So i decided to cosplay Sniper!Lance instead of generic 100% cannon Lance since I’m…really weak for the sniper lance thing. So I decided to design the gun! I’m probably gonna stick with this design unless you guys have feedback ;v; (which i would love to hear omg…..) I probably won’t be making this until the end of october tbh.
Recently, I’ve seen some rumblings across my dashboard about fan fiction again.
I don’t want to dive into a debate because all the information that I have to go on are second hand sources and there’s always going to be a bit of bias there, because one person can see it in one way and another person can perceive it in another way.
I’d rather explain to you, New and Gentle Reader, what fan fiction is, if this is the first time you’ve heard about it.
Fan fiction is what happens when you walk out of the theater, turn off the TV, the radio, close that book or whatnot for the first time and ask yourself “What happens next?" Or: "What if it happened THIS way instead?" Fan fiction is what happens when you are six or seven years old and you take your dolls, your action figures, your stuffed toys and various household items as props and send them all onto adventure. Maybe Barbie rescues G.I. Joe from Cobra or Optimus Prime fights the Evil Transforming Kitchen Thingy that Mom uses for making meatloaf but should really be the Evil Transforming Dark Lord of the Sith.
Fan fiction is what happens when you are ten and you’re discovering how to really write for the first time and you put words on the page, in your math and English notebooks, one sentence after another, style be damned, painstakingly bringing forth to life the images in your head of your cartoon and movie and book heroes.
Fan fiction happens when you are in your teens and you want to be the hero or the heroine of the story and you want to fight alongside Captain America and the Avengers and go on the Quest to Erebor or save Frodo from the effects of the Ring.
Fan fiction happens when you are in your twenties or your thirties or beyond that and you are still writing because you just enjoy and love telling stories. There’s a new maturity to your writing and that happens because you’re a bit older, though maybe not wiser, but you still love telling the stories anyway. People tell you that you should write for money and sometimes you think, hey I could try that and you dream. And sometimes you just smile and say, "I just like telling stories” and that is more than enough for you.
And sometimes people fall in love in your stories, regardless of sex or gender. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they laugh. They cry. They hate. They die. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they make love. Sometime it’s just sex. You keep writing. You can’t help it. You get that idea and you just need to write it down. Word for word. One sentence after another. Just like when you were a kid and you’d wear your pencils to stubs and let your pens run out of ink as you shape the letters.
That’s fan fiction. Sometimes, the best stories in the world start because they were fan fiction. Ask Shakespeare. Ask Jules Verne. Ask Neil Gaiman.
Gentle Reader, if this is your first time in here, then I hope you might find the time to read my stories. I humbly ask, because a fan fiction writer’s currency is in the feedback of his or her readers and we’re happy to hear from them when it’s good and devastated when we get hate from those who don’t even have the courage to sign their names. If it’s not for you, then I understand. It’s all right. Move on, that’s okay. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for. Maybe there’s something else you’d like. It’s fine.
And this is what I hope for if you do decide to venture in.
I hope you smile. I hope you laugh. I hope that you ended up snorting coffee out your nose in the middle of Starbucks. (Here’s a napkin. Sorry that I’m not sorry?) I hope that I made you giggle in the middle of the subway or the bus stop and you get weird looks from folks passing by.
I hope you cry, because sometimes I write sad things and that makes me cry too. Here’s a tissue. It’s okay. Sometimes there are no happy endings.
I hope you are frightened, but only in a way that a good, scary story can make you feel frightened. Sometimes there are dark and terrible things out there and they’re part of the Story too. Hold my hand. It’s all right. I’ve got you.
I hope you blush and maybe smile a little later when love and romance and sweet things are told. Love is a gift and true love is meant to endure. And sometimes there’s hurt and pain and grief in there too, but you already know that. You’ve lived that. Sometimes we do have happy endings after all. There’s always hope.
Are you ready?
It doesn’t always start with “once upon a time” or “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” but every story starts somewhere.
Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi fought due to his stress and misunderstanding but at the end he fixs everything.
Words count: 3k+
Genre: Angst/ Fluff
For anon, I hope you like it! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
You were just passing by the studio to leave him something to eat. You knew too well Yoongi and you were sure he had already skipped lunch, too concentrated on the music to notice the rest.
You had the best intentions and you still couldn’t figure out how it was possible to begin to scream in the soundproof walls of his studio.
“Can you let me talk?” You murmured with a softer voice, hoping that lowered your voice would help him to lower his, too; “Yoongi, please.. I can’t even understand why we’re arguing! ”
He snorted and turned back to the computer, pretending that you were not there; “Because as always you meddle in businesses that are not yours, Y/N.”
“I told you not to tell Namjoon I have problems with this track, but accidentally he said that I don’t have to worry. You were the only one who knew. ”
You remained silent for a fraction of a second, remembering the fact that you didn’t see and text Namjoon for almost four days and he interpreted your silence as an admission of guilt.
You opened your mouth to be able to say something when he turned and his face was so transformed by frustration and anger that it didn’t even seem to have before Yoongi.
He got up and you just flinched away, feeling a thrill of fear running along your back but he didn’t approach you. He ignored you, as he had done a few seconds before and came up to the door, opening it and keeping it open.
His jaw was contracted while you watched him completely shocked by his attitude, without finding the strength to move one step. You noticed how his hands trembled, how he clung to the door, and even though he was treating you unjustly, you felt sorry to see him in those conditions.
“I said go away, Y/N,” He hissed bitterly, finally lifting his gaze and laying it on you. The thrill of you felt before was nothing compared to what crossed through your body, taking for a few moments your breath. “I don’t need you, I don’t need your attention. You have to stop, okay? I can handle everything alone because then the result of your attentions are just trouble. ” His tone became more and more aloof and cold to every word he uttered, while what he said slipped on you and almost put the roots within you.
You never thought he had so little need of you or considered you a kind of trouble, but it wasn’t hard to believe.
You had always had problems in dealing with people and in time you came to the conclusion that the main problem was you.