Alright, guys, the time is finally here (and I feel a lot less prepared for it than I expected!) It’s really ridiculous considering I’ll be back in a short matter of time, how much I need this, and how much less time I’m going to be wasting. But I’m really gonna miss you all! I love you guys very, very much, and I’m gonna miss talking to a lot of you.
There’s a small chance that I’ll be coming partially back with a new Skype in a week for those I want to keep chatting with. Also, if you have my phone number (you know who you are), feel free to text me! I can’t promise I’ll be super talkative over that either, but it’ll be available.
Anyways, from June 26th to July 17th, I’ll be MIA on social media, as I go off the grid to get my life back together and to break the latest addiction to the internet. My queue will be running, so expect to still see me on the dash. Pray that the Lord’s will for me be done during this time and that most of my goals are achieved! I also expect to be refreshed on all the new memes when I get back, ehehe.
First of all, we all started somewhere and belittling or berating someone’s creativity is bullshit and just plain cruel. I get that there are some OCs you don’t jive with and that’s cool, I’m selective just like everyone else, but that doesn’t give you or anyone else the right to talk shit about them. Remember those “embarrassing” times where you were a one-liner only OC that was probably something “generic” or “cliche” or even a “Gary/Mary-sue”? Yeah, Pepperidge farm remembers that shit honey. No one starts off with some immaculate and elaborate character design, plain and simple.
Instead of being rude or cruel, its better to offer advice as a “veteran” of writing. Give them tips to help them improve rather than tearing them down and making them feel bad or making them feel like they shouldn’t even try. Remember that one person when you were younger that you looked up to because holy shit their writing and style was amazing and you felt so happy just getting to read it? Or that person that wrote with you for the first time? Or maybe your friend that you started off with in general? Having those moments are imperative to a writer’s growth and if you get to be that person they look up to or the person that gave them a little advice is friggin’ great okay? It is an amazing thing and you could literally be helping them become the next nation wide known creator.
But you’d never know if they never had the aspiration or hope to become that if you just shoved their face in the ground.
Canon characters are someone’s OCs. These characters are created by someone, became big hits, and are now written by others because we enjoy them so much. But never forget that they are the creator’s original character.
So be kind. You don’t have to like someone’s OC, you don’t have to even interact with them or anything at all, they might not be your cup of tea. But that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick. Period.
Summary: It is that time of the year when your husband disappears behind his office doors, stacks of papers piled high on his desk, and fails to return home until the wee hours of the morning-if he returns at all. As the days pass by and his side of the bed grows colder, you decide that if he is too busy to come home, you’ll just have to go to him. Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Smut, romance || Husband/CEO! Yoongi Word Count: 3,900+ Warnings: office (desk) sex, riding, oral, etc. For Prompt #2: “Shh, let’s just see how quiet you can be” which was requested by @baepsaewhalien and an anon. || This was meant to just be a drabble… → Other Drabbles
The door falls shut with a gentle clink, the noise resounding in the small office space and you blink back the nerves and excitement as Yoongi peers up at you from where he is seated behind his large, oak desk, glasses falling gradually down the bridge of his nose. He says nothing at your presence, simply cocks a brow in muted amusement and motions for you to take a seat on the leather couch that is nestled in the small corner of his work space. You follow his instructions silently, heels clicking along the tiled floor as you move over to take a spot on the plush cushions, hands coming to rest on your lap. There is a familiar itch that comes with these meetings, a pleasant buzz of eagerness that lingers just below the surface of your limbs.