#like it's horribly cliche but by gosh does it work--

[lcveblind]

OOC. I! Am still thinking about this, yes. And the little idea I have is now rattling in my brain like a moth in an old, musty jacket because what if this ties into how she gets revived as a reploid of sorts? 

Like, Edeline is an only child. If she and her parents die, the crown can go to any other living person who is of royal blood—-more specifically the eldest child of her parents’ siblings. I know it’s hard to see how this can relate to her revival, but.

Hear me out:

What if one of her relatives wanted the throne for themselves?

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act with their doctor* s/o

*encompasses doctors, medical students and anything related to medicine or science bc as a literature/ law girly it's hard for me to be specific on this 😭

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seungcheol, hoshi, seungkwan, chan

soooooo so unfathomably proud. brings it up whenever he can bc he knows that it's a big achievement and takes so, so much effort on your part and he wants people to acknowledge just how smart and hard working you are. offers to be your ‘rubber duck’ that you bounce medical terms off of while you're rambling or revising, and gosh everything sounds so so complicated and he wants to just hug you and praise you and tell you how incredible you are for knowing all of these horribly complex-sounding things. wants to know everything, from the stuff that you're studying to that doctor's oath you have to take and can you actually instantly diagnose someone just from looking at them like those doctors do in medical dramas?

jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, woozi, minghao

concerned about you overworking yourself, mainly. it's a difficult path to go down, and he knows that it's going to require long hours and sleepless nights but he makes a point to stress how you and your mental health comes before anything else, okay? he knows that your degree and your accomplishments are important, but what's the point in an accomplishment if you're too burnt out to relish it? lets you talk to him about a particularly bad day, where you were swamped in assignments or tests or the hospital was horribly busy and you didn't even get to sit down once. kisses your forehead gently and whispers softly until you finally fall asleep, exhausted but relaxed by his unfaltering presence

junhui, mingyu, dokyeom, vernon

you know that cliche thing in medical kdramas where the bf brings food for their doctor s/o who's working overtime? is that actually allowed??? well, whether it's allowed or not, he does it, and it makes you want to cry out of happiness every time. he's just a sweet, slightly clueless bf okay. understands nothing about what you do but is supporting you no matter what, because damn getting into medicine is hard and yet you're doing it so well. was binge watching greys anatomy this one time (the suspense of it was good okay) and you plopped down onto the sofa next to him and gave him a running commentary on all the inaccuracies, so now whenever anyone brings up that show, he goes off on a tangent about how horribly fake the entire set-up of it is

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[sunflqwerfields]

hey rae :')) could you maybe write some hcs for what the avengers (any of your choice ofc) would be as a bestfriend or s/o? idrm either !! thanks and have a great day <3

hiya! thanks for being my first request. you get bragging rights hehe :D ill do hcs for a few!

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 • he tries to understand things from this day and age: it'd actually be really funny, almost like a grandpa. sometimes you could hear him aggressively tapping at his phone or calling peter over just so peter could show him how to move apps. bucky wouldn't always like asking for help so he'd tried to subtly ask but you would easily see through that. • his relationship habits would be very old fashion: he would randomly bring you flowers, especially if you were having a bad day. bucky would ask you about your favorite flowers and take notes of those. in addition, he would do small little things to "spice things up". from holding the door for you or writing small love notes he would leave around the house. • nicknames! there would be nicknames galore. from sweetheart to doll there would be so many, and he wouldn't be afraid to use them. you would find them really cute and actually laugh at the really creative ones like "honeybee" or "sugarplum". • no matter what he would always help you through things: his anxiety attacks are bad as well so if you had one he would be there. he knows how to comfort you and would try his very best, mostly by trying to make you smile or laugh. it's actually kind of cute how much he tries, almost like trying to comfort a small puppy.

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 • awkward as hell: he would be so awkward, even if you had been dating for a while. pda is the scariest thing for him, but not for himself, but for you. peter would make sure that you were okay with even the slightest pda. it's almost as if he was taking care of a small puppy. he would be so awkward and scared. • cheesy perfection: from a pillow fort for watching a movie to a random box of chocolate on a tuesday, peter would always do the corniest things. especially small gifts! if you ever spotted something small or random, he would remember it and find a way to give it to you. • web sling dates: if you ever wanted to see the city in the middle of the night, he would be up on the roof in an instant. peter would even practice with a pillow or something just to make sure you would feel comfortable going with him. • prom (assuming you're in highschool): oh my gosh would prom be a ride. he would get you a corsage and make sure to get himself a matching boutonniere. speaking of matching, he would be sure to make your dress color perfectly! peter would make reservations at a nice restaurant and organize a car to take you to the dance. while at the dance, he would be sure to bust out his best moves.

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 • loyalty is a given: of course steve is a loyal friend! that man said his friend from a pow camp! if someone was smack talking you, steve would be there to defend you immediately • your main wingman: he would be the biggest wingman you could think of. if you ever expressed interest in anyone, he would immediately go talk to them to help you out. this would also include saving you from horrible first dates or pretending to be your brother in a bar to take you home. • dad energy: oh my lord does this man radiate dad energy. we all have that mom friend well let me introduce to you, the dad friend. if you were ever on a road trip, there would be scheduled bathroom breaks for sure.  • old fashioned: just like bucky he’d be super old fashioned. you would see him always having proper manners, even for those he didn’t know. like opening the door for someone, helping a lady across the street (cliche i know). please and thank you for everything. OKAY! MY FIRST HEADCANNONS POST! I’m sorry if it was terrible but i hope you enjoyed it either way! i’ll be working on some more things soon and can’t wait for y’all to see!

[neokonewman]

Honestly? I think what tangled failed to do was make sure characters had good chemistry as friends. Seriously Cass and Rapunzel where like crude oil and the ocean. One single match from destruction. Season one is bottom barrel because it goes out of it's way to excuse Frederick for his shit. Season two was actually really good because Rapunzel was still herself and was making tough choices left and right. Season 3? Ohhhh boy. Season 3 was a half good half bad because while I do applaud her trying to bring her friend back into the fold? Cassandra wasn't wrong when she said "this has to stop now. This thing where you THINK you've been my friend". Cuz as far as I could tell? They were never friends. Hell even when being a slow burn villain, Varian had better friend chemistry with Rapunzel. When the show expects me to swallow "Cass and I are besties.and sisters!" whole sale? I'm not buying it.

Oooooh boy! This ask is just dripping with potential rant power. Sorry in advance for how long this answer is destinied to be!

First things first. I absolutely agree with you on how badly TTS handles chemistry amongst the main characters. Cass gets the worst of it because she is shoehorned as Rapunzel’s BFF off screen and suddenly she has equal sway on Rapunzel as Eugene? Her character can’t even be allowed to breathe most of the time because the show is obsessed with sticking her next to Rapunzel to the point that she can’t grow any further away from her. At least other show original characters like Lance and Varian have an actual introduction and a place in the world outside of Rapunzel, but even then they suffer because Rapunzel is upfront and center and there is very little wiggle room for interactions that don’t have at least have some involvement with her. It’s here where our opinions differ however.

I would make the bold claim by sayin that S1 of TTS is by far and away the best out of the three. Yes it has the glaring flaw of bias for Frederic and against Varian that makes me question whether or not it should be considered “good” but it’s much better balanced than the other two seasons that follow it. In S1 we actually get character who aren’t Rapunzel more chances to shine without her stealing the spotlight away at the last moment. In S1 we actually have an actual conflict that drives the story forward and at least pretends to care about developing the characters. Even the obnoxious bias could have still worked out in the shows favor if they were ever properly addressed in story and not swept under the rug like they were in later seasons. Heck, I would go as far as to argue that the worst parts of S1 is the fact that S2 and S3 make it worse retroactively.

S2 in my opinion is the dullest of the three, by a wide margin. With them never addressing what the mains left behind in S1 as well as taking the threat of the rocks away WAY too early, the conflict is particularly nonexistent. Not only that, but it does what I think is the worst thing a show can do during a season long journey. They never actually develop the world outside of Corona. They established that there are 6 other kingdoms in the alliance with Corona, but the most we get of any of them is the one throwaway line about them being close to the mountains of Koto in Freebird. Other than that we overstay in three separate places that end up being worthless to the plot as a whole. After spending three episodes in Vardaros right out the bat, we never return or what’s become of them afterwards. Them mains stranded on the Island is pretty dull and is only memorable to me because they had the guts of mentioning Varian again and established that Rapunzel STILL has an unhealthily delusional bias for Frederic despite of everything. The House of Yesterday’s tomorrow is just an excuse of shoehorning a bunch of magical hijink cliches that aren’t done very interesting. Heck, despite them spending a whole season getting to the Dark Kingdom, they only spend an episode and a half there and only a single night in universe. The rest of S2 is just filler that don’t even develop the characters or tell any interesting stories. Like, an enchanted forest episode even though the mid season finale takes place in another enchanted forest? A repeat of the first part of Tangled the movie with Cass replacing Eugene? Whatever the heck “Curses” was supposed to accomplish? The only thing interesting that S2 introduces is the Brotherhood, and we all know how little they are used afterwards.

I would also like to point out that at the start of S2, the mains just…. Stop developing almost entirely? Cass and Eugene never have any meaningful moments together like they do in S1, and are reduced to just taking potshots at each other to remind us that they have some sort of relationship. Lance is reduced strictly to comedic relief and in my opinion is just there to give Eugene something to do when he is removed from the plot because once again, the show is obsessed with making Rapunzel and Cass’ friendship be a thing that only matters. Hookfoot is just there to give his stand up routine about how marriage is terrible in the first episode of the season and just to exist afterwards, yet he SOMEHOW gets actual episodes focused on him while Lance suffers. Even characters properly introduced this season are cursed to never flesh out because Adira keeps pulling a vanishing act for no established reason, Hector is only gets any lines in his debut episode and never given any real focus again, and Edmund gets the same treatment as the other dads (except maybe Captain) by getting his entire character reduced to one trope later on in S3. Speaking of…

S3…. Ooooh boy S3. It’s not as boring as S2 for me, but that’s only because it’s a media equivalent of a train wreck that I couldn’t look away from. It’s like they took the two major issues of the past two seasons (the clear bias and shallow filler) and mashed them together while trying to savage it by inserting what worked in S1, (actual conflict) but completely missed the point why it worked in the first place. All pretense of caring about any other character other than Rapunzel and Cass is gone in this season. Even episodes that focus on anyone outside of Rapunzel, ends up ending with Rapunzel saving the day because she is the only one allowed to be heroic anymore.

They try to make Cass’ villain arc as complex as Varian’s but for some reason they think her blaming a literal baby for being kidnapped is enough grounds to go on a murder streak without one episode of hesitation. Lance is just there for bottom barrel dumb humor, yet the show thinks he is responsible enough to raise two kids on his own. Varian falls into the pigeon hole of just being the “kid character that hangs with the grown up mains” trope that he managed to avoid in S1 while also being just a plot device to not only give the mains access to tech, but also get shoehorned into scenes to keep the audience somewhat invested. Eugene is literal retconned in universe to be just a bland supportive boyfriend. Rapunzel, my gosh Rapunzel…. She treated is so painfully “perfect” to the point that she is completely unrelated. I’m not calling her a Mary Sue because they only ACT like she is perfect. She is still a hugely flawed human being, but the other characters just applaud her because she is “the magical, wonderous sundrop” and very little else. Also yes, Rapunzel being obsessed over Cass while playing off all the horrible actions her BFF as her being lost is the most frustrating thing ever. It’s as if she became Frederic from S1 and abandoned everyone else well being in favor of one person who doesn’t even want her attention, only worse because it’s made into a good thing. Again, S1 is made retroactively worse because of the seasons that follow it.

There is much more things wrong with S3 than S2, but honestly I find myself changing my mind a lot whether which one is objectively worse. Like making a show boring is arguably the worst thing you can do, but the choices, morals, and all around writing of S3 is just bad. Then again the writing in S2 is honestly pretty on par with S3 at times, so again, it’s a toss up.

Sorry again if this answer is a lot, but it was pretty fun at the same time. Thanks for the ask. ^^

[cbseung]

cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin au - part 9

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[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]

well howdy there pals hope your week has been good to you~! two parts left!!! also a short part this time so the parts line up with each other!!

pairings: hwang hyunjin x reader

wc: 1,100

description: alright here’s the plan: confess to the boy you like but know it won’t work out but pretend to be a couple anyway.. what could go wrong? 

“hwang hyunjin... i like you too”

AH THERE 

YOU SAID IT 

HOW DOES IT FEEL

“.... ᵒʰ ˢᵉʳᶦᵒᵘˢˡʸ I MEAN- i know, who wouldn’t like me” he said smirking

...

.....

did he JUST

“ah no no i’m kidding ... i’m really glad” hyunjin responds back

“so..”

“soo??”

“what now?”

“what do you mean”

“hyunijn,, i have to go home, you have to go home, do we really wanna do long distance?”

“i- i guess you’re right.. so what? we just pretend this never happen??”

“is that what you want?”

“i mean.. i kinda wanna take you on dates and hold your hand and tell you you’re pretty all the time and kiss your cute forehead and-”

“okay! okay.” you say as you freak out and put your hand over hyunjin’s mouth.

LIKE YOU’RE .5 SECONDS FROM BLUSHING LIKE A CHERRY TOMATO

 “why don’t we.. go and dates and do all the fun coupley stuff but not.. actually call us a couple???” you suggest

.. really

(i feel like you read enough fanfics to know that this idea is a horrible idea)

“y/n, i’d do whatever if it makes you happy”

aH

MY HEART

okay this is okay

doing fun couple stuff without the commitment? what could go wrong?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

“rise and shine beautiful!!”

WHAT on EARTH

“hyunjin??” you mumble

“of course! unless someone else calls you beautiful.. and if that’s the case i’ll fight them”

“omg shh let me sleep”

“no can do!! we’re in charge of last minute preparations for the ball!!”

yoU GROAN

BECAUSE

YOU JUST WANNA SLEEP in

but you’ll reluctantly get up

for hyunjin of course

“ah even with a bedhead you’re still looking as stunning as always”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

when hyunjin said last minute ball preparations he meant

oh let’s just 

stroll around london pretending to check on the cake and the decorations while we stop for bubble tea and talk about our lives

“no way! you’re an anime nerd!”

“you’re saying that like it’s a bad thing”

“i am NOT!”

“well whatever midoriya izuku has my heart and a half”

you guys sit down for a mid-afternoon picnic when you hear a

“wow mister you’re so tall!! can you help us get the soccer down from the tree??? jeongin kicked it up a tree >:(” a small boy says to hyunjin pouting

“seungmin hyuuunngg i didn’t mean toooo D:” a boy responds back

hyunjin ruffles ‘seungmin’s’ hair and says, “of course buddy”

and you watch as hyunjin gets the ball out of tree

and the boys are awe because ‘woW big tall guy helped get the soccer ball out of the tree!!”

and so they ask if he can play with them for a while

and duh hyunjin says yes because who can say no to those two adorable boys

and so you watch as hyunjin plays soccer with the boys and think about how much fun he’s having and how much the kids love him and how cute he looks with the sun is hitting his face just right and-

“hey y/n you okay?”

“huh?”

hyunjin runs over and puts a hand on your forehead

“you look pretty dazed.. are you okay? and you’re kinda burning up?”

oh that’s probs because you made me blush but haha we’re ignoring that

“uH NO I’M fine i’m okay!!!!”

“you sure?”

“yes yup totally bro”

“uhh okay... one more goal and i’ll promise we’ll leave!” hyunjin says as he leans over and kisses your forehead

cue the blush x2

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

you guys spend the rest of the day together

and like

you thought it went pretty well!!!

“hey hyunjin..” you start to say as you guys are walking back to the palace with your hands intertwined

“hm?”

“i.. had fun today”

“aw you did? i’m glad”

“can we.. do this again? before i leave?”

“ugh don’t remind me.. when do you leave again?”

“ two weeks or so,, but the ball is coming up and i know we’re gonna be busy because we didn’t actually do any work today”

hyunjin laughs and you can’t help but to think that it’s probably your favorite sound?

“it’s a date babe”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

unfortunately 

that ‘date’ never comes

you haven’t seen hyunjin in like four days?

and the ball is this weekend?

you try to replay your last conversation in your head

he DID say he was gonna take you out on another date right?

and it’s not like you sat on your butt waiting for him

like you asked everyone if they knew where he was

because gosh darn if he didn’t ask you then you would ask him

but no one seemed to know where he was

yeji didn’t know where he was

“hey yeji,, have you seen hyunjin lately?”

“actually no.. i haven’t,, don’t be too worried though i’m sure he’s doing last minute stuff for the ball..”

and felix was no help either

“hey lix,,, have you seen your brother?”

“now that you mention it.. i haven’t seen him in a while.. i’ll let you know when i do, y/n” 

you start thinking things like

what if he’s dead in a ditch and no one knows??

what if he just left england without saying anything to you?? you didn’t have each other’s numbers?? why would you when you were staying TWO doors down from him??

what if he was abducted by aliens and now they’re trying to do weird experiments on his brain?????

but like

you can’t help but to think of him

and your feelings

because what DO you feel for him??

you like him. that’s for sure

is it something more than a simple crush though?

is it 

love?

there’s like

no way

it’s been like 

a day

(technically it’s been a month and a half since you’ve known him)

but still

too soon for love

luckily

three days later,, felix runs up to you and says

“Y/N i just saw hyunjin head outside to the garden”

you actually can’t believe it

so he didn’t leave you without a word

he didn’t die in a ditch

he wasn’t being probed my aliens!!!!

you run and run until you reach the garden

super excited to see the boy who has been running through your mind the past WEEK

and you open the doors with the biggest smile in your face 

and wow! a sight that wipes that grin right off your face

you see hyunjin

linked arm in arm with a girl

a very very pretty girl may you add

“y/n?” you hear him say

“hyunjin?”

you and hyunjin look at each other with shocked faces

but hyunjin is the first one to break eye contact

before looking back at you with a look you can’t decipher

“y/n, meet mirai, my fiancée”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

a/n: pals i don’t know if you saw that coming but like let me know if you did because while i love the cliches,, you know how it goes

n e ways, next part is the ball scene we’ve been waiting for!! 

thanks for reading pals it means a lot!!!!

[fillybuildsahouse]

I am VERY curious about why you think the writing of outlast is subpar (and quite frankly? You’re not alone in thinking it was :/)

THANK YOU I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK-

Okay so I feel like I should preface this by saying: I like Outlast gameplay-wise. I could probably nitpick a few things here and there, but we’re here to nitpick poor story structure not gameplay >:3c 

The most obvious (and frankly the worst most terrible) reason that I despise the story is because the ending (where your character Miles gets possessed/becomes a new demon host or whatever and immediately gets shot) is a HUGE bummer and really makes everything you go through to beat the game feel completely worthless and like you’ve just wasted a whole lot of your time. Putting that aside though, (for now) I’m gonna start with what I felt was the turning point in the writing, which was the single objective: Find Father Martin (or smth like that I don’t remember the wording shh).

By this point there is literally no reason why Miles should trust Martin. Before this point in the game, he see’s you almost unconscious and certainly hurt and just calls you a prophet and leaves you, shoots you up with a syringe of something that makes you pass out, sends crazy goons to ‘look after you’ (goons which defy that order and just end up trying to kill you while naked which is completely unnecessary by the way there is literally no nudity in this game that means anything or has any purpose). Not to mention that every note you find relating to him clearly depicts him as unstable and the leader of a cult. He mentions once or twice that he’s glad your safe and that he doesn’t want you to die but would that be enough for you to disregard all that, and try and find him once you get outside instead of taking your chances with barbed wire?? (Not to mention - and this is a nitpick I know -you find a shed outside with no bolt cutters but certainly tools that looks sharp enough to cut a hole in the fence so???). 

Aside from all that, following Martin eventually leads you to his mock crucifixion thing. This is the point where I realized that the cult storyline doesn’t really have a purpose except to have a reason as to why goons are after you, and I guess to through some admittedly cliche’ ‘spooky religious’ imagery at you (My favorite thing is that this troupe always boils down to ‘What if... Christianity was SCARY and A CULT’). 

What bothers me especially about this ‘following the crazy cult leader for no reason’ bit is that most of my problems with it could be solved with a single note, weather from Miles or a file in the asylum. Just anything that suggests that Martin either knows the only way out, or is the only thing stopping you from leaving, meaning it would be best to go with his plans until you can safely leave. 

It is at this point that I would like to mention that the doctors portion of the game, wherein you get captured and tortured and loose two of your precious fingers, is my favorite part in terms of story because it’s so tight and it makes more sense to me than most of the story and conflicting character motivation in this game. This doctor guy is crazy and he likes to torture people. He doesn’t know you, but he doesn’t really need to know you, and the fact that he speaks like a sane person makes it all the more infuriating that he’s going to do this to you just on a whim. 

When you’re being rolled around strapped to a wheelchair, there’s a bit where you see the open exit. The glowing red exit sign and the dark abyss of the storm outside is so close yet so far that it hurts, and this is made even better by the doctors dialogue, which taunts you with an offer of waiting while you frolic in the crisp outside air for a while. Then he cruelly wheels you (backwards so you can see your exit slipping further and further away as you go) into the elevator to torture you. This part is great! This part of the story is tight and self contained and it doesn’t interfere too much with the rest of the plot once the doctor dies. Also, giving the player a glimpse the exit (not just a way out but an open, earned, and easy-looking way out) and putting it  just out of reach like this is not only a cleverly cruel bit of writing, but it motivates the player moving forward by dangling a silvery thread of hope in front of their face for a brief moment before yanking it away. 

Credit where credit is due, you should never get to the point in a survival-based horror game where you’re saying ‘by this point I would just lay there and die honestly’ and this part prevents that from happening, if only to get you to a bad ending. 

There are other details that I’m not remembering I’m sure, but MOVING ONTO THE ENDING WHICH IS TERRIBLE. I just wish once that the ‘experiment gone horribly wrong in a horror game’ thing didn’t lead to the realization ghosts or whatever are real. I wish the walrider really was just a myth that crazy people saw in their dreams due to the experimentation. Because now not only does it take away a touch of originality (I wanted them so badly to go with the ‘it’s Billy’s suspended consciousness and because he’s now criminally insane it’s killing people and going nuts and making crazy people even crazier) but it validates every crazy rambling lunatic you come across who insists that the walrider is real. I don’t want those guys to be validated even a little bit! I want them to be wrong and crazy! 

As for Miles dying. Obviously it’s disappointing, and a huge bummer, and makes the whole game feel like a serious waste of time rather than a journey or a horrifying but otherwise fun experience, but they really kick you while your down with the realization that killing you doesn’t kill the walrider. The thing that you worked through the whole game to defeat, that posses you and drives people crazy, doesn’t get defeated by the end. Usually in a horror story this would be fine- if it had been written differently, I might even be fine with our character dying as well! But I can’t even comfort myself over the death of all my wasted effort because his death meant nothing in the grand scheme of things! The walrider is still out there being the source of cults and making people violent and crazy!  

Not to mention that while I was playing me and my brother gave Miles a wife character named Nancy because it was comforting at the time, and nOW HE’LL NEVER GET HOME TO SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL AND LOVING WIFE CAUSE HE DIED FOR A BADLY WRITTEN PLOT

GOSH this got long, but those are my thoughts! Fueled by my annoyance of sub par writing and the fact that I only got four hours of sleep last night! Enjoy and lemme know what y’all think or if you found other issues/gems in the writing that I didn’t catch!

[gal-liveblogs]

RWBY Chapter 8: Players and Pieces

Hm, that title makes me think those chess pieces are about to become very important.

O.K., what on earth are you doing, Ruby? Are you... Are you riding a giant bird? Is that why you were falling from the sky at the end of the last episode? WHY are you on a giant bird? HOW did you get on a giant bird?

Ruby: Well, why don’t we just jump? Weiss: What are you, insane?

Aaaaaand Ruby’s gone. God damn it, Ruby.

That’s some stellar timing. Congrats, Ruby, you saved Jaune from hurtling even further into the forest. Hopefully he doesn’t crush you when you both land.

Oh great, before Yang and Blake can deal with the Ruby and Jaune situation a Grimm appears from the forest. I sure hope that scorpion Grimm doesn’t join the fray as well.

Nora: Yeeeeeehaaaw!

Oh. Thanks, Nora! That was easy!

Nora: Aw, it’s broken.

She has no respect for danger and I love her.

Nora: I’m queen of the castle~ I’m queen of the castle~

You are fighting hard for my favorite character.

Here comes the scorpion now! It’s fine, the other Grimm is dead and we have a bunch of warriors gathered. I’m sure they’ll be fine. What’s Weiss up to?

Pyrrha: Jaune! Jaune: Pyrrha! Ruby: Woah! Jaune: Ruby! Yang: Ruby?! Ruby: Yang! Nora: NORA!

I sure love the Name Game. Glad to see Nora knows how to play the winning hand.

Yang is shaking in frustration and I can’t tell if Nora is just happily swaying or having fun imitating her, but it’s just the cutest thing.

Oh, there’s Weiss! Boy, that bird is quite a bit bigger than I expected it to be. Gosh... How did you girls manage to hitch a ride on that?

Nora, stop being so adorable this instant.

Ren: She’s falling.

Oh no. Jaune, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. This is not the perfect opportunity to play hero and save the falling damsel. You are the butt monkey, your role to continually fail for comedy. This won’t end well for you.

I know it’s tempting, Jaune, but don’t even try. Really there’s only two ways this is going to go. You’re going to try and somehow make things worse, or one of the other’s is going to rescue Weiss before you can do anything.

Either things are about to go horribly wrong, or Weiss is gonna smack him and call him a pervert.

Music: *is angelic* Jaune: Just dropping in?

Or this will turn out to just be a fantasy Jaune has concocted after hitting his head trying to jump out of the tree.

O.K., not a fantasy. Cartoons physics was employed so that they could float in the air for a moment before gravity picked back up. Now the question is if the punchline is them still crashing to the ground or will it be that one of the others will still end up rescuing them?

Crashing it is! At least Weiss seems fine, since Jaune acted as a crash pad. So I guess... Congrats, Jaune? You managed to save the girl?

Weiss: My hero.

She just sounds so disinterested. That’s gotta hurt him more than his crushed spine.

Oof. That was a crunch. Poor Pyrrha, I thought you’d be able to put up a bit more fight against the scorpion.

Yang: Great, the gang’s all here! Now we can die together!

Glad to see you being positive, Yang.

And of course Ruby jumps into the fray only to get immediately bitch slapped.

Holy shit! That thing has projectile feathers! I’m more scared of it than the scorpion now!

Be thankful it only skewered your cape and not your body! Still, this is legitimately terrifying!

Ruby, no, don’t try to rip your cape free just take your cape off! Trust me, it’s much faster!

O.K., yeah, wow, thanks for the ice wall and all, Weiss, but could we maybe have the getting along speech after we defeat the Grimms?

Ruby: *sighs and whispers* Normal knees...

What are you going on about, Ruby? I know you just wanted to be a normal girl with normal knees, but what does this mean? Are you reminding yourself to just act normally, or are you thankful that Weiss just said “you’re fine” and thus she sees you as normal?

Really though, these friendship building moments can wait until AFTER THE GRIMMS ARE DEAD, YES?

I’m sorry, but I have to point out Yang’s little run here wasn’t the best. She just kind of, slid across the ground. Not great animation. Very slippery.

Alright, so now everyone has a chess piece. Were those missing chess pieces already missing to begin with, or did those two dudes we saw at the start take them? You know, they two people who had character models but no lines?

So the gang tries to run, but it seems the bird has them trapped. Oh, and then the scorpion comes back too. So how’s that “just run and don’t fight them” plan going?

I love Nora’s gun. She has a grenade launcher. I wonder what it transforms into?

You know, for an exercise all about teaming up with one other person they all seem to be working with, well, everyone. I mean, it’s good to have teamwork with everyone at your disposal, but I would think you’d want to stick with your “assigned” partner and learn how to most effectively work with them.

Calling it now, that bridge is either going to collapse and make the scorpion tumble into the ravine below OR it’s going to collapse and trap out heroes in the ruin. Possibly both. Either way the bridge isn’t going to survive this fight.

Well, I was right about the bridge being destroyed, at least, but it looks like everyone is gonna hitch a ride on the bird on outta here. How did Ruby and Weiss do this the first time??

Oh, never mind, they do get trapped in the ruin after all. Looks like only Pyrrha, Ren, and possibly Blake hitched a ride.

GOD DAMN IT! NO ONE GOT CARRIED AWAY? Bullshit! You could clearly see they were all too far away from the edges with the bird came through!

Oh neat! A hammer! Let me guess, it’s gonna have some sonic blast or something that will propel her across the gap when she swings it down?

Ah, no magic nonsense, just basic physics! Yay for levers! Bye, Jaune! Now what will you do, dear Nora? Also what about the others?

Oh that is awesome! A grenade propelled scooter, basically! Who knew hammers could be so versatile?

Aw, and you were doing so well too, Nora! Now who’s going to save Blake from plummeting to her death?

Blake’s gonna save herself thanks to grappling guns!

I like that during the classic “run up all the falling rocks” moment we get to see that each of the four main girls does it slightly differently. Blake immediately gets off the unstable rocks and goes to another classic, “run up the walls”. Weiss uses her glyphs to give herself more stable footing when there are no rocks. Yang uses her rocket gauntlets to propel herself, and Ruby just stays with the classic approach.

So while Ruby has a plan to fight the bird, Jaune seems to be giving orders to the other team fighting the scorpion. Not so much orders as barking out their names and they knowing what to do already. I could be mean and say Jaune isn’t really needed here, but I’ll give him the credit has leader of this team of four. Clearly Ruby will be leader of the other team so he’s being built up as the leader of the secondary characters.

Nora is just the cutest gosh darn thing! Sorry, Jaune, but Nora has been too precious this episode. She has booted you out of the top spot on my characters list.

Poor Ren, someone get this boy some snacks. Nora, give him pats and snacks!

Wow, this is quite the plan, Ruby, How did you manage to tell the others what to do while all of you were fighting?

Ruby: Think you can make the shot? Weiss: Can I? Ruby: ... Can y- Weiss OF COURSE I CAN!

I’m a sucker for confident “can I?” “that’s what I just asked you” interactions.

Holy shit, Ruby is strong! I know Weiss puts some glyphs down, which are probably helping her with the speed and keeping momentum, but Ruby is still dragging that giant bird by her scythe!

Nice decapitation!

Jaune: Wow.

Yeah, I mean, not to downplay your guys’ scorpion, but that was really cool.

I guess we’re all back at Beacon now. Sounds like whatever piece you took assigns you to a larger team. So I guess only one piece was taken per team of two? Then, since it’s chess, there were two of each piece (excluding the pawns) so then the two teams that had the same pieces would get combined here. Still doesn’t sound like a great way to form actually good teams for four years, but whatever. How lucky that the teams that worked together fighting each Grimm ended up being the actual teams. Now they have a basic understanding of each member’s abilities!

Wait, did I just hear Yang Xiao Long? Not Yang Rose? Do you two have different fathers? You usually take your dad’s last name after all. We saw a Summer Rose gravestone. Hm. Well if they’re half sisters it would explain why they look so different.

Ozpin: From this day forward you will work together as Team RWBY, lead by Ruby Rose.

Wow, who could have guessed the team named after her would be lead by Ruby. Honestly, it would have been a jerk move to name the team “ruby” and then have someone else lead the team.

OH COME ON! NOW THE SHATTERED MOON ISN’T EVEN ROUND ANYMORE! It’s a shatter egg! I’m telling you, it’s fluctuating size and shape, that’s the cause of it breaking! The moon saga never ends!

Oh? And what is our dapper villain up to in this lonely warehouse?

Hm, I see you have various districts marked out on your maps. Also COPS! and Beacon. What dastardly plans are you concocting?

Man, you’re eyelash game is strong. Are you wearing eyeliner too?

Monopoly money!

Oh, credit cards, not Monopoly money.

A better look at the map. He’s not only marked out COPS!, but also DUMB COPS. I wonder if Forever Fall is a town or a landmark. Beacon seems like a pretty big place.

Torchwick: We’re gonna need more men.

BOO. Cliched line is cliched!

We never did find out how Ruby and Weiss got on that bird...

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Gold Dust Woman part 1

pjo x mcu fusion: annabeth is iron man

crossposted on a03

It’s been twenty eight day since she was kidnapped. Annabeth would know this even if she wasn’t scratching a line into the wooden boards she called a bed every day. In situations like this, it was important to keep track of time. It keeps her from becoming disoriented, it keeps things in perspective.

Like how tomorrow the car battery that she has hooked up to her heart, that’s powering her heart, will give out, spent, and she’ll die.

Unless her miniature arc reactor works.

It has to.

Annabeth has spent countless nights awake, pouring over the math and plans. she flips through the pages and pages of sketches. Carefully combs through the numbers for any mistake, any miscalculation, until her eyes swim. In some ways its not all that different from home, where she’d spent days shut up in her lab, dreaming up new technology only to turn around and sell it to the military.

The arc reactor had been written off as a publicity stunt. An inefficient source of clean energy. A pipe dream no one had bothered chasing. Not even her when the math hadn’t worked on to make it feasible, she’d just shrugged, downed her scotch, and moved on to the next big contract.

She’d been so caught up in research and development, in making weapons, that she had lost track of things. Or maybe she didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to think about the people she’d killed. The blood on her hands.

If she’d bothered to keep track, maybe no one in her company would’ve sold things to the enemy.

If If If. She was going to drive herself crazy thinking about all the things she shouldn’ve done.

Annabeth didn’t have time for that.

Not here. She won’t die here in this godforsaken cave, not before she can put things right. Not before she can start to make amends.

She refuses to let death be her legacy.

“I’m here if you need steadier hands,” Armeen Hephaestus utters over to her from his own spot, carefully stripping down the weapons and tools they’ve been given according to her own schematics.

Every moment they waste not working on her plan is another second in which the 10 Rings might turn around and decide to kill them.

“It’s alright,” she answers, not bothering to look up. Annabeth hates relying on others, hates that she won’t be able to insert the arc reactor herself, might die unable to do anything to save herself if it fails. “Just stick to the plan.”

The words tumble out harshly in the soft light of the cave, lightbulbs flickering. The  electric grid thats been rigged up is horribly inefficient, but Annabeth isn’t about to tell her captors that.

Her hands don’t shake as she places the last pieces in and waits for the flicker. For the arc reactor to power on if she’s rights about the math and she always is, this should generate more power than it consumes. It won’t be perfect.

But it’ll keep her alive and that’s good enough for now.

Annabeth sighs in relief as it flickers softly, before a steady white light comes on light. She can’t wait to see the look on Arachne’s face when Annabeth shows her what she did with their publicity stunt.

If she makes it out alive.

No. She puts the arc reactor down, turning to call over Hephaestus, she can’t think like that.

“Come on Armeen,” she tells him, “I can’t wait to stop lugging around this battery.”

It’s been twenty eight days and Annabeth wonders where Thalia is, leading the search over the vast deserts of Afghanistan.

It doesn’t really matter.

The 10 Rings was right, they’ll never find her here. There’s just to much ground to cover.

That’s fine. Annabeth’s only ever been able to rely on herself and she’ll get herself out of here and Hephaestus too.

Then she’ll make sure Chase Industries never manufactures another weapon again.

*

Six shots in, a glass of champagne in hand for the occasion and Annabeth is bubbly. Is open and friendly in the addictive way she can never manage sober. Her smile feels foreign but the man who’s wrapped his arms about her, his hand covering hers before they throw the dice and watch it hit the roulette before landing on one of their winning numbers, he’s fun and hot and she likes one night stands. They’re easy.

“Yay,” she giggles, turning to him, giving up on his name when her thoughts feel so disconnected.

“You must be my good luck charm,” he grins, looking boyishly charming as he does.

It’s such a cliche, fitting in perfectly in Vegas.

Grover rolls his eyes, clearing finding the line beyond cheesy, from his spot on her right, the rest of her bodyguards spread out around.

“Yeah,” she replies airily, downing her champagne and distantly wondering if its to late to upgrade the targeting systems on the Medusa Missiles. Her mother never acknowledged anything less then perfection. It was a trait she’d passed on to her, along with her grey eyes and height.

No, both her parents had been tall.

He kisses her, lips saturated with beer, and Annabeth mindlessly goes along, wishing men weren’t so into beer. It never tastes good. And cocktails were so much better at getting people drunk faster.

“Lets go again,” he suggests.

“I’m game,” she answers, signaling for another drink.

Annabeth doesn’t really have time for this, she’s leaving Vegas in an hour back to San Francisco. But maybe he’d like a free ride to SF?

“Annabeth,” Thalia calls out, meeting Jack’s? drunk and carefree gaze with her own steely one, the same look she gave Annabeth overtime she found her less them sober, falling over and refusing Grover’s assistance, “you missed the ceremony.”

It’s the chastising of someone who’s already given up hope of getting through, hand wrapped around a glass award.

The reason she’d come to Vegas.

“Vegas is so fun,” she replies, dismissing the man and falling into step besides Thalia, away from the gambling tables, “and yet you want me to spend my time here in a room full of corporate assholes?”

It does the trick, Thalia laughs, “so long as you make it to the plane for-,”

“I know,” she cuts off, “gosh mom there’s a reason I have a nanny!” She takes the trophy from Thalia before she can think to try and smash her head in with it, “I’m sure Katie’ll find a great place to put this were it’s not ostentatious.” Next tool the other awards.

“Pretty sure you gave up any hope of that when you built a hose overlooking the bay,” Thalia replies, her uniform looking nice and starched. She was at home in uniform more than Annabeth could hope to be in a dress, but it was Vegas and it felt right when she’d decided on the Cushnie. Now she was missing her comfortable suits. “do you have any clue how much real-estate is going for in San Fransisco these days?”

“It’s on the cliffs,” Annabeth adds with a grin at her old friend. They’d been at MIT together, back when Thalia had over-dyed black hair and  ripped band t shirts, perpetually wearing sandals even in winter.

“Let me know when you want to settle down,” Thalia teases, “I’d love to be a trophy wife.”

“I thought they’d reinstated don’t ask don’t tell now with the new administration,” Annabeth wonders out loud.

Thalia nudges her side lightly, “don’t even get me started. I risk my life serving this country and this is the thanks I get back home! This is who the country votes for?”

The limo pulls up and Grover opens the door up for her, forever the gentleman.

Annabeth laughs at Thalia, “You know what they say, there’s no rest for the wicked. See you in a few.”

Tahlia shakes her head as she walks aways.

Annabeth grins and steps towards the open car door.

Before she can slide into the car and head home, a voice calls out behind her, “Ms. Chase do you have anything to say on the situation in Afghanistan.”

She looks at Glover, who helplessly shrugs, “I guess he’s hot. I don’t know. I’m only Juniper-sexual.”

Annabeth turns around, facing a rather handsome man, tall, broad shoulders and chiseled chin. It just reminds her of everything she’s not. This is the person that the military would love to deal with, not her. Not another Chase woman.

“Go for it,” she says with a grin, forcing herself no to pull down on her dress, it’s supposed to be this short. Maybe she needed a new tailor?

“Annabeth Chase, you’ve been called the Da Vinci of our times,” he starts, making her beam despite herself, she’s always a fool for flattery, “what do you have to say to that?”

“I do what I can to contribute to society, to making a better world.” It’s one of those vague statements her PR handlers had drilled into her. Harmless regardless of any context.

“What about your other nickname? The Merchant of Death? What do you have to say to that,” there’s teeth to his smile this time, a crusader then. Another reporter out to change the world.

“Let me guess, Berkeley ,” she says in lieu of an answer, the school was infamous for their many protests.

“Boston U actually.”

Annabeth nods. “Well, it’s an imperfect world we live in. I guarantee the day weapons are no longer needed to defend this country and it’s peoples freedoms I’ll start making bricks and solar panels.” She pauses, crossing her arms in front of her. This was the thing about dresses, where was she supposed to stuff her hands into? “My mother used to say that peace was having a bigger stick than the other side,” Annabeth says with a shrug. Athena had never spoken those words to her, but she’d parroted them often enough to the press. “And isn’t peace what we all want?”

He grins like he’s in on the joke, only highlighting how handsome he is, dark skin and even darker eyes, “interesting words coming from the woman selling the sticks.”

Even she grins at this, genuine for the first time all night. “What’s you name?”

“Isaiah, Isaiah Levey from Vanity Fair magazine.”

“Well Isaiah,” Annabeth replies, liking the way his name sounds on her lips, liking the look of him even more, “My mother helped defeat the nazis, she worked on the Manhattan project, she developed technology that propelled us into space and is now used in computers and phones. A lot of people, including your professors at Boston, would call that being a hero.”

Isaiah fires back, “A lot of people would also call that war profiteering.”

Annabeth’s lips draw thin, as the alcohol that’s kept her buzzed for the last hour wears off, “Tell me, do you plan on including the countless lives we’ve save through advancements in medical care and agricrops? All those breakthroughs,” she says pointedly, “military funding.”

“Wow,” he says shaking his head, “you ever lose an hour of sleep your whole life?”

And just like the fuckboys Katie always complains about, like she didn't somehow incorporate flannel into all of her outfits, she utters, “I’m prepared to lose a few with you.”

She might be off-putting at the best of times, and not half as beautiful as the wives of her fellow billionaires, but confidence could more than make of for those shortcomings.

Isaiah shrugs helplessly, grin on his lips, and he slides into the limo with her.

*

It’s been seventy nine days since she’d watched a humvee blow up. It was a lot nastier up close then in testing facilities out in Nevada, where distance made the explosion look beautiful.

Before she could register that they were under attack, before she could react and put her drink down or maybe finish it off and hope it was just a nightmare, the solider in the front. . .R-something. . .Reyes?. . .maybe it was Ramirez? Was telling her to get down, the words barely leaving her mouth before a gunshot splattered her brains reminiscent of a Pollock, body falling over like a puppet that had its strings cut.

Annabeth had looked around stupidly. She didn’t know what to do. More gunshots. More blood.

There had been smoke and dust and she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even see her enemy until she heard the gunshots, seconds before they made contact, ripping through the Humvee like it was made of cardboard.

She crawls out, dodging behind the nearest rock, in too much shock. Her hand goes reflexively to her necklace, thumbing over the beads. More gunshots. There’s no way to know where to go. Who’s her enemy and where she should run too so she just stays hurled behind the rocks.

Annabeth wants to slap herself, throat choked on a scream. Everyone likes to believe they’d react the right way in a fight or flight situation but theres no right way and oh my god she’s going to die.

Then there was the missile, landing just close enough for her to make out the logo, the same logo she’d learned to recognize when she was still learning to write, Chase Industries and then the explosion and then nothing.

It’s night.

And the 10 rings members are suddenly filing in, guns locked and loaded.

Annabeth knows its night because the shifts changed. Even with their rotating shifts and change in partners, she’d quickly memorized their faces. Besides, at night, they yawn more.

They yell in their various languages, strutting around and throwing their weight before a bald man clicks his fingers, his face hard, with a glee in his eyes that speaks to a sadistic nature.

They grab for Armeen, dragging him before the bald man, knocking him to his knees.

The bald man must be the leader. Head held high, back straight as though he’s looking down at everyone. He can’t be much taller than her.

Annabeth might be tall for a woman, but she’s only average in comparison to most men and Hephaestus is taller than most. He’s also lanky, hands rough from hard labour. Not a handsome man with his large nose and small chin, eyes lost behind thick glasses.

He’s her friend and when they bring a hot iron rod to his mouth she finds herself yelling, “NO,” moving forward against her better judgement.

All the guns in the room point at her.

She blinks, realizing that no matter how valuable she is, how rich she is, how smart she is, they won’t hesitate to shoot. Their patience has worn through.

“I need him,” she utters, her protest sounding weak to her own ears, “he’s a good assistant.” She won’t have anymore blood on her hands. He has a wife and kids back home.

Annabeth only has Thalia. People she pays probably don’t count. Grover and Katie’ve no doubt found a new job.

She would’ve.

Then again, there’s a reason everyone’s always found her cold.

“You have twenty four hours to give me a Medusa Missile  or I’ll shoot you both,” the bald man spits, “I don’t care who you are you bitch!”

She doesn’t wince anymore. The words cold bitch have long trailed after her.

The man kicks Hephaestus aside, before turning to leave.

Then their gone.

A look at him and they both know they’re in for a long night if her plan’s going to work, if they’re going to escape.

*

Annabeth wakes up at six in the morning on the dot the same way she has every day since boarding school.

Isaiah is still sleeping when she slips out of her room and down her lab.

Katie’ll take care of him later.

Katie’ll also let her know when it’s time to go, the only person aside from herself who knows the password down to her lab, her heels click on the glass steps.

“You are supposed to be halfway around the world,” she utters already scrolling through her ChasePad, a prototype of the latest version that was still in development, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“How’d she take it,” Annabeth says, pivoting while she looks over her latest engine, finding that the Lamborgini, no matter how nice it looked, handled like shit.

“Like a champ,” Katie replies.

“Why’re you trying to kick me out of my own house,” Annabeth asks, shifting her weight onto her other leg before it can fall asleep, the last few screws falling into places. At first it was just a matter of replacing the wheels and suspension, but once she looked under the hood, Annabeth knew she could do better.

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” Katie says curtly. Grover must have told her how much she drank last night.

“You know, I do know my limit,” she responds, “and it’s my plane so shouldn’t it take off whenever I want it to?” She’s being ridiculous, Annabeth knows this, but. . .she doesn’t know.

She won’t see Katie for a three days. It’s not long in the grand scheme of things. . .

Katie ignores her, barreling on, “Social drinking is a stepping stone to alcoholism and I need to speak to you about a couple things, before I send you on your way.”

“I mean whats the point of a private plane if I’m still subjected to boarding times.” Grover had told her once about commercial flights and Annabeth had felt something inside her wither and die. It probably came with never having to deal with anything money couldn’t fix.

Maybe she should get out more, talk to people other than her employees and those with a vested interest in her company.

“Xiao called, she has another Jackson Pollock lined up for the auction, do you want it? Yes or no.” Annabeth couldn’t see any point to splatter paint, there was no technique or point really. She much preferred the carefully rated indian and egyptian art pieces. There was the greek technical prowess in sculpture and paintings, coming the closest to lifelike. But her dad had lover abstract art and modern art.

So, “yes,” she answers, turning around and gladly downing the last of her cup of water. Her head was still pounding even after the two pills she’d taken this morning. Hangovers were the thing that would knock down any impending alcoholism Katie kept nagging her about.

“It’s overpriced,” Katie informs her, “and not a great representation of his later renowned work.”

“I said yes Katie,” she sighs, hearing the snap in her own voice, scrambling to add, “it’ll be like those parents who hang up all their kids drawing from preschool.” Her mother had never done that, waving annabeth away until she’d come back with her first circuit board, lines deep around her mouth as she’d frowned and told her the how inefficient it was.

Katie smiles, “Okay. The MIT commencement-,”

“Is in June,” annabeth says walking up to the main floor, “nice try.”

“Well if I have to hear it then you have to hear it,” Katie teases, easily, the clack of heels on concrete a tell tale sign that she’s following close behind.

“Didn’t I hire you to hear it so I don’t have to,” Annabeth snipes back, knowing Katie won’t take it the wrong way. They’ve been working together for to long.

“I’ll take that as a yes and I need you to sign this,” she says offering up a long and complicated paper with fine print as they reach the main living room, her duffle bag and carry on already prepared for her.

“Wow you’re really trying to get rid of me. Why?” It’s blunt, the way Annabeth has learned to be in the corporate world and military world where old men will look down on her and call her girl.

“I have plans.”

Annabeth makes a face, “I don’t like it when you have plans.”

Katie rolls her eyes, “first of all that’s why we have unions and workers rights and secondly I’m allowed to have plans on my birthday.”

Annabeth winces. She’d forgotten. She relied so much on Katie to remind her of all her appointments and meeting, and she could hardly tell Katie to reminder of her birthday. “Is it? This weekend?” It must be November then.

That explained all the christmas decorations that had been up in Vegas.

“Yes,” Katie responds, smothering a laugh, “isn’t that strange? It’s the same day as last year.”

“Well, buy yourself something nice from me.” Annabeth never knew what people wanted and it just didn’t seem practical to guess. That’s how people ended up with something useless, that they didn’t want, and then had to figure out what to do with; regift it, throw it aways, or have ti sit in the back of your closet.  

“I already did.”

“Is it a new and exotic species of plant,” She asks knowingly. Katie had a way with plants, managing to keep even orchids alive.

“Thank you,” Katie says with a soft smile, before thrusting Annabeth’s luggage at her and pushing her out the door where Grover awaits with the ferrari, one designed by the great Nikki Lauda, the splashiest thing her father ever owned. It had only needed minor adjustments.

Annabeth laughs and helps Grover throw her luggage in.

*

The suit works, she flies for a full fifteen seconds before crashing, just long enough to escape the fireball of explosions she leaves behind.

Along with Hephaestus.

Dead.

Another death on her hands.

Even in February, the deserts of Afghanistan are scorching hot, dry, her eyes are strained after spending almost three months in darkness, only broken by weak lighting.

In comparison the sun a entirely too bright, too much.

Her throat arched, a strip of fabric wrapped around her head as a makeshift hat, keeping some of the sun off her.

The sun keeps her going, orients her because the sun always east and sets in the west, no matter what part of the world she’s in, ignoring how everywhere she looks out to looks the same. Sand, and more fucking sand.

It’s been eighty days since she was kidnapped.

they must still be searching for her. Thalia wouldn’t abandon her. Besides she’d Annabeth Chase, billionaire wonderkid, child of the late great Athena Chase.

But the fear of wondering forever, until she collapses and dies nags at her.

There’s just so much sand.

Vast planes spreading out beyond her as she leaves the mountains at her back.

What are the chances of-Thalia. . .

. . .Thalia finding her. . .

She hears the sounds first, the beautiful roaring of army craft, too steady too be of any make other than the united states government.

It’s the most wonderful sound she’s ever heard.

Her hands spread out, waving over. . .

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

It worked!

Something in her chest loosens, a weight, the panic that’s been kept at bay by adrenalin, by need and focus, hummingbird panic that makes her arc reactor flicker in the bright daylight of the desert, worlds away from the gloomy rain of San Fransisco in the winter.

She can breath now.

She’s alive.

Alive.

A live.

It feels like something that belongs to someone else. The drinks and parties and work and billions in the bank.

That can’t be. . .her.

The image of her own missile landing right in front of her forever seared into the backs of her eyelids.

Thalia walks down and out of the aircraft, soldiers fanning out with heavy automatic arms pointed out into the desert plains.

Annabeth can breath now. She smiles, falling into Thalia’s arms, into her embrace. She’s never been more glad to see Thalia’s dark blue eyes, almost black in some light.

“How was the fun-vee?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Annabeth hears herself say and then she’s gone. Exhausted down to her bones. The weight of running for months on adrenalin finally catching up to her and she blacks out, sliding into R.E.M. sleep for the first time since SF.

Later Thalia’ll tell her she was debriefed and gave coherent answers before downing some crackers and a coke, getting a quick medical checkup, before they let her sleep.

She doesn’t remember a thing after she see’s Thalia. Her very own godly apparition.

[pastwinter]

heya, dears!! i’m just reposting this list of neato, romantic plots since it’s been a while and the list has gotten a little longer -- as usual, like this or shoot me a message if there’s something you’re interested in!

baek jinho | runaway manhwa artist | heterosexual | 24

a lil inspired by the truth untold by bts, i’d love!! a plot in which emotionally cautious jinho develops feelings for muse b ( a literal light! someone who really knows how to pull jinho out of her shell ) , and as is her habit, she keeps it all bottled in and hides it -- but! she’s awfully honest in her latest manhwa in which she depicts the protagonist finding the courage to admit her feelings, and it’s honestly so obvious!! that the love interest is a portrayal of muse b!! to everyone except muse b who has yet to read the manhwa ( or maybe they’re just oblivious ) . and maybe if we want to take it down the angsty route, muse b gets into a relationship with someone before jinho can confess her feelings?? 

ideally i’d like for muse b to have an outgoing personality seeing as jinho can lean towards reserved. age doesn’t matter so much really?? but she’s heterosexual, so muse b must be male.

jinho’s 24 and she has a little brother who’s 19, so anyone around that age she’ll label as a “ kid ” and dote on them like she would her brother so if anyone wants a classic “ i like you but you treat me like a child B(( ” plot, come at me!! and either gender could work here, but it’ll be angsty if your muse is a gal since jinho can’t return her feelings... and doesn’t that sound like fun : )))

“ you keep confessing to me and i keep turning you down bc i’m honestly scared out of my mind that i would ruin everything but good golly gosh you’re very persistent aren’t you?? and psh no this isn’t a date! i’m just humoring you bc i feel bad ( but we both know that’s a frikkin lie ) ”

also see this post for a few other plots i’m dying for starring my lil runaway!

lee gwangmin | youtuber | bisexual | 23

a second meeting with his first boyfriend!! bc while gwangmin cared for him deeply ( maybe even?? this guy was his first love?? ) , i can see the two having broken up bc gwangmin refused to acknowledge that his parents had an issue with his sexuality despite their uncomfortable words of support. he refused to talk about it and went to lengths to avoid having his parents and boyfriend around each other for extended periods of time, and that had to be frustrating!! and stressful considering this would have been around the time they’d be graduating/had just graduated high school. so maybe that’s why they broke up? 

the reason can always be discussed, but i’d love a second meeting in which both of them have grown up a little! and maybe confront the fact that gwangmin is STILL avoiding the problem.

also gimme a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly around gwangmin bc he’s such a wholesome sweetie pie and makes them feel so good about themselves and just!! happy in general!! and maybe they start to like him more than they should and gwangmin can tell but stays quiet bc... they’re so... CUTE when they’re trying to hide it!! and when it comes out on accident or they witness someone coming onto gwangmin and they get embarrassed and frightened of his reaction, he’s just grinning bc of course he likes them!!

y’all i’ll admit it right now -- i’m weak for cliche plots but who isn’t??

kim nari | professional dork singer | bisexual | 18-21

so my little ray of sunshine can be played during her time as a trainee or during her time as an idol 

so pretty pls gimme a sunbae-hoobae relationship that’s 90% platonic and mentor-like and 10% something more. but is that something more acknowledged?? not if you want to avoid scandals and secret relationships!!

but maybe... it DOES get acknowledged... and they gotta sneak around... but nari’s just debuted finally, and if it’s revealed she’s dating, that could be really bad for her... “ the timing might be bad but n o we’re not breaking up bc of a ‘ what if ’ ”

“ you’re that boy i ran away from back in middle school when you confessed to me and continued to avoid afterwards but now we’re older and dating isn’t so scary and you grew up to be incredibly handsome wow... also i’m so sorry ”

maybe said boy is a fellow idol?? a producer?? or she just runs into him by chance?? either way, it’ll be awkward for nari B ))

bc i’m weak for the idea ( and is it cliche?? MAYBE ) , consider your muse joining a show in which idols are paired with their “ ideal types, ” and nari just so happens to be on the show, too. now, this could go a few ways!

the producers are mistaken in pairing nari with your muse bc the two of them HATE each other!! but maybe not as much as they first thought.

OR they’re utterly smitten with each other... but they’re not paired together! they’re someone else’s ideal types, so do they pine and never act on their feelings or do some sneaking about without anyone knowing??

also give me a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly for nari bc she’s the actual sun and makes them feel so warm and soft :’ ))

choi donghae | lost soul | bisexual | 20

you know what i’d love?? an angsty plot in which your muse assists donghae in moving on aka brings his murderer to justice before danbi has a chance to kill him and before he’s able to take another victim. and while it’s a happy moment bc he and his sister can finally be at peace, it’s bittersweet bc your muse sincerely cares for him

i’d also give my left shoe for a plot where donghae starts acting as your muse’s guardian angel bc he misses them and doesn’t know what else to do with his extra time and they eventually figure it out bc no one has THAT much good luck

also donghae pretending to be human around your muse and starting to fall for them but that sweet boy just can’t!! keep such a big secret from them!!

and if we wanna go down the human!donghae route, gimme that classic “ bad boy/girl meets good boy ” but instead of corrupting donghae, he starts to rub off on them and that’s not good for their reputation, dude

choi danbi | bitter specter | bisexual | 20

" i’ve been pretending that i’m not dead by appearing to you when barely anyone is around but you ran into my mom and mentioned me and now you’re confused and shaking bc according to her, donghae and i are still missing, so i suppose i owe you some answers now ”

“ i saved you from getting mugged one time and it was very freaky and ghostly and now you’re purposely looking for me in random allies?? are you dumb??? and why is this so endearing to me?? ”

and for human!danbi, how about a rival athlete who she Hates but kissed one time when she was tipsy and now... now she hates them even MORE bc they won’t let her forget about it!!

son daehyun | grim reaper | heterosexual | o l d... but looks 28

before i even start, let me point out that daehyun is based upon the grim reapers from tvn’s goblin, but he’s part of a unit who specializes in finding the souls who were never allowed to move on

so... how about he's assigned to find a soul who was supposed to die YEARS ago, but narrowly avoided death through a miracle only a greater being could have caused and like... he’s gotta keep an eye on her bc she shouldn’t even exist but there’s no way that he can reap her when she’s living her life! but every time she finds herself about to die, daehyun is there against his better judgement to save her until he’s too late 

but maybe... she finds her way back to him bc she refuses to let go of their memories :’ ))

and gimme senior reaper dae having to show this rookie reaper the ropes and he’s trying to act all tough and cool for her, and while it’s so obvious how soft he really is, the rookie lets dae do his thing bc it’s cute. and she tells him so -- and dae is flabbergasted 

“ cute?? me??? nO i’m not blushing shut up ” 

ALSO dae meeting his love from a past life!! i already typed up a starter for this scenario a while back, but i’d also really love to plot it out!

son soojin | old soul | pansexual | technically old as heck but 26 in this life

lil info before we begin -- soojin is a reincarnated soul who chose to keep her memories in hopes of being reunited with her lover one day

what if… her lover was actually an immortal being of some sort?? and they’ve been sad bc they’ve gone all this time thinking they’d never see her again but wait!! it’s her!! she just has a different face bc reincarnation is apparently a thing!!

or similarly – they were broken up about her death but it’s been centuries, dude… they’re Over It and have moved on and are in love without someone else. sucks to be soojin.

oR soojin’s fallen in love with someone in this life, maybe even contemplating marriage when who is that she stumbles upon?? her lover from her first life?? well fRIK

O R soojin finds her lover, they don’t recognize her bc she has a different face, and she withholds who she really is bc they seem so… happy with their s/o. happy without her. and maybe it’s time she lets them go bUT WAIT A SECOND THERE SHE SLIPS UP and says something only SHE would have known/said!! her cover’s blown!! uh oh : )))

chae jihoon | vampire bar owner | bisexual | 94 but looks 24

how about you gimme jihoon seeing his first love for the first time since they turned him and ran away : ))))

so originally i wrote the person who turned jihoon was a lady, but!! it really doesn’t matter tbh. they just need to be on the wild side with a soft center :’ ) and apparently have a fear of commitment!

but really just!! give me a surprise meeting or maybe it’s on purpose -- maybe they really missed jihoon and just wanted to see how he was doing after all these years. maybe they want a second chance or a chance to apologize. whatever the reason, give it to me!!

also give me this horrible situation that ends in disaster : ))) once again, the gender is flexible since i haven’t put a ton of thought into this person who wiggles their way into jihoon’s heart during his darkest time. 

and who knows?? maybe our muses can have a happy ending instead of that sad ending! or... maybe not : )

also give me this softness right here thanks!!

and now just some general scenarios i’d love to see!!

polyships pls and thanks!! gwangmin and nari are one cute duo or could be paired separately with two other muses, as well as most of my other muses -- the only ones i don’t think would be up for it ( or at the very least be very difficult to convince ) would be jinho bc she's so wary of relationships to begin with and daehyun.

but give me the cute first date, the cuddling and kisses and before that, the proposition of dating each other. give me the angst where one thinks the other two don’t like them as much as they do each other. give me breaking up just to get back together bc it being just two of them doesn’t feel right anymore.

any sort of fan meets their idol plot! i’m Weak for them

best friends to lovers bc who doesn’t love those??

“ i’ve got a tough/cold image but i’m soft for you ” plots!!

[pinksausageduo]

ong seongwoo|bad boy

member: ong seongwoo genre: fluff summary: college au! badboy au! a reformed bad girl and the resident bad boy, she’s hard to get but he loves a challenge. will it end in disaster or love? collab: with iris!! @alliwannado-w1 

seongwoo was bad and everyone knew it 

he was in a top secret gang and had very dangerous friends 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t popular quite the opposite actually

he had heaps of friends and he was the one people usually went to for “party favours” but it was never talked about people just knew

though seongwoo himself was definitely talked about on every corner of campus 

and he knew it

the girls loved him 

and he knew that too

he might not wear a leather jacket because it’s too “cliche” 

even if he does wear one occasionally 

you can tell instantly he’s a bad boy 

from the ripped jeans, worn converse, a tight white t shirt showing off his toned and defined muscles, his messy black hair, the way he holds himself and his attitude 

but most of all the cocky smirk he has plastered on his face 

he never hung around campus, barely attended lectures but still got really good grades?? but he visited the occasional party

where girls would throw themselves at him for one night with the resident bad boy

truthfully it was pathetic but you didn’t really care that much either

you were in your first year of college and it wasn’t bad

mostly it was better than high school 

but in high school you were a completely different person

right now you’re just another everyday normal college student 

in high school you were known as the school’s bad girl, you were in a gang and mixed up with “bad people”

but to you they were like family 

and you ended up leaving your gang

because it started to getting really dangerous because one of your members upset one of the most dangerous gangs around leader

more and more people were going to hospital because of the feud between the two gangs and they wanted you to leave

in all honesty you didn’t want to but you ended up leaving

two years later you’ve still not been able to contact them, you miss them a lot but you’re moving on with your life 

but then ong seongwoo comes into your life like a bloody hurricane and basically steals your heart 

you two met at a party

the dance floor was packed and you were right in the middle of it having fun

and then suddenly someone grabs your hand, spins you around and brings you close to them

you instantly thought to kick them but then you meet those gorgeous enticing brown eyes 

and your heart stops for a moment and you’re breathless

you felt a rush of love? 

but you pushed your feelings straight down thinking it’s just the alcohol talking

then you realise it’s ong seongwoo

he smirks at you and whispers into your ear in a low seductive tone

“having fun?” 

though you ain’t buying this crap, you were sure he did it with at least a million different other girls

and you are not the one to throw yourself at a guy with one sentence

“i was when you ruined it” you said coldly taking back your hand

he looks at you with a mix of surprise and shock

you give him a smirk as you say

“try another girl ong seongwoo and maybe they’ll fall for your bad boy charm” you rolled your eyes as your voice was dripping in sarcasm 

seongwoo was so surprised since no girl has ever rejected him

well except in primary school when he pulled her pigtails while asking her out but that doesn’t count

though seongwoo always loved a challenge and you were exactly that

before approaching you, he was staring at you from afar and something hit him just wave of emotion

he never felt anything like it 

everything about you was so beautiful, enticing and captivating

he just had to talk to you

even if he thought it was bullshit it kinda felt like love at first sight

but now his plan horribly backfired 

usually if he did that move he’d already been able to steal a kiss from most girls

you were different though and he liked that

he liked that a lot 

“what bad boy charm?” seongwoo “innocently” said back

“oh gosh please stop you know exactly what i’m talking about” you say amused by his antics 

‘okay maybe i do” he says with a cheeky smile before continuing 

“but how do you know it won’t work you?” he says with a heart melting look

and that’s exactly how your heart felt

he was good and he knew it

but you still couldn’t fall for him well at least not on the first night

and strengthened your resolve 

“because i don’t date bad boys” you say with a raise of an eyebrow

“oooo do we have a good little girl here” he teases 

you scoff at that statement nearly laughing

“trust me even if i wanted to be i couldn’t” you say some longing in your voice thinking about your gang 

seongwoo looks at you curiously before you snap out of your thoughts

you lean and whisper into his ear 

“night seongwoo, have fun and try not to think of me when you’re kissing another girl”

you smirk at him and walk away without a second glance 

while seongwoo can’t help but grin even if he was rejected

he knew right then and there he was gonna fall for you big time

and even he tried to he couldn’t stop thinking about you 

the next day seongwoo greeted you the moment you were out of your dorm

“hey” he says with a charming smile leaning on the back of the wall literally looking like he was filming a commercial but it was all EFFORTLESS

at least that’s what you thought and didn’t know he spent one and a half hours on his hair making sure every strand was in place

“it’s 7 in the morning seongwoo and i have to get to a stupid lecture what do you want?” you say tiredly 

“i didn’t get your name last night” he says stepping closer to you

“that’s because i didn’t want you to know it” you retort sassily 

then you grabbed his coffee cup and took a sip

“HEY! THAT’S MINE!!” seongwoo whines 

“nope it’s mine now see you later pretty boy” you say turning around to leave

“oh come on at least let me get your name” he says

“you know where my dorm is but not my name, i’m not stupid seongwoo” you say sassily before walking off

“i’m picking you up after class” he shouts as you get further than away from him

“STALKER” you teasingly shout 

seongwoo sighs as he sees you walk away but he can’t help but smile

you were definitely a piece of work but in his eyes you were a masterpiece

your quick comebacks and teasing made him feel things he’s never felt before 

you were gorgeous, witty, smart, confident, funny and independent 

how could he not fall for you but he need you to fall for him 

seongwoo was going to win your heart

but unbeknownst to him you were waiting for him too

something attracted you to seongwoo and it wasn’t his bad boy charm as you so eloquently put it

but it was what was hidden beneath, the small signs of care when he was around you

that coffee was warm and not a single sip was taken from it and you knew he was going to give it to you, it was also your favourite drink

the fact he actually put effort into finding out where your dorm is

and how he didn’t knock on the door but waited for you 

that was just the interaction tis morning

you couldn’t help feel all fuzzy and warm thinking about him 

you didn’t admit it to yourself but you couldn’t spend any bit of your lecture concentrating and thinking about a certain someone

a whole month went by and you could 100% say you were falling for seongwoo

and him? well the whole school knew he was infatuated with you 

for the first time in his whole college career he went to the library 

just because you wanted to study

and spent more time on campus those for two weeks than 5 months

he always made sure to give you space to live your boring ass life

but would always meet you when you finish up your last class of the day 

and of course bring you coffee in the morning 

you spent a lot of time at your dorm, eating, talking, studying, watching netflix and just spending time with each other 

the witty comebacks and flirty teasing was a constant 

but you two had a lot of real conversations

about life, your future, the problems, insecurities, worries, fears and all the happy memories you had too 

though neither of you mentioned gangs at all 

seongwoo not ready to share that bit of his life because he was so scared that you’ll be running fro the hills the moment you hear about it 

and you did not want to visit the past 

it was genuinely amazing

seongwoo wanted to ask you out the only thing stopping him is how you would react about all the details of the gang

though you guys were already like a couple 

while you watch netflix you two cuddle all snuggled up 

occasionally you two hold hands too

he’s even sneaked in a few cheek kisses here and there 

the first time he did it he remembered you shouting at him and chasing after him as he laughed 

but you loved it 

then seongwoo suddenly disappeared

you instantly knew something was a miss when he wasn’t there in the morning then no contact whatsoever for the whole day 

then after you left him several calls and texts 

and he didn’t reply and the calls went straight to voice mail 

you were worried out of your mind

all you wanted to know that he was safe 

after a whole week passed, you went to his dorm

it was locked and you instantly unlocked it by using your skeleton key

everything was like what you imagine a guy’s college dorm to be 

but when you searched the bedroom something caught your eye

it was the symbol of your gang, a pagan symbol for protection 

on a letter which was written with a code that your gang produced

you still remember it by heart 

it only gave you an address and a change of password 

there was anticipation and excitement rushing though your veins

maybe seongwoo was there 

you were instantly shocked that you didn’t think of your old gang members first but seongwoo

and clutching the letter you realise in such a short span of time you really have fallen for him 

but you were also so excited to meet your members again 

you went straight back to your dorm and brought out your box

which had your old outfit you always wore to headquarters 

black high waisted cuffed shorts, chunky black heeled boots, a plain black singlet, your old worn leather jacket and your red bandana

you quickly put your hair up into a high pony and wore the outfit, before putting some red lipstick on

also making sure you were armed with knives just in case 

you left and when you arrived at the location which was a plain steel wall with the symbol painted onto it 

but there was three small knobs and you twisted them according to the instructions 

the door swung open and you were welcome to a dark bar 

“who the hell are you” demanded a low voice as a gun was pointed right into your temple

you looked at the guy with no fear in your eyes 

“wait woojin stop, i can recognise that outfit from a mile away. i got her that leather jacket and she loves that red bandana.” said a very familiar voice

as the guy called woojin lowered his gun you could see daniel’s face

and you broke out into a bright smile as he did the same 

“welcome home y/n” he says happily

as you run into his arms and he spins you around laughing 

“where’s everyone else? is everyone safe? why did you stop all contact with me for three years?!!!” you demand 

he chuckles and says “that’s the y/n i know, and most of us are out, more people got hurt but it all sorted itself out, and by the time it was safe we didn’t know how to contact you”

“you still should have” you grumpily say before you hear you name called out

a brown haired teenager came barrelling into you and you reprimanded daniel instantly 

“JINYOUNG IS UNDERAGE WHY IS HE HERE??”

‘we have even younger members” quipped in woojin

and you look at daniel ready to rip his head off while he takes a step back

“but you were in the gang when you were underaged plus i only do the motorcycle races and the underground fights” jinyoung answered still hugging you 

“you rascal i missed you so much you better be safe during the races and fights” you reprimand sweetly

“i will i will, you still see me as that 8 year old kid you used to baby sit don;t you” he says with a cute pout

“yuppp you’ll always be my lil bro” you agree with a soft smile

“hey y/n sorry about the whole gun thing” says woojin shyly

“oh don’t worry about it, it’s protocol i know” you say nicely 

“thanks for understanding” he says smiling showing off his snaggletooth

and you can’t help but smile back 

“wait daniel the reason why i came here was because of ong seongwoo do you know him?” you asked daniel seriously

“does he know him of course he does they’re best friends” interrupted a new voice

you look up to see minhyun

“minhyun!!” you say brightly going over to him to hug him 

“it’s so nice to see you again” he says genuinely 

“are you still the resident healer?” you ask

“of course none of these idiots would be alive without me” he says jokingly 

“very true” you agree nodding while the other guys started protesting

“but where’s seongwoo he completely disappeared on me without a single word, and i found this letter in his dorm” you said handing the letter over to minhyun

“wait wait how do you know seongwoo?” daniel asks bewildered

“OHHHHH I GET IT!!” jinyoung says loudly

as the realisation dawns on woojin the same time 

woojin loudly announced “y/n’s THE GIRL”

“the one he talks about constantly, refuses to give her name to us, who’s basically the love of his life and the one he complains that he’s gonna lose if he tells about all of us??” minhyun asks

while your mouth kept on dropping at his words while you yourself were melting at his words

“YES THIS IS AMAZING I CALL BEING THE BEST MAN AND GODFATHER TO THE FIRST BORN!!” daniel shouts in excitement 

you shake your head not understanding how this the same guy to be able to beat up 3 guys ruthlessly all at once and go 180km an hour with no hesitation in a street race

“guys for fucks sake i just want to know where he is that’s more important than an IMAGINARY wedding and future child” you say dryly

“we’ll make that a reality one day won’t we?” you hear seongwoo’s voice oozing with cheekiness and happiness

and you can’t help but burst into a huge relieved grin 

you rush to hug him but you gently wrap your arms around him just in case he has any injuries

“you absolute idiotic moron you scared the shit out of me” you whisper softly as seongwoo’s wraps his arms around you gently

you instantly feel safe and like it was home in his arms

“aww you care about me” he cooes teasingly

“oh shut up” you mutter breaking apart slightly disappointed

“seongwoo why the hell are you out of bed you woke up from your concussion literally an hour ago and you have TWO BULLET WOUNDS” minhyun stressed urgently 

before seongwoo could reply woojin gently swept him up and led him to the infirmary and put him on his bed

“i’m sorry okay!! i just wanted to see y/n” he says totally not sorry

“he’s so whipped” jinyoung comments with a smirk

seongwoo flipped him off for that but never denied it 

“why didn’t you tell me that you were going??” you asked impatiently

“um because i thought it would be a quick job but ha yeah i got beat real bad” seongwoo mumbles embarrassed 

“i literally broke into your apartment and found the letter, you really need to keep this stuff hidden” you say telling him off 

“wow you were really worried weren’t you” seongwoo says happily totally ignoring the comment about his incompetence

before you can answer he adds “guys can you give us moment” 

“OOOOOOOO don’t be making out when we’re back!” daniel teases 

you flip him the finger as he leaves with everyone else

“seongwo-” you start before seongwoo interrupts you 

“y/n just let me say this first” he begs which makes you agree instantly

“okay i’ve been meaning to say this for a while. gosh y/n i’m in love with you, i never believed the bullshit love at first sight thing but that’s exactly how it felt when i first met you at that party. over the course of month i fell for you and the only reason why i didn’t tell you about all this is because i thought you would leave me, now i see that really is not the case.” he says slightly nervous but mostly hopeful

“i wanted to ask you will you be my girlfriend?” he ended hesitantly not meeting your eyes 

your heart felt like it was going to burst in happiness and love 

“of course i will, i love you too seongwoo” you say your voice filled with affection

then seongwoo gives you his signature smirk/smile making you instantly melt

and brings you close with two fingers leading your chin towards his lips

you guys finally kiss after a whole month of flirting back and forth 

seongwoo smiles as he kisses you gently at first then deepening it 

you run your hands through his messy black hair making sure not to hurt any of his injuries

his arms wrap around your waist while kissing you with even more love and affection that before 

the kiss was light flirty but passionate and full of love 

just like your relationship with seongwoo

and you broke apart gently still noses touching

with sweet smiles and seongwoo whispered to you sounding very full of himself

“you totally do fall for bad boys” 

you shake your head laughing before saying 

“nah i just fell for you...” you stopped a moment before continuing because of seongwoo 

he can’t help but smile at you making you want to kiss him all over again 

and you ended up doing just that 

which the guys totally interrupted on 

but not before you said 

“my bad boy”

this wasn’t anything like i planned it to be but oh well. i planned this collab with iris for ages but won’t be doing all the members. just the ones we feel that is most like a “bad boy” i hope you guys like it!!

as always please leave an anon or a message about anything love you all!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!!! @kpopsincejune07 i hope this wrecks you to core and that you like it! i hope you have an amazing day work free and with friends and family. thank you so much for always being one of my biggest fans and i’m so glad we started talking. i love you heaps!!

[littlebitliz]

wow! it’s the first blog post and i don’t quite know what to talk about. i asked my instagram stories and the overwhelming response was about the works by Becky Albertalli. specifically, the topic that struck me was, “Why do we need more movies like Love, Simon?” to expand on that, “Why do we need more queer youth and queer love stories in big name pop culture and media?”

and why do we? why is Love, Simon so important to millions of queer youth across the united states and outside? there’s no clear answer other than: gay people deserve better. for as long as humans have been around, gay people have been ostracized and oppressed. not only has homophobia been prevalent, but homosexuality has always been a significant part of human existence. homosexual people have made some of the most amazing and historical changes in our history. so often was the sexuality of these inspiration people erased, not only then, but also now.

for example, you might not have known that Alan Turing, the man who decoded Enigma (the most infamous Nazi code during WW2) and created the first general modern computer was notoriously gay. he was convicted of gross indecency in the spring of 1952 after admitting to a sexual relationship with a man twenty years his junior. both men were convicted and charged, but Turing was exempt from prison due to opting into hormonal treatment to reduce libido via injections of synthetic oestrogen. two years later, after being banned from the cryptanalysis of Enigma and after participating in consistent hormonal therapy, Turing committed suicide by cyanide poisoning. in 2014, The Imitation Game (starring Benedict Cumberbatch as Alan Turing) was released, and the truth about Turing’s sexuality became far more recognized all over the united states.

furthermore, Alexander the Great, who is considered one of the greatest military minds of Persian and Green history, Leonardo Da Vinci, one of the most famous artists of all time, Bayard Rustin, Martin Luther King Jr’s partner in politics and activism, Emily Dickinson, an extraordinarily famous poet, and Eleanor Roosevelt, first lady and advocate for the poor, were (reportedly) queer. i ask you, did YOU know they were queer? some of them were openly gay (most notably Rustin, but Dickinson and Da Vinci also did not hide their sexuality), some of them came out posthumously (first lady Roosevelt, especially, who was discovered to be queer via letters after her death) and some of them never really came out at all (Alexander the Great was just...gay!)

but what does it matter anyway? all of these historical figures are far gone, and there is no point in avenging their personal life when it was erased so long ago. the answer to that might be best as another question - did YOU know they were queer? generally, their sexualities are erased by history books and the were unspoken of during their lives. and, a follow up to my previous question, why is that? why did so many gay and queer and even transgender people have their identities hidden rom the spotlight? is it because the normalization of queerness was (and in many places, still is) outlawed? is it because the general society was far more comfortable with violent hate crimes then than they are now? or is it just because people were not supposed to be gay, it was not the standard, just as people were not supposed to be women or black or whatever. not to compare the plights of gay people, black people and women, but it certainly has the same standing - hate what is different, and what cannot be changed.

so what does queer historical people have to do with movies like Love, Simon? well, did YOU know any of them were queer? most people did not. most people dehumanize queerness and queer people; most people hate and oppress and fear queerness and queer people.

even today, in 2018, countless people in modern media are so quick to hate and oppress queerness and queer people. look at the white house right now; mike pence, donald trump, etc are all considered to be homophobic. LGB hate crimes have been steadily rising in recent years, and transgender youth are in some of the highest risks they’ve been in. but it’s the little stuff too - like how my wifi blocks inappropriate content by using keywords such as NSFW and gay, or how tumblr marks posts as ‘explicit’ when tagged with lesbian or gay, or how in some developing countries, queer movies are rated higher (from PG-13 to R, R to X, etc) because gay people are ‘inappropriate’. Love, Simon, in a nutshell, was and is important because it’s not about this guy who had this horrible homophobic experience and his whole character growth is about being gay and being bullied, but instead his horrible homophobic experiences + being gay and being bullied = a minor part of his story. instead, his story is the same ugly cliches we see in every teen romance movie ever. Love, Simon was as cheesy and goofy and wholesome as The Kissing Booth or F The Prom or Candy Jar or DUFF. Love, Simon followed the same rules as these teen romances, and began to break down the barriers around gay people and sexuality as a whole.

but why are those barriers so suffocating anyway? it’s not like any law in the western world prevents people from being gay or transgender. perhaps it’s because gay youth are take their own lives four times the amount straight youth does. or maybe it’s because that number skyrockets nine times when their family has a poor reaction to their coming out. or maybe because queer young adults with rejecting families (as opposed to mildly rejecting, neutral or accepting families) are six times more likely to have major depression, four times more likely to have unprotected sex and four times more likely to do and use illegal drugs. and with the federal legalization of same sex marriage in 2015, nothing is legally stopping queerness and queer people from existing. in this, though, comes one realization: nothing is legally stopping people from hating, oppressing, fearing and dehumanizing queerness and queer people.

this is a very long, drawn out way of saying Love, Simon (and, more broadly, queer love stories in big name pop culture) is important because it’s not about this kid’s horrible experiences of being gay and how he had to fight tooth and nail and work from the ground up to become a person who’s more than just gay. instead, it’s a story about a kid who’s homophobic backstory is a minuscule detail in his character because he is so much more than the kid who suffered; his character growth isn’t going from hating himself to tolerance, it went from tolerance to LOVE and ACCEPTANCE. his story is so important because it normalizes the way gay kids feel, just like other cliche teen romances normalize the way straight kids feel. it’s just like any other romance movie except that he’s GAY and that one little detail changes so much about him as a person. his story isn’t just about being gay, it’s about finding love, and he happens to be gay; his character growth is about accepting his sexuality and being proud of his differences; he teaches others to also be proud of who they are and to never shy away from using their voice because if you don’t, who will? Love, Simon, and other stories like it (Alex Strangelove, Leah on the Offbeat, Will Grayson Will Grayson, etc) are important because they’re not just about being gay, they’re about being gay and FALLING IN LOVE! and isn’t that just so beautiful?

this was a very drawn out blog post for such a short ending but i am very excited to write better things as time goes on. i just hope you all see how important this story was for ME. his coming out was such a strong scene but such a small part of who he is; he isn’t just the gay kid. he’s the gay kid who lives for theatre and likes oreos and cute boys who make him tongue tied at football games and he thinks ferris wheels and emails are the epitome of teen romance and he drinks iced coffee and he’s a hufflepuff and he’s more important than his coming out story. but with all of that, all of those beautiful wonderful details about him (his iced coffee, his harry potter fanaticism, etc) not once is his identity as gay erased, and that’s much much rarer than so many people realize. after centuries of not only fear but also hiding...i don’t know, i just think everyone should watch Love, Simon and then try to tell me it wasn’t the sweetest gosh darn movie ever.

and that’s me, signing off for the FIRST TIME in this blog. who knows, maybe i’ll actually keep up with this?

[agonizingjest]

The Tellstales Heart - E.A. Poe Parody

Yes, I’m annoyed. Ridiculously annoyed I had been, and still am; but mad, you say? You’d think putting up with those terrible stories would dull my senses to reality, but no -- rather, it has destroyed my imagination. Above all, it destroyed my ability to think about anything decent. As a philosophy major, I have considered heaven and earth. I have thought of hell, but those tales put me through it. Listen! I’m going to tell you what happened, and it’s going to have an actual damn POINT to it.

It’s not easy to put into words how the idea first entered my mind; but once I thought it, I could think of nothing else. There was nothing I wanted, I couldn’t feel anymore. Sure, I loved the old geezer. He had been a nice enough fellow. He’d always been supportive. He didn’t have money, and if he had, I wouldn’t have wanted it. It was his storytelling! Yup, definitely that. He had the wit of a goat -- his stories were drawn out, his characters were flat, his grammar was atrocious, and his plots, oh don’t even get me started on his ambiguous, dry, tangled, boring plots! Whenever he would start telling me a tale, I would have to zone out for hours; and then -- over time -- I decided that I had to kill him, to put an end to his rancid taste in words.

So here’s what I’m getting at. You think I’m crazy. Insane, out of my mind. But you should have heard what I had to put up with. You should have witnessed how well I tuned out that blathering idiot -- how hard I worked to stay awake through his -- how tough--how immensely difficult it was to pull this off. I was so patient with the old fart and his awful stories for the whole week before I finally shut him up. Every night, from around eight until midnight, I’d sit next to his bed and let him disappoint me with his flat works of fiction. Then, after he’d finished his tale of an orphaned boy who lost his parents to a murderous pyromaniac and went on to become the world’s fastest swimmer after having given up at becoming a figure skater, or the tale of a mouse who befriended a cat and travelled across the Great Wall of China in a post-apocalyptic world in search of the last samurai in order to -- well, you get the point. I let him tell me these tales and I pretended, with oh such difficulty, to enjoy them, and over time, I even started to act them out as he told them. Oh, you would have laughed to see how I acted out a little girl who found a lost, rusty bicycle and rode it every day until she was an old, decrepit woman, and was seen by a handsome young prince who claimed it was his when he was a child (which, yes, I already know doesn’t make sense in terms of how time works) and who married her for finding his lost childhood bike and his magic kiss turned her young again. It was awful. Yet, I acted every step out, fooling the old man into thinking I was just so caught up in his tales that I couldn’t help but to react in such a jolly way. It took hours of sweat and misplaced modifiers and lack of originality and gaping plot holes to convince the guy I was actually enjoying it. Ha! Anybody with a mind less keen than my own would have cracked under the pressure, if not the appalling prose. And every night, every night after being afflicted with awful anecdotes, after the old fart talked himself tired, he would take his book (self printed, of course, since not the most desperate of publishers would dare touch his work), tuck it under his pillow, and snore, unaware of his disgrace, his lack of attention to detail or originality, his non sequiturs and nasty narratives. For seven long nights I listened to his crap, and it was impossible to do the work; see, it wasn't the old man himself that vexed me, but his stories, his words, his evil writings.

And so, after every night of this nonsense, as he slept, I crept back into his room and slithered toward his bed. I slid his book out from under the pillow and cautiously, oh so cautiously (for the book sleeve crumpled) -- scribbled out the pages with a marker, one by one, ever so slowly, to seal those lousy words from innocent eyes. I did this for seven long nights -- there were a lot of pages, you see. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into his room, spoke to him in a courageous manner, calling him by name in a tone so hearty, and inquiring as to whether he dreamt any dreams -- boorish cliches of dreams, no doubt, if a mind so simple as his could dream even any dreams. So you see he would have been a very profound old coot, indeed, to suspect that every night, at the witching hour, I looked upon him with hatred while I destroyed his work. But he had committed them all to memory, his horrible stories, and never did see the inside of that hardcover monstrosity.

On the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than mine did. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers -- of my keen mental judgement. I could hardly contain my feelings of triumph. I had rid the world of his book. But in that triumph, I knew, with his book no longer readable, the tales he told existed in but one place, still looming over me. His mind. His dull, dreary mind. To think that there I was, opening his door, bit by bit, and he couldn’t even dream of my secret deeds or thoughts -- no, he definitely wasn’t creative enough for that. Which is why I had to snuff out that mundane mind. I chuckled lightly at the idea; and maybe he heard me, because he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (you see, he had blackout curtains, to block out the bright city lights), and so I knew that he couldn’t see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it, steadily, steadily. I had my head in, and was about to do the deed, when my thumb slipped from the handle and the doorknob clicked and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out -- “whoozit eh what?” I kept quite still, obviously, and said nothing. For a whole hour I didn’t move a muscle, but in the meantime I didn’t hear him lie back down. No, no, he was still sitting up in his bed, listening; just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to his damn crappy stories.

Suddenly I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror, not of pain or of grief. It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. The groan of a total wuss! I knew the sound well. Far too often, just after sunset, when all the world readied for sleep, it has swelled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terror of seeing that old codger walk toward me, book in hand, ready to lay upon he is ill-written words wrecked terror upon my mind. Oh yes, I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him -- although not really. Sorry not sorry and all that. Yes, I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. I knew his fears had been growing and growing ever since then. He’d been trying to imagine them as no cause for concern, but his imagination, weak as it was, could not do so. He was probably trying to say to himself -- “It’s nothing but the wind in the chimney, maybe a mouse on the floor. Or heck, maybe it was just a cricket that chirped, like, one time and one time only, right?” Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these thoughts; but he had found them all in vain. All in vain, because Death, in approaching him, had stalked his black shadow before him; death had enveloped him, the victim. And it was the mournful influence of that unperceived shadow of Death that caused the uncreative old man to feel -- though he had neither seen nor heard -- to feel the presence of my head within his room.

(Typical. Absolutely no skill when it comes to writing, but an acute spatial awareness of his surroundings. Gosh, this man choked me -- not, obviously, literally in the way I planned to choke him, but... well, you get the picture.)

Anyway, after I’d waited a long while, very patiently I might add, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to push open only slightly -- very, very slightly the corner of the curtain next to the door. So I pushed it aside -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until, at length a tiny ray of nighttime light pollution, like the thread of a… I don’t know, neon spider? (Ugh, his inability to create basic similes or metaphors is rubbing off on me.) Anyway, a tiny thread of light, just enough for my eyes to adjust and see his silhouette, fell upon him as he was -- I just cannot believe this -- writing. Yes, apparently I had been waiting there for hours, unmoving, barely breathing, thinking he was all paranoid and attentive, when really he was just night-writing. IN THE DARK! Who even does that? Jotting down ideas for his next incohesive instalment of story-time drudgery -- and I grew furious as I gazed upon the sight. I knew without a doubt he was coming up with a bunch of ridiculous ideas that have nothing to do with each other, his pen scribbling out more and more nonsense onto the page, a dull, blue-ink stream of terrible writing, the idea of which chilled the very marrow in my bones; it was all I could focus on, that damned pen in his damned hand, writing in that damned notebook, his damned awful ideas! And didn’t I mention to you that what you mistake for madness is merely over-awareness of this godawful writing? Yes, I majored in philosophy, but I also minored in creative writing, so it’s not just that I personally didn’t like his writing, but I knew, from a technical standpoint, that it wasn’t merely unenjoyable, but also just… just really, really bad! Now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull sound. Despite its softness, it was not unlike the deafening chirp of spring cicadas, enveloping the entire atmosphere for hours upon hours, in just a few moments of his mumblings. It was the old man muttering his ideas out loud as he wrote them, just as horrid in their first draft dribble dripping monotonously from his mouth as they become in their final draft. This heightened my rage as the dripping of a leaky faucet in an otherwise silent room drives a man’s mind to unrest.

But like, seriously, this guy’s prattling is way worse, because on top of his voice just sounding outright awful, there are the words -- which, by this point, I don’t have to tell you again are just -- oh but I will -- they’re the worst! The absolute worst!

But despite my inner turmoil, I refrained and kept still. I barely breathed. I stood motionless, steadily holding the curtain so as not to draw attention to myself, to burn into memory exactly where his pen was, how it slid on the paper, writing that filth, that garbage, as the hellish hand moved quicker and quicker, and his mumbling grew louder, yet more incomprehensible.

I continued to stay still, though. I didn’t move a muscle. I barely even breathed. Completely motionless. I was completely still. Through all that, the old man kept mumbling. In fact, he started mumbling faster. Like he was hoping writing some crap down on paper would calm him down or something, I guess; and apparently he can’t write without murmuring out loud to himself. His creative muscle, had he even one in his entire body, must have been straining. The scribbling of his pen grew faster. At such a pace, the flow and syntax of his words must have been extremely messy. And yet the ferocity of his writing grew harsher, I say, harsher every moment! -- I told you I was nervous, right? Well, I was. Still am. But seriously, at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of this old house, so annoying the noise that was his scribbling and mumbling excited me to uncontrollable irritation. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the mumbling and scribbling grew louder, louder! I thought he’d rip through the paper with how aggressively he was writing. And suddenly a new fear came up -- the fear of what another of those rancid stories being finished, being fully brought to reality, what it would do to my very soul. I was very much personally offended by how bad these were. Seriously. If you read one, you’d understand. But don’t. No, really, don’t read one. Don’t subject yourself to that type of torture. Trust me.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, the story. I couldn’t have him finish it. So then, I decided, the old man’s hour had come. With a loud yell, I threw open the door and leapt into the room. He shrieked once -- just once. In an instant, I ripped the writing utensils from his hand and dragged him to the floor, then suffocated him with his own pillow, keeping from him the air like he, with his horrid stories, had snuffed the light from my very soul. I smiled, knowing the mumbles I heard through the pillow must not have been the tellings of terrible tales, but the sounds of muffled terror. This didn’t vex me, because I couldn’t make out any poorly-chosen words; and, of course, because that’s totally what he gets for instilling within me the terror of both poetry and prose. For turning fiction into some sort of severe psychological torture. Seriously. Like bad-writing ptsd or something. I just can’t even. But, like all things, it eventually came to an end. The old fart was dead. I removed the pillow and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon his heart and held it there for a while. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His stories would bother me no more.

Look, if you still think I’m mad, you won’t think so after I tell you about all the wise precautions I took in concealing the body. The night went on, and I worked quickly, but silently. First things first, I dismembered the corpse. I removed the head and arms and legs. And to top it all off, I cut out his heart and stuffed it into his blabbering mouth. Eat your heart old, oh man. Hah! Then I took the book, that bloody awful book, and stuffed it into a bag with the head. Even with its pages unreadable, I wanted the damn thing out of my sight. Anyway, then I took up a few floorboards -- they’re mahogany, you know -- and stuff his, uh, parts, right under there. Then I replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatsoever. What, you think I don’t know how to lay out a tarp? Not to mention I used the tub. Anyway, when I was done all that, it was about four o’clock. Still dark. But then, right on the dot, just as the old grandfather clock chimed, there was a knocking at the door. Pretty coincidental timing, eh? I knew I was in the clear, so I went down and opened it with a light heart. Three cops. Apparently someone heard the old bugger’s shriek and called it in. Annoying. But hey, I had nothing to fear; like I said before, they couldn’t have found anything. I let them in, even though they didn’t have a warrant. No need to raise suspicion. I smiled and told them the shriek was mine -- night terrors. The old man, I said, was out of town. I gave them a once-over of the whole apartment, told them to check out whatever they wanted. Eventually, we got to the old man’s room. I showed them that all his stuff was undisturbed. Being a little overly enthusiastic, I must admit, in my confidence, I dragged in some chairs and told them to take a load off. I had the audacity of my perfect triumph to actually sit right on top of where I hid the old victim’s corpse. Yup, right there.

The cops were satisfied. I’d convinced them with my manners. I was completely at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted openly. But before long, I felt myself getting pale, and wanted them gone (ACAB, after all). I had a headache, and there was a ringing in my ears. Yet, still they sat and chatted away. The ringing got worse. It went on and one, louder and more distinct. I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling, but it continued and gained definiteness -- until, at length, I realized that the noise wasn’t in my ears. Now I was getting really pale -- I talked more fluently, and slightly louder. But the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was a low, dull, aggravating sound -- like the sound of neighbours chatting through poorly insulated walls. No, no, not neighbours chatting. That old man, telling his stories, reading them out from beyond the grave, through the floor. I gasped, but the officers didn’t hear it. I spoke more quickly -- more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I got up and started ranting about trifling things, high pitched and with passionate gestures; but the noise kept increasing. Why the heck wouldn’t it stop? I walked back and forth quickly, almost as if I was getting frustrated by the cops’ observations -- and that noise still kept getting louder. Oh gods! I could almost make out the words. I could almost visualize him writing out poorly planned passages right there in the space under us. What could I do? I ranted, raved, swore! I flipped over the damn chair I’d been sitting on, and grated it along the floor, but the noise was everywhere, continually getting louder and faster. Louder and louder and louder! And still, the cops chatted pleasantly, and smiled. How the heck couldn’t they hear it? No, wait. Yeah, of course they heard it! --They suspected! --They knew! --They were mocking me, making fun of my horror. I thought so and I still think so. But honestly, anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this mockery! I couldn’t take it anymore, those hypocritical smiles! I knew I had to say something or die! And now -- again! --listen! Louder! Louder! Louder!

“Villains!”I I shrieked, “enough of this sham! I admit it! --Tear up the planks! Here, here! --It is the bothersome blabbering of his hideous head!”

[mcjour]

so the other day was the anniversary of my friend’s death and i realized there was so much i didn’t process there like at all. 

i can barely even remember what our relationship was. he definitely wasn’t a close best friend or anything, at least. but the line between acquaintance and friend is blurred. like, i didn’t exactly hang out with him. but it’s not like i was really hanging out with anyone at that point lol.

so i see his closer friends (also my friends) post something on facebook sometimes and i am like huh am i entitled to that? was i close enough to him or would posting be attention seeking?

i mean there isn’t anything i need to post or anything but thought that was an interesting thought. especially knowing my friends who knew him really wouldn’t even be the type to gatekeep grief anyway but like i said just a thought

gosh i barely even remember him and that’s so awful. like the day i found out he died, we all posted about it and so my memories are only the ones i wrote down in that post. they were nice memories, but i hate that my brain has deleted so much of my life

anyway can’t believe it’s been 5 years!

i think about him a lot, actually. not all the time, but more than i would expect

one thing i thought about this week was how traumatizing finding out was. because we all found out through a mass email to the entire campus. heartbreaking, probably the worst way to find out. i don’t really blame the school for that or anything, it’s not like they have a roster of all your connections or anything lol. but that doesn’t make it any less sucky

i remember i was texting a friend and maybe she was the one to read the email first? but either way i remember us being like, hold on, are we reading this correctly? our friend had a decently common name, so on a large campus, could there have been someone else with his name? but no. he was ours.

i remember i was in the dining hall getting food right before work. i was in shock. i don’t remember if i cried then and there, but i definitely cried at work. i don’t really know why i didn;t just not go to work. probably i didn’t even know who i would talk to about it. besides, what else was i supposed to do? it’s not like there was a guide to how to react when you find out your friend is dead via campus email.

i remember walking to my dorm after my shift. for some reason i worked on the opposite side of campus than i lived lol. i was probably cold and tired and dirty and wet from working in the dish room. i was listening to music as i walked. as i walked up the steep hill (almost home!), the song lifegoeson by noah and the whale came on shuffle. there’s a verse about the singer’s “last night on earth” and having no regrets or something. and wow i think i probably just bawled right then and there knowing that it had literally been my friend’s last night on earth the night or 2 before. 

when you looked at his twitter, that night (or sometime in the days before), he had retweeted a bunch of tweets saying “i could really use a hug right now.” i don’t think i had seen it at the time, like i don’t think i used twitter every day or anything. but to look back at that is so stinging. like, one of those cliche moments wondering if you could go back into the past and change something. like if i had seen that and reached out to him, would he still be alive today? and really who knows. and who knows, maybe other friends DID see, and DID reach out. it’s not really something i spend a lot of time guilting over or anything. but it still is really something to look back at, the cries for help immortalized on the internet. 

his twitter account was later hacked and became like a porn bot account which was also just devastating. luckily i think those tweets got deleted, but the profile picture and the bio still remain. and his old tweets too, like i said. 

there’s also a message he sent me a few months before he died inviting me to a party, which was so kind. and literally the day before he died, he sent me a cat video. or maybe it was the night he died. the link is dead now, so i don’t remember what the video was. there’s no response. i don’t know if i ignored it or if i just didn’t check twitter. 

maybe he was trying to comfort us through his death. in retrospect, i guess i really was a friend if i was one of the people he reached out to in those final hours

his death was right before finals too. which meant we were all totally fucked, i was already tanking a lot of my classes as it already was. i ended up taking an incomplete in one and finishing the next semester. i am sure many of my friends were in similar boats. the friend who passed was actually about to graduate. he was 24. i must’ve been 19 at the time, almost 20. he seemed so much older. i am 24 now, so lol.

the reason i was struggling so much before this was that  my cat had died about a month prior. he was my entire world. 

i couldn’t imagine life without my cat. i can’t remember when i started feeling suicidal myself, but my friend’s death definitely exacerbated that feeling. i think i felt like he beat me to it. and i didn’t want people to think i was a copy cat either. but every time i cut through the fine arts center i’d stand and look over the edge and wonder if it was high enough. i really don’t think it was LOL. but i was in so much pain.

what helped was my advisor slash professor. i had emailed all my professors about the deaths just to give them a heads up if i was missing class or assignments or whatever. and i remember i typed something like sorry, i am just having a really shitty semester. and she replied and was like yeah no that’s an understatement. and she invited me to like hang out and chat and eat donuts and i felt super awkward and anxious about the whole thing but she was so kind and helped me get through some of the professor issues i was having. plus the donut. that ended up really jumpstarting our relationship and she was so important to my college career. 

i knew another person from that same group who also died. i was not as close to her, but was of course still sad to hear of her passing. and it really speaks to how trauma can kill you, i think. most college groups do not lose two people. while they are still in college. there’s a photo of us from a house party and it’s weird that there’s i don’t know 10, 15, 20 people in the photo and 2 of them are dead.

these are things that i haven’t told anybody. because who could i tell?

like i could talk about my friend with our mutual friends, and we did right after he passed and stuff but like at some point that ends. and then i’m not really in close contact with any of them anymore. i would be happy to talk to any of them, don’t get me wrong, but i’m not about to contact these people out of the blue.

and anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t know

and my cat too. i feel like that’s not as shareable of a grief. like society says that’s just a cat. and it was only a month after losing him that i lost my friend, so i was still grieving my cat when it happened. but now my friends all had their own grief and i didn’t want to divert the focus on my friend to be like hi i also am sad about my cat? that seems weird. the word that came to mind was selfish, and i don’t think that’s the correct word in this context. but it does just feel inappropriate.

then to go home at the end of the semester to an unsupportive household while weighted down by two huge deaths. i think i told my mom i wasn’t going to talk to her about my friend (what could i really say anyway). idk she’s the last place i would go for comfort.

and she made grieving the cat horrible. i don’t remember but i think she made it all about her somehow. like how she found the body and bla bla bla. i don’t remember.

the grief of both of these deaths has been bottled for 5 years.

something else i remembered: they set up group counseling for me and my friends. and so i went. i wasn’t too keen on counseling, but i think i was just in shock still and figured it would be good for me. and good to be with friends, whether for my sake or theirs.

so it was run by this lady. this horrible lady. the lady who sent me to the hospital for no fucking reason. so i was like holy fucking shit!!! but once again i think i was kinda in shock, like wtf was i supposed to do, just walk out and make a scene? so i sat there. and she sucked lol. i smiled at one point. i have no idea why i smiled. it was unconcious. maybe i remembered a happy memory, maybe it was just a nervous response who fucking knows. either way she called me out on it and was like why are you smiling? now i think it is rude in general to just call someone out like that LOL but this just so happened to be a very specific trigger of mine from high school days. so i think i literally ran out of the room. one of my friends followed me and talked with me out in the staircase. i know i didn’t go back, but i can’t remember if my friend went back or not. i think i felt bad having her comfort me over some dumb thing, instead of getting counseling herself, but she was definitely like nah that lady sucks. someone i think said the lady made a comment about me leaving too. idk. anyway she’s an ass.

unrelated, kinda, this lady taught the intro to social work class which i really wanted to take but i was like hell NO. luckily one semester they got someone else to teach it. it sucked in a totally different way LOL. 

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Tagged by @sl-walker​

A work that is one of your personal favorites: It’s “cliche” to say so, since it’s my most popular, but probably Say My Name. I’ll throw in my Bail and Han snippet for the heck of it though. :)

One that you’re neutral about or don’t like anymore: It’s awkward to say so, but the truth is that Just a Little of that Human Touch, Alderaanians Don’t Kill Spiders, and even Pull, Like A Magnet (Part 1) were all written when I was going through a rough time. Although the process of writing them was satisfying and even an escape, I was sad when I wrote them and sad when I published them, and unfortunately that does kind of “taint” them for me. It also makes them hard to revisit; I don't remember them as individual works so much as I remember how sad I felt when I wrote them, and when I think of them, I just feel an ache- even though that is no reflection on their actual content, style, etc. I will say though- comments on these works make them worth having written and remind me that these stories exist and have merit beyond that sadness. Please never feel like commenting on those works would bring me anything but joy and comfort.

Your favorite topic and/or aesthetic to work on: Oh, I don’t know. I don’t feel like I’ve been writing long enough to know this for sure! I like exploring different facets of what I consider to be a healthy, happy, and positive romantic relationship (or relationship that’s becoming romantic)- that drives some of my works and some of my (horribly neglected) WIPs for sure! But I also love some good, aching UST- or unresolve love tension even when there’s some sexual tension that’s, uh, being resolved? Is that a thing? No idea why that last bit interests me so much, but it certainly seems to. Anyway, that kind of aching, (not just sexual) desire-based fic is a lot of fun for me. Typically I think my works fall into one of those two categories because they are my favorite (with Human Touch maybe being a little bit of overlap, I’d like to think?).

The character or pairing that’s easiest to create for: I create almost exclusively for Han/Leia, and they’re certainly the easiest.

The character or pairing that you love to create for, regardless of difficulty:  Han/Leia are my favorite. :) Bail and Breha are harder, as I don’t know them that well, but that also makes me want to know them if that makes sense? Which is why I created for them that one time, and why I sometimes toy with the idea of creating more for them. 

A work that you wish had gotten more attention: This is hard to answer, because all of my work has gotten (from my perspective) such surprisingly wonderful attention (certainly more than I ever thought it would) and I’m so grateful for it. However, it was a rather different experience publishing a Bail x Breha fic, because the readership level is just not the same- which is fair! Still, for that reason, I might say No, I Won’t Be Afraid.

Among your WIPs or musings, what is taking most of your attention recently? Gosh, I haven’t been writing at all, lately, and I want to do all my WIPs. I have some romantic-ish fluff, some family fluff, need to get back to the smut of Pull.. and which one I wish I was focusing on depends on the day! But alas, real life has been too time-consuming lately. 

Something that took longer or was harder than expected to work on: Sometimes it seems like the “simpler” the work, the harder it is? My Valentine’s Day fic The Social Embodiment of Love and No, I Won’t Be Afraid were incredibly difficult I think in part because they don't have a really big “plot” and nothing really “happened” in them? They are just explorations of “what would this conversation be like?” And that’s always harder than I think it will be. 

Something that went faster or smoother than expected: Those same “later” works (Human Touch, Alderaanians Don’t Kill Spiders, Pull) all went faster and smoother than I expected. Don’t get me wrong, they could still be agonizing and they took a great deal of time- but they “felt” much more like I could actually write / there was more flow and fewer roadblocks?

What you would like to improve on: I am not sure! Again, my last works have been kind of a blur so I don’t even feel like I know really “where I’m at right now,” nor do I have a good sense of my weaknesses. 

I do wish I had the power and/or discipline to write short snippets. 

Something you’re proud of about your style: I’m interested in exploring the characters kind of for their own sake? Plot is fun, but it doesn’t matter to me as much as how it opens up windows into the characters.  I don’t really feel I’ve adequately expressed what I mean, but I don’t know what else to say beyond that.

Tagging @organanation, @otterandterrier, @lajulie24, @inelegantprose, @mary-twig, @jediofgrace, @ashlynncoy, AND ABSOLUTELY ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS! :) ( @madame-alexandra I know you don’t usually do this kind of thing but I’m tagging you just in case.)

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Archive Project - February 8, 2014 - The LEGO Movie Review

The LEGO Movie, 2014.Phil Lord and Chris Miller 100 Minutes Watch the Trailer Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ_JOBCLF-I ————————————————————————————————————————— ————————————————————————————————————————— From the minds that brought you Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and 21 Jumpstreet comes a movie about LEGOs! If that doesn't sound interesting I don't know what does. When I first heard about this movie I was very very suspicious about how it might turn out. It sounded like a cash grab movie designed to ring in the LEGO brand name. Really, it had a lot going against it. The 2D showing at the Cinemark Tinsletown sold out and I was FORCED to see it in horrible horrible 3D in a crowded, loud theater full of screaming children. I lost my favorite earmuffs in the auditorium, the trailers and sneak peeks really really REALLY sucked, and overall I was kinda sour. So how was it? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………….. …I mean… holy crap…. ……………………………. This is a best Animated movie to come out since Frozen. This is the best new movie to premiere in 2014. I really don't know where to start on this… I guess i'll start with the story. The story revolves around an average joe named Emmet. He is average in every sense of the word. But one day he discovers that he is The Special, a prophesied hero that will defend the Evil Lord Business and stop his plan to destroy the world. If this sound cliche, its because the story is horribly cliche. Its the same hero's journey arc that gets recycled through Hollywood in everything from Star Wars to Lord of the Rings. THAT BEING SAID. The way the story played out worked really well! It kinda transcended it's own inspiration. By the third act, if you haven't already been sucked into the movie by numerous, highly enjoyable, pop culture cameos, a series of escalating plot twists take the movie and shift it into a drastically different and highly emotional direction. If a good story was enough, the technical aspects were also really good! The animation, voice acting and writing behind this were all really top notch! The animation succeeds in capturing the aesthetic of a LEGO Stop Motion Animation in glorious CGI. The numerous big name voice actors like Will Ferrell, Morgon Freeman and Liam Neeson all do fantastic jobs in their roles with lessor known voice actors taking the other roles and doing just as good a job. And the writing… to quote somebody: "it made me laugh.. it made me cry.." The movie balanced very funny scenes with touchingly sad, emotional scenes that tug at the heartstrings. And I really can't avoid talking about the Batman appearance in this review. He's played by Will Arnett who doesn't an amazing job with the role, which pretty much plays into one of the movies more subtextual themes. His persona is a parody of the SUPER SERIOUS I AM THE GOSH DARN BATMAN.. thing.. that has been coming up in popular culture a lot lately. Unlike the normal heroic persona, Batman in this movie is kind of a jerk. He's stuck up, rude, brooding and much more unpleasant than the rest of the cast. While the central theme.. is kinda somewhat a spoiler that I will tastefully leave out, the underlying theme  mocks Hollywood's obsession with making Big Budget Toy Commercial movies like Transformers. I'm either over and under analyzing this, but Bob Chipman on The Escapist put it to words better than I can. Link is below.     Really though the movie only begs 1 significant question... HOW THE FRICK DID THEY GET AWAY WITH THIS???? All the cameos, self parody and almost criticism over commercialism, etc… How did the LEGO Corporation allow Warner Bros to take such a huge gamble when this could have fizzled out and failed so  easily.   The LEGO Movie is terrific! It's one of the best movies you can see in theaters right now and probably will hold that position for the next month quite possibly is Robocop fails as hard as i'm expecting it too. I'm definitely down for seeing it again at least once before it leaves theaters and i'm definitely looking forward to picking up the blu-ray five months from now! I highly recommend this movie!! *However I also highly recommend you wait to see it. As I mentioned at the beginning, this movie is highly popular with little kids. The theater I saw it at was selling out seats half an hour before each showing and each showing was loud and annoying. If you absolutely have to go see it right now, get there early and may God have mercy on your soul.. ————————————————————————————————————————— ————————————————————————————————————————— Thank you for reading! Live long and prosper! "Moviebob" Bob Chipman http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/escape-to-the-movies/8771-The-Lego-Movie?utm_source=latest&utm_medium=index_carousel&utm_campaign=all 1 CommentLikeCommentShare

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cobblestones : modern prince! hyunjin - [part 4]

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hi pals i’m so sorry this is super duper so late! i hope the amount of you x hyunjin having a date hangout in paris makes up for it 

a/n: we mention got7 (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* (also my fave is jinyoung let’s discuss) 

w/c: ~1500

pairings: hwang hyunjin x reader

description: spend your day inside the palace or go on a day trip to paris? if only it wasn’t for your super rude but sometimes nice handsome enemy ,,

alright fam

first order of business

you’ve had a night to mull over your conversation with yeji

so what’s up with these feelings for felix????

haha FEEEELix

like sure felix is a cool dude and all

but logically,,,

your stay in london is only for so long

and then it’s back to reality

so can you really afford these feelings right now?

logically, no

but honestly

can you really help it?

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“morning y/n! you’re up early today”

“morning felix! what’s your plans for the day?

“ah i have some things i have to finish up with my mother and yeji so unfortunately i won’t be able to go outside for long,, what about you?”

“ah you and yeji? then i’m not sure,,, any suggestions?

“how about a day trip to paris?”

“you’re kidding right. with what money? and with wHO?

“felix! y/n! how are you this lovely morning??” hyunjin says sweetly

“...you’ll go with hyunjin!”

“WHAT” you say while hyunjin simultaneously asks “oooh go where?”

“no way!!! this is supposed to be a relaxing trip!! i CAN’T go with hyunjin”

“ouch! my feelings!”

“come on y/n! you can spend time with hyunjin and realize that he’s not that awful!

“what do you mean i’m not that awful i’m not awful AT ALL” hyunjin says, hand over heart, like he was very very hurt by your words

“i can barely spend five minutes with him, let alone the WHOLE DAY” you exasperate 

“come on y/n, just spend the day with him,, please? for me?” felix says

“ugh fine,,, don’t make me regret this” you sigh, pointing at hyunjin

gasp “i would never!”

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you guys board the train from london to paris

so here’s what you were expecting

more like hoping

hyunjin shuts up and you put your earphones on and crank the volume up while you emotionally prepare for the day

you unconciously start humming and next thing you know..

“got7?”

........ that’s something you weren’t expecting

“...yes..”

“I LOVE GOT7!”

that’s

uh

“no way.. me too..”

“my favorite is jinyoung!” he excitedly shouts

alert alert alert

this hyunjin is scary

scary because he’s actually likeable

“my favorite is jinyoung!!”

“i met him one time, pretty cool dude”

“of course you did ,,”

“what can i say?? being the prince has it’s perks!”

you roll your eyes as you say “of course it does”

that ends your conversation, and surprisingly! it ends in a comfortable silence

wait omg

is this??

your first civil conversation with hyunjin?

and it was actually nice?

huh

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the 2 hr trip from london to paris wasn’t THAT horrible

you and hyunjin shared the snacks that you guys brought on the train

“oh my ,, snacks? you can’t last two hours without eating something?’

“HEY don’t make fun of me and my snacks”

and like there was SNACKS you weren’t about to NOT eat them

“hey you got a little dirt on your face” hyunjin says

“wHERE”

“right ..... there” he says as he points to your whole face

(╬ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ)

but you also learned more about him

“let’s play 20 questions!” you ask

“..... .. .... ookay”

“no seriously! it’ll be fun!”

whatever you say princess”

“... cats or dogs”

“dogs!”

“okay your turn to ask me a question”

“what? no i don’t care enough”

“WOW OUCH and of course you do i’m some pretty foreigner if i remember you saying that to felix the first time we formally met”

“pretty? more like petty” you hear him mutter

“HEY”

soon enough, you guys arrive in paris

and you’re basically jumping in your seat 

“woah dude calm down”

“don’t dude me i’m EXCITED”

“ook well ms. excited what do you want to do first”

“wow! hyunjin being considerate and asking what I wanna do FIRST?”

“oh shush i was nice during that train ride”

“well you were nicer than normal but anyways i wanna go to the louvre!”

“woah seriously? taste”

and with that said, you and hyunjin make you way toward the louvre

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“WOAH THIS IS MASSIVE”

“duh haven’t you seen pictures of the louvre”

“well yeah but i always thought it was just the glass triangle in the front”

“... you dummy”

you and hyunjin spend about two hours at the louvre,, but that still wasn’t enough

“but hyunjin!!! there’s still so much to see!”

“you do know it’s literally IMPOSSIBLE to see the all the louvre in one day”

“but i wanna see that psyche sculpture!”

“alright you greek mythology nerd let’s go see it and we have places to go and people to meet!”

next, you guys stop for coffee and lunch because ya’ll needed to recharge for the day ahead of you

“wow coffee on cobblestone streets! believe it or not a lifelong dream of mine” you say

“.. that’s a fairly easy dream to achieve”

“no! it’s not! （╬ಠ益ಠ)”

the day is... weirdly going by super fast?

but you’re having fun? 

what is this sorcery

there has to be something in the paris air

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also..

what’s a staple in france?

that’s right

berets and baguettes

and you, being a typical tourist

drag hyunjin from store to store demanding that you guys buy berets

yknow, to commemorate the day!

you guys try to find the funniest berets you can find

and let me tell you

they make some funny ones in paris

so the afternoon was filled with silly pictures and laughs that you shared with 

none other than

the “devil” himself

hwang hyunjin

sadly (???? were you actually enjoying your day?) , your day has come to an end 

you and hyunjin decide to end your day by strolling through the jardin des tuileries

“... so you like felix huh..”

..... oh

yeah 

right 

you forgot your feelings (you’re confused huh) for felix was a thing

“i .. don’t know.. to be honest no one was really interested in me back home so i’m not sure how ““““feelings”“““ are supposed to work”

“hmmm interesting,, well they missed out on getting to know you for what my opinions worth”

“wow that’s the first nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“yeah yeah whatever”

it was actually really nice having hyunjin as company

“come on,” he states, “we have one more stop”

“what??? but i’m TIRED”

“it’ll be worth it!!”

so hyunjin drags you to the eiffel tower

and you guys walk to the top

and it’s night

and so pretty

almost as pretty as him

“i thought the eiffel tower closed already?”

“being a prince has it’s perks”

“you got me there”

as you look out on the streets of paris

you can’t help but ask

“so... i shared my hopes and dreams... what’s yours?”

“..... to be normal”

“wow the prince wants to be normal? what a cliche! didn’t you just say being a prince has it’s perks?”

“it’s true! the cons DEFINITELY outweigh the perks! all the responsibility that they put on me?? crazy stuff”

“okay mister i hate responsibility what would you want to instead?”

 you’ve never seen hyunjin more in thought that he looked right now

“to be honest? a dancer”

“really now?”

“i guess”

“would have never taken you as a dancer”

“i guess i’ll just have to show you sometime”

you’re both tired

visibly

you can see it on each other’s faces

so you make your way back to the train station

in a nice, calming silence

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“oh my gosh they’re so cute”

you hear squealing from the seat behind you

why tf are they so loud

as you slowly open your eyes

you realize you’re on a shoulder?

BUT WHO’S SHOULDER

but then you realize

you literally only came here with one person

prince hwang hyunjin

you’re PRETTY sure he’s sleeping so 

being the considerate human you are

you don’t move your head

BUT then all the events of the past hour replayed in your head

to be fair

you were a very tired bean at this point

you’re surprised you even made it to the train without passing out

“agh my airpods died” hyunjin sighs

“rich people problems am i right”

“hey let me share with you”

“what no get your own”

“silly they died remember”

“... ughh fine since you were so nice to me this trip” you say as you pull an earbud out

“thanks princess”

“shh stop calling me that”

“ooo why not that’s what you are”

“it makes me feel funny inside” you say as you slowly fall asleep

at this point you MENTALLY facepalm

you really JUST said that 

“you’re so cute”

“shhhut up let me sleep”

then you hear the girl behind you say

“she’s laying on his shoulder and he’s laying on her head AND they’re sharing earphones! that’s so CUTE”

and that’s the last thing you hear before you let sleep take over you once again

a/n: and this is the end of part 4! hopefully 5 won’t take too long! thanK YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR SUPPORT