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“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”

In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Heather Chandler x Reader
Prompt: N/A
Requested by: N/A
Warnings: Homophobia, gendered slurs
A/N: I interrupt this stream of requests to give you: Gay


Heather Chandler never thought she’d see the day where she found her girlfriend sobbing in a stall in the girls toilet. She’d gone in to reapply her makeup during lunch with Heather Duke and Heather McNamara and had heard sobbing in the third stall. Assuming it was just some nobody she ignored it, going straight to the mirror to check her eyeliner while Duke threw a few insults at the crying girl.

“Don’t even bother, Heather, she isn’t even worth it.” Chandler sneered, noticing McNamara move towards the stall with a concerned look, she rolled her eyes and ignored her. No use in feeling pity for people who won’t give you anything in return. With vague interest at kept an eye on McNamara, running a hand through her hair. Maybe she could try a new style? Or at least a trim of some kind. She heard the telling creak of a door and paid no mind to McNamara, until a gasp filled their ears.

“Y/N?!” Chandlers eyes widened at her exclamation. In a matter of seconds Chandler had dropped her eyeliner, shoving her friends aside and dropping down on her knees in front of her girlfriend. The confusion on Duke’s face spoke volumes for all of the Heathers. This wasn’t right. Losers cried in bathroom stalls. People who aren’t worth the time it takes to speak to them did things like this. Not their friend, Y/N. Definitely not Heather Chandler’s Y/N.

Pushing your hair back from your forehead and tilting your head up with a manicured nail, Heather C saw what had caused McNamara such distress. A large black and blue bruise marred your eye, along with a bleeding cut on your forehead. Eyes that normally gazed at Heather with affection and unconditional love were filled with terror and misery that made her stomach twist in fury.

“Who did this?” Heather asked, fury dropping from her words as she, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Your arms moved to wrap around her waist, clinging to her like a shipwrecked man would to a piece of flotsam, and Heather carefully hugged you back. She could hear her friends tittering to each other behind her and blocked out their whispers, concentrating on the growing rage inside her.

“K-Kurt and Ram.” You stuttered, wiping your eyes quickly. “T-They saw us together, before school. They know that we’re… I’m sorry, Heather.” You croaked, knowing how badly she wants to keep the relationship a secret. That didn’t matter anymore. If those mouth-breathers knew then it was only a matter of time until the whole school knew. Heather needed to form a plan, and soon. She was silent a few more moments, thinking the situation over. When her eyes met yours again, they were the same stern and cold ones she used when dealing with business.

“Heather, take her to the infirmary.” She said, standing up and brushing off her desk, snapping her fingers at McNamara who rushed forwards and took your hand, helping you up. You gave your girlfriend a worried look, but she gave you a smile back.
“I’ll meet with you by my car, after school.” She told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and turning to Heather Duke, who looked just as angry as she was.
“Heather?” She asked, and Duke stood to attention. Chandler rolled her eyes and leaned on one leg, tapping her shoe.

“Yes, Heather?” Duke responded, always willing to please. She reminded Chandler of a lap dog. Always there to bark and nip at the ankles of her enemies at her order. It was useful, to say the least. She crossed her arms and smiled, showing her straight white teeth.
“You’re coming with me.” Her voice was like a sickly sweet poison, talking as if the following words were some innocent church phrase. “We know some boys who need castrating.”

You were fast asleep in your bed at home when you saw Heather again. It’d been hours since you were sent home from the incident. Calls had been made, and after a gruff talk from your parents you were sent upstairs to your room. They reacted better than you thought they would, saying while they didn’t quite understand why you were ‘what you were’ they would do their best to support and love you. And right now, that was all you really needed.

Sleep had come quickly once you lay down in your bed, but seemed to be stripped away in an instant as a knock at your window brought you round to consciousness. Lifting yourself from your bed, the aches and pains of your joints begged you to stop straining yourself, but you pressed on. There was only one person who would come knocking at your window at night. Slipping from your bed you crept over the the windowsill and opened your blinds, eyes meeting with your girlfriends. She looked as perfect as ever, her clothes immaculate, gorgeously styled  blonde hair framing her pretty face. You grinned at her and unlocked your window, wondering how you got so lucky.

She climbed into your room silently, locking the window behind her before turning and pulling you into a tight hug. You pressed your face into her shoulder and breathed perfume in, letting her hold you close. Her touch filled you with a feeling of warmth like no other, and you’d never felt safer than when you were in her arms.
“I’ve dealt with everything.” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you sighed. There was no point in asking for details. You trusted Heather, and if she said it was sorted then it was sorted. Leading her over to your bed the two of you lay down, resting your head on her chest and holding each other tight.

“Parents?” She asked, running a hand through your hair lazily. You gazed up at her, smiling at the view.
“Confused, but supportive. Yours?” She shrugged and nodded.
“The same, really. I was in more trouble for what Heather and I did to Tweedledick and Tweedledumb.” Her grin grew at the thought, as you laughed. Normally you weren’t one that enjoyed others being hurt, but considering the circumstances, Kurt and Ram absolutely deserved what was coming to them
“Jesus. What did you do?” You giggled as she ran a finger along your jaw, happy to see you smile.
“I put my croquet mallet to use,” She said, voice aloof, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “and Heather was more than willing to throw around her limited power as well. Listen, all you need to know is that I’m still at the top, and nobody will ever hurt you again, unless they’ve got some kind of brain damage.” Your heart swelled at her words, and you hugged her tighter. It was so hard for you to believe someone like her would ever even look at someone like you. But here you were, protected and loved by her.

Still smiling, you sat up and cupped her face with your hand, gazing into her eyes, which for once had a soft expression. You sighed happily, and in a quick movement pressed your lips to hers in a gentle kiss which she returned just as eagerly, happy to give and receive such affection. After a few more seconds you pulled away, and she began to gingerly kiss the bruises on your face. You closed you eyes and let her, feeling the pain fade away ever so slightly.

“I love you, Heather.” You mumbled without realizing, feeling her freeze. You thought for a moment you’d done something wrong, when she pulled your body flush against hers, destroying any previous anxiety you had.
“I love you too.” She murmured a little hesitantly. There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice, and you wondered if she’d ever said, or even had those three words spoken to her. You were definitely going to change that. Rubbing her back with your hand you kissed her jaw, whispering sweet nothings to her as she relaxed in your arms. And that was how you stayed throughout the night and into the morning. Loved, warm and safe in each others company. You couldn’t wish for more.


A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry if this seemed a little OOC. I’m practicing how to write the Heathers characters and rather liked this one. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

BTS reaction: their S/O has wild, curly hair

Request:  BTS reaction to their s/o having big, wild, curly hair? Maybe do the same for Day6 too if it’s not too much to ask? Love ur blog btw ❤️ you should really write a fanfic btw, no pressure im just saying I think it’d be soooooo good 😭❤️

A/N: Okay, because you’re literally the sweetest person ever and I feel bad for not posting in so long, I’m doing both to try and make it up to y’all and say thank you for all the support on my last post, the feedback was incredible and it means the absolute world to me that you guys are so understanding that I can’t post consistently right now. Thanks again lovelies, enjoy! Xx


Originally posted by jjilljj

Jin would absolutely love how your hair set you apart from most other girls as it wasn’t necessarily a common look in Korea. It certainly meant that you turned heads for all the right reasons, both your hair and undeniable beauty catching the attention and envy of almost everyone. Of course, this would boost Jin’s ego no end as he got to call you his.


Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

Yoongi would love your hair so much that he would constantly want his hair to be as voluminous as yours. He would be constantly checking out how flawless your hair just from rolling out of bed while his stylists made sure he looked perfect, floofing constantly and staring at you in a mix of envy and appreciation at his gorgeous girlfriend.


Originally posted by jinful

Hobi would find it amazing how his S/O’s hair more or less defied gravity. He would be in awe of how it made any outfit look glorious and how the sun would bounce of it at all angles, highlighting every colour and curl. Most of all, he’d love how you’d let him play with it while it was sprawled out over your pillow in the morning.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by forjimin

Most of all he wpuld treasure your hair and treat it like it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. Of course he loved you for so much more than just your hair, he would treasure every lock and would relish stroking it when you would let him. He would be sad when you straightened it even though it was your choice as he thought your natural hair was simply breathtaking. 


Originally posted by sosjimin

The way you brushed your hair from your eyes when you concerntrating. The way you ran your fingers through it absentmindedly and the way it framed your face like a wild mane. All of these things were just parts of what Jimin thought made you so uniquely beautiful and made him weak at the knees. Needless to say he was in love with every part of you, but your hair made him soft.


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

To Tae, your hair would be reflective of your wild and bouncy personality which he loved so much. He loved the way it bounced every time you walked and it would be a common occurrence for him to ruffle your hair or fluff it up as he walked past you, shooting you a wink before wondering off before he fell victim to your rolling eyes. 


Originally posted by officialwookkibby

It would baffle Kookie how whether you had come back from exercising, rolled out of bed or literally been dragged through a hedge backwards your hair looked perfect, every voluminous curl falling immaculately while his stuck up in frenzied tufts. He would be on a mission some days; ruffling your hair and fidding with it in a feeble attempt to make it look messy before sighing in defeat, kissing your forehead while you smirked in victory; something you had the golden maknae didn’t.

Sorry if it's a wee bit long, this seemed to best method of sending it. Whaddya think?

vitalpen submitted:

“Why don’t you just KILL me and get it over with?”

“Huh?  Kill you?”  The toon dropped his smile for just a moment.  Was this real?  Had those words actually just been said?  The giggles came first.  Then the giggles graduated to chuckles, then laughter, then guffaws, and finally full blown cackles. They echoed around the two endlessly, soaking them both in just how funny it was.

When finally, finally, Bendy had gotten it all out and the aftershock wave of giggles had passed, he rubbed the tears from his eyes.  “Oh, Henry, you’re a RIOT. Trust me, if I’d wanted to kill you…” he took the man’s shirt in his hand and wrenched him up, speaking with an unhinged glee through gritted teeth, “YOU’D ALREADY BE DEAD.”

He let go as roughly as he could.  Taking a few paces backward and turning around, breathing to compose himself.  The squeak of his bulbous shoes made him wince.  Every step, night or day, that noise followed him.  Just another one of those things.  He turned around and squeaked back to his captive, who was looking at the floor.

“Look at me, Henry,” he commanded.  When Henry didn’t obey, he grabbed him by the chin and jerked up to look at him.  “I said LOOK AT ME!”

The man’s eyes avoided his.

“LOOK AT ME BEFORE I START POURIN’ INK DOWN YA THROAT!”  He screamed, pupils narrowing to unnerving beady dots and a few black drops dribbling over his eyes.

The threat seemed to pierce his thick skull; Henry’s pupils drifted begrudgingly to him.  A smile came back to his face, but the ink continued to run over his face.  “There’s a good boy.  You know why I don’t wanna kill you?”

Henry didn’t answer.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!”  Bendy screeched, tightening his grip on Henry’s lower jaw.  More ink began to slowly melt over his face.

“Why?!”  Henry blurted through his strained mouth, desperate to loosen the toon’s hand.  It worked, a little.

“Because I’m a guy who likes bein’ fair.  I think you’re only allowed to be as bad to other’s as they been to you.  And you ain’t killed me, so congrats pally, you’ve done the bare freakin’ minimum that a normal person should do.  But ya know what you did do? Henry? Buddy? Partner?”  Bendy leaned in, bring his face closer and closer.  Ink dropped off him like a leaking faucet, quickly covering his shoes and making a puddle on the floor.  When he was less than half an inch away, Bendy spoke in a voice that was almost unrecognizable.

“You used me like the good little meal ticket I was.  Got everything you wanted out of me.  And then you left.  Me.  To.  Rot.”

As if on cue, every last drop reversed its course, like someone hit rewind.  It all flowed right back into him, leaving him the perfect immaculate Bendy he started as.  “So nah, I ain’t gonna kill ya. I’ve got somethin’ WAY better in mind fer YOU.  See, me ‘n’ Joey got ourselves a deal.  I help him with his little, er… project… and he makes sure we never get pushed around and outta the spotlight again.  This whole revenge biz?  Icing on the cake.”

It was hard to talk with a hand clamped around his jaw, but Henry made the attempt anyway.  What came out was complete gibberish but it did the trick.  Bendy’s sadistic grin gave way to a curious frown.  He released the immense pressure he was putting onto Henry’s face and leaned in, putting a hand up to his ear, smile returning.

“What’s that boy?  What’re ya tryin’ to tell me, boy?”

“Bendy, this isn’t you.  The Bendy I know, that crazy guy who kids all over smile and laugh, would never, ever, pull something like this.”  The words were desperate, trying to recover some semblance of the little devil’s sanity.

Once again, the smile dropped off the toon’s face.  The only thing left was a look of pure shock.  For a moment, Henry dared to let himself believe that he’d gotten through.

“The Bendy you knew?  The Bendy YOU KNEW?!”  The toon’s gloves gripped the fabric of man’s shirt and began shaking.  His screaming pierced the air, made Henry’s ears ring.  Ink began to flow freely from the his body, quickly coating the floor and crawling up the walls.  “YOU ABANDONED ME!  YOU ALL JUST PUT OUT YA CIGGARETTES, CLOCKED OUT, AND NEVER CAME BACK!  YEARS, HENRY!  I WAS HERE FOR YEARS!  WAITING, WONDERING, HATING ALL OF YOU.  THEN FINALLY, FINALLY SOMEONE COMES BACK, JOEY COMES BACK AND HE’S GOT A PLAN!  HE’S GOT SOMETHING TO HELP US! THEN YOU HAVE THE GRAPES TO STEP INTO HERE WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN ‘I’M SORRY’?!”

The toons let go with one fist and pulled it back stretching his arm a few feet behind him.  The fist whirled a few times, and for just a second, an ugly, distorted smile conquered Bendy’s face.  Then it shot forward, colliding with Henry’s jaw.  His whole head jerked to the side and as the dull pain quickly spreading, he started to feel lightheaded

“You don’t deserve the Bendy you knew.  You’re stuck with me now.”  Bendy lifted him up, stretching his legs to be taller, then dropped Henry back on the floor.  With that done, the tormentor turned around. “Let’s see how YOU like bein’ trapped in here, forever followin’ the script some schmoe writes for you.”

THIS IS INCREDIBLE.  I’m… I’m making this canon to the AU, yes, this is EXACTLY the kind of tone I’m looking for. 

anonymous asked:

Shuake where they have an argument and Akechi goes full on asshole mode and instantly regrets it, thinks Akira will hate him forever and leave like everyone else so Akira gotta smooth those ruffled feathers lmao at the end he's just like "dude plz I've seen you throw your worst tantrum already & you're a jerk but I still love you <:3c" Srry if this sounds dumb ._.

Okay anon sorry this one took too long, I got really into it hahaha! It got a little bleak and depressing at the beginning but it gets super sweet and stuff near the end! Hope you enjoy! 

And pssh you be quiet it doesn’t sound dumb at all. 

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it’s very relaxing

(( @robotmieser , contract, complete~ ))

Okay so I found this topic again and I’m still mad, and it occurred to me that a lot of people have treated it as a matter of “the only galra that has ever hurt Allura directly or indirectly is Zarkon, so it doesn’t make sense she’d be uncomfortable with Keith in a categorical manner because Zarkon is obviously just a bad apple.”

I just… want to remind everybody about s1e1′s flashback.

Zarkon was attacking Altea with a fleet. Zarkon then, and Zarkon now, had a massive number of forces, other galra, taking his side.

So far we don’t know if there were galra that tried to take the Alteans side. Or if there were, if there were any that made it to Altea in time to try and make a difference. I would suspect at least some of them tried, because species that have been cohabiting and trusting each other for that long, that intimately, can’t just divide that neatly and evenly that quickly (Haggar’s a pretty strong testament to that idea) but Zarkon, at least who he was ten thousand years later- has very little qualms about dispatching people who don’t go with his game plan whether they’re galra or not.

Basically my point is: there probably were galra trying to fight this, but for one reason or another, it would seem like the majority of the galra, and from Allura’s perspective, all of them- took Zarkon’s side. People she had known and considered friends, allies, even just casual acquaintances suddenly turned their backs, and then started attacking.

From that perspective: yeah, Allura is going to be bitter about the whole idea not all of the galra take Zarkon’s side because where were you when Altea was burning? 

And people act like this is supposed to be a rational decision Allura’s making and not, you know, a traumatized 19-year-old who, from her perspective, lost everything she had ever known and felt close to besides one family friend, her castle, and a couple of mice- and was then immediately threatened by Sendak.

Allura is going to be a little irrational about this. She recognized that and apologized that when it seemed like it was seriously threatening Keith’s life. This is also likely something that’s going to come up again, because that’s a deep personal hurt, it’s not going to evaporate because Keith and the Blade are cool dudes.

We can acknowledge that was a real kick in the ribs for Keith and his abandonment issues and how he didn’t deserve that without throwing Allura under the bus. Pinky promise, guys. It is in fact completely possible for two people to conflict and even hurt each other without one of them being the baseless scourge of existence.

Especially because hey remember how Hunk who’s all about sticking up for the team and who is very loud and clear when things are unfair or unreasonable- took Allura’s side on the issue even when reassuring Keith, pointing out that Allura has a lot of baggage on the issue (which she does) and asserting that she just probably needs some time and space (which she did) and that she doesn’t hate him (which she doesn’t, considering she probably cut herself off before really coming to terms with it because she was scared Keith was going to get himself killed and didn’t want that)

Because I mean if trauma is no justification for acting that way and it’s unforgivable Allura refused to talk to Keith, I guess we should be arranging a manhunt now for that time Pidge, because of prior issues, threatened to leave the team.

Or that time Keith, because of prior issues, absolutely blew up at Pidge and yelled at her for wanting to go find her family to the point Shiro had to verbally shut him down.

Or the way Shiro, because of prior issues, flipped out at Slav to the point that he nearly tried to bodily drag Slav past those cracks in the floor.

It’s not like the entire team is flawed complex people who are not always going to make perfect immaculate choices in particular contexts especially relevant to stuff that has seriously messed them up before and yes- astonishingly- sometimes those behaviors are going to have fallout that hits other people because this is a gosh dang team show and that’s how you advance the plot. 

“You do know it is impolite to scowl, Papa.”

Cullen raised an eyebrow, his daughter giggling at the look of annoyance. “Papa?”

“It’s what the Orlesians say.”

“It is most definitely not what you say, then.”

“I fear I rather like it.”

He scoffed, ignoring the smug grin his eldest child wore, glancing around the room. So little had changed at the Winter Palace in so many years, most notably his disdain for the place. Even for a simple luncheon, the ludicrous outfits and stifling decoration made him loathe even the immaculately perfect sandwiches laid out. His uniform was still too tight, and the scratch of the fabric in the summer warmth was miserably uncomfortable. This had been his wife’s idea, accepting the damn invite and playing the adoring visitors. On hindsight, he should have simply refused to entertain the idea entirely.

“The sooner this is over, the better.”

“You are just no fun, Papa.”

Cullen flinched at the use of the title again, scowling down at her. “And just where is your brother?!”

“Having his cheeks pinched and being fed fancy little cakes.”

His gaze followed his daughter’s guiding point and fell on his youngest child, who was happily perched on a chair surrounded by Orlesian women cooing over him, traitorous icing ringing his mouth, crumbs littering rounded cheeks, and looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Mon petit, would you like another cake?”

“Is he not the most darling babe?”

So exquisitely like his father. The curls!”

“And the provincial Ferelden charm!”

“Speak the Chant again, mon chou.”

The youngster took the last bite of his most recent cake and cleared his throat, fairly obviously hamming it up for his audience, golden eyelashes fluttering as he pulled an exaggeratedly pious face.

I am not alone. Even as I stumble on the path with my eyes closed, yet I see the Light is here.

There were squeals of adoration, accompanied by disgustingly cute little claps, and Cullen wondered just when his son had transformed from the usually wild little heathen, covered in dirt and terrorising the tower guard, to this saintly child spouting the Canticle of Trials, with perfectly neat golden ringlets, a pristine uniform and holding the adoration of near half the Orlesian court with an angelic pout. As he glared at his daughter’s triumphant smirk, the boy chose that moment to glance over, face filling with delight at the sight of him, and the very words that left his mouth chilled his blood.

“Daddy! There you are!”

At once, there were several sets of eyes upon him, peals of delight and the feigned gasps accompanying them, and he felt a nudge at the back of his leg as his daughter skipped into the crowd, golden curls bouncing innocently as she grinned over her shoulder, abandoning him with little mercy.

“Enjoy, Papa!”

Commander! Won’t you join us!”

Andraste preserve him. He hated Halamshiral.

lvtvr’s writing tutorials, pt 1: battling my nemesis (or, how to punctuate dialogue)

Sup, fellow kids. I’m Charlie. I write.

I’ve also translated and proofread four full-length novels, so I now suffer from the work-related condition of never being able to turn my editing glasses off. This can make reading fanfic a bitch for me. Because, let’s be real: unbeta’d amateur work easily lets a lot of mistakes slip through.

It is, however, possible to minimize those mistakes.

Is the world going to end if there are errors in your fanfic? Of course not. If you want to focus on the content of your writing more than adhering to rules of language, by all means, do that. There’s time to learn this stuff later.

But you know what? Formatting matters. If you truly want to get better at writing, then eventually you are going to have to deal with this aspect of it. And yes, it’s hard work – but I hope to help you along the way.


This seems to be the #1 formatting problem that amateur writers struggle with. However, there are boatloads of experienced fanfic writers who still seem to struggle with it, or are just so used to making mistakes that they’ve made it “their style.” And at the risk of sounding like a total bitch, it doesn’t matter how amazing or well-loved their work is otherwise: wrong is still wrong. Just because someone is consistent about always writing “your” instead of “you’re” doesn’t make it correct, and dialogue is no different.

If these kinds of persistent mistakes don’t bother you, then good for you. Your life is probably a lot more fun than mine.

But if you want to learn to do it right – if you want the great look and perfect flow that immaculate punctuation will bring your writing – then you have to rise above this.

Time for some rules.


Let’s start with something simple.

“Hey,” he said.

This is a good sentence. This sentence is an upstanding member of our society. You can’t go wrong with this sentence. Got me? Okay.

Now let’s have a look at another one.

“Hello.” She said.

This sentence is a delinquent. In fact, it’s not even a sentence – it’s two sentences. And it is always, always, always wrong. Rule of thumb: never do this. Ever.

This isn’t just some elitist, snooty gatekeeping crap, either. There’s a purely functional reason why it’s incorrect.

By putting a period after your dialogue, you are cutting it off from whatever comes next. Whatever follows dialogue that ends with a period has to be an independent sentence. This distinction is used to regulate the rhythm and flow of the writing.

Now, “said” is a transitive verb, meaning it needs to take an object. While you can sigh, yawn, or laugh independently of anything else, “saying” isn’t possible unless you are saying SOMETHING. (I.e., “She laughed” is a complete sentence on its own; “He said” isn’t.) Same goes for synonyms of “say,” such as whisper, repeat, and exclaim. They almost always get lonely without some dialogue attached to them with a comma.

Let’s look at some examples.

“I’m fine.” He said.
“I’m fine,” he said.

The first example IS NEVER CORRECT. NOT EVER. It should ALWAYS be the latter. ALWAYS.


“I’m fine,” he laughed.
“I’m fine.” He laughed.

These examples are BOTH CORRECT, but convey different nuances. In the first example, he laughs the words. In the second, he says the words first, and laughs afterward. These are separate things, not two different ways to express the same idea. No matter how much fic you’ve read where they’re treated as synonymous, they are not. They are not. They are not.


When a sentence in dialogue ends with a question mark or exclamation point, you always keep that punctuation – you never replace it with a comma. This is where we use the above rule to make sure things don’t get ambiguous.

“What’s up?” they yawned.
“What’s up?” They yawned.

Again, these examples are BOTH CORRECT. In the first, they are yawning the words. In the second, they yawn after speaking. By capitalizing “they,” you are indicating that the question mark is behaving like a period. You are thereby orphaning the sentence that follows the dialogue. In this case, since the sentence can stand alone, that’s perfectly fine.

Next example:

“I’m okay!” the boy repeated.
“I’m okay!” The boy repeated.

Here, the first example is CORRECT. The second is ALWAYS WRONG. Remember, capitalizing “the” means you are drawing a line between the dialogue and the following sentence. “Repeated” needs an object, but now, because the exclamation point is behaving like a period, “The boy repeated” stands alone. That’s an ungrammatical sentence, and without the implied attachment to the preceding dialogue, it drifts alone in the void.

And, well, that’s not good.


Special section to address this other weird shit I’ve seen:

“I’m fine.” He murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee, “I promise.”

This is a big WTF that has basically just reversed the correct order of things. It should be:

“I’m fine,” he murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “I promise.”

Another example:

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend, “You should try it.”

We have two options to fix this, depending on if we want her to laugh the words or not.

“That’s pretty cool,” the doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing as she speaks)

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing after speaking)

Sometimes, especially when you start working with more complex sentences, things can get confusing, and your options can increase. Feel free to shoot me a message if you’re not sure. However, the rules above are the basic ones to keep in mind.

Okay, you made it to the end! If it feels like a lot, that’s because it is. Yes, it’s plenty to remember, because writing is hard. Try to think about these rules when you’re reading published books (not fanfic, you can’t trust fanfic), and eventually you’ll get the hang of it.

Believe in the me that believes in you.

Good luck!

The difference that is Yukari.

This week’s ep was so good that I had to go into discussion about it.

But I will try to keep this post short cuz I’m feeling under the weather.

*sigh* Now would be a great time to get a nice pat on the head from Yukarin. I bet my sinuses would clear right up like that. *snaps fingers*

In all my experience dealing with purple magical girls, they seldom deviate from being the cool, mysterious and/or extremely competent bishoujo. Even if they don’t possess those traits, you can expect them to take things so seriously that you’ll often have to revert to the use of the old trope, “Defrosting the Ice Queen”, before they mellow out and open themselves up to you.

Going as far back as Milky Rose (whom I do consider a legitimate Cure), the Precure line seems to have covered most, if not all, of those bases.

They’re strong, talented, incredibly book smart and some of them even come with an angsty backstory to highlight how much more interesting they are from the rest of the cast.

They’re pretty much one of the major things that keeps people hyped for this genre because that is the archetype we just love to see, y’know?

But unlike the purple Cures before her, unlike Milky Rose who was difficult to deal with at times, unlike Moonlight who deliberately kept her distance for a while, unlike Sword or Fortune who were so focused on their respective missions that they lashed out at those who interfered, and unlike Magical who tried to hide her insecurities behind a mask, Macaron/Yukari…is not trying to be unapproachable?

She’s fairly aloof, alright, and can be intimidating with that celebrity status of hers. But it’s not in a way where Yukari actually has any ill intention to drive you off for good because she doesn’t want to deal with you (at least that’s the way I see it).

Sure, she declined her classmates’ offer to go to the new macaron shop but if you watch that part again, she visibly sighs a bit at how they just gave up so easily after getting rejected.

To me, it looked like she was putting them through a test to see if they can convince her to join them and obviously, they failed. They got frightened and backed out immediately, stuttering words about “next time” and all that.

It’s definitely a very awkward scenario and most people would sympathize with the rejected and think of Yukari as haughty.

But when you realize that the problem lies more in people’s fervent admiration of Yukari and less in Yukari’s standoffish attitude, you start to understand her a little better.

People are always telling Yukari “You’re so amazing! You’re so great! You can do everything, there’s nothing you can’t do!” that it just gets old very fast.

Yukari knows all these things already and yet people keep raining down praises on her. Putting her on a pedestal over and over again. It’s just plain boring.

So if that was what those girls were planning to do during the entire time they were there at the macaron shop, then it’s better for Yukari to spare herself the annoyance of having everyone worshiping her feet the moment she walks in and being bored again.

Yukari is in search for something she hasn’t come across before. She’s looking for something to actually spark her interest for once. Something new, something that can possibly excite her. And she won’t invest in those whose efforts she can already tell are half-assed. That’s just a waste of time.

And her second (er, third actually) encounter with Ichika more or less supports that argument.

Ichika isn’t deterred when Yukari says she doesn’t remember her from the other day. She doesn’t scare off so quickly in Yukari’s presence and when Yukari asks her why she’s so persistent on petting the lucky neko, Ichika responds with “because it’s a challenge!” and that word alone resonates within Yukari.

Yep, Yukari wants a challenge. But since she’s so good at so many things, she really doesn’t know where to look for one she hasn’t done yet. She doesn’t know what it is that she’s looking for.

However, maybe this genki bunny girl does…

I mean, Ichika succeeded in getting Yukari’s attention so it’s worth a shot, right? Maybe hanging out with her will let Yukari have some much needed fun.

And so Ms. Kotozume ‘Kidnapping-you-as-my-imouto-for-the-day’ Yukari proceeds to drag Ichika all over town.

But even Ichika reacts like everyone else does. She says the words Yukari was hoping not to hear. Those same old words that have been repeated to Yukari countless times.

However, unlike everyone else, Ichika does notice how Yukari isn’t happy with the compliments she gives. She doesn’t put a name to it but simply remarks “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself at all, Yukari-san”.

And I love that because too often do people just accept the “perfect” characters as they are without question. Which is weird because no one can be that perfect or that close to immaculate perfection without knowing that some form of negativity or hardship comes with that impossible level of skill. Yet Yukari’s situation is presented to us as an issue. For her.

It’s because she’s so capable and talented that it creates a wall between her and others. Nobody’s willing to take the chance to jump over it in order to get to know Yukari cuz they’re so preoccupied with the thought that “she’s way too out of our league!”. And Yukari has been pushed so far up from the ground by her fans that it’s a hassle just to look for a conversation that doesn’t go in circles about her.

Yukari doesn’t need to hear about Yukari.

What she needs to know is if you are worth her goddamn friggin’ time.

Luckily, Ichika really is that persistent and really does want, for Yukari’s sake, to do something interesting. So she proposes they make macarons together at the cafe and since macarons are really tricky to make no kidding! I have trouble just holding onto one without it crumbling Yukari all but latches onto the idea like a cat cuz she’s so tired of being bored.

Of course, the initial results aren’t as kanpeki as they hoped it would be (even Yukari is in mild shock cuz she’s never come short before, I suspect) but that’s wonderful (and hilarious, lol) because…

The girls get to see this side of Yukari that nobody else has seen.

Perfectionist Yukari.

Yukari who is already perfect but wants to challenge herself. Yukari who won’t take anything less than an A+. Yukari who is determined not to settle for “just good” but to go beyond that.

No wonder why she sticks to Ichika longer than she has with anyone else. Like her, Ichika is not the type to give up and will keep trying and trying until she reaches her goal. Their personalities are different but they are on the same wavelength on their approach to challenges.

In other words, Yukari is drawn to that type of person and has been, unknowingly, looking for them all along.

Then there’s this moment which is pretty awesome in and of itself (and yes, funny too xD). 

Yukari is so obsessed with making her macarons perfect that she doesn’t realize she’s no longer bored! She’s enjoying herself, albeit in a very focused way.

And if I may, I’m pretty sure Ichika didn’t say she likes the macarons more but that she likes Yukari more (go listen to it again).

Because seeing Yukari doing her best is quite a sight and Ichika can’t help but be so thrilled to witness this side of Yukari that no one else has seen till now. To Yukari’s ears, this is certainly a different kind of compliment than the ones she usually gets. This one is not concerned about her results or how she’s generally so competent in whatever. This one is actually about her hard work at something she is notably not perfect at (yet) and that must be very refreshing to hear.

Y’know, I gotta to hand it to Ichika. She’s happy-go-lucky and hyperactive alright but her natural ability to win people over with that… quality of hers is pretty amazing, too.

It’s not the case where she knows exactly what to say or what to do in these situations but more like she has a knack for the simple, but right, words and gestures (sometimes anyway).

How she’s been going around technically recruiting the other Cures that way, it reminded me of how Nozomi earned the respect and love from her friends when they were starting out as Precure. Not because she is particularly smart or clever or the strongest of them all but that she is utterly sincere and earnest about wanting to spend time with them.

And to no one’s surprise, it’s clear that they all reciprocate Ichika’s feelings and would gladly follow her as their leader. Ichika practically cured Himari’s anxiety, she inspired Aoi to keep going with her song and here she let Yukari have the most fun she’s had in a while.

Not everyone can do that.

And not everyone can actually get Yukari to say she likes them back either. But when you’re as resilient as Ichika in defending people’s happiness and such, you can’t help but grow to like them. Hee~ :3

(On another note, I think we should bring out the champagne cuz OMGAWD, Yukari, fickle gorgeous cat lady, actually said “suki”! 8DDD)

So yea, I realize I went off a little bit from my original point but it’s really not hard to see what separates Yukari/Macaron from the other purple Cures. And that’s what I really like about her.

An Other called Buck

“So, wait. It can’t fly?” You ask with a frown.

“Nah. Big bastard probably wishes it could though. We’d be sooo fucked though if it did, could you bloody imagine?” Buck gives you a meaningful look, then smiles.

 You laugh. It all seems so strange; stuff you never thought possible just laid out of for you so clearly. ‘A deal well struck,’ you think.

“There’re a lot of other things people think the old Slug’s kin can do. But they can’t really. That Beast didn’t need none of that fancy Hollywood shit when it fucked the King up good and proper. No sir, just waltzed in and stirred the Elsewhere up like you wouldn’t believe. Weren’t even meant to be here in the first place,” said Buck.

 He looked sad for a second. Staring at the ground, his golden eyes glittering with old memories. You almost feel sorry for him.

‘It’, you correct yourself. Not ‘him’.


 At first glance, you might’ve described the thing that called itself Buck as a person. But once you had a closer look (if you were an idiot), you would quickly realise that Buck was too perfect. He looked photoshopped; an immaculate black man with flawless features, that smiled and moved just like a person. But Buck was not a person.

“And, yeah, now it’s just sitting around. Under the old English building, doing fuck all. Lazy prick.”

 Buck smiles again and looks at you.

“Anything else you’d like to know, kiddo?” he says.

 You think for a moment.

“Yeah, actually. You mentioned…” You resist the urge to rub the iron nail resting in your back pocket, “…the King. Is that like, um, I mean I’ve heard about the Royalty and the…”

“The Queen?” Buck nods, his eyes flit around for a second, searching the shadows with fierce glowing eyes. To you, it seems like it’s just the two of you, but you can’t be sure.

“Sorry Pumpkin, not really my story to tell. Always a bigger fish, and all that. Bigger teeth. You understand.”

You frown, a little disappointed, but you decide not to push your luck any further. If even half the rumours you’ve heard about the Royalty and the Queen are true, then you suppose that not knowing might be for the best.

“Um, no, in that case that’s all I’ve got, I think,” you say.

 You double check your list:

-Ask about the Good Neighbours (check)

-Where they came from (check)

-What they are (check)

-Why Elsewhere University? (check)

-What else was out there (double check; you just know you’ll be having nightmares for months)

-The Royalty (better luck next time)

 Buck was very thorough with answering all your questions. For hours, the two of you had explored all the angles and details of your queries with a forthrightness that surprised you. The Fair Folk weren’t known for their candour. But then again, that had been part of the bargain you’d made.

“Excellent. Glad I could help you out.”

 Buck’s smile widens, but in a human way. Not the ear-to-ear grin that you’ve seen from some of the other… Others.

“Your turn now,” he says, “I kept my side of the bargain.”

“Oh. Shit, yeah.” You hesitate for a moment.

“Come on, just one kiss.”

 The deal was one kiss for all the answers to any question you could every want an answer to. You’d brought a list to remind you, so you couldn’t leave with anything left out. You’d found Buck, one of the more ‘human’ of the Fair Folk, and broached an exchange with strict guidelines.

“One kiss. And I leave this meeting in the same condition that I arrived, no funny business. That’s what we agreed.” You say, nervous and sweating, your heart pounding now.

 Buck rests his hand on your shoulder, you feel almost at ease by this very human gesture.

“I know, don’t worry. No changes of any kind. You’ll leave this meeting the same way you came. Mind, spirit, and body. I gave my word,” he says, “now pucker up.”

 You close your eyes and he kisses you. Bucks lips are cold and clammy, pressed against yours. He tastes like sour milk and rust, and you try not to gag.

 He pulls away. You realise that you’ve been holding your breath.

“You taste great. Minty. I like it,” you hear Buck say.

 You open your eyes.

 A sharp wetness hits your pupil and the world blurs, stinging, as you blink franticly. It burns. It throbs with an icy burn that blisters the insides of your lids. You rub at the pain furiously and your palms come away wet with tears and fairy spit.

 Then you squint around, searching amongst the unfocused, too bright haze of Elsewhere University, looking for Buck. You keep blinking, the pain recedes and you can finally see with a vague clarity. The focus sharpens suddenly and you can see Elsewhere for what it truly is.

 You babble inanely for a moment as your eyes stream, still tender with a dull ache. Madness tickles at the edge of your mind. Shards of light and torrents of shadow swirl about you. Eyes of all shapes and colours gleam out at you, attached to faces born of pure insanity.

 Buck smiles at you. The smile breaks, exploding with golden teeth, his body covered in filthy, matted fur. It is no longer even remotely human, with fur that bubbles like molten tar and drips like oil, ever changing. Long leathery fingers reach out for you.

“Don’t worry. You’ll leave in the same condition that you arrived. Mind, spirit, and body. But in the meantime,” Buck’s golden eyes flare with delight.

“Fancy another kiss?”


You awake on your back. Staring at a dazzling sun, you wince. Thinking for a moment you remember what you were supposed to do. You’d brought a list after all. You’d thought this through.

 Now all that is left is to find the Other they call Buck.

palisauraus  asked:

Dramione 😍 "this is our only option."

“This is our only option,” Ron said.  The words weren’t even a question.  He sounded furious and disgusted and, perhaps, even betrayed.  They’d fought for so long, and lied to themselves about how well things were going.  Things were not going well.  You could only mop up blood and bind wounds and apparate away from groups of ever-more Death Eaters for so long before you had to stop pretending you were winning.  Voldemort had been a figure head.  Yaxley, it turned out, was a much better strategical thinker.  With Yaxley in charge, the bag guys were winning.  

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anonymous asked:

Kageyama is always so well drawn and handsome in the manga compared to other characters like Kenma


When I started manga this actually surprised me bc I know how much styles change and all and a lot of characters are bound to look meh in a considerable amount of panels so I didn’t expect this to be case but… He always has been drawn so consistently perfect-looking, even in the beginning where even Oikawa didn’t look that good, Kageyama was still perfect and he merely continued to look amazing.. I just can’t get over it??? IMO he’s the most perfect looking character in hq and his looks are just.. so underrated, it’s annoying. Also he has that .. different sides that are all so very attractive? There are panels of him being incredibly beautiful, then super masculine and and intimidating and just so very handsome, then super dorky and sdhgf so adorable and cute.. I just.. love how he looks so much in all of them?? It’s kind of a challenge to find a panel of him looking meh tbh, even when he’s in the background Furudate draws him well, that’s also why it’s so hard for me to progress at reading manga, I end up .. basically screenshotting all his damn appearances, wtf??? :/ 

This is from the first chapters, when pretty much everyone looked .. eehh most of the time while he looks like this:

then he started to look like this 

and from the latest chapter.. he’s in the background and yet still he’s still drawn so attractively:


(Also, imo.. Kenma doesn’t look bad, esp lately. Check Suga-Hinata-Yamaguchi-Akaashi if you wanna see the actual horror.)

    If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple “Thank You” will suffice. None of this “How did you get in my house” business. So rude <– Anakin @ Obi-Wan

    Anakin just wants to make breakfast and maybe cuddle you while you’re asleep, Obi-Wan, don’t be rude.

    Obi-Wan changes the code to his room just to be sure. Anakin still gets in anyway. Obi-Wan eventually gives up on keeping him out.

    He hates himself a little when he lets Anakin have a drawer in the dresser and his special shampoo in the fresher, but he has to admit, Anakin’s hair IS very nice.

    Anakin somehow ropes Obi-Wan into absently braiding his hair when they’re watching some shitty Naboo drama that Padme got Anakin hooked on.

    It’s better than paying attention to the insipid storyline, at least.  Last time he paid attention to the drama Anakin made him watch, he started making Comments and Anakin flopped over on him and gave him the worst death glare. Then he started smacking his hand against Obi-Wan’s face every time he so much as started to say ANYTHING.  The metal one.

    It was very rude. Anakin should’ve known better than to think Obi-Wan WOULDN’T have things to say about the acting, the directing, the script writing, the casting, the costuming, the… well, you get the idea. Anyway, Obi-Wan thinks it was rude of Anakin. Anakin now has the rule that Obi-Wan is not allowed to speak while the show is on, only during commercials or after it’s done.

    Anakin especially won’t tolerate any criticism of the love story dialogue.
    “No one speaks like that!” Obi-Wan protests.  "This drama is full of wooden dialogue that makes no sense with modern audi–“
    "IT’S A STYLE CHOICE, SHUT UP,” Anakin shouts over him until Obi-Wan sighs and decides to take the higher road.

    Obi-Wan attempted to break the silence during the show rule and that’s why he ended up braiding Anakin’s hair. Turns out, doing so wasn’t much better, because he completely tuned out the show, and Anakin was upset w/ him that he had nothing to say after the episode was over. Since he wasn’t paying attention.

    Obi-Wan: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what do you want me to say? You and Padme have horrible taste.
    Anakin: [offended gasp] How DARE you insult Padme’s perfect, flawless, immaculate taste in media that way!
    Obi-Wan: It’s okay, Anakin, some people just have bad taste in cinema–
Anakin: I’m telling Padme what you said.
    Obi-Wan: You wouldn’t dare.

    They have a fight about it for a solid five minutes until Obi-Wan suddenly stops, smiling gently.  "Why don’t you tell me about it, then?  I enjoy your enthusiasm for it.“
    Anakin sulks, still sullen, but agrees and after, like, ten minutes of detailing EVERY LITTLE PLOT POINT, is back to being LIT UP in the Force like a halo surrounds him.
    Obi-Wan, meanwhile, got ten minutes of the best meditation time he has EVER experienced.  The minute Anakin starts talking about Sareeya’s love for Nala, how ROMANTIC IT IS, like that time they met on the floral-strewn veranda during Festival Week, Obi-Wan immediately zones out, he doesn’t even have to try.

    Obi-Wan learned from Yoda how to meditate with his eyes open. Obi-Wan will have to remember to thank Yoda later.  Anakin almost catches him like, once. Obi-Wan masterfully deflects and distracts Anakin with another topic, though.

Masterfully deflects and distracts Anakin with another topic:
    Anakin:  [suspicious]  ARE YOU LISTENING, MASTER?
    Obi-Wan:  Ah, yes, of course I was.  I was just wondering… what your favorite secondary couple from the show was.
    Anakin:  [LIGHTS UP]
    Obi-Wan:  [victory, but at WHAT COST?]



  • prompto going “so you’re a witch??” and ignis being all “i am a MAGIC PRACTITIONER”
  • “so basically a witch, yea?”
  • ignis’ suits always look perfect and immaculate and that’s because they’re perfectly enchanted. never any dirt or wrinkles!
  • likes to do certain things himself, like getting dressed, making food, etc.but on rare days where he happens to oversleep his apartment is just WILD. clothes are flying around, eggs magically hitting the skillet, papers arranging themselves perfectly for the day, everything in the apartment cleaning themselves
  • wild emotions can make his magic go a bit out of whack. you haven’t seen ignis truly distraught until you’ve seen him holding a stack of papers in a vice grip and them suddenly BURSTING INTO FLAMES
  • ignis’ go to element happens to be electricity. when he’s distraught you could touch him and get a shock thats x10 the regular static shock you’d typically get. he can turn a small shower into a raging thunderstorm on his worse days. pretty sure he’s accidentally caused someone to get randomly struck by lightning on a clear day because he was that pissed
  • prompto’s element, however, is fire. as referenced by every time his power goes wild (which is often because he has SO MUCH of it but is highly untrained) he tends to set things ablaze. 
  • this also means prompto is basically a giant heater tbh. because it makes his temp much higher than normal. great snuggling material