#sequals

[ghostandcakes]

Riley’s panic attack

As a person with anxiety I think this was portrayed was amazing from the fainted heart beat to the panting and the pain in Riley’s chest it shows how much pressure she was under especially in her situation, it shows how much anxiety took over her which must be completely confusing and scary to have , when you’re away from your parents and surrounded by your idols and friends that just told you the worst thing possible towards you in this situation, Then she practices non stop, lies and creates a false personality to seem cool, breaks in to her coaches office with the possibility of getting into serious trouble just to be able to know what the coach things of her, panics after reading that the coach doesn’t think she’s ready and accidentally hurts her best friend, and after getting yelled at the coach (the coach wasn’t wrong to be fair) and getting a two minutes, she suddenly can’t breath, and her anxiety was literally out of control, forgetting her sense of self and needed a bit of happiness that was luckily given , I personally think this was relatable but any ideas of how you all felt?

[georgelthomas]

Scenes and Sequels??? - A more rounded way of writing a scene? #writing #amwriting #writerslife #scenes #writingascene #WritingCommunity

[an-old-lady]

This was an old sketch and I found it within myself to finish it. Idk if it has the sauce but I hope y'all enjoy <3

[keylimeart]

well SOMEBODY has to fill the reyrose tag

[oneluckygoose]

Remus: haha, you cant have imposter syndrome if you’ve never actually accomplished anything good, amiright?

Lily *barely two points ahead of Remus to be first in potions and second only to him in charms, as well as barely second to him as top of the class and valedictorian*: ….

Dorcas *stood right beside Remus as he was the first in their entire school year to cast a patronus and defeat the most personally horrifying boggart in the school*: ….

Marlene *asked Remus to teach her how to cast dueling spells with the same level of power that he has and is now champion in the club because of it*: ….

Mary *an absolute strategy and chess wiz, cannot even be defeated by Dumbledore, knowing she struggles to outsmart him when they play*: ….

Regulus *watched Remus essentially help every single person around him and never bat an eye about anyone being a burden*: ….

McGonagall *knows Remus is, without a doubt, one of the most incredible and talented students in the entire history of Hogwarts and has seen him only get better over the years*: ….

Madam Pomfrey *has watched Remus survive some of the most harrowing injuries and most impossible pain without fear*: ….

Peter *watched firsthand as Remus enchanted the Marauders map to be essentially alive, an almost impossible magical feat*: ….

Sirius *tied with Remus for second in transfiguration and understands that without Remus he would not be a kind and loving person at all, even with James, who also loves Remus more than anything and has watched Remus overcome more than he could ever bear*: ….

James *has seen Remus struggle and struggle and be angry and be in pain and has, despite the entire world working against him, come out able to love and feel joy, and not only to feel it but give it to others unconditionally and without hesitation despite what they’ve done, and knows that put in Remus shoes even he himself would not be able to pull himself out of the darkness and continue to love*: ….

James: …..

James: …… Remus no

[i-dared-myself]

Skirt War

Requested by anonymous: Could I req a fic with the stray kids' ninth member being put in a short dress/skirt (you know those that don't look like it'll ride up if you move but it does and its annoying af??) for a performance with a dance dance - that she has to move around a lot and then she keeps trying to pull the skirt down but that piece of shit just keeps going back up. And she spends the whole performance playing tug of war with a bunch of fabric trying not to be indecent and humiliated. And backstage she feels shit bc she couldn’t dance well and looked pathetic and she's disappointed and frustrated and embarrassed and yk. Idk if this is understandable anymore

“Wow, Felix,” you say, “you look really good! The stylists worked really hard with this new set of outfits.”

Felix hums his agreement, adjusting his gloves. “Where’s yours?”

You glance down at yourself. You’re still in your normal clothes. “Ah, they haven’t called me back yet. I think they’re finishing with Seungmin now.”

Felix makes a small sound of understanding, reaching up to touch his hair. He stops himself and drags his hand back down to his side. “Should I dye my hair soon?”

You shrug. “Do you want to? Is your hair even alive at this point?”

You hear someone softly call your name, and turn before you head Felix’s response. A staff member is waving you over as Seungmin and Jisung walk by.

“Looking good,” you compliment them, smiling brightly. You’re excited for what you’ll be wearing for the performance.

So you’re handed the set of clothes that you change into. You don’t even get a chance to look at yourself in a mirror before you’re whisked away for makeup and hair.

You eventually step out, joining the others. It seems as if everyone else has finished with their own styling, and everyone looks great.

There’s one tiny little problem, though.

Your tiny little skirt.

Your shirt is amazing, and you can’t disagree with the fact that you look hot in it. But the skirt is as small as they get. You’re amazed that you’re even allowed to wear it.

You’re fairly certain it’ll stay in place during thr performance, but you really don’t want to take chances. So you do an experimental twirl, heart sinking when the skirt instantly flies up.

Hyunjin recoils when he sees you. “What the-“

“Watch it!” Chan warns, narrowing his eyes. He faces you, eyes widening. “Oh. Oh boy.”

You tug the material down, fiddling with it anxiously. “Is it that bad?”

Jeongin is averting his eyes, which does absolutely nothing to make you feel better. “Nope. It’s totally fine.”

“Did they ask you about this?” Minho frowns deeply, glancing out at the crowd between the curtains. The sound check is almost complete, so you’re running out of time to deal with this.

“No. I wasn’t aware that I’d be wearing this.” Your hands tremble. You feel sick with how short it is. You half believe you’re at risk of your most intimate areas just being on display.

Seungmin grunts a little. “Want my sweater? To tie around your waist?”

You consider it for a moment before shaking your head. “Maybe later. I don’t want it to look like I’m disrespecting the stylists.”

“But it’s fine!” Jisung assures you. “These aren’t our usual stylists, and they don’t know our boundaries.”

“But we also don’t want to start something with this event,” you point out. They stylists had come with the gig, and you didn’t want to disrespect them if you didn’t usually work with them. It might ruin any other opportunities.

“Positions, everyone,” Chan suddenly says. He gives you a pitying look as everyone files into their assigned places. “You’ve got this.”

You’re not as confident as he is, but you force a smile. You tug the skirt down one last time before bounding out onto stage.

The music starts up and you begin to dance. Every movement that involves legs (pretty much all of them) has the skirt flipping up. Felix is behind you for the beginning, and when you catch a glance of his face it’s bright red.

You miss a hand gesture because you’re adjusting the fabric again, and your stomach tumbles. The media is going to have a field day with this. Everyone is going to be talking about how unprofessional you are.

Positions are swapped, and then you’re next to Changbin. He turns his gaze away to be respectful, but it just reinforces the idea in your head that the outfit is bad. That you’re indecent.

You blink back tears as you stumble over yet another move, too busy holding the skirt down to make it to the next spot in time. You’re falling behind, mind focused on your decency and not the dance.

Then your lines come, and your voice cracks. You’re lucky enough that you don’t have to hold your microphone up, because you honestly don’t have a spare hand.

It comes to an end, and you all bow. You walk off stage, perhaps the most humiliated that you’ve ever been.

Changbin loops his arms around you, tying his sweater around your waist. You mutter your thanks and wrench your headset off. 

“Hey.” Chan gently grabs your arm and steers you back to the group. “Let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You keep your head ducked, gaze locked on the floor. Your throat burns and you’re struggling not to cry.

Jeongin comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “I think you did great.”

You shove him away. “Well I didn’t! I sucked because of this stupid skirt! I let it get in my head, and now everyone’s going to be talking about it!”

Minho sits on the ground and takes your hands in his. He gently pulls you down to his lap and lets your cry against his chest. “Yeah, it wasn’t your greatest performance.”

“How is that supposed to help?” Jisung hisses out.

“But Stay loves you no matter what. And if they don’t, they can go suck it.” Minho strokes your hair. 

Chan clears his throat. “I might not have said it in those exact words, but he’s right. And from now on, I’ll make it clear to our managers and staff about our boundaries. Including those that we work with for the first time.”

You hiccup between tears, burying your face further against Minho. “Really?”

Chan hums. “Absolutely. And we have time to change before our next song, so why don’t you go to the stylists again?”

You sniffle and push yourself out of Minho’s grip. Seungmin gives you a reassuring smile as you wander off.

“Excuse me?” you hesitantly say as you approach one of the stylists. “Would it be okay if I got a different skirt? Or maybe some pants?”

He tilts his head, nose wrinkling. “Why? Is there a problem with it?”

“Uh, it’s just that-“ You toy with the material as you try and find the correct words. You don’t want to insult the man. “Dancing in this is very difficult. I don’t feel comfortable in this.”

He smiles mockingly. “Oh, really? Well it’s fine. It’s not even that short.”

“I just danced in it and it didn’t go that well.” You’re aware that you’re running out of time. You need to hurry up. “Can you please just direct me to-“

“Have you considered that maybe it’s just your skill?” he interrupts. He sighs and shakes his head, turning away. “But fine. I could find something else.”

You swallow thickly as you follow him.

Is it actually your own fault? Are you just not a talented enough dancer for these clothes? 

“Is this good enough for you?” The stylist holds up a new set of bottoms, and you wince. It’s even smaller than the one you’re currently wearing.

“Ready yet?” Jisung comes sliding in, eyes widening at the skirt being held up. “Wow, that’s small.”

“Uh, almost,” you weakly tell him.

Jisung’s eyes catch on your face and trembling bottom lip. His arms shoot out to wrap around you, and he pats your back. “It’s okay!”

“Are you wearing this or not?” the stylist snaps. 

“No, she’s not.” Jisung tightens Changbin’s sweater on your waist. “She’s wearing this and we have to go now, since we’re on in less than a minute. But I’ll be telling Bang Chan about you.”

The man pales. Having an idol complain about you was pretty much a death sentence, especially when that idol had as much influence as Stray Kids.

Jisung grabs your hand you the two of you dash out onto stage. You burst out and join the rest of the members, just in time for the music to begin.

This time it goes smoother. The sweater gives enough weight to keep the skirt down, and you’re able to focus on the dance. Your movements are fluid and well-executed, and you know even Hyunjin would be proud.

When you go backstage, you feel mildly more confident. You take a swig of your water bottle as Jisung tells Chan about the stylist.

Jeongin huffs, overhearing the conversation. “What an asshole.”

Seungmin hums his agreement. “A real dick.”

Chan holds up his hands. “Let’s watch the language, everyone. We’re professionals at work.”

Changbin snorts. “Right. If he’s a professional, why did he basically humiliate her?”

Felix hooks an arm over your shoulder. “It’s okay, I bet Minho will screw up soon and everyone will forget about today.”

Minho makes a sound of protest, narrowing his eyes. “Why me?”

Hyunjin wipes the sweat off his forehead. “Relax, it’s just an example.”

Chan calls the stylist over, who appears vaguely nauseated as he steps closer. He bows briefly to Chan before his eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second.

“I heard you had a bit of an issue with one of my members?” Chan blandly asks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. “Were you the one who put her in that skirt? Were you planning for her to humiliate herself and get kicked out of the industry?”

“Yeah!” Jisung cries out. He’s immediately silenced by Minho.

“S-Sorry,” the man mutters. “I just- I’m sorry.”

“No, no, continue.” Chan arches an eyebrow challengingly. “You just what?”

“Bet he just wanted to see her in it,” Seungmin drawls. “Is that it?”

A bead of sweat rolls down the stylist’s forehead. “Well- It wasn’t that short!”

“Would you feel comfortable wearing it?” Felix chimes in. “Because I thought it was pretty short.”

“Guys,” you say. “Let’s just go home. I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Poor thing.” Hyunjin pats your head. “Wanna eat a whole bunch of ice cream with me?”

“Maybe,” you slyly say, walking with him to the van. You ignore the sounds of Chan still scolding the man. 

“If you ever need my sweater again, just ask.” Changbin comes up from behind you to poke at the fabric of the borrowed clothes. 

“Are we just stealing these?” Jeongin questions once everyone is in the van. Everyone is also still in the performance clothing. 

Chan frowns. “Oops.”

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret

[workingpenname]

Kylo admits to himself (though not out loud) that he desires Rey.

from the Legacy of Vader comics

[ghostly-lee]

Sketches of Kylo ✨

[beetlebabber]

more hand kiss bc reasons

щ(ಥДಥщ)

[ciaracat97]

[leftduckdetective]

HIIIII~ SO I DID A THING :3

Here you guys! I finally posted it because I've been procrastinating posting this for a while, but like, I finally decided to- @nebrasska-alasska I LOVE YOU FANFICS SM THEY MAKE ME FEEL THE FEELS! Have an amazing day y'all's!

Start - previous - next part

I personally really like this one. I actually did this a while ago as you can see, so if I continue... You'll see that my style has changed. Anyway, for anyone who sees this, I hope you have a spectacular day.. remember to eat and drink- WATER hahahahaha... Hah...

[shortbcofkoffee]

More Jason making references to books, but it's books I specifically like. Also I haven't read some of these in a minute, so my bad if these are bad.

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Bruce, at the breakfast table: Morning, Jaylad. Have any dreams?

Jason, who finished The Giver again last night: Wouldn't you like to know.

Bruce: ??? Yeah?

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Jason, on a stakeout, hiding behind the clock in a clock tower: I should rob a toy store after this. I wouldn't get caught, though.

Babs, through comms: Red Hood, shut up.

Jason: ....

Jason: Hugo was so dumb for a street kid.

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Jason: I dunno, man. All I'm gonna say is Monkey King fought for your right to have an abortion.

Babs and Dick, who just had a pregnancy scare: ...

Jason: You too, Dick, he fights for m-preg abortions too.

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Jason, at family movie night, watching Hunchback of Notre Dame: Claude Frollo is way cooler in the book.

Tim: Anyone is cooler than this.

Steph: Okay, hear me out. Like, he's awful but...

Tim: You have horrible taste in men.

Steph, looking him up and down: Yeah, I know.

Jason: I hate this movie.

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Roy, climbing into Jason's window for whatever reason:

Jason: Oh no, don't break into my house a la Patch Cipriano, that'd be awful...

Roy: You lose your softcore monster romance privileges. I need your help with something.

Jason: You don't want to put me on the counter and have your way with me :(

Roy:...

Roy: I need your help with something.

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Jason and Damian running into an aggressive dog:

Jason: Jeez, I hope it doesn't have rabies. Don't wanna end up like Teacake.

Damian: Shut up. Shut up, I hope you die again.

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Jason, swatting away a dragonfly: God, I hate these Qu looking motherfuckers.

Duke: At least these ones don't have guns.

Jason, huffing: I wish they did. Then I could use them as target practice and not feel stupid.

[georgelthomas]

Scenes and Sequels???

Scenes and Sequels??? - A more rounded way of writing a scene? #writing #amwriting #writerslife #scenes #writingascene #WritingCommunity

I had always thought that a scene was a scene; that you write what happens, who is involved and how they feel. Pretty standard stuff really. But then I read about sequels, and my mind went boom! For years I had always been one of those people who just liked to write until they had finished, a pantser I suppose and I never really gave much thought to scenes. I just wrote the story. But I decided…

[oneleggedgiraffe]

vending machine isekai girl

[polyhexianbirb]

Mandalorians see a child and be like "is anybody gonna adopt that?" And don't wait for an answer.

[slytheryn-babe]

More Reylo + bb8