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SKAM S04E04 Clip 4 - The Best Of Islam

NOORA: What is this again? We’re here for my sake?
SANA: Yes, of course we’re here for your sake.
NOORA: Just to look at muslim boys and stuff.
SANA: Aren’t you tired of white boys now? I thought we had to get out, meet new types of people, see that there’s plenty of fish in the sea. You know what I mean?
NOORA: But you said muslim boys just use Norwegian girls.
SANA: It’s good that you’re converting to Islam, then.
NOORA: Don’t turn around now, okay? But are those boys looking at us?
SANA: How shouldl I see if they’re looking at us if I can’t turn around?
NOORA: Oh my God, they’re coming over!
SANA: Stay cool.
NOORA: Stay cool? I’m really fuckign cool! Hi there!
BOY1: Can we sit here?
SANA AND NOORA: Yes, of course.
JONAS: It’s okay? Great!
SANA: Sit down!
NOORA: Hi! Yes, hi.
ALI: Ali.
NOORA: Noora.
ALI: Nice to meet you.
NOORA: Noora, it’s a pleasure.
SANA: Sana, it’s a pleasure.
ALI: Ali, it’s a pleasure.
JONAS: Jonas. It was sana?
SANA: Yes.

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anonymous asked:

I dare you to tell another story from the apartment


Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?


“To me. I stress through the days with 100 thought in my head and everything can be totally chaos, but when I start to pray, everything turns silent and clear. Because in spite of all this chaos, you remember what really matters. It’s fine because everything has a meaning. Did you for example know that in the brains of cockroaches, there are nine different types of antibiotics molecules that are stronger than any type of penicillin we have today?” “Cockroaches? Seriously? Where did that come from?”

Writing Prompts

• Is there any truth to it?
• Who does it for you?
• Are you going to charge them?
• How much can they say?
• But how have they left?
• You need to question everything.
• How often do you see that?
• Have you talked to your daughter yet?
• We have no answers yet.
• Who’s in charge of that?
• I need a change of pace.
• How cute were they?
• Has he retired yet?
• Are you ever okay?
• Can you drive by?
• They reviewed it first.
• We could have worked together.
• Who uses it anymore?
• Sometimes, I even sleep.
• What are you wearing?
• I’d like a new diagnosis.
• Are you here together?
• I have no brakes.
• It’s not something you can limit.
• They don’t have answers.
• You can’t release that.
• I’d like to go in hiding.
• Are you aware of your senses?
• Who drank that?
• Have you assessed him?
• They are perfectly normal.
• They wanted us to stay together.
• That’s what he looked like.
• I’ve been incredibly lucky.
• Have you written this?
• I didn’t reject you.
• Something happened then.
• Did you break up with him?
• Is it morning yet?
• They called us first.
• Be kind to each other.
• You shouldn’t ask questions.
• Who was there that night?
• Where is the information from?
• I can’t imagine leaving that behind.
• Why did you call him of all people?
• It looked very strange.
• He would have never allowed it.
• Where does it come from?
• We are a very small community.
• Can you knock?
• Where did it end?
• Is there a difference?
• Maybe I’m projecting.
• What did you find?
• That was a strange call.
• It was a long relationship.
• I lost all hope.
• When did you get there?
• We took it seriously.
• They have a magical touch.
• Talk to me tonight.
• But why would you have them?
• We should just dance.
• It was just a hoax.
• Thank you for joining me.
• Can we report this?
• Nothing was out place.
• Where do we leave it?
• We broke up that morning.

Hot For Teacher [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Character: Rick Grimes

Word Count: 4,022

Prompt/Summary: High School/University AU 

Warnings: Smut, Language, Dirty Talk, Taboo Relationship, Unprotected Sex

Note: I’m baaacccckkkk! Sorry, it took me so long to start writing again, this pesky thing called real life kept getting in the way. Anyway, here is some STRAIGHT UP FILTH for @such-a-common-girl ‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats Ana! No one deserves 1K more than you, girl! Enjoy!

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Where the hell did you all come from!?

I don’t normally acknowledge how many watchers/followers I have.
But last night I noticed that I had just passed the 1000 mark!

Thank you guys so much for following my stuff!
I don’t really do anything spectacular or out there but thanks for visiting lil’ old me anyway.
The fact that so many people watch me is both surprising and amazing.
Again thank you!

You’re all beautiful and I love you very much!
All 1000 (and counting) of you!!

But seriously where the hell did you guys come from?

Vernon’s Muscle’s Masterpost

OKay I’m literally trash lmao I had to make this cause, Vernon is my ultimate bias and I’m a hoe for him always so.. Lets get into this~

[Beware of CAPS, I’m too excited lol]





But look at that VEIN OkAY…

He came back with the sleeveless shirts like, “You THOUGHT it was over”

I was over here like:

Real quick tho.. LOOK AT HIS THIGHS


And do you guys remember this?

CaUSE I SURE DO! Imagine what his abs look like NOW THO.. Cause this was only from 2015 or early 2016 I think.. JISOOS CHRIST..


Originally posted by gorgeousphan



LOOK AT HIS CHEST MY- Th0SE PeCS  ah shit..ok..

I’m sorry, I’m SH00K

Alright! So here’s my theory: By this time next year he’s gonna be SWOLE. MARK YOUR CALENDER’S NOW. i’M TALKING BUILT LIKE S.COUPS IS.. I’M NOT READY FAM I mean we shouldn’t be surprised because, he has said that he’s been working out sooo.. I’M JUST WARNING YA’LL NOW BEFORE HE FUCKS US ALL UP SO YOU WON’T BE LOOKING LIKE THIS-


Originally posted by thebeautysurrounds

Okay so. Hey. I started this blog/endeavour/journey in 2015 while I was very mentally ill (suicidal depression, anxiety, panic attacks). In an effort to escape, I set up on Tumblr, thinking ‘hey this would be a really fun way to make friends and share my writing’. I wasn't particularly optimistic that anyone would like/notice Azrael, but I persevered. Now, here we are, almost two years later and there are 600 of you! *whispers* What in the actual fuck.

It took me like six months to get to 50! Where did you all come from and why are you here! 

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8| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 3655

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With the knowledge that Jimin was still at Amour, you eagerly looked toward his table when you went down for breakfast the next morning. Of course he wasn’t there.

“Does he ever eat?” You muttered, watching as Dawon, Soekjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon sat down at their table.

Jiwoo, who stood in front of you in the line, heard you, and turned to follow your gaze.

She smiled. “He probably eats in his room.” She shrugged.

“I thought we all had to eat here.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think Park Jimin would do anything to put his ballet in danger.”

You tried to accept that, but still. Why did he not come and eat with his friends?

Heading to technique, your limbs already screamed after yesterday’s class. “You’re so lucky getting the solo, (Name).” Yuna said as she pushed open the studio door. “It’s a massive compliment coming from Madame Choi.”

“Yeah.” Hyeun nodded, popping up behind. “She never gives out solos. You are seriously good!”

An unladylike snort came from across the room, where Minjee and Seohyun sat, tying on their shoes.

“Jesus, Hyeun.” Minjee drawled. “Did you put your diaper over your brain this morning?” She stood up, the whole class now listening in.

“If (Name) screws up, then we’re all going to lose. We shouldn’t be relying on someone who can’t even dance at her own age level.” She raised a pointed eyebrow at you. “No pressure or anything, (Name), but we’re all going to work our asses off and still fail because of you.”

“You are so out of line, Minjee.” Hyeun said, shaking her head.

“And see.” Minjee pointed. “She doesn’t even hang out with people who can help her. We all know that you’re way too butch for ballet, Hyeun.”

Hyeun snapped, striding towards her with her fist raised. “You fucking – ”

“Positions please!” Madame Choi’s voice stopped her hand, just inches away from Minjee’s jaw. You all spun around. Madame Choi was taking up her place at the front of the studio, her face sharp as usual, but she didn’t seem to have noticed.

She stared back at your shocked faces with distaste. “Well come on! We have very little time.” She clapped her hands to Mister Ghim, who was only just sitting down. “To the barre, please!”

After a few glances of confusion, you all rushed to the barres. You pulled Hyeun in front of you. It would be way too easy to let her leg fly back into Minjee’s stomach during a set of tondues. You could see her shoulders rising and falling quickly.

“Hyeun.” You whispered. “Calm down. We’ll sort this out later.”

With Madame Choi in her usual, no-nonsense mood, no one thought it best to tell her about what had been going on. You went through your usual barre exercises, though it took a full ten minutes to relax back into the familiar moves.

“Alright.” Madame Choi called. “Positions for the beginning, if you please.”

You went to the centre feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Even if most of the class didn’t like Minjee, her words had gotten through. A lot was placed on you. Everyone wanted to win this, and Minjee was right. If you screwed up, the class would lose. Trying to expel those thoughts from your head, you raised yourself up onto Pointe. Your left leg immediately came up behind you.

“And music please! And one two three four.” Your breathing was shaky as you held an arabesque, and lifted your arms.

“Chin up, Miss (Surname)!” You lifted your head quickly. You had to block out Minjee’s words. You changed legs, making the series of moves Madame Choi had shown yesterday. You were doing fine. But was fine good enough? You kept going. Things weren’t so bad once people began entering behind you. You were relaxed enough to think about the choreography. The courus weren’t working in the first section, but you continued to do them, as she’d asked.

The rest of your class were finally onstage, and you went through the gruelling routine of quick pirouettes and turns. Now that everyone had the moves, Madame Choi began to change your positions, so that you weren’t just in lines. Now you moved around the ‘stage’, not staying in the same spot more than a few seconds. The music was quick and sharp, and you seemed to be at its mercy.

“Come on!” Yelled Madame Choi at one point. “Focus! You all just changed half the moves! Again from bar fifty three and one two three four.”

She didn’t put you into any of the formations. Instead, You were to dance through them, or inside, or in front of. Your mind was not used to so many quick orders to put into memory, and Minjee’s words from earlier still loud in your head. Every time you forgot a move or went out of time, her voice was there telling you that you were going to fail. And of course sometimes she really was there, sniggering at your mistakes.

“You did fine, (Name).” Jiwoo said at the end of the class.

You wiped the sweat from your neck. “I screwed up a lot.”

She shook her head. “Minjee was talking crap earlier and you know it.”

“I still want to go and punch her skanky little face in.” Hyeun muttered through gritted teeth.

“Not a good idea.” You told her.

“Neither is sitting here and letting her insult us all.”

“Don’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to you.” Jiwoo replied. She glanced at you “And I mean both of you. What she said was crap, anyway.”

“Hey (Name).” You turned around. One of the guys from your class was standing there…what was his name again…?

“Hi.” You said.

“Uh…” He looked at you as if you were going to break. “I just thought I’d offer my service, you know if you need to practise for the review and stuff. Just to get everything perfect.”

You stared at him. He looked just about ready to bolt.

“Yeah, uh, just tell me…” He quickly walked away and you turned back to Jiwoo, Hyeun and Yuna.

“Well, he didn’t seem to think what Minjee said was crap.” You raised an eyebrow at Jiwoo. You knew it wasn’t really fair, but your new found stress was putting you on edge.

“Ilsung’s a jerk, (Name).” She reassured you. “You’re going to do fine. You just need more time to practise.”

You knew you did. You hadn’t practiced last night because you had had to do your correspondence school work. Sadly you had more to tonight, but it would have to wait. You couldn’t let your class down.

By the time Pas de Deux rolled around, you had been asked by several students in your class if you wanted their help. They all seemed to know the choreography better than you did. Even Kihyun came up to you at the end of lunch.

“(Name), I think you may have been a little off on your second pirouette. I could teach it to you, if you want.”

“No thanks, Kihyun.” You had said, trying to smile. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Right.” He had replied, but then he’d gone on. “Just remember to keep your core in and to get out of it by the fourth beat. And remember in your Jete to check your feet. I thought one was a bit bent.”

“Right, thanks.” Jiwoo had then mercifully broken in and pried him away from the subject.

Even now, as you walked into class, a girl was telling you how she always gained extra marks in exams for facial expression.

“Thanks. I’ll make sure I do that.” You said before giving a rather unconvincing smile and slipped away to where Jiwoo, Hyeun, Yuna and Kwangsik sat.

“God, I’m going to get a major headache if this keeps going on.” You told them with a grimace.

Jiwoo gave a sympathetic smile. “(Name), don’t bother listening to them. You got the solo for a reason, you’re better than they are. Madame Choi thinks you’re doing fine.”

You sighed and bit your lip. They still knew more than you, though.

Eungkwan came in a minute later. His face was the same pale color as yesterday, his eyes downcast. You waved to him friendlily. He gave a weak smile back and went to sit against the piano, far away from anyone else. You turned back to the others.

“Jeez.” Yuna mumbled. “I thought the second years were the rowdiest of them all.”

“Na.” Said Hyeun. “That’s reserved for Jimin and his gang.” She looked at the mirror, slipping a black hairpin back into her bun. “Hoseok’s sooooo dreamy.”

Yuna laughed. “Watch it, girl, you seriously don’t want his sister pouncing on you.”

You listened to their idle banter, stretching and tying up your shoes as Hyeun performed her daily gossip session. While she went through a list of names you didn’t know, you glanced over at Kwangsik and Jiwoo. They’d been as quiet as you, though at the rate Hyeun was talking, it was hard to get a word in either way.

Jiwoo was sitting close to Kwangsik. She was looking down at her hands in her lap, giggling at a joke he must have made. He sat much the same, his dark eyes looking at her shyly, his own smile a bit bigger on his face.

You observed them only for a moment, then left them to it, having a mental chuckle of your own. When were they going to realize?

“Good Afternoon, class.” Madame Zhang had finally arrived, today wearing a white suit which was a little too short for her wide shoulders. You had to admit, white did not exactly compliment her.

“Good Afternoon, Madame Zhang.” Everyone muttered, standing up. Mrs. Shin took her place at the piano.

Madame Zhang pulled out her stool, as per usual, and sat glaring at you all, waiting for everyone to get ready. You hurried over to Eungkwan, who stood ready in first position, his face staring blankly ahead. You still had to stop and swallow before stepping into position in front of him. He placed his hands on your hips, and you felt any power you had drain away. Shuffling your feet into first, you tried to convince yourself you were comfortable.

“Plies.” Madame Zhang commanded unexcited. “One two three four.”

“Someone’s grumpy today.” You muttered under your breath.

Surprisingly, Eungkwan replied. “She reminds me of my mother’s pug dog.”

You snorted, leaning around to look at him. “God, I have to say, you’re right.”

His smile was small, but you could have sworn there was a bit more color in it. His eyes looked brightly at you for a second, before Madame Zhang’s sharp, now puggish voice came in.

“What is it, Miss (Surname), that you find so amusing?” Her small beady eyes stared right into yours.

“Sorry, Madame.” You said, trying to wipe a smile off your face. It was cruel, but you could certainly see the resemblance.

As soon as her stony look went elsewhere, you quickly looked behind at Eungkwan. But he’d returned to blandly staring at the wall above the mirrors, now his face a little tenser than before. You turned back, figuring that was the end of his talking for the day. It had been nice, though.

The class went on and on, until eventually you got to the combinations. Everyone bunched up at the back of the studio and waited for her orders.

“Alright, we’re trying something different today.” Madame Zhang declared shuffling on her stool. “You’re all getting sloppy, so it’s time to move on.”

Yuna and you exchanged glances. Where was the logic in that? Madame Zhang continued. “We’re going to move on to over the head lifts.”

“What?” You snapped, looking at the woman. She couldn’t be serious. She’d have to be insane. Overheads were dangerous, more so than other lifts because of the height and the amount of force used to get up to those positions.

“Over head lifts, Miss (Surname).” She drawled, glaring at you.

“Sweet.” Minjee said with a satisfied grin. Jongsoo high fived her.

“Ma'am, we can’t do those yet.” You protested.

“That’s why we’re learning them, Miss (Surname).”

“We haven’t even done fish dives.” You said.

“Fish dives aren’t as cool as overheads.” Hyeun exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Yeah.” Yuna admitted. “They look fun.”

“Finished talking, have we?” Madame Zhang said distastefully. “You will begin facing each other with the boy’s hands on the girl’s waist. Then the boy will bend his knees, the girl will jump twice and then lift up, hands on the boys shoulders with her legs higher than the rest of her body. Girls, your head should be way out behind the boy, your belly should be above his head.”

You glanced around. Everyone else was nodding, grinning with their partners. Madame Zhang’s popularity rate had just gone up. Yours however had gone even more down, though you were more worried about your neck getting snapped than your reputation. Eungkwan seemed to be the only one even slightly concerned. His forehead was creased in a frown.

“Have you done this in your classes before?” You asked him.

“Only in advanced class.”

“Miss (Surname) and whoever your partner is.” Said Madame Zhang. “You can be first with Miss Yang and Mister Rhee.”

Jiwoo and Kwangsik were already in position.

“Ma'am.” You tried again. “I really don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Come on, (Name).” Jiwoo said smiling. “It’s something new.”

“I’ll be able to hold you up.” Eungkwan told you quietly. “I do know how to do it.”

You bit your lip.

“And my point is further proven.” Minjee’s piercing voice sung across the room. “The judges look for advanced stuff. We’re not gonna get it from her.”

You swore she was getting more confident in her insults by the second. Of course, Madame Zhang didn’t notice. Or maybe she didn’t care. But that didn’t matter. You shook your head.

“Just don’t drop me.” You muttered to Eungkwan, and went into the centre.

Jiwoo gave you what was meant to be an encouraging smile. “You’ve done it before, remember?”

You suddenly did. Jimin, lifting you up, giving you the height to fly.

Jimin. Jimin he wouldn’t have let the class do this.

From your one lesson with him, you knew he wouldn’t make you do anything as advanced and consequently dangerous as this. Oh God, where was he?

But the piano was already playing, and you were facing Eungkwan, your hands on his shoulders, his knees bent, ready to lift you.

“Alright!” Called Madame Zhang from her stool. “Just practise the prep first. And jump two three four and stop. And jump two three four and stop.”

At least she was taking you through it slowly. “And now you want a small lift hold. And one two three four hold her up!” Eungkwan held you up easily, your legs straight underneath you.

You didn’t make eye contact, of course. When you danced, you didn’t want anyone to see the emotion it brought to you, at least, not to anyone who could not understand it. Instead, you glanced at Jiwoo and Kwangsik. They seemed to be doing fine.

“And down two three four. And jump jump jump and hold up, and down two three four.” Your shoes touched the floor again. “Alright, now you will do the real one. Simply jump jump and boys get very low and lift her up just over your shoulders. She should be horizontal.”

Now you did look at Eungkwan. Could you trust him? Of course you could. But could he trust you? You had only done this once before.

“Okay and one two three four and jump and jump and up!” Suddenly you were being forced into the air, Eungkwan’s hands gripping your waist. His body blurred as you were boosted up above his body.

“Oh my God!” Someone cried out, the same time there was a piercing scream. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jiwoo, fully up in the air, swaying dangerously to the left. Oh fuck, you were too close.

Her body crashed into Eungkwan’s arms and you slipped out of his hands, letting out a cry. Luckily he caught you again, painfully around the rib cage. But he’d lost his balance on the impact, and you came slamming down, your head smacking against the wooden floor.

Everything went black.

But just for a second. When your vision cleared, you saw Eungkwan next to you. People were yelling, your class already crowding around someone.

Oh God, Jiwoo.

You quickly sat up. Your head spinning, but you shook it off.

Oh my God.

You crawled through people’s legs to see. Jiwoo laying there, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face deadly white, wailing.

“What hurts?” Mrs. Shin, the pianist, asked as calmly as possible, kneeling next to her.

“M-m-my-my ahh!” She screamed again.

“Jiwoo.” Kwangsik whispered, swallowing, his face almost as pale as hers.

No one was doing anything!

You leapt up, running for the door. You only noticed Madame Zhang from the corner of your eye, but she stood a little way back from the group, looking pale, staring straight ahead. You burst out of the studio and into to the quiet hall. The left side of your body ached, but you kept running, you feet moving extremely fast considering you were in your Pointe shoes. The adrenalin pumped through you. You banged on Mistress Hyejin’s door. No one answered.

Master Jinho. You hurried to the next door, the one you’d seen only yesterday and you burst in.

Master Jinho, whom you’d never actually met, sat at his desk, elegant, large hands typing on his laptop. He looked up, a frown on his hansom features.

“Sir.” You said, breathing heavily. “Jiwoo. Yang Jiwoo, she’s hurt, badly.” It took him only a moment to stand and be right next to you.

“Show me.” He said authoritatively. You immediately spun around and took off, he followed swiftly after.

“Whose class?” He asked as you hurried up the stairs. Your shoes made it harder, but you didn’t halt back one second.

“Madame Zhang’s.” You said.

“What happened?”

“We were doing overheads.” You told him.

“She fell?”

“Yes.” You replied.

Finally arriving at the studio, you pushed open the door and Master Jinho hurriedly strode in.

“Get away from her, please.” He said calmly. They glanced at him and immediately stepped back, only Mrs. Shin and Kwangsik stayed with her. Jiwoo was the same as when you’d left, her chest going up and down very fast as she gasped in pain. Jinho knelt down beside her.

“Miss Yang? You need to tell me exactly what hurts, alright?” His was soft to her, but nonetheless still in charge.

Her eyes looked glazed over. “Shoulder.” She whispered.

Jinho nodded. “Stay still Miss Yang you’ll be fine.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and brought out a cell phone. No one needed two guesses to work out what he was calling. He walked away to face the window, probably so he wouldn’t distress her.

You slid down next to you friend. “(Name) – ” She gasped out. “Are you okay?”

“Of course Jiw.” You told her.

“I’m so sorry.” Kwangsik whispered to her. You noticed the tear running down his cheek. “I just.”

“Ah!” She panted, squeezing her eyes shut. You glanced at Kwangsik. “Maybe later.”

You sat in silence, both of you, and Mrs. Shin, all feeling helpless. The rest of class kept their distance. You noticed Eungkwan standing quietly in a corner. Are you okay? He mouthed to you. You nodded a yes, your blackout long forgotten as you heard your friend whimper beside you.

Madame Hyejin burst in a few minutes later. “Jiwoo! My girl!” She cried, rushing to her. Her cheeks was flushed. She must have run from a class. Her hands hovered over Jiwoo, but of course she was just as useless as the rest of you. Anything you did would cause her pain.

It took a moment before Madame Hyejin caught herself, and showed a little more composure. Actually, you corrected yourself, you think she actually lost some. For now she stood up, ever so slowly, and turned to where Madame Zhang had stood frozen in spot for the past ten minutes.

“How could you let this happen?” She snapped at the fat woman. “What the hell were you thinking? And where is Jimin! Why was he not here to make sure you did not do such a stupid, stupid thing!” Her accent was thicker than ever. “Where is he!” She growled.

Yuna nervously spoke up. “He hasn’t been here since last Tuesday, Ma'am.”

Madame Hyejin looked just about ready to stab someone. Master Jinho, however had finished making his calls. You were guessing to Jiwoo’s parents, and the ambulance.

Master Jinho laid a hand on Hyejin’s shoulder. “My dear please calm down.” His whispered softly to her.

Two seconds passed before she finally exhaled a pent up breath.

“When will the ambulance get here?”

“They are here in a few minuets.” He said, then turned to the rest of you. “Everyone please leave now, we cannot have crowding.” He told. It wasn’t a choice, it was a request. Everyone slowly left out the door. Mrs. Shin looked at you and Kwangsik before putting her hands on both your backs.

“Stay strong, Jiwoo.” You told her, before going out into the quiet hallway. The paramedics, in their blue shirts and smart trousers, were carrying a stretcher towards you.

“In there.” You told them sorrowfully, pointing to the door.

“Come on.” Said Mrs. Shin “I’m sure you’ll be able to see her soon. But for now, I think we could all use a hot chocolate.”

Can I just say how amazed and in awe I am of how many people followed me within the span of a couple weeks?

This is ridiculous, if not highly unlikely!

But thank you all for making almost everyday the past few weeks a special one by following me and putting a smile on my face.

And its not about the number, it never is for me. I just love the fact that everyone is willing to support some new blog they know little about with a simple “Hey you should check out their stuff, its really cool!”.

As thanks I will come up with something that involves prizes and contests and blah blah blah you get it.

But yeah. Thank you. Thank you all.

A Sunset w/ Izaya Ch. 1: The Man Who Came

A Certain Month on a Certain Day    Extracted from a Portion of a Region Newspaper Article

[A body in Bunokura - determined as the missing eldest son of a wealthy family-]

[Last night the body found in Bunokura was identified to be Ryuuichi Adamura (age 28) who had disappeared three days prior. The police are investigating from the case and accident-]

In a land from off from the town the newspaper article was written in.

In a small mountain hut one man gazed at the article.

It is unclear how he obtained a regional newspaper from another prefecture, but the date is certainly today.

The man smiles excitingly and threw the newspaper into the fireplace.

And then he threw into the fireplace various pieces for games you would amuse yourself with on a table like chess and Shogi pieces, and Mahjong tiles and playing cards.

The season is the rainy season.

Even on such a sodden, gloomy day he continued to light the flame in the fireplace.

The black-haired man watching the newspaper and game pieces turn into ash stroked the wheelchair left next to the rocking chair and took out his cellphone.

Then making a certain call he happily begins to speak.

“I will accept what we talked about before. I will bring some people and come to the town.”

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NOORA: What was this again? Are we here for my sake?

SANA: Of course we’re here for your sake!

NOORA: To look at muslim guys and all?

SANA: Aren’t you bored of Vestkants-guys yet? We need to get out, meet new people. There are lots of fish in the sea.

NOORA: But you said muslim guys just use norwegian girls.

SANA: Well then it’s good you’re converting to islam.


NOORA: Don’t look, but, are those guys looking at us?

SANA: How am I supposed to know that if I can’t look?

NOORA: They’re coming over here.

SANA: Be cool

NOORA: I am cool! So cool! - Hey hey!

BOYS: Can we sit here?

NOORA: Yes, sit. Hey.

ALI: Ali, nice to meet you.

SANA: Sana.

BOYS: Was it Sana?

SANA: (nods)

BOYS: What are you drinking?

NOORA: We’re drinking tea. Chai. Having fun with apples. Extremely tasty.

BOYS: It looks extremely tasty.

NOORA: You have no idea how good it is.

BOYS: It looks good.

NOORA: Just taste it.

BOYS: Fantastic. Are you selling the tea?

NOORA: Yes I’m selling the tea.

BOYS: Now we understand. It was a good choice. Completely agree.


BOYS: So what do you do other than drink tea?

NOORA: Um what do we do?

BOYS: Do you study?


SANA: At the university in Oslo.

BOYS: Same here

NOORA: Do you also study there?

BOYS: Yeah, what do you study?

NOORA: Um..we take different courses.

BOYS: One course?

NOORA: Yes, one course.

BOYS: Subjectshopping?

NOORA: Subjectshopping

SANA: What do you do? Study?

(phone rings for the second time)

SANA: Hello?

YOUSEF: Hey, it’s Yousef. Sorry I’m calling you but I don’t know what to do with Elias.

SANA: What happened?

YOUSEF: He’s extremely lightheaded and he wants to go home and sleep. I don’t think that’s a good idea.

SANA: Where are you?

(goes to noora’s apartment)

YOUSEF: I can walk you home

SANA: It’s ok. You don’t have to.

YOUSEF: It’s not a problem.

SANA: What did Elias drink?

YOUSEF: Vodka.

(throws ball at Sana)

YOUSEF: Bad reaction?

SANA: What did you say?

YOUSEF. Bad reaction. Relax. You need to relax. You’re so tough. Pass the ball. Reaction or what? Such a tough girl. You can’t handle the ball. You have such a bad reaction.

SANA: I can handle the ball better than you.


(plays basketball together)

SANA: Why don’t you believe in Allah?

YOUSEF: You know Even? The guy we used to hang out with? I think he’s gay. Because he tried to kiss Mikael. And Mikael is really religious. So he completely went MIA. Even was to ‘cure’ himself by reading the Quran. And it ended up with him posting verses from the Quran that were about how homosexuals were going to hell. You know he tried to kill himself? So I feel that Islam or generally religion creates a lot of anxiety in people.

SANA: But Even was sick. It had nothing to do with religion

YOUSEF: I don’t know. I personally feel that I have kept the best part of religion and thrown away the rest

SANA: And what’s the best?

YOUSEF: Caring for others. Being grateful for what you have. Helping others. Being positive. Doing the best for others, not just yourself. That’s it.

SANA: But that’s exactly what the rituals in Islam remind you of all the time. Those values. By fasting and praying five times a day. It gives you focus. And it’s to remind you of what’s most important in life and that’s to be a good person.

YOUSEF: Don’t you think I remember to be a good person without having to pray?

SANA: For me…I stress out during the days with a hundred thoughts in my mind and everything can be completely chaos but the moment I strt praying everything becomes completely calm and clear. Because even though there’s all this chaos in your everyday life you remember what really matters. It’s great because everything has a greater meaning. Did you know for example that in the brain of a cockroach there are nine different types of antibiotic molecules that are stronger than any penicilin we have today?

YOUSEF: Cochroaches? Seriously? Where is that coming from?

SANA: Because!

SANA: Every single thing in the universe is so complex. Think about it! Even the brain of a cockroach has a greater meaning in this earth. Down to the last detail. And I can’t believe that all of it is just coincidental.

YOUSEF: If religion is so great, why does it separate our society? Are we here?

SANA: Now we’re cool.

YOUSEF: Ok? Are you looking me in the eyes? Are you? I’m unsure because…

SANA: I’m looking you in the eyes now

YOUSEF: Great. Ok


YOUSEF: Nope… What was I going to say? Uuum. What was I going to say?


SANA: Goodbye

End of Discourse: Death and Just Stay Dead - My thoughts on the Halo series as of 2017 Part 1

Okay so a couple weeks ago, @the-great-mighty-dick and our friendly Discord group got into a little hassle with some 343i fans over the present direction the Halo series is taking.

On their side, they believe all the new lore is fantastic and 343i are doing a great job at expanding the series.

On our side, we believe that 343i has no idea how to write a good story without ham-fistedly explaining everything in order to justify the lore.

Before we begin, let me say that I’m not going to solely just trash 343i, as I believe that if they actively gave a shit, we could actually have a good series that is a worthy follow up to Bungie’s legendary trilogy (including Reach cause GODDAMN is Reach a fucking amazing game).

So here we go, my two cents on why I believe that Halo should have ended after Reach.

Let’s jump back to the year 2001, Halo Combat Evolved has just been released and whew boy do people love it. I remember loving every moment of it (except the fucking Library), Looking back, I realize now that Halo CE is just Aliens but on a giant space donut, not that that’s a bad thing, Aliens is amazing. The story is concise and simple, but it leaves some mystery to the Forerunners and the rest of the Human/Covenant war.

Move to 2004, Halo 2 comes out and HOLY FUCK is it a broken unfinished mess of a beautiful game. Halo’s story becomes more than just Aliens! Now there’s monkeys and bugs trying to kill you, along with smelly space zombies. Again, and this is a point I stress, the story is concise and doesn’t require extended media knowledge to understand what the fuck is happening (though it does end on one bad cliffhanger).

3 years later, Halo 3 comes out and it’s the end: You’ve broken the covenant, the elites are your buds now, Gravemind is spouting some bullshit, and Truth is a bitch. Basically the best buddy-cop movie ever, Chief and Arbiter go on a rip-snorting adventure and wrap things up nicely, even if the game has one of the weakest character deaths in video game history (*COUGH*MIRANDA*COUGH*), it’s still a solid story with AN END. A DAMN GOOD END. Halo 3′s ending is like some nice frosting on a delicious green cake, it seals things together and leaves you with an upset stomach, but goddamn are you happy you had it. I’m not gonna lie, H3′s ending made me super sad to see Chief just drifting off in space, but it was a perfect circle for the trilogy: Start in a cryotube, end in a cryotube. For those who haven’t seen Halo 3′s final cutscene, take a fuckin look babe:

That’s how you do a powerful ending. The hero doesn’t always have to return. Not every question has to be answered. Mystery is OK!

I’ll skip over ODST, since it’s just a side story.


I’m sorry I just really love Halo Reach, it just feels so much like Bungie’s final love letter to their fans and it’s nearly flawless. Reach started out as extended media over the course of Halo 1-3, and we finally got to see how it all went down, even though we knew how it had to end.

Okay going on a tangent here, but there are honest to god 343i fans that say Halo Reach is an emotionless game. Excuse me did you fucking play it at all? Each level gives you a glimmer of hope and then snatches it away at the last second, reminding you that no matter what, you’re going to die. George and Six destroy the Super Carrier and hooray, but uh-oh here comes the rest of the fleet which immediately begins bombarding the planet and destroying so much, making George’s sacrifice almost pointless. Oh look you finally regrouped with Noble Team after watching a bunch of civilians die, OOPS THERE GOES KAT. JUN RUNS OFF LIKE A BITCH (yes I know it was his job) AND CARTER DIES IN A BLAZE OF GLORY, AND THEN EMILE GETS SHANKED AND YOU’RE THE LAST ONE LEFT. YOU WATCH YOUR WHOLE TEAM DIE AND YOU’RE POWERLESS TO STOP THE COVENANT.  Then there’s the ending. Then there’s the fucking ending: (i seriously don’t understand how some 343i fans can say Bungie’s Halos have forgettable music)

What do all these games have in common? They have stores that don’t require you to read 3 novels and 5 comics.

This is the problem our Discord group has with Halo 4 and 5: They require too much outside knowledge to understand what the fuck is going on. Novels and comics shouldn’t be required to know why one character is doing what they’re doing, or why one event is happening.

Bungie’s Halo’s were great because it left some mystery to Halo’s universe. Where did the Flood come from, what were the Forerunners like? Who fucking cares? If you’re so curious, come up with your own ideas! That’s the beauty of leaving some questions unanswered, it allows fans to be creative and imagine fantastical things.

One common arguement 343i fans constantly make is that 343i has expanded the Halo universe more than Bungie ever did. While this may be true, you must ask yourself: is taking away every secret and mystery in the series a good thing? Is it right to deprive fans of wonder of what could be? While that’s open to discussion, I firmly believe it isn’t a good thing, and that it stifles creativity.

Really, is the game going to be improved if there’s a lore justification for everything? Can’t somethings just be in the game cause they’re fun? Is your enjoyment of shooting evil robots or aliens going to be ruined if you don’t know just why the mancannon exists?

This whole thing feels really unfocused and messy, but that’s because I’m trying to to rag on 343i, they just make it really hard. Halo was my first video game and the state of what it’s like at the moment is really saddening. I will explain why in Part 2.

Life of the Zodiacs #2

Didn’t Get a Chance to Read Part One? Go Read it Here :)

“What do you mean the wait is forty minutes?!“ Aries screeched at the frightened waiter facing opposite of her.

He gulped and nervously tapped his fingers against the podium in front of him, "W-Well, we’re very busy tonight ma'am, and your group is just so large we don’t have the room for all of you at the moment.”

“Let’s just go Aries,” Taurus leaned against Libra. “I’m hungry and we obviously aren’t going to be able to eat here. Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“Fine,” Aries glared at the waiter one last time before storming out of the restaurant.

Cancer sighed, “Where are we going to eat now? That was the only place left with decent food.”

Everyone stood in silence. They had already visited multiple restaurants that night, but to no avail. Everywhere was either full or the wait time was too long. Capricorn had been so busy that day he hadn’t had the time to make a reservation anywhere, something he was cursing himself for.

Aries’ face lit up, “How about-”

She was cut off by an unanimous “No” by everyone else. Despite what her fit figure would suggest, the only places Aries ate at were fast food restaurants.

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Yuanfen - Part 3

Characters - Bucky x Reader

Word Count - 1902

Warnings - None

A/N - This is an AU. 缘分 (yaunfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“ This part is a little slow and a bit shorter and god knows that I didn’t edit it, but I’m trying to set the scene for the series. Either way, I really hope you guys like it.

Yuanfen Masterlist

You watched droplets of water slide from your hair onto the carpet in the hallway, turning the color from light to dark with each drip. It wasn’t long before tears joined the mix, instantly making you feel drained.

Your apartment; the place you laid your head for the past two years, your sanctuary, was destroyed. It was the only place you spent your time and felt completely comfortable. Now, standing in the chilly hall, the reality of losing that was beginning to set in.

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Sharon Carter is an amazing human being and you know why?

where tf do you think bucky’s uniform came from all of a sudden? one minute he’s in jeans, the next he’s wearing tac gear.

When she stole that Cap pyjama and the bird costume she was like ‘nah, I can’t let Bucky have nothing, he’ll feel left out.’ Homegirl went and bought that shit from her own money, I tell you. She even cut off one sleeve for him.

Top gal.