is this what being your friend is like

The Arrangement (pt 10)

You woke up around 6 in the morning. Though you were incredibly tired, you had too much on your mind and sleep didn’t consume you like you thought it would. It was still dark outside at this time, and you were slightly hungry. Now that you were eating for two, you were eating more frequently. 

You were scared to go out into the kitchen though. What if Jimin was also awake? You weren’t ready to face him yet. There were so many things that he had said and you wondered how long he had his doubts about your relationship. Did he still love you? Did he still love your baby? 

You tried to calm down again. You sat down and thought about the situation at hand. If you were in his shoes, what would you have thought? It was a little ridiculous to plan for a birthday party about two months in advance, you had to admit it. But it was the only way you could pull off the party with your work schedule. You thought back to all the times you tried to hide your phone away from Jimin or closed your laptop when he came and sat next to you. I guess you really did seem suspicious. 

But did that warrant the things he had said. The hurtful things? If you were in his shoes…. you would have talked to him. You would have asked him straight up. Why? Because you love him and trust him. Sure, things were moving fast between you two, but didn’t he always assure you that he felt the same way you did? That you both were on the same page?

Clearly not. You realized that maybe he didn’t trust you as much as you trust him. So maybe your love him outweighed his love for you. So where exactly did that leave you and your baby?

You rubbed your hand over your growing stomach. You had been busy for the past few months sure, but your love for the baby grew each and every single second. When you first heard the heartbeat, you cried. You made the baby your number one priority. You still worked hard at work and tried to balance your new life. Clearly you didn’t do such a good job. But like you said, the baby was your first priority. You were determined to work things out with Jimin for the sake of the baby. But you still needed time to settle your emotions. You needed time.


Jimin had made his way back to his shared room with you after trying to get you to open the door. He felt terrible. He should have just talked to you first! He should have never doubted you. Why then, did he? He decided that it was because he was too afraid. Too afraid to lose you. And as these thoughts flooded his mind, he eventually fell asleep on the empty bed, wishing so much that you were there in his arms. 

When he woke up, the sun was shining and he turned to the clock. It was already 9! He jumped out of bed and quickly brushed his teeth. He ran out the room hoping to find you. Your door was open! He ran in, only to find it empty. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he noticed breakfast already on the table. So you were awake. Where the hell did you go on a Sunday morning?

A little note caught his eye on the table though. It read “I need time before we can talk about this. Please just give me that much”. He didn’t know how he felt after reading it. At least you were willing to talk to him at some point in the future. But he just wanted to hold you, hug you, and kiss you at this very moment. But he knew that he shouldn’t push you or his luck. So with some gratitude, he ate the breakfast made for him and sauntered back to his room, wasting his day away.

You went to your best friend, Suji’s house and decided to spend your day there. She could tell you were upset, and you finally told her everything. Everything from the beginning. About how the marriage was forced, how Jimin and you were so unhappy at the beginning of the marriage. Even everything that happened last night. 

To say that Suji was shocked was an understatement. She listened patiently and she was crying along with you by the time you were done. “How could you have not told me anything till now! You’re my best friend and I didn’t know you were struggling like this!” she all but yelled at you. You gave her a sad smile. 

“Sorry” you said. “It was hard not telling you, trust me. But I couldn’t you risk telling my parents, I know how close you are with them” you reasoned. 

“What makes you think I won’t tell them all this now?” she questioned. Your smile fell. 

“Suji please don’t. I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told you everything. I can’t deal with the stress of you telling my parents. Please, I’m begging you” you said. 

“I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell them. But you need to start telling me everything too! I swear to god, if I see Jimin I’m going to slap him silly” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you going to forgive him?” she asks.

“I need to talk things through with him honestly. But I can see where he could have had his doubts. But I’m still really hurt with what he said. But I…I just love him so much Suji. I don’t want us to fall apart because of this. I think we can get through it. He did look really apologetic afterall” you reasoned. 

“Ok, but if he pulls anything else I won’t keep quiet” she says. 

“And you won’t have to” you promised. 


The next couple of days were terrible for both you and Jimin. He was trying so so hard to give you the space you wanted, but it was eating at him. He wanted to talk to you again! Meanwhile, you didn’t know when to start talking to him again. You simply made his meals and went to work. You didn’t say anything to him but you missed him like crazy. You needed to talk to him soon. Jimin hated being at home with you when you were just going to ignore him so he would try to spend time with his friends. Usually, he would just end up drunk though. 

Taehyung meanwhile noticed the change in you both. He felt bad and he knew he shouldn’t get into it, but he hated seeing you both like this. So, he decided that he needed to get you two to talk. Jimin had texted him to meet at a bar later tonight, so he decided to ask you to get dinner around the same time. If he was lucky, he could make you two run into each other and force you two to start talking again. 


Jimin waited patiently at the bar for Taehyung to arrive. But it seemed like Taehyung was running late, so Jimin started on a drink before his friend arrive. Since the party, Taehyung didn’t bring up the situation again, and for that Jimin was thankful. He still couldn’t tell his friend what he had accused both you and him of. 

Jimin felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and he jumped at the sensation and turned around to see who it was. To his disappointment, it was his ex. 

“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” she purred. Jimin wanted to visibly gag, but he kept it in.

“None of your business” he said, turning back around and taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh come on. Clearly things aren’t going well. Otherwise why would you be here on a weekday night instead of being with the mom to be?” she asked, sitting down next to him. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the reason for this. If you.. If you hadn’t placed those thoughts in my head.. I could be.. I could be happy right now” he said, honestly. But he knew that he couldn’t really blame his ex completely. He was the one who spewed the hateful words to you and he could never take that back. Jimin downed his drink at the thought. 

Jimin stopped paying attention to his ex, who was practically drooling at him. He couldn’t get his mind off of you and anything that Jiah had said went in through one ear and out the other


Taehyung had suggested you grab drink at a local bar. You thought it was suspicious, especially since you couldn’t drink at a time like this but he assured you that they had really good food. You didn’t really think twice, and went along with him. You were quite hungry after all. 

Meanwhile Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated. Not only was Taehyung running late, but Jiah was talking his ear off. Though the alcohol calmed him down a little, it also gave him to confidence to finally tell Jiah off for good. 

“Jiminie don’t you remember all the fun trips we took together? Those were so much fun, don’t you miss those days? Remember the ski trip we took? It was so cold! Maybe we can go to Hawaii or something next, I’ve heard is absolutely gorgeous.” she rambled. It kind of amazed Jimin how dense she was. What did he ever even see in her?

“Jiah, I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you left. I have a wife and a kid on the way and I love them to pieces, ok? They are my world now. There is place left for you in my life, so I kindly suggest you leave when I’m still being nice”  he said, finally facing her. 

Jiah was surprised to say the least. Jimin was never this…rude to her. Even when he broke up with her, he was pretty nice about the whole thing. But this, fueled her anger. She huffed and got up out of her seat. She made it across the bar near the entrance when she saw both you and Taehyung approaching the bar. If she couldn’t have Jimin, then no else could, she thought. 

She quicky made her way back to Jimin, who had her back faced towards her. Taehyung looked around to find Jimin, and his eyes landed on Jiah, who also made eye contact with him. Taehyung was so confused and before he could register what was going on, Jiah turns around Jimin and kisses him. Taehyung lets out a little gasp and you follow his eyes to sight in front of you. There stood Jimin, kissing another woman. 

You let out a little gasp yourself. Your eyes immediately begin to water and your heart breaks all over again. You spent the last couple of days trying to piece it back together, but it was like Jimin came and shattered your heart to even tinier pieces. 

Jiah pulls away, happily and smiles directly at you. Jimin was too shocked to process what even happened. Taehyung had seen enough though. He immediately crosses the bar to confront his friend. You stay by the entrance, not being able to move but you start to sob and people around you were starting to stare. You didn’t even care if people could recognize you at this point.

Jimin wiped away Jiah’s lipstick from his mouth, still finding it hard to believe that she had to audacity to kiss him when he had just told her to get out of his life. “Jiah, what the he-” Jimin started before someone grabbed him by the collar. 

“How fucking dare you” Taehyung all but growls as he lifts Jimin up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. “How could you do that to Y/n?” Taehyung questions still. If people weren’t looking before, they sure as hell were now.

“T-Taehyung-ah” Jimin stutters out. Jimin theoretically didn’t do anything wrong, but his friend didn’t know that. To anybody else, it would just seem like two people sharing a kiss. 

“You said you loved her. How could…how could you be kissing Jiah now?” Taehyung continued, his anger only increasing. During their little encounter, Jiah had also conveniently slipped out but not before giving you one last smirk before exiting the bar. 

Jimin ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, trying not to meet his friends eyes. Why couldn’t he just say that Jiah was the one who forcefully kissed him? While trying to formulate words, Jimin’s eyes landed on you by the entrance. HIs eyes widened in shock. “Y-Y/N” he whispered. 

You finally made eye contact with your husband and your sobs only increased. Jimin tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip, but Taehyung had pulled him right back. 

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage” Taehyung said, firmly gripping onto Jimin. Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to face you and it hurt them both so much to see you in this state. You held one hand over your baby bump and another over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You couldn’t stand there anymore and ran out the bar. 

“No, wait!” Jimin yelled across the bar and tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip once again. “For the love of God, let me go Taehyung!” he yelled back at his friend. “I need to get to her, please. It wasn’t what it looked like” he said, pleading now. Taehyung looked into Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was probably telling you the truth. He hesitantly let him go.

Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and ran out behind you, but only to see you quickly get into a taxi. He ran up to the taxi, but it was too late. You were already driving away. Jimin paced around the street, frantic. Where was his car? He needed to follow you! Taehyung ran out behind him. 

“I don’t think you can drive right now, let me drive you” he said. And before Jimin could answer, Taehyung had already ran to fetch his car. Soon enough, Taehyung pulled up on the street with his car. Jimin quickly jumped in, but your taxi was long gone. The boys decided that you were probably heading home though, so they drove there as fast as they could.


You couldn’t control your sobs in the taxi. Even the driver gave you pitiful looks. “Uh, where to, young miss?” he asked slowly. You gave him the address to your friends house. You called her along the way, but unfortunately she was out of town on a business trip, but she told you where she kept the spare key and told you to stay for as long as you liked. Suji, your friend, knew not to push the matter, especially over the phone. But she still told you to call her once you somewhat calmed down. She knew that Jimin was probably the reason why, but being out of town made Suji feel helpless. What could she even do?

“Y/N, I know you’re really upset right now and we can talk about that later. But sweetheart I need you to take care of yourself, at least for the sake of your baby ok? Please try to calm down a little and call me again once you’ve settled down. Stay as long as you need, ok? I’ll be back in around 3 days” she says. You could only mumble a yes before hanging up. You were thankful for Suji, but you were in no state to be thanking her right now, especially when talking was hard over your sobs.


Jimin kept urging Taehyung to drive faster and as they pulled into the front drive way, Jimin practically jumped out of the car before the car even stopped. Jimin frantically tried to open the door with his keys, but his hands were shaking too much. He just had to see you and explain things to you and make things right. He promised himself that he wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, but this wasn’t something he saw coming. Hell, it wasn’t really even his fault. 

Jimin finally opened the door, but the house was dark and empty. He quickly turned on all the lights and ran around the house, hoping to find you in one of the rooms. Taehyung slowly walked in after, watching as Jimin ran around, yelling out your name. “Jimin, I don’t think she’s here….” Taehyung says, rather silently. Jimin stops in his tracks. 

“Do you just think she hasn’t got here yet?” he asks. But he knew the answer. You weren’t coming home tonight. 


Three days go by and Jimin is desperate at this point. He couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone. Even Taehyung tried to get a hold of you, but failed. He felt like this was partially his fault since he was the one who brought you to the bar in the first place. 

Jimin could function, not when he didn’t know where or how you were. Were you ok? Were you eating? Sleeping? How was the baby? He knew this time was crucial for the baby, and he didn’t even want to imagine anything happening to the baby. 

And what was worse? He couldn’t even tell his parents or yours. Every time they called, he would lie and give them an excuse as per why you couldn’t come to the phone. The guilt was eating him alive, and Jimin was dying to see you, and make sure you were ok. 

Jimin tried to think back to all your friends that you had told him about. But his mind was drawing a blank. Instead, he had his friends look into it the first day you were gone. By the third day though, Taehyung had found the address of your best friend. Taehyung remembers you telling him about her, perhaps even setting up a blind date for the two of them. He had kindly declined at the time. He even ran into her at Jimin’s party. 

Taehyung texted Jimin the address and Jimin rushed out the house the second he saw the text. He knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t be there, but he was willing to try anyone or any place at the moment.


The last three days for you were…terrible. You hadn’t been able to stop crying and you honestly felt numb. You couldn’t eat properly or sleep. You tried, you honestly did. You tried to force down some food for the sake of your baby, but it was just so hard. You were under an immense amount of stress. Suji still wasn’t back from her trip, but she had texted you that she would be back soon.

You woke up that morning and you immediately felt like something was different…something was wrong. You were more dizzy than usualy and there was a dull pain in your stomach. You tried to push the feeling away and thought you were just hungry. So you brushed your teeth and washed your face, hoping you would feel somewhat better, but the dizziness persisted. 

You tried to make your way to the kitchen, but you had to hold on to the sides of the bed or the table to steady yourself. By the time you got to the small living room, that dull pain suddenly felt more sharp and tears started to well up in your eyes. 

You heard a loud knock on the door. You tried your best to walk to the door without stumbling. You prayed to god that it would be Suji, and hopefully she could take care of you because you were honestly about to pass out at any moment. You opened the door and your eyes started to droop, but you could make out the figure in front of you. “J-Jimin” you started. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like, ok? Jiah is the ex I told you abou–” he started, trying to explain things quickly. He was too scared and nervous and he didn’t even seem to realize that state you were in. But before he could get another word out, your interrupted him. You pulled at his shirt.

“J-Jim-Jimin. Hel-help me” you said, before finally passing out and falling into his arms. Jimins eyes widen in shock as he falls to the floor with you in his hands.

“Y/n? Y/N-yah? What’s wrong? Baby? Are you ok?” he asked frantically, tapping on your cheek lightly trying to get you to open your eyes. Jimin’s heart raced a million miles a second, especially when you had no signs of opening your eyes. Thankfully, you were still breathing. But that’s when Jimin saw it. 

That’s when Jimin saw the blood rolling down the sides of your legs


A/N: I’ll end this part here. WHEW talk about angst?! And on that note…happy early thanksgiving! PLEASE tell me what you thought about this part in the comments below or to my inbox. Any feedback is appreciated. I honestly read each and every single comment. Also, I don’t proof read so sorry for all the mistakes. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

An ode to relapsing

The thing about relapsing is that it’s like coming home

after being away for a really long time

you had fun on your travels

being out in the world

actually doing something with your life


but then you relapse and it’s like

falling into the arms of an old friend

a toxic friend

but a friend nonetheless


they were there for you when no one else was

they sat with you during your 2am cry sessions

I mean

of course they sat with you

they were the one who kept you awake


relapsing is finally understanding

what Simon & Garfunkel were singing about

hello darkness

my old toxic keep-me-up-at-night friend


relapsing feels like a relief

a break from emotion

and you go totally numb

until 2am at least


when you fall back into that old mold of yourself

you find that it still perfectly fits

no matter how much you grew

no matter how much you thought you healed

it still fits


relapsing is like finding a friend

in a room full of strangers

it feels familiar so you feel safe again

safe from anybody but yourself


The thing about relapsing that nobody ever tells you about

is that you welcome it

being well aware of their homicidal intentions

you open the door and put the kettle on.


- J.P. 

anonymous asked:

hosting thanksgiving at your house with Ethan? with like family and friends and kids and just being that super cute family who always are the best hosts and maybe some boys playing football in the yard waiting for u to finish dinner and also maybe this is all too much and I’m just insanely ready to have my own little family I am sincerely sorry for this

i’m gonna combine this w this request:

Could you please write an E imagine were he (and Grayson) meets your brother and sisters and they all get on really well and you end up playing a game (video game or sports game) boys vs girls but he is secretly helping you win the whole time so the girls all win and guys are sad and e acts sad too but is actually really happy/proud that you won. I don’t think that made sense but hopefully you kinda get the point😊 I love your writing btw 💜💜 

and this request:

hi!! i don’t know if you’re taking requests but like i was wondering if u could write a lil thing abt being able to spend thanksgiving with ethan n you two let each other know how thankful u are to have each other n stuff :))) luv ur writing btw i’ve legit read everything you’ve ever written!!!!


A thin coating of flour had previously covered your hands, the powdery substance breaking off in clumps each time your clasped your hands together. Now, the substance was forgotten as your pores were smothered in the rich scent of leather and turf. You hadn’t noticed until you rubbed your iced hands together, blowing a strong huff of warm arm into your palms.

Ethan, on the other hand, only noticed the remaining smear of flour as it collected on the high rise of your cheekbone. You scowled at him, an attempt to look menacing even if the festive apron you’d been sporting inside the kitchen was currently dangling from around your waist. 

“Cold?” Ethan taunted as he lined up across from you, the curve of his mouth nothing short of daring. An eyebrow rose as he cocked his head. “We can call off the game now if you want…”

You scoffed, crouching to the imaginary line of scrimmage. Pointedly, you met his dark gaze, quirking an equally mischievous eyebrow.  “You wish.”

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Nico Jr: Okay. Fine. I’ll see you later on tonight.

Maxine: So you’re going to apologize?

Nico Jr snaps: No. What do I look like? But we’re not going to stop being friends or hanging out. I like spending time with you, Max. And I plan on doing so for the time I’m here. So let’s stop with this little show of power, because we both know I’m going to be in your room tonight, on top of you,  kissing you until you can’t breathe.

Maxine gets up, frustrated. He was right. She didn’t think she had the will power to really stop being with him. 

Maxine softly: I had to let you know how I felt. It hurt my feelings, seeing how cruel you can be. Throwing it in my Mom’s face that she works for you. I’m gonna go now. I don’t want to talk anymore. And I have a phone call to make.

She’s about to leave the room when she hears him sigh.

Nico Jr: Stop, Max. Stay here with me.

Maxine: I can’t right now. I’ll see you later.

Nico Jr softly:  I’ll apologize.

Maxine: What? 

Nico Jr: Did I stutter? I said I’ll apologize. To Teresa. But not for her. For you.

sonaspectrum  asked:

What was your reaction to the "beach claiming" ? Also that must be one pretty beach now being made out of glas

Haha excellent point my friend!

So I might be one of only a few of us who feels like this… people take the beach scene so literally. They nitpick the crap out of it and can only focus on how sand is getting everywhere and how unhygienic it is and all of the above.

But I thought it was beautiful. The ocean is wild and unpredictable and vast and for that type of claiming, a true and permanent claiming, literally world shattering… it fit them. There is no other pair (except perhaps Nessian if it ever happens) that could ever be compared to the ocean in such a way. That could pull off a beach scene, even. Rowan and Aelin are so complex and layered that I thought the symbolism of the ocean was perfect for them. I get that there are issues… I’ll probably receive flak for this and that’s fine. But to me, there’s no other way I would have wanted Rowan and Aelin’s first time. It seems a disservice to them to give them a bedroom or a secluded area. They are dramatic and wild and their powers are wicked and ancient. There’s nothing tame about them. So to me, it was beautiful and perfect.

Real life is different. I get that. But… this is a book. A fantasy book nonetheless.

Thank you for this ask my dear! ☺️

anonymous asked:

I feel like if we get a Reylo kiss, Kylo’s gonna be the one to instigate it. One of my headcanons is that he becomes one of Rey’s most encouraging friends. Someone who can pump her up when she’s deflated. I headcanon that at some point during episode 9, Rey hits her lowest point and feels worthless. Kylo, being the perfect timer that he is, takes the chance to tell her how he feels and how she helped him see the light. Then he leans in. What are your thoughts on a Reylo kiss?

Nahhhh I think Rey will instigate it. Kylo hates himself. Kylo thinks he is garbage and worthless and not worthy of love because Snoke has been whispering that in his ear for his entire life. 

Rey, garbage picker that she is, is gonna pick him up, dust him off, and give him a big ol’ kiss, and he is going to be like, “W T F I S H A P P E N I N G shouldn’t you H A T E me??????? I AM GARBAGE?”

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Yasmin and Hope decided to form a plan. They were starting middle school, and they wanted to remain best friends forever. They decided the only way to do that was to get married. Both girls decided to ask their parents to see their wedding pictures. Hope knew what weddings were like since she had been to some. They just needed to know what to wear.

Yasmin: Mommy can I see your and daddy’s wedding pictures.

Ginger: Of course baby, that was one of the happiest days of my life. I’d be happy to show you.

Yasmin: I bet being married to your best friend is so much fun! I hope I can do that.

Ginger: It is very fun. Maybe someday, when you’re a little older, it can happen for you too. Just remember to be honest about your feelings. Your mommy was silly and was afraid.

Yasmin: I’m going to be 100% honest. I’ll have the happiest marriage ever!

Ginger smiled. All marriages came with little ups and downs, but she hoped one day her little girl could be happy like her.

Ginger: Now let’s get that album.

Yasmin: Yay! I love those pictures. You’re so pretty in them. I hope my dress is as pretty.

Ginger: Thank you. I’m sure you’ll be the prettiest bride.

so, as a lot of you guys know, i’ve been having a really rough couple of months, but i just wanted to let y’all know i’m really getting better.

i have a job where i like my coworkers and enjoy being there, my grades are really good and i’ve figured out what career path i’d like to take, my friends are amazing and supportive, i’ve made new friends and opened up more socially, and i have a girlfriend that makes me insanely happy who i’m kind of crazy about + on top of all that, my skin is clearing up: thank the lord.

i don’t want to get all cheesey but i just have to say that i owe a lot of all my happiness to you guys and all your messages helping me to keep fighting, because i was ready to give up more times than i want to think about right now. i also have to give a shoutout to jared (of course) because loving yourself first is SO IMPORTANT. it took a long time for me to figure that out, and i’m still working on it, but i cut out toxic people and anxiety-inducing situations from my life and kind of took a step back from social media and focused on myself. im still struggling with anxiety and depression, thats going to be an ongoing battle, and i know i will have bad days, but i really am doing better and i just!!!! i love you guys.

anyways, i just kind of wanted to update you guys on how im doing and thank you all for your support. i wish i could hug all of you guys forever and ever and i wish all of you all the happiness in the world. 

anonymous asked:

I really do like you and your blog but i don't understand your disdain for Mimi, she's such a sweet harmless person - but that's not the point. I read the post on her being a kboo but ??? So what if you get accustomed to a language through kpop? I learned Japanese through years of watching anime. RM learned English through Friends (and then later learned the British accent through Harry Potter) i don't see an issue with it, learn in whatever way suits you while being respectful, which she is

even if she’s trying to learn the language (which i doubt tbh) it’s disrespectful and mocking to use random korean words just to sound cute or “korean”. asian ppl in general are mocked and ridiculed for their english pronounciation but when english speakers do the same with korean language (or japanese.. etc.) ppl think it’s funny? even tho it’s very offensive towards asians. and it can’t be compared to RM learning english through friends for example, because english is a global language and isn’t really attached to any specific culture.

mimi’s not being respectful. she’s blocking everyone who’s trying to call her out and educate her. she doesn’t care that fetishising koreans and accessorizing their language is offensive & gross because she’s a koreaboo.

so yeah i don’t like her ugly blog.

anonymous asked:

New to the fandom and why do people think Ann Rice is crazy

(I have a backlog of asks, Real Life has been taking my life, and this is the one I decide to answer, bc I am apparently a glutton for punishment) (My senpais re: the topic of allowing writers to write dark fiction (and readers to read it) are @restoringsanity and @freedom-of-fanfic, among others, check them out).

Welcome to our little corner of Tumblrland! 

This became a Wall of Text™, but I felt like articulating these thoughts again, as I do periodically. Sorry, no cut, couldn’t find a good place to do it.

Anon, I hope you come into the light and join us, share with us what you like about VC and make our fandom better for being part of it. You might make some of the best friends of your life with us :) I definitely have, and that’s what fandom is about for me. 

I think this question was answered very well by @interview-withthevampire here, with supporting links. I was honored to be tagged as a Certified Old in the fandom, yes, I was around in the Dark Ages of the Internet, for the Spec Massacre, but am I a Respected Old? That’s debatable, lol. I have my opinions about VC, and everyone’s headcanon may vary on all of it.

No sense reinventing the wheel in answering the same way as they did, but I have thoughts to add. @interview-withthevampire started their answer as follows, and I want to start mine the same way: 

“the reason why Anne Rice is a bit quarrelsome (I don’t want to use “cr*zy”) is because, well, the kindest way to put it is that she’s a bit of an ego-maniac.”

^YES. She’s probably a bit of an ego-maniac, but not “cr*zy.” “Crazy” is what we use to “other” someone, to dehumanize them by calling their mental faculties into question. It’s a gentle teasing at best and a bullying tactic at worst.  

One thing you’ll find in VC fandom is that every so often, like a cycle, we’ll get another round of bashing Anne Rice. Whether or not she is a “good” or “bad” person with “good” or “bad” thoughts/intentions, that’s not the purpose of my blog and not what I base my love for VC on. My blog is primarily for entertainment and fandom positivity.

As fandom has begun a shift into examining authors and content creators who create problematic content (also known as ”dark fiction,” which I prefer as a term bc the word “problematic” has become kind of a joke in its overuse), there is a tendency to conflate that content with their beliefs, that they write what they would like to see happen in reality. I strongly feel that creation/consumption of dark fiction is not endorsement of it.

In brief, people might think Anne Rice is “cr*zy” bc of (1) her Real Life actions against her fans and other people, and (2) the problematic content in her books. 

Again, I think @interview-withthevampire covered point (1). In the end, Anne Rice is just a human being who wrote a set of books that have gathered a wide spectrum of fans. I think it took her years (decades?) to understand the nature of her fanbase, and as the internet grew around her, it became easier for fanworks and reviews/feedback to publish into the real world. There were no longer the filters in place of people like magazine editors; any blogger could write a review of her works in full view of millions of fans, and they were not required to pull any punches. 

AR had to acclimate to that and after fighting the ficwriters for long enough, she chose to stop suing, and learn to coexist with it all. I don’t know of many other authors treating their own fanbases the way AR treated us, so I would guess that authors who have published works since the internet really got in gear have probably all embraced their fanbases from the beginning. Therefore, VC fandom’s bad blood (pun intended) with Anne Rice stands out as being downright BIZARRE now :-P

As far as (2) the problematic content. 

What we’re really talking about is whether dark fiction (pedophilia, incest, etc.) should be written about at all if they are not condemned in the narrative. Personally, I believe that creation/consumption of dark fiction is not endorsement of it. 

*Bruised banana analogy*

VC, like any media, be it books/movies/music/video games/etc., is like a banana. It might have gross bruises, those parts that you find squicky or otherwise distasteful. It’s fine to point them out, so that others can be aware, but you are not required to do so. Some areas on a given banana are less bruised than others, and you can eat them. Maybe you eat around all the bruises, even the smaller ones. Maybe you don’t mind bruises and you can eat the whole banana.

I admit, on a subjective level, that VC books have gotten much bruisier for me over the years, and there are several that I find so bruised that there is much less to enjoy, but that’s how it is. I STILL LIKE THE PARTS I LIKE.

[X Banana from fromthedriversseat.co.uk] ^Red would be those bruises that I can’t accept, so I don’t eat them. 

Maybe the whole banana is ruined for you and you can’t stomach it. Maybe you can bake it into banana bread, turn it into something else entirely! That’s a fanworks’ purpose. Like a fanfic where you remove/revise the bruises from canon and write the story the way you would prefer it to be. Fluff would probably be a banana with very few bruises, if any at all.

I’ve made my own headcanons that have “fixed” canon in a way that greatly improved the stories for me. I’ve read fanfic that was basically providing missing pieces from canon. I’ve seen fanart and cosplay that pretty much illustrated my headcanon of the characters. For me, fandom is about taking inspiration from the canon source material to make your own works, sharing that with other fans, and being supportive of those content creators in whatever way you feel comfortable!

It’s every reader’s prerogative, how much of the “banana” they want to eat, if any at all. No one is forcing you to eat it, and other people enjoying the banana does not trample your choice. Your choice not to eat some/all of the bruises does not supersede other’s choice of eating them. 

I’ve said that creating/consuming problematic content is not in itself endorsement of problematic things in REAL LIFE. As far as I know, Anne Rice has committed no REAL crimes, so while I would love it if she had a trusted editor/beta reader, I don’t condemn her for exploring dark topics in fiction. More thoughts on that in my #dark fiction tag.


As fans in the fandom, we can like what we like, critique her work, choose what canon we accept, toss the rest. She put it out there and in that sense, it doesn’t matter if Anne Rice is “cr*zy” or not, or if she is a “good” or “bad” person with “good” or “bad” thoughts. Personally, I believe that AR was interested in sex before she was the age of consent and was frustrated that she was being prevented from pursuing sexual relationships. Those explorations led to bruises in her bananas. Those are her bones to pick, so to speak.

I’ve made some of my best friends in VC fandom, and if they or I had left because of the bruises in our bananas, I might never have met them at all. I consider VC to be a gift to us from AR, no more, no less.

No shade at all but I was rewatching the negotiations scene for the race (for a fic I’m writing) and like….what does Tall Boy actually do?

Was he just gonna sit there and let high school students duke it out? Like good lord sir, Jughead was more protective over B & V then you were and you’re an adult!

What does he do all day while Jughead is struggling to manage the Serpents, school, relationship issues, friends, and just being a teenager???

Get your shit together Tall Boy cause Papa Jones won’t take your crap when he gets out!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I️n my opinion, Thanksgiving is stupid, but it’s a good time to tell your friends you’re thankful for them! I’m thankful for you guys!

@areyounotalone @its-called-being-spontaneous @allhailthejellybeanmonarch @sinning-killjoy @killjoycrybaby (I know you two aren’t Americans but you know what I like you deal) @unseelieprinces @shewhoisfate @warningnerdalert @thestormtrooper02

misskrose  asked:

Hey so for extra life can you do "We are definitely going to talk about this tomorrow.* with Cole

“Cole, what the hell are you doing?” you asked, exasperation in your voice. You’d spent the last hour trying to keep all your friends from dying, and it was like trying to babysit fifteen children at once…if those children could just pick you up whenever you got in there way. Miles had lifted you off your feet to spin you around in what he’d declared ‘the most graceful dance move known to man’ and from your height, you saw Cole in the corner near the wheel, digging through a bag.

“Miles, put me down!” you sighed, and when he stopped spinning, he had just enough time to put you down before collapsing onto a beanbag, complaining about being dizzy. You turned back to him, sticking your tongue out at him.

“That’s what you get, idiot,” you muttered before making your way towards Cole. He was digging hurriedly, almost shoving his head into the bag that held the stuff for wheel of vengeance spins. He tossed a one chip challenge box over his shoulder, narrowly missing your face as it flew by. You sighed a little, grabbing his arm to get his attention. Cole whipped around, looking frantic but his face slid into a forced smile when he realized it was you.

“He-eey babe,” he greeted in his attempt to be nonchalant. “Just, uh, looking for a dry erase marker to write on the wheel,” he explained quickly.

“Yeah?” you asked, chuckling a little. You reached into your back pocket, pulling out the marker Jack had given you in front of Cole a while ago. “I mean, the wheel’s all filled, but I have the marker.”

“D…did I say marker?” he chuckled, the pitch of his voice getting a little higher. “I totally meant water.”

“Water,” you repeated, and Cole nodded. “You’re…looking for water…in the challenge bag.” He nodded vigorously, smiling at you. You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked at your boyfriend.

“Do you actually want to tell me what you’re looking for? I can help you find it.”

Cole made a face as he thought about it and then slumped slightly. “I…uh…might have lost a box.”

“A box.”

“Yeah, a really important box,” Cole told you, looking slightly ashamed. “With something I wanted to give you inside it.” You raised an eyebrow at him, going to ask what it was, but then it hit you.

“Oh,” you said shortly. He nodded a few times, and you chuckled a little and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You went to say something to him, but the ruckus behind you made you groan. Someone was probably doing something deadly if you knew them.

“We are definitely going to talk about this tomorrow,” you told him, “but right now, I’ve got to stop them from god knows what.”

“I’ll hopefully have found it by then!” Cole called as you ran off.

“You’d better!” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him before diving into the pile of people.

anonymous asked:

I always toss my feelings aside for others and people think I am a really cheerful person when in reality I just know that no one has the time for me or wants to hear abt me being unhappy. And I know one of my closest friends has all the attention because she's more beautiful and I know it's not her fault but I can attest that everybody likes her romantically and meantime I'm just... really unhappy because of it. I don't what's wrong with me

Your feelings matter and I’m sorry that you feel like you need to hide them because people won’t care. Because I promise you, they care, and you matter to them. I really hope you try and speak up more. As for how you feel about your friend, I kind of understand how you feel - we’re human and it’s very easy to feel tossed aside when someone we perceive as better comes into the same space. I hope you’ll be able to get over these feelings and feel better about yourself. Because you’re amazing and you’re worth it and you matter *hugs you tightly* <3

@waxingmoonstone replied to your post: Pro tip if you’re going to profit off writing…

   Idk what happened but I will follow you into battle my friend.   

It’s about Rick Riordan (Percy Jackson / Magnus Chase author) being like “Woah apparently people still worship the Greek and Norse gods, don’t know why you would do that they’re horrible, myths are fun as long as you remember they’re just myths and stopped having any religious significance a long time ago”

(also thank)

anonymous asked:

Have any tips for wearing lolita to school? I want to wear lolita to a ceremony at school but I'm having second thoughts about it. I already purchased my dress but I'm so nevous about wearing it there. ; v ; I honestly want to wear it there but I'm nervous of being made fun of.

I think you should go for it and have fun! The only advice I’d give is to make a more casual coord (unless there’s a certain theme at the ceremony) and if people are staring, try to focus your attention on what you are doing, where you’re going if you’re walking, or on your friends! I usually never notice people looking at me this way and it takes a lot of anxiety out of me. If anyone tries to harass you, however, please do tell someone about it. I’ve thankfully never had something like that happen to me, but it’s always best to tell someone.

anonymous asked:

I want to marry the person God has for me and I want to wait for that person, I'm not interested in dating right now because I know it's not the right time. I'm not the kind of girl who who likes or falls in love easily, but in the past year I meet this guy and I started to catch feelings for him. He's an atheist and we're just friends but I don't know what to do. Should I just walk away from him?

you can & should stay friends & shine your light on him. that is, if you can handle just being friends. that’s often difficult when romantic feelings are there. you two have quite a difference in beliefs. I don’t think you can build a future with someone who has no belief in God, when your life’s foundation is built on Him. just my thoughts. I wish you all the best! God has a great plan for you! keep trusting in Him. x

i-swear-im-an-adult  asked:

Snow, red cheeks

What is your favorite time of year and why?

I like those two or so weeks of autumn where it has finally stopped being hot and sunny and it’s just a lovely, dry, gray 50 degrees outside, and you can wear your hoodie again and walk anywhere without fear of being rained on. That is my favorite “season” in Oregon.

What makes you nervous?

Talking about anything “important” with literally anybody: parents, doctors, bosses, friends, lovers…I suck at this.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So I just restarted AC:NL after a long while of being away due to some hard times, and I figured it would be fun to restart. My friend showed me your town through dream address, and I kinda sorta fell in love??? Like ;; so what I wanted to ask was do you have any tips for starting a new town and like paths and stuff? Ahah I know that might be an odd question and such but like I love your town’s development and I can never figure out placing and such so yeah! Thx so much *^*

I’m sorry to hear you went through some hard times, but that does sound nice to have a fresh start after that now in returning to New Leaf! Ahh, thank you, I’m glad you liked my dream town! And it’s sweet and super flattering that you would be interested in town-building advice like that from me, thanks so much :3 I’ll try to! But I’m not really good at putting the process into words, and I think others have done it much better, so I’m sorry if it’s not that good! But I wish you the best of luck and lots of fun on your new New Leaf journey :)

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask GoM+Takao+Kasamatsu being overly protective of their girl bestfriend? No romantic feelings, just pure platonic friendship. Thank you, I really like your writing style ^^

Hi dear! Sorry if it took me so long! I’m so happy you like it <3 Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I was a bit at loss as what to write. I tried to write different settings and situations to not bore you and give a friendly and warm feeling to all of them. Let me know if you liked it!

Have a nice day!

The GoM, Takao, Kasamatsu & Reader, Over-Protective Best- Friends Scenarios

 

Aomine Daiki

“Aomine?” you called as you recognized the silhouette leaning against the fence of the school. You had just finished the activities with your club and felt dead on your feet. The sky was already dark and nobody was around, except for you and him.

“Yo,” the boy replied, putting away his phone and waiting for you to reach him, “Let’s go.” He started moving without waiting, his basketball bag bouncing against his back.

You walked beside him, a furrow creasing your forehead. “Why are you here?”

“Nice to see you too.”

“I’m happy to see you Aomine. Is everything alright? Yes? Good. Now, why are you here?”

“Practice,” he replied rolling his eyes at your antics, stretching his arms with a yawn.

You lifted an eyebrow.

“You don’t finish this late.”

“I-” he tried to argue, but you interrupted him with a jab in the stomach.

“You never do, actually. Not today, not yesterday nor the day before,” you scolded him and he glared back, massaging the sour spot you’ve hit.

“So?” He grumbled, averting his eyes first.

“Are you waiting for me?” you asked bluntly.

A beat of silence.

“So?” he muttered under his breath, hiding his fists in the pockets.

You groaned.

“Aomine! You’ve been waiting for me two hours every day for an entire week! You should go home and rest!” You stopped abruptly, poking angrily at his chest.

He still refused to look at you, cheeks red, but now you could see he was wearing his annoyed-but-stubborn expression.

“And I’ll do it until your stupid club return having normal hours.” He stated firmly.

“It’s still two weeks until the festival!”

“I know,” Aomine finally met your gaze, “But I won’t let you go home at night alone, you dumbass,” he growled before flicking your forehead and resuming walking. “You wouldn’t be able to fend for yourself to save your life…” he muttered, incredulous at your carefree attitude.

“Geez!” you ran to his side again, fighting back a smile, “You’re such a softie, Aho.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” But his voice had no bite and you could hear the half-smile on his lips.

Kise Ryouta

“Kise, what’s that?” you asked, pointing at the bruise on his wrist.

The blond waved his hand nonchalantly, wearing his usual bright smile, and kept drinking his strawberry milkshake.

“No-thing!” he chirped as he noticed you were still waiting for a proper answer.

You frowned, lips pulled into a thin line, and crossed your arms.

“That’s not what the rumors say,” you sharply objected and for a second Kise’s eyes widened in surprise, but he then relaxed again showing a Cheshire-like grin.

“Do the rumors say my Perfect Copy works with judo too?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes.

You groaned, hiding your face in the crook of your arms.

“Kise! I can’t believe you resorted to violence! What if you got injured?” You perked up to shoot him a glare, but he was still smiling.

“Yeah, he didn’t believe it too, you should have seen his face!” The idiot was even proud of it.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling exasperated.

“Please, Ryouta. Don’t do dangerous shit like this, you are both a model and a player. Don’t.”

The blond shrugged again but turned more serious as he realized you were seriously worried.

“I can’t promise, he shouldn’t have said shit about you,” he commented sharply, but the coldness in his eyes didn’t affect his hand as he grabbed yours.

You sighed, smiling defeated. You already knew it was because of that, yet you still worried about him.
“So, you really, really won’t promise?” you begged, trying your best puppy-look, but Kise was already used to it and burst into a warm laughter.

“No one can speak bad of my best friend and go unpunished,” He hummed satisfied, “But don’t worry, I’m passing every day at the judo’s club to pick up useful techniques!”

Oh shit.

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