It’s important to note that this is the first non-canon side comic I’ve started- this isn’t actually part of the canon story. It’s more of a fun ‘what if’ scenario to explore. Even though he probably actually never would, what if Fresh decided to possess Fatal_Error? What would happen next?
I have several ideas for comics like these, but I can’t start some until certain parts of the canon story have happened, or else they won’t make any sense, or might spoil something in the main comic before we get to it. The same can be said for the canon side comics too - it’s all about timing. So comics like these might pop up from time to time, and update as we go along.
Not sure why I’ve never noticed this before. It’s almost one of those things where I’m hoping it’s a continuity or script error that’s contradicted in another episode.
But in Episode 4, when Yuuri calls Celestino, he comments that he hasn’t seen Yuuri since the Sochi Grand Prix Final.
Which implies Celestino wasn’t there with Yuuri at the Japanese Championship (aka Nationals).
So that means Yuuri was so embarrassed after his GPF performance (and probably after getting drunk at the banquet) that he immediately walked away from Celestino. That didn’t happen after Nationals like I thought it did.
Yuuri faced Nationals by himself.
This sweet, beautiful, dumb baby child.
I love him with all my heart, but he really did need to learn that he had love all around him the entire time. He just kept hiding from it.
Of course, nobody is perfect and mistakes are bound to happen. However, some errors seem to crop up very commonly when looking at or listening to sentences formed by non-native speakers. Let’s check out some of the most common errors!
Going to start heavy with something that even native speakers commonly get wrong. Depending on what follows the root 되, sometimes it remains as 되 and other times it changes to 돼. It’s pronounced the same either way, so spelling errors with this are super common. However, knowing which spelling to use is actually super easy. If the root 되 is followed by a consonant, it doesn’t change. If it is followed by a conjugation starting with 어, it becomes 돼. Let’s look at some examples:
되다 + -겠 (consonant-starting) +어요(or other form of your choosing) = 되겠어요
되다 + -ㅂ니다(consonant-starting) = 됩니다
되다 + -아/어요 = 돼요
되다 + -았/었어요 = 됐어요
NOTE: You might sometimes see 되다 conjugated as 되어요, 되었어요, etc. This is very much a written form, and you won’t hear conjugated 되다 spoken in this manner.
-에요? -이에요? -예요? Conjugating 이다
This is another common error, even among native speakers. Misspelling or misusing the conjugations of this verb is very easy to do because they ultimately sound pretty much the same when spoken. Let’s take a look at them.
-에요: This is not a valid conjugation of 이다. It’s just wrong.
-이에요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached—please, no spaces between the noun and 이다, ever!—ends with a consonant. For example:
가방 + 이다 +아/어요 = 가방이에요
집 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 집이에요
-예요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached ends with a vowel. For example:
학교 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 학교예요
문제 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 문제예요
While we’re at it, let’s look at 이다’s past tense -요 conjugations too:
consonant-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -이었어요
vowel-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -였어요
있다가 vs 이따가
They’re pronounced the same, but they’re nothing alike in meaning! 있다가 is the verb 있다 with the connector -다가 on it. I don’t want to get too much into -다가 right now (I’ll do another grammar post on that later!), but for now we can say that 있다가 indicates that something existed or was in a certain state when something else happened at the same time. On the other hand, 이따가 is an adverb which means “later.” Simple, right? This leads into the next common mistake, which is…
이따(가) vs 나중(에)
One of my friends used to get so irate at me when I used these incorrectly! Thanks to him, I’ll never misuse them again >.> Both of these words can be translated as “later,” but the time periods they cover differ.
이따(가) is a near “later,” like within the same day. So, suppose you’re on the phone with your friend in the morning making plans to meet in the afternoon. You can finish up your conversation by saying, “이따 봐!” Or maybe you’re promising you’re mother that you’ll finish up some housework after you meet your friend. You can tell her, “좀 이따 해 줄게요.”
나중(에) is a later “later.” You met up with your friend, and when it came time to pay for your lunch, they realized that they forgot their wallet at home. They offer to run back to their house to get their wallet and pay you back immediately, but you simply say, “나중에 줘도 괜찮아. (It’s fine if you give it to me later.)” This means your friend can give it back to you more or less at their convenience, even if it takes a few days.
덥다? 뜨겁다? 춥다? 차갑다?
덥다 and 뜨겁다 both mean “hot,” and 춥다 and 차갑다 both mean “cold.” However, that does not mean they’re interchangeable! It’s common to see Korean learners accidentally use the wrong “hot” or “cold” in the wrong situation. So, how do we use them correctly?
덥다 and 춥다 are both used when talking about the temperature around you or the weather. For example, a room with the heating turned up too high or Seoul in August would be 덥다, while a snowy winter day would be 춥다.
뜨겁다 and 차갑다 are both used when talking about the temperature of things that are… pretty much not the air around you. For the soup you burnt your tongue on, you can use 뜨겁다. For the ice cube that your immature friend dropped down the back of your shirt, you can use 차갑다.
These are the main mistakes that I see people make (and that some of my friends have told me that they notice, as well). Hopefully you learned something new reading this post! If you’ve noticed that any of these is something you struggle with, work hard to fix it to keep building a strong foundation for your Korean studies.
On Monday, Colgate University ordered a lockdown after reports of an “active shooter” on campus, theRootreported. The “active shooter,” however, was a black student using a glue gun for a class project.
The lockdown began when a student at the upstate New York college called campus safety to report seeing a black man holding what looked like a gun. Soon after, students at the Coop — a student center — were told to leave the building due to a “dangerous situation.”
After about a four-hour lockdown, university officials released a statement to the Colgate community that campus safety confirmed the “active shooter” suspect was, in fact, a student using a glue gun.
Error felt at ease with the soft sound of inks voice filling his ears(?) in a calming matter. Error was laying on his back with his head in inks lap slowly getting rocked back and forward while ink was sing a familiar tune which seemed to put all errors nerves into a relaxed mode as he just laid there with his eyes closed listening to the voice he loved most.
You make me happy when skies are gray
error wanted to smile at the cheesy song ink was singing maybe tease him about it a little. But when he tried to open his mouth words didn’t come out, only a little whimper got escape his teeth. Error frowned. why couldn’t he speak? and why did he throat hurt? Error thought to himself as he started noticing the burning feeling at the bottom of his neck which was slowly making its way up to his mouth.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Error tried to move so he could get up and maybe get a drink but he could only move his fingers and maybe lift his arms a little. He felt heavy so heavy what’s going on? Ink why can’t I move? He tried again so speak, to move, anything but all he could do was open his eyes a little and see inks blurry from above him.
Please don’t take my sunshine aw-ay
his voice broke on the last word, followed by a soft sob which were slowly growing louder and louder. Was ink … crying? Error started panicking a little now, ink almost never cried. Ink starts mumbling soft words in between his sobs, error could only make out few of the words. “I’m … sorry ……… error ….. hang ……. say…….don’t die” die? Was somebody dying? Is that why in was crying? Oke stupid question that was probably what was going on, but who how could be the person ink would cry over like this? … unless
The it hit error, memories came flooding back into his mind. The argument between them, ink going after error, hiding in another au not wanting to confront ink, the angry people wanting error away, the mean words, not being able to escape, the hit.
Error was dying.
No, he can’t. he doesn’t want to die, not jet. Fear took over errors senses, fear of leaving this world alone, fear of leaving ink alone. He doesn’t want to go now he finally has something to hold dear.
He tried to move again, to reach up or get a hold on something, anything. but he only became painfully aware of how numb his body really was, like every body part was asleep and never walking up again with a thick heavy blanket over himself that he couldn’t push of. And it was slowly getting worse, starting by his toots making its way up bit by bit.
Ink must have noticed how error was struggling, because he gently lifted his head out of his lap careful not to jolts him and moved him a bit higher up to his face, this way error could see ink clearly even though at that moment he wish he couldn’t.
Inks face did bring a sense of clam over error but a wave of sadness as well. Ink had his eyes almost closed, tears constantly seeping out from the little space they could and slowly making their way down his cheeks dripping into his scarf and sometimes on error.
With his the little energy he had error tried to speak again, maybe now he was closer to ink he could actually hear him. So he opened his mouth and spoke in a breathy barely audibly voice.
Inks eyes snapped open looking down to error with big eyes as if he couldn’t believe he was still alive much less speaking to him.
“error you’re awake”
Ink spoke in a voice that didn’t really fit him. A sad one like there was no hope anymore, error didn’t like this voice on him.
“why do you sound so sad?”
Error tried his best to speak clearly but it just tired him out faster, he needed to be more careful picking his words.
“b-because” ink paused a for a minute looking for the right words to say. “because I don’t know what to do error” another sob followed by some fresh tears going down his cheeks.
“please don’t die don’t leave me alone error” ink got out between hiccups and heavy breaths trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak clearly.
Error tried to get the last of his strength together and raised his hand a little up to inks face but right when he got his hand halfway up it almost fell down again if it wasn’t for ink taking a hold of it and bring it up to his face.
He gently Pressed errors hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it a little. making sure to keep it there as long as he could. “please” ink murmured in a small voice “I don’t want to be alone again”.
Error didn’t know what to say, but then what do you say when you’re dying in your “boyfriends” arms. “hey it’s going to be oke” nailed it. (nice one error)
Ink chuckled, he acutely chuckled. “you really aren’t the best with words error” error had to agree with that one “I know” he murmured weakly.
His voice was growing more and more tired, Like his body was growing more and more limp and right now both ink and error are well known of that fact. All there is to it is to say goodbye now.
“hey skittles” ink let out an amused breath at the nickname “yeah?” error took a deep breath “can you do me a favour?” error slowly moved his thump over inks cheek bone gently wiping away some of the tears that were still flowing down.
“of course what is it?” the numb feeling was at errors waist now (work with me here) but he managed to show a little smile “remember me oke” inks eyes widened a little “w-what do you mean I’m no…” his words got cut of but error covering his mouth.
“sing with me”
Error started humming the same tune ink was sing to error a little while ago. It was low and maybe a bit raspy but ink could still hear error was starting where he left of so he didn’t want to take this away from error and started singing again.
You told me once, dear, you really loved me
Error smiled, inks voice once again putting his nerves to ease.
He kept humming.
And no one else could come between.
The numbness was taking over fully now, he could feel himself slowly disappear.
He was still humming.
But now you’ve left me and love another.
Error stopped humming.
You have shattered all of my dreams.
His hand fell but never hit the ground.
“goodbye ink…. I love you”
A loud cry slipped from inks teeth he clutched errors jacket against his chest pressing his nose (?) into the only thing there’s left of him now.
“I won’t forget error” he cried into the jacket careful, to not let his tears black tears stain the fabric.
“I love you too”
well this took me a lot longer the i wanted but yeah stuff happens
anyway here you go this is dased around a drawing you made sorry i can’t really rememder which one it was
Daveed Diggs never auditioned for Hamilton. In fact, he fell into the career-making musical smash by accident. But you don’t get halfway to an EGOT in one year without the raw talent to back it up, and Diggs has plenty. The proof? His dazzling smile and halo of curls seem to be everywhere we look these days, from our TV screens to our playlists.
But back to that accident. In 2012, the Oakland native was cobbling together a living as a performer, touring with his experimental rap group, Clipping, and substitute teaching to pay the bills. “I was living at the poverty line at this point—maybe,” he recalls. But his luck took an unexpected turn when a clerical error placed Diggs and another teacher, Anthony Veneziale, in the same Marin County classroom. Turns out they were both freestyle rappers—and like good improvisers, they leaned into the mishap and taught the class together. Diggs gave him a ride home that day, and eventually Veneziale invited him to join his freestyle rap group. Also in the group: Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton‘s eventual creator and star, as well as the show’s director, Thomas Kail. Unbeknownst to Diggs, Miranda’s Pulitzer-winning opus was already in the works — and the rest is modern Broadway legend.
Kail asked Diggs to take part in a workshop of Hamilton in the summer of 2013, where he originated the dual roles of fast-rapping (like, 19-words-in-three-seconds fast) revolutionary Marquis de Lafayette and Alexander Hamilton’s swaggering political rival Thomas Jefferson. Following a wildly successful Off Broadway run, Hamilton opened on Broadway in August 2015 and snowballed into a pop culture phenomenon that won the cast a Grammy for Best Musical Theater Album, and Diggs a Tony for best featured actor in a musical.
Diggs has mixed feelings about his sudden rise. “Everyone wants to talk to you when you’re in Hamilton, which is nice, but the only thing they know is Hamilton,” he says. “That was the weird thing—to have been an artist your whole life and have nobody care, and then all of a sudden everybody cares.”
Growing up in the Bay Area, Diggs says his family was poor but “very happy.” Though his Jewish mother and black father weren’t together, they shared the responsibility of raising Diggs and his younger brother easily. “They were both very fun parents, but my dad takes his fun very seriously,” he explains. “We would get chocolate chip cheesecake for breakfast and then go to school.” It was in the fourth grade that Diggs realized he could make his classmates laugh by acting out poems. “I was very shy,” he says. “[But] I remember feeling very powerful at that moment.”
He replicated that feeling throughout high school in slam poetry competitions. “I was a good performer, so I could win with pretty subpar writing,” he says. After graduating from Brown University in 2004 with a concentration in theater, he moved back in with his mom in Oakland while auditioning for plays, working on music, and teaching. “It seems like I was doing so much, but it was just grinding,” he says. “I didn’t have another skill set.” Even his mother knew that to be true. “I tried to apply for a job as a waiter, and my mom laughed at me,” Diggs says. “She was like, ‘You can’t do that.‘”
All that grinding has paid off: He’ll appear on the big screen in Wonder later this fall alongside Julia Roberts, Owen Wilson, and Jacob Tremblay. He’ll also executive-produce The Mayor, ABC’s upcoming fall series about a struggling rapper who runs for office — and if that’s not enough, he’s set to star on TNT’s adaptation of Bong Joon-ho’s 2014 dystopian film, Snowpiercer. Oh, and he’s working on music in his spare time, too. “I’m just trying to do all the things,” he says with a laugh. “I like acting. I like rapping. And it turns out, I like producing!” But with his years of hustling not so far in his past, Diggs is realistic about Hollywood’s fickle attention span. “I know it’s rare and doesn’t always last very long, so I’m trying to soak it up while I can,” he says as he heads into rehearsal for a movie he’s not even allowed to talk about yet. “When it all comes crashing down and I’m couch surfing again, I’ll remember these times fondly.” We have a feeling he’s going to be okay.
Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’(
The only problem with his new position, Adrien found, was that the pain was distracting him from fully enjoying it.
Her thighs were soft, supple — higher than was ideally comfortable but it was Ladybug and Ladybug’s thighs (and Ladybug hovering over him with pink cheeks and a look of shy delight), so obviously it was the most comfortable pillow in the world.
They rested in silence as Ladybug nibbled her way through her own crepe (Adrien slightly jealous and mostly not; his stomach hurt) and Adrien recovered, thinking about how maybe next time he could just be seen as taking bites of cake? And then he could hand them off to Belle or Lily or Alice on the down-low — their diets were about five times worse than his, and Alice, he knew, had a least as bad a sweet tooth as he did.
Ladybug leaned against the back of the bench with a quiet sigh as she set the wrapper for her crepe aside, looking at the stars.
“You can, uh, have mine,” Adrien offered, voice coming our rougher than he expected. He cleared his throat. “If you want it, of course.”
(Because JK left some things to the imagination
and I like to fill the gaps…)
The whole castle adapts itself to the amount of
students it’ll receive: Dorms show up, or get more spacious in years with more kids,
and get smaller or disappear when there are fewer… Classrooms and bathrooms
are added or disappear if needed (but that’s rare, as it’s usually enough to
fit everyone’s needs without changing the castle’s structure).
Each dorm has its own bathrooms. Both the boys’
and the girl’s bathrooms have a basket of tampons and pads, for the
menstruating students (After all, Hogwarts is there for all of its students).
One thing Harry says in fifth year led me to
believing there are, perhaps, more students than we realize: He tells Simas to
ask McGonagall if he could switch dorms. Now, that could be just a character
error, or it could be that there was another dorm of Gryffindor boys their year
(Or, at least, that other houses had more than one dorm per year, in some years,
which matches my previous headcanon). That’s not really what I believe happened
(Harry’s year, and probably Ginny’s as well, was probably very small, as they
were born amongst war), but it’s interesting to consider (Also helps all of us
still doing mental gymnastics to understand JK’s statement that Hogwarts could have over 1000 students if each
year only had about 40 students).
The school does have other options of sports
for those not interested in Quidditch, like swimming, dancing, and the magical
equivalent of a gym (that’s where Harry would spent a lot of his time in sixth
There are also a lot of clubs, like Potions club, art club, poetry club, transfiguration club, and study groups, usually lead by a prefect or two.
There are two factors that determine whether or
not you’re approved in a subject: One is the grade (which goes from 0-10 until
fifth and sixth year) and the other is class work, which’s the result of adding
the grades of homework, practical activities and participation in class. Adding it all, your overall must be above
seven or you get retained.
They have a few classes about home charms,
finances and healing charms/potions. They are mandatory and aren’t
grade-worthy, but can add up a few extra points if you really excel.
Madame Pomfrey had been advocating for safe,
accurate sex education, and even teaching it herself for those who sought out
to her, for decades, because she saw the effects the lack of knowledge had on
the kids, so when Teddy Lupin used every last ounce of his influence, contacts,
eloquence and charm to make it happen, and taught it himself, she cried happy
Peeves was at Hogwarts since the beginning, and
knew the founders very well. The only time he ever gets serious and even
emotional is when talking about them.
There’s a hidden painting of all four of the
founders, in a secret door on the astronomy tower. It moves and only shows
itself for those who are worthy. Harry found it on his seventh year and always
talked to them. Newt Scamander, Neville Longbottom, The Marauders, Andromeda
Tonks and Astoria Greengrass (to name a few) were other students who also found
great comfort in talking to “the greatest wizards and witches of their time”.
The Sorting Hat likes to read the names of the
students to-be first years before September 1st, and try to guess
who will be sorted in which house, based on name, family, some of the astrology it had learned over the centuries, and sometimes on
scrapes of conversation it overhears at the Headmaster’s office.
I wanna thank my incredible artist partner @fuzzyfur455 who has been so patient with me these last few months as well as so supportive. I had so much fun working with her on this fic and sharing ideas and such, and I’m so appreciative for everything she did. Seriously, all my thanks goes to her. If it weren’t for her having my back, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this fic.
“Can you show me how to kiss someone?”
It starts out as a simple request, but the one after it leaves Maka in a sexual mess she wasn’t expecting. The sex was meant to help her get over Soul. Not dig herself deeper into a hole and only make her love him even more. Friends With Benefits AU.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, mutual pining, denial of feelings, smut with a plot, fluff too
Maka makes a mental note to never trust Liz again.
Especially when it comes to blind dates.
Stabbing at her salad, she nods as her date goes on and on about his travels to third world countries, an attribute that’s wholly attractive. She always did find humbleness and charity an appeasing quality in a man, but this man lacks the former of the two. All he’s talked about for the last thirty minutes is himself and all the noble deeds he’s done for the less fortunate; he hasn’t asked a single question about her. It’s been all about him, him, him.
She prides herself in the ability to know when someone isn’t genuine, and her date falls under the category. Every red flag in her mind has been flashing since he started talking. Since she first sat down and heard him speak. The egotism had been oozing off him when they first met, and she has no idea how Liz thinks this guy is right for her. His only reason for doing so much is so he has the chance to gloat to unsuspecting girls on the off chance he’ll get lucky.
Unlucky for him, though, Maka isn’t dense.
“And then I went to–”
The Cantina Band song from Star Wars cuts him off and Maka jumps to dig for her phone, giving him an apologetic smile in the process while internally thanking every god in existence for the distraction.
“Sorry. I guess I forgot to put it on silent.” She pauses to look at the name on the screen even though she knows perfectly well who it is. “I’m sorry, but I really need to answer this.”
“Yeah, sure,” her date duly says, the charm and charisma disappearing in an instant as he leans back in his chair and pouts like a child. “I’ll stay here.”
“It won’t take more than a minute,” she promises.
Standing from her chair, she heads to the bathrooms.
“Thank you so much for calling,” she says once she’s out of earshot of her date. “Now I can finally leave this horrid date.”
“You owe me for this,” Soul growls on the other end.
Read the rest on FFN or AO3. Check out Fuzzy’s art here and here (nsfw).
ohhh boy, this is going to be a trial run, since I’m not sure how I feel about writing for a legit celebrity ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ if I like how this turns out, I may continue writing for tom,,, however if this story is somehow hated, then I won’t try anymore ;w;
also this whole self indulgent story was inspired by a David So video.
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent the celebrity’s actual life/lifestyle.
**do not plagiarize/repost this story**
The young woman was in the midst of reading a trashy, young adult novel while laying on her couch. Her eyes were sparkling as they drank in the words of love and devotion spouted from the main character’s lips. “I cannot picture a life without you. You are my heart and soul,” she reads the sentence aloud before placing a hand over her heart, “God, this boy is so sweet!”