the perfect sentence

i lost my voice for a week & nobody noticed because i never freaking talk

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Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours. 

Genre: frat boy!au | smut  | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

Word count: 9 575

a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for  endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)


You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

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The whole outrage over Harrison liking a social media post made me think about how fandoms can be very unhealthy in the way they view people. If you put someone on a pedestal ofcourse they are going to disappoint you. Especially young people need to learn that even though someone is ‘famous’ or known they are still a person, and people make and say stupid stuff all the time. The fact that you as a fan made up this fantasy and projected that image onto a real human being that exists in the world, is never that person’s fault. Fantasize all you want, but learn to differentiate between reality and fantasy.

Also there’s this sprint to judgement, like a single action or inaction define this person that you have never met or doesn’t even know. Just because something doesn’t match the fantasy image you have made up in your mind doesn’t make them a bad person. It only makes them human. 

In this case the subject matter is very serious, but liking something that is essentially a joke, is not a perfect reflection of what the person liking it thinks about the subject, or is even close to being a statement on their part. It’s possible to think a topic is horrible and disagree with actions related to that topic and still laugh at jokes that concerns them. Not that everyone is likely to feel the same about that joke, and that’s fine. But to simple reduce someone’s person to that single action of liking something is very unhealthy and unfair. I’m sure there are alot of fans that have said some horrible things on this website and done things they’re not proud of, and they are not defined by those actions and those words. It’s one thing to say ‘okay that is not funny dude‘, and another to completely judge them as a horrible person.

It’s like when you know someone and they make a stupid joke, and you go ‘that’s not funny dude’ and they go ‘yeah I know’, and you both laugh. Alot of you like to imagine you’re a famous person’s ‘friend’, but seeing how you treat this so called ‘friend’, I’m not sure that’s the right word. Friends are friends because we know they aren’t perfect, we know they mean well but can be very stupid sometimes. Friendships are not about saying perfect sentences together in an endless loop, never growing or changing. It’s the opposite.

Especially when you’re young you have less experience of being judged, so you are less careful, simply because you don’t know better.

There’s this thing that actors like Chris Pratt use to say about the fact that they weren’t famous in their twenties, and that they are very grateful for that, because everyone has alot of growing and learning to get through in their twenties.

So yeah, my view on this is that maybe chill a little, and not become this outrage machine as soon as another human being does something stupid. YOU want compassion and understanding, so it’s your duty to show that to the world aswell. That doesn’t mean you can’t disagree with a thing or say they are wrong. You definitely can. Just treat other people as you want to be treated.

Thank you for reading.
Nea

Update: harrison tweeted an apology and unliked the post. Need I say more?

13luecloud  asked:

Hi! (LOL, I'm so awkward. 😂) I have a question: do you have tips on writing striking first (and last) sentences? Whenever I try to start writing I always stress a lot on the first sentences (and the last ones) because I believe readers remember them the most. Often I back down from writing because I don't believe the first sentence is good enough. I've been reading stories and books and observed how they do it to help myself to do better, but I still end up with the same problem.

Writing Striking First and Last Lines

Listen up, and listen well: the first sentence of your first draft is allowed to be terrible.  It is not a reflection on your skills as a writer, and certainly not any indication of how the rest of your draft will be. Beginnings are stressful as hell, but you shouldn’t let it get in your way. 

Some people have first sentence block, some people have first page block. They start writing, can’t think of anything good enough, and end up staring at a blank document for hours, waiting for inspiration to strike and a perfect first sentence to appear on the screen. My advice? Don’t wait for inspiration, you’ll never get anything done that way. 

Let’s look at the function of first and last lines. I’ll use examples from one of my favourite books, Uprooted by Naomi Novik.

First Line:

The first sentence needs to pose a “why” question to the reader. 

Our Dragon doesn’t eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley.” 

So, this tells me that the protagonist lives in a valley with a somewhat notorious Dragon. This Dragon takes girls away, but doesn’t eat them. 

I’m immediately left wondering, who is this Dragon and why doesn’t he eat girls? Why does he take girls if not to eat them? 

I’m left curious, but not confused. I want to know why, and so I’m going to read on. This is an excellent first sentence that does its job of hooking the reader. 

Last Line (!!Spoiler Warning!!)

The last sentence needs to answer that question, or if there is a sequel, hint at a new question. 

““Come and meet my mother,” I said. I reached out and took his arm.”

 These are the last two sentences, but they’re short and work well together. 

Throughout the novel, we’re presented with many questions. The initial “Who is the Dragon?” quickly develops to a “Who will Dragon become to our protagonist?” and this last line answers it. (Of course, there are questions of the “Will the world be saved?” variety in the middle).

This ending is also a reflection of the beginning. The story starts when the Dragon unexpectedly takes our seemingly unremarkable protagonist into his world. The story ends with our protagonist taking the Dragon into hers. We’ve come to full circle, and this last line gives us closure.

When we first start writing our story, we often only have a vague idea of the questions that we’ll be presenting to our readers. These questions become clearer as we write on.  

And remember, people often start their story in the wrong place. They start it too early, or maybe too late. They’re looking for a perfect first line in the wrong place. Imagine that, the first line that you spent days and days on being scrapped in revisions. 

The best advice I can give is this: if the first sentence/paragraph/page is holding you back, then start at the second. Put it aside, start writing your your story at a place you feel comfortable and confident, orient yourself and then come back later. The most important thing to do is write.

Don’t stress it, give it a go, and you may find that somewhere down the line, a perfect first line may come to you. 

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owldearest  asked:

A request since I need cuteness, Iggy x Reader, "Comfort."

Ignis blinks owlishly at you from across the room before bursting out in a full bodied laughter as he eyes your completely powder covered form.

Despite the fact that you are covered head to toe in flour, he pulls you into a gentle embrace and bemusedly says, “My flower, we all make mistakes.”

“You don’t,” you groan partially at his horrible pun and partially at your own clumsiness, “you’re perfect and you deserve someone perfect.”

You can feel his breath tickle your skin as he chuckles, “Failed attempt at opening a bag does not make me love you less. In fact, darling, your imperfections are what endear you to me and I love you all the more for them.”

» send me a pairing/character & a word; i’ll write a 5 sentence fic.

Basics for the Wards: Suggestions for improving your SOAP notes

When I was a first year we had basically no guidance on our notes, and as a result I was lazy with mine and developed bad habits. When I got to clinical rotations during third year my notes were horrible and it took a lot of feedback and effort to improve them. 

In my experience helping med students improve their notes, as well as feedback on my own notes, here are some suggestions. This is mostly oriented towards an outpatient-type SOAP note, but also relevant to inpatient SOAP notes.

1. Note writing is different from anything else you’ve written before.
And it does not come intuitively, it is a skill that you work on. While a SOAP note or H&P may be a page or more, it is not an essay. You do not need to write “The patient says the cough causes pain in her left side,” when “Painful cough, left side” will do. You do not have to have perfect grammar and sentence structure. Why?

2. Condense condense condense.
Because nobody has time to read or write a novel. Be as brief as possible while still communicating the relevant info (what is the complaint? when did it start? inciting event? exacerbating/relieving factors? if their is paint what is the quality/radiation/level on a scale of 10, etc). This may mean you scribble notes in the patient encounter and then distill them in your SOAP note.

3. Organize the complaints.
Do not give me three separate sentences about the cough with an interjection in the middle that the patient stopped taking their headache medicine. Group your complaints together, with the chief complaint (AKA why they are there) at the top.

4. The subjective.
ALWAYS start your subjective with “Patient Q is a xyz year old M/F who presents with blah blah blah”. EVERY. NOTE. EVERY. TIME.

The subjective is where you write what people tell you. Everything in your subjective will be coming from the patient unless otherwise specified. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE ‘PATIENT SAYS’ or ‘HE/SHE STATES’ EVERY SENTENCE. We know the patient is saying those things, putting that in there makes your subjective wordy to read and time consuming to write. Remember, sentence structure doesn’t have to be perfect.

Every subjective should have a brief review of systems of things not included in the chief complaint. It does not take very much time and ensures that you are being thorough. Ones I always hit on are: headaches, fevers, fatigue, vision changes, nasal congestion, sore throat, cough, trouble breathing, chest pain, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, constipation, diarrhea, trouble peeing, muscle/joint pain, rashes, swelling.

Your do not need to put past medical/surgical/family history in your SOAP note unless something has changed or it is relevant to the visit (Ex: “Bobby is a previously healthy 5 year old boy with a history of asthma who presents today complaining of wheezing and shortness of breath” OR “MaryAnn is a 77 year old lady with a past history of multiple abdominal surgeries for diverticulitis who presents with a left sided abdominal bulge”). Otherwise, that info is in the H&P that was done when the patient was first admitted to the hospital or began coming to clinic. Your SOAP note is not a history and physical.

5. Objective
This is where data goes, things you see with your eyeballs or feel or hear. Most objectives are organized like this:
Vitals
Labs (CMP, CBC, etc)
Physical exam (that you do!)
Imaging (ultrasound, chest x-ray, etc)

6.Objective: Vitals
If you are hand-writing your note vitals go on one line like this:
BP HR T RR O2 (L/RA)
Not
BP
HR
T
RR
O2 (L/RA)

6. Objective: Physical exam
The biggest thing I have noticed is the first years either aren’t doing a physical exam or they write ‘normal’ or ‘no significant physical exam findings’. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER EVER DO THIS. Why? Well, for starters, your normal and my normal may be two very different things. ‘Normal’ does not tell me what you looked at, what it looked like/felt like, or help me see how you used your physical exam to arrive at your diagnosis. Finally, IT IS LAZY AND ARROGANT. As students we have not had the necessary clinical experience to say what normal is.

7. Assessment
OK, time to regroup. There has been a lot of information. Summarize all your findings and what you think is going on, along with a differential. Example: Patient is an ### yo M/F with a chief complaint of XYZ, relevant objective findings such as vitals, labs, physical exam, imaging. Suspect patient has blah blah blah due to evidence, but differential includes yakkety yak and whatever.

8. Plan
I suggest grouping plan under each problem. So, if a patient is here with cough and sore throat but also has hypertension and needs a med refill, those would be two separate problems each with their own plan. Be sure to list dose of med and directions for taking it, as well as a return to clinic if (such as, return to clinic if no improvement in 3 weeks, consider antibiotics and imaging). This will help if someone sees the patient for followup after you. For clarity sake, I suggest formatting like this:

Problem 1 (chief complaint)
- plan
- plan

Problem 2 (second most important problem)
- plan
- plan

And so on.

Good luck!

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“He brings to his responsibility an extraordinary compassion as well as competence and I think people know that. Every day that goes by I see him doing more and more to try to fulfill his vision for the kind of country he wants for our daughter and for all children, and I just think we’re very lucky to have him at this point in our history…and I say that as a totally objective observer!”

I Hear the Secrets That You Keep

Eddie is a talker. All the time. Nonstop. Everyone sees him as innocent and though he nags a lot he means well. Richie however knows it’s not true. He never shuts up. He’s worse than Richie when he talks to him. Insults creatively made up, blunt questions, facial expressions that show his disbelief or doubt. Richie almost can’t take it sometimes because Eddie doesn’t see how hurtful it can be. He doesn’t intend to do so much damage, he’s just so assertive and harsh sometimes. But the good part of being closer to Eddie than the rest of them is that when he sleeps over, he gets to share a bed. None of the others can, not even Beverly and she’s almost as bad a neat freak. It’s nothing funny, Eddie just trusts Richie the most.


The reason Richie can handle it is because Eddie is a talker. All the time. Nonstop. This means he talks in his sleep. No mumbling or mincing of words. Full blown sentences. Perfect pronunciation. As if he’s just chatting to himself with his eyes closed. Not only is it the cutest to watch him talk about his day as his brain processes it, but Richie loves it because in his sleep, to himself, he is soft and gentle. And truthful. Eddie can get away with saying things about Richie’s mom, or calling his dick small, or saying his glasses make him look like a bug because in his sleep, he sings along to a different tune.


In his sleep on the first night Richie was allowed to sleep close, Eddie said Richie’s name clearly, and smiled. He thought the kid was awake but he was just snoozing away, saying his name every so often and smiling, seeming to find comfort in the name like one does a prayer. This went on a few other times but a few months later, as they start to drift off, Eddie says something that causes Richie to jump. He says he needs him. Clear as day, like a fact from a textbook. “Richie I need you.” Still as a picture, Richie stares at him with wide eyes. It’s the only thing he says all night but it’s enough to make him lose sleep.


Again, a few months later, “Richie I love you.” Eddie is curled up against Richie, a position the others refuse to believe due to Eddie’s insistence to NOT be touched during his waking hours. He’s different with Richie. More insufferable when the sun is up, but more vulnerable when the moon comes out to shine. Richie can’t help but smile in confusion, as Eddie keeps saying these small wonders. He softly pets his hair, Eddie smiling and talking nonstop as usual, but with much better words.

“Richie I love you.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re my favorite person.”

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

“Richie you’re so hard to talk to.”

“I know I can be mean I’m sorry.”

“I trust you.”

“I need you.”


The kicker of the whole thing that even Richie didn’t know- the twist of all these months of truths and blurred confessions, to Richie would be even more unbelievable than Eddie being a cuddler to the others. Despite Eddie’s sleepy voice, despite his deep breathing or closed eyes. Eddie was always awake. He was awake to feel Richie giggle. He was awake to feel his hand in his hair. He was conscious to feel him sigh in comfort. He was present to hear Richie reciprocate his sentences in hushed whispers.

“I need you too.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you Eddie.”

“You’re worth the hassle.”

“Don’t be sorry it’s actually really great.”

“Eddie don’t be afraid.”

“You’re so wonderful.”

“I hope you never stop feeling this way.”


Some things are just easier to say when the person you say them to can’t see your face. Sometimes it’s easier to be vulnerable when sleep is the assumed culprit. One thing is for sure, Eddie was finding it easier and easier to open up. In fact, he thought while drifting off, maybe I’ll tell him I love him when I open my eyes. Richie remained unaware of the other boy’s thoughts, and had no idea what tomorrow would bring. He had no idea how great it was going to be.


@incorrectitquotes idk I just felt like writing and you’re the first blog I thought of that might like a small fic. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

jamesandlilyaredead  asked:

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..” for the 5 sentence thing! (bellarke obvs) <3

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

Bellamy looks up and has to just blink for a minute. He’d heard Clarke use her key to get in, but he wasn’t expecting to see his best friend is drenched from the thunderstorm outside with a bright blue bra visible in HD through her soaked white shirt and a pitiful look on her face. He lifts an arm immediately and Clarke sniffles before coming over to stand in front of him, still unsure.

“I’ll ruin the couch,” she hedges. Bellamy rolls his eyes and pats the seat next to him, but before Clarke can sit down, his dog Ellie jumps into the vacant position. It at least makes Clarke laugh, a weak noise.

“She’s like a shark. She’s just waiting for the invitation,” he grumbles, standing and guiding Clarke over to his spot with firm hands. “Don’t move. I’m going to get you dry clothes.”

By the time he gets back with a pair of his coziest sweatpants and a towel and some heated up soup and a six pack (so sue him, he’s absolutely the Mom Friend and he rocks it), Clarke is dozing on Ellie, face pressed into fur, the dog arranged protectively around her. He smiles and wedges himself in beside them, stroking Ellie’s nose.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

As he restarts his show, Clarke’s fingers tangle with his. She squeezes once before she drifts all the way to sleep.

(Send me the first line of a thing and I’ll fill in the rest)