alrighty, i know i was only asked about supercorp fics but this quickly turned into my end all be all list of recs. this got long and i’m not even sorry. disclaimer that i am Soft and don’t like Angst or smut
The way he carries himself; with Jeongguk in particular there’s a big difference between the him off today (YNWA era) and let’s say, Debut era, because he was just lil baby back then. So, he hadn’t yet developed his personality quite as strongly, he was still growing into himself quite a bit.
Jeongguk’s current day body language is the only thing I’ll be addressing because it’s the most relevant and actuate of his adult/developed personality.
Anyways, Jeongguk’s body language is CRISP, oh boy he’s super duper easy to read. This is pretty heavily due to the fact that he’s a physical person in general, less verbal, he tends to rely on physical intent and expressions to communicate his thoughts and feelings. So when/what he’s feeling, it tends to light up like Christmas lights, even if he isn’t saying how he’s feeling verbally, it reflects so super clearly.
How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.
The Sound of Your Smile
Ignis x F!OC Word count: 1853 SFW
Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!
Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.
Or so he thought.
“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”
Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”
“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”
Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”
“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”
Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.
“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”
There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.
Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”
Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”
The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”
When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.
“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”
“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”
“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”
“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”
Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.
“How long will I be in recovery for?”
“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”
“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”
“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”
Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.
As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.
She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.
He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.
The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.
“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.
“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”
After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”
Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.
Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.
Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.
“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”
“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”
The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.
“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.
“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”
Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.
“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”
Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.
The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.
“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.
Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.
She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.
“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.
She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.
“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”
He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.
Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and
Two weeks from his coronation and three
from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found
himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand
as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the
concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A
slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize
for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon
Simon is always looking for excuses to be near
Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing
something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.
Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts.
His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive
right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and
sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon
leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming
down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this
Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than
anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again.
“That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the
material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen.
“You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”
I'm currently having a dilemma were I feel like I'm "too late" to cosplay. As if, everyone who is already cosplaying has mastered it and become presentable, where as I'm just starting out and don't even light a candle to most of the crowd. I really adore everyones craftsmanship, and it's an incredible hobby to be apart of. But no matter how many tutorials I see I feel like I simply don't have the skill/talent to put together a cosplay, or as if I can't be a beginner. Has anyone been thru this?
Sorry that you feel that way about cosplay. It should be something fun, but if you feel inadequate, that can take away from it.
Know that it’s perfectly okay to be a beginner. Cosplay is a growing hobby, and people are getting into it all the time. There’s no shame in being new! I’d guess that the cosplayers who are relatively new at a con probably vastly outnumber those who have been doing it for 5+ years (who outnumber those of us who have been doing it 10+ years, etc.). Just remember that there’s a reason why you see so many “cosplay 101″ panels at cons, and why help sites like this one can exist: because so many people are getting into the hobby or looking for ways to get into the hobby that this kind of thing can be sustained.
The thing about skill is that it’s something that comes with practice. No one is amazing at something on their first try. It takes time and experience to get good at something, and it’s hard work. You can’t compare yourself to someone who has been cosplaying for a number of years and has more skills and more resources than you. Only compare yourself to your previous self. Did you learn how to make a new type of clothing, even if it’s not perfect? Great! Your next version will be better. Did you have a problem with something and it didn’t turn out? That can be discouraging, but you learned something from it, and now you can apply that knowledge to future projects. Reading tutorials will only get you so far. You have to actually do things.
Also, there’s no shame in starting small. You want to get into cosplay but can only do minimal sewing? Modify pre-made garments. This can also help you learn how things are constructed. Make simple outfits to begin with. Most complex costumes are just lots of simpler sewing techniques put together, and while this takes time to do, it can help to think of a more complex outfit as smaller pieces rather than as a big complex whole. Your first cosplay doesn’t have to be (and shouldn’t be!) a super elaborate hand-beaded Sakizou design, for example, or a full suit of armor. Learning how to make simple things so that they fit well and have clean construction will be much more useful and much more impressive in terms of construction than trying to tackle something far outside your skill level.
It also helps to take things slowly and set reasonable goals. Say you want to make a whole costume in a year. Set a goal so that you make the skirt one month, the bloomers another month, the top another month, and the accessories another month. Take your time with the items, and remake them if needed. Break down each piece into even smaller pieces – make your goal for that week to learn to sew a zipper, or learn to sew elastic, and then work your way up to the more complex princess seams on the top, and then the more complex boning in the top, and then the most complex item, such as a small bit of embroidery. Make mockups and practice pieces (I /still/ make practice pieces for new techniques) so that you can do the technique a few times before doing the final piece. Learning skills in small, manageable chunks will make it less overwhelming, and you’ll learn how to put things together in a practical way that can then be applied to a more complex outfit next time.
You can also enter a contest that has a beginner skill division. Ask for advice from the judges on how to improve. Attend a con in normal clothes or a storebought costume and see how you feel about that. Take some of the pressure off, and refocus a bit on other aspects of cosplay before tackling a project.
Also, keep in mind that a lot of what you see online and the viral images you see of cosplays are the “best” images – the most impressive construction, the best photography, and any “flaws” are often hidden in creative photography or photoshopped out, etc. (Of course, “best” is super subjective here, and there is no “best” way to cosplay, hence the quotes, but I think my meaning is clear.) The average cosplay at a con doesn’t look like that, certainly not while walking around the floor, and there are a lot of beginners around, or people who cosplay for reasons other than the construction, and there is nothing wrong with that. I’d actually recommend looking at con coverage photos and videos, or digging through the tags for local cons. You’ll often see photos here that are hall shots (not staged photoshoots), usually taken by fans of the series because they like the character, not because the cosplayer looks like they just stepped off a movie set. Look at photos and videos of crowds and gatherings. You’ll see a lot of cosplayers there of all skill levels – you’ll fit right in no matter what your costume looks like.
And hey, a lot of attendees will see your costume and be amazed by it even if you only see flaws! People are often just excited to see their favorite characters, or don’t notice all of the tiny things that went “wrong” that you might.
It can be hard to deal with feeling of inadequacy, but you’ll get to the level of skill you want to be at faster than you think if you continue to work at it. Here’s the secret: a lot of artists (cosplayers included) are hardest on their own work. Even someone like me, who has been cosplaying for nearly 15 years, deals with these feelings. The secret to overcoming it is not to look at other people’s work (”this person is at a way higher level than I am and they just started!” or “I’ll never make anything that amazing!”), but to look at how far you’ve come, and what you are proud of in your own work. I’m a pretty practical person, so if I ever do feel that kind of inadequacy, I usually stop, identify where I can improve, and set out to do those specific things. Even then, you will see your flaws, while others will see your strengths. Learn to identify your strengths and appreciate them, and work on the things that you see as flaws. Know that no one can do everything perfectly, and learn to embrace that.
I mention my own experiences here because you sound like the kind of cosplayer I am. I’m the type who has the most fun with the construction aspect of it, and has fun trying to plan out and problem solve a cosplay, and then showing off all my hard work. Not everyone places as much personal importance on those aspects of the hobby, so this kind of advice doesn’t really apply to those who have different versions of fun. This answer isn’t meant to be a “you have to have good construction to be a good cosplayer” response, but since you specifically want advice on construction skill, I would guess that you’re the type who likes to make things.
You’ll get there, but remember that you are always allowed to be at the skill level you are at. Always.
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing lately! This is loosely based on a part in Avatar the Last Airbender but I’ll avoid specifying it because it’ll spoil the story~ hopefully if you watched the show you’ll know lol.I hope you don’t mind and enjoy this drabble! <3
“I’m so excited for Y/N and I’s anniversary! I have so many things planned out! I’ve been sending her flowers for a while, though she hasn’t said anything about it yet..” He trailed off as his mind wandered. He heard no response from the rest of the members, no noise except a stifled sob from Jimin as he ran into his room. “Well, I’m off then! I’ll see you guys tonight~” He smiled happily as he stepped out the door with his coat in his hand, the early spring was still cold enough to need a second layer of warmth.
Is it okay to ask for an imagine from the prompt list?!❤️ I would love a mix of 56 and 70 with Draco but if you can't think of how to combine them I'm happy with 56 thank you and Happy New Year!🎉🎉💞 I love you and your blog 💖💖
Prompt Request - Prompts List 56. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” 70. “Did you buy me… lingerie?”
Character: Draco Malfoy Word Count: 445 Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
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I got you a present.” Draco walked into the room holding a rather large box, wrapped in green paper and held together with a black bow. He placed it down on the table in front of you.
“Why?” You asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Just felt like it. Come on, love, open it!”
“I can’t believe I’m trusting you with this!” You said as you pulled off the wrapping. Carefully sliding open the box, you peered inside.
”Did you buy me… lingerie?” You asked in disbelief, staring down at the… rather revealing garments. A smug smile crept onto Draco’s face, “Yep.”
“Why?” You asked, “Why did you buy me lingerie? This is so weird.” “I saw it and thought of you,” Draco said, grinning.
“What? You are possibly the strangest person I’ve ever met. I don’t wear things like this. Besides, I doubt you bought the right siz-” You froze as you checked the tag, “How on earth do you know my bra size?!”
"I may have done some… investigating,” Draco admitted, looking quite proud of himself. “You went through my underwear?!” You yelled, glaring at him.
"Just a little bit.”
"I hate you,” you said, putting the garments back into the box and closing it, “I really truly hate you.” “You don’t,” Draco stated, making you look up in confusion. “How would you know?”
"Well, when I looked through your drawers I also found your diary, which, may I add, was quite interesting to read,” Draco said casually, leaning back on the chair beside you.
"You… you read my diary?” You spluttered in disbelief, “Oh Merlin. You have no idea how mad I am at you right now!”
"I didn’t mean to! It was right there, how could I not?” Draco “defended” himself. You took a deep breath and turned to him, “You need to not talk to me right now. Anything you say will only make me even madder.”
”What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?“
You froze, heat rising to your cheeks as your heartbeat sped up, “What?” “Well, in your diary you said you loved me,” Draco said, moving closer to look intently in your eyes, “I love you too.”
He leant forward and placed his lips on yours. One hand held your waist and the other cupped your cheek as he slowly, gently, lovingly kissed you.
"You are a git, you know that?” You said as you pulled away, a blush still prominent on your cheeks. “Many people have told me,” Draco replied, pecking your lips again.
"I’m keeping my present by the way.” “I knew you secretly liked it.”
Okay so first of all I just want to say your blog gives me life. I probably read a FIC daily from on of your recommendations and I can't get enough. That being said I'm not in the greatest place right now in my life and call me cray but I would really love to read some sad/tragic fanfics to fit my mood haha. Like sad endings, or sad themes (ex. Depression, harassment, bullying, homophobia). Omg now that I'm actually writing this I'm super embrassed and I love you guys and I'm sorry XD
Heya! I’m very sorry to hear that you’re not in the greatest place at the moment. *sends u a massive hug*
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✄ I Don’t Want to Be AloneKim Taehyung gets up every morning and goes through the same routine. He may not be happy with it, but he is stable. He doesn’t need to tell anybody about his past. And he doesn’t need another person to make him happy. No. That is the last thing he needs. But one day his psychologist makes him an offer that he can’t turn down and Taehyung is stuck. His past demands to be heard, but the damage it will cause may be unfixable.
✄ If I let go of your hand…Bittersweet [adjective]: - the quality of pure pleasure and happiness tinged with sadness and pain.“I am Jeon Jungkook. I was first born in 1670. I fell in love with Kim Taehyung twenty years afterwards. And then I fell in love with him hundreds of times after that. I chase him far and wide over lifetimes because I love him until it hurts, even though he dies each time we meet, and it’s all my fault…You can feel sympathy, but I don’t need it. This is my reality.”
✄ You Belong With MeHow was Taehyung supposed to go on everyday looking at his best friend who he’s known all his life and hiding such a huge secret from him? He hated that he had to put on a fake smile every day so that Jungkook wouldn’t see. Every day he just tried to make believe that it didn’t hurt, seeing Jungkook with someone who wasn’t him, but that just made it worse. How he wished he could just come out and say it. Tell him, “Jungkook, you belong with me.”
✄ Pictures I’m Living Through (For Now)It’s almost funny – the longer he spends with Jeon Jeongguk, the worse his life becomes, until he’s left sitting in his dorm alone, staring at a journal that used to be full of memories.In which Taehyung falls in love with the shy cashier, and like always, becomes determined to make the best out of a very shitty situation.
✄ OpiaJeon Jungkook’s not sure why he bothers to entertain the man-child named Kim Taehyung but one thing’s for sure and that’s even if he tries to stay away from him, he always finds himself back to his side.(It’s not like he wants to, it’s just that Kim Taehyung’s sort of become an addiction and he can’t help himself.)
greeted by the men formally, which he seemed to be too uncomfortable
to return, and you too confused to react. It took a longtime for the
car to stop again, in front of what could only be described a
are you ?” You joked, stepping outside of the car, taking his hand
once more. “ Should I be scared ?”
Maybe ” He shrugged, guiding you in “ I’m a very dangerous man ”.
looked up at him, shaking your head at the cringe-worthy words.
?” He pouted, snorting “ Want me to show you ?”
need ” You squeezed his hand as you entered the house “ I believe
Welcome back, sir ” An old man, coming seemingly out of nowhere to
meet the two of you at the entrance, wearing a black neat suit.
You’ve aged, Ahjussi ” Jungkook returned the bow, smiling.
Well, I wouldn’t be getting younger ” His hoarse chuckle, despite
its harshness, seemed gentle and warm which compared to the others
actually seemed welcoming. “ The chairman will be here anytime soon,
your mother is waiting for you inside. I’ll take your bags ”
Let’s go ” He looked down at you, searching for comfort in your eyes
maybe even a spike of confidence.
as you reached the living room, a woman rushed to his side,
enveloping him into the tightest hug crying out his name. The sight
was something to envy, a mother’s embrace. However, he seemed stiff
under her touch, not returning neither the hug nor the acute emotion
of happiness mixing with sadness. She must have felt it since she
pulled away looking at him with a questioning gaze.
Don’t try to fool me, mother ” The way he enunciated her title was
clear warning that something was wrong. Again, he hasn’t been home in
four years, things wouldn’t have been rainbows and sunshines before.
Whatever you want, son. I still am happy you’re back ” She wiped the
little tears she had, falsely, shed. The change in her tone of
speech, from the once seemingly sad mother encountering her child
into an implied arrogance made shivers run down your spine.
is not a way to be speaking to her, Jungkook, not when you’re at
wrong ” Jungkook’s hand tensed around yours as he glanced back at
the short man who came in. He, indeed was short, but his aura alone
was still frightening. He looked in his late 50s, white hair
decorating separate patchs of his hair and deep wrinkles digging into
going to welcome me home, even after that long ?”
left on you own, what makes you think we’ll accept you back that
simply ? ” He sat down on the large chair, in the middle of the
room, as if affirming his head-of-the-house status. Something your
father used to do as well.
didn’t. but seeing how I made it this far, you are surely not
rejecting me ” Jungkook was feigning the hard front, putting venom
into his words intentionally. Just exactly what happened to him ?
The old man shrugged, turning his attention to you “ And who’s the
lovely woman we have here ?”
“ She’s my guest, that’s all you need to know. I’m not asking for
too much, we’ll just be staying here for a little while ”
“ I’ll get your room ready ” His mother moved away, prepared to
“ No, we’ll be staying in the guest house ”
“ Still don’t want to be in the same place as us I guess, why did
you comeback then ?”
“ I’ll make it as you don’t even know we’re here. I would appreciate
if you did the same ” Jungkook ignored his father’s question.
“ Still rude as ever, somethings never change ”
“ Yes, dad, I’m afraid somethings never do change ”
“ Jungkook, don’t do this …” the woman pleaded seeing how the
elder’s face was turning into an angered frown, she put her hand on
his shoulder massaging him gently “ Calm down, dear ”
“ Just go, we’ll talk more about this later. ”
He didn’t need to ask Jungkook twice as he immediately turned on his
heels and you followed after bowing to the two elders, not having
spoken a word just studying the situation, them returning your motion
with scrutinizing gazes. You crossed the large house into a small
garden, splitting it into two parts, before entering another one,
slightly smaller but not any less luxurious . The kind that would
make you question why anyone would leave it all behind.
“ Jungkook … Jungkook, look at me ” He finally stopped walking
turning to face you, the amount of sadness in his expression made
your heart shrink on itself. “ You don’t have to be here, if you
don’t want to … Especially because of me ”
“ What do you mean ? ”
“ I can see you’re suffering and I know you’re only back because of
me. I should’ve said something sooner, much sooner but I cowered
because I was scared … of what might have happened.”
His face lit up with a smile, his hands urging to touch you again,
forever feeling empty and cold when they weren’t in the warmth of
yours. He took in the words of concern spilling, all-so-sweetly, from
your lips. Her lips he chanted in his head.
“ Y/N, you really think …” He wanted to interrupt you.
“ No, I need to say this ” You cut him off, having held in all the
times you wanted to thank him but didn’t. “ You keep doing things
for me and I’m always on the receiving end, I don’t even know how I
will be able to repay all of it in this lifetime and I love you so
much to let you go through any pain for me …”
“ Y/N .. Y/N, stop !” He yelled, taking your face into his hands,
his own coming down to eyes level with you. You froze, taking in a
deep breath, not realizing your lungs were growing airless with the
continuous talking not even aware of what you just said.
“ Did you just say that you love me ?” He giggled at the words
making you flush. Why did I say that ?
“ I … That’s not the point !” You looked down, sinking into his
hands further, screaming internally out of sheer embarrassment. He
ran his fingers through your hair, messing it up, his cheeks taking a
light red color.
“ It is for me, those three words, are enough for me ” He whispered
his voice dropping into nothing more than a rough throaty breath “ I
can do anything just to hear them again, please ?”
You looked up at him, taking you a moment to register what he was
asking for, closing the distance between again and staring into his
eyes for what seemed like forever, his pupils wavering between yours
and the rest of your face. You smiled thinking
I guess I’m confident enough to say it with no fear “ I love
you ” You breathed out, blinking “ I love you, Jungkook-ah ”
“ I, Can I kiss you ?” He asked with a nervous anticipation. You
nodded glad and, most of all, ready.
He inched forward, the last bit of air between the two of you
disappearing, you meeting him halfway and closing your eyes. His lips
felt soft and plump against your own, just like you imagined them to
be, every time you thought of this moment but brushed it away because
it was too cringy. However, it was much more consuming than you had
ever believed it to be. Much more dreamy.
Jungkook pulled you closer, your lower lip captured between his as
gently as he could like you were going to break under his touch. His
fingers digging into your hips.
Your hands trailed from your side, where they uncomfortable remained
empty for too long, to his neck deepening the kiss as a way to tell
him that ’ It’s okay ’. Taking the hint, he bit down sightly, making
you gasp not expecting him to take it that far. You felt him
smile smugly against you before pushing away.
“ I love you ” He repeated making you shy away, covering your face
with your hands. He laughed bringing his forehead against yours,
rubbing them together and whispering something you couldn’t grasp.
A deep cough sent you apart, you turning away from its direction and
him clearing his throat smiling at the old man from before.
“ I’m sorry to be interrupting such a … beautiful sight but they
want to have dinner with the two of you. I’ve put your bags in the
master bedroom while you were, busy ” He chuckled again, teasing the
“ I told them I don’t want anything to do with them as long as I’m
here ” Jungkook whined.
“ Your brother is here, so is your sister-in-law, and he wants to
see you ”
Jungkook sighed declaring defeat and then simply nodded. The man
turned to exit the house before stopping once more.
“ You’ve grown a lot” He laughed stepping outside.
“ Ah ! Ahjushi !” Jungkook called after him mortified. You wished
earth would open and swallow you whole at that moment. “ Sorry about
that ” He stepped in front of you, his finger bringing your chin up
to look at him, earning him a slap to the chest.
He rubbed the area, letting out whining noises pretending to be hurt.
You shrugged in disbelief, he could be such a child sometimes but
there was still something about him … something that made it hard
for you to not think of him.
“ I need to change into something more … presentable, If I want to
appeal to them ” You spun in your place admiring the effort that
must’ve been put into decorating the house, questioning which room
your bags might be.
He grabbed your shoulders, your back facing him, and guided you
towards a big wooden double door. “ Through there, I’m sure
Namjoon-hyung would have thought of putting in a dress for this but
…” He turned you so that you were facing him “ You don’t need to
appeal to anyone but me, so if you’re going to wear it do it… for
me ” He bushed.
“ Y-you seriously …” You stuttered, not really having a response
Hurry up then, the only person I would actually like you to meet
would be my brother … You’ll like him ”
( This has absolutely nothing to do with the story but … can you really blame me ? )
For hitting 300+ followers on this blog, the Ml fic rec I promised a few milestones ago is now here and done! There are fluffy fics, angsty, drabbles and multi-chapter fics, any for your reading needs! Some of these I’ve finished long ago, and some are ones that I’ve only read the first chapter of, but it was too amazing to leave out.
G and K: For anyone to read, nothing to worry about!
K+: Content may not be suitable for younger readers.
T: Violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
N/R: Not Rated, or it didn’t have a rating on it. Nothing is above the T rating on this list though!
He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off.
His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”.
(In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)
By the eleventh time the Evillustrator went to abduct Chloe Bourgeois, her family’s butler knew the boy’s favorite tea flavor and which type of coffee biscuits (Amarettis) he preferred. The mayor did not hesitate to pat the boy on the shoulder, and to discuss his life choices.
The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily.
Adrien just really wants to be friends with Marinette…. but…. it’s hard to be friends with Marinette Dupain-Cheng and not become a little tongue tied around her. Eventually Chat Noir will become essentially adopted by Marinette and they will both be hiding things as they start on the new adventure of being roommates.
warning: no sexual content, just references to it for humor, and near the end it gets more intimate, but nothing ever happens.
Rating: T. Chapters: 13/13, 112,395 words.
Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.
“Showcase” is a Miraculous Ladybug Pokemon AU, taking the characters from ML and placing them in the pokemon world. With Adrien as a Performer, renowned on the internet as his stage identity “Chat Noir”, and Marinette trying to reach her dreams as a fashion designer, both of them have to make very important decisions. Gifted with mega evolution, they must fight or flee in the face of the new threat to Lumiose City and the people and pokemon that call it home.
Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette’s career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien.
Sore muscles, coffee breaks, and video chats ensue. And there is an awful lot of fondue.
Chat Noir’s suggestion of doing a charity event sounded like the perfect idea, until Alya decided to organise a suggestive calendar shoot. Not only is giving the overly-exuberant Chat Noir a chance to showcase himself a really bad idea, but Marinette doesn’t know where to even begin with posing in front of a camera.
It’s a lucky thing someone knows what they’re doing.
Chat doesn’t know when he began to watch Marinette. Perhaps it was after the Evillustrator, or maybe when he saw her stand up to Chloe for Mylene. Maybe it was later than, or perhaps it was before all of that. But he made a point to check in on his princess after his patrols, and he always felt better knowing that she was safe.
Anthony Dupain-Cheng led a normal life; Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened to him, and he liked it that way. Then, like usual, Marinette brought her weirdness into it. He had been fine with her pasting pictures of her classmate all over the walls, and had been pretty chill with her odd obsession with putting food into her purse but never eating it. But this, oh no, this crossed the line. His sister was Ladybug. /Mother Fucking Ladybug/.
After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about “falling for him,” Marinette learns that he’s no match for cheesy pick-up lines–whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he’s Chat Noir. At which point the phrase “just desserts” becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.
A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for–even if he doesn’t quite know how to handle it.
Adrien and Marinette have been together for nearly five months now. When an akuma attacks hits the school and Marinette can’t get away to transform quick enough, Chat Noir comes to her rescue, but does something Marinette would have never, ever expected.
Somehow, someway, Marinette got sucked in. She can’t remember quite how she got into this situation, but she wasn’t going to complain. After all, who would say no to a photo shoot with Adrien Agreste!. But they only problem was…Ladybug was the one posing with the teen model. Since Adrien was going to be modeling new Ladybug and Chat Noir inspired clothing, it seemed only fitting that the famed super heroin would join him. For some reason, they couldn’t get Chat to join them. It seemed odd to Ladybug, since she figured he would love the attention.
Merman AU. Their meeting is orchestrated by fate, conducting them one at a time to step on the stage. With the flick of the baton, in time, they will sing the same song, but only if they aren’t swept away by the ocean’s mighty waves.
All Ladybug wishes is to have a Chat Noir by her side, but what Marinette finds is that maybe she just needs a more aquatic companion.
Both Adrien and Marinette have the tendency to cuddle up to others in their sleep, as both Nino and Alya have experienced. So when the opportunities arise, they toss their friends together and let the snuggles commence.
Marinette freezes in her spot behind the counter. Busy replenishing the tins of loose leaf tea for the more popular brews, she hadn’t heard the delicate chime at the front door. She turns in slow-motion to the shop floor, watching as the new customer starts chatting with the blond standing by the shelves. She hadn’t heard the front door chime, which means it’s too late-
“Oh, I have no uncertainteas about finding the right blend for you.”
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I am so fucking sick of hearing about fat acceptance. I have the hugest rant prepared. First, I wanna start this rant off by saying I am entitled to my own opinion and nothing can change my opinion on this matter, so there’s no use trying to argue with me! I have been chubby ALMOST my whole life. I was skinny as a kid, mom would always brag to her friends about it! I ballooned up around 4th grade, I was still active then but I ate terribly and I had a really young mom that honestly didnt know what she was doing with herself let alone her child. I played basketball, ran track, played soccer, and did karate. 4 sports, I still gained weight because I ate like absolute shit. I remember when I was in 5th grade I was 5'4" and 135 and I wanted to be 120. My mom was so anti-fat, but so uneducated so she spent the next 6 years of my life calling me everyname under the book, physically abusing me because I kept gaining weight/was a snot/didn’t do my chores. I wont go into detail but I definitely have severe PTSD from the things she did to me. For example, she once poured dirty cat litter on me, then filmed me crying while telling me I sound like a whale in distress. I kept gaining weight of course, I stopped doing sports not because I didnt want to but because my mom got pregnant and someone had to take care of her. I was 14 when she had my little brother, but it looked as if I had had him with all the weight I had gained. In 8th grade, I was 5'8" 185 lbs. I was NOT happy, but food gave me an escape for a little bit and I truly did have an eating disorder. I binged at first, thousands of calories sometimes even tens of thousands. Mom would beat me for eating the food but I didnt stop, Mom kept calling me everything under the book. She gained 100 pounds after getting pregnant and lost it all within a year. She got depressed, and left my brother and I alone for sometimes months. I got into drugs and ended up dropping out of school and choosing to go to military school. I wanted to improve, for my brother- who I had gotten awfully close to all those years mom was out being crazy. In military school, mom finally had to take responsibility for her son and I was gone for 6 months, I did workout in military school but we were required heavy duty meals because they didn’t wanna get sued for underfeeding us. I gained muscle, yes, I was able to do 7 pull ups at the end of my time there but I was still 225 pounds, and not even close to being healthy. I am telling you all this about my past because I see countless excuses in the fat acceptance tag. I gained all my weight back in high school, every year making a plan that this would be the year! I’m gonna lose the weight! I even got my best friend to lose 50 pounds but I stayed the same. I’ve used every excuse in the book. In the beginning of THIS year, I started discovering body acceptace/fat acceptance/etc I was into it at first, because I wanted to truly believe myself when I said “Wow, I wanna love my body teehhee (: My body is great!!!” It felt good, getting all that attention, at first. There were even some cute creepy guys that wanted to see my fat rolls and my big thighs. Finally I was getting love from people I never got when I was younger, via the internet. Then I started going on 4chan.. I found myself in the /fit/ section everyday. I ditched tumblr, I was obsessed. I saw Fat Hate Threads/Fat People Stories and I would binge while reading through them. Laughing at fat people, even though I was one. I kept thinking “man, I need to make a change this shit isnt healthy” but I would do something for a week and go back to my old ways. I finally found the subreddit that changed/SAVED my life. It’s called r/fatpeoplehate. You get banned for being fat, so I never dared post a comment or a link or argue or do anything but lurk. I had been on tumblr so long I was convinced every boy secretly loved fat girls so I didnt have to change, I just had to find me one that didn’t care about being in public with a fat girl. This subreddit opened my eyes, not only is fat acceptance BULLSHIT but so is being fat. They hate all fat people on that sub and they have the right to. I think all fit humans have a buried hate for fat people but they have been raised that it’s impolite to say something out loud about it. I believe they have every right. I am still fat as fuck, yes I have changed my lifestyle greatly but until I am fit I wont be talking about that because I’m not looking for someone to get their hopes up in me finally losing weight and getting healthy. I dont want anyone to be happy for me, I need more people around that won’t congratulate me when I lose weight I need more people around that will be like “OK but you shouldnt have let yourself get that bad in the first place, we aren’t here to give you a gold star youre literally just going from a gelatinous blob to a human being shut the hell up.” and I’ve found that in fatpeoplehate. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t love your body.. I’m saying love your body by making sure you are healthy. If your bmi is over 30 and you’re not a body builder or some sort of athlete you’re not healthy. I dont care what your excuses are being fat isnt healthy.. it will never be healthy. You are cutting 30 years off your life, you are creating health problems for your future everytime you preach about HAES. If you have kids, and you put your habits onto them youre creating a shortened life for them. I know what it’s like to be fat. I’ve been through all the excuses you’re giving the world. I have fat ass grandparents and a chubby family besides my mom, I still don’t blame being fat on genetics. I told you all about how my mom used to beat me for being fat, because I want you to know no matter how shitty your upbringing was, no matter WHAT happened to you as a kid or what’s happening to you now you dont need to eat your feelings or eat because of your PTSD or BPD or whatever disease you’ve diagnosed yourself with. What my mom did was wrong, but I dont blame my current weight on my past. I blame it on lack of discipline. I thought I had PCOS for the longest time, guess what? It turns out I’m just fat. Every excuse you’re using is wrong, you cannot be healthy at every size. If you are obese, or even overweight you need to improve your eating habits and exercise. You have one fucking life, look deep down inside yourself- do you really want to be fat forever? You can lie to yourself all you want but I know you dont want to be fat, I know you don’t really think all these amazing things about yourself. I know because I tried so hard to convince everyone I was cute. The constant narcissism in the fat acceptance tags.. People that truly believe they are beautiful and healthy do not have to scream about it every time someone tells them they are wrong. This was a really poorly written rant but I needed to get it out. Fat shaming and Fat hate saved my life and my future children’s lives. It seems wrong to promote hatred, but if you’re doing it for HEALTH reasons, I feel it’s justified. Obesity isnt attractive, our bodies aren’t meant to be that size and if your'e wondering why these people on the internet are so attracted to you but real life guys arent? It’s because fat girls/guys are never going to be seen as attractive. Even fat people with pretty faces (Adele, Queen Latifah) are seen as /pretty/ but would be seen as more attractive if they looked healthy. People on the internet calling you attractive are most definitely fetishists or people that are so desperate and alone they crave any sort of attention. That’s all I have to say/ Fat acceptance is wrong and you’re slowly killing yourself. No excuses, stop eating so much and start exercising more. If you have problems with your metabolism, exercise harder and eat even healthier. You will lose weight, you will be healthy.
HOLY HECK I'M GOING TO TUCK (collecting doodads for the stage door!)
Alrighty! So! In a wild turn of events I am hopping on a plane and booking it to New York City to catch one of the last performances of the Tuck Everlasting Musical! (I’m so exceedingly lucky.)
I had been planning to go in July before the show was closed early, and I had anticipated much more time to be able to draw things to give to the cast at the stage door. Unfortunately, I’ll only be able to doodle a bit, haha. But nevertheless, this is where I need help!
I’M GOING TO BE COLLECTING ART, LETTERS, ECT from whoever to deliver them to actors at the stage door! I know that a ton of people are really sad that they won’t be able to see the show, so I figured that it was the least I could do with my good luck! Also, I know that it must be terribly hard for the actors to have their show close. I am absolutely certain that every single little thing will make a difference to them.
Please please please send me as many things as possible. Please type your letters and Private Message them to me (or something!) so that I can print them out and put them in an envelope. Also, please address the individual actors in different letters so that it will be easier for me to deliver! (Even if it’s just a tiny paragraph; it’ll go into the actor’s envelope! They are going to appreciate every little bit, haha.) Tag me in your artwork, and keep sending it to me until you’re sure that I have seen it! (I’ll reblog it and tag it with “Tuck Box”.)
Unfortunately, this is incredibly incredibly last-minute. Therefore, PLEASE TRY TO GET YOUR WORK INTO ME BY 7:00 AM CENTRAL TIME ON SATURDAY MAY 28th (2016? a given). I’m sorry that the time limit is so short, but, again, anything is going to be appreciated.
Even if you’re not going to add anything, or you’re not too interested in the musical, a Signal Boost would be absolutely phenomenal!! And soooo appreciated. (Every reblog counts to me.) I don’t know if we’re going to get a ton of entries for the box, but, hey, I thought that it would be cool to try to organize! I’ve never Stage Doored ever before, and this is going to be a real adventure.
Thank you all so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of you.
let me just begin by saying there's nothing wrong with finding any of the cast members attractive. this is an EXTREMELY attractive cast. everyone is so FINE I bet even the folks backstage who we don't see are gorgeous. Its okay to be sexually attracted to them too! We've all made posts professing our love to the cast, which is perfectly fine!! Right now you're looking at Leslie Odom Jr's fiancé! we good!!
but ya see there's a big difference between "anthony ramos is my sweet freckled child <333" and "I want anthony to shove his #thicc cock inside of me and ten other cast members at the same time but also freckles uwu"
You see the difference right?? Right??????
I don't have anything against writing smut about the characters (who, yes, are technically real people but they've been dead for literal centuries ok. Let it go) but it just gets weird REEAAAAL fast when u say the same thing about musical!John Laurens and the real live human being Anthony Ramos. It gets even weirder when u talk about the cast members in this way in relations to each other??? Shipping real people in a serious, unironic way is just a lil :/// to me (I say "serious, unironic way" bc I do write rpf with my friend but its a Huge Joke™ and nonsexual and come on I don't actually ship sandra bullock and steve harvey together ok). I mean Anthony is quite frankly dating Jasmine Cephas Jones.....it's a legitimate fact. There are pictures. It's on Wikipedia. They're in LOVE and its PRECIOUS and they're gonna get MARRIED eventually so why tf r yall writing about him bottoming for Lin????????
And Lin!!! He has a beautiful WIFE AND SON. You can speculate about his sexuality, NOT PUBLICLY BC HE SEES THINGS, but that's fine if u honestly must??? (although he tweeted that he was straight once during his "grease live" livetweeting so......like......). U can talk about how cute he and jonathan groff are! But y'all don't stop there do u? Bc one second ur talkin about them being cute and then a sentence later it's all "and then he SUCKED his BIG FAT DICK clean off!!!!!! He was dickless!!!! While wearing their costumes!!!!!!!!!! He choked on the full decapitated dick!!!!!"
That shit ain't cute.
So, now that u finally realize that (hopefully), we can get to the real nitty mcfreaking gritty. this part is primarily for white fans but it technically applies to anyone who is not specifically latinx and/or black jsyk:
So even before the whole "baby girl" thing started, I saw quite a few of y'all calling Anthony and Lin "papi" which like.....why should I even have to tell you why this is wrong. If you're not latinx, DON'T USE THE WORD "PAPI", especially since most of y'all are using it in a sexual context. You went ahead and took an innocent word, and turned it into a way to sexualize your faves who just so happen to be latinx. It just ain't right, and its also?? weird??? Let me put it this way, I'm black but not jewish so thatd be like me calling daveed "bubbe". Or something. Either way see how that'd be gross and offensive? You're taking a part of them, a huge part of them, their culture, and turning it into something exotic and sexual. That, my friends, is fetishism.
Another good example of this is the whole "baby girl/boy" n "papa" thing. Y'all rly went ahead and took an cute nickname and rolled RIGHT with it lmao. @alexandralexander explained it beautifully in this post, but basically "papa" (and "mama") is a cute lil way of older folks to regard ppl who are younger than them. It's a caribbean thing, aka something yall just won't get. Idk what the whiter equivalent would be, idk like ur grandad calling u "big guy" or something??? Who knows. Just kno that its NOT SEXUAL IN ANYWAY LIKE WTF WHY DID Y'ALL MAKE THAT A DADDY KINK THING. WHY CAN NOTHING BE SACRED WITH YOU GUYS. Best believe when my grandparents call my brother "papa" they mean it in an endearing way. And that's how Lin meant it? I don't see how it could have been construed any other way??
As for the baby girl/boy thing, in all the times I've been called/heard someone else call someone baby girl, it was NOT sexual. It can be used that way, but it was n o t in this context. Again, its a cultural thing i guess. And with "baby boy", yall do remember that anthony plays lin's son in this show right. okay, just checking.
But forreal. what is wrong wit u guys. I told myself I wasn't gonna kinkshame nobody but its Time, it rly and truly is Time.
One last point I want to make (as if this isn't long enough already) is the language with which u talk about the cast too. This was said rly well in several posts especially this one that uses that tags ppl tend to use, but i’m gonna elaborate on it a little. I just want to know right now why Anthony (or our lighter skinned and SURE AS HELL THE WHITE cast members) is "sweet precious sunflower child cinnamon biscuit roll wheatgrass turkish delight with sprinkles or some other corny shit <333" while daveed is AUTOMATICALLY "raw me zaddy" THE FUCK??? Why we gotta go STRAAIGGHTT to zaddy-basis with daveed??? Why do I see y'all talking about his dick size???? Y'all dont do that from the get-go for the lighter skinned members (which is sad bc daveed is already a certified Lightskint™ so that's rly saying something)?? Why can't black actors (and characters) ever be seen as "sweet turnip bumblebees (???)" instead of either being put on an inhuman pedestal where it's "STEP ON ME BAD BITCH QUEEN" or sexualized with some "CHOKE ME YOU COCKSLUT" ???? Ask yourselves why y'all do that. I'll wait.
And y'all don't even TALK about oak (as a quick sidenote okieriete is not that hard of a name to pronounce y'all just don't care to try. It sounds exactly like its spelled) but tbh I don't rly want u to bc you'd just sexualize him as well. Plus that means more for me cause I'm engaged to him too :) remember to save the date!!
This was all over the place and idk if I even said what I was trying to say but whatever. I guess what I'm trying to say is (and this is to white fans) you're stanning a thing full of people of color. im assuming that this is probably the first thing that youve been rly into that has included exclusively people of color. Please just be mindful of the way you talk about them. There's a history of you exotifying and sexualizing poc to the point that historically, people have been killed for??? There's a history behind y'all calling latinx folks "papi" and automatically assuming black folks got a big dick ok lmao. At the end of the day, the way you talk about them shows that you don't rly respect them as much as you claim to do??? Idk I wish I had made notes about this bc it sounded waaaaaaayyy better in my head but! Whatever it's still lit. s/o to @aaronsburrr for assistance!
Every year there was this secret santa game that all the classmates liked to participate. They would randomly select a name from a bowl full of name tags and give the name owner little presents until christmas when the Secret Santa would be revealed.
Everybody was excited, except Maya. Every year was stressful around secret Santa time. Having very little to no mony to spend on gifts was sometimes hard, she had to become resourseful. Recyclin, going to triftshops, flee markets, and sometimes making the gifts herself. And the kids didn't wanted those gifts... They wanted expensive candybars, of new toys, cute fashion accesories. One time in second grade, she made a picture frame with some recycled materials, and it ended in the garbage because the girl who was meant for didn't liked it. And it just broke Maya's heart, she came home crying and Katie gave her Money to buy a bracelet and a candy bar for the Secret Santa.
So this year, even when Maya had more money to spend on little gifts, it was still a very hard time for her, while everyone was happy and excited, she was anxious.
today is Secret Santa day!
Yes! I hope I get awesome gifts...
You guys play this game every year?
Yea... It sucks... I'm going to art room. Forgot something there yesterday. See you later in class...
is Maya ok? She seemed a little sad...
Maya doesn't like Secret Santa
No one wants her to be their secret Santa.
what? Its true!
why is that? Don't they like Maya?
Maya is not the problem.
Its her gifts. They are mostly hand made from recycled objects.
But that's awesome. Like little works of art.
Yeah... I guess not everybody is into it...
I liked my gifts from last years...
o yeah? And how come you are not wearing your noodle bracelet right now?
murmurs...I don't have it anymore...
I said I don't have it anymore!
what did you do to it Riley?
I lost it?
Fine... Is in my room. Somewhere. and I don't wear it because I don't want to break it.
is made of noodles Riley, not glass.
people already think I'm weird. I can't wear noodles, they'll make fun of me... Lets see if you wear yours this year!
I don't have one!
not yet... But since last time she was my secret santa, now is your turn.
Sorry Riles, No can do. Got to run, library book to return, see you later!
Farkle! You can't do this to me two years in a row! We had a deal! Damn....
ok, what just happened?
Farkle bailed on me...
one year is my secret santa, next was suposed to be his. And is his turn. Last year was mine. That was the deal.
don't worry Riles, I'll take Farkle's place.
You are so nice. Thank you! You always coming to rescue me.
lets head to class to make the special Secret Santa arrangements with dad. He knows about the deal.
At class, Mr Mattews puts all their names except for Mayas and Lucas in the bowl, and calls each student forward to take a little piece of paper in the front desk. On purpose he calls Maya and places two pieces of paper both with lucas name on it and Maya grabs one.
(unfolds paper) great...
Mr Mattews calls Lucas and he takes the last remaining paper, and nods at Mr Mattews knowing that he'll be Mayas Secret Santa.
so what did you get?
I can't tell you! Is ruins the purpose of the game. Is called "secret" santa for a reason...
c'mon... Not even a clue?
I got a very nice name...
I got the worst...
It can't be that bad.
(Riley and Lucas look at eachother with worry)
why is it so terrible?
because is gonna be hard to please this one... Is gonna take a lot of work.
It just is. Stop asking things. I better go... I need time to think.
let her be. She's worried because she wants you to like her presents. Now she'll isolate herself to think about and make the gifts.
I can hardly wait.
Next week they were suposed to start with the gifts...
Maya was nowhere to be seen.
good morning Riley. Guess what was in my locker?
a secret santa gift?
yes! How did you know?
Look! (Opens locker door)
Nice teddy bear!
I know right? Is the cuttest little teddy beat with the cuttest little sweater. I'm so happy. What did you get?
just a card...
sure is just a card?
for now... Yes. But is musical. And says that more is to come! So I'm happy.
hi lucas. Look! A teddy!
i don't know. Haven't found anything.
They get to class and in his desk is a red box with a green bow.
He smiles and puts it in his bag.
aren't you gonna open it?
would you let me see?
(Maya walks in)
what did you get?
nothing yet. I guess my secret santa forgot about it.
or maybe later you'll find it.
Lucas drops his books on purpose and as he gets down to get them up he puts a little envelope in Maya's bag when she's not looking.
After class everybody heads home. Lucas can't wait anymore to open the little box. He carefully removes the green ribbon and opens the red box to find a very artsy horse sculpture made of clay. Is a white horse. And Lucas liked it so much he put it in his bedside table.
When Maya got home, she opened her bag to find her keys and felt the heavy envelope with her hand, took it out and opened it. It was a beautiful bracelet for charms with a single snow flake charm. She liked it. A lot. She had a feeling this secret santa was gonna be different. But for now she needed to finish her next secret santa proyect.
Would Ranger Rick like the horse sculpture? She'll know tomorrow for sure.
so, what was it?
a beautyful sculpture.
can I see it?
is in my room, but sure, someday.
Maya was smiling when she heard he liked it.
so Maya. What did you get?
Maya just held her wrist for her to see.
ahww that's so pretty!
so mine was the worst!
relax farkle, is just the first...
yeah buddy, you might get a charm bracelet next time!
was second gift time.
guess what I got?
No! But is just as cute!
what is it?
A puppy calendar! Look, it has the cutest puppy pictures you can imagine, there's even one with a bunny!
yeah really cute. Look what I got!
that isn't so bad...
Farkle had a pen and a little notepad with little pine trees.
yeah, is true. At least is something I can use.
That is true. Hey Maya what about you?
notting yet, I mean wasn't in my locker.
my locker was empty too. Lets go to class.
And there was again. A little red box with green bow on his desk. Only this time there was one silver box with a pink bow on Maya's desk too.
see, I did got something.
what is it?
can't tell yet. I'll open it later.
I got more charms, a candy cane, a ginger bread man and a christmas tree. And a real candy cane. Yummy.
Lucas smiled to himself.
At home he opened his box. There was a coin, a very special coin that he knew so well. The one with the cowboy ridding a bull. The same one his grandfather promissed to give him so many years ago but didn't. But how did she get it?
Next week, third secret santa day.
Riley found the cutest little candy abd ginger bread house.
can you believe it? Su cute and delicious!
didn't liked yours?
look... A calculator. I mean, is useful but not thoughful...
yea, I guess you could say that.
lets get inside class (smiling)
Maya eager to get to class... That's a new one...
I wanna go in too, there must be my gift waiting for me.
And it was.
The usual red box. But now it was bigger and read Fragile! Do not shake.
look more charms... No, just one a snow man and a gift card with 25 dls, this is so cool.
yeah. Not until home.
And when he arrived home he opened his gift. His favorite. Cherry pie. Only when he tasted it he knew, it wasn't just a cherry pie, was his grandma's recipe. He smiled so much it made his face hurt that afternoon. And he ate it all. Didn't share one bit. And he loved it.
Next week. It was cheistmas eve. The last gift, when it all came down to telling who was their secret santa.
Omg Look at this!
just when I tough it couldn't get better. A snow globe with me inside in a cheerleading outfit. And it says "I'll always believe in you" omg! Farkle?
(smiles) yeah... Tough you would like it.
I live it... Omg please don't open yours!
why not? (Opens locker)
A really unexpected thing happened, some colored watter got splashed on his face and he got a recorded message saying:
"you bailed on me! ME! And you thought that was ok, well time to think again pal. Happy Christmas not! Enjoy making calculations and taking notes on how to be a better friend! "
Sorry! I was mad at you. I tried to warn you!
your gift sucks big time. I bet Maya's was better.
Serves you right for bailing on me.
Maya opened hers to find a single heart charm and a letter that said "thank you for all those amazing gifts. They made me feel like home and it was special. I know this was hard for you but jeep doing what you love. And you are an amazing artist Maya, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. -yours Ranger Rick"
When Lucas got home he opened his box. And it was empty, no present. Just a note in the bottom, with an adress. And so, he took his phone and jacket and the little piece of paper and went there. Nothing could prepare him for it, it was a mural in the side of a drugstore. The picture was amazing with so much detail. It was Lucas' favorite horse from Texas. And himself ridding it in a very beautiful prairie. He took pictures of the mural with his phone and stayed all afternoon admiring the artwork, must have taken her so much time. Days maybe.
When he turned she was there.
taking pictures of my art?
don't you mean mine?
nice gift. I just wish I could take it home.
I have the sketch at home if you want it.
I do, thank you. Most have taken you days...
it did... But for you, it was worth it.
you are really somehting you know...
yeah... I've heard...
so, you talked to grandma?
I knew that was her pie!
Heeey, I made it! And it took me like 5 pies to get it right.
Tikki had told her that the reason she was a ladybug-themed heroine with the power of creation was that ladybugs were supposed to be lucky, like how Chat Noir, the black cat-themed hero with the power of destruction, was supposed to be unlucky.
Well, the girl behind Ladybug’s mask knew for a fact that there was no way the boy behind Chat Noir’s mask was unluckier than her in that moment.
To: Alya > ALYA THIS ISN’T FUNNY > I WILL FAINT > FALL TO THE GROUND WITH SHAME
From: Alya > And Adrien will be there to save you.
The situation didn’t get any better once Adrien had heard the poorly contained scream that Marinette gave.
“Don’t worry, Marinette.” the blond model said, placing a hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort. “We’ll get out of here safely, I promise.”
Considering Marinette didn’t die of a heart attack, Adrien was right.
Loved your meta on Jon Snow! Could you elaborate this: "if we’re talking about grrm creating *special* characters that’s theon or jaime objectively"? Would love to read your thoughts on them!
SURE I CAN ELABORATE (and thanks glad you enjoyed reading that <3)
okay so let’s go in order: jaime.
okay so jaime is an amazing example of ‘how to write a guy who seems despicable and then turns out is actually the most sensed person moral-wise around’ - OKAY I know it’s an unpopular opinion so bear with me because a lot of my opinions re jaime are not mainstream but is2g I have reasons.
thing is: usually characters like jaime are straight-up assholes. I mean, when you meet this guy he’s in an incestuous relationship with his sister, generally behaves like an ass with most people and the first main thing he does plot-wise is crippling bran, which given the HE KILLED HIS KING backstory makes people go like CHRIST YOU ARE DESPICABLE. now in general you don’t see characters like that having redeeming traits that predate their shitty actions and at most they have redemption arcs where they die to atone for their sins and stuff, but thing is: jaime is subtle in that sense. because I’m not counting asos (I’ll get there in a minute) but there’s a lot of hints in the previous two books showing you that he’s not the asshole he looks like. meaning: it was stated early in the beginning that he waited for ned to come and *take the throne* even if he sat on it for who knows how long when killing aerys when he could have claimed it himself, and if it had been cersei LIKE HELL she’d have waited for ned, he’s the only family member tyrion does not want to see dead and who treats him nicely/who arguably loves him, even if you loathe him he always somehow talks sense (his drunk conversation with cat in acok is imo a character development masterpiece because you could see cat was morally right but he was technically having a lot more points especially when talking about how hypocritical is of her/her family to assume that you can always hold up your honor/fulfill your oaths). mostly, he’s at least on some level entirely aware of how fucked up he is - I mean, the moment I fell for jaime as a character was when he pushed bran out of the window and said the things I do for love with loathing. from which you deduce that he’s entirely aware that he’s doing something shitty and that he’s doing it out of *love* same as he does pretty much everything in his life, and then I was like man this guy is interesting.
and then you get to his chapters and man, JAIME. so, the moment you get into his head, you find out that this guy who until now you found wholly despicable actually stayed faithful to cersei all his life like your standard fairytale knight, that he actually wanted to be a fairytale knight all his life, that he joined the kingsguard both because cersei kind of convinced him to but also because HE WANTED TO BE LIKE ARTHUR DAYNE, that he actually turned out that cynical after two years of guarding aerys during which he arguably developed some bad case of ptsd (man he has a patented checking out method he advices brienne to use whenhe’s sure they bloody mummers might rape her..) and that his supposedlyu most despicable act - killing his king - actually saved an entire city and was everything but dishonorable if you looked at the facts. on top of that when he loses his hand he goes on what I call the reverse redemption arc of the century, as in - the thing is that we’re told that jaime is the same as cersei. (or so she thinks). until we have just her opinion, we might assume it’s true. then it turns out that he used to be an… actual nice person who doesn’t give a fuck about power (honest HE DID NOT TAKE THE THRONE??), and who wanted to be arthur dayne, was the only person in his family who did not abuse his brother, doesn’t judge people on their appareances like 90% of westeros (that was even before he lost his hand, if you look at it after he realizes that brienne is competent he doesn’t demean her for her looks anymore), actually is waaaay less sexist than the average (actually he’s one of the few people who don’t automatically look down on women), has turned out the way he did also thanks to his father being himself (because lol the tysha situation was pure abuse also as far as jaime was concerned never mind tat we could argue about how cersei turns textbook abusive partner after he loses his hand) and the adforementioned ptsd and that brought him to his lowest point aka pushing bran out of the window. then he loses his hand, has to face the fact that he’s not cersei’s mirror, meets brienne, decides that he wants to be the person he used to be again and - like, everyone argues about the supposed redemption arc that jaime has or doesn’t have, but imo the thing is that he started from being a basically good person, turned into a fairly horrid one due to circumstances he couldn’t have much of a say in and now he wants to go back to being the decent-ish person he was before and man, where do you see that in fantasy mainstream fiction? usually that kinda asshole stays an asshole or has the death driven redemption arc, you don’t find out that he actually was on of the most moral/modern-thinking characters in that bunch. (sorry guys jaime’s moral compass imo is a lot less screwed than it loosk like, because he’s a realist about oaths and the likes and he’s not the kind of idiot who’d put his king’s life over the entire city’s and who felt that conflicted about protecting someone who raped his wife. actually show!jaime sorta raping cersei in the sept was ridiculous also because book!jaime is like, I LOATHE RAPISTS UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY. I mean.) also I’m 100% of the opinion that his riverrun arc just shows that - he didn’t want to go, he managed the mission without technically breaking his oath and making use of the fact that he knows people think he’s a despicable person and by the end he’s just… Done with the capital D when it comes to doing what his family wants him to do or things he doesn’t want to - I mean, he goes off with brienne in a second when he sent her on a legitimate heroic quest before, who are we kidding? that is the one thing he wanted from life tbh. he even said it in asos, at some point the kid who wanted to be like arthur dayne had turned into one of the outlaws they despised that much.
tldr jaime is an incredibly complex and layered character who deconstructs perfectly both your typical asshole backstabber, the arthurian knight and the courtly love trope (both with brienne and cersei) at least and imo if it wasn’t for theon he would be the most original/innovative/well-conceived character in asoiaf tbh - except that then you have theon.
christ where do I start. okay, let’s start from the deconstruction - I ranted about it a while ago but lol I can’t find the link (it’s under my janie writes meta tag if you want to look for it) - but like, theon’s a flawless destruction of the traitor trope. like, usually your typical backstabber betrays the hero/heroine, who usually doesn’t die but is majorly fucked because of that - anyway most times they stand back up, get their revenge and said backstabber gets their due and usually they did it for their own personal gain or jealoiusy and it’s always from the betrayed’s POV. also by the end we’re all happy when the backstabber gets their due.
theon utterly and completely destroys that because a) we get HIS pov and never robb’s, b) his betrayal is the result of a situation he had no choice in which brought him to have to deal with severe mental issues, c) when he gets his comeuppance it’s so horrific that just people with zero empathy actually would think he deserved ramsay, d) he thought he’d take WF for his personal gain but ended up losing everything instead, e) he’s the person who regrets most his own actions and he wishes he had died with robb, f) HE’S NOT DEAD YET, g) and not just that, he did one of the few arguably truly honestly 100% heroic fairytale TM actions in the books (as someone once said, him saving jeyne and jaime saving brienne in the bear pit are arguably the only two truly fairytale-worthy things anyone’s ever done in ASOIAF and look at who is behind them…) which gave him narrative redemption/catharsis since it also was a mostly selfless action done for someone no one could give two fucks about. that’s already groundbreaking territory because that shit rarely happens in mainstream fiction but it’s not even all of it.
okay so, acok!theon is hardly a nice person, but I think it’s very inspured that if you take into account where he comes from (the hostage situation and howhe can’t reconcile coming from a background and being unable to fit in another, never mind the IF YOUR FATHER REBELS THE GUY YOU’D LIKE TO BE YOUR FATHER COULD AND WOULD PROBABLY KILL YOU) it shows that such a context does not breed well-adjusted people, and the thing is that while I think taking WF was a ridiculous delusional fk-up, actually siding with his father was normal - I mean, in retrospective ofc he’d side with robb but in his position of course you pick your asshole family rather than your bff when picking the latter leaves you disinherited, IN A SOCIETY BASED ON HOUSE BELONGING. ops. and when he knew robb was the only prson who gave two fucks about him overall, and he still was having his AH BUT HE OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ME phase to convince himself he was better off in pyke. and the fact that he takes a decision most of us would take even if it’s not the right one narrative-wise when he’s also not easy to sympathize with and the decision harms the supposed heroes of the story (the starks) is imo a+++ writing because like, I’m 90% sure that people hate theon that much because it’s a human decision and most of us would the same in his shoes, but it’s not too easy to admit that… especially when the character taking it is not relatable.
on top of thart you have one of the most beautiful identity arcs in fantasy fiction AT LEAST but honest it’s probably the best one I ever read and I read a fair amount of novels. like you can sum it in ‘we think we know this guy, then we see that his head is a shitty place to be, we realize he has serious identity issues in the sense that he’s split between two cultures and can’t make sense of it, we see him going waaay deep into that rabbit hole until he loses about everything for it, then he gets brainwashed into thinking he’s someone else and someone subhuman for that matter, and then he actually goes back from that on his own and finally realizes who the hell he’s supposed to be and the moment he does he does the Heroic Deed Of The Book TM’ and it′s beautiful, because when have you ever seen that much effort put into giving that amount of depth to a character whose technical actions are supposed to be all-around despicable? like guys theon’s identity arc is a punch in the stomach to read but I swear I rarely read a thing with such a cathartic ending and given that grrm gave that sl to a character the audience was not supposed to sympathize with going by your regular tropes I kee on thinkign it was a literary stroke of genius if you look at it from the technical crafting-a-story sense
also I could go on a long rant about how on top of that you also have one of the best narratives re an abuse victim I read in my life (because like if you count everything, the guy’s been a victim of some kind of abuse all his life way before ramsay was in the picture) and actually that’s also why I’m 99% sure he’s not headed for the cathartic death, it makes a lot more sense if he survives the story in spite of everything but this post is already hellal long and my laptop lags (guys really it’s taken me an hour and twenty to get up to this point ew) so in conclusion
tldr theon is absolutely groundbreaking because not only he’s a trope deconstruction, but narratively he’s the result of a lot of choices that are not mainstream or popular when it comes to that kind of character, has honestly the best written chapters in the entire thing if you ask me and he’s absolutely not the kind of character you find easily in mainstream fiction. what I mean is that jon is a chosen hero deconstruction but he’s still a chosen hero and the world is full of them, jaime is already more rare but you can find chaarcters who have some traits in common with him, and I’ve never once in my life read a character that was comparable to theon when it came to sheer originality/reading something I never ran into before. (I could SORT OF MAYBE say the same for brienne but brienne is also the warrior woman trope and there’s a lot of that around tho brienne is the best instance I’ve sene of it - anyway she’s not *original* per se, it’s original in the way grrm approaches it. anyway this is not about brienne and it’s really too long so I’m gonna cut it here) so imo theon’s actually the best character grrm has singlehandedly conceived/churmed out in his career if not just in asoiaf (but I read enouhg of the rest to be sure of that assessment) and yeah okay I’m done XD
love of my life and bane of my existence, aka goldenfredheckledfart (yeah…I
know) gave me the idea for this fic and has been telling me to write it for ages. I kept claiming that it
would take like, five chapters minimum to capture its glory, not to mention a
bunch of plot holes I had no idea how to fill. BUT since I love her and her birthday was last week, here it is in flesh and blood. Thanks also to my bae romancereadercoffeedrinker for helping me with the end and shout out to okteivia-blakes, because, by some happy coincidence, her recent vigilantes fic and this one both feature the same [SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING] ‘I only know the first letter of your name, and wow, what a coincidence that I’m meeting someone who looks a lot like you and has a name that starts with that letter’ trope, and it made me laugh.
meets him when she’s thirteen and her father is two weeks dead.
by ‘meets’ she means she dreams him into being. She must still be pretty messed up in
the head; Why else would she make up someone who wants nothing to do with
her dream, she walks into a 1950s style diner that’s nearly identical to the
one her father used to take her to on his days off work, complete with red
vinyl seats and checkered linoleum floor. And it seems perfectly natural, as things
do in dreams, that when she looks out the windows, nothing surrounds the
establishment but fluffy white clouds and a clear blue sky.
orders a chocolate milkshake—because that’s what you do in diners—before she notices him, sulking in the back corner.
He’s wearing all black in a way that looks more like he doesn’t care than any intentional
style and he’s sitting sideways in the booth, back against the wall and long
legs extending to the end of the bench seat. If she had to guess, she’d say he
was two years older than her.
approaches him without intending to, sipping at her milkshake before she pipes