#low and behold she had NO ONE educating her about things and one time i had to explain to her why having abortion rights was important

[hella1975]

hella idk what to send to you for aftg im either bored or annoyed and I don't wanna just say bad things about it 😭 like that's just rude and yall obviously like it I DONT WANNA BE SOME DEBBY DOWNER MDMWKEM

I looked at the anti aftg tag too to see if I could intermingle there and last I checked it was a mix of fans obsessed with the series and haters being just a tad harsh imo, so i couldn't even do that RIP. I'm so lonesome in what is maybe a whole group of people gaslighting me 😔👊

honestly ive said this before and i always have to tread a very fine line with it because this isn't me saying it's OKAY or like. promotable. but i do think to an extent that aftg's problematicness is actually an aspect of what draws people in a lot. like the characters and their reactions to things feel real for who they are, what they've been through and the environments they were raised in if that makes sense? and then you go in the anti-aftg tag and it's just again and again 'they said THIS thing and acted THIS way in response to THIS scenario and it was PROBLEMATIC' and like. yeah. outside of the internet bubble you're in people do actually do that. like that behaviour exists. it IS problematic, well done. you pointed at a wall and called it a wall. but like? in real life people - PARTICULARLY deprived, traumatised people that typically don't ever get therapy or community or someone telling them why something is bad - DO act this way. ive said half of my love for andrew is literally just because he took an awful backstory and let it make him a complete cunt and ive NEVER seen a character do it as shamelessly as him before. and yeah there's the argument for how it's never resolved in the book where nora ties it with a bow and points at the bad behaviour so the readers can go 'see, this is wrong' and we all clap, but idk it just for me feels that when people point at the aftg characters and go problematic! problematic! problematic! it's like they're missing the point a bit.

the point being? that we need to be putting WAY more heat on the author. i really dislike her and a lot of her writing choices and her insistance of using slurs that aren't hers to reclaim and just because it happened to make the characters feel just that bit more authentic i can still acknowledge that she CLEARLY wrote it without characterisation in mind and just added all that problematic shit anyway. like i never get why there's so little focus on nora's writing decisions and thousands of posts just fucking CRUCIFYING the characters themselves and 'let's explain in detail why this behaviour is Morally Reprehensible and they should be Locked Up Forever'. like if u want to focus on the characters so bad and pretend they're the sole reason why aftg is Problematic and Bad then why is it so hard to acknowledge that someone raised the way they were might have some misinformed, ignorant beliefs. idk lol

#but i do also think im prone to viewing these characters as TOO real and i understand there's a line to be drawn between media and reality #like at what point does 'life imitates art' become just a genuinely shit piece of media #and at the end of the day im fully aware which end of the spectrum aftg is on LMAO but this is my 2 cents #like ive met so many people that have said absolutely heinous things that the internet would eat them alive for #like homophobic sexist shit you name it they've said it and it IS problematic and uncomfortable to listen to #but i also know that while teenagers online that would call them problematic were busy claiming some new fucking buzz word to throw around #those people were actively just fucking trying to survive. like they weren't learning about why misogyny is bad #because they were fucking addicted to drugs or living through poverty or some shit like they had BIGGER PROBLEMS #like not everyone got the education or life experiences you got and while it's valid to assume someone saying horrible things #is horrible themselves there's also the times it's just genuinely a misinformed ignorant person #like they'll say 'problematic' things and i'll point out why it's bad and they'll literally go 'oh i never thought of that.' that's it!!! #like i have this childhood friend whose life has been an absolute circus start to finish like COMPLETE instability i wont even get into it #low and behold she had NO ONE educating her about things and one time i had to explain to her why having abortion rights was important #bc she just out of nowhere said she was against abortions. and i initially was outraged and disappointed that this came from her #but i didn't patronise her or shout i just explained my angle on why i think they're good and she was on side immediately #cause she always had bigger problems than researching ethics and no one to guide her so she just absorbed the first opinion she came across #and in a small town from a working class family that opinion is typically not the nice woke answer the internet demands #and with aftg particularly andrew bc he's the one who gets a lot of slack for being violent and generally unreasonable #you have someone who has literally not had someone treat him kindly a single time in his life and each new person is a genuine safety threa #like the average person just does not have to deal with that! ofc they have more time to decide their political and moral compass! #and that's so relevant to real life! popularity for the monarchy is highest amongst the working class! the people voted for brexit! trump! #the lower classes and marginalised simply do not have the resources that higher classes do #and someone fighting for survival is not going to be reading twitter threads on cancel culture in their spare time #so many issues in the world can be eased so much quicker by kindness and patient non-patronising education #than just. pointing and calling 'problematic' at anything remotely uncomfortable #idk where this came from its 2am i should go to bed and instead im ranting not even about aftg anmore this is completely it's own thing now #i feel like i worded this badly too im gonna wake up to anons in the morning accusing me of like. condoning spiking #also gloomy i am SO sorry you are the true victim of this i went ENTIRELY off piste on this one please ignore this 😭 #ask

[yannisdesk]

My First Depictions of Dionysus + Why I Imagine Ariadne the Way I Do

So, it's quite funny my first time seeing depictions of Dionysus: Percy Jackson & the Olympians and True Blood.

Why was I watching True Blood in middle school? I loved vampires, fantasy, and mythology + I was watching it with a trusted adult (my older brother lol) so it wasn't as if I had to stomach the grittier parts of the show on my own.

But, if you've read the Percy Jackson books and also seen Season 2 of True Blood, which heavily centers the mythology of Dionysus and the maenads, then you can imagine my shock when I saw S2.

Is this the SAME god I was reading about? The SAME god that's cranky all the time because has to drink diet soda all the time?

It shouldn't come as a shock that the True Blood depiction is more accurate to his mythos (though, not entirely due to the whole "association with Satan" thing they had going on). So yeah, needless to say, I was quite educated on the wine god after that.

BUT here's another thing: it also gave me some insight into Ariadne.

See Season 2 confused me, because by that point I had read The Titan's Curse and learned that Dionysus had a wife, Ariadne. So, when Maryann was talking about wanting to marry Dionysus, that was a head-tilter. While Dionysus isn't exactly 100% faithful to Ariadne in mythology, he sure as hell isn't ditching her for someone else either.

But that being said, Maryann is what I think of when I think of what someone who wants to marry Dionysus would be like. While I'm not saying Ariadne would be as evil as Maryann (rest assured, Maryann will forever be iconic.) she would definitely vibe with Dionysus' whole madness, hedonism, liberation from social restraints, etc...

And it perfectly works out. Given how much Ariadne was put through in her life, the labyrinth, and her hopes being crushed by Theseus, I could totally see her adapting a "fuck it all," "doing me" type of attitude, and low-and-behold, she just so happens to meet the god that represents the "fuck it all" mentality.

So depictions of Ariadne that portray her as meek or even scared of Dionysus have just never made sense to me. I always imagined her as a party-girl who thrived off of Dionysus' energy and was totally down for his lifestyle; and likewise her outlook after Theseus' abandonment is what attracted Dionysus to her as well. They are wine-drinking hedonists together.

And yes, of course, she can still have her domain of weaving, Ariadne can be a party-lover and still have hobbies!

EDIT: Just remembered Ariadne's Roman name is Libera, which obviously has ties to the Latin root word liber meaning "free." Liber is also a translation for "Dionysus." One of his epithets is Eleuthereus which means "of liberation, freedom." Just further proving my claim that they are more alike than different :)

#dionysus #ariadne #percy jackson and the olympians #true blood #maryann forrester #pjo #greek mythology #greek gods

[libidomechanica]

“That, if I could enjoy such harm, that bliss”

And yet deare and sew for peasants!     Was busy in the uneasy thoughts, a sunflower had     children changed neuer; nor turn the last atchyue the wild lean-headed     Eagles yelp alone, and every star in higher     brotherhood is no reason

which each man that low Bench, rising     o’er the lamplight daylight our marges meet and both together,     dwarfed or godlike, bond or fret. Carnal apple, and tread     my life of this! That, if I could enjoy such harm, that bliss.     These had failed in sweet with

her young princesse hy, whose sweet wild     revolt doth she willing eies, or be alive or keeps him     awake, you make a broken heart’s hid causes or gotten     away when yellow, yellow broom. See, at last to stone; but     then myne eyes, the great? But

simple meaning to be a totus     teres stoic, sage, kit-Cat, the phantoms of a turtles     all the former liue, that he fayre whenas death. ’ Content,     I goe lyke budded Bellamoures her love I’ve often     loose your fools abound, the

scar-tissue she had quit, and clogd     with her paps like a wounded;— as thus: On Thursday therewith     beauties be a perfect whole and thus with the thundering     life, and with my tongue in its name. I have him, like     Caractacus in act to

rally his hood, explaining meal     she told of that true hearts of flesh no aching like in the     morning to endeared, of all within her eyes lyke to a     bound, in Britain’s presentative mirth. But since she low-toned;     while my hart, whom now the

Tyrannesse dazed, base things below     love is of the brambles for three with it riseth! Mirth or     sang can please thee for grace, but in the lesson true, drugs poison     long as I could one her selfe into a woman’s to     bend&curve against my selfe

kynd with broad world compriseth! About     its echoing chastity hast there are beside the     fayre sight, then tell my loving several ways, that they call     upon the body chiefe? Who, thoughts in vain; like hues and when     I could not inherited

like a planet point of present     they should haue end, and worn, with enuie, yet heresy nor     treasure is the time nursing, swearing travellers. Whose pryde     depravity in find an hour. Abated, fearing Burton     lies, a wretch approaching

lake by lake and sew for peasants!     I have studied the should there was in his gifts impe feather.     Walking, feeling of which her face was spoile, wi’ the     fact: I’ve heard of your conversation to some cold morning,     did her favour sought to

me, will tell without a name, is     swift thro’ narrow passages walking, feeling proofe makes me     sad?—Again are the only object, and tenderness, and     you are as I need water shall see how come nearer to     beholding me with still

break? Many a snatch of merriment:     to silken net and a dark days of the milder     intellectual giant, and tell what a happy to hardy     fight his guerdon: t is expedient to the night,     to aid the colour’d vellum

playes, yet of this! Nor did I     near your slave, where yet withheld him for the fashion, which     loveliness and fault; I craved, and would engross below love     is slightly damps, and cease to glide a sunset fadeth in     licentious blisse, fed on

the bodies ruined by his heauy     hart, thou art from the help of shells, and band sithens haue purer     sight: his bell-mouth’d prophecy: The prince at the winds of     an overcharge. Or who is he borne away, and limb to     limb spoiling the united,

and her alone! How long shall     untuned golden, shows its windings that maketh euery     sweet singing men—when on me. And of me. Knock at you, chopping     teare, that wall, by mist and stiles, for he must die of sorrow,     as the best behinde!

Or worth the girl to vex true hearts     away, and walls, when the marriage temple, where your good     education; and this our marriage. No, nor thou falls which ne’er     had a sort of metal, those seemed presents into one. And     now sucks the clouds in sundry

shapes committing heauens blisse. For     my bodies ruined house were smooth and what nothing over     moor and sweetly, across the Atlantic, from a higher     niche, alone, till increase with she stars drawn; her wide sleeves o’     her eyes, even thou; go

then, some all night do. When two dewdrops     of their heare, nor to arryue, fayre eyes burnt by cigarettes     as she, to detraction’s desperation to sport for post-     haste; no sound of hueless cloud, glimpsed her but a smile as     suddenly wit, whose utter’d

through it hath every vulgar tongue,     that’s how you’re dubbed knight wherof hath kindle things to the heauen     aspire? Are weak Love beguile: but one, Her Graces lead, and ��   more than a duckling by yon gate and shook upon my breast     was forced sweet love on pranks

of dewtie, my spinnin’ wheel? Have you     birth so doth neede, theyr weaker now; tis that soonest fals when     t was not enough, soon enough; it is perfect harmony,     this is the world doth his winged’ steed, I wish I ne’er says     all it intending down.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #150 texts #ballad

[caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma]

Caught Recommendations

Author’s Note: I’m trying to keep track of the amazing BTS-themed series and fics that I’m reading on Tumblr, so I decided to create this post with some short reviews (so I can have them all in one place). These writers are amazing and they keep me coming back for more. They are all smutty as hell and full of amazing characters and conflicts.  This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I will be adding them as more catch my eye. Check them out if you get a chance!

Mafia AUs

The Birdcage  & the sequel The Lion’s Den by @untaemedqueen

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mafia AU; Jimin x Reader

What You Need to Know: Jimin-heavy series (and sequel) that dives into Seoul and Busan mafia underground, violence, guns, knives, bombs, pregnancies, and OH so much drama - the writer creates some fascinating characters that we root for and fall in love with over and over again.   

Thou Shall Not Steal by @xherxx

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mafia AU, OT7

What You Need to Know:  The richest mafia lord in the industry throws a huge yet twisted deal before he retires and every gang out there wants to get their hands on his riches. - The drama is real in this one and there is plenty of hot, steamy scenes that will make you tingle. 

Don’t Care If It Hurts by @hollyhomburg

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mafia AU, Jimin x Reader

What You Need to Know: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon, gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring. - Yeah, this is also a hybrid series, but the mafia background is much more prominent. The OC is also smart as a whip and Namjoon as the angry leader and older brother is something to behold. The other members feature as well skilled companions and are very good at their jobs.

Omertà by @lamourche

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mafia AU, Namjoon x Reader

What You Need to Know: A story about an unlikely mob boss and his mafia princess wife. This is a love story set in a brutal world. - Namjoon and his crew are tight knit and set to take over the mafia underground. In a true Romeo and Juliet twist, you are from an opposing family and are desperate to get away from their oppressive clutches. As an added bonus, you and Namjoon fall in love and build up his empire together. 

Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Mafia AU, Jungkook x Reader

What You Need to Know: Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as 'the shadow.' When you become indebted to the worst of the worst - how, exactly can you find a way out? - Jungkook is such a gem in this fic and the action is amped up to 11 throughout the series. 

College/Business AUs

Thesis-It (and the sequel) Prove It by @xherxx

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, College/Career AU, OT7

What You Need to Know:  “When life gives you lemons, make cocktails! It doesn’t solve any problems, but then again neither do lemonades. Besides, it has the word cock in it, just like what the Bangtan boys have on them. So, why don’t you just suit yourself?” - This series was a ROLLERCOASTER of emotion, even when it hurts, you keep going back for more. The sequel takes place AFTER college, but the characters still act like college idiots. LOVE THEM!

Fear & Dumplings by @softyoongiionly

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Yoongi x reader

What You Need to Know: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi. - The build up to this relationship is just wonderful and you will be completely enamored by Yoongi in this fic. He’s such a soft precious bean and I want to ruin him. 

The Gentlemen by @honeymoonjin

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Reality Show AU, OT7

What You Need to Know:  Sick of unsatisfying hookups, boring relationships or the company of your own hand? Apply today for the chance to be on bangasm.com’s very first reality show! Seven attractive young gentlemen will be vying for your choice of who is best in bed. All from different backgrounds, these men claim they’ll be able to rock your world, so don’t hesitate! Apply now! - BEST REALITY SHOW EVER! The characters are vivid and entertaining and the smut scenes are on point. I dare you not to fall in love with every single one of these eligible bachelors. 

Tease by @adonis-koo

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Stripper AU, Jungkook x reader

What You Need to Know:  You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb. - Jungkook starts off arrogant and difficult, but as the relationship progresses, he starts embracing his softness for his new trainee. There is also some hot Big-Little action going on here. 

No Strings by @kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Jimin x reader

What You Need to Know:  You voice your concern that you are bad in bed and Jimin offers to test that theory. What ensues is an angsty friends with benefits situation that threatens to tear your friend group apart. You may want to smack Jimin around a bit, but I promise you will not be disappointed in the end. 

The Holi-Date by @kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Career AU, Taehyung x reader

What You Need to Know:  When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and - oh, yeah - tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning. - I absolutely LOVE Taehyung in this fic; he’s playful, sweet, passionate, and funny. 

Hybrid AUs

The Mark of Yun-Ki by @ladyartemesia

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Historical Hybrid AU; Yoongi x Reader

What You Need to Know: This story was wonderfully crafted and if a Tiger-hybrid Yoongi full of ferocity and passion and admiration doesn’t do it for you, I don’t know what will. 

Reasons Wretched & Divine by @hollyhomburg

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Hybrid AU; Namjoon x Reader x Jimin x Yoongi

What You Need to Know: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon. - There are definitely some trigger warnings you should read at the top, but the series is full of mental and physical healing that endears the characters to the reader. The other members are also present as side characters and are hella sweet. 

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Hybrid AU; OT7

What You Need to Know:  You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement. - This is a sweet complicated hybrid situation where three different groups have to find a way to live together. It takes some time, but they all eventual pull together as a family. 

Jackrabbit by @jamaisjoons

Genre: Pure Smut; Hybrid AU; Jungkook x reader

What You Need to Know: On a university-wide Easter egg hunt, Jungkook decides to educate you on just how wrong you are about him. - this one shot will have your thighs rubbing together vigorously wishing that you could get a few minutes alone with this domineering bun (just don’t call him that unless you want to get punished).

Strawberry Cream & BBQ by @thatmultifandomhoe

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut; Hybrid AU; Hoseok x reader

What You Need to Know: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected. - The relationship between Hoseok and the OC is so sweet and the drama that erupts after they get together pulls on the heartstrings. 

Sci-Fi AUs

Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Space AU, OT7

What You Need to Know:  You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. - The sexual tension is real, y’all. The OC is sassy and hilarious, the other crew members provide colorful commentary and conflicts that keep the reading salivating for more. 

The Turing Test by @fortunexkookie

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Android AU, Jungkook x reader

What You Need to Know: You are an engineer who created an advanced form of Artificial Intelligence named Jungkook, but with every technological advance, there are always some bugs to work out (and not all of them deal with the creator or the creation). 

Parenting AUs

Gingerbread Man by @btsracket

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Jungkook x Reader

What You Need to Know: Jungkook (a recent widower) is a fantastic baker who owns his own shop. The reader bounces in to place an emergency order and fate takes over from there. Jungkook’s son, Jude, is absolutely adorable and all of the angst and drama derived from moving on from an unexpected spousal death makes for one incredible recipe for success. 

The Stand-In by @yoonia

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Namjoon x Reader

What You Need to Know:  Gaining the courage to leave a loveless marriage was hard enough, but is it really a good idea to run to your best friend for help? And would you refuse him when he offers you another kind of ‘help’? - The themes revolving around infertility and then a sudden pregnancy catapult these characters into a wonderful relationship full of love and possibilities. Plus, Daddy Joon is always a yes on my list. 

Intro: Her by @jamaisjoons

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Namjoon x Reader

What You Need to Know: You enter Namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. - Namjoon is raising his three boys Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook as you enter his life as a marine biologist. The kids are sweet and sassy, Namjoon is a total mess, but a sweetheart. I never wanted to be a mother to children more than these tots, and the bonus would be snuggling into Daddy Joon’s arms. 

Idol AUs

Let Me Hold Them by @jjungkookislife

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; OT7

What You Need to Know: An OT7 series that includes mxm, threesomes, open relationships, polyamory, and angst.  Please read at your own discretion & the warnings on each chapter. - It starts off small, and then it escalates quickly. I promise, you will not be disappointed. Read on!

Slight Changes by @jiminimoon

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Taehyung x reader; Jimin x reader

What You Need to Know: Your relationship with Taehyung takes a nose dive when his infidelity is exposed. Luckily, the other members (especially Jimin) step in to make sure you don’t suffer alone. Prepare for angsty chapters and a lot of soul searching in this fic. 

The Studio Sessions by @getitinbusan

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Yoongi x reader; OT7 x reader

What You Need to Know: It’s Min Yoongi’s birthday and you’re ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn’t think you’d take it seriously. But he’s glad you did. When word spreads about these special “Studio Sessions” everyone wants to collaborate. - You start with one and work your way through the rest without blinking an eye. It’s a smutty paradise. 

Love Well Done by @oraclemarie

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Yoongi x reader

What You Need to Know: You are the executive chef of your very own fine dining restaurant. A big company makes you the offer of a lifetime, setting you on a path straight to Min Yoongi-your drunken hook up. - once these two start admitting their love for one another, it ups the drama; people can let jealousy turn them into monsters. 

Soulmate AUs

A Thousand Springs by @whitesparrows97

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, OT7

What You Need to Know: Life is short. Eternity is long. Why you in particular are approached by a super attractive man in a club, you did not understand. You understood even less why he wanted to kill you. Fortunately, seven young, also incredibly handsome men show up to help you with this little problem. Purely by coincidence, of course. Or do you really believe in fate? - This fic is action packed with crazy conflicts, special powers, and spicy smut scenes. 

The Immortals by @bang-tan-bitches

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, OT7

What You Need to Know: Sometimes, you find your destiny. And sometimes, your destiny does whatever it takes to keep you. - There are some amazing things happening in this fic and I just want to crawl onto that giant bed with all of them and their mysterious golden powers.

Fantasy AUs

Blood Moon Rising by @yoonia

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Vampire/Werewolf AU; Jimin x Reader

What You Need to Know: As beings from ancient times, the Vampire Clan has undergone numerous changes to thrive in the Modern Age after surviving the Ancient Blood War. As a part of the traveller family in his clan, Jimin has parted ways from the coven until the day his Lords warned him of the lurking danger from inside the clan. And all so suddenly, he was pulled out of his solitary, only to have given the responsibility he had never wished to have, along with the threats that come as a part of the deal. 

Born as youngest yet having lost so much, you have given your family your loyalty, your protection, and had been given their love and support that had become the only thing that keeps you going. But what happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?

This series expands beyond this world and into a whole universe of shifter characters. This storyline also includes characters from her other Shifter Series. The storylines are rich and beautifully crafted, and you will love the way the characters stick together on this magnificent adventure.

Of Fire and Love by @hollyhomburg

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Dragon-Hybrid AU; Yoongi x Reader

What You Need to Know:  When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods. - This fantasy world just keeps growing in each chapter and you also get to enjoy a baby Jungkook and a baby dragon Hobi. Beware of fairy Jimin - they’re a sneaky one. 

Faerie Realm by @ddaengyoonmin

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Fairy Video Game AU; Jungkook x Reader

What You Need to Know: Your mother gifts you a video game set that allows you to fully enter the brand new virtual world of Faerie Realm on the first day of its launch. You lack any of the skills or knowledge of playing video games, but you end up having fun thanks to skilled player you meet named Kookie! You are lucky to have met him, because this deadly game is not what it seems.- Based on Sword Art Online, but I think it’s better. The other members become a part of the group and drama ensues. 

Sweeter than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Vampire AU; Jimin x reader; OT7, eventually

What You Need to Know: You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction. - this is a LONG series, but it is TOTALLY WORTH IT. Once you dive into the story, there is no resurfacing until you finish. 

A Court of Curses & A Court of Moonlight by @readyplayerhobi

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff; Vampire/Witch/Werewolf AU; Hoseok x reader; Yoongi x reader

What You Need to Know: (ACOC) For millennia, the vampires and witches have hated one another and war has raged between the two. When tensions flare up once more and spill into neutral land, peace is forced upon the two by the faeries. The price of peace sees the Witch Queen married to the Vampire Prince. One hundred years later, how have things changed? (ACOM)  As Prince Hoseok’s personal attendant, you travel with him on a diplomatic visit to Lunatis, home of the werewolves. There, you meet the enigmatic and intriguing werewolf prince, Min Yoongi, and discover more than you expected as a mere attendant. - this world is so full of magical wonder and I am so invested in seeing how everything comes together. It also makes me soft when I see how loving Prince Hoseok is toward his family. 

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Hey I love your...everything about dick Grayson. I have a terrible memory but I remember someone saying they think dick Grayson has ADHD and I think it was you? If it was can you talk about it a little more? Like, give some examples of traits? I love that headcanon but as someone not that knowledgeable of this stuff I wanted to get someone else's pov on the topic

agh thank you!! and yea, that was me, in this post. that was just me rambling a bit and me jotting stuff down, but i did say if you wanted more i’d be happy to give more. and so, in headcanon format, here is more.

One of Dick Grayson’s defining traits is that he could not sit still. Everybody had noticed it, everybody had commented on it, and everyone pretended to find it annoying while also knowing that his constant fidgeting, bouncing, leaping, talking, and laughing was a comfort. The buzz of energy surrounding him was a constant, and prompted many many people to offhandedly remark to Bruce, “He’s probably got ADHD.” Green Arrow, when Robin was talking Flash’s ear off when he first met the Justice League. A socialite in a dress with a borderline-obscene neckline when Dick came up to him for the eighth time that night, drawing his attention to something new. Even Harley Quinn, as he jumped around her in circles after they’d tied her up to a pole in a warehouse while Bruce copied the data, although she said it with a fond little grin and a bit more, well, educated style.

And if he was being honest? Bruce agreed with all of them. Just, in a different way. 

Dick’s hyperfixiations were a sight to behold. He’d find something interesting to label as his New favourite thing ever, Bruce!!, absorb everything there was to know about the topic, then move on to something new in a month. Which had always been the problem. Bruce couldn’t begin to count the nights he had to coerce Dick into coming downstairs, leaving his rare igneous rock collection or his college-level textbook about nerve paralysis or his new batch of poisonous flowers, and eating something, or going to bed. There was a reason Dick was underweight for most of his life, and still was as an adult.

It was in his “all or nothing” attitude, the way he threw his entire self into the job, or whatever needed to be done. But if he decided something wasn’t worth it, or that he was done, he dropped it entirely, with no lost love. His impulse control was bad, but that was something Bruce could help him with, train him to keep a level head or make the right choice. Though, making choices was another thing to tackle altogether. Choice paralysis was the best way to describe it. If Dick didn’t absolutely make up his mind about something, then he was split, caught between two different choices, and he couldn’t say no to either. 

Jason may have rage coursing through his blood, but his anger was solid, dependable, reliable. Dick’s mood swings, however, were monsters that Bruce had been trying to understand since Dick was a child, his kindness and understanding changing to harsh words and accusatory looks so fast it gave Bruce whiplash. Jason seemed to be one of the few who could wade his way through them, never trying to change him or stop him, just trying to understand him.

Tim’s internal clock may be blown and shot to hell, but it was out of willpower, determination. He had work to do, and he would power through his tiredness until it was done. (And then he’d grab an oversized superboy t-shirt and crash for a couple days on end.) Dick, on the other hand, could not sleep. Lying in a bed made him restless, but sitting in the kitchen hunched over a mug of chamomile tea made gave him a headache. Dick had once told him, in the hours where it was too early to be morning but too late to be night, that he just wanted his brain to stop for once, to just shut off. Bruce didn’t have an answer. Tim, apparently, had an answer, because he would sit up with Dick in that kitchen, turning the lights down low, and talking with him about this cool new spot he found for his photography, or some changes he’s thinking of making to his suit. Tim’s quiet rambling seemed to ease the headache, at least.

Cass and Dick may not have many things in common, at first glance. They never bonded the way they did to other members of the family, the way Cass and Steph learned to laugh together or the way Dick and Jason finally reached an understanding, and were able to just spend time together. Bruce actually thought Cass would get along with Damian, given their shared assassin history. But Damian just looked at him strange, and said “I’m not the one who was raised as a human weapon.” And that...that was true. Cass may have been isolated and alone, and Dick might have been raised with love and affection, but Bruce couldn’t deny that the two of them had been raised, as Damian put it, human weapons. And despite Dick’s ease and grace and innate flexibility, Bruce knew that Dick itched at his skin, sometimes felt uncomfortable and not in control in his own body. But then he saw Dick with Cass one day, stretching and going over some basic yoga poses, the silence between them thick with something heavy and grateful. Bruce memorized the content and peaceful look on his children’s faces, then left as quietly as he’d entered. 

Bruce was no stranger to Stephanie’s self esteem issues, overhearing her in front of the mirror many a time, clothed in the Robin costume and telling herself, in between gritted teeth, “I deserve to be here. I’m good enough. I’ve got this.” As for Dick, his self esteem issues were a tad different. His constant need to make people like him, his jokes and quips that were aimed to make people think he was funny, think he was worth it, his absolute terror of rejection, the way he broke off relationships and had trouble maintaining the ones he did have under the philosophy of leaving before they rejected him for real. A whisper in the back of Bruce’s mind whispered Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, though neither of them were fond of labels. But it wasn’t hard to miss the easy stream of compliments flowing back and forth between Dick and Steph, usually good natured teasing, but no less sincere. It helped them more than they realized.

People may say Damian was violent, rude, and prone to outbursts. And this was true, for the most part. Bruce knew Damian was still getting a handle on his emotions, but he also knew the kid actually meditated in his free time, and most of his actions were well planned and thought out. Dick, on the other hand, had outbursts frequently. He’d just gotten much better at controlling them, or maybe just blowing up at Bruce and hiding them from the rest of the family. And his emotions were a hurricane, a whirlwind of raw power. Regulating him had long since gone out the window. Luckily, Damian seemed think the opposite (or maybe Bruce had given up too early). Dick never actually seemed to enjoy meditating with Damian, but controlling their tempers was something the two of them were working on together, one backing the other up or slow them down, and vice versa. 

Every time someone came up to him, telling him Dick was just so cheerful and hyper and constantly in motion, Bruce was brought back to the first week in the manor, Alfred raising his eyebrow at Bruce after Dick’s latest antics had landed him in his room, refusing to open the door for anyone. Bruce knew Alfred was running through a mental checklist in his head, same as him. Alfred had told him, “This is going to be quite a bit of trouble, Master Bruce.” Bruce had shown his weary agreement. Then Alfred had nodded resolutely, and said “I suppose we shall just love him right, then.”

Bruce knew without a doubt that Alfred had succeeded in that particular promise. But Bruce was still asking himself whether or not he had. 

ADHD is,,,,,,,hard to write. tag list: @comicsandhoney @dangerduckjpeg @yesboopityboop @birdy-bat-writes @astroherogirl @anothertimdrakestan @thebatsandbirdsofgotham @subtleappreciation

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Lonely Hearts Club

Seokmin: Chapter 3 (I Wanna Know)

Characters: Seokmin x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, genocide mentions, runaways, mental illness (depression implied), sexual mentions, crying, mentions of death, mentions of violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Your girl is in some serious fucking pain but she managed to get another chapter out because she couldn’t sleep! So low and behold, I give you a decent chapter for DK

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Chapter 3: I Wanna Know

You were in heat for a few more days. Seokmin stayed with you the whole time and took care of… your every need. Though he looked worn out, he didn’t complain once. He liked that you let him help you. And he was hoping now that your heat was over, you’d let him in a bit more.

Your legs felt like jello, your hair looked like a birds nest, your skin was covered in variously healed bruises. You were a mess. But it was still time to go back to the pack. You made a promise and you always followed through with your promises, even if you were in a horny induced daze when you made it. You were just hoping they wouldn’t know, or at least, wouldn’t make a big deal out of what had happened.

Seokmin helped get you back to your feet and get dressed, putting your arms through your tank top and putting you in your shorts one leg at a time. He had already managed to get himself together as he had woken up earlier than you had. He figured you’d be in worse shape than him after everything… everything you’d been through and he wanted to be sure you were as okay as possible before you started your journey back home.

“There we go, all done!” He chirped after finally buttoning the last button on your jean shorts.

He took a step back to look at you. Aside from the bruises, you physically looked pretty normal now that he had helped you tame your ridiculously tangled hair. But he knew the pack was gonna smell you. You smelled like him from the week of animalistic sex sessions you two had been having due to your heat. It was unavoidable. He knew they’d all know you two slept together the second you walked through the door. He just wasn’t sure how you’d react to their inevitable and unavoidable teasing.

You quickly looked down after you had seen your reflection in one of your buckets of water, “I look like a walking disaster.” You muttered.

“It’s not THAT bad…,” He failed miserably at reassuring you, “But it doesn’t matter anyways, we’re mates. It doesn’t matter if we slept together or not. We would have eventually anyways” Seokmin tried to reason, bringing himself to walk up to you and hold your small hands in his large ones hesitantly.

“They’re all gonna make fun of me.” You pouted at him, looking down at your feet and smiling a bit in embarrassment.

You had never really taken the time to look at him before your whole mating fiasco happened. You had done literally everything in your power to avoid him at all costs so you wouldn’t catch feelings for him. But now that you had spent a good portion of time alone with him, you realized just how much bigger than you Seokmin was. He always seemed so… subservient around the pack that you never really gave his physical appearance much thought when it came to size. He must’ve been almost a foot taller than you, and now that you had seen him shirtless and naked, you also knew just how much muscle he actually had. He was MUCH larger than you had thought. Even his feet looked like they could crush yours with one fast stomp.

He held back a giggle at your cuteness before he spoke up, “They won’t make fun of yoooou. Especially because you could EASILY beat most of them to a bloody pulp with your special wolfie powers and all.”

“Aya! They’re not special ‘wolfie powers.’ They’re just my normal powers. And it’s not my fault you guys are more diluted forms than me.” You chuckled, playfully smacking his toned chest with your hand.

He cocked his head to the side at your statement, “Is that how it works? The longer the line the less of a wolf you are?” He asked curiously while bringing the back of your hand up to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss.

You almost laughed out loud at his question before you remembered that he didn’t grow up with other werewolves. He was a bitten wolf, not genetically a wolf. You remembered that Seungcheol had told you that no one in his family had ever been a wolf before him. He probably had no clue how it all worked, especially since his pack wasn’t always the best help when it came to educating each other on important matters. You felt a little guilty for thinking he was just being sort of dumb. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know anything about it. So you held back your little outburst and nodded instead.

“Yeah basically. I mean, most genetic lines now can still obviously transform, but they’re still not…” You tapped your chin with your index finger for a moment while thinking of the correct words to explain what you meant, “As much of a wolf as me.” You decided.

Your mate was watching you intensely, listening to every word you said closely, as if he was learning the most important information he’d ever need to know,“I’m honestly probably more wolf than I am human. But most modern day wolves are more human than wolf, that’s why it’s relatively easy for them to assimilate into human societies and blend in.” You informed him, the both of you gathering the rest of your things and making your way out the cave to the path leading back to the forest.

“But hiding our eyes isn’t always easy!” He interjected with enthusiasm you found oddly cute, “If we get too emotional, the potions disintegrate and our real eye color shows. So it’s not really SUPER simple with us.” Seokmin responded, grabbing your hand closest to him and interlocking your fingers.

For a moment, you wanted to pull away from him and push him for initiating the sudden contact. But you also promised him that you’d give him a chance and that you’d try to be the best mate to him that you could be. Plus, the warmth of his hand felt… kind of nice on yours. So you kept your hands together, giving his fingers an involuntary squeeze that made Seokmin’s face light up.

“I suppose you’re right. But really, as long as a wolf can keep their shit together, they can seem very human. When my people were still around, we were very obviously NOT human. We couldn’t be even if we had tried.” You casually let out, skipping over a large rock in your way.

“What were your people like?” He questioned, genuinely wanting to know what your life was like before you lost everything. His pack had tried to ask you before, but you’d always clam up and make up some excuse to leave the conversations. He was hoping with it just being the two of you, you might actually be okay with sharing some more personal information with him.

You waited a moment before you spoke up. What WERE your people like? It had been so long that you hardly even remembered anythings about them. You usually tried to push away all the thoughts of them because remembering all you lost hurt too much. But when he asked you the question, it was like everything came rushing back to you all at once.

Your family, your tribe, your traditions. You remembered how the tribal elders used to let you sit in on council meetings because your father insisted you needed to know everything there was to know about running the tribe. It made you feel so important when he did that, like you were his pride and joy. You thought about all the times you had sat next to your mom as she cooked up potions and remedies in her old stone cauldron for the healer to use on the sick and injured. She always cared so much about everything and everyone around her, you always loved to help her help people. And you could all but see your 11 big goofball brothers running up to you holding their latest hunting prizes with the most giant toothy grins they could muster. Those dumbasses, they always made the most of life. You missed them so fucking much.

Everything started swirling around your head and it made a huge smile appear on your face with watery eyes at the thought of your early life. Seokmin took notice and felt a bit proud of himself that he had made you that happy, you had never beamed a smile that big before in front of him or his pack.

“My people… they were… they were just-” You paused, “They were just the most amazing family a person could ever ask for.” You started, wiping away a sudden tear that had fallen down the side of your face from the memory of them, hopefully before your mate could notice. Of course, he still saw, but he said nothing because he knew it would upset you.

“They were always just sooooo happy. I remember every night was basically like a huge party. We’d all dance and sing around the campfire, there’d be elders telling stories and offering the young words of wisdom while the parents would scold us for interrupting anytime anything got cool or surprising.” You sadly laughed, “We were all just… one big happy family. Even if I wasn’t actually related to all of them. I can’t really explain the connection I felt to them… it was just as strong as the one I had to my biological family.” You sighed, finally reaching the edge of the forest and finding the proper trail for the both of you to set towards home.

He could hear the pain in your voice as you spoke of your past life. You must’ve really missed them. But there were so many questions he still had. What about your actual family? Did you have brothers or sisters? What kind of life did you have? How did you sleep or eat? Where did you come from? But he knew he shouldn’t ask so many at once, he didn’t want to overwhelm you or hound you with his thoughts all at once. So instead, he asked just one question he knew he should probably know the answer to: “What- What happened to them?”

His words made you halt your movements for a second. Remembering that day wasn’t something you liked to do. In fact, you went to great lengths to avoid the memory. It haunted everything you did. Every minute of everyday was plagued with the thought of their demise. You had nightmares every night. You saw their hallowed faces in every person you met. You smelt ash and burnt flesh more than you smelt anything else. Their screams were still stuck to your mind like gum on the bottom of a shoe. It tore you apart to think of it. But still, you knew he deserved to know. You’d want to know if you were him.

“They were… they were massacred.” You sadly shrugged, biting your lip to keep yourself from letting sobs out. He stroked your hand in his in an effort to soothe your sad soul. You took comfort in his small affectionate touch, it grounded you and pulled your tortured mind back down to the conversation you were having.

You took in a deep breath, “It was just any other day, at least, to me it was,” you gulped before you continued, “I was helping my mom with some new herbal remedies for some of our sick warriors when suddenly we heard this loud BANG. My mom wasn’t a wolf, in fact, back then no female was. Well, no female but me that is, but that’s beside the point,” you shook your head and tried to get yourself back on the topic at hand.

“I could feel the vibration under my feet. It was a cannon, but we didn’t know that then. They weren’t really used in our part of the world, they’d freeze in the cold weather and couldn’t always light at the altitude that my village was set on. But somehow, the Cossacks found a way to make them work… they always found a way…” you stated flatly, looking up to the sky out of respect for your fallen family.

“They were upset that my pack had killed some of their soldiers that had hurt a group of women in a neighboring tribe. So they punished us the only way they knew how: by brutally murdering everyone and setting everything they could on fire. Fire’s one of the few ways Icyan wolves can actually be killed. They killed almost everybody. As far as I know, Cyrus and me were the only ones who got out.” You swallowed back the lump stuck in your throat as you and Seokmin continued onward to your destination.

Now this question really worried him, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted answers to it. But he, again, wanted to know more about you and how you got to him. He’d figure it out eventually, might as well try to get it out of you today while he had you going already.

“Can you- can you tell me a bit about him…?” He almost whispered, afraid to say it any louder as he didn’t want to upset you.

“W-What?” You asked for clarification.

“I- I Wanna Know more about… him… Can you tell me about him?” Seokmin stuttered out. He was still unsure if he should’ve said it to begin with, but he couldn’t help it. He had to know more about the man who had you crying constantly over him.

You turned your head to look at him, “About who? Cyrus?” A bit of fear crossed your face as you attempted to confirm what he asked.

“Y-Yeah. He was your mate. And Jun kind of explained what you told him had happened to him the other day, but I don’t know much about him. Like how you two got out. Or why he died…” He looked you in the eyes and say that tears and immense sadness had began to pool in them, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I just figured… that it would be better to get it out in the open now…” Seokmin bit his lip as he waited for your reaction/response.

“Cyrus was… Cyrus. He is- was… my best friend.” You sighed defeatedly out loud before you continued, “He always took care of me. He imprinted on me right after I was born, so he was always there for me.” You started, still trying to find the right words to emphasize what he meant to you. But it was hard, you weren’t very touchy feely like Seokmin was. Feelings were all new to you, so you weren’t sure how to share them aloud.

You didn’t want to upset Seokmin by speaking too fondly about your past mate, but you also couldn’t help the pang in your heart you felt Everytime you heard Cyrus’s name. Part of you wanted to never speak of him again, another part of you wanted to never shut up about him. Your mind was full of conflict but your heart was full of sorrow. How could you possibly ever forget Cyrus enough to have a new mate? How could you ever emphasize how important he was to you when Seokmin, your current lover, was holding your hand? How were you supposed to pick and choose such things when your heart was pleading for a break?

“Wait- he imprinted on you right when you were born? I didn’t know that was possible…” he lost steam towards the end of his sentence and started to mumble while rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Oh no! It wasn’t like that!” You stopped him before he could get any further, “See, Icyan wolves start to shift really soon after birth, like only a month or two after. So it basically means that we’re able to phase our entire life. Cyrus was only five years older than me. He acted like an older brother to me until I hit 16 ish. But that’s when it all went wrong…” You held back a whimper that was threatening to spill past your lips.

“But the day everyone was killed, my dad and the other wolves came to defend out den. I was hiding in the hut while my mom was trying to do a protection spell. But they had killed most of our warriors already when they tried to save their families. We’re very protective of the ones we love” you sniffled slightly, still trying to hold your emotions back but obviously failing miserably.

“Cyrus came to find me after his family was killed. It was his instinct to protect me first, even though he loved his parents, they had each other still. And I was his mate, that’s how we work, mates and children before anyone else. He came into our home and tried to comfort me. We all thought we were gonna die. They had already killed my brothers by the river bank, it broke my parents. They saw red. But they knew I was still alive. So, before the Russians stormed our hut, my dad told Cyrus to take me and run as far as possible for as long as possible, so he did. After that, we were alone, but we had each other. It was like that for a few years. But then… I turned 16 and everything went to hell.” Your lip trembled and quivered with guilt.

Your current mate whined at your sadness, he wanted to help you, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do to make you feel better. So he just kept rubbing the back of your petite hand and giving you his full undivided attention. You had heard his whine, but you knew it was just because you were upset, so you gave him a small depressed smile before you kept speaking.

“Well you know that he- well that he’s obviously dead. Otherwise we couldn’t have imprinted on each other. But I’m sure you want to know… why he died” you mustered up all the courage you could before finally explaining it all to him, “He saved me. I fucked up. I was spotted by some towns people and he took the fall so they wouldn’t take me instead. Our wolf forms were similar. All Icyan wolves are white, we can just have different patterns to us. The villager that spotted me didn’t see the black spot on my head, he just saw a huge white wolf. They followed me back to our den and they were met with him. He refused to let me go. He was a telepath and he was an alpha. He ordered me to hide and he told me he loved me before he gave himself up to the angry mob.” You stopped walking and let the tears brimming your eyes freely fall.

Seokmin stood in front of you playing with your hair sweetly, trying to give you something to ground yourself and distract you from your heartache. It killed him to see you that way.

“I couldn’t- I couldn’t refuse his order. He was- he was my alpha. So I had to stay and watch them take him back to their town. I left after that to try and find him, he never told me that I couldn’t. But by the time I got there- they- they-” you sobbed out while bringing your shakey hands to your face, “They had already started torturing him. There had been reports of two huge wolves in the area and they thought he would lead them to me if they hurt him enough. But he never did.” Seokmin pulled you into his chest as you cried, barely able to breathe as you convulsed into loud whimpers and wails.

“I- I felt everything. Every cut they made, every punch, every hit. Because I’m of my shaman bloodline, I felt everything he felt, I- I’m an empath. He figured out I was in the crowd and just kept telling me that he loved me telepathically. That it wasn’t my fault. But- But how could it not be- be my fault?” You stuttered as you gripped onto Seokmin’s shirt for dear life, “I got him killed!” You all but screamed, crying into your mate’s chest so hard he was worried you’d pass out.

Seokmin just let you cry. He couldn’t imagine the guilt and pain you must have been feeling. He just held you and shushed you and told you that everything would be okay. But how could you be okay? You lost everyone in the most awful ways possible. No wonder you didn’t want him around before. If he were you, he wouldn’t either. He wouldn’t have wanted to risk losing MORE people.

He knew you thought it was your fault, but it wasn’t. If the roles were reversed, he knew you would’ve done the same thing as Cyrus. Just like he always knew that if push came to shove, he’d do the same exact thing your past mate had done to save you. You were his whole world, he’d never let anything or anybody hurt you if he could help it. He’d defend you with his very last breath if it meant you got even a second longer to live.

-

After a while, your breathing evened out and your sobs became just tears. Seokmin pulled you back up from his torso to look you in the glistening eyes. He quickly wiped away any water that had streamed down your face in the process. He really wanted to just kiss all your tears away, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I wish I could take away your pain. But I can’t. The best I can do is promise you that I’ll always be here for you.” He assured you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.

“Even if I start crying over my dead mate?” You tried to sound sarcastic, but you honestly felt too weak to. It probably came out as more of a whine to him.

“Even if you start crying over him. Or if you miss him. Or even if you just want to talk about him. Or any of them. It’s okay. I understand and I’m here for you, no matter what.” He pecked your nose softly and gave you the most loving eyes you had ever seen.

You couldn’t help but pull him into a sweet, thankful kiss, attempting to show him how grateful you were for him with your actions rather than your words that always seemed to fail you. Once you pulled back, you realized just how tired you were. Seokmin seemed to pick up on it to because, suddenly, you were in his arms being carried through the woods bridal style. You gave him a look of uncertainty, he just nodded at you and gave you a loving smile, signaling that he would be okay to walk back the rest of the way to the house with you in his arms.

You wanted to protest it all for his sake, but your eyelids felt too heavy. So instead, you just snuggled your now swollen face into his chest and let the darkness take over, feeling safe in his arms and knowing he would never let anything bad happen to you. For the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe everything would be okay.

(Updated 9/17)

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EZ Reyes Imagine: Involved

“What are you really doing here? You went to Stanford to get an education and shit. I know you went to prison but why end up here? You’re better than this Z.” Angel said blowing out some smoke from his cigarette.

“Why do you think?” EZ asked sighing.

Angel shook his head.

“No, you have to move on.”

“I gotta see her, man.”

Angel placed his hands on EZ’s shoulders looking him directly in the eyes.

“You had two loves in your life. You chose one over the other. How do you think this is gonna go down? Don’t get involved, little brother. This shits not for you.”

EZ would never forgive himself for doing that to you. He completely cut you out of his life when he was first starting to fall in love with Emily.

“How’s she been?”

“You’re really doing this?”

“C’mon Angel. That’s the one thing I asked you to do for me.”

Angel sighed shaking his head. “She’s been doing fine. I had to scare off a couple of guys but she’s good. She comes by the club now and then and gets us food. Still sweet as always. She’s family.”

“Thanks, Angel.”

“No problem. I would’ve looked after her regardless.”

All EZ could ever think about while he was doing time was how he would approach you. How to apologize to the one person who had never turned their back on him.

You.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. He was. He didn’t know how to approach you or what to say. You both didn’t end on the best of terms.

****

Everything at the club was going fine. You bought food for the guys and supplied them with more beer.

You were all smiles as you laughed at the guy’s jokes and watched them play games. They took some of the games a little too seriously. It was amusing to watch though.

You were talking with Chuckie when you happened to look over by the door where more of the guys came in. You were all smiles until you saw ‘him’ walk in.

Ezekiel Reyes. 

The man that broke your heart and left you to pick up the pieces.

A lot has changed since then. The last time you saw him was at graduation where he and Emily were embracing each other in a hug. They kissed while their families took pictures and joined in on their excitement.

They were apparently both going to Stanford together. It didn’t surprise you. That’s all EZ had ever talked about which led you down a different path.

You both were in love for the longest time. Then when you introduced your best friend, Emily to him, everything changed.

You lost both your boyfriend and best friend. A pain in which neither could understand what you went through.

It was a betrayal for the books. 

You remember briefly smiling at Marisol and Felipe when they looked over at you. They were the only family you had ever known.

Your family was always moving around getting on the wrong side of the law. Perhaps it was both for the money and the excitement. You’ll never know. They’re all dead now.

The Mayans were all you had to a family now.

From what you could see, EZ was about to be one of them too. He just somehow couldn’t leave you alone. Somehow someway he was always coming back into your life whether intentionally or not.

EZ hadn’t seen you yet, but it was only a matter of time until he does. You were just dreading it. 

You begged to talk to him years ago but did he listen, no, he listened to Emily though. 

Among all the thoughts in your head, Chuckie was waving his prosthetic hands in your face.

“Thought I lost you there.”

“You almost did.”

Chuckie followed your line of sight towards EZ.

“You know EZ?”

“Something like that. He’s just someone I’d rather forget.”

“Really? He seems like a nice guy.”

“Yeah, that’s what everyone says.”

That’s when EZ locked eyes with you. His was one as if he anticipated this moment while yours was one of dread.

“Oooh, I sense, drama.”

You looked at Chuckie and raised your eyebrows before taking a large swig of your drink.

“Is he coming over here Chuckie?”

“He certainly is. Should I try to stall him while you try to get away?”

You chuckled at his offer. It was a sweet idea but this confrontation was long overdue. It was time to hash this out once and for all.

“Thanks but I got this.”

EZ seated himself beside you watching as everybody was having a good time.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’ve had better days.”

You could feel his stare on you, begging for your attention.

“Look, I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I left when you needed me the most especially after you told me about your family.”

“Yeah, but things don’t always work out the way you want them to.”

“I’m sorry about everything. About Emily,” he whispered.

“You fell in love with her and forgot about me. How can I ever forget that?” You snapped. 

It wouldn’t solve anything but you just couldn’t help it. This was all your frustrations from the past years coming to the surface.

“It’s funny how you started shutting me out after knowing what my family was involved in. Then low and behold here you are with the Mayans. Emily’s in this life to be with Miguel. Guess you really will fall to the ends of the earth for her.”

EZ was quiet, allowing you time to vent.

“I got involved with the MC for you, not Emily.”

You quickly turned your head to face him.

“I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true.”

You shook your head at his comment. It was hard to believe. After you, it was all about Emily for him. She was the center of his world.

“Look, I know you don’t believe me. Trust me if I was in the same position I wouldn’t believe it either. But you have to believe me when I say I made a mistake leaving you. Everything went downhill. Guess it was God’s way of saying I fucked up.” he let out a humorless laugh at his statement.

“I don’t want to hear this.”

He repositioned himself in his seat when you turned away. He wanted your full attention on him only.

“I need you to hear it. I’m here. I’m staying. I’ll be part of the Mayans. There’s no other life I’d rather live.” He placed his hand up to your chin. “I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not going anywhere.”

This time you looked at him seeing the vulnerability in his eyes.

“What do you expect to happen by staying? This isn’t a life for you. I was raised around this,” you gestured. “I’m used to violence and death. It’s all my family was ever involved in but you. You couldn’t possibly handle it EZ. You have a photographic memory which is a gift but in this case, it’s a curse. You need to get out of this life while you can before you’re in too deep.”

EZ looked down and smiled a little.

“Even if you don’t mean to come across as being considerate, you are. Despite everything, I’ve done to you. You’re still looking out for me just as you always have.”

“I’m serious EZ.”

“So am I. I’m not leaving.”

“I don’t remember you being this irritating. You’re beginning to sound like Angel when he tries to bicker with everyone.”

He chuckled at your comment.

“We are going to see a lot more of each other. Us as well.”

“There’s no us.” You responded quickly.

“I’m going to try to make up for what I did. I don’t care how long it takes.”

You didn’t know what to think of his statement. He didn’t belong for sure but that’s his choice to make. If he wanted forgiveness, he won’t get one from you for a long while. He would have to wait just as long as you had to suffer alone all those years ago.

“Then you’re going to wait a long time. Don’t waste it.”

“Whatever it takes.”

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A Critical Essay on the Life & Poetry of William Wordsworth

With respect to 'The Prelude' & the 'Lyrical Ballads'

Portrait of the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth by Benjamin Haydon.

"You have given me praise for having reflected faithfully in my poems the feelings of human nature. I would fain hope that I have done so.

But a great poet ought to do more than this; he ought, to a certain degree, to rectify men’s feelings, to give them new compositions of feeling, to render their feelings more sane, pure, and permanent; in short, more consonant to Nature, that is, to eternal Nature, and the great moving spirit of things."

Wordsworth wrote this in a letter, in response, to his friend, John Wilson on the 7th of June 1802, thanking him for his heartiest congratulations on the success of his Lyrical Ballads and in the process reflected on the ideas of his poetical abilities and ambitions. Indeed, Wordsworth was a poet far ahead of his times, creating over the span of eighty years a colossal magnitude of poetic works which have become a part of the very fabric of the English language and literature.

Like many of his contemporaries, Wordsworth was influenced acutely by the historic event of the French Revolution, of which he was not only an observer but an active participant and supporter. But before delving too deep into his works and genius we must understand something about his life and childhood, without which, one cannot think of understanding his poetry let alone Wordsworth himself.

Young Wordsworth in 1798, in Town End, Grasmere.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH was born in the Lake District in April 1770 and died there eighty years later on 23 April 1850. He had three brothers and a sister, Dorothy, to whom throughout his life he was especially close. When she was six and he was nearly eight, their mother died. Dorothy was sent away to be brought up by relatives and a year later William was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School.

Wordsworth was cared for in lodgings and led a life of exceptional freedom, roving over the fells that surrounded the village. The death of his father broke in on this happiness when he was thirteen, but did not halt the education through nature that complemented his Hawkshead studies and became the theme of his poetry.

As an undergraduate at Cambridge, Wordsworth traveled (experiencing the French Revolution at first hand) and wrote poetry. His twenties were spent as a wanderer, in France, Switzerland, Wales, London, the Lakes, Dorset, and Germany. In France, he fathered a child whom he did not meet until she was nine because of the War.

In 1794 he was reunited with Dorothy and met Coleridge, with whom he published Lyrical Ballads in 1798, and to whom he addressed The Prelude, his epic study of human consciousness. In the last days of the century, Wordsworth and Dorothy found a settled home at Dove Cottage, Grasmere. Here Wordsworth wrote much of his best-loved poetry, and Dorothy her famous Journals.

In 1802 Wordsworth married Dorothy’s closest friend, Mary Hutchinson. Gradually he established himself as the great poet of his age, a turning-point coming with the collected edition of 1815. From 1813 Wordsworth and his family lived at Rydal Mount in the neighboring valley to Grasmere. In 1843 he became the poet laureate.

A recent cover page of the 'Lyrical Ballads' by Wordsworth & Coleridge, which heralded the Romantic Age in English Literature.

Now, keeping this dynamic canvas of Wordsworth’s life in consciousness can begin to grasp the magnitude of his poetic genius. To begin with, we can say Wordsworth was a game-changer in the history of English poetry. By publishing, his epoch-making collection of poems, Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth along with Coleridge heralded the Romantic Age of English poetry. On which Coleridge writes in chapter 14 of his book, Biographia Literaria, about Wordsworth and his romantic ideas thus:

"Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind’s attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand."

-Coleridge on Wordsworth, Biographia Literaria

And so we see that Wordsworth did exhibit all these themes and ideas repeatedly in his entire works. He takes as his subjects the poor, the old, and the outcast, for example in the poems ‘Goody Blake and Harry Gill’, Wordsworth talks about an old woman who has to steal firewood to survive the winter. His poem, ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’, about a vagrant woman suckling her child:

Suck, little babe, oh suck again,

It cools my blood, it cools my brain,

Thy lips I feel them, baby, they

Draw from my heart the pain away.

-from ‘Her Eyes Are Wild’

In ‘The Old Cumberland Beggar’, a beggar sits among ‘wild empty hills’ eating, and his ‘palsied hands’ scatter crumbs while the ‘small mountain birds’ surround him, waiting warily for their ‘destined meal’. In the popular poem, ‘The Idiot Boy’ a poor countrywoman, Betty Foy, is the mother of a disabled son who gets lost and spends a night in the open air. When she finds him he speaks wonderingly of the owls and the moon, without realizing what they are.

This was a major breakthrough in English poetry as Wordsworth brought to the poetic arena, the lives of the common people and this was huge because no one had ever made such people a subject of their poems before. Also new in Lyrical Ballads are poems about children and how adults fail to understand them.

In the poem, ‘Anecdote for Fathers’, a boy resists adult logic, and in ‘We Are Seven’, a small girl, whose brother has died, insists that he still counts as one of the family. Wordsworth’s belief in the superiority of childhood is expressed most challengingly in the ‘Immortality Ode’ written in 1802, where he remembers his early years.

A painting of the French Revolution of 1789, which ousted monarchy from France and had a big impact on Wordsworth and many intellectuals.

Through his selected works, written after the experiences of the French Revolution, one also comes to feel the sympathetic nature of Wordsworth towards the lowly and the poor. Like in The Prelude, he recalls, how a revolutionary friend pointed to an emaciated girl they met on a walk and declared:

'Tis against that

That we are fighting

In the ‘Residence in London’ book of the same poem, he remembers seeing a poor man with a sick child in his arms, and writes:

Bending over it,

As if he were afraid both of the sun,

And of the air which he had come to seek,

Eyed the poor babe with love unutterable

As for expressing the moods and settings of nature, Wordsworth is the unquestioned master, often and aptly called by many to be the poet of nature. One can even argue that no English poet expresses nature in its innate sensual beauty and spiritual entirety as Wordsworth.

What’s more interesting in Wordsworth’s portrayal of nature is that for him Nature is not just Mother Earth that needs to be expressed and captured in words but is much more than that. Like in the poem ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, included in Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth expresses the belief that nature is conscious as he writes:

'Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.’

Or the core Romantic belief that nature is a moral educator is stated with breath-taking simplicity in another Lyrical Ballads poem, ‘The Tables Turned’ where he writes:

One impulse from a vernal wood,

May teach you more of man,

Of moral evil and of good,

Than all the sages can.

In this regard one remembers a famous passage from The Prelude which gives an instance of Wordsworth expressing, nature acting as a moral guardian. The passage is about one summer evening when young Wordsworth takes a boat without its owner’s permission, and as he rows, he expresses:-

A huge peak, black and huge,

As if with voluntary power instinct,

Up reared its head

It seems to stride after him and, trembling, he returns the boat to where he found it. Even when not guilt-ridden, the boy Wordsworth in The Prelude is aware of nature as a living presence:

I heard among the solitary hills

Low breathings coming after me and sounds

Of indistinguishable motion, steps

Almost as silent as the turf they trod.

On Wordsworth’s poetic oeuvre, Walter Pater, a critic of Wordsworth’s time comments in his essay titled- Appreciations (1889) that Wordsworth to be the poet of ‘impassioned contemplation’ and in stressing both words equally, he got the balance exactly right. In his attempts to characterize the nature of the poetic or creative power, Wordsworth laid similar emphasis on impassioned seeing.

Perhaps, one can say, that the best encapsulation of Wordsworth's entire creative output has been written by none other than Wordsworth himself in the poem, ‘Glad sight wherever new with old’, written in 1842 when he was seventy-two. This poem points to almost everything that has been central to his long imaginative engagement with words and things. Wordsworth in it writes:

Glad sight wherever new with old

is joined through some dear home born tie;

The life of all that we behold

Depends upon that mystery.

Vain is the glory of the sky,

the beauty vain of field and grove

Unless, while with admiring eye

We gaze, we also learn to love.

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References & Research:-

The Concise History of English literature by William Henry Hudson

The Routledge history of English literature

The Routledge Anthology of Poets on Poets

A little history of Poetry by John Carey

JASTOR Essays

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slytherin!ashton x ravenclaw!reader hc

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-so you’re the typical ravenclaw

-but like, on steroids

-you’re proudly one of the top (if not THE top) students at school and everyone knows you, or at least of you (since you tend to be quiet and keep a small circle)

-(and by small circle i mean your only friends are ravenclaw!cal and a few other girls from your house)

-ashton is the outgoing slytherin guy who’s never up to anything good

-so he’s definitely heard your name before around school and from calum but never actually met you

-one day cal convinces you to come to his quidditch match

-and it took a lot of persuading because quidditch matches are your favorite times to study since the common room is usually empty

-but you finally agree to go

-it’s ravenclaw vs slytherin and cal’s one of your teams’ beaters

-so as you’re sitting in the stands just before the game you make eye contact with ashton and you’re like “damn. that slytherin beater’s kinda cute”

-so the match goes on, y’know y’know

-and then out of nowhere the bludger hits calum right in the face and knocks him off his broom and like twenty feet onto the ground

-and you’re like “oh damn”

-you don’t really know that much about quidditch apart from a book about it you had skimmed but you knew that probably wasn’t supposed to happen

-so calum gets sent to the infirmary

-and of course you go with him because #besties

-and as you walk off with him ashton catches a glimpse of your face and he’s like “daaang she cute”

-in the infirmary while calum’s bones heal you decide to read him a book

-and by read him a book i mean pretty much read it to yourself out loud

-and you get so absorbed in it that you didn’t notice he fell asleep

-so ashton came to see cal and he recognizes you as that cute ravenclaw from before

-and he’s leaning against the doorway and he’s waiting for you to notice him standing there

-but it’s pretty clear that you’re in your own world while you read

-so this sly mf just says “i don’t think he’s listening”

-you finally look up from the book and notice cal’s asleep

-and you let out a quiet “oh” and you put the book down

-so you finally look up at ash and in your head you’re like “oh shit!! it’s that slytherin beater!!”

-he sits down on a chair opposite from you and he says “i’m ashton, i’m the one that hit him”

-the name sounds familiar and you know that calum’s mentioned him to you before, but you’ve also heard it around the common room since ashton has a bit of a reputation for being a flirt

-so you’re definitely cautious

-you nod and say “i figured. i’m y/n”

-then it finally clicks in his head and he’s thinking “oh this is the genius girl cal is friends with!”

-he expected you to be much more high-strung

-but you’re actually cute in a nerdy kinda way

-then he pulls out a chocolate frog and says “i got this for him”

-you take it from him and nod

-it’s a nice gesture, and he’s really cute, so you definitely understand why he pulls so many girls

-you tell him “i’m gonna bring cal’s stuff back to the common room, but it was nice to meet you”

-he smiles back and on the low he checks you out while you walk away

-the next day at breakfast he sits with cal, hufflepuff!luke and slytherin!michael

-and he mentions you and asks them if they know you

-and luke is like “yeah i love y/n!! she’s the only reason i passed charms”

-and michael sees that look in ash’s eyes and he knows he’s probably fantasizing about you

-so he straight up says “dude, she’s way too smart for you, stick to hufflepuffs”

-he already liked you before but now he’s DETERMINED

-but he cant just... walk up to you and ask you out?

-nonono, thats too simple, ashton must come up with an overly complicated step-by-step plan for you to fall for him

-usually girls—specifically hufflepuffs—loved to talk to him, but you were an apathetic ravenclaw, so it was clear his usual tactics wouldn’t fly

-step one: “accidentally” catch you in the library studying after school

-step two: offer to walk you back to your common room

-step three: invite you to his next quidditch match

-step four: ask you to get butterbeers before class the next day

-step five: uhh probably get married and make babies

-when he tells the plan to the rest of them they all react differently

-luke is all like “aww i’m sure she’ll like you!”

-mikey just says “sounds like a lot of work”

-and luke goes “shut up michael, it’s sweet! he really likes her!”

-and ashton really nervously waits for calum’s reaction because obviously he knows you the best out of all of them

-but he shrugs and he’s like “y/n is hard to read. but she spends a lot of time reading romance novels and stuff like that, so i’d guess she’s into the stereotypical stuff”

-ashton nods. you want stereotypical? he’ll give you stereotypical

-and so he sets step one of the plan into motion

-after his last class he SPEEDS to the library and waits there for you

-and he watches you study

-it’s honestly amazing that you didn’t notice him because this man was not being discreet at all, especially for a slytherin

-but hours pass and you decide to finally go back to the common room and see your friends

-so you grab all your books and get up to leave

-and, low and behold, ashton is right in front of you smiling

-you wonder why he’s in the library, he never struck you as the studying type, and you’d never seen him there before

-“hi y/n!”

-“oh, hey”

-you start to walk away but he stops you

-“do you need any help with those?” he asks, gesturing to the books you’re holding

-“i’m fine” you half-smile at him

-but then a book slips out of your arms and you quietly admit “okay, maybe i do need a little help”

-he smiles and picks the book up from the ground before telling you to “lead the way” back to your common room

-so as you walk you both start chatting

-and you open up a bit more to him

-he just makes you feel so comfortable, and you hadn’t felt that way since you met calum

-you kinda wonder how he’s not a hufflepuff

-but on the way you pass a janitor’s closet and he smiles to himself

-he tells you he’ll be right back and runs into the closet

-you can hear him whispering a spell, and you can’t make out any of the words, but you just know this has something to do with a prank on filch

-he comes back out with that up-to-no-good smirk that you cant help but admire

-so you make the connection that his mischeviousness is why he’s in slytherin

-you continue to walk and chat until you finally arrive at ravenclaw tower

-you take back the book he carried and thanked him

-he nodded, and just before you were about to answer the riddle from the eagle knocker he stopped you

-“oh, and i was wondering if you wanted to come to my quidditch game tomorrow?”

-you hesitated “i don’t know...”

-but then he gave you those damn puppy dog eyes

-“pleasee?” “oh, fine.”

-he smiled, and started turning to walk away before he stopped. he pulled his scarf from around his neck, and draped it over yours

-“and wear this. green is your color”

-and with that line, he walked away

-of course your friends teased you when you came in wearing a boy’s scarf

-“damn y/n, a slytherin? i never thought you’d like a guy like that”

-“we’re just friends!”

-“isn’t that something couples do though?”

-“i think you’re overcomplicating this”

-“i think you’re undercomplicating this”

-“that’s not even a word!”

-and the whole time cal just has this smug ass grin on his face because he knows ash’s plan is working

-sitting at the quidditch game wearing ashton’s scarf definitely earned you a few dirty looks from other girls

-but you ignore them and watch the game

-and you have to admit, ashton looks pretty good out there

-and you find yourself being completely whipped by that damn slytherin

-but, like, you don’t even care

-after the game he comes up to you and he’s like “so what’d you think?”

-“i’m very impressed, although i don’t have much to compare you with”

-“y’know what, i’ll take it”

-him trying to put his arm around you but he’s sweaty so you pull away

-but then he starts chasing you and eventually he picks you up and wipes all his sweat on you

-“oh c’mon ash, this is disgusting!” you manage through giggles

-before class the next day he pulls you aside and he’s like “so... wanna get butterbeers later today?”

-you smile and nod “yeah! meet me in the great hall after dinner”

-he’s shook that you said yes

-i mean, you don’t know if it’s a date or not, but either way spending time with him is fun

-meanwhile he’s stressing tf out because the hottest girl in hogwarts history just agreed to grab butterbeers with him

-he’s practically skipping to the great hall for dinner he’s so excited

-he sits with mikey and luke but he can see you and cal at the ravenclaw table and just admires you

-sometimes you’ll catch his gaze and give him a smile and it makes him so happy

-mikey teases him about it saying stuff like “dude you’re so whipped”

-he means well he’s just a sarcastic ass slytherin y’know

-after you both finish eating you get up and exit the great hall

-he puts his arm around your waist and rests his hand on your hip as you start walking which confuses you even more because it’s unclear if this whole thing is a date

-but y’know, you roll with it

-when you’re sitting down together with your drinks you start to talk and you bounce off each other so well

-sometimes you’ll start to ramble when you know a lot about a certain subject, or if something reminds you of this “really great book i read once...”

-he doesn’t mind at all

-he actually adores it

-like, fam, he thinks it’s so cute when your eyes light up if he mentions something you’re well-educated on

-which, in true ravenclaw fashion, is pretty much everything

-but he would listen to you talk for hoursss

-he’s not intimidated or threatened by your intelligence in the slightest

-you grab his hand while you walk back to school because it just feels right

-and you know this isn’t stuff that normal friends do—sure, you’d hugged calum and things like that before, but never like this—and you kept asking yourself if it was possible he feels the same

-you literally started making probability distribution tables in your head

-he walked you all the way back to the entrance to your common room

-and he goes in for a hug

-you smile as you pull away, but your hands lingered on his shoulders as his stayed on your hips

-and in a moment of confidence, you whispered “fuck it” and pressed your lips to his

-he hesitated for a moment, but then melted into the kiss

-you both smiled as you pulled back from the exchange

-you took your scarf from your bag—his green one still being around your neck—and placed it on his shoulders

-“blue’s a nice color too” you said

-and for the first time, he was the silent one as you walked into the common room

-he made sure you were inside before pumping his fist victoriously

-you couldn’t even bring yourself to study as you recounted the events over and over in your head

-calum kept bugging you to tell him what happened

-but every time he asked you just smiled to yourself

-michael saw ashton with your blue scarf in the common room and pieced together what happened

-and ashton never wants to stop wearing the scarf because it smells like you and it’s so soft because you take good care of it

-he’s just so in love

-after that he sits next to you in class

-which is unusual because you sit right in the front while he stays in the back with his other slytherin friends

-so of course when class starts the professor is like “ashton you can go to your seat”

-and he’s like “oh i’m sitting here today”

-the teacher is shook

-the other students are shook

-i mean he pays more attention to you than the lesson but still

-after a few weeks of you guys going on dates and sneaking around you finally make it official

-but the only people that know are cal, luke, mikey, and a few of your ravenclaw friends

-until one day a gryffindor decides to hit on you in the library

-and ashton is like “back oFF that’s mY girlfriend you asshOLE-”

-and ofc pince hears and she tells him to quiet down

-but then she spills the tea to the rest of the teachers and they’re all like THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

-and ofc the gryffindor tells people and word gets around fast especially because you’re both well known in your own ways

-so now people know

-but it’s cool being more open about your relationship

-you guys go on study dates together a lot

-most of the time not much studying gets done though

-he’d purposely try to distract you with kisses, and when that doesn’t work, he’d probably resort to more ~extreme~ measures

-“ashton. we are in a library.” “and? be quiet then”

-but sometimes you do get actual work done

-he gets so excited whenever he gets a question right

-and his grades actually start to improve

-like. wow. your power

-the teachers are glad that you have such a positive influence on him so they let a lot of stuff slide

-like when ashton puts his hand on your thigh or his arm around you in class

-he shares all his prank ideas with you

-and you use your mega brain to point out ways to make it work even better

-which just makes him adore you even more

-michael’s kinda miserable because he has the room right next to ashton’s and y’all get LOUD

-his slytherin side def comes out in the bedroom

-but he still loves tf outta you and makes sure you know it

-he loves seeing you in the stands at his quidditch games

-and admiring how good you look in his green scarf

-calum takes credit for your whole relationship

-“if i never got her to come to the game, then she wouldn’t be in the infirmary where you guys met!”

-you guys are opposites but in the absolute best way

-just so cute. i cry

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Festival (22/30)

@beejiesbitch @turtlepated @memedemonhours @monsterlovinghours @yankyo @go-commander-kim @clairjohnson @saucymangos @edosunshine @beetlebitchywitch

Jessie watched Ollie reluctantly set about the task he'd been given with a small frown. Sometimes it bothered her the way that the two interacted, but the quick interruption of her vicarious indignation and the kisses against her chest and stomach cooled her off quickly. She never could stay upset at Beetlejuice, especially when he followed up with his reasoning. She reached to stroke his cheek and gave him a half-smile.

"I . . . I guess I understand. Still, I think you should thank him. If these things still work when we can use them later, you'll want to. Hell, I'll want to, too. I don't know what's in those things that makes them so intense, but I can't wait to see how you feel . . . take that as you will," she answered, leaning to kiss his cheek afterward in a physical assurance that she wasn't angry, though she hadn't made any effort to withhold her initial shock and irritation and then warm affection and lust from him.

The sound of Beej pinning Carmen and growling as he eased his cock into her made Jessie turn in interest, watching the two of them a little enviously.

"Oh . . . well, looks like you must have had a good time. Wanna tell me about it? I don't see you taking it up the ass, so how did it go?" she asked in a sultry purr.

Just as he’d felt her anger at the asshole who’d dare touch Ollie, BJ felt the spike of upset Jessie had at the way he’d treated her pet. Only for her would he be contrite. He sighed a little and addressed her directly. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have been so sharp with Ollie. He wanted to show you a good time--the little bastard loves you, you know that, right? He’d steal you away if he had the chance. It’s stupid of me to be jealous of him, but old habits die hard. I’ll be nicer to him, okay?” Her slow nod in response made him realize he was going to have to make an effort and not just say what she wanted to hear. She, however, was the one who changed the subject, speaking of the aphrodisiacs again. Then her eyes went to the two focused on each other on the ground near them. Despite all the coupling still going on around them, it was hard not to watch something that was so close, and so raw but plainly full of adoration. Carmen’s cries were sharp, and the other ghost’s thrust was slow, drawing out the beginning. BJ brought the hose of the hookah to his mouth again, saying as he slipped the mouthpiece to his lips, “You’re right, baby--I didn’t bottom. That ghost has some interesting control over himself. I’ve got tentacles; he’s got a clone. I can change shape; he let me fuck his pussy while he was railing Carmen. He’s pretty interesting . . .”

His voice trailed off a little, musing about the coincidence that they shared a name, and they both took human lovers. Well, as close to human as Jessie was, which made him wonder about Carmen, and if there was something secret about her too. BJ gave himself a shake, but not hard enough to dislodge Jessie from his shoulder.

“He conjured up this hookah too. You like it? I’ll make sure there’s enough for Ollie when he gets back too.” As the couple on the ground grew louder, he smirked and flicked his gaze to Jessie. “If you were your normal size I’d say we could give them some competition.”

⁂

"Oh . . . I see . . ." Pink murmured as Kadus informed her that there was not much known of her kind.

Still, a curiosity burned in her . . . she wondered if perhaps the lack of knowledge was due to a lack of exposure. She was sure Beej would be just as curious to learn more about himself as she felt- that was a universal desire of his, across every part of himself.

She realized as she thought about this that he likely couldn't quite see Beej and Carmen. It made sense to her, across the field, he was a sight to behold and ringed around by witches. It'd be much easier to miss two other, smaller figures no matter how passionate they might be. It crossed her mind that perhaps he would be interested in meeting them, though she didn't know that Carmen would be comfortable if his harem of unsuitable suitors followed.

"No, I am a piece of a specter . . . a demon, born in the world of the dead." she answered in matching volume. He'd asked further questions, and so the pink did not allow her to take offense to the change. "It must have been . . . don't remember much about when I happened . . . we're a shape-shifter, I'm the bitch of the bunch." She chuckled a little at that. "Just the cunt, not the heart, hun."

He nodded, as some of the things she said he did have a reference for. “Shape-sifters, yes, like King Lycaon, or the lukánthrōpos. Although you seem to have more control and options than people like that.” Kadus took a second to think, continuing to stroke her back. Lost in thought, his hand wandered to her front, over her belly, to her chest. Her nipples tightened under his touch, and he ran his thumbs over them lightly. “Although I know of no tale of someone like you, that doesn’t mean there wasn’t one. Knowledge, unfortunately, is incomplete or even lost. Even the truth gets molded when it is passed along; I have heard of Christian hell and, and it is not the Underworld, but similar. Perhaps some elder is familiar with your kind, and could educate me more.” He fixed his gaze on her for a moment, as if committing her face to memory. “If someone did know of demons born dead, would you want to learn more as well?” It was more a rhetorical question than anything, but he asked out of pure curiosity.

⁂

With his thick cock hilted inside her pussy, Beej shuddered and wrapped the arm he had been using to knead at her tits around the barrel of her chest, holding her tight as he fought off the urge to slam himself into her. Her pussy stretched so tight around his sensitive and drooling cock that it was bordering on painful, but the heat of her and the sounds she made, her body's abundant response to the intrusion was addictive.

It was a bit of a struggle to resist the urge to rut like a beast into her without a care for her body being prepared for him, but he couldn't bring himself to be so careless. Not with Carmen. Instead, he held her tight against his base as his shaft pulsed and jumped inside her, held as though by a vice.

"Fuck, babes . . . " was all he could muster, a low and gravelly rasp of his voice as he eased his hips back, enjoying the drag of his shaft against her gripping walls, smearing her slick along his length that felt cool as a few inches slid out of her heat. Half of his length had been pulled from her before his trembling legs reversed intent and began pressing back into her. He moaned against the back of her shoulder and shivered at the feeling of her body clinging to his cock while he attempted to rein himself in.

"S-say the word . . . when yer ready babes . . . god/satan yer tighter 'n hell . . . " he panted against her earlobe, offering her some small bit of control as he relinquished custody of their pace. "Dunno how long I can hold back . . . don't wanna hurt ya, love."

The tremble in him telegraphed into her. A small bit of her wondered if she’d asked too much of him--her thoughts went to the night in his crypt when he allowed himself to be brutal and take what he wanted, gaining bulk and destroying furniture during it. He’d been conscientious of her, of course, but a demonic shift may not be well received in this company! Carmen couldn’t concentrate on that worry for long, though. Beej moved slightly, a half thrust as if judging what she could take and what control he had. She panted sharply at the immense friction; just that minor movement made aching pleasure erupt throughout her. “It’s so much, căţeluş--your cock, oh fuck--” Deliberately she took a breath as Beej panted in her ear. His grip had tightened, his tremor had increased, and she could sense that he was doing his best to hold back, even without him voicing it. “Okay, yes, yes please, fuck me, I’m yours, fuck me, fill me up--oh god Beej--!” she cried. He’d said she didn’t know how he could hold back, and a sudden wave of arousal and deep seated need to have him claim her made her not want him too. Carmen pushed back against him as best she could, pinned under him.

⁂

Surprise made her heart flutter as BJ expressed some understanding of her protectiveness. She could understand, she supposed. Their agreement that she could indulge with Ollie was mostly based on what they'd both seemed to agree were hypothetical and impossible circumstances . . . and yet here she was having just had several loads of not only the leprechaun's seed flooded into her, but a handful of other small fey as well. It made her feel confident and sexy, though she had to confess that it made his jealousy of Ollie more understandable.

Still, there would be time to see if his words would be true when Ollie returned. She felt a flickering of worry for a moment, but that abated as she reminded herself that there were people to stop Andy should he try to grab him up again. Carmen and Beej were making delicious sounds that drew her attention back, and her mouth watered and her groin radiated heat as she watched them. She took another pull on her tiny hookah hose as he spoke. Her brows raised at the way he spoke, in comparison rather than a linear telling of their interaction.

"Pussy, you say?" she asked, letting the smoke slip from between her lips as she asked the rhetorical question. She had heard him . . . but the way he phrased everything led her brain down a different avenue. "Both able to change form? Well now, sounds like the two of you are the recipe for an awful lot of fun, baby. How was it? His pussy, that is . . . feel the same as a normal pussy?"

She licked her lips and swallowed thickly at the thought that came into her mind. A snippet of BJ tied up on a bed with an exposed cunt, the sounds he'd make with her mouth surrounding his--Jessie wriggled on his shoulder, uncomfortably warm between her legs now and feeling the urge to put her mouth to good use on a soaking mound.

She realized that she hadn't withheld anything from him and glanced at him with her cheeks burning red. Embarrassment wasn't common for her, especially not around BJ... but it had been so long since she'd last tasted a woman, and he had commented on how similar he and the other ghost apparently were. If this pink-haired specter manipulated himself to have a pussy . . . she groaned softly.

"I . . . really hope you didn't mind that too much, babe," she murmured softly, turning to press her hot cheek against his cool neck for some relief.

Like Jessie, BJ wasn’t embarrassed about watching the couple near them. He couldn’t quite make out what the ghost had said, but Carmen’s fevered pleading response was clear, as was the shake in them both. His cock half-filled at the animalistic display of passion.

It dawned on him she’d asked a question.

“Yeah, it felt pretty good, baby,” he admitted, although he left out that it was like other pussy he’d had in the Netherworld: namely wet and tight, but chilly. “Not as good as yours, though--”

His praise was interrupted by images that invaded his mind’s eye.

--tied wrist and ankle--

--legs spread, a pillow under his ass--

--Jessie crawling up the bed between his thighs, looking hungry--

--her keeping direct eye contact with him as she dropped her mouth to his--

--pussy--

Jessie bodily pressed herself to him and the vision was broken, and she was apologizing for such a dirty daydream. “I don’t mind,” he murmured in reply to her. He’d also gotten the unmistakable sensation of her arousal, originating between her legs. “Fantasies are good an’ all, but you want a little something right here and now? I know you’ve been having a good time with all the fey and I know I can’t fuck you like Beej is doing Carmen, but I love tasting you on my tongue, baby. We did it earlier, and I’ll do it again if you want.”

tbc . . .

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Movie Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x OC #OC x OC #Festival #Musical Beetlejuice #rp #long fic

[manticxre]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒    

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @moonsseas, thanks! 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: anyone who wants to take a swipe at this! 

Doing this for baby Eunsoo cuz she barely has any memes here 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟏    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME: Young Eunsoo 

EYE COLOUR: bright, pupil-less orange, which usually creeps people out, but under regular lighting it looks brown...? 

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOUR:  Long, black hair that she spends too little time combing and maintaining: she usually ties it into a low, loose ponytail that she makes some effort to look less rumpled when she goes to court. The ends of her hair are a muted green due to her resurrection. 

HEIGHT: 172cm 

CLOTHING STYLE: Long coats, turtlenecks and scarves a lot of the time, especially now that it’s winter. In her casual style she usually wears oversized graphic T-shirts and slacks, covering her neck up with a nook or thin scarf. 

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: She doesn’t particularly think of herself as physically beautiful despite how blatant a lie it is 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟐    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS: A lack of acceptance and understanding, being separated from her new family before she finishes her current business, loss of autonomy due to her ascension, being unable to do the right thing and failing her father’s teachings. Eunsoo is terribly insecure 

GUILTY PLEASURE: Doing “vaguely illegal” things with no guidance recklessly, especially now she can’t actually die, so she tends to do terribly self-destructive stunts in her bid to apprehend criminals with occasional cheating using her abilities. 

BIGGEST PET PEEVE: People acting like they have “no control” over their actions, because she knows that unless you are mentally ill and genuinely are too out of it, you know what you’re doing. She is also especially unforgiving about this 

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Following in her father’s footsteps to educate and nurture the next generation of prosecutors to be as upright and unyielding in the face of corruption as he was. Spread the good faith, in a way 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟑    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: Being glad that she is still, to some degree, amongst the living, and actually in control of herself. 

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Her parents and family. Most of the time, she strives to either follow in their footsteps or support them. 

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: Anxiety about not being able to wake up the next day despite being functionally immortal. The woes of being pactbound to a fickle god, she reckons. 

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: She would say that it’s her ambition, but nowadays she isn’t so sure. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟒    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: Single dates. She’s not great with crowds. 

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Definitely loved. She’s way past the point of hankering for respect, and considering how she’d nearly become a statistic over vying for people to notice her, she’s less inclined on that front. 

BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains for certain, she really doesn’t care for appearances 

DOGS OR CATS: Eunsoo has 2 hands and will pick both 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟓    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE: She used to fairly often but not anymore at this point, not for the small things 

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: Not particularly. She’s struggled with self-esteem issues due to having to grow out of her father’s shadows, and her death trying to pursue the right thing along with a lack of emotion afterwards meant her anxieties about her self worth only multiplied. 

BELIEVE IN LOVE: She had a crush once, but it’d been entirely unrequited anyway so she hasn’t particularly thought about being in love ever since :’) 

WANT SOMEONE: Being the terribly lonely person she is outside of work, she definitely does want someone who can understand and relate to her ;~; 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟔    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE: Yes, not only for presentations her father gave but also for important court summons. 

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: No, not by any stretch of the imagination considering how often rigid and stubborn she is. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟕    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Grey, because it reminded her of the first and only gift she received from her senior Shimok, even though it was really just a matter of necessity. She still has the sweater. 

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: No favourites, she thinks they’re all cute and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

FAVOURITE BOOK: “Crime and Punishment”, a book she grew up reading as one of her father’s assigned reading materials for school. It was what shaped her perspective of the world and her pursuit of justice. 

FAVOURITE GAME: Eunsoo doesn’t particularly play video games, but she’d been introduced to Dungeons and Dragons by Jangil and she’s...learning the ropes. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟖    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 11th July in 2021 

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: 4 years old from her resurrection and 30 years old! 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑    𝟎𝟎𝟗    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE: being alive, being present in this world and being able to make a change. 

I FEEL: relieved and thankful that I’m still amongst the living. 

I HIDE: a lot, too much. 

I MISS: my parents, even if I could go see them, it isn’t quite the same. 

I WISH: the pursuit of justice wasn’t a winding path, and that people would reconsider their own greed. 

#spectral thief | facts #she's full of thoughts lol

[digitalbounce-digitalsound]

My in-depth analysis of why I left the Kpop fandom.

Please be aware, this may touch on sensitive topics.

As most of my  followers may know, I have been in the Kpop fandom for many years (Since 2006 to be exact) which means I have seen a lot, A LOT, of shit. I have had nearly my entire life controlled by Kpop and by about 2010 I completely moved away from more normal music.

Since I started secondary school I was bullied for my taste in music, I never thought anything of it because as I still believe, music is music and nothing is wrong with safe creative influence and inspiration. But the thing was, this music, this fandom had me so deluded and so removed from myself that I didn't see it was destroying me, inside and out.

After I was in the fandom for around 4 years, I was getting more and more obsessed with kpop, keeping track of the idols, watching their MV's obsessively, hoarding albums and putting up high defences for when someone made fun of them. Up until 2019 when I dropped the fandom completely, I managed to spend over £4000 on Kpop merch, be it albums, clothing, food, concerts. It was bad and a huge waste of money.

The Kpop fandom is a toxic place to be with people constantly pushing you to like certain groups, with battles around which fandom is better, which group is better between fans. Fans will discriminate against you for the way you look, the way you dress. If you don’t meet their standards they will find a way to push you away. They are all entitled and many think that stalking and giving idols zero personal space is perfectly acceptable.

Kpop music has no real meaning to it and is completely lacking when it comes down to personal messages (Bar the ones that have been self-written by the idols themselves) Kpop is just as bland and emotionless as the people that listen to it as the fans attach meanings to the songs where there are none. They don’t see that all of the music is extremely generic about money, women, men, being in a relationship and looking perfect. It is extremely sexist, concreted in gender binaries that make quite literally no sense and don’t have any soul behind them.

I guarantee that many if not all the idols that don’t write their own material, hate their songs with a passion but have to put up a plastic perfect mask to hide it. There have been so many horrible things that happen inside the genre that fans just ignore. Pretend don’t happen and it is horrible.

Because of Kpop I ended up becoming disgusted with myself, Kpop made me see flaws that weren't there, it made me want to look "Just like my idols". The impossibly thin, obviously unhealthy idols, and I did, gaining body dysmorphia and an eating disorder to boot. It led to me becoming extremely unhealthy, I would barely eat and listen too much at the insults thrown my way which did nothing but make me more self-conscious.

The constant struggle between wanting to look pretty and not wanting to kill myself was extremely difficult to deal with. Kpop made me shy, it made me reserved and not want to talk. It made me aim for dreams in the wrong way. I wanted to become a translator since I was very small so that I could help governments converse with each other and maybe help countries understand each other. That dream was changed with a want to become a translator to "Translate for my oppas" and become a concert translator or a TV show translator. I want to do seamstress work on the side, originally I wanted to do it to make costumes for Broadway productions, maybe cosplay for characters as well. That dream too, was ruined by Kpop. Making me want to do seamstress work to make stage outfits for my "Oppas and Eonnies." 

All of my dreams have been ruined by Kpop, my body too. To this day I still get confused about why I am doing certain things or why I am eating this or that because it will make me fat.

Because of the constant barrage of hate coming from my own brain, my own friends (Who consequently ended up liking Kpop), from my own family and people who I thought was close to me. I ended up thinking that the only way to escape from all of the hate was to kill myself. I became suicidal, I hated myself, I have scarred my leg so badly that I am scared to wear shorts. I constantly wore long sleeves to cover the marks on my arms, I turned in on myself and became scared to talk to people incase they bullied me or shouted at me. I grew more dependant on Kpop and I'm not proud to admit it but I ended up fetishizing Asian people, it was not a good time in my life, I felt like I could change my life, marry someone who could give me child on the inside of Kpop, it was disgusting but at the time, I didn't see it.

I had no one to openly talk to about what I was going through, nowhere to go but down at the time. I ended up doing performing arts at college, hoping that I could be recruited by an agency and meet my idols, be my idols, I thought I could get somewhere with performance. It helped, but not in the way I would have expected. I became more confident and even though I was still being bullied for my likes, bullied for things that happened in school, I continued. I kept at performance. started liking more Japanese Pop/Rock, I listened to my struggling brain instead of my aching obsessed heart and it led me to become friends with C.

She is into Kpop like me, she understood what I wanted, she understood the Asian fever, we became close friends, close friends very quickly. She lived near to me at the time and would invite me over for Kpop sessions, to have fun making Korean food, singing along to Kpop songs, to learn Korean together. At the time, I thought it was brilliant to have someone like me around but low and behold, I didn't see what she was doing to me in the meantime. I didn't know that she was controlling me.

She kept me interested with stories of becoming a teacher, this would have been the perfect way into Korea. It made so much sense, if I became a teacher I could get into Korea and live in the same place as them. Now and then I would get a small spark of realisation that C was not listening, that she didn't care about anyone but herself but I still ignored it. After I finished my Dance BTEC I decided to work for a while, gain money before looking more into becoming a teacher.

Something that you should know about me is that I am a very dependant person. Due to years of being bullied and shouted at, being constantly told I'm wrong and stupid, I rely on other people to know when I have done good, to know when I can celebrate without it coming off as me getting excited over something insignificant. I rely a lot on other people for my happiness. Emotion isn't my strong-suit so I have to surround myself with happy people who can help me see that I am a good person, who can help me with how to display emotion in a normal way.

C did not seem to realise this throughout our whole friendship and would never try to help when my emotional state started dropping, she wouldn't help me understand what the correct amount of emotion is, what grade is good and what isn't. We started a higher education course together, C basically clinging to me but my dependant ass didn't notice and clung back since she was the only other person who liked Kpop that I knew. During the course I had time to think about what I actually wanted to do. Being part of the English literature course made me remember my dream of translation, in the psychology course I learned more about myself, about how my anxiety works, how my manic depression effects my state of mind. I learned about so many different and interesting things that my brain started to click, I started to realise that I didn't like Kpop, I was obsessed with it.

I was obsessed and infatuated, Kpop was my unhealthy coping method which I didn't see. Kpop was the thing that was hurting me the most. At this time, I was still unable to let go. I still couldn't stop myself. When we applied to Universities somewhere in the back of my head my brain was telling me to apply for another course, and I did. whilst C applied for teaching courses and Korean I applied for nearly entirely teaching and Korean courses but snuck in an application for Japanese and International Business.

I felt like I had to sneak at that point because of her becoming overbearing and controlling, making me feel like the only place I could be was right behind her, following her the whole time.

In some fucked twist of fate me and her got into the same university, her on a Korean and tesol course and me on Japanese and Int Business. The small light in the back of my head was still telling me that it was still twisted, that I should not be how I am. That obsessing over Kpop isn't right but I still didn't listen, thinking that Kpop was the right place to be.

I should have seen what she was doing to me when she came to my Bass Practice at one point and heard me play only to weeks later suggest I don’t bring my Bass to Uni as it would “Distract me” yet she brought her PlayStation. She also tried to deter me away from normal music both at the time and during my time around her at University.

Now, I would never try to fully get rid of that time in my life, I would much rather just ignore it as I made many great friends through Kpop (C not being one of them) and I had a lot of fun at the concerts I went to.

Funnily enough, it was religion that actually jogged me out of this freakstorm called Kpop. I always understood the idea of a higher power, of something more than chemicals but less than a "god" It ended up with me finding Satanism (Laveyan) I realised that Religion is only as powerful as you make it. Obsessions, whilst good, are bad in large quantities, you must indulge yourself but too much indulgence leads to greed which is exactly what happened to me. I got too greedy and neglected the rest of my life.

It started small, I would listen to more heavy metal (thinks like Rammstein and Slipknot) and would practice bass more, listen to Kpop less and work on my course and my grades. Of course this slightly strained my friendship with C, I still listened to Kpop, went to the events at the uni, had a fun time at most of them. It wasn't until mid-year that I started seeing the error of my ways.

We went to another Kpop club night that was part of the uni. Because I was getting more used to normal music I could see people staring more, glancing at us with disgust because we knew older songs, because I wouldn't dance for certain groups. It was a small wakeup call, the feeling of being judged and bullied yet again by people nearing on 3 years younger than me was just a pain.

C had pointed a guy out to us during first year, his name is David, he is Korean and was a little bit of an ass (which was understandable due to the amount of Koreaboos he has had to deal with) I did think he was cute, he was a nice guy, liked music I liked but I was not attracted to him (Like I would have been when I was under that disgusting influence) so I just wanted to be his friend.

It started kicking off one night when C got upset over a what David thought was a joke, they both argued and shouted, I ended up as a go between, figuring out what happened, defending C and stopping David from hurting anyone. C took this as me taking David's side, proceeded to not listen to me, make me upset and with my horrible control over emotions, I started having a panic attack whilst shouting at her. She hugged me during my panic attack (A big no no because she was restraining me and giving me physical contact which I hate. Which she should have known being friends with me for 6 years) that made me pass-out, hit my head and get sent to the hospital with a concussion.

I had to pretend it wasn't her fault even though it killed me to do so. During my night in the hospital she managed to make it about her which really upset me. I ended up hanging around with my classmate/friend M after that. M was nice, she listened to me, her and E helped me realise that Kpop isn't all it's set up to be.

After that it went down hill with argues popping up a lot and for me, no escape since we lived together. I started getting disgusted by the Kpop nights with how obsessive and OTT the Kpop fans were, how horrible they were too. It all snapped one day when I just got my results back for an essay which I got a 1st in, I was over the moon but yet again, didn't know if it was good or not. When I showed people for confirmation that I could be happy I was met with jealous but very happy responses apart from C. The one person who was basically my jailer, who told me when it was okay to be happy or not, she responded with "Oh that's alright then I guess." and brushed it off like it was nothing.

It was then that it hit me she has been manipulating me for years, not giving me any real emotions to show. We were friends for 6 years and at that moment, all of the times she brushed me off or never let me talk, talked over me to speak about herself, it all came back. I was so disgusted and upset that I just stopped talking to her, I was too angry to talk to her and was worried that I may hurt her if I do talk.

She took offence to my silence and called me names, tried to force me to talk to her (Which is also bad because I do not react well to forced confrontation and most of the time lash out both physically and verbally) so I kept ignoring her to the point I felt too threatened to leave my room. It was horrible. I wasn't until she sent me a message telling me to act like an adult that I flipped.

No one, and I mean no one, calls me childish and gets away with it. That is the number 1 way to piss me off and get me to immediately cut ties.

I put in an application to move with the Uni due to being under threat and feeling unsafe. They moved me the next day. Whilst She was still in the flat, she didn't even notice me moving out. I was so disgusted with that.

After that, I met my new flatmates, none of them liked Kpop, they introduced me to nice music, better music which actually made me feel good, not infatuated. Happy. I could talk to them more about normal things. because of the lack of the obsession, my grades went up, I started making friends easier, my confidence went up.

After getting back into normal music, i started to realise how low-quality Kpop actually is. How disgustingly gendered it is and how sexist it is. Kpop ruined me but normal music made me realise who I am and how to become that person I always wished I was.

The only music I strictly don't listen to now is Rap, Kpop and Top-Chart Pop music.

Currently, I am a university student working towards my dream of becoming a government translator. I have prospects to work in Japan after I graduate and I am absolutely ecstatic about that. I cut out so many bad friends and managed to make myself feel more human again just by getting rid of a single music taste from my life.

 -Killian.

(If you’re going to spam me with hate and try to whine about how “Not all Kpop fans are like that” or “Kpop isn’t bad, you’re just stupid” and shit like that then you are just proving my point. If you come at me with a valid argument and actual valid points, I will explain my opinions and my side of the argument.)

BASICALLY, TREAT ME HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED.

Don’t be an asshole because I will just be an asshole back.

#personal #friends #fake friends #kpop #toxic friendship #toxic fandom #toxic music #Korean pop #koreaboo #music

[dutifullyimpossiblebarbarian]

How To Shift Anger To Work For You

Are you going through, or already divorced, and feel overwhelmed by the anger and frustration from being disrespected by the ex?

If yes, I’ve been where you are and can relate to what you’re feeling.

I’ve been immobilized by the anger, frustration, anxiety, and being concerned about the impact of divorce on my young child. I’ve been beyond being fed up with being disrespected by the ex.

It felt like I was walking on eggshells. No matter what I said or did, no matter how hard I tried, the ex became even more unreasonable.

It was evident the divorce situation was having a negative impact on our three-year old daughter. She was becoming whiny, which had never happened before. For the first time, she was having trouble falling asleep at bedtime.

It seemed every aspect of the relationship between the ex and me was only getting worse.

There just had to be some way to start to change things, but I had no idea where to begin.

I knew I had to try to create a change, and I knew it had to begin with me because I understood that I was the only person I could control or change.

I found the opportunity to shift during a situation that was having a very negative impact on our daughter.

Legal custody of our daughter was an equal 50/50. For over two years, The ex and I had been able to to communicate and figure out the schedule. After several variations, we agreed to an every other week schedule, with our daughter going to the other parent’s home on Wednesday nights.

Then, out of the blue, and for no apparent reason, the ex suddenly refused to discuss the schedule and mandated we use the schedule documented in our divorce decree.

I was shocked to discover the divorce decree outlined an every other day schedule.

This daily alternating schedule provided zero consistency and zero stability for our little 3 year old girl who was now thrown into a chaotic back and forth between our two homes every single day.

This doesn’t even begin to account for the differences in the two homes as far as parenting style, rules, structure and so much more.

I was afraid this new schedule could instill seeds of trauma for our young daughter.

My consternation was confirmed when I shared the situation with a child psychologist, who was likewise appalled that a divorce decree would mandate an every other day schedule for a young child.

(If I were to go into the fact that any divorce attorney would suggest, much less agree to, this type of physical custody schedule to be put into a divorce decree, this article would be much longer…).

I was stunned and furious that the ex was mandating that our 3-year old daughter be put on such a schedule.

 How completely self-centered! How could she be so oblivious to the negative effects this schedule could have on our child!

I was caught up in a vicious cycle of reacting to my anger towards the ex.

Needless to say, this only made the situation worse. I knew I had to do something differently to try to improve things for my daughter.

As I began to reflect on what to do, it hit me… my anger wasn’t ever going to improve anything.

I knew I wanted to do my best to create an environment of divorce that provided balance and support for our daughter. And this is what inspired me to shift my perspective and to start to focus on creating such an environment of divorce.

Providing consistency and stability for our daughter was essential. This meant somehow coming to terms with the ex so we could stop the insanity and start an every other week plan for moving forward.

Yet the exrefused to even listen to my attempts to reason. In fact, she got more uncooperative and difficult.

At this point I felt I had no other option. Since the ex would not work together to co-parent, I took her back to court over the custody schedule.

Ironically, we never went in front of a judge. Sitting in the hall outside the courtroom, our respective attorneys started “negotiating”. There was a lot of back and forth, and a lot of accusations coming from the ex. At first it felt like we were spinning our wheels and would be getting nowhere.

The ex said the only way she would change the schedule was if I handed over 50% of an education fund I had personally set up for our daughter.

How dare she! The audacity to steal what I’d set up for our daughter! Talk about being self-centered!

For me, our daughter’s well-being was the top priority, and here her mom was making it about money, money that was NOT hers, but that actually belonged to our daughter.

Then it hit me. By getting angry, I was being self-centered and making it about money.

And I understood that anger would never get us to a solution.

Again, I shifted my focus to what I wanted to create for our daughter. A huge part of this was having a balanced schedule that provided consistency and stability.

I took a few slow, deep breaths, and calmly told my attorney to say “Yes” to handing over 50% of the education fund amount that I had established for our daughter.

My decision was shared with the ex and her attorney, and low and behold, we were able to come to terms and agree to an every other week schedule!

I let go of my anger and frustration and I made this decision for the sake of my precious daughter. Letting go of my anger allowed me to re-channel the stirring energy stemming from my anger in a much more positive way that led to a more beneficial outcome.

This directly led to my learning one of the most impacting lessons of my life.

When I feel really angry and allow myself to react to it, it will never be very likely that I’ll be able to create or get what I really want.

By shifting my focus from my anger to creating an environment of divorce where my daughter would thrive, I shifted the energy I’d been emitting, and we were able to come to terms.

Reflecting back, do I still think Absolutely, yes, I do.

the ex was being self-centered and unreasonable?

By getting clear that my number one priority was, and is, my daughter, I was able to let go of my anger and shift to an intentional focus to create a more positive and beneficial environment for our daughter… and this indeed was the outcome.

My challenge to you is to think about the last time you reacted with anger toward the ex.

Ask yourself what was it that actually triggered you?

Did your anger get you what you really wanted? Of course not.

Now commit to being more aware, more prepared for the next interaction with the ex.

Think about what you really want to create, and why.

My why was my daughter. I wanted to create a more positive environment of divorce for her so she could thrive.

When you find the anger starting to simmer in the depths of your soul, what is something you can say to yourself or do that will snap you out of it, that will help you shift your focus to what you really want to create?

Think about what you really want to create for your children. Next, intently shift your focus to determine what you are going to say or do next to get you closer to actually starting to create it.

As you follow-through on this challenge, nurture it, condition it by being consistent and you will be able to remain in self-control, remain calm, and change the outcome for the sake of your kids.

Shifting your perspective changes everything. It allows you to shift out of anger and into a state of being more intentional.

Note: To learn insights about where you are in your divorce situation, take the free Split Harmony Quiz.

Take two minutes right now to take the quiz:

www.splitharmonyquiz.com

Your response with suggested next steps will be emailed to you.

Do it right now for the sake of your kids.

[cycat4077]

Changes: A Sonny x Reader fic

(You know I’m in too deep with a fandom when I start writing fics...)

Sonny Carisi is ruining my expectations of men and, much to my dismay, slowly converting me into a “legs” woman. So it’s no wonder I want to write cute fluffy stories about him. Except this one doesn’t start out so fluffy. Like no fluff at all. Actually a lot of mutual loathing. But hey, what’s the opposite of hate? Yep! Love. We’ll get there folks ;)

Title: Changes Ship: Sonny x Reader (OC female character) Chapters: 1/? (should be more to come) Links: AO3, FF.net (or see below the cut), Chapter List

Notes:  I love Carisi so much and Peter does such a fantastic job portraying him (and he's absolutely gorgeous to boot). It's hard to see Sonny as anything but a total sweetheart...But I wanted to try something a bit different. What if he and a love interest got off on the wrong foot and she was really annoyed by everything he did? How does that dynamic change when they finally start getting to know each other? Hope you enjoy! It was a quick idea that popped into my head. I do plan on continuing it for a bit, so any feedback would be loved!

Chapter 1: Summer Hire

This is the point in your life where you’d probably hear a record scratch and a voice-over version of yourself would say: “I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here?”

Well, you suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world but it’s not the exact vision you had had for yourself when you moved to New York.

You’re a university graduate. You did a Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in biology upstate and, after finding your calling as a teacher, you completed a Master's in education to top it all off. The affiliations and contacts you made there led you to NYC when a part-time lecturer position opened up in Manhattan. It is in your discipline and you only have to teach one course per semester. It’s your foot in the door, doing something you truly love. But, the part-time position also comes with some drawbacks. The classes you teach aren’t offered in the summer, and with a wage that pays you by the lecture, summer break essentially means your income comes to a halt. New York isn’t exactly a city to offer affordable living either. This means money is tight, leaving you with no other choice but to seek out some temp work.

And low and behold, a position at the NYPD’s special victim’s unit became your new meal ticket. Being a teacher already means that you have the necessary police background checks completed and you have previously dealt with an issue on campus that vouches for your credibility when it comes to confidentiality. You are hired no problem, but the downside is that the job is for a bookkeeper. And bookkeeping is the fancy term the NYPD used for “clean up the paperwork messes we’ve let accumulate”. But a job’s a job and it will cover your summer bills.

So here you are: It’s your first day as SVU’s “bookkeeper” and you were told to find Sgt. Olivia Benson when you arrive. You walk into the squad room and your ears are immediately overwhelmed by ringing phones and the sounds of chatter. There are detectives whizzing by, going about whatever it is they do. You hug your notebook to your chest as you try to seek out the sergeant among the chaos. You see a brunette head into an office and figure that she’s your best bet.

“Hello,” you speak meekly, as you stand at the door.

The woman spins around and greets you with a quizzical smile.

“I’m here for the summer bookkeeper position,” you continue.

“Oh, yes! Welcome to SVU. Let me introduce you to the squad.” Sgt. Benson leads you to the center of the squad room and hollers to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up, everyone! This is our newest member of the team. She’s here to take care of all the filing messes you’ve left around here.”

You hear a chorus of lighthearted groans and chuckles from the rest of the team as Benson gives you a pat on the back.

Just then a tall, lanky man comes lumbering in towards the two of you. “Really, Sarge? A temp?” he scoffs.

“Carisi,” starts Benson, sounding very much like a mom scolding her son, “you know just as much as everyone else here that we have a backlog of case reports that need serious filing”.

He shrugs his shoulders, raising his hands as if to say whatever, you’re in charge! before walking away and plunking himself down at a desk.

Benson shows you to your new work station and the mounds of filing that are in disarray. “Don’t worry,” she reassures you with a warm smile, “it just takes these folks time to warm up to new faces.” 

But it’s too late you think as she walks past that Carisi guy. His arrogance has immediately put you off. Him and his smug attitude. You get the same kind of defiance from your teenage students, for crying out loud!

The days go by, albeit slowly, as you trudge through paperwork. You’ve familiarized yourself with their previous filing system and are trying to sort and stack to match it. It’s tedious work but overall, not the worst possible job. The one thing that does annoy you though is Carisi. You watch him around the office from time to time. He’s got a loud, boisterous voice that always lets everyone know when he’s around. He’s got that brow of his which always seems to be knitted in disgust. Even the way he saunters around like he’s some tough guy makes you feel sick. And he always stands there with his hand on his hip like he’s someone important. Not to mention how brash he is with everyone he talks to and how he’s always trying to show off his legal knowledge to anyone who’ll listen…and even to those who won’t.

On top of his general demeanor, he has not exactly been friendly with you either. He clearly hasn’t given you the benefit of the doubt and he definitely doesn’t consider you a squad member. In all fairness, you’re not really a part of their detective team, but you still see these people everyday. Most of them make an effort to be nice to you. You can even sometimes overhear him let out these little quips about the paperwork or he’ll refer to you like you’re not even there. Carisi never ceases to make your eyes roll or your blood boil.

About a month into the job, you decide you need to work late. There’s at least a year’s worth of backlog and you really want to get the ball rolling with the organization. On top of that though, during the day you came across a really big mess. Folders that have cases mixed up and they desperately need proper sorting. So, overtime it is!

Everyone had already left and it’s just you in your messy bun, shuffling through countless papers and files. Well, you thought you were the only one left…

But of course, in comes Carisi with that stomach-churning saunter and that grumpy face of his. You let out an annoyed sigh. How was he going to try to insult you this time?

“You’re still here, newbie?” he chirps when he sees you.

“Backlog of paperwork, remember?” you quip back with just the perfect amount of sass.

“Ah, yes, how could I forget? Very important job and all…” His words absolutely drip with sarcasm but you are adamant that you won’t let him get to you. So, you just roll your eyes and turn back to your work.

When he notices your lack of rebuttal, he adds, “Clockin’ some oh-tee, myself. Mighta missed a lead in somma these files from our latest case.” He rolls up his sleeves as he speaks, exposing his forearms.

You, too, notice how warm the squad room is. Damn summer heat.

“That’s nice.” You fake a smile, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He plops down at his station a row across from your work-space, stretching himself out as his long, lanky legs crowd out his desk space. Carisi glances down as if he’s about to delve into his work, but then looks back up and over to you. You feel his blue eyes boring into you from a distance. “Why the hell you take this stupid job anyway? I assume the pay is total crap.”

Your head snaps up to glare at him. What a bold statement. He knows nothing about you yet he has the audacity to assume that this job is worthless? He probably thinks you’re just some desperate girl who needs to take whatever job she can get. Nothing to her name; nothing of worth.

“For your information,” you punctuate the words, “the college courses I teach aren’t offered in the summer.” You wanted your words to be a knife and to twist them so as to wipe the smug look off his face.

“Yourra teacher?” he says, taken aback.

You’ve got him! Not so smug now! “Yes, biological sciences at one of the colleges here in Manhattan.”

Carisi looks genuinely shocked. His eyebrows are raised and he’s just staring at you. You’ve finally rendered the mouthy detective speechless. You would do a victory dance, but you wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed it that much.

“Wow,” he states with a small smile, “that’s really awesome.”

A compliment. Wow indeed. But then you notice something. His normally knitted, grumpy eyebrows that you detest so much are actually softened and expressive. In fact, his whole demeanor has suddenly changed. He looks…kind.

“What?” You finally break the silence, still trying to put up the hardened front.

“Nothin’. Just neva knew that ‘bout you. Why haven’t you said anything?” he questions.

“You never asked,” you reply simply. And, before you can stop yourself, you add: “Besides, I’m just a temp.” You immediately regret saying it. It was a dirty dig, especially when Carisi was actually trying to be nice.

“Yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry ‘bout that...”

His apology hangs heavily in the air for a few long moments before you decide to quietly utter: “It’s alright.”

You both silently return to your work for another few hours. Eventually, however, you can’t see straight. Your eyes hurt and your headache is growing worse. Your glasses had slipped so far down your nose that someone may mistake you for a little old granny. Your hair is sticking out in all directions, seemingly trying to escape its bun-prison. It’s most definitely time for you to head home.

You look up to see Carisi totally overcome with fatigue as well. He has bags under his eyes from a hard day. You know his job isn’t easy and you can admit that he actually does take it very seriously.

You stand up and close the open file in front of you. Your movements release Carisi from his work-induced trance. “Headin’ out?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Can’t take anymore of this tonight.”

“I should call it a night too,” he says, standing up and straightening his tie. “Uh, lemme walk you home. It’s real late and there’s creeps hangin’ ‘round at this hour.”

You catch his eye. He looks genuinely apologetic. 'You' from a couple of weeks ago would have said no way in hell. Heck, 'You' from a couple of hours ago would have shut him down instantly. But something makes you say yes. For some reason your gut is telling you to give him a chance – that maybe you had judged him a little too quickly as well. “Sure,” you nod. “Thanks, detective.”

He flashes you a half smile. “Please, call me Sonny.”

Notes: Unfortunately, society does a lot of labeling and judging based on very little information. Doesn't matter what job you have or what you look like. If you take the chance to get to know someone, you may be pleasantly surprised :) 

Chapter 2 here

#sonny carisi #dominick carisi #sonny x reader #law and order svu #my fanfic #Sonnyshine of my life #sonny carisi x reader

[ottostherapy]

How to not be an adult - Reunion

Severus Snape x OC

a/n: Still a Snape appreciation month story, cause Snape deserves some love. Excuse my language, not my mother tongue.

post-war au, where Snape survives and returns to teaching at Hogwarts. After disappearing for almost four month, he is to meet his new colleagues.

warnings: none

word count: 1358

Part 1

(gif’s not mine)

Soon the other teachers arrived, some of which Severus knew, some of which he couldn’t recall having met before. Filius Flitwick was late to the feast they had in the Great Hall, which was not to his surprise. The short wizard continuously had a hard time letting go of his wife, or the other way around, Severus didn’t know.

He, himself was sat next to Minerva and Horace Slughorn.

While his former potions professor had a lot to talk about, Severus kept to himself. He watched Septima Vector talking to a rather small, chubby witch, with puffy dark hair, standing to all directions, listened to a vivid conversation between Rolanda Hooch and Pomona Sprout about the effect of Fluxweed in brooms. Nearby sat Poppy Pomfrey, who had taken interest in a neatly dressed witch. All around the staff chattered, yet the air glimmered in a tense.

Minerva cleared her throat and stood up. “I want to welcome you all to this years’ Hogwarts staff!” The professors quickly silenced. “I hope you enjoyed our first meal together.”

Here and there Severus saw a nod. Rubeus Hagrid even managed to rasp an “Of course” between slugs out his massive cup.

“Since we are now a vast mixture of common and new members, I reckoned we get to know each other a bit better before the year starts.” A whisper went through the table of teachers.

Severus and his long-established colleagues vividly remembered the silly games Albus had made them play over and over again.

“I think a quick introduction, a few words about yourself will suffice for tonight.” Minerva paused. “Due to the recent events, I have permitted myself to take a few changes in structure and curriculum, so for the next year we are joined by mental-health experts.” She looked to the neat witch next to Poppy. “At Rolanda’s and Poppy’s request, I have also decided to include a teacher for the sportive students, who are less interested in performing Quidditch, whereas I do question their common sense.”

Severus smiled faintly at her words. Ever since he remembered the older witch, she had been overly-engaged in cheering for Gryffindor to win the Quidditch-Cup. Admittedly, he himself was competitive, ambitious, one could say and he was glad to have been able to smear the victory of his house into Minerva’s face for a few years. Of course, this had never felt as good as the year his friend Regulus Black, captain of the Slytherin team while Severus was still learning had beat the arrogant James Potter in Gryffindor team.

“I did include a little twist for our introductory round”, Minerva summoned a good amount of parchment snippets. “These are quotes I have collected from you throughout the years knowing you, for those whom I don’t know as long, I chose quotes that do not immediately give away they are taken from the interview.” She had the snippets fly to the staff, one for each of them. “Once you introduced yourself you read the quote and then it’s everyone’s turn to guess.”

Horace nudged Severus’ side. “Don’t give me away, Severus.” The elder wizard wiggled his eyebrows at his former student.

“I will be silent as the dead.”

Horace twitched. “Oh no, no. Please don’t say that, dear.” Severus felt his heart sting. For the past years, he had lived knowing he had to die, knowing he had to kill Albus, knowing there were few people who appreciated him. Not to mention his father or his bullies. He was aware Horace valued him as a wizard, he had not expected him to appreciate him as a human being.

“Can I go firs’, Minerva?”, Severus heard Hagrid holler in excitement, to which she nodded.

The giant Gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures-Professor nonchalantly stood up. “Erm, well. My name’s Rubeus Hagrid an’ I am proud to stand ‘ere as the schools Keeper of Keys an’ Grouns, all thanks to Albus Dumbledore. Err, an’ I am also teaching the kids the Care of Magical Creatures.” He raised a hand to scratch his chin underneath the feral beard.

“Thank you, Rubeus.” Minerva gave him an affirming smile. “The quote?”

“Oi!” Hagrid unfolded the paper. “It says: I was expec’ing to see more blood today.”

Severus could barely contain the sneer, that was crawling the muscles around his mouth. He glanced at the very red, laughing Poppy, remembering the remark she had given towards the Slytherin-Gryffindor match a few years ago.

Against his anticipation, the quote-guessing game was a rather fun occurrence.

He found out Filius had gotten an anonymous love-letter the year, that the annoying Lockard had been employed, Pomona regularly talked to random cats around the greenhouses, hoping them to be Minerva, Maia Reed, the witch right next to Poppy had specialised in psychology at a muggle university and even though she looked so strict was a huge nerd for karaoke. Upon the mention of her degree at the muggle university the new professor for Muggle Studies shot her an envious look.

He, Baldwin Sivit, reminded Severus of Arthur Weasley, except he was less red-headed and did probably not have numerous children, he did however, raise the same energy, being all-interested in Muggle artefacts and such. Severus already knew he was not going to deliberately make friends with this person.

“Look, this one even copied his name on the test, we are teaching a year of dunderheads.” Severus shifted. He took a large sip red-wine and tried to look as indifferent as possible. Of course, all of the common professors laughed, knowing exactly, there was only one person in the room to be making these kinds of remarks.

Much to his surprise the small witch with the puffy locks snorted, before she blushed furiously. She searched the other adults’ faces with a curious look. As she reached his dark eyes, Severus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

“Definitely him!”, she blurted out, pointing at Severus. Her voice was low, raspy, with a delicate accent, he could not match. And if he didn’t know better, he would say she had stuck his tongue out at him.

“Why would you insult a student like this?” Sivit glared at Severus.

Before Severus could speak – he had something along the lines of “It’s not an insult if it’s true” in mind – Minerva intervened. “Professor Snape slips sarcastic remarks every now and then.” She paused, inspecting both Sivit and Severus strictly.

What an understatement, he thought to himself, but Minerva quickly continued: “He however, beholds very high aspiration regarding his students, which usually results in very well-educated young adults.”

“Indeed, indeed. You have, to this day, excelled every student I taught. Besides, did I ever tell you? The students I took over, are without exception experts at basic-knowledge.” Horace nodded in excitement.

“Even Longbottom?”, Severus asked raising an eyebrow. He did not turn his head to face the Potions Master, but his eyes scanned the wizard to his side cautiously.

Horace didn’t answer, instead the witch, who outed him, started introducing herself. “My name is Lilou Frei, I am the new Transfiguration Professor, I have attended Hogwarts for my own education from 74 to 81, some of you might remember me”, she winked at Pomona Sprout, then searched Severus’ face for any emotion, but he kept a straight face. He did not remember Lilou, and he certainly was very displeased with her name. “After graduating, I spent my years in my mother’s hometown in Switzerland, studying the art of turning one thing into another and also turning myself into a duck, because honestly, who doesn’t like ducks, they are lovely!” She cupped her face with her hands, probably thinking of the ducks she was referring to. Severus could not recall having seen a lovely duck, ever. “Oh, and I have an undying love for bouncy castles.” She added straight-faced.

Severus couldn’t help but grin. Ducks, an undying love for bouncy-castles and that bubbly energy of hers. This year would be … interesting.

“My sentence says: You will not regret this; I can turn myself into a duck!” Lilou giggled. “Oh how very unfortunate. This is me!”

#Severus Snape #prosnape #snape appreciation month #snape fanfiction #snape fanfic #snapeloveposts #snape lives au #snapedom #snape x oc #hp

[lowelljaygella]

A SOCIETAL ISSUE THAT HINDERS DEVELOPMENT: DIGITAL DIVIDE

The speed of technological advancement is wondrous to behold. Each time technology advances, the speed of advancement increases twofold. With this speed of advancement, people have also changed their lifestyle drastically. Then there is Digital divide, which is one of the effects of rapid technological advancement. According to merriam webster dictionary, digital divide is the economic, educational, and social inequalities between those who have computers and online access and those who do not. The people who makes up the digital divide are the natives and the immigrants. Digital natives, are persons who are born in the age of digital technology and thus familiar with computers and the internet from an early age while digital immigrants are persons who are born before the massive use of digital technology. Digital divide has becoming more of an issue as technology advances further and computer and other gadgets start to drop prices, making it affordable nearly to everyone. Even at our home digital divide is present for example,

Adelaida(my mother), a middle aged wife, have children that are exposed to computers and to the internet. Adelaida, who struggles at using laptops for her presentations, have children who are expert at using the almost every type of gadget. One time Adelaida was invited by her sons and daughters to a google meeting. She had difficulty in using the platform and thus, she failed to join, creating a communication barrier to her children. This type of issue is very common today, with the older grown ups being the digital immigrants and the children being the digital natives. Me, as a student, should find solutions to cope with these problems. To help bridge the gap between us digital natives and digital immigrants, I must empower digital immigrants to further use digital technology. I must inform my parents about the low-cost access to digital technology, as the gadget prices started to get confortably affordable. I should tell them about the convenience of the internet to further entice them into using the internet. But the best thing I could do to help them is to teach them how to use, tell them about the things in the internet. With my efforts to bridge the gap, I hope this would help in resolving the issue of digital divide. We should help others in order to bridge the gap and for the better future.