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sad bighit has the money and resources n power to change (or attempt to change) fucked up aspects of idol culture like the airport shit..they could easily get them through the airport safer n privately or post a notice or even pull a starship and keep a list of saesangs and exempt them from events like theres so much they COULD do and they just choose not to n ik nothings black n white but shout out to bighit for showing us the tru lack of human empathy in capitalism ✊😔

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Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

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hello! please continue your 'Jacob adopts the Barebones' story (if you want to that is bc I would love to read more!). I have been catching up on your other fbawtft stories and they're all so good! <3

We left off last time with Jacob and Modesty and Ben the billywig, with Jacob telling Modesty what he knows - what he remembers - about magic, and Modesty telling Jacob about the brother that turned into a monster to keep her safe.

And remember, remember that Jacob’s only kept the good memories of magic. That’s all the swooping evil venom will allow him to have. He remembers magic as something golden and warm, mooncalves and nifflers and the adrenalin rush of bringing the erumpet home safe. Jacob remembers magic as a thing that bakes strudels in mid air, keeps a kingdom of light and wonder hidden in a suitcase, a sweet-sticky shot in an underground speakeasy that makes you giggle out loud when you drink it.

He listens as Modesty tells him about the destruction, the damage, the roiling cloud of angry black smoke. As she stumbles her way through suspicions that her brother had done it before, maybe even killed someone before, Jacob keeps his face carefully clear of the conflict in his mind.

The idea that magic, wonderful, perfect magic could be used to do these things? It doesn’t fit. It can’t fit.

Except. Except.

He kisses Modesty on the forehead and wishes her sweet dreams, and Ben the billywig settles on her bedpost to watch over her sleep. He flicks off the light and waits a minute to hear her saying good night to Ben, waits for the sound of her settling in, then takes himself to the kitchen and retrieves the bottle of brandy from its hiding place under the sink.

The brandy is emptier than he remembers. Much emptier. As if all those times, those moments in the murky depths of his life where he’d had to pull the brandy out and drink from it - as if they’d all been wiped clean.

He clutches it like a safety blanket and doesn’t drink a drop.

“Magic is good,” he tries, keeping his voice hushed and whisper-soft. The words sit right with his memories but feel wrong in the cramped kitchen.

“Magic is dangerous,” he tries next, and yes he can see that - nundus, giant occamies larger than they ought to be and easily startled, brothers who bring down houses when someone threatens their little sister. But at the same time, winter coats that dissolve into flapper dresses, pellets that float when he throws them from the bucket, the crooning song of the marmite in Newt’s cradled arms.

“Magic is.” Magic is. If Modesty is right, then her brother - Credence - is a murderer, maybe more than once. Jacob can’t just overlook that. But things aren’t black and white; Newt’s nundu is marked as kill on sight, and the erumpet could easily have shattered Jacob’s skull, padded helmet or no.

When Jacob slides the brandy back into its hiding place, this is what he remembers from long lessons spent learning hebrew words and patient explanations at his babcia’s knee: only God can truly judge a person.

Good, dangerous, evil - whatever magic is, people are still people. Jacob doesn’t judge people. He feeds them, he hugs them if they need hugging, he brings them flower-patterned dresses that his cousins have outgrown and spends forty minutes trying desperately to put Modesty’s hair in the pretty braids she’s decided she likes, but he doesn’t judge them.

So he pushes himself back up, ignoring how stiff he knees have got from how long he’s been crouched with the brandy in his hand. When he’s standing, he darts a gaze out the window to where the shadows gather behind the streetlamps, and he says, “She misses you.” He doesn’t know if anyone’s listening. If they are, the shadows give no sign, and the silence stretches on uncomfortably long. “I won’t mind,” he says finally, “if you want to visit her. She’d like it. I won’t stop you.”

The shadows say nothing back, but that’s fine. Jacob can be patient. He nods, leaves the cupboard under the sink with its hidden brandy, and turns his thoughts instead to Modesty’s other sibling. What did Modesty say her name was? Charity? Chastity? Either way, she was family, she shouldn’t be left behind.

Jacob adopts the Barebones one | two | three | series tag

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jungkook’s on-duty workout regime @kookiebuff

bonus: what jungkook can do, jin cannot

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joon is the only man

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Am I the only one who thinks Samantha Morton (Mary Lou) and Kathrine Waterson (Tina Goldstein) look quite similar? Maybe the casting was done like that on purpose to create more of an obvious contrast between the two? I dunno.

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Head cannons

-Newt is ace. (Pretty popular)

-Credence and Modesty learned to play the piano and learned hymns, and Modesty was learning. There’s a piano in the back of the church, and with their religious leanings, hymns would likely be a staple.

-Queenie would prank Abernathy every time she could get away with it because he was such a pencil pusher and liked picking on Tina. She would bewitch his chair to stick to the back of his pants, make all his quills and pens write in water instead of ink, and would always make sure to smile/wink at him as he was about to sneeze, burp, or yawn, making him feel supremely awkward.

-Jacob gives any veteren a free little treat in his bakery, and asks them how they’re doing. He remembers how rough it was, getting back into a normal life, and wants to help as much as he can.

-Queenie has a small posse of cats that gather at the front door of the apartments every night, and she always makes sure that she brings down a little something for them.

-Tina’s a neat freak, while Queenie’s a bit more relaxed, though not necessarily messy.

-Modesty would sneak into Credences room when she had nightmares, and they would whisper to each other. She would talk about her brothers and sisters, and say that even though he wasn’t her brother by blood, she loved him all the same.

-Chasity could hear them, and almost rattled several times, but knew the punishment Mary Lou would deal was much worse than they deserved, and let it go.

-Tina would always buy a hot dog from the same street vendor, and it was an almost daily habit, even if the Second Salemers weren’t there. She often wouldn’t really eat it, and would toss the bread to the pigeons, and leave the rest for Queenie’s cats.

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Witchboy Credence. Happy Samhain! 

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History has a way of repeating itself…

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desert dusk ⧽ kim taehyung; two

           ⇀ snake charmer! taehyung au

           ⇀ rating; m

           ⇀ intro: it’s like he hypnotised you just by glancing at you; he was a breathtaking kind of boy, with a plethora of piercings and jewels hanging from the most sinful parts of his body & tattoos inked in snake venom to protect him from the reptiles he charmed ( gif not mine )

        ⇀ warnings: violence, possible implied smut, mentions of blood

CHAPTERS: DESERT DUSK ONE TWO

It was a strange sight, really, seeing a packed-up circus walking through the desert in a messy formation. The jugglers and the tamers were chatting amongst them, while the fakirs and trapeze athletes were constantly pulling their shirts up and down, desperate to cool down their burning skin.

The camels were reserved for the heads of the Circus of the Serpents; the supposed magicians who weren’t simply frauds, the witches who were rumoured to brew the lavender concoction nightly, and for Namjoon, the one who had pieced this whole spectacle together.

For the regular traveler, such a sight would almost be considered a Fata Morgana.

You walked alone, nearing the end of the formation. Unlike the others, you pulled your white clothes tighter to your body, resorting from a different approach to seeking coolness by sun shielding.

“Psst — “

A playful summon tickled your ears. You whipped your head to the side, only to be met with a strayed tamer who had purposely detached himself from the group.

Hoseok had carelessly unbuttoned his shirt, not realising that the sun would only do more damage as the rays now had a direct approach to his skin.

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there are people in this world who genuinely think they’re superior intellectually because they aren’t interested in boybands or contemporary literature it’s hilarious

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a few weeks back i looked up the source of “we deserve a soft epilogue, my love” because it’s such a lovely, evocative line and i wanted to know the name of the poet who wrote it and it was. from captain america fanfiction.

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who just sent me money “for being perfect”

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Spots | Hybrid!Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: Jaguar!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Your parents treat hybrids for their animal part, as if they were below your feet just because they have ears and a tail, along with animal instincts. You’re leaving dinner after a heated argument, when you hear whimpering from an alley.

Warning: Mentions of Abuse; Some Gore; Phobic Parents

Word Count: 1,092

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! Oooooh, am I a sucker for Hybrid!AU’s…. Also, so, um… I think I completely took this request the wrong way…. Lol. I’m a sucker for angst, and I just kind of… wrote? Yeah, I think I took it in the complete wrong direction. I’m so sorry… T-T I hope you like it though!! ^_^

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a drabble/one shot thingy for Namjoon where he takes his dog rap Mon out for a walk but he gets loose and goes to the reader who is reading and stays there till namjoon finds his doggo but falls for the reader. Thank you, I hope you have a great day

I’m a little late, sorry! 

Word Count: 838 

Slightly unedited right now, please enjoy :)

Carefully placing RM’s harness over his medium-sized body Namjoon clasped all the holsters and preceded to attach his leash to the dog-boned themed harness. Fighting to get RM out the door was the last thing on the tall male’s mind, but his little bundle of joy had different thoughts. 

To say the least RM was against walks in every definition of the act, his place of comfort was inside the house or roaming around the backyard, sidewalks and parks were a no-no. With RM’s refusal to leave the house Namjoon opted to go easy on his best friend and carry him until they made it to the park. Unlike most people Joon had no shame when it came to having a genuine conversation with his pet companion. 

“Little Mon, are you going to be good today?” The mentioned animal just tipped his head to the left, his owner’s words going through one soft ear and out the other. Slightly calloused hands did a once-over brush of RM’s black fur, getting him ready to mingle with others at their neighborhood park. RM gave out a protest bark as his companion placed him on the grass, taking hold of his leash to guide Rap Mon towards the dog area. 

Namjoon waved to a neighbor across the park, RM continued to his protests, just wanting to stay in one area rather than being maneuvered across the park.  

“Ah Namjoon-hyung you and MonMon are out”, Jimin paused as he looked down toward the more than frustrated to Shiba Inu, “I see he’s having a great time.” Joon followed the blond’s gaze, sighing as he watched RM struggle in his harness. 

“I don’t know why he hates walks so much.” Dealing with Rap Mon was more than difficult, his behavior was beginning to be absurd. “Jimin, can you just take him for a second.” The taller male handed off RM’s leash, giving himself a short break from the persistent tug on the end, reaching down to fiddle with his fraying shoe laces. 

As Namjoon raised his head to get back Rap Mon’s leash he heard a panicked gasp. With new found vigor Joon whipped his head up and fixed his posture looking toward Jimin who had disappeared, running to catch up with RM. “Rap Mon!?” Quickly regaining his wits, long strides followed after Jimin’s form, his brisk pace along with his lengthy limbs made it fairly easy to catch up with his shorter neighbor. 

“What the hell happened?” Far from out of breath Namjoon still had it in him to get a little snappy with Jimin. “What do you mean what happned?! You’re the one who didn’t put his harness on right!” Jimin responded with the same amount of vigor and frustration, he was not getting blamed for his friend’s mistakes. 

Was the clasp I broke really that important? Shit. 

The two running men came to an abrupt stop as they came across quite the sight, RM letting someone hold his leash without freaking out. What universe were they in? Deciding to stop gawking, they came up to the person sitting at the bench with his RapMon. 

“I’m so sorry about my dog Miss…?” Joon began, he felt more than guilty about this interaction, if only he hadn’t been so clumsy with the harness. Sparkling brown eyes glanced toward the book at the side of the woman, she had been minding her own business - Did I just ruin her free time? His lips turned downward at the thought, why did he have to screw something so simple up.

Ignoring the look of absolute disdain, the stranger just shook her head, giving a short laugh at the mild pout contorting the male’s face. “Y/N. Really it’s okay, I guess your dog just wanted to come read with me, huh?” A soft hand ran over the fur of the dark Shiba Inu, earning her a lick.  

Taken back by her sweet gesture, Namjoon was more or less lost to fantasy. She reads and my dog likes her? How can this get any better? Jimin jostled his friend’s shoulder bringing him back to the present. “A-ah, thank you so much.” Nervously rolling his bottom lip before his teeth after his response, he contemplated his next words carefully. “Is there anyway I can pay you back, like coffee or something?”  Out of habit he ran his hands over the shorts strands of hair at the back of his neck. 

“I’d love that Mr…?” Smiling at him made his knees weak, forgetting his name was usually the last of his concerns, but right now it was at the forefront. “His name’s Namjoon.” Jimin butted in to save his neighbor’s skin from the embarrassment. 

Y/N couldn’t help but continue to smile, this boy was adorable. “My address is 182 Broad Street, apartment 7A. Does 8am tomorrow work?” She looked toward the boy who answered last time, Namjoon still looked a little out of it. 

“Yeah he’ll be there.” Jimin nodded in confirmation, flicking the side of Joon’s head. 

Great.   

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To “y/n”

Can we just take a couple seconds to appreciate “y/n” like… They been through a much. Such as:

Traveling to different fandoms

Having the most smuttiest encounters ever

Going through the worst relationships or breakups

Having hella kids from sooo many fics

Getting married and dating idk how many main characters

Possibly dying in a fic

Fighting off antagonists

Saying the most savage ass lines (depending on how sassy the author is)

Dealing with bullies or anyone rude for that matter

Just being who we want them to be.

That reader insert has been with us through thick and thin man. Can’t it have like a birthday or something?

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hoseok is so nice. he literally loves all his fans he even named himself ‘j-hope’ because he wants to bring hOPE to fans and he dances n all that shit with so much passion he laughs all the time he loves his members he thanks us all the time he tells us he loves us he gives 110% in dance n rap. he smiles so bright even tho we know hes not always happy but hEY he needs to be happy for us he wants to bring smiles to our faces he loves us so much. pls love jung hoseok.