not like any of you don't know this

Do you ever wonder why there’s always this push for everyone working with the boys becoming instant best friends with them? I mean, we know they’re lovely boys (that’s why we’re here) but… you don’t have to be somebody’s closest friend just because you have to work with them. Also remember that this fandom is so quick to “adopt” anyone that says any flowery words about the boys and we know that often doesn’t end up well. Keep in mind that we’re a huge and engaged fanbase of the biggest boy band on the planet. Everybody wants to tap on that spring ($$$). And y’all make it far too easy.

anonymous asked:

How much Chinese heritage do you think that Modern!Jem upholds? If you think that Jem and Tessa have kids, do you think that Jem wants to pass on any specific bits of his heritage?

Five Headcanons

He picks up old traditions from his family when he was growing up and carries them forward to his own children but they’re often little things like breakfast food or bedtime rituals. 

Jem’s relationship with is culture isn’t performative. It’s deeply personal and mixed together. He had jiaozi for breakfast but his father had British style afternoon tea with scones. He would eat moon cake in the fall but rarely went to the festival. 

He loves the idea of going to Shanghai with his kids and taking them to places he remembers - or at least the sites of the places where he had played when he was little.

In a lot of ways sharing his heritage is a very personal thing. Here are stories of my mother. Here are the weapons that my uncles fought with. Here is the street where I grew up. Here is a riddle I remember. It’s less: “Here is a Chinese thing,” and more “Here is a piece of our family history which carries pieces of Chinese culture in it.” 

He speaks to his kids in Chinese quite a bit and wants the language to be something that they can share. He starts relearning his characters with them and relearning how to write is very important to him. 

Each of his children have a Chinese name. 

i’m just so upset bc i have a photo set in my queue that i really like and it’s really important to me (ik that sounds weird but you’ll know when you see it) and it’s been marked as sensitive and i can’t appeal to have it reviewed until it posts ??? i’m so sad and angry about this

anonymous asked:

hey, idk if this is a weird question but i'm fairly shy and i wanted to know if you know any blogs that are super open and easy to talk to? lmao,,,, ty.

Hello! It’s not a weird question don’t worry! ((:

@marksseunie - CAMMMM, she is very nice and amazing also she make awesome gifs so you should totally check her out ^^

@markeu-poo - FLORAA. She is my soulmate and honestly she is super friendly and like I clicked with her instantly so I am sure you can talk to her too! ^^ 

@gyeoms-shake - KATYY. My lovely gyeom biased, she is very kind and like very easy to talk to! You can talk to her about anything and everything and she won’t feel weird at all ((:

On a side note, you can talk to me too if you don’t mind and I am sure every blog are all nice and friendly! Also, these are my mutuals and although I don’t talk to them much but I am sure they are all nice and easy to talk to : @hoodiejungkook, @park9495, @sidepartmark. Tbh, it was also funny how mel swerved from mark to jungkook HAHA

Valentine’s as a holiday is garbage, but Jim and Spock hanging out to watch the sun rise on a farm is not.

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Dark x Light

enjoying dark themes in media ≠ supporting dark themes in real life

anonymous asked:

Hello! How would you write a dialogue in which a character is freaking out about something? I generally have them word vomit but I don't really like that style. If its too much could you show me an example as well?

Hi!

You could definitely word vomit – especially if your character is hysterical – but that’s not the only way to do it by any means. I know a few other ways.

1. Calmly.
This is strange, considering your character is freaking out, but the freak-out is internal – they’re shutting themselves off due to shock. In this case, they would be quiet, sane, and even if what they’re saying is illogical, it would probably sound reasonable.

“I was right there when she shot him. He dropped like a sack of flour. I figured he was gone as soon as the bullet hit his chest. So now I’ve decided I’m gonna go after her. Right now. And I’m gonna kill her.”
“What? You can’t do that!”
“Sure I can. She killed him, so I kill her. It’s called justice.”
“But- With just your bare hands?”
“The way I feel right now, my bare hands are more than enough.”

Notice how the character who just watched their friend die in front of them isn’t yelling, isn’t stuttering, isn’t getting angry or crying – they’re perfectly calm, almost to the point of complete emotional shutdown.

2. Angrily.
Some people get angry when they lose control and freak out – it scares them, and the fear manifests itself as anger. This type particularly happens when they’re upset about something and other characters aren’t taking it seriously or are shrugging off their concerns.

“No! It’s happening tonight! We don’t have time to think, or weigh things, we need to fucking leave! Now!”
“We can’t. You know that, and you’d remember that, if you were thinking straight-”
“I am thinking straight! It’s you who’s fucked in the head. I don’t give a damn what you think we can and can’t do, we need to clear out of here, right this second.”

As you can see, this character is freaking out – their concerns may or may not have a firm foundation, but obviously they are concerned, and that concern is manifesting itself as fury.

3. By stuttering.
For some people, it’s hard to talk when they panic, because their minds race forward ahead of their mouths and they get tongue-tied. I typically see/use this with more anxious characters, or with characters who aren’t typically good at speaking anyways (in other words, who are uncomfortable with talking).

There are a couple of different ways to stutter:
a. Repeat the beginning of each word.

“I tr-tried to s-save him, but he wuh-wouldn’t l-let me … he knew it was g-going to happen. It’s my f-fault!”

(However, keep in mind that this kind of stuttering is more as if you’re character is crying and trying to talk through sobs and hiccups. Please use it sparingly – it can get old fast.)

b. Repeat words.

“No. No, I don’t know what’s going on, Ricky. Ricky, why would I have any idea? Don’t fucking look at me like that, Ricky. Don’t look at me like I’m lying.”

c. Insert filler sounds: “ah”, “uh”, “um”, and/or curse words.

“I, uh, I- fuck. I,ummm, I think maybe, ah, maybe we should leave?”

For more on stuttering – it can be hard to peg correctly – check out this post.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

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Send a color to get an answer for one (or more) of those Mystic Questions~! 

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  • ASHY: What prank would you perform or Yoosung if you had a chance to do just anything? (must choose one! no mercy!)
  • AQUAMARINE: Seven’s hickeys or Saeran’s bitemarks~?
  • AZURE: Would you rather pay for seeing Vanderwood stripping or Zen performing?
  • BEIGE: Who - out of the whole RFA - would you want to be your child?
  • BLACK: Would you sacrifice your whole life (family, school, everything) to live as MC in MysMe’s universe?
  • BLUE: Would you play V’s route if it existed?
  • BROWN: Elizabeth 3rd or Longcat?
  • BURGUNDY: Would you rather hang in your room V’s photos or Zen’s selfies?
  • CLARET: How do you think, what kinks Driver Kim is into? 
  • COLORFUL: Which character would you want to be the opposite sex?
  • COFFEE: Would you rather stay by Jaehee’s or Jumin’s side when it comes to the job?
  • CREAMY: Choose one out of the Minor Trio (V, Saeran, Vanderwood) to do your homework.
  • CRIMSON: Would you rather tase Seven or help him escape from Vanderwood?
  • EMERALD: Do you know any intriguing MysMe theories?
  • GREEN: Who do you (or could you eventually) ship Jaehee with?
  • GREY: Would you date Driver Kim?
  • LIME: What would you answer (in your own words) to Unknown’s message, the one you get right after joining the RFA chat? (1st day)
  • MALACHITE: Who, out of the RFA (ONLY), would you want to be your associate while trying to escape from a jail?
  • MINT: Would you help Rika recover if you could? (…the color intented)
  • ORANGE: Would you rather protect Zen from cats or shower him with Elly’s fur?
  • PINK: Would you eat that Yoosung omlette?
  • RAINBOW-HUED: Does Jumin Han is a gay?
  • RED: Would you follow Unknown if he actually broke into your room and told you to go with him?
  • ROSEATE: How would you distract Seven from his work? (because who needs to actually work lol)
  • RUBY: How gay Jaehee is?
  • SAPPHIRE: Which scene from the whole game made you the most emotional?
  • TIMBER-LIKE: What would you do if you turned out to be Yoosung’s lost sibling?
  • TURQUOISE: Do you prefer the mad sadistic side or the innocent lil side of Saeran?
  • VIOLET: Would you rather have Jumin tie you up or spend a cuddlable night with Elizabeth’s personification?
  • WHITE: What would you ACTUALLY do if someone messaged you and asked you to go to some UNKNOWN place? (pun intented)
  • YELLOW: Which Choi twin would you rather ask to fix your phone?
  • TRANSPARENT: Ask you own Mystic Question!

I’d add more of them but I couldn’t think of any more colors XD 
Hope you have fun with that shit!

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

anonymous asked:

Can you improve my outlook on life and write a very drunk draco clinging to Harry please?

(LOL, I love the way you phrased that and also, I love drunk Draco.)

Potter sat there, leaning back in the booth with his arm slung across the back of the faux-leather seat, his shoulders shaking as he threw his head back and laughed at something the Weasel said. Granger shook her head with a smile of fond exasperation and leaned up to kiss her husband’s cheek. The weird blonde (”Loony Lovegood,” his booze-soaked brain provided) was waving her wand over the she-Weasel’s head in circles - ‘cause that’s normal behaviour for her.

Draco supposed that the thought of going over there ought to feel intimidating - he was completely outnumbered. But perhaps it was because of the eight or so shots of tequila Pansy had dared him into guzzling, or because he was randy as fuck.

Or because he’d just stood there hiding behind the cloak stand by the door and gazing at Potter like a lovesick halfwit far too long - he was no coward. Not anymore.

So he squared his shoulders and marched across the bar, tripping only twice, the second time because of that swaying oaf who’d nearly knocked him over.

Potter blinked up at him with his mouth slightly open.

“Potter.” Draco felt vaguely triumphant that his voice came out steady and calm - and Potter’s form was only very slightly blurry. “Potter,” he repeated, blinking slowly.

“Malfoy,” Potter replied cautiously, one eyebrow sliding up the scarred forehead. “What’re you doing here?”

“I can be here if I want to be here ‘cause I want to be here–” Draco was being very loud - his ears rang a little. Potter scrambled out of his seat, throwing a hasty glance at his friends before coming up to Draco and grabbing his elbow hard. Draco scowled around at the group - Weasley was scowling back, Granger looked thoughtful, she-Weasley looked completely bewildered and Loony, well Loony hadn’t noticed him yet; she was peering into she-Weasley’s ear as though she’d lost something in there.

Potter dragged him away a few paces. “What the hell?”

Draco tried to yank his arm out of his grip but nearly ended up overbalancing and falling onto his arse instead - Potter’s grip tightened.

“Let me go!” Draco slurred, stepping closer to Potter.

“What’re you doing here?” Potter repeated softly.

“I like you,” Draco proclaimed boldly. “I’ve always liked you. You never noticed. You have terrible eyesight.”

Potter pursed his lips, a faint line appearing between his thick brows. “I know I do,” he said, indicating to his smudged glasses.

“I like you,” Draco said once more, his voice decidedly breathy now - ugh. He stepped closer and, oh Merlin, rubbed their noses together. “So much,” he sighed, pressing their cheeks together for a swift second.

“Oh?” Potter didn’t seem put out at all. After staring steadily at him with his stupid green eyes twinkling merrily, Potter asked, “What d’you want, Draco?”

“To go home with you.” Oh shit, he was going to kill Pansy.

Potter simply continued to twinkle at him. “Well, I’m not going to say no to that,” he said very seriously, finally releasing Draco’s elbow to slide both his arms around Draco’s waist and tug him closer.

Draco gasped as he was pressed flush against Potter. He could caught a whiff of spicy aftershave, Firewhiskey and mint; he pushed both hands into the mess on Potter’s head and leaned forward to whisper, “I want you to fuck me.” He pressed his face into the crook of Potter’s neck.

Potter’s arms tightened, the world closed in around him until he was being squeezed almost to the point of pain, and then he was being pulled through dense blackness.


Everything ached. His stomach ached, his back ached, his toenails ached - his eyelashes ached. His head felt like it had exploded and had been put back together before exploding again; even his hair hurt.

He was too close to the sun, his retinas were on fire. The sheets below him were softer than a cloud and smelt pleasantly flowery - his stomach twisted.

He kicked himself out of bed, fell over onto his hands and knees and then half-crawled, half-ran to the bathroom until he was heaving into the toilet. It was another ten minutes before he was able to make himself stand, piss, gargle with half a bottle of mouthwash and wash his face - which also hurt.

Clad only in his boxers he stumbled through the house, following the horrible sound quality of the Wireless and the utterly heavenly scent of fresh coffee.

“Coffee!” he croaked, throwing himself into a chair so heavily that he slipped off the polished wood and landed on his bum. Potter turned around, a spatula with a bright red handle in one hand, took one look at him and nearly fell down laughing.

“Good morning!” he virtually screamed. Draco rested his cheek on the chair and groaned hoarsely, feebly pressing his hands to his ears.

“Coffee,” he whimpered. “What happened to my head? Coffee,” he pleaded once more.

Grinning widely, Potter poured him a large mugful. Shaking his head slightly as he walked over to the table, he set the steaming mug on the table, reached down and nearly lifted Draco off his feet as he helped him onto the chair he’d aimed for. “Let me guess - tequila?”

“I hate Pansy.” Draco wrapped both hands around his jade green mug with the gold polka dots and drew the drink of the Gods closer to him. “I hate tequila. I hate drinking. I hate bars. I hate going out.”

“But you like me.” Potter’s completely deadpan expression made Draco scowl - aarrgh, his face hurt dammit.

“What?” He took a huge gulp and moaned a long, gurgling moan as the gorgeous bitterness spread over his tongue.

“You like me,” Potter said again, leaning a hip against the counter with his arms crossed - he looked on the verge of another bout of laughter.

Draco stared blearily at him for several seconds before fuzzy memories started leaking into his aching brain. Then he let his head thump onto the table with another groan as Potter burst out laughing again.

“I hate everything!” Draco stated miserably. “Stop laughing at me!” His head throbbed when he raised his voice so he promptly shut up.

Potter, still laughing by the way, was loading up a plate with eggs, sausages and strips of bacon fried to crisp perfection - Draco’s stomach rolled and he clamped his mouth shut firmly as the food was set down before him.

Then Draco’s husband cupped his face with both hands, turned his face up and kissed him firmly. “I like you too,” Potter informed Draco.

“I will vomit on you,” Draco threatened.

Potter grinned, kissed his nose and went to get himself a plate of breakfast.


(Any good? ❤️)

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Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…

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hogwartsexprss  asked:

Can you write a Solangelo fic about your favorite headcanon for them?

Anon said: Bc I love your interpretation of solangelo so much I was wondering if you could write a drabble of any one of your solangelo headcanons x

Nico doesn’t look up from his book when there’s a knock on the door. A moment later, Will’s face peeks around the door, and Nico sighs, waving him in.

“Hey, Neeks,” Will says, shutting the cabin door behind him. It’s as silent as a graveyard in the Hades cabin, as usual, but unlike the eerie hollow silence as before, it’s more of a peaceful, safe silence away from the usual ruckus outside. 

“Don’t call me that,” Nico replies, flipping a page. He doesn’t move as Will makes himself comfortable on the bed next to him. “Thought you were leading the Arts and Crafts today.”

“Leo showed up,” Will says, and Nico winces in sympathy. He can imagine the smoke and sparks and sparkles already.

Will shifts, and then he’s flopping over Nico’s lap, stretching like a cat. Nico lifts his book so Will doesn’t smack it out of his hands. He looks down at the other boy, noting the shadows under those blue eyes, the weary downward tug on those familiar lips. 

Nico lowers a hand into the blond curls, watching as Will’s eyes slip shut at the touch. “Take a nap,” Nico tells him. “I’ll wake you for dinner.”

“You don’t mind?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Will’s eyes open slightly, and he smiles at him, all soft and stupidly adorable. “You take such good care of me.”

Nico ruffles his hair until Will laughs, swatting lightly at his hand. You do the same, Nico thinks, but out loud he says, “Go to sleep, Solace, before I make you.”

“Okay, okay.” Will closes his eyes. He’s still smiling, and Nico isn’t surprised to find an answering smile on his own face. “Thanks, Nico.”

Nico hums, returning to his book. His hand continues to pet Will’s hair, until gentle snores fill the silence of the Hades cabin.

anonymous asked:

107. Rowaelin

Well nonnie, this was sent to me on 2/18. This is what you all can expect from me, re: fic requests lately, and why they are currently closed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :)

Prompt: It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.

AO3 place where I stick these things

*******

When Aelin decided to get up in the middle of the night and make a cake, Rowan had simply turned over and thrown his pillow over his head.

When she had come around to his side of the bed and torn the bedding off him, he knew he wasn’t getting back to sleep.

In the last few months, she had taken it upon herself to learn how to do small things: roast a chicken, scramble eggs, boil water. She had decided that her successes at those endeavors meant that she was ready to take the leap into baking, a choice Rowan hoped she forgot every day.

Padding into the kitchen after her, he blinked himself into more complete consciousness. She was already pulling bowls out of cabinets, bags of ingredients littered the counter, and she stood with her hands on her hips.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know if we have enough hazelnuts,” she replied.

At the word hazelnuts, time stood still. Not hazelnuts. Anything but hazelnuts. Because if that’s what she was looking for, that could only mean one thing.

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friendly reminder

there’s a difference between being upset with how sjm handled mor being a lesbian and being upset that mor is a lesbian.

If any of your complaints about this development fall along the lines of “but azriel” “she doesn’t seem like the type” “she never showed any signs” “amren would be a better fit” you really need to reevaluate your judgment