2016-2017 season is my first as a fan of figure skating, and i can’t explain how happy and grateful i was to be a part of this family. it’s been a VERY WILD EXPERIENCE for me. here, i’d experienced too much nervousness, too much sadness, too much happiness, and too much excitement. but i absolutely do not regret anything. thank you for this experience! thank you to all the skaters who gave me so much determination and inspiration! until next season! and more and more seasons Arigato gozaimashita !!!
lsdkfjlskdfjei so in my (albeit limited) research, it seems “Queerbec” has historically been a term used by others (*cough* assholes) in Canada outside of Quebec as a derogatory reference to Quebec, but WHAT IF this is just another one of those “ridiculous low key ways in which Jack comes out” things?
Like if there was a line of souvenir shirts being sold in Montreal that said “Queerbec” and came in a variety of pride colors? So Jack’s just spotted walkin around with Bitty like:
Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries.
After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all.
You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin.
Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake.
Word count: ~2.3k
Written by: Admin Jifairy
A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!
Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours.
You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.
snowbaz soulmates au where the ink you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin and vice versa
Okay, I really let my imagination run away with my words here. :D I really love this trope. But what if we took this a step further? What if, instead of soul mates, this was actually a spell that could be used to communicate with someone from far away?
Sometime around seventh year, this spell is taught in Magickal Words. And you get forced with a partner to learn it. Baz and Simon get partnered up, of course. And Simon botches the spell and makes it relatively permanent.
At first, neither of them really do anything about it. Simon might occasionally draw a stupid face or something on his arm just to piss off Baz. But Baz makes certain to no longer make notes to himself on his skin. It’s like this for almost a month. Until Simon goes on a mission for the Mage, and he receives dozens of cuts all over his arm and a few across his chest. It isn’t until he’s checking his cuts on his way back that he notices something written on his wrist.
Snow. Are you hurt?
Simon is really confused by this at first. Because why on earth would Baz be writing to him when he never has before? He immediately searches for a pen.
I’m fine, he writes back. Why? His handwriting is atrocious compared to Baz’s.
Suddenly, all these small arrows start appearing on Simon’s skin, each one pointing to his cuts. He looks under his shirt at his chest; there are some there, too.
I’m covered in scars, appears underneath his writing.
Fuck. It suddenly makes sense. He must have really fucked up the spell, and now Baz is getting all these marks on his skin where Simon’s cuts are.
I was cut, Simon writes. Do they hurt you?
Not much, Baz writes back. Be careful next time.
Simon doesn’t write back. He doesn’t know what to say. They don’t speak about it at all when he gets back. Nothing happens again until a few weeks later, over Christmas break.
Simon is sitting on his bed at Watford, trying to enjoy the quiet, when a large scar appears along the side of his neck and over his collarbone. He doesn’t notice it immediately, but begins to feel a burning sensation there. It isn’t until he goes into the bathroom to shower that he sees it. It terrifies him to see such a scar that large. He immediately runs out of the bathroom and grabs a pen.
Baz, what happened?
Dueling. The reply is almost instant.
Did you lose?
This almost makes Simon shiver. Baz so easily admitting defeat. In the form of one beautifully written word on his skin.
Simon walks back to the bathroom and stares at the scar in the mirror. It still burns. Burns like magick. Baz must have been hit pretty hard to have a scar left like this. He traces it up and down, wondering what it must look like against Baz’s grey skin.
Does it hurt? Came another set of words on the back of his hand.
It burns, Simon writes. Are you in pain?
I can handle it, forms along his right hand. Simon snorts at this. Of course Baz would be ambidextrous. Simon searches along his arm for a place to write but it’s all full of words. He then looks down at his legs. He’s wearing boxers, so he can write there. He’s not sure if Baz will see it immediately, but he decides to write there anyway.
I’m not left-handed, Baz, he writes. And then because of the extra space on his leg, he adds, I can’t write on my right arm.
So you decide to write on your leg instead? Idiotic, Snow. The reply appears on Simon’s leg, right under his own words. And it was almost instant again. Simon tries not to wonder if Baz is actually wearing pants at this moment.
You wrote on your own leg too, Simon writes.
To prove a point that it’s idiotic.
How is it idiotic if you’re doing it too?
There isn’t an instant reply this time, and Simon realizes they’ve written all the way from his knee cap to the top of his thigh. Something they could only do if they’re both not wearing pants. Simon really tries not to think about it.
(I don’t know what this was, I’m sorry. But maybe I’ll turn it into a real fic one day :D)
This might be alittle strange, but I adore hearing about the meanings behind people's tattoos, so, if it's not uncomfortable for you to talk about, could you talk about each of your really awesome tattoos and their meanings?
It’s not strange at all! I love talking about them :)
The Swallow: okay so that was my first tattoo ever, and it was my present for graduating high school. took 4 hours but it was so worth it. I hadn’t thought about what I wanted but I knew that I wanted something meaningful that represented overcoming something difficult (self-harm in my case) and, while digging, I found swallows:
It seemed only fitting that I get it for that specific reason, and it will forever be the most meaningful to me. It’s also the beginning of a sleeve but that’s besides the point lmao
The feather: Basically my boyfriend at the time stopped talking to me because I chose not to go to college right after high school, but he said we were still dating and literally, on the day he started ignoring me, my mom randomly told me to get in the car and it was her way of trying to cheer me up. While it hurt knowing that it happened all because of one trivial thing, I was essentially freed. I just didn’t recognize it at the time. That represents the freedom I gained.
The smol voodoo doll. TBH there isn’t really a meaning to that one. It was Friday 13th and my tattoo parlor was doing this thing where any tattoo they designed for that day was $40 lmao. It was the cutest one out of all of them though :D
The quote. It’s no secret that I love vampires, and they are a huge part of who I am, so that quote came from a film. Dracula, specifically. The second I heard it I KNEW I had to get it. Like the swallow, it’s the start of another sleeve…A vampire sleeve fuck yes
The mustache. It covers up scars as well, actually. So basically in December of 2015 I suffered the worst anxiety attack I’ve ever had. I’ve been watching Mark since 400K and his channel had always like, helped me when I needed it..But I kind of fell out of watching him for a bit. Mainly bc of school and stuff. I went to his channel that night as I was crying and shaking too see if I could calm down…And I did. Within minutes. He was the only thing that helped me get to the point where I didnt feel like I was suffocating, which led me to start posting in the tag and ultimately led to me knowing you guys! It’s a reminder of how much he helped me, and it also helps remind me that I have people who care. I cried when I got it done :)
MY SEPTICEYE! Literally the same as my Mark one, just without the scar cover-up. My friend @selhukka drew it for me so I always think of her when I see it
Hey Damiiz! I have seen your artwork and its really awesome!! Your style is very cute and great as well as how you portray Chara and Frisk. I ship Charisk and let me tell you that you make a great and excellent artwork of those two! I really enjoy looking at your blog since you do funny stuff and sweet stuff as well. I decided to write this little story based on your UT! Frisk, UT! Chara and US! Frisk and US! Chara (since they are pretty cute). I hope you like it!
Watching and reading your work fills me with DETERMINATION!
Stay DETERMINATED as well!
To avoid confusion on the story:
Normal letters: Undertale Frisk and Undertale Chara