she really is a true dancer

Why you should appreciate Nico Yazawa as a character

Nico is my favorite character in Love Live, but she’s hated a lot for misunderstandings. In the anime Nico’s introduced as a third year who is sending Honoka and her friends hate and telling them to give up. I think this is where most people start to write her off as being mean or even just a joke character, which only progresses more when the girls finally do interact with her. She does the “Nico Nico Nii” thing, wants to become the leader of the group and says she’s better than everyone else. This is where a lot of people think she’s annoying, and this is usually the only parts of her personality they point out even though there’s SO MUCH more to her.
We get some backstory later. She had always dreamed of being an idol, however her group failed and the people who joined quit on her. Going back to how she was introduced to us as being mean to the μ’s girls, it’s obvious Nico sees herself in Honoka. Blindly optimistic and hoping for the best, and thinking that she really can become an idol, and Nico thinks that this isn’t possible. Nico failed once before, she doesn’t wanna see it happen again, and being unable to confront her feelings she tells them to give up. She wants to keep Honoka safe and doesn’t want Honoka to lose friends while chasing a hopeless dream. Nico is really shown in this moment to be a truly insecure character who hides behind an over confident attitude because she’s unable to express how she truly feels towards the μ’s girls, and accept them as friends and not just something temporary. You may say, “Well that’s not true! She told her family μ’s were the backup dancers, that proves she’s self centered!” Consider this: in her first year, Nico started an idol group and was hopeful for a positive outcome, so of course she told her family. She would have told them she was an idol, and her siblings would be proud and impressed by her, how could she tell them she failed? So Nico doesn’t, she continues the lie because she has no other choice, she even looks after her siblings on her own most nights. She was afraid of letting them down and not being the impressive older sister they saw her as, so she said μ’s were her backup dancers. At the end of the episode, however, she tells her siblings she’s retiring and joining μ’s. In that moment, Nico accepts them as her friends, her true friends, who won’t abandon her like how she’s been abandoned before.
Now maybe you’re still not convinced Nico is insecure, which is fine, but let’s go back to the more comedic parts of this episode. The parts where Nico is running from the girls and avoiding having them see what she’s doing, she’s trying to hide where and how she lives. Nico’s family is poor, and Nico acts like she’s the best even though she doesn’t come from the best, and her friends might judge her as well. This is a very obvious sign of insecurity, she wants the girls to think she’s rich and all, which is not the case. In one of her school idol diaries, she talks about how she wishes she could invite her friends over but doesn’t want them to judge her (Nico was abandoned by her friends when she initially started an idol group, which is why she’s so emotionally guarded). She takes care of her siblings most nights on her own, because her mom is working. She is caring and tries so hard for her family.
It took her a while to accept that the μ’s girls were her dear friends who wouldn’t leave her side, and it’s important to note Nico has dealt with more than just the loss of her friends. It said in Nico’s school idol diary that her father passed away when she was young. It also says in the school idol diary that her father made the “Nico Nico Nii” thing and never wanted her to stop smiling. She wanted to be an idol so her smile can reach her late father.
Nico is afraid of losing people dear to her, she puts on a smile and confident attitude even if it’s not always true. Nico cares for every girl in μ’s, she even wanted them to continue chasing their dreams after the third years graduate because she wanted the best for them, and wanted them to continue to grow and be happy even if it was without her, even if she wasn’t apart of it. Yet, she’s considered selfish, when Nico has lost so much and puts in so much effort into being an idol, and into her friends happiness.
Nico works hard, and always has. She deserves to be appreciated and loved, she wants the best for everyone no matter what.
TLDR (even though you should), Nico is insecure and hides it behind her idol persona, strives for the best no matter what, and is selfless and caring. I’m proud to call Nico my best girl, I’m proud of her and how far she’s come to achieve her dreams, with her friends by her side. Thank you Nico.


Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?

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request: “a draco malfoy imagine where they’re enemies but Malfoy goes with (reader) to the Yule Ball to avoid Parkinson? They end up having a better time then expected. thanks :))” by @siriuslymagical

a/n: i’m happy that you let me make this a part two to my in preparation for the yule ball imagine! i just really felt that it would add up and all that. hope you like it!


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     "Where’s your date?“ asked Pansy Parkinson with what seemed like an evil smirk plastered on her face.

     The program has already started for a few minutes now and yet Y/N hasn’t arrived, Draco rapidly looking among the crowd in deep pursuit for the girl he has taken interest upon after the many arguments and nagging he has shared with her. At the sudden thought of their current status — a mix of being friends and enemies — he was abruptly afraid of getting stood up.

      But as he focuses his eyes at the entrance of the Great Hall, a lost Y/N was peering everywhere, wearing a red gown that glimmered white diamonds by the light, her hair kept up in an elegant bun with a few strands of hair falling on each side of her beautiful face. Draco had a hard time distinguishing if it was really her — though when their gazes finally met, he could instantly recognize quite well that it was indeed Y/N.

      "There she is.” said Draco to Pansy, staring at his date in complete amazement as she now walks towards them, her chin held high and her smile wide.

      It was obvious by the way she marched with such confidence that she knew what kind of effect she was giving to those who caught a glimpse of her appearance for the night. The boys from Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons were all giving her the look of utter awe, even the girls were silently gushing about how gorgeous her dress was.

     "I’m sorry I kept you waiting.“ Y/N apologized once they were face to face. "Had a little problem with my — uh, Malfoy?” she waved her hand in front of him for he was staring at her in deep thought with his mouth agape.

     "Hmm?“ he snapped out of it.

     She smirked. "I said, I’m sorry for being late.”

     "It’s alright.“ smiled Draco before turning to Pansy, his smile turning into a smug grin. "Well, now if you’ll excuse me, Pansy. I have to get going. Shall we, Y/N?”

      Y/N saw how Pansy’s expression wrinkled at what Draco said, causing Y/N to chuckle and accept Draco’s outstretched hand. Together, they go to the dance floor where a bunch of pairs were already showing their best moves.

      “What’s your deal with Pansy?” asked Y/N all of the sudden as she places a hand on his shoulder; Draco doing the same thing he had done back when they were still practicing.

       He shrugged. “She’s too persistent. I’ve already established it many times that I do not fancy her back but she’s just so stubborn.”

       "Really? I’m not sure whether to be surprised by the fact that Pansy likes you or that someone bothers to do so generally.“ joked Y/N as they now follow the melody of the music.

      Draco sarcastically laughed, his eyes then analyzing her from head to toe. "But on the other hand, I must say, Y/L/N. You look breathtaking tonight.”

     She smiled, a blush appearing on her cheeks. “Well, you don’t look bad yourself. You certainly know what suits you the best.”

     "Of course, I do. That’s why I asked you.“ smirked Draco.

     "Wow. We just got here and you’re already working on your charm.” said Y/N.

      He chuckled. “Only to you though.”

     Draco twirled her around, pulling her swiftly as he leads them swaying against the rhythm. He admit that she had gotten better compared to the last time they danced; her movements were smooth and gentle, just like a true dancer. Not saying that he was a dancer himself but he did know how at least.

     Y/N was looking up at him in uncertainty once he pulled her even closer, something that she noticed he does a lot. “Why did you ask me?” she couldn’t help but inquire.

      He pursed his lips when the thought processed inside his brain. He then looked at her closely, trying to find a reason on exactly why he bothered in the first place.

      “To be completely honest, I don’t really know.” answered Draco. “I guess, at that time when we were practicing, I desperately needed someone else to take other than Parkinson. Then I saw you, sitting there looking like McGonagall was a gift from heaven — and I figured, hey, you’re not that bad, maybe I should just ask you instead of some stranger.”

      She snorted. “I’m glad you thought I wasn’t so bad.”

      He rolled his eyes. “Well, how about you?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Why did you say yes?” asked Draco.

      Like his answer, Y/N shrugged. “Not really sure, as well. Maybe because even though you annoy me to death, you’re not the worst person out there, Malfoy.”

      He raised an eyebrow. “That must be the nicest thing you have ever said to me on the course of our stay here at Hogwarts.” he teased.

      “Yes, and it’ll be the first and last.” retorted Y/N.

      As the night drew deeper, the two Slytherin students found themselves conversing more about themselves, something that they haven’t done before despite being housemates for so long now — just as what Draco claimed.

      When they grew tired of dancing, they settled on just chatting by their table, eating and drinking, their eyes not leaving each other’s as they listened to the countless stories one had to offer. Y/N was taken back by Draco’s sudden politeness and chivalry towards her; it was like she was meeting an entirely new person, someone she clearly hasn’t met yet. While Draco found himself laughing and grinning a lot genuinely, a rare thing to happen for someone like him who was always pressured to be someone the people surrounding him wanted him to be.

      But like most nights, the night of the Yule Ball had to end. Draco took it as his job to escort her all the way to her room, leading her until he was sure that she was already safe inside.

      “Thank you for tonight.” said Y/N as she stands at the doorway, a natural glow seen on her cheeks while she smiles widely at him.

      He bowed. “Pleasure is all mine. I really enjoyed spending time with you. Perhaps even better than what I expected.”

      “Well, I’m happy to know I exceeded your expectations, Draco.”

      At the sound of his name rolling out of her tongue, he suddenly stepped closer and boldly placed an innocent kiss on her cheek, his lips lingering on her sensitive skin for the meanwhile before pulling away with an award winning smile on his features. When he got a good look at Y/N, she too was grinning like mad, her face matching the color of her lovely dress for that evening.

      Finally, Draco put his hands inside his front pockets. “Good night, Y/N. May this night never be forgotten.”

      “Good night, Draco. May this night never be forgotten indeed.” she agreed, slowly backing up and closing her door.

       For a good minute, they just stood at their positions, unaware that the other was doing the same. Draco was running his fingers through his blond hair in astonishment at what he was beginning to feel; Y/N, on the other side of the door, was touching the spot where he had kissed her — her other hand pressed against her chest where her heart was beating harder than a Snitch’s wings.

Dancing With the Stars

A Fluffy Klance One-Shot (that’s essentially just because I headcanon Lance to be a very good dancer)

Featuring very background shallura, a bit of Keith being jealous, and Lance platonic bonding with everyone because he’s my favorite.

Summary: At a celebration on a foreign planet after beating the Galra there, all the aliens are dancing, and Lance is eager to join in. He quickly makes it his goal to get the rest of his team to dance, even Keith. But Keith seems to be acting a little off… what could possibly be bothering him?

Yes I know. I suck at summaries. I don’t write that much fluff in general… it’s mostly angst and this is actually the first Voltron thing I’ve posted. Hopefully more to come?

Lance jogged his leg up and down, eyes gazing longingly at the dance floor.

The celebration was grander than most, fitting for the size of the planet they’d just freed from the corrupt Galra empire. Fast-paced music blared from every corner of the room, with no visible speakers, and countless native aliens were twirling around on the dance floor.

Allura was in the middle of a dignified discussion with the planet’s leaders, with Coran at her side as usual. She’d left the Paladins on a couch to the side of the room, ‘so they couldn’t screw anything up’ were her exact words, with a pointed look at Lance.

This, of course, did not stop the others from noticing how obviously Lance wanted to be on that dance floor, and how restless he was while sitting still.

With an amused sigh, Shiro glanced in the blue paladin’s direction. “You can dance if you want to, you know that right?”

Lance immediately shot off of the couch, his previously anxious face taken over by one of those bright smiles that seemed to light up the room.

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Real Cool- William Magnusson Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: mostly fluff

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Originally posted by byrneing

   Tease and cool were the words William Magnusson used to describe Y/N Y/L/N, and the rest of Hartvig Nissen couldn’t really blame him. She had exuded confidence ever since she slinked out of a silver Aston Martin Vanquish her first day of school, wearing a vintage black Gucci jacket with a graphic tiger emblazoned on the back and some of the tightest jeans Oslo had ever seen. She kept a small smirk on her red pout and her mirrored round sunglasses accentuated how unimpressed she looked. It only took seconds for all the boys to fall head over heels for the first year transfer, but William knew that the only guy who could get with Y/N at his school was him. He was the most desired boy in school and definitely the richest, so why wouldn’t Y/N want to go out with him? Well, he got his answer quickly when during break period that day, she wound up befriending Vilde, Noora, Sana, Chris, and Eva while chain smoking. 

    Though William had apologized to Vilde for treating her badly, Noora still loathed him and would probably paint a bad picture of him for Y/N and he couldn’t have that

    “Good luck getting with her now, William,” Chris said through a laugh.

    “I don’t need luck.”

    Oddly enough, the closer William got to the group of girls, the more his confidence grew. Noora was the first one to notice him when he got close to them.

   “Hello, ladies,” William said.

   “Hi,” Vilde said almost immediately.

   The others were more casual while Noora glared a hole into him. Y/N seemed to look through him behind those mirrored glasses of hers and William definitely didn’t appreciate that.

    “What do you want, Wilhelm?” Noora asked.

    “Well, I would like to give your new friend a proper welcome to Hartvig by inviting all of you to the Penetrators party tonight,” William said.

   By the looks on the girls’ faces, it was obvious they were in but Y/N’s expression remained straight. Slowly, Y/N uncrossed her legs and stood before blowing a mouthful of smoke in William’s general direction, “The new friend has a name.”

   “What is it?”


   “It fits.”

   “Why? Because it matches with my beautiful face and body?”

   William hesitated and the girls around Y/N looked at each other with astonished expressions, except for Noora, who looked impressed. “Excuse me?”
   “I’ve been fed that pickup line more times than I can count.”

   “Who said I was trying to hit on you?”

    “Your eyes; you’ve been using them to undress me since I got here,” Y/N said matter-of-factly. “It’s fine, really, but if you wanted to talk to me, you didn’t have to use my bus as an excuse—just talk to me.”

    William couldn’t fight the smile working his way onto his lips. “Wow.”
    “What? Why are you smiling at me like that?” Y/N asked, running a hand through her smooth y/h/c locks.

     “Because you just became even more attractive to me.”

     Eva, Chris, and Vilde made audible gasps while Sansa only smirked and Noora rolled her eyes. Y/N’s strong expression faltered for a split second and William knew that she was surprised by his response. She would be his soon enough, no matter how hard she was going to make him.

    “I will see you tonight,” William said.


    That night, William tried to remain as calm as possible during the party, which was in full swing by midnight. Everyone was drinking, grinding, or making out already but in the midst of it all, Y/N wasn’t there. 

    “Still confident that she’ll come?” Chris yelled over Rihanna’s “S&M”.

    “Yes,” William said before sipping some of his whiskey.

    “Oh please,” William and Chris turned to see Noora and Eva approaching them, “Y/N’s way out of your league, I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t show,” the blonde girl said.

    “Are you jealous, Noora?” William teased.

   “Why should I be? There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

   William shook his head as Eva and Chris “oohed” jokingly. “Keep telling yourself that.”

    He pushed his way past them and began weaving through the crowd, looking for the new transfer student. He kept telling himself that Y/N and he were in the same league, but maybe they weren’t. Maybe, for once in his life, William was reaching for a girl that was out of his league—–she did speak four languages fluently, not counting Norwegian. 

    He was about to give up when the song changed to Tupac’s “Keep Ya Head Up”. In that moment, Y/N strolled into the apartment, wearing a fitted cobalt blue knit sweater, a black leather miniskirt, and patent leather Doc Martens. Her hair was stylishly messy and her striking y/e/c eyes were highlighted by cat eye eyeliner. She glanced around for a moment before her eyes settled on William.

    “You look…nice, Y/N,” William said.

    “Thanks. You have anything to drink?”

    “Yeah, sure!”

    William nearly winced at how eager he sounded as he walked Y/N over to the drinks area. Fortunately, Eva was busy making out with Chris; Girl Chris was flirting with some brunette guy; and Vilde and Noora were dancing on a couch so none of them could interrupt them. He grabbed a bottle of Patron from one of the top cabinets and poured half of it into a glass for her.

    “Here,” William said.

    “Thanks,” Y/N said, before sipping the tequila. “How did you know I like tequila?”

    “People talk.”

     “And we are friends on Instagram,” William said.

     “Oh.” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she took another long swig. “Keep the tequila coming and we can talk more about how much my Instagram feed told you about me.”


    About three drinks later, Y/N slyly grabbed William’s hand and made him dance with her in front of everyone. She danced smoothly and on beat and it helped that William wasn’t a terrible dancer either. They danced for about four songs and whenever William could get her close enough, he would whisper different things about her into her ear. Nothing too flirty, but just enough to be a tease himself.

    “While that is true, it’s only showing that you know only the most basic facts about me.” Y/N spun around to smirk at him, but there was an unmistakable spark in her eyes.

    William pulled her close again, “Really? I know that you have a tattoo.”

   “Three actually.” She paused from dancing to show him the small tattoo of a wolf’s face etched onto her left pointer finger. “I promise I got this one before Cara Delevigne so I started the trend, really.” Then, she flashed him the inside of her left wrist, where Ciao, Bella was written in pretty font. “And this one was purely out of irony.”

    “But that’s only two,” William said.

    “If we can go somewhere private, I can show you the third.”

    This was too easy and in retrospect, William shook his head at himself as he cockily grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her to the bedrooms, earning knowing winks and thumbs ups from his fellow Penetrators. When Y/N pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, it took everything for the older boy not to smirk.

    “This last one is the first one I ever got,” Y/N began pulling up her sweater, “and I had to get it in a smart place or my parents would’ve freaked.”

    “Of course.”

    “It kind of represents me and my family in a way, I guess.” Y/N’s shirt was halfway up her torso, revealing more skin to William’s greedy eyes.

    William’s hands rested on her hips, his thumbs began massaging the muscles there in circles. “At least it has meaning.”

    “Meaning is subjective because all of my tattoos have meanings.”

    Y/N kept her eyes on him as her shirt inched higher and higher above her body. Just as William could see a sliver of ink on the front of her left ribs, the door swung open.

    “Y/N, Eva’s sick!” Girl Chris exclaimed.

     “She’ll be out in a minute.” 

     “No, I better go now, she is my friend.”

    William gritted his teeth as Y/N swiftly tucked her sweater back into her skirt and slipped off his lap. She smiled like a Cheshire cat as she followed Girl Chris out of the room.

     “Until next time?”

     And that was when William knew that Y/N would be the death of him because though she was completely irresistible, she had this way of drawing him in before kicking him away. For the next couple of months, this game of theirs would continue: Y/N would act cool towards William in front of everyone and tease him at parties or bars. She never kissed him or went far with him though other students at Hartvig Nissen thought otherwise. Her bus group would help her stop rumors though whenever Y/N even looked at the gossiping students, they would cease speaking. She commanded power not only over him but over everyone. Though Y/N’s hold over him was intoxicating, William was growing tired of her games and he brought it up with her at school, during passing period. She was walking downstairs while he was going upstairs.

    “Hello, William,” she said.

    “Y/N,” William gently grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, “we need to talk.”

    “About what?”

    “Don’t play dumb. We need to talk about us. I am done being jerked around by you and while I am all up for the hard to get game, you’re just playing with me.”

    Y/N blinked. “Playing with you? William, I was just having fun and I thought you were too.” 

   “This is hardly my idea of fun,” William said.

   “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, all right? But I shouldn’t be messing around with you anyway—I have a boyfriend.”

   William shouldn’t have been surprised: Y/N was gorgeous, smart, loyal, and fearless. Knowing all this didn’t make his chest sting less though. “Oh.”

   “Yeah, he’s actually in town tonight with his band, the Villains. The girls and I are going and you can come if you’re interested.”

   “I don’t know.”

   “It’s open bar and you might get it on an herbal refreshment,” Y/N teased.

   “I’ll think about it.”

   “I’ll leave your name at the door. See you around.”

   “See you.”

   That conversation made it even harder for William to focus in math the next period. How was he supposed to focus on different equations when he could be meeting Y/N’s boyfriend in a few hours? Besides, wasn’t it a strange situation for William to be in anyway? On the other hand, he was curious to know just what the guy who had stolen Y/N’s heart was like and free drinks and drugs were included. Maybe he would go. Y/N was the first girl to give William such a headache from thinking so much.

   That night, when William was about to text Y/N just when and where the Villains gig was, he received a text from an unmarked number saying : Hard Rock Hotel, 1 AM, be there.

   If that wasn’t a clue to how insane the evening would be, William didn’t know what was. When he got to the famous bar, it was packed with mostly women wearing thin sweater, tight jeans, or short skirts along with heavy makeup. The few men there were either bouncers or friends/boyfriends of the girls who wanted to be groupies and they couldn’t have looked more bored. Y/N was fairly easy to spot: she was sitting at the bar, sipping a tequila sunrise and nodding at something Sansa was saying next to her. William made his way through the crowd over to her. Noora, Eva, and Vilde were talking about bus business a few feet away from Sana and Y/N while Chris was flirting with the bartender. Y/N smirked and sat up when she saw William.

    “Hi, Stranger,” she said. 


    “You invited him?” Sansa asked.

    “Guys need free drinks too.” Y/N handed him a beer. “Plus, he’ll help distract all these wannabe groupies.”

     “Glad I could be of help.”

     “So, how big are they?” Sansa asked.

     “Well, they’re pretty well-known in England since they are from London but someone called them the new Arctic Monkeys,” Y/N said.

    “And your boyfriend is…”

    “Jack Cash and, yes, that is his real name.”

    “Are you telling the story of how you met your boyfriend?” Vilde asked excitedly.

    Y/N shrugged. “I can but it is a pretty short story: I met him in a burger place in Camden Town and we argued over whether John Lennon’s death was a conspiracy. He asked me out after that.”

    “Very romantic,” Eva teased.

     “Very.” Y/N took a long swig of her drink.

     Finally, the Villains took the stage and after getting a look of Jack, it was obvious why Y/N was dating him: he was tall, olive-skinned, and though he had an athletic build, the black Runaways tank top he wore showed off his muscular arms. He had the coolest tattoo sleeves out of the rest of the band members and his hair was shaved on the sides but fell against his forehead like black ink. He had a strong jaw and piercing amber eyes.

     “You are such a lucky girl,” Noora said just before they started playing their new song.

     Y/N smirked while sipping her drink. The Villains’ songs were bass-heavy rock and though most of the people in the crowd stuck to jumping around, Y/N simply bobbed her head and sipped her drink. However, William noticed how intently Y/N stared at Jack only to have the lead singer only glance at her a few times. She would look down at the drink in her hands occasionally but she refused to look too sad. In the middle of the set, Y/N whispered something to Sansa before disappearing into the crowd. William didn’t even have a chance to worry because Y/N returned a minute later, wearing a black backstage pass around her neck and carrying six more in her hands. Immediately, Noora, Vilde, Eva, and Girl Chris returned from the crowd.

    “Are those what I think they are?” Eva asked.

    “Backstage passes for all of you.” She gladly handed one to each of her friends and when she got to William she whispered in his ear, “You’ll get your refreshment backstage.”


    In spite of himself, he managed a small smile for Y/N. It was weird how upset he was about her boyfriend and how much he wanted to keep a good face for her.

    At the end of the show, Y/N led them all backstage into the world of a band. Smoke was everywhere and there were tons of people walking around. Girl Chris and Eva made a beeline for the snack table while Noora, Sana, Vilde, and William acted normal while Y/N showed them around. Finally, they got to the black leather couch where the band members of the Villains were sitting, smoking, and talking to three of their new groupies.

    “Y/N,” they said.

    “Hey, guys, these are my friends, Vilde, Sana,Noora, and William,” Y/N said.

    “Since when did you have guy friends?” Jack demanded.

    “Since now,” Y/N shot back, obviously annoyed.

    “Uh oh, couple’s quarrel coming in,” the blonde drummer teased as he handed Y/N his joint, “Come on, relax.”

    Y/N kept a steady eye on Jack as she took a long drag of her joint before handing it to William. The tension between the couple was obvious and William couldn’t help but feel a little happy about that.

    “Jack!” a petite girl with lavender hair sat on Jack’s lap and proceeded to stick her tongue down his throat. 

    Jack reacted immediately by groping her and kissing her back, making sure to slide his hand up under her thin white wife beater she wore with black leather leggings. When she pulled away, she turned to face Y/N and her friends, displaying a silver nose ring. 

     “Who are these people?” she asked in a high pitched Birmingham accent.

     “Babe, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a good friend of mine and she brought her friends to support us. Y/N, this is Orchid, my girlfriend.”

     “Hi, how long have you two been together?” Y/N asked in her smooth American accent.

   “Three years. We’ve been doing long distance and I’m studying here in Oslo so I came to surprise him!” Orchid said.

    “How nice?”

    Most girls would’ve started screaming, throwing things around, or even try to fight Jack or Orchid, but Y/N truly wasn’t most girls. Instead, she remained calm. When William handed the joint to her, she not only took it, but wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and smooth and though there weren’t any fireworks, there was definitely something there as William kissed back. Y/N pulled away and took a long drag of the joint, drinking in the wide eyes and even the glare she was getting from Jack.

    “You were right, Jack, I don’t have any male friends. This is William, my boyfriend. We’ve been dating nearly since I got here,” Y/N said. “Isn’t that right, William?”

    William wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Yes.”

    “Good for you,” Jack said through gritted teeth.

     “Well, we really must be going now. Nice meeting you Orchid.”

     But Y/N didn’t wait for a reply as she turned and walked through the backstage exit with William in tow as well as the other girls following.

    “That was amazing!” Noora exclaimed. “The look on his face was everything.”

    “Yeah, you are my hero!” Vilde agreed.

    “Thanks,” Y/N said, but her tone was a lot lower than usual.

    “Are you all right?” William asked.

    “Yeah, I’m fine. He’s just some Alex Turner slash Zayn Malik wannabe. They couldn’t even buy a slot at Coachella anyway.” 

     William nodded but he could tell that Y/N was hurt by the way her eyes drooped and her pout became more prominent. “I could beat him up for you.”

    “Really? You’d get in a fight for me?”

    “You just have to ask.”

    Fortunately, the other girls were too far behind to hear their conversation. 

    “How chivalrous of you, William, but he isn’t worth it. I only knew him for about six months anyway. Sorry about kissing you like that.”

    “No, it’s fine, do it any time.”

    Y/N chuckled and William raised an eyebrow. “Don’t bet on it, but, thanks for playing along with it.”

    “A girl like you doesn’t deserve to be embarrassed by anyone, especially that guy,” William said.

    Y/N smiled, a genuine smile and it was just for William. “William, I think this may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

    “Or something more.”

    Even though Y/N didn’t respond verbally, the coy look on her face gave him enough hope. 

Only See You: 707/MC

Summary: Saeyoung hates appealing to the RFA benefactors yet he can’t let you go alone … not with the herd of wolves that always seem to hang around you. 

Rating: T

Words: 1476

As far as Saeyoung knew he wasn’t blind. Sure, he may need the assistance of prescription lenses but he wasn’t blind. So then why did guys constantly act as if he couldn’t see their blatant attempts of flirting with his fiancee. Tonight was just another occasion where Saeyoung was ignored completely as his lovely counterpart chatted and socialized with a young group of potential benefactors … all male benefactors. He loathed these get togethers, and though she’d told him many times he didn’t have to accompany he if he disliked them so much, how could he not when it was like this? She was surrounded, a pale ray of light in a sea of suits and cufflinks, smiling as her apricot lips graced the wine glasses edge. It was something that Saeyoung had immediately noticed, the way she dressed for these events in comparison to what she wore around him. Slimming cocktail dresses, heels and elegant makeup only enhanced the marvelous features he woke up to each morning.

Taking another deep swig of his seventh soda of the evening Saeyoung watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. A single beacon caught the light, a ring wrapped around her slender finger, an obvious sign of her commitment and pre-established love. One would hope this was enough to ward off those hungry mongers yet it never appeared to be the case. Though they had undoubtedly noticed the ring none had taken it as a signal to back the fuck off his woman. An irritable pang laced through his chest, Saeyoung massaged it away with his free hand, still scowling.

“Are you havin’ lady troubles there, sir? You appear to be nursing a headache so grand you look about ready to burst.”

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Uncanny Similarities

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader is not a member of the BAU, but Spencer’s friends from work call them Leonard and Penny because of their likeness to the Big Bang Theory couple. @coveofmemories


“Anyone ever tell you that you two remind them of someone?” JJ asked, looking at Spencer and Y/N on the couch playing video games.

Simultaneously, they both replied, “No,” without ever taking their eyes off the screen. They were both glazed over on Super Mario 3D World.

“Because you do,” she laughed, bending over in hysterics at the sight of her friends practically drooling from hours of video game playing. She and Emily had come over minutes before; they planned on going out to lunch in a while.

Y/N snapped out of their combined stupor first, looking towards JJ completely confused. “What’s so funny? Who do I remind you of?”

She’d barely heard JJ; she was referring to them as a couple. “You both remind me of Leonard and Penny from The Big Bang Theory.”

“That show about geeks,” she said incredulously, not understanding why she and Spencer bore a resemblance to the famous TV couple. “How do we remind you of them?”

Emily walked back into the living room of the apartment, returning from the bathroom to see JJ still laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t Y/N and Spencer remind you of Leonard and Penny from The Big Bang Theory?” JJ asked, watching as Emily enthusiastically agreed.

“Yes!” Emily shouted. “That’s who they remind me of!”

“How?” Y/N shouted back, still not understanding. Sure, Spencer was a genius and she was definitely not - not stupid, but definitely not at his level of intelligence. They both liked to play video games. But other than that, she couldn’t think of a reason why they would remind Emily and JJ of the couple.

“Well,” Emily said, “We can start with the obvious, which is, Spencer is a geek and you’re not. But yet you kind of are, you’re like an undercover geek, just like Penny. Plus, your banging.”

Y/N smirked, looking over to see Spencer’s eyes still glued to the television. “I am that,” she replied, motioning with her hands for them to keep going.

JJ pulled a hair tie off of her wrist, rearranging her hair as if to get ready to go on a tangent. “You’ve also broken up and gotten back together numerous times, even though you’re perfect for each other. You met because of your ex-boyfriend, although not in the exact same way. You said yourself that Spencer if the first geek you’ve ever gone out with in your life, just like Penny…” She was going to keep going forever if Y/N let her. Apparently, they had more in common with the TV couple than she’d realized.

Finally, Spencer was done with the board they were on, getting to the end by himself without even realizing you’d stopped playing. “Why’d you stop playing?” he asked before moving on to the next board.

“JJ and Emily say you and I remind them of Leonard and Penny from The Big Bang Theory,” she said, still not quite believing it herself.

Originally, Spencer lifted up his eyebrows in disbelief, about to disagree, before actually thinking about it. “Kinda,” he replied, “But, I’d like to think I have a little more common sense than Leonard does. He’s a genius, but he’s also really dumb when it comes to women.” Immediately, he went back to stare at the screen, not realizing how dumb he’d been involving her on more than one occasion. She looked over at Emily and JJ with a stunned look of disbelief.

“See what I mean?” JJ said, holding her hand out toward Spencer, who was happily back to playing Super Mario.

“Plus, again,” Emily continued, laughing, “You’re also aspiring to something in entertainment. She wants to be an actress and you want to be a dancer.”

True again. You were a fantastic hip-hop dancer and had been on numerous auditions for high-profile music videos - one of which you’d gotten recently.

“And,” Spencer said, having finished a second board in a matter of a couple of minutes, “you look a lot like Penny right now.”

“How so?” she asked, she looked nothing like Penny.

“Because,” he said, pulling out his camera to take a picture of you, “You’re hair is a complete mess, you look beautiful by the way, you’re wearing pajamas half in disarray, your eyes are still glazed over from the TV and you have a cheeto stuck to the side of your face just like she did after she realized she was addicted to Age of Conan in that one episode.”

Y/N looked at the picture, realizing she was the spitting image of Penny in that episode. She picked the cheeto off the side of her face, tightened up her pajamas and robe and looked over towards Spencer, once again picking up the controller to join the game. “Shut up.”

When aesthetic meets human

I know for a fact that perfection doesn’t exist. Yet it still baffles me that I long it. Deeply. I wanna be perfect in so many ways. I want to mix my passions together into a pile of perfect mess. Long, blonde hair. Not completely straight nor completely curly. Wavely. Soft curls. Like fresh snow in your hands. Blonde, an innocently perfect color. A cute, small face, translucently pale skin, adorable nose, slight freckles, high cheekbones, round, big, blue eyes, amazingly long lashes, full, rosie lips, perfectly straight pearly white teeth. A ballerina’s body. Tiny arms, toned flat stomach, long, lean legs, cute tight butt, small feet. Kinda short. An adorable mess. One that looks graceful in anything. Oversized sweaters, skinny jeans, boots, dresses, leather jackets, coats, leggins. All of it black. The first impression you get when you see her is that she’s “quiet, shy, dressed in all black”. Mysterious, yet elegant and gorgeous. She rarely lets her hair loose, always puts it in a ponytail or a braid. Her make up is simplistic to almost invisible. It enchances her features, making her look extraordinarily and simply beautiful. She’s always careful with what she says, her shyness rules and controls her actions, thoughts and emotions. She never smiles a full smile or laughs or talks louder even though people tell her to do so. She’s wrapped up in her little bubble of aesthetics, art, books, literature and music. A wall is built around her. She uses metaphores to speak, she can recite poetry like it’s a lullaby you sing to your kid every night, like it’s a simple ‘hello’. But at times she says something that’s not like her at all. A funny, direct sentence, she teases you back instead of smiling shyly, her lips finally making that full smile and her laughter being heard for the first time ever. She’s smart. Her glasses make her look like a bookworm, like a person who hides under her blanket at one in the morning to read Tolstoy or Austen or Shakespeare. Her wall that she built after so many years hides her true inner self, what she really is. If you forget about it all, the black clothes make her look like a badass. And her shyness, her slender body and her graceful moves give off a completely different impression. But after all those layers of shyness, quietness, gracefulness and carefulness hides the true girl. She’s a dancer. Her friends know her as the hilarious, sarcastic girl, who mimics everyone and can make anything fun. Who’s adorable just by existing, let alone smiling, laughing, doing things. A person with such beautiful mind, who’s able to create sentences so deep you could drown in them and sentences so funny you could pee yourself. Her mind travels through different worlds and dimensions, illusions, times, places. She’s so unique, so different. People love her for who she is. Because she’s one of a kind.

shellbow  asked:

Hey! I know you love Bayonetta, she's one of my favs too, but I've seen a lot of feminist claim that she's not a good example to hold up because she was designed to cater to the male gaze regardless of her actions as a character and I was just wondering if you had any thoughts about that :>

Any thoughts? OH HO HO, please have a seat because I’m about to go off right here,

Ok first of all, does Bayonetta (both the character and the game) have some problems, yes. Things can always be improved. The thing is, she doesn’t necessarily HAVE to be either A TOP TIER FEMINIST ICON or A PROBLEMATIC PIECE OF SHIT. A middle ground can be found in these things, and regarding Bayonetta, she is a very, very good and important female character with absolute feminist leanings, but there are some things that can be improved upon, always.

But here’s the thing, I’ve noticed that a lot of people who scream “ANTI-FEMINIST” at Bayonetta, either haven’t played the games or take everything at face value.

There are a lot of details in Bayonetta that set her apart from the typical, male-gazey female character. And those details are absolutely put there on purpose by the developers by the way, these are deliberate things.

First of all, something important to remember is that all the characters in Bayonetta, were designed by a woman. And if you look at the concept art of both Bayonetta and Jeanne

The most important thing in their designs isn’t their bust sizes, or sex appeal.

It’s their sense of style, and ‘shape’ (as in their silhouette, an important aspect of character design).

What’s also important is to note all the effort the designers have gone through to really establish the individuality of these two female characters. That might seem like a minor thing, but if you compare it to other video games in this genre (fighting, and hack-and-slash specifically), often the most important thing separating those female characters is their bust size. Case in point, Soul Calibur has a chest size chart in it’s concept art.

This is ridiculous.

Another very important thing regarding her design, are her proportions. YES, her legs are ridiculously long, but here’s the thing, that’s the style of the entire game. I mean, have you seen Luka’s legs,

 damn he fine

No, what I’m talking about with her design, is the way she looks, the way she is proportionate to herself.

I’m taking Japanese focused games especially here. I took a character from Soul Calibur (I have a real bone to pick with this game ok), and Dead or Alive as examples.
Those two characters aren’t women, they’re girls. Little girls. And while both of them originally come from a fighting game, neither of them look even vaguely threatening.

Now look at Bayonetta. Her features are proportionate to her face, she is still very beautiful but she looks mature, which is GOOD because she is supposed to be in her 30’s (human age, of course. Technically she’s hundreds of years old) in the first game, and even nearing 40’s in the second.

Do you know how rare that is for female, Japanese characters.

These other two characters look sexual, yes. But not like they actually have any control over their own sexuality. Two tropes often used in the design of Japanese female characters is the “Ice Queen” and “the Little Girl”, (or as psychology calls it, the “Virgin/Whore complex”),

For examples, let’s use Soul Calibur again

Sophitia, despite having a mature body (or at least her bust size is, everything else seems strangely out of proportion), looks innocent, like she needs to be protected. While her basic design almost SCREAMS sex, everything else seems to project a need to be protected. She is non threatening.

Ivy on the other hand, also exudes sex but differently. She is sexual, but she also has an air of “you will never have this”. She is an “ice queen”, it’s not that she doesn’t want to have sex with YOU, cis male gamer, it’s that she doesn’t want to sleep with ANYONE. You masculinity remains intact.

But Bayonetta on the other hand. Bayonetta has sex. This is established several times through dialogue. She has sex, she wants it and enjoys it, BUT, she HIGHLY doubts that you, cis male gamer, can deliver.

She has sex, but she won’t with you because you’re not worth her time and she knows it. She owns her own sexuality.

She looks good and she knows it. She enjoys wearing perfume, jewelry and designer clothes because she likes wearing them. She does this for herself only, no one else.

Another thing about her design, are her lollipops. Lollipops in relation to female characters are a sexual symbol almost all of the time. It’s a call back to oral sex. That’s why the lollipop in question is often rather large, because MASCULINITY don’t you know.

But look at the lollipops Bayonetta eats. Those things are tiny as hell. And she’s never seen licking them either, she just put them in her mouth and almost forgets they’re there. She throws them around in combat too.

They are fun for her, and she enjoys them, but they are not vital at all. (psst, they are a metaphor for you, cis male gamer.)

Now, the way she moves in combat. First of all, again, Bayonetta LOVES herself, and she enjoys showing off what she can do, and why shouldn’t she.

Many people say she moves like a stripper, but that’s not exactly true. She moves like a dancer. 

Right, that’s all her basic design out of the way. Now there’s also her personality to consider.

There are some very important facts about Bayonetta’s personality that really set here even further apart from the regular female character tropes.

First of all, her likes and interests (besides sex and dancing that is). Things Bayonetta likes,

  • Motorcycles
  • Guns
  • Space Harrier 
  • Aracade games
  • Shopping/Fashion
  • Tiny, pink drinks
  • Blowing kisses that take the shape of little hearts
  • Parties
  • Her mother
  • Her best friend Jeanne

She both likes very stereotypically masculine and feminine things, scoffing at nothing, and judging nothing.

You will never ever hear her say anything like “I’m not like other girls”, quite the opposite, she is shown several times to be very protective of other girls, while handeling most of the men in her life (Luka, at first, Enzo, Balder, even Rodin) with disregard.

Another VERY important thing about her, is her relationship with Cereza. Whether she is really her daughter (she technically isn’t), is not important. What IS important, is that Bayonetta takes on a motherly role. She gets called “mummy”, she cares for and protects Cereza, the whole bit.

And it doesn’t diminish her badassness or sexuality at all. Because often, female characters becoming mothers is presented as a “downgrade”, it makes them less sexual, but not Bayonetta. She is shown to be both very caring and loving, and also cold and calculated. My god, it’s almost as if she’s a multi dimensional character.

Now, I think I hit all the bullet points of her design. So I just wanted to point out a few more little things about the Bayonetta universe.

The item and weapon descriptions, are always about very powerful witches from different countries and periods in time. So in this universe, witches come from all over the world and wield extreme power.

And last but not least, in the Bayonetta universe. Both heaven and the underworld are ruled by women.

that’s always fun

So, in conclusion,

Is Bayonetta a feminist game? I believe so, yes! There is a lot to admire, and I don’t call her my “video game crush” for nothing.
Should all games strive to be exactly like this? OH HELL NO! Bayonetta’s sex positivity is really great and all, but now where are our asexual heroines, our canon trans ones, etc.

Bayonetta is not perfect, but it did have a goal, and I believe it reaches that goal almost perfectly. Bayonetta is very important, and she is absolutely worthy of close examination, and I love her to bits.

so, I hope I answered your question!

now go forth and play more Bayonetta! Let’s rock, baby!

Dancer hips can go for hours pt.2

Request: Plsss pt2 of dancers hips can go for hours w jimin joining in omfg /Gurl I’m not even kidding if there isn’t another part to that dancers hips fic with Park Jimin in it I might die/ you do know that you have to do a part 2 on the dancer hips smut?/ How about “Dancer hips can go for hours” part 2 PLEASE?

Requests are open!!

A/N: I received so many requests to continue this and i had such a hard time writing this I’m sorry. It is not a full on threesome since the boys go after each other but it’s still deadly.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Jimin

Word count: 1.9 k

“That is Jimin one of the owners of this club.”


You were still out of breath and looked pretty fucked out. But Jimin seemed to know very well what happened anyways.

“Nice pick Hyung, what will you do now?”

“I’ll take her home, if she wants to of course.”

He moved closer to your ear and whispered.

I told you dancer hips can go for hours.

That’s very true, how about I join you two?

Thanks to the alcohol this wasn’t a hard decision to make. You nodded and both of the boys looked very pleased.

“But do we need to go home?”


Do we really need to go to one of your flats?

Jimin and Hoseok were perplex for a moment before Jimin caught on and groaned.

“Oh my fucking god you’re the first girl that rather wants to fuck here in this club instead of a nice bed, how did you find her Hyung? And can you get me one as well?”

Jimin took your hand and dragged you through a maze of corridors in the private back area of the club until you reached a door, probably his office. It was a fairly big room with giant dark windows on one wall, a big wooden desk and a lot of random shit. Out of the dark toned windows you could look into the inside of the club and you actually had a great view over the whole dance floor.

“They are black if you look up, no one can see anything but I can see everything.

You walked closer to take a look at the dancing crowd as you felt Jimin coming up behind you and taking a hold of your waist. He pressed you flat against him and let his teeth gently scrape on your ear.

“You know it would be amazing to fuck you against those windows, you have the feeling everyone watches you, wouldn’t that be exciting?

Jimin spun you around so now your back was pressed against the window and captivated you in a forceful kiss. His fingers reached for the zipper of your dress, you now had no chance of being caught by someone so you could actually get fully undressed this time. You weren’t wearing your panties anyways, Hoseok still had them in his back pocket. Jimin took off your bra as well and threw it to your dress on the floor. You were now naked in front of two fully dressed men, feeling very exposed. But when Jimin started kissing you again moving on to your jawline down to your neck planting open mouthed kisses along you completely forgot about that. You heard someone sitting down in a chair and looked up to find Hoseok sitting there watching you two.

“W-what about Hoseok?”

Jimin turned around to see what Hoseok was doing.

“I just had my turn, I’m gonna leave you all to Jimin now.”


“If you want me that badly we’ll see what you can handle after Jimin is done with you.”

He gave you a smirk and you focused back on Jimin who looked like he wanted to eat you alive. Which was not completely untrue since he proceeded to kneel down in front of you, planting open mouthed kisses onto your lower belly and thighs. He kissed the inside of your thighs upwards, almost reaching where you wanted him the most, but avoiding it. You wiggled your hips trying to get him there but he just chuckled, blowing a stream of hot air against your core. You whined at his actions and he finally showed you some mercy and licked one flat stripe up your folds. You hissed at the contact and he repeated his action slowly, looking directly into your eyes. His eyes were plain black and you could see the lust in them. Finally he wrapped his plush lips around your clit and started sucking gently. Your back fell against the window and he took one of your legs over his shoulder to give him better access. He started sucking harder and buried his face between your thighs. Your moan escalated to a small scream and your hands moved into his hair, holding on desperately as he moved further down to lick into you with abandon. He pulled your other leg over his shoulder as well to gain better access and your hips moved on their own accord. When he could feel you getting close he replaced his tongue inside you with two fingers, pushing them into you. He curled them upwards and you let out a loud moan tugging at his hair desperately.

“How about a third finger princess?”

You could only moan as an answer as he pushed a third finger into you stretching you out deliciously. His lips were wrapped around your clit as his fingers thrusted into you fast and hard. Your walls clenched erratically around his fingers as you reached your orgasm, your back arched and your head leaned against the black window. Jimin made sure to completely lick you clean before he got up again. He pulled you close and kissed you passionately again before he turned you around so you were looking out of the window. His fingers trailed back down to your oversensitive clit and you whined and shifted around.

“Look at all this people down there, none of them know what we are doing here. None of them know that I’ll bend you over now and fuck you so hard from behind that you won’t even be able to walk out of this club later. But you’ll feel like they do the whole time baby.

He gently pushed you forwards and you immediately stretched your hands out to stabilize yourself against the window. The tip of his dick was teasing your entrance as he let his hands run down your sides towards your ass, giving it a little slap. You weren’t sure just how he could be controlling himself so well with his cock so hard against you, but you cursed loudly when he pushed mere centimeters inside you before pulling out again.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right this second -”

The rest of your sentence is drowned in a moan as he pushed all the way in in one swift motion. He bent down to muffle his curses in your neck as he took a moment to collect himself.

“Omg Hoseok, she’s so fucking tight.”

You could hear Hoseok chuckle in the back of the room but it was pretty hard to focus on anything since Jimin was done collecting himself and pushed all the way out of you just to slam back in. You let out a loud gasp and you were both so wound up that it was messy to begin with. Jimin slammed into you in a hard and fast rhythm hitting your spot with every thrust. You could barely hold yourself up against the window and your eyes drew shut. Jimin could feel you nearing your second orgasm so he sneaked a hand around your waist to messily rub your clit.

“Open your eyes, baby. And make sure you scream for me when you cum.”

It was hard not to obey his raspy voice next to your ear as he rubbed your clit faster. Your walls clenched around his dick repeatedly as you came. Curses, moans and Jimins name filled the room as your vision went white. Jimin followed shortly after you, pushed over the edge by you clenching around him. He made sure to ride both of your highs out before he pulled out and bent over to plant a soft kiss onto your shoulder blade. You tried your best to stand up straight and panted, unable to catch your breath.

You looked up to see what Hoseok was doing, feeling bad for the total lack of attention he got from you. You walked over to him and he pulled you in his lap wrapping his arms around you. His prominent bulge was poking into your back and he held you until you had finally caught your breath again. You moved around to straddle him and he looked at you questioningly. You lowered your head to kiss him and he responded immediately. Your hips grinded onto his lap in a slow rhythm and he grunted lowly.

“Are you sure you can do this now baby?”

“No but I can’t leave you unsatisfied either.”

Jimin looked in awe as he planted himself in another chair in the room watching with interest.

“She really fucking likes you, you won the lottery hyung. She can’t even walk properly but still wants to ride you.”

Hoseok looked at you as he pulled his shirt over his head to throw it god knows where. You lifted yourself onto your knees to give him enough room to pull down his pants. Your legs were already shaky so he just steadied them with his hands. He was so hard and you were still sensitive so there was no foreplay needed. You held onto his shoulders as he positioned himself right at your entrance. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as the tip of his dick brushed against your clit. You slowly sank down onto him slowly until he was completely inside of you, filling you up perfectly. You moaned loudly and Hoseok crunched his whole face up trying not to immediately loose it since he had been hard for so long. You waited patiently until he moved your hips, motioning you to move. You were going at a slow and steady pace but that was not what he wanted. He took complete control even though you were on top of him, moving your hips at his desired pace. You were panting and already close to your orgasm again since you had barely had time to calm down from your last. Gladly Hoseok was pretty close as well, his breaths came short and quickly as he moved his hips in sync with yours.

“I-I’m so close, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

“Me too baby, just let go.”

With a particularly aimed thrust he sent you over the edge. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest and you felt like you would loose consciousness any second. Hoseok came along with you moaning your name lowly. Even Jimin could be heard whining on the other side of the room at the sight of you two. Hoseok pulled out and you slumped back into his chest, utterly exhausted.

“How the fuck could you move your hips that well?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I was a dancer as well. No where near your level I just did it for fun.”

You chuckled as his eyes went wide.

“You have to do a nice dance performance for me then. Maybe after our next date?”

“I promise.”

Ace Review: Endless Days of Summer

Endless Days of Summer by Stacy O'Sheen
Published by Supposed Crimes, 2015

Struggling to cope with the reality of her decision to live away from home, Penelope Van Buren is thrust into college life head first with nothing to break her fall. It’s a whirlwind once her dorm mate convinces her to leave the room. Penelope finds friends in LGBTQA club but when the questions start flowing through Penelope’s mind she realizes she’s been wrong about so many things.

Seeing the world around her with new eyes, she analyzes an old relationship that may turn out to be even more than she thought it would be. In the end, Penelope needs to do what would make her happy. The problem is she can’t seem to figure out what that is.

Good things:

Explicitly asexual protagonist
Pretty good explanation of ace 101, including a variety of experiences and how it may or may not mean sex
Romantic orientation also considered and explained
Long enough story that the ace 101 didn’t feel too much of a lecture or a very special episode
Protagonist explicitly explores what asexuality means for specifically her and her romantic relationship
All about romantic relationships between women

However, this is not my jam. In fact it has a lot of tropes I usually actively avoid. There is nothing going on here other than the protagonist figuring out herself in terms of her romantic relationships. I am not much of a romance reader and love triangles often bore me. This entire story is one long, long, love triangle. It is between three girls, so that’s nice, but that wasn’t quite enough novelty to keep me interested. Penelope’s emotions felt genuine and in fact reminded me of several friendships and past relationships - although honestly ones I prefer not to dwell on. Add to that secondary characters who have no lives or personality beyond catering to Penelope’s needs, writing that was very tell and not enough show, and a plot about who calls who girlfriend, and I found Endless Days of Summer a bit of a slog.

But as far as representation I don’t have anything to complain about. Penelope’s experience doesn’t entirely ring true to me - I don’t really get aesthetic attraction myself so there were times when I would have said she was experiencing sexual attraction. For example, she describes watching her girlfriend dance as “I had forgotten in the time we had been apart what that girl could do to me on a dance floor. She wasn’t particularly an amazing dancer, but her body moved so sensually it rendered me stupefied in an instant.” But your mileage may vary.

If the description sounds interesting to you, definitely give it a try.

Warnings for attempted sexual assault and a lot of acephobia.

Hamilton/Les Mis HC

So, basically, these are some headcanons that I have about Les Amis and their shared love for the musical “Hamilton”. Because really, everyone loves Hamilton. Even Hugo loves Hamilton, and I have the feeling that Hugo hates everything and everyone. I just know it.

Anyway, here they are!

Courfeyrac, being the most precious cinnamon roll in the universe, is the first one who discovered the musical. He knows EVERY. SONG. Is almost a religion. And he tries constantly to convert whoever cross his way. He’s got the OBC recording in his car, a poster in his room and he ALWAYS sings it while showering or, well, really all the time.

Courfeyrac favourite song is “The Schuyler Sisters”, and his favourite characters are Angelica and King George… Because, you know, we are talking about Courfeyrac. The supreme Diva. He likes to enter at the Café Musain walking like King George while screaming “A MESSAGE FROM THE KIIIING” just to piss Enjolras off. Enjolras doesn’t catch the reference but is used to Courf and his weird behaviour.

He’s constantly trying to convert his house mate, Jehan, but he’s not succeeding. Well. Kind of. Jehan plays the stoic part most of the time because he simply can’t afford to live with an over-excited Courfeyrac all the time so he has to play the grown-up part, but he DEFINITELY sings along with the tracks when Courf plays it while showering. And he DOESN’T CRY every time when “It’s Quiet Uptown” starts. HE DOESN’T. He directly melts in a puddle of desperation while yelling to his friends to lower the volume. And if Courf notices Jehan sobbing, well, he does a good job at pretending.

Combeferre, being the good boyfriend, encourage his obsession while trying to use it for a better cause. He buys Ron Chernow biography, he reads it few time while trying to find new arguments to lead Courf towards more serious themes. Sometimes he manages, sometimes he just ends up doing the second part in whatever song is playing at the moment. His favourite songs is “The Schuyler Sisters”, like Courf, because every time they sing it together he ends up doing Aaron Burr… and Peggy. And Courf laughs hysterically every time.

He likes it, but, you know, no one has Courfeyrac enthusiasm.

…Well. No one except maybe Cosette. SHE. JUST. LOVES. IT. SO. MUCH. She went with his Papa in NY and she went to see it. She met Lin-Manuel Miranda and just started to jump everywhere because she’s not Courf, she doesn’t cry in public, but after talking to Lin (and Daveed. And Groffsauce, AND MAYBE few dancers, because she’s a true fan and loves everyone) she spent few hours talking on Skype with Courf crying and telling him EVERY DETAIL. She even ignored Marius calls until the next day, when she basically spent all her credits trying to explaining him the greatness of the show. Marius was just happy to know that she was alive and happy, but well, he didn’t have the time to even say “hi” so he just listened to her.

Like Courf, Cosette really likes Angelica, but she loves Eliza a lot more. She see herself in the character so much, she wants to be like her, she wants to do something great (and that’s the reason why she went to the first meeting with Les Amis), while being a good and special person to his friends and beloved. She cries hysterically while listening “It’s Quiet Uptown” because she thinks about her mother, but her favourite song is “Helpless”. Because, well, she felt exactly the same when she saw Marius for the first time at the Café Musain. Only… well, Marius was more like Eliza, blushing and being all shy, while she was more like Alexander. I mean, someone has to take the first step, right?

Talking about first steps. The only one in the group that started listening the musical without being forced by someone else was Joly. He heard Courfeyrac sing the opening, and he loved it instantly. He asked him the soundtrack and now he’s a huge fan of Lin-Manuel. Unlikely his other friends thought, he loves more “In the Heights”, and he managed to convert Musichetta and Bossuet to Lin-Manuel’s works thanks to his first masterpiece. Joly doesn’t have a single favourite song, but he often ends up yelling “YOU DON’T HAVE THE VOTES! YOU DON’T HAVE THE VOTES!” or “HE’S NEVER GON’ BE PRESIDENT NOW! THAT’S ONE LESS THINK TO WORRY ABOUT” with Grantaire doing the second voice.

Musichetta LOVES dancing while listening “Carnival del Barrio”, and, well, Joly and Bossuet love to watch her. Sue them. Chetta also loves to listen “Say no to This”, cause she thinks that is a really sensual song and she’s in love with Jasmine’s voice (she tried to seduce Joly and Bossuet using the same “STAY” used by Maria Reynolds in the musical, but that ended with Joly almost hyperventilating and Bossuet tripping on the rug while running towards the bed). The three of them also love to sing “Guns and Ships”: Joly usually ends up doing Washington, Musichetta sings Lafayette because she raps like hell and never miss a word, and Bossuet just shouts “LAFAYETTE!” in random moments because, really, he can’t sing for shit and he’s all of us.

Eponine, well, she’s a fan, she lives with Grantaire and they’re always listening the tracks. She loves it but as usual she doesn’t show it while in public. She has this ritual now, when she sees Marius she usually listen to “Satisfied” and she cries while singing some of the verses. Just to feel better in a healthier way that doesn’t include a shitload of alcohol. Angelica is obviously her favourite character but she also loves Eliza (like she loves Cosette in real life) and when she talks at the meeting with Enjolras and the others, she thinks of Eliza and her works and she starts a project to help the orphans and the children in difficult situations. She hopes to find her family one day, so that she can save Gavroche and Azelma and give them a better opportunity in the future. When she’s in a good mood though, she’s a mean rapper and she likes to do the Cabinet battles with Grantaire.

Bahorel is also a fan, but not in a “screaming fan-girl” way. He listen the tracks while boxing, he loves “My Shot” cause he likes to keep his spirit high while doing gym, so he’s always singing it. He also loves Hercules Mulligan and he likes to rap his parts in a very manly way. And maybe he usually listen only the happy tracks because the first time he listened to the whole track he ended up in his bed sobbing hysterically while screaming “WHAT THE FUCK WHY WOULD YOU WRITE SOMETHING SO SAD I WANT TO PUNCH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW AND THEN GO TO HUG ELIZA SHE’S SO PRECIOUS GODDAMNIT I SPEAK LIKE COURFEYRAC KILL ME NOW”

Feuilly knows the musical because of Bahorel. They live together, but Feuilly is constantly working and doing voluntary projects with Enjolras in his spare time, so he really doesn’t have lot of time. When he listen to it though, he likes Aaron Burr and his songs. He really likes to listen “Wait for it” and “The Room Where it Happens” and usually he’s humming the melodies while painting in his only free day. He’s also the one that had to do a cup of tea for Bahorel to console him after the first traumatic experience with the musical.

He doesn’t like to show his love for the musical on a daily basis, but sometimes he just step inside the Café Musain in a home-made T-shirt with the quote “IMMIGRANTS: WE GET THE JOB DONE” and that is a clear enough statement.

Grantaire is also a huge fan. He loves everything about the musical, but unlikely the other guys, he also knows a lot about the real history of the various characters. His favourite character is John Laurens, and he likes to enter at the weekly meeting at the Café screaming “I’m Grantaire in the place to be, had two pints of Sam Adams but I’m working on three!”. The only one that laughs is Courf. Obviously. The thing is though, he really knows a lot about John Laurens story, and unconsciously loves it because of his relationship with Alexander Hamilton. I mean, is easy to see that magic spark of genius in the founding father, as much as it’s easy to see it in Enjolras when he’s talking about revolution.

Speaking of Enjolras, he was the last one in the group to know about the musical. He’s not very perceptive about these kinds of things, but even someone like him can see Courfeyrac and Grantaire constantly singing in the middle of a speech quoting something that he doesn’t know. But really, almost everyone is doing it. Even Combeferre sometimes just drops a joke or a reference making everyone laugh or yell. Enjolras doesn’t really understand the reference, and is making him a little uncomfortable after a while, but Grantaire notices it so he ends up at Enjolras place after a meeting to introduce him to the magical world of Alexander Hamilton. Before pressing play he did this long and detailed speech about Alexander, trying to put Enjolras in the right mind-set, and after almost an hour he pressed the button…

It was instant love. With the first song Enjolras was silent, listening to the story of someone unfortunate doing something amazing, and he was inspired. Then with the second song he smiled sweetly, because the song reminded him about his encounter with his group of friend and his naivety when he was only a teenager trying to change the world in only one day. When “my shot” ended, he asked Grantaire to stop it for a second because he was so inspired by the song that he had to write down something for the next meeting and he asked Grantaire to do a t-shirt for him with a verse of the song on it. Then, when he was ready to continue, Grantaire just told him “believe me, you’re going to like this one, is one of my favourite”. And when Enjolras heard it, he thought about his group of friends, about their dreams, about their friendship, and he cried a little. He asked to repeat it at least 4 times before continuing, and it was a really emotional moment. Grantaire watched carefully every reaction but he never said to anyone about that magic moment. After that Enjolras loved almost all the show, and he started to discuss everything with Grantaire. That was actually the first time that they spent so much time together without arguing. And they silently decided to keep it between the two of them, at least for a while.

The greatest day was actually when during a meeting Enjolras started to quoting little pieces from the musical in a very serious way during one of his speeches. Grantaire was grinning all the time, and Ferre understood the reference after the second quote but he didn’t say anything. Courfeyrac was so freaking confused, but when Enjolras said “We’re past patiently waiting we’re passionately smashing every expectation, every action’s an act of creation! We’re laughing in the face of casualties and sorrow! For the first time, we’re thinking past tomorrow!” everyone was well aware of what was going on and they all started to sing “AND I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!” while Courf screamed “YOU BASTARD SON OF A WHORE AND A SCOTSMAN HOW LONG IS THIS GOING ON?!” and after the initial hype the meeting was quickly dismissed and everyone started a karaoke night where Ferre, Enjolras and Feuilly talked about the biography and the story of Hamilton and the other characters, while Courf and Cosette started to sing all the songs with their friends.

And when Grantaire observed Enjolras from his usual place in the corner, he saw his shining smile and his bright eyes staring right back at him, and it was the most beautiful piece of Art in the world. And maybe that was the exact moment when our favourite cynic finally started to consciously believe in something. (And maybe, just maybe, when Enjolras and Grantaire shared their first kiss after few month since that day, Grantaire grinned dreamily to Enjolras and whispered “Helpless…” and Enjolras laughed brightly and it was the sweetest moment ever).

Marius still doesn’t know what’s going on exactly, but he’s happy that everyone is happy.



true story btw.



November 24, 2002.

Last July it was an honor to receive the Junior Best Dancer title at The Dance Awards. I have worked so hard for so many years to finally have my dream come true - I was really looking forward to assisting all the amazing teachers and growing as a dancer - I was on top of the world. During the year while training I started having pain in my left hip, not a big deal, right? I’m a dancer! By October, the pain had gotten worse, to the point where I couldn’t dance. I saw many doctors and they all confirmed, I had Perthes Disease in my left hip. I was devastated, but I was determined to not make this the end of my story.

The Hogwarts Ball

James Potter was incapable of doing anything but making himself look like a fool in front of Lily Evans. Expect, sometimes, it worked out in his favor.

No one really knew whose idea it had been. There had just been a lot of talk one day about how much fun it would be to have a dance. Some of the Muggle-borns had gone on about how Muggle teenagers would have these formal dances and it had set everyone’s imagination on fire. They had begged their respective Head of Houses to host one, and the Hogwarts staff seemed to think it was a good idea because James Potter was currently attending the Hogwarts Ball.

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Title: i can’t come up with titles when it’s almost 4 am 
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Notes: some Eli/Rin sisterly bonding!!! takes place sometime around S1 i guess idk. Eli being a big sis to Rin is so important to me ok

Come to think of it, Eli hasn’t really spent any time with Rin one-on-one. The thought only occurs once an awkward silence begins to settle over them, though it’s probably awkward only for Eli. She pretends to check her phone as she sneaks glances at Rin.

Rin… is quiet, strangely enough. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and humming one of their latest songs under her breath. It’s just the two of them sitting side by side on the roof now that practice is over and everyone else went to take care of other things.

“Eli-chan, what do I do?”

The question comes too suddenly and cool, collected Eli opens and closes her mouth like a fish. “Uh?”

Oh, that sounded so smart. What kind of example is she setting for her junior, honestly?

Thankfully Rin either doesn’t catch it or doesn’t care about Eli looking like a confused fish, so she asks again. “What does Rin do, nya?”

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Nationals rivalry-Solanglo

There he was, that stupid pretentious blonde who is always my strongest competitor. Every year its me and him battling out for 1st place and this year I was confident me and Hazel would win.
The Latin American dance nationals, my sister, Hazel and I have competed the last 5 years and we always come either 1st or 2nd to him and his dance partner.
“ Nico Di Angelo and Hazel Levesque performing the Charleston! ” the announcer called. Me and Hazel exchanged looks and began walking out onto the dance floor hand in hand. There was a chair placed in the middle of the dance floor, Hazel gave my hand on last squeeze before heading over to sit on it. I took a deep breath and the music started.
The music took hold and the moves flowed through me without thought. hazel stood and we danced side by side in perfect sync. The Charleston is a fast energetic dance. The whole dance went smoothly except for that one moment when I almost dropped Hazel.
We ended and Hazel ran to me as the croud applauded, she jumped into a hug , grinning,  and kissed my cheek. I smiled back at her weakly still trying to catch my breath,

I heard our friend clapping like demented seals with a few whistles mixed in and one catcall, probably Percy. I sat down on my sat between Jason and Percy only to be thumped on the back several times by both of them in congratulations.
“ next up ” the announcer said “ is William Solace and Lou-Ellen ” there was a slight pause “ I’m sorry we don’t have a last name for Lou-Ellen . Anyway,  performing the tango ”

‘So that’s his name’ i thought as will and his partner walked, no strutted, onto the dance floor. He was wearing tight black pants and a shirt which had all but one button undone. And damn those muscles.
“ hey Nico, earth to Nico ” Percy said waving his hand in front of my face.
“ what? ” i snapped turning to glare at him
“ you spaced out completely there bro, you okay? ”
“ yeah I’m just tired now ” i lied
“ or maybe it has something to do with the practically shirtless hot blonde on the dance floor? ” Jason nudged Nico with his elbow. Nico felt his face light up crimson
“Oh so that’s your type? Hot blonde-haired blue- eyed dancers? ” Percy said sounding mock offended.
“ hot blonde haired blue eyed dancers eh? ” Jason said nudging Nico with his elbow teasingly, he was a member of a dance troop after all “ should pipes be worried ”
“ shut up Grace ” Nico said rolling his eyes
I ignored the boys sniggering and turned my eyes back to the dancers just in time to see William pull his partner in close and dip her very lowly to end the dance.

Shit, they’re good. I exchanged glances with Hazel and she shot me a worried look.
“Accidenti, bionde stupide cazzo ballerini e le loro stupidamente buone abitudini. Giuro gli dèi se ho battuto fottuto massacro bastardo ”  I swore.
“ woah there Mario ” Percy said putting a hand on Nico’s shoulder “ calm down, whats gotten into you all of a sudden? ”
“ i swear every year he’s my only real competition if he fucks this up he’s dead ”
“ wow, man i heard the dance world was brutal but murder? .. i’m glad I’m a marine biologist ”

The wait to find out the results was tense, my nerves were on edge. My friends didn’t come near me, which was a good thing i guess id have only snapped at them.

Tied 1st. Tied fucking first. I stared at the results table in disbelief. That can’t be right.
“ hey ” an unfamiliar voice said behind me. i spun and saw William stood directly behind me. Oh shit he’s even hotter up close
“ well, you’re not so bad yourself ”
“ cazzo! Did i say that out loud?! ”
“ yeah you did”
I felt my face heat up
“ I’m uh .. hi … I’m Nico,  you must be William? ”
“ just Will. I guess congratulations are in order, let your girlfriend know ”
Nico raised his eyebrow
“ i don’t have a girlfriend? ”
“ really they way you danced with that girl,  it was so natural i assumed ….. ”
“ who Hazel?! ” i couldn’t help myself. I cracked up, howling with laughter.
“ she’s my sister! ”
“ oh ” his face was tinted with pink “ but you guys look nothing alike ”
“ she’s my half sister technically but still, besides not all dance partners are couples ”
“ true true, Lou and I have been good friends for ages ”
“ wait, my friends thought she was your girlfriend ”
He made a face
“ god no, besides , Lou has a girlfriend and I’m hella homo ”
Damn it this guy is perfect, hot, kind,gay  and a dancer.
“ oh. ” i said stupidly, i wanted to slap myself in the face
“You did really well out there ” i said
“ Nico! You coming! ” hazel shouted as she and the others began leaving
“ one minute! ” he turned back to will
“ i should be going ” i said as I
started to follow Hazel
“ hey wait, do you want to hang out sometime? Maybe go get coffee? ” he said quickly. I considered this a moment then smirked
“ can i borrow your phone? ”
He raised an eyebrow questioningly but handed it over.  As quickly as i could I typed in my number and saved it into his contacts before handing it back to him.
“ see you around Will, I’ll be expecting a text! ” I shouted as I made my way back to my friends.
Just before i left i turned around to look at will to find him looking between me and his phone seemingly confused. I laughed softly and winked as the door closed.

chaoticlivi  asked:

Hmmm!! How about...uh. They attend a wedding together? (They're not actually dating yet, but they are partners so of course they both go.)

((You guys all gave AMAZING prompts and I am still working my way through them, so here’s the next!)) ((Edit:  The headcanon that Stein and Marie name their daughter Michelle (“Shelley” like Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein) comes from raining-down-hearts so thanks to her for that idea!)) ((Pairings: Stein/Marie, Soul/Maka)) The first big surprise is that Marie says she doesn’t want a wedding. Or at least, not yet, she would say, rubbing her abdomen and elevating her ankles.  “Do I look like I could walk down the aisle like this?  Besides,” she says, stilling her hand, “I want the baby to get to remember it.” The second big surprise, after Shelley turns four and starts taking apart her own tricycles, is that Azusa is a master wedding planner.

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AU where the 7 are all attending a dance academy or something and each have different styles of dance they enjoy :D My thoughts, but totally up to u :’) :

Percy and Jason are into break dancing and are foreeeevvvveeeerrr having dance-offs. Their biggest motivations are one-upping each other and impressing their respective girlfriends. Percy’s into the beanies and skater shoes, while Jason’s got the singlets and snapbacks. They try to act all cool and swag but really they’re both big softies. Their dance-offs are a force to behold.

Annabeth would totally be into acro; can you imagine her flipping across the stage, perfectly executing roundhouse kicks and backflips all with a smirk on her face? I think this is one of the places where her fatal flaw would serve her well , as her confidence would help her dominate the stage, and she wouldn’t settle for being anything less than perfect. 

I feel like Piper would do hip hop for sure; all that Aphrodite sass and her total gorgeousness and BAM! The fact that she doesn’t realise how beautiful she really is to others would only make her better; as she isn’t trying to please anyone, only herself. Plus those hair whips….dam gurl!

As crazy as it sounds, I feel like Leo would be into musical theatre, because one thing we’ve learned from the books is that Leo tries to cover his true emotions with his humour. I feel like he’d be perfect at getting that carefree, cheerful attitude and making the audience laugh along at his crazy antics.

Hazel seems like the perfect contemporary dancer; she isn’t confined to set rules and techniques, but rather she moves in the way that feels the most right to her. Kinda like her ability to make tunnels underground, she picks the emotion she wants her audience to feel and makes up her own movements to convey it.

Frank would be our resident ballerina. Of course he gets laughed at, a big, bulky thing like him, until he starts whipping out those foutes like nobodys business and has his audience seeing stars by the end of it. Then they realise that his bulk is, in fact, not fat but muscle. The rest of the 7 are there to back him up, of course, but he doesn’t need it. Anyone who can jump 3 metres and land on their toes with the grace of a gazelle and the speed of a leopard doesn’t need much backup. 

(sorry if this annoys u, didn’t mean for it to be this long :’) feel free to ignore if u so please :D ) @shannonparnell

I love Frank being a ballerina! Thanks for sharing this, it’s very cool!