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The 9 Elements of a VILLAIN

If we’re being honest, one character is always the most fun to develop when you’re writing a new story. It must be the main character, right? The person you’re going to follow throughout the story, the one that means the most to you?

Nope. It’s the villain.

Villains are just FUN. You get to creep into the darkest corners of your writer brain and conjure up the most unashamedly detestable human being you possibly can. 

This is how we look when we begin creating a villain. 

But sometimes, it can be difficult to to make sure they’re fully believable humans. So here are the nine elements that have helped me out when developing these terrible people … 

1) Hero’s Shadow:

The relationship between the main character and the villain is the most important one in the story, because it is the source of all conflict. Without the villain causing trouble, the main character wouldn’t have the chance to be a hero. Without that trouble, the main character’s weaknesses wouldn’t be pressured, which means they couldn’t change. The villain is a condensed and magnified embodiment of the inner weakness that the hero is battling. They’re the SHADOW of hero, the example of what will happen if the main character goes down the wrong path. Both are facing the same problem in different ways. For example Darth Vader and Luke.  

2) Conflict Strategy:  

In the pursuit of stopping the hero from achieving their goal, the villain is going to attack them on 1) a personal relationship level 2) a societal level and 3) an inner level. They’re going to attack the people around them, they’re going to cause consequences for the community surrounding them, they’re going to get into their head and plague them. Because the hallmark of a villain is that they’re the person who’s perfectly suited to attack the hero’s greatest weakness. Villains should have a distinct set of tactics to destroy the main character, on at least two levels. 

3) Flaws: 

This one’s expected. Of course a villain has flaws, it’s in the job description. But flaws do not equate to ‘He kicks turtles every morning before breakfast’ or 'His favorite hobby is butterfly stomping’ or, more within the realm of possibility, “He wants to kill the hero”. These are evil actions, NOT flaws. A lot of villains, particularly in movies, will be given horrible things to do without any explanation for WHY they do them. And it’s pretty easy to give them reasons: just give them human weaknesses! That’s it. Whether the actions they take are as small as theft or as big as blowing up a planet, these actions stem from recognizable HUMAN FLAWS. So like a main character, a villain needs mental and moral flaws.  

Yup, even Maleficent has human flaws. And she’s a dragon part of the time. 

4) Counter Goal: 

All characters exist because they want something. And what do villains want? To get whatever the main character wants (for very different reasons), to stop them from reaching their goal, or another goal that directly conflicts with the hero’s goal. As long as that big tangible thing they want locks hero and villain in battle, you’re good. Think 101 Dalmatians: Cruella and the good guys are fighting over the puppies.  

5) Surface Motivations:  

Why is it that villains always have a team of followers? Because villains never outright state their true motivations. They always have a cover story, and that cover will paint them as righteous. Villains want to look like the good guy. So their real Hidden Motivations are defended by twisting perceptions of Good & Evil, by portraying evil acts in a positive light, by indulging their followers selfish emotions and desire to feel like “one of the good guys. " 

Take Gothel for example: she’s a loving mother who wants to protect her daughter from all the world’s darkness. (Sure you do, Flynn stabber.)  

Surface Motivations never stand up to logical scrutiny and a functioning moral compass, but giving your bad guy a compelling argument against your good side always makes things more interesting, which brings us to …

6) Counter Statement:

The main character needs to learn some kind of truth that will enable them to fix their lives, overcome their weaknesses, banish their ghosts. It’s whatever statement about "how to live a better life” you want to prove with your story. Your villain has other ideas. They don’t agree with that statement, have other beliefs about living life well, and represent an argument against it. For example, Voldemort: “there is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it." 

Although your argument isn’t very convincing, Voldy. I mean, you’re living in the back of some guy’s head.

7) Characterization: 

This is everything on the surface of the villain. The way they speak, the way they look, the way they act, their role in life, their status and power. This is the facade they project for the world to see, a calculated effort to control how they are perceived. This is closely connected to that surface want, because that surface is what they wish people to believe about them. Over time, the reader and the other characters are going to be able to see through this mask and see what it conceals. My favorite Disney example of this is Mother Gothel: on the surface she’s this bubbly mom who loves Rapunzel and wants to protect her from the harshness of the world. 

You can think of this as the text … 

8) Hidden Motivation: 

And this is the subtext. That surface motivation they want the world to believe is a mask concealing their true motivation, which is always rooted in their flaws,  selfishness, and skewed beliefs. 

9) Ghosts, Justification, Self-Obsession: 

These three are closely related, so they get counted together.
Like main characters, villains have GHOSTS: events from their backstories that knocked their worldviews out of alignment, that marked the beginning of their weaknesses, that haunt them still. Because these happened, the originally benign person allowed themselves to turn into someone who could occupy the job of "villain” in a story. Usually, these events are genuine misfortunes and are worthy of sympathy, just like the ghosts of a main character. Think of Voldemort growing up in an orphanage talking to snakes.

BUT! When it comes to ghosts, the major difference between a hero and a villain is HOW THEY DEAL with these unpleasant past events. Both have suffered, but react to suffering in very different ways. A villain will be consumed by these events, obsessed with the real (or imagined) persecution or disadvantage they’ve endured, convinced that all personal responsibility is nullified by their status of injured party. Past tragedies become a talisman that grants immunity from decency. 

This scene from A Series of Unfortunate Events sums it up.  An adult makes an excuse for a terrible person by saying he had a terrible childhood. And Klaus replies: 

Yes, maybe they’ve both lived through tragedy. But THE KIDS aren’t hurting others because of it. 

Because villains, who are constantly victimizing heroes, are completely convinced that THEY are the true victims here. No matter what they do, no matter what they are, they blame everything on that ghost, whether it was another person, society, or circumstances. And later they blame the hero, who they see as the REAL villain. For example, Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame:  

“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”

So! WHY are villains like this?

SELF-OBSESSION! Yup, villains spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about themselves and their plights and their plots. Think of any villain and it’s not hard to see the inherent narcissism behind everything they do. Like willingness to take action is the nonnegotiable trait of a main character, self-obsession is the trait that all villains seem to share. 

So! Developing villains in this way has worked out for me so far. If it looks like it might be helpful for you, give it a try.

And in the spirit of creating someone to torment our main characters and ruin their lives, here’s one more maniacal laugh for the road:

Working, kind of.

Originally posted by sneezes

Pairing: Vernon/Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Work Count: 2k

Summary: Either Vernon serves you and risks screwing up, or he sits in the kitchen until you leave. He chose the latter. 

Author’s note: Seriously, I was about to call this “Vernon with the good hair” just for shits and giggles.I’m really just digging using my weird stories and turning them into imagines I guess. Plus I love dorky Seventeen being bad at flirting. I’m defs going to do more. I even have “Quirky Tales of a Flirting Neophyte” Feat. everyone’s favorite bad flirter. hint hint; he 19 and I don’t think he’s ever properly spoken to a girl in his life. Anyways Enjoy!!

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Justin Foley (request(2))

anon asked for an imagine where the reader accidentally touches Justin’s bratwurst (10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU) while trying to get her pencil back from him and smut pllss

Alright, like I said before, smut is not my strong suit, but I will try my best to do it.Hopefully I am not so shit as I think I am at it. 


Projects were the bane of your existence. If there were any people in the world who actually liked doing making things for Physics, they were absolutely psychotic, you concluded.You hated it with a passion. Now maybe it was because the minute that complicated formulas and math problems came into science you started to severely failing your classes, but if there was anything worse than doing a project on it’s own, it was being paired with your boyfriend, Justin Foley. Normal people would rejoice if they got partnered with their significant other, but since you knew that Justin was not the type to focus and actually help his partners during a project, you were absolutely angered. Especially since you two were dating, because the chances of him acting up were one hundred percent positive. 

You were exactly right. And it did not help at all that you enjoyed being in Justin’s company, because you were getting distracted as well. A little more agitated than anything though. 

“Come on, Justin.” You sighed when he snatched your pencil from your hands, lifting up your goggles. “I have to write down these lab reports. Mr. Hall will be on my ass if we don’t get them down.” 

You noticed that everyone was beginning to put away, snapping off their latex gloves and cleaning their stations. You looked at Justin with your eyebrows raised and he just grinned, placing the pencil in his pocket. 

“For a kiss it is all yours.” He smirked, taking his goggles off. 

“Justin we’re in class, please the bell is about to ring, let me write the reports.” You sighed. 

He just shrugged and began to slowly take off his lab coat, the smug smirk still playing on his features. You groaned and launched yourself at him, grabbing roughly at the place where you thought the pencil was, causing Justin to jump and suck in a breath. 

“Y/N, that is not your pencil!” Justin hissed, suddenly going red in the face. 

This time you grinned and then squeezed harder, before moving your hand into his pocket and grabbing your pencil. You moved away from Justin and bent over the table, writing down all of the reports. You felt someone extremely close to your backside as you finished the last bit of calculations, and you snorted when you saw Justin still tomato faced and covering the front of his pants. 

“What’s up now, Justin?” You smirked this time, gathering the lab equipment. He narrowed his eyes at you and picked up one hand, pointing a finger at you just as the bell rang. 

“You can’t do that, Y/N!” Justin growled, following very closely behind you as the teacher went to monitor the halls. You two were the last ones in the class, everyone else had been done and gone right when the bell rang. 

“Do what, Justin?” You feigned innocence, knowing that what you had done was only to get him off your ass. Maybe it hadn’t been the best plan. At least the reports were done. 

“You know exactly what you did, Y/N.” Justin said, helping you to wipe down your lab table. He burrowed his head deep into the side of your neck when you were close to him, his voice deep and needy. “Grabbing me and then bending over the table. That lab coat doesn’t hide the fact that those jeans hug your ass, baby.” 

You shuddered and then let out a laugh, removing your own lab coat and goggles before grabbing your backpack. You grabbed the collar of his letterman and brought him forward, kissing him before bringing his ear to your lips, nibbling on the soft skin of his earlobe. 

“Maybe,” You whispered lowly, letting your tongue make an appearance. “that’s what you get for being an absolute asshole and making me late for my next class.” 

You pushed him away and started to walk outside of the lab room, waving to Mr. Hall from his post and going in the direction of your next class. In all honesty seeing Justin so hot and bothered had begun to get you a little warm, since there was definitely a lot to hide in those jeans of his. You were just glad that it was not so obvious on you than it was on him. 

There were loud footsteps behind you as the crowds began to thin, signalling that you were indeed going to be late to your next class. You groaned and cursed Justin, just as you rounded the corner of an empty hall. Well, almost empty. There was one of the jocks at the end of the hallway, the one that you identified as Jeff. 

“Hey, Y/N!” He called out, smiling and waving. 

“Hey Jeff!” You smiled back. 

There were loud footsteps behind you before Jeff was snorting into his hand. “Hey, Justin! Nice to know that you make sure Y/N knows she looks good.” 

Jeff laughed out loud before entering a class at the end of the hallway, shaking his head. You turned to see that Justin had dropped his bag and was slowly picking things up, his little friend not completely hidden from view. You sighed and went to help him, squatting down and picking up his books. 

“You know what they say, Y/N,” Justin said when he looked up, stuffing his pens in his bag.You looked up at him and he licked his lips, his eyes darting your own. “If you’re already late might as well be hella late.” 

You sighed, pulling yourself up and handing him his books. Well, book and journals. You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder quickly. “No, Justin. I think it’s why bother going at all.” 

You grabbed Justin’s hand, knowing that he wasn’t expecting it, dragging him to the nearest closet and shoving him in. You made sure the coast was clear before locking the door behind you and turning to face Justin. He was breathing hard, his back pressed up against a bookshelf of cleaning supplies, his bag thrown at the other end of the closet carelessly. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N you’re-” 

You shut him up, not wanting him to say anything, pressing your lips to his and latching your fists into the collar of his letterman. His hands grabbed roughly onto the material of your shirt, bringing it up and exposing your skin. His teeth grazed your bottom lip as your hands slowly moved to his hair, low noises coming from the back of his throat. You knew this was wrong and that there was a chance of getting caught and that’s what made your heart pump faster as you slowly inched your tongue into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Justin, take this shit off.” You breathed after a few moments, yanking at his thick jacket. He pulled away and threw it to the ground, grabbing you by the ass this time and forcing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. 

You could feel his hard on through his pants, and you teasingly let one hand glide down and rub harshly at it, causing his hips to buck into your palms as a low growl escaped him. One of his other hands moved from your ass to the front of your shirt, and he groped at your boob through your bra. You let out a low moan as he pinned you against the wall, pulling your mouth from his to catch your breath. He placed his hot mouth on the skin of your neck the moment your lips left his, wet, sloppy kisses trailing from your jaw to the crook of your neck. You could literally feel the hickeys forming, his nibbling teeth and tongue making your neck wet and bruised. Eventually he was ready to kiss you again, and you took the time you two were separated slightly to remove your shirt, revealing the pink, lacy bra that you had on underneath. Justin stared at it for a second in awe before pushing your more forcefully up against the wall his erection pressing into your clothed heat. You palmed him through his pants as he attacked your neck once more, the other hand going to his hair and tugging at the roots of it. Justin let a loud moan out, his pink lips opening and staying still for a second as he relished in the feeling. He pulled back, panting, before removing his own shirt, his need evident in his hurry. 

“Fuck, I don’t know how you always manage to get me harder and harder each day.” Justin said to you once he was connected to you again, his mouth only inches apart from yours, his eyes looking directly into your own. 

“Just fuck me already, Justin.” 

Justin placed his mouth on yours and let his tongue slide into it, one hand placed next to your head on the wall, the other occupied with the job of unbuttoning your jeans. You grabbed at his cheeks and bit his bottom lip slightly, before giving him another long, passionate kiss. He finally pulled your pants down and let you down so you could remove them completely as he took off his own. 

“Jesus Christ, did you grow, Justin?” You teased him breathlessly, and he looked down as if to check. When he realized what you said he rolled his eyes and charged forward, grabbing your sides and lifting you up once more. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Justin said as he unclipped your bra, sending it falling to the floor. “I love your body, but I love you more.” 

You smiled and brought his lips to yours, his hard (also long, lets be honest) erection pressing into your inner thigh. “Just fucking fuck me, Justin. I love you too.” 


as always, this is unedited, so go away h8ers i am giving a disclaimer 

OKAY so i’ve concluded that i can do kind of smutty things, so you can request kind of smutty imagines but i just can’t do the whole weenie in the hot dog bun part. It’s just because writing it makes me feel like such a sinner. I had church today, you know. 

Someone please tell me why [DeVos] is the right choice to lead the public school system of the United States of America.

Her BA degree in political science and business administration isn’t enough to place her in a classroom, but suddenly, she occupies the top job.

Ms. DeVos doesn’t love public education and clearly doesn’t know the first thing about public education in the United States. Our teachers had to take a class on the history of education just to be considered for admission to the teacher education program.

To be certified as a high school teacher in Missouri, she must take classes on how to write a test, how to incorporate multicultural education, classroom management, assessment, the integration of school and society, educational psychology, alternatives for exceptional students, working with foundation-level learning, analysis and correction of difficulties in literacy, understanding how to teach her subject matter, and more. She’d spend less money if she dropped the education requirements, and probably graduate sooner, but let’s ignore these facts for a moment.

She must observe real teachers in action, be mentored by a successful classroom teacher, and spend a semester supervised by a teacher as she makes the classroom her own. She likely won’t be able to work during that semester, so she’ll have to figure out how to do things like pay for food and shelter, but hey, she’s rich. Presumably, that wouldn’t have been an issue for her, right?

She must pass the MOGEA test and the Praxis II.

Once hired, the mentoring doesn’t stop. More, teachers are encouraged to seek a masters in teaching to further their development. She’ll pay for that masters herself, carving time out of her busy week to take a class or two a semester. As consolation, her school district might boost her pay a few hundred dollars a year. In thirty or so years, she just might be able to justify the cost.

While on the job, she must learn how to balance long hours to educate students with her personal life lest she lose sight as to why she does the job in the first place. She must endure politicians both national and local lamenting how teachers don’t do enough, yet claim our school systems are “flush with cash,” while perhaps working part time at Barnes & Noble to make ends meet. She must accept less pay than other graduates because she is on the public payroll. She must learn to have a politically acceptable answer to, “You must love teaching because you have the summer off!” despite the research, planning, and reading - oh, God, the reading - she’ll need to do to keep her classes fresh.

She needs to experience the elation of developing an idea regarding how to teach a lesson, only to discover that the money to buy the materials she’ll need must come from her own pocket. She has to learn to smile through parent/teacher conferences where unknowing but well-meaning parents demand she raise a grade despite hours of planning, countless extensions of the deadline, and a lost weekend of grading. That smile must continue when the district tells her that they’re increasing the size of her classes because they can’t afford to hire another teacher. The public just didn’t go for that bond issue again this year. Tough luck.

To support her school, she will have to carve out the time to advise an organization or tutor students in need after the teaching hours end as the school can never really close. She will have to balance special plans for select students so she doesn’t inadvertently leave anyone behind, but be flexible and open to minute changes in graduation requirements, serve on countless committees, sit in frequent department meetings, and much more.

To work in public education, one must love public education. Teachers do it because, sometimes, one student suddenly smiles and says, ‘Because of you, I was accepted to college/got this job. Because of you, I learned something.’

They do it because they love it.

Ms. DeVos, I challenge you to serve one year in front of a classroom at a public school - a length of time shorter than would grant you tenure, a position as chair, or to become a principal - and then maybe can tell us how to run a school.

Oh, that’s right, you’re not qualified and are afraid of grizzly bear attacks. My bad.

I guess I’ll ask you, Senator Roy Blunt and those who voted to confirm this unqualified person to lead our beleaguered but honorable teachers:

Why was she the right choice?

—  My boss after hearing that Betty DeVos was confirmed as the Secretary of Education

Would it be weird if I just randomly go to people’s message and tell them ‘I love you’ in a friendship loving way?

[Don’t Wanna Cry series] Wonwoo ver.

Prompt: Don’t wanna cry - Wonwoo
Genre: Angst 
Word Count: 790

A/N: New drabble up! This drabble was inspired by the short skit he did with Sohye during Star Show 360 (once again), someone needs to stop me from watching that show over and over. Okay and also mini disclaimer, Wonwoo is 100% not like this in reality life and honestly I felt so guilty for portraying him this way so please do not that his character here so seriously (we all know he radiates nothing but sunshine and butterflies)

-jihooned 😶

S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The8 | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

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“Wonwoo, who am I to you?”

“You? You’re my partner.”

“Then who is this person?”

“Oh Eunjae? Also my partner.” Wonwoo curtly replied.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding to you?”

This had to be some sick joke. You thought.

But from the look on Wonwoo’s face and the way he linked arms with Eunjae, you knew very well that this was no laughing matter.

“If you don’t like it then leave.” The male replied, still wearing the unsympathetic face.

Wonwoo’s attitude made you want to throw up. It was as if he was acting out some breakup from a drama that had a well written script.

“In this situation,” you began, trying your best to curb your anger, “you should apologise.”

“But I’ve never said sorry in my entire life before.”


“Jeon Wonwoo, you’ll regret this.”

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anonymous asked:

just wondering but does jeremy have a tattoo in the tattoo au?

Oooh! That post was from pre-Jeremy (or at least pre-Jeremy in the main room and thus his fabulous self was not yet in my writing) so i hadn’t considered it but of course he would! Hmm. Jeremy might actually be the only one to have a set colour scheme rather than a set symbol (and i’m sure you can guess what that filthy colour combo is). 

Following a close call where Jeremy came to his rescue in the most obnoxiously improbable way Geoff gets a lurid monster-truck ramping off his shoulder blade. And with that the final unspoken barrier was breached, undeniable evidence of the truth they’d all long since embraced, that Jeremy was as permanently entrenched in the crew as anybody else.

It would be a joyous event except, well. The tattoo tradition is well and truely in place at this point so it turns out to be more of a problem than anything, considering not a single other member of the crew was even remotely prepared to ink that travesty of a vehicle onto their bodies.

Geoff cops a lot of shit for his choice, and for the longest time nothing is done, but eventually it is, as usual, Jack who comes up with a solution. She turns up one morning, after a long drunken night on the town with Jeremy, inexplicably bearing a neat little row of shots across the inside of her bicep. The glasses, holding varying levels of liquid, are two-toned; the same eyesore colours as Geoff’s truck, the unmistakable mark of Rimmy Tim.

From there all bets are off and within the next month or two the rest of the crew adds to their collection. After the pair utterly destroy a rival gang with little more than their fists Michael gets the most cartoony looking knuckle dusters printed on his ribs. When Jeremy spends a week going out of his way to keep Gavin occupied after a particularly nasty job got him down Gavin comes home with a fluffly little purple and orange tabby cat cheerfully etched into his skin.

Ryan’s takes a while, waits so long that Geoff’s gleefully insisting that the only thing left for him to do is to immortalise the godforsaken cowboy hat the whole crew thinks Jeremy wears just to spite them. In the end though, after Ryan and Jeremy get paired together for jobs more and more often the image comes easily. Crossed weapons, Jeremy’s favourite ridiculous custom coloured semi-automatic over Ryan’s sleek and sensible matte black, like crossbones over the fiery glow of an explosion.

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11 cool things you can do when sending requests to RPH blogs
  1. Read people’s WIDs. Seriously, people, it’s 2017. How have so many of us still not figured this out? On most RPH blogs, the WID is one of the most prominent links on the home page. Click it.
  2. Google it first. A good number of the questions I get are ones that I’m able to answer simply by throwing the question into my Google search bar. There are some nifty cheats here on how to get the results you want. It’ll be a time-saver for both you and the helper.
  3. Make sure you’re not asking a repeat question. Some blogs get a heck of a lot of asks, and sometimes they see the same ones popping up again and again. Check the blog’s tags, or use the /search/ function, to see if this helper has already answered the question or filled the request you want to send.
  4. Be specific. You want a guide on how to play a doctor? That’s nice, but there are tons of different types of doctors out there. You want an older version of a faceclaim? Well, I don’t know if you want someone five years older, or seventy years. Tell us in your ask.
  5. Don’t send duplicate requests for large tasks. You want a shoutout, an FC suggestion, someone to give you their opinion on your RP? Go nuts, crowdsource it around the block and back again, ask every helper on the site. But if you want a gif hunt, a guide, or a theme makeover? Send it to one person and one person only.
  6. Be polite. Look, I’m not one of those people who think that you have to say please and thank you or it is automatically rude. But at least use a tone that you’d use when talking to a human, not a machine. “Could you make a gif hunt of so-and-so when you find the time?” is fine; “Gif hunt of so-and-so.” is a slap in the face.
  7. Don’t use pet names. This varies from person to person, and some are fine with some pet names but not others. Personally, I’m fine being called ‘cupcake’ and ‘champ’, but every time someone calls me ‘honey’, ‘sweetie’, or, God forbid, ‘babe’, I wanna puke. Play it safe and just avoid the pet names.
  8. Be careful about your fan myopia. Not everyone watches the same TV shows, plays the same video games, and reads the same books as you. If you want a request for a particular fictional character, tell them which work the character is from, and accept the fact that some requests (like label help or bio writing) simply can’t be filled well by people who aren’t familiar with the work.
  9. Don’t use subjective descriptors. You want a faceclaim who’s “hot” or “cute”? Would you like a theme that’s “cool”? Maybe a character PSD that’s “fun”? Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to be much help. Those things are all 100% a matter of opinion, and the helper probably has different tastes than you. Give me something else to work with.
  10. Like or reblog the filled request. Come on, it is the absolute least you can do to show you appreciate the work. And, if you sent the request on anon and are too shy to like or reblog, lest they see the username and make the connection? Maybe pop back on anon and shoot them a thank you.
  11. Be patient. Helpers are people too. And people have things that occupy time in their lives - jobs, school, family, relationships, friends, health issues, other hobbies, pets to care for, books to read, shows to watch, meals to cook, events to attend, naps to take. Asking for a request to be filled quickly or demanding to know why something is taking so long is going to do nothing but get on a helper’s nerves.

okay I need to get this out because a couple of days ago I realized something about that Hot Fuzz scene where Nicholas tells Danny about the reasons why his girlfriend dumped him

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"Stoneface" Vimes and Samuel Vimes are the same person

Here’s what l think: in the Discworld timeline as it “originally” existed, there was only ever one Captain of the Watch named Vimes. He was a common policeman who ascended the ranks, was created Duke of Ankh, and eventually capped off his career by beheading the last King of Ankh Morpork.
Then, the glass clock of Bad Schuschein was built, history was shattered, and the History Monks did a shoddy job of patching it back together; in particular, they put the part of history in which Vimes kills the King several hundred years before the first part of his career. The upshot is that they end up, seemingly, with two separate Vimeses, living centuries apart, who just so happen to look basically identical, have identical personalities, and occupy the same job.
Historians then retroactively papered over this discrepancy by claiming that Old Stoneface was Sam Vimes’s ancestor.

Sky Colors [Matt Murdock Imagine]

Warnings: none

Imagine type: Fluff

Pairings: Matt Murdock x reader

Prompt: You and Matt are best friends and you want to use your mutation to show him something.

A/N: This is not really x-men but I just had this idea on my mind and I love Matt Murdock sm, so yeah. Hope you like it.

You waited for him in the bench you both had sat down so many times before to just talk for hours with no end.  It was a nice spot in the park, with a beautiful view of a lake. The weather was great today, the limpid sky above contrasted beautifully with the autumn colors of the trees.

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Building a Reprise 7/? (White Rose RWBY fanfiction)

Title: Building a Reprise 7/?
Word Count: 7,740 (59,657 total)
Fandom: RWBY
Characters: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long
Pairing: Ruby/Weiss (White Rose, get-together slow burn), Blake/Yang (Bumbleby, background/established)
Rating: Mature (future rating for depictions of action, character injury)
Summary: A year after Salem’s fall, Team RWBY have reunited to take on a contract in Mantle. Between Ruby’s lingering crush on her partner and a Grimm forcing hunters to become the hunted, the mission hasn’t quite been the reunion she’d wished for. Things aren’t easy when so much has been unsaid between her and Weiss, though, and it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
Chapter Summary: Weiss isn’t the only member of Team RWBY coming unstuck. Blake does her best to navigate the volatile waters, and Yang takes her big sister duties very, very seriously.

For the second night running, Crescent Rose lay pieces, red-stained steel vivid against the grey of the filthy work cloth, the countless gears and coils carefully disassembled and laid out for close, critical inspection. Replacing the worn out mechanisms Ruby had identified the night before had been a quick job, occupying her mind and hands for just an hour at best, but…

Ruby frowned, holding up one of the armoured plates above eye level, letting the kitchen light gleam along its length. She checked it yet again for warping, a hint that the welding wasn’t standing up to the demands of fighting Grimm, even scratches to be buffed out–but there was nothing. It, like the rest of Crescent Rose, was flawless, and for once in Ruby’s life, she found that disappointing.

Exhaling, Ruby set the plate back down on the oil-stained cloth, her fingers slippery with cold sweat and grease. Her weapon, it seemed, wasn’t going to do a lot to help her tonight.

Soulmate!AU: Jack Morrison x Reader - Ineffable (Part 2/3)

ineffable - (adj) too great to be expressed in words

Summary: This is the second part of our small fic. You and Jack have happily been together for a while now but how long will this peaceful time last? 
Pairing: Jack MorrisonxReader (duh) 
Warning: Short mention of McCree’s pitiful attempt at flirting. Lots of angst. 
Word count: 6,384

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Polar Opposites (1/2)


Words: 4247

Genre: Fluff, Stripper Jimin, Pole Dancing OC

Notes: Inspired by this fic. Can’t get enough of stripper Jimin haha.

“What are you still doing here?” Hoseok appears at the door.

The music still blaring, Jimin stops - turns it down, and grabs his water bottle from the side. He takes twists the cap in one motion and brings it to his lips for a large gulp. He slides down the glass, still trying to catch his breath. “Practicing.” He says nonchalantly.

“On a Friday night?” Hoseok’s eyebrows are raised, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame. “Go have some fun! You’re always in the studio practicing. You’re never gonna meet a chick at this rate.”

Sweaty Jimin takes a large breath of air. Hoseok sighs. “C’mon. I’m not letting you practice alone. Let’s go have fun.”

Hoseok reaches out a hand and Jimin grabs it, hoisting himself up. “Fine.” He mumbles and disappears to clean himself up.

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Yeo Changgu || Long Time No See

Requested by @jessieb4893

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

You stood in the middle of the road, staring in awe at all of the tall buildings, billboards with famous American celebrities featured on them, and especially the popular stores and restaurants that you’ve only seen on the internet.

You came to New York after receiving your acceptance letter from your dream university. You didn’t expect New York to be so nice, though the streets were pretty busy and crowded, you had thought it would only be a minor problem to you.

You pulled out your phone from your coat pocket and excitedly dialed someone’s number before holding the phone up to your ear, hearing the phone ringing before the person on the other line picked up. “Hello?” a deep, low voice, which obviously belonged to a male, answer.

“Hongseok! It’s me, Y/N!” You exclaimed, growing even more excited as you were finally speaking to your best friend, Hongseok, after the long plane flight that didn’t allow phone service.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to hear your voice after a couple days! How’s New York? Is your taxi driver a jerk? Did you finally go to that cheesecake place you’ve been wanting to go to for the longest time? Is your university huge? Are there any mean people there? Because if there are, I will surely kick their-”

“Hongseok!” You shout into the phone before he could finish off his sentence. You giggle at your best friend’s craziness and his numerous questions, but you adored how curious and overprotective he could be towards you. “Chill. And New York is great, at least for now. And no, my taxi driver wasn’t a jerk, he let me pay half since I don’t speak English that well. And no, I still haven’t been to the cheesecake place yet, sadly. And I haven’t even seen my university yet, and I don’t even know anyone from there. And sure, if anyone is being mean to me, I’ll let you fly over here and kick their ass for me.”

You and Hongseok both laughed at the last sentence you said. “Good! Because I’m not going to let anyone be mean to you! Pfft, not even Changgu himself, even though he is your boyfriend.” You noticed Hongseok’s voice fading out a bit at the last sentence he said. As he mentioned your boyfriend, Changgu, you slapped your forehead and sighed.

“Oh my gosh, Changgu! I totally forgot about him! I’ll call you back later, okay Hongseok?” You say quickly. You heard Hongseok say “Y/N wait!” on the other line before you hung up. You quickly dialed Changgu’s number, waiting anxiously for him to pick up before your phone stopped ringing.

“Hello?” You heard your boyfriend say. You smiled, hearing your boyfriend’s sweet voice say on the other line. Though his voice sounded a bit… different and raspy? You ignored it, though, and began speaking.

“Changgu! It’s Y/N!” You exclaimed into the phone. Changgu widened his eyes and cleared his throat as he heard you speak and say your name.

“O-oh, Y/N! How are you?” You noticed how weird he sounded, plus he never stutters when he talks to you. You wondered why his voice sounds so weird today, but you ignored it once again.

“I’m great, especially since we’re talking now! I missed you so much, Changgu.” You whined.

“I missed you too, Y/N. But aren’t you at school now? Aren’t you supposed to be studying instead of calling me?” Changgu replied. You were sad that he asked if you were at school. He’s usually always happy talking to you, and he never really cares if you’re in school or not, he’d always want to talk to you. You were a bit curious on why his attitude is suddenly changing, so you decided to ask him.

“Changgu, is there something wrong? You never really ask me if I’m at school if you want to talk to me.” You tell him worriedly, biting your lip. You heard a small sigh escaping his lips, which hurt you a bit. ‘Is he annoyed by me now? Should I just hang up and never call him back again? Why is he suddenly acting so different towards me?’ You thought.

“No, nothing’s wrong. Um, Y/N, I have to go. I start work in like 20 minutes and I’m not dressed yet. I’ll call you back?”

You felt your heart sink as he said those words. At this point, you just hung up, not replying to him or saying anything about the job that he got that you never knew about. You shoved your phone inside of your coat pocket and wiped a single tear ,that was falling down your cheek, away. ‘You’re in New York, Y/N. This isn’t a place to be sad. You came here to go to the school of your dreams. Stop being so sad.’ You gave yourself words of encouragement, though they weren’t much of a help considering the pain in your chest that you were currently feeling. You still wondered why Changgu was acting so weird. He’s never been like this with you before, which made you worry about what could possibly be happening with him. You shake your head out of thought, though, and take a deep breath before continuing to walk down the streets of New York.

A whole year has passed since you moved to New York from Seoul, and you were hanging out with 2 of your newest best friends that you made here at New York. They were both students that studied at the same university you go to, and all 3 of you have the same classes together. Your friends were currently getting drunk, while you just sat there, watching them act crazy and dancing all over the bar. You knew nothing about American drinks and you had no idea how strong they are until seeing your friends acting like little children.

As your friends were being busy acting immature at the bar, you pulled out your phone. You sighed as you saw no new texts or calls from your boyfriend, Changgu. You didn’t even know if he had the right to be called ‘boyfriend’ anymore, honestly. The last time you guys texted or talked was over a week ago. You tried calling him but he would never pick up and would leave you on voicemail. If you texted him, he would never read it until a few days later when he finally decides to acknowledge your presence. You decide to call your best friend, Hongseok. You held the phone up to your ear, but it was too loud to hear the ringing, considering the loud music that was booming throughout the bar and your friend’s crazy laughter, so you decided to step outside of the bar in order to take the call.

“Hello? Hello? Y/N, are you there?” You heard Hongseok’s voice say on the other line.

“Sorry, I had to step out for a bit. But hey Hongseok.” You told him.

“Phew, you’re there. I was worried about you for a second.” He replied.

You scoff. “Since when were you not worried about me?”

“True.” He said, which made you giggle. “But how are you doing? It’s been a year since you moved to New York.”

“New York is good. I just miss home a lot. How’ve you been doing in Seoul, Hongseok?” You ask him, though you were honestly just worried about Changgu and what he’s been up to lately.

“I’m doing good here. Are you sure you don’t want to ask me how Changgu is doing, though?” Hongseok asked, which made you giggle. Hongseok sounded a bit sad as he asked you about Changgu.

“How is he? He hasn’t texted or called me for a whole week, even more. I’m just scared, honestly. What if our relationship isn’t working or he doesn’t love me anymore? What if he totally forgot about my existence ever since I moved here? What if-”

“Y/N, Y/N. Y/N. Chill, okay? I’m sure he hasn’t done any of that. He did get a job at the bar down the street of his house, though, so maybe he’s been to occupied with his job to text you. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure everything is going to be just fine between you two.” Hongseok reassured you. Hongseok was the definition of angel. He’s always there for you when you need him, and you were thankful for him. Though you still felt a bit off about Changgu not talking to you for a while.

“Thanks Hongseok. And Hongseok? I think I’m moving back to Seoul. I mean, I’m on break right now and I don’t go back to school for another month, so a visit to Seoul won’t hurt, right?” You bit your lip. You’ve been thinking about moving back to Seoul, or at least visiting, for a while now and you thought that now was a good time to do so.

“Really?! That’s great! I finally get to see my bestest friend after 500 years! Yes, please come back! Only if you really want to, though.” Hongseok exclaimed. You giggled at his overexcitement and nodded your head frantically. “Yes, I’m going back to Seoul.” You said before smiling widely. You missed your hometown a lot. New York is great, but you’ve been feeling a bit homesick ever since you came here. Now you finally get to see your best friend after a long time, and also Changgu, which made your excitement to move back to Seoul grow even more.

You and Hongseok bid your goodbyes before you hung up. You made your way back to the table that you were sitting at with your friends, who were currently dancing with 2 random guys that they just met at the bar. One of your friends extender their arm out towards you, asking you if you wanted to dance with them, but you shook your head, kindly rejecting their offer. You looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt. You were definitely ready to move back to Seoul.

As the flight back to Seoul ended, you stood excitedly outside of the airport. It was only the airport, but you were still happy that you’re back in Seoul. You saw a car driving towards you, the driver honking the horn loudly. A familiar brown haired male peeked his head out of the car window. “Y/N!” Hongseok said in excitement. You giggled as he came out of the car, grabbing your luggage and stuffing it in the trunk before closing it shut. He walked around the car and gave you a big, tight hug. “It’s so nice to see you again, Y/N!” He exclaimed as you and Hongseok made your way into the car, closing both of your doors.

“It’s nice to see you too, Hongseok. It feels great being back in Seoul.” You sigh, leaning your head against the seat’s head rest. Throughout the whole car ride, you fell asleep as Hongseok told some stories that happened while you were gone, before he noticed you sleeping.

“Y/N, wake up. We’re at your place.” Hongseok said, shaking your arm, which made you wake up almost immediately. You stared at the apartment building that you and Changgu have been staying in. You felt excited but also quite nervous. You haven’t seen your boyfriend for a whole year and you felt your stomach churn as you were about to see him.

Hongseok grabbed your luggage from the trunk and offered to carry it inside. You climbed out of the car, closing the door shut, before quickly making your way inside the apartment. You bowed at the owner of the building before walking down the hallway, quickly looking at all of the apartment numbers before finding yours. You took a deep breath, feeling anxious, before turning the door knob. You were surprised that the door was open. As you slowly opened the door, you were shocked at the sight that was in front of you.

“Ch-changgu?!” You almost yelled. Your eyes were wide open. You felt your heart sink as you saw Changgu lying on top of an unfamiliar female’s body. Changgu turned around, widening his eyes as he saw you. You felt tears strolling down your face as you saw him. ‘This can’t be real.’ You thought. But it was.

You quickly ran out of the room, bumping into Hongseok who was struggling carrying your luggage. “Y/N!” You heard Hongseok calling out your name. You ran down the street, wiping away the tears that fell down your face. You didn’t know where you were going until you spotted a park that was a few blocks away from the apartment building. Your heart was racing fast as you made your way to the swing set, sitting down on one of the swings. You couldn’t help the tears that were currently rolling down your face. ‘How could Changgu do that to me? Is that what he’s been doing while I was gone? Messing with some other girl?’ Your thoughts of Changgu and the girl made you cry even harder.

“Y/N?” You heard Hongseok’s voice say. You didn’t look up, you didn’t want Hongseok to see your face while in this state. “Are you crying?” He asks, approaching you on the swings. He sits on the swing next to you. He leans in towards you, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He cups your face, making you stare at him. “Y/N, don’t think about Changgu.”

But how could you not think about the love of your life cheating on you with another girl? It was bad to think about, but it was the only thing running through your mind at this moment. Hongseok pulled you into a hug, patting your back. You cried into his chest. “How could he do that to me? Am I not good enough? Was I just some toy for him to play with?” You cried out. Hongseok’s heart broke as he heard you say all of these things, that he knew for sure weren’t true at all. Hongseok made you sit up. He stared at your tear-stained face and wiped them away with his thumbs.

“Y/N, don’t think like that. Changgu is an idiot for doing that to you.” Hongseok told you. You were about to cry some more until you saw the sincere look on Hongseok’s face. “Y/N, I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but…” Hongseok stared at the ground for a second before looking back up at you. “I love you, Y/N. Not as a friend, but something more.” He placed your hand on his heart, feeling the fast heartbeats. “Please accept me?”

You widen your eyes. You and Hongseok have been close friends since childhood, but never have you once thought that he’d feel this way towards you. You didn’t know what to say, especially since you just got out of a relationship. “H-Hongseok-”

“Forget about Changgu, okay? I can treat you so much better.” Hongseok says before pulling you into a hug. You didn’t know what to say or how to feel about this, so you just nod your head. You and Hongseok stayed in that position for the whole night, Hongseok resting his head on your chin while you fell asleep in his arms.

It’s been exactly 6 months since you and Hongseok started dating. At first, you thought it was weird dating your best friend, but as time went by, you couldn’t be any happier with him.

It was currently summer break in New York, which meant you could stay in Seoul for a couple more months before you had to go back. You and Hongseok were currently walking around Seoul, holding hands while staring at all of the nice stores at the strip mall. You pointed at a photo booth that was placed in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hongseok! Let’s take some photos together!” You exclaimed. Hongseok didn’t have time to say anything before you pulled his wrist and dragged him to the photo booth with you.

You and Hongseok were laughing as you guys took photos in the photo booth together. Hongseok grabbed some large sunglasses from the accessory box and put one on you and himself. You both laughed and did some silly poses together as the camera flashed on you guys.

As you two were done taking photos, you and him looked at the strip of photos that you and him took, laughing at the outcome. “We’re so cute.” Hongseok said. You giggled and kissed his cheek before holding hands and walking down the sidewalk together.

As you two were walking down the sidewalk, you saw Changgu. Changgu saw you and Hongseok, and approached you two. “Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a while.” Changgu said. You felt Hongseok’s hand curl up into a fist. You slapped his arm, noting him to stop.

You turned to Changgu, opening your mouth to speak. “O-oh, Changgu. I haven’t seen you in a while, either. How are you doing?”

A grin appeared on Changgu’s face before replying. “I’ve been doing well. How are you and your boyfriend doing?” He asks in an unusually casual tone. “We’ve been doing a lot better now that you’re out of Y/N’s life, thank you very much.” Hongseok said through gritted teeth, leaning closer towards Changgu. You pull Hongseok back, trying to avoid any incidents between the two males.

“Y/N, I actually have something I’d like to say to you.” Changgu announced. He looked at Hongseok. “I hope you don’t mind if I talk to your girlfriend for a bit?” He emphasized ‘girlfriend.’

Hongseok had an irritated look on his face, but since you were there, he had to control his anger and urge to beat up the guy. “No, of course not.”

Changgu grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! So, Y/N?” He nodded his head the other way, noting you to come follow him. You followed him in a dark alleyway. It seemed dangerous to be there, but since it was day time, you didn’t have anything to worry about. Except for the fact that you and your ex-boyfriend were alone there.

“Y/N, how have you been?” Changgu asks you, clearing his throat. You roll your eyes before answering.

“You already asked me that question. And anyways, aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?” You spat at him. Changgu rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh, her and I broke up. We broke up the week after you came back from New York, actually.” Changgu says. You widen your eyes and felt your cheeks grow hot. “O-oh.” Was all that came out fo your mouth.

“Yeah… I was actually wondering if you would like to, you know, date me again?”

As Changgu said this, you felt your heart beat. ‘He wants to be with me again? After cheating on me?’ You thought. You were a bit angry at him suddenly wanting you in his life again, but you also felt flustered since you knew that there was a tiny bit of feelings left for him, you just didn’t want to admit it.

“Changgu… I can’t, I’m sorry. I’m already dating Hongseok.” You said.

“Oh… It’s fine! Really, it’s fine. Um, I’ll be going now? It was nice seeing you again, I guess.” Changgu says before quickly walking off. You stared at him as he made his way down the street. Hongseok appeared right next to you, watching Changgu as he disappeared into view.

“Is everything okay, Y/N? Did something happen with that asshole?” Hongseok asks you, staring at you worriedly. You turn to Hongseok, smiling at him. “No, nothing happened with him.” You tell him before pulling him into a hug.

Even though you’re dating Hongseok, and you’re happy being with him, you still thought back to Changgu and the fact that he still wants to be with you. You miss Changgu, but having Hongseok is enough for you to be happy for a lifetime.


Long time no post! I’ve been kind of occupied with my full time job and my sketchbook doodles recently, so I’ve really only updated my instagram. But I missed updating my tumbles. Here’s a tiny collection of inktober stuff I did. Been deep in that Sailor Moon love recently. 

…Also wow, what a horrible week. This is a dark time for the citizens of the united states. Sending all my love out to others who are grieving. I will stand with all of you.

I just want to say sorry… i work overtime again… I’ve been occupied with my job recently. I don’t want to miss your all message, but I won’t answer them Instantly.

@hopswithoutdreams   I follow my feeling…i want to try something new.

@whydidiclickthis   sure~That’s ok!!

someone: there have many awesome arts and artiest. and i love to see the new art from them~<3

the way colonial societies resolved these mental tensions in the past was by telling themselves that the Indigenous population would naturally die out (while helping the “natural” process along a bit, if necessary) resulting in the new settlers inheriting the mantle of rightful occupiers and doing a better job of it.

there’s a steaming dose of Just World hypothesis in this, and a big chunk of the ersatz Darwinian chain of being idea, where god or nature had given various groups a shot at occupying particular areas and some of them just weren’t good enough and sadly but inevitably they would diminish like Tolkien’s elves and be replaced by hard-working Anglos or whatever and this was just The Plan.

a lot of the debate at the time was between the people who thought that the pesky natives should be done away with as soon as possible, and the gentle folk who thought that the pesky natives should be cared for and converted to christianity before their inevitable demise.

of course it didn’t turn out that way: we don’t know exactly how many Aboriginal people lived in Australia in 1788 when the British showed up, but it was probably not that far off the number living in Australia today, and the two populations have never been more estranged.

What I pray for above all else is for those in my life to come to the realiziation that God is everything they’ve been needing. Not some relationship they feel will complete them, not some materialistic thing to occupy them, not some job that they think will give them some meaning-no none of that. Those are temporary and are not guaranteed to last, but God’s love is, and honestly it’s more than enough.