Summary: Beauty and the beast vibes. Draco is the only one who likes the reader at hogwarts, but is also the beast
I’m kinda thinking of making this a series, so just let me know if you like it.
Draco watched you from afar. Staring had become his only form of communication, he was too scared to talk to you, but to tempted to look. It became some sort of obsession to him. Reading, eating, study in library and watch you go to your common room. Draco wouldn’t just look at you. It was a matter of looking through you. So much so, that it was like your head was transparent and he was fascinated by an object two inches behind your skull.
From the Gryffindor table where you sat next to Hermione, Draco sat at his table and stared. Hermione was the closest thing to a friend, and even then, you weren’t that close. With your face stuffed in a book and your head in the clouds, you never noticed his constant staring and lack of friends.
Blaise waved his hand in front of Draco’s face desperately trying to catch the attention on his friends.
“Oi! Mate, stop staring,” He chuckled at his friend jokingly. You never were popular. You read more than you ate and studied more than you slept. You were quite unusual. Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise in a playful manner.
“My mother told me that girls who seemingly read a lot are more complex and mysterious,“ He sighed and smiled “Harder to figure out.” Draco glanced at Blaise seriously. Blaise looked back at you one last time, watching how you flipped your hair to one side and then flipped the page of your book.
“My father said that girls who read books a lot are wasting time,” Blaise laughed with his fellow Slytherin friends.
Then you set aside your book and began talking to Hermione. Your voice rung amongst the other kids, but Draco tuned them out to listen to you.
“Oh, Hermione!” You said cheerfully “This book is about a girl who wants to go to Verona.” Hermione turned to you and smiled.
“You’ve read that about 100 times,” She laughed “You must get so bored,” She inquired. But you shook your head and laughed.
“The girl in the book, she goes on adventures while I stay in Hogwarts when I could be fighting Death Eaters,” You huffed defeatedly. “There must be more than this provincial life.”
Hermione wrapped her arm around your shoulder “In time Y/N.” Hermione was one of the only kids that could understand you. Even Luna was puzzled by your nature, and she was quite weird herself.
Draco smiled at your laugh and watched how you picked up the book again and began to read.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” He gawked. But Blaise had other ideas.
“Mate, she’s in Gryffindor and is a bookworm. Yeah, she’s got some ass, but that’s it.”
Dazed and distracted, people would call you. They said you would never fit into any crowd. But you never believed any of them. They were wrong. You were your own crowd, even though people thought you should be in Ravenclaw, the sorting hat was not wrong to put you in Gryffindor. You got up from your table in the great hall and began to walk towards the doors. Draco got up with you, a distance away so nobody would know he was following you. Everyone looked at you as you got up. Usually, there would be whispers about you, but this time, nobody cared.
There was one boy who liked you, you never learned his name, but he was from Slytherin and incredibly persistent. He had one goon that would do everything for him, and he thought he was the most beautiful person ever. He was the only person ever that gave you attention, of course, he would only talk to you about once a month when his ego was low.
So there you sat in the library, reading a muggle book called The Hobbit, while Draco walked over to where you were sitting and sat in the chair next to you. He got a sudden burst of confidence and quickly decided to talk to you.
“Uh—what book is that?” You looked at him suspiciously and then glanced around the library for any of his friends.
“What do you want Malfoy?” You sneered his way. He looked slightly taken aback. “Why do you look so surprised. You are rude to Hermione right?” He still sat there, letting you rant on him. “Calling her mud blood and stuff,” you mumbled to yourself. “Can you just go to let me read.” And even though regret burned inside of you for being so rude you knew he hurt Hermione.
“Sorry…” He trained off “But what book are you reading?” He started again, he was really persistent. You knew the regret would come to you in quiet moments, such as when he was going to sleep or during class when you got bored. How could you be rude to him when he never was rude to you. You didn’t want to believe he was horrible, but what was there to believe. Another wave of regret washed over you. Each shallow wave ran down your spine. You took a deep breath and frowned.
“It’s called The Hobbit. It’s about Bilbo Baggins who meets a wizard named Gandalf and have the biggest adventure ever.” Draco smiles at you while your arms wrap around the book protectively. “You know,” You smiled at his behavior.
His eyes lit up at your voice mentioning him in an okay light.
“Yes?” He smiled at you.
“You remind me of this book character in this children’s book my father read me.” For perhaps a split second you saw something in the boy’s eyes, that seemed almost radiant. But that was only for a second. “Do you know what my favorite book is?”
“Yes, you carry it in your bag all the time… Beauty And The Beast!” He smiled nicely at you and bounced his right leg excitedly.
You leaned in too slowly to be normal. When you began to speak your voice trailed slowly. If Draco thought he would ever get close to you, he thought wrong. You touched his hand and whispered something, now your face was inches apart.
(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck
A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!
Warnings: Fluff bois
(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.
“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”
She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.
“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.
The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.
Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.
Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.
“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.
“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”
“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”
“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”
“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.
“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.
He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.
“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.
“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.
He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.
“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.
Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.
Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.
(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.
“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.
Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.
“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.
Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.
“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.
Steve saw her nod quaintly.
“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”
When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.
“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”
Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”
“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”
The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.
“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”
Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”
❆ ❆ ❆
Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.
“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”
“Yeah, yeah come in.”
The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”
Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.
“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.
Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.
“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”
“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”
Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.
His eyes squinted softly.
“What do you want from me?”
Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.
“I’m glad you asked.”
The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.
He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.
After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.
“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”
Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”
The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.
“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”
❆ ❆ ❆
The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.
(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.
As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.
“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.
She came face to face with Tony.
“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”
Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.
“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”
“Right this way, my dear.”
Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.
It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.
“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.
“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.
There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.
“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”
Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.
The girl approached the blond male.
“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”
Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.
“Yeah sure, here.”
From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.
(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.
Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.
Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.
“Is this mine?” she asked first.
Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.
“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.
_____ (A/n): I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn
Request: “hi! can you please make something with going to the bookstore/library with bf!mark,,,, i’m just v soft and i need some mark fluff! thank you + have a great day !!”
A/N: I originally tried to write a headcanon based on this request but I couldn’t come with anything so I gave up and now is a scenario. 😬 Btw, click here for a surprise, it’s totally not a trick to get LM’s MV more views 👀
You looked at your surroundings one more time before standing up, taking a few seconds to enjoy the peace that could be appreciated in the room. You gave small steps to put back the book that you just finished reading back into it’s shelf and immediately started to search for a new one that could get your attention. The whole scenery was calming and you could spent hours in there, admiring the unique beauty of that peaceful place. You smiled when you recognized the name of one of your favorite authors in one of the books and gently leaned forward to grab it, but only the tips of your fingers could barely touch the book.
“I guess you need some help with that, don’t you?” You smiled when you recognized your boyfriend’s voice and looked back at him.
“I mean, if you give me half of an hour I’ll be able to figurate it out but.. some help wouldn’t hurt.” He lauged at your comment and ruffled your hair sweetly.
He easily took the book out of the shelf, handing it to you with the purest smile on his lips as he saw the way your eyes started to shine when you finally got it in your hands. Then, that little smile quickly turned into some silent giggles after you kissed his cheek sweetly as thanks.
“You always come back to the same book.” He suddenly pointed out as he curiously looked at the cover of the book, trying to understand what could be so special about the book. “I seriously can’t understand why do you like it so much.”
You didn’t even decided to waste your time on explaining the whole thing to him all over again this time. Instead, you simply grabbed his hand and guided him to an empty zone in which you could read for him out loud, without caring about interrumpting the reading of the other people on the room.
Neither of you realized all the hours you spend in the small building until Mark checked his phone, getting surprised by how late it was. You read for him the whole afternoon with little breaks in between chapters in which you discussed the scenes, chracters, the way each word was so beautifully written and fitted the story perfectly, and like this you slowly were making him love the book just as much as you do.
“Isn’t it the best book ever? I’ll never get tired of talking about it.” You said, your hand grabbing his softly as you were walking back to the dorms.
“There are better books, Y/N.” He said after a few seconds, his voice sounding disinterested.
“Uh?!” You stoped walking, surprised by your boyfriend’s words. He laughed out loud and hugged you, leaving a small kiss in your temple before facing you, still smiling.
“You’re adorable, Y/N.” He said in a cheerful tone, making you understand that he was just playing with you.
You lowered your head, making some straid of hair fall into your face, making your and Mark’s hand accidentally touch as both of you reached to move it out of your face. Both of you smiled as you looked at each other in the eyes, now holding hands and giving little steps to get closer enough for your lips to touch, sharing each other’s warm.
“Let’s go inside, okay? It’s getting cold.” Mark said with the softest voice, taking you back to reality and making you realize that you were in front of the dorms.
“U-uh, yeah.” He smiled widely when he heard your sudden nervousness, kissing your head one more time as he guided you to the dorm’s door.
Hi! Firstly I love you and your studyblr. You are a life saver muah 💋. Ok so HELP ME! I have my mocks right around the corner and i haven't done anything and i still don't feel motivated. I don't wanna fail. I have to complete a lot of stuff so how do i do that quickly. Any tips?🙃😶❤️
Thank you so much for the compliments! You have no idea how happy you’ve made me now! As stupid as I am i had to google what mocks are (I’m ashamed of myself ehh), so I’m not a pro but I’ll try to give some advice:
For god’s sake please don’t just skim through the textbooks over and over again, it’s ridiculous and time-consuming. In the end the information won’t even stick to your brain, so don’t passively read and highlight, you are just wasting your time. Instead opt for active learning methods:
read and make your own notes ps. don’t just write down exactly like they are written in the textbooks, formulate them with your own words, and make them as compact as possible
research on the topics online; google is truly my bff if i want to go in-depth/don’t understand a topic
watch documentaries and youtube videos!! seriously the videos give you so much more simplified information in a short time!!
discuss the topics with your friends or mutuals who also are studying for mocks!
Don’t study too much on your stronger areas, again you’re just wasting your time doing so. Focus on your weaker areas like e.g. math, chemistry, english lit(seems to be the subjects people have the most troubles with?).
I would also suggest your to learn the basics properly first! Like why would you proceed to more complicated topics and manage them if you don’t handle the basics? I mean you’d be just wasting your time once again.
Make a schedule for your studying! Collect all your study materials and try to calculate how much time you have left for your exams, choose the subjects you are going to focus more on and plan your times until the D-day. But please don’t be too optimistic and think you can handle studying 6 chapters of math and 5 chapters of chemistry in one day, that’s unrealistic.
Also don’t think you can study 4 hours in one sitting and actually learn something, the information won’t “stick” you know? Maybe study for 30 minutes and then quickly revise for 5 minutes and go to the bathroom or down to the kitchen to fetch something to snack on! Repeat this maybe 3-4 times and take a long break where you meet friends or do something fun. Later that day you can study again but maybe not for so long as earlier!
Studying is important but don’t forget to live your life too!
studying shouldn’t be taking over your life
“Grades are important” “My parents are going to kill me” ”I’m such a failure”
Education is important, i agree, but unfortunately many students are studying under pressure. They have parents who demand good grades and want their children to study in a overly fancy university, or they are the students themselves who are the ones who except too much. An A and an A* would be amazing to get but for fuck’s sake B’s and C’s are good too. You shouldn’t be studying 24/7, even though the mocks are around the corner. Sleep, eat healthily, read books, spend a night watching Netflix even tho the books are waiting for you, exercise, do something stupid, procrastinate; don’t try to be an over achiever, be a human.
Eve Bennett has amazing tips for taking and studying for exams on her revision channel I’ve hear great things about Christopher Thornton who explain’s common topics on his youtube channel
There a plenty of videos on youtube, just google a subject and insert “revision” and tons of videos will pop up!
I hope these helped you, or someone else, in some way!
Notes are a basic requirement if you’re looking to forge good grades during the school year, but sitting, hunched over your papers for hours on end never seems to be worth it in the end. Most people feel like their notes do little or nothing to help their overall grades so, I’m here to fix that! Here are some types and tricks that I, and other people I know, use to make our notes worth the time and effort!
1. Color coordinate! If your mind is the type that associates color with information, it might be a good idea to try writing down notes in different colors! For example, for vocabulary, write it in blue and for dates, write them in green! Your brain will start associating those colors with the information written and help you remember it better! And plus, it will look super pretty!
2. Don’t rush your notes. Neat handwriting will save your time and energy when you’re trying to study because it will prevent you from wasting time trying to figure out what the heck you even have written down.
3. Color coordinate pages. Buy small post-it notes or something of the same idea and stick one of, say, pink, to the page of notes you wrote and another one of the same color to the page in your textbook that it corresponds with! That way, if you get lost reading over your notes, you can easy find where the notes were taken from and read into them more!
4. Do not write everything down. Seriously, don’t. It’s no use to you if you have the entire textbook re-copied into your notebook. Write down key names, events and definitions, as well as anything else you think may be on a test, and leave the rest! You don’t want to be writing your notes all day and you certainly don’t want to waste the time re-copying a chapter you already read.
5. Read the chapter first. Read the chapter(s) you were assigned once over without stopping to make sure you stay concentrated on it. Taking notes while reading disconnects you from the material and makes it more difficult to retain the information. So, read over the chapter once and then go back and read it again, this time taking notes while you do so. It may take a little extra time but it’s worth it when you realize you actually understand and learned something about the material you just read.
6. Abbreviate, abbreviate, abbreviate! Figure out which words you can shorten (such as because to bc and, for example, things like Bank of the United States can be shortened to BUS) and use symbols (such as arrows, equal signs, the & symbol instead of the word) to maximize the speed at which you write (if you’re taking the notes during a lecture this is a super helpful thing to do!).
7. Keep the highlighting to a minimum. It’s not hard to fall into the habit of highlighting everything on the page while reading. We’ve all been there, but the most important thing to remember is that while everything might seem important, highlighting should be reserved for the really important stuff, not just the kind of important stuff. Overdoing it with the highlighting just makes the things your reading even harder to take notes on, harder on the eyes and just down right a bit more confusing than it should be.
8. Pick your writing instrument wisely. If you find that your handwriting tends to be messier when you write in pen, write your notes in pencil, and vise versa! Also, if you’re prone to making mistakes while writing, make sure you use a writing utensil that’s erasable (erasable pens are a life saver if you prefer pen but make a lot of mistakes)!
9. Start on a new page. Start each class, lecture or topic on a new page! It will prevent your notes from blending into one another and it will make it easier for you to find the notes you’re looking for on future occasions.
10. Make a Table of Contents! This definitely doesn’t work for everyone (I’ll admit, it worked for me on rare occasions) but it’s definitely helpful! Write a number on the bottom of each note page and write it next to the notes title, topic, etc. in your table of contents! It makes it a lot easier to find the notes you want, go back and add things, etc!
11. Make note of repeated information. If your teacher, professor, or textbook, even, repeats a date, event, topic, etc., there’s a reason for it! It’s either going to be on a test, or it’s something you’re going to want to remember when exams roll around! So figure out a method that works for you for marking this information for the future (like drawing a box around it or a star next to it)!
12. Leave space. If you miss something during a lecture, powerpoint, etc., leave a space in your notes where that information would have gone and ask someone what you missed at a later time! Don’t interrupt people trying to ask them what it was, just remember that you need to find out and ask later on.
Okay, so I kind of wrote this when I’m only going on two hours of sleep, but I really wanted to punch this out before going to bed. I might go back later and do some edits. Also, maybe I’m just not good at threesomes-oh, well, it’s done. I’m sure one of you guys will be happy.
Come, join the small corner of hell with me-I have cookies
A Camping Adventure GladiolusXReaderXPrompto Word Count: 2,962
“Which one of us is hotter?"
The sudden question from Prompto made you choke on your Cup Noodles, the shock of the question from the sweet blonde boy almost having you throwing your Noodles into the campfire. Gladio was only amused as he chuckled and tapped on your back in typical boyfriend duties as you choked and coughed, trying to force a stray noodle out of your lungs.
"Did you seriously just ask that?” You wheeze as you grab a paper napkin Prompto had brought on the trip and used it to cough into. “What are we, twelve?"
"Noctis and Ignis aren’t here to chastise us,” Prompto argued. “Come on, which of us is hotter?"
"I am not answering that,” Gods, you were so glad Noctis and Ignis had to leave camp to go see to something in Coernix station or you would be dying with embarrassment right now.
“Something you wanna tell me, babe?” Gladio growled into your ear, his deep and resonating voice sending a shiver down your spine. Gladio always had that weird ability of turning you on with just his voice.
“Ugh, Gladdy,” You punch him slightly and look at Prompto. “I’m obviously gonna say my boyfriend,”
“Are you just saying that because he’s here?"
"No, gods,” Shaking your head, you try to hide yourself behind your hair out of embarrassment. “Look, I find you both equally attractive, okay?"
"So…” Gladio sat back in his camping chair and stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. “Then you’d sleep with both of us? At the same time?"
(IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS SECTION ARE TRIGGERING FOR YOU DO. NOT. READ. THIS. Seriously, don’t. If you decide to read regardless of the warnings, don’t even waste your time trying to come for me because I gave a heads up on the content.)
You sat quietly, staring dejectedly at the closed door, unable to wrap your head around the fact that you were now in a potentially life threatening situation. You prayed to whichever deity was listening, made sure to pull the emotion from the depths of your soul, please, don’t let me die here today. Maybe the vibes of desperation exuding from your pores would send the heavy wood door flying open so that you could make your escape. A lone tear rolled down your cheek, and you decided against wiping it away. You made no sudden movements in case the beast behind you was in the mood to strike.
“Get up.” Namjoon barked an order at you. Still in a state of shock, you stayed where you were. “I said ‘get up’!” He harshly snatched a handful of hair at the crown of your head, yanking you from your sitting position. “You must not hear that well, seeing that you continually disobey me.” He tugged at your hair hard enough to give you the beginnings of a headache. You’d forgotten for a moment, that you were naked. But the sensation of the carpet roughly dragging across your skin as Namjoon dragged you to his desk was a painful reminder. You thrashed about, trying to loosen his hold on you, but he persisted. He gripped you harder, yanking even harder. Your throat burned, and your voice rasped as you began to lose strength. You couldn’t fight him forever, and he knew that. “I SWEAR TO GOD, _______.” He stopped dragging you and you took the small window of opportunity to dig your nails into his arm. With a tiny yelp, he let go of your hair. You scrambled to your knees and struggled towards the door. You heard him hit the floor behind you, but you crawled faster. He grabbed on to your ankle and pulled you to him. “No!” You screamed, kicking out at him. You knew you hurt him, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop him. When Namjoon was determined, there was no use trying to deter him.
His full weight crashed down on top of you, knocking the wind from your lungs. You choked on the sudden lack of air, and threw your elbows back as Namjoon attempted to roll you on to your back. “Stop…..fighting…me.” Namjoon panted. You wouldn’t stop fighting until you absolutely had no strength to. The plan was to tire him out so that he couldn’t hit you like he wanted to, but with him being as strong as he was, you would probably give up before he did.
Namjoon managed to maneuver you onto your back, and you slapped wildly at him, screaming as loud as your dry throat allowed as you kneed him in the back. You had no idea how angry he was, and you weren’t about to lay around to find out either. He got a hold on your wrists, blocking you from being able to lash out at him anymore. This was it, you were done for. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he was red-faced as he tried to regain his composure. “Chill the fuck out. I’m not going to hit you.” You exhaled in relief, body immediately relaxing. It was silent save for the sounds of your heavy breathing. Namjoon shifted back enough to pull you into a sitting position, and pulled your arms around his waist. “I could never hit you like that, lovely.” His tone was eerily soft, and you eyed him warily. Something was up. Especially since he lied about hitting you. He’d just done so on the way to his office. You were apprehensive to believe anything he said to you. The man was a pathological liar, and a top tier manipulator. Letting go of your wrists, he cupped your face in his hands, cradling your tear streaked cheeks in his palms.
He kissed your forehead and stared into your eyes with a warmth you hadn’t seen in ages, “I have a proposition for you.”
look i get it its annoying to get asked that over and over but no need to be such a witch about it. this is the internet---lesson one, since you seemed to have failed to have notice--almost no one reads the ToA, FAQ, About, etc. just doesnt happen. so you can continue to waste energy getting pissy or you can ignore/delete the ask in question, because at the end of the day, we all know you're only going to write what you have the inspiration for anyways, so take the begging a compliment, move on
Look, if I am being completely honest, I cannot comprehend why you wasted your time on messaging me this. I understand where you are coming from, but also, instead of seeing this from the perspective of an outsider/reader who believes they are entitled to 1. speak for others in regards to whether they read FAQs or not – seriously, the number of messages that I receive saying: “I couldn’t see my question in your FAQ, so (insert question here)?” completely disproves your statement – and to 2. tell me in what manner I can and cannot behave on my own blog, how about you just step into my shoes for a moment. Only one moment, because, y’know, who would wanna be a witch like me for any longer than that.
As much as a writer, such as myself, creates for their own entertainment, we also enjoy sharing those creations with others to bring them a slice of that entertainment too. We give, and give, and give. Completely free of charge, done in our own personal time, and without demanding anything in return. Yes, we receive incredibly lovely compliments on our stories, we receive likes and sometimes reblogs, which is a true honour – though they are not things that we rudely demand, nor beg for from our readers like they have to compliment, like, or reblog our works because we want them to. It is a mutual cycle of giving and taking.
Though the thing is that, for a very small minority of these readers, they let this get to their heads and they start to beg or demand for more, most especially when the writer may be putting out content that they love, but it is not the stuff that the readers are specifically wanting. They begin to forget that the writer is not a machine who works by their command, so they begin to speak to and treat them in that way. And sure, you can say that the begging is a “compliment” – but is it really? Personally, and more specifically in regards to that message you are referencing, it has made me feel rushed and forced to write TDSOTI, which I well and truly know it has been about three months since I posted the first part, and thus, I am already feeling the immense pressure to have it finished without getting messages like that. On top of this, I just uploaded the second part of AOFS yesterday that has a count of 14,000+ words, which yeah, may take less than an hour for you to read, but it takes days upon weeks to write. In regards to those who send me these begging and demanding messages about certain stories, it makes me think: “Oh, are they not enjoying the other stories that I’m writing?” and “But I only just posted ___ a day or two ago… Can I not have a break first?”
We delete these messages, yet they keep coming back until we say something. But when we do say something, we get sweet little messages like your own trying to put us into our supposedly righteous place because we stepped out of line and spoke our true feelings for once.
Welcome to my witchy shoes. Not so comfy, are they?
What I do not understand about your stance on this issue is the moment that we ask our readers for a single thing back, yeah, just one thing; a teeny, tiny thing as simple as reading a few answered questions that take no more than a minute or so to do and 95% of the time provide instant results, you are suggesting that suddenly we, the writers, are the ones being entitled? Lesson one, kid, if a reader does not have the common courtesy to respect a writer’s sole request to read their FAQ, where the reader will literally have their answer within a minute rather than having to wait hours or days for the writer to respond to them with practically the exact same thing; then they are undeserving of respect in return. I apologise, but they are just the facts, and you, my pal, clearly need to take a slice from that steaming respect pie.
All in all, this is not a matter of being justifiably annoyed over begging anons, nor of the way we writers construct our blogs and implement our FAQs for not only us but also for the benefit of our own readers; this is a matter of mutual courtesy and respect between the creators and their audience. Give, and it will be given back. Now please, move on from my blog because you are damn right that this is the internet, and I will not hesitate to block your ass without mercy if you or anyone else messages me bullshit like this again.
I saw a post like this that made the whole Nathan sub fandom look like maniacs so I thought I’d do a little response. I’m not going to argue with anyone who disagrees with me because that isn’t my personality. I’m just sticking up for people who like Nathan because we get so much hate. First off, nobody in life is strange is perfect. It is VERY hypocritical to say that if someone ships one ship they are horrible and disgusting, when your ship could be called toxic too. Just maybe not in the same way. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stress this part enough, JUST BECAUSE YOU LIKE A CHARACTER DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO APPROVE OF ALL THEIR ACTIONS. Some people have a really hard time with this. I haven’t heard one person in the Nathan sub fandom say that he’s done nothing wrong. He has fucked up. A bunch. That’s what makes him interesting though. He’s very complex. That’s why we like him. Another thing I’ve noticed is people get trigggered when they see fanart about him. Seriously? It’s fanart. You should focus more on the talent and effort put into it. If I said anything more we’d be here all day. I do have a message though for people going out of their way to show hate for Nathan. Read a book. Watch a show. Compliment someone. Do whatever the fuck you want, but don’t waste your time purposely making people upset. It’s not worth it. Yes I know I’ll have someone say “I’m just sharing my opinion fuck you!!” If you’re sharing your opinion that’s fine, just don’t tag it under the Nathan’s tags please. Thanks for reading and I hope you can understand my point of view on this. Also a huge fucking thank you because I have over 100 followers now!! It means the world and beyond! ;)
(IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS SECTION ARE TRIGGERING FOR YOU DO. NOT. READ. THIS. Seriously, don’t. If you decide to read regardless of the warnings, don’t even waste your time trying to come for me because I gave a heads up on the content.)
“A proposition? Namjoon, I hardly have the strength for one of your games. You play too much.” He smirked as he climbed off of you. “If you had something you wanted me to do, why didn’t you just say that?” Instead of doing what you just did? You kept to yourself. No use making him angry. “You still need to be taught a lesson for your continual defiance. I will not have you putting the idea that you don’t have to answer to me into the girls’ heads. I am the king. I am the giver of life. What I say is law. Do you understand me?” You nodded silently and waited for him to finish. The panic that seemed to have subsided had indeed returned. As luck would have it, even after that whole ordeal, you were still in trouble with him. Figured. Namjoon got off on torturing you. He lived for making you suffer. There wasn’t a day that went by where he wasn’t tormenting you in some sort of way. Whether it was psychological or physical, it was always something. He extended his hand to you, and you took it cautiously. Something about this supposed “proposition” wasn’t sitting very well with you. Why couldn’t he just be straight forward with you?
Why was it that everything he said or did came with something horrible attached to it? As the saying goes, “Nothing in this life is free”. Everything had a price, and nothing came easily. Namjoon always found a way to make things a lot harder than they had to be, using the ever so popular “You need to be taught a lesson” as the reasoning behind his sick, twisted mind games. You crossed your arms over your naked chest and Namjoon unbuttoned his shirt, handing it over to you so that you could cover yourself with it. “Are you going to tell me what you had in mind, or….?” He waited until you were finished buttoning up the shirt to motion for you to sit in the chair behind his desk. “I’ve come to realize that without you, my business wouldn’t be where it is today.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and folded your arms on top of the heavy wood desk. You were intrigued with where this could potentially be going. “Go on.” He smiled first, pausing in front of you, drawing out the suspense. “Namjoon…” You pressed. You were starting to get impatient with him and his continuous games. Why did he feel the need to beat around the bush with every thing? It was infuriating and you weren’t sure how much longer you were willing to sit and wait for him to get on with it. “How would you like to go into business with me?” He asked you, a light flickering behind his brown eyes. “I’m already in business with you, Namjoon. Is that not what’s been going on here? Or am I just a prisoner being forced to sell her body for your own personal gain?” His smile wavered for a split second, and for that second, you were afraid that you had spoken at all. “You’re not a slave, ___________.” He leaned his weight heavily on to his palms, hands slapping against the surface of the desk. “You were never a slave. I value you and the work you do for me.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at this sentiment. You never believed for one moment that Namjoon valued you or any of the other girls for that matter. You were a means for cash flow. All of you were. You were all plucked from your lives, most of which were terrible, and given a chance to live a better life. A life filled with promises of consistency and everything else one who was down and out would want.
“Now, I want to bring you in on a different level. Be my partner, _________. Run this….” He swept his arms out in a grand motion, “….with me.” “Run what?” “My empire.” He smiled expectantly at you, waiting for you to agree to do it, no doubt. You couldn’t lie. The idea that you could level up was appealing. Very appealing. You could use the newly given position to change how the girls were being treated. You could do so much with this that being Namjoon’s partner was sounding better and better. “On one condition…” You started, waiting for him to get that hopeful gleam in his eyes, “I am your equal. Either I wield the same power you have, or I’m not doing it.” His expression was thoughtful. He narrowed his eyes, looking past you as he worked through his decision in his mind. You waited patiently for him to come to his conclusion, shifting papers across his desk, being nosy. “Okay.” He said finally. You smiled and extended your hand to him, “I want this in writing. I don’t need you to reneging on this deal, Namjoon.” He grabbed your hand in his, his hold sturdy. “Fine.” “So we have a deal then?” “Deal.”
carol is fucking old and cant have babies. caryl = mortality. richonne = fertility. richonne are gonna get so preggers they will have quadruplets for the new world. rick nuts so hard on richonne she will be constantly pregnant with little warriors. richonne family kicks ass. caryl reeks of death. carol dies in season 8 or 9 as manpain for king ezekiel. carol gon get fuckked by zeke before she dies from old age. your woman is an infertile bitch
Damn, don’t tell me spoilers! If there are gonna be Richonne quadruplets in the next season I’d like to be surprised. Thanks.
Seriously, though. I completely stay out of any fandom drama and never participate in it. I mostly stay out of the tag because of it. Hell, there are Caryl blogs I don’t follow because they get involved in too much drama and I don’t need that negativity in my life. I just want to enjoy my ship and let others enjoy theirs.
So, imagine my surprise at getting this completely uncalled for, unprompted and frankly kinda hilarious message. I can only assume that this is a response to some baby fic I wrote. That, plus the fact that I never talked crap about your ship ever… Why would you actively search out something you hate so much and waste your time on it? Do you not have anything better to do??? (reading richonne fic? watching cat videos? make cake? take a walk???)
I thought about saying this politely because that’s how my mom raised me, but considering what you wrote and how you wrote it, you don’t really deserve that.
So let me put it this way: stay the fuck away from my askbox and let me enjoy my ship in peace the way I do. Have a nice day reading caryl fic apparantly
One of the worst things is when you’re enjoying a book/tv show/movie and then it just starts going completely off track and it loses you and you’re just like, “Dammit… we could have had it aaaalllll!” And you feel cheated of having the conclusion you felt you deserved, and like you wasted your time on what was ultimately a disappointment.
Like I was reading a book yesterday with a lot of potential and good characters, but right at the tipping point in the story… the author decided to rush through it and everything blurred. Nothing was really fleshed out and the plot/characters weren’t given the proper room to grow and resolve everything. It was as if the author had a word or page limit and had to fit it all in. Seriously… take the time to let things happen.
Ah, where are the good times when people were asking you interesting questions about the books and not send you hate asks about how many genders you think there are? Seriously, who the fuck would want to read anonymous wars about SJW and TERFs and mysoginists and however-they're-called on an ASoIaF blog? You're such a good meta writer and you waste your time with 12 yo boys who love D&D and think girls suck
Yeah man, it’s almost like media isn’t created or consumed in a cultural vacuum, and discussing a popular series lends itself to political and social debate. What’s up with that?
Ok, so in the USA, the off year political season’s beginning to pick up and you will be getting some calls from pollers trying to get your opinion. Here’s some ways this can go smoothly for everyone involved.
why do you guys just send me your charts with no words? like… what am i supposed to do with that info? i’m happy to answer specific questions about your chart but without a question i’m most likely going to ignore you!! just bc i have so many people do this and i just don’t have the time or energy to do readings or describe your personalities or whatever.
i used to reply with a couple of comments about the chart that popped into my head but people don’t thank me so i quickly learned i was just wasting my time.
but seriously you guys would be better off going on cafe astrology then just sending me a pic of your natal chart like idk what to do w that