origami beautiful

1. Fold paper in half both ways and turn over.
2. Fold diagonaly both ways.
3. Push two opposite sides together and flatten to a triangle.
4. Fold both upper layers to the midline above and turn form over with top down.
5. Fold the top over the bottom edge, so the tip sticks out a little bit. Not flatten the raised edges (circle).
6. Fold the tip over the side and turn the form over.
7. Fold in half along the centre line bringing both wings together.

get under the car.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Fluff / Humour.

Summary: Today is supposed to be a peaceful day off, but when you find a pair of hands sticking out from underneath your car, it becomes all the more interesting.

Count: 2,400+ words.

Note: Adapted from my old story of the same name. Not much has changed, I just liked this piece and wished to repost it!

A day off is well needed after six shifts straight, alongside a whole lot of homework from lectures that have kept you up until the late hours of the evening. Or more so, into the earliest minutes of the morning. So when you notice that your Thursday is completely free of absolutely anything at all, the sight of the blank space on your calendar nearly brings a tear to your eye, and you decide it can be the perfect twenty-four hours to treat yourself, to at long last, kick back and relax. 

And what a lovely day it has been so far! You sleep in without any concern of an alarm, briefly waking only to roll over and drape yourself back into your sheets, welcoming another hour and a half of dreams. The sound of your roommate slamming the front door on her way out to one of her own tutorials has you decidedly getting up, taking your time to make toast, switching the kettle on to boil until you open the coffee jar and realise the dreaded fact that less than half a teaspoon of grains is found stuck to the bottom.

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School Life- Taeyong|Part 1

Request: Hey there☺️ could u write me a scenario about high school badass taeyong who has a soft spot for the quiet oc, she’s totally cool n strong tho n isn’t submissive! 💖

wow this is such a good request I want to  write something worthy of your awesome request haH not possible kms.  anyways im gonna post this in multiple parts, so here is part 1!!!


Part 1

“Class president [y/n], please do roll call for me,” your homeroom teacher calls out.

You glance around the room. Everyone is here, except…

The back door of your classroom bangs open and everyone whirls around.  Standing in the entrance is Taeyong.  You give an inward sigh of relief.  If he missed any more days of class, the homeroom teacher would discipline him for sure.  

Taeyong steps in the classroom, and everyone gasps. His dark black hair is ruffled and falls into his eyes.  On one of his cheeks is a red cut, and a bruise is visible on his jaw. Taeyong’s shirt is untucked and his tie is loose around his neck.

“So handsome,” you hear a girl beside you whisper.

“He’s so cool,” another student whispers back.

I might agree with them if I didn’t have to study so much, you muse.  I wonder-

“Well, isn’t it nice for Mr. Lee to show up?” The homeroom teacher slaps his desk and the classroom quiets down. “Tell me Taeyong, have you been fighting?”

Taeyong turns to the teacher, looking down at the floor. “Sorry teacher.”

“Get out of my classroom.” The teacher sighs. “Class president?”

You stand back up. “Yes?”

“Make sure he goes to the nurse.  Don’t let him leave.  Understood?”

You bow and leave the classroom. Being the class president isn’t worth it sometimes.   Now I have to take care of Taeyong…?

“You don’t have to.”

You whirl around, surprised by Taeyong’s soft, deep voice. He is leaning against the wall of the classroom, looking down at his feet.  You take a step closer and he pushes off of the wall with his shoulders. He looks up at you, and you meet his intense, burning gaze.

“I can take care of myself,” he says, not breaking eye contact with you. 

You sigh. “Don’t be like this.” You turn on your heel and walk down the hallway. “Hurry!” you call, hearing Taeyong’s slow strides behind you. “I have to study a lot today.”

You walk into the nurse’s office. Of course, she’s not here again. Walking to the medicine cabinets, you swing them open and begin rummaging through them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Taeyong trying to sneak away. “Sit,” you call out, turning around to face him.

Taeyong sighs and sits down, not meeting your gaze.  You unscrew the bottle in your hands and step closer to him.

“I have better things to be doing with my time, you know. I’m not quiet in class because I’m shy, it’s because I need to study.” You put your fingers under Taeyong’s chin and tilt his face up towards you, bending down to get closer. “I’m doing this out of kindness. Okay?”

You push the boy’s bangs out of his eyes and sigh.  “Don’t fight.  You’re grades are awful, all you’ve got going for you is your looks. Protect your face, okay?”

Taeyong chuckles, then winces when you begin applying the cream. He closes his eyes as you continue to work, biting his lip from the pain.

“Finished,” you say.  You put the bottle on the nurse’s desk.

“Thanks,” Taeyong says quietly.  “I mean it.”

“No problem,” you reply.  “Come back to class, okay?”


The school bell rings and you raise your arms above your head, stretching.

“[y/n],” someone calls out, “can you show me the notes?”

“Sure,” you call back.  You reach into your backpack, trying to grab your notebook, but touch something else instead.  What is this? You pull the object out of your bag and gasp. Is this for me?

In your hand is a beautiful origami rose.  It was slightly crumpled from being in your bag, but you still think it’s beautiful. Who could have made this…?

Attached to the rose is a note reading: ‘I have other talents than just being good looking, you know.’

You smile to yourself and look over to the empty desks at the back of the classroom, where Taeyong is usually sleeping.  But to your surprise, he isn’t there.  

Oh, I guess he left right when the bell rang.  He usually doesn’t stay after to study… Maybe he is out in the school yard?

Quietly, you slip out of the classroom, taking the stairs two at a time.  I have to find him, you think.  I have to ask him why he made me this.  I have to know why I feel this way…

A hand clamps down on your shoulder and you gasp in surprise.  You are standing behind the school by the old practice fields, and you didn’t think that anyone would be there. 

“[y/n]”, a male voice from behind you says, “you haven’t been picking up my calls? Why is that?”

Slowly you turn around until you are face-to-face with SongMin, another student in your grade.  He smiles at you, and your heart pounds nervously.  What is he trying to do?

“What do you want, Songmin?  I’ve just been busy.” You back up, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the boy as possible.

“Busy?  You can’t possibly be too busy for me.  Come on, you know I like you.  What else do you want from me? Want me to buy you roses? Or maybe confess in front of the whole school?”

“Stop, SongMin.” Your voice shakes as you feel your back bump into the wall of the school. What do I do now? “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

SongMin continues walking forward. “So what? Feelings can change.”

You are now completely against the wall, and SongMin leans closer.  You are just about to scream for help when SongMin is jerked backwards and pressed up against the building next to you.

“Don’t lay a finger on her,” you hear your savior say in a low, deep voice. Taeyong pushes harder and SongMin yelps in pain. “Or you’re going to have to go through me.”

Part 2



The Great Origami Crane Prank War

You know the best series of pranks I’ve ever witnessed (slash been a part of)?

So one time my friend Mal was apartment-sitting for her friend Bailey. Bailey was out for like, a week for whatever reason. Mal was living there for the week, taking care of things, what have you. On day two or three she’s pretty bored, so she buys a ton of origami paper and looks up online how to fold a paper crane. She then proceeds to use every scrap of colorful origami paper she bought to make hundreds of tiny cranes. She then hides them all around Bailey’s apartment. Everywhere. On every surface, in every jar, hidden in cabinets and inside her pillow cases and folded into her socks.


And when Bailey comes back from her whatever, she finds the house just absolutely covered with cranes. And she thinks it hilarious. A little annoying (she was finding cranes for d a y s, and even some weeks later) but still, a very good prank.

(This wasn’t the first in a series of pranks between those two and the rest of the friend group. It was just the beginning of the Great Origami Crane Prank War).

So fast forward to the next summer. Mal goes out of town for a couple of days. Bailey has a key to her apartment bc they’re friends and they hang out all the time. It’s cool. So Bailey sneaks over there, and with the exact same cranes that she’d painstakingly picked up the year before, she sets all over Mal’s apartment. The same gig, in every location imaginable and unimaginable. There’s some taped to the toilet seat, there’s cranes hanging off of light fixtures, there’s hundreds of little cranes all over.

So when Mal comes back, she is entirely surprised and a bit incredulous that her friend kept the cranes and pranked her back. She laughs and takes them down. (Again, taking days and weeks and even a couple months later finding the odd crane or so just when you think you’ve got them all). And she keeps them.

She waits longer. She waits a couple years before the perfect chance comes back. I didn’t hear much about this particular instance, but all I know is Bailey’s home got the cranes back. It was just before Mal was leaving for her new job in a complete other country. She set up all the cranes and heard about her success with the prank a few days before hopping on the plane. It was a funny goodbye present to one of her best friends.

But Bailey kept the cranes, still. Even knowing it may be years before she has a chance to see Mal again.

But that chance came in the form of last summer. Nearly three years after Mal had gone to her job, me and a group of friends were going to the same city for our exchange trip. It was amazing how it worked out, honestly. I’d known Mal a little bit, she is closer to my sister’s age, but we are all friends. 

Before we left, Bailey came and gave me three giant ziploc bags of cranes. Hundreds of little origami cranes. I was confused, and trying to figure out if my packing would allow the cranes passage, when Bailey told me the history of the Great Origami Crane Prank War. As she spun her tale, I knew I could not let her down in this endeavor. I let the other students hear about this story, and together, upon arriving in the city and settling in, we planned our attack.

We were understandably busy, those first few weeks. Settling in and getting accustomed to everything. We had a shorter trip time, but it covered most of the summer. It felt like the cranes were burning a hole in my suitcase, though. One day we had the perfect opportunity.

We managed to secure a time where Mal would be out of her apartment, but with us able to be in there and set up the cranes. We had about two or three hours, and we sped around, making sure not to waste a second, just in case she came back unexpectedly. Four of us set up cranes everywhere. Inside the tops of unopened peanut butter jars, behind the screens on windows, on the ceiling fan, inside jars and books and on top of every square of the floor tiling and we kind of just threw them inside her bedroom bc we didn’t want to be weird, but everywhere else it was thorough as we could be.

She discovered them that afternoon, and my friend was with her (who had helped us) and she managed to record her reaction. She didn’t realize they were the same cranes she’d created…at first. She laughed so hard! She collected them fairly quickly. (By this time, she was an old pro at finding everywhere to hide a crane).

She kept them. She’s waiting even now for her perfect opportunity to strike back… she will be stateside again within a year… who knows when it will happen?

(I just heard a few days ago that four months later, when moving apartments, she found eight more cranes).

The Great Origami Crane Prank War is a long and beautiful friend tradition, and I was honored to play a part in it.

derptastic-penguin  asked:

Okay, so I’m wondering. What would the Libra boys and why not add White, would they think about a S/O who folds origami. And folded them little lucky stars, like they have a jar filled with them and just handed them some to make their day better or just cause?



  • he’s just in awe with how s/o managed to making something out of a singular sheet of paper! One piece of paper! Holy crap!
  • he asks s/o to try to teach him how to do origami
  • he’s so into it, holy crap
  • he’s pleased with the results of his first piece of origami, even though it doesn’t look quite as good as his s/o’s
  • he’s so hecking into the ‘lucky stars’ s/o gives him as well
  • he has a growing collection on his desk
  • they’re in a little place of honor :)


  • he’s… impressed?? and strangely fascinated by it?
  • he studies the way that they do it and begins to think it’s really freaking cool
  • and whenever he’s stressed, and s/o gives him a little lucky star? He is so in love
  • he doesn’t want to admit it, but it really truly does make him happier
  • Steven takes each lucky star home and keeps them in a drawer
  • when he’s having a rough day, he looks at the lucky stars and just…. smiles and remembers that there is good in the world


  • Leo probably does origami himself, honestly
  • so he’s overjoyed that he and s/o have that in common
  • sometimes he and s/o do origami and make stuff for each other
  • except Leo doesn’t make lucky stars
  • that’s his s/o’s thing, okay??
  • it feels extra special when s/o makes him lucky stars 
  • psssh, he totally doesn’t keep one in his pocket that he’ll take out and/or run a finger over it to calm him down


  • he finds s/o’s origami ability a little endearing
  • he doesn’t quite understand how one piece of paper can be turned into those things, but it’s like paper airplanes, right? right?
  • that makes a little more sense to him, but he’s still so freaking amazed by s/o’s ability
  • *s/o casually hands him lil lucky star*
  • Zapp: hwat the fuck
  • Confused but Amused
  • all he knows is that s/o gives him the lucky stars when he’s having a bad day and somehow?? it helps :)


  • ‘this is strange. and confusing. and there’s not really a point… how does this work?’
  • he doesn’t understand it, but he’s surprisingly into it
  • if s/o offers to teach him, Zed’s uncertain because hells, how could he even begin to understand that??
  • but he picks up on origami really quickly
  • and the lucky stars he gets always pulls a smile on his face (smile??? can he smile?? idk)
  • he still thinks that there’s no point to it, but he still likes it because it’s something s/o likes


  • immediately asks s/o to teach her how to learn how to do origami
  • she’s so excited to learn how to do it!!
  • she gets so frustrated when her origami piece doesn’t turn out looking as good as her s/o’s
  • s/o just laughs and offers to help her once more - practicing is a surefire way to get better, after all!
  • White is so touched when, after a bad episode with her heart, s/o gives her a ton of lucky stars
  • it feels like she won the lottery, honestly
  • she loves origami and how beautiful and delicate it is (esp since it came from her s/o’s hands :))
The Flower-Maker

Fandom: Noragami

Summary: Hiyori comes across a small gift, mysteriously placed for her to find on her way home from school. When the reappearance of these colorful flowers happen daily, she seeks out the one leaving them around. But the flower-maker wasn’t anyone she had expected.

Notes: Fluff and friendship because why not? Two-parter

Song Inspirations: “Heavy Heart” by Anthony Greninger


Hiyori started to loose the belief that it was just a mere coincidence that she had always spotted a paper flower on her way to and from school. The first day she was with her friends and had paused to take a picture of the beautiful origami made flower, crafted with clean lines and folds and tucked delicate between the branches of a bush. 

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DNA Origami: 

Scientists can make synthetic DNA that can be coded to fold in specific places to make origami structures! Just like DNA codes life it could also code the pattern of the folding.  

The hope is that these little “origamies” can be building blocks to more Nano-Devices.  I hope they make awesome tiny robots and tiny castles 

Grad student bride WIN

Making a gorgeous kusudama-flower bridal bouquet (that doubles as a nice eco-friendly wedding favour) from cut-up pieces of incomprehensible scholarly articles that you were forced to print out for coursework research and now have no use for.

I feel like I would be a bad student if I didn’t properly cite my bouquet… So in case anyone’s interested:

Peter J. Pels, “The Spirit of Matter: On Fetish, Rarity, Fact and Fancy.” In Border Fetishisms: Material Objects in Unstable Spaces, ed. Patricia Spyer (New York: Routledge, 2001), 91-121.

Peter J. Pels, “Magical Things: On Fetishes, Commodities and Computers.” In The Oxford Handbook of Material Culture Studies, ed. D. Hicks and M.C. Beaudry (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2010), 613-33.

Ming-Bao Yue, “Nostalgia for the Future: Cultural Revolution Memory in Two Transnational Chinese Narratives.” The China Review 5, no. 2 (Autumn 2005), 43-63.