still getting notes on the last one

Representation matters: my six favourite black female fictional lawyers.

  • Clair Huxtable (The Cosby Show)
  • Maxine Shaw (Living Single)
  • Joan Clayton (Girlfriends)
  • Jessica Pearson (Suits)
  • Olivia Pope (Scandal)
  • Annalise Keating (How to Get Away With Murder)
Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.

why did i spend time on this  a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)

long story in its entirety:

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Let’s hear it for the ones who are doing everything right, but still have symptoms.

The ones struggling to find the right treatment, putting up with side effects and still not getting any relief.

The ones who found something that worked… until it didn’t, and now have to start all over again.

I know it’s frustrating. But please, keep going. You’ll get there.

Beating Brush Lag in Manga Studio

Booooooooo… what is this, Photoshop?!

Lagging brushes are an occasional problem in any illustration software. Here’s a troubleshooting guide for Manga Studio if your tools are acting like molasses. (Some settings may be different on Windows or if you’re running the Clip Studio Paint branding of the software. For what it’s worth, I’m running Manga Studio 5.0.3 on Mac OS 10.7.5. Yup, I’m behind the times.) 


There are a few options to beat the lag: 

1. Quit Stuff
Bye bye, YouTube. See ya, Skype. Later, Tumblr.

Save your computer’s processor by quitting RAM-hogging apps and tasks while painting. Streaming audio/video will drastically reduce performance, but even leaving browsers open can slow things down, so best to just close it up. Guess that rules out Spotify, but then there’s always ye olde Zune. Gotta love cringing through those high school playlists while working.


2. Change Preferences
Easier than changing your mind, and quicker too.

Check under the hood of Manga Studio’s Preferences for a few speed boosts. Do the following in these sub menus:

Preferences/Tablet/Tablet Settings: Change from 1 to 6 (I believe this option is Mac only).

Preferences/Performance/Undo: Lower the Undo count. Try taking it down 10-15 notches from default. You could also turn up that long-titled setting (“Delay before recognizing new object…”) by 100 ms, but I haven’t figured out what that does exactly…

Preferences/Cursor/Display Position of Reversed Cursor: Make sure to check “No Delay”.

After changing preferences, it’s a good idea to close and reopen Manga Studio.


3. Modify Brush Tool Settings
Your brushes may take it personally, but remember you’re in charge here.

The Tool Settings window is a wealth of options for customizing brushes. Some are more processor-intensive than others. Here are a few of the best ones to modify: (Note: the look and behavior of brushes may be affected. You may want to duplicate and/or export a brush before changing its settings.)

Tool Settings/Anti-Aliasing: Turn down to “Little” or “None”

Tool Settings/Brush Tip: Reduce the number of materials on your brush.

Tool Settings/Stroke/Space: Increase spacing, but not too much. Brushes are essentially a string of material stamps. A low space setting means a smoother brush, but more work for your computer. Picture it frantically scrubbing a rubber stamp across your canvas. On that note, also make sure Continuous Spraying is not on.

Tool Settings/Watercolor Border: If your brush uses this setting, turn on the “Process After Drag” option. This renders the effect after each brush stroke and saves computing power.

Tool Settings/Correction: Turn off (or decrease) Stabilization, Post Correction, and Brush Stroke.

Tool Settings/Starting and Ending: Turn off all this stuff. Pfffft, who needs it, right?

Here’s a speed test after fiddling with some settings:

 Woooooooo! We’re getting faster! Still a bit laggy, which leads to one last tip:


4. Rework The Canvas
Might as well rework my life goals too.

Okay, disclosure: The two gifs in this post were recorded on a 4500x3000 canvas at 300dpi with a size 500 brush to emphasize lag. This third one is recorded on a 1080x720 canvas at 72dpi with a size 100 brush:

Yes! We’re cruising now! 

Canvas sizing and resolution has a big affect on brush performance. It’s a bit of a conundrum. Getting the best image quality means working at a minimum resolution of 300dpi, which can be taxing for brushes on large canvases. So what to do? Just like traditional paintings start with thumbnail sketches, digital work can start on a low-resolution canvas. Here’s the method:

Set up your canvas normally at the full target resolution. But before drawing anything on the canvas, use the handy tool under Edit/Change Image Resolution. Reduce Resolution to 72dpi. Use this smaller canvas for rough sketching, background filling, blocking in large areas of color, etc. Then increase resolution to 144dpi for building up the body of the painting, still keeping it loose. (I’d recommend switching Interpolate to Hard Outline when increasing resolution.) Finally, blow it up to full resolution and get into the nitty gritty of rendering. This is where you’ll do the crisp line work, highlights, details, etc.

The idea here is to work big to small. This will keep away brush lag by using large brushes on small canvases. As the canvas resolution increases, decrease brush size and work smaller, tightening things up in the process. NOTE: Increasing canvas resolution causes pixilation. Don’t worry about it. This can be cleaned up in the final stages of painting.


Hope this guide is helpful! If lagging persists, remember to check drivers and tablet settings as well. If all else fails, Google’s a good friend ;)

-Armin

My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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Stereotypical (8) conclusion

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it! :) xxxx

“Clint, you better be nice” you check your make-up in the mirror one last time before straightening imaginary wrinkles in your dress.

You’re not dressed overly chic, it’s a casual night after all. Just dinner at your place, something you cooked up yourself. Nothing complicated, honestly. Something that can’t really go wrong.

Still, you’re nervous. Clint has been clear about how he feels about the entire situation; he doesn’t trust Bucky.

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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Words: 2.052

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I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

Notes

Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!

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Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.

He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.

The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than once over the course of your relationship.

There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.

“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take a break and come swim with me.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.

“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”

“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”

He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn ever-so-slightly in his chair.

“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”

You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen. More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments during the evening were always nice.

Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.

Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about missing that note.

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[2 .08. 17]

Hey everyone! I hope you all are stable and happy, and if not I hope you get to where you want to be ASAP! Anyway! I was sent home earlier today because of how sick I was :( So, I decided to put in some work after a nap and some snacksss. Of course I took some breaks (a lot actually haha). Since I’m sick there’s no reason to push myself really hard and then stress about still feeling gross yanno? Gotta rest up and do only what you can. Take it by little steps and breath!

So, on the top I have my AP Psych notes from class today. I had to finish them up at home though. Then under those I have a Honors Biology outline that’s due Friday (along with another one). Finally the last two are my spreads for this week! I really love bees and I think they’re super cute. I’ve been stung by one and one of my best friends are terribly allergic, but I still think they impact our society greatly. They are a big necessity!! So we gotta save + protect them :)

I think that’s all for today. Probably going to go take a nap now haha! Talk to you all again soon! Bee safe!!(haha get it?) ;)

All Too Well | Pt. 10 [Final]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 9,575
Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of. 

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It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.

There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.

But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.

There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.

But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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anonymous asked:

What kind of drunk type you think ot5 is? 🤔🤔🤔

based on previous confirmation: 

  • jonghyun is obviously the crier. will get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for that one time he ate the last rice cake at 3:24am on a saturday night bc his soul felt empty of faith in humanity and hungry for a silver of newfound hope
  • lightweight as heck
  • if it’s in public: he’ll cling to the guy in the next table’s neck and show him pics of roo, sodam and the members while bragging about how cute they are and how lucky he’s to be able to love them
  • probably starts belting and gets the whole restaurant to sing along with him too because he’s way too endearing (note: still clinging to the guy)
  • howls at the moon
  • all of the above but drunktyping and with his eyes closed

minho

  • drinking? doesn’t know her
  • refuses to get drunk because life is a game and he won’t lose to alcohol 
  • that’s all an excuse to cover that one time he tried keeping up with jinki and saw his entire life flash before his eyes in regret
  • actually gets drunk but pretends he doesn’t
  • “it’s fine I can walk by myself” “minho youre facedown on the restroom floor”

key

  • HE GETS SO CUTE OH MY GOD
  • fluttering eyelashes and dimpled smiles and a lot of aegyo the members are *hearteyes* all over him
  • lies on the table with a rose in his mouth and tries to seduce them some time of the night probably
  • they don’t really know if he’s speaking korean or english or both honestly
  • clings to others just as much as jonghyun tbh. both get away with it
  • every song that comes on is his fucking jam
  • “key are your eyes…okay they’re facing opposite directions what the fuck”
  • twerks

onew

  • an absolute monster don’t drink with him if you value your life
  • (he knows that and prefers to drink alone and think about the mysteries of the universe)
  • downs bottle after bottle all night without speaking a word. smiling the whole time it’s somewhere between creepy and adorable
  • his lap is the best seat in the world according to jongkey
  • breaks his silence once in a while to say something ominous that will leave everyone terrified
  • they’re all concerned with how much he drinks but by the end of the night he’s actually the only one who can walk like a normal person and not with legs like noodles

taemin

  • overestimates his alcohol tolerance by 114%
  • “I swear I saw him a second ago where the hell did he go”
  • found fully naked and half alive in the bathtub 2 hours later
  • wears his everybody coat with nothing else underneath and deems himself king. everyone must obey him
  • will devour literally anything in sight
  • at first he’s all touched out and dreamy but as the night progresses he looks like he’s angry/sad/in pain/disgusted all that once
  • morning after regret when he opens the dance squad group chat and finds 600 new memes of himself
  • thinks he’s killing it on the dancefloor but he’s just there sitting and flapping his arms about
  • you could tie him down on a chair and he’d still disappear one way or the other just to show up at the other side of the city
Letters For You

Pairing: Popular!Y/N/!Nerd!Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Michael’s seat in French class is situated right by the door giving him the chance to see the popular girl Y/N sitting in the other classroom across from the hall. He is shy and doesn’t know how to express his words so he does by secretly putting love notes into her locker.

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Jughead x Reader: A Nightmare Approaches

Request:

Hi can you please write something with Jughead about that it’s your first time sleeping together (not sex just sleeping) and you get a nightmare? But you get all embarrassed and don’t want to talk about it but then he comforts you. thank you xx

 A/N: I loved writing about this, I like the idea of just cuddling since I still see Jughead as asexual (Can cuddle with you), but hey everyone has their opinions on this subject, but no he is not asexual in this. I’ll take this time to say I do not write smut sorry. Hopefully you guys enjoy this one since I got like over 100 notes on my last Jughead imagine which I didn’t think it was going to get that much, but thank you guys for liking and reblogging it really means a lot to me.

Words: 1040

Summary: Reader parents are away and she invites Jughead over.

Spoilers: I had inspiration for the nightmare form American Horror Story: Coven.

Warnings: Jughead hates Netflix

“(Y/N)!” you’re parents called out as you rushed to see them in the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom and dad?” You asked them.

“Your dad and I have to take a trip on the weekend and we can’t take you, you’re going to be alone, no monkey business” You mother proclaimed.

“Promise” You motioned your right hand against your heart.

It was now Friday morning as you were getting ready for school, that your parents called out for you and you ran downstairs

“(Y/N), remember to lock all the doors and windows” your dad claimed.

“I will, dad promise” as you reached in for a hug.

“We left you some cash in the drawer and deposited some in your bank account” your mom comforted you as she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Geez, mom are you leaving for a weekend trip or are you gonna start a new life and leave me stranded alone in the horror of a small town that is Riverdale?” you mocked your mother.

“Stay safe baby” your parents chimed in at the same time as they exited the front door and you went up to your room to finish up before you grabbed your backpack and locked the door of course and rushed to school.

As you entered Riverdale High, you searched for your friends in the crowded hallway and made your way to them.

“What took you so long?” Betty announced.

“Parents went on a weekend “business” trip” you told them while motioning your fingers as quotes “they gave me the stay safe, killer on the loose, no parties speech” you added on.

“Damn, I was about to ask you throw one” Kevin chuckled knowing you, you would never dare to throw a party unless your parents approved.

“They would never find out (Y/N), let’s do it!” Ronnie praised.

“Oh you are so new to Riverdale” Kevin addressed putting his hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re that much of a goodie-good girl” Veronica questioned you.

“She’s a saint” Archie blurted.

“More than Betty?” Veronica continued as Betty smiled.

“No” Jughead spoke up with a smirk on his face making everyone go into a fit of laughter.

“God, I didn’t mean it like that” Jughead retorted as you blushed and he reached to grab your hand.

“I’d like to think Betty and I take risks when the risk taking needs to happen” you admitted to your friends with a smile.

“Take the risk (Y/N)” Kevin and Ronnie spoke in sync.

“Not worth it” you apologized “I can barely stand these losers at school, why would I invite them to my home” you continued as Archie, Kevin and Veronica sighed.

“How about tomorrow you guys just come chill at my house, a little friend get-together, my parents wouldn’t mind my friends” you commented.

“A loophole, you daredevil” Kevin complimented as you gave them a devilish smirk and they all nodded.

The school bell rang and your friends went their ways to get to class.

“Hey Jug” you cooed as he turned to see you as you guys made your way to your classes “How about you come over after school and we could watch a movie” you confessed.

“A home date, deal” he answered and kissed your cheek as he let your hand go and you both parted ways to your classes.

As school ended, you made your way to Jughead leaning against your locker.

“Hey, you ready?” You spoke as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and grabbed you by the hand.

“How about I go grab a movie and you order the food and we meet at your house, please no Netflix” Jughead declared as you both walked out of school and you chuckled at his comment.

“Fine, Netflix hater, Pops burgers or pizza?” you replied at your boyfriend Jughead.

“Both” Jughead chuckled and you laughed.

“Okay, I’ll order you both, but grab like three movie choices” you declared as you parted ways.

You picked up the burgers and shakes from Pops and walked home to wait for the pizza delivery.

A few minutes later the pizza arrived and so you started getting the living room ready for your movie date with Jughead.

“Coming in!” Jughead clarified while opening the door to your house making his way to the living room.

“I brought (Y/F/M), (Jughead’s favorite movie) (Both yours & Jughead’s favorite movie)” Jughead acknowledged and you smiled at him.

“See these amazing films are not on Netflix” Jughead retorted and you giggled at his comment.

“Oh Juggie, Netflix doesn’t care about your modernizing problems, they’re subscribers beat you” you sassed him as you picked the first movie.

You guys enjoyed the delicious food and movies, you didn’t even realize you both knocked out cuddling on the couch. Although you started shifting too much and sweat started creeping your forehead. Jughead woke up from your squirming and began to worry he shook you so you could wake up. You opened your eyes and were breathing very heavily.

“(Y/N) are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” Jughead questioned you worriedly.

“Oh no, I’m fine Juggie” You blurted out embarrassed about telling him about your nightmare.

“Oh c’mon (Y/N/N), you were squirming and sweating, I swear I won’t laugh, I’m here for you babe” Jughead confirmed smiling at you and giving you a kiss on your hand.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh” You confessed while blushing, telling him your nightmare, where Jughead kept breaking up with you and that same clip played over and over and wouldn’t stop.

Jughead gave you a smile and kissed you on the lips and you kissed back.

“I’m not letting you go, especially not in mine or your dreams” Jughead reassured you “Also I shouldn’t have let you eat that much” Jughead added with a small chuckle.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, that way you’d have more” you added on and you both started laughing.  

It was late and you didn’t want Jughead out there, with a killer on the loose, so you made a fort in your living room and fell asleep, cuddling each other to sleep and you questioned why you both never did this before since you felt safer in his arms.

Tag: @sgarrett49 

I don’t want that (I want you instead)

*click thru to read on ao3

written by: Lexi | @goldenheadfreckledheart

prompt: ‘Music Festival AU!! With either them all going together and camping together (overdue sexual tension ensues) or Clarke and Raven meet Octavia and her competitive older brother Bellamy!’ for anonymous

word count: 5776

A week ago, Clarke had barely heard of Bellamy Blake.

He’s half of some indie rock duo that Raven had shown a passing interest in sometime last year, and Clarke’s half sure she’s heard the one song of theirs that got popular enough to be on a few alt rock stations. All of which is to say that she didn’t think she’d ever be in the same vicinity as him, much less… attached to him.

And not in the emotional sense.

OR: Clarke and Bellamy are musicians who get handcuffed together at a music festival. A Tonight You’re Mine AU.


A week ago, Clarke had barely heard of Bellamy Blake.

He’s half of some indie rock duo that Raven had shown a passing interest in sometime last year, and Clarke’s half sure she’s heard the one song of theirs that got popular enough to be on a few alt rock stations. All of which is to say that she didn’t think she’d ever be in the same vicinity as him, much less… attached to him.

And not in the emotional sense.

“What the fuck,” she says, looking down at their hands, where a pair of silver handcuffs glints almost smugly in the beating sun; one cuff attached to her wrist, the other to Bellamy Blake’s. She’s still trying to figure out exactly how she got into this situation, because she’s pretty sure a security guard, an attempted lesson in getting along, and a lost key were involved, but that feels so cliché that she’s questioning her own coherence. Maybe this is what heatstroke feels like.

“I think you’ve said that already, princess,” her companion says, dry. Too realistic to be a hallucination. Shit.

He’s not wrong about the repetitiveness of her swearing, but a fair few of her expletives in the last half hour have transcended the basic handcuffed-to-another-person situation, springing more from who she’s handcuffed to. Because the only thing worse than being handcuffed to a stranger at a music festival is being handcuffed to an arrogant, small-time musician who thinks he’s the next big thing. Nevermind that she’s a small-time musician herself.

One day her life isn’t going to resemble a bad TV show. One day.

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Space Dad Surprise Party [Shiro x Reader]

A/N: HAPPY (non leap year) BIRTHDAY SHIRO!

Thank you @memento-scribet for the idea <3

You find out that Shiro’s birthday is on a leap day but ‘won’t’ have one this year. You decide to change that and give him the best non-birthday yet. (Modern AU)

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You’re jaw dropped staring at Lance and Keith.

“What do you mean he doesn’t have a ‘real’ birthday this year?” disbelief in both your voice and plastered on your features.

“You’re his girlfriend, shouldn’t you know this?” Lance pointed an accusing finger at you. “Yeah but he never said it was a leap year, he always just told me it was the 28th” you confessed, falling back in your chair.

“He’s not really find of his birth date so he always tells everyone the 28th not the 29th.” Keith cleared up for you. Still feeling slight betrayal.

“Is this why he never wants parties or anything?” Lance asked as Keith nodded.

“Oh he’s getting a party this year, and he’s gonna like it” pulling out your phone and finding a few necessary numbers.

“Who’re you calling?” Lance peeked at the screen of your phone. “The others , it might be short notice but I’m throwing Shiro a surprise party” a mischievous smirk on your lips.

“I’m pretty sure he hates surprises. He likes to have everything in control remember?” Keith reminded you, but you didn’t care. It will be some payback for lying about the date. Surprises always made him a flustered mess and you were looking forward to that now.

Luckily you were able to pull everything together in a matter of two to three days. The plan was you’d get him out of your apartment, just taking him out to lunch and keeping him busy. While Lance, Keith, and Pidge decorated the apartment, Allura got the cake, and Coran & Hunk planned out dinner. It was flawless. Everything was set and all that needed to be done was the execution.


The morning of February 28th you woke up like any other morning. Shiro had his arms around you and pulled into his chest protectively. Letting out a sigh as the sun rays began to make you stir.

Your eyes fluttered open, after adjusting to the new light filtering in.

Looking up at whose arms you were wrapped in, smiling when seeing his peaceful expression. Though you noticed his eyebrows furrowing as the light met his face now.

Glancing at the alarm clock on your night stand. 10:34 it read, you had to have him out by noon. Meaning you had to elicit consciousness from him.

Running a hand through his messy morning hair. Gently playing with the ends of the white strands. Seeing a smile pull at the corners of his lips. “Good morning” his voice was deep and thick with sleep.

“Morning birthday boy” nuzzling into his chest. His arms tightened around you. Giggling you placed kiss on his chest, trailing up until you reached his jaw. “Okay I’m up” he met his dark grey eyes to you [e/c] ones.

“Good” smiling you kissed him. Before pulling away and slipping out of the bed. He groaned, “Come back” watching you slip on a pair of sweat pants under the shirt, which was his, you were wearing.

Walking over to stand by his side of the bed, “I’ve got a whole day planned, so get up, get dressed, and maybe we can do this later.” pecking his lips before retreating out of the room, hearing him chuckle behind you.


You took him out to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and everywhere you could think of to distract him. It was around five o’clock when you got a text from Lance. You were at the museum checking out the new constellation exhibit.

Of course it suited Shiro perfectly. So he was a bit torn when you said “Let’s go home”

But he went anyways. The walk back consisted of the both of you talking and joking around. He was curious however because of your constant checking the phone. Though he didn’t question it just carried on the conversation.

Reaching your apartment building, you both boarded the elevator a huge grin plastered on your face.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he rose a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“Nothin” You stated, rather unconvincingly. “Oh because that was convincing” he teased, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“You ask too many questions, come on” Tugging at his hand as the elevator opened.

Sliding your key in the lock and shoving the door open. The lights were still off and you walked in cautiously, to make sure not to trip over any balloons or anything.

As soon as he stepped through the door the lights flicked on and everyone in the room jumped out yelling “SURPRISE”

He about jumped out of his skin, letting out a yelp, becoming flustered and embarrassed. Just the revenge you wanted.

“Oh god guys” He laughed looking around at his friends. “Who?”

They all diverted turned attention to you. Smiling sheepishly up at him, “So that’s why you had so much planned” pulling you against him.

“What can I say? I’m good at day planning. And I’m good at getting my revenge, thanks for the little yelp back there” A mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Revenge? For what?” He chuckled, punching his shoulder “Not telling me your real birthday you goof”

“But it doesn’t matter now, lets have some eat dinner, have some cake, open gifts. It’s your kinda birthday after all.” Pulling him into the living room with the rest of your friends.

After eating and very horribly singing happy birthday, that last thing to do was gifts. Some gifts were thoughtful, others were gag gifts. But nothing was funnier than Lance’s. Giving Shiro an envelope and small box. “The box is for you guys to share” simply stating, neither of you expecting it to be a box of condoms with a note with a winky face on it.

You died laughing as Shiro just turned bright red and thanked Lance with a stutter. Meanwhile you were still laughing, it proving contagious and the whole room joined you.

Shiro had to admit it was a pretty nice non-birthday. But it wasn’t over yet. Deciding to get one last blush out of him when it was just the two of you.

Sneaking away from where he was doing dishes in the kitchen. Grabbing Lance’s gift from the living room coffee table.

“Hey babe” calling as you walked back into the kitchen. Coming to his right side and running a hand down his metal prosthetic. “What do you say we cash in Lance’s gift tonight?” twiddling the box between your fingers

It was too damn easy to get him flustered, “Would you quit that” he laughed before going to snag the box from your hand. Quickly pulling it back you teased, “If you want ‘em you gotta catch me” before running out of the room.

He chased after you yelling your name. Trapping you in the living room. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you with him. Though you were expecting to be pulled back to the kitchen. However he made an unexpected turn toward the bedroom.

When he saw your expression change, he smirked “You still have to give me a present”

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Bonus:

The next morning Shiro woke up, only to find you missing from his arms.

Sitting up he looked around the room to see the floor cleaned of the scattered clothes from the previous night’s activities. Slipping out of the bed he found you cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “What’s this?”

“A birthday breakfast” you chuckled, causing a confused expression to grace his features. “But my birthday is over”

“Technically you don’t have a birthday this year. Sooo, since we’re not sure if the day before or after the 29th would count as a birthday, I decided to make both special” turning in his arms.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he smiled at you lovingly “You know I love you, right?”

“I do know that birthday boy part 2. And I love you too” pecking his lips.

“Best birthdays ever” he mumbled against your lips. Before connecting them for another time.

MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.2

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: none in this part
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon

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━ 12:03pm
It must be because I’m very tired
But ur still hilarious
Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

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