the director will see you now

Lena Luthor x reader (Worked it out, and figured you out)

Request: I love your writing! Can you do one with Lena x fem!reader? It’s Lena’s first time in the DEO and sees reader training and gets hit with gay panic. Then both flirting over being complete science nerds. Thanks!!     

a/n: YOU BET I CAN. And also… thank YOU! All the prompts you folks send me is what keeps this blog going! I’m getting at it at a relatively steady pace I think, sometimes it’s a little bit difficult than other days to find inspiration, but somehow you all manage to surprise me and remind me of how wonderful this fandom is, and then it makes me want to work even harder and contribute what I can to it! So thank y’all so much!!

Fun little sidenote, it’s actually my birthday today! :D I have too many cute fic ideas swimming around in my head (which is a little bit of a rarity these days) and I’m not even sure when I’m going to get to write for them if I’m going to be off being a loud, delinquent dumbass all weekend. But, yeah! I’m feeling extra inspirational and thankful today… maybe that might even translate into some fics that nobody asked for LOL.

Have fun with this fic though y’all! I was in the mood to write something cracky with J’onn in it and I have not a clue as to why… You’re also a little bit of an ass in this one too but it’s totally fine, it’s part of your charm obviously

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For as long as you can remember, you have always been a force of nature. You knew how to work hard and you knew just how hard to push yourself to make the reward that much sweeter.

Simply put, you had fun living life, and despite the handful of troubling setbacks and the unavoidable years-long turmoil that is the discomfort of adolescence, you still looked at the world like it was your playground.

As rambunctious and tenacious as you were, you had just as much discipline, and it paid off deliciously in a plethora of ways.

You would say the human body is a blessed vessel; the tone and curves of some, the muscle and elegance of others, the ability to persevere and flourish, to deconstruct and to rebuild, it amazed you all the same.

What amazed you particularly (and was frequently the subject of ire around all your friends) is how you could eat like absolute shit and still maintain the form that you do.

As it was, you found yourself at the DEO working off last night’s conquest of an army’s weight of cheesy garlic bread and a late night call with Domino’s.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Sam, how did you get started writing/sending articles to people?

I just started sending pitches tbh. The Establishment rejected my first pitch, but sent an email saying they’d like to work w/me in the future and encouraging me to send more, so I did. They accepted and published the second one, and now I’m working on a new piece.

The Establishment is a good place to get started bc they publish a lot of first-time writers. They want three writing samples w/every pitch, so I sent them three long, informative posts for the social justice blog I used to run. The editorial director also wrote this really helpful article re: pitches, and I followed her advice for my second attempt.

Who Pays Writers is a great resource as well–you can see who actually pays, how much, whether they pay on time, etc.

Act 1 Update

Hey everyone, Cohen here, creative director and head writer for Hiveswap. Hopefully you’re reading this after watching the new trailer. If you haven’t watched it, go watch it. If you have watched it, go watch it again. It doesn’t cost anything, and, more importantly, no one can stop you.

OK, now you’re back. Wow. Wasn’t that dynamite? I agree.

Anyway, just wanted to give you a quick rundown on the status of Hiveswap: Act 1. We’re very, very excited about

THE GAME: The game is good, folks. It’s gorgeous, and fun, and the music is outstanding, and people say it’s pretty funny, too? We’ll see! All that’s thanks to

THE TEAM: We’ve got a great team full of outrageously skilled people, and over the next few weeks we’re going to be talking to them here about the work they’ve done for Hiveswap: Act 1. If you’ve wondered, possibly aloud, possibly at length, about why we haven’t done more of that before, it’s because they’ve been too busy doing all that work! Busy, busy bees with no time for chatter.

It’s a practice that is potentially frustrating for fans, though, which is why we’re going to be parting the curtain a little more. Because, of course, what you really want at this moment is for me to

SAY MORE ABOUT THE GAME, IDIOT: Right! So, the game is nearly done. It’s taken us a while, but we’re committed to bringing you the game you deserve, even if it means delivering it later than you deserved it. Some things take longer to implement or polish than we anticipate, but our intent is not to mislead you. I promise. We want to keep you in the loop as much as we can.

But…it’s a difficult juggling act for us. We’re trying to make a game that is fun, funny, and beautiful, and we haven’t compromised on quality in order to get it out quicker. On the other hand, we DO want to talk to you about how it’s going! On yet a third hand (or maybe back to the first hand, now hidden behind my back), we’re also committed to not spoiling every mystery the game has before you actually get to play it. These interviews we’ll be doing are our way of striking the balance between these three hands (possibly two hands, with one in flux).

The next time you hear a release date from us, it’ll be because the game is about to launch. In the meantime, we thank you, one last time, for your continued patience and understanding.

A white guy’s thoughts on “Get Out” and racism

This weekend, I went to see a horror movie. It got stuck in my head, and now I can’t stop thinking about it—but not for any of the reasons you might think.

The movie was Jordan Peele’s new hit Get Out, which has gotten rave reviews from critics—an incredible 99% on Rotten Tomatoes—and has a lot of people talking about its themes.

First of all, I should tell you that I hate horror movies. As a general rule, I stay far, far away from them, but after everything I’d read, I felt like this was an important film for me to see. This trailer might give you some inkling as to why:

Creepy, huh? You might know writer/director Jordan Peele as part of the comedy duo Key & Peele, known for smartly tackling societal issues through sketch comedy. Get Out is a horror movie, but it’s also a film about race in America, and it’s impressively multilayered.

I left the theater feeling deeply disturbed but glad this movie was made. I can’t say any more without revealing spoilers, so if you haven’t seen the movie yet and you don’t want to have the plot spoiled for you, stop reading now and come back later.

Seriously, this is your last chance before I give away what happens.

Okay, you were warned. Here we go.

Our protagonist is Chris Washington, a young black man who has been dating Rose Armitage, a young white woman, for the last four months. She wants him to meet her family, but he’s hesitant. She acknowledges that her dad can be a little awkward on the subject of race, but assures Chris that he means well.

After unnerving encounters with a deer (echoes of The Invitation) and a racist cop, Chris and Rose arrive at the Armitages’ estate. On the surface, the Armitages are very friendly, but the conversation (brilliantly scripted by Peele) includes a lot of the little, everyday, get-under-your-skin moments of racism that people of color have to contend with: Rose’s dad going on about how he voted for Obama, for instance, and asking how long “this thang” has been going on. Chris laughs it off to be polite, though he clearly feels uncomfortable.

There’s a fantastic moment here, by the way, when Rose’s dad offhandedly mentions that they had to close off the basement because of “black mold.” In the midst of the racially charged atmosphere of the conversation, it’s nearly impossible not to take this as a racial remark, and Chris certainly notices, but what could he possibly say about it? Black mold is a real thing; his girlfriend would surely think he was crazy and oversensitive if he said it sounded racist. Chris never reacts to the remark, but that one tiny moment is a reminder to the audience of a real problem people of color often face, when racism can’t be called out without being accused of “playing the race card” or seeing things that aren’t there. (Incidentally, it turns out that the basement is actually used for molding of a different sort.)

There are other reasons for Chris to be unsettled: The only other black people on the estate are two servants, Georgina and Walter (Rose’s dad says he knows how bad it looks, but that it’s not what it seems), and something is clearly “off” about them. Later, more white people show up—and one more black character, and he, too, feels “off.”

By the end of the film, we learn the horrible secret: Rose’s family is kidnapping and luring black people to their estate, where they’re being hypnotized and psychologically trapped inside themselves—Rose’s mom calls it “the sunken place”—so that old or disabled white people’s consciousnesses can be transplanted into their bodies. The white people are then able to move about, controlling their new black bodies, with the black person’s consciousness along for the ride as a mere “passenger.” In a shocking twist, it turns out that even apparently-sweet Rose is in on the plot, and Chris must fight her and the rest of her family to escape.

This isn’t a “white people are evil” film, although it may sound that way at first, but it is a film about racism. I know many of my friends of color will connect with this movie in a way I can’t, so I won’t try to say what I think they’ll get out of it. I do want to say how I connected with it, though, because I think what Jordan Peele has done here is really important for white audiences. 

If you look beyond the surface horror-movie plot, this film actually gives white people a tiny peek at the reality of racism—not the epithet-shouting neo-Nazi kind of racism that white people normally imagine when we hear “racism,” but the “Oh it’s so nice to meet you; I voted for Obama” kind of racism, the subtle othering that expects people of color to smile and get along and adopt white culture as their own whenever they’re around white people.

So many of the moments in Get Out are clearly intended to work on multiple levels. When Chris confronts Georgina about something being wrong and she smiles and says, “No, no no no no no,” with tears streaming down her cheeks, the symbolism is blatant. How often do people of color have to ignore the subtle indignities they face and hide their true emotions in order to avoid coming across as, for example, “the angry black woman/man”? How many times do they find themselves in social situations—even with their closest white friends!—where people make little comments tying them to an “exotic,” supposedly monolithic culture, where they have to respond with a smile and a laugh instead of telling people how stupid and offensive they’re being? 

I can’t tell you the number of these stories I’ve heard from my friends, and I’m quite sure that the stories I’ve heard are only a tiny fraction of the stories that could be told. So there’s something in that moment that speaks volumes about the experiences of people of color in America.

The same is true for so many other moments. The black characters Chris meets at the Armitages’ have all symbolically given up their identities and conformed to white culture; when Chris meets one character, he turns out to be going under a new name, with new clothes and new mannerisms; when Chris offers him a fist bump, he tries to shake Chris’s fist. Again, within the story, there’s an explanation for all this, but every moment here is also about assimilation and culture differences. 

For me as a white audience member, all of these moments did something remarkable: They showed me my own culture—a culture I’m often blissfully unaware of because it’s all around me—as something alien. They reminded me that I, too, have a culture, and that expecting everyone else to assimilate to my culture is just as much an erasing of their identities as it would be to expect me to assimilate to someone else’s culture.

And that’s a big part of what Get Out is about—the erasing of identities, and the power of racism to destroy people. I think it’s really significant that racism is portrayed here very differently from how it’s normally portrayed in movies written by white people. In most Hollywood movies, you know a character is racist because they shout racial epithets or make blatant statements about a certain race’s inferiority. That allows white audiences to say, “I would never do/say that, so I’m not racist!” We really don’t want to think we are.

But notice something important about Get Out’s treatment of racism: This is a film about the literal enslavement of black people—racism doesn’t get more extreme than that—and yet Peele doesn’t go for the obvious by having the white characters admit that they think black people are inferior; instead, they subjugate and dehumanize people by claiming to admire things about them. They turn them into fashion accessories. 

When Chris asks why only black people are being targeted for this procedure, the response is telling: It’s not (supposedly) because the white characters think African Americans are bad, but rather, because they like certain things about them and they want “a change” for themselves. They want to become black—it’s trendy, we’re told!—but without having had any of the actual life experiences or history of African Americans. White people need to see this: to experience the ways in which Chris is othered by people who tell him all the things they like about him—isn’t he strong? Look at those muscles! Does he play golf like Tiger Woods? And he must be well-endowed and have such sexual prowess, right, Rose?

The white people in the audience need to be reminded that just because you’re saying positive things about someone doesn’t mean you’re not being racist, that turning someone into an exotic “other” may not be the same as shouting an epithet, but it’s still taking away someone’s identity and treating them as a commodity.

The film is filled with these kinds of moments. When we realize that Rose’s white grandmother has inhabited the body of Georgina, the fact that she keeps touching her own hair and admiring herself in the mirror takes on a whole new level of significance. (White people, please don’t ask to touch your black friends’ hair.) When Chris connects with a dying deer on the side of the road and later sees a deer head mounted on the wall at the Armitages’ estate, the symbolism is hard to miss. Black people are being turned into trophies in this house. And, oh yeah, they’re being literally auctioned off—as they were in real life in the not-too-distant past.

One day, I’d like to see the film again to pick up on all the ways things read differently the second time through. I noticed several things in retrospect that gain new significance once you know the ending, and I’m sure there’s a lot I didn’t notice. For example, Rose’s dad says he hired Walter and Georgina to care for his parents, and when his parents died, “I couldn’t bear to let them go.” The first time you see the film, it sounds like the “them” is Walter and Georgina. But in retrospect, it’s clear the “them” he couldn’t bear to let go was his parents, so he sacrificed Walter and Georgina for them. Which, again, is an example of how the supposed care of the white characters for the black characters (his care for Walter and Georgina, Rose’s care for Chris) is really all about caring for themselves and treating the black characters as completely interchangeable objects.

The message of the film isn’t simply that the black characters are “good” and the white characters are “bad.” There are presumably—hopefully—many good white people in the world of this film, and many others who wouldn’t do what the Armitages are doing but also probably wouldn’t believe Chris or make the effort to stop it. Peele’s mother and wife are both white, so he’s clearly not trying to paint all white people as villains. 

But I admit, as a white guy, I really, really wanted Rose to be good. I’ve been the white person in an interracial relationship introducing my black boyfriend to my family. I’ve been that. So I related to Rose, and I really wanted to believe that she was well-intentioned and just oblivious; even though she misses the mark on several occasions, there are times that she seems like she gets it and she really does listen to Chris. When a cop asks to see Chris’s ID early in the film even though he wasn’t driving, Rose stands up against the obvious racism, showing us all what it looks like for white people to do the right thing. “That was hot,” Chris says to her later, and I thought, yeah, that’s who I want to be.

So I have to admit, it was really upsetting to me to see Rose, the only good white character left in the film, turn out to be evil. But I realized that part of that is that I really wanted her to represent me, and that’s really the point. Just think how often horror films have only one black character who dies early on, and how many films of all genres have no significant black characters for audience members to look up to or identify with. I think it’s really important for white audiences to experience that.

As I’ve reflected on the film, it seems to me like there are three kinds of popular movies about people of color. There are those that feature POC characters that are essentially indistinguishable from the white characters—as if they just decided to cast Morgan Freeman instead of Tom Hanks without giving any thought to the character’s race. Then there are the movies that deal with racism, but in a way that allows white people to feel good about ourselves, because we’re not like the characters in the film. (This is especially true for movies about racism in the past; some of them are very important films, like Hidden Figures, which I loved, but we need to be aware that it’s still easy for white America to treat it as a feel-good film and think that we’re off the hook because we no longer have separate restrooms.) And finally, there are movies that focus more directly on the lives of people of color but tend to draw largely audiences of color; not many white people go see them, because we think they’re not “for us” (even though we assume films about white people are for everyone).

Get Out isn’t any of those. It’s drawing a broad audience but it’s not afraid to make white people uncomfortable. And if you can give me, a white guy, a chance to have even a momentary fraction of an experience of the real-life, modern-day, casual racism facing people of color in America, I think that’s a very good thing.

quotes from the music department

*Repeatedly sings part of the music in scat*

“Ben swore to Jesus that if he didn’t help me at the concert he’d do thirty push-ups in front of the entire band, and I’m just as excited for this as you guys are.”

“If it were easy, football players would be doing this”

“We were 4.75 points off of the next band, and I’ll make certain this number will haunt you until next season.”

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a rough week.”

“I’ll just get a golf cart to follow the band in the parade. Maybe one day I’ll play a halftime show in a golf cart, all by myself.”

“No, Danny, you’re not starting a group chat for jazz.”

“Someone made me a 22&½-inch stick to measure steps. Don’t make me use it.”

“Trumpets, raise your right hand, and move it over to the person next to you. You’ll be fingering the notes on their trumpet.” *leans over to woodwinds* “this is gonna be really funny”

“We don’t have Thursday night rehearsal this week, so live the lives you have outside of band. So basically, catch up on homework.”

“Here it is– wait no, that’s 32 pages, that’s not right.”

“Before we step off on Saturday, you need to focus and say the following prayer”

“All the freshmen are on break, none of them are here!” *section leader raises hand* “Adeline’s here” “She’s the only one ADELINE WHY DONT YOU TAKE BREAKS IN THE STANDS”

“I hope this is loud enough, because this is as loud as its gonna get” *glares at the saxophone that forgot the speaker* “He forgot the speaker, my own flesh and blood.”

“As usual, the bassist knows the articulation and rhythms to the saxophone parts better than the saxophones do.”

*beatboxes to metronome*

“I want you to go home, do homework, practice, do more homework, have a milkshake, and practice some more.”

“If you want to annoy the heck out of a musician, play a cadence but leave out the last chord and wait like 20 minutes”

“this passage is called ‘Glendy Burk.’ I went to high school with her, actually.”

“you aren’t feeling well? Drugs?”

“while I was in the middle of complimenting you, you made a mistake”

“that saxophone line was jazzy as hell”

“you just have to play angrier”

“what’s the point if they’re all accented?”

“you squeaked in tune”

“can you take that d?”

“you can play my final pitch”

“imagine brass knuckles, but on a tambourine”

“I had to blow on my tongue”

“Bethany, you’re my number one!”

“the entire band is pianissimo, so play really loud. mezzo piano.”

“go through the head”

“BAD tambourine!!!”

“112 is the American tempo”

“the audience started clapping during the caesura. I didn’t know whether to continue on or leave the stage.”

“Matthew, while you were gone, Ed and I determined that you’re a freeloader”

“you came in early” “I don’t remember”

“did you just compare terrible bass parts to a terrorist attack?”

“Christ, Elizabeth, you’re such a violinist”

“All of our violas are at another rehearsal today, so we’ll begin today’s rehearsal with a prayer as that is the only thing that can save us.”

“We don’t have a spare bass bow to use while Ed’s is being rehaired, so you two are just gonna have to share. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Ah, yes, but what baroque style are we talkin’ here”

“It was at that point she handed the first chair violin a viola part. He proceeded to hand it back to her.”

“I went home and cradled that music. I never get original bass parts.”

“She turned the page in her score and forgot to continue conducting. Honestly, I would’ve been less surprised had she thrown her baton into the cello section”

“There are two basses in pit this year, so we’re an actual section, so he can’t just shove us in the corner this year HIGH FIVE”

“Does she really know how to buy a bow? She should make it a field trip so you get the right one.” *swings hands in air super wide* “it has to AGREE and BLEND with the instrument DO YOU SEE”

“When the orchestra director doesn’t know what to do she just asks the second chair. If he’s gone, she waits until a day he attends rehearsal to ask him.”

“Don’t be afraid to play out. Except during rests. Then you should be very afraid.”

“is it ok if I start to cry a little right now?”

“I had anaemia as a kid, and my schoolteacher’s name sounded like ‘anaemia’, so naturally, I hated her”

“she took the pen out of my hand and said, ‘no, Richard, use pencil.’ I was so mad”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that there are fewer bassists today and higher rates of suicide, gang violence, school shootings…”

“channel your inner Whitney Houston”

“play quietly, like you’re about to wake a baby. except you’re the baby, because you didn’t practice”

“I have another metronome app now. I collect them.”

“if someone calls my bass a cello one more time I’m gonna lose it”

“at the gig, a drunk guy came up to me, pointed to my harp, and called it a sideways piano”

“I want the space between these notes to be so big you can fit a little drawing of a house, a sun, a tree, and little dog in there.”

“90º angle notes”

“I want the sixteenth notes so sharp they could kill a man”

“turn the soundbox on”

“do you have a fancy phone? the answer is yes, yes you do.”

“I listened to the narration a few times before realising it was in German”

“I’ve got, like, four copies of that piece. the conductor keeps forgetting that I already have it and makes me a new copy.”

“soon I’ll have AIDS. Hearing aids, I mean. I’m old, is what I’m saying”

“more birdlike, turn on roundabout faster”

“kissing from the left is different from kissing from the right. not that I would know. asking for a friend.”

So, you know the guy who proclaimed “There’s been a mistake.  Moonlight – you guys won Best Picture” and held up the card for everyone to see?  The guy who thought he had just won an Oscar only to realize he hadn’t and was probably humiliated, but was only concerned with making sure sure everyone knew Moonlight was the winner?  The guy who SHUT DOWN Kimmel’s “I would like to see you get an Oscar anyway – why can’t we just give out a whole bunch of ‘em?” with a very deliberate “I’m gonna be really proud to hand this to my friends from Moonlight?”  The guy who, when the cast, producers, and director of Moonlight came on stage, immediately went over to hand them their Oscar and to hug every one of them?

His name is Jordan Horowitz and HE IS JEWISH and I am proud.

brighter than fire (m)

Summary: There’s quite possibly nothing you hate more than Min Yoongi and his stupid, stupid face—and the stupid, stupid way he makes you feel.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut, Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 11,371
Author’s Note: What better way to celebrate the summer than to mix Min Yoongi and camp counseling? Also, this is my first time getting to write really sarcastic Yoongi and I was really living. And to @minsvga – hEY thanks for encouraging sarcastic Yoongi in the first place, and lots of sinning; this is all your fault. 

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As soon as you step off the bus at the top of the mountain, surrounded by trees and forest and the fresh smell of pine, miles and miles away from your family and the troubles of everyday life—there is without a doubt in your mind that you’re reached your home. The sun is bright, hitting your eyes as soon as you depart from the vehicle, which only serves as a benchmark for what the next few weeks would consist of. And for the most part, you cannot wait to bask in the freedom and the responsibility and the adventure of resuming your counselor position at Camp Bulletproof for the fourth year in a row.

There’s an endearing aspect of being a regular at Camp Bulletproof, one that comes with smiles and waves exchanged with counselors who share the same experience as you, ones you’ve known for many years and have a friendship that can transcend the fact that you all didn’t see each other a lot more than you actually saw each other but that doesn’t stop any of you from spending hours on end supplying backstories for stories or sharing tales from school. It’s a gesture that is done very willingly given that some of these people have plagued your childhood and some of your most fond memories. For the most part, you can’t wait until after hours so the counselors could all have some time to catch up.

For the most part.

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Dear Anti-SJWs

No one is “making” Black Panther a “race thing”. It ALWAYS WAS.

Black Panther was created by two Jewish artists as a response to criticisms of a lack of diversity in comics. Even before, Marvel was well known for doing the one of the unthinkable, most revolutionary thing in the world of comics at the time: putting PoC in the background of shots.

And they specifically *gasp* weren’t caricatures (tbf, though, a lot of the dialogue was….yeah. But hey, baby steps)

But you know what? A few Black people used as scenery wasn’t enough for Stan and Jack. They realised early on that Black kids read comics and should have a hero for themselves. They should have someone they could look up to and emulate, someone that stood up for issues they cared about.

So they created Black Panther and wrote him as a fantasy for what Africa could have been if colonialism didn’t happen.

Since then, other authors have used Black Panther to address other social issues from a Black perspective. In fact, the most acclaimed Black Panther series are those with Black creators, lauded for their authenticity. This has led, of course, to the Black Panther movie. If you look up the people cast in this movie, the director, the costume designers, etc. you’ll find that each one is likely linked to a political movie about Black issues in some way.

And y'all say we’re MAKING it a race thing? nah, we’re just making it impossible for you to ignore that it IS a race thing and always WILL BE a race thing.

Seriously, if Static Shock came our right now, y'all would complain about us making it into a “race thing”. I bet I’ll see y'all complaining that we make the Green Lantern movie into a “race thing”. And I DISTINCTLY remember y'all saying we were turning Luke Cage into a “race thing”.

If y'all don’t want to see “race things”, then I suggest y'all don’t watch this or any sci-fi movie featuring a Black person as the central character. Cuz every one of them will BE a “race thing”. Because apparently, pointing out that we live kinda shitty lives and talking about the issues WE face is too much for you to handle. Apparently, you prefer movies like X-Men or Hunger Games when the metaphor is is super vague and behind a white face. But when it’s explicit, you can’t handle it and get triggered (for lack of a better term). That’s fine, I don’t want your ass in the theater with me. Don’t watch it.

But don’t get it in your head that because you antis don’t see it, it’ll flop. Majority of Black people on this website (frak, probably just majority of Black people in general) are going to see it. White “sjws” are going to see it. Non-black PoC allies are going to see it. We’ll be fine. When JUST Black people see a movie we turn it into a huge success. So nah, we don’t need you. Don’t watch it. Cuz I can garuntee that you probably won’t like it if you understand it.

Then again, the fact that this character has existed for such a long time and you STILL don’t see how it’s a “race thing” shows how well you are at understanding complex issues…so maybe you will enjoy it, idk.

Anyway, Takè le Wakanda and fuck you.

💖CHRISTIAN YU BIRTHDAY/APPRECIATION POST💖

Warning!!!! This post is long AF but my love for Christian can’t be contained so what better way to let it out than on his birthday 😊. I dug up all these old photo’s and screenshots that i have had saved for ages just for this post.There’s a little surprise at the end so please read all of it…. 

 First of all happy birthday to Christian Yu, 27 years old this year. I feel kinda emotional to know that I have been supporting him since his B.Boy B.Yu days and have continued to watch him grow and develop himself into the amazing and talented man he is today. Being an amazing dancer, rapper and leader for C-Clown we got to see his caring and playful side more than ever through the CTC series, Pops in Seoul, D-Style, Idol School, Gurupop etc. Although Christian is a positive and happy guy there are some perfectly justifiable moments at which he has had to set haters straight and i rate him for it because - in now way was he the reason for C-Clown’s disbandment. After C-Clown we got to see more of Christian’s skills and talents through his directing and this has been great because anybody who is a true supporter will know how emotive and passionate he is when talking about directing and editing. This post is basically just me expressing my love for the man that i have become so infatuated with over the years. 

 Let’s start from the beginning with baby Barom

So cute❤

Then he met Dabin as B-Boy B-Yu and they became brothers.

Yaaaas Dabin has always been Cute Af, don’t forget guys Dabin can dance too.

Then to his C-Clown debut and Disbandment 

SOLO ERA

FAR AWAY, YOUNG LOVE ERA

SHAKING HEART ERA

JUSTICE ERA (idk why these are blurry)

and finally, LET’S LOVE ERA

Let me tell ya, this guy went from sweet, to cute to sexy. I fell for him even more when he got braces because he just looked so adorable.

and here you can see his Visual director skills come into play with the CrownTheClown series with his band members. Which then lead to him becoming the man we all love and know today, The Founder and Visual Director of DPR. Working with artists like Song Mino, Ikon’s Bobby, Taeyang, Owol, Fx Amber, Jay Park and Loco, Crush, Dean, and hopefully much more in the future, like that collab with Tiger Jk, etc.

but he still remains the same brother and mama’s boy…..

Now it’s time for a Christian spam

also I just want to add this in too, because dabin is such a cutie, and these pictures are a lost treasure that I forgot I had saved.

look at this precious little bean that everyone now knows as Live.

mcartist  asked:

Since it's Valentine's Day.(Have the RFA+V+Searan) I would love to ask if you could do MC and her brother spending Valentines together. The others couldn't spend time cause they were busy. So once they have some time to spare them look for you and see you are your brother hanging out. Yet you are siblings so you sorta close to each other and some things seem romantic. The others don't know you have a brother. So how would they react? If you can't do it, it's okay. Happy Valentine's Day!

OOooh scandalous~ 
(It’s the day after Valentine’s Day here because I live in Australia and we live in the future but I’d be happy do do this!)

Yoosung: 

✮ he was busy with some huge LOLOL event that was happening for valentine’s 
✮ he felt bad but you assured him that it was fine and you would just go see family or a friend or whatever 
✮ so when he leaves the house to get food and sees you with some guy??
✮ YANDERE YOOSUNG UNLEASHED 
✮ your brother was teasing you by pulling and twisting your hair 
✮ but to yoosung it looked like he was hella flirting 
✮ basically stomps up and flicks your brother’s hand away 
✮ ‘excuse me, why are you touching my girlfriend? huh?’ 
where did this confidence come from hmmmm
✮ your brother is confused because ‘omg is this the innocent yoosung MC was talking about???’
✮ you’re trying not to fall over from laughing 
✮ your brother looks absolutely horrified 
✮ “MC is mY siStEr! who are you, huh punk?’ 
✮ yoosung.exe has stopped working
✮ almost cries
✮ apologises 38918475 times he feels so bad 
✮ is pouting for the rest of the day and puts the LOLOL event on the back burner 

Jaehee: 

✎ she told you beforehand that valentine’s was going to be probably the busiest day for the cafe 
✎ but W O W 
✎ the cafe was packed and you hardly got to see jaehee 
✎ and your brother visited during your lunch break 
✎ so you two were just standing in a corner, trying to leave as much room for the actual customers that you could 
✎ things died down for a total of maybe five minutes 
✎ and jaehee looked around to find you and saw your brother squishing your cheeks together while you both laughed 
✎ she really wanted to go over there and judo kick someone’s ass but she still had customers 
✎ she was kinda angry for the rest of the day 
✎ until afterwards you walk up with your brother and introduce them 
✎ her face is redder than saeyoung’s hair 
✎ she refuses to admit anything 
✎ except when you’re back home she’s super affectionate 
✎ and at first you think it’s just valentine’s day love 
✎ but she’s super clingy and kind sheepish 
✎ so you ask what the deal is 
✎ and she begrudgingly admits that she saw you and your brother when you were messing around and didn’t realise it was your brother
✎ you have to try and maintain the giggles because she’s obviously embarrassed
✎ cute baehee 

Zen:

✿ he was really busy rehearsing an upcoming musical 
✿ and the director was super strict and wasn’t letting anyone out for the day 
✿ during one of the breaks he picked up his phone and noticed that his fans were all tagging him in the same thing
✿ and he went to it and it’s a picture of you with some guy?!?!?!?!
✿ and he’s so scandalised 
✿ he immediately goes to the group chat and sees that you and saeyoung are online
✿ he basically spams the picture with multiple exclamations akin to ‘WTF MC’ 
✿ you’re freaking out because he’s just sending mindless messages now and won’t stop to listen 
✿ and saeyoung is just off his chair laughing because he obviously knows who it is (background check) 
✿ you send a selfie of you and your brother both with a ‘wtf’ face and the ‘boi’ hand at the camera 
✿ and zen finally stops 
✿ you send another picture but this one’s of you and your brother when you were babies 
✿ ‘hyun, this is my brother’ 
✿ ‘nice to meet THE zen’
✿ he’s so flustered 
✿ he sends sorry to the chat so many times that the original problem can’t even be found 
✿ when he comes home that night he brings a big bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks 
✿ is super clingy 

Jumin: 

₩ this nugget just doesn’t believe in valentine’s day 
₩ you’d told him how annoyed this makes you but he didn’t seem to care too much 
₩ so he was at work 
₩ you went to lunch at the cafe thing across from the C&R building because your brother was curious 
₩ y’all were just chilling, eating pastries and drinking milkshakes 
₩ and then jaehee came for her lunch break 
plot twist
₩ you say hi and your brother introduces himself (but not as your brother) 
₩ and she’s shook 
₩ she goes back and asks jumin if he knew you were at the cafe with some guy
₩ JUMIN IS JUST AS SHOOK 
₩ he glides down and stands at your table 
₩ you really nonchalantly say hello 
₩ he’s so confused 
₩ ‘would you like to explain yourself MC?’ 
₩ ???? ‘jumin what are you talking about? i’m just having lunch with my brother, we’re waiting for his girlfriend to come’ 
₩ it’s like you can see him deflate in embarrassment 
₩ he like flops down in the seat next to you 
₩ meets your brother 
₩ when you’re back at home you ask him why he was so salty at the start and he admitted that he thought you were on a date with some random guy because he wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s 
₩ you laugh and say you wouldn’t do that and shower him in affection
he made up for it ;)

Seven/Saeyoung:

⌨  he probably knows what your brother looks like from the background check but for the sake of story let’s just pretend he didn’t go that deep into your history 
⌨  he was super busy with work-related stuff and didn’t even realise it was valentine’s
⌨  he asked you to grab some groceries because he couldn’t
⌨  he’d noticed you’d been gone for a while so he hacked into the security cameras of and around the grocery store
⌨  saw you talking to some guy
⌨  he’s so confused because you haven’t just stopped for a little ‘oh hi I know you’ obligatory hello but you’re walking down the sidewalk with the store bags and talking
⌨  he sees him nudge you with his shoulder and he’s kinda pissed
⌨  he just waits until you’re back home. you’re alone 
⌨  he tries to act nonchalant about it, and like he doesn’t know anything– waiting until you bring it up 
⌨  it’s the end of the day and he crawls into the bed where you already are 
⌨  you bring up how it’s valentine’s day and that you missed him 
⌨  he feels guilty but he’s kinda frustrated from before and goes ‘it didn’t look like you missed me too much while walking down the street with some other guy’ 
⌨  he did not get the reaction he expected 
⌨  he expected you to be kinda shocked like ‘:o caught’ 
⌨  but you’re giggling and snorting 
⌨  ‘saeyoung… that was my brother; we ran into each other outside a store so he walked with me for a little while’ 
⌨  like jumin, he deflates 
⌨  he feels S O  B A D 
⌨  he gives you so many cuddles and just fully wraps himself around you 
⌨  swears he’ll make it up to you 
⌨  he definitely does 


I hope you all had a happy valentine’s day! CHEAP CHOCOLATE AND MYSTIC MESSENGER DLC’S WOOO ♡♡♡♡

Don’t be THAT soprano.

There aren’t many girls in this show–maybe four?  Maybe ten guys?  So when we had our first readthrough, the music director asked which of us were high sopranos.  I raised my hand, and two of the three other girls shot their hands up like their lives depending on it.  With pride.  Not the, “I worked hard and I can be proud of myself!” way, but in the, “Psh, you think you’re cool?  I can hit a high C, so take a seat” kind of pride.  I told them that I was super flexible, though, and they should put me where they need me.  I’m not picky.  So, naturally I end up in the alto section–the only alto–no big deal, though.  


We get to music rehearsal yesterday, and we’re working on this piece, and it’s been arranged rather oddly.  There are some unusually high soprano notes, because the arranger was a bari and didn’t quite get that those notes aren’t comfortable or appropriate for the style of music he’s doing.  No big deal, though, we’ll make it work.  So he asks, “Which of you wants to pop up to that high note?”  Of course, I’m a lowly alto (really, they’re treating me like I’m a second class citizen because I’m singing the alto part) so I’m not in this conversation, and the girls look at each other, and I can see the competition in their eyes.  WHO GETS TO SING THE HIGH NOTE?!   One of them finally says, “I’ll do it,” and they decide on her.  Fine, great.  Then she promptly makes this face and says, “I mean, I’m always the one doing the high note, so whatever.”  


Okay, chickadee, let’s take a breath here.  You guys were ready to duel to the death for this high note, and now you’re going to “complain” about how it’s such a buuuuurden to sing that note?  No, I’m sorry.  I can see the joy in your eyes, I can see the triumph.  This high note is your victory, you’re now better than anybody else in the room.  


Now, we go on to the rest of rehearsal, hopping along, and we get to this belt section where this girl pretty much leads the song.  We start singing it, and she’s knocking it up an octave, so she’s belting like…High As.   The director stops her and says, “Oh, you know, you don’t need to knock those up an octave,” and she says, “Oh, I know, I want to,” and he says, “…Well it’s not written like that…”  She says, “But I can!  I can hit those notes!” and I’m thinking, girl.  I get that you can hit them.  We can all hit them.  The music isn’t written up the octave. It’s not in the style, it’s not appropriate. Just because you CAN doesn’t mean you SHOULD.  She compromised by saying, “I’m going to work on it, you’ll like it, I promise.”  (She then proceeded to tell me that we were taking the song under tempo for my sake, so that I  could learn the harmonies and feel comfortable, because she was ready to take it up to tempo even though I was not.  Girl.  I have been sight reading these pieces all rehearsal, and I’m rockin’ it.  Please, let’s go up to tempo, be my guest.  GAH!)


Finally, we get to this one song that’s more choral-y, and this song I’m actually designated on the top line.  I really don’t care either way, I’ve just been sight reading the harmonies the whole time.  But one of the other girls gets this concerned look on her face and says, “Oh, I though I was the soprano on this part…” and the music director says, “No, actually Christine is the top on this song, you’re going to be alto.”  And she gets super flustered and says, “I mean, I just don’t know that part, I’m not sure if I can do it….”  Meanwhile, we’re all learning the songs right now.  This isn’t the fifth rehearsal where we’re switching everything up and she’s now super inconvenienced.  Part of me thought of saying that I would just do the alto part, but then I decided not to.  I was assigned that part, you were assigned that part, why is it a big deal?  So the director asks, “I mean, is it a problem you’re on the alto line,” and she gets this disappointed look and shrugs and says, “I mean, it’s just not as fun I guess.”  


Ladies, hear me when I say this.  Do NOT be this girl.  This is the reason why we sopranos get a bad name.  Because we won’t be flexible, because we get pouty when we don’t get the highest note, because we beg for the top harmony and then pretend to complain because it’s so hard.  If it’s so hard, don’t take it!  And honestly, it’s okay to find those notes fun!  They are fun, they’re a blast to sing!  But don’t go pretending it’s some inconvenience to you, we can all see through that act.  That’s the stereotype that sopranos have, that’s the reputation.  Don’t be that.  Be pleasant, flexible, go with the flow, take the notes assigned to you, and for heaven’s sake, stop treating others like they’re lesser singers because they aren’t on the top harmonies.  


This has been a public service announcement.


Your friendly neighborhood soprano (who is horrified by some of her fellow singers),

Christine

The tragic backstory of Adam and Kylo:

(December 2015)

Kathleen: alright, the movie is out, you’re gonna be very busy from now on, but what is really important is that you know what to say in interviews so as to keep the fans satisfied but at the same not reveal too much. 

Adam: I got it. But I’m a method actor, so I gotta be sincere because my character’s feelings are my own, somehow.

Kathleen: so what do you say if they ask you about Kylo Ren?

Adam: that he’s just a really good guy who’s very conflicted and that the light is still in him so we can expect him to turn against the dark side towards the end of the trilogy. Oh, and that he likes Rey.

Kathleen:

Kathleen: you can’t do that.

Adam: no?

Kathleen: no.

Adam: oh… well, then what should I do?

Kathleen: don’t worry, we’ll find a solution.

Kathleen: [cancels all of Adam’s guesting at comicons, forbiddens him and everyone else in the cast from having interviews about his role, writes a big banner that says “in this company we don’t talk about Kylo Ren” and hangs it in the Lucasfilm cafeteria for everyone to see]

Kathleen: this should work, now we just gotta pick directors that are able to keep quiet about Kylo Ren for the next two movies. I’ll be very careful in picking the right people.

(July 2017)

Rian Johnson: KYLO REN MY SWEETHEART ADORABLE LITTLE CHILD WHO DID NO WRONG AND DESERVES EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD

Kathleen: …shit.

Victoria Aveyard answered some RED QUEEN related questions!

These questions were answered by @vaveyard herself during her Orion Books Facebook Live as part of her UK tour. Date: August 29th.

Q: What can we expect in RED QUEEN 4? Will there be more love, betrayal, tears, and murders?

VA: Yes to all of the above. RED QUEEN 4 has a lot going on in it. We’ve got Mare’s point of view, obviously. We’ve still got Evangeline. We’ve got some new ones coming in. And I was just kind of excited to not only keep expanding the world, but sort of tying the ends back together, and hopefully get as many loose ends as I possibly can. It’s been really interesting writing this and realizing I can’t just say ‘oh, I’ll do that in the next book.’ I’ve gotta to do that in this book.

Q: Can Cal sing? Does he have a good singing voice?

VA: I guess no. He wouldn’t really have an opportunity to practice. It’ll be a waste of his time, I think. He appreciates good music. I think he’s more of a classic rock kind of guy. I don’t think he can sing. That’s too many talents. He can only have so many. It’s not right.

Q: We’ve got a lot of questions about movie casting. Do you have any favourites for Maven, Mare, Evangeline, Cal?

VA: This is a can of worms that I never ever want to open. I’m very happy that I’m not a casting director, and I have no dog in this race. So no favourites. I really love seeing fancasts. It’s really interesting to see how readers picture different characters, especially because it can sometimes be different than the way I picture them. For a little while they exist only in my head, and now they exist in other people’s.

Q: Why must you torture us so? (Lol)

VA: Why must I torture you so? It’s what I was put on earth to do. No, I don’t know. I really enjoy it. But I think this is also my way of passing on my own pain and misery from books that have tortured me. I’m a really big A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE, GAME OF THRONES fan. So from those books before I felt anger, rage, and pain. So I just impart one percent of what torture I’ve been through.

Transcript by me ;-)

“Desperate to see you”

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Harrison

 Words: 2075

Warnings: angst but some fluff at the end.

Tags: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: Hope you like it! It just came out of nowhere since it is quite how I’m feeling now so there you go! 

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

MASTERLIST


This was the first time you spent so much time apart. Usually it was just a couple of weeks but this time It had already been a month without him. A month you had spent alone in your house in Kingston. You missed Tom so much, his laugh, his kisses, his cuddles, everything. But he was all across the ocean in New York filming his Spiderman movie. You couldn’t he more proud of him but that didn’t make it easier.

 “What’s wrong babe?” He asked while you two Facetimed. Usually there was no way to keep your mouth shut but that day you barely said a word.

“Mm? Nothing, I’m okay” you half smiled.

 “(Y/N) if you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to but don’t lie to me” he asked you.

 You bite your lip and looked away from the camera. He knew you way too well to trick him. You knew that. Still, you didn’t want him to know about your sadness. He had to be focused, not being worried about his needy girlfriend so you took a deep breath and faked a smile before looking back at the camera.

“Everything’s okay!” You said. “I was just thinking about some stuff I have to get done tomorrow. Sorry” you lied. “How are you? How’s the movie going?” You asked.

 Then he started talking about the scenes he had been shooting, how he tried to do all the stunts even though it could be dangerous or tiring he just loved it. The rush, the adrenaline and everything. He was so excited talking about the shooting that you didn’t have to talk much. Before you noticed he was called back on set so you two said your goodbyes and hung up. It was 3 a.m. for you, so you just went to the bathroom and to bed straight away, praying you got some sleep. 

The next few days were more of the same. Tom called you every time he had some time off between takes to catch up with you and if, for some reason, you weren’t available, he would leave a text or a voicemail. He tried to sound cheerful but the truth was that he was worried about you. He had noticed the change in your attitude during the last few days, he had tried to make you talk about it but you kept on saying you were okay. He knew you were lying but being so far from there was nothing he could do.

“You okay?” Harrison asked him while they were going back to the hotel after another day of shooting. “You’ve been distracted today” he added.

“I’m fine…” Tom mumbled looking down at his phone. It was late in London so you were probably asleep but he had barely heard from you that day.

“Sure?” Harrison insisted. Tom sighed and looked at his friend.

“Something is wrong with (Y/N)” he finally said. “She’s been acting weird lately but she won’t tell me what’s wrong. She just keeps on saying that everything is okay, that she’s just tired”

“Maybe she is?” Hazz suggested.

“No. I know her better than that” Tom frowned. “I think this distance thing is starting to affect her” Harrison frowned and nodded. 

“It is affecting you as well right?” He asked. Tom chuckled sadly.

“Yeah… Damm, I miss her so much Hazz” Tom said leaning his head against the seat.

“Why don’t you take a few days off?” He asked. 

“I tried. They won’t let me at least for another month” Tom said.

“That sucks” Harrison mumbled.

“Tell me about it” Tom sighed.

 His friend patted his leg not knowing what to say or do to make him feel any better. 

On the other side of the world you were going insane. Even talking to Tom was becoming a torture knowing there was no way to reach to him, to touch him. You didn’t know what to do and you knew he just couldn’t come. His work wouldn’t allow it. You spent hours looking at flights to New York. You had to go there, you just couldn’t keep on telling him that everything was okay when you were breaking inside. The prices were crazy. Way too expensive. You did have the money but paying that amount would mean a lot of extra hours next month. Was it worth it?

Tom was going completely crazy. Even Harrison was worried about his best friend. He barely left his hotel room, just to film the movie. He wanted to do nothing, he would just stare at the phone loginly, waiting for your reply all the time, even when he knew it was 4 a.m. in London and you were completely asleep. 

“Man, this has to stop” he finally told his friend during an afternoon they had off.

“What?” Tom said looking up from his phone where Harrison could ser a photo of you.

“You have to see her. You have to go to London even if it’s just for two days but you can’t keep on going like this” Harrison said.

Tom frowned and looked down at his phone, he hadn’t heard from you since the previous evening and he knew you were still awake. He had been texting you but it was like those texts just got lost in the air, like you weren’t getting them. It was driving him crazy. What if something happened to you? He gulped and looked at Harrison.

“You’re right” he said getting up “I have to get on the next plane to England” he added grabbing his laptop.

“What?” Harrison frowned. As much as he agreed on this idea he knew It would have awful consequences if he just disappeared from a shooting. “Tom, wait. You can’t just leave” he said.

“What?” Tom asked looking up. “You’ve just told me to go!”

“And I want you to but you just can’t disappear! You’re Spiderman!” he tried to explain.

“I’m something more important: I’m what (Y/N) needs right now” he said. Harrison knew there was nothing he could do. He had seen that look on Tom’s face before and he knew there was nothing he could say to change his friend’s mind.

“Okay, I’ll call the director and make something up” Harrison said, earning a thankful look from Tom. 

Meanwhile you were going insane trying to find a taxi that would tale you from JFK to Tom’s hotel. You still couldn’t believe you had literally crossed the ocean to see him just for a few days but knowing you were in the same state as him and that you would be seeing him soon, made you feel better instantly. You hadn’t spoke yo him since yesterday and you were dying to but seeing him and seeing his face when you showed up at his door was more important. 

Finally you managed to find a taxi and told the driver to take you to the hotel as fast as he could. As you were heading towards the city you turned on your phone just to find it with plenty of calls and messages from your boyfriend. Biting your lip you chuckled, he was probably climbing up the walls, trying to figure out why you weren’t answering. 

It took you almost 30 minutes and almost 40$ to get to the hotel but after all there you were, standing in the middle of the hall, just minutes away from seeing Tom again. The problem was that you didn’t even know his room number. You took out your phone and was about to calle Harrison when you heard a familiar voice behind you. 

“I know, I know it’s not the best time but-“ you turned around and saw Harrison talking on the phone. Perfect timing. 

“Harrison!” You exclaimed.

He looked in your direction. The moment he realised it was really you, his eyes opened widely, he said something on the phone and hang up walking over you.

“What the fuck?” He said making you laugh. “You… you’re here!” He finally exclaimed happily before hugging you tight. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see Tom” you basically said. “I’ve been having a hard time lately with this distance thing and I just couldn’t keep on waiting” you smiled a little. “I’m crazy right?” You added with a blush.

“No. You’re perfect for him” he smiled widely before hugging you again. “You literally saved him” he chuckled. “Go. Room 412” he told you. 

You took the keycard he was offering you as you wondered what he meant by saving Tom. But you didn’t have time to ask anything. Tom was just there. Immediately you sneaked into an elevator quickly and pressed the 4th floor button. It looked like the slowest elevator ever but finally you were out and soon you found the room. Suddenly you felt nervous out of nowhere. Yes, you had been waiting for this since he left England but what if coming without saying anything was a mistake? 

Well, there wasn’t time to question your actions. Without thinking about it any further you slipped the card and opened the door. The first thing you saw was a suitcase on the floor full of clothes. You frowned and closed the door behind you, leaving your luggage by the door. 

“What did the director said?” You heard Tom’s voice coming out of the bathroom. “Am I screwed? Fired?” He asked. You smiled a little but said nothing. Why would he be fired though? “Harrison?”

And just then his curly hair showed up, looking at the room, expecting to see Harrison there. When he found the room empty he walked out of the bathroom. You bite your lip, trying not to laugh, as you took in the view. He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips. Completely confused, he turned around, finally facing the door and finally seeing you there. He stopped on his tracks, staring at you speechless, like he had just seen a ghost.

It wasn’t possible, you just couldn’t be there, it made no sense at all. You were in England, working and studying your máster, there was no way you could be there in New York, standing in front of him with that innocent smile that used to drive him crazy.

“Surprise?” You finally said with a smile.

Then it hit him. It wasn’t a dream, he didn’t need help, you were there. He took the few steps necessary to get to you and then wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, not saying a single word. You were there, he was holding you. For the first time in a long time you felt at home once again, like everything was right in the world and you were exactly where you were supposed to be. 

“You’re here” he mumbled pulling away to look down at you. 

You bite your lip and nodded still smiling. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, brighter than ever before and all he did was taking your face in his hands and crashing your lips together in a passionate and tender kiss. Your arms went immediately around his neck, to pull his hair and pull him closer to you. He bite your lip, sending a shiver down your spine and making you moan as you let his tongue invade your mouth. Eventually, your lungs cried for air so you forced yourself to pull away but he wouldn’t let you go. He placed his forehead against yours and sighed relieved.

“I love you so much” he whispered. You teared up a little when you heard those words and kissed him again briefly.

“And I love you” you replied. He smiled and hugged you tight, still afraid that this was just a dream. “I have a question” you asked rubbing his bare back. He hummed and kissed your shoulder before looking at you. “Where you going anywhere?”

He laughed and looked at the suitcase before picking you up and carrying you to bed where he put you down before laying down on your top. 

“Let’s just say I was desperate to see you” he said taking in your features. You were about to talk but he shut you up with a kiss. “We can talk later. Now I need you”

And you weren’t going to say no to him. 

earnestly yours | pjm

summary: it doesn’t matter if you and park jimin hate each other’s guts, because you will always get cast opposite each other for the school’s drama productions, and you will always have to kiss.
{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: god was this an impulse write. i actually got the inspiration for this because i hang out with all of the drama kids in school. the play that they’re performing is the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde, and the piece used for the reader’s audition is from all’s well that end’s well by willy shakes. 

Park Jimin and you have a… rich history, most might say. One that extends far past the most recent years of your life, down to the beginning of your schooling when the two of you were competing for the role of Peter Pan in your kindergarten play. Both of you were adamant about playing the role, but it sort of goes without saying that the part went to him because ugh, the patriarchy.

Ever since then, things have always been a little tense between the two of you.

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Warnings: It’s about a porn star, if I have to warn you it will be smutty, you shouldn’t be on my blog. Also, Bucky’s foul swearing mouth, as well as Steve being a shit. Enjoy!


The flush on your face had to be lobster red by this point. Not just a rosy blush which would bring life to your cheeks, but a red so dark you could feel it burn from the roots of your hair all the way down your chest.

You couldn’t believe you were here, doing this, acting this… part, being part of this lifestyle you’d only come to know because of your boyfriend. Never in your life had you been more fascinated, morbidly so, turned on, and jealous all at the same time.

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Boop ya’ll ~

To give this morning a little dose of positivity , I’ll share every positive/funny anecdotes I have concerning my transition
( since there is a lot of discrimination/bad experiences post regarding transitioning so I wanted to share the up side a bit.)

- Having my sister’s boyfriend envy my growing facial hair because he can’t grow a beard properly and mine is developping faster than his.

- Entering stores with a large majority of female clients ( bath and body work,lush,faceshop,etc…) and having cashiers ask me if I am shopping for my girlfriend/sister/mother and seeing their faces when I reply no. ( it usually lead to me and them discussing how good Lush products smell and stuff ahah)

- Having guys going all out to encourage me when I am down about being short/not muscley enough. ( “ ah but there is plenty of short guys!! Dont worry about it, you dah man!!” )

- A client at my post office: “ oh my, you are way too classy and handsome to work in a post office! You should be on the news or someting!”

- Another elderly client: “ You are transitioning right? I just wanted to say you are very courageous, since it must not be easy and I truly admire you and wish you the very best! ”

- Discussing with a dude about how men shower products are always the freaking same scents ( artic wind, pine tree, adventure,etc…) and having him go : “IF I WANT TO SMELL LIKE APPLE PIE AND WATERMELON, I GOT THE RIGHT.”

- Having a small kid say I’m “cool looking.”

- Hearing about my own endrocrinologist doing conferences with futur doctors about Transgenders/Transexuals and improving the quality of treatments and options offered.

- Having the director of a magazine personaly come see me every now and then because he is curious about how my transition is going and excited at how I will look when it’s completed.

- Having my godmothers arrives with their ipad and show me photos of male fashion styles for futur ideas of shopping clothes lol

- The face of people when I show them how I looked pre- transition and seeing them go all: “THATS NOT YOU??? THATS YOU??? OMFG ”

  • [A large Omnic rises behind Soldier]
  • Soldier 76: [turning] He’s bigger than my car now, Lena. Personally, I blame you.
  • Tracer: How can it possibly my fault?
  • Soldier 76: Because otherwise it would be my fault. And that can’t be right; I’m the Director.
  • [Soldier swings onto the creature’s back and opens a panel]
  • Soldier 76: I have the core control and I can see the problem. The chemical-wash made a bad nanochip. I can shut him down by -
  • [The omnic swings wildly]
  • Soldier 76: OK. I’m just gonna be direct.
  • [Soldier shoots the wires to short-circuit them, causing the omnic to fall]
  • Tracer: Director Morrison? Director? Jack!!
  • Soldier 76: I’m just going to lay here for a while, Lena. I’m old now, and I get tired.
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anonymous asked:

Hi hi scenario where jimin is your boss and likes you since you starded working for him. He gets jealous and angry when he sees his worker flirt with you and take his anger at you. (You think he hates you but sometimes he is really nice to you the sweet side him makes you like him) at late night work you two fight it drives you to quit but he doesnt want to let you go and things leds you to sex (kinky, heated and with a lot of dirty talk) later he confesses to you... LOL sorry to detailed

Office Wars:

With an indignant growled your hands balled up at your desk seeing the large file that was just dropped down by your boss’s assistant. You clicked your tongue nodding your head, slowly trying to get your anger down and under your belt. But Jimin always did something that would seem to piss you off whenever you came into work. It made no sense it was like he fucked with you on purpose because he knew that he could get under your skin and cause a reaction out of you.  You pressed your feet into the ground one into the other your hands drumming against your leg as you made your way towards his office. Knocking harshly on the door, listening to his receptionist shout “he’s busy” well too fucking bad! Storming in you saw Jimin there his hands pressed down on the desk in a general meeting. All his fellow company heads sitting down looking at you, and their looks were anything less than intrigued. You had on a simple dress that was skin tight and curved up your body but the ends flared out in a wave motion, the dark soft blue dress bringing out your eyes. Your heels were thigh high boots that you just had to wear on this cold day (and you knew that Jimin would be looking) but seeing him right now you regretted all of it.

“Miss Y/N.” Jimin said sternly after getting over his shock of seeing you and of course you looked breathtaking like always but today you had gone overboard with him always bursting through his doors as if you owned the place, it was time to put you in line.

“I’m.. Sorry I can come back.” You muttered quietly as you tried to back up.

“No. You wanted to come in and interrupt us. Please tell me what was so important that you would interrupt a director board meeting.” The way Jimin said those words made your skin crawl. And looking at him, the black suit and white shirt with a black tie looking good on him. His light brown locks falling into his eyes and a golden earing shined from where he stood. He was so sexy, his thighs looking firm and taut in those slacks. Swallowing you sighed not wanting to do this in front of all his friends, all the fire in your system down and dead now. Hesitantly you opened your mouth holding up your file.

“This is too much work on top of everything else, I can’t finish this tonight.” You were going to keep going but one of the men started laughing, looking up at you he tilted his head.

“Did you really come interrupt the head of your company to tell him you couldn’t do his work? Didn’t know you let your workers run so.. Wild here Jimin.” The male with dark brown hair stated, a goofy deep laugh from his throat as he watched Jimin whose ears flared up.

“Excuse me?” You asked steadying your feet because that was over the line. “Wild?! Did you call me wild?”

“I said all of his employees and I certainly didn’t stutter but it warms my heart to know you can hear. Now if you will excuse us grown men are talking.” He called himself dismissing you, and your eyes opened wide a few dry laughs from your throat as you took a step forward the heat from your anger radiating off your body.

“Grown man?? You sound like a fucking child who just lost minutes at recess. How about you watch your mouth and don’t tell me what to do because you’re not my fucking boss and even if you were which you would never be I would never-“

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted your name harshly. The fire in his eyes told you that it would be in your best interest to keep quiet. “Right now, you are acting like a child and I am very disappointed in you, either do the work or pack up and don’t come back.” Jimin warned causing you to slowly back away from him and storm off in a heat of emotions. And ever since that day a week ago, you had never stepped foot in his office again or even bothered to say shit when you were tired and overworked.

“Don’t feel to stressed Y/N I have to do the same work that you do and I know together we will get through it.” A cute nerdy co-worker told you, his hand on your shoulder as he tried to comfort you and soon he was hugging you close around the waist, his hands tightly gripping onto your hips. Jimin saw all of this and he became more upset at you and the guy touching you, to the point where he had his assistant drop a massive stack of files onto your desk. Seeing the stack, your mind went blank. You couldn’t go into his office and demand he talk it out with you, it would only end in you possibly getting embarrassed by someone again. Sighing softly, you leaned back in your chair waiting for the day to end.

Chuckling lightly with your feet propped on your desk you made sure that you were not doing a fucking thing during work. Playing on your cellphone watching the images pop up on your screen as you dashed the little cookies across the flat surface sighing in contentment. Once the last person from the job packed up their shit and was leaving, you grabbed the files and shut down everything at your desk walking towards Jimin’s office because you knew he stayed late on the weekdays so he could go party on the weekends. Meaning his assistant was gone as well. Hearing slight grunts and groans you pushed open the door of his office seeing Jimin hunched over his paper work, annoyance in his rigid position. He had taken off his suit jacket leaving him in just a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened a bit, and from what you could see it looked as if he had on gray pants and a belt.

“Unless you’re here to say you have finished my work I told you that you could go home Ms. Jieun.” He called his office assistant name making you smile as you slammed the door and walked up to his desk, slamming the large files on it. Some papers scattered everywhere and Jimin’s facial expression was priceless. Eyes raised behind his clear oval glasses, and mouth hanging open at the fact that the papers were getting disorganized.

“I’m not Jieun, but I am quitting so have a nice night and you know fuck you.” You smiled sweetly turning on your heels walking towards the door.

“Such a spoiled brat.” Jimin spat through clenched teeth, his eyes roaming over your curved figure, eyes going to your ass waiting for you to halt in your tracks and when you did he kept going. “What can’t get your co-worker to drool over you and do your work so now you quit you little baby girl?” He asked in a teasing small voice mocking you. Turning around on your heels you felt your anger rise more with that man.

“Fuck you, besides it’s not my fault he’s a real man.” You tried to hit below the belt.

“Baby anyone can be a real man to a spoiled brat like you. Your problem is you don’t know your place. And you aren’t quitting you’re going to come clean up these fucking papers and finish your work. Either right now or early in the morning.” Jimin stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Feeling extra smart with him, your hands crossed behind your back as you walked forward towards him. Leaning over his desk with a crooked smile you looked him in his eyes.

“Make me.” You said teasingly. In a flash your head was being brought down to the stack of papers on the male’s desk. Jimin smirked getting up as he held you in place walking around you slowly and keeping you there he leaned over you pulling your head back by your hair, his hand going down to slap your ass through your thin tight pink skirt, His hand gripped at the hems pushing it up over your plump ass.

“Gladly.” He stated as he positioned himself behind you, his eyes taking in your body greedily from head to toe.

“Y-you can’t do this!” You shouted to him and he started slapping your ass again causing you to wince and squirm under him.

“Aww does it hurt?” He tsked softly ripping at your panties pulling them from your body. He spread your legs wider looking down at your pussy his hand moving to grip and pull your ass cheek apart from the other groaning as he saw your body exposed to him. “I can do whatever the fuck I want because I’m the boss here and you’re the girl who is going to learn her place, and how to stop walking around acting as if you own the business and not me.”

You were going to retort, but Jimin even pulled away from you loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, if you wanted to leave you would’ve did so then, you didn’t know if he would have caught you or let you go but you choose to stay here and take this from him. And he couldn’t help but feel the pride swell up in his body. Jimin let his shirt hang open, taking off his belt he sat it beside your head pushing your body to rest against the files. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to use that.” He said to you leaning down to lick a stipe up your ass cheek. He reached his hands around your body, gripping at the front of your button up shirt he ripped it open letting the buttons pop from the places that they were intact landing in different areas of his room. He leaned down to lick down your neck slowly burying his face in your neck, he slowly rocked his hips against yours moaning against your skin.

“You don’t know how long, I have waited to feel your body under mine. And I know you do this to me on purpose, swaying your hips and interrupting me because you know I’ll look at this body and want to devour everything including this cute little pussy.” Jimin reached a hand down to slap at your pussy causing your hips to jolt, a groan passing through your lips as he pulled back to look at you. Gripping at his tie he kissed your lips, his mouth moving against yours to distract you as he got the tie around your neck, pulling it back he made your body arch as he got on his knees, he pulled the tie down hard enough to bit into your skin and cut off your breathing slowly. He got between your legs his face pressing against your plump ass cheeks as his tongue made quick work of coating your pussy lips with his spit. He licked up and down slowly playing with your slit until he was pushing his tongue on the inside licking against your clit slowly, moaning at how good you seemed to taste already. He stopped seeing your hands reach for the tie, you were trying to fight it a bit, especially since he was trying to tame you. Jimin with a frown pushed himself back up, grabbing at his belt he grabbed at your hands pressing them against your lower back and tightening his belt around your wrist even looping it in ways you didn’t know possible. He tried again, lifting your body back while each hand held an end of the tie and smiling proudly he went back to his work licking up and down your folds diving his tongue in to tease at your entrance.

“Well look at whose excited.” He snickered at how wet you were, spreading your legs wider, he pushed his tongue inside of your pussy moaning as he thrust it in and out slowly, his tongue swirling and coating your pink insides with his salvia. He moaned as he let his face press against your ass, his tongue pushing as deep as it could, thrusting and twisting so that he could find your spot. He curved it after sometime, not giving you more until he felt a slow push of your hips backwards. Looking up at you and focusing on your body he could see how your head was rolling back your mouth dropping open as strangled cries left your parted lips. He wanted more, curving his tongue and speeding it up making it vibrate on the inside of your pussy. He could feel your essence start to trail down his chin and drop onto his pants but he didn’t care he enjoyed the sound of your wet pussy as he tongue fucked you, how your breast hardened up inside of your black lace bra begging for his attention.

You were embarrassed by the fact that you were turned on already, how it felt to have him pressing his pink muscle inside of your tight pussy. Your hips were too busy following their own accord pushing back against his face, you could feel yourself become a little light headed but it only added to your excitement, your hands clasping together as you tried not to use much strength, his tongue seemed to find your spot giving a particular sharp jerk of your hips. Your body betraying you but your mind reminding you how he was your boss and this was against company policy. Damn that right now, you didn’t care you just wanted Jimin.

“Please.” You choked out hoarsely not entirely sure he heard you but he must have known you wanted something, because soon you were being slammed down on the desk, two of his fingers plunging inside of you as he loosened the tie a little bit looking down at you.

“What was that my good girl?” He teased brushing his fingers against your bundle of nerves, your pussy tightened around his fingers as you let out a cry of pleasure, his eyes searching yours as his long digits pushed and pulled in and out of you.

“Please fuck me!” You cried out, wanting to touch him, your bound hands gripping at the hems of his shirt.

“Hmm, I don’t know you haven’t been a good girl.” Jimin admitted with a frown pulling his fingers back and sucking on them.

“JIMIN PLEASE.” You growled out watching him make lewd sloppy slurping actions as he cleaned off his fingers, his eyes seemed to glow with mischief as the tips of his bangs fell into them.

“Get on your knees and prove you can be a good girl then I will.” He stated. Rolling your eyes, you almost didn’t do it until you saw him move to get his stuff. Scurrying to your feet you moved to get on your knees and you crawled over to him slowly, the carpet biting into your knees, as your boots rolled down your legs. Jimin walked the rest of the way, watching you and petting your head, he moved back to unzip his pants slowly, biting his lips as he undid his button letting his slacks drop and then his boxers. “I’ve waited on your tongue so long. I can’t wait to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Jimin pulled down his boxers, his shaft lightly hitting you in the face. Your mouth watered as you saw the size and you couldn’t lie it made you a bit wetter seeing how big he was. Your tongue darted out after you took a moment to yourself, licking up the bottom of his shaft towards the tip. Jimin groaned lowly already throwing his head back, and despite hating him sometimes him letting you know he did feel you after fighting you so long made you want to do more and please him, your way of apologizing for being the brat that you sometimes were. Your tongue rolled against the tip of his shaft, your teeth nibbling on the mushroom feeling his cock twitch and the precum paint your lips. Licking it up your mouth parted as you sunk your mouth forward onto his shaft. He groaned gripping at the strands of your hair but he let you control it. Your eyes watered slowly as you forced yourself to take all of him in, pulling back to breathe and get your mouth wet you sunk back forward burying him into your wet canvas, your tongue rolling and licking side to side on the underside of his cock. Finding his veins your let your tongue play with them and trace the little paths while your mouth stretched around him, Jimin was a trembling mess trying to not rut his hips forward. But what did it for him, was when you grazed your teeth ever so gently across his shaft. A tremble pulled from his body that became littered with goosebumps. He tightened his grip on your hair, holding your head in place he started to slam his cock into your mouth making sure that he could feel the back of your throat brushing against his tip as he face fucked you. His balls slapped against your chin gathering the spit that formed there and dripped onto the floor, your eyes were becoming blurred with wetness, the outline of him not becoming apparent until you blinked away some of the wetness. Your eyes stare at him wanting to burn the image in your brain of how good he looked with his head down back and stomach tightening those define muscles popping out and the lines of his abs hardening with every clench of his stomach. How he called out your name in a husked voice dripping with lust wasn’t anything less than arousing and your pussy was creating a puddle on the floor itself. You were choking for him, the burn became more as you gagged a bit but willed yourself to hold it down, the sounds only adding to Jimin’s throbbing erection. He felt close, too close. Pulling back from you he slapped your face twice on the left cheek, gripping at your cheeks to squish them together causing you to moan.

“You dirty fucking girl do you see what you do to me? You got to fix this now, I’m too hard. And I’m needy for you. But at least it will be the real thing and not my hand getting me off. “Jimin admitted picking you up by your hair. He moved to quickly push you to the desk on your stomach first. His hands spreading your legs wide.

“A-aren’t you going to move the papers?!” You asked him as he ground his hips against yours his shaft becoming extra coated by your juices as your hips impatiently pushed back against his.

“No.” He said simply looking you in the eyes. “You get to clean it up after I fuck you.” Grinning in victory he slammed himself inside of you, his hands undoing the belt he grabbed at your hips steadying himself to bury himself balls deep inside of your walls. He made sure you took every inch, the warm wet walls causing a loud groan of pleasure to ripple from his parted lips. How his face twisted in pleasure as he slammed into you. Some of the paper files started to slide off the desk, in the manila folder and falling on the floor scattering faintly. Jimin didn’t care it made him fuck you harder to see how many files he could ruin while he ruined you in the process. His hand came up starting to slap at each of your ass cheeks, watching as your hips rolled from the slaps and took him deeper it seemed the slick smooth walls wrapping around him. He gripped your hips tighter, holding onto the skirt so that he could slam into your harder the smacking sound of your hips colliding bouncing off the walls and his hands pulled the fabric up some, watching your ass bounce against his shaft. Jimin grabbed at one of your hands spreading your ass cheeks wide with his free hand he pressed your middle finger against your asshole. “Fuck your pretty little asshole, I can’t double penetrate you properly so I want you to do it for me.” He commanded.

Before you could enter your finger inside of you he brought your hand up to his mouth sucking on two of your fingers coating them with his spit and keeping his eye contact with you before letting them go. Your skin burned slightly from becoming flustered by you found your puckered star pressing your slim middle finger inside of your tight asshole. Groaning slightly, you pushed it as deep as you could, moving it in and out slowly as he grabbed at both of your ass cheeks spreading them wide to watch you. “Look at how greedy that whole is too. How you just take my cock so well and your finger? You’re such a little slut that just likes to get filled, aren’t you?” When you didn’t answer Jimin slowed down moving agonizingly slow. “I asked a question.” He commanded wanting you to answer.

“Yes- yes Jimin! I’m a dirty slut alright now fuck me like it!” That was all he needed to hear. Pulling out of you he turned you onto your back, slamming you down to scatter more papers. You gave him a dark look and for the first time that day you saw a sheepish smile appear on his lips as he spread your legs back wide wrapping them around his chest. He leaned over you latching your mouth on his as he pushed back into you rocking his hips forward. Slowly fucking you until he built up speed, he continued to abuse your pussy winding his hips forward and making sure that his hips didn’t disconnect from yours too long. His tongue slipped into your mouth drinking up your cries of pleasure as your tongues tangled together. Your free hand moved to grip at his locks pulling them as you desperately tried to control the kiss which you had to submit too as he switched his hips to swirl and slam against your spot using that against you. It was like he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat, tracing it over every inch in your mouth until spit seemed to drip from your lips again he pulled back going for your breast. He pulled your bra down with one hand freeing your hardened nipples his mouth latched onto the skin taking his time sucking each one of them with his tongue lapping at the skin flicking up and down. He bit harshly on your nipples causing your head to roll back as his hand went down to your clit. He started a process of rubbing your clit in a fast circle with his index finger, only to stop and tap against the throbbing bud. Your hips pushed back against his and Jimin loving the fight you gave picked you up off the desk.

He moved you pulling out of you so that he could sit down and situate himself. Your hand moved from your tight asshole and you pouted slightly at the loss. He gripped at your hips once he was ready helping you slide down onto his stiff cock that penetrated you even deeper from this angle. You tried to push from him. Planting your hands on his lower stomach so that you could move and ride him but Jimin wasn’t having that knocking your hands from under you Jimin made sure that you were laying back against him. His hand reached around to rub at your clit as his hips snapped up. You cried out, body shaking on top of him. “Look at me.” Jimin urged biting on the inside of your arm.

You did as told, your hands gripping onto his hair. Your eyes searched him as he rubbed your clit harder with two fingers this time his hips slamming up against yours to press against your spot.

“Hnng~ ah-ah Jimin! Fuck Jimin!” Your voice and words were falling you, a mix of made up words leaving your lips until you couldn’t do anything else but moan for him. Trying to signal you were close but your head kept rolling back. Jimin smirked speeding up his ministrations on your body drinking in the sight of you now loosing yourself on top of him. As your orgasm got closer he paused his dick inside of you just rubbing your clit. Sure enough your hips raised off of him your orgasm sweeping through you and cum sliding from your body as he worked on your clit. He moaned seeing your essence shoot from your pussy slamming upwards to enter you again he made quick shallow thrusts into you, he could feel his own cock throbbing but he sought to get you off again, feeling the familiar clench of your walls around his cock. He had you cumming again in no time, almost breaking the chair as he let out a growl. He pushed you forward back on the desk gripping your hips to keep abusing your sweet spot the overstimulation had you grabbing back at him but he only gripped at your hand to hold it with his.

“In or out?” He asked short of breath his eyes rolling as he throbbed inside.

“In! In please Jimin give me your cum. I want your cum. I’m your dirty little slut I want to feel all of you just like in my fantasies!” You blurted out in the heat of the moment. Jimin gasped the news was too much for him and he came spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His hips jerked forward bruising your ass until he felt his cum leaving his system, slowing down his hips he leaned over you kissing up your arm slowly until he was kissing your temple, your sweaty baby hairs resting against your head as you gave him a lazy look.

Jimin scooped you up gently sitting back down with you in his lap, his fingertips rubbing at your sides as he gave a goof crooked smile.

“So.. You think about me. Like a lot lot right?” Hearing the boyish giggle from his lips had you rolling your eyes as you pushed at his shoulders, feeling the blissful silence be ruined.

“Go away you fucked up a perfect moment!” You complained but you were secretly happy to see this side of him once again, the side you loved so much.

“Well I don’t think we are getting anymore work done tonight, so how about I take you back home and you show me how I do it in your fantasies?” He asked kissing on your neck and you hummed smiling sweetly.

“They also include breakfast in bed and baths with Mr. Park.” You grinned kissing his lips.

“Always?” He asked in a shock tone peering at you through his bangs.

“Nope. That fantasy just started a few minutes ago.” You teased him shrugging your shoulders. Wrapping his arms tightly around you he stood up slowly sighing as he pulled out of you helping you get undressed.

“Like I said, spoiled princess but I would rather have you be mine… Are you?” He asked once again as you were walking to his door with him.

“I will agree to some terms and conditions.” You admitted smiling widely as you grabbed his hand leaning into his side.

“Well good because we don’t get to talk about these terms and conditions until your pretty ass is bent over picking up my papers and then maybe I’ll bend you over my desk, but all in due time little one. For right now I have a few of my own fantasies to live out including an elevator quickie.” He admitted picking you up and carrying you towards the elevator at the end of the hall, leaving the ruined office for someone else to deal with because he was not letting you leave his bed the next morning.