if you guessed who these were then you rock

@zukotiddies reblogged your response to the post La La Land and added:

This is what La La Land teaches. And as a Black musician, it bothered the everliving fuck out of me. Ryan Gosling’s character is portrayed as keeping jazz alive…by not adding any innovations to it whatsoever??? While John Legend’s character is treated like some kind of shill artist cause he modernizes and makes jazz-hip-hop fusion that actually appeals to people younger than ninety? But this is bad, cause he has sexy twerking backup singers, and jazz was never considered racy back in the day, and was always considered high art.

This is such bullshit, because at first white people thought jazz was all about sex, drugs, and crime and they called it actual, honest-to-goodness Evil-with-a-capital-E. They thought of Cab Calloway the same way they thought of Snoop Dogg. And after it had been around for a while, and they felt comfortable around it, they started appropriating it, watering it down, and acting like they were better at it than the people who created it. I have a record at home of King Olivier’s band, including Louis gotdamn Armstrong before he went solo, like these were the best of the best. And whatever white dude wrote the blurb on the back of the record case called them “the best of the Negro bands” as if that were some lower tier of jazz, as if to say, “they’re alright for Negros I guess.”

This, by the way, is the same process that happened to Rock n Roll, which evolved out of the blues, and therefore out of Negro spirituals and work songs, in the first place.

And, like what was already mentioned, Black people have been innovating and fusing jazz since we created it. If you want an explanation for why older jazz is considered elevator music (New Orleans jazz is my fave, btw) you can look to white people who sanitized it, and started treating it like classical music, like it’s this higher, classier form of entertainment for classy old people to go to the opera house to see, and which should never, ever be changed. The rose-colored nostalgia goggles are the reason why jazz is considered elevator music.

(I’m not reblogging this thread again because I don’t want to put up the gifset yet again, but this reply is worth posting.)

ftr, if anyone finds it hard to believe that Cab Calloway was the Snoop Dogg of his time, he sang about weed and everything:

So I had heard that John Legend’s character was a hack/sellout… I did not know that he was portrayed that way because he did jazz/hip-hop fusion. To me, that’s a fundamental misunderstanding of jazz. It’s great to appreciate the old legends of jazz, of course! But the idea that it should remain “pure” and sound like what was made nearly a century ago is weird and regressive (not to mention, we can love the greats of the early 20th Century, but those time periods mean very different things to white people vs. Black people).

  • Professor X: Wow. Erik, this is how you live?
  • Magneto: What were you expecting?
  • Quicksilver: I dunno, rock walls, weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door. I guess I was just picturing the bat cave.
  • Cyclops: Why do you need a vase full of lemons?
  • Magneto: The room needed a pop of color.
  • Cyclops: WHO ARE YOU?!?
Monsta X: when you hug them and say "I'm so thankful to be with you"

Shownu:  is taken aback when you hug him at all, since he really wasn’t it expecting it. He’ll squeeze you tightly and smile to himself, asking you if everything is alright. When you respond and tell him that you’re thankful for him, he’ll burst into a grin and pull you into an even tighter hug. He’s not the best with being vocal about his emotions, but he won’t let go of you and shows you how much that meant to him.

Wonho:  he’s in such a hazy and pleasant state, that he won’t be able to respond for a couple minutes. He’d just hold you and let you shower him with affection, but he really can’t tell what it’s all for. He’ll pull back slightly and smile at you, in awe of how easily you take his breath away. “I’m more lucky and thankful to have you, love…I can’t imagine what I’d be like if I haven’t met you. Promise me, we’ll stay together forever, yeah?”

Minhyuk:  he’s gonna pick you up and spin you around until you’re both a dizzy and giggling mess on the couch. While never letting his eyes off yours, he’ll take your hands in his and search your face for something, as if he’s wondering if you’re being genuine and not just saying this out of nowhere. Will surprise you by suddenly pressing his lips against yours, and sighing when finally pulling away. “I love you. More than anything. I’m so blessed to have someone like you.”

Kihyun:  like Hyunwoo, he’d be confused at your sudden burst of affection, and pull away to ask if you’ve gotten yourself in trouble or ate his favorite snacks. He’ll laugh when you tell him off and that you were just trying to be romantic, and he’ll apologize in embarrassment while holding you tight. “I know, I’d be thankful to have me too. But I guess since I can’t clone myself, I’m glad it’s you who I get to share myself with.’

Hyungwon:  will wrap his tall limbs around yours without really needing a reason to, and doesn’t question why you’re suddenly being so cute. He’ll chuckle and rest his head on top of yours, rocking you both back and forth until you hit him with those words…and man he feels like he’s gonna burst in tears. Tries really hard not to fanboy in front of you bc his stomach is full of butterflies and he can do nothing besides kiss you and returning the affection.

Jooheon:  squeals of joy when you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his shirt. Is gonna squeal even more when you tell him that you’re thankful for him, since he’s always felt like you were a miracle when you walked into his life so he should be the one thanking you. Cups your face in his hands before squishing them and kissing your lips, telling you that you never fail to make him happy and thankful.

I.M:  turns really serious all of the sudden, I think this would hit him pretty hard unlike some of the rest. He’ll hug you back and not pull away, but he’d still think about if he’s done something to make you act like this. Goes into a full speech about how you’ve changed his life, and that he’s always thinking of ways to be a better boyfriend, since he feels like he doesn’t deserve you. Good luck trying to not cry tbh.

Originally posted by wonhontology

Growing Gardens

❤ Soulmate Drabble (2/13) ❤

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Member: Mingyu
Genre:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Word count: 563

Every time something tragic happens in your life, a flower appears somewhere on your body that causes the same amount of pain.


Ever since you were young sweet pea flowers covered your knees and elbows, growing out of them like your body was the recreation of the Garden of Eden. Hues of purple and pink representing bruises and scrapes trickled down your skin as if you were an O’Keeffe masterpiece. People would always joke about how whoever your soulmate was was a stuntman or a spy in the secret service, for how else could someone’s body become so bruised so easily? But, you never seemed to mind, for when the time came you would know exactly who the love of your life would be.

High school was it’s own experience, where many people began to sprout deep red pansies, loud with anger or dark blue hyacinth that made everything oh so gloomy the most you ever received was sweet peas. The whole concept had always been that you feel the other’s pain, no one had ever expected that the worst thing you would ever feel was a sprained ankle that came to you in the form of bright orange snapdragons.

It was always a wonder what flowers you had caused to bloom, sure you had had bruises and scrapes, but what about the injuries you couldn’t see? Did cranberry zinna’s burst from their chest when you felt so stressed you thought you might explode? Did sunset shaded marigolds cascade down their cheeks when you couldn’t help but cry into your pillow? Whenever a new flower began to blossom on your body you saw it as a gift, but did they?

When you were younger you would keep your eyes glued to the pavement, like a makeshift Sherlock wandering for clues in hopes that one day you would find them. Oh, if you knew how right you would become.

It was the type of warm outside where nothing seemed to feel right unless you had an ice cream cone in your hand. It was the type of warm outside where the ants had finally begun to leave from wherever they go in the winter and began to make anthills that never failed to amaze you. It was the type of warm where the only thing you could feel was sunshine as it etched itself into your bones making everything feel brighter. It was that type of warm because you had found him.

His knees were tattooed with bruises that never seemed to go away before new ones formed. His palms had small patches of scrapes from catching himself over and over again. Within that moment you didn’t seem to be so afraid. You had planned out words for what you would say to him when you met him, written novels in your head of what it would be like. But you would have never guessed that everything seemed to fall from your lips so naturally.

You saw a boy with skin that had been so lovingly kissed by the sun and with legs that were covered in a rainbow of bandaids. You had saw a boy who was so beautiful you lost your breath trip over a rock in the road and laugh so carelessly about it. But you hadn’t expected to run over to him so naturally. “Here, I got you these.” You smiled holding up two long sets of purple and pink shoelaces.

And you watched his eyes light up so bright to show shades the flowers on your skin had never created as he saw that your legs matched his own.

-peach

2

Xixi and MGS about to drop the hottest album of 2017. With songs such as:

1. 19 Days ‘till Shit Falls Apart
2. Please Stop Getting Kidnapped
3. You Were Kind of a Dick Before But Now You’re Cool I Guess
4. I’m Sorry I Hit You in the Head With a Rock
5. I Forgive You
6. Why Did We Get in a Fight Again?
7. We Know Nothing of Our S/O
8. Tell Us Your Backstory
9. I’ll Cook For You, As Long As You Pay Up
10. JUST LET ME EAT MY GODDAMN SANDWICH
11. Give Us a Break

(About time I drew my favorite middle schoolers. In my au, MGS wears eyeshadow because he just seems like he would. Also, they’ve got a little more melanin going on because poc asians need more love.)

[Percy, Jason, and Nico in Cabin 13]

Percy: Wow, Nico, this is how you live?

Nico: What were you expecting?

Percy: I don’t know, rock walls, weapons everywhere, a waterfall for a door. I guess I was just picturing the bat cave.

Jason: Why do you need a vase full of lemons?

Nico: The room needed a pop of colour.

Jason: Who are you!?

The Lighthouse

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Rated: T
Genre: Fluff & the slightest angst
Word Count: 3,776

Summary: You fell hard and fast for a gentle gaze and dimpled smile, the kindness and innocence that fills his heart and it makes you ache to return to that lighthouse once again.

A/N: I half love half hate this piece of work but it’s been forever since I last posted a fic so here we are 🎉 also I don’t know for sure if Namjoon’s pup is actually a boy or girl so I just guessed. 


The midday sun is warm against your face as you lean your head back, eyes closed and hair knotting in the cool breeze. The sound of strong waves slapping against jagged rock lull you into a state of daydreaming, though you’re startled out of it from the sound of a wooden door slamming against the wall of the lighthouse, rattling its hinges.  

You release the metal railing you were holding onto and place your hand over your thundering heart, squinting through the sunlight at a man chasing a frantic seagull out of the doorway who is quick to take flight. You stand there, mouth slightly agape, listening to the man grumble to himself something along the lines of grumble to himself something along the lines of ‘Pesky… good for nothing…’ and ‘Lucky I don’t eat you for dinner.’ He runs a hand through his hair and turns himself back towards the door but the flutter of your dress catches his eye, making him jerk back in surprise at the sight of you.

“Why… were you chasing a seagull?” You call across the space between the two of you.

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Where did you go?

Michael x reader

I am so sorry this is so long and rambly but i looooove it. Michael leaves reader to deal with an abortion by herself and she comes back to small heath with or without a baby ;)

He would be home in a few minutes and you were unbelievably nervous to tell him that you were pregnant. He’d be a great dad, but it wasn’t the baby that worried you. It was you. Recently Michael had been doing more and more “business” with his cousins. He would never tell you what was troubling him, you would barely talk at all anymore. You saw each other a couple times a week, each time you’d hope he’d take you out or stay longer than an hour for sex. That never seemed to happen though. He wasn’t the Michael you fell in love with a year ago. He was a different person altogether. That’s when the door slammed open.
“What the hell is so urgent we have to meet now? I have places to be (Y/N). You look fine what do you want?” The tone in his voice made you want to cry, maybe you shouldn’t tell him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stepped back from him.
“I’m pregnant”
“Well shit.” There were a few moments of silence you didn’t know what he was thinking but he was definitely thinking.
“I can get the money for your abortion to you tonight on my way to the garrison” This was the moment your heart broke, you let the tears brim over.
“No.” You whispered feeling absolutely crushed.
“Yes. You’re not keeping it don’t be so ridiculous.” He started to walk to the door but turned round on his heels.
“If you get it done before, I’ll be over on Thursday for an hour or so.”
“Are you fucking joking Michael.”
“What?”
“I’m not your bloody whore.” This made Michael laugh under his breath before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Well, what are you then?”
“Get out of my fucking house. Get out!” And with that he walked out the door slamming it behind him. You slumped to the ground sobbing. There was no light in his eyes anymore he wasn’t the man you once knew. You cried for hours until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning you went through to the kitchen. On your table was an envelope with the money Michael had promised you. And all of a sudden you were no longer sad just angry, you had so much rage. You packed your suitcase and phoned your mum telling her you were leaving for London and she could do whatever she wanted with the flat. She begged you to stay but nothing was keeping you hear having to see his face every day. You slammed the door behind you and walked to the train station ready to leave small Heath behind you.



A couple days later after Michael had come home from his bender. He’d had a good sleep and earful from Polly about being stupid and going out drinking for days he remembered his conversation with (Y/N). He drove from Pols country house to (Y/N)’s flat in small Heath.
“(Y/N)! Open up! Listen I’m sorry let me in!” He got quite the shock when (Y/N)’s mum opened up the door.
“Michael, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“She’s gone.” And with that, his heart sank.
“What do you mean? Gone where?”
“London I believe, she said she needed to get away for a while, I’m sorry.”

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Especially With You

||| Thanks @what-is-human for the idea! |||

VIXX x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,453

Originally posted by nxnight

“Camping?”

“What, are you scared or something?” Taekwoon asked.

“Pff yeah, like I would get scared.” you lied.

“Then it’s settled.” Wonsik added coming in with a big box.

“What’s that?” you asked. “But never mind that, isn’t it like dangerous you know to go camping in this season?” you continued.

“Are you trying to make excuses not to go with us again?” Jaehwan questioned you.

“No of course not, why would I do that.”

“I don’t know why but she’s obviously scared.” Taekwoon stated.

“Wonsik why are you taking everything out of my fridge?” you asked him ignoring Taekwoon.

“Are you planning on not eating anything while we are there?”

“But why are you taking my food? How long do you even plan this camping trip to last? Do you really need that many?”

“Well we figured since you’re going we might as well take yours.”

“That doesn’t explain anything and when did I tell you that I’m going?” you were starting to get annoyed. This happened every time all of them got together. They decide on some stupid idea then come barging into your house dragging you along with them.

“I don’t think you have that many choices because we already got the van and took your food, so…” Jaehwan added.

“Ugh fine, let me get ready.”

“You have 5 minutes.” Taekwoon told you.

“5 minutes you have got to be joking.”

“Just hurry up the clock is already ticking.”

Trying to hold in your frustration you practically slammed open the door to your room. You thought about taking some warm clothes and when you were getting changed Hongbin came into the room without notice.

“Y/N do you have any pots we could borrow?”completely ignoring the fact that you’re half naked.

“What the fuck Hongbin, do you even know what knocking means?”

“Oh sorry but still do you-“

“Are doing this on purpose? Get the hell out of the room!”

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“What!?” you could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

“Oh! I made you blush! How cute!” he started laughing. You took your pillow and threw it at him.

“Get out! And find those pots by yourself!”

“Woah! You’re scary when you’re angry! Fine I’m leaving.” he said exiting to the hall and closing the door.

A few minutes later you were ready to go. You went to the living room and saw that now Jaehwan was the only one there.

“Everybody went to get the van.” he told you standing up and taking your backpack from you. “What happened there?”

“Nothing.”

“Is Hongbin giving you trouble again?”

“No, he’s just being and idiot.” you stated. “Let’s go.”

Jaehwan just gave you a quick look and followed you through the door. They weren’t lying when they told you they got a van.

“It’s huge!”

“That’s what she said.” Sanghyuk added.

“Hello to you to.” you said punching him in the arm. He got into the far back of the van, you, Hakyeon and Taekwoon sat in the middle, while Wonsik, Hongbin and Jaehwan sat in the front, Jaehwan being the one driving. He started the engine and you were beginning to reconsider your idea of actually going.

“You know what, I remembered that I have something to do, so you guys have fun.” you smiled opening the door when suddenly Hakyeon pulled you back into your seat and closed and also locked them.

“I think it’s a little bit late for that. We should get going before she tries anything else.” he told Jaehwan who finally drove out of your apartment’s parking lot.

“You know, I think it would be even better if you sat in the middle.” Hakyeon stated, standing up as much as the car’s roof let him. He got into the space between your legs and the front rows seats, hovering above you, his face too close to yours. You looked at him from the bottom up when your eyes met his and you started blushing.

“What?” he asked. “What did you just think?”

“Nothing.” you said, quickly getting into his seat.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. Tell me.” he begged. “Hey! where you blushing just now?” he asked, pinching your cheek.

“No, I’m not.”

“She’s blushing a lot today for some reason.” Hongbin laughed from the front seat.

“Shut up you! Ahh I’m going to sleep.” you said taking out your travelling pillow and positioning it on Taekwoon’s shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you’re the most comfortable to sleep on.” you spoke putting your head on the pillow. Taekwoon just looked at you.

“Okay, whatever.” he said.

“Hey why do I have to sit in the back alone?” Sanghyuk asked.

“Because you’re the youngest.” Hakyeon stated.

“No I’m not. Y/N is younger than me by a whole month.”

“It’s somehow scary sitting in the back alone.” you mumbled.

“What did you say?” Sanghyuk asked getting closer to you.

“I said it’s scary sitting in the back alone!”

Sanghyuk stared at you for a while in surprise and then started laughing loudly.

“Haha, what a crybaby!!”

“Ugh. I ought to better not talk with any of you.” you said making yourself comfortable on Taekwoon’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You don’t remember when you fell asleep but you woke up in the car alone, a blanket on you. You looked around and saw that the boys were building the tents outside. You stepped out of the car and went to help them.

“Look who decided to show up.” Wonsik told everyone.

“Why are there only three tents?”

“So you could sleep with me.” he smirked.

“No way am I sleeping with you.”

“This one over here has enough room for three, while the other two have enough for two, so either way, you’re gonna have to sleep with somebody.” Jaehwan said.

“I say we do rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to sleep with Y/N.” Sanghyuk suggested.

“Why do you get to decide for me?” you were about to ask but they already started playing. Hongbin won.

“I guess I can keep you all to myself tonight” he joked to which you just rolled your eyes.

You decided to start the fire instead and before dark you were all ready. You ate your dinner and were now roasting marshmallows over the fire.

“You know, I heard a bunch of people disappeared in these areas.” Hongbin started.

“Are you serious?” you gulped.

“Of course, the last one disappeared just yesterday.”

“Stop joking like that, it’s not funny.”

“I never said I was joking.” he looked at you with a serious face.

“Hongbin, stop. She’s scared of camping as it is.” Jaehwan said.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah right.” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Why don’t we talk about something else instead.” you tried to change the subject.

“Okay then. How about we play truth or dare?” Hakyeon suggested. “I start. Y/N what did you think about back then in the car?”

Everyone looked at you.

“Okay I’m going to sleep.” you told everyone standing up.

“Hey, stop avoiding the question!”

“Are you going to sleep without me?” Hongbin interrupted, trying to make an offended expression.

“Yes I am.” you stated and went to tent, everyone following you with their eyes.

“What’s up with her?” Taekwoon inquired.

But before anyone could answer his question you came back.

“Back already?” Wonsik asked.

“Well you know I thought since we are all here maybe I will stay for a bit longer.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you!?” Sanghyuk laughed.

“Oh come here you! You look so cute when you’re shy.” Jaehwan said pulling you to the bench and putting a blanket around your shoulders.

You talked with them about everything and nothing and before you knew it, it was already way past midnight.

“Maybe we should go to sleep.” Taekwoon suggested.

“I’m going to be here for a little while longer, the fire calms me down somehow.” you told them.

“I will meet you in the tent then.” Hongbin winked.

As they all went their separate ways you grabbed Hakyeon by his jacket sleeve.

“Could you maybe stay with me?” you begged. He looked at you with warm eyes.

“Of course.” he said, sitting next to you. You decided to share your blanket with him and now both of you were sitting silently by the fire.

“You know, I might come off as a bitch sometimes but I actually really like spending time, like this, with you guys.”

“I know.”

You put your head on his lap.

“I wish moments like these would last forever” you whispered.

Hakyeon looked down at you.

“Me too.” he said stroking your hair. “Especially with you.” he thought to himself.


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A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

High School Band AU: Chapter Two

There you go, fellas! Time to meet the band buddies! I’li be back with some scenarios a little later! See ya ;)


Okay, if anybody ever asked you how you would imagine spending your Saturday afternoon, the last thing you could ever think would be having a sack over your head on this very hot room. Where are you? In a basement?

“Fellow members, we are assembled here today to confer the honor of initiation upon MC. May her voice guide us through a victory without precedents in Daykey High School’s history. May her talent and charisma lead us to a journey of paying gigs, whether in money or in coupons from the donut store.”

“Or in tepid beer.”

“Thank you, fellow member Zen. Let your wishes be granted as well. Now, may the chosen one step forward.”

Oh… is he… is he talking about you? You step on what you think it’s forward.

“Oh, chosen one, let your voice be heard!”

“I… don’t really know what you want me to say.” Your voice is muffled.

“Saeyoung, I think we got it. Just take this out of her face before she asphyxiates.” The only female voice besides yours speaks.

“But… she didn’t even drink the blood!” Saeyoung whines.

Now you know this initiation ritual apparently was Saeyoung’s idea, you’re worried about having to drink actual blood. Who knows? That guy felt a little crazy, finding you behind the curtains like a sniffer dog looking for drugs, and talking about biting you… yeah, you know it was a joke, but… who knows? The guy is weird…

“B-blood?” you take the sack out of your head.

“No! You can’t take it off before Jumin makes your welcoming official.” Saeyoung whines dramatically.

“She’s welcome, just get rid of the sack.”

“Ah, you’re no fun! Here, just drink the blood. Don’t worry, it’s wine. Actually, don’t worry, it’s grape juice. Yoosung couldn’t buy the wine.”

“I told you to send Zen.”

“Yeah, yeah, lesson learned… so hey! Welcome, MC! Are you excited to be joining us?”

“I was excited when you texted me, then you put this sack over my head and basically kidnapped me, and I’m not excited anymore.” You hear some chuckles from Zen and… Jumin? The intimidating brunette just laughed of your little joke?

“Too bad, you should be excited about joining the jewel in the crown of Daykey High School! The amazing band Mystic Messenger!” yeah, you didn’t get used to the name yet…

“It’s pretty cool, indeed. I hope you can forgive Saeyoung’s methods and enjoy where you find yourself right now, MC.” Zen says, it’s the first time he sounds serious and not like trying to desperately say something flirty… it’s pretty comforting.

“Thank you… I… honestly thought you would never want to see my face after the way I behaved. It was childish…”

“Don’t forget foolish.” Jumin adds.

“And kinda of overdramatic.” That coming from the guy who was talking about drinking blood for a initiation ritual a minute ago?

“Yes… it was a bitchy behavior. And I apologize to you all, but mainly to you, Jumin and…” you look around trying to find the other twin, but he isn’t here.

“I’ll forgive you when we win the festival.” Jumin says bluntly. Uhm… he is still pretty mad, isn’t he? So why did he even agree on you joining the band?

“The festival?” you ask curiously.

“Yes, the winter festival for high school bands! It’s so cool!” What’s the blonde’s name again? It was a pretty name… Y-Yoosung, right? Yoosung seems to be the type who gets super excited easily, usually people like this annoy you, but he also seems so sweet, totally the boy next door, and definitely not annoying at all.

“We participated last year and placed second, but things were a little different, we had a different vocalist and a different bass player.” Jaehee explains. Oh yes… V was the bass player and created the band. Which one here plays the bass now? If you had to guess… Jumin?

“And you’re counting on me to win this year?”

“Basically, yes.”

Wow, it hits you like a rock. This group of people is really betting on you to get for them something they let slip away before… they… trust you. And they don’t even know you that well… when was the last time somebody hand you something so important and meaningful? No, actually, did this ever happen before?

“But no need to feel pressured, sweetheart. We still have time to rehearse and get you ready. If you ever feel burdened, come to me, okay?” hum, the Zen’s flirty tone is back again… or maybe he’s just like this and doesn’t even notice some people can really take him seriously… are you taking him seriously?

“Yes, if she’s burdened, the first thing she would need is your constant urge to make a move on freshman girls.” A-ha! Jumin is thinking the same as you, he just puts it on a more intellectual way. By the way… why does he talk so formal? It’s funny…

“Ahem. Anyway, MC, just know we’re not waiting for you to just get up on that stage and slay, you’re talented, but you also need practice, we all do. And we will practice and walk through this together. “ Ah… Jaehee, you thought she was one of those really mean ice lady like girls, but… she’s super nice. What instrument does she play?

“Well, I’m not worried.” Yes, you are. “Progress, not perfection.”

“This sounds like an AA mantra…” Saeyoung teases you.

“Well, Saeyoung, the first step is admitting you have a problem, yours is making nonsense jokes about alcoholism.” He widens his eyes, uh oh… is a comeback coming? Wait for it…

“Yes, you’re right. Alcoholism isn’t funny.” He scratches the back of his head, visibly considering what you said. Uhm… maybe he isn’t as impossible as you thought.

“Alright then. She’s officially in…”

“She’s not, she didn’t drink the blood.” Saeyoung says, going back to what you know him for.

“I don’t give a damn about the blood. Anyways, welcome, MC. We’re glad to have you here, well, not exactly here in Yoosung’s basement, but we’re happy to have a new and promising vocalist.” Jumin says and smiles softly. Oh… he knows how to smile! Would you look at that!

“Thank you. I’ll do my best, I mean it.” Yes, you do.

“Oh, no sarcasm this time? That’s a good start… progress, not perfection, right?” what’s with Jumin and his sudden change to a nice guy? “Okay, late introductions, I’m Jumin Han, the current bass player.” You knew it!

“You already know me, right?” Yes, Zen… we all do… “I’m Hyun, call me Zen, I play the electric guitar, but I can also sing. I hope I get to do all the duets I couldn’t do with you in the musical theater club.” Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Don’t blush! Shit, you’re blushing.

“Yoosung, keyboards.” It suits him… so that means he also plays piano? How cute… you woul like to watch him playing piano one day…

“Saeyoung, your DJ, costume designer, make-up artist, lighting guy and roadie at your service, my lady.” Wow, he surely does a lot! Wait… costume designer? Shit! Your mind doesn’t even want to go to the places where you could think what kind of outfit this guys is thinking for you… lord protect you.

“You’re pretty versatile, that’s cool.” But he’s nice, and he seemed uncomfortable about that alcoholism thing, enough fighting with these people… so you compliment him, giving your most genuine smile, and now he’s the one to blush… cute.

“Yes, the only thing he doesn’t do is actually play an instrument.” Oh, this voice… Saeran comes down the basement’s stairs. He decided to join you, after all. Was he waiting for a good cue to make an entrance? You giggle with this possibility.

“Well, you know what they say, bro, one brother has the musical talent, the other one has the looks, and the brains, and the mojo with the ladies.” Saeyoung grabs your hand and plants a kiss on it. Okay… you weren’t expecting that, that felt more like a Zen’s move.

Saeran scoffs. “Then you’re wasting your mojo, she’s not a lady.” He glares at you and grins. Jerk!

“And you probably don’t have the musical talent.” You answer. Yeah, remember that thing about stop fighting with these people? Forget it, this guy really gets to your nerves!

“Wanna bet? I’ll make you a fan for my drum solos before you even notice.” Okay, so he’s the drummer.

“I’ll be too busy in the spotlight, but it will be fun to watch you try.” He scoffs and grins, did you two just set a challenge?

“Ohohoho, so much tension!This is starting to feel like a real band! I can’t wait for our E! documentary.” You laugh at Saeyoung’s joke. It’s good that he’s trying to light the mood between his brother and you.

“Wait, what about you, Jaehee?” you remember her, she’s been so quiet…

“I… I don’t play anything. I’m the manager.” Oh… interesting, and kinda disappointing, you were rooting for her to be the drummer… she looks so cool and easy-going, so it made sense in your head. But the drummer is the little prick called Saeran… ugh. “So I hope I get to manage you in the best way possible, MC.”

“Thank you. I look forward for it too.” Again, you try to be genuine and not sarcastic, she doesn’t deserve it.

“So everybody is formally introduced. Can we please get out of the basement now?” Jaehee asks, and they all oblige. Forget Jumin, she’s the real leader, she probably didn’t realize that yet…

You get out of Yooung’s basement, he wanted you all to say for dinner, but everybody has to go. Well, you would really like to stay, the food smells good, what are you having for dinner? Maybe your father bought some takeout? Yes, probably… like he does on every Saturdays.

You’re saying goodbye to Yoosung and the twins (just to Saeyoung, you’re basically ignoring Saeran’s presence)

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you home?” Saeyoung asks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, but text me when you get home, okay? It’s dangerous for a girl to be walking around by herself…” he sounds adorably serious.

“I’m sure a thug would be more in trouble if he met her on a dark alley.” Saeran says, without looking at you.

“I see you’re still not getting laid, Saeran. I hope you find some comfort on a dark alley one day.”

No comeback? Okay. The twins aren’t really inspired today, apparently.

“Anyway. Bye guys!” you turn your back on them and start walking. You know this neighborhood, your uncle’s girlfriend lives a few streets near. You can take a bus in the end of the street, or maybe you can just walk. It’s a peaceful neighborhood.

That’s what you were thinking before this guy in a motorcycle made a u turn and stopped in front of you. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was looking at you… SHIT!

Think, can you run? Can you scream for help? Where is your phone? Maybe you can discreetly dial the police number? They wouldn’t get here in time… screaming seems stupid, so… run?

You back away, run! Why aren’t you running, stupid? Is this what being paralyzed in fear looks like? Shit! Your legs feel weak…

“Hop on. We’re going for a ride!” that’s what he probably says as his voice is muffled due to the helmet, also, it sounds creepy enough to his image right now.

“I- I have pepper spray!” Here… somewhere… ugh! You hate to admit your father was right about letting the pepper spray accessible at any situation.

“Pepper spray? Oh, wait… MC, don’t…”

“How do you know my name?” a stalker? How did you even get one?

“MC! It’s me!” he takes his helmet off. Oh… it’s just Zen. And he looks… pretty sexy. Hold on! Weren’t you shitting yourself in fear a minute ago?

“Shit, Zen! You scared the shit out of me!” Stop saying shit!

“Sorry, MC. I didn’t mean to. Come on… I’ll give you a ride to your house.”

“Do you know where I live?” okay, so maybe you do have a stalker.

“Uhm… no? I was hoping you would tell me?” Of course, stupid! Now he thinks you’re a paranoid little crazyhead.

“I… do you have a license?”

“You don’t have to be scared, I’ll go slow if you want to.” He didn’t answer the question… but hey, you got lucky once, will you really risk yourself walking alone again?

“Fine.” You go to him, and he hands you a pink helmet. You’re definitely not the first girl taking a ride, huh? “But you don’t really need to be slow, I… I’m not scared.”

He smiles widely. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Again, this was not what you expected for your Saturday afternoon, it ended up a little better than you could ever imagine.


Chapter One | Chapter Three 

(Bucky x reader) Time

Originally posted by v-writings

Request: “Hey sweetheart, can you do a imagine were the reader is afraid of loving Bucky because she/he is immortal and doesn’t wants to see someone they love die once more?”

A/N: forgive me, I made this really angsty. However, I also got my ass into gear and finished this. I hope you like it! Sorry if there are typos!

Words: 954

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The pitter patter of tiny raindrops hitting your bedroom window would usually be soothing to you, but today you weren’t even thinking about how the rain would always calm your worried mind. The damp rain drops that dripped down the clear glass were similar to the salty wet tears that dripped down your cheeks as you openly sobbed, wrapping yourself in the soft blanket on your bed.

You knew you’d never completely grow up, you knew that you’d never grow old, you knew that you’d have to say goodbye to a lot of people you loved, but never knew that you’d find someone to break down your walls. Someone who would make you want to spend the rest of your life with, even if that wasn’t possible for you.

If it came to a time when it would be just you, you couldn’t possibly think of how you could go on without him. You didn’t want to go on without him.

You kept trying to distance yourself from him in order to stop yourself from hurting, so Bucky wouldn’t hurt. Just like you did with everyone else who you’d had strong feelings for. However, it was becoming worse and worse for you to keep away from him, unlike the others.

It was today when you just broke. You couldn’t take it anymore. Bucky meant everything to you and you were so scared of what would happen when he was gone. You couldn’t hurt anymore, you didn’t want to feel the pain like before.

What was a life with Bucky if you didn’t share it together?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” you heard Bucky’s concerned voice from the other side of the door and you panicked, wiping the tears away from your blotchy cheeks and breathing deeply.  

Bucky opened the door to your room and looked at you, grief covering his face as soon as he saw the state that you were in which made you cry even more. Nothing was as bad as seeing him broken like this. You hated to be the cause of it.

“Y/N…” he stared at you for a moment longer, drawing in your features and realising how heartbreaking it was to see you in pain. All his years of torture in HYDRA couldn’t compare to seeing his angel sad. He always knew why you’d pushed him away even though you’d never told him why. He respected it and understood it. However, he still couldn’t will himself to stay away from you. It was too hard. Especially since you were one of the only people (next to Steve) who could make him happy. Even though it wasn’t exactly the same, he knew what it was like to watch everyone you know leave. However, to watch them fade away right in front of your eyes as you continued on without them for years with no end. He couldn’t even imagine how you felt, the pain you went through. He couldn’t believe how strong you were. It was one of the reasons he cared so much for you. You were his rock in a stormy sea. Someone he could trust to keep him afloat.

He could most likely guess the reason you were upset, but he didn’t want to push it. He didn’t want to make you hurt anymore than you already were.

“Y/N, if you want me to leave I will… I just-” Bucky spoke softly as you continued to walk towards him, feeling bad that you were making him a part of your problems. This was your problem, and he had to suffer because of it.

“No I-It’s fine. I’m…I’m sorry” you struggled to get the words out as you felt guilty for hurting him. Bucky continued to stare at you. He was afraid for you, and felt selfish to want to be with you when you were the one who was going to suffer as the years went on.

He couldn’t help it though. He was so in love with you.

“Y/N, I understand what you’re doing and why you’re doing it, but I can’t stay away from you. I care about you too much” he said, walking towards you slowly and putting your hand on his. You sighed, tears still falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t watch his life go by and him growing old whilst you never aged.

“So do I…” you responded, Bucky smiled for a moment before he noticed that you were crying again. Bucky moved forward and held you tightly, stroking your hair. You rested your face against his chest and sobbed violently into his jumper, taking in his scent and wishing you could stay with him for the rest of your life.

“I’m sorry” you said in between sobs and Bucky shushed you, continuing to run his hands through your hair.

“It’s not your fault, Doll. Please don’t cry, you’re one of the only things that keeps me going anymore. That’s why I need you. You’re too important to me. If you left I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said, his voice breaking.

“I know how you feel…” you replied, continuing to sob. Bucky’s heart broke and he pulled his head away from you so he could face you. You started at him and took in his beautiful blue eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to imagine a world without them.

“I can’t lose you” you said. Bucky placed his real hand on your cheek and stared protectively at you.

“You’ll never lose me, I’ll always stay with you. Even if you can’t see me, I’ll be with you” He said as he rested his forehead on yours, never wanting let you go.

Someone Buy Me Roses

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do an imagine where the reader works at a florist and is really shy and sweet and desolation row gerard has THE BIGGEST CRUSH on them? xx”

A/N: I’m just gonna tag @chemicalimagines because there have been too many mentions of both Desolation Row and florist AUs on her blog for this to not be her fault. 

You were standing behind the counter, debating whether to start straightening the calla lilies on display, when the bell rang, drawing attention the strange, black-haired man who had just walked into the flower shop.

He was wearing a leather jacket, and he had a bandage just above on eye. You wondered what he was doing here. He looked like the type of guy who was more likely to buy Black Flag tickets for his girlfriend than a bouquet. Assuming he had one. But, why wouldn’t he? He was gorgeous, in a bad-boy sort of way.

He looked nervous. You knew you should probably ask him if he needed any help, but you were too shy. Maybe I’m a bad fit for the customer service industry, you thought with a frown. I opened this shop because I’ve always loved growing plants, but if I can’t talk to people who come into the store, I’ll never sell anything.

Then, suddenly, you heard sirens in the distance. It sounded like they were getting closer by the minute. The man jumped.

“Hey!” he said, running up to the counter, taking you aback. “Listen! If you let me hide in the backroom, I’ll buy every damn rose in this place, alright?!”

“Wha…..” you gaped, unsure what to say. Why did the man want to hide here? You realized that the police must be after him, and he was trying not to get caught.

“Please,” the stranger pleaded. “I’m serious. I have the money, I’ll do it. Just help me!”

If he did have money for all of your roses, you wondered where he had gotten it from. For all you knew, he could’ve robbed a bank.

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BTS: Reaction to their child kicking for them when they return from promotions (Maknae Line)

Here is part two of BTS reacting to their child kicking for them featuring maknae line. I hope you enjoy :)


Hyung line version (x)



~Jimin~

Your foot wouldn’t stop tapping and your fingers trembled as you waited for Jimin’s flight to land. Earlier today he told you that he was supposed to land at ten and now four hours later, you were a nervous wreck as you waited for the announcement that his plane had landed. As if the lady was there to answer your prayers, the rough sound of the intercom came and announced for flight forty-seven. Eyes searching for the face of the boy you had been missing for months, you nearly screamed when you saw his body emerge from the gates. “Jimin,” you yelled in his direction as you waved your arm. His eyes grew wide and a smile swept over his face as he walked to you. Both of you hugged each other tightly, each just as happy to see the other. “I missed you,” he said into your shoulder. “I did too,” you said to him, equally as muffled. Staying like that for a moment, you two finally split, although you both wanted to go on forever. While you were each catching up with one another, you felt a tiny thump in your belly. “Ouch,” you said softly as you grabbed onto your stomach, interrupting Jimin’s story about Hong Kong. “Is something wrong?” “I think he kicked.” The silence between you two was filled with expectant hesitation as you both waited for another kick, unsure of what to do. Sure enough, the baby kicked again and the surprise was evident in both your faces. “He’s never done that… I guess he’s excited to have you back.” “And I’m just as excited to be back,” he said as he rubbed your stomach lightly, kissing your temple gently. 


Originally posted by yoonmin


~Taehyung~

“Do you want more food?” “You’ve asked me that three times in the past ten minutes. I’m fine, I ate before the flight. It was delicious, but I can only eat so much,” Taehyung said as he rubbed your head softly. “I’m just making sure what happened last time doesn’t happen again. You were so hungry all because you decided that playing rock, paper, scissors with Hoseok over who got the window seat was more important than eating.” Rolling your eyes, you rose to clear the table and placed all the dishes into the sink. “Let me help you.” Quickly getting up out of his seat, Taehyung joined you by the sink, rolling up his shirt sleeves. “It’s okay, you’re probably tired. You should go lie down,” you said as you shooed him away. Without ever leaving your side, he simply turned on the water and began scrubbing away. You knew trying to get him to relax was impossible, so you huffed and helped him out. “Can you pass me the towel over there,” you asked him. As you waited for him to hand the towel to you, you felt a slight pain on the right side of your stomach. Groaning, you doubled over, grabbing the counter top for support. “Are you okay? What’s wrong,” Taehyung asked, nothing but concern in his voice. “Nothing, my stomach was just hurting for a second. I’m okay now, I think. That was weird.” Assuming that was your cue to sit down and rest, you began walking to the sofa, but on the way there, you felt the pain again. Grabbing your stomach, you felt a slight thump on the left side of it. “Tae! Tae, I think she’s kicking!” Running to meet you, he looked at you, waiting for confirmation. “Here, feel it.” Placing Taehyung’s hand on your belly, you both wait for her to kick again. Once Taehyung felt the thump, he couldn’t stop the smile from creeping on his face. “I can’t believe this, oh my god. She’s kicking. Has she ever done it before?” “No, this is her first time. Maybe she’s happy your home,” you say. “If me being home makes her that happy, I’ll never leave,” he said as he hugged you.


Originally posted by jeonthegreat


~Jungkook~

You had been anticipating Jungkook’s return for what seemed like forever. Months and months of “a few more months and I’ll be home” made you miss him even more. Consequently, you wanted to make his return as great as possible. Earlier, you went out and bought decorations. Streamers, confetti, a cake, the whole nine yards. “He’s at the door,” you mouthed to Hoseok, who was crouched behind the couch. You had invited him over A) to bring the cake and B) to help you decorate. He told you he wasn’t buying a cake and not eating at least one piece, so you and him hung out while you waited for Jungkook. Unlocking the door and placing his bag on the couch (which unintentionally hit Hoseok in the face), he flicked on the lights and was more than surprised by you and Hoseok popping out. “Welcome home,” you both yelled as Jungkook tried to calm down. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to give me a heart attack as a present,” he said as he walked over and hugged you both. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, look! I bought cake. I’ll cut it,” Hoseok said as he rushed over to the kitchen and pulled out a knife and plates for everyone. As you all ate your cake, you asked Jungkook how his trip was. “It was so much fun, I wish you could’ve been there, seriously.” While Jungkook talked more about his trip, you felt a pound in your belly. It happened fast and wasn’t very painful, but you’d never felt it before, which caused you to gasp and drop your fork onto the floor. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, I just felt something in my stomach,” you said. “You have a fetus in your stomach, I’m pretty sure you should feel something,” Hoseok said while stuffing his mouth with another piece of cake. Glaring at him, you returned your attention to your stomach, placing your hand on it cautiously. Upon Jungkook making sure you were okay again, you felt another pound. “Wait, talk again.” Jungkook opened his mouth to question why he needed to talk again, but the look in your eyes told him to just do it. “What should I say,” he said. Moments after Jungkook spoke, you felt it again. “He’s kicking for you.” “What?” By now, Hoseok was watching the interaction as well, curiosity taking over him. “He’s kicking. He only kicks when you talk.” “S-Should I stop talking? Does it hurt?” Shaking your head, you waited for the kick and just as expected, it happened again. “Wow, that’s cool,” he said as he put his hand on your belly, waiting to feel it himself. “I suppose I’ll have another boy running around in Iron Man boxers soon.” “Hey, we said we’d never speak of that,” Jungkook softly yelled as Hoseok broke out into laughter.


Originally posted by jeonbase


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the season

Originally posted by myshittywriting

◇ Heat season is just around the corner.

◇ Chanyeol x reader

◇ wolf!au

•••

Chanyeol is growling at another wolf by the time you’ve arrived - the werewolf shrinks, eyes narrowed in a fiery glare that doesn’t even touch your mate, and then he’s turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. The growling, low and deep in Chanyeol’s throat, slowly comes to a stop as the wolf disappears from his sight, but the angered expression on his face doesn’t let up.

“Hey,” you frown as you approach him, welcoming the protective arm that loops over your shoulder easily, “What’s wrong?”

He says nothing ar first, gritting his teeth and shaking his head as he makes eye contact with yet another werewolf who let his eyes stray a little too long on your form, leading you with a contrasting gentleness to the upper area of the club, where the rest of his brothers were mingling happily.

But he sighs in the end as he takes a glance at you, a hand on your waist as you finally reach the rest of his brothers and their mates. “Heat season is beginning.”

You almost blush at the word - vivid flashbacks of last year’s heat flash through your head, your voice catching in your throat flusteredly. You see Chanyeol try to hide a devilish smirk at your reaction, and you’re quick to scoff as he sits, pulling you onto his lap seconds after.

“S-so what? It’s just heat,” you roll your eyes, desperately willing the hotness on your cheeks to fade away. Chanyeol seems to bristle at your comment, shaking his head.

“Heat isn’t just heat, princess,” he murmurs, “You’ve never seen me go through heat before I found you - unmated werewolves going through heat will do anything to release the pressure inside of them - which is why-” He raises his voice as a small group of werewolves stroll passed, eyes rolling sleazily over you- “I will pull the tongue out of any werewolf that is unmated and comes near you.”

“Alright, alright, we hear you!” One yells back as they leave, bodies weighed down in annoyance - you place a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down as his teeth bare, the low grumbling beginning in his throat again.

“Calm down, my love,” you coo, placing a kiss on his cheek that seems to have an instant reaction with him; you feel his body relax under your touch, a heavy sigh escaping him as he tightens his embrace around you.

•••

The night progresses on with only minor interruptions; you stay seated on Chanyeol’s lap the whole time, a tight grip around your waist and little kisses pressed to your neck every few moments that make you giggle. He likes being affectionate - he likes showing people that you’re his mate, his girl and the one he practically lived for.

It’s only after Tao’s mate suggests that you both get drinks at the bar downstairs that the night becomes rocky. The bar could be easily seen from the balcony of the second floor, and although the crowd was absolutely thriving, you would be fine going down to the bar by yourself. And although Chanyeol was reluctant at first (“This place is teeming with unmated wolves, baby-”), he trusted you more than enough to go down to the bar to get yourself a drink.

You made light conversation with Tao’s mate as you pushed through the crowds, down the metal stairs and over the shiny floor, until you reached the bar that was surprisingly empty for a Saturday night - though you guessed most people were trying to sleep around with the impending heat.

“Scotch on the rocks,” you shout over the music to the bartender, who nods and gets to making your drink - Tao’s mate orders, too, and then she turns to you, quickly making conversation on a topic that seemed to be coming up that night.

“You ready for heat?” She asks cheekily, raising her eyebrows up and down in a fashion that has you laughing. She rolls her eyes at your reaction, pushing you gently as she begins to tell you about her experiences with heat, thankfully not getting to strenuous with the detail but making you laugh nonetheless.

“Heat is the same every year,” you state casually as you swirl your drink in its glass, though your mind is anything but casual - heat with Chanyeol was always very… intense, not to mention the fact that passed the sexual desire, he was always whining that he wanted pups, pouting his lips and hoping that you’d give in. “Everyone has the same experiences, right-?”

“Maybe not this year,” a voice is cutting passed yours before you can register it - deep and slurring and unwanted, directly behind you. Your head turns to look at the wolf behind you, annoyance coursing through your veins as you see how absolutely hammered he looks. “We can do somethin’ different if you want, baby.”

Your nose wrinkles in disgust. Only Chanyeol was allowed to call you baby, and even just hearing the pet name exit someone else’s lips and intended for you makes you shiver. “Thanks, but no thanks,” you huff, turning your head away from him and towards Tao’s mate, who’s looking at him in utter disgust - did he not sense Chanyeol’s scent all over you?

“Don’t be like that,” his voice is ringing through the air again, but this time, he decides to take it a step further - a clammy hand grasps at your shoulder, pulling roughly to get you to turn. “Come on, baby…”

“Let go of me!” You exclaim, slapping his hands away - he’s persistent, though, and Tao’s mate stands up to intervene-

A loud growl accompanies the large hand that grasps the man by the shoulder, flinging him forward and passed you, stumbling into the bar table painfully. There, standing in all his protective glory, was your mate - his eyes glared with bright yellow and his teeth were bared, and it only seemed to get more intense as he strode towards the man, grasping him easily with one hand and pinning him against the bar table.

“Listen closely,” Chanyeol seethes, “I’m gonna let you go, you hear me? And the only reason I’m letting you go instead of ripping you in two is because of my mate - that woman you just tried to assault. Now, if someone ever tells me about having problems with you again, you can guarantee that I’m gonna find you, and I’m going to kill you.” The man nods frantically, almlst in tears as Chanyeol releases his grasp on him - he goes running into the crowds, almost tripping over his own feet. Chanyeol clenches his jaw, watching as he lets the man who hurt his mate run away - but he couldn’t lose control. He knew that you hated when that happens, and so with you in mind, he returns to where you are.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks quietly, holding your chin gently and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You smile weakly, emotionally tired from the earlier events. Chanyeol sighs, quickly checking you for any bruises or scrapes, before he’s pulling you close, pressing kisses to your hair.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, accepting the lingering kiss placed to your hair. You meet his eyes - they’re no longer bright yellow, but instead have been replaced with his original chocolate brown colour, and his canines have shrunk. “I just - can we go home? I’m a bit out of it, now…”

Chanyeol nods, intertwining your hands together and gently brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Let’s go home, princess.”

Let's Make A Character:  (script for two)
  • Me: Alright, let's start designing this character already.
  • Snowflake: Make it a *strong female character*
  • Me: Okay... Strong Female Character.
  • Snowflake: Who is gay.
  • Me: ...Excuse me, what?
  • Snowflake: We need more gay characters - simple as that.
  • Me: Sure. Fine. She's gay. (Though that doesn't really matter, in terms of gameplay)
  • Snowflake: They'd rather prefer 'They-them' pronouns. Don't assume their gender.
  • Me: What? Sorry? We're making a female character, remember?
  • Snowflake: Uhh... Hello? They can identify as female, but not completely. They are demi.
  • Me: Fine. What should 'their' name be?
  • Snowflake: I don't know.
  • Me: Let's go with Alexandra-
  • Snowflake: Excuse me, but that is a cisnormative name and will not be acceptable. Their name should be gender-neutral to keep with the times. It's 2016, after all.
  • Me: Jeez, okay. Their name is Alex.
  • Snowflake: Why are you drawing her that way!?
  • Me: ...Sorry?
  • Snowflake: OMG that sketch only reflects the male power fantasies that dominates the gaming community! It's that mentality that labels you as an ignorant bigot!
  • Me: Okay, okay, what did I do wrong!?
  • Snowflake: Her body is hyper-sexualized, you are oppressing women by drawing such a sexist piece. You are not accepting of other body types other than the D-cups, tiny waists and long legs!
  • Me: Oh... Right. I guess I can make her proportions a bit more accurate -
  • Snowflake: Respect their pronouns, you cis scum!
  • Me: Fine, fine, fine - It's fixed. Calm down.
  • Snowflake: ALL YOU DID WAS MAKE HER SKINNIER.
  • Me: W-Well, it would be more accurate if her hip size corresponds to her already slim body. I also shrunk her breasts so they would look less... well, fanciful.
  • Snowflake: We have too many characters that are skinny like her! And why are they white? Where are the stretch marks? Their freckles? We need IMPERFECTIONS to show how COMPLEX this character needs to be!
  • Me: They aren't white, it's just that I haven't colored them in yet... And so what if she's white? Race doesn't make a character more supreme than the other. In games, it's more about class stats than anything to do with race-
  • Snowflake: If they are white, then they are oppressors to any other person or player that isn't white. To be white, is to be racist. And sure, you say it might be alright in a game - however, think of how it affects people of color playing as the white man! They need a character that represents. This is going to be that character.
  • Me: Well, for the record it's my character. I think I can have the freedom to create her in any way that I want.
  • Snowflake: You just objectified them!
  • Me: How can I objectify something or someone that I haven't fully created yet!?
  • Snowflake: Never mind. Does she have any other complexities?
  • Me: What do you mean?
  • Snowflake: I mean, you need to be tolerant of other behaviors, disorders, and dysfunctions of the mind! Hello? Were you living under a conservative rock? There are too many 'normies' in gaming.
  • Me: Oh... So you want me to make her depressed or something?
  • Snowflake: Not 'depressed or something', saying it like that is immensely offensive and damaging. Especially to those who do suffer from depression.
  • Me: I can give her something mild, I guess.
  • Snowflake: Looking at our character so far, she'd have to be bipolar, autistic, an insomniac and have a small case of ADHD. She will also have alters, for her MPD syndrome.
  • Me: ... You are actually joking, right?
  • Snowflake: Excuse me - mental disorders are not a joke! I was self diagnosed with depression, an array of anxiety disorders. Life is hard for people like me.
  • Me: Yeah. Good to know. But giving her all of those problems may result in her character performance being-
  • Snowflake: Hey. Depression is not a 'problem'. You are really getting on my nerves...
  • Me: ...More like *TRIGGERING* your nerves, am I right?
  • Snowflake: You ableist, ageist, classist, racist, sexist, cissexist, size sexist----
  • Me: Oh wow, you're still going.
  • Snowflake: --- CIS WHITE MALE SCUM.
School Of Rock / R. M. Pt. 1

I walked down the sidewalk, tugging at my tan suede skirt, and readjusting my The Who tee. I chuckle at the fact that only a few of my teachers recognized the classic band tee. It was frustrating only liking bands that your dad had seen in concert, when he was your age. You were walking to the bus, when a sleek gray car drove up next to you.
“Hey y/n, need a ride?” You turned around to see the Reggie Mantle grinning at you. You were friends, and you had to admit, you had a bit of a crush on him. He was one of the nicer jocks. He had Chuck and Moose in the backseat of his car.
“Nah, my chariot awaits” I laughed, gesturing to the bus.
“Ok, but let me drive you to school one of these days. Snapchat your address” He chuckled.
You pulled on the straps of your bag, and walked off towards the bus, waving behind you. You were about to step onto the overcrowded bus, when the car pulled up again.
“ You sure y/n”, said Reggie once again. You sighed and said “Just take me to school tomorrow Reggie. I’ll Snapchat you my address when I get home.”
You got on the bus, and slid into your seat in the middle of the yellow chariot. You looked out the window and saw Reggie high firing Chuck and Moose.
You laughed. Boys are weird. You get home, drop your bag on the floor, and go to make a snack. You got out some apple slices, and sat down with your phone to Snapchat Reggie. You sent him a picture of your apples and cat and it your address as the caption. Then you sent him a selfie, saying 7:30, sharp. He sent you back a selfie saying 👌 can’t wait 😊. Was it just you or was reggie mantle flirting with you? You turned off your phone and finished your apples. The next morning, you got up, and put on a light blue tank, black overalls, a black choker, and black converse. You put on some round glasses, and let your hair down in its natural waves. You packed your bag, and ate some scrambled eggs you made for breakfast. You grabbed a book of poems, and put in your earbuds, and went outside to wait for Reggie. 10 minutes later, he pulled up to your driveway. With his big smile, and his gelled hair, he looked like every love interest in every teen movie ever. “Hey y/n, you ready for the ride of your life.” You chuckled and said “Reggie, I’m not sure I’ll be alive after this is if you drive like you usually do”. I opened the back car door, putting my bag there, and then got in the front. We drove in silence for about 2 minutes, when reggie turned to me and said “Do you wanna listen to some music. I can set up the Bluetooth.“he grinned. I laughed and said "You wont know any of the music I like, but okay.” I put on my phone, and started playing Heat Of The Moment by Asia. I sang along “I never meant to be so bad to you”, not even caring that my voice wasn’t the best. Reggie looked over at me strangely, and I laughed, punching him in the arm. “Look, its great music, you just have to get used to it,” I laughed. 10 minutes later, you’d listened to No Sugar Tonight by the guess who, and R U Mine by the Arctic Monkeys(realize its not really classic rock, but it was the first song I thought of). We got to school, and I almost immediately jumped up, out of Reggie’s car, yelling and grabbing my bag “Thanks for the ride Reg.” He yelled after me “Want me to drive you home tonight after my football practice?” I turned around and nodded, leaving behind a melancholy Reggie, sad to see me leave, but happy to be able to drive me home tonight, and spend more time with me. God, he thought you were perfect. (Pt. 2 coming later this week hopefully, and gif is supposed to be him snap chatting you)

Originally posted by knightons

I Like You ⟪Part I⟫ » Jack Maynard

Request: Hi! Can you do an imagine where Y/N’s parents die and she has to take care of her little siblings (one girl of 1 year and a little boy of 3 years old) and she is friends with they Maynard’s and Jack has feelings for her, and so does she, and the boys make cute videos with the kids ½


The phone in your hand dropped and shattered as it collided with the ground. You were numb, shock overwhelmed you like a wave and the noise around soon became blurred. You had just received the news that your parents had died in a car accident and you could not believe it.

You were pulled back into reality by the sound of your best friend, Jack Maynard calling your name. He steadied you with his hand as you shook a little from the news.

“Y/N?” He called. You craned yourself up to look at him, as he was a couple of inches taller than you and felt the tears roll down your cheeks. He pulled you into a tight hug and stroked your hair to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

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anonymous asked:

Ok but Monaca coming down from space and ending up in the middle of the ocean where the 77th class comes across her and Komaeda being like "oh hey it's the kid I kind of raised" and everyone being like "who let you raise a child!?"

A/N Since Monaka wasn’t part of the high school WoH in HPA (because let’s face it she wouldn’t want to be in school in the first place) here’s a little something for her

Parental Guidance - Komaeda reunites with Monaka

In the vast expanse of the ocean, their ship just had to come across a van-slash-rocket. Naturally they blamed Komaeda for such an unusual turn of events but little did they know just how much involved he was in this.

“You guys. Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Souda asked in disbelief.

“Isn’t this exciting? It has the feeling of adventure written all over it!” Sonia exclaimed.

“More like suspicious.” Saionji snickered.

“So? What are we going to do about it?” Mitarai asked warily.

“Well we can’t just leave it alone.” Twogami readily answered. “What if someone’s in that?”

“T-That’s horrible! We should h-help them out if we can!” Mikan stammered.

“Very well then it would seem that you require the blessing of the aquatic lords.” Gundam stepped forward, his scarf billowing in the breeze. “However, I may need someone’s assistance to pry the vehicle open.”

“I’m game for a quick swim!” Nidai volunteered and already began warming up. “Akane, be on standby in case whatever’s inside is hostile.”

“Roger!” Owari nodded. “I sure hope there’s food in there!”

“I wouldn’t put my hopes into food…” Hinata said to himself. He already knew what or rather, who was in there but he thought it was best to let them see for themselves.

The last thing they expected to find inside the van was a listless girl. She didn’t even seem fazed at all when they had forcefully opened the door. She just stared at them for one second, quickly finished her typing, and then shut her laptop to join the rescue team. Once she was on board on their ship, she opened her laptop again and typed with one hand while the other held on to barbeque. She just acted as if nothing unsual just happened.

While everyone else was baffled by her behavior, Komaeda quickly greeted the familiar face. “Oh, hello there, Monaka. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Mm…” She chewed and then swallowed. She spoke but she didn’t even bother to look at him properly as her eyes were glued to her screen. “Skip dialogue. Don’t make this any more awkward than it already is.”

“As cheerful as always I see.” He just laughed her comment off.

“Excuse me, it would seem that you two are acquainted. Would you mind elaborating on this?” Pekoyama politely interjected.

“Hm, well I guess we are.” He placed his hand on his chin as if in thought but in the end he just brightly smiled at them and admitted, “After all, I was the one who raised her.”

“YOU WHAT??!”

The whole class roared in shock and they could’ve sworn that the ship rocked just the slightest bit from their uproar.

“Who the fuck let Komaeda raise a kid??” Kuzuryuu angrily yelled.

“My it would seem that Komaeda’s already gone ahead and become an adult way before us!” Teruteru remarked excitedly.

“Ibuki had no idea that Koma-kun’s spirit of adventure was that high!” Ibuki screeched.

“Getting involved with Komaeda can’t be good. She’s probably turned into a hope-maniac like him.” Saionji commented snidely.

“Hey, guys. I know we’re all surprised and all but could you not react so violently? She might get freaked out.” Koizumi tried to calm down her panicked group of friends.

“She raises a good point. We haven’t even asked her status yet.” Twogami said as he then approached Monaka. “Are you okay?”

She glanced at him blankly and continued blogging as he mumbled, “Yeah, just peachy.”

A collective sigh of relief resounded.

“Oh, thank god. She’s normal!” Souda cheered.

“Yeah, for a moment there we were kind of expecting you to burst into a hope speech or something. But I guess we were worried over nothing.” Koizumi chuckled.

“Oh, he does that to you too? Must suck to be his friends 24/7.” Monaka commented snarkily. “That stuff is way too annoying for me to handle. I’m way over that hope stuff. Bleck!”

“Meh, she could be worse. Much worse.” Kuzuryuu shrugged. “She’s more  normal than I thought.”

“Perhaps we were just overreacting.” Pekoyama seconded.

“Agreed. Who knew that Komaeda could be entrusted with the welfare of a child?” Sonia remarked.

“Hey, you’re not so bad at kids after all!” Akane slapped him on the shoulder.

“Aww, you guys really think so? I feel like I don’t deserve even half the praise you’re giving me!” Komaeda chuckled, still not used to being treated so kindly. “But seriously, you’re giving me too much credit. I’m just a failure of a parent. After all, I did try to raise her to be the second Junko Enoshima and look how that turned out.”

A moment of silence.

“YOU WHAAAAAAT??!!!”

Monaka just waved her hand at them as she commented, “Trust me, you don’t even want to hear the story. It’s not as exciting as it sounds.”

Little did they know just how much Komaeda’s influence on Monaka was but the next question was, did they even want to know?

Sakura Drunk Texts

Requested by anon!

Who would Sakura text whilst drunk, and what would she say??

1. To Sasuke

“ur a real jerk you know that???”

2. To Sasuke

“honestly you screwed up so much and for WHAT?? one less arm in ur life”

3. To Sasuke

“and now we’re married and you STILL aren’t here as much as yyou shuld be.”

4. To Sasuke

“I’m gonna tell saladaa that u named her after a leaf.”

5. To Karin

“haaaaaaahahahahaha i won bitch.”

6. To Naruto

“sorryy for all the times i punched u. i meant it out of friendship.”

7. To Naruto

“but now ur hokage i’m kinda glad. i dunno why but i guess it suits you.”

8. To Naruto

“can you tell kuramma to stop terrorizing my chickens tho.”

9. To Naruto

“what do you mean i don’t have chickens???”

10. To Ino

“Even tho we argued a lot I still thought of u as my really good friend”

11. To Ino

“maybe even best friend.”

12. To Ino

“I love you Uno.”

13. To Rock Lee

“…..I’m sorry.”

14. To Rock Lee

“I’m sorry i didn’t realize how cool u were backk then.”

15. To Rock Lee

“seriously tho who did u have a kid with i have this bet going with Temari.”

16. To Sasori

“BOOIII I WREKED U SCRUB HOW’D U LIKE BEING BEATEN BY A GIRL.”

17. To Sasori

“oh wait u can’t answer right just ignore that last text then.”

18 To Kakashi

“u were the best teacher EVERRRR”

19. To Kakashi

“what no i;m not drunk why’d you ask???”

20. To Sai

“I have a confession to make.”

21. To Sai

“what?? no it’s not a love confession u idiot.”

22. To Sai

“I…..hav always liked ur artwork can i buy some to put on my wall.”

23. To Sai

“i;m glad thiss is the best day of ur lif but that doesnt answer nmy question.”

24. To Sai

“NO I don’t want a nude painting of urself but thanks for the sugggestion.”