He's always making her overwork, like last year when he did that meerkat thing even though they were so busy?
I didn't know---
Jumin has lots of projects that are non-profit and are all for de-stressing and giving something back to the community, and he takes them as seriously as he does the rest of his business.
I seriously can't understand how Jumin manages to create more work, and it's not that he doesn't do anything, because he works just as much as everyone else, or possibly more, he's a workaholic and never gets enough rest!
Jumin, that jerk -_-
I see you're close to Jaehee.
Hm? No, we don't speak much. She might talk to you since you're a girl.
We all know f/f doesn’t get enough love. Whether it’s because of a lack of canon content, or fandom’s interests lying elsewhere, it usually gets the short end of the stick. Thankfully, February is here to rectify that - and hopefully, one day, we won’t even need the reminder!
So what is Femslash February? It started as open challenge calling on all members of fandom to create at least two fanworks of any sort (fanfic, fanart, fan vids, graphics, fanmixes, etc.) featuring a f/f ship in the month of February. I don’t know if people still follow that rule today, but to me, Femslash February is THE month to celebrate your love for the ladies. And ladies loving ladies. Not that you can’t do that every day of the year, but if you needed a good reason, here’s one!
Since the Dragon Age franchise has, let’s be honest, a whole bunch of badass ladies, and since this blog, and yours truly, have dedicated themselves to the task of reblogging them all in all their glory, I’m hoping you guys will fill up their tags with new posts, so that I can queue a LOT of content, and provide you with even more lady love!
When I see people re-translate it acts like a trigger bringing back all these unwanted memories. I get anxious, feel like shit, stop translating, contemplate deleting my blog and repeat. This is how I feel Every. Single. Time. Someone re-translates.
Going offline for a few days i’m feeling shit as it is so I definitely don’t want to stick around.
I just left college; my last day, my last exam, hugs from my favorite professors, threats from one of them that he’s going to change my grade so I’m not allowed to leave. Despite how much people complain about this place, I’ll miss it. I live nearby so I’ll visit I’m sure (especially since the head of my department wasn’t even here this semester, I need to give him a hug next semester when he’s back).
I’m both excited and scared for the next steps of my life. New things, bigger experiences, new people.
Well, all after this one last paper that’s due on Friday.
VIXX-OTPS has reached its third year and has achieved 20,110+ followers! I hope you all enjoyed the 15-day countdown this year and thank you very much for these 3 years! ♥ I hope we would be able to celebrate again next year~
i’ve gotten so good at refreshing the skam website i could probably do it in my sleep or blindfolded in the middle of the amazonian forest after someone hides my computer behind a tree and i have to embark on a 3 day long dangerous journey to find it and i have to find a way to charge it with solar energy. even then, i’ll find a way to refresh that damn website
yo. forreal, I need some friends who will actually text me back that isn’t hours later and will say shit other than “Wyd, chillin, aight dats cool”. I’m trying to make friends with bomb black folks but y'all ain’t givin a girl an opportunity to get to know y'all and shit. And I’m shy as hell 😂😭. Anyways. Wanna be friends, do me.
Sequel of sorts to my last Hogwarts AU drabble (LINK). Again, this is inspired by a post by @error-rfa. I tried to keep the last one as spoiler free as possible but this one spoilers are unavoidable because my snowflake IS a spoiler. So. Spoilers!
To the untrained eye, the younger Choi twin was stoic as ever as he walked through the Great Hall. There was no hesitation, no fear in his steps, and his face was a mask of perfect indifference.
But Saeyoung knew better. If there was one subject he excelled in, it was Saeran. After all, who could know you better than your reflection?
Saeran’s eyes met his brother’s briefly, locking onto each other for only a second before the younger twin huffed and turned away. Saeran’s eyes remained fixed on some distant and likely non-existent point as the Sorting Hat made its announcement.
Saeyoung felt his heart drop, and though Saeran’s expression remained unchanged he could swear he felt his twin’s drop too. They weren’t together. They were being separated. Again.
He vaguely noticed the applause that filled the room. It sounded distant and faded, covered up by the empty echo of his brother’s footsteps.
Saeyoung watched his twin slow as he reached the Slytherin table, looking around as he waited for the room’s attention to move away from him. When the next name was called and everyone turned away his speed picked up again, his legs racing towards the nearest door.
Zen had been ready to greet his house’s newest member and the infamous younger Choi twin. He was one of the few to notice Saeran’s departure, and one of even fewer to care. He sent a confused look over towards Saeyoung’s table but his eyes were met with yet another empty seat.
Saeyoung raced to catch up to his brother. It was harder than he thought it’d be considering Saeran wasn’t running. His twin had to be the fastest sulky speed-walker he knew.
“Saeran!” he called again, reaching out to stop him.
“Don’t touch me!” Saeran snapped, pulling his arm out of his brother’s grip.
Saeyoung flinched. It hadn’t been too long ago that they had been close. He supposed it was wishful thinking to assume they would fall back into the way things were.
“Come on, Saeran,” he tried again, keeping his distance this time.”Cheer up! It’s not like we’ll never see each other. And no dorm room can keep the great 707 out, I guarantee–”
“Idiot,“ Saeran snapped, but sharpness of his tone was overshadowed by the slight tremble in his voice that only his twin would have noticed. "I don’t care. I’ve been fine without you this long, what’s another seven years?”
Ouch. He would deal with that stab of guilt later. For now, he had more important things to worry about than his feelings.
“Saeran.” That was his big brother voice, the one that meant he wasn’t leaving until he was satisfied. “The sooner you tell me what’s wrong the sooner I’ll leave you alone.”
For a while it didn’t look like Saeran was going to answer. Still, he wasn’t leaving either. And Saeyoung knew better than to keep pushing him. It was like trying to attract a stray cat. You couldn’t run up to it and grab it or it would just scratch you, as he had learned from experience. Multiple experiences. He had to wait for Saeran to come to him.
“Does this mean…” Saeran’s scowl didn’t match up at all with the hesitant softness of his voice. He seemed to weighed each word in his mind before deciding whether it was something he was willing to share. "Am I like her?“ he finally got out, his voice so quiet Saeyoung almost didn’t hear it break.
Saeyoung reached out, placing a hand on each of his brother’s shoulders.
"You’re nothing like her,” he said softly, resisting the urge to pull Saeran against him. They weren’t quite back to that point yet. “You know, Slytherin’s not a bad thing. And you’re braver than I’ve ever been, you’re just too smart to be in Gryffindor. And too ambitious. And cool.”
Before Saeran had a chance to come up with a comment to match the cynicism on his face, they were interrupted.
“He’s right, you know. There some great Slytherins here,” a smooth voice cut in from behind them. Zen smiled as both twins turned to look at him. “Like me.”
Saeran’s attempts to compose himself were slightly thwarted by the pink flush of embarassment tinting his pale cheeks.
“I’m not sure you’re an argument in its favour.”
Saeran’s mumbled insult earned a laugh from the older boy. The younger Choi flushed under Zen’s kind eyes and turned his gaze back to his brother.
"He’s right. You’ll be fine. And Zen will be good to you,” Saeyoung promised with a smile. “Because I’ll transfigure his bed into a giant cat if he isn’t.” His tone made it clear he was only half joking. "Right, Zen?”
“Stop smiling like that,” Zen deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, I’ll look out for him. Any friend of Seven’s is a friend of mine.”
“I can take care of myself,” Saeran muttered, turning away from both of them. “And anyways, I’m not his friend.”
The elder twin held back a sigh as he nodded, but before he could say anything Saeran spoke again.