There’s gonna be a screening of Rogue One at my workplace in the upcoming week. With “a foreword and subsequent open discussion after the screening”. Organised by the local SW gang on the Institute where I work.
I already saw it but I am very much tempted to go. There’s bound to be at least one fake geek boy. This is going to be fun.
Author’s notes: Gotta admit but this is my fifth rewrite of this request. I don’t remember all the versions but I remember there was a wedding, a corporate banquet, and an Empire ball. There was even an idea that was about this exact ceremony but I felt like…it didn’t feel right. All of them were cool in their own right but it got too big of a task and deviated from the request. This is simple but very fluffy and validates the fact that gender roles can shove it.
You were never the one to think that one day you would be in a gown, ready to be whisked away into a classy ceremony. You never thought about how the material of a gown would feel like. You run your hands over the handy work of dedicated people who helped put everything together. The holo-projector reads ten minutes before the ceremony to honor the Rogue One squad for their dedicated work on getting the Death Star plans. And if you’re dressed up then you’re sure as hell that your boyfriend, Cassian, is, too.
Some of the
staff members thought it would be funny to lock you in the one of the recording
booths. Right before they closed the door you started screaming.
And in that
moment, like a prince on a white horse, a knight in shining armour, in came
your boyfriend to rescue you, shouting and spitting fire… okay, maybe that’s an
exaggeration but at that moment he seemed like the bravest person to have ever
walked the earth, okay?
you, twelve? What kind of prank is this??”
He threw you
over his shoulder and left with you towards the horizon… and by that I mean
that he went to buy you food so you’d feel better.
He went to
grab lunch for the both of you while you stayed at the company building to talk
to one of the trainees you’ve befriended.
When he came
back he heard screams coming from the janitor room but he thought it was just
his imagination since who would scream in the middle of the day, right? While
he was looking for you he heard the giggles of your friend, followed by you
asking her to stop. So like the macho man he is, he ran in the direction of the
voices and gripped the girl’s wrist right as she was about to push the door closed.
“What do you
think you’re doing? Can’t you see that she’s uncomfortable?”
to her about your claustrophobia she apologized profusely and told you that she
thought you were just joking around.
Not only were
you afraid of small spaces, you hated with a passion elevators. A small box that
moves up and down and might stop at any given moment? Yeah, no thank you. So
despite being exhausting, you always took the stairs.
One day you
invited a friend over to your house and she kept insisting that you take the
elevator, despite your powerful refusal.
pushing you from the back toward the hell room, and right as the doors were
about to close you saw your boyfriend running towards the pair of you, pulling
really wanted to use the elevator you could have done it on your own, don’t try
to force other into doing what you want.”
apologized and found some excuse about her cat giving birth just so she didn’t
have to stay in the same place with your boyfriend that was glaring daggers in her skull.
classmate of yours, now co-worker, wanted to see if you were as scared of small
spaces as you were in high school. Answer: Yes, yes you still are very much terrified
of them. But he didn’t believe you and wanted to see for himself if that was
true. fucking dick
Just a he was about to lock the door of the
janitor room, the elevator’s door opened to reveal your boyfriend wearing all
black and… yellow glasses??
saying a single word he took your hand and left.
Why was he
here? Why was he dressed like this? Why wasn’t he saying anything? It didn’t
really matter, you were safe now.
He was really
glad you got along so well with his band mates since that meant that you could spend
as much time as you wanted at the dorms and no one would complain. So while he
was taking a nap after a long day at practice you remained in the living room
to play video games with Jin and Jungkook.
stirred awake by the muffled screams coming from Jungkook’s room. When he went
over to see what was happening he was met by the sight of Jungkook trying to
lock you in his closet and you were on the verge of tears.
his name while taking long strides towards him to push him away.
“Yah! What is
wrong with you, kid?? Look, you made her cry” “Come on Y/N, let’s go out. It’s
alright you don’t have to worry”
Before you left the bedroom you threw one of his dirty socks in his face.
You were sent
to get something from the storage room of your workplace. One of your co-workers
saw you entering and thought it would be funny to scare you a little by locking
the door. But you weren’t a little scarred, you were very scarred.
banging in the door, asking whoever was on the other side to open it but all
you received was laughter.
lunch break was soon and Taehyung already arrived with your food. He instantly
heard your voice and went over to see what was going on.
Once he got
you out of there, he turned to your co-worker, not missing the chance to scold
“You are an adult,
you should act like one.” “This is a workplace, not a fucking playground. Don’t
go around doing dumb shit.” Hopefully that thought her a lesson.
frat boy decided to entertain himself by seeing you panicking when he was
trying to lock you in the janitor room.
laughing his ass off until he caught sight of your boyfriend walking towards
him. Backing away slightly, he turned to face him with a wary smile plastered
on his face. “It’s just a prank, bro”
intimidating Jungkook rolling up his sleeves. “What did you say, you punk? Come
here so I can show you what a prank
looks like”. In less than a second he was gone and you were in the arms of your
boyfriend that was petting you softly on the head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care
of him later.”
DISCLAIMER: I legit need answers actually hahaha, if you can comment that’d be great because MY CURIOSITY NEEDS TO BE QUENCHEDDD
ISFJ - how do I adjust your preprogrammed cookie instructions so that I don’t die from coronary heart disease after eating all your cookies? That stick of butter y'all put into them got my arteries going like @.@ - can I have some more cookies pls? I ate all 12 of them in one sitting - how often would you like to set your ‘it’s normal to feel insecure’ reminder?
INFJ - will you come with me to this party 3 weeks from now? I promise to never leave your side and I heard there will be pets there (my attempt at bribery) - how do you have the best hugs? what is your secret?!?!?!? I MUST KNOWWW - how are all of you so uniquely artistic? Every INFJ I know does some kind of knitting, oil painting, guitar playing on the side and THEY’RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DOO
ISFP - How do animals know to approach you for your mystical blessing (i.e. legendary head rub that makes all the animals kneel before you in praise)? - y'all have such colourful outfits! Can you share your wardrobe with me? - is there a cap on the number of art forms you dabble in or is it more like all ISFPs gets at least one?
ESFJ - can I come with you to Thursday’s yoga class? I don’t have a matching yoga mat, but I’ll bring you that soy drink that you’ve been wanting to try - how is your social media game so on point? TEACH MEH YOUR WAYSSS - do you ever randomly forget someone’s name while talking to them? Because that happens to me wayyyy more than it should
INFP - is there a daily tears limit or is it more like a you must meet a certain quota by the end of the month? - how many years are you granted Special Snowflake status? Or do you renew it every 5 years or something? - do y'all come out of the womb knowing how to make flower crowns or what? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY TO EXIST HOWWW??!?!?!
INTJ - on a scale from 1 (“I never do this”) to 10 (“what does it feel like to not do this?”), how often do you think about world domination? - is it possible to like puzzles but also suck really badly at them? Because that’s me T__T - how often do you wonder about whether or not you messed up a social interaction? how often is too often? oh crap, my INTJ just lagged a little bit, DON’T BLUE SCREEEN NOOOOOOOOOO
ISTJ - Are y'all anti-change or just pro-routine? because there’s a difference apparently *eyes ENTJ* - HELPPPP my ISTJ is stuck in a loop/routine!! Is this normal? - From all the mbti types, pick one to clean your house according to your instructions, one to walk your dog, and one who’s house might collapse into itself from the hoarding unless you intervene
ISTP - where are y'all at? I don’t know enough ISTPs - did you have fun last Friday night? 😉 - how do all of you have this sexy smouldering thing going on?!?! I CAN’T NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUUUU
INTP - how many hours did you sleep last night? Aim for 8 next time 🙂 - list me your 5 most recent wiki page visits .. I need stuff to do … and researching about a random obscure science thing sounds like a fun Tuesday - are the science functions pre-installed or is it only calculus that’s pre-installed? How do I upgrade these functions?
ESTJ: - Of all the mbti types, pick one to be your employee, your significant other, and your child - HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU OWN?!?! Can you lend me one? - describe your ideal workplace environment (are you turned on by this question?)
ENTJ: - do you get an adrenaline rush when you bulldoze during an argument? because I totally feel that - what does an ENTJ mating ritual look like? (i.e. how do you act around your crush? or no diff because can’t run StrongFeelings.exe?) - I think my ENTJ is broken, it keeps running IsolationMode.exe! How do I fix it?!?! T____T
ESTP - HEY ESTP! WHERE IS THE PARTY AT!?! Please take me with you, I’ll dance on the porch outside your house if I have to - how do you feel about manuals? or do you just set them on fire? can we do a group manual burning? *ISTJs are probably having a heart attack* - Pick one mbti type to kiss, one to marry, and one to have casual sex with
ENTP - name me ONE project you’ve ever finished that wasn’t for school/work (y'all get so excited when you start a new project but the old projects feel neglected AF y'know) - Since you’re the Meme Lord(ess), if you marry a commoner, are they Duchess of Memes or Lady Meme? or Lord Meme? (just throwing that in real quick before the I see pitchforks outside mah house) - how do y'all have so much air to debate for as long as you do? do ENTPs have unique genetic mutations that allow for larger lung capacity? do y'all double as Olympic swimmers too?
ENFJ - where do all of our secrets go after we tell them to you? do you have a personalized file on each of us that you flip through from time to time as a bedtime story or what? - why do all of you want me to reveal my emotional wounds? Is that the equivalent of foreplay or something? - how do I install PersonalSpace.exe onto my ENFJ?
ENFP - how do you have sooooooo many tabs open?!?!? - do pets come to you or do you come to pets? - will you take me with you on your next spontaneous surprise trip to Tokyo? All my bags are already packed, just tell me what day we’re going
ESFP - why do y'all always smell nice? can I bottle your scent or something? - do you take dance lessons or is dancing well just a feature of all ESFPs? - have you seen my butt? Because you’re sexy AF and I’d like to give you permission to dance within 2 ft of it
I’ve not posted anything original before, and I’ve never written fan fiction. But I saw the below prompt posted by a friend (original prompt source), and this outline just begged to be written. Of course, it just kept getting longer and longer. I’ve left it in outline form, as I truly don’t have the skills to turn it into the monster it threatens to be.
Cleaning out your grandfather’s house after his death you’re going through boxes in his attic when you come across a box of photo albums labeled with your name.
You smile and begin to flip through them. Your smile fades, you don’t recognize many of the people. That is when you realize the dates are from ten to fifteen years into the future.
After the overdose and rehab, Jack returns to his parents’ house in Montreal. He hasn’t lived there for more than a few months since his first billeting for Midgets years earlier.
He has no idea what he will do with his life. Hockey is all he knows.
He starts seeing Dr. Turgeon twice a week. He doesn’t say much at first, but an anxiety attack in his 5th week of visits starts their discussions. He does not talk about hockey or his father. He does talk about how alone he feels. He doesn’t talk about his lack of a future. He doesn’t talk about sex, or whatever that was with Kent.
Bob tries to get him to come to meetings with him (keeping him in view for when he’s ready to return to hockey), but Jack can’t see that far ahead.
Seven months in, one of his Peewee coaches contacts him about coaching some of the kids at his old rink. He says he’ll think it over.
On his next therapy visit, he brings up hockey for the first time.
Jack’s grandfather died a year after the overdose.
if katakuri has never lost a fight, has he never fought against the other emperor commanders? is it only the emperors who fight? when kaidou and shanks met up during marineford did king and benn share popcorn and watch their captains duke it out??? what’s happening
i feel like ppl just want to condemn niall for literally anything. like they have to try and find fault in something to….idk fill some weird void they have. i honestly do not get it. hes just out here doing his thing, not hurting a damn soul, and everyone gotta come at him bc he put his socks on the wrong feet like…..cmon man…..
we’re both friends/ufo hunters and end up going cross-country to all of the ufo hotspots and somehow end up being in a relationship???
I’m a human that got abducted late one night and now you’re in my living room speaking in some tongues-like language
alternatively - I’m an alien that got caught in your planet’s gravitational pull, I have no memory of what happened but now I’m in your home and you’re armed with a weird-looking stick and you look very afraid
you crash landed in the woods behind my house, bleeding blue blood, and I have no idea how to take care of you omg
I’m your neighbor in our duplex and every once and a while I hear you making weird noises and going out in the dead of night, bringing back heaps of trash and shit and I figured you were some type of alien- wait you are
I’m working the late-shift in this gas station and you came bursting in demanding for me to hide you from the FBI, why are you like 7 feet tall and why do you have black eyes???
I was stargazing and saw what looked like a shooting star but it was actually you about to into the forest, creating a huge fireball and I am Scared™
I got involved in some top secret stuff and you’re the alien I freed from a military base
I know you're not really into FT anymore buuuuut... can you do a Jellal shitpost? your art is my life
Story time! The curious, 8 year old niece of my boss was at my workplace one day and she saw the FT pins (made by the awesome Grace) on my bag.
She asked whether they were related because (1) they had blue hair, and (2), they both had letter J as the starting letter of their names. I smiled bc they certainly could be in an AU scenarios (ehem the blue-haired squad siblings) but I wasn’t going to give her a crash course on fandom terminologies so I simply said, “No, it was just a coincidence.”
Anyway I thought it was the end of our conversation but she noticed the items on their heads and asked why Juvia had a bottle of water on her head. I told her it’s because she had water powers and she nodded, saying she’s awesome since she could probably make floods and waterbend and all. So her next assumption I should’ve expected, but I was brought to a brief silence when she said:
“So this guy has blueberry powers?”
At this point I smiled awkwardly at her as I tried to come up with an explanation. I recalled that the Erza pin had a strawberry on her head so I guess Grace placed a blueberry on his head (plus I think as a homage to his love for colors…bc SCARLET AND BLUE). But I wasn’t going to explain that to her so I said, with a deadpan voice…
And then I proceeded to tell her that in fact, his signature move is named:
With a slow nod she bought it and turned her attention to my Umbreon keychain instead.
Tldr; because of a certain little girl I had an excuse to draw Jellal and visualize a pun I’ve long to do
“Let’s go over the story again” doctor Heimirsson left his notes over the table, rotating the ankle he had over his knee.
Blair sighed; they’d gone through this twice before, and she still wondered why he kept on asking her about it. She bit her lip, taking a wild guess at it. Maybe he was hoping she had left out a detail, something important that could help him make Willa talk. Or perhaps he was hoping Blair had been hiding something all along, and that it would slip out without her noticing if he was persistent enough. Either way, she didn’t care. She was patient.
“Where do you want me to begin?” she joined her hands at her lap.
Nothing wrong with the place itself. Good architecture. Nice parks. The weather isn’t any worse than South Carolina. His father even wanted him to go into politics at one time. No, what keeps him away from the Capitol is the presence of one Alexander Hamilton.