the camera went off by itself i am not a model

Acatalepsy | oneshot

Originally posted by kaibility

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Scenario: Soulmate AU
Pairing: Kai/Reader
Word Count: 10131
Rating: T (warning for angst. i’m not kidding, this is 10k words of pure heartbreak)

Summary:  In a world where soulmates are banned and their soulmarks genetically destroyed, one shows up on your wrist on your thirteenth birthday. 

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Fairytale Wedding

My sister and I… were very different people.

I had what I call ‘giraffe proportions’, gangly, tall. Amy was average height with the whole hourglass figure. I was a social recluse, she was a social butterfly. I’m an asexual lesbian and she told me quite often during our teen years that I was a freak and could never be loved.

Then three years ago she calls me out of the blue to invite me to her wedding.

I’d moved across the country, had a decent living working as a freelance photographer and had just begun to shake off my insecurities when I got the phone call. She’d had been dating her highschool sweetheart on and off again since graduation and he finally got the balls to pop the question. After apologizing for our relationship going dead since I went to California, she offered to fly me back home and even to cover the cost of the hotel room.

I chose to bury the hatchet and asked for the dates.

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anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore your TodoMomo fics! ;_; Thank you so much for writing them! If there's a jealous Izuku, how about a fic starring a jealous Todoroki next? ><

Note: Thanks! To celebrate the blog reaching 800+ followers, I made this one longer than usual. Comedic and light hearted; Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go to a photoshoot

It’s been 3 hours. The gel was trickling down her neck. His too, actually. The heat of the salon lights bounced off the sweat protruding from every pore of his face and he decided then that this could be a form of torture. He would never agree to it again; but the way her eyes begged and pleaded sucked the soul out of him. Ugh. He just couldn’t refuse.

Todoroki turned his head to face his partner in crime as requested by his so-called “experienced” stylist.

“Thanks for helping out,” Yaoyorozu said. She was sitting across from him with another crew of stylists and advisors around her, and she closed her eyes as another mist of holding spray was applied on her silky, black locks.

“When they asked me to bring a guy to do the ad with me, the first person I thought of was you.”

Todoroki winced as his stylist accidentally poked him too hard with the comb for the tenth time that hour. He was starting to think this stylist had something against him.

“No problem,” he answered, trying to hide his discomfort and he heard a hearty laugh from afar, “Kaminari, I can hear you.”

The blond spectator held his palm against his mouth, and Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“Let me enlighten you,” Yaoyorozu rose a finger in the air like she was a tenured professor. This was her element.

“Heroes have to appeal to the public by any means necessary. So although Todoroki and I may look silly right now, this is just part of our growth as young heroes.” She saw Kaminari’s stoic expression and continued, “I learnt this during my internship with Ms.Uwabami.”

Kaminari quickly nodded to placate the girl. Never underestimate Yaoyorozu’s power to educate.

“Sorry, you look great Yaomomo. I was just laughing at Todoroki.”

Jirou, lying low, angled and positioned her phone in front of her face. With a final decision to move one inch to her left, she steadied her hand.

“Smile! Wait, Todoroki can you smile a little wider. No, smile like you mean it. Okay, that’s perfect!” Jirou’s phone flashed and she went on, “As per Ashido’s orders, I am to take as many pictures of the backstage process as possible. She’s probably crying right now in her supplementary class.”

Yaoyorozu gave a winsome smile, one that Todoroki was sure would have earned her an academy award if she were an actress, and gazed upon her own reflection to examine her appearance. She seemed impressed. Within a brief moment, the stylists told them to get into the dingy little studio with cameras and flimsy backdrops set up by anything but their own accord.

“Okay we’ll be watching from here!” Kaminari called out, moving over to the side,“and uhh, Jirou’s gonna be our own little ‘camerawoman’.” He scratched imaginary apostrophes above him for emphasis.

Todoroki was actually, for once, doubting himself.

“We’re gonna start with Ms.Yaoyorozu’s solo shots,” the camera man said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Mr.Todoroki please observe from the side.”

Todoroki complied and crossed his arms, moving himself over to Kaminari’s right. He felt like one of the audience in a show and found himself astonished at Yaoyorozu’s professional demeanor. True, she was in her element when she was teaching and fighting crime, but Todoroki had to confess, modelling might also be her calling.

Yaoyorozu sat gracefully with her legs extended in front of her on sand that was too yellow to be real, beside a beach ball. She was wearing a black bikini, no patterns, just a bunch of straps that was supposed to ‘hide’ her creamy skin. To add onto the sultriness of the photo, the staff sprayed some water on her chest and limbs to portray a ‘hey look I just came out of the water’ type of image. Her hair was down and she was holding a bottle of shampoo, levelled with her face; with every move of the camera, her slightly poised head would follow with a radiant smile brighter than the flash itself.

“Excellent,” the cameraman muttered with every click of his skillful finger. “Ms.Yaoyorozu let’s do one where you’re laying down on your stomach, looking into the camera.”

Jirou froze, “Hey isn’t that a little too…” And she blushed. Her new position made Todoroki’s blood boil in places it shouldn’t be. Were they advertising the shampoo or Yaoyorozu?

“Great!” The cameraman cried after a few shots, not willing to waste another second, “Okay now Mr.Todoroki could you please come and join her?”

Todoroki glued his fingers together like a glove and slid them down. Wait, where the hell were the pockets. He sighed. He totally forgot he was wearing these thin, red swim shorts with an airy shirt that looked like it came out of a gaudy 1980’s closet.

“Hey, shouldn’t Todoroki be shirtless? I mean, they’re supposed to be at a beach right,” Kaminari suggested, eyes looking heavenward as if he was thinking. God, Kaminari do you ever not cause me trouble, Todoroki thought. The cameraman looked hesitant.

“Well, Mr.Todoroki isn’t really supposed to be the focus of the shot-“

“Trust me, he has great abs,” Kaminari interjected, looking unnecessarily proud and patted his friend’s shoulder. Todoroki turned over and took a deep breath without saying a word. Someone control this idiot or he will take a blow to the stomach, slung over my knee in Satan’s presence.

The cameraman was convinced right away, “Mr.Todoroki, hurry, take off your shirt and both of you…” He placed a finger on his chin in thought, “lean against each other, back to back, and tilt your heads down.”

Todoroki looked visibly annoyed and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it carelessly somewhere beside him, he noticed at the side of his scope of vision that two female staff were ogling at him. He took them in stride and was quick to sit beside Yaoyorozu, who was waiting for him patiently.

The two did as they were told, albeit unfamiliar with the immense skin-to-skin contact.

“Sorry, we’re sorta touching,” Yaoyorozu said, peeking through her eyelashes. Her eyes were downcast upon her fingers below, giving the boy next to him a clear view of her chest and Todoroki whipped his head around to evade that image from branding into his mind.

“You chose me to help with this because you’re comfortable with me right?” Todoroki commented and pressed his back harder on hers. He saw the lens of the camera zoom and rushed to add, “Don’t worry, the shot will turn out great.”


The next week was a total nightmare for some, but heaven for others. Especially Mineta.

“Oh my gosh,” Ashido squealed, flailing about, “You two are on fire! Look at the bulletin board at the lobby!” She landed her hands on Yaoyorozu’s desk, staring at the other girl, and continued, “Well I should say, there’s only one picture of both of you there, and the others were mainly just you, but still!”

The acid heroine’s excitement was superfluous and on the side, Mineta was engrossed with the screen of his phone, looking like he was having a field day. Jirou peered over his lumpy purple head and saw what appeared to be snapshots of Yaoyorozu’s ad as the wallpaper on his phone. She gagged.

On the other side of the school, Todoroki and a few others observed as hormone-filled, puberty-ridden guys surrounded the bulletin board with mouths drooling. The fire and ice hero was undoubtedly fending off fangirls of his own that morning, but Yaoyorozu’s solo advertisements were magnetizing crowds beyond his scope of understanding. Why UA decided to have these on full display was questionable.

“Midoriya, let’s eat lunch here today,” Todoroki uttered. The melon bread was slowly being punctured out of its misery in his grasp.

“Why? I thought we were just passing by to check out your shots, well more like Yaoyorozu’s shots.”

“I don’t know, I just think this would be a good spot.”

Resembling a human coagulation of darkness, Tokoyami shook his head, “Todoroki, there’s a whole assembly of people here. How is this a good spot.”

Todoroki didn’t take his question into account, and promptly sat down across from the bulletin board, chewing his food slowly. Kirishima shrugged and followed suit.

“Does it have something to do with Yaomomo’s posters?” Kaminari asked, lowering himself beside the Red Riot hero and followed Todoroki’s seemingly point blank gaze. Todoroki gritted his teeth whenever someone took their phones out to record their own Yaoyorozu memorabilia and gulped down the last bit of his bread.

“Wow, you ate so fast,” Kirishima noted as he scooped a pile of rice into his mouth and Todoroki mumbled an incoherent response. One particularly suspicious-looking boy started to pluck out the pins out of one of the posters in succession. His eyes reflected an accumulation of inconceivable lust and Todoroki jetted off his spot as if to lunge at him. His friends’ mouths were wide open, except for Tokoyami who acted like he predicted this, when the normally rational Todoroki pressed his hand hard against the dangling poster.

“You’re not allowed to take this,” his voice was serious but didn’t stop the boy from pulling.

“But there are so many anyways,” the boy commented casually, “Who’s to know? Plus this one is my favourite, look at how great her –”

Todoroki further deepened his voice and lifted his head,“ The posters are here for…educational purposes only.” He knew that was a long shot, but went on, “It’s called stealing. If you don’t put those pins back, I will physically make you.”

“Okay, why don’t you try?”

The crowd began to bustle, but no one had the nerves to step between them.

Kaminari exhaled and went to the commotion, “Hey, if you don’t put it back. I’ll let Aizawa sensei know and he’ll deal with you.” The boy swallowed hard at that. This first-year probably had his ass kicked by Aizawa once, by the looks of it.

“Uh…fine!” The little thief stuttered, “But…But—“

“Just get lost,” Todoroki spewed, eyes glaring indiscriminately, and the crowd began to disband.

Kaminari scoffed, “I just saved that kid from having frostbitten toes, didn’t I. Gotta give it to him though, what a brave soul to dare talk to you like this.”

The boy’s previously anger-plagued eyes softened, “Thanks, I don’t know what came over me. Just a sense of justice, probably.”

“Sure, justice,” Kirishima slogged over, a piece of rice stuck on the edge of his chin, “I feel like it’s more of another word that starts with a ‘j’…mmm…what could it be?”

“Jealousy?” Kaminari teased and they both chuckled. 

“Oh man, he’s not even denying it!” 

“Should we go now, or does Todoroki here wanna continue playing tower defense?” Tokoyami joined.

“Good one,” Kirishima high-fived the birdman as the latter did a lopsided grin. These guys were deadly when they’re together. Midoriya stifled a laugh too, but did not chime in, watching as Todoroki turned his back to them without even a hint of protest.


“That…that happened?!” Yaoyorozu covered her face in embarrassment when Kirishima and Kaminari re-enacted the whole scene for her.

“Yeah and he was all like ‘oh my god I’ll kick you until you cried for your mommy’ and he looked so pissed, he had steam coming out of his ears!” Kirishima mocked and began to laugh hysterically.

Kaminari held his stomach in pain, “and I swear he was –“

A sudden chill creeped down both of their spines.

“Are you guys done?” Todoroki came out of the blue and glowered. Kaminari looked taken aback and pulled Kirishima to run for their lives, leaving the two alone to drown in discomfort amongst the quiet line of lockers.

Yaoyorozu fiddled with a piece of her bangs, “Thanks for doing the photo shoot the other day. If you’d like we could do another one? I was asked to do a car commercial.”

Todoroki still had an unreadable expression and she frowned, “or not…?”

He thought for a moment and considered her proposal, “Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” She nodded happily. Her hands fished inside her backpack, and pulled out something small enough to fit in her palm.

“Before I forget,” she held out her hand, “give me your wallet.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow but did as told. Yaoyorozu swiftly opened his bifold and slipped in the thing in hand. Curiously, he checked the inside when she returned it. At the front transparent pocket, was a photo of them, clad in skimpy swim wear and looking ecstatic.

“The studio gave us each a smaller version to keep,” she commented with a triumphant smile, “I hope you won’t lose it.”

“Mm, I’ll take good care of it,” he responded, “What Kaminari and Kirishima said, could you forget about it?” The last part was added to ease his conscience.

“Yeah of…of course! You did it out of the goodness of your heart! Those two were just joking!” She flopped her hand in the air to appeal for his approval and he relaxed. Watching as he stretched the muscles of his neck, she draped her bag over her shoulders.

“I have to go now,” she waved her hands, “see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, it’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you back to the dorm, Yaoyorozu.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected offer and followed his footsteps, walking in tandem.

It could be just her overactive imagination, but she had to admit, they did look amazing together.

| Protected | Yixing X Reader AU Series | Chapter 2 |

Assassin!Yixing X Bodyguard!Reader

Genre: Action, angst, mystery

Warnings: Blood, violence, language, guns

Word Count: 4,514

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3




Before you could open your eyes, the repetitive sound of a hospital monitor reverberated in your head, the monotonous drone of it quickly unsettling you.

Why am I-

The soft, yet unpleasant sound of metal screeching against metal caused you to force your eyelids open, presenting you with the blurry image of a male nurse making his way through the doorway with a small metal cart.

Your head jerked up, wincing at the bright intensity of the overhead lights as you examined the cramped hospital room you found yourself in.

“How are you feeling, miss?” The nurse’s words rang in your head, causing it to throb.

“I’m- I’m-” You struggled to get a single word out of your system as your throat contracted dryly.

The nurse pulled up alongside the hospital bed and began to fumble with the medical instruments that lay sprawled out on his cart. “It’s alright, your senses will come back to you slowly. The IV you have right now should help with the pain.”

An IV?

Glancing down, a thin tube that protruded from your forearm confirmed the nurse’s statement.

“What- how-… Why am I here?” You brought your other hand to your hair, scratching your head in confusion.

Turning your head back to face the nurse, your heart lept into your throat. Upon reexamination, the staff-member didn’t seem much like a typical staff-member at all.. As your vision began to focus itself, the nurse’s hulking biceps and rippling muscles told your nerves that this man was significantly over-qualified to be working as a medical assistant. Lifting your gaze, you noticed the beginnings of a sinister tattoo along the man’s neck, the extent of its length as well as the design was obscured by the green medical scrubs. You squinted your eyes, drifting your vision all over the man’s body to get a read on who exactly was in the room with you. As he turned around from his cart, your colored, exhausted eyes met his black, beady ones.

Something’s not right.

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Model Predator

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“Good evening Princess!“  Chat Noir’s voice announced his arrival just before he landed on her railing.  Quickly taking note of Marinette’s scowl, he stepped down and looked at the sketch pad.  "Oh dear.  Designing evening not going so well?”

She dragged her pencil tip heavily through all the brainstormed designs in rejection.  "Ugh.  No. These are all awful.“

He caught her hand before she could turn the page.  "What’s wrong with this one?”  He tapped on a doodle in the upper right corner of the page.

She screwed up her face a little and sighed.  "Technically nothing.“  Her fingertip outlined the sketch as she explained it.  "It’s a simple suit, designed to appeal to young men for nice events that aren’t quite formal.”

“Date suit,” he said.  "I like it.  I’d wear it.“

She snorted.  "The biggest problem with that one is that I have no one to model it.  At least not until summer’s over.  And I don’t want to wait that long.  I have so much work to do to get my portfolio diversified.”

“All your friends go backpacking across Spain or something?” he asked, leaning his hip against the table and crossing his arms comfortably.

“Some of them have.”  A number of her classmates, Nino included, were starting their gap year with that very hike.  "And the ones who haven’t wouldn’t really bring it to life in photo format.  They’re too shy, or too obnoxious…"

“I thought you were friends with that Agreste guy,” Chat interrupted.  "Can’t you ask him?“

"Adrien?”  She shook her head quickly.

“Not that good a friend?” he asked, sounding a little sad.

“Oh, no.  I could totally ask him, and I’m sure he’d be super nice about it,” she explained.  "But I couldn’t do that to him.“  She sighed.  "I don’t think he really enjoys modeling that much, for all that he’s incredibly good at it.  He’s so busy this summer, and he’s probably under some sort of exclusive contract that would make it… hard.”  She shook her head again.  "I know he’d want to help me, but I’d hate to make things more difficult for him.“

Chat stared at her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.  "Can I volunteer?”

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Confidence Booster (Tom Glynn-Carney x Reader) Artist/Muse AU

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. The poster has been printed and now you wait for a volunteer to step forward.

AN: A quick thang written for @prettyboytgc because her art is brilliant and so is she and I hope you feel better soon my love. I don’t know shit about life drawing so forgive me for any and all inaccuracies.

Masterlist     Photo Credit

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#133 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “could you do one with a plus size model?” and “Fic based off of heathrow? The lil "snog her in the kitchen/ dance with her to lemonworld” bit?“

Note: To the plus sized model requester: you may also like #69 - click here. To the Heathrow requester: I hope you’re okay with how I used the song in this fic? Gives it a little more originality than a basic story based word for word on the lyrics, you know? =^.^=

You’d only done print media before; just photographs. When the opportunity came up to audition for a music video, you jumped at it. The casting call write up was vague. They needed a girl aged between twenty and thirty that was comfortable smoking on camera and looked good in a leather jacket. That was it. There were no specific requirements about hair colour, height, body type, or anything like that.

As you waited for your turn to audition, you sat in a row of other girls. You stood out. You were the only one who wasn’t wearing makeup, and you were the only one who could be considered plus size. Knowing very little about the project, it was hard to determine if those were going to be strengths or limitations. When it was your turn, the butterflies in your stomach settled. The anticipation was what killed you. The actual audition part was easy.

In the room, there was a rectangular table. Behind it sat someone introduced as Andy, the director, and another as the label rep. Sitting on the table itself was a guy who presumably was in the band, or was already cast to be in the video. He was in black ripped jeans and a black and white striped shirt. His name was Van and (you had correctly guessed) he was the singer. You shook all their hands and watched for any immediate reaction. Van smiled warmly and as he blinked you noticed the length of his eyelashes. You knew models that would kill for them.

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“All for Charity”- A ML One-shot

Synopsis: Ladyblogger Alya has an idea. A photo charity shoot featuring Paris’s favorite heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir! Just how well will things go for a girl who’s never modeled and model trying not to be discovered?

Notes: I’m catching up as promised! VICTORIA of AO3, here’s your photo-shoot request! I died laughing at Chat’s antics and poor Ladybug had no idea what hit her in the face. Anyway, I hope it’s what you expected and I hope everyone enjoys!


When the Ladyblogger of Paris had approached the two teen heroes about having a charity photo shoot to raise money for the young boys and girls in the local hospital, superheroes Ladybug and Chat Noir couldn’t find it in their hearts to say no. After all, how could they? They’d gone by the hospital multiple times in the past year or so to talk to the children and see how they were doing and the state most of them were in broke their hearts. Several times they’d gone back and children were missing. Without a good reason. Ladybug had to admit that she’d gone home and cried over the situation a couple of times. Chat too. The photo shoot was therefore right up their alley (Chat wiggled his eyebrows at the two girls who both groaned and face palmed).

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a good thing.

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Official Knights of the Round Light Novel TRANSLATION, Gino's Chapter

Hey guys! So beyond the first season, the cg light novels have never been translated/localized. As good Japanese practice then, I began working on translating them! (Also because it’s fun)

The Knights of the Round novel has 4 sections, and this is the first, which focuses on Gino and his ideology. The timing is right when Suzaku joins the Rounds, and eventually meets Gino+Anya.

Translation by ME (Ellen!).

Proofreading of both the translation and English writing quality by Phresine.

Scans by Eggy!

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Note: This is my entry for @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog‘s Sam’s Sixty June Jobs challenge. My job was paparazzo. This is my first Sam x Reader fic and I kinda feel insecure about it, but oh well. Special thanks to @supernatural-stuff-of-course for beta reading.

Word Count: 1,312+

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: None

“Iced coffee with an extra shot for Y/N?” The barista shouted out from behind the counter.

Your ears perked up at the sound of your name and your feet carried you over to the counter.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista as you picked up your drink and walked out of the coffee shop.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday in Los Angeles with lots of life buzzing in the streets. There was never a day in LA where the streets were quiet. It was the city that never slept.

You had lived in the city for two years and had gotten used to its lively manner. You were used to seeing big celebrities on the street along with the paparazzi that followed them around.

Now was no different. You were casually walking down the street when you saw heads turn to follow a figure walking with its hood up at a fast pace to get away from the paparazzi following it. You had no idea who the celebrity was, and you didn’t care, so you just turned your head and kept walking, hoping that the paparazzi wouldn’t run you over.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side today. One member of the swarm of paparazzi crashed into you, spilling your coffee all over your white shirt and sending you and your phone falling to the ground.

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pairing: lance/keith
theme/prompt: models + photographs

Lance was a simple man, who found pleasure in the simple things in life, like the rounded lens of his camera and the sharp arrowheads on either side of his boyfriend’s mouth. He refused to take a photo of that, though - refused to put Keith on film like every professional would - with the perfect lighting and the saturated glow of painted lips. It was far from what Keith looked like waking up, or making breakfast, or stepping out of the shower; no, those were images reserved for Lance’s eyes alone. That gentle, natural beauty of unkempt hair and angry bags and curled sneers - the aesthetic was so absolutely Keith that Lance couldn’t help but laugh a little. He went from the stern runway to sleeping in on Saturdays with every imperfection dotted across his back.

Contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t that Lance didn’t want to take a picture of Keith - by god, no sane photographer wouldn’t - instead, it was that he couldn’t take one. Pidge had called him a hopeless romantic one day, over the rim of her tar black coffee, when he’d told her that there was no way of doing Keith’s beauty justice on camera. 

“Why won’t you take a photo of me?”

That’s a first, it gave Lance pause, toothbrush held between his teeth. His eyes met Keith’s in the mirror, eyebrows low in a parody of anger - and Lance knew the look well; it was insecurity. He sighed, spitting out what foam remained in his mouth, watching how Keith’s crossed arms tightened. There was no way he could tell a professional model that by just standing there - hair pulled up into an asymmetrical bun, sweater billowing - he looked too perfect. Keith wouldn’t believe him.  

“Just a rookie, remember? Can’t take a decent photo to save my life.”

“You take nice photos of your friends,” Keith swallowed, frown curling dark lips, “you took pictures of your old girlfriend, too - so, why not me?”

Lance laughed, walking up to him with a gentle smile. “You have a portfolio full of branded photographs - and you’re looking for pictures from m—”

“Am I not good looking enough or something?” Keith directed his gaze to the side, scowl downward bound and stance closed off, “you’re doing the impossible to avoid taking one.”

Lance’s smile hadn’t faltered, reaching forward to drag Keith in by the hips; there was no resistance. “You’re fucking lovely, you sulking shit,” he mumbled into Keith’s space when their foreheads brushed, “besides, one day.”

“Yeah,” Keith scoffed, as though he didn’t believe him. He repeated it anyway, sinking into the embrace, “one day.

Weeks later, Keith found a picture of himself tucked beneath the glass of Lance’s side table, his face distracted and open, eyes clouded over with thought.

 the fire which burns itself, was written at its corner.

Outside the Lens.

Hi! I wrote this on my old blog (minsugabooga) and it was a request. This is the edited ver. Enjoy! :)

- Hana

Request: Model who’s attracted to his photographer.

Focus: Jimin

Word Count: 2100+

Originally posted by suga-com

It was the little moments in between that set his heart on fire.

Park Jimin. He was someone who many recognised as another face on the latest released fashion magazine, showing off the latest trends and expensive clothing. However, he was also someone with a personality filled with light and sincerity, but he found it difficult to express due to his busy schedule. It was almost impossible to be himself. He had never imagined that his life would lead to a career surrounded by blinding lights, hassling makeup artists who were always trailing his every move, and strict fashion designers, who never seemed to give him a break.

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INFINITE IDEA Photobook Interview : L

What are your must-have travel items?
In the personal carrier are my camera and three camera lenses. Notebook (laptop). Photography-centered things. 

When you went to the US, what did you mainly do inside the plane?
I listen to the music that is furnished inside the plane. There is a song by Alicia Keys called Alicia Keys’ Intro. While listening to it, you will get that feeling of coming inside a bar.

Upon arriving in the US, how did you first feel?
The flight took around 13 hours, and never once did I take a break. I arrived in a good mood that I slept well! “This is the US!” is the admiring memory that occurred to me. It’s a new world. The fact that I can get to do any kind of filming in this place, how on earth did it happen. In an expectancy, one can loosen up exorbitantly. But in reality, I could not go around the streets. The first day has really brought a lot of big expectations. I quickly felt that it is so different from Korea. I experienced the language difference and because of being in the set, it gave me a confused feeling.

What did you do in your first day in the US?
I first took a picture as soon as I arrived in the airport. There were no high buildings from what I remember.

Next time you go to the US, who do you want to go with and how do you want to spend it?
I want to go to Las Vegas together with my same-age male best friends*. I will not go there for gambling. In Korea, I would not be able to watch shows like KA Show and O Show, so I want to watch these world-class shows.

What is the most memorable place or moment for you?
I only remember shopping in Melrose. It was in L.A. and there were lots of foreigners. Ah, because I was in the US, of course it was natural. (laughs). It really looked like a movie and the scenes were close at hand and were amazing. This is really L.A.!

Which superhero do you want to meet in Hollywood?
Bumblebee left a strong impression to me in Transformers! I really wanted to meet Bumblebee. I was sad because among the costume players, there was no one cosplaying Bumblebee. Next time we go to Hollywood, if a chance appears, I will certainly come and meet Bumblebee!

Other than being a singer or an artist, is there any other kind of job you want?
Everyone is likely to know. Being a photographer is NO. 1. With the freedom permitted to me, the camera is the thing that is the most familiar to my hands; it’s as if the wings depend on the hands and the arms. I think that going through the job is light and vigorous, however taking pictures of subjects is good. On the contrary, “I” can more fully represent the subject by looking at it, so I am thinking that modeling is not bad too.

How was Las Vegas?
Moving time was really tiring. “What will be, will be,” was what I felt. We were in the bus for more than six hours. With the festivities, it was very difficult because there was not much difference going to the countryside. But 24 hours after arrival, the light does not go off in the area and we saw the beautiful night view. I listened to and benefitted from the idea that I want to find a place like this next. It was the biggest live show <Cirque du Soleil> O Show that made my mind the most restless. Las Vegas seems to be a place that can become an independent country in itself. It is just like a paradise that is not involved with the outside world at all, and it is the city where the unique night is more anticipated than the day.

If you can go on a trip with the other members and create a special memory, where would you go and how will you enjoy the holiday?
I want to go to Phuket and I would like to enjoy the marine sports. Phi Phi Island! The members of the company went together. It was really interesting. I would like to feel that delightful feeling once again.

What is the travel place that you like to go to?
The island of Bora Bora. It will sink in 50 years. I have to go before that happens! 

You already published two volumes for your photo essay book. Did you take a lot of nice photos in the US?
No matter what, I stick around with the members during schedules, so I have many pictures of them. I am a little sorry because the area of activity was limited, so I could not put variety in the photos.

* [T/N: Myungsoo used the words “또래의 친한 남자 친구들” that means “male best friends who are of the same age” as he is.]

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Interstellar Review

Alright, alright, alright. Reviewing a film such as Interstellar is a monumentally difficult task. It says a lot about a motion picture when you’re so utterly speechless and at a total loss for words to describe what you’ve just seen. That being said Interstellar was one my most anticipated films of 2014, and when I saw it last weekend I was not disappointed. It was a utterly spell-binding film. I decided since then to gather my thoughts in this review of sorts, of which I’ve kept the first half spoiler-free. That being said, do read on at your own discretion, as spoiler tendencies will vary from person to person. I am going to write spoilers, particularly about the ending, but only after a jump in the text. With that out of the way, let’s begin!

I suppose I can expand upon this summary I’ve come up with. 

Interstellar is Christopher Nolan’s beautifully poetic love letter to the human ideals of exploration, hope, sacrifice, and love, in a film that’s replete with stunning visuals, phenomenal acting, and an intelligent story line which triumphs despite a slightly clunky second act.

Interstellar of course is Nolan’s first film since finishing up his Dark Knight trilogy with the The Dark Knight Rises in 2012. It’s scripted by himself and his brother Jonathan, who initially wrote it as a project for Steven Spielberg, but was revamped when Spielberg departed the project and Nolan came on board. It’s very much based on the work of Caltech theoretical physicist Kip Thorne, noted for his work on black holes and astrophysics, who aided the production crew and was credited as an executive producer. 

The premise is basically that at some point in the near future, Earth has been ravaged by blight. Numerous crops have failed, with only corn remaining, and humanity is on the brink of extinction. Matthew McConaughey’s character, Cooper, is a widowed Air Force pilot turned farmer, who raises his two young children Tom (Timothee Chalamet) and Murph (Mackenzie Foy) with his father-in-law Donald (John Lithgow). When Cooper and Murph stumble upon a secret NASA facility, they meet Dr. Brand (Michael Caine) and his daughter Amelia (Anne Hathaway) who inform Cooper that they have discovered a gravitational anomaly near Saturn, which is in fact a wormhole which leads to an entirely different galaxy full of potentially habitable worlds for humanity to migrate to and start afresh.  Brand convinces Cooper to lead an expedition along with Amelia and two other scientists (played by Wes Bentley and David Gyasi), a sarcastic robot TARS, (voiced by Bill Irwin) and another more reserved one, CASE, (voiced by Josh Stewart). Although Cooper accepts, he must face the fact that due to the nature of interstellar travel, it could take decades for him to see his family again, something Murph does not take particularly well. 

That’s all that can really be said about the plot without going into full-blown spoiler territory, but I can safely say that what follows is a thought-provoking and visually arresting odyssey into the far reaches of the cosmos but is grounded in its transcendent otherworldliness in the love story between a father and the family he leaves far behind. 

You really don’t need me to tell you how utterly brilliant the special effects are. You’ve probably seen bits of it in the TV spots and trailers, but they absolutely live up to - and exceed- the hype. Nolan, infamous in the industry for having a reputation as a traditional director, (who amongst other things eschews shooting in digital in favor or film and relying as much as possible on practical effects) incredibly managed to shoot a film of such massive scale without the usage of green screen. All the spacecraft were physical models, so nothing really looked cartoony and it conveyed a sense of actually *being* inside the film. It was a refreshing change in an era of cinema that’s dominated by special effects, and I’m looking forward to what J.J. Abrams does with Star Wars: The Force Awakens, a film that similarly utilizes many practical effects. That being said, when the film does use CGI (inevitably for a movie that takes place in space) it’s jaw-dropping. Particular highlights for me would be the initial trip through the wormhole, an amazing, eye-opening, slightly trippy journey that really made you feel as though you were in the spacecraft. Another would be how the black hole, Gargantua, was realized on screen. It is apparently the most accurate depiction of a black hole yet, and the effects crew worked directly with Thorne, using his own equations, to create this massive, spinning illuminated disc. I was awestruck throughout this sequence.  The alien worlds encountered, the water world and ice planet were a spectacle to behold in their terrifying beauty. A tip of the hat to cinematographer Hoyte van Hoytema and production designer Nathan Crowley. Oscar-worthy stuff. In light of all this, and the fact that much of the film was itself shot with IMAX cameras, I’d have to say IMAX is the only proper way to enjoy Interstellar, so do go for that option if you can. It’s definitely worth the slightly more expensive cost of admission. 

Comparisons with Stanley Kubrick’s seminal 2001: A Space Odyssey, are inevitable. Nolan hasn’t been shy to describe the influence 2001 has had on his career, and there are a number of homages throughout the film which harken back to Kubrick. Pre-release hype was dubbing Interstellar “this generation’s 2001” or “the next 2001” and some even “better than 2001”. In retrospect it was probably the hype which led to Interstellar’s rather mixed and decisive reception at the box office, but in my view I do think it’s a worthy spiritual successor. And it’s also worth noting that 2001 received a similarly frosty reception when it was first released, but went on to become a cult classic that is now revered as one of the finest films of all time. Perhaps Interstellar will age like a fine wine, and people will appreciate it more as the years go by. It just seems like that sort of movie. 

As with all his previous films, Nolan surrounded himself with a phenomenally talented cast. There were no less than 5 Oscar winners and/or nominees, and I really couldn’t find fault with the principal cast. Matthew McConaughey made for a compelling protagonist, and continued his amazing run of form on the back of performances in True Detective and Dallas Buyers Club. As Nolan described, they were looking for a “cowboy” astronaut in the mould of famous American pioneers like Chuck Yeager and Neil Armstrong, and McConaughey pulled it off so well, I simply can’t imagine anyone better in the role. Jessica Chastain was similarly brilliant, with a very nuanced performance. And while I had a few minor complaints about the motivations of Anne Hathaway’s character, there’s no doubt she too was marvelous and played off McConaughey quite well. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the actress who played the young Murph, Mackenzie Foy, who had some pretty emotionally charged sequences with McConaughey early in the film, and pulled them off remarkably well for a child actress. And as always, it was lovely seeing Michael Caine, it what is now his sixth collaboration with Nolan. Bill Irwin injects some well-needed comic relief into proceedings in a turn as talkative monolithic robot TARS (what a legend he is). A fairly well-known Hollywood star also pops up in Interstellar’s second act in an extended cameo, though I’ll get to him in the spoiler portion of this review. 

Hans Zimmer again does not disappoint. The score for Interstellar is markedly different from Zimmer’s previous one, with a significantly less number of bombastic BRAAAAAAAAMs and more ethereal, celestial motifs played with a church organ. The main theme of the film, the one heard in the very first teaser trailer, is prominent throughout, and the different variations are all so beautiful despite their similarities. It’s a simple 3-4 note theme, just like “Time” from Inception, and in my opinion, is up with the very best of Zimmer’s work. There were however, a few occasions where the loud background music would make it hard to comprehend the dialogue spoken by the actors, especially with the dulcet Southern drawl of Matthew McConaughey in the mix. 

But in my opinion, the good far outweighs the bad. I can’t guarantee that you’ll love Interstellar. Reviews are after all completely subjective, and everybody’s going to take something different from it. I can only say that if you’re on the fence, you should go for it, if only for the special effects. Go for the breathtaking effects, and S.T.A.Y (folks who’ve seen the film will get this reference) for the incredibly tear-jerking emotional story that’s at the center of this stunning journey through time and space. Here I am a week later, writing this review still utterly in awe of what I saw. This is one of the films that really stick with you. I’m dying to get it on Blu-ray to watch it again. And again. And again. And probably again. 

Rating: 4.5/5 

Spoiler section coming up! Thanks for reading if you’re leaving now. 

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Jack G Imagine (Flights) Part 2

Jack G Imagine (Flights) Part 2

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So I feel like I haven’t updated or done anything and a while and I AM SO SORRY but I have been so busy lately and I just haven’t had the time to do anything, hardly my own work but if you look at my discussion box page you will understand why and how.


You were currently on your plane to London. You hadn’t even taken off when you got a text. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was from.

Jack had woken up extremely early that morning, made you breakfast and coffee. He had gotten everything ready for you so by the time you woke up you didn’t have to be in a hurry. You smiled to yourself at how thoughtful your boyfriend was.

One of the things that really made you sad was that right when you got back from London Jack would be in Dallas for Magcon. He would leave the day before you got back so you wouldn’t get to see him until after you got back from Paris 2 weeks later. So that is about a month away from each other. Yes you were going to Paris for another photo shoot, which you were excited for but you knew that you would miss Jack a lot. You already did.

You looked down to read the text and your heart started beating faster as a blush rose to your cheeks and a smile appeared on your face.

Gilinsky ♡ : I love you babe, have a safe flight. I miss you already. I love you.

Y/N: I love you too Gilinsky, even more.

Gilinsky: That’s not possible

When you read that you knew he was probably smirking.

Y/N: Oh but it is ♡

“Miss I am going to have to ask you to put your phone away,” The stewardess said to you. You quickly turned off your phone and shoved it into your bag. Your seat belt was buckled and you were ready for this flight to be done so you could do your photo shoot.

*30 Minutes Later*

“Electronics are now permitted,” The speaker said. You quickly grabbed your phone from your bag and turned it on, opening your texts from Jack.

Gilinsky ♡: It’s not good to lie

Gilinsky ♡:  Hey you still there?

Gilinsky ♡: Babe answer me are you okay?

Gilinsky ♡: Oh your plane probably took off never mind….

You giggled to yourself as you read the messages. Jack would always think out loud, even out text, if that was a thing.

Y/N: Jack I’m fine, I was asked to put my phone away I’m sorry I didn’t text you.

Almost immediately he responded.

Gilinsky ♡: Don’t worry babe its fine, I’m just glad you’re okay.

Y/N: I’ll be okay when I’m with you

You loved flirting with Jack, it was like old times when you two weren’t together. Hopelessly in love but you both were too stubborn to do anything about it. But you both are so happy you did.

*10 hours later*

Your eyes were drooping as you got off the plane. Your time zone was completely off and you had to get up in, you checked the time, 6 hours. You quickly called a cab and got a ride to the hotel you had booked a room at and checked in.

When you reached your hotel you plopped down onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.


You groaned as you climbed off the bed and grabbed your phone. You smiled when you saw that Jack had texted you.

Gilinsky ♡: Hope you had a good flight y/n, I know you’re probably exhausted but I love you.

Y/N: I love you too, talk to you tomorrow if I can.

You texted back then quickly you were pulled into a deep sleep.


You woke up with a start and glanced at the time. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized you weren’t late. You got up and checked your phone.

No New Messages

Your face frowned a little bit but Jack probably wasn’t up yet. You went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before your photo shoot. You didn’t apply any make up because you knew they would do it there.

You put on a burgundy colored velvet skater skirt and a black crop top with a faux alligator skin clutch, cat flats, and black sunglasses. (ignore the skulls and lighter) You quickly left your room with everything you knew you would need and got into the cab to go to the photo shoot location.

When you arrived you were so surprised at how public it was. You were practically in a park, where almost anybody could see you. Yes, there were tents and everything but the photo shoot itself was outside.

You quickly went inside the tent and you were greeted by your fellow models and the ‘director’ of the shoot. You were handed your clothes and you quickly changed. Then you went into hair and makeup. You checked your phone again to see if you had any messages from Jack and still none. You decided to text him because you really missed him.

Y/N: I miss you a lot I can’t wait till I get to see you again…

You waited eagerly for his response but it never came. You were called away to do your shoot. You laid your phone down on the makeup table and went outside to the photo shoot area. You dropped your robe and the modeling began.

Oh did you mention that you model for Victoria Secret, so yes lingerie.

You were currently modeling lingerie in a public park in London. You didn’t always understand your photographer but you complied because you loved modeling, and the job paid well. But you didn’t even want to know what Jack would say. The good thing is, the photographer hasn’t asked for any interaction.

“Okay I need you guys to get more intimate, you look like you hate each other,” He shouts from behind the camera. Well there you go y/n you jinxed it. You were pulled closer and you could tell that the guy wasn’t all too fond of this either but you did your best and he did as well.

“No, something still isn’t working I’m not feeling it. Can you guys kiss?” He asks as if it were the most casual thing in the world. You entire body tenses up and you go cold, you couldn’t really breathe, your heart was beating so fast. You didn’t want to do this, not to Jack. “HURRY UP WE HAVEN’T GOT ALL DAY!” The Photographer shouts. You guys quickly kiss and you try to give it as much emotion and passion so the photographer can get his picture but you are hating every second of it, you could feel tears begging to be released but you tried your hardest to keep them in.

“YES! MUCH BETTER!” He shouted. “Alright that’s a wrap!” He says and you both split apart from each other like oil and water. You knew that it was for work but you couldn’t help but feel so guilty about it. You wanted to tell Jack but you didn’t want him to be mad at you. He would understand right?

At the end of the day you walked into your hotel room and you showered and got under the covers. You went on twitter and saw that Jack and Jack were releasing a new song tomorrow. They were calling it Flights.

You smiled to yourself, “I guess he did figure out the lyrics to those melodies,” You said to yourself recalling from a week ago when he played you the music track. You were excited to hear it and retweeted the tweet in support of your boyfriend.

With that you sent one last text to Jack and then went to bed.

Y/N: I love you, remember that.

You woke up to constant beeping and you realized it was your phone but it wasn’t your alarm. You twitter notifications were going crazy, usually you didn’t get that many but when you checked everyone was tagging you in tweets with the #Flights. You decided to listen to it since it came out an you hadn’t heard it yet.

When the music started playing you recognized it as the song Jack had played for you earlier and smiled.   You listened to the lyrics and slowly your smile started to fade. You realized that the song represented you a little bit, you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

And it’s flights to L.A.

Trips to Paris,

They could talk but

We couldn’t care less girl,


Let you shop in New York

Drink in London,

It’s all the same girl,

As long as you’re coming,

Whoa, yeah,

You knew you were always leaving but you really hoped that Jack didn’t feel too alone or that you were constantly leaving. You understood that the song was a 'love song’ but you felt kind of bad for leaving him all the time.

You quickly dialed his phone praying he would answer.

“Hello?” He said and your heart exploded at the sound of his voice.

“Jack!” You said breathlessly and with a smile on your face.

“Y/N are you alright?” He asks quickly with worry in his voice.

“Yeah I’m fine, but I was actually calling to ask you the same thing,” You say hesitantly. You weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to say this.

“Of course I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?” He asks confused. You sigh.

“Well I listened to your new song and I love it but I can’t help but feel that it’s about me and that I am abandoning you going to all of these places over the world, and I’m not spending enough time with you,” You say to him.

“Y/N don’t be sad, I hated when you’re sad and you know that. Of course the song is about you, as cheesy as it might be you are the inspiration to all my songs. But I don’t feel like you’re abandoning me the lyrics of the song are meant to showcase that no matter what it is I will take you anywhere you want to go and I will always be here for you, through thick and thin,” He says and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thank you Jack. I love you so much,” You say with a huge grin and a large weight lifted off your shoulders.

“I love you too,” He says.

“I really miss you,” You said as it hit you how far away you two were from each other. “It’s hard sleeping next to you for so long and then suddenly all that’s there is sheets and a pillow,” You say quietly into the phone.

“I know sweetheart, I know, I feel the same way,” He says.

*knock knock*

You look up in confusion at who could be here to see you at this time.

“Hold on Jack there’s someone at the door,” You say.

“Okay babe,” He says and you go over to the door. The hotel door didn’t have a peep hole so you carefully unlocked the door and peered out.

“Hey y/n,” He said with a smile. You dropped your phone and flung the door open, jumping into his arms.

“JACK! How did you get here? What about Magcon? You didn’t leave just to come and see me?” You asked him so many questions as you buried your head into his neck. “I missed you,” You finally whispered.

“I missed you too, why else would I be here,” He says. “To answer your questions, I took a plane and Magcon ended early,” He said with a smile. You grinned at him and gave him one more hug before he set you down on the ground. You closed the door to your hotel room and he carried you to the big bed that you would no longer have to sleep alone in. And with that the lights went out and you two were cuddled up next to each other as if the other would disappear and you didn’t mind that. Being close to Jack was more than just a comfort to you, it calmed you down, it kept you going, it did everything. Who knew that one person could have so much power, they just have to know how to use it.


Alright I hope this was better than the last update and I am happy that it is longer, because usually my content is longer but last week I just really didn’t have any time.

much love + stay weird


-simplicational’s queen