they were supposed to be in disguise

anonymous asked:

pls expand on your ridiculous experiences during one semester at a fake college

okay I got a few asks about this so let me see what I can remember right now. These might not all be in chronological order

- At orientation, they were talking about the reservation near campus and all these pretty sites and this kid in the back of the auditorium goes “So uhh…heard this place might be built over a Native American burial ground?”

- The speaker: “…Let’s not think about that, okay?”

- The freshman were on campus alone for like a week and a half (other than the RA’s) before the other students and I just. The parties. Were out of control. An ambulance was called basically every night.

- I walked into the bathroom the first night there to find a girl literally dying because someone slipped something in her drink and she was having a Very Bad Reaction

- Sting- you know, the singer- ‘s son lived in my residence hall. This boy almost accidentally killed me on three separate occasions (while I was just trying to do my laundry)

- I told my family about this at Thanksgiving. Everyone in the room advised me to seduce him

- I ate breakfast in the dining hall exactly once. I got scrambled eggs. I noticed no one had brought out ketchup with the condiments and politely asked about it. I received glares from at least ten different people. Apparently people there don’t believe in ketchup on eggs.

- There were these two boys in my English class known as “The Lumbard Guys”. They didn’t live in my residence hall, but they would come over almost every night, start a party, and destroy part of the basement.

- At orientation this one kid got mad and set his shoe on fire to prove a point

- Also at orientation like??? My roommate disappeared???? And I never saw her again???

- Listen like…this campus just looked like the perfect setting for a horror film, but none of the people from the area got that. They all thought I was crazy until some comic from Comedy Central did a stand up act and said “Why the hell is this campus so creepy? I feel like I’m gonna leave here with someone else wearing my face!”. I felt way too validated.

- ALL OF MY CLASSES WERE SO FAKE

- My “math” class was actually a disguised home ec. course???? All we had were word problems that were incredibly detailed recipes or instructions on how to fix things. The teacher, who I swear to GOD was actually my Mr-Rogers-Wannabe guidance counselor from high school in disguise, spent more time trying to come up with names and backstories for the models in the text book than actually trying to teach

- I had to take a class called “first year seminar” because neither of my parents went to college. It was supposed to be teaching you about how the school works and stuff but SUPRISE BITCH WE’RE JUST GONNA YELL ABOUT RACISM AND PRIVELGE FOR AN HOUR.

- Literally that’s all we did. Just the whole class bonding over all these struggles we had gone through and getting fired up. Like, it was great, but I also ended up knowing very little about campus and school stuff bc that was the class that was supposed to be teaching me lmao

- My Psych teacher was fucking hysterical for the first few classes but then he just. Vanished. I had to drop the class

- My Fine Arts teacher just. Couldn’t stick to a teaching plan. Her entire wardrobe was scarves. She was very passionate about African masks. She had a flapper haircut. She spoke quietly, but with a marvelously forced tone of voice that I’m certain was her trying to sound impressive and hide a Boston accent. She didn’t seem to understand the year was 2014. She took us into the city to go to the Art Museum and we lost her in there, never to be seen again

- I’m not even kidding

- My “writing” teacher was my absolute fav omfg. She was this long grey haired hippie lady who worked as a nurse for the Grateful Dead and was still stuck there. She may or may not have hooked up with my uncle. I was her favorite student because one day I came in wearing a “HAIR” shirt. She wanted to take the class to England for the sole purpose of going on a Beatles tour

- But like…she did not teach a writing class omfg. She taught a social justice class. All we did was have informed debates about The Issues and listen to music and occasionally watch the Breakfast Club. Every time there was a big paper due on the syllabus, she’d just sit on her desk and go “I mean, I don’t have to cover anything, right? You guys know how to write!” Like I genuinely don’t think she knew what class she was teaching

- There was a boy who sat next to me in that class. He was deaf in one ear and used that as an excuse when he got caught blatantly not paying attention. It worked every time. But I was right next to him. I saw him playing Yu-Gi-Oh on some website on his phone under the table. One time we started talking about model cars and he pre-cummed.

- There was a boy who roamed the campus in a long black trench coat and a weird hat. I never saw his body and started to suspect he might not have one, just the theory of one. He took interest in me because I was the only person in class who ever got his Doctor Who jokes. He’d come up to me at dinner and blast quiz me on various nerd culture before running off and disappearing into the shadows. Just as I was starting to grudgingly accept I was probably going to have to eventually hook up with him for the greater good, I apparently offended him by saying I like Picard more than Kirk. He didn’t stick around to listen to my reasoning. Whenever I saw him after that he would loudly start talking about how great his girlfriend was. Everyone knew he was lying. I wonder if Kirk ever sucked his theoretical dick as well as I would have.

- I gave a football player a shout out on Yik Yak. He really appreciated it, and gave me some fries laced with weed as a thanks. That was such A Night ™ , I watched the Lorax and left the dimension.

- Every time we had dances, this creepy guy named Horace would find me and use my obvious discomfort to make me dance with him. He’d hold my wrists and shove his crotch on mine while vaguely swaying to the beat. I had to escape to the bathroom every few minutes. Finally the security just banned him from the events altogether. I can still see his face clearly in my mind.

- One night, I walked into the bathroom to find a perfect, untouched pizza laying on the floor…but not in a box. Someone literally just took it out of the box and laid it down. I’m still fuming.

- One time I was in the mostly empty library when I smelled something. I walked down the rows of shelves before rounding the corner, and found the President of the college hidden there, sitting on the floor, smoking, a bottle of vodka in his hands. We held eye contact for a solid minute. He slowly shook his head at me. I said “Sir, your house is like…literally across the street.” He shook his head more vigorously. I left the library.

- One night, I heard screaming. I looked out the window to find a girl in a giraffe costume scaling my building. People were throwing water bottles at her. I was concerned. I didn’t know who to talk to for answers.

- I was in line trying to pay for dinner. One of the lunch ladies climbed on top of the ice cream machine and refused to come down. Her friend came over and they started recreating the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Very few people acknowledged it.

- Someone jacked up the soda dispenser so it was only dispensing beer. None of the staff cared enough to fix it.

- I caught my RA in the middle of a drug deal so she gave me a coupon for free ice cream

- Also side note: The soft served ice cream machine on campus was actually a frozen yogurt machine. I had no problem with that, but like, advertise correctly, you know? Nobody else seemed to understand my confusion. Nobody else seemed to understand that froyo and ice cream are two different things. What the hell.

- There were just…so many moths all over the campus. A terrifying amount. When it started getting colder I was like, finally, I won’t be attacked by moths anymore! Only for even more moths to appear. I asked a local about it. “Oh, those are the winter moths!” What the fuck are winter moths? What the fuck, Massachusetts? My friend back home grew convinced that Mothman was in the area. I was inclined to believe her. Sometimes I close my eyes and all I can see are moths everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike.

-  I’ve encountered deer many times in my life. I know how they act around people. But the deer on this campus were just weird. They’d run out at people all the time. One almost shoved me into traffic.

- My roommate gave my phone number out to literally anyone she found who mentioned they liked to read or liked Doctor Who. She was concerned I had no friends. No one ever called.

- I met a small Greek girl in my Fine Arts class. Our first day of talking, she made me climb a mountain with her so she could get to tutoring, even though I had no reason to be in that building. Her roommates kept mysteriously disappearing. She was late to everything. She’d call me randomly to get food at 1 in the morning. She kept somehow breaking phones and tvs and other electronics. When I asked her how they kept breaking, she waved it off with “Oh, I have OCD. You wouldn’t understand”. I have OCD, and I still don’t understand. One time she invited me out with her friends from high school. I waited outside her building for two hours, while the other friends waited in the parking lot for two hours, because we didn’t know how to find each other. She eventually came outside at 10:30 pm. We went to Friendly’s. She made us stop at her house so she could grab something. We pulled up a long, winding driveway and stopped in a parking lot. At the end of the parking lot were stone stairs that lead up to a mansion on a hill. She ran inside and the rest of us stayed in the car, listening to High School Musical and talking about Supernatural. When she came out 40 minutes later we decided to try and prank her. It went wrong. We almost ran over her friend’s sister with the car. They invited me to a pumpkin patch. When I started complaining about my roommate, she asked me to move in with her. I thought about the other three girls who had seemingly gone missing. I politely declined. Six months after I left the school, I received a text from her asking for notes for an exam, and radio silence after that. I can’t find her on facebook. I fear she might have gone missing too.

- One night, as I was standing outside huddled in the cold, a boy came up and offered me a cigarette to help me stay warm. I turned it down, but he stood around talking to me for a few minutes afterwards. I felt absolutely no awkwardness at all. He was a musician from Colorado. He sang a bit of one of his songs. He was dropping out of school to go to California the next week. He told me I had beautiful eyes, but his were the most alive eyes I’ve ever seen so I couldn’t believe the compliment. We talked for about ten minutes and I fell a little bit in love. He had to rush off to a club meeting, but he told me he’d rather keep talking. He gave me the sweetest smile before he left. I didn’t get his last name or number and I never saw him again.

- There was a dance on Halloween. I couldn’t think of a sufficiently slutty yet classy costume, so I just went as Osgood from Doctor Who. When I got there there was a huge crowd, but people quickly grew bored and started leaving. There ended up being six people left (myself included). We stayed because we could see the upset faces of everyone who had planned the event, but actually had one of the most fun nights of my life. We- myself, the girl from across the hall, Trench Coat Boy, his tiny friend who never spoke, and a boy and girl I didn’t know who seemed to be professional dancers- danced nonstop for almost three hours. The strobe lights and poppy music solidified an unspoken bond. I had never and to this day haven’t felt as free as I did that night. The tiny quiet boy’s smile could have lit up a city. It’s etched into my mind. We all left the dance talking about the surreal feeling in the air, as if something had shifted. None of us ever mentioned the dance again. It’s still one of my fondest memories.

- For a solid month, there was someone in a gorilla costume running around campus.

- There was a rash of sexual assaults on campus. A gang of boys kept jumping girls in the woods. The only thing the school board did was give out free rape whistles at lunch one day. I missed that day, making me one of the only students on campus without a whistle. Later that night when I ordered pizza, the delivery guy tried to start up a conversation with me about all the assaults. He blamed the girls. I took back my tip.

- Sometimes the showers just…filled up with black sludge. No one knew why.

- The girls in the room next to me were very bizarre. They always shot me odd looks and whispered to each other constantly. I couldn’t figure out if they were sleeping together or not. They never washed their hands when we were in the bathroom.

- The doors to each dorm were thick and heavy and required effort to push them open. My roommate and I made sure to lock ours every night, and would triple check it. It swung open by itself almost every night. The channels on the tv would change with the remote equidistance away from us. Sometimes I heard humming in the showers when I was the only one in there.

- My roommate…deserves a whole separate post dedicated to her, honestly.

- She would call her mother and have her do her homework for her. She blasted music constantly, and it was either country or hard rap, nothing in between. She sexiled me constantly. I once walked in on anal. She’d meet guys on Tinder, fall in love with them after a couple of days, and then bring them into the school and into our room like it was no big deal. One of them made it clear he was a budding serial killer. She was in a new drama every week. One time someone called her a dilf on Yik Yak. She was firmly convinced her cousin was blonde because her aunt dyed her hair when she was pregnant. She tried her hardest to get me laid by a football player. She was the loudest drunk I’ve ever encountered. Honestly there’s just too much about her for this omfg

- John Zaffis, the famous paranormal researcher, came to the school on my birthday. I went because I’m a loser who’s been watching shows with him since I was a kid, and I was having a bad day so I decided it could be a treat. I sat in the front row. He held an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me the entire presentation. He was impressed with my questions. He lamented about the fact he’s always cut out of movies or replaced by priests that look like him. He apparently came to the school every year around Halloween to do a ghost tour around the campus for the students. A girl allegedly killed herself in my floor’s bathroom. He apparently always got a lot of activity around the campus. Everyone in the freshman class started wondering if the rumors about the Native American burial ground were true.

- One time in “writing” class the teacher gave us a number and then whatever song came up as that when we put our music on shuffle we had to play for the class. I ended up with “Touch Me” from Spring Awakening. Midway through the song, the teacher from another class came to complain that they could hear everything. My teacher tried to defend that all music has an important message. “Molly, dear, tell her the message in this song!” I looked around the room and at the other teacher. “It’s about sex,” I said quietly. She stormed out of the room while the class started laughing.

- There was this girl that just had the natural ability to make anything boring. I feel bad saying that, because she’s such a sweet girl, and she’s smart, and she’s gorgeous, and she’s talented, but just…every time she says anything, it’s boring. I’m still friends with her on facebook, the talent transcends to writing as well. You could be having a fun, lively conversation and she could say something completely relevant to the point and yet it would still just be boring. It’s a baffling talent, I still don’t understand how she does it.

- There was a boy who’d come into my room. He lusted over my s’mores poptarts. He kept trying to hit the high notes in Broadway songs. He didn’t understand my sense of humor at all, so we both were constantly worried we were offending each other. He cried about Selena Gomez a lot.

- The dining hall only offered horrendous food. I had pasta almost every night because it was the only thing remotely edible. If you wanted good food, you had to go to Late Night, which was between like 10:30 and 1 I think??? They set it up specifically for stoners and people leaving parties. I was frequently the only sober person there. Except for the moths.

- The chief at the pasta place found out I like theater and got like…weirdly passionate about it. He kept telling me about different theater groups in the area and wanted to know if I was in the school musical. He asked me every time I went up for food.

- There was a disproportionate amount of large black birds to trees. It wasn’t hard to figure out why we so rarely saw smaller animals

- When I told my advisor I was thinking about leaving (mostly for financial reasons but also the fake classes were preventing me from getting an education I wanted, you know?), this little old man looked around his office as if checking for people listening in, then put his hand on top of mine, leaned in close, and whispered “Oh, you sweet little girl. Run as fast as you can.”

There’s definitely more but listen. This school was weird and fake and vaguely surreal and off-kilter. I am fully afraid that one day, years from now, I’m going to be driving through the back roads and pass the place where the campus should be, only I won’t find anything there at all, and won’t be able to find any trace of it ever existing. I won’t be able to find any record of it. I won’t be able to find a record of any of the people. Every time I think about this place I just get a weird feeling, like I somehow managed to escape the Twilight Zone but left a part of me behind in the process. Be careful when applying to college, kids.

2

Text from Nichelle Nichols’ biography “Beyond Uhura”

Usually, though, Leonard remained Vulcan-cool. Perhaps the most elaborate hoax involved his son, Adam, who about eight years old while we were filming the original series. It required that Adam be fitted in a child-size Starfleet uniform and be made up, ears and all, to look just his daddy.

The script called for a scene on the bridge in which Spock would be sitting in the captain’s chair with his back t o the elevator door. A yeoman was supposed to enter and say some lines, at which point Spock was to spin around in his chair, so he was facing the yeoman, and continue their brief exchange.

They had Leonard’s son, in his Vulcan disguise, waiting in the elevator. The door opened, Adam delivered the yeoman’s lines, then Leonard turned to him and answered without breaking a smile or missing a beat.

We couldn’t get so much as a Spockian arched eyebrow out of Leonard. The real kicker came when Adam “stepped out of character,” so to speak, to say, “But, Daddy, I love you.”

“Thank you, Adam,” Leonard said evenly. As the whole cast and crew stood around in breathless anticipation of Leonard’s big crack-up, which never came, by the way, the joke was on us.

kang daniel | prince au! part 1

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member: kang daniel
genre: fluffy
summary: prince au! you end up being one of the castle maids as a punishment from your mother, what happens when you end up walking into the crown prince kang daniel’s room and see him shirtless eating gummy bears?
requested: yes! i’ll also be making a part 2 if people request it!
part 1 | part 2


  • you were one of the duchesses in the kingdom and you were quite well known
  • but you hated your fame, your status, all you wanted was to be normal
  • the first school you went to people treated you so differently, always using for your money and status, guys were always trying to arrange marriage contracts
  • AND YOU WERE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL 
  • by the time you went to middle school, you were so sick of it so you asked your parents if you could go into disguise and they agreed
  • middle school was normal, you were a bit of a loner but you didn’t mind because at least you weren’t harassed all the time
  • by high school you glowed up A LOT, you were gorgeous, you ended up being student body president, in like 3 sports clubs, straight A student, and popular
  • but this isn’t because you wanted to but your mother and father’s expectations of you really hit hard and you felt immense pressure daily
  • though you decided to stay in your disguise because you really couldn’t handle people knowing you were a duchess
  • even though your school was known to have royalty and famous people there like dukes, duchesses, politicians, pop stars, actors, athletes went there
  • even the crown prince kang daniel and his half brother ong seongwoo went to your school
  • you only had one best friend and she found out you were a duchess and didn’t judge at all and treated you just the same
  • which is why you loved her so much 
  • one day you came home and your parents basically told you 
  • “sweetheart don’t get mad but we’ve arranged a marriage with prince ong seongwoo” 
  • you went fucking ballistic and even that was an understatement
  • reasons being:
  • 1. your best friend was dating seongwoo
  • 2. he was not your type whatsoever
  • 3. you secretly had a crush on his half brother daniel
  • but everyone had a “crush” on daniel
  • he was the crown prince who was still kind, humble, funny
  • and not to mention hella handsome
  • you just accidentally ended up liking him when you split coffee all over his white button up probably like $3000 shirt 
  • which ended up in his fangirls glaring and you profusely apologising and offering money for dry cleaning 
  • but he just gave you the most adorable bunny smile and chucked and waved you off 
  • “no it’s completely fine, don’t worry mistakes can happen” he said sweetly making your heart flutter
  • if we were talking real talk he would of just stripped that shirt right then and there
  • you just thanked him with a slight blush on your cheeks and basically sprinted away from the humiliating situation 
  • you thought about how nice he was even though he was the prince and could of made you pay thousands of dollars
  • you also couldn’t get that gorgeous adorable smile out of your mind
  • you return back to your thoughts of marrying seongwoo and you’re automatically pissed off 
  • since you were young you knew you were going to get sold off like an animal to the highest bidder well the person with the most wealth, power and fame
  • but you thought that’d be after you graduated high school and had a bit of fun in your life 
  • but nope
  • your parents also told you were to stop wearing your disguise and your engagement to seongwoo will be announced at the summer solstice ball in a few months
  • after you heard that you basically refused talking to them and interacting with them 
  • you finally ended up talking with them after holding a grudge for like a month
  • you and seongwoo met up the next day, you ready to slap him and you screamed
  • “YAH SEONGWOO HOW THE HELL DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!!”
  • “YO Y/N CALM YOUR FARM IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE! I love y/b/f/n you know that! You were just the most eligible girl for me because of your perfect school record, money, power, and you were also a duchess”
  • “fuck, you know about me being a duchess, and it ain’t my fault my parents are constantly pressuring me to be perfect in every single way possible.”
  • “yeah i get it and of course i knew about you being a duchess, it’s me. now let’s make a deal, we both try our god damn hardest to get out of this engagement and in the mean time I’ll keep dating y/b/f/n and you just stay depressingly single as always.” 
  • “seongwoo shut the fuck up i’m perfectly happy being single and fine deal, only for y/b/f/n not you. but our parents can’t find out you and y/b/f/n are dating or they’ll kill both of us. Oh and by the way I’ll be going to school without my disguise so if people find out we’re engaged you’re the one that needs to deal with them.”
  • you ended with a harrumph and sassily turned your back on him before he could protest
  • you both told your best friend and she was upset at first but understood then was super grateful that she could still continue dating seongwoo with you supporting it
  • you were just happy they were happy but they made you want to have a relationship and puke all at the same time
  • people end up being so shocked when you turned up the next day without your disguise on and asked so many questions, that the principal literally had to announce it to the whole school
  • that you were a duchess and you were under a disguise the whole time
  • after that people constantly tried to talk/flirt to you and you were so sick of it but you still tried to continue your normal everyday life
  • the most embarrassing encounter for you about revealing your identity was when you bumped into daniel and he said curiously “oh you’re not wearing your disguise anymore”
  • you were so surprised he knew as well “oh you knew, i mean your hi-highness” you stuttered out nervously
  • cursing yourself at how you were feeling
  • “don’t call me your highness it’s too formal, call me daniel” he said sweetly
  • “hello daniel, i’m y/n” you said shyly 
  • “i’ll pretend i don’t already know your name” he said teasingly with a wink and then continued
  • “of course i knew about the disguise as the crown prince i’m supposed to know about my subjects you know” he said jokingly 
  • he then whispered in your ear making you blush so hard
  • “seongwoo actually told me, but you look prettier without your disguise, but then again you always look nice”
  • he then blushed, but also cheered internally cause that was smooth, but had no idea why he even said that and then he didn’t even know what to say next so he basically ran away
  • mhmm smooth daniel smooth
  • you giggle at him running away thinking how adorable he is
  • also being super confused at why he complimented you because he wasn’t known to be a huge flirt or a womaniser
  • when he found out you and seongwoo were engaged he felt super disappointed but he had no idea why
  • he couldn’t sleep all night and just thought of you and seongwoo getting married and frowning furiously at the thought
  • you on the other hand were snoring yourself to sleep lol me tho
  • anyways your parents eventually found out that seongwoo was dating your best friend and that you knew about it and supported it
  • then they went full rage on you going on and on about you were bringing shame and disgrace to your family
  • you felt horrible after that 
  • they wanted to punish you so they made you one of the castle’s maids for 1 month
  • you were furious because you had school, assignments, sports clubs, being student body president and on top of that 
  • YOU HAD TO BE A MAID??!!!
  • they basically wanted you to collapse of exhaustion
  • but you knew you angered them enough and they wouldn’t budge on this matter so you just agreed
  • the next day after school you went to the castle
  • the head butler looked surprised when you said you were the new maid knowing you were a duchess
  • you explained it was a punishment and he just nodded
  • luckily he took pity on you and said you didn’t have to wear the maid uniform but you could wear comfy clothing
  • you were so happy and changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose black t shirt
  • he told you to clean the crown prince’s room because it always dirty and the prince wasn’t at home so you can go right in and start cleaning
  • you sigh as you pick up the cleaning supplies heading to daniel’s room cursing your parents for doing this to you
  • and to seongwoo for not being more careful
  • you enter the room and as you walk in and you spot 
  • daniel. with a towel around his neck. wet messy hair. eating gummy bears
  • and guess what
  • he’s shirtless
  • he looks at you in shock
  • and you both stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds
  • 1…2…3….SLAM! 
  • you literally drop the cleaning materials and slam the door shut
  • and just lean against the door trying to process everything 
  • YOU JUST SAW KANG DANIEL THE CROWN PRINCE SHIRTLESS EATING GUMMY BEARS
  • you couldn’t calm your racing heart, or not feel all hot, sweaty and bothered
  • and couldn’t get the image out of your mind like how could you not he had a perfect 6 pack and his adorable sleepy expression made you into a puddle of goo
  • but you also suddenly really craved gummy bears
  • and on the other side of the door daniel is in shock, still staring at the door processing everything
  • also feeling really bad for giving you such a fright
  • and thinking how cute you looked in sweatpants and a t-shirt 
  • only seeing you in your prim, proper uniform at school
  • he looks at the cleaning supplies and realise it was a punishment for what happened with seongwoo
  • seongwoo and the king and queen had a huge fight over the whole incident, daniel having to try to calm seongwoo down and not to punch the shit out of their dad
  • he shook the bad memory from his head and felt really bad you had to be a maid especially since he knew how busy you were
  • he made a promise to himself if you ever clean his room again he’ll help you to clean it or just let you rest
  • he put a t-shirt on and chuckled remembering your wide eyed expression and how you just slammed the door 
  • he wanted to let you know that you could come in now
  • but he didn’t know that you were still leaning against the door
  • then daniel suddenly opened it
  • causing you fall backwards right into his chest with your arms flailing around
  • he catches you and gets a whiff of your vanilla scented hair and he literally falls in love with the smell
  • he steadies you and you face him
  • your face is bright red because of how embarrassed you are and the fact you’re so close to him
  • and also super amazed at how solid his chest was perv
  • “t-thank you, i’m like like uhh really sorry for like all of the mess and inconvenience and ugh you get what i mean” you ended just being fed up with yourself for being such a mess
  • he chuckles making you smile 
  • “it’s completely fine but are you okay? are you hurt?” he said concerned
  • “no i’m okay really i’m fine, i’m sorry for not knocking the head butler said you weren’t home, i can like go if you want? but like i also need to clean your room” you said super rushed peering around the room 
  • your mouth was dropping lower and lower, looking at what a pig sty it was
  • “since it’s a pig sty” you accidentally slip out and you put your hand to your mouth and your eyes widened
  • then daniel fully burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but giggle, his laugh was contagious
  • “it’s true it really is a pig sty, please clean it, also i’m so sorry you had to get pulled into this seongwoo mess” he said apologetically
  • “it’s nothing to feel sorry about, i just wish seongwoo was more careful but i know he didn’t mean it” you say nonchalantly 
  • you end up talking the whole time and cleaning 
  • both of you enjoyed each other company so much 
  • talking, laughing, joking around and becoming closer
  • and of course you tried to calm your racing heart the whole entire time
  • and daniel couldn’t find the reason why he was so smiling so much
  • CAUSE YOU LIKE HER
  • daniel even ended up cleaning with you feeling super bad about the whole situation
  • which you protested at first
  • but he countered
  • “come on we both have 2 papers due in a week and an exam as well, do you really want to spend all your time cleaning?”
  • you just groaned and nodded
  • you guys actually had a lot of fun cleaning
  • you two made cute little dances and songs and you put on girl group songs and have cute cover dance sessions
  • with him dancing adorably to twice’s signal
  • daniel would let you go on his shoulders so you could reach higher places
  • which ended up with you begging for piggy backs he’d agree but you would have to do aegyo for him
  • “daniel nae maeum sogae jeojang!”
  • “ew that was disgusting but whatever hop on” he’d say ignoring the thought screaming in his head how cute you were
  • you also ended up jumping on his huge king sized bed and doing all sorts of failing jumps and flips
  • which ended up with you guys in a pile of laughter
  • when you finally ended up finishing cleaning the room 3 hours already passed and you were late for dinner
  • “oh shit sorry daniel, i got to go i have dinner with my parents in like 20 minutes” you say trying to pack up the cleaning supplies in a hurry
  • “oh okay i actually had a lot of fun y/n, so come and clean my room a lot!” he said cutely like a little puppy
  • ”hmmmm only if you buy me food” you said suggestively
  • “gosh what is it with you and food fine deal just come soon okay?” he says with a smile and his eyes literally light up as you smile brightly back and nod
  • anyways this became a routine
  • daniel would always make his room messy and the head butler knew to send you to clean his room
  • you’d both clean, eat, do homework and just enjoy each others company
  • he also ended up getting a lot of vanilla scented candles because he was literally addicted to your scent 
  • you never realised tho till seongwoo told you like wayyy in the future
  • but he still didn’t realise he was madly in love with you ffs daniel
  • you even end up seeing seongwoo on a few occasions who just teases you two before you threaten to beat him up
  • but during the time you were spending with daniel you ended up falling for him hard
  • like you thought of him day and night
  • every time he’d smile at you at school you’d feel all happy and giddy 
  • when you were together you always had the best time and he made you feel so comfortable 
  • daniel definitely had feelings for you but was also super oblivious to them
  • like he’d just break out into a huge grin if he ever saw you smile
  • all he wanted to do was spend time with you
  • and if any guy even touched you he felt like bashing them up
  • but he had no idea what he was feeling because he literally has never liked anyone this much before 
  • but he finally realised his feelings one night 
  • it was a friday night and you guys end up watching a movie with seongwoo
  • you were so tired because of your busy schedule you fell asleep in the middle of the movie
  • daniel looked at you peacefully sleeping and wrapped a blanket around you so you wouldn’t get cold
  • literally the rest of the movie he just couldn’t stop staring at how peaceful and beautiful you looked while sleeping
  • then just as the movie ended he had this sudden urge to kiss you 
  • which is when the realisation hit him 
  • he was falling for you
  • hard
  • well he already fell for you 
  • he was just falling deeper and deeper
  • he didn’t think there really was a limit of how much he could love you 
  • he literally freaked out and seongwoo was like the fuck
  • and he explained then seongwoo burst out laughing and said 
  • “you just realised you liked her HOW BLIND ARE YOU” 
  • “ugh i don’t even know don’t judge me i just didn’t process it WHATEVER”
  • “but like daniel IF YOU PROPOSE TO HER at the summer solstice ball THAT MEANS you can date her and I CAN DATE y/bf/b!!!”
  • “SHE’LL REJECT ME DUDE!!”
    “are you crazy? she’s literally madly in love with you, everyone can see it except you two”
  • “wait actually?? but like i won’t propose to her but i’ll ask her to be my girlfriend ITS BETTER THAN SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS PROPOSING”
  • “but dude you need to propose, our parents literally said we have the summer solstice ball to find our brides”
  • “I CAN’T THINK ABOUT THAT seongwoo we are literally way too young for this”
  • “yeah i know, but just think about it okay?? but actually sleep for once”
  • “i will don’t worry yourself too much either sleep tight”
  • awww bromance ongnielisscience for life ppl
  • daniel looked at you still peacefully sleeping and before he could help himself
  • he planted a small light kiss on your forehead and whispered into your ear
  • “sweet dreams y/n, i hope you dream of me”
  • he then literally carried you all the way to his bedroom 
  • which is two flights of stairs
  • he was panting as he put you down on his bed
  • the then tucked you in and made sure you were warm and comfy
  • he literally stared lovingly at you in this whole process
  • and then he contemplated whether to sleep in his bed or not
  • and he decided he would but just at the very edge so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable when you woke up 
  • and that night he did sleep well dreaming of how it would be like being married to you 
  • you woke up
  • feeling super duper warm and comfy
  • you felt a muscular arm wrapped you
  • and your head on a warm solid shoulder
  • and someone’s chin on your head
  • and a super solid chest supporting your head/body
  • you have internal freak out
  • YOU ARE CUDDLING WITH DANIEL IN HIS BED 
  • you look up to see his face his eyes closed and him lightly snoring
  • he looked so gorgeous you couldn’t help but appreciate all his facial features 
  • his messy brown hair which was sticking up everywhere and his peach pink lips 
  • you couldn’t help but give a small kiss on his nose
  • you just really couldn’t help yourself
  • you loved the feeling of cuddling him, you felt warm and safe and it was literally just like your small little heaven there in his arms 
  • and you can’t help but enjoy it a lot
  • so for that blissful moment you just wanted to pretend he was yours and he wasn’t the guy thousands of girls dreamed they were with
  • and that he actually liked you 
  • you snuggled back into his chest 
  • and before you know it
  • you drifted off to sleep again

the next chapter will be all about the ball and the proposing stuff THERE WILL ONLY BE 2 CHAPTER this is the first chapter also IM SORRY THIS WAS SOOO LONG and I took like 2-3 days to post this SO IM REALLY SORRY. THIS WAS SO MUCH FLUFF THO I CANT i hope y'all enjoyed please tell me if you want chapter 2 or not thank you for reading!!!

How to research your racially/ethnically diverse characters

chiminey-cricket asked:

Do any of you have any tips for doing independent research for PoC characters?

This question is super broad, but I’m going to see if I can give it a crack!

First of all, consume media by the group in question. If you want to write a story with a Chinese-American protagonist, read some blogs by Chinese-Americans, read books by Chinese-Americans – both fiction and nonfiction – lurk on places like thisisnotchina so you can get a feel for what pisses Chinese and Chinese diaspora people off about their portrayal in the media, google for stereotypes about Chinese people and try to make sure you’re not doing those (even positive ones), go more general (East-Asian all-of-the-above in general since in many cases the harmful tropes overlap), go more specific (if your protagonist is female, look specifically for blog posts featuring the opiniosn of Chinese-American and other Asian/Asian diapora women; same if your protagonist is attracted to the same sex, is transgender, or deals with any other form of oppression besides anti-Chinese racism.) All of the above applies to Latinxs, Native Americans/Canadian First Nations, African/African diaspora people, Jews, Muslims, etc. Find out what we’re saying about ourselves.

Lots of things are available just from Google. “I have a Black character and I want to know what kind of hairstyles are available for her!” We have a Black hair tag, but apart from that, googling “Black hairstyles” will probably bring up some articles that can at least give you a good starting point to learn some vocabulary to add to your next Google search, like “natural” and “twists” and “dreadlocks.”

Next, you can talk to people in the group, but before you do this, be sure to have some specific questions in mind. “How do I write a Jewish character?” is not a specific question. “Do I have to make my Jewish character follow kosher laws if I’ve made her religious in other ways, or can she go to shul but not keep kosher?” or “What’s a term of endearment a parent might use for a child in Yiddish?” is much more specific. Remember, if you’re talking to someone they’re answering you back with their free time, so expecting them to do most of the work of figuring out what’s most important for you to know is a little entitled.

Besides, a more specific question will give you a more helpful answer. If someone asks me “how do I write a Jewish character” one of the first things out of my mouth will be a list of personality stereotypes to avoid, which isn’t going to be very helpful if what you really need for your fic was whether or not you have to write your character as following strict kosher laws.

If you’re sending a question in to a writing blog or one of those race blogs like thisisnot[whoever], please read through their tags and FAQ to see if they’ve already answered it. Longtime followers of a blog would get very bored if all the blog’s content was nothing but “We answered that here last week at this helpful link!” Those who participate in answering these blogs are usually unpaid volunteers who provide a resource that’s already there to help people; help repay them for what they do by looking through the material on your own first.

How to tell if a source from outside the group is biased and bigoted: obviously, you’re not going to want to listen to Stormfront about Jews, or the KKK about, well, anything. If you’re not on a source created by the group in question, look for dry and academic language as opposed to emotional, informal, or inflammatory words – although dispassionate and technical language is no guarantee it won’t be racist, colonialist, or inaccurate. If you read enough books and blogs from the inside, though, you’ll probably see some of the myths from those other sources debunked before you even encounter them.

Lastly, don’t assume that all people who are Asian, African-American Christians, religious Jews, or Muslims are from cultures more oppressive, more conservative, more patriarchal, more homophobic, more sexist, or more controlling than the one in which you were raised. If your plot calls for homophobic parents or a repressive culture, that shouldn’t be the reason you make your character one of the groups listed. There is plenty of oppressive, anti-woman, and anti-queer thought in white American Christian/Christian-cultured society and personally, I believe such criticisms of the marginalized diaspora peoples I listed above belong in the voices of the cultures themselves.

–mod Shira

I’d not leave looking for dry and clinical information as the ONLY means to distinguish that a work is biased.

While yes it is pragmatic to say “look for academically toned wording,” … in addition to that, these folks really need to look into who the author is. Definitely look into the author. And the year the thing was published (because man if it’s from like the 60s or earlier, 9 times out of 10, throw that shit out).

Because people can disguise hatred and racism in careful diction so that it looks reasonable and polite. A shining example is physiognomy studies from Nazis and anti-Semite eugenecists. And the sad thing is, you really can’t trust people to read it and make the judgement call that this hate-in-disguise they’re reading is hate.  

Somehow, when someone says, “The people of the Levant express features such as […] which, at the risk of sounding untoward, suggest a very rodent-like persuasion,” people are like, “Oh, well, that was worded fancily and there was no angry or profane language, I suppose they’re right,” not stopping to think even for a moment that they just accepted that this book just said to them that Jews look like rats. I saw it happen in my Nazi Germany class when we were given reading material. It was fucking nuts.

So definitely, definitely look every outsider author in the mouth and cross-check any and everything that person says. 

–mod Elaney

Shira again: Elaney is right that you will want to be critical of outside sources, especially older ones. Also, be suspicious of blanket statements about a group such as “X group are” instead of discussing forces in X culture. For example. Because there’s going to be diversity within any group and it’s likely what’s being said isn’t inherently biologically linked to being in X group.

–mod Shira

anonymous asked:

Do you have any pirate prompts?

1) “Ah,” the pirate flashed a smile, sword pressing against my throat. “There’s the treasure I’ve been looking for.”


2) “We can’t keep doing this,” the naval officer muttered. They didn’t look over at the pirate as they picked their clothes off the floor - couldn’t. 
“Relax, officer. Nothing counts in international waters. Feels good, doesn’t it?”


3) “We found this below deck.” They tossed the protagonist forward, half delirious from hunger. Unused to the rock of the ocean beneath them. But they’d had to get away - no matter what it took. Their breath came as hard as the wooden deck beneath their knees, struggling a little to stay upright with the ocean churning welcome for a storm.  “Been hiding for a while, it seems.” 
“A spy?”


4) Finally, after years of cat and mouse, they’d finally caught themselves the most dangerous pirate captain on the seven seas. They took utter relish in striding over the infamous deck of their ship, claiming it for their own. They studied each other, and the captain reached out to trace the line of a scar they’d left branded on the pirate’s cheek. Tracing it across their eye, watching that defiant glare flutter closed at the feather of a touch. “Why did you leave?” the navy captain asked. They’d been partners, once. Their triumph faded in their face.


5) “We don’t have anything worth stealing,” they bit out. It was a small coastal village, they lived peacefully, without much contact with the larger ports and harbours. It seemed inconceivable that a pirate ship would ever come here. They were always further up the coast. 
“You have a siren. Where is she?” 
The villagers looked at each other in utter bewilderment. 
Head bowed, the siren trembled in her human disguise. 


6) They’d been held prisoner on the ship for two weeks. The attack gave them the opportunity to escape - deliverance in the hands of bloodshed, salvation in the ominous black of a pirate’s flag. They scrambled across the chaos on deck, only for their breath to stutter as they were hauled up. “Now, ain’t you supposed to be the captain, sweetheart?” 


7) “They’ve come for you,” said the pirate. They stared at the Admiral’s men stonily, panting for breath. “I told you, they’d come.” Their captain always did.


8) The pirate dropped to their knees on deck before the sea, as she rose and rose; goddess and mistress, who ruled them all. The ocean. Cool fingers caressed weather-worn and battered skin, playful and dangerous all at once. “You look tired, my love.” 


9) “They call you the compass.” The pirate captain circled the sailor, hungry and intent. “That you can always point to the spot of greatest treasure on any map given you.” 
“That’s a fairytale.” 
“Is it?”


10) It was a ship at the bottom of the sea, moving in darkness too deep for light to penetrate, where old things stirred and older things waited in the silence. In the end, all sailors were brought to its crew.

ease

length: 1.6k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: mentions of blood and very minor character injury

simon shows up to the flat with a black eye and a cut lip, refusing to talk about what happened, so a worried penelope asks baz to come over (or the one where simon’s insecure, and baz is terrible at comforting his dragon boyfriend)

a/n: @cherryonsimon is the greatest beta and y’all should go tell her nice things :D

for day three of @snowbaz-feda!!



Penelope

The door to the flat swings open and Simon barrels his way inside. I gasp when I see him: his shirt is torn with flecks of red (Is that blood?) splattered around the neckline; his hair looks dirty and matted, like he’s been rolling around on the ground; and there’s a definite limp in his step. After slamming the door shut, he winces and grabs his wrist, and that’s when I notice his eye.

“Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon! What happened to you?”

He won’t look at me and the expression on his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It frightens me a bit, but it’s still just as important to me that Simon knows I’m not afraid of him, so I take a step forward. He recoils and pushes past me towards his room, slamming the door once inside, making me flinch.

The sound reverberates through the living room before plunging the flat into absolute silence. It’s horrible.

After taking a moment to collect myself, I walk towards his room, hesitating a beat before knocking. “Simon?” No answer. I try again, knocking louder this time, but he still won’t answer. I try turning the knob, but it’s locked. Chewing on my lip, I consider spelling it open, but that would be breaking unspoken roommate rules, so I do the only thing I can think of right now.

I ring Baz.

* * *
Baz

I’m sitting in an evening lecture when my mobile starts to vibrate. It’s on the desk and the noise makes a few of my fellow students turn around and stare. I sneer at them (old habits), and look to see who’s calling.

It’s Bunce.

It’s not that we aren’t close enough to call each other, it’s just that we never do. The fact that she has, and especially during a time she knows I’m at school, makes my blood run cold. I’m so distracted with worry that I forget to move the desk over, and when I go to stand it pins me to the chair. Cursing loudly–and drawing even more curious eyes–I slam the damned piece of wood out of the way, and stalk out of the hall.

I manage to answer on the last ring.

“Baz?” Bunce’s voice sounds strange through the speaker, like she’s trying not to cry, “can you come over? Something’s happened with Simon.”

I drop the phone and it shatters on the pavement.

* * *
Penelope

For the second time tonight, the door to the flat swings open. Only this time it’s Baz who practically falls through, righting himself at the last minute. He looks like he ran the entire distance between school and the flat. The screen of the mobile he’s clutching is shattered, something I don’t remember seeing before. Is that my fault?

“B–” I don’t even get a chance to say his full name when he marches towards me, our difference in height making itself known as he towers over me. (In reality it’s only several inches.) (It feels like miles.)

“Where is he?”

I point to Simon’s room and Baz nods. I wish I could tell him what happened, but I don’t exactly know myself. I just know I can’t fix this alone.

Baz

The smell of blood hit me as soon as I entered the flat and it only gets stronger the closer I get to the bedroom.

Snow’s door is locked, so I cast when one door closes. It works, and the one in front of me opens wide. I can’t see anything at first; Snow’s drawn the curtains shut and even turned out the light in the en suite, drowning the room in darkness. I use my mobile to guide me towards his bed and the red lump that I assume is my boyfriend.

“Snow?” I ask, biting my lip. Perhaps I should use his first name, given the situation, but I try and reserve that for when I really need it, like when we’re being soft. Or when I want him to know I’m afraid. “Snow?” I try again and the lump doesn’t move, but it does yelp when I poke it with the tip of my wand.

“Go away,” I hear him mumble, but I know he doesn’t mean it. (The door spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted to let me in.)

I square my shoulders. “No.” I need Snow to tell me what happened and I’ll stand here all night if I have to. This must occur to him, because he lifts his head.  

My breath catches when I see his black eye and bloody lip. I reach out to touch them, pulling my hand back at the last minute.

“What happened to you?”

He shrugs and I want to strangle him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I snap.

“I got in a fight on my way home.”

“No shit.”

“There were 3 or 4 guys; I don’t remember. They wanted my wallet, but I’d forgotten it at work and they weren’t very happy about that.”

I try to stop myself from picturing the scene in my head. Snow on the ground, surrounded by these men, being hurt by these men. Snow. Defenseless. I can’t process it.

Although he hasn’t held that title in a long time, Snow will always be the chosen one to me; seeing him so broken and defeated over something like this is overwhelming. He’s supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be brave, he’s supposed to save the world. He’s supposed to be able to save himself.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Simon beaten and bloody, but it’s the worst time. It’s not that his injuries are severe (they really aren’t), it’s just that…

This wasn’t supposed to happen any more. We were supposed to disguise as regular Normals and live our happily ever after; nothing bad was supposed to touch us again.

Then he goes and gets himself mugged. It’s so horribly mundane, so insignificant next to every creature and task he’s taken on, yet this is the thing that breaks him. I’m furious on his behalf. I want to hurt the people who hurt him.

I swallow. “What happened next?”

“I tried–I tried to call–my sword…but–”

“It didn’t come.” I don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. I can’t believe this, “you were going to try fighting off a bunch of thugs with a sword? Are you daft?”

He looks miserable. “I was distracted by that long enough to give them a chance to jump me, and, well…” he rolls his hurt wrist and I catch it between my fingers, pulling my wand from my pocket with my other hand. He grits his teeth as I cast get well soon, listening for the crack that signifies it worked. I bring his now healed wrist to my lips and kiss it, feeling his pulse thumping under my lips.

Snow clenches his hand into a fist and I drop his arm, looking up at his face and hating what I see there. The healing spell had taken care of his eye and lip, but that lip is quivering now, and fat tears are beginning to rolls down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts gulping air, his arms wrapped around his knees and head bowed.

I want to reach out and touch him; make this better, make this go away, make him stop. I want to make him stop. He’s almost sobbing now and I don’t know what to do. I have to stop this.

“Shut up, Simon! Just shut up!”

His head snaps up and he looks at me as if I’ve slapped him. I almost feel like I have.

“What the fuck, Baz?” his breath catches on my name and I feel my heart sink just that much more.

I didn’t mean it. I want to apologize, but the words won’t come; they’re stuck in my throat and I clench my fists as I try to force them out. He’s still staring at me, his face etched in an angry frown, and I give up on speaking.

He watches me warily as I sit down on the bed and I flinch. The scent of blood is stronger now, and I can feel my fangs threatening to pop. I curse the fact that I haven’t fed recently and try to will them to stay put. The last thing I need to do is make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and he blinks at me. “I’m sorry,” I repeat and his face crumples as he falls forward. I let him bury his face into my chest, let him clutch at my shirt, let his tears soak the fabric. I let him cry until he can’t anymore. His breathing is even and quiet now; and I’m relieved.

Simon

Baz pulls me close, pressing a kiss against my temple: once, twice, three times. I can tell he thinks I’m asleep, because he’s murmuring things he’d never let me hear otherwise. He’s calling me Simon and telling me he loves me and how scared he was and how brave and stupid I am.

He starts scratching lightly at the spot between my wings, the one he knows I love, and I’m melting into the mattress.

He somehow manages to press himself even closer, his breathing tickling my ear as he whispers, “you’re so bloody stupid, you know that? I don’t need a Chosen One; I don’t need a fairy tale; I certainly don’t need some self-sacrificing superhuman with a hero complex. I just want you, Simon Snow.” He stops to kiss my shoulder.

“I just want you.” It’s a reassurance and a promise. And I believe it.

I want you too, I think back at him, I want you too.

Okay

Genre | angst

Word Count | 1.5k

Summary | saying “I’m okay” doesn’t mean it’s true.

-

You had promised to yourself and to him in the beginning of the relationship that you would understand the obstacles the two of you would have to face. The obstacles set out were much different than any average relationships. In an average relationship, no one had to practice all day and night. No one had to hide their relationships. No one had to leave for tour for countless days, weeks, even months.

But as time progressed, your promise started becoming harder and harder to keep.

The first incident was after the ending of his world tour, when he returned back home to you. You thought that with the tour out of the way, you’d have plenty of time to make small cute stay-at-home dates like how you two used to have before all the fame. But you were wrong.

After his long departure abroad for 6 months, there was a comeback awaiting the members of the band, including him as well. It didn’t seem fair though, a comeback right after a large world tour? But it could be your tiny selfish excuse for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend.

After sending countless messages asking if he was free, you received a message saying something along the lines of, “I’m busy practicing.” Not that it was wrong, practicing for a comeback, it was part of their world; a world you didn’t know, but promised to try and follow along with.

After not receiving a message back from you, he sent another one. “We have a comeback planned. You understand right? You’re not angry are you?” Staring at the words sent, you didn’t know how to reply.

Biting down on your bottom lip, a habit out of nervousness, you pressed the ‘send’ button. “I’m okay.

-

The second incident may have been your fault, but who could blame you? How else would you have felt if your boyfriend had a day off and decided to choose to practice like how he did the whole week?

“Hey Jimin,” You remember hesitantly asking. You two were at your shared apartment, you fidgeting and playing with your fingers and him sprawled across the sofa tiredly. Hearing him humming in acknowledgement, you spoke the words that you have been wanting to ask all week. “The boys told me you were free tomorrow. Since you have no schedule, wanna go do something?”

As if almost instantly, Jimin sat up. “Sorry (Y/N),” You felt your heart drop. “But I want to practice a bit more for the comeback. I can’t let down the fans.” He cocked his head to the side, elbowed propped up on his thighs, looking up at you.

You stared down at your fingers in disappointment where you stood. Hearing Jimin call you, you lifted your head up a bit. “(Y/N),” Your name rolled off his tongue easily. “Are you okay with it? Becau-”

Softly sighing, you forced your best smile. “I’m okay with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“No no, you should practice for the comeback. I know how important it is to you and the rest of the boys as well.” You repeated these words in your mind, trying to convince yourself you weren’t feeling the feelings you were feeling, maybe you could trick yourself into thinking that you didn’t miss your boyfriend these past long months,

“You shouldn’t let down your fans, you’re an idol.” You spoke solemnly, the ends of your lips curling up into a small smile. You were lucky enough to be dating an idol, you should remember that. “Don’t tire yourself out too much, alright?”

Staring at him, you hesitantly turned away and went to your room. Back pressed up against the wall, you sat on the cold wooden floor for him to leave. To leave for practice, again.

You couldn’t help but feel lonely and somewhat jealous of the girls that were dating the rest of Bangtan. They always made time for their girlfriends, unlike Jimin. Maybe you were selfish, wanting more in your relationship but you always felt the tingly jealousy thinking about what they could be doing with their girlfriends.

Like today, they took the day off, just like how they’re supposed to, instead of practicing or staying in the studios. Every time you imagine what you could be doing, your heart aches.

You could’ve been cooking together, just like Jin and his girlfriend. Cuddling in bed. Having a dance battle even if you would always lose. Watching movies. Going to the arcade even if it meant being caught in their disguises. Or maybe even just go to the park together.

Hearing the front door click, the whole apartment was silent. The only sound was that of your tears threatening to spill, finally being freed.

-

The third time it happened, was the last time it happened. And that’s because there wasn’t going to be a fourth time, nor a fifth time. There would be no more times.

You were doing your best keeping calm, but as the minutes ticked by, the clock ticking and tocking had somewhat drove you insane. The longer you sat there on the couch, gripping at your own hands, the more done with the entire situation.

The doorknob jiggling, the front door opens, revealing the person you had been waiting on for hours. He had promised you a home date to make up for all the times he missed with you, promising that he’d be home at 7, sharing the night of candlelit dinner with you.

Well that went nowhere, it was already 10.

Your eyes fell on Jimin’s figure, his eyes darting around the apartment, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Jimin,” You tried keeping a calm facade, pretending as if you weren’t more than just upset at the fact not only was he late, but the fact that he broke his promise and blew away the chance he had at making it up to you. “What time is it?”

A wave of nervousness and underlying guilt washed over him. He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, mumbling out his answer hesitantly. “10.”

“What were you doing during the time you promised to be home by?” You could tell he was getting more nervous. He looked at you, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his that you’ve learned he had. “I was…practicing.”

You snapped, your seemingly calm facade fading even though Jimin already knew you were steaming. “Again?!” He flinched at your loudness. “Why were you practice when you promised me you’d be home for dinner? The dinner you said you’d make it back in time for?”

“(Y/N), l-let me explain okay? I was just practice and,” His words drifted off as if he didn’t want to tell you. “And?” You huffed, arms around your hips, weight on your right leg. You were impatient. The faster he spits it out the faster it’s over.

“I just lost track of time, o-okay?” He sighed, raking his hand through his locks. “Jimin,” He hesitantly looked up, scared of what you were going to say.

“When was the last time we had a date?” You croaked, tried of his excuses. You knew he didn’t know the answer, that’s because you didn’t either. That’s know long it’s been. Your last date together could’ve been 8 months ago, who knows? “I….I don’t know.”

You bit your lip. You hated what you were going to say but it had to be done. You could handle the loneliness and neglect of your relationship anymore. Rather you, it was your heart that couldn’t handle another crack. “I’m sorry,” Jimin’s head shot up, eyes widened in alarm. “Look, I don’t think this is going to wor-”

“Y-You’re not serious right?” He stuttered, hoping it was some lame prank and that you were doing this just to scare him. “Right?” He repeated, urging, pleading you with his eyes to say it was all a joke, that you weren’t serious, that you weren’t going to give up on your neglected relationship.

“I’m…not.” You looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face. “I think it’s best if we broke things off.” Looking up back at your boyfriend, now technically ex, instantly regretting your decision. His eyes were glossed, bottom lip quivering. “You’re always busy with practice and touring and I’m always waiting here at home for you. I can’t do that anymore, my heart can’t handle anymore pain.”

“(Y/N)”

“It’ll be less stressful if you didn’t have to think about me during practice. You’re an idol Jimin,” You forced out a smile. “You’re always going to be busy, and if not busy then tired. Just forget about me, alright? Focus on your career without me.”

Giving Jimin a small smile, you lowered your head and walked by him, stopping by your room to bring out your already packed suitcase. “I was never okay Jimin.” And with that and the click of the door’s lock, you walked out of his life, fast enough to not show your tears but slow enough to catch a glimpse of his.

Going through Way of the Wicked for about a year now being a player. The party is a half-orc monk (me), a halfling Rogue, a half-orc barbarian, a human Oracle, and an elven sorceress (yasmine). The sorceress has made a series of terrible decisions that led her to lighting herself on fire and being imprisoned for about 8 sessions, but we eventually broke her out. Now the party performs their plan to destroy the keep they were supposed to so that bugbears can come in and help destroy the town. The plan included setting multiple fires, of course it was the sorceress’s plan. The plan went off fairly well on her part, but the guards and a guard captain became suspicious when she mentioned something she shouldn’t have known when disguised. Fight ensues, she runs to the farm she set on fire and somehow manages to kill the guard captain. This scene follows.

DM: So the guard captain is dead and you’re surrounded by fire. There’s 4 or so guards left. What do you do?

Yasmine: I’m going to intimidate them.

DM: Ok, roll for it.

*rolls*

Yasmine: Uhhhh, that’s a nat 1

*table bursts out laughing*

DM (confused look on his face): I don’t even know what to do for that. A burned elf surrounded by fire can’t fail to be intimidating.

Me: (suggests she stuttered or something)

DM: She’s still surrounded by fire though. How does this work?

A minute or so passes while the DM thinks about how a elf mummy surrounded by fire could fail to intimidate.

DM: The guards look at you in confusion and then continue trying to revive the captain. They know better than to run into the fire.

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 1

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Word Count: 2150ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it! Two more parts coming soon! XOXO


“Dean! You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?”

It’s at the end of that second sentence that they both register the voices themselves and not just the words.

“Dude. You sound like…dude. Sam? You’re a fuckin’ girl.”

Sam tears his eyes away from Dean’s apparently female body to look down at his own.

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Eastwatch

This is my one-shot for what I think will happen in episode 6 between Jon and Dany. This has major spoilers, so read at your own risk.

Pairing: Jon/Daenerys 

The wall looked eerily beautiful during the early moonlight hours. What a bewitchingly beautiful disguise for what the wall represented? Was this giant block of ice supposed to protect the realm from the icy death that lay ahead? After what Dany had just witnessed, she knew the wall wouldn’t stop these monsters.

She had arrived at Eastwatch-By-The-Sea on Drogon’s back with Rhagael not far behind. The odd group of men with her. The Hound, Beric Donndarian, Ser Jorah Mormont, and Tormund Giantsbane were quite the characters as they sat quietly around the small wooden bench. The whole ride from beyond the wall back to Eastwatch was silent. Drogon coasted through the winter chill with a speed faster than normal. It had only taken an hour to arrive back at dingy old castle that sat carved into the massive wall of ice. So much had been lost in the last day.

Dany faced the window so the men wouldn’t see the tears strolling down her face. Her normally regal hairstyle of braids riddled with snow and dirt and her dressed ripped to almost shreds, but she didn’t care. She could feel Ser Jorah’s eyes on her back, but he knew better than to disturb her.

Jorah watched Dany as she looked out the window overlooking the moon. He knew that his queen was suffering and there wasn’t much he could do about it. Jorah knew the loss of one of her children must be weighing heavy on her heart. He had been there when Viseron had been brought to life when Dany had walked out Khal Drogo’s pyre without a burn on her body.

Jorah hadn’t expected to be chasing after ice zombies when he returned to his Khalessi, but he would serve her wherever she would go. He volunteered to go by himself to catch one of these wights. She had a look of shock on her face when he offered, but a look of resignation that she would accept his proposal for it had to be done.

Jon Snow butted in on his proposal and offered to go as well. Wasn’t this Jorah’s time to finally win his Khalessi’s heart? He had been overshadowed by Drogo, and then the cunt Daario. Finally, when she had crossed the sea and Daario had stayed behind, Jorah believed his affections might be returned. He had gone to the ends of the earth to cure his greyscale to get back to his queen. When he arrived on the cliff top to greet his queen, this so called “King in the North” was talking to her. Jorah knew right then; his chances were shot to hell…again.

Jorah had noticed Dany’s affection for Jon Snow the moment he laid eyes on them together. He had seen Jon Snow shared this affection when he bitterly scoured at him when Dany embraced him. Jorah noticed every time Dany would look at Jon when he proposed his plan to lead the suicide mission she’d have the look of a woman lost. Jorah had seen this look on his Queen before, when her Khal was on the brink of death. This look he had seen, but something different lie underneath her eyes when she said farewell to Jon Snow on the beach at Dragonstone. Stone cold fear was lying underneath her violet gaze. Jorah realized then that Dany didn’t just care for Jon Snow, she was in love with him. That’s why she risked her life by coming with her three dragons beyond the wall to rescue them all.

As disappointed that he was that his love would never be returned, he felt pity for her. He never wanted to see his Queen in such despair. He knew her sadness came from the death of her beloved child, but now that she believed Jon to be gone she had lost all hope. All Jorah could do was be there to comfort and support her when she needed it.

This lost love would be one his queen would never return from.

“What in the seven hells do we do now? “Tormund said with a sad sigh. Tormund didn’t care for much, but Jon Snow had become one of this best friends. He took a chug of the bitter ale.

“We do as the King commanded. He didn’t risk his life going beyond the wall for us to sit here and bitch like little cunts. Get off our fucking asses and take this walking dead man to that bitch Cersei and get the armies gathered to slaughter these dead fuckers.” The Hound stated.

“The ugly man is right. Jon would have wanted us to finish what we started. These fuckers are going to breech the wall any day now.” Tormund exaggerated.

The Hound gave him a look that could kill. “Who you calling an ugly man? You red-haired twat.”

“Will you stop with the slurs? We need to face the reality that the wights are coming for us all. This parlay with the bitch queen is our last hope.” Davos said.

“The King is dead. What hope should we have left?” Gendry said.

When Gendry said this about Jon, Daenerys turned and stormed out of the room.

“What the hell is the dragon bitch doing?” Tormund yelled.

“Will you have some respect? She saved our asses out there. If it weren’t for her and the flying beasts, we’d be ice men by now.” Beric yelled at Tormund.

Jorah stepped out of the room and followed Dany.

He found her in a small study with a desk and an old table with her head in her hands.

“My queen, do you need anything?” Jorah looked at her with sad eyes.

Dany finally looked up at Jorah with a puffy, red face and the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

“My child is dead, Ser Jorah. The man I lo..” Dany stopped herself short. “The King is dead, and it is my fault. I could have saved him.” She cried.

Jorah put a hand on Dany’s shoulder. “My queen, there is nothing you could have done. The King fell off the dragon. If we would have stayed, we all would have died. Surely he wouldn’t have wanted that?’

Dany just put her head back in her hands and cried.

Jorah knew he was going to cross the line with this question, but he had to know.

“Do you love him, My queen?”

Dany looked at Jorah with surprise in her eyes, but she didn’t try to hide the utter despair in them.

“Does it matter now?”

Suddenly screams were coming from outside the castle. Dany shot up and ran to the main hall where Gendry, Tormund, and Beric were opening the gate.

Dany couldn’t believe her eyes.

It was Jon on a horse, slouched over looking like he was on the brink of death.

Dany fainted into Ser Jorah’s arms.

Hours later, Dany came to in a small chamber. Jorah was by her side watching her intently.

She shot up with a throbbing headache.

“What happened?” Dany said in a hoarse voice.

“My Queen, please lay back down you need your rest.” Jorah pleaded.

Memories splayed across Dany’s mind as she stared at the wall.

A raven from Eastwatch. Tyrion’s pleas for her not to go. “Your our last best hope against the coming storm.” He had said. The sprint she made towards her dragons. The pounding off the seas underneath her as she rode Drogon off the cliffs of Dragonstone. The cold wind whipping against her hair as she flies as fast as the dragon could go to Eastwatch. The giant wall of ice glaring at her as she passed it. Davos staring up at her when she flew by Eastwatch. The horror as she approached the army of the dead. So, Jon had been telling the truth this whole time? She believed him, but doubt always creeped in. The screams of Thoros as the ice polar bear ripped his flesh. The flaming sword Beric was wielding towards the ice men. The dragons fire as she screamed for them to burn these monsters alive. The Hound capturing the lone wight. Drogon’s pounding roar when he reached the ground below to pick up the men. The screech Viseron made when an ice spear hit his chest. Her child sinking into a frozen lake. The horror that bloomed in her stomach as she watched her child take his last breath. Drogon and Rhagaels fiery breath on the dead men who surrounded Jon and the men. The men coming on the dragon. Jon beating a wight off him when he tried to mount onto Drogon. The feel of his hand when it slipped out of hers. Jon falling into a frozen lake. The scream that came out of her when Jon went under. “We have to go!” Tormund screamed at her. Drogon’s flapping of wings and soaring into the winter sky. The icy blue eyes of the Night King gazing into her. The feeling of hopelessness squeezing her heart. Her child gone to an icy death. The only man she ever loved taken from her before they even began. Dany cried the whole ride back to the wall.

“Where is he?” Dany yelled at Jorah.

“Khalessi, you must rest. You fainted when he arrived.”

Dany grabbed Jorah by the collar. “Where is he? I need to see him.” Dany cried.

Jorah didn’t fight with his queen. He got up and made for the King’s chambers.

Dany shot up out of the bed and followed him.

Tormund guarded the door to Jon’s room.

Dany pushed past Ser Jorah and tried to push past Tormund, but the wildlings might too much for her.

“I need to see if he’s alright!” Dany cried as she pounded her fists into Tormund’s chest.

Tormund knew there was no sense in trying to fight the fiery little queen. She had the strength of steel for someone so small. He even found himself pitying the sad woman.

“He is recovering in here.You can see him but keep your bitch mouth shut.”

Dany would have burned Tormund alive if it was any other time for calling her those words, but she didn’t care. She opened the door to the room quietly. Jorah tried to follow her, but she pushed him back.

As she entered the small room which was lit with only a small fire and candlelight, she was filled with relief. He was unconscious with bruises all over his chest and legs, but he was alive. That was all that mattered. She sat next to him and reached for his hand. She entwined her fingers with his. Tears were still streaming down her face as she looked at him. She noticed the scars that splayed all over his chest. This is what Ser Davos meant when he took a knife to the heart.

Tears fell onto this chest as she traced the jagged scars. She stopped over the one on his heart. He could have been taken from me before we even met. What vile pig had stabbed him? How had he come back to life? Her thoughts wondered to all the things he must have suffered along the way.

A hand grabbed hers as she stared at him.

“Your Grace.” Jon said as he opened his eyes and adjusted to the dimly lit room. He felt like shit. He should be dead if it weren’t for his uncle.

“Did we get the wight?” was the first thing he said to her.

Dany was just staring at him with a look of relief and happiness on her face. Her hand held his so tightly, he thought she might draw blood. Her eyes were red and tears stained her cheeks.

“Yes, the mission was a success. We have the wight.” she said in a strained voice.

He smiled a faint smile at her. She smiled sadly at him. She raised her hand and stroked the scar on his temple. He leaned into the contact.

“I thought you were dead.” She cried.

“It seems the gods don’t want me gone yet.” He replied with a slight tease in his voice.

“Don’t do that to me again.”

Jon looked at her. Her hair was bloodied and dirty, and her dress ripped to shreds. She never looked more beautiful he thought. Jon had been denying his growing feelings for her over the past few weeks. There’s no time for that. He had told Davos. That seemed like years ago.

Looking at her now, he couldn’t deny the connection between them. She had risked her life and her children to come rescue them. Gone was the cold, demanding queen who constantly asked him to bend the knee. Before him was the real Dany, a young, compassionate, strong woman. A woman who loved her people and would do anything to save the realm. He didn’t need to deny himself anymore, he was falling in love with her. Jon then remembered it.

“The dragon. I’m sorry.”

She looked away with despair, “The costs of war.”

She looked back at him with a depth of sadness in her eyes.

“My dragons are the only children I will ever have; do you understand that?”

Jon knew what she meant by this, but he didn’t care.

“Yes.” He replied with a nod of understanding.

Dany’s saddened eyes went to a determined, fierce gaze.

“I will go North with you and defeat this night king and the army of the dead. You have my word.” She said with fierce determination.

He doesn’t know what possessed him to call her this, but it just came without warning.

“Thank you, Dany.”

She looked at his with a surprised look and smiled.

The last time someone had called her Dany was when her brother was killed with melted gold. Then name always reminded her of horrible things, but coming from him it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

She smiled at him. “My brother was the only one who used to call me that. I don’t think I’ve heard the name since.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, Your Grace.”

She squeezed his hand and smiled at him radiantly. “Dany. You can call me Dany.”

He smiled at her and looked down at his naked, battered body. “I’d bend the knee. But.”

She looked shocked. “What about those who pledged their allegiance to you?”

“It doesn’t matter now. You have promised to help us fight the army of the dead and that’s what I asked of you. You asked me to bend the knee and I refused. I see now that I was wrong. You believed in me when no one else would and saved my men from the death of the walkers. I see no point in squabbling over lands that may lay in ice when the war is over. I have no qualms in helping you in the war with Cersei when the dead are defeated. The Lords will understand in time.”

This time it was Jon’s turn to be shocked.

“I don’t want the North. I won’t require you to bend the knee when the war is over. Your people chose you as their king because they put their faith in you to lead them and protect them. They should have the king they chose. I will not fight you on the issue of the north. The real threat is here, and we need to band together to beat these monsters.” Dany said respectfully.

Jon looked at her with a tenderness in his gaze. “Thank you.”

Dany looked at him back intensely. The tension between them coming to a burning flame. She had denied herself from feeling anything for so long. Jon Snow came into her life and reignited the flames within her soul. She never wanted to leave his side even if death was at their doorstep.

She didn’t know if it was the weight of the moment, or the relief she had felt when she saw him breathing. She looked in eyes and saw the same emotion she had running through her.

Dany stared into his eyes as if asking for permission. Jon just looked at her with the same passion.

Dany removed her hands from his grasp and cupped his face in her hands. She doesn’t know if he leaned up or she leaned down, but their lips collided like a spark being lit into a burning flame.

Jon raised his hands as high as he could to her head without feeling the extent of her injuries. He kissed her with a passion he didn’t even know he had in him. She slid her tongue on his lower lip begging for entrance and he let her in. She tasted like salty tears and sweet summer wine. How had waited this long to kiss her?

Dany glided her hand to the back of his head, careful not to make him lean to far up to feel his injuries, and she kissed him fiercely. Her tongue darted in his mouth and their mouths danced like a wildfire. Dany felt a jolt of desire run through her stomach and it pooled between her thighs. When had kissing become more meaningful than sex? She didn’t know, but she never wanted this moment to end.

When the need for breath arised, Jon slowly pulled away from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. His hands stayed in her hair, and her hands on his cheeks. He released a shaky breath and kept his eyes closed basking in the moment. He knew loved her then.

Dany kept her forehead on his and calmed her breathing. She wanted to live in this moment forever. White walkers, the Night king, and Cersei be damned. She didn’t even know if she had the desire for the throne anymore. Her thought drifted to a house with a red door. Westeros was her birth home, but it never felt like home here. Maybe she was never meant to sit on the throne, maybe she was meant to come here and fight with him. I have found my home. She thought as she leaned in to gently kiss him.

This kiss was gentle and soft, far different than the passionate one they just shared. Dany poured all her heart into this one. She wanted him to know he wasn’t alone anymore. She would fight for the North. She would fight for him.

After the kiss broke, she finally leaned up and looked into his eyes. They shined with a different light than she had seen before.

He stroked the side of her cheek and smiled at her.

A knock on the door broke their gaze.

Davos came in and broke the moment.

“I see you are doing better, your grace.” He spoke to Jon, but it was meant for both of them.

Dany knew Ser Davos wanted to speak to Jon alone.

She squeezed Jon’s hand one more time and stood up.

“I will leave you two to discuss your business.” She said softly.

Dany was headed for the door when Jon called her.

“Dany, come back later tonight please?”

She smiled brightly at him, “Of course, my lord.”

He smiled the smile only reserved for her.

Dany walked back to her chambers with a new hope. She wasn’t going to let the Night King ruin her chance at saving her people. She was going to win this war with fire and blood. He may have taken one of her children, but she still had two left. She would be damned if he took anything else from her.

He wouldn’t take Jon. She would make sure of that. She would die before she’d let him take Jon.

She would go this parlay with Cersei Lannister and burn her alive if she doesn’t agree.

Nothing would stop the dragon within her from protecting all she loved.

She would win this war against the army of the dead. She would do it for her people, and for him.

She watched the moon glow over the wall.

Her eyes filled with determination.

Her heart filled with love for a brooding northern king.

When We Collide (Part 15)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“What are you doing here?” The confusion was written on your face once you opened the door to your dorm. You hadn’t expected guests tonight, it was Friday and you were supposed to be alone. 

Luke looked down at his feet shy as if he had forgotten the reason why, he almost looked like he wanted to be in disguise by the way he was standing against the door frame. 

“You said I didn’t know you.” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“So I’m here to learn every single thing about you.” 

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anonymous asked:

"20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear" with Supercorp ?

Lena had a bad habit of mumbling to herself. Usually she was quiet enough not to draw any attention, but when you’re best friend and the object of your longtime crush has super hearing, it tends to draw unwanted attention.

Kara ignored it at first, mostly out of privacy for Lena. It’s not like it was anything negative. Usually it was little comments after one of their awkward flirtatious encounters.

“Dammit, Lena, you’re like a schoolgirl.”

“I need to google all of N’Sync’s discography…”

“How can she always look so cute?!”

Kara found it endearing, it always brought a blush to her cheeks and left her giggling the rest of the day. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the mumbles she heard from Lena when Supergirl was around too.

“I do not have a cape kink…”

“Is every kryptonian overly attractive?”

“She just fought a giant robot and she still looks like that… What The Fuck.”

Usually the mumbling didn’t bother Kara. Until she heard something she definitely knew she wasn’t supposed to hear.

Lena and Kara were having dinner at Kara’s place and Lena had excused herself to the bathroom. While she was washing her hands she began to mumble to herself and Kara couldn’t help but catch some of it.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with someone who thinks a pair of glasses is a disguise.” 

Her tone was light, an almost chuckle leaving her as she came to the realization. Kara was frozen in the kitchen, her hand resting on the stovetop burner, flames dancing around her hand.

Lena came out and Kara was staring like a deer caught in headlights. Lena’s gaze met her eyes before they dropped to the stove.

“Um, Kara? Your hand is on fire.”

Kara just shut the stove off and was in front of Lena in a second, cheeks red and lip caught between her teeth. She was radiating nervousness.

“How long have you known?”

Lena was caught off guard but she smiled a little, reaching up to gently take Kara’s glasses off her nose before slowly taking her hair out of the ponytail.

“Since you walked into my office with Superman.” she teased. 

Kara blushed brightly. “I told him everyone knows who he is…”

“I don’t care about him though.” she smiled, cupping Kara’s cheek. “I much prefer the Maid of Might…”

Lena leaned in and pressed her lips to Kara’s, smiling against her mouth when she felt the superhero melt under her.

They broke apart a few minutes later and Kara smiled, giggling softly.

“I love you too, you know…”

Lena just beamed, “Now I’m kind of glad you were eavesdropping…”

anonymous asked:

I'm reluctant to ask because everyone already seems to know and I don't want to look like an idiot, but what is the significance of the dagger and arrow? Thanks in advance and sorry if this is a really stupid question. Love your blog x

The tattoo timeline by @bulletproofhalo is the most comprehensive I’ve come across and I recommend everyone read through it. The images I use will include ones taken from that blog. 

To summarize, on 10 September 2013, Harry got his rose tattoo.

It is thought that the idea for the rose might have come from this website, which I would encourage you to browse. The website contains inspirations for: the rose and dagger, the swallows in flight, the mermaid (and dragon), the ship, the arrow, the ship and compass, the rope and anchor.

On 18 February 2014, Harry gets tattoos of both the anatomic heart and his laurels.

On 8 March 2014, or just over two weeks after the heart, Louis gets this:

The two tattoos are thought to be parts of something like:

After Harry got his rose tattoo, the Larrie fandom began to speculate on a matching tattoo for Louis. The consensus was that he would get a dagger, based on this kind of image (from the same website):

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Not For the World

Can you imagine all the amazing places that Damian must have went to during his time with the League of Assassins? He would just brag to his friends sometimes about the amazing skyscrapers in Abu Dhabi that was so tall he couldn’t see the top, the lavender fields in England that made him dizzy, the maple forests and mooses of Canada, the great dunes of the Sahara that dragged on forever, the stunning waters of Bali that no sight could compare. And 100% of the time his friends would be at awe and asks him about it.

But then he doesn’t tell them that he had to jump off the one of the tallest buildings in the UAE with a sword and his hands tied behind his back, expected to survive. He didn’t tell them about the wift of poison scattered in the wind alongside the lavenders as disguise. Didnt’t say that it was winter and he had nothing but two layers of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a sprained leg to hide from the mooses and bears, and the assassins that were supposed to find him. That time in the Sahara was when he had to cross it with a bottle of water, one ration of food, a flimsy jacket all packed into a backpack. He was expected to cross in 2 weeks - he was 5 days late, and then immediately flown to Bali, where he had to survive on an island by himself for a month and then swim back.

His friends are envious that he got to see the world, whilst he envied the permanancy of their home - in corrupted, god forsaken but permanent Gotham. He envied all that time they had in Gotham with her autumn drizzles and raving lunatics, whilst the gusting Himalayian wind bit into his bones. And he envied the simplicity of their daily lives at times, because it would be easier if he had divorced parents rather than a mother who was daughter of Ra’s Al Ghul and father who is the Dark Knight. And he wished sometimes that he wasn’t in Gotham’s crime ridden streets.

But Gotham is where his father, his brothers and sister are. Her rooftops are where they take flight, her shadows are their cloak and anywhere she touches, they can call home. And when he was in the air where the wind whips at his hair and face, it felt like he could hear every car siren, every footsteps, every heartbeat, a cry, laugh, smalltalk - everything that made Gotham their home, as he did. And he wouldn’t trade all that for the world.

It’s the crying that wakes him.

Crying is not a concept foreign to FN-2187: his training has streamlined his mind into two neat lines deemed as being Productive and Unproductive. Logic and loyalty and righteous anger at those against the First Order are considered to be Helpful and Necessary, while misery, and guilt, and empathy are cut out with clean scalpels and the burning sharpness of a laser drill.

Crying, it turns out, is startlingly difficult to remove.

FN-2187 is still a cadet, though his station officer has listed his attributes on his public file, and he’s held a Stormtrooper helmet in his hands and stood at attention when Captain Phasma inspected his platoon. And at night, in the bunks he shares with twenty other cadets with matching haircuts and identical uniforms, he learns how to recognise the hitching sounds of someone burying their face in a pillow, or what it feels like when the person sleeping above him shakes with sobs.

He also learns how to close his eyes, and shut his mouth.

This crying, however, is loud.

It’s not so much crying as it is screaming, the same words over and over in some foreign tongue, and with it comes a heat that tickles and scratches his skin beneath his clothes. When he rubs his fingers together, eyes screwed shut, it feels like sharpened dirt, and tastes of dust.

It’s a girl, he thinks, resisting the urge to roll over, and he doesn’t recognise the voice. It’s too young, too pitched, and it echoes in a way that’s unfamiliar to the dorms; expanding outwards and outwards, uninhibited by corridors and the cold vacuum of space.

It feels like burning, and rubs his mind raw.

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Frances Midford and comic relief in Kuroshitsuji

Guess you didn’t see that one coming, lol

Friendly reminder in advance that it’s only my opinion and you don’t have to agree. However if you don’t, no need to get aggressive because, guess what? I don’t answer violent arguments. :)

Also very lengthy post ahead.

Comic relief has always been a part of Kuroshitsuji since the very beginning, after all we know how Yana loves her jokes and it also helps to cope with the darker side of the story. However for every comical touch that we see too often, it’s natural to wonder if making us laugh is all that Yana has in mind when she draws these moments.
A few examples…

  • Elizabeth’s strength whenever she almost strangles Ciel or when she KO’ed Edward with just one punch -> considering how she fought on the Campania, one might wonder if it’s just a joke.
  • Lau being an air-headed opium dealer haha -> there have been several theories explaining that he could be betraying Ciel before the end (my fav is this one by rationalkuroshitsuji)
  • Ciel apparently never growing up -> how many people wondered if that wasn’t a hint for the 2CT or other theories about him? => CANON now that his absolutely similar twin is back (Yana confirmed they are the same height).
  • And one of my favorite, the Undertaker asking for laugh as payment for his information, I’m sure we all smiled once -> we now know he is a Shinigami because he killed himself, so laughing and having fun are probably feelings he discovered post mortem and that’s actually really sad.  

So it’s hard to really draw a limit between comic relief and small hints meaning more serious business, which is why Frances Midford’s character is quite complicated to theorize about, because she’s one of the best examples of “comic relief” in Kuroshitsuji. I’ll try though.

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Genre: er. This was supposed to be humor. I am so, so sorry anon. LOL 

Prompt: ““Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 735

Originally posted by progamerbyun

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Fanfiction - My Brother’s Lass (Part Twelve)

This isn’t a drill. It is, indeed, the long awaited penultimate chapter of MBL!! You can find all the previous parts here.

My Brother’s Lass (Part Twelve) – Redeemed

Dead bodies don’t talk – and yet, they scream.

There is something deeply disturbing about a corpse, which goes beyond the smell of rotten flesh and decaying things. Something that compels us to look away, to hide, fearing that we might get a glance of our own fate. To touch a dead person is to knock on a newly left home – still warm but jarring in its emptiness, vacant windows in the eyes of an elapsed soul.

It’s not the dead we fear, frightened beyond reason at the sight of a cadaver- but the line that separates us from them, getting thinner and more real with each spent heartbeat.

I could barely breathe underneath the pile of dead men, laying over me like grotesque blankets. I struggled to inhale in shallow and quick gasps, afraid I would start to retch and vomit, revealing my presence on the back of the wagon. And – I must admit – dismayed with the thought of my soul deciding to make an escape to join theirs.

It had seemed a daring but suitable plan, born in Claire’s mind as we scouted the outside of Fort William, looking for a possible entrance. A disjointed wagon, conducted by a cross-eyed man with a cleft lip, had chosen that moment to swing on its wheels towards the prison. A dark cloud of flies accompanied the march, as small widows immersed in grief, dutifully crying on a wake. Soon enough wee had been able to see the bodies stored in the back, collected over the barracks down the road, to be accounted for and dispensed by the garrison.

“Hm.” Claire had hummed, shielding her eyes from the downing sun to take a better glance at the sad procession, as we hid in the vegetation nearby.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to locate the redcoats on the niches – a well-guarded place, crawling with young soldiers, eager to prove themselves to their King. “I ken that sound means ye’re up to something.”

“Well,” She pursed her lips in thoughtfulness. “How do you feel about an early funeral?”

I gave her a half-amused, half-puzzled look. “Not even marrit yet and ye already looking forward to be a widow, Sassenach?”

“You did say the only way to get in is through the gate.” Claire shrugged and pointed vaguely to the wagon, the driver now saluting the sentinel to ask for permission to enter. “Unless you have a secret army you have been planning to tell me all about, this seems like a way to get in without being killed outright.”

“Are ye seriously suggesting I disguise myself amongst the dead to enter?” I raised a brow, aghast. She gave me a look of unwavering conviction. “And how do ye suppose we were to get out, if I manage to rescue my brother?”

“Haven’t got that far on the plan, I’m afraid.” Claire conceded. “But time is running out. The next round of executions will take place in a couple of days – we must act now or Willie will be forever lost.”

“Aye.” I swallowed hard, watching the wagon disappear behind the gates, one bare foot – almost grey in colour - dangling from the back as an uncanny wave of goodbye. “We’ll manage.”

“We have to do something about your hair. Red Jamie.” Her eyes bore into mine, concerned and supportive, silently apologizing for the harsh words. “If someone sees you helping William, they’ll know who you are instantly. Before you can say “Humpty Dumpty!” Lallybroch will be crawling with English soldiers and you’ll be the next one arrested, waiting for the hangman to tie his ropes.” Her hand searched mine and gripped it. “I can’t have that.”

“I dinna know about Mister Humpty Dumpty, but I ken yer meaning.” I nodded, my free hand mindlessly brushing the red cowlicks of my hair. “Give me yer wee knife, mo nighean donn.”

I recalled the feeling of misplaced tranquillity that descended over me that afternoon, while I sat next to the weeping stream, Claire’s hands upon me. Her fingers trembled a little – and yet her work was precise and decided, baring me of the red streaks that had defined so much of myself through my lifetime. My fallen hair sprawled at our feet, sometimes kissed and swept away by the breeze, a cloak I could no longer use for shelter because it was so strikingly associated with who I was.

When she was done, Claire had placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned over to kiss the naked top of my head – her lips parted and quivering, like a prayer. I held her waist and placed my forehead against her heart, wordlessly asking for her blessing. A warrior preparing for battle, already walking on the outskirts of afterlife - if not for the hold she still had over me, enough to keep me with her. Claire would always keep me grounded. The heart out of my chest, which I had chosen without a second thought.

I groped my bald skull and smirked, attempting to sound more cheerful than I truly was. “Red Jamie no more.”

“Always Red Jamie.” Claire caressed my lips and smiled, sheathing her sgian dubh in its scabbard. “Always my Jamie.”

The wagon jostled along the path and I faintly heard the driver making his usual greeting to the soldier on duty, making a crude remark about his gruesome commodity. The sound of something heavy being open, more laughter, wheels complaining – and then we were across the short bridge and into the Fort’s courtyard. I sighed in relief and instantly regretted it, the moment my nostrils were filled with the smell of blood and loosened bowels.

When we stopped, I opened an eye to spy the ghastly driver heading out to an inner door, dutifully taking the documents he carried with the day’s account. Clenching my teeth, I rolled over like a conniving lizard and peeked through a crevice on the side of the transport. We had arrived during ration hours – no soul within sight. Regretfully smiling to my nearest companion – his eyes still open in shock, death coming much too soon to his expectations, his teeth the colour of old parchment – I slid from the embrace of the dead and into firm land of the living.

I knew where Willie was being kept – Claire had made me an accurate description, the same memory and confidence she applied to her treatments serving her well in that purpose. My heart jumped, hammering against my ribs every time I made a turn in a corridor, each time I dissolved against the shadows to avoid detection by passing patrols. I touched the hidden dirk against my thigh and prayed “Not yet. Please, not before I find him”.

I came to his cell, deep in the guts of the Fort. The guard in the corridor was lulled by prolonged inactivity – he barely struggled when I trapped his neck with my arm, pressing enough for him to faint. I knew the risk of someone discovering the intrusion was getting greater by the minute – expeditiously grabbed the chain of keys from his belt and headed towards the cell’s door.  

He had been left in complete darkness. I opened the locked door, holding the small candle I had recovered from the guard’s table.

Willie was asleep, curled in a defensive posture, his back against the door. I walked slowly, afraid of scaring him enough for him to make a loud noise. As I approached, I noticed the bruises on his face, the sickening array of green and grey.

“Willie.” I whispered, touching him on the shoulder – the bones protruding, closer to the surface. He came awake like a man coming for air after prolonged immersion, gasping with his eyes wide open.

“Dinna touch me!” William croaked, his hands shielding his head. “Let me be! Please! Please!”

Bi samhach!” I hugged him gently trying to silence him, crouching next to him on the filthy floor. “It’s me. Jamie.” And then, noticing his unhinged gaze, I resumed to talk in Gaidhlig, feeling that the soothing ancient words would distance him from the nightmares of his captivity. “Seas, a brathair.”

Sawny?” He sobbed, his hands turned into claws, seeking to feel the contact of my flesh. “Seamus, is that ye, a bhalaich?”

“Aye, ‘tis me – hairless, but me.” I held his face between my hands. “I told ye I’d come for ye.”

“I thought I’d never see ye again.” Willie confessed in a broken voice, hugging me with abandon. “Not in this life, at least.”

“Ye should have known I’m too pig-headed to allow such a thing.” I said in jest, helping him to sit up. “We have to go, Willie. There’s not much time.”

“I’m too weak.” He glared at me, his lips chapped. “Ye have to leave me here, Jamie. We won’t make it if you take me with ye.”

“I’m not leaving ye!” I retorted in an assertive tone. “Both of us will walk out of this prison or none of us will.”

“Ye have to.” He insisted, agitated, trying to force me to understand. “Randall – the English captain – he’s the darkest soul I ever encountered on this earth. He thrives on his wicked ways and his desires aren’t meant for this world. He’s the lowest of demons, a creature of destruction – he canna see ye, Jamie. If he’s made aware of yer existence, he’ll want ye.” He gulped, an intense tremor taking over his body. “Ye aren’t marked – not in a visible way, as I am. Ye are everything he wanted to be and isn’t and for that he’ll try to possess it – and when he discovers himself unable to, he’ll try to destroy it. Ye’ll destroy you.”

“I dinna fear him, Willie.” I assured him in a calm voice, even if every hair on my arms stood on end. “It’s leaving ye behind that would destroy me. Blood of my blood, aye?”

“Ye should fear him. The things he is capable of…” Willie said between clenched teeth, fighting pain as I forced him to stand. “Leave, Jamie. I’d only ask of ye that ye see Claire safe. That ye make her happy, for as long as she might want ye.”

“Claire loves ye too, a brathair.” I said with gentleness. “She would never speak to me again if I dinna take ye out of this place – probably would stab me herself. Neither of us would know a moment of happiness for the rest of our lives.”

“She sure is a fierce wee thing.” He offered me the ghost of a smile and walked by my side, dragging his left leg, his arm around my shoulders for support. He was indeed exhausted, spent from days of fear and hunger, his leg badly bruised – or even broken – from one of his last beatings. “Thinking of her – of ye both – has kept me sane between these walls. If I never see her again, please tell her that…”

“Ye can tell her yerself, brother.” I stopped him, giving him a lopsided smile. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate it more coming from ye.”

Slowly we climbed up the stairs towards the tower. I was grunting with the effort of almost carrying William on my arms – and acutely aware that only a miracle could make us avoid detection, given the pace in which we were moving.

As we came around a corner, an officer almost bumped into us. What followed was a short fight, awkwardly restrained on the small space of the corridor, ending when I clubbed him on the head with my dirk’s handle.

We could hear loud screams coming from downstairs, urgent and angry like a wild beast awakening, urging us to run away. I pulled William with me, ignoring his incessant pleas to leave him behind – I was determined to save him, even if it meant I’d lose my life or freedom. This was my road of redemption – the journey to regain the right to call him my brother, after all the deception and grievances I had inflicted upon him.

Eventually we stood on the battlement above the courtyard, soldiers gathering and screaming, pointing at our figures with accusing fingers. The frenetic sound of trained soldiers running up the stairs in our direction crushed the insides of my head, until all I could hear was the echo of the end coming, marching towards us with an English accent.

“Do ye trust me?” I asked roughly, my hand gripping the back of William’s stained shirt. His blue eyes bore into mine – a spark of past resentment and heartbreak, but then the limpid acknowledgment of earned faith.

A-chaoidh.” He nodded. Always.

I turned to the other side, facing the cold dark waters bellow us – menacing in their unknown depth.  William’s breathing was laboured and superficial, as he realized what I was about to do.

I took his hand, crushing it inside my own, and we jumped together, diving into a sea yet to prove itself merciful. And as we blazed into the sky, our joined hands exploded in heartrending pain, one single bullet shot through them – making us again one flesh, one blood.

The Joke Was On Me- Part One (Joker x reader)

Word Count: 3248

Summary: The Joker’s made another one of his threats, and he intends to act on it. You’re caught in the crossfire, and the Joker takes a personal interest in you. He shows you just how quickly your “loving friends and family” would abandon you if they thought you were a freak like him.

Author’s note: Ok, to be honest, this story is going to get very dark. This is meant to be a oneshot for Heath Ledger’s Joker. Once the new batman movie comes out, I’ll have a better grasp of Jared Leto’s Joker so then I might write his character :) The -’s show pauses in between words. Please, give me feedback for the first part to my Joker x reader series (I decided it was going to be way too long to be in one whole part)!

Warnings: Dark Themes, Graphic Gore, Violence, Mass Murder


“Sorry to interrupt your morning entertainment, ladies and gentle-men. The Joker’s here to announce Gotham’s latest news. There has been an incident at Gotham Avenue School. At about two forty pm tomorrow, a school bus was bombed! The assailment hasn’t been found, but this has caused the Gotham Police Department to wonder if the so called vigilante.”

He licked his lips before continuing, ”Bat-man is really working for the good of Gotham city. The day before the attack, the terrorist had threatened to blow the bus up if Batman didn’t reveal his identity at noon. The whole situation could have been avoided if he had just complied with the bomber’s wishes.”

The Joker’s message was broadcasting across all of Gotham’s television screens. It didn’t matter what station it was on previously. The recording was shot solely on his red lipstick lathered lips. The crazed clown bent down so that his eyes were covering the camera’s view, and he laughed like a maniac.

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Requested by Anon

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader
Word count: 250
Warnings: Aroused Liam, lol.


”Is that mine?” a finger tap on your shoulder made you turn your head towards the source of the familiar voice, smiling once you saw who it was.

”Yes, all my shirts were in the laundry, and yours are so cozy.” you said sweetly as you took the collar towards your nose and cuddled yourself into the well scented fabric.

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