If Joan didn't feel personally attacked by Damien in every conversation and action he's done, do you think she'd still have reservations about helping him since she believes he's totally in control of himself? Damien certainly has some... unpleasant feelings associated with his powers, so I think he'd benefit from therapy if he actually opened up (though I know that's not in his agenda lol)
He definitely would benefit from therapy if he took it seriously. I think if Joan wasn’t giving him therapy against her will and he wasn’t constantly abusing his power to get information from her, she’d be doing everything she could to treat him like any other patient. Ultimately, Joan does want to help atypicals live better lives.
miscellaneous tips for your first year of college/university:
- try as much as possible to avoid 8 am classes. you could do it in high school, but trust me when I say you don’t want them in college. (but also realize that sometimes you have to take them if you want to graduate on time, especially if the classes are only offered during a certain time.)
- go to office hours. go to office hours. for the love of god, go to office hours. you want to be on good terms with the professors, especially those in your major department because chances are you’ll be in their class more than once and you’ll need a letter of rec from them.
- but if you’re trying to raise your grade, kiss up to the TA (teacher’s assistant). they’re the ones that are in charge of your grade, not the professor. they know you better because of the smaller class sizes and they’ll know how much work you’re really putting into the class.
- it’s quite possible the pull off writing a 5-7 page paper the night before it’s due and still get a good grade on it if you know the material well.
- address emails to the professor with “Hello Professor, …”, include the class you’re in, and conclude with your name and student ID number. be professional and keep in mind that the professor lectures to hundreds of students.
- bring a cold bottle of water to morning lectures and drink from it if you feel like falling asleep. the cold will keep you up (and it’s healthier and cheaper than coffee).
- library floors get quieter the higher you move up.
- if you want to take adderall, don’t start with a large dose. start with 10mg, see how you handle it, and go from there. adderall can be dangerous if you OD. some side effects of adderall include trouble falling asleep and loss of appetite.
- it’s in your best interests not to plagiarize. properly cite all the sources you use. maybe you got away with it in high school, but that shit won’t fly in college.
- study groups are only helpful and beneficial to you if everyone in that group has something to contribute.
- self control, momentum, and evernote are great productivity apps for your mac.
- tide pods for laundry is so much easier than lugging down a bottle of detergent and a separate bottle of softener and then having to measure them out.
- if you’ve already washed your colored clothes at least once, you don’t need to separate lights from darks. just remember to use cold water. (I myself am a lazy fuck and I don’t sort my laundry at all. my clothes are fine.)
- ask your RA to get a clock radio for the bathroom (if it’s communal) so music can drown out the sound of the person taking a shit in the stall next to you.
- don’t be afraid to speak up if your roommate does something that is annoying you. approach them in a friendly way (chances are, they didn’t even notice it was bothering you) so that they’ll give you the same courtesy. communication is key.
- you don’t have to be friends with your roommate. you just have to live with them. don’t try and force a friendship if it clearly isn’t working.
- don’t be that asshole that hits their snooze button 10 times so their alarm goes off repeatedly.
- instant noodles = life.
- bring tupperware and hide it in your backpack so you can sneak food out of the dining commons.
- don’t go to parties if you don’t like them.
- don’t drink any hard liquor that comes from a plastic handle.
- you should not be with friends that try to convince you to violate your morals.
- conversely, you should also not be with friends that judge you if you don’t share their morals.
- always. use. the. buddy. system.
- if someone passes out/falls asleep, lay them on their side, not their back. that way, if they throw up, they won’t choke.
- if you get to the point where you need an ambulance because of all of the drugs/alcohol you ingested, tell the medic the truth about the substances you took. they’re not interested in putting you in jail; they’re just trying to save your fucking life. (I can personally attest to this.)
- make sure the change your privacy settings on facebook if you don’t want your family seeing pictures of you with alcohol in the background, dressed promiscuously, etc. some friends don’t ask before putting up/tagging you in pictures.
- to someone that has never had sex, it seems like everyone is having sex all the time and that’s all that matters, but trust me when I say that’s the furthest thing from the truth. don’t let the pressure get to you.
- use condoms even if you’re on birth control to protect from STDs.
- try to take a sex ed/human sexuality class. (the one I took was offered through the sociology department.) in universities as opposed to high school, the sex ed is more comprehensive, usually covers queer relationships (mine did), and does not teach from an abstinence-only POV. they’re very helpful even for those who have had a lot of experience.
- don’t expect people you hook up with at parties to be anything more than that - hookups.
- abstaining from sex doesn’t make you any better than someone who fucks a new person every weekend and being sexually active doesn’t make you “cooler” and someone who has never had sex. remember that.
- don’t use flavored condoms for penetrative sex; you could get a yeast infection. flavored condoms are meant for oral sex only.
- speaking of condoms, it’s really easy to get them for free. student health hands them
out like candy the first couple weeks of school.
- get tested first if you and your partner want to have unprotected sex. seriously.
free free to message me any more questions you might have about college/uni. I’d be happy to help/share from my personal experience or elaborate on anything I’ve said here. reblog and add more tips if you have them; I’m sure i haven’t thought of everything. have a great upcoming school year, freshmen!
“Morrigan has every right to explain to your Dalish Inquisitor who Mythal is, since Mythal is her mother”
*rubs temples* *deep breath*
She doesn’t find out until LATER who her mother is (and “is” is even a strong word here - Flemeth carries Mythal “with her”, and they aren’t QUITE the exact same person - Flemeth is still Flemeth, just bonded to Mythal enough to blur the lines a bit)
And she, in this scene
I’m referring in my comic people are saying this about, is JUST explaining who Mythal is in general, not some kind of big secret the Dalish didn’t know - and your
Inquisitor has a damn dialogue option to ask “who is that” because
apparently Bioware just kinda dropped the ball there (my Dalish had Mythal’s fuckin’ vallaslin* and she’s gonna ask a shem WHO MYTHAL IS?)
Those who are
commenting on this comic with “but that’s her mom” OKAY? SHE doesn’t
know that, she just goes on about how she (and later Flemeth) know more
about elves than you do and if you try to call them out on not SHARING
that knowledge they just kinda blow you off and the topic never comes up
again… same with Solas, really. “I know more than the Dalish” “Well okay, we’re trying to KNOW more, so how about sharing some of that history so we can be better” “Nah, I’ll just continue to look down on you for getting history wrong and not bother correcting or helping you in any way”
seriously dropped the ball on non-human races in Inquisition, as much
as I adore the game (another example, how the fuck is your dwarf inquisitor not screaming “WTF” at Solas for chatting casually in a dream… you know, DREAM… dreaming… the thing dwarves don’t do)
The Dalish don’t know as much as they should? Yeah
okay, but people like Flemeth and Solas and Morrigan keep the knowledge
to themselves while mocking the Dalish for not knowing any better. HOW
COULD THEY KNOW ANY BETTER? They have actively had their history RIPPED away from them,
both by Fen'Harel and the Chantry, and the VERY few characters who have
any knowledge of elven history keep it to themselves while having a
laugh at the Dalish who are trying their fucking hardest to keep
ANYTHING about their history they can find
I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THEDAS OKAY?
(*PS the whole “well the vallaslin are slave markings so the dalish are stupid” falls under this rant, because guess who knows that? Solas. Guess who he tells? His elven girlfriend. NO ONE ELSE. Even if you are a Dalish with FULL approval from Solas, total BFFs, he doesn’t fucking tell you what the vallaslin used to be unless you’re romantically involved. HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT)
I’m so baffled by the way game media treated Mass Effect: Andromeda. I get that it needs polish but come on.
I put 74 hours into the game and it never once broke down on me or went ridiculous with any bugs or glitches. The facial animations could be better and it has the typical dialogue bugs from any game with so much in it.
But to see the way some people act like it’s unplayable is ridiculous. I have played it, a lot of it, and enjoyed the hell out of it.
"You're such a bitch" chloenette for the writing prompt please if your still taking requests
Authors note: I am so excited that I have multiple Chloenette and Ladybee promts in this challenge so I can explore so many dynamics in this relationship! For this one, I had to go with humor ^_^ (For those looking for romantic Chloenette don’t worry, it’s coming)
“Chloe, what are you doing?” Marinette asked as she stared at girl who was currently lounging in Alya’s seat.
“I’m sitting next to my best friend of course!” She smiled, patting the desk beside her, “Cesaire can sit over there. Isn’t that right Sabrina?” she called to her usual partner in crime.
“Of course! Whatever you think is best Chloe. I’m so excited we are getting new friends!” Sabrina grinned manically, giving Marinette an energetic wave.
Marinette slide into her seat. “What did you tell her?” she hissed, “I thought we were clear yesterday that a secret identity needs to be kept a secret!”
Of all the people to possibly find out about her alter ego, it had to be Chloe.
“Of course I didn’t tell her about… you know… I just told her that you and I ran into each other at a cafe and hashed out our differences,” Chloe whispered back. “So I was thinking we should go shopping together after class.”
“Why would you tell Sabrina that?” Marinette asked, praying that she could get this whole mess sorted out before Alya and Nino showed up. If she was lucky maybe today they would have one of their morning make out sessions and come racing in seconds before the bell.
“Well Sabrina is my best friend, I had to tell her something! Especially since we are going to be spending so much time together now. I didn’t want her freaking out and going all… invisible again.”
“What… time togeth… what are you talking about?”
Chloe gave her a pitying smile, “Oh silly, you don’t have to pretend anymore. I know you have to keep up the whole lame, clumsy persona so that people don’t figure out your secret, but you don’t have to hide from me! I’m your best friend!”
“No you’re really not.”
“And I know you better than anyone.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“and just think, now you can be yourself around someone! Because we are truly together now. It’s like destiny. Me and Ladybug, just like it was always meant to be. And you know you can even act like less of a spaz and everyone will just assume that it’s because our friendship has made you that much cooler, and no one will suspect that it’s just your true self shining through.”
“Could this get any worse?”
“Chloe?” a new voice interrupted. “What are you doing in Alya’s seat?”
Apparently it could get worse, because Marinette looked up to see Adrien, looking confused, standing next to his own place in front of her. Great.
“Oh Adrikins! Marinette and I have decided to become best friends. It’s alright if I bring her with me for our monthly movie night on Thursday right?”
“Sure, I guess…” Adrien said still looking like he was expecting to wake up any second to find the whole conversation was a dream. Or maybe Marinette was projecting.
“I was thinking we could all go shopping first,” Chloe continued obliviously, “or maybe manicures because really Marinette we should do something about your poor nails. Oh! Before I forget- selfie!” She pulled out her phone, slinging an arm around Marinette shoulder and giving the camera a brilliant grin. Marinette scowled, then flushed self consciously when she noticed Adrien staring at them both with a strange, searching expression.
“Sorry!” Adrien said, shaking his head when he realized he had been caught staring, “deja vu… anyways I am glad you two are getting along now, it will be fun to all hang out together.” He gave them both an encouraging smile and slipped into his own seat, pulling out his phone.
Marinette sighed, slumping down in her chair. At least something good might come out of this. It seemed that Chloe was finally going to stop trying to ruin her already disastrous attempts to spend time with Adrien.
“So where should be go for lunch?” Chloe asked.
“Chloe, we are not going to lunch together,” Marinette said trying to channel her mother’s firm but quiet tone. “We are not best friends, and you need to go back to your seat, preferably before Alya gets here.”
“But you’re Ladybug.”
“Yes, but I am also Marinette. You know, the girl you picked on mercilessly for the last 5 years?”
“I know and I forgive you for that.”
“Chloe,” Marinette growled, “get out of that seat.”
“God, you’re such a bitch. So anyways I was thinking seafood…”
I woke up today at 2:30 in the afternoon, immediately thinking “GOD I love JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure but I feel strangely frustrated about it right now” so y’all are getting a wall of text about it.
I will forever be disappointed in the way Araki wrote Jotaro before part 6.
I did like Jotaro during parts 3-4 (mainly because a) he’s attractive, b) he’s voiced by Daisuke Ono, and c) his assholeish/badass moments were so tropey and over-the-top that it was amusing) but I never truly LIKED him as a character until part 6, when we saw how his stoicism and overpowered stand completely backfired on him and made him weak and more realistic.
Most of his character before part 6 consists of random quirks that made him a tiny bit more interesting than just a typical “jerk with good intentions” archetype: he likes the ocean, he fusses a lot over his clothes, he’s a bit softer towards children, etc. But he barely got any depth in terms of his character or just how he felt about the shit that was happening to him, because Araki either doesn’t write out his thoughts (and when he does, he’s just thinking about how to get out of the situation he’s currently in, like “when DIO resumes time I’ll beat the shit out of him!!”) or just skips over the parts where Jotaro might’ve had some genuine feelings about something other than getting angry, profusely sweating, or going “yare yare daze.”
Jotaro could’ve been so much better as a character if only Araki paid less attention to him being badass and more attention to how he felt on the inside. Seriously, part 3 is about him as a 17-year-old boy going through all this heavy shit like his mom being on the verge of death and half of his squad dying, yet his reaction to any of this was just a zoom in to his face and him going “tch.” You could argue that this was his thing, that he’s supposed to be inexpressive, and that little reactions like this were how he showed he cared, but listen: clearly this didn’t work out because half the fanbase thinks he’s a stale piece of bread because of how stoic he is.
There’s just so many things that Araki left open that would’ve given him some much-needed characterization:
Was he ever concerned that any member of their party could die at any time?
Since he and Kakyoin were both Japanese high schoolers, how close was their friendship?
Did he ever see Kakyoin’s corpse after the SPW foundation recovered it?
When he went back to school, did people ever ask him where Kakyoin went?
How does he feel about owning the same stand that killed Kakyoin and almost killed Joseph?
How does his relationship with Holly improve after part 3? Did he ever apologize to her?
What was his relationship with his dad and do they ever see each other again?
How close did he and Polnareff get after the Egypt stuff, since they were the only crusaders left other than Joseph who was becoming old and fading?
How did he feel when Polnareff was “killed” by Diavolo?
Did he ever learn that Polnareff was alive the whole time but is now trapped inside a turtle as a spirit for the rest of eternity?
How did he meet his wife and why did he marry her?
What was he feeling when Jolyne was born?
TL;DR Jotaro is the poster boy of JJBA so he should have and could have been the best JoJo in my eyes, but he wasn’t, and for a teenager who can’t write for shit I have unreasonably high and unrealistic expectations for a manga about dudes fighting each other with punchghosts that was literally written as it was being published weekly.
Me to myself after writing this and feeling like an absolute fool:
So, I'm starting to write a collection of Superhero AU prompts and, I know your entire blog is basically prompts but....I was wondering could I get your opinion? You don't have to! It's perfectly fine! I just wondered if I could tell and if you had any suggestions? I mean the real ones I have are : Take better care of yourself!AU I'm the hero don't tell me to take care of myself!AU and You realise your hand is gonna hit the self destruction button like always? AU jokes on you hero,no button.
I freaking love superhero AUs. I know I have probably said this multiple times by now, but guys, seriously, I live for superhero AUs. Superhero/Villain dynamics is like, my weakness. I would be honored to toss in some au prompts for you!
1. We used to be a partners but we got in a fight so you became a super villain but I know you hate being ‘evil’ and I know you are only doing it to spite me AU
2. I thought the Hero was supposed to leave the villain to die, but here we are, you awkwardly sitting beside me in the hospital with a bouquet of flowers and a ‘get well soon’ teddy bear AU
3. You did what to my suit!?! . AU
4. My dog/cat keeps running away and you keep finding them and I know you are technically my arch-nemesis but I think my pets in love with you??? AU
5. I have been trying to find your civilian identity for years and it turns out you work at my kids school. How is the biggest villain in this city a school teacher?? AU
6. I know you are just trying to do your whole villain thing, but do you think you could like, not for once? I’d really like to enjoy my day off. AU
7. Who would have thought I’d be set up on a blind date with my biggest enemy. AU
8. Some journalist got a photograph of me saving your life instead of trying to kill you for once, and now half the city thinks we are secretly dating and I don’t know what to do. AU
9. I know this is kind of weird considering, you know, we hate each-other but could you pretend to date me for a night? You’re the only person I know that my friends won’t recognize and I don’t want them to figure out that I lied. AU
10. I dont like this person, you don’t like this person. I know were like, sworn enemies, but what would you think about teaming up just to take them out? AU
I hope you like them! If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to contact me!
Summary: You meet Kihyun in psychology class and can’t stand him. Outside of class is a different story.
Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author. I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.
rebelcaptain sharing a dessert (I know you just wrote something for me feel free to ignore but I figured I'd send this anyway ;)
Thanks also to the anon who requested something similar to this!
It’s rare that there’s good food on base, but Princess Leia’s birthday seems as good an excuse as any. Or at least, it seems that way to Luke, who bribes someone to make a cake. Less so to Leia, who scowls about how she never told anyone her birthday to begin with, and less so to Han, who grumpily tries to pretend the cake was half his idea.
Cassian really couldn’t care one way or the other. But if a princess demands that you eat her birthday cake, you eat her birthday cake.
He’s sitting with Bodhi, attempting to drown out Han prattling on about something in the corner, when Jyn takes a seat opposite them.
“What are you doing?” she asks. Bodhi, his mouth completely full with a too-big bite of cake, just points down at his plate happily.
“It’s the Princess’s birthday,” Cassian translates. “Want some?”
And then, without even thinking about it, he extends his fork across the table to hover in front of her mouth.
He immediately regrets it. There’s something entirely too intimate about the gesture, and with the way Jyn’s staring wide-eyed back at him, she must agree. Even Bodhi’s gaping at them, cheeks rounded with cake.
He considers stealing back the fork, but that feels disastrous, too, like an acknowledgement of what messy territory he’s inadvertently crossed into. If he acts like it’s no big deal, he can at least preserve some semblance of dignity.
He waves the fork a smidge, as though to communicate this is normal, I do this all the time.
Which of course he doesn’t, because his longest friend is a droid who a) doesn’t eat, and b) frequently whines about how sugar corrodes the human immune intestines, but still.
After a painfully long beat, Jyn glances down at the fork. And then, in what feels like slow motion, she leans forward, opens her mouth, and takes a gentle bite.
It would be absolutely ridiculous—not to mention inappropriate—to find this hot. And yet.
“Any good?” he asks, his voice crackling.
She nods. She runs her tongue across her lips, swiping the extra crumbs, and seriously, Cassian needs to get a damn grip.
“Do you want the rest?” he asks, gesturing to his plate, because really and truly, his brain has stopped functioning.
She raises an eyebrow. “Or I could just get my own.”
She stands, moving for the table over where Leia has now raised herself to her tiptoes to better yell at Han, and Cassian sinks back into his seat.
He glances at Bodhi, who has yet to swallow that piece of cake. Bodhi blinks back at him.
“Eat,” Cassian barks, a little more forcefully than intended.
Bodhi swallows and then immediately starts coughing.
Cassian sighs, pats him on the back. He slides his half-finished piece of cake towards Bodhi both as a silent apology and as an excuse to leave the room before Jyn gets back.
Which is, quite honestly, pathetic. But that’s a problem for another day.
congrats on 1.5k Mel!!!! 🎉💜 i love your writing and I have a prompt for you: bellarke soulmates au where the first words they say to you are tattoed on your body. person A: I can't believe dumbledore dies! person B: really? at a midnight release, asshole? I don't mind who's who. thanks 😌
ahhh thank you Scarlet <3 tagging @cabeswaterblakes too just to make sure you get your fic!
As far as the whole soulmates thing goes, Bellamy’s never been much of a believer.
It’s just kind of hard to see the point, really. His mother didn’t seem to care much when she had him with a guy who wasn’t her soulmate and, as far as Bellamy can tell, took off as soon as he could get his shoes on. She certainly didn’t seem to care much either when she decided to have a second kid with some other random, who knocked her up and got cold feet a mere month before Octavia was born.
Unfortunate life circumstances aside, he supposes the bulk of his disbelief stems from impracticality. There’s just too much logistical baggage to worry about. Like, what if this person’s supposed to be the one person meant for you, but they’re already married to someone else? What if you meet your soulmate on some completely off chance in a foreign city, and then find out that the two of you live thousands of miles apart? What if something happens — an accident or an unexpected tragedy or something — that changes who they are beyond repair or recourse?
Or — and this is, without a doubt, miles worse — what if you’re like his sister, Octavia, and all you have written on your palm is a simple ‘hi’?
That’s it. ‘Hi’.
Octavia could literally have a thousand soulmates. That’s fucking terrifying.
(She insists that she’ll know when it’s the right person. The right ‘hi’, out of the millions she’s bound to hear throughout her life. She’s just gonna know, some way, somehow. And he’s the crazy one for being skeptical.)
She’s always told him he’s an idiot, simply for having rational concerns. Yeah, well, it’s not like she’s ever had to deal with the words ‘Really? At a midnight release, asshole?’ emblazoned across the inside of her forearm in loopy cursive.
“A midnight release, Bell,” she’d say to him whenever he grumbled, grabbing his wrist to point emphatically at the words. “You know where you’re going to meet your soulmate. You know when, too! Don’t you realise how lucky you are?”
Lucky. Yeah, right. Tell that to all the mothers tutting disapprovingly at twelve-year-old him, ushering their kids away like he’s got a myriad of other swear words tattooed all over the rest of his body.
(Why the fuck did he have to get such a fucking foul-mouthed soulmate?!)
And yet, for all his disbelief, it doesn’t quite stop his stomach from turning discomforting little flips whenever he goes to a midnight release for anything, whether it’s a book or a movie or a stupid video game.
Even so, here he is, twenty-three years old, with dozens of midnight releases under his belt, and — nope. Still no soulmate.
It’s a good thing, he supposes. The longer his soulmate takes to show up, the longer he has to gather rational, concrete evidence against this whole melodramatic affair of a genetic arrangement. By the time he does meet his soulmate, he’s pretty sure he’ll be fully capable of presenting a solid argument on why both of them deserve to be let off this very stupid hook.
In the meantime, he can focus on all the other things in his life.
Stuff that’s actually important.
Stuff like the upcoming release of the latest Harry Potter movie.
Request: Could you do something where reader is an agent of some kind and she is supposed to be a bodyguard for a specific person (jimin or hoseok plz) and then there was an attack of some kind and then she protects them but not without getting like seriously hurt in the process. And maybe they had also grown close and fond of each other?
It was the day of the boy’s biggest concert and you were ordered to direct them through the airport safely. Everyone kept telling you that it would be a bad idea to become a body guard due to your gender but you weren’t one to listen. It was sexist to think that you couldn’t do as good or better of a job than any of the male staff could. You had been working with Bangtan for a while but never spared much conversation since you were usually involved in high stress situations but you didn’t mind. They were all very sweet to the staff members and you really had no complaints to be made.
As per usual, you walked over to the opening of their plane, waiting to escort the member you were assigned to you. Hoseok comes off the plane with a huge, contagious smile on his face.
“Good morning, Hoseok”
You couldn’t help but give back a smile.
“Good Morning, Y/N. Did you get a chance to eat this morning? It’s really early for you to be out here.”
You nodded, lying.
“Yeah, i’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m more worried about you. We do this pretty often but some of those girls are rough..i’m surprised they call themselves fans when they treat you like that.”
He gave a shrug, walking along side of you. You could see why all these fans were obsessed with them, looking as gorgeous as they did and being as sweet as they were. You wondered if you would would be a fan if you weren’t working along side of them.
“I’m sure they mean well..” He said, sighing. You could tell it bothered him but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. There would always be those sort of crazy people out there and he knew it came with their sudden popularity. Nonetheless you stayed close to him as you approached the uproar of fans. There were cameras flashing everywhere, fans already screaming, and people pushing to get closer all around. You kept a distance between you and Hoseok but made sure nobody went past your arms.
“Jhope! Look over here!” fans called.
He glanced down at you a few times to check on you and when you made eye contact he gave another warm smile. As the end of the airport walk was approaching you stopped the group of members at the road, looking for the van that was supposed to pick them up. You searched around for it when you didn’t see it in sight and one of the fans shoved you out of the way to get a picture, plunging you into the road. You knees scraped the concrete under you and all you could remember was the headlights of an oncoming car with the sounds of gasps and screams from the sidelines.
The warm feeling covering your hand was the next thing you noticed, your eyes still closed as you moved around in the bed. Voices could be heard but you weren’t even paying attention, squeezing the hand of the person holding yours.
“She’s awake!” Hoseok yelled at the nurse who rushed out of the hospital room.
You winced at how bright the lights were, looking around.
“…Hoseok..? Why am-ow, ow, ow.” The sharp pain of your side took over your will to speak.
“Please don’t move. The doctor said you broke 2 of your ribs when the car hit you.”
The look of sheer worry in his eyes made you feel guilty for letting this happen in the first place. Although when you realized you were still holding his hand you pulled yours away.
“I’m okay, It just hurts to sit up. Shouldn’t you be at rehearsal for tonight?”
“I told them I wasn’t leaving your side until I knew you were okay. You got hurt because of me….”
“Hoseok that’s not your fault, I was doing my job-”
“Why do you do it?” Hoseok blurted.
“Choose to protect us. I don’t like seeing you get hurt even if it is for us.”
You let out a sigh, knowing where this was going.
“Because I care about you guys. When I met you guys for the first time I thought you were all politer than the other celebrities I worked with. You were all so passionate about work and it was admirable. If I could do anything to help you guys I wanted to be there for it even if we don’t even have conversations. In a weird way you guys motivated me to do even better.”
He let a small smile show but he still didn’t like seeing you do this to yourself.
“Maybe you could stick by our side without getting hurt?”
“I can’t be a stylist. I’m awful at that sort of thing, you already have a manager, and plus I’m fine where I am now. I’m happy doing this.”
Hoseok nodded, not trying to convince you to quit.
“I feel bad though. All of you know so much about us but we don’t get the time to get to know you. Since i’m here you can tell me more about yourself Y/N. Do you have a boyfriend?”
You immediately started to blush.
“W-why is that your first question? No, I don’t.”
He smirked, seeing you get flustered. He sat closer to the bed, leaning his elbow on the side next to your arm.
“Aw why not? You’re pretty, strong, protective, and going off the minor conversations we’ve had you’re really smart. Is work too much for you?”
“…I just don’t have one…right now..” You said, quietly.
He burst out laughing.
“I’m just teasing you, Y/N. But you are all of those things.”
Hearing the compliments from him made your face feel hot but you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If fans even caught a glimpse of this conversation there would be never ending controversy. Plus he was wasting time with you here when he should be practicing.
“Listen, I’m really okay. You should go catch up with the rest of them.”
His hand went over to hold yours once more as he brought it up to his lips. You froze in your place, watching his face.
“I’m the best dancer in the group, if anyone needs practice it’s them. I’ll go back in time for the concert so for now i’m going to be here with you.”
The sincerity in his voice easily made you cave.
“Why do you care so much…?” You suddenly, blurted.
For a minute he sat there thinking about his answer but eventually said, “I feel like if you were in my place you’d do the same for me.”
It wasn’t completely false. You would have stayed along side of him if he got hit by a car due to a fan’s carelessness but you would have stayed by his side for any reason and he knew that.
“What about you then? What secrets are you hiding that you want me to know?”
Hoseok’s face lit up as he told you stories about the members that you would have never known, cracking up at how ridiculous and exciting it must be in the household with them. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying talking to you and above everything else it made you happy. It must have been hard for him to make friends like this once he started to become famous so he was so enthusiastic about making one. You could honestly listen to him speak for hours, watching him become entertained by his own stories, and moving his hands around a lot while he explained the situations. It was evident to you now just how easy it was to fall for someone like him. Every word that came from him was actual sincerity and his attitude was nothing but sweet. You started to grow your own smile on your face and he stopped mid sentence.
“What is it?”
You shook your head.
“Nothing. I’m just happy I get to talk to you.”
Hoseok pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“You can always talk to me whenever you want. Where’s your phone? I’ll add my number to it..”
“It’s in my pocket. What should I save your name as?” You asked, amused.
He reached out and grabbed your phone, adding his number to your contacts. He flashed you a glimpse of your contact for him, giggling. It read: Hobi~♥♥♥♥!!
You burst out laughing.
“isn’t that a bit ridiculous? What if someone see’s that?”
“Then they can talk to me if they have a problem with it.” Hoseok stated, proudly.
As you both slowly stopped laughing he looked up at you. You felt nervous having him staring at you so much but didn’t stop him. He bit his lip, looking as if he had something on his mind but he didn’t say it out loud. You should have stopped yourself there. It was extremely unprofessional to continue to flirt with him but your mind was set on the boy sitting in front of you. To you he wasn’t the extremely skilled dancer and rapper by the name of J-hope. It was just the handsome and talented Jung Hoseok.
“…I wish it wasn’t like this.” You admitted, letting it slip from your mouth before you could stop yourself. It seemed like self control wasn’t your strong suit today.
Hoseok leaned his head on his arm, tilting it slightly to maintain eye contact with you.
“n-nothing…I shouldn’t have said that…”
“You wish it wasn’t like the way it was? Me being in a group while you were a staff member? Yeah, I thought about that too. I wanted to talk to you every time you were assigned to me but I was afraid of getting you in trouble. I even got a little jealous watching you with the other members. It’s dumb but there are benefits of you being a member of our staff too.” He spilled.
“..You like me?”
He sat up straight, dramatically putting his hand over his chest.
“You didn’t even notice? Wow. I’m hurt, Y/N.” He said, joking around.
“How am I suppose to notice when you never spoke more than a few words to me?
Hoseok pretended as if his heart was hurting, clenching his shirt and groaning.
“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, if I said I liked you too will you stop already? It hurts to laugh.” You giggled.
He instantly acted as if nothing happened, siting back up with a new smile on his face.
“How about a dat-”
“Jhope! It’s time to go already. If we don’t leave now we’re gonna be stuck in traffic and you won’t make it to the concert. I stalled enough for you so please just come with me without a fight.” The manager begged.
Hoseok nodded, standing up from his place.
“Yes, I’m coming.”
Before he completely stepped out of the room he stopped to look back at you one more time.
“Don’t forget you have my number. I’ll come back to check on you after the concert.”
“Alright, hurry before you’re late.”
With one last smile he left the room, leaving you in there alone with your thoughts. You face instantly became red thinking about what just happened and you held back the screaming fit you almost threw out of happiness. You finally had a shot.
I DON’T KNOW. I had so many expectations for this one but it just ended up like this. :-( I wish it were better. On to the next one!
He is always a needy baby, but even more so when sick. Not like it’s a problem.
You’re immersed in your work when you hear him step into the home office, his feet shuffling across the carpet. You make a noise of acknowledgment, not looking away from your laptop screen.
“I don’t really feel well,” he says. That catches your attention.
“Oh?” you reply, glancing up at him to give him a once-over. “That’s not good.”
“I don’t think it’s a big deal.” He shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. He looks normal, you think at first glance, but his face is a shade lighter. You frown, and he continues. “Probably just one of those head colds that comes and goes in the same day.”
“Maybe. Or,” you begin, sitting back in your chair, “you could actually be sick.”
Omae is a disrespectful/offensive way of saying "you." As a Ciellizzy shipper I wouldn't exactly like him calling her that :/
This bothers me on so many levels right now so let’s count them:
Here is wikipedia:
Ciel is a freaking brat. Could you imagine him speaking to people in the most polite tone there is? No. Ciel’s simply a rude kid so I like that pronoun for him. But even if we say it’s not the politest “you”, it’s still not the end of the world, right? I doubt he speaks like that to more influencial people tho, @akumadeenglish? Anyway, it’s not like calling Lizzy “omae” would indicate him trying to be rude to her. It says more about Ciel himself I think.
NOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! You’ve probably read this above already but I feel like pointing it out: a very casual relationship with someone you’re very close to? Like for example…your fiancee whom you grew up with? I totally love this because on top of allowing him to express his big ego the pronoun also indicates he and Lizzy are close. I must say this is almost the main reason I am bothered with your ask. If he were to address her more politely it’d be because he’d have to be worried she’d take him to be rude. But she doesn’t. Elizabeth is fine with her Ciel saying “omae” to her. It’s just super casual like he can be himself. I am also not quite sure how rude it really is. Like, anime gives a lot of room for speach patterns of all kinds and even there you can see them contemplate about each other’s use of pronouns and honorifics and such. In the end of the day, isn’t “omae” just “you” without any extras? Japanese people seem to be very sensitive there already… like when you walk up to a stranger and call them by their name without any honorifics… It seems to be such a big deal in their culture…Weird. XD But in that way it suits them, right? Ciel and Elizabeth are so close. Ciel and Elizabeth don’t use honorifics for each other either so “omae” makes sense, right? @akumadeenglish, correct me if I’m wrong please, I’m only speaking from my anime experience. (Oh my God, how did I end up here? XD)
Bam baem BAM BAAAAAAAAM~ Tell me again that as a shipper you wouldn’t exactly like him to call her that. Tell me again, now’s your chance! XD Seriously, I didn’t know that either before this topic came up. THIS IS SO COOL! Acknowledgement for the ship. God bless. Japanese is so weird and so much fun! X3
I kind of love how that pronoun suits them so perfectly, how much better could it possibly get?
But now I have to come to my main reason to be upset:
He calls her “omae” here too in the original. Does it really matter what word he uses? Like, this is what Ciel thinks of her: the girl he will protect at any cost. How could it possibly matter to anyone if Ciel were to address her with a rude pronoun!? It is simply beyond me how that could ever matter! I don’t understand what’s the big deal about it. Even if he actually were to address her rudely,which he doesn’t do, this is what his actions say. Do you as a shipper think the pronoun would actually matter compared to this?
…I feel I’ve gotten lost in a rant. Feel free to point out to me how much shit I just threw together here. Have fun. XD
Hey guys ! I would give you a crappy excuse as to why I never update, but I’m just a graduating senior so ya’ll should understand lol. But, because I felt bad (also had extra inspiration) I added a bonus to this one. Enjoy reading folks :)
(also why does Hongseok have so many cute gifs it was soo hard to pick :/)
that guy that you see every Tuesday and Thursday at the gym? THATS YANG HONGSEOK 4 U
It’s easy to tell by his appearance that he’s a sweet guy not ur typical muscle guy
Like it’s obvious he’s down to earth he dedicates his time to school, his job teaching little kids english and chinese, and working out ikr so ideal
Typical guy that literally everyone has heart eyes 4. Your sister? Yep. Your grandma? Yep. Even ur brother. Hongseok is just a 20/10 kind of guy
Ofc his friends give him shit for it (they’re slightly jealous but they would never tell him that)
Esp his friends hui and edawn
As a competition they tried to see who could get the most “jacked” in a week
Let’s just say it didn’t go well…
So, as you could expect, hongseok encouraged hui and edawn as they traded spots lifting every 2.3 minutes
But edawn screamed his lungs out after about dropping the weight on his chest cuz hui didn’t spot him (see that gym terminology yo i’m cool af)
He literally continued to encourage them as they looked like dumb and dumber he’s that nice
‘gee thanks hannah i could not have arrived at this conclusion by myself’
no but seriously the only way to get better at writing is to do it. i started out by just rewriting stories i loved with my own characters. like not even intentionally, it was just what i wanted to do so i did it.
writing fanfiction can help get you into the rhythm of writing stories. it’s good for practising stuff like characterisation and dialogue, but it’s a whole different beast to original fiction.
aaaaaand read! reading voraciously. different genres, in and out of your comfort zone. learn what you like and what you don’t like. pick apart your favourite books to figure out what you like most about them - characters, character traits, sentence style, plots, tropes.if you don’t like something, interrogate yourself about why. you learn as much about writing from reading other people’s attempts as you do from doing it yourself.
and don’t be too hard on yourself. no one ever picked up a skill the day they decided to give it a shot. writing is work, it requires time and effort and practice, but you are capable of all those things <3
i added one direction to this, if y’all don’t mind xD i listened to their stuff a while back, like, when i was still an overly angsty teen xD i listened to that All of Me song and i swear i’ve heard it a few times >3< it’s rlly good. anyway, here’s some fluff and humour ;D
(srsly just kill me)
Kakashi Carrying His Completely Shitfaced S/O Home, Coaxing Him Into Singing Love Songs With Them
Her footwork was sloppy, but this was hardly the first time
this has happened. It’s happened a few times, but not like this, not to the
point where she was singing love songs in Kakashi’s ear. He was hardly any
better off, however, his own footwork slightly sloppy. He wasn’t a fan of
getting drunk, but with ____, he’d feel a little numb. Not… Completely
shitfaced like ____ was.
Walking side by side with a drunk person was difficult to
do; harder still when both people are drunk.
“Oh, come on, Kashi…” Her breath was hot on his neck as she
placed gentle, albeit sloppy kisses. Kakashi didn’t respond, instead listening
to her out-of-tune singing. “Cause after all~”
“You’re my wonderwall~” She continued singing. It was horrible,
but, seriously, could Kakashi do any better when he was drunk? “Oh, come on,
Kashi, sing with me~”
“No…” Kakashi’s own slightly
drunk grin was taking hold on his lips. “Besides, I-I’m horrible at singing…”
“So am I!” Her head perked up.
Neither of them were great at singing, but that hardly stopped ____, especially
when she was as shitfaced as she was now.
Kakashi let out a deep groan as
they continued down the street, well-lit enough for them to find their way
properly. It hardly mattered, however, since their drunken steps were making it
seem like they were wading in darkness.
“Jus’ a few lines?” ____ pleaded.
Kakashi rolled his eyes, not
wanting to give in to his girlfriend’s pleas for drunken singing.
After a few moments of her
jumbled words, he heard words fall from his lips, words he’d never thought of
“Baby, you light up my world like
nobody else…” His voice was the perfect line between “Just beginning to slur”
and “Still absolutely crystal clear”.
“Yeah!” ____ laughed, her eyes
bright as Kakashi finally gave in and began to sing. “Th’way that you flip your
hair gets me overwhelmed~”
“But when y’smile at the ground
it ain’t hard to tell…” Kakashi couldn’t believe what was falling from his
lips. ____ was a drunken influence on him.
“You don’t know~” ____ sang,
still eliciting a few giggles.
“You don’t know just how much I love
you…” Kakashi thought those were the right lyrics, and not caring if they weren’t.
____’s immediate response proved that the lyrics were wrong; still, he didn’t
“You got them wrong, Kashi~!” She
laughed as Kakashi picked her up, moving faster to their home.
Kakashi felt a bit better after
singing that. It wasn’t what he would normally do, but ____ looked like she was
having a grand time, so he joined in.
Kakashi was on his way to the
Hokage Mansion, the next morning, when Gai came running up. If he didn’t have
to “Hokage” today, he wouldn’t; his head was pounding, the sun was like a
devil. ____ this is your fault…
“Kakashi!” Gai finally caught up
with the hungover Hokage. He dragged his feet, his back slouched, his arms
heavy like lead. “Hungover from last night’s party?”
“Shush…” Kakashi pleaded.
“By the way…” Gai’s voice lowered
a bit. “Were you singing love songs with ____ last night?”
“Shut up.” Kakashi rolled his
eyes, deeming it a bad decision when his head felt worse for wear.
“I didn’t know you could sing, ‘Kashi.”
Gai teased him further.
Kakashi didn’t say anything, but
the embarrassment riding right through his mask spoke volumes. More than half
of him was embarrassed about last night, but he was also pleased.