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Ren wore Minhyun’s jacket on todays v-live!

Aron also wore his jacket a long time ago as well on v-live lol. It seems Minhyun must have left most his cloths at home for his members to wear (Baekho literally said they just wear whatever’s lying around without paying attention to who it belongs to).

I know Ren probably didn’t have any purpose with wearing it, but it’s little things like this that remind me how strong ot5 bond is. They were literally together 24/7, shared everything together and only had each other. Minhyun not being able to be with NU’EST for 1.5 years is indeed killing me, but honestly it’s small things like this that keep me going. Knowing that he left his things at home where they belong, and Minhyun will eventually return❤️

P.S the members are also wearing Minhyun’s cloths a lot lately because he isn’t there to call them out on it LMAO

How to Read Energy and What to Expect

As many of you know, one service I offer on this blog are energy readings. I have gotten a lot of inquiries on how I do these readings, so I would like to inform you on my methods as well give you tips on how to do them yourself. Please note that I am not an expert nor do I have the final say on how to do energy readings properly, this is just my experience. 

Understanding Energy
The way I understand energy is as the force that inhabits everything at one point or another. Everything has an energy signature, down to the smallest grain of sand. However, the energy of living things is a bit different. There have been many names given to this energy but it is most often known as one’s life force. The hardest part of an energy reading is picking up on one’s particular energy among the trillions of energy sources swirling around at any given moment, but I will tell you how I do this.


How to Read Someone’s Energy

My method for reading energy is going to be different from everyone else’s. Your method for reading energy will be different from everyone else’s. Everyone has their own techniques for reading energy, but here are a few of mine.

  1. Sit in a comfortable location with at least part of you pressed firmly against the ground. 
  2. If you are reading for someone irl, have them sit near you. Physical contact often helps if both of you are comfortable with that. 
  3. If you are reading for someone not physically present, it can help to have a piece of them “sit” in front of you. I ask for names and blog urls when I do my readings so that I have an energy signature to focus on but you really can use anything or nothing at all, whatever helps you get a lock on the other person’s energy. 
  4. Sit in front of the person or blog and close your eyes. A bit of meditation before you try to tap into their energy is a good idea.
  5. Feel the energy of the earth under you and feel out this individual’s energy as it appears, a piece of the earth just like you.
  6. Grab onto this energy. Snatch it from the earth just briefly. Images, smells, tastes, sounds, colors, and feelings should come to you as you feel their energy. Keep a mental note of what you experience and write it down once you return.
  7. What you have experienced while feeling someone’s energy is their energy reading. It may be a bit of a jumbled mess, but that’s okay. Everyone’s energy is different but there may also be some overlap, which is also okay.

You can give someone their energy reading in many forms. I give mine as a paragraph with everything I saw, yours may be only a line or two. Everyone experiences different things when reading energy and having shorter readings isn’t a bad thing. You may even pick up on more or less energy from each individual. Its totally okay if some readings are long and others very short. 


So…. What if your energy reading doesn’t resonate with me, like, at all?

There could be a great number of reasons your reading went screwy. As I said before, energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it simply changes shape. This being said, it could be a number of factors.

  1. I am picking up not on your energy, but the energy of someone very close to you. If you have been in contact with them recently, pieces of your energy sometimes clings to them. 
  2. It could also be that I am reading into the energy of one of your past lives, something you won’t necessarily resonate with or remember.
  3. It could also be that the reading was accurate but maybe some part of it was hard to hear, or some repressed memory. This is not the fault of the reader, in the long run it is up to the client to interpret the reading. 
  4. It could also be external factors in my own life clouding my ability to pick up on your energy. My cat knocks over a vase in another room and not thinking I write that in as your energy because I was so lost in the moment.
  5. It could also be you’re my last in a long line of energy readings and I am exhausted and hurriedly trying to get through your reading without paying attention to detail. 
  6. It could be any number of things, all acting upon one another. Keep an open mind. 

Whatever the reason for your energy reading not being accurate, it is best to just be polite and move on. No good will come of harassing a reader, especially if they are offering a free service. 


I just did an energy reading and I’m exhausted!

Yup, that’s a real thing and totally normal. Energy readings can be draining, especially for beginners, as you expend some of your energy when you tap into the earth and go out in search of other energies. This is especially draining at first if you have not yet learned how to shield your energy when searching in the energy field and subsequently some of it may be leeched out. Here are some self care tips to help you regenerate faster.

  1. Time yourself. I like to light a stick of incense before I start my readings. Once it is completely burned out, I stop no matter what I’m doing and go drink some water and just do something I enjoy for 30 minutes or so before returning to readings. 
  2. Eat or drink something sugary or high in carbohydrates while you read to return energy lost. I like to munch on sweet cherries while I read.
  3. Learn to shield yourself from energy drain. I imagine my energy dressed in a suit of impenetrable armor before I search out someone’s energy. Your shield can come in any manor of form, find one that feels right to you and keeps the pesky energy leech out. 
  4. Take little breaks in between readings, even just a minute or two to catch your breath. 
  5. Use crystals to return your energy. I like to take some moon-charged amethyst and hold it in my palm during breaks, feeling its energy flow into me. 
  6. Practice self care. Shower, change your clothes, put on some lotion or makeup… Anything like that will help replenish energy.
  7. Take a nap! I have a bad habit of doing energy readings as soon as I wake up and then I’m dead for the rest of the day. Napping helps immensely. 
  8. Know your limits. You probably won’t be able to do 20 energy readings your first day. Pacing is so important.
  9. If you are doing energy readings online, be prepared to use the block button. Some people are going to be rude, but that is their problem not yours.
  10. Have fun! If energy readings become stressful take a break. If someone is waiting on you for their energy reading, they will understand if it comes a little late. If not, fuck ‘em. You don’t owe anything to people who don’t care about your well being as a reader. 

There are a great many things you can do to recharge after an energy reading, but these are just a few of my favorites. Everyone is different, and respecting that is key. 

Remember actually enjoying yourself is key. Good luck with your energy readings!

It Ain’t Me: Part 7

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Genre: Angst

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You took great interest in reading novels and visualizing them in your mind however, one thing you were never able to visualize without cracking up was when people said, “It’s as if time slowed down.” How could one not crack up at that? It took a comical tint when you tried to visualize it in your head. However, now you weren’t so sure about that because you were feeling exactly like that. The moment your eyes landed on Jungkook and Seulgi, you could swear Kronos himself had come alive to make things worse for you because a heavy feeling settled on you, and everything suddenly seemed to be moving at a very slow pace.

You noticed every detail within a matter of a few long seconds. Their intertwined hands, the transition of Jungkook’s expression from shock to disbelief to anger, Seulgi’s widened eyes with a twinge of fear in them and the change in Yoongi’s body language, which suddenly seemed passive aggressive with his hands casually crossed across his chest but eyes, hardened and angry.  

After what seemed like an eternity of jumbled, nonsensical thoughts appearing and disappearing out of your head, you took a deep breath and snapped out of your trance. You forced your shocked features to accommodate a poker face and turned around in your seat to face the bar.  


You couldn’t even bear to look at them.

Yoongi noticed your noiseless but pronounced decision and strangely enough, he came back on your side and sat down as well. You looked at him with slightly questioning eyes but he just gave you a knowing look as if to say: I told you I’m on your side on this.

You gave him a small smile despite your resolve to not show any emotions under the scrutiny of the two unexpected visitors but only because you couldn’t help yourself. How funny was this situation? Your boyfriend and best friend, well-ex boyfriend and ex best friend, were not by your side but this unexpected friend, who you had never thought would be with you offering you support, possibly at the expense of his friendship, was doing just that.

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or Yoongi’s unexpectedly supportive behavior this night but you were feeling warm on the inside despite all the tension surrounding you. At least there was one person, one friend, who was here, sitting by your side and listening to you.  You didn’t have to get affected by their presence. It’s not like they hadn’t individually made it clear to you that they were perfectly happy with each other. You could enjoy this night without paying attention to them and you would.

Your resolve, however, slightly weakened as you noticed Jungkook had broken out of his stupor and was very evidently walking towards you and Yoongi, leaving Seulgi in her place. He looked confused and angry. Your eyes were unresponsive throughout his short journey till Yoongi’s stool but your heart began beating so fast you could feel your ears vibrating with its movement. Nonetheless, you maintained your calm exterior until Jungkook stopped right behind Yoongi.


“Hyung, what the hell are you doing here?”


Of course, he wasn’t even going to acknowledge you.


You looked at Yoongi, expecting him to respond to Jungkook’s question but were surprised to find him looking at you.

“____, you want to get out of here? I’ll take you home.”

Your mouth fell slightly open at his blatant disregard for Jungkook’s question and looked up to find him mirroring your expression. Maybe Yoongi hadn’t noticed Jungkook?

“Y-Yoongi…” You gestured behind him to tell him about Jungkook. He looked at you and then turned back in his stool. You looked carefully at the exchange between the two friends, the tension getting the better of you.

Only, it didn’t last long.

Yoongi looked at him for two seconds and again, turned back towards you.

There it was. He was doing this on purpose.

“I know.” Yoongi said to you. “However, what I want you to pay attention to right now is my question. Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at you intensely, waiting for your answer.

At that moment you realized, he was telling you to make a decision much more important than just leaving the café. You either stay there and talk it out with Jungkook or leave him behind.

You considered both the options. Stay here and talk it out with him? Tempting. After all, you had tried so hard to get him to meet you even once without any success and now that he was finally in front of you, you had the chance.


But why should you?


It shouldn’t be you who’s getting anxious. It shouldn’t be you who’s hanging by every word that comes out of his mouth. It shouldn’t be trying to prove something to him, to offer explanations when there is not an iota of truth in the accusations put upon you. It’s been a while too late for you to even consider this option.

Leave him behind? Also sounds tempting. After all there’s contempt in you. Anger, frustration and hate. Yes, hate. You hate Jungkook for not believing you. You hate him for not listening to you. You hate him for not even giving you one chance. You hate her too. You hate them both. But why should you be the one running away?

Without newfound determination, you looked at Yoongi who was patiently waiting for an answer. You glanced at Jungkook as well, who was looking at you suspiciously.


“I want to stay here. Of course, if you want to leave we can.”


Yoongi smiled at your response, gauging the hidden meaning behind your words. You were not going to back down or hide in fear. You were going face the situation if it came to that. Or so you told yourself.


“Okay, we’ll stay here.”


You could see Jungkook getting agitated from the corner of your eyes. His breaths were shorter now, and his free hand- the one was not in his pocket was fisting and unfisting repeatedly. Of course, he was confused. He wasn’t going to just back down because just because he was ignored a few times. He brought his hand up to Yoongi’s shoulder


“Hyung. What is happening here?”


Yoongi finally looked back at him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

“What do you mean why am I here?” Jungkook asked him with incredulous eyes. “Why are you here hyung?”

“I am having a drink with _____, as you can see. Why don’t you go enjoy your time with your girlfriend?” Yoongi gestured, not so subtly.

A number of emotions passed through Jungkook’s face but his anger didn’t budge. He looked at you finally and even though you should have been prepared, you were still surprised by the amount of hate his eyes held as they looked into yours.  He looked at you as if you had once again let him down.


“Is this your way of taking revenge ____?” He spat out, his tone attracting a few stares from the people sitting around you. But you couldn’t care less about that. You were more focused on his words. You knew he was trying to rile you up.

“My way of taking revenge?” You scoffed. “C’mon Jeon, you know me better than that.”

“I don’t though, do I?” He shot back, his hand tracing his chin in derision. “I would’ve been prepared to see you shaking your pretty little ass for other men if I did.”


You felt a sharp jolt of pain hit your chest at his words. All sarcasm and humor left your brain as it tried hard to make you believe that the love of your life had openly shamed your character. You caught people staring in your direction, giving you unsavory looks but you tuned it out. All your focus was getting invested on keeping your goddamn tears in. You looked down at your lap and swallowed the huge lump in your throat.


“Jeon Jungkook, it’ll do you good to leave right now otherwise I swear to fucking god I’ll break your face.”


Yoongi’s voice rang out as he abandoned his drink and stood up to face Jungkook. Despite being slightly shorter, his aura was more intimidating and commanding. He didn’t flinch as he lightly pushed Jungkook in the stomach as a signal for him to back off.  


Jungkook looked at his hyung, clearly taken aback by his words. 


“Hyung,” He grit his teeth and stepped forward once again. “What do you think you’re doing right now?” His tone lowered considerably but you noticed that it was not out of respect but anger.

Yoongi was not one to be intimidated though. “I said, get the hell out of here punk, before I break your face.”

“Have you lost your mind, Hyung?” Jungkook exclaimed. “You will fight with me for…” He looked at you like you up and down, like you were something filthy, something untouchable. “Her?”  


Yoongi’s eyes grew wide at the vulgarity of his expression and he growled, bringing his hand up to hit him. Before he could land a punch though, you stopped him by grabbing his arm. It wasn’t like you felt generous towards Jungkook, far from it really. But you had had enough. Your heart felt like it was placed on a bed of needles. What had you even done to deserve such contempt? The tears had long escaped the holds of your fragile will and were falling down your face rapidly.  You heartbeat was skyrocketing, a little too unstable to be normal. You got up, you wanted to get out of here otherwise you would suffocate to death. However, the moment you got up from your seat your legs gave out. Yoongi rushed to grab you before you could fall down and held you in place.


“___! What’s happening? Talk to me!” His touch was light but through your blurry vision you saw the worry on his face.

You pressed on his arm to bring him closer to you and he complied, putting his ears near your mouth.

“I want to get out of here,” You panted. “I think I’m getting an anxiety attack.”



Jungkook’s heart fell when he saw your knees giving out. He reflexively reached out but Yoongi beat him to it. Had he gone too far? Were you drunk? He didn’t know. What could he do? He felt so very angry, so hateful. How could you sit here and enjoy your time? Did you not feel any guilt? Why did it have to be Yoongi? He had too many questions and no answers. Everything around him was hazy.

His jealousy flared the moment he saw you pulling Yoongi towards you and mumbling in his ears. Yoongi nodded and immediately put his hands around your waist pulling you up. You leaned on him for support, closing your eyes.


“Get out of the way, I need to take her home.”


Jungkook looked at Yoongi when he realized he was the one being addressed. Yoongi’s eyes were stormy; Jungkook could tell he was really angry with him. But why? Why was he angry with him? Jungkook grit his teeth. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t he see that you were the one who betrayed him? He was the victim here. He looked at you as your shallow breaths brushed away the few hairs falling on your face. Your face shined with sweat and tears and your lips were dry. He narrowed his eyes. Were you sick?

He again reflexively reached out to touch your face but you opened your eyes just in time. There was an unreadable emotion in your eyes but it was one that sent shivers down his spine. His hand froze mid-air.


“Don’t fucking touch me Jeon Jungkook. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”


Jungkook’s heart hammered in his chest at your words. A feeling of guilt settled over him as he looked in your eyes. You were the one in the wrong and yet your eyes were fixed. You stare was unflinching.

Your stare was unapologetically true.

His eyes widened. He could sense the seed of doubt growing in his mind but he quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t be wrong, he knew he couldn’t be…but what if he was? What would he do then?

He was forced out of his thoughts as Yoongi’s hands roughly pushed him out of the way. He staggered back but collected himself before he bumped into something. When he looked up again, Yoongi was already half way to the doors with you in his arms and you…you were sleeping?


No. No goddammit. You were unconscious.


“Shit.” Jungkook muttered under his breath and ran forward, concern taking over his senses. Yoongi was almost near the door when Jungkook rushed and stopped him.

“Hyung! What happened? Is she okay?” He asked, a little out of breath.

“Knock it off, kid. We can discuss this later. She needs to get out of here and she doesn’t want you there.” Yoongi told him sternly, once again turning away to step out. Once gain, Jungkook stopped him.

“Please, Hyung! At least tell me what’s happening to her! Is-“

Yoongi’s voice was steel cold when he interrupted Jungkook.


“You’re a fucking piece of shit, you know that? A brat. Do you think you can just step in anytime and do any thing you fucking want to? You practically called her a whore in front of everyone and you think you get to show concern 5 minutes past? If the situation was any different, I would have beaten the shit out of you. Get it together, you fucking bastard.”

Silence settled around Jungkook after Yoongi finished. There was nothing he could say. Despite the noise, all he could register was the stillness around him as he looked at you lying in Yoongi’s arms and Yoongi holding you protectively.

“Oh and Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice rang in his ears and he caught his hyung’s eyes once again.


“Your girlfriend is waiting for you. Have fun.”


With that, he opened the door and rushed out, leaving Jungkook standing there immobile behind the doors, unable to decipher his own thoughts and feelings.


To be Continued…

Much love, 

Inferno-loop

So I may have fallen in love with this AU. *__*

My take on Altean Prince!Lance has all of the same insecurities as in canon - of being mediocre, insignificant, superfluous - but exacerbated by his station in life. To the other pilots, he’s a pampered little playboy who was gifted his position, and all he can do is put on a brave face and pretend he doesn’t hear their whisperings, privately desperate to prove (to them? to himself?) that he really belongs there.

Keith is still half-Galra (humanness is recessive in this universe, I guess), a runt among the soldiers, and severely ostracised for it. He’s short on social graces, so he’s constantly getting into fights, and despite his extraordinary talent in the field, has accrued enough demerits that he’s been condemned to the lowest rung of deckswabbers for about a decafeeb.

Anyways, one day they’re both busy being broody and self-absorbed without paying attention to where they’re walking, and you can probably imagine what comes next.

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How would the Karasuno boys act when they have to buy condoms from Ukai's shop, having to look their coach in the eye as they pay for them?

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The only way I could rationalize them willingly buying condoms from Sakanoshita–as opposed to any place else–knowing that their coach is minding the shop is that the team has some crazy bet going on and these are in the event that they are the loser of said bet. Whether or not they’re doing the do and actually need them is entirely irrelevant.

Daichi

  • He’s one of the few who don’t make it weird somehow. It’s just another transaction, right? Not to mention that Ukai’s made it clear to them that whatever they do outside of volleyball is none of his business.
  • It’s not embarrassing until he gets to the counter to pay and has a moment of internal panic that this is very awkward. But Daichi’s a master of keeping his composure while screaming internally all the while, so you’d never know.
    • It doesn’t hurt that he buys a few things he actually needs along with them. But still.

Suga

  • He tries to play dumb when they’re rung up: “Whoops, how did those get in there? Well, I guess I’ll take them anyway. Doesn’t hurt to have some, right?” Cue the forced bashful laughter.
  • It’s clear to everyone within a 5 mile radius that Suga is playing this up too much. Like it’s painful to watch.
  • Once out of the shop, Suga will show no mercy and pelt either the first person who laughs or the person who suggested the bet in the first place with the box.

Asahi

  • He has to buy at least four or five other things along with them in hopes that Ukai doesn’t give the condoms a second thought.
  • Except he kind of just grabs whatever is within arm’s reach in a tizzy without paying attention, so it’s an interesting mix of things.
  • He forgets how to breathe when Ukai rings his things up. You’d think that having his coach be unfazed by all of this would make it less embarrassing, but the contrast in their demeanors makes it worse. 
    • You can bet his s/o will be the one to buy them from now on because he’s scarred for life.

Nishinoya

  • Slams the box down on the counter and looks Ukai straight in the eyes. It’s the only thing he’s buying.
  • Noya’s got a dead serious look on his face the whole time. Coupled with the fact that he’s standing in a power pose, it makes the transaction feel more like a battle of wills than a simple interaction between a shopkeeper/coach and his customer/pupil.
  • Seriously, Ukai is unnerved by this until Noya shouts out a thanks and bows deeply before leaving the shop, and hearing Tanaka’s cry of “Noya-san is so cool!!!” from outside.

Tanaka

  • Tries the nonchalant whistling thing, which makes the whole process more suspect and embarrassing.
  • “They’re for my sister’s…. boyfriend…”
    • He doesn’t know why he went with that excuse. Even if Saeko had a boyfriend, neither of them would bother having Tanaka buy a box for them.
  • Ukai’s, “Good for them, I guess?” does nothing to alleviate any of Tanaka’s embarrassment.

Ennoshita

  • If it’s questioned, he has his excuse of “A prop for the new movie” all ready to go. Although, he’s also worried that unless he can make up a plot for this movie that doesn’t exist (yet), it might be considered a cause for concern that his movies are getting too adult for high school students to be in charge of.
  • Takes five minutes to come up with an elevator pitch just in case before he has to go in.
  • Ukai doesn’t even ask or indicate that he’s buying condoms and Ennoshita–red-faced and stuttering–goes on about some Seth Rogen-esque stoner comedy that he’s working on.
    • “Well, just don’t get in trouble filming something like that. You’re still a kid, after all.”

Narita

  • Can’t stop dropping his change, which is the perfect excuse to physically hide how ridiculous he feels.
  • The transaction from then on can be described as swift, as in the second Ukai hands him the bag Narita takes it and heads for the door with a, “Hm thanks coach see you tomorrow bye!” It’s all in one fluid motion and yes, that goodbye is punctuation-less .
  • Just…never bring this up again. He’d rather forget the whole thing.

Kinoshita

  • He can’t go in alone. He has to do this with at least one other person going into the shop with him, and Noya is the only one who also isn’t embarrassed by this in any way. The other second-years are embarrassed by proximity, so-to-speak.
    • Except Noya gets distracted trying to find his usual ice cream flavor, so Kinoshita has to ride solo at the counter.
  • It’s clear he’s nervous about the whole thing; his whole body is stiff and he reacts to anything Ukai says as if the man is correcting his technique during practice.
  • He does have to keep his eyes on his wallet and money most of the transaction because there’s no one he can look his coach in the eye while buying them.

Kageyama

  • He knows he’s not smart and that everyone knows this as well, so he decides to tackle this issue by using this to advantage.
  • Except he anticipates Ukai will say anything in the first place, and blurts something out totally unprompted..
    • Ukai: “That’ll be–”
    • Kageyama: What do you mean those aren’t water balloons?
  • The following is the most tense five seconds of silence you’ll ever see between these two.
  • He’s so red that Ukai is worried that Kageyama’s head might explode. Or he passes out on the spot, especially because he stops breathing.

Hinata

  • He thinks he can play it cool, but it’s like watching a trainwreck.
  • He suddenly can’t hear anything. There’s so much blood rushing to his head that he can only hear that in his ears. Ukai tells him how much he owes and Hinata keeps repeating, “What?” each time it happens.
    • “Just… take them, alright, Hinata?”
  • Once he leaves the store, his face seems to be stuck in a smile and he doesn’t react to anything anyone says or does to him. His soul has left his body. He’s straight-up astral projecting in front of the vending machines outside the shop. Never make him do that again.

Tsukishima

  • Like Daichi, he also is does not make it weird. The glare from his glasses absolutely helps to hide anything his eyes might give away about feeling like an idiot the whole time.
  • But you could replace the condoms with any other item in the store and everything would be exactly the same about this interaction.
  • The rest of the team is mad because there was no point of having the loser of their bet do that if the loser wasn’t affected by it.
    • But this eventually backfires on Tsukki because guess who Noya and Tanaka have now playfully dubbed, “The Condom King.” He hates it.

Yamaguchi

  • He’s a blend of Suga and Kageyama in this situation: “I thought they were rubber gloves! What? T-those aren’t mine!” (Which one is it, Yams?)
  • Things get worse because the barcode scanner just won’t scan this box and every second feels ten times longer than it actually is during this.
  • At this point he’s just praying that no one else–sans the rest of the boys–has to bear witness to this. If Yachi walked in and saw, he’d probably die.
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Hey guys Admin Sunshine is here! To be honest I don’t like writing different reactions for each members, it really challanges me so much that’s why it takes so long to write a damn reaction. I guess i’ll focus on fanfictions and I already have 8 different fanfiction in my mind I hope y’all can support me, please enjoy this reaction and I’m sorry for the delay. I love y’all. xoxo <3

Warnings; It’s pure sin smut reaction.


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MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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Rotten Judgement - part 3

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,564

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Shape-shifting, Mythology, Jealousy…

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments and replies ♥ I hope you guys like this chapter.

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A couple of weeks after the incident in the alley, you stood in line at Starbucks. While you waited, you glanced around the coffee shop. It was a typical busy day and the place was packed. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your news feed to pass the time. Your eyes widened when you saw the headline.

“Notorious criminal dubbed ‘Crossbones’ found dead in cell.”

When the barista called your name, you snapped back to attention. You took your coffee and found a table near the front door. You set your cup and purse down on the table and read the article. The last sentence sent a chill down your spine.

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i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it

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They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.


“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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calevmir  asked:

So I'm rewatching vld and I just realized how built Hunk is? His bayard gun has got to be so heavy, and there are scenes in the Balmera where he is running and firing this huge cannon with pretty good accuracy. Also his lion is the strongest and most heavily armored too.

I’ve made posts before about Hunk’s body type but yeah! like… if you look at Hunk’s casual wear he’s wearing a pretty loose comfortable shirt

but on his arms, the sleeves are incredibly snug. Takeaway implication, this guy has the biceps of a god. Could probably rip the sleeves off something by seriously flexing except he won’t do that because he likes that shirt. 

Not only is his bayard a huge heavy thing, but like you say, in s1e7 he runs while shooting and has no problem, in s1e11 he holds it one-handed with a bent arm without really paying attention to it. Frankly I think the fight in s2e2 with Lance where Hunk is mind-controlled is pretty much a testament to how terrifyingly physically powerful Hunk is, because for most of that fight, even if they’re underwater, Hunk is bodily swinging Lance around.

It’s a pretty one-sided fight, even considering Lance can’t use his bayard because his fighting style is pretty much “shoot either head or chest with devastating accuracy” and he can’t do that to Hunk, because Hunk isn’t using his bayard either- and it drives home that actually, close-quarters combat with Hunk is not somewhere you want to be.

In s3e6, Narti does a lot better against him, but the implication for Narti is that she’s quite strong herself- given she was able to bodily lift him by the neck using just her tail. Even then, that’d suggest she couldn’t break his grip on her body and instead redirected an attack so that he’d have to let go of her.

So I mean, if you want any of the paladins to help you move, go for Hunk because he could probably sling an entire couch over his shoulder.

Healing 101: Helper Orbs

Disclaimer: Spiritual/Magickal Healing should NEVER replace mundane treatment. If you have a physical or mental illness or health issues see a professional. Always check mundane causes before jumping to spiritual conclusions.


Helper Orbs are a big part of my healing practice - they work well, do so on their own without me having to pay attention to them, and they don’t take much energy to create.

Helper orbs are, essentially, rather small balls of energy serving a specific purpose by being programmed to work in a specific way. If programmed correctly, they work on their own and only do what you told them to do. They can serve in multiple ways, including cleansing the energy, draining blockages, and regulating the energy flow. I will put a list with different kinds/purposes further down. 
They don’t need to be looked after all the time and can function on their own, even when the main healing has already been finished and the Healer isn’t present anymore.

How to create (+ use) Helper Orbs:

  1. Make an Energy ball out of clean, neutral energy. Make it as big or small as you want, but remember to have it be appropriate to what it shall do. I ususally make them about the size of my fist or a little smaller and I have relatively small hands. 
  2. Fill it with healing and active energy. 
  3. Once that’s done, add energy with qualities that correspond with what you want the orb to do. Need a drain for blockages? Great, add banishing energy! Want one that cleans the energy? Add cleasing qualitites! And so forth. You can also colour the orb to correspond your intent, but it’s not needed.
  4. Give it an energy source, where it can draw its energy to function from. That can be an element, yourself, an object, the patient, anything.Be sure to always ask for consent if it’s not yourself.
  5. Now comes the most important part: The programming. Break the purpose down to its most simple form - the more straightforward, the better. * Focus all your intent and visualize the process of the finished orb working. Let it all pour down through you and into the orb, secure it there. 
  6. Finish it up by firmly programming it so that it automatically disappears once it’s not needed anymore/its job is done. 
  7. Put the finished orb where it is needed. Secure it there.
  8. Activate it.

*  Be aware here that in some cases more complicated constructions are needed, but generally speaking general purposes are good: They ensure that nothing is accidentially missed. 


Types of Helper Orbs

This is not a comprehensive list. These are only some examples.

1. Drains. Drains (already mentioned in this post) do pretty much what the name says they do: They drain. They operate similar to a black hole by sucking blockages, negative energy, excess energy, … in and thus removing it from the system. 

2. “Traffic Lights”. Regulator Helper Orbs, or “Traffic Lights” as I like to call them, regulate the energy flow by slowing it down, speeding it up, holding it, etc. While this might not make the patient feel better immediately, they help to get the energy flow back to normal. These are useful when a big chunk of energy had to be removed, same with a bigger blockage, a parasite, or when the energy channels got mixed and/or messed up. They sort out the mess by organizing the energy flow until it is ready to healthily flow on its own again.

3. Refreshers. Refresher Orbs function like those Water Diffusers that you can buy to put more moisture into the air, just with Energy. They “breathe” out cleansing energy and help diffuse heavy and thick energy that weighs one down as well as cools down heated energy.

4. Energy Sources. Energy Sources offer the patient new energy to work with. These are especially useful if there’s a lack of energy, a hole to fill, etc. These will continuously offer new, neutral and/or healing energy to make up for an apparent lack until there’s not more needed. These shouldn’t stay for low-energy people due to taking so much energy from their source but only stay around until the extraordinary lack is filled again. Remember that these can often take more energy from their source than some other types.

5. Repairers. Repairers are most useful when closing open wounds. They’ll stay around until it is closed and will provide it with healing energy that quickens the closing process up.


Hopefully this helped someone! If you have any questions feel free to drop by.

My other Healing posts (updated whenever new ones come):
Healing 101: Different Types of Healing
Healing 101: Identifying Blockages
Healing 101: Removing Blockages

❝ I want to spend my life with you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend Yoongi has become over protective and possessive after what happened and you two fight.This is a second part of this scenario “No one can touch you

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Mafia!AU / Fluffy in the end. 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s gentle voice came from behind your back and lifting your eyes you saw his reflection in the mirror.  

He was wearing a black suit and a silver tie that you gave him a few months earlier, seemed one of those models just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.  

“I need to get some air Yoongi..”  

“Fine, but Jungkook will be with you.” His bossy tone won’t surprised but annoyed you; “is it clear?”  

“Yoongi, I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“He’s one of my best men. If I say he shall be with you, he will stay with you. ” His tone was more annoyed than normal and he closed the issue with a wave of his hand, leaving you alone again. Just you and your own reflection in the mirror.  

Watching yourself you noticed you have lost weight and dark circles under your eyes were the witness of your struggle to sleep.  

It had been only three weeks since your kidnapping but, as normal, you were bringing the consequences on you. Fear had become a second skin for you but the behavior of your boyfriend made thing even worse.  

You could understand his fear, but he was suffocating you and it was a worse feeling than being tied to a chair for countless hours  

The container of the cream for the body you had in your hands ended up on the sink shelf, you didn’t have time to be gentle and put it back in place.  

You came out of the bathroom at a brisk pace, managing to lock Yoongi before he left your room.  

You stood between him and the door, throwing your arms slightly open and preventing him from getting the handle and letting you really alone.  

He raised an eyebrow in a curious expression while remaining silent, waiting for you to say something.  

“I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“It wasn’t my request, it was an order.” He remarked, his voice low and raspy while approached his face to yours; “Isn’t it clear, baby?”  

“I don’t need him. You’re acting like a fool Yoongi… Kyunsoo had a score to settle with you, but I think everyone are so terrorized by you now and therefore it’s impossible that they would touch me.”  It Was what you were saying for days and seemed to play better than you kept repeating into your mind.   

“Fool? A Fool? My girlfriend was almost killed and I’m the one who is acting like a fool? ”  

“Yes.. ”  

“It was an order, Y/N. I don’t want to discuss this further. ” He silenced you in less than two seconds, clutching his hands under your armpits and lifted you effortlessly by moving the door.  

Your eyes crossed for a second when he opened the door. His eyes were looking for the challenge into yours, yours were looking for some glimmer of understanding for you into his.  

But both were disappointed with the result and he went out without saying goodbye or give you a slight kiss on your lips as he used to do.  

“Y/N, are you re-shit, sorry I didn’t know you were still in your underwear” Jungkook’s shocked gaze was the thing you saw moments later, leaving him, however, enter the room with an angry snort  "I.. I l-look out… “  

"You kill people and you’re ashamed of a woman in babydoll?”  

Your question bowled him more than your clothing and a slight motion of tenderness possessed you. Jungkook was younger than you, but he was a ruthless serial killer when necessary. Yoongi took him under his wing when he was just a kid, that world had been imposed on him. He had not chosen as you had done years before.  

“Ten minutes and I’m ready, wait out Kookie.” You dismissed him and the relief on his face made you smile when he literally ran out of the room.  

Now you were alone, you just think of a way to escape Yoongi’s protection. A challenge more than difficult to nearly impossible.  

~ ~

“He was looking at you.”  

“While two people are talking it’s normal to look each other. ”  

“No, he was looking at you into a way I know all too well.” He was angry and as his voice that his taut body could make you understand; “But he’s going to get what he deserves.” He added with a slightly satisfied sneer.  

The space was dimly in the limo but you got to look back at him, knowing that your expression was even angrier than he was him.  

“What did you do?”  

“He’ll remember that he shouldn’t look at my woman in certain ways.”  

“YOONGI.” You shouted at him but he didn’t seem to have heard; “Yoongi answer me.”  

“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. But then again, only I can look at you in certain ways. ”  

“You’re crossing the bounds, Yoongi.”  

“You’re mine and so you’ve to stay.” He whispered into your ear, but you pushed him away causing yet another smirk. You hated that expression onto hi face, but you couldn’t slap him despite the urge.  

“Stay in the car, I’ve something to do.”  

“More orders. Did I become one of your men? ”  

“Don’t discuss baby, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.”  

“Whatever you say, Sir.”  

Reproached him in the way his men did seemed to annoy him, but he said nothing and got out of the car. You were ready to get off when the black window that divided the driver’s seat from the rest of the limo was lowered.  

“Y/N.. You’re locked in. ”  

“HOSEOK.”  

“Boss’ orders Y/N. ” He apologized with a little smile, making you sigh in despair. “He’s acting like this for your sake.”  

“It’s killing me so and he seems to not realize it.”  

~ ~

Taehyung and Namjoon were holding Yoongi while you were in your room.  

“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’LL WALK OUT THAT DOOR? RATHER I’LL KILL MYSELF! ”  

“Yoongi calm down.” The tone almost despaired of Namjoon managed to get even at your ears, while the tears continued to slip copious on your cheeks.  

You’ve never discussed that way, but you were coming to a limit that you couldn’t bear any more.  

“Y/N I’M TALKING TO YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW! ”  

“FUCK OFF YOONGI, OKAY? I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOU AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION. ”  You stand at the door, your eyes were red and swollen, while you hurl against him everything that he gave you in those weeks. Almost like they were justifications for his attitude. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO GET OUT. YOU’VE BECOME OBSESSIVE AND OPPRESSIVE. THAT’S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT. ”  

“I’M DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, FUCK. IS IT SO HARD TO ABIDE BY MY RULES? ”  

“THERE ARE YOUR MEN FOR THAT!” You shouted hurling yet another expensive bracelet, striking though Taehyung that remained silent since your strength was poor in those days due to lack of sleep.  

“YOU’RE MINE Y/N, THEN MY RULES APPLY EQUALLY TO YOU.” He yelled back, trying to wriggle from the grip of his men; “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND I SWEAR THAT IT’S OVER. I WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE TO PROTECT YOU. ”  

His threat was another blow to your heart. You wanted it all but not that your relationship was over. In spite of that world, Yoongi was the man of your life. But he needed to reconsider his behavior and that was the only way to make him do that. Leave him.  

Without taking anything, everything was his despite you worked and you still had your apartment outside Seoul, you bypassed the three men and directed towards the door.  

Namjoon and Taehyung had left the grip on Yoongi, who was immobile at the center of the salon and was looking at you, shortness of breath and broken because of the screams.  

“You’re not protecting me Yoongi, you’re suffocating me.”  

Saying that you came out of your house, without looking back.  

~ ~

Your apartment was even smaller as than you remembered and was incredibly quiet.  

The only sounds that you could hear were your sobs and the television you had access both to keep you company.  

Despite the orders of Yoongi, Seokjin had followed you and now he was on the threshold of the door, while watched you in absolute silence.  

“You know that he’ll punish you, Seokjin?” Sobbing you said, lifting your eyes to him.  

“Never leave a girl in tears, you never know what could happen.” It was his answer, that brought you a little smile. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately refused nodded, remaining in his corner.  

“Seokjin I never understand your reasons.. Neither you nor Jimin. You’re so kind… ”   

“Because we’re gangsters?”  

You nodded and he was feeling almost at right to give you a long and detailed answer so he moved away from the wall but sat into the Chair next to the couch. You were pretty sure Yoongi had warned everyone to stay away from you, when you had started to date, and Seokjin’s behavior increasingly convinced you.  

“Our parents were gangster and so we ha–” He began to say when the doorbell made jump both and his hand immediately ran to the gun hidden under the leather jacket he was wearing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked, suspiciously.  

“Y/N; open… it’s me. ”  

On hearing the voice of his boss Seokjin relaxed slightly, although in his eyes you could read the fear of the sure punishment that he would have to undergo. He got up and went to the door, past the hallway that divided the living room from the entrance, but you stayed on the couch. Wrapped in blankets seeking warmth.  

“Wait in the car Seokjin.”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“And.. thank you, for staying with her.”  

-At least he’s still able to show gratitude, what a miracle . - It was your thinking, while you lay your eyes on television without paying the slightest attention.  

“Y/N?”  

“Go away.”  

“No.” You wanted to beat him but his tone forced you to watch him.  

He was broken, you could see it into his eyes. He was broken as much as you were, but you held by up to go to hug him.  

He came towards you but sat on the coffee table, trying to make you pay attention to him. Your red eyes rested on him and even though he had not wept, it was clear that he was in pain.  

“Yoongi, what do you want?”  

“You… and you know it. ”  

“You said that if I exit from our home, it was over.”  

“I was scared.”  

In two years you’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth and was that to upset you more. He had put his pride aside other times during your quarrels, but he had never admitted to being frightened by something.  

Yoongi leaned towards you, pushing aside the blanket and took your hands on his own. You didn’t withdraw them but you were still unwilling to listen to him.  

“The day I met you, I also discovered something new.” He muttered holding his gaze onto your hands; “There was someone capable of making me feel fear. You intimidated me Y/N and I don’t think you have ever realized. ”  

“Bullshit. When we first met, you were an asshole. ”  

“Yes, I was, but inside I kept wondering how the hell you couldn’t be afraid of me or… from what I was. ”  

You were about to argue again, you’d never been the girl to remain silent or to comply with every rule, when he knelt down in front of you.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, finally succeeding in blocking the sobs.  

“Can you be quiet for a moment, Y/N?”  

His question was veiled of desperation so you froze completely from saying something, just nodded continuing to watch him without understanding what was going on.  

“I know that my world isn’t the best;” He began to say, most clutching your hands into his. “and a few weeks ago you had a very clear demonstration. When Jimin told me you were missing my world is literally collapsed. It took Seokjin and Jungkook to stop me because just knew what had happened I just wanted to kill him without thinking of the consequences. I had to get rid of this idea because you are the person most precious to me. ”  

“Yoo–sorry, go on.” You apologized immediately and bit the tip of your tongue to silence.  

“When you were in my arms, safe and sound, the fear hasn’t gone away. It was there to make me aware that I might lose you at any moment. I just couldn’t figure out how to protect yourself without becoming a despot and believe me, I’m sorry for that. ” He continued to talk while you were looking at him and the desire to hug him grew more and more; “I wanted to do a few weeks ago but.. In short, everything happened and I couldn’t find the right opportunity. ”  

He left your hands just to grab something from the gray jacket he was wearing and you saw a small box in his hands so you finally understood.  

Even his hands, firm as usual, trembled when he opened the small box showing you an engagement ring. It was white gold, your favorite and it was as simple as perfect. Above all, it was the ring that you two had seen together several months before and you’d want to buy because you were in love with at first sight.  

“Y/N… I know I’m asking a lot because you’re aware of the risks. But I’d be the happiest man in the world if you’ll say yes. ”  

“Y-Yoongi” Your voice trembled, while other tears itchy your eyes and began to slide on your face.  

“I want to spend my life with you, in all circumstances and at all times. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? ” He asked, and his eyes were shining with excitement, while his hands began to tremble even more violently.

“Yes, Yes and Yes again, Min Yoongi.”

anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??

WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=

I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!

–R.I.

Yoosung

  • You’d already been ignoring him all day
  • Usually you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
  • He was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
  • After all… he had lied to you about not playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
  • Oh no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
  • He left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
  • “MC!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”
  • “I WON’T EVER LIE AGAIN, JUST DON’T IGNORE ME…”
  • “Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
  • “MC… I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
  • “Please… I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
  • As his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
  • Seriously, what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
  • When your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
  • “DAMMIT Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t drag me into this!”
  • You hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your poor, poor toothache.
  • Meanwhile:
  • Yoosung was tearing up from your phone call. S-she considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
  • “I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
  • And the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
  • (But your tooth felt better!!)

Zen

  • “Baaaabe… why won’t you talk to me?”
  • You’d cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of you, TRADITION!!
  • Now Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the apartment.
  • You were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him right now
  • He’d even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me, instead!”
  • …to which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
  • Zen’s knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
  • He was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
  • Yes, BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many sweets.
  • His knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your neighbour’s.
  • The familiar old lady’s voice shouted, “STOP KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, YOUNG MAN! IF YER CHEATING AND UNFAITHFUL, IT’S YER OWN DAMN FAULT, EH, PRETTY BOY? LEAVE ‘ER ALONE AND STOP YER WHININ’!”
  • You could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
  • He would never cheat on you.
  • “What the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
  • The old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you come with me?”
  • “NO! STOP! MC!!!! SAVE ME, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR”
  • “MC?! GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
  • Screams of agony filled the apartment building.

Jumin

  • “MC. Don’t eat all the sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you a box of assorted candy.
  • That had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being right.
  • You proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed a short reply. “Mhm…”
  • Concerned by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately after the call.
  • In swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every now and then.
  • “MC..? Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
  • “Should I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
  • “Do you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock knock.
  • “I’m sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
  • “Or are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
  • You swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your mouth to reply.
  • He stared.
  • And stared.
  • …and stared.
  • “PFFT!” then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
  • What the- who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character laughing freak??
  • Seriously, this guy’s sense of humour was whack.

Seven

  • The number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call again later.
  • The number that you are trying to reach-
  • The number that you-
  • The nu-
  • Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeep…
  • All seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
  • He knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert lololol)
  • Instead of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark room.
  • I don’t deserve her.
  • She probably hates me now.
  • Mushrooms were growing on top of his head as each thought made him more and more depressed.
  • It’s no wonder… I didn’t share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
  • MC -
  • His phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
  • “MC?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
  • Seeeveeeen… I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha Chips… Ugghh…”
  • WHAT!?!
  • “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
  • No. NO. That can’t be!
  • Seven fainted.

Saeran

  • Poke. Poke. Poke.
  • He snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back tears from your painful toothaches.
  • “Grrr,” you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
  • Say it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
  • You shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
  • “MC~ I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased, grinning.
  • You let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face, trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
  • Still, you kept your mouth shut.
  • “Tsk, fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
  • But you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so cute, awwh)
  • Truthfully, your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to let him know that you weren’t mad.
  • So when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your table, with a little note next to it.
  • I’m sorry about yesterday, will you forgive me?’
  • Awwww, Saeran~!!
Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 4

Originally posted by dodyo

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,765

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The Greatest Sin of the "The Last Airbender"

This has been in my drafts since forever, so I’m just going to post it. 

Ok, Lake Logai, there is no movie in Ba Sing Se, blah blah blah…

Now that we have that out of the way…

While watching the movie that doesn’t really exist, I realized something. I don’t think the worst part of the movie is the shitty ass bending, the terrible action sequences, the bad editing, or the racebending. Sure, those are all pretty terrible and atrocious, and you can talk at length about how all those things suck, but there is one crime that overshadows all of these bad decisions, a crime so terrible that not even doing everything else right could save it. Ladies and gentlemen, the biggest crime of “The Last Airbender,” is that it lacks agency and nuance. 

People just do things to get from point A, to point B, and you barely feel anything for the characters. Aang’s a whiny, emotionless little shit (wow, I can’t believe I just said that); Sokka is emotionless, humorless, and incredibly monotone (well, movie!Katara and movie!Aang are too but that’s besides the point); Katara is fucking annoying, and too busy narrating to actually have character; Iroh is way too serious; and while Zuko at least had the brooding part down, you don’t really feel bad for him the way you do for show Zuko.

And, as far as agency goes, the movie is completely lacking in it. I don’t want to sound like a dumbass here, but it’s exactly like watching a historical documentary that does nothing to show you why people did the things they did and why things happened. It just says “here are a few interesting facts, watch as I completely butcher everything by sucking the soul out of all your favorite characters.” 

Everything seems to revolve around this emotionless world savior that ran away not because he was a 12 year old kid burdened by the responsibility of being the Avatar, but because he couldn’t have a family. And when he does come back, he’s barely trying to struggle with the consequences of his actions, and everyone begins to rally to his flag on the spot. Why? In the show, at least, they tried to say “hey, look, your actions have consequence,” “hey, we’re not going to rise up just because you’re the Avatar." 

That’s what made the show so special. It showed consequence, it showed that these people had lives and identities. But somehow, M. Night Shyamalan managed to suck all that from the movie.

The writing is also, of course, terrible, way too wordy, and filled with needless narration and exposition. People just randomly say things without paying attention to their surroundings. What’s the deal? 

At the same time, a bit of the writing could work, but Shyamalan ruins it by dropping lines at the worst time possible (”This was their practice area,” “The Firelord’s son.” I DON’T FUCKING CARE!). 

That, and I don’t want to say "in the show” again, but when Shyamalan does use the lines from the show, or something similar to those lines he:

  1. Gives those lines to different characters which doesn’t make sense and robs the original characters of possible character development.
    1. Example: Iroh getting Aang’s lines about balance. 
  2. Makes characters stupid by asking stupid ass questions
    1. I’m looking at you, Yue.
  3. Robs characters of their own agency and motive. 
    1. For example, instead of Yue choosing to sacrifice herself because she feels like it’s her duty, she needs Iroh to tell her to do it. 
    2. Prior to that, instead of Aang showing off how spiritually enlightened he is, his lines about the Moon and Ocean spirits bringing balance to everyone is given to Iroh. Which, although it make sense for him to say, still robs Aang of possible character development.Granted, he had little character to begin with.
    3. Aang getting Katara’s “Imprisoned” speech

It’s strange to watch this, and then see an interview that was made prior to this movie’s creation where Shyamalan sounds enthusiastic and knowledgeable about this world. What happened, Shyamalan? Apparently a lot of the changes were out of Shyamalan’s control, but I don’t really buy it due to how terrible this movie was. The writing, and timing was still awful.

That, and after watching enough of Nostalgia Critic’s M. Night reviews, you start to see a consistent pattern. 

And I just want to point out that, if you watch the behind the scenes stuff, Noah Ringer does actually act like he could have been a good Aang. 

So, what happened? I know he has never acted before, but still.Bad direction? 

But, back on the topic of agency, there were just a lot of opportunities to have characters develop, interact, and grow. But instead everyone’s a stick in the mud. Take this deleted scene for example:

Ignoring the fact that there’s no bending for whatever reason (even though Yue already sacrificed herself), this would have been a great time for Aang to drop his “but I’m just one kid” line. Technically, it wouldn’t add much because, as I said, Aang’s character in this movie is basically cardboard, but at least it would give us the sense that he had doubts.

 And, on top of that, all that, you have Katara seeing that Sokka is upset by Yue’s death (and the collar-grab was very out-of-character but that’s besides the point), and ignoring his feelings, before managing to calm him down by simply telling him to stop.

God, damn, people, show some emotion.

In the mean time, if you haven’t already, feel free to watch the Nostalgia Critic’s review of “The Last Airbender.”:

anonymous asked:

i have no idea if you're still taking prompt request but no.80 with steve? Please. :')

I have enough prompts now .  So , I’ll tell you when you can send them in again .Thank you .

#80 Say that again and I’ll fuck you against the wall 

You all know captain’s infamous word “Language”. 

Having a potty mouth in the tower was not very appreciated by him . But it was who you are . You have always been this way . And your first response to every adversary is probably ‘fuck’. And every time that word was uttered by you, you’d get definitely get a death glare . Like it was impossible to swear in front of him . But  you didn’t care . He’d never confront you about it though .

He’d just probably hiss at your words and give you a disapproving look . And honestly it only encouraged you further .

There were days you’d just sing songs around him with swear words. You’d see him walking towards you and you’d say ‘fuck’ out loud for no reason. But he’d just groan loudly and walk away .

But the last few days , he was not getting effected by any of it . He didn’t even cringe when you used it . Maybe he got used to it . So you wanted to test the theory . For the first 4 days he said nothing and took everything lightly .

It was after dinner while you all were gathered in the TV room , while most of you just chatted without paying much attention to the TV .

You were sitting on the sofa along with Bucky and Nat , while Steve was sitting on the floor and talking to Sam .

Sam was going on and on about all of you , and he was cracking jokes at all of you . You were on the verge of crying with all the laughter , when he came to you .

“You know Y/N uses the word ‘fuck’ a lot only because she is not getting it .”, he said playfully .

Everyone erupted in laughter and so did you , probably except Steve.

“Fuck you Sam.”, you say showing him the finger .

“Y/N!!!!! Say that again and I’ll fuck you against the wall.”, Steve scolded angrily .

WOAHHH Where did that come from . Steve Rogers uses a curse word . That too ‘fuck’ .

Everyone was dumbstruck just like you , and all eyes were on him . His whole face went red . He stood up quickly and left the room in embarrassment .

After a few more gasps , the conversation went back to normal .

But your mind was replaying the words Steve uttered in your mind . All you could think about was Steve actually fucking you against the wall  . Maybe he didn’t actually mean it . It was just a way to shut you up from using curses. But you just couldn’t stop thinking about his hard bare body against your naked chest riding you up the wall ,  fucking you mercilessly .

It was too much for you . Just thinking about it and playing that scenario in your mind over and over again , was enough to get you wet .

You got up from the sofa , told your goodbyes and headed to your room .

But instead your legs took you towards Steve’s room . You contemplated on what would happen if you told him about your little crush . Either he would reciprocate it and you’d be happy or he’d just say that he didn’t mean it and you’d have to live with the embarrassment all your life . But obviously you decided to tell him. But tell him what? How would you approach the topic ?

His door was open and the lights were on . You walked in , and obviously with super soldier hearing he turned around to see you .

You had one plan in mind and you hoped it works.

He sat up on the edge of his bed as you walked and stood between his knees.

“FUCK. YOU.”

Instantly he stood and pushed you up against the wall , putting your hands above your head with one hand while the other around your waist .

“Say that again , and I will do what I said.”

You smirked at his words . YES . It worked .

“FUCK. YOU”, you enunciated each word with added pressure .

He put both his hands around your waist as your hands tangled in his hair pulling him closer to you . He pressed his lips to yours , as you both fought for dominance . This was nothing like the Steve Rogers you knew . The gentle , loving Steve was long gone .

He pushed your shorts down roughly along with your panties . He pulled down his shorts and boxers up to his knee and lifted you with the back of your thigh .

He slowly dragged his hips up  and down your pussy . His large dick throbbing against your clit .

He held his cock in his right hand and spread your lips , coating his length with your juices .

“FUCK . So wet . Is it all for me?”, he asked slapping your clit with his tip .

Your body jerked at that motion .

“Mmmmm yes . AHHH yes . All for you .”
He slowly pushed in his huge cock into you and buried himself deep inside you .

Your mouth opened slowly as the pleasure build , as he stretched you out perfectly .  He hid his face in the crook of his neck as he groaned . You felt divine around him . So tight and warm .

“You okay?”, he asked . Completely different to his previous demeanour . He was concerned . You just hummed and nodded .

He pulled his back and pushed in harshly .
“FUCK.”, you screamed in pleasure .

“Hmm , that is what I want to hear baby .You want me to fuck you .”

You never thought hearing curses from Steve would turn you on . But oh gosh , it made you even wetter.
“Yes sir , I want you to fuck me . I want you make me …” Before you could finish the sentence , he wrapped his hands around your back and started thrusting wildly into you .

“Arghh , God . You’re so fucking tight .”
“mmmm , yes . Oh god . That feels so good .”

“Yeah?”

He said pulling his head back and looking into your eyes . You nodded looking back at him .

He shifter to deep , hollow thrusts , perfectly hitting your spot with every motion .

“Uhhh , fuck . Oh my god .”, you moaned as your head fell back to the wall.

“Nuh uh . Look at me when you come Y/N.” He pulled your face by your chin and rested his forehead against yours .

“FUCK . Look how fucking hard you have got me . I am literally throbbing inside of you .”

You reach forward and kiss him and moan into the kiss as you feel your coil uncurling .

“Steeeeeve . I am going to cum.”

“Cum for me Y/N . Coat my dick with your juices.” And you do . You cum all over his cock , squeezing the cum out of him as he releases himself .

He walks to his bed and lays you down on it .

You lay on his chest not able to form any sentences . After a few minutes you spoke up .

“I thought you hated when I cursed .” He laughed at this .

“No . I don’t know why , but it turns me on . And anyone would get irritated if they had to walk around  with a boner .”

‘OH MY GOD .Are you serious?  I am going to tell everyone.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”, he said in his cap voice .
“Nah . I’d rather yell ‘fuck’ every time I see you .”


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Last night my husband showed me a local Beaumont news story about a woman died in my hometown as she tried to stay afloat in the floodwaters of Hurricane Harvey. The little girl was rescued alive, but the mother was unresponsive. I shook my head. The next morning, I saw a post in the Facebook group for my high school senior class about the tragedy. Photos appeared in the comments and that’s when I fell apart: police had identified the woman who died as my friend Collette.

Articles about her death were published all over the country. The LA Times called her death “a true testament to a mother’s will.” The NY Times headlined her as “Drowning Mama.” I don’t mention these descriptions because they’re wrong, they’re all true, but because it felt strange to read about someone I knew described as a near-anonymous victim.

Many people in my senior class had trouble remembering her. They dug up old yearbook photos and confirmed she did indeed graduate with us at West Brook Senior High School. That’s understandable, you can’t know everyone you went to high school with. But I knew her, and I’d like to write down what I remember about her before she becomes another Facebook profile memorial.

I don’t remember how I met Collette. It must have been soon after I moved back to Texas, and we were friends from middle school until we graduated from high school. We ate lunch together when we had matching lunch periods, went to the movies, showed up at each other’s parties, had sleepovers and hung out at the mall. I can see her sitting on my couch, or my bedroom floor, chatting the night away about nothing in particular. One night, just for fun, I recorded our voices and played it back.

“Turn it off,” she said. “That conversation was boring the first time.”

One day I took a plastic frog to school and pretended to pick it up from the ground. I told her I’d caught a real frog and when I tried to show it to her, she backed away. I tossed it at her and she squealed and ran off. When she came back I admitted it was plastic and she gave me that smile and rolled her eyes. At lunch, I left the frog on my soda can while we went to the food line and when we came back, a group of kids were circling it. Thinking they were crushing a real frog, they smacked the can and spilled soda all over Collette’s food. She was very forgiving.

She was late for every movie. All of them. Not “missed the previews” late, not even “thirty minutes in” late. She would show up a full hour into every show. I usually let her pick the film and she’s the reason I saw Curly Sue and Threesome in the theater. Threesome was so bad, I leaned over near the end and whispered, “This is awful, let’s just go.”

She folded her arms and clenched her teeth. “I paid to see this movie,” she said, “and I’m gonna’ watch it.”

I didn’t argue with her, she’d paid full price to see half a movie. I sat back and watched Stephen Baldwin have an awkward sex scene because fair was fair.

People gave her a hard time about her weight. “You have such a pretty face, they tell me,” she said once. “You would be so pretty if you lost weight. That just, uch…” She didn’t need to put into words how vicious and useless it was to say things like that. Collette was tougher than the people who tried to define her by her body.

Collette and her mother were close. One year her mother rented a hotel room for her daughter’s birthday and invited a group of us to stay. We watched Single White Female and scared ourselves to death. There was cake and a sparkly chandelier from Party City and we stayed up too late and it was one of the best nights of my life. Collette loved parties.

Dooney and Burke handbags were a must-have among affluent girls at my high school. We weren’t affluent girls, but Collette’s mom gave her the money to buy one anyway. There was only one store that sold them at Parkdale Mall and they had a reputation for using saleswomen to intimidate teens into leaving the store. I didn’t want to shop in a store like that but she wanted me to go along so I went with her for support. She marched right up to the counter and picked out a purse without paying any attention to how the saleswomen were looking at her. Collette was fearless.

I tried to find pictures, but I haven’t yet. Pictures were physical back then. I did find the note she wrote me in our senior yearbook. It read:

Hi Georgia,

Well, it’s four years later and soon we’ll be off to college. I can’t believe we’re SENIORS. We’ve had a lot of fun over the years but it seems like we’re always busy. Good luck in college and the future. Have fun and remember you only live once.

Love,

Collette Sulcer

Ps. Stay in touch.

We didn’t. Every graduate in 1994 knew how hard it would be to stay in touch in a world that had stopped writing letters but hadn’t yet discovered cellphones, Facebook and e-mail. I went out of state and she went to Lamar. She became the kind of medical technician her co-workers can’t stop raving about. An entire hospital of medical professionals in Port Arthur, Texas is grieving her tonight.

When Facebook took off, we found each other again and I followed her life from a distance. She had a baby and I thought, “We’re both mothers now, look at us.” On August 27, I was working late and I saw a Facebook notification pop up that read, “Collette Sulcer has marked herself safe from Hurricane Harvey.”

“That’s nice,” I thought. She was in Beaumont, not Corpus or Houston. She was safe.

Except a few hours later, she wasn’t.

I’d been thinking about Collette a lot lately because I’ve been writing about her. I’ve often written about her, under different names and characters. She exemplified how to be a friend, and I admired her honesty, her positivity, her support and her compassion. Collette was someone I wished I could be more like.

I hope Jordyn reads this someday, when she’s older. I’d like her to know what her mother was like when she was young, that she was a hero who loved her more than her own life, but that she was also a person worth knowing who uplifted everybody who knew her. They deserved more time together.

Masterpost: On calling characters autistic

Part 1: Whether you should explicitly call your character autistic, and how you should go about it


So, you have created an autistic character. You love them, you know their likes and dislikes and you are determined that this is going to be a positive and realistic portrayal of autism. There’s one problem though - how do you let your readers know that the character has ASD?

Actually explicitly calling your character “Autistic” can be awkward. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to interrupt the flow of the story, maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk backlash if people dislike your representation of autism. Maybe “autistic” isn’t a word that exists in the world or time period of your story. So, do you have to say it outright?

There isn’t a moral imperative to call your character “autistic”. One of my favourite autistic characters is never called autistic in-universe. But our blog is about encouraging accurate representation of autistic characters, and if you don’t actually call them autistic…is it actually representation?


Should I call my character autistic?

Autistic characters in media are very important for several reasons. The media we consume contributes to shaping us and our worldviews. If someone reads books and watch movies which contain complex, realistic autistic characters, they’re more likely to 1) be aware of what autism actually is, and 2) see autistic people as human beings, and treat them as such. These characters are also important to autistic people themselves: seeing characters like yourself portrayed in a positive light can boost your self esteem and help you feel less alone.

If you make a great autistic character and you don’t explicitly call them “autistic”, it’s not guaranteed that everyone will understand that they’re supposed to be autistic. Many people don’t have a very accurate working knowledge of autism, and they might not understand that a character is autistic if they don’t fit their narrow, stereotypical view of what an autistic person looks like. Thus the people that would benefit most from this representation might miss it completely.

Of course, the choice is yours, but we would strongly encourage you to explicitly call your character autistic so that you’re 100% sure your readers will pick up on it. Ideally, this would happen in the work itself, but at the very least we would encourage you to make it explicit when you, the writer, discuss the character (on social media, in interviews, in synopses of your work). Bare in mind that if you don’t say it explicitly within the work, you are very likely to end up with readers who deny that the character is autistic because they don’t behave in ways that match their perception of what autism is - they fall in love, they speak, they don’t behave in exactly the same way as their autistic nephew does. It is preferable for the reader to be able to identify the character as autistic without needing to pay attention to the author’s writing outside of the work itself.


When?

So, it’s decided! You are definitely going to tell the audience that the character is autistic. When is the best time to let them know? Telling the audience does not have to be the first thing you do when you introduce the character - it depends what you want to do with your story.

Here are a few general possibilities:

When the character is introduced - immediately telling the audience that the character is autistic means that the character’s autism will play a big part in the audience’s interpretation of the character. You might choose this option if you feel it is important for the audience to understand the character is autistic.
If you are telling a story “about being autistic”, the fact that the character is autistic is very likely to be one that you will want to raise at the start, but even in a story that is not “about” being autistic, knowing your character’s neurotype from the outset can help the audience to interpret their behaviour.

After the character has been established - your character has already been established and you have demonstrated their autistic traits; calling your character autistic at this point is a way of confirming it and making it explicit for anyone who has not realised so far.

A “big” reveal - this isn’t something that I have seen used, but there is the option of “revealing” that your character is autistic later in the story.
This could be used a way of subverting the expectations of readers who have stereotypical views of autism (and confirming other readers’ “headcanons”) for characters who have atypical traits. Otherwise, it could be presented as the solution to a “mystery” about the character.

It is brought up several times - you don’t have to only mention the character’s autism once! Their autism might be referred to multiple times during the story.

In the description/summary of your story - This a useful option if the story takes place in a point in history before the diagnosis of “autism” existed. It can also be used to clarify the terms you use for stories set in the future/different worlds.
(The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time used this method, only calling the main character autistic on the cover - but you need to make sure that you actually do a decent job inside the book!)


How?

OK, time to actually decide how to tell your audience that the character is autistic. Luckily, there are lots of options!

We are going to list several strategies. There are lots of ways of fitting these into context: try relating what you say to an autistic trait which is affecting your character at that point in the story: are they struggling with executive dysfunction? having fun stimming? looking up information about their special interest?

Here are some ideas of topics related to autism that might provide you with the opportunity to casually drop in the term “autistic”: sensory overload, stimming, executive dysfunction, alexithymia, difficulties with social interactions, problems with communication, special interests, eye contact, meltdowns and shutdowns.

Here are some techniques for telling the audience that the character is autistic. Each suggestion is accompanied by at least one example to illustrate how it can be used:

The narration says “they’re autistic” - it can be slipped in as a sort of “aside” if that feels more natural in your story

“Karen swore loudly. The village church bells had been ringing for 45 minutes and her head felt like it was going to split in two. Of course being autistic didn’t help, but the main problem was the bloody eejit who decided it was a good idea to hold bell practice today of all days.”

“Ming looked down the guest list. Selvie was bringing Cheng Mae as her plus-one. Ming had only met her once: he knew that she was autistic, that she loved Criminal Minds, and that Selvie was trying to take the relationship to the next level, but none of this helped him with choosing what table to put the couple at. He called Helen in from the kitchen to ask what she thought.”

The autistic character says they’re autistic (in dialogue) - either explicitly telling another character, or mentioning in passing

“Sorry I went a bit weird yesterday - I’m autistic and crowds are really overwhelming for me. Can we try again next Saturday? You can come ’round to mine and I’ll cook a romantic dinner”

J: How did you choose your therapist? I’m trying to find one
K: She specializes in working with autistic people. My dad helped me find her.
J: Oh, is she expensive?

The autistic character says they’re autistic (as the first-person point of view narrator)
They might mention it as a personal aside, or they may refer to it repeatedly throughout the narrative.

“I hate the store. I have been to every aisle at least twice already, but either two items are in the same aisle but not written next to each other on the list, or I can’t see the item I’m looking for. I know I struggle with finding things directly in front of my face because I’m autistic—my brain just doesn’t process the images my eyes are passing over fast enough—but it’s so annoying. I just wanted to find the cereal my sister likes.”

Refer to (or flashback to) a time in the past when it came up
For example, the character could refer to to being in special ed at school, their parents might talk about the character having atypical development (eg. not speaking until a later age than usual), they could refer to the mental health professional who first suggested that they seek out a diagnosis, the character might make a comment comparing something to one of the tests they did while being assessed for autism, there might be a flashback to ABA sessions.

“Hey, Cam, you know that you are allowed to say when you disagree with something, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Cam hesitated. “Um… I mean, yes, in theory. But I was taught in social skills that I had to smile and nod when people speak. It’s hard.”
“Of course, I forgot. It was more important for them to teach the autistic kid to be compliant than to teach you how to communicate your needs,” he scowled. “Sarcasm,” he added
“Thanks. I realised, this time.”

Another character discloses that the character is autistic (note: this is something that is not necessarily an appropriate thing to do in real-life — please don’t go talking about other people’s diagnoses behind their backs unless you know EXPLICITLY that this is ok with them)

“What’s the deal with Zephyr? Is he always such an arse?”
Caroline sighed, “listen, Katharina, Zephyr isn’t trying to be rude. He’s autistic, he can’t pick up on your hints that you want to change the subject. Just tell him—nicely—that you want to talk about something else”

Chantelle looked the teacher in the eye, her face resolute.
“Please, Mr Clive, Aaron is autistic, and I need to know that the school understands that. Things have been difficult for all of us since the earthquake, but the changes have been really hard for him. We lost our house, we’ve moved to a new area. Can I work with someone from the school’s SEN department to plan his induction?”

Another character mentions it when talking to the autistic character

“You know, when I first heard you were autistic I was expecting something different”
“Robyn, this is not the time,” Enri snapped, “let’s fix the ship first, please”

From: K.Litchen
To: I.Khan
Subject: Favor please! <3

Hey, Ibby, you can definitely say “no” if you want to, but is it ok if I give your email address to my sister? She just found out that my nephew might be autistic and I think it would help her to talk to an autistic adult bc she’s panicking right now.
Also, you left your dictaphone at the office on Friday, I can drop it off tonite if you like?

Thanks!!!
Kim xxx”

Say it in the blurb/synopsis of your book/comic/film/etc

“17th Century France: The Beast of Gévaudan has been terrorising the area for two years. After two twelve year olds are killed in his village, Pierre, an autistic baker, begins investigating the attacks. He uncovers secrets, lies, and the terrible truth behind La Bèstia — but who will listen to M. Fournier’s oddball son?”

Include information in the background of a panel/scene (for a comic/film)
Examples:

  • A panel shows a letter that is relevant for plot reasons, but you can see part of another letter behind it that references autism
  • The character goes to visit their therapist and there are posters about autism on the walls
  • The character wears some sort of autistic pride t-shirt (example 1 and example 2)

This information could also be backed up by (or highlighted in) your dialogue. The prose-based equivalent to having information in the mise-en-scene would be using descriptions of the background.



That’s it for part one!

Next time on On calling characters autistic:

Part 2 - what if autistic isn’t a term that exists in my story?
We discuss telling stories that are set in the past, the distant future, and on other worlds

Part 3 - hinting
We discuss ways to strongly imply that your character is autistic (techniques that you will ideally combine with explicitly calling them autistic)