you should probably follow it

anonymous asked:

I probably should have asked before I followed you and started liking/reblogging your material but are you comfortable with kink people interacting with your blog? I am asking because I am pan and run a kink blog but I saw your most recent post and realized I never asked you (I sincerely apologize for that!!). This is not meant to be disrespectful so I apologize if it comes off that way. I am genuinely curious and afraid I overstepped boundaries.

Heyy no worries, friend! 😌

I don’t know about my other mods here, but I honestly haven’t given much thought to it, myself til you mention it.

Doesn’t sound to me like you’re doing anything wrong by reblogging/liking/etc. our posts here though, if you’re doing so for the same reasons we are.
It looks to me that the original poster of the post you’re referring to meant more that they didn’t want any of the terms to be taken out of the context of referring to parents who are nonbinary and need gender neutral alternatives to mommy/daddy, etc.
In short though, you should be fine in liking/sharing/etc. our posts in the context of their intended purpose 😉

If anyone else (mods, followers) wanna share their feelings about it, feel free to!

- Skully 💀


was doing sketch requests on mah twitter & @mrcutio asked for ‘bahorel doing a sick kickflip’ and then this…. turned into Les Amis: Primary School Origins

i don’t know anything about kickflips and neither does bahorel, luckily feuilly doesnt seem to mind 

lvtvr’s writing tutorials, pt 1: battling my nemesis (or, how to punctuate dialogue)

Sup, fellow kids. I’m Charlie. I write.

I’ve also translated and proofread four full-length novels, so I now suffer from the work-related condition of never being able to turn my editing glasses off. This can make reading fanfic a bitch for me. Because, let’s be real: unbeta’d amateur work easily lets a lot of mistakes slip through.

It is, however, possible to minimize those mistakes.

Is the world going to end if there are errors in your fanfic? Of course not. If you want to focus on the content of your writing more than adhering to rules of language, by all means, do that. There’s time to learn this stuff later.

But you know what? Formatting matters. If you truly want to get better at writing, then eventually you are going to have to deal with this aspect of it. And yes, it’s hard work – but I hope to help you along the way.


This seems to be the #1 formatting problem that amateur writers struggle with. However, there are boatloads of experienced fanfic writers who still seem to struggle with it, or are just so used to making mistakes that they’ve made it “their style.” And at the risk of sounding like a total bitch, it doesn’t matter how amazing or well-loved their work is otherwise: wrong is still wrong. Just because someone is consistent about always writing “your” instead of “you’re” doesn’t make it correct, and dialogue is no different.

If these kinds of persistent mistakes don’t bother you, then good for you. Your life is probably a lot more fun than mine.

But if you want to learn to do it right – if you want the great look and perfect flow that immaculate punctuation will bring your writing – then you have to rise above this.

Time for some rules.


Let’s start with something simple.

“Hey,” he said.

This is a good sentence. This sentence is an upstanding member of our society. You can’t go wrong with this sentence. Got me? Okay.

Now let’s have a look at another one.

“Hello.” She said.

This sentence is a delinquent. In fact, it’s not even a sentence – it’s two sentences. And it is always, always, always wrong. Rule of thumb: never do this. Ever.

This isn’t just some elitist, snooty gatekeeping crap, either. There’s a purely functional reason why it’s incorrect.

By putting a period after your dialogue, you are cutting it off from whatever comes next. Whatever follows dialogue that ends with a period has to be an independent sentence. This distinction is used to regulate the rhythm and flow of the writing.

Now, “said” is a transitive verb, meaning it needs to take an object. While you can sigh, yawn, or laugh independently of anything else, “saying” isn’t possible unless you are saying SOMETHING. (I.e., “She laughed” is a complete sentence on its own; “He said” isn’t.) Same goes for synonyms of “say,” such as whisper, repeat, and exclaim. They almost always get lonely without some dialogue attached to them with a comma.

Let’s look at some examples.

“I’m fine.” He said.
“I’m fine,” he said.

The first example IS NEVER CORRECT. NOT EVER. It should ALWAYS be the latter. ALWAYS.


“I’m fine,” he laughed.
“I’m fine.” He laughed.

These examples are BOTH CORRECT, but convey different nuances. In the first example, he laughs the words. In the second, he says the words first, and laughs afterward. These are separate things, not two different ways to express the same idea. No matter how much fic you’ve read where they’re treated as synonymous, they are not. They are not. They are not.


When a sentence in dialogue ends with a question mark or exclamation point, you always keep that punctuation – you never replace it with a comma. This is where we use the above rule to make sure things don’t get ambiguous.

“What’s up?” they yawned.
“What’s up?” They yawned.

Again, these examples are BOTH CORRECT. In the first, they are yawning the words. In the second, they yawn after speaking. By capitalizing “they,” you are indicating that the question mark is behaving like a period. You are thereby orphaning the sentence that follows the dialogue. In this case, since the sentence can stand alone, that’s perfectly fine.

Next example:

“I’m okay!” the boy repeated.
“I’m okay!” The boy repeated.

Here, the first example is CORRECT. The second is ALWAYS WRONG. Remember, capitalizing “the” means you are drawing a line between the dialogue and the following sentence. “Repeated” needs an object, but now, because the exclamation point is behaving like a period, “The boy repeated” stands alone. That’s an ungrammatical sentence, and without the implied attachment to the preceding dialogue, it drifts alone in the void.

And, well, that’s not good.


Special section to address this other weird shit I’ve seen:

“I’m fine.” He murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee, “I promise.”

This is a big WTF that has basically just reversed the correct order of things. It should be:

“I’m fine,” he murmured, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “I promise.”

Another example:

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend, “You should try it.”

We have two options to fix this, depending on if we want her to laugh the words or not.

“That’s pretty cool,” the doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing as she speaks)

“That’s pretty cool.” The doctor laughed, turning to her girlfriend. “You should try it.” (laughing after speaking)

Sometimes, especially when you start working with more complex sentences, things can get confusing, and your options can increase. Feel free to shoot me a message if you’re not sure. However, the rules above are the basic ones to keep in mind.

Okay, you made it to the end! If it feels like a lot, that’s because it is. Yes, it’s plenty to remember, because writing is hard. Try to think about these rules when you’re reading published books (not fanfic, you can’t trust fanfic), and eventually you’ll get the hang of it.

Believe in the me that believes in you.

Good luck!

Let’s talk about The Hate U Give.

Folks, if you love YA you need to go out and buy this book ASAP. I’m really, really excited about it. I think that this book, written by Angie Thomas (who you should probably be following on Twitter, by the by), is about to become the new classic of YA lit. Here are just a few of the reasons why:

- It’s kinda longish (over 400 pages) but still a really quick read because you’ll be so invested, a sign Angie Thomas is really doing something right

- It’s going to become a movie starring Amandla Stenberg, the absolute treasure of a person who played Rue in the Hunger Games

- The subject matter is just really important. This is a book born from the Black Lives Matter movement, and it’s stunning. I don’t want to spoil the plot too much, but it’s about a girl named Starr who witnesses an act of police brutality and needs to come to terms with the complicated decision of speaking up.

Please go read this book. More importantly, please go buy this book, or if you can’t, borrow it from your local library - the more a title is taken out, the more the library system will buy. It’s important to show that we want books with diverse stories, and that we’ll put our money where our mouths are.

Lightbulbs Are Useless

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Nothin really just fluff Bucky’s so nice and patient

Summary: Bucky’s fallen for Tony’s shy assistant who is actually more than she seems.

Word Count: 930

A/N: I actually suck at writing shy!reader because I’m not shy and none of my friends are omgbut I still hope this is remotely good hahaha

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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“Do you always respond to shit with one word, or…?”  Ronan raised an eyebrow. “We need to make sure we’re not implicated here. You don’t want anyone else to know, I want to live until homecoming, this is the only way.”

“You want… to follow my sister?” 

“Keep up, Greene.”  He rolled his eyes. “And if she’s into some dangerous shit, I mean, you should probably follow her anyway. Make sure she doesn’t die.”

“She’s a vampire, dude. She doesn’t really. Do that.”

Felix tried to protest, but Ronan was already standing up, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and checking his phone.

“K, good talk man. Nice to meet you. Here’s my number, text me when she next leaves the house, alright? See you then.”

anonymous asked:

I don't really like the way everyone is making the tragedy about Harry, when it should be about the victims and Ariana. I know it's Harry's home town but he wasn't the one who had to live it, i don't really know why people are kind of acting like he was?

I don’t think anyone (at least that I have seen) are acting like he lived through it or that it was his show??

When something like this happens in your home, when a place is attacked that you walk by, or drive by regularly, when it’s a place you’ve been to, when it’s a place you could have been. It affects you differently than when you hear about another tragedy on the news.

A couple years ago when there was a gunman on the loose in Parliament Hill in Ottawa it affected me in a way I hadn’t felt before. Because I’ve been exactly where the gunman had been walking. I /should/ have been near there. And when people from your neighbourhood are involved, when they get hurt or when they die, it’s different. It’s /different/. Even if you don’t know them, your parents might, or you know someone who does. It’s not just an abstract news story anymore. 

What happened was horrific on top of that for Harry I imagine because it /could/ have been him. He’s played that arena with the boys. Another place, another time, another set of circumstances, that could have been a one direction show. That is not to take away from what Ariana and her fans actually experienced. That should be acknowledged and respected. 

But most people you are probably following are Harry fans and 1d fans, and people relate tragedies back to themselves in order to help understand it. Personally I’m not an Ariana fan, and I’m not following her very closely, beyond what is on the news or on my dash. I do follow Harry quite closely and just because of the nature of my account I’m exposed to more content about him. The people I have seen focusing on Harry have also foused on the attack as a whole. I think you just need to remember that in context you know. 

anonymous asked:

Haii. Your blog is so beautiful. I'm new to Tumblr. Can you suggest me some httyd blogs I can follow please?

Hey friend! Thank you and welcome to this beautiful place! :D

Aha great question! It’s always important to know who follow when you’re new in a fandom :)

So I will put some HTTYD blogs I follow per classes:

Firstly, you’ve to follow HTTYD official blog @howtotrainyourdragon​ of course!

Then, if you want to see beautiful HTTYD gifs from your favourite show, you should follow @graphrofberk @fankakm @lutavero @dragonlover7860 @dragonlovertr @odair-hofferson @httydofdreamworks @berkedits @astrid-gifs and @queenelinor!

As to the HTTYD quotes, you should give a look at @justgotawesome‘s blog (contains also gifs)

Regarding HTTYD fanarts, there are a lot of persons you should follow: @leffie-draws-fanart @emmalennyeddie @avannak @jennis41digsdragons @wave-artworks-fanarts @snowprincess-artist @bgsdragons and @raide-draws-fanart!

Also, if you’re interested in seeing amazing HTTYD videos, you should watch @22craftgirl and @littlehttydthings!

In their own category, you’ve @tarched and @nightofthefury-3d who create HTTYD animation!

Besides, you have a lot of beautiful writers to follow, their HTTYD fanfictions are amazing: @e–wills @astrxd @chiefhiccstrid @avannak @astridthevalkyrie and @fanwriter02!

Also, you need to follow our fandom wise @kingofthewilderwest who does incredible HTTYD analysis and who is truly a beautiful person!

And if you just want to follow amazing people added to this list, there are: @hello-em75 who does amazing appreciation post and always manages to reunite the fandom together like @angies-team does too! You’ve @the-fanaddict who posts some livestreams I enjoy to see, @crazy4dragons who thinks about interesting HTTYD headcanons and @astridthefearless that always does amazing posts by pointing things we didn’t see in the shows! 

Added to that, if you’re a Hiccstrid shipper, you should follow @dailyhiccstrid and @hiccstridsource :)

I probably forget some other blogs but I don’t know everybody on this fandom and it’s up to you to discover many others HTTYD blogs! Have a nice experience in our fandom! I hope you’ll find amazing people as I did!

Little Things

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam

Word Count: 1422

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff then boom angst  

Summary: The highlights of you and Dean’s relationship. Will that be enough for him to remember you?

Authors Note: this is for @jpadjackles double birthday challenge! I had Little  Things by One Direction. Trust me, it’s sweet! Feedback is always appreciated!  enjoy xx

Originally posted by superuunatural

Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

But bear this mind it was meant to be

And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

You and Dean had held hands plenty of times, but the first time you paid attention to the way his hand felt in your was when the two of you were cuddled up in the couch. His hand engulfed yours as his thumb rubbed curled on the back of your hand.  

You studied his facial features as they became delicate in his sleeping state. You never noticed how many freckles he actually had, and they added to the things you love about him.  

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12 MONTHS (Preview)

WARNINGS - This is for the whole series . There will be explicit smut and possible NSFW gifs. And loads of fluff and aftercare  .

A/N- This will a series of 10 parts excluding this preview . This series is based on the movie 9 SONGS . I liked the concept of the movie . And I felt like writing it . It will contain kinks so if you aren’t comfortable please do not read it . I am horrible at putting warning on fics , so if I need to add any please do not hesitate to tell me . 

Taw @supersoldierslover will probably help me out a lot like always , so thank you in advance . You should probably follow her if you aren’t because she is absolutely amazing . 

Each part will have a few different kinks , and a song . 

I am accepting kinks and requests  . So please send in an ask or a request if you want any particular kink that you are interested in so that I can write it for you  .

The POV’s will be changing . A few parts will be in readers POV and a few in Bucky’s . 

PAIRING - Bucky x Reader ( I am most comfortable writing for Bucky so ….)

SUMMARY- Bucky and the reader meet at a concert . The reader is from a different country and has come to America for a 12 month internship . She meets Bucky at a concert . Their relationship lasts for a year , where she lives with him . They test out their limits and sexual desires . Bucky is completely in love but he also knows that what they have will come to an end when she goes back . So this is the journey about how Bucky makes the most of his 12 months with you . 

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Guardian Angel - Part 6 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Fuck check me out lads, 2 parts to this shit fest of a story in 2 days. this has never happened in the history of this blog lol sorry

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Jimin’s hands were trembling around the popcorn bucket and he knew that he probably should have followed you out of there to make sure his friend was okay. Jimin didn’t want to look at you, though. He didn’t want to look at you and see the hurt in your eyes because Jimin had chosen Mina and he didn’t mean to.

He didn’t fucking mean to.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Jimin raked his hands through his hair and sank his teeth into his bottom lip as hard as he could. The pain was fine, it was bearable; but Jimin didn’t know what you and Mina were discussing out there, or if Mina would tell you at all what had happened between them.

What then? What would Jimin actually do?

You would have evidence for him supposedly being in love with Mina and you would stay away from him for fear of getting in the way of the two of them.

This couldn’t have gotten more tits up even if Jimin had purposefully tried to ruin everything.


“Mina!” You called, jogging to catch up with your friend who was darting down the hallway between cinema rooms. “Mina, wait! What’s going on?”

You latched onto her arm, pulling her to a stop and she whirled to face you with glossy eyes.

“Y/N, leave me alone, please?” She whispered, lip trembling. You shook your head, moving your arm from it’s tenacious grip to rub up and down, soothing her.

“No way, not when you’re like this,” you insisted. “What’s up? Talk to me,”

She shook her head, laughing humorlessly and brushing some hair from her face.

“Honestly Y/N, it’s nothing. I just thought something wrong apparently, it’s on me.”

“But what did you think that’s wrong? I don’t understand,”

She breathed in deeply, shutting her eyes momentarily and then opening them to search your face.

“Jimin and I had sex.” she confessed and it was like a punch to your gut.

Jimin and Mina…? Mina and Jimin?

They… Slept together.

Honestly, of course they did. What did you expect, that all this time spent with him and all the cuddles, laughter and those little outings he insisted were dates actually meant something? Of course they didn’t. People like you didn’t get the guy; people as resplendent as Mina did, and even as she stared at you, waiting for your response, with her shiny eyes and pink nose - she was absolutely gorgeous.

“O-Oh, I see…”

“Are you mad?” she murmured, stepping closer to you.

“Mad?” you laughed, and even to you the noise was harsh and metallic. “Why would I be mad? You’re both consenting adults, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. I thought maybe… You might have liked him?”

“That doesn’t matter Mina, it’s none of my business who the two of you choose to sleep with.”

You were bitter; she told you she thought that you might have liked him and she still had sex with him anyway. You had thought your friendship was more sacred than that.

“Right, well…”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Mina, seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You said, perhaps too sharply. “My feelings for Jimin don’t really matter anymore, do they?”

You were angry, certainly, but not at Mina. Not at your best friend, who hadn’t really done anything wrong. You were more angry at Jimin, who had disappointed you. Maybe you were being absurd and childish, but you had really thought that he liked you. He had paid so much attention to you and he was so… So sweet and charming with you. Obviously you were wrong.

“But Y/N-”

“I want to go home.” you whispered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “I’ll drive you home. Can you go and get Jimin?”

“Wait, no, Y/N we can talk about this, what do you mean your feelings for Jimin don’t matter anymore? You like him?”


“Y/N please just tell me,” Mina said assertively.

Whilst the two of you were similar heights, you had never before felt that she was looking down on you as much as you did in that moment. She was glaring, with a glint of something you had never seen before. Was it anger? Sadness? Guilt? You weren’t even sure.

“I- Yes, fine, I really, really like Jimin. He makes me feel comfortable and he makes me feel special. He makes me feel like no other guy in the world will compare. We have so much in common that I keep wondering if we were literally designed for each other. He makes me feel safe and so, so fucking secure when he hugs me, and he holds me so close to his body that I can feel his heartbeat and swear it beats for me, because fuck it, my heart beats for him.” You were breathless, shoulders heaving as tears finally made their way to your eyes.

“But that doesn’t matter anymore, Mina.” You said, voice completely devoid of emotion. “Because you got him. You got the guy, and I can’t believe I ever thought I had a chance.”

You turned, aiming to leave the building and get some fresh air to try and calm down and then wait by your car for the two of them to come out too. You couldn’t help but latch your eyes onto the very defeated looking man standing barely a few feet away, his usually pristine hair flopping into his eyes and shoulders slumping forwards.

“I’ll be waiting by the car,” you said, addressing them both. An acidic feeling was rising in your oesophagus and you just wanted to leave the presence of both of them - they were looking at you, staring at you, and the weight of their gazes was too much for you to bear. “Come out whenever you’re ready and I’ll drive you both home.”

With that, you walked past them, dodging the hand that Jimin shot out to grab onto you. He choked out your name, the familiar crushing sensation in his heart suddenly dissipating.

Where had the pain gone? Where was his heart? He couldn’t feel it in his chest anymore.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry.” Mina whispered, tears dripping down her porcelain face. “I’ve ruined everything, I’m so sorry.”

Jimin shook his head, glancing at the girl before turning his body to go after you. “No you didn’t, Mina, I messed up. This is all my fault.”

Jimin ran after you, leaving Mina behind in his hurry to get to you. To explain, to apologise - just to do something to ease the hurt in your heart.

This was all his fault. This was his fault and he had no idea how he could fix any of this mess he had created.

“Y/N!” He called, jogging up to the car that you were leaning up against, tears still running down your face. “Y/N, please, let me explain-”

“It’s fine, Jimin, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“No, but I really, really so, you don’t understand-”

“I understand better than you think I do, Jimin. I knew that you liked her anyway so this really isn’t that big of a deal-”

“Stop, can you just liste-”

“Don’t worry, I support you two. I hope that you’re happy togeth-”

“Y/N seriously let me-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Y/N FOR FUCKS SAKE LET ME TALK,” Jimin yelled, latching onto your upper arms so you had no choice but to look at him. The volume of his voice was enough to stun you into silence, and then your anger came back full force.

“No. Y’know what, fuck you Park Jimin. Fuck you. Do you get some kind of enjoyment out of playing with my feelings? You knew that I liked you and you slept with my best friend anyway. Is this some kind of cruel way to spite me? Have I pissed you off in some way because I didn’t take you for such a spiteful man.”

“Y/N, please, I’m so sorry. It happened a while ago and it was a mistake, I’d take it back if I could, please believe me.” He was crying at this point, but you refused to let your resolve weaken. He had hurt you and he was going to have to deal with that.

“I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Jimin. I really fucking like you, but now I’m not so sure. What, did you have sex with her and then come running to me? Was she not good enough? Did you think it would be a fun game to have us both and then tell all your friends about what a real man you are?”

Jimin swore he was going to die. His heart was beating way too hard and way too fast and he was legitimately concerned that it was going to rupture.

You were being completely unforgiving and Jimin didn’t know what to do.

“That’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. Y’know what, you can take yourself home. Tell Mina I’m sorry but I’m not hanging around here anymore.”

You shoved his hands off you, got into your car and tore out of the car park as fast as you could.

Despite all the hurt and anger you held in your body, the widening distance between the two of you tugged harshly on your heartstrings.


Jimin was a mess. You had found out about him and Mina two nights ago and Jimin had yet to contact you. His phone was completely silent, except for one or two panicked messages from Mina demanding to know what she could do to try and fix this.

Jimin hadn’t the heart to reply to her. At this point he wasn’t sure that he would be able to fix this at all.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to look at you again, and be horrifically reminded of the way you looked at him that night, eyes full of tears and burning with resentment.

He was wandering aimlessly around town, having just come out of work but not really feeling like going home. There was nothing to do there, and he couldn’t even sleep. Exhaustion was beginning to set into his bones but still he walked, crossing into an unfamiliar part of town. Jimin wasn’t worried though; he knew he’d be able to find his way home when he needed to.

He turned a corner, not really paying proper attention to his surroundings, and he accidentally launched himself into the body of another, the both of them going stumbling backwards. The other person cursed loudly, and Jimin reached his hands out automatically to pull them upright again.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry,” Jimin started babbling, hoping that the slightly taller man wasn’t annoyed or anything. “I really wasn’t paying attention to where I was going at all, I’m sorry, my mind is everywhere-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He said, square grin immediately setting Jimin’s heart at ease. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, are you okay?”

Jimin blinked at him, almost stunned by the radiance of the man’s face, and then nodded. “Yeah, I made a really bad decision and fucked up everything.”

The man nodded seriously, as if he understood what had happened perfectly without needing to be told any more details.

“I get that, I do that on a daily basis. My grandma is reaching the end of her tether with me.” Despite the weight of his comment, his grin was like the sun, and Jimin found himself laughing with the stranger. “I’m Kim Taehyung, what’s your name?”

“My name is Jimin- uh, Park Jimin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin! Do you wanna walk and talk? I’m headed to the shop now to get some tea for my grandma, you can come with me and tell me all about this heavy decision.”

The offer, whilst perhaps unorthodox, was one Jimin couldn’t resist. He didn’t really have any proper friends outside of you and Mina other than Jungkook (who did nothing but hum at appropriate moments whenever Jimin was ranting about something) and Taehyung’s sunny disposition was already unravelling the tightly coiled stress in Jimin’s body. He found himself nodding without really thinking about it, and the two of them continued back the way Jimin had come to the small grocery store.

“Well go on, tell me. Is it family struggles? No, wait- it’s a girl isn’t it?” Taehyung took a basket from the front of the shop, tucking his arm through the handles and beginning to meander down the first aisle in the most relaxed fashion Jimin had ever seen someone shop in.

“How did you know?”

“I’m perceptive and you’re good looking, so I just assumed it was girl problems.”

“What if I was gay?”

“Trust me, I know who’s gay and who isn’t,” Taehyung said, his voice the most serious since Jimin had met him less than ten minutes ago and Jimin nearly laughed. “Tell me about this girl, then.” He picked up two bags of gummy bears, examining the two identical bags in detail before settling on the one in his left hand and dropping it into his basket.

“She’s- Well, she’s…”

Jimin wasn’t eloquent enough for this. How was he meant to describe you, your very essence, to someone who hadn’t met you? He didn’t think he could in this language. Perhaps in his own, but not this one.

“She’s the world.”

“That’s deep.”

“You have no idea.”

“Divulge, then.”

“It’s weird and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

Taehyung turned to face Jimin, scrutinising Jimin in a way that he hadn’t felt since he met The Ancients for the first time when he was sixteen. Taehyung was thoughtful, just staring at Jimin, but Jimin didn’t feel uncomfortable. He felt at ease, as if he could trust Taehyung with his very soul if he had to.

“Try me.”


“So, let me get this straight,” Taehyung said, popping a sour worm into his mouth and pulling until it snapped, head of the worm in his mouth and body in his hand. “You looked into this magical whirlpool of destiny or whatever, and saw the two of them together.”


“And you were immediately drawn to this Mina?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you look at Y/N at all? Like, at all, even for a second?”

Jimin furrowed his brows, thinking as hard as he could.

He couldn’t really… Remember…?

He told Taehyung so, who nodded and continued munching on his sour worm. He looked so deep in thought about this whole situation whilst eating a fucking sour worm, and honestly, Jimin wouldn’t have told him anything if he didn’t immediately trust Taehyung and his innocence.

“Okay… Have you apologised to Y/N yet? Explained?”

“Explained, like, all this? All the angel crap?”


“I’m not allowed to tell her anything about this.” Jimin admitted, eating his own sugar coated jelly treat.

“Wait, what? Then why did you tell me?” Taehyung spluttered, sitting upright from his relaxed position on his sofa. “Oh fuck, are big, scary angel dudes gonna be after my hide now?”

“No, no, I’m allowed to tell people that aren’t affiliated with my charge, but that’s it. If you tell anybody, like Mina or Y/N or anybody that knows the two of them, we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

Taehyung looked very grave suddenly, before perking up and resuming his previous puppy personality.

“That’s fine, I have nobody to tell anyway!” He finished off the packet of gummies, screwing up the packet and shoving it into the plastic bag that the two of them were using as a bin for their junk food feast. “But why did you tell me at all? This is a big secret and we don’t even really know each other.”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know, I just trust you. My instincts are rarely wrong.”

“Except when it comes to something as huge as the actual reason for your existence.”

“That’s cold, bro.”

Taehyung just laughed, lounging back into the squashy sofa and lolling his head back to look at the ceiling. “Do you have wings?”

“What?” Jimin asked, having been too focused on reading all of the titles of the movies Taehyung had lined on the shelves of his room.

“Do you have wings? Like big ass angel wings. Are they white, like in all the films and shit? Is God real? Oh, shit, have you partied with Jesus?”

Jimin shook his head, standing from where he was squatting to get to the lower shelves, and laughed gently.

“Yeah, I have wings, but you just can’t see them right now, and yes, they’re white. Uh, God isn’t real in the sense that you’re thinking of God. He doesn’t have a physical form and only The Ancients can confer with him-”

“The Ancients being those guys that made you look into the magical whirlpool of destiny?”

“Yeah, those guys. And I haven’t partied with Jesus, no.”

“So Jesus is real?”

“Well, yeah, but he was just a guardian angel that had a serious problem with keeping it all a secret. He’s an Ancient now.”

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging wide open as he digested this new information. “I feel like I have all the answers to everything in the world ever.”

“Well, I mean, nobody will believe you.” Jimin said, shifting a cushion so he could sit down heavily next to Taehyung.

“Why should I believe you, then?”

Jimin was stumped. He hadn’t actually considered that Taehyung might not believe him. In all honesty, thinking about it, he was surprised that Taehyung hadn’t already called bullshit and told him to get out of his house and deal with his own problems. Maybe Taehyung would give him the contact details of the closest rehabilitation centre and tell him he was praying for his swift recovery.

“I can, uh, show you my wings? If you want?” A light blush dusted over Jimin’s cheeks at the idea. He had never shown his wings to anybody on Earth before, and suddenly he was nervous. What if Taehyung didn’t like them? Earning his wings had been the proudest moment of Jimin’s entire life but what if they were ugly in Taehyung’s eyes?

Despite only knowing him for a very brief amount of time, Jimin cared what he thought.

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanna see them, show me!” Taehyung was immediately upright, excited at the prospect. He tugged a cushion onto his lap, pressing it against his chest and biting his lip to try and hide the thrilled grin.

Jimin breathed in a deep breath to try and steel his nerves, then stood and moved to where there wasn’t a risk of damaging any of Taehyung’s furniture.

Then his breathing stopped, focusing on the sensation of the feathery appendages protruding from his back. There was a burning, piercing sensation in his shoulder blades and Jimin felt the skin of his back stretch and pull and only quickly remembered to pull his shirt off over his head to avoid ripping it and having to walk home in a tattered shirt later.

The feeling of his skin peeling apart along the already present exit wounds was one he wasn’t yet used to in its grimness, but he ignored that in favour of ensuring his wings would leave the cavity of his body and grow rapidly, unfurling and stretching out.

Like finally getting to scratch a lifelong itch, Jimin sighed in content and opened his wings out to their full span, flapping them just once, twice to stretch them properly. The billow almost upset his balance, and Taehyung’s hair was blown away from his face and causing him to flinch slightly, but his eyes were almost entirely round in shock and awe.

“Wow, they’re- Wow, I don’t know, fuck, oh my God?” Taehyung stuttered, hardly able to believe his eyes. “Wow…” He was unable to find any other word to say as he rose to his feet, hand tentatively outstretched. “M-May I…?”

Jimin nodded, and Taehyung immediately stroked his hand along the feathery plumage, sighing in awe.

“They’re soft!” He chirped, excited. His other hand joined the first, raking through Jimin’s wings - gently, as not to accidentally tug out any feathers - and then he, as carefully as possible, tugged on the end of his wing and pulled it outwards to stretch one of Jimin’s wings to it’s full span. “Jesus, they’re really huge too…”

“That’s what she said,” Jimin coughed, laughing when Taehyung immediately let go of the wing and it near enough snapped back to Jimin’s body, causing the unfamiliar weight to overbalance him and send him sailing into the sofa.

“That’s foul,” Taehyung wrinkled his nose, but his eyes were still focused on Jimin’s newly revealed secret. Then a devilish grin spread across his face and he was poking fun at Jimin. “They’re taller than you, look-”

A fist sank into Taehyung’s stomach, and he curled over, still managing to laugh through his wheezes.

“-Haven’t even know each other a full four hours and you’re already mocking me-!”

“-Ah! Hyung, get off! I’m delicate-!”

“-Delicate my ass! I could accidentally kill you with these things, do you get that-!”

“-Help! I’m being attacked by a giant chicken-!”

“-You fucking-!”


“Does it hurt to put them back in?” Taehyung asked, prodding the sensitive wound that was still sealing itself on Jimin’s back.

“Not really, not as much as it used to.”

Jimin’s hands were wrapped around a mug of tea - the tea that actually belonged to the elusive grandmother - and he was sitting on a stool at Taehyung’s kitchen island. His shirt was still off, allowing the curious boy to watch as his wings first shrunk in size and then retracted back into Jimin’s body. His eyes were alight with wonder as he watched the shapes move under Jimin’s skin and settle into place before the long, back-length, perfectly parallel incisions began to knit together.

“I almost feel like this is a really realistic dream, y’know.” Taehyung said, passing Jimin’s shirt to the owner when he had seen his fill of Jimin’s back.

“Funnily, this all feels like a very horrible nightmare.” Jimin commented dryly, pulling his shirt back over his head and reclaiming his tea.

“Ah, yeah, back to the matter at hand.” Taehyung nodded, back in serious mode as if what had just happened didn’t at all. “Like I asked, have you apologised to Y/N?”

“I have, but she didn’t really listen. She was too angry shouting at me.”

“Tough break. I recommend giving her time to cool down, to think rationally. She probably wasn’t thinking straight and was only saying stuff out of anger.”

“Well, yeah, probably, but I don’t wanna sit around waiting. I just wanna be with her.”

“If you don’t give her time to stew and be angry that it’ll come back and blow up ten times bigger than it already has.”

The kid’s right, Jimin.” Namjoon added. “Give her time to sort out her thoughts.

“I don’t think it can blow up any more than it already has, to be honest.”

“Trust me, it can always blow up more than it already has. Always.”

Jimin could have punched himself in the face at the fact that he shrugged off Taehyung’s surprisingly wise words. Barely even thirty minutes later, whilst Jimin and Taehyung had settled down on the sofa to watch one of his countless movies, Jimin’s phone was buzzing repeatedly against his thigh.

He let it ring until it fell silent, but not even ten seconds later it was buzzing again, this time with a series of panicked texts.

He huffed, pulling his phone from his pocket and unlocking his phone to check the string of messages he had received from none other than Mina.

He threw his phone onto the coffee table when he read them, launching himself upwards and stumbling around to find his jacket. Fuck he hadn’t brought his car how the fuck was he going to get there-

“Jimin! Jimin what’s going on?” Taehyung demanded, pausing the film as it’s intro started but Jimin only shook his head, shoving his feet into his shoes and tying the laces faster than he ever had before.

“No time, no time, Taehyung! We have to go! Come with me, can I borrow your car?”

Taehyung could only stare in bewilderment and Jimin stood up, racing towards the door and expecting the younger to follow. He picked up Jimin’s phone that he had left unlocked on the coffee table and his eyes scanned the screen quickly before his heart lurched and he too was sprinting out of the house, not even wearing any shoes in his urgency.


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