon if he wanted to play any of the videogames he had
  • And when they had been playing for just 15 minutes, they were already having a lot of fun
  • Jihoon was even worried that Wonwoo would get a headache from laughing so much, since it happened to him when he laughed too much at his friends’ jokes
  • and after 15 minutes more, their laughters were interrupted and silenced by the doorbell of wonwoo’s door ringing
  • could it be another student that wanted to complain about the noise they were making?
  • they weren’t really screaming (maybe a little, but they were too much into the game to realize that)
  • but maybe if someone next door was trying to study, it be bothersome
  • Wonwoo was going to get up, but Jihoon got up first
  • “Stay here, I’ll open”
  • “Ah, it might be (Y/N)!!” As he walked to the door, he asked Wonwoo who (Y/N) was
  • “She lives next door. She’s studying the same career as Seungcheol”
  • Jihoon nodded and once he was finally at the door, since Wonwoo seemed sure that the person ringing the doorbell was that girl, he didn’t even look through the peephole on the door before opening
  • But when he did
  • He found himself facing the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Before even saying anything, he took a look at her (hair color) hair, and her pretty (eye color) eyes. She had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen
  • He was mesmerized, and she was mesmerized while looking at him too
  • And then realization hit him
  • Behind her, he could see the pale brown color of the walls
  • the entire hallway being illuminated with a yellowish light, even though it was early, the lights were on
  • and he knew why when he looked at one of the windows at the end of the hallway, letting him see the sky fully covered in gray clouds, and the green leaves of the trees outside shaking from the wind
  • After he had admired everything around him, he looked back at her
  • The person who allowed him to see all that for the first time
  • She was also looking around, and after a few seconds, she looked back at him and their eyes met
  • And then, she smiled 
  • “Hi, I’m (Y/N). You must be one of Wonwoo’s friends?”
  • Again mesmerised by her and her smile, he took a few seconds to answer
  • “Mm- yeah, I’m Lee Jihoon. I’m- um- yeah, I’m Wonwoo’s friend” he was getting nervous, and he was also blushing
  • He could guess that much, because he felt his face getting hot
  • He wondered if his cheeks looked slightly pink, as it happened to the characters in the romance scenes of some novels he had read
  • And she would probably notice it, now that she could see colors too
  • But she didn’t say anything about it, and her pretty smile was still there
  • “I came to tell him that I’ve made warm soup and he can come to my dorm to eat it. Yesterday he said his throat hurts so I made it.”
  • ‘She’s a caring person’ it’s what he thought after hearing that, and it gave him a warm feeling on his chest
  • Even though he was already feeling warm, even in the cold weather
  • He was about to tell her that he would call Wonwoo and tell him to come and greet her, and maybe eat that soup at her dorm
  • But the boy had already walked towards the door, wondering what was taking his friend so long at the door and why he didn’t even say anything
  • “Ah, (Y/N)!”
  • “Hi! I’ve made you some soup, since you said that your throat hurts.”
  • Wonwoo thanked her with a smile, but then mentioned how happy she looked
  • “You look very happy, did something happen?”
  • Then, he looked at Jihoon, who was looking away from her, and seemed a little embarrassed, maybe even nervous
  • I met my soulmate” She said
  • “Is that so? I’m happy for you!” He said, and Jihoon could tell that he was genuinely happy for her, and that they probably were good friends since she was also inviting him over to her dorm to eat some soup
  • Then, Wonwoo looked at him and saw him looking away from her, looking slightly embarrassed, and maybe even nervous
  • “Jihoon? Are you okay?”
  • “A-Ah, yeah”
  • Then, he put two and two together
  • (Y/N) was a happy girl, but she looked even happier than usual because she had met his soulmate that day
  • And Jihoon looked shy and couldn’t even look at her
  • “Jihoon? Did something happen?” He asked him, with the same words he used to ask (Y/N)
  • “I…..
  • I met my soulmate” He said
  •  
  • He chuckled a little as he remembered how he felt after meeting her
  • He didn’t have many girl friends,
  • actually, he had no girl friends,
  • but now, he had one, he was more than a friend, and even more than a girlfriend
  • She was his soulmate
  • Suddenly, his phone started ringing
  • His favorite song started playing and the screen of his mobile phone lightened showing a picture of (Y/N) wearing a blue and white outfit that he really liked, and him next to her, both smiling to the camera for the picture
  • He answered the call, and heard her voice ask him where he was, and that she was waiting for him at her house
  • “Ah, I’m sorry, I got a little distracted” He said, smiling, and the fact that he was smiling and happy was evident in his voice, so it was natural that she’d notice
  • “You sound happy! Did something happen?” She asked, catching a little of his enthusiasm
  • I met my soulmate

Originally posted by because-they-re-angels

Oops……….dick slip. Holy Hell guys this dude was sitting right smack dab in front of me in a very public place we were cruising each other for about 20 minutes or so. He was wearing silky very Short Shorts and obviously he was not wearing any underwear or a jockstrap underneath them. This guy was so fucking cute and extremely sexy. The next thing I know he was getting a full on Erection in those crazy short shorts right there smack dab in front of me in a very public place. Oh my God he had a Huge Perfectly Straight Uncircumcised Penis and Beautiful incredibly sexy saggy shaved testicles just hanging out there for everyone to see. Oh my God I got out my Fucking phone and took a picture and he saw me do it and never even blinked an eye. Oh my God I love this guy!!! We went to the near by public Rest Room and Had Full On Sex with each other. Best sex in a long time. God Damn this Dude was so Father Fucking Incredibly Hot!!! God Damn I was in the right place at the right time and Holy Fucking Shit did he ever Ejaculate a huge Fucking Sperm Load all over my Thick Furry Black Chest Hair Of Mine. Turns out he was a Heterosexual Married straight boy on Vacation looking for a good time and I sure gave it to him!!! You Bet I Did!!! I Sucked that Huge Hairy Uncircumcised White Married Man Cock like a Hover and then I Fucked His Tight Hairy Married Man Bubble Butts Pink Tight Hairy White boy Hole till I Ejaculated Deep Inside his Married Gut!!! Fuck it was Awesome Man Sex!!! God Damn I wish he was a Local guy because I’d love to fuck that hot Married Fucker again. Fuck Yeah!

  • Hi my name is Melchior Gabor and I have short messy brown hair and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Austin Mckenzie (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). [[I’m not related to Goethe but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking good writer.]] I’m a radical but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I go to a school called Knochenbruch's Lutheran Academy in Germany where I’m in the ninth year (I’m fourteen). I’m a atheist (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black school boy uniform with a black tie, black suspenders, a white shirt and black shoes. I was walking outside the hayloft. It was raining and I could smell the hay and hear Wendla Bergman's heartbeat which I was very happy about. A lot of adults stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.