no idol deserves to work hard, only to be called the “korean/asian version” of an american celebrity.

no group should have to be underrated.

no soloist should be harassed if they left their group on good terms.

no idol deserves to be called fat/ugly.

no idol with an idol sibling should have to be referred to as “sibling of [more famous sibling].”

no group or idol deserves something minor/already resolved held over their heads.

no idol should be told they should leave their group if they are on good terms with their group.

no idol should have to be constantly overshadowed by another member of the group.

no darker-skinned idol deserves to be told their natural skin tone isn’t attractive.

no female idol should be slut shamed.

no idol under 18 deserves to be perved on by older fans.

no idol should be shamed for not fitting korean beauty standards.

no idol should be shamed for getting plastic surgery. it’s their face/body, it’s their decision.

no idol deserves mistreatment from their company, other idols, or their fans.

Color Adjusting for POC with PSDs Made for White People

Since there aren’t half as many PSDs or coloring tutorials designed for POC, I figured a better way is to show people how to adjust the PSDs or techniques they already have on hand instead.

Things we will look at:

  1. How to recognize white washed POC**
  2. How to fix it

I’ve divided it into 3 parts under the cut :D

**This is also for people who reblog things and want to know what is and isn’t white washing

Keep reading


NB! Managed to fix the unsightly glitch related to eyebrows with my previous version! Please re-download the fixed one!

A simple and subtle realistic overlay for all your sim needs! It is base game compatible and should fit most, if not all, natural skin tones. These tone changes are extremely subtle, but adds a pleasing effect to faces. It can be found in face details. Let me know if you need me to add more categories so you can mix and match with all your overlays!


Rule #1 - Taeyong x Reader - HighSchool!AU

Requested by: @aesthedick-cheol , sorry for the delay and i hope you and your friend enjoy the request! <3

Word Count: 1381

Trigger Warning: Possibly offensive language, Hints at bullying

Genre: HighSchool!AU, Angst, Semi-fluff

If you wanted a clean reputation at your high school, all you had to do was stay clear of Lee Taeyong.

It was a simple step, the one and only rule to follow.

You still managed to screw that up, but you were not complaining.

He wasn’t a troublemaker. Not in the sense everyone thought, anyway.

Lee Taeyong never picked fights at school or bullied other kids or joined gangs and came into class all beaten up, but he certainly had his own aura about him.

He slept at the back of the class and never turned in any assignments, he never showed up to group projects and still managed to pass his classes, and nobody knew what his grades were, but being asleep in classes all the time never really bodes well for exams anyways.

You had, of course, seen him walk the hallways. He looked intimidating, menacing even, and people stepped out of the way just to clear a path for him.

His sharp features and deadly stares made everyone flinch away in under a second, and conversations completely halted whenever he was around.

He was like a shark, swimming around everyone and not really doing much except terrifying them and keeping them quiet. 

He was like a ghost, appearing at the most random of times and disappearing when nobody notices, his presence overbearing and heavy.

He was fear itself for whatever reason it became attributed to him, people fleeing from the rooms and hallways whenever they felt him come around.

But most of all, he was lonely. Because this entire time, he couldn’t even approach people without having them shy away in discomfort or awkwardly make excuses to avoid being in the same space as he was.

So he became the monster everybody made him out to be, lashing out at anybody who tried to talk to him and burying himself deeper into the shell he had created for himself.

And then you came along.

You had caught his attention before, and it wasn’t exactly hard to notice because you could always feel his gaze burning holes into the back of your head, making you usually more annoyed rather than jittery or uncomfortable.

Your day hadn’t exactly been the best, and this was the last lesson of the day; you were finally getting assigned to your partner for the project that was worth about half of your grade.

When the teacher, however, announced that your partner was to be Lee Taeyong, all you felt was confusion.

So you looked around the classroom, watching some people’s relieved faces when their names were cleared and some other classmates stare at you in horror, and you began to feel dread.

Your eyes landed on a flustered Taeyong, his face tinted a color that was clearly not his natural skin-tone. He quickly averted his eyes, and your confusion grew.

Of all the people you could have ended up with in a class of forty-six, it just had to be Lee Taeyong.

When the bell rang to dismiss everybody, your things were already packed away, and you saw Taeyong hurriedly make his way past you and outside the classroom.

You were absolutely not going to be working on this entire project alone and risking your teamwork grade on some delinquent.

Holding tightly to your backpack, you sprinted right after him and off campus, seeing him bent over to catch his breath at the end of the street and sneaking up on him.

“You’re fast, but I’m definitely faster,” you remarked sourly, slightly heaving.

You had startled him, making him jump a little and trip over his own feet, eyes round and wide.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you,” you said, extending your arm so you could help him up, only to have him scowl at you and shove your hand away, standing up on his own.

“You didn’t scare me. Why are you here? Leave me alone,” he replied, tone venomous.

“Sure, I will as soon as we work out a schedule to meet up for the project,” you answered casually, folding your arms as your tried not to draw back from his intimidating stare.

“You’re going to be one of those people whom I have to painstakingly get rid of?” he was still annoyed.

“You know, for a delinquent, your vocabulary sure isn’t the smallest,” your eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember the stories you had heard about him being the only son of a mafia boss and bullying kids from other schools.

For a second, his facade shattered, and his expression went completely curious as he tilted his head a little to the side. “Delinquent?” he asked lowly, more to himself than to you.

“Yes? Aren’t you the Lee Taeyong who passes classes by getting his father to threaten his teachers with the power of the Yakuza? Or the Lee Taeyong whom everyone is afraid to talk to because he terrorizes middle schoolers across town? Because if not, you two sure look the same.”

His expression wasn’t that of anger or irritation or annoyance.

It was one of hurt and disappointment.

“That’s what people say about me?” he questioned in a broken voice, slowly sitting down at the curb, you feeling guilty and following suit. This was definitely not how you had expected this conversation to go.

“If it makes any difference, I never believed all of it,” you tried to amend your words, realizing the weird looks people were giving you as more students began leaving school grounds.

“But you believed some of it,” he replied sourly, staring at his shoes in disgust.

“I believed what I could see. Like the way you bark at people who try to talk to you or give people death glares if they come so much as five meters away from you.”

“I don’t do-”

“Yes. Yes, you do,” you answered, this time holding his gaze. Not angrily, but deadpanned, proving your point.

He looked away again, rubbing at his arm awkwardly.

“Yeah, well, you get used to it,” he said softly, not daring to look back up at you.

“I know,” you said, smiling sheepishly. “I remember what you were like before. I always thought you were so cool, but then everybody demonized you until you started acting like one.”

That definitely took him by surprise. Maybe it was because he didn’t really talk much to people, or maybe it was because you saw the situation the way it really was.

Or maybe it was just because it’s you, and his cheeks turned a little pink.

You were definitely not oblivious to his little crush. Nobody stares at the back of someone’s head for four months unless they want to date them or kill them, and you were praying it was the former.

“I’m sorry if I behave in a monstrous way,” he spoke, voice strained and eyebrows furrowed, trying not to say the wrong things when someone was finally actually making an effort to talk to him.

“Don’t apologize for acting like a monster, no one ever apologized for treating you like one.”

The more you sat in his presence, the more comfortable you felt. The rumors were sure as hell wrong.

He was trying his hardest not to break down in front of you, a small smile plastered to his face.

“If you hang around me, your reputation is going to get ruined. People will be afraid of you and stop talking to you, and your own friends might even hate you.”

“Does it look like I care?”

“You can’t just say that and throw your social life away, Y/N,” he whined, and in that very moment, you almost couldn’t believe how someone so unreal and soft could be the cause of so much fear.

“Yes I can. I’d rather spend my time with you. We need to work on our project together anyways, no?”

His lips were slightly parted, his expression of disbelief adorable and making you smile, only causing his pink cheeks to darken in hue. He nodded cutely, almost childlike.

“Let’s start over, then, shall we? Hi, I’m Y/N,” you began, smiling sweetly as you extended your arm in greeting.

His smile was breathtakingly beautiful and his hands so delicate and warm.

“Hey, I’m Taeyong.”


Pairing: Draco x Reader

Requested by an anon: Could u do a Draco imagine that consists of Cedric diggory, draco getting jealous, feels, conflict and a load of jealousy? Thank you so much! 

A/N- this was so fun writing OML XD

The impuissant objects residing within the dorm rattle precariously as Draco stomps in, casting his belongings aside as he seethes with unequivocal rage at the scene which he had been graced with only moments ago.

“Having an ickle tantrum, Malfoy?” Theordore Nott taunts provokingly from his lounged perch on his bed; an engraved smirk toying knowingly on his lips.

Draco bares his teeth as he whirls around on Nott, his billowing robes swinging viciously around his ankles. “I’d watch my tongue if I were you, Nott. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time now, would we?” Draco growls in a pernicious manner which has slight trembles running through Nott.

An audible gulp threatens to escape Nott’s throat but he manages to push it down. With a small crack in his superior facade he murmurs, “I’ll take my chances.” Albeit with a tentative brush against his right eye as he remembers Crabbe’s relentless punches. 

Before Draco can pounce on him, however, Blaise Zabini chooses that oportune moment to enter the dormitory with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh. “For the love of Salazar, Draco, kill him if it means so much to you. But tone down on the terrorising a little…Snape’s having to deal with enough traumatised kids as it is.”

“I think I might just do that.” Draco spits as he grips Nott’s collar, completely ignoring the rest of Blaise’s speech.

“Not him you twat, though it would be quite a pleasant show, that irritating Hufflepuff that’s had you wound up since the start of the year. It’d do us all a favour, actually. None of the girls seem to be interested in anyone else. Especially, that Y/N..”

Draco’s hand tightens considerably on Nott’s collar as he glares at Blaise. “B-Blaise!” Nott rasps on the verge of being asphyxiated. 

Blaise clicks his tongue once in annoyance and waves his hand impatiently in Nott’s direction. “Unhand the fool. His cries will only get more agitating.” he says distastefully.

With a grit of his teeth, Draco roughly releases his hold and saunters towards his bed; leaving an oxygen-deprived and thoroughly infuriated Nott in his wake.

Nott’s attempts at insulting Draco are silenced by a swift, bone-chilling glare sent in his direction by Blaise before they can leave his lips. He pushes himself up and strides unsteadily towards the dormitory door. 

“A Hufflepuff has managed to strike the mighty Slytherin Prince’s nerves. My, how he has fallen.” he says croakily but the malice and dryness are still evident, regardless. Before Draco can carry out the deed this time, Nott slams the door shut and hurries down the staircase. 

“Don’t go bursting a vein, Draco.” Blaise drawls boredly as Draco makes to run after him, his face contorted with rage. “Besides, I’m almost certain Crabbe and Goyle are making quick work of him anyway.” 

With a disgruntled grunt, Draco plonks down on his bed and shoves his face in his hands. Memories of the previous day rush through his mind like a predetermined alarm clock signalling his scheduelled torture that his mind has made for him. Replays of Y/N’s adorning laugh as it rings across the courtyard; her hair twirling as the wind rushes through it; the heaviness in his heart and the surges of jealous spite as he watches Diggory lean closer to her; brush locks of her hair behind her ear; hold her; make her smile. All of it.

“We’re going to dinner. Surely you can handle that without breaking anything?” he says with a demeaning tone which rouses Draco out of his anguished reverie. 

“Funny you should make that comment, Blaise. Since it was you who sent various objects flying towards my face because you’re in love with Pansy.” he smirks, self-satisfied and stalks out the door; a sour Blaise following after him. 

Y/N takes her seat at the Hufflepuff table beside Cedric, clad in her vivid Slytherin robes. She’s used to, by now of course, the envious glares and suspicious glances sent her way due to her platonic friendship with Cedric Diggory. However, no one tends to see that particularly important fact. 

She huffs in irritation as Cho Chang and her best friend, Marietta Edgecombe, exchange gossip about her. She wets her lips as she glances around uncomfortably, which is when she catches sight of Draco Malfoy’s apoplectic glare directed at Cedric and her. She inhales sharply at the animosity of it and looks down. Why was he so pissed? Surely she didn’t do anything? They’d been friends for years until she’d seen Pugface Parkinson shove her tongue down his throat and distanced herself. She refuses to believe anything other than the assumption that Draco is probably pissed at her for being friends with a Hufflepuff. Triwizard Champion or not.

Her inward monologue is cut off by Cedric’s soft whisper in her ear and a clasped hand around her own. Multiple shivers run involuntarily down her spine as she nods in agreement with the offer provided to her.

Jealousy pumps fiercely through Draco’s scorching blood stream, making his pulse throb. The stimulus for this acrimonious occurrence was naturally the sight of Y/N being lead out of the Great Hall by a chivalrous Cedric Diggory. His lips whispering sensually in her ear in a manner that was obviously meant to be seductive as he takes her by the hand and exits.

Draco’s hands had been clenched in a vice grip against his lap throughout the whole period of being in the Great Hall and were now painfully stiff and if possible, whiter than his natural skin tone. 

“Are you sure you want to do this Draco? He’s a seventh year. He can turn you into a twig just as easily as you can infuriate the Weasel.” Blaise halts him as Draco clambers out of his seat in a murderous rage equal to that of Milicent Bulstrode’s during her “time of the month.” 

“Like hell I’m going to allow him to touch her.” he growls malevolently. Blaise merely rolls his eyes as Draco dashes towards the exit in a deformatory fashion.

Relieved sighs erupt from the Slytherins but Blaise only chuckles quietly. He’s sure Draco won’t back down now and maybe his best friend can finally be true to himself.

Slamming the doors deafeningly behind him, Draco stomps down the corridor, sending multiple glares at passing students as he goes. The sight that befalls him as he rounds the corner, however, has him stopping short. His palipitating heartbeat faltering ever so slightly for a moment as his sheltered heart gets clenched in a choking grip. In that moment, he can’t seem to breathe. The breath getting trapped in his throat, dissallowing him to respire. But just as quickly as it comes, his heart rate picks up again as a rush of anger beyond anything he has ever felt before surges through his entire being; pounding for release against the restraints of his body. 

They stop in the middle of the corridor, Cedric’s hands resting against her hips as she bites her lips unsurely. Her backs presses gently against the wall as a hand brushes a lock of hair away from her face. “You know I like you, Y/N.” Cedric says with candid confidence.

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut as he leans in. Her mind reeling with unanswered questions and startling hesitation as his lips press against hers. She tenses and her limbs freeze in place. After a few moments, Cedric’s lips coax hers into responding and she does only half conciously. But before she can think to react fully, a voice startles her.

“Having fun?” Draco’s rancorous voice resounds against the walls as he shakes visibly.

A shocked Cedric pulls away to stare at Draco with a raised brow. “As a matter of opinion, I’d say yes.” he replies flatly, neatly ignoring Draco’s malignant aura.

“And how about you, Y/N? It seems to the observer that you’re having quite the time.” A sneer is forced onto his face as Y/N struggles to reply. 

“What’s this all about, Draco?” she says after a few moments of mindless gaping.

“I’d like a word if you wouldn’t mind, Y/N.” Draco emphasises with a harsh glare sent at Cedric. Y/N regards him speculatively for a few moments before relenting and gesturing to the courtyard. 

She silences Cedric with an abrupt shake of her head and says, “I can handle myself, Ced. I won’t be long. Go to your Common Room and I’ll be there in a moment.” 

Cedric glances between the two of them with suspicion and worry before begrudgingly doing as she says. “If you do anything to her I won’t hesitate in murdering you, understand?” he growls at Draco but doesn’t wait for a reply before stalking off.

Upon entering the secluded courtyard, Draco instantly finds that telling Y/N the truth may be more challenging than he originally thought. 

With a huff Y/N faces him and folds her arms across her chest though Draco recognises it as more of a warily protective stance than portraying a form of control.

“Well?” she says tersely, keeping her expression neutral. 

“I….Y/N..” Draco implores with mild desperation as to her coldness.

“Draco, If you don’t have anything to say then i’m going back to Cedric and a nice bit of cuddling-”

“Since when have you ever let anyone other than me cuddle you?” Draco demands as another rush of jealousy flares up inside him.

“Since you replaced me with your teddy bear.” Y/N fights off a grin as he splutters for a moment. 

“T-that was one time that I fell asleep with Goyle’s bear thinking it was a pillow. I was perfectly justified to think that since I was thoroughly sleep deprived.” Draco huffs childishly.

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” she says dryly before being unable to remain expressionless and bursts out laughing.

Draco finds himself grinning before he can think twice about it. For the first time in months it’s him that she’s laughing and talking with, not Diggory.

“I’ve missed this.” he admits softly, a wistful smile adorning his face.

“Me too.” she murmurs and a lonely silence forms the atmosphere around them. It stretches for miles until they can’t process how much time has passed.

“What was it you wanted to talk about, Draco?” she whispers vunerably, her hands clasped bracingly against her body. 

“I…well I….After you started distancing yourself from us all I realised that…well…” he trails off in frustration at his own insecurities.

“Just say it.” she says tightly.

Draco squeezes his eyes shut to block her out of his vision but finds only that her delicate frame indents itself upon his eyelids. After a moment of hesitation Draco whispers six words that swirl through the remains of a tempest and lay themselves out before her. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

He fights the urge to flee and remains stoically before her with his eyes still clenched shut. 

Yet, It’s so gentle and unexpected that he almost misses it. A tentative flutter that tickles his lips like a feather that causes his eyes to wrench open in shock. 

Y/N with her body raised by her tip-toes, tousled hair framing her flushed face and eyes wide open, centres his line of vision. Her lips pressed lightly against his own and determination and contentment in her eyes.

Before he has wits enough to react, she pulls away with a beaming smile equal to ten suns mirrored by that of his own.

“Maybe I’m in love with you too.” she murmurs shyly.

“I can live with that.” Draco says with playful nochalance before grinning and pulling her into his arms.

Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs lightly, “I’ll just be letting Ced know that we’re getting another cuddle buddy. Or shall I say two..?” she ponders teasingly.

“I’ll have you know that Mr grumpy and I don’t mingle with the likes of Diggory.” he responds sourly.

“Grumpy?” she bursts out laughing.

“I was rather grumpy at the time…Crabbe was snoring.” he shudders visibly. “And so you’re still going to cuddle with him?” Draco asks lugubriously.

“I was messing, you grumpy buffoon. And besides, you give the best cuddles.” Y/N admits with a sigh.

“I do don’t I?” he smirks proudly, quickly recovering from his insecure state.

“Don’t push it.” she says gruffly.

“How about…no?” he teases.

“How about yes or I leave you for the Hufflepuff?” she counters and smirks triumphantly.

However at Draco’s dark expression the truimph plummets and she gulps softly.   She cups his face gently with her hand as she gives him a lingering kiss. “You don’t need to be jealous of him.” 

Draco pulls her in and kisses her harshly, “I’m not.” 

“Alright.” she hassens with a deep sigh knowing that it’d make him increasingly more annoyed to press the topic. “I chose you, Draco. It’s always been you. No one else.” she says with honest sincerity.

A shocked face turns into a radiant smile as Draco leans in, “I always knew you’d end up being the one.” he grins as his lips meet hers once more.

“I should hope so.” she mumbles against his warm lips as they kiss, not for the last time.

The settling tempest becomes equal to backround noise as they stand inches apart amongst the sheltering arches. Trees crashing as tongues dance beneath the calming sky. Some would call it an omen, others a hurricane.