the crowd was so pretty

epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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“LAPIS GRAB THE TV WE’RE EVACUATING”

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David Tennant Don Juan in Soho Stage door 17th March 2017 

Witch Hunter Starters!

“You got any last words, say ‘em.”

“I’ll buy you a drink in hell.” 

“Go and fix it your damn self.” 

“We said you couldn’t do that anymore!” 

“I’ve had enough with life on the road, with no place to call home.”

“You are not a child of god.”

“For a street performer, you don’t play to the crowds so well.” 

“Pretty terrible way to treat a girl, don’t you think?” 

“Just a scratch, it’s already closing up!”

“…You broke it.”

“So wait, you’re a bounty hunter?”

“I’m always watching. I just wanted to tell you in person.”

“Don’t even flinch.” 

“Well, this sucks.” 

“Oops, sorry about that! Finger slipped.” 

“I see your punches haven’t lost their sting…”

“Never trust a man for any reason.”

“You got a pretty sweet price on your head.”

“I’ll come right back for you when I’m finished!”

“Would you rather sleep on the cold desert sand again?” 

“I can break a mere human being with one hand.”

“You think you’re fast enough to snap my neck before I can pull this trigger?”

“Shut your hole before I give you another one.” 

“Why do I always get stuck with the hard labor?” 

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!” 

“Heh, sorry, my hand’s got a mind of its own.”

“Someone does something you don’t like, stand up for yourself!”

“Son of a bitch, that hurt!”

anonymous asked:

Hello! May i request for How would RFA+Saeran and V react to an MC saving them from being hit by a car or taking a bullet for them! hahah Can be angsty or not :3 Thank you sooo much! love your blog :)

listen…… u come into my house.. and you ask this thing of me.… (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

also i wrote these baaaasically in reverse order? and kind of definitely ran out of steam for the rest,, ha, ,,, ,, haha ha , ,,

but i figured……. some content is better than no content at all!!

WARNINGS for blood, injury, violence, near-death, possible death……… mebbe spoileroonies if u haven’t finished the secret endings.. oh and also Rika..is there for one…. briefly…

Jumin

-powerful men like Jumin Han will always have enemies
-some are merely industry rivals who might bitch and moan and briefly fantasize about the assassination of such a man, but ultimately do noting but continue to compete, to vie for a presence in their fields
-and some are far more criminal in nature, and willing to do anything to get what they want
-and they don’t care who gets in their way
-Jumin is giving a press conference about a recent acquisition of yet another company into C&R’s fold
-MC is standing nearby, trying to keep from beaming, they’re so proud of their husband
-and they can’t keep their eyes off of him
-which is exactly why when a little red dot appears on him, on his red tie, they see it and are briefly annoyed
-whICH MOTHERFRICKER BROUGHT A LASER POINTER TO THIS??????
-but then as the little light moves minutely a cold dread settles in MC’s stomach
-the laser point is too still, and it’s red on on red, difficult to see
-MC’s heart beats a frantic rhythm and they can taste the tang of fear on the back of their tongue
-they glance up away from Jumin to the high buildings opposite the stage that’s been erected specifically for this event
-the moment feels like it takes an entire year
-but they see a flash of light, something glinting off of shiny metal
-it feels both unreal and terrifying
-powerful men like Jumin Han will always have enemies
-there are bodyguards around but they’re all facing the crowd of reporters, not Jumin
-they don’t see it
-they don’t see the light go completely still, like the shooter has finally decided on a good spot
-MC shouts
-and moves
-Jumin’s speech cuts off mid-word and his eyes are now on MC
-they both hit the ground but he hears MC take in a choked breath, he could hear and see the pain
-what
-what just.. happened?
-he wonders
-he can hear the gasps from the crowd, his security guards trying to keep the crowd back and get them to safety as others approach him and MC
-MC, who can’t seem to take in a proper breath
-Jumin calls their name as he sits the both of them back up
-their breathing sounds…. wet, raspy
-and Jumin can only get increasingly more worried as he comes to conclusions
-MC coughs and flecks of blood hit his pristine white shirt, and blend on his red tie
-he feels like his heart has stopped
-and he notes that the back of MC’s shirt is wet, and so are his hands
-he starts to shout orders
-Find the shooter
-Get an ambulance
-Round up the reporters for statements
-No one is allowed to leave
-bodyguards are surrounding the two, keeping them out of view
-Jumin can see that MC is fading p fast, about to pass out
-so he places his hands (bloody, a terrible idea, but it’s too late now) on their face, cupping their cheeks and jaw
-he implores them to stay with him
-his hands shake
-his voice shakes
-he is so, so scared
-what if he loses them?
-but they smile at him, and they weakly raise their hands to touch his
-“I don’t regret a thing, Jumin,” they tell him between shallow, rasping breaths
-he wishes they hadn’t said that
-it sounds like last words
-and he is desperate to make sure they aren’t

Seven

-he loves cars
-so the day that MC ends up pushing him out of the way of an incoming sports car and getting hit themself. ..
-to say he can’t look at his own cars, his babies, the same way again is not unfair
-and to say that he’s devastated is kind of an understatement
-he looks on from only yards away at where MC has landed in a crumpled heap
-his ass is on the pavement and relatively unharmed while MC…… .
-fuck he’s pretty sure limbs don’t bend that way
-they’re not supposed to look like that
-it starts out with an alarming sense of numbness, a feeling like this isn’t real
-Saeyoung gets to his feet, vaguely registers that his arm is bleeding from scraping the pavement when he landed, and that the owner of the car that just hit the love of his life is already out of their car and frantically calling emergency services
-“MC?” Saeyoung calls out as he approaches, but his own voice sounds distant to him
-dread builds rapidly and settles uneasily in Saeyoung’s gut the closer he gets
-his chest feels tighter and tighter and he can’t take deep breaths
-he feels sick
-but then he sees MC’s chest rise and fall
-and sounds come rushing into clarity for Saeyoung once more
-he can hear the driver that hit MC speaking over the phone
-he can hear other people gathering and muttering and exclaiming and the sounds of car doors opening and closing
-he can hear MC whimpering, saying his name
-Saeyoung is in front of them in an instant, on his knees and reaching for their grasping hand, the one on the arm that, thankfully, isn’t broken
-“Saeyoung.. Saeyoung… . it hurts I can't– I can’t move, S-Saeyoung”
-Saeyoung’s vision blurs with tears as he shushes MC, and his voice cracks repeatedly as he tries to reassure them and himself
-“Shh, shh it’s, it’ll be okay, M-MC.. aahhh, shit, fuck, it’ll be okay I s-swear. ..”
-in the hospital, waiting to hear any news is the worst
-Saeyoung is so used to knowing just about everything that’s going on and being able to easily find out if he doesn’t
-so this
-the not knowing
-is a new kind of agony
-he doesn’t know how MC is doing and he can’t find out without getting in the way and what if– what if their condition is too dire? what if they’re dying right now?
-he can’t stop his negative thoughts from spiraling, from getting worse and worse
-he works himself up into a panic attack
-MC could be dead and he wouldn’t know and he’s not sure……. how, or if, he could possibly keep going without them

Saeran

-a Mint Eye acolyte managed to escape capture the night everything ended
-the night Mint Eye was dismantled
-the night Paradise was lost
-the night their savior was taken from them
-and they are out for revenge
-they’re convinced that Saeran was a rat. that it’s his fault his fault his fault he has to pay
-they bided their time…. looking for Saeran, waiting for their moment to strike
-but Saeran is never alone
-and the acolyte gets. So. Frustrated.
-they just go for it.
-Saeran and MC are just out on a grocery run when it happens
-they haven’t even made it to the store when the acolyte blocks their path
-it’s late in the evening, at a time when MC knows there won’t be crowds since Saeran is pretty.. not. about crowds.
-so this is uh weird
-but Saeran recognizes the person blocking their path and is immediately on guard
-MC can see that Saeran is tense and it takes them a moment to see that this person’s eyes are the same color as Saeran’s
-that unnatural minty green-blue
-fuck
-except that “fuck” doesn’t even begin to cover it
-the whole thing is kind of a blur,, ,
-the acolyte charges Saeran (“TRAITOR!!! THE SAVIOR IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!” they roar) and there’s a scuffle and MC tries to get this fucker off of Saeran but they pull a gun and there are no thoughts just action and MC
-gets
-in
-the
-way
-and the acolyte is laughing as MC hits the ground
-but it sounds more like gleeful shrieking
-Saeran sees the blood blooming on the back of MC’s sweater and he sees the laughing acolyte
-he fucking loses his shit
-he’s yelling and crying as he takes the acolyte down and he slams their head onto the concrete once.
-twice.
-a third time for good measure.
-they’re out.
-maybe dead.
-he doesn’t care
-he turns frantic eyes to MC who is bleeding and groaning and crying and whimpering on the ground
-fuck!
-“Shit shit sHIT! MC!!” Saeran’s voice cracks in his panic
-he kind of…. flutters around them, unsure
-until he remembers that pressure needs to be applied to the wound to keep MC from bleeding to death
-so he does that while also fumbling for his phone
-he doesn’t even think to call for an ambulance his mind is so jumbled
-he calls Saeyoung
-the twins are panicking, though Saeyoung might be handling things a lil better
-Saeyoung ends up remotely dispatching an ambulance to Saeran and MC’s location and then staying on the phone (Saeran puts him on speaker so he can use both hands and also so Saeyoung can talk to both him and MC)
-while they’re waiting for the ambulance (are those sirens in the distance already??) Saeran is like
-“MC why whatt he f u kc?? why did you do that why would you try to protect me like that???”
-he’s so mad and scared and very very confused and his head hurts (and it’s so hard to breathe, his chest aches) and the only consolation he has right now is Saeyoung telling them that the ambulance is close
-MC kind of grimaces while trying to smile (oh my god getting shot hurts so much?????? holy shit)
-“must rly like u i guess?” they kind of joke but are also dead fuckin serious
-MC now is not the time
-Saeran stares at them in disbelief for a moment, then he’s crying just that much more earnestly
-“you’re a fucking idiot
-he feels like. .. . he’s not worth MC’s time
-he’s not worth their effort
-he’s not worth their life
-god he loathes himself already and now this?? the person he maybe possibly has a crush on (his head’s still a mess but his heart beats so fast when they’re around sometimes and every time they smile he wants to smile back and that, right there, feels like a miracle) just got fucking shot???
-and it’s his fault, isn’t it?
-that they’re hurt
-that they’re bleeding
-that they’re fucking crying too
-(it should’ve been him, he thinks)

V

-it…….. happens like this:
-V doesn’t die in the Secret Ending 01
-MC sees the gun in Saeran’s hand, pointed at V
-V who is blind and can’t possibly evade such an attack in time on his own (can’t see it coming, he doesn’t even know the immediate danger he’s in)
-so they make their decision
-and then they’re in front of V, arms spread out
-and Saeran has already pulled the trigger before realizing what’s happened
-in this moment there is…. a lot of screaming going on
-Saeyoung. Rika. Vanderwood. even Saeran and V.
-MC is bleeding. profusely. V can tell that much at least as they both sink to the ground, him supporting them and calling their name
-but MC doesn’t respond, having gone limp in his arms
-Rika is trying to give out orders but,, her voice is a lil lost in the cacophony of Saeyoung and Saeran yelling at each other and to MC
-Vanderwood manages to get the gun away from Saeran in the commotion
-Saeran is……. distraught for many reasons.. one of which being that he hadn’t intended to kill MC at all
-he’d just wanted to take them to Paradise
-things get louder when Jumin and his security team finally arrive
-arrests are made. Mint Eye disciples and Rika and Saeran are subdued
-Saeyoung and V and Vanderwood are shouting about getting MC (and Saeyoung) medical attention
-V’s hand are red and his clothes are damp and sticky
-MC’s blood is on his hands literally and metaphorically and he is horrified
-his heart is aching, his hands are shaking, and it is all too much and he hates himself he hates himself
-it’s so,, visceral a feeling
-it’s hard to breathe
-V clutches desperately at MC’s hand the entire helicopter ride to the hospital, hoping that they’ll wake up and clutch back
-they don’t.
-the blood on V’s clothes is dry by the time MC finally wakes up in the hospital
-the first thing they notice after getting their bearings is that the room is probably too big for one person to be staying in, but that’s how it is
-the second thing they notice is V asleep in a sofa chair, the kind that’s provided in rooms where the patient is long-term
-the third thing is the sound of incoming footsteps
-there’s a soft knock at the door before it opens
-it’s Jumin with a bundle of what looks like clean clothes in his arms
-V shifts in the chair, groggy but now awake
-MC watches V stand and gingerly stretch as he turns toward the door
-“Jumin?” V asks softly, as if afraid to wake MC
-but Jumin isn’t looking at V, and has frozen halfway to the blind man
-he redirects his course toward the hospital bed “MC. You’re awake.” he doesn’t shout but it’s a very near thing
-V turns so fast he almost loses his footing
-he stumbles in his haste to get to MC’s side
-“MC!”
-he does shout
-he’s not wearing his shades so MC can see how wide open his eyes are
-MC’s throat is dry so when they speak it comes out as a croak
-“Hey, V. Jumin.”
-but they are smiling
-and V can hear it
-and somehow that hurts him even more

Time to play Rebellion.

In which Agent Kallus and Hera Syndulla somehow manage to look like action figures.

Agent Kallus: Paul Moore.

19 Real Life Examples of An Extroverted Introvert

Originally posted by lets-celebrate-introversion

Don’t get us wrong we love people, but if we don’t recharge we won’t feel quite ourselves. We also love to meet new people but prefer hanging out one on one as opposed to large crowds. It’s pretty confusing, so many times we question our own identity. To relieve you of some confusion, here are a few things we’d like you to know about extroverted introverts.

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park woojin as your soulmate

imagine having woojin as ur soulmate where u have to stay within a certain distance of each other at all times

  • its kinda hard for u to tell wht ur soulmate key is
  • but once u find out it becomes Really obvious
  • everytime u try and move to certain places, its like theres an invisible wall stopping u
  • some days u cant even make it to ur mailbox, other days ure able to go as far as the next city
  • u figure tht u have to stay within a certain distance of ur soulmate
  • the only problem is u dont know what exactly the distance is

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I saw Moana today, and there was so very much to love about it.  But I think I’m just going to talk about one thing for now.  And that’s the “princess upgrade.”  (Well, that’s what I’m calling it.)

Moana has the usual Disney heroine trope of “I want more than being a princess/royalty/whatever!”  (It’s a good trope for a fairy tale.)  But with a lot of Disney princesses, there’s really nothing for them to DO as princesses.  They exist, and that’s good and right for the kingdom, your prince will come and evil will be defeated, the end.  There’s no actual ruling or governance or anything you have to be trained for, don’t be silly!

Moana is the daughter of a chief, and the main point her father uses to keep her at home and out of trouble is saying, “hey, you’re gonna be chief someday, here are your people, you’ve got to take care of them!”  And the next montage shows her…doing exactly that.  We see her making decisions in day-to-day life, talking to her people, doing her job to keep the island and her people happy and prosperous.  We see her, in short, being trained to be a leader.  Her birth position is both a job and a serious responsibility that has to be performed right to keep things good.  Destiny, of course, has some extra things in mind for her, but those things are also in the best interest of her people.  They’re tasks that need to be done, and she was the person picked for the job.

That was EXTREMELY refreshing to see.  And that alone would have made the movie worth it to me, but again, there was SO MUCH MORE TO LOVE.

hey?  hey.  I’m so damn lucky to have supportive + caring people following my stuff and enjoying my work.  the stream crowd has been wonderful, everyone on here has been so kind.  I’ve been pretty tired and anxious for a while now but I’m legit tearing up a little over here (happy tears!! happy!).  thank you!!!!

Egoistic (Lee Jong Suk Scenario)

Genre: romance, modern, fluff

Word count: 3 067

Warning:  none

Summary: Sometimes is good to be egoistic.

You kept on pressing the button to close the doors of the elevator, not caring that someone was actually hurrying towards you. You were late! Like, really, really late! And your colleague had already texted you twice since you got into the elevator!

“Excuse me, excuse me,” you made your way through the busy room and up the stairs towards the conference room. “I’m soooo sorry,” you gave out an apologetic look towards your team leader and colleagues.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, the traffic is horrible,” the team leader smiled and turned back to the presentation. “What I was about to say is that we have good news. Out team won in front of the others in results and so we get to work with a company from South Korea. One of their artists is coming here for a photoshoot and they would like someone to show the team around and, if the artist desires, to give him a private tour as well. Now, we have only two of you free at this point, so how would you like to choose who’s doing what?” He then turned to you.

And you were already jelly, all puppy eyes towards your colleague who happened to be your best friend as well to let you have this project. I mean, it was South Korea and a celebrity, like, duh, you had to have it! Who knew, maybe the artist was Kim Woo Bin or maybe even better, one of your favourite bands. Nope, missing on something like this was defintiely a no-no!

“Please let her have this project ‘cause otherwise I won’t hear the end of it,” your best friend sighed. “You owe me big one for this,” he then whispered to you, a bit torn between the prospects of the project and being a good friend to you.

“Are you sure? If things go well you might actually get a part two of it,” the team leader raised his eyebrows towards the two of you.

“Oh, c’mon, why are you tempting him?! He already have up the project in my favour,” you protested with a frown. “It’s mine! My previous,” you went all Gollum much to the laughter of your team.

“Fine, fine! Then that’s it. Good work, guys and keep it up! And you,” he pointed at you, “wait for me, we have to go through the paperwork and the detail.”

So, while everyone was making their way out, you remained seated, catching your breath after all the running you did since the beginning of the day. Damn your legs hurt like hell!

“First of all I want you to know that you’re going to sign a non-disclosure contract,” your team manager approached you after the projector’s light died down. “Our legal team went through it already and everything’s good. Basically, what they want from you is to, by no means, post up pictures with the artist or post anything regarding what you see on the internet.”

“As if I’d do that!”

“Secondly, the dude is apparently something big in his country, so the team wants discretion and if he by any chance wants you to show him around the city, they way you to know that there might be fans or press following around, so –”

“I need to keep it professional, so in other words keep my distance. Got it, boss! Anything else?” Fuck the contract! It wasn’t like you were going to kidnap the dude or anything like that!

“Nope, that’d be it. Do you want any other details?”

“Who’s the artist in talk?” You gave him your best smile.

“Oh, that’s easy. He’s a young actor, very popular for a recent drama called… what was it again?” The team manager frowned, racking his brains to remember th info he himself heard from one of the higher ups. “Ah, ‘Pinocchio’! The drama’s name is ‘Pinocchio’. W-What? What’s wrong?”

Why of all the people it had to be him?!

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anonymous asked:

can you do some chubby mc headcanons?

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM as a person who is nearly the personification of a twig, I LOVE CHUBBY PEOPLE, THEY GIVE THE BES T H U G S. AND IF THEY ARE FEMALE I CAN REST MY HEAD ON THEIR BOOBS LIKE A PILLOW if they give me permission. I have done that to my friend who has big boobs. Like. She doesn’t care anymore. I kept this to the Main 5.

Yoosung

  • You are pretty self conscious about your beautiful chub.
  • All the negative thoughts on what yoosung would say when he would see you at the party.
  • When you get to the party the others had a hard time believing that you were THE MC, well in your opinion.
  • They thought you was too beautiful tbh.
  • When Yoosung made his speech, you wasn’t paying much attention.
  • The boy lit up when he spotted you in the crowd. You were so pretty to him.
  • He literally ran to you and kissed you right there in front of everybody.
  • later on in the relationship after that, Yoosung has told you over and over how pretty you are, how your beauty could rival Zens and so much more.
  • Loves to lay on your thighs
  • so warm and fluffy
  • very comfortable

Jaehee

  • Lowkey stunned when she saw you at the party
  • your thighs could crush her head if she goes down on you
  • she had to compose herself before walking up to you
  • honestly she could care less how you looked
  • shes happy that she can spend the rest of her life with you
  • If you wanted she could help you lose a few pounds
  • If you two were cuddling anywhere she WILL have her head on your chest
  • it’s comfortable for her

Zen

  • “Holy shit they are more beautiful/handsome than I am!”
  • That’s what he thinks when he sees you at his doorstep
  • highkey retrains himself from taking you then and there
  • thinking on how he can grab you when your doing the do
  • He makes it a point to kiss you often if he notices you feeling down
  • He’s not afraid to fight anybody that gives you shit, hell he’ll probably fight a fan if they gave you shit
  • Zen will put you on every social media he has, just to show off his beautiful/ handsome datemate
  • another one who will most likely lay his head in your lap.

Jumin

  • “Oh.”
  • Thats it
  • He couldn’t give two shits on how you looked
  • He’s just happy that you brought him out of his ‘possessive’ state, and helped him when that hoe Sarah(is that her name? I haven’t played his route) came into the picture
  • Not that affectionate but he’ll try his best to lift you out of your funk about your appearance
  • buys outfits that’ll compliment your appearance, will sue/fire who gives you problems
  • Constantly tells you that Elizabeth loves your chub cause it’s comfortable
  • If you asked he could give you a list on why he loves your appearance
  • will lay on your chest if he wants to cuddle

Seven/707

  • “Holy shit.”
  • He’s clearly one of the first two people who sees you
  • totally fell in love with you
  • now during his route he realllllly tries to not think about how he could cuddle up to you
  • or how warm you could be
  • after all that bullshit and after ends, he appreciates you a whole lot
  • Makes jokes to make you laugh
  • constantly compares your chub to his
  • If you think people will stare at you when you both leave the house he’ll put on his Mary Vanderwood costume on so fast
  • He’ll make an absolute fool of himself to keep the eyes off you.
  • Or he’ll be possessive and glare at anybody who looks at you too long
  • Likes to lay his head on your stomach
Obtuse

Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.


“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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A Second Guanlin Soulmate Au

Anon requested another Guanlin Soulmate au with pieces of Barista au mixed in, (I have no idea how there is still more soulmate keys left to write about) so yanno, here we go.

• Your soulmate sign was odd, different to many of the other signs,

• A possession, a necklace,

• I mean, the first worry is forgetting it right?

• Nah this thing is like a magnet - magic or something- if you lose it, it’ll appear around your neck again within the next minute,

• ( Y'all know Percy Jackson and his sword/pen? Like that voodoo),

• It’s quite a rare Soulmate sign, but you’re pleased with what you’ve got,

• Who needs quotes or music or tattoos when you have a literal thing to hold to signify your soulmate,

• The pendant that’s hangs on the inky black string is metal and cold and delicate,

• A light blue and silver moon littered with patterns and careful designs make your little sign one of the prettiest things you own,

• All swirls and linking patterns and quite beauty,

• A lot of people ask where you got it from,

• You just smile and say your soulmate made it for you,

• hA who could hand craft something so beautiful?

• Being the moon, it’s always cold, occasionally becoming slightly warmer on its own,

• Because it’s such a rare sign you don’t know it actually warms up when you get nearer to your soulmate,

• So you wonder around in your life peacefully, occasionally skimming people’s necks or chests to see if they also have a moon,

• Nope,

• But you’re in no rush, always quite relaxed and cheerful,

• So you’re in university Despite the threat of crushing student loans,

• But because you’re a student you’re actually broke,

• (but so is everyone else so at least you’re not totally alone),

• So you decide you’re going to have to find yourself a job,

• I mean you knew you where going to get one Anyway but you have a huge essay due and a hell of a lot of work from your course,

• Looks like you’re going to have to say goodbye to your social life rip,

• So you go scouting at all the cafes to see what they’re like and if they’re hiring,

• You had a job at a cafe in your old home so you’re pretty sure you could score one at uni as well,

• So you set off on a mission™

• You Jump around businesses because there’s many busy places,

• But you’re walking down this road and your necklace is warming up and you’re slightly surprised but used to its ‘random’ temperature changes,

• But then you spot it, seemingly glowing and calling your name, a cute cafe on the corner,

• But that could be because by now you’re Hella tired from walking around with a lot of course work to try to complete while scoping places out,

• You slide Through the door and glance around the cozy place and you swear you just walked into a fic (Whoops) because this place is too picture Perfect,

• The place is casual and bright and smells sweet with odd tables and chairs with soft music,

• The place looks to be half full of students meeting up or studying, the atmosphere relaxed,

• There must be a con - everything has a con,

• Like the very cute barista must be an idiot because if he isn’t you might cry and beg them to let you work for them,

• But oh shit how you’re wrong,

• You slide up to the counter to order a smoothie,

• (because although you’re apparently an adult now coffee hadn’t miraculously become something you crave),

• “Hey, what would you-”

• The barista spins round with a smile and as your eyes meet his beautiful ones you come to realise,

• Your necklace is near enough burning your damn chest and glowing,

• It’s hot as hell but it doesn’t actually hurt it just sorta tingles,

• Inner you is screaming that this is weird as hell you have burning metal on your chest why doesn’t it hurt,

• But it may look weird if you did that,

• So outter you is just like 'huh, you feeling this as well?’

• It’s actually funny because you can see the Batista’s own inner turmoil as well,

• So you take this moment of mutual panic to check your supposed soulmate out,

• A toll bean™

• That’ll be handy for when something’s on the top shelf,

• Or spotting him in a crowd,

• A face so delicately pretty and striking that you’re starting to question if Photoshop irl is a thing,

• Your eyes trail down to his chest, where a pendant sits on an oily black string, just like yours,

• Although there’s no moon, but A small and simple sun hangs from his neck, careful oranges and yellows and whites blend together seamlessly and in an eye-catching way, one that draws attention with an easy aura,

• Not an identical moon, but something that matches perfectly - You can’t have a moon without the sun, 

• You want to take it into your hands and examine it yourself,

• Except 1) that may be a creepy right now, factoring in the fact you’ve only just met this cute boy,

• 2) it is also slightly glowing and hot looking like yours, His is a brighter, burning glow, whereas your moon in more of a pastel glow,

• Except you do take it into your hands anyway because self control is a myth,

• The Sun is warm and sends tingles up to the top of your head and back down to the tips of your toes, making you feel like you’re floating,

• You feel him take your moon and you only hope he’s feeling the same rising absolute joy that’s filling your heart,

• You already want the absolute best for this stranger,

• This soulmate,

• You need to calm the hell down,

• “It’s just as pretty as you,”

• You’re about to call yourself out for being cringy AF with your first words but you decide to let yourself this once,

• Because if your necklaces are representatives of your soulmate, like you always had a suspicion about,

• Because there had been a rumor, and people had told you before you where cheerful and bright like the sun,

• ( A coincidence? I ThiNk nOt),

• He’s the moon - shyer, quieter, more aloof and graceful,

• Because he looks so, like the shining moon hovering in a black sky, providing the perfect amount of light to illuminate everything,

• Except he doesn’t have craters of course, 

• (although craters add a charm, a unique beauty),

• So yanno, you figured you might as well talk first,

• He laughs at that, eyes shaping into crescents and his ears turning shades redder,

• He moves his hands up to carefully run through your hair, which makes love explode in your heart and you’re automatically content with him being your soulmate,

• Honestly, someone playing with hair? A kink™

• You already know the years ahead are going to be filled with new experiences, ones that’ll make your heart ache and your head dizzy,

• An adventure calls in the eyes of your soulmate and you’re ready to explore the unknown,

• Which starts with you getting a job at that cafe the very same day,

• Honestly, it’s suspiciously perfect,

• But I guess everyone has a different perfect, so maybe it’s not so suspicious for you to find your perfect,

• You seem to co-exist so perfectly, you can work together in perfect harmony, knowing who needs help with what or how to complete an order with each other without so much as a word,

• And when it’s quite you share smoothies or sandwiches and chat or read or silently send each other memes which is true love,

• Or you listen to each other rant, or play stupid games or make up stories about the people that walk past,

• If you’re with the right person, nothing is boring,

• And you find out what it feels like to depend on someone with utter, unquestionable trust,

• But you also realise your whole life isn’t about soulmates,

• While spending time with Guanlin makes your heart race and your heart fill, if he’s in class you can still enjoy lunch with friends or walk cute dogs from a centre,

• It just makes the time together cherished,

• And because Guanlin is a goof, there’s never a moment that’s dull,

• A lot of lazing around in pajamas and blankets and in front of TV’s,

• (Because we all know Guanlin is 2nd lazy in wanna one aka very relatable ),

• Your necklaces are always a content warm when you’re together, a cold when you’re apart,

• And even when you can’t meet, you have your moon,

• A quite reminder that you have someone to lean on, someone to cheer you on,

• You have someone to support you until their arms give way and they can’t anymore,

• Although they’ll still try everything they can to give you their all,

• It’s a comfort, a soft glowing light for the darkness that occasionally appears,

• You know that time together doesn’t need to be jam packed with activities, and that sometimes quietly keeping each other company is love in its own way

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Autumn Classic Full Recap - Sept. 21, 2017

It’s been more than a week since Autumn Classic wrapped up and I figure I ought to do a full recap of each day. I didn’t catch all events (a girl has to eat at some point!), and this will be very Yuzu-centric, but read on if you’re interested in my little anecdotes.

Or, if you want a glimpse of what I saw you can just go through my 2017 Autumn Classic International fancam playlist.

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Judges pt. 2 l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): HAPPY NEW YEAR BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! i’m back with part 2! It’s kind of long but i hope you enjoy it! Thank you to all the people who requested a second part. HERE’S PART ONE

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prompt: Shawn & (y/n) have to face each other after their encounter, and turns out way better than expected.

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You couldn’t erase the taste of his lips.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking about the way his hands roamed your body like he knew every bit of it perfectly, or the way his beautifully shaped lips molded against yours perfectly, or how he sounded so out of breath when he said he liked you.

He liked you.

Yet you weren’t able to return those words. Of course you liked him, you had for a long time, but dating was difficult in your world, especially now that you were colleagues. Though you couldn’t deny that during the two-week break you found yourself scrolling past his Instagram and smiling at the pictures of the two of you, or debating if whether or not you should call him, or at least text him, because it wasn’t only that you craved his touch, but you missed his presence, you missed him so much, and you wanted to see that he was thinking about you too. 

Your break wasn’t technically a break, since you launched your latest album which was a synonym of interviews and promo in general, yet you still had time to think about the boy who seemed to be always on your mind. And when he wasn’t, people made sure to bring him up on conversations and even interviews.

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