this took so much time and effort

Since Exo has sold out at Jamsil Stadium I’ve been seeing a lot of people say how ‘That’s not a big deal, they were handed their fame anyways.“

Really? Really?! In 2012 Exo-K were considered flops, to be SM’s first failure. Tao was heavily hated in the beginning, and Chen and Xiumin were in an entirely new country, barely being able to speak Chinese. And in 2013 the other 4 Chinese members having to come to a new country themselves and learn the language and culture. That must of been terrifying.


People hated Wolf. People started hating on Exo once Growl became huge. They gained so many sasaengs, creepy and disgusting people causing even more stress. Having to work so hard they went to the hospital. The shock when Kris left, and Suho having to stand on stage by himself to accept an award right after. Luhan being constantly sick from overworking, eventually having to leave also. A lot of fans left in 2014, saying Exo could never recover.

They came back with Exodus, having to work so hard, it was their best and most cohesive album yet. Jongdae put so much time into dancing, all of the members took time to prove on singing, especially their live vocals. That would never be easy, and I remember how long they promoted Call Me Baby, how much effort they pit into their live vocals during that time.

They come back with Lucky One and Monster, and it is my favorite album ever. Yet people still hated on them for trying something different, which is so sad. During this Yixing has to travel back and forth constantly, still with ot8 fans bashing on him.

To all of you who say Exo got a free ticket to fame, you couldn’t be more wrong. They have faced so many hardships, so many challenges. Yet they kept pushing and trying and growing. All of them having the mental strength to push through this and to grow is amazing. Yet with everything they have are triple million sellers. Their physical sales ate untouchable. They have sold out concert after concert, selling out Tokyo Dome 5 times.

Jamsil Stadium hasn’t been sold out in 17 years. And they sold out in 5 minutes. They are only the 2nd group to sell out at the stadium, only H.O.T has done it. And H.O.T. was HUGE back then. To achieve that in 5 years with all their obstacles is amazing.


All of you complaining, you would never be able to any of what they have done. Hiding behind anon and going to different Exo blogs or making passive aggressive tweets towards fans is cowardly. The members have worked so hard to get where they are, stop going after excited fans and find something more productive to do with your miserable lives.

anonymous asked:

FYI: 8 reasons why CR7 is the GOAT, therefore better than Messi. - CR7 is a better overall goals scorer. Better goals per game ratio than Messi. - CR7 is a better free- kick scorer. - Messi never prove himself outside Barca. CR7 makes his team better. Messi always rely on Xavi and Iniesta. - Messi constantly dissapears with Argentina when his team need him. - Messi usually dissapears in relevant Champion' matches. - CR7 is a better header scorer. (To be continue)

(part 2:) - CR7 is a player with more goals and assists in the history of CL, he is more decisive in this competition. - CR7 is more decisive with his national team. In WC 2010 Messi score 0 goal even North Korea score more than him. In WC 2014 only scored in a group stage. Don’t mention Copa America, he just scored 1 goals and next year missed penalty. All the greatest players of all times have won with their national team. But Messi won’t. I hope this informations will get in your head. Keep crying.

I’ve avoided getting involved in this “debate” over the last few years or so, but since you took so much effort in trying to convince me of something that isn’t even an argument to me, I have some time & I’m more than happy pay you the same courtesy in explaining to you with facts why this is so. Let’s do it by looking at each of the points you’ve included this so-called “information” I’m supposed to “get in my head”:

► “CR7 is a better overall goals scorer. Better goals per game ratio than Messi.

False.

All-time, club and country?

  • CR: 595 goals/852 matches = 0.70 goal ratio
  • Messi: 562 goals/698 matches = 0.81 goal ratio

All-time, just club?

  • CR: 524 goals/714 matches = 0.73 goal ratio
  • Messi: 504 goals/581 matches = 0.87 goal ratio

All-time, just country?

  • CR:  71 goals / 138 matches = 0.51 goal ratio
  • Messi: 58 goals / 117 matches = 0.50 goal ratio

CR’s ratio is 0.01 higher and he has had 21 more international matches played than Messi. Alright. Collectively though, that 0.01 doesn’t make him “better overall”. 

Conversion rates since 2009:

  • CR’s conversion rate total/outside the box: 15% / 5%
  • Messi’s conversion rate total/outside the box: 21% / 9%

What about when they’ve been at their very best, goalscoring-wise? Most goals scored in a calendar year:

  • CR: 69 goals (ratio: 1.17)
  • Messi: 91 goals (ratio: 1.32)

Not only is Messi better in terms of quantity of goals, he is also a better goalscorer when context is considered. How do they perform under pressure/when the team needs them the most? From 2016:

  • CR conversion rate when team is winning / when team is losing or drawing: 25% / 6%
  • Messi conversion rate when team is winning / when team is losing or drawing: 22% / 20%

Here’s an infographic (although it’s only updated up to 2015) to help better illustrate the importance of context & goalscoring when it comes to Messi and Cristiano:

(credit to Grup 14 and Sarah)

Goals after 1 dribble/2 dribbles/3 dribbles/4 dribbles:

  • CR: 45 goals/10 goals/2 goals/0 goals
  • Messi: 115 goals/40 goals/15 goals/4 goals

Pre-assisted goals:

  • CR: 13 goals
  • Messi: 90 goals

► “CR7 is a better free-kick scorer.

Not quite

  • Since Messi and Ronaldo have been playing together in Spain (2009-10 season): 
    • CR has scored 20 goals in 291 attempts. This creates a conversion rate 6.87%.
    • Messi scored 17 free-kick goals with 212 attempts, creating a conversion rate of 8.02%.
  • Since 2012: 
    • CR has scored 17; conversion rate = 7%, 
    • Messi has scored 23; conversion rate = 10.5%
  • Even more recent, just for fun: 
    • Messi has scored 3 free-kicks in 2017 alone
    • CR has converted only 3 since 2015.

What about in big matches?

  • Total free-kick goals in El Clasico: 
    • Messi = 2
    • CR = 0
  • Messi’s total free-kick goals in World Cup and Copa America matches: 2 
    • CA = 1 (vs. Panama)
    • WC = 1 (vs. Nigeria) 
  • CR’s total free-kick goals in World Cup & Euro matches: 0. 
    • With 43 attempts. On average, he has had a shot from a direct free-kick every 67 minutes he has been on the pitch (with a total of 2,884 minutes at major international tournaments) and has a ZERO PERCENT conversion rate.

► “Messi never proved himself outside Barca.”

The old “but can he do it on a cold, wet Tuesday night in Stoke?” argument is easy to lean on because he hasn’t, but it doesn’t change that it’s an extremely flawed argument. Let’s look at why - specifically England, where CR has proved himself outside of Spain since we’re doing a head-to-head comparison. 

  • Lionel Messi has scored more Champions League goals against English clubs than he has against sides from any other nation.
    • On the 25 occasions that he has lined up against English teams, Messi has scored a total of 16 goals. 
      • Arsenal - 9 goals in 6 matches. 
      • Manchester City - 5 goals in 5 matches. 
      • Manchester United - 2 goals (which helped Barcelona claim Champions League victories in Rome in 2009 and at Wembley Stadium in 2011

Never mind him having big performances against Bayern/Leverkusen, PSG/Lyon, AC Milan/Roma, Celtic/Rangers and etc. So, something tells me the kid from Rosario - who also played very well through the rough conditions he experienced there - CAN do it on cold, rainy night in Stoke. If you think he cannot simply because he hasn’t, that’s up to you. You’re entitled to your opinion. But the stats tell us another story.

► “CR7 makes his team better.”

Sure he does, he is one of football’s greatest. But Messi makes his even better

Messi’s total major club trophies: 29 TOTAL (including 2 trebles, one of those years winning the sextuple)

  • 8 League championships
  • 4 Champions Leagues
  • 4 Copas del Rey
  • 3 UEFA Supercups
  • 3 Club World Cups
  • 7 Supercopas de España

CR total major club trophies (RM+Manchester United): 16 TOTAL

  • 4 League championships
  • 2 Copas del Rey
  • 2 Champions Leagues
  • 1 Supercopa de España
  • 1 FA Cup
  • 1 EFL Cup
  • 1 Community Shield
  • 3 Club World Cups
  • 1 Super Cup 

Stats since 2009, when Messi and CR started playing together in the same league:

  • CR + RM: 9 major Trophies
    • + 1 Liga
    • + 2 Copas del Rey
    • + 2 Champions Leagues
    • + 1 Supercopa de España
    • + 2 Club World Cups
    • + 1 Super Cup
  • Messi + Barça: 20 major trophies
    • + 5 Ligas
    • + 3 Copas del Rey
    • + 2 Champions Leagues
    • + 5 Supercopas de España
    • + 3 Club World Cups
    • + 2 UEFA Super Cups

All-time assists, club and country:

  • CR: 195, in 852 matches
  • Messi: 230, in 698 matches

    ► “Messi always relies on Xavi and Iniesta.

    Another archaic myth that Messi has destroyed year after year. Crazy that people are still hanging on to this, even after Xavi has been gone for two years now and Iniesta has been on/off form while dealing with playing in/out of position. Meanwhile, Messi has continued to improve and remain the greatest. 

    This myth seemingly makes sense due to Messi’s lack of titles with Argentina compared to his achievements at Barca - but again, this is a very flawed argument. Messi is the greatest player in the world and Xavi/Iniesta are two of the greatest midfielders/were one of the greatest midfield duos of this generation. Together, the three of them contributed to a Barça that won everything a club can within a short span of time. But how can we say in the same sentence that “Barça is only successful because they rely on Messi” AND “Messi is only successful because he relies on Xavi/Iniesta”? Grasping at straws like this really isn’t necessary, because the truth of the matter is that they simply formed a brilliant partnership together. Barcelona successfully utilized the talents of these incredible players together to succeed. Some facts to further debunk this:

    • During Messi’s record breaking year when he scored 91 goals, he was assisted only eight times by Iniesta and five times by Xavi. 
    • Neither Xavi nor Iniesta have even assisted Messi the most in his career. It’s Dani Alves. 
    • Messi continues to have the most Barcelona assists himself since 2003/2004. At Barcelona, he has more assists alone than Iniesta and Xavi combined in their club careers.

    But maybe assists alone cannot determine the impact Xavi or Iniesta has on Messi. Alright, what about pre-assisted goals (goals pre-assisted by the scorer)?

    • As we said before, as of 2016, 90 of Messi’s goals were pre-assisted. This means that in ~23% of his goals, he started the play with key passes that ended up back with him scoring. 
    • While CR, surrounded by Modric, Kroos, Ozil, Di Maria, etc. (I’m not sure why people like to act like he hasn’t been surrounded by top players) throughout his career sits at 13 pre-assisted goals. 

    Not convinced? Then let’s look at Messi’s performances for Argentina, where he has no Xavi/Iniesta. You said….

    ► “Messi constantly disappears with Argentina when his team need him. CR7 is more decisive with his national team.

    Which is again, false. Of all the big name players that play for Argentina, you call the man who is, for his national team, the…

    • Top scorer in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Top scorer in International friendlies
    • Top scorer from the penalty spot
    • Top scorer in all U-20 international competitions
    • Top scorer in FIFA World Cup qualification
    • Top scorer when looking at goals scored in one calendar year
    • Top hat-trick scorer in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Top assister in all international competitions, including friendlies
    • Only player that have scored against all 9 South American Nations
    • Key contributor in terms of keeping possession, averaging 63 passes per game and converting 86.2 percent.

    “disappearing”, “dependent on Xavi/Iniesta” and "indecisive”?

    • Argentina’s National Team Win % in 2014 and 2018 World Cup Qualification with Messi: 65%
    • Without Messi? 22%.

      Not quite. 

      I would suggest reading and watching [this analysis] for a better perspective on this. There is a video there which compares how Messi plays for Argentina and how he plays for Barcelona and it reveals that there isn’t much difference between how he plays for both sides, but there is a difference in the behaviour of his teammates. The confidence that Messi receives from his teammates in Barcelona is far different from what he is offered by his teammates in Argentina. As I said before, Barcelona has been able to successfully utilize Messi’s talents/abilities and have reaped every award there is because of it - something Argentina has failed to take advantage of so far. 

      In regards to CR with this, a reminder:

      • CR goals international: 71 goals / 138 matches = 0.51 goal ratio
      • Messi goals: 58 goals / 117 matches = 0.50 goal ratio

      A difference of 0.01, with CR playing 21 more international games.

      International Assists?

      • CR: 23
      • Messi: 37 (in 21 less matches)

      International Goal Participation?

      • CR: Every 113m + 25s
      • Messi: Every 99m + 12s

      ► “In WC 2010 Messi score 0 goal even North Korea score more than him. In WC 2014 only scored in a group stage. Don’t mention Copa America, he just scored 1 goals and next year missed penalty.”

      It’s true that Messi didn’t score in WC 2010. He did get an assist (the same amount as CR in the tournament) and was named MOTM once (the same number of times as CR in the tournament). Funny you should mention North Korea though, the ONLY team Ronaldo scored against in WC 2010. Once. After Portugal was already up 6-0. 

      Also, I’m not sure which WC 2014 you were watching. I was watching the one where Ronaldo’s only goal in this tournament was also in the group stage (against Ghana), while Messi scored four times in the group stages, assisted Di Maria’s goal which carried them in the round of 16, and carried his team to the final. 

      And lol ”don’t mention Copa America”? Why? Because Leo carried his team to the final twice in two years?

      In 2015:

      • 1 goal, 2 penalties (including the ONLY one of his teammates to do so in the final) 
      • 3 assists

      In 2016: 

      • 5 goals 
      • 4 assists
        • (If you want to compare to CR’s Euro 2016, where he scored 3 and assisted 3). 
      • Again, carried his team to the final. But sure, summarize the tournament as a “missed penalty” to fit your narrative. 

      Also worth mentioning that in 2007, at age 20, he also set up the game winning goal against the US in the opening 4-1 win, scored the game-tying first goal vs Colombia in their 4-2 win, assisted their only goal against Paraguay in the beginning of the knockout stage, scored the second goal in their quarter-final victory, and another in their 3-0 semifinal win - which lead to the first of the three Copa America finals he’s played in. 

      ► “CR7 is a better header scorer.

      Yes, a 6′1 CR is better at scoring headers than a 5′7 Messi (*pretends to be shocked*). CR just passed Aduriz for this record a few months ago actually, which isn’t surprising - Cristiano has shown he’s very good in the air. Nobody is denying that Cristiano has great qualities as a player. But as I’m sure you would agree, this argument alone, does not cement anyone as the greatest of all time. Also notable to mention that Barça as a team - tactics/style kept in mind - score less headers. Next. 

      ► “Messi disappears in relevant Champions League matches.

      Did you even try with this one? A few examples of how wrong this is off the top of my head? 

      UCL Final vs. Manchester United, 2009

      UCL Quarterfinals vs. Arsenal, 2010

      • Scored four goals in the second leg, the first three in just 21 minutes

      UCL Semifinals vs. Real Madrid, 2011

      • Scored twice in ten minutes in the first leg. We advanced to the final 3-1 on aggregate. 

      UCL Final vs. Manchester United, 2011

      UCL Semifinals vs. Bayern, 2015

      • Nobody will ever forget his two goals in this extremely ‘relevant’ match, as you put it.
      • Was also at the heart of Neymar’s second goal in the second leg.

      UCL Final at Berlin against Juventus, 2015

      • Messi’s pass to Alba sparked the first goal scored by Rakitic
      • Messi was at the heart of the counter attack which gave Barca the lead again.
      • He wasn’t on the scoresheet, but he made his presence felt.

      It’s true that our last two Champions League tournaments were not what we hoped they would be, but in our ‘relevant’ matches then, Leo still scored 3 against Arsenal over both legs and scored a crucial penalty in our historic PSG comeback this year.

      I couldn’t help but notice how you didn’t have a counter-response about CR and ‘relevant’ CL matches. Could it have to do with numbers like this, from last season?:

      ^ (And again, credit to Sarah for this.)

      And speaking of ‘relevant’ matches, why not mention ‘relevant’ league matches?

      Credit to Grup 14 for the graph. Messi’s line (higher than CR’s in all aspects) shows a relatively steady performance in games (goals/assists) that isn’t affected by the quality of the opposition - so he’s there (more or less) regardless of ‘relevance’ of the match. Meanwhile, as we can see, CR follows an obvious increase in performance as the quality of the opposing team decreases.

      ► “CR7 is a player with more goals and assists in the history of CL, he is more decisive in this competition

      CR does have an advantage when it comes to assists in this competition (37 in 145 vs. Messi’s 25 in 115) - the only competition which he surpasses Messi in assists. And I’m certainly not denying that he’s decisive in this competition. Nobody could.

      But with goals:

      • CR: 104 goals in 145 games = 0.72 goals/game
      • Messi: 94 goals in 115 games = 0.82 goals/game

      And ultimately, titles:

      • CR: 3
      • Messi: 4

       ► “All the greatest players of all times have won with their national team. But Messi won’t.

      Cruyff. Raul. Puskas. Eusebio. Zico. Maldini. Ballack. Bergkamp. Figo. Gascoigne. Laudrup. And the list goes on.

      The greatness of these players, all who have never won an international title, are not questioned. A list Cristiano was also on just last year. Did you create this entire argument after the goal Eder scored, which CR watched from the bench?Did that moment make you believe it can overshadow all of the facts above? 

      If you want to get technical, Messi won with Argentina in 2008, when he became an olympic champion and was highlighted as one of the standout players in the tournament. 

      Neither CR nor Leo has lead their team to a World Cup. 

      But it is true that Messi hasn’t won a Copa America, despite playing in 3 finals and standing out in each one of those tournaments. 

      ► Other:

      • Most Ballons d'Or (5): Messi
      • Most consecutive Ballons d'Or (4): Messi
      • Most goals in La Liga history (347): Messi
      • Most assists in La Liga history (137): Messi
      • Most goals scored in a La Liga season (50): Messi
      • Most goals scored in a club season (73): Messi
      • Most goals in El Clasico history (23): Messi
      • Most assists in El Clasico history (13): Messi

      All I have to say is that if after going through the facts, doing some reading (some suggestions = Lionel Messi is ImpossibleBeyond stats and stunts - The gulf between Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo widened in 2016Lionel Messi vs Cristiano Ronaldo - Who’s the best goalscorer?Messi vs Cristiano Ronaldo - What defines a big-game player?, and the Messi vs. Ronaldo resource), some watching/listening (check out Lionel Messi - The World’s GreatestCruijffCast - Episode 7 - Messi x Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi vs. No Space, and Lionel Messi - The 10 Smartest Skills Without Touching the Ball), and maybe just watching some of Messi’s matches that will show you the things stats can’t fully capture… if you believe that headers in a differing styles of play and one international title can justify your entire argument, then there’s no more convincing I can do. This is why I like to stay out of this debate these days. Because for me, although CR is undoubtedly one of the great players of this generation, the greatest of all time isn’t debatable. 

      So if you haven’t guessed it by now, there are no tears over here. If you need a tissue though, let me know!

      Trying to get back into the groove of this doujin. Every time I draw Sesshomaru it’s so stressful cuz it feels like: ‘My God if I don’t draw him absolutely flawless they’ll never forgive me’. Anway, have a preview of one of the newer pages I’ve sketched this week. This one is page 61 (I am only at 68 atm. By my calculations I have about 20 more to sketch)

      Also hey look! Flashback to Obon!Kagome from Chapt. 07!

      anonymous asked:

      I wish they used 3D models for Sonic Mania. They're kinda restricting the graphics potential with 2D sprites.

      Not really, because creating fluid and vibrant sprites takes just as much time and effort as it does for 3D models.

      I feel a lot of people don’t give enough credit to the spritework business in general, usually by viewing sprites as less impressive than 3D models due to how supposedly primitive they are by comparison. Even though, as shown by Mania itself, as well as the original Genesis trilogy and Sonic CD, spritework when done right can achieve the desired results just as well, to amazing results of it’s own kind.

      Hell, just look at Mania’s now-famous title screen for example:

      Regardless of how much time it actually took to complete, you can tell there was a lot of effort spent in order to make it look as smooth and expressive as it is. And this is just the title screen. The rest of what we’ve seen so far looks just as eye-catching and appealing. The character animations, the enemy animations, the zones and their intricate colour schemes and patterns…

      Why should such obvious effort be disregarded purely because it’s not in full 3D?

      anonymous asked:

      All of sakuras effort and love was so pointless.She loves sasuke for years,is always loyal and waiting,took literally every step in their relationship,just to get knocked up and stuck alone raising a kid.I don't get how sakura can be happy,he left her,no reason can fix all those years He was gone.And this "important mission" was only important for the boruto plot line.And then he refuses to kiss her when the last time they saw each other was years ago,I can see how much he loves her.

      Okay, I really can’t be bothered to be nice about this.

      “All of Sakura’s effort and love was so pointless”

      No it wasn’t, it healed him of his loneliness and ensured that no matter where he maybe and what others may think of him, he’d always have a home to come back to where two people love him very much:

      But good job in starting the ask with such a generically ignorant comment.

      “Took literally every step in their relationship”

      In terms of their actual relationship, you don’t know who took which step because they progressed off panel, so please don’t pull things out of your ass.

      “Just to get knocked up and stuck alone raising a kid”

      That’s like saying Minato and Kushina spent all that time loving each other and preparing to be a family together, just so that they could immediately die and leave Naruto to grow up alone. The stupidity of this comment completely ignores the circumstances of how the situation came to be. Sarada also wasn’t just some random “kid” that Sakura was “stuck” with no alternative to raise. I like how you choose to word it in such a way as to make the scenario seem as dire as possible. It’s not going to work.

      “I don’t get how Sakura can be happy”

      Because unlike you and many others who share similarly one dimensional thoughts, she actually understands Sasuke and knows that he is gone for their sake, she knows how much he cares for the both of them, and she knows that despite his absence, their hearts remained connected:

      It’s not hard. Sakura knows that Sasuke is away because he has to be, not because he wants to be.

      “He left her, no reason can fix all those years he was gone”

      Sasuke’s not looking for a reason to “fix” his mistake. He acknowledges it and apologised for it. He just hoped that Sarada would at least understand why he did what he did, because he knew that Sakura was already aware.

      “And this “important mission” was only important for the Boruto plot line”

      What on earth does this prove? That’s like saying how Obito was only the person who caused the most shit in the entire series because of the Naruto plot line, or how Hashirama was only considered the “God of Shinobi” because of the Naruto plot line. It’s just like, what’s your point?

      “And then he refuses to kiss her when the last time they saw each other was years ago, I can see how much he loves her”

      Seeing as how that was a sarcastic comment, you clearly don’t see the love that’s between them.

      • But Sakura does:
      • Sarada does:
      • Naruto and Chouchou do:
      • And Karin does as well:

      It’s funny how a child like Chouchou who just barely met Sasuke and learned of their family situation, was able to gain a batter understanding of who Sasuke was, then someone like you who has supposedly known him for far longer, but still doesn’t have the faintest understanding of his character.

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      anonymous asked:

      OMG I just wanted to thank you for making that post abt the vlive because you must have put so much time into it. AHH~ it made my dayy and it just made jikook sail even further for meee <3 thank you so much ily

      I am reaaaalllllly happy you enjoyed it. It indeed took some time but if my followers take the time to send me an ask, It is only natural to put some effort when answering. Right right ^^

      AND you also made my day so I think you deserve a hug or even BETTER, a JIKOOK HUG COMPILATION
      Because if you ship Jikook you can enjoy:

      The front hugs: 

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      The laying down hug:

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      The imma squeeze you hugs: 

      1-The jimini way (So precious)

      2-The EXTRA kookie way …

      Thanks for the ask ^^

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      *again, TRIGGER WARNING - READ ABOVE*

      By Monday, everyone had begun to notice your unusual behaviour.
       
      It was obvious that you were trying to put up some kind of front around your friends, but nobody was buying it. And although Bucky was sure that Nat had figured out what was going on alongside Steve and Wanda, no one said a word.

      You avoided him and the subject like the plague. Feigned illnesses, impromptu assignments, and unexplained disappearances were becoming more and more common and it was only a matter of time until someone brought it up.

      That someone was Sam.

      Wednesday night he discreetly pulled Steve to the side after dinner, voice low and face solemn. You’d been absent again that evening, claiming to have an upset stomach, and Sam had had enough. Although it had seemed an unspoken rule not to bring up your behaviour, the situation was getting out of hand and he had to at least try asking about what was going on.

      Steve’s face softened as his friend spoke and Bucky watched in silence, slowly wandering closer as he used his enhanced senses to listen in on their conversation.

      “If you can’t tell me what’s going on, at least let me know if she’s okay.” Sam pushed, eyebrows knit together in worry.

      Steve let out an audible sigh. 

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      10

      The Titanic themed gastronomic dinner that took months of preparations has finally happened.

      and it was an absolute BLAST. 

      I never had this much fun during an evening in a long time ~ 

      I am so glad everything went smoothly and according to plan ( aside a thing or two but everything ended up going very very well ~ ) 

      Everyone were so nicely dressed, everyone put a lot of effort into their costumes ( We even had an Iceberg and the freaking door , we laughed so much! ) and the food was just Divine~ ( I planned a menu inspired by what was served on the ship ~ ) 

      Our official photographer is processing the photos he took there, so I am just posting what I took with my phone for now ~ but the official photos will be posted later ~ ( for they are MUCH MUUUUCH better quality ahah ) 

      I even got a host-gift of a “ Titanic beer”. Flawless ~ 

      RFA comforting MC when MC feels neglected


      (A/N: This is meant to be headcanons but like, it’s really long. So, it’s more like mini-fics, lol. ^^ Nevertheless, happy reading and enjoy!) 

      Yoosung:

      Yoosung was the type of person who always kept himself busy. When there was nothing, he preoccupied his time by gaming. But now, he spent his time studying and working hard at University to do his best; if not for himself, then you. While you felt proud of him growing up so much in such a little time, especially in order to impress you, you felt lonely. Lately, he had been so busy that he barely talked to you.

      And you understood that he didn’t have a choice, you really did. You thought that you should be supportive with his career and not bother him with your emotions. Hence, you kept your unnecessary emotions bottled up.

      Until one day, the bottle broke.

      And when it did, all the emotions poured out of you like a coke with mentos inside it. You were glad that when this had occurred, you were alone.

      Or so, you thought. It had happened that on that day, Yoosung had decided to arrive home early. So, when he came home to find you crying he panicked.

      He instantly dropped everything and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you into a tight hug, and squeezed you tenderly and lovingly.

      Despite your protests, he had forced you to tell him what was wrong. And although you felt silly for troubling him with your ‘childish’ issues, the boy shook his head and said just the right words.

      “You aren’t a bother, your emotions aren’t a bother no matter how small your issues seem to you. They are never small for me. It’s normal, your emotions are normal so let’s handle this normally by helping you through them.” He had said, before he brought you your favourite food, put your favourite show on, and watched it together with you.

      The entire time Yoosung did not release you from his embrace to assure you that he would always be there.

      Zen:

      It was a given fact that Zen was a workaholic. After he began dating you, he had decreased his hours of work to make sure that he gave you the time and attention that you deserved. However, recently, he had been offered a new enticing lead role in a musical which he really wanted. The only issue was that the practices for this new role became an enormous commitment. It was not just that. After the release of the musical, it had become a major hit which meant that his work with this project wasn’t finished as he had to attend many fan meet ups and such.

      To say that you missed him was an utter understatement. You began to feel insecure as if he did not want to be with you anymore. So, to avoid being in contact with you and not wanting to address the elephant of this situation, you believed that this was why Zen was overworking.

      However, your trust in Zen overwhelmed your insecurities. Additionally, you were very reflective of your situations. This helped you remember that Zen was an extremely loyal and honest person. If his intentions were to neglect you on purpose, he would not have pursued a relationship with you in the first place. He loved you too much to do something as petty as what your insecurities had caused you to thought.

      However, despite his love, his current actions were still bound to bother you and needed to be dealt with. So, you decided that you would discuss this with him over a cup of tea or so. And when you did, he was incredibly understanding of your situation and told you that he will decrease his work hours.

      In the meanwhile, he decided to do other things to make up for the loss time 

      (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

      Jaehee:

      Due to your partnership over the cafe with Jaehee, you two were together all time at work, and at home. You were busy just as much as her, and felt exhausted just as much as she did. However, the only difference was that Jaehee was use to the hectic work life due to working for Jumin prior to the cafe. She was use to the exhaustion: both physically and mentally and dealing it with on her own. However, you, on the other hand, you were not used to working and then living in a way where you did not talk about how you felt throughout the day in a proper face to face conversation with someone.  

      These days, Jaehee and you only shared conversations that were about work. Nothing was about yourselves. You were not able to share your thoughts, your feelings, or even have a small conversation which made you feel connected to her as a person. This was beginning to strain you emotionally and the stress that came with it was executed in your behaviour and work practice.

      It was on a certain day where it all went wrong. The atmosphere of the cafe was downright sour. Your genuineness of your  customer service felt forced. Everything ticked you off and the work was done poorly. This did not go unnoticed by Jaehee, who had decided to close the cafe early in order to make sure you were okay.

      As soon as she even called your name, you broke down crying. This had instantly caused her to enter her mom friend mode. Then, quickly as she could, she made you a cup of your favourite beverage in order to help you calm down, before encouraging you to talk about your feelings. And when you did, she realized that she was treating you somewhat similarly to how Jumin treated her. She instantly apologized and promised to spend more quality time with you as friends and not just as co-workers.

      Jumin:

      Jumin loved you a lot. For this reason, he tried his best to spend as much time as he could with you. If not only for your sake, but also his. However, lately, he was being bombarded with work constantly. If it was not late nights in at work, it was overbearing meetings. If it was not overbearing meetings, then it would be business trips overseas where he had to stay a few nights. Jumin’s lack of presence caused by this hectic schedule was a normal occurrence. You should’ve been use to it by now.

      And you were. You passed your time during his absence perfectly fine. After all, you were not alone. You had Elizabeth the 3rd. You should not be feeling like this.

      But you were, and you could not figure out why. This ‘normal’ schedule, did not feel normal anymore. You were beginning to be overwhelmed by loneliness. Additionally, the sorrow and anxiety caused by this continued to increase day by day. You tried to push it away and ignore it, but that just worsened how you felt. When the other RFA members tried to comfort you, or offered  their company instead, you always declined. That’s because it was not their company that you desired, but Jumin’s.

      You were not really sure what gave it away. Whether it was the extra longing looks you seemed to direct towards Jumin that made him knew, the RFA members notifying him of your condition, or something else entirely; you did not had to suffer from feeling lonely for too long.

      As if he knew it himself, Jumin had automatically decreased the amounts of work that he took on, and started to spend more time with you. You were not complaining, but the sudden change made you curious.

      When you asked him about it, he simply smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was nothing but filled with love and warmth. So much that it made you wondered.

      Perhaps he was also feeling what you were. After all, soulmates often tend to think alike.

      Saeyoung:

      A lot of things required Saeyoung’s attention nowadays. Firstly, he was busy with his work. Secondly, he was trying to rebuild his relationship with Saeran which required a lot of effort and patience. And this took so much out of his time that he barely had any time left to spend it with you. The time he was left with, he spent it sleeping. This was because despite how much he wanted to spend it with you, the fatigue in his body would not let him. After all, as a human, there were only so many nights he could pull an all nighter on without becoming extremely exhausted.

      You tried to be understanding of his situation. You tried to ignore your feelings, your needs and put Saeyoung’s needs before yours. But, after all, you were only a human as well. There was only so much time you could spend telling yourself that you didn’t mind it, but in fact you did.

      You did not want to seem needy so you did not bother to express your feelings.

      However, as if this was a game and Saeyoung had the option to hack into your mind, he eventually figured out that you were missing him. And so, he decided to do what he thought he did best: turn everything into a joke.

      He dressed like a gold digger and ordered a Jumin cosplay online that he forced you to wear. As a third party, Saeran was forced to dress like Elly.

      When this weird situation commenced, you were extremely confused at what was occurring. You thought it was a weird roleplay kink he wanted to discover. For this reason, it was incredibly uncomfortable to have Saeran standing in a corner and watching you with a stoic face.

      Subsequently, Saeyoung began to be incredibly flirtatious towards you and clingy. He began to proclaim his love towards you the way gold diggers did with Jumin. The only difference was that his acting was incredible cringey, but his love was absolutely genuine.

      The entire thing was a mess. However, when you busted out laughing with literal sparkles around you, Saeyoung could not be any happier.

      Then, finally, he had wrapped himself around you real tightly, before pampering your face with sweet kisses and lecturing you about the importance of talking about your feelings. What a hypocrite lol.

      Flood my Mornings: Twentieth of October

      Notes from Mod Bonnie:

      • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
      • Previous installment:  Stones (Jamie struggles with what separation from Jenny and his loved ones really entails.)

      Anon requested: Claire takes Jamie to the North End in Boston for Italian food.


      October 20, 1950

      It was not the first time I had noticed that Jamie’s raised eyebrow was quite dashing, no matter how scornfully-raised. “And you’re certain this is what ye want for your birthday, lass?”

      “Positive! Dig in, darling!”

      The restaurant was dimly lit, but even in the candlelight, I could see that he was staring at the plate of spaghetti bolognese as though it were a sleeping wolverine. 

      He poked the fragrant mass with his fork. “It just looks so—unwieldy.”

      “I have full faith in your ability to wield your dinner,” I laughed, sipping my wine before picking up my fork again. 

      Jamie watched me carefully, studying, then slowly imitated my motions of twirling the pasta around the fork using the bowl of the spoon as an anchor. I tried my best to stifle giggles into my wine glass as the load slipped off his tines halfway to his mouth not once, but twice. He fixed me with a gimlet eye. “If ye wished your present to be me making a fool of myself, I could think of half a dozen other more enjoyable—” 

      “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I snickered, “I’m not laughing, I promise.” I tightened my lips and looked angelically over at him. “Come on, once more?” 

      He sighed, twirled once more, and managed to get the bite into his mouth. 

      “So…? What do you think?” I asked eagerly. 

      “But it’s good!” he said through his mouthful, sounding highly surprised. “A bit slippery, but the sauce is quite nice.” He took a swallow of wine and sat, considering. “Aye, that’s lovely. How d’ye say it? Spag—?” 

      “Spagh-EH-tti,” I said, in my best exaggerated Italian accent, digging in to my own plate. “I’m so glad you like it! I haven’t had much Italian food before, either, but this is one of Tom and Marian’s favorite joints. You’ll have to have lasagne next time! Definitely less effort required!”

      He managed another bite, losing only one noodle on the journey. “Do they have any wee bibs like the ones we have for Brianna? Tasty as it is, I dinna ken how I should be able to finish the serving wi’out splattering myself filthy.” 

      In the end, he settled for a napkin tucked into his collar, and good thing, too, for otherwise his white shirt would have taken two direct hits before the meal was out.

      It was a lovely evening, with good food, good wine, and a gorgeous trio of singers serenading the diners from the far corner.  

      As the raucous Funiculì Funiculà was replaced by the sweet, sad strains of Musetta’s Waltz over our coffee and tiramisu (which Jamie did not enjoy— “It’s just wet cake!”), Jamie took my hand and squeezed it, his eyes crinkling with happiness. “Happy Birthday, Sassenach.”

      “Thirty-two,” I said, a bit ruefully. “I think that means I’m firmly out of the spring chicken years, don’t you?”

      “Hey, now, I’ll have no such talk,” he chided gently. “Every year we have together will be the best year—no matter how old we grow.”

      I felt my face grow flush with feeling and in seeing the fervor in his expression. “That’s a good way to think of it. Think we’ll still be this happy when I’m seventy-two?” 

      “Oh, aye, I’ll stake my life on it. I canna wait to see ye wi’ grey hairs. You’ll be the Sexiest grannie ever seen.”

      “You’re unbelievable,” I laughed. “But thank you.” 

      He stood halfway to lean across the table and kiss my hand. “I’m verra, verra glad ye were born, mo chridhe,” he murmured.  

      My throat felt thick. “I’m glad you were born, too.” 

      “Aye, but it’s no’ yet my day for it,” he grinned. As he sat back in his seat, he suddenly looked sharply up at me. “I didna think on it before, but this day is significant for another reason, forbye.”

      “Oh? What reason is that?” 

      “'Tis five years to the day since ye first told me the truth….” he said, eyes wide and wondering. “….about where ye truly came from, aye?”

      I gasped, remembering. 

      “Do you know when I was born?” I had hissed, voice tremulous, my hair wild and my eyes staring. “On the twentieth of October, in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and eighteen.”

      “Do you hear me?” I demanded, for he was blinking at me unmoving, as though paying no attention to a word I said. “I said nineteen eighteen! Nearly two hundred years from now! Do you hear?” 

      I had been shouting, but he’d nodded slowly. 

      “I hear.” 

      And then a long time later, many frantic words and tears later, he’d looked down at me and smiled faintly. 

      “Happy Birthday, Sassenach.” 

      It took me completely by surprise and I’d just stared stupidly at him for a moment. “What?” I’d managed at last. 

      “I said, ‘Happy Birthday.’ It’s the twentieth of October today.” 

      “That was quite a day, no?” the present-day Jamie said, refilling my coffee cup and scooting the rest of the tiramisu toward me. 

      “I was… so scared,” I said, feeling suddenly breathless from the remembered terror.

      “Christ, me too,” he agreed with a shudder. “When I saw ye there on the platform in Cranesmuir—To think they might have burned ye, if I hadna arrived in ti—”

      “No, no,” I cut in, “not then. I mean, I was terrified during the trial, of course…but it was there in the woods, that I meant. With you.” 

      That startled him, and I went on. “I was so frightened to tell you about my past. I was convinced you would think me mad—or even the witch you’d just vowed publicly that I wasn’t.” 

      That same faint smile crossed his lips but he said nothing. 

      “Tell me truly, Jamie…” I started, my stomach suddenly in knots, dreading the answer. “Did you really believe me… or did you just care for me enough that it was easier for us both that you should pretend to?”

      He spoke without hesitation. “No, I believed ye, Sassenach.”

      My exhale of relief and my, “But how? Why?” seemed to escape me simultaneously. 

      “Because your face betrays ye, mo sorcha—it always has. It’s why Colum and Dougal didna trust ye for a moment. They didna ken what it was ye were hiding, only that something was there ye wouldna tell. And in the time after we were made man and wife,” he reached across the tiny table and laid a warm hand on my cheek, “just as I kent your feelings for me were growing wi’ every passing day, I could see that there was something ye were holding back, still, even from me. It’s why I said ‘secrets, but no’ lies,’ aye?” He lowered his hand to gently hold my chin. “But this day, five years ago, was the first time I saw ye look back into my eyes wi’ nothing held back: no lies AND no secrets…. Your eyes told me that ye spoke true, no matter how unbelievable the truth was. And it slew me, Claire, then slew me again…because I knew I had to let ye go; go back to him.” 

      I couldn’t speak, just then, and he sat back in his seat, shaking his head, dazed. “I still canna believe ye chose me; still canna fathom what I felt when I awoke to find ye there in my arms…thought I surely was dreaming.”

      I reached for his hand. “I just…couldn’t give you up.”

      “And I thank God for it every day.”

      “Me too.”

      We sat for a time in silence, touching each others’ rings and feeling the warmth of our hands together. 

      Jamie was the one that broke the stillness, pulling away with purpose. “Now, as glad as I am that you’re a woman for whom watching a numpty suffer through a plate of Spaghetti is a sufficient birthday present—” he reached down to his feet and withdrew a parcel wrapped in brown paper, “—I did get ye a proper gift as well.”

      I grinned and reached for it; a book, surely, from the size and weight. Sure enough, as the paper fell away, I could immediately see the crisp page-edges and the shiny binding that read: Medical Education in the United States: rankings and reviews (1950 ed.)

      “Oh, Jamie…” I breathed, opening the cover and flipping through the pages. Harvard. Princeton. Stanford. Osteopathic and Medicine programs of California. Texas. Pennsylvania.  MCAT procedures. Top residencies by specialty. And on and on it went. 

      “I ken we’ve been talking a great deal about the new bairn and the hope that we’ll conceive soon; but I didna wish ye to think I’d forgotten your other wish. I’ve been reading up on what it’s like—the requirements and the different options you’ll have. I didna ken there were half so many programs in Massachusetts, let alone the whole country!“ He gave a small shrug. "Perhaps it all goes wi'out saying, but I wanted ye to hear from my lips that I want ye to go to the best medical school ye can, if that’s your wish—even if it’s in—” He hesitated, speaking tentatively. “Hah-wheyyy?

      Hawai’i,” I corrected, laughing with happy tears in my eyes.

      “Aye, there,” he grinned, “or wherever the best spot for ye may be. Whither thou goest, I will go.” 

      “Thank you, darling,” I whispered.

      “My only requirement,” he said, suddenly stern, “is that you make it so they have to republish this wee book soon, for there isna a single mention of the possibility of a woman attending. Tis all ‘his’ and ‘him’ and ‘gentlemen in the class of such and such.’ You’ll need to change that, aye?”

      I grinned at him and shook his hand playfully. “It’s a bargain.”

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      Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 11


      Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

      Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

      Warnings: Violence, blood, language, sexual situations, mentions of abuse, panic attacks, possible triggers and lots of sexual tension

      Word Count: 6,544 (holy sh*t when did that happen)

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      You jolted awake as someone wrapped their hands around your arm and began to shake violently. You sat up, the burn of your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room matching the dull ache that resided at your neck.


      “Wake up!” You lowered your head to see Eva knelt down at the side of the bed, whispering aggressively at you. “We don’t have much time together!”


      “Eva?” You shook you head in an attempt to center your focus. “What… What are you doing here? Why… How did you-”


      “I’ve… I’ve been with Kyungsoo. I haven’t been able to see you.” She cut you off, anxiety evident in her wide eyes, “But I’m here now. And I need to- need to tell you-”


      Eva’s breathing became forced and rapid. You quickly threw your legs over the bed, earning a sharp influx of pain as you did so, and squatted down at the bedside next to her.


      “Shhhh, Eva, it’s okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths.” You rubbed your hand tenderly up and down her back. Her wings had folded as tightly as they could go to keep them from becoming an obstruction, and you could tell by the way they were trembling that it took much effort.


      “The gate,” Eva wheezed, regaining a supply of air to her lungs, “The gate to go back… To Seraphim…”


      Your hand froze.


      “I’ve- I’ve been watching it the entire time… I’ve been here… It’s opens- it follows a pattern.”


      “Eva…” Your eyes grew big with concern as Eva refused to meet your gaze. “How long have you… How long have you been here?”


      All of her muscles tensed as her movements froze. “That’s… Not important right now. What is, however, is that we need to be at the gate when it opens. I’ve seen the beginnings. The signs. A week. That’s how long we have. We have to be at the gate in a week. A week. We have to- we have to be there, we have to-”


      “It’s okay, Eva,” You leaned forward to cradle her head in your arms as she began to ramble in a transient daze. “We can get out of this place together. Alright? We can go home.”


      She looked up at you, her sleek and bedraggled, raven-colored hair falling into her eyes. “We can?”


      “Yes, Eva, I swear we will. I swear I will get you home.”


      For the first time ever, you saw the traces of a hopeful smile flitter across Eva’s lips.


      A smile that was short-lived.


      The familiar, cacophonous grating noise sounded, followed closely by the metal door being flung open quickly and violently. Your head jerked up to identify the intruder. A familiar face. One that wore only black jeans and a simple black T-shirt to match his ebony locks.


      Kyungsoo.


      “Eva,” His black, soulless eyes reflected the lack of emotion in his voice as his gaze hardened. “I told you never to run away from me again.”


      Eva looked up at a lethargic pace, all energy drained from her aura. After only a few seconds of silence, she began to sob, pressing her back against the edge of the bed defensively.


      “She- she isn’t doing anything wrong, Kyungsoo.” You placed yourself in front of Eva protectively. “She should be allowed to stay. That’s- that’s what Chanyeol said.”


      Kyungsoo stalked towards the two of you, a ominous shadow following his footsteps as he neared. “Chanyeol put Eva under my supervision.”


      He stood at your feet, towering above you now.


      “You can’t take her,” You solidified your voice, a surge of guardianship instilling within you a sense of confidence.


      “Yes.” Kyungsoo bristled. “I can.”


      In a flash, Kyungsoo reached behind you, gripping onto Eva’s wrist and yanking her out from behind her cover forcefully. She let out a weakened scream as she fell forward into Kyungsoo’s arms, against his chest. The veins on his arms rippled and became prominent as he locked them around her shoulders to combat her violent thrashing.


      “Kyungsoo!” You protested, but his eyes only narrowed as he sent you a venomous glare.


      Without another word, Kyungsoo gripped Eva’s waist and threw her over his shoulders before turning around, heading back towards the door.


      “Kyungsoo! You can’t!-”


      Your cries were silenced by the cantankerous slam of the grated door. Your instincts kicked in and you ran to the door as it shut, beginning to bang your fists against it ferociously.


      “Bring her back! Kyungsoo!” Tears fought their way to the corners of your eyes as you continued to pound relentlessly against the door. “Bring her back! Bring her back! Bring her-”


      Suddenly, the door cracked open, and you stumbled backwards. You continued to scoot away from the door as it opened slowly. The familiar red glint of Chanyeol’s hair appeared on the other side, and he made his way into the room. You were breathing heavily, your heartbeat picking up as your eyes met.


      You found yourself at a total loss for words as his gaze burned a hole through your heart.


      “Eva will be fine.” Chanyeol’s baritone voice finally shattered the awkward silence. “I have ordered every living thing under my jurisdiction that, under penalty of death, no one is to lay a hand on her, or you, without my explicit permission.”


      “But Kyungsoo-”


      “-Will follow orders.” Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly before his expression softened. “I haven’t come here for that, though.”


      You sent him a quizzical glare.


      “I came to extend an invitation. For a walk.”


      Your hands instinctively balled into fists, prepared for whatever binding method Chanyeol had planned to lead you outside of his room.


      “No, Angel-cakes.” Chanyeol looked down at his feet with a sad smile, shaking his head, “No ropes. No ties. No blindfolds. Today we are just two people out to enjoy the beautiful weather together.”


      Chanyeol’s smile widened as he extended his hand to you, being mindful to give you some personal space.


      A deep feeling hidden somewhere within your gut urged you to take his hand without hesitation. You fought this urge, along with the peculiar desire to believe him. Nevertheless, you slowly extended your hand towards Chanyeol’s and he encased it gently within his own.


      Before you had a chance to trust your better judgement, Chanyeol turned around and led you through the door. He quickly closed it behind him and began to walk, leading you at a leisured page through the familiar, monotonous maze of corridors. This time was different though.


      This time, you weren’t fearing for your life.


      You realized that you should be, considering the fact that it was still Chanyeol who was guiding you to an undisclosed location. But you felt something different this time.


      You felt safe.


      “About Eva,” Chanyeol’s soft tone echoed through the desolate hallways, ripping you away from your thoughts. “You don’t have to worry. Kyungsoo would never hurt her.”


      “How can you be so sure?” You were surprised by how small your voice sounded in comparison to his.


      Chanyeol’s grip around your hand tightened as he laced his fingers with yours.


      “Because he’s in love with her.”


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      5 pages letter from May 21st, 1984 by Ted Bundy (x)

      Dear Diane,

      I have received your letter from May 1st, I apologize for taking so long to answer it. Thank you for writing to me.

      You say that you have written to me on two previous occassions. I’m sorry, but I don’t recall those letters.

      In your letter you speculated as to the possible reasons why I didn’t answer your earlier letters. I’d like to comment on your theories.

      1.I’ve many letters from total strangers.” You’ve a point here. I do receive many letters from people I have never known (I agree with you, by the way, that “there are no strangers in the world, only people we haven’t met.”)

      The main problem here isn’t so much the time I’d need to answer took me, that problem can be overcome. All I need is the motivation. I made little or no effort to write back to people like yourself, but lately I have been because … well, it’s not easy to say actually. I guess I just feel free to in a way I wasn’t before.

      No, the real problem I have in answering you and others who write to me is a straight forward for me: I don’t have the stamps.

      People don’t send me stamps or stampered, self- addressed envelopes (note: Here he makes reference on the right where it says:“Let me correct what I just wrote.”) Sometimes people will enclose a stamp or two but they are for the exception.

      I’m not being critical, Diane. That’s just the way it is. I can’t send people letters if I don’t have stamps.

      So I have to conserve the few stamps I have for people I have known for years, especially my wife and family. Only when I have what can be considered an extra stamp or two now-and-then do I respond to the (illegible) of correspondence I have from other folks.

      Believe me, I don’t expect people to send me stamps. I don’t imagine that it occurs to people who write to me that I wouldn’t have just one stamp to use to write them back. But as I’ve explained, there are many letters that each need only one stamp.

      And it may also be that people assume (illegible) heard rumors to the effect that I have money, or friends or family with money. I don’t, and (whatsmore), I don’t receive a nickle from many of the books, articles, TV programs, or (illegible) films about Ted Bundy. Nothing. Nada. Zero.

      That’s fine, too. I don’t want any of that money and I don’t need it. The fact is I’m broke, and while I can handle that, it also means I can’t afford stamps to go on letters to you. So it goes.

      Excuse me, I’ve made too much of the stamp (illegible). It doesn’t bother me actually, it’s just the way it is.

      2.My wife doesn’t allow me to answer letter from other women?

      This is the second theory you propose. Perhaps you were being only half serious on this one. No problem. Of course, if you knew my wife, Carole, you would understand immediately that isn’t the case.

      3.You are too busy to write a lot of just friends letters.

      I’ve already addressed this point, though briefly, earlier on. Time is not a big factor here. Or is lazyness. It can be, though.

      I find that I have more than enough to keep my days (illegible) from 5 in the morning to 11 at night. I’m rarely bored. However, contrary to what you assumed, I do not work with legal matters.

      Generally, (illegible). I find the law too limiting and doctrinaire the way it goes about separating people. But that is another story.

      So while I am being in a relaxed, controlled, and positive way, there is time to write just friends, occasionally, attorneys, the time available is limited and there are many people to write to. It’s also important that I feel inwardly moved to write to a certain person, and I don’t always feel that way. I have to be conscious of my inner flow and that is another story too.

      I enjoyed your letter and enjoyed writing to you. Again, excuse me for taking so long.

      X.

      Room - [Monsta X] Kihyun!Boyfie Au

      Originally posted by kihqun

      “Come out for awhile, let’s talk.” - Kihyun.

      You tucked yourself tighter in your jacket and exhaled when you saw his brownish hair shine beneath the street lamp by the narrow steps where your house were.

      “What is so important that can’t wait til morning.” You made it clear to frown and because of it, Kihyun felt a sting in his heart. The cold night air certainly didn’t help much.

      “Be honest with me, what’s your relationship with Minhyuk.” His voice was ambigous although the intentions were clear. He made the conversation into an interogation therefore your red lights lit up in your head. But your hasty answers didn’t bring the warmth Kihyun was seeking.

      In fact, it boiled him much further.

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      Handwriting 2/2

      I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

      I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

      4200 words, watch for the cut!


      When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

      The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

      “Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

      He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

      Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

      By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

      A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

      After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.

      ~*~

      The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

      Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

      “You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

      “Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

      “I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

      Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

      It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.

      ~*~

      The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

      The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

      He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

      “Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.

      ~*~

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