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monstress · 1 year

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Favorite 2022 Korean Album Releases

khamat — hunjiya

this album is sonically so so beautiful! the r&b-pop hybrid is trendy (which can be a strength and a weakness) but this album has amazing build up that i cannot ignore. the narrative of zillennial’s blustery self-assuredness with the tracks all in capital letters - ending with last month’s rent in lowercase as the dawning realization of adulthood and growing out of friends and your childhood home. yeah...i’ll drink to that. the best engineered album of the year.

neap paradise — shin hae gyeong

one of my faveeee rock releases of the year. the arrangement of this album is so pleasing as you delve longer and longer in its psychedelic soundscape. it’s also a little reminiscent of korean indie sounds in the early 2010s which mayhaps colored my bias to this album. in addition, there are sooo many individual hooks across this album: when the guitar solo ripssss in Vandalism? the toy laugh at the end of Kaleidoscope? the descending chords in My Chronos? *chefs kiss*

piece of space — kaiavant

this album is soooo sexy...like how can you make marimba in the opening track sound alluring? she did it though! speaking about a shattered, unstable relationship, this alt-r&b is splendidly built and shows so much potential for kaiavant. the track woo hoo (feat. kid milli) is a star. if you’re a fan of bibi’s sound, do check her out!

evergray — jiwoo

his previous album ‘esprit’ got him on my to watch list and he delivered this year!! moody, introspective, and downbeat, this album is wonderful for those searching for a slow night and jiwoo’s voice perfectly emulates the toxicity of lust, love, and breakups. like a dark curtain of rain, it ensconced you in the melodrama if you let it.

nameless things — xeuda

decided to check this album since it was co-produced by cacophony and it didn’t disappoint! if you decide to listen to this album in one sitting, it’s so artful at how it slowly unravels from being defensive in sharing to you the true nature of its artist (her anxiety) and slowly opens up to a crescendo of a frenzy and ends like a grey cast in the aftermath of a storm.

life goes on — orange flavored cigarettes

might be a ~vibey entry to the list but the funk production flares (the underwater effect in kontrast, the reverb in that’s all i want) makes it distinct against its similar bands. this was in constant rotation for the summer for the slow summer nights with its ambient vocals. highly rec check out their other 2022 singles, especially noah.

a.k.a YAYA — yaya kim

this is an insaneeeee album from start to finish. with 33 tracks (yes that’s right!!!!), this album is indulgent, effusive, and operatic in its splendor. it’s magnificent, dark, and seductive which completely matches yaya kim’s husky voice. a concept album for a noir film that doesn’t exist, if you will. from the opening track, it asks you to let down your apprehension and enjoy the velvet-textured, wonderfully performed ride to its completion.

damage — kim doeon

i do love me some experimental albums and this album introduced me to the delightful name of the genre ‘folktronica’. while it’s more ambient than what i prefer, i’ve had this album on replay to able to parse something new with each listen. it’s soooo funky, fresh, and pleasant and it’s production is very evocative of a charming indie pixel game. Green Screen is my fave track of the year.

ㅠㅠ — gonggonggoo009

when this album starts, it does not let up! it’s 40 mins long album and uses it expeditiously and excellently. the tracks are delightfully groovy at times, addictive in a few, and GOES HARD that you will not fatigued by the end of the runtime. and i know the man has become persona non grata (for good, good reasons) but it will be remiss not to mention the influence of kanye’s my beautiful dark twisted fantasy in this album’s production (the tracks monster, walk and polar bear are pretty obvious - and no, it’s not just because of the autotune). however, as the album goes on it does evolve to take on more of kendrick’s work (concentration is the best track imo). fave khh album of the year, don’t miss out.

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honorable mentions: all of ive’s singles, conch’s hurry up!, kwon eun bi’s lethality, slom’s weather report, rocket punch’s flash, bibi’s lowlife princess: noir, youha’s love you more, newjeans’ hype boy, baek yerin’s pisces, lucid fall’s voice beside guitar, dpr ian’s moodswings in to order

#mines #favkreleases #korean indie #kindie #khh #krock #krnb

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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*cough* so i really love your work!! i love everything your put out so far however i’m now going to request for angst mwehehrh. Feel free to reject this if you aren’t comfortable!!

archon x albedo but they break up with him because they still haven’t moved on from their past lover that was slaughtered and felt it would be unfair if they stayed with albedo if they still loved someone else? Thankyou!!!

don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry

I'm so sorry that it took this long, I have been working a lot the past month and I've not been well mentally soooo yeah, but I'm glad I finally finished it! I was suprised myself at what I wrote, I only had to write an ending for this so ouch haha

thank you so much for your kind words I’m- ahhh I’m so happy that you love what I shared ( ˙꒳˙ )

I’m so insecure with my writing so it’s reassuring to hear such kind words!

about the request: ooooOOOH I love this!!! And honestly my mind went directly into thousand different directions to make it even MORE angsty ahaha poor Albedo ( ╥ω╥ )

Genre: Angst, Hurt, no comfort, a bit fluff in between but it's more bittersweet

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: mention of Khaenri`ah, mention of blood

Word count: 1,811 words

Characters: Albedo, gn!dendro Archon reader

Format: Text

Fic is under the cut!

“-and I think it is best to go separate ways from now on.” Ah, how peculiar. What is this strange feeling in Albedo’s chest? It feels like there is no air in his lungs anymore, an unsettling feeling spreading from his stomach through his whole body. Feverously he searched his mind for a reason for your words. Go separate ways? He heard what you said, but at the same time he did not understand the meaning of your words. Albedo stood there in your shared bedroom, stiff as a board his eyes pierced through you, no longer looking at you. It was as if you weren’t there.

“Albedo?”, your head peaked through the door of his office, sending him a smile. He peaked up from the work on his desk, strands of blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “Ah, (Y/N), hello,” curling his lips into a small smile at your sight. You stepped into the office, walking around the table, and leaning on it right beside him. His eyes were fixed on you. “Busy?” you asked as you brushed the strands of hair back behind his ear. A faint blush crept unto his face; you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for how close you were to him. Clearing his throat he looked back down on the papers in front of him, answering your question. “Umm, well yes. The next expedition to the Dragonspine and my experiments need to be organised, though the formalities of filling out the forms for Jean is nothing that I am interested in.” He heard you chuckle at his words, wondering what was so funny about them. “I wonder”, you began, leaning down to him, so close the tips of your noses nearly were touching, “if is there something here that might interest you more.” “I supposed, there is,” he said and closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

“Albedo?”, your concerned voice pulled him out the pleasant memory that crossed his mind. He had been quite for a while now, it worried you. You weren’t sure how he’d take it, you asking to break off your relationship. It had been quite pleasant so far, the last few months with him. There weren’t any quarrels between the two of you nor reasons for the heartbreak Albedo felt right in this moment. You both were always honest to each other, about who and what each of you were. And because of this honesty each of you valued you had to break his heart. “I-“, his voice was hoarse, it had more emotions in it than he liked it to. “I need to ask you this… why?”. He finally looked at you, his cerulean eyes filled with pain. Ah, the dreadful question you knew he would ask, but you hoped he wouldn’t. There was no use in lying to him now, to not share the true reason for why you’re breaking up with him. Though you secretly wished that you could spare him the truth.

You sat under the shadows of a tree, eyes closed and feeling the warm summer breeze on your skin. “Please, don’t move.” At that you opened your eyes, looking at Albedo sitting across of you with his sketchbook and a pencil in his hands, sketching a portrait of you. “You quick with your hands, I doubt my small movements would change anything that you draw,” you said in a teasing tone, earning a raised brow from him, but no comment. There you were, the two of you. Sitting in the shadow, a comfortable silence surrounding the both of you. You watched the way Albedo furrowed his brows, looking up to you and then down to the paper, for him to sigh in frustration and starting a new sketch. “Somethings wrong?”, it has been the fourth piece of paper he rips out of the book and tosses aside. “I seem not to be able to capture your features correctly, something always is a bit off.” “Let me see,” you lean forward trying to grab one of the sketches he tossed away, but Albedo was quicker to snatch them away. “Don’t,” he says, hiding the pieces of paper behind his back. “Oh, come on, Bedo. I wanna see, I can’t look that bad” you joke, moving closer to him hoping to get a peak at his fifth sketch. Before you could even come close to taking a look he closed the sketchbook, denying you access to it. “No matter how often I try to draw you, it never does you justice”, he sighs, pinching the bride of his nose. You were close enough to him now to lean your head on his shoulder. “You know, it is quite the challenge to get the godly features of me right,” taking his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “But I’m sure in all of the centuries I’ve lived through you might be the first one to succeed at it.”

You took a deep breath, dreading the answer you were going to give him. There was no way to sugar coat it and you were sure Albedo wouldn’t want to hear a long winded explanation if it wasn’t needed. Like a bandaid that needs to get ripped off you decided to do it as quickly as possible. “I don’t love you. I’m sorry, Albedo.” At your words Albedos heart was shattering into thousand small pieces. He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the tears that were trying to fall from his eyes… still, he had so many questions for you. His mind was racing, but all he could bring out was again the same question as before. “Why?”

“Albedo, please believe me when I say I wish I could. I wish I would love you, the way you deserve it. The way I want to, the way I still love them. You mean a great deal to me, please believe this. The time we spend together was time I enjoyed and that’s why I feel the need to be honest with you now. I hadn’t said anything before because I believed I could open my heart again, open it up for you. However it seems it’s impossible for me and I am so sorry for it. I shouldn’t have led you on like this…”

Blood curling screams were filling the streets of a small city that did not exist anymore. War was always present in Teyvat, there have been the past thousand years without it, but before that? The land was filled with the blood of mortals and god alike, the first ones killing each other in the names of the second ones. The reasons for most of the wars were laughable. One started them out of hurt pride, the other to broaden their territory and a third just out of sheer boredom. Not caring a bit about the humans that were caught in the crossfire of the gods. So when the Archon War began, similar to the ones before but just the scales were so different. There you were, a small deity. The god of the woods as they called you. You never liked the blood shed, it poisoned the earth so that no plant was able to grow. Before you were able to just avoid the wars, this time around you had no choice. And in the middle of this war you met someone astonishing. Until this day you couldn’t say if it was a curse or a blessing that they made their way into your life and your heart. All you know now is just the deep grief that is always there with you since they are gone. In the middle of bloodshed and darkness that the Archon War brought with it you found someone who made you forget the horrors of it, who made the burden of the crown easier when you rose to the position of the Dendro Archon after it - a position you didn't want at first, it falling into your hands by mere coincidence. After that you spend some marvelous years with that one person by your side, but even those who aren't entirely human are mortal, even gods can be killed. With another War that came, they left your side, wanting to protect you, to protect Sumeru. Brutally slaughtered by the hands of an enemy that envied your position, your power. Now all what remains of them is the dry earth. The massive woods of Sumeru turned into deserts, a consequence of your grief. And when the day came for another war, more blood and destruction at Khaenri`ah you decided to leave. To cut all ties with Celestia and give up the seat you never wanted in the first place.

Albedo knew most of this. He knew who you are, he knew of your nature before you made him fall in love with you. You never just told him about your past lover, too much did their loss still hurt and, what you were ashamed of admitting, too much did Albedo resemble them. In the silence of the shared room you finally told him what orginally drew you to him - how much you really wished you were able to love him for himself and while yes, you liked him very much, it was someone else you saw in him when you kissed. Someone else you wished he was. At first you didn't knew it yourself, in the beginning you really believed it was possible for you to find new love... but you still wished most days they were with you. It was time to be honest with him, to speak the truth, no matter how much you hurt him. "Albedo...", you began slowley, your voice drifting to him, but what sounded like a sweet melody just hours before now makes him feel sick. "Don't." he interrupted you. "I thank you for your honesty and for telling me the truth, but I don't need to hear more." With that he left the room, making his way towards his lab on Dragonspine. Not one person in Mondstadt would think of Albedo as a dumb person, everyone says how they are impressed with how smart he his... so why does he feel so stupid right now? He was a fool to believe that he was loveable, that someone saw him for who and what he was, not what they wanted him to be. For now he just wants to be alone again, surround himself with his work and ignore these feelings in his chest. The heartbreak, the betrayel... but also the feeling of relief. Albedo did wonder how much it would've pained you if he ever loses control, but now this is not a concern anymore. And still, as he made his way up Dragonspine he couldn't help the frozen tears coming spilling from his eyes.

#genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin impact #albedo kreideprinz #albedo genshin impact #genshin #fan fiction #angst #hurt #no comfort #genshin angst #i am not happy with the ending but i guess it's okay #my mind was going in a 'maybe albedo goes to the knights hq and meets kaeya there' and yeah I'm stuck in Kaebedo brain rot fight me

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lilydalexf · 3 years

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Michelle Kiefer

Michelle has 55 stories at Gossamer. If you haven’t read them, what are you waiting for?! She has great takes on Mulder and Scully. I’ve recced some of my favorites of her fics here before, including Christmas in California, Making Other Plans, and Six Inch Valley. Big thanks to Michelle for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I’m not sure anyone is still reading my stories. I haven’t migrated my X-Files ones to AO3. I don’t think Gossamer provides any viewing statistics. I’d be very happy to hear that people still like my work.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

My X-Files fandom experience was amazing. I remember that sense of excitement and immediacy. It was thrilling to write stories (and read those of other authors, of course) in an active fandom for a show that was on the air. It was truly my first experience in an online world--a parallel world to my real life existence. I learned how to keep a foot in each world. As I recall, it was very hard to keep my focus in my “meat” world, when the online one was so fast moving and thrilling. But I did get some balance in my life as time went on.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Message boards and mailing lists were my experience. They were primitive compared to the pretty screens now. I forged some amazing friendships, some of them with people I discovered lived relatively near me. All I wanted to do was discuss episodes and fic. The flame wars were a little intimidating, but also amusing if you didn’t get swept up.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

I was very passionate about the fandom--as I said, there were times when my online life seemed to overpower my real life experiences. I learned to manage that, and think I’m all the better for that. And I found some amazing friendships that are active and thriving today. I learned a lot about writing with XF fanfic. The level of quality was stunning. A decent percentage of fic were as good or better than traditional published fiction. But there were so many writers! I wanted to make an impact on the fanfiction world, but that meant taking my writing very seriously and learning to develop a story, pace that story, make it compelling and believable.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I had a couple of coworkers that talked about the show all the time. I was curious, so I watched an episode. I believe it was the cannibal town one. I thought David Duchovny was odd looking and wasn’t terribly impressed. But I tried another episode - Wetwired, which blew me away with the morgue scene when Mulder thinks he’s going to identify Scully’s body. Ah...I thought, now, I see what everyone is talking about! And from then I was hooked.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

As I watched, I wanted more. I was fairly new to the internet (frankly, the internet was new to almost everyone) I found episode reviews, and some of them were fantastic. Some mentioned fanfiction. I was unaware of such a thing, though to be honest, since childhood, I’d been spinning stories in my head about characters on TV shows. I found some fanfic. The first couple of stories were not great (at least one was horrible) but then I found some that were very good. Probably a bit soap-operaish, but still readable. And then I became voracious as I plowed through the mass of stories looking for the good stuff. And boy was there good stuff.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I’m not estranged from it, but I don’t spend much time with it after all these years. I’ve found fanfic in some other shows that I like and only occasionally read old XF stories.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I’ve not been as involved with any other fandoms, i.e. following commentary on the show. I tend to dive into TV shows well after their heyday, so I’m always late to the party. I do read fanfic from other shows, and have actually written fanfic for other shows, but I need a really good idea to write. None of the other fandoms for my other shows are as busy and active as XF, even ones currently in production. And none of them have as much fanfic and certainly not the level of brilliance that we had in XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I tend to go for interesting partnerships, very much in the XF fashion. And a flawed hero is always a plus! The partnerships don’t necessarily have to be romantic---in fact I find I prefer those that are not. Really, Mulder and Scully were the only ones I felt deeply as a pairing, probably due to the chemistry between the actors. But the partnerships have to be well-balanced and realistic. I loved the characters on Sleepy Hollow. The two main characters were very much in the mold of Mulder/Scully.

My newest passion is British detective shows and I’ve completely fallen for the “Morse-verse” shows, Inspector Morse, Inspector Lewis and Endeavour. Less of an XF feel, but compelling characters with interesting backstories. Other favorite partnerships in the British detective genre are on Inspector Lynley and Broadchurch.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

A bit less now, though I’m still involved with a wonderful group of ladies who love the X-Files. When we get together for a yearly weekend, we binge episodes and eat impressive amounts of junk food. XF isn’t on network TV these days, but if it was, I’d probably watch it.

A couple of years ago, I listened to Kumail Nanjiani’s XF podcast on my long commute. I loved the commentary and interviews so much that I did watch some old episodes.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I don’t read much XF fic. I’m currently reading in some other fandoms, but it’s harder to find good stories--the ones I follow aren’t very active these days and the quality just isn’t what XF was. We were so lucky. We had maybe 20 incredible top authors at any one time, then maybe another tier of 50 to 100 good to maybe great writers. And with new episodes, there was so much inspiration. We were so spoiled.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Everything from Syntax6, MaybeAmanda, Kel. A special story for me was “Strangers and the Strange Dead” by Kipler because I remember reading that very early in the morning in my unheated basement in the winter because that was the only time I could use our single computer without others in the family complaining. I remember actually gasping at the big reveal in the story. I can even remember the story’s opening line!

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I was just learning how to write fiction when I was involved in XF, so I’m not sure my best work is there, though the bulk of my stories are there. I liked some of the work I did with others. I wrote Bone of Contention and Out of the Everywhere with Kel and I think that those stories got the best aspects of both of our styles. For stories I wrote myself, I think they’re not bad, but they are rather short and it’s always easier to maintain a theme and style for a short story. I liked Black Cherry Velvet. I’m writing some Inspector Lewis stories that I think are pretty good--they benefit from the years of experience that I was gaining through XF.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Never say never, but I probably won’t write more XF. I used to burn with it, but I think that got burned out a bit. Still, I have such wonderful memories of the whole period. It might be worth looking at again.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

As I mentioned, I am currently playing in the Inspector Lewis world. It’s sad--it’s a very small and not terribly active fandom. Sad that my best work is in an inactive fandom where I’m lucky if 20 or 30 people are reading them. It doesn’t help that I don’t write the most popular pairing.

But I’m really enjoying it. I occasionally write for Man From Uncle, which really shows my age, as that was a childhood obsession.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

With XF, it was always a take on an episode--did I get a tiny idea that I wanted to develop, or was I not thrilled with the way something went on the show. Now, it’s usually a “what if” kind of thing where I get inspired by a possible event and explore how that would play out, i.e. “What if this character had a one night stand resulting in an unplanned pregnancy?” What would happen? How would he handle the consequences of this? How would it change his life?

What's the story behind your pen name?

It’s literally my own name. I SOOOO wish I’d used a pen name. But I was naive and fandom was so new to me that it never occurred to me that a pen name would be better. I always told myself that my real name sounded like something made up, like a TV newscaster name, and I hoped people assumed it was a pen name.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My husband and my kids were the only ones who knew about it for many years. Then I went to a fandom/fic gathering for three days and had to explain to a few other family members and my work mates why I was going to Chicago on my own. It’s still mostly a need to know thing and they don’t really need to know.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I’m on AO3 as msk. And everything I wrote for XF is on Gossamer.

(Posted by Lilydale on February 2, 2021)

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #xf fanfic author interviews #michelle kiefer

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 2 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,029

warnings/notes: the “party scene” so mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, weed, getting high, and some mentions of sex, mentions of throwing up, strong language (per usual), lots of angst, i based a lot of the experience on american high school simply because it’s easier for me to write

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Now, the exact day you fell in love with your best friend didn’t exist. There was no specific day, no specific realization, no “I had a dream about him”, no sudden “I see him in a different light”. It was a messy timeline of a million things, a mixture of waiting and wanting compiled together into what you determined to be love.

“How long have you been in love with him, anyway?” Iwaizumi asked you one evening.

It was after volleyball practice, and the two of you were sitting on your bedroom floor. He was leaning his back against your bed, one leg bent at the knee, his practice jersey still on, moonlight dancing off of his skin.

You would be lying if you denied his attractiveness (Like, c’mon, have you seen him? Seriously, there must be something in the volleyball water.. anyway..). You just never viewed him as anything other than a friend, a good one.

You were laying beside him, legs propped up on your bed and your head on the floor.

“I don’t know.” you told him honestly.

It was at that exact moment that you realized something else: you never openly admitted your love for Tooru Oikawa. Not once had the words slipped past your lips, to yourself or to someone else. The longest secret kept, in your opinion.

“I guess it all kind of mixes together, in the end.” you explained, deciding that the ceiling is the most interesting thing to look at. “Do you remember, when we were kids, and we were playing outside? And I brought that tub thing of peanuts?”

“Yeah, I remember that.”

“And ‘Kawa called me stupid for bringing it because it wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t peanut butter and why have peanuts when they weren’t spreadable?” Iwaizumi finished with a small laugh.

“Yeah. I think that was one moment that I was like “oh”. He even threw them at me.”

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like half an hour. It was a comfortable silence, one of processed memories and fondness.

“He does still call you nut.” Iwaizumi spoke into silence. You smiled.

“I should beat your ass! You scared the shit out of me!”

You were walking out of class when hands clasped around your sides. Your immediate reaction was one of both terror and putting your guard up, which ended up with you jumping and going to punch whoever just attacked. Luckily, it happened to be the tall, brown-haired volleyball captain.

“You’re cute.” he walked with you.

“What do you want from me, ‘Kawa?” you asked, pausing in the hallway in front of your next class.

“What could you possibly mean? I can’t just scare the shit out of my best friend?”

This fucker.

“You can scare me until I pee.” You crossed your arms, looking into his eyes. He always seemed to stand too close to you. “But you never call me cute unless you need something from me.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. You are very cute. The cutest.”

You squinted up at him, trying to see through his lies. He smirked.

“Soooo… there is something I want to ask you. Completely irrelevant from me calling you cute. That would have nothing to do with this request. Have I mentioned that you look good in the uniform? It really…”

“You’re a dork. Ask.”

“Do you still talk to that one guy from across town? The guy you buy alc from?”

“You want me to buy alcohol for the party.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He pursed his lips. “Yes, I can get it. Now get to class before you’re late.”

Oikawa smiled, eyes squinting and tongue between his teeth. “You’re the best!” he exclaimed as he picked you up in a hug.

You watched as he jogged down the hall.

You knew your way around. It was a gift you had: the ability to just talk up anyone and find a way to get what you’re looking for. You knew people all over Japan, to be honest, that could help you in basically any way. It had been that way since you were younger.

The first time you ever bought alcohol is when you were thirteen. And it wasn’t even for drinking. You and your friends (when you had a million friends and not two) wanted to play spin the bottle and figured it would look cooler if you were to use an actual “drink”. You gave it to your mom as a gift after.

Since then, you had bought drinks for various things. Parties, get togethers. It was only when Oikawa’s older brother wasn’t able to get it for you guys, of course.

This was one of those times.

There was this little shop a little ways away (in Torono, to be specific) that never ever ID’d anyone. You would always go there to buy since you found it at thirteen, to the point that you and the owner were on first name bases. Sometimes you would have actual conversations, if he was in the mood. Sometimes you barely spoke, but he would still bag the bottles for you.

His eyes only lifted from what he was reading for a moment to catch yours as you entered the Sakanoshita Store. You were already by the alcohol.

“You’re still not of age, kid.” he spoke through the cigarette.

“You’re still smoking.” you joked. You placed like ten bottles on the counter. “I thought you were going to try and stop. Health and all.”

“I know you’re not talking to me about health, you little alcoholic.” he sat up, running a hand up his hair to fix his headband. “Just give me the money before someone comes in.”

The exchange was fast, per usual, and you were leaving with a black bag of fun. “Thank you, my darling Keishin!”

“Get out of my store. Don’t die.”

And he was back to reading, cigarette still hanging from his lip.

The volleyball tournament ended the exact way Oikawa thought it would: wins. So, that meant that the party was already in full swing before the sun was down. You were moving between crowds, cup in hand.

It was not a secret that you were Oikawa’s, and (by association) the rest of the volleyball team’s, best friend. You sat with them at lunch, you interacted in the hallways, you let some of the boys copy your homework. It was quite obvious. That was the main reason so many people approached you. Their main goal was popularity through the most popular and successful sports team at the school. You didn’t mind.

It was when the girls would come up to you asking you to put in a good word for them to Oikawa that you had to put on a fake smile and say “yeah!” or “of course, I’ll give him your number!”. They never made it past your memory.

“What do you think?” The man of the hour asked from his position beside you. You were watching the party from the kitchen, the already drunk laughs and conversations blurred into a single volume. “How much cleaning do you think we’ll have to endure?”

“Ah, definitely hours.” You took a sip from your cup. You offered him your cup, knowing whatever’s in his cup is nonalcoholic. “You might as well live a little. Take a guzzle, you earned it.”

“You know I don’t drink.”

“But you’ll get high.”

“That I will do.” He took a sip of his cup. Maybe he put his drink in a red solo cup to look like he’s drinking, or maybe he just did it because it was better than drinking out of an actual juice box. You didn’t bother him with it. “Speaking of getting so high I forget everything around me, I gotta find Hanamaki.”

“Have fun!”

“Without you? Unlikely.” he joked. Your stomach turned.

You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or the love.

“Technically, you’ve kissed Oikawa.” Iwaizumi told you as you both sat in the corner. You were both definitely tipsy, but not quite drunk yet.

You scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

Tooru Oikawa has kissed you, sure, but never once had it been on the lips. He had left kisses on your forehead, cheeks, temple, top of your head. Even one time on your hand. But never lip to lip. And Iwaizumi bringing it up out of nowhere made your cheeks heat up. You blamed whatever was in your cup.

“We played spin the bottle before. I kissed both Oikawa and you. And by contact, your lips were also on his.”

“You are a shitstain in my underwear, Iwa.”

“Ah yes, that was the most ladylike sentence I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

“Dance with me!” you pulled Oikawa with you to the dance floor. It was freshman year, and both of your families were invited to a wedding. It was some woman your moms were friends with, you don’t remember.

But he agreed, and let you drag him along as you danced. The songs were fun and fast, and a majority of the reception guests were dancing their hearts away on the floor.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” he told you that day, in the midst of the summer sun.

That was one of those moments. Those blurred moments you wished you could record to memory as the beginning of your love for him.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You told him, but your mind screamed you’re beautiful too.

The night was something between a blur and random scenes mashed together. Several drinks later (why did the vodka taste like water?) and hits from multiple joints, you were staring in tunnel vision.

You remember a snippet here, a minute there. You danced with Iwa for a bit, before he went to do something. You hung out with some people on the couches for a bit, and there was definitely a lot of laughing. You remember laughing.

What were you doing again?

Oh yeah, you were trying to find Oikawa. You didn’t know what exactly you wanted so desperately to tell him. You figured your drunken mind would find out what you wanted when you found him.

Scanning the crowds, you couldn’t find the boy. The house wasn’t that huge, he had to be somewhere. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen him at all since he went to get high with some of the boys.

Finally catching a glimpse of him, you smiled to yourself. You were going to do it. Maybe today, maybe at some trashy party Oikawa threw, would be the day you would tell him you were in love with him. Maybe not. You didn’t really know. You just knew that you missed him and needed, desperately, to talk to him. Hear his voice.

Maybe you were pretty drunk, mind drifting away.

And he just happened to be your anchor.

Everything was moving around you. In slow motion or way too fast, you couldn’t really tell. That was, until everything froze at once.

Oikawa was standing in the far corner of the party, with someone else. He had his tongue down her throat, lips chasing hers in some passionate dance you only wished you knew what felt like.

You only stood there as he groped her, and her hands in his hair. You didn’t recognize her at all. But he was unmistakable. Even with his hair sweaty and in front of his face, he was undeniable.

You were going to throw up.

You had to find Iwaizumi.

“Takahiro Hanamaki!” You waved to the man. He immediately caught your eye and came to you.

“What’s up? Oh, shit you’re drunk.” He helped as you nearly stumbled. His arm stayed under your armpit as he stood in front of you.

“Have you seen Iwa? Need to talk to him. Best friend emergency.”

“I thought Tooru was your best friend.” Hanamaki looked behind you, eyes scanning over the people for you. You almost threw up on the spot at the sound of his name.

There was a huge difference in hearing about Oikawa’s girls and hearing about who was in his bed, and seeing it with your own eyes. It made you sick to your stomach. You lost all breath, all feeling in your body. You didn’t know to be mad or jealous or upset. You decided that you were going to be all three.

“The last time I talked to Iwa, he went that way. He might be throwing up somewhere or something.”

“Okay, thanks my little wing spiker. My little outside hitter. My stoner boy.” you pinched his cheek.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked before letting you go. “You look like you were crying.”

Were you? Did you cry? You didn’t think you did. But it was definitely a possibility as you have been trying not to do just that for the past ten minutes.

“I don’t know, I think I’m just red from being crossed. I can’t even see straight. Ha ha.”

Hanamaki didn’t press it further, but he did give you a smile and hand you a water bottle. You liked being friends with the team.

The volleyball team were always the nicest towards you. They greeted you with smiles whenever they would come across you in the hallway, always made sure you had a smile on your face.

They all knew, too. It wasn’t hard to see how out of the entire team, Oikawa had you wrapped around his finger. (Unintentionally, of course). They tried to get him to notice. “She looks good today, right, Oikawa?” or “It’s Saturday, don’t you have plans?”. Not that their efforts helped.

Maybe one day Oikawa will know too.

You found Iwaizumi in a closet near the stairs. The party was still in full effect, but it was quiet near there. The only problem was that he was not alone, and was, in fact, preoccupied with someone's tongue down his throat.

“I swear to everything that is holy, I am so sick of finding people like this.” you sighed. “The second time today and I’m going to seriously vomit all over the place. I’m not kidding.”

Iwaizumi gasped, pulling away from whoever he was with. It wasn’t until they were both apart that you realized who it was.

“Matsukawa?”

You got pulled into the closet, the door slamming behind you.

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dragonnan · 3 years

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Get to know me: fic edition

Thank you so much for the tag, @hanuko :)

Name:

Tanya

Fandoms:

Current: Sherlock and MCU (either Avengers team, Tony Stark, or Doctor Strange). Recent past: Psych Ones I plan to start writing soon: Prodigal Son, Lucifer Ones I want to write someday: Doctor Who (primarily 10 and 11), Good Omens

Where do you post your fic?

Psychfic (previously), and AO3

By kudos, most popular one-shot:

Just Another Day in New York (Doctor Strange and Peter Parker misadventure story with a dash of Tony Stark)

By kudos, most popular multi-chap:

All Nighter (Psych - Henry watches over Shawn at the station after an attack nearly kills both him and Gus. And the night isn’t over...)

Personal favourite (fic):

HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!! As others always point out - easily one of the most impossible questions to answer. I can more easily say fics I’ve written that I didn’t like lol. Soooo... Hm. Trouble is I’m multi-fandom so that just makes is exponentially harder. So I guess I’ll go by genre...

MCU: so even though it’s a WIP I already KNOW Sed Diabolus is my favorite. I’ve never done that much world building before and that’s in large part thanks to @kitcat992 and her amazing brain storming.

Psych: Paint it Black - I had wanted to write a disability structured story for years but my biggest concern was not being sensitive to people with vision loss or blindness. The story finally started to develop when an online friend suffered a pretty severe stroke which, in addition to causing significant brain damage, also caused near blindness. I wanted to explore both the blindness as well as how the character would cope with it in his own manner - which often involves lots of humor and masking what he really feels. In the end I was really happy with how it all came together.

Sherlock: I don’t have as many to choose from as I’ve only written a handful of stories so far but my first, The Tiger and the Shark, still remains one of my favorites. I have explored faucets of non-con in most of the fandoms I’ve spent a long time in - the big difference being that was the FIRST story I wrote for Sherlock. My goal with this type of story, always, is to show the courage of people who experience this sort of assault. The journey through healing is what I crave most in stories. Nobody handles it the same way which is why I find myself returning to this topic.

MISC: Just for fun I’m grab something from the mixed bag of one-off fics I’ve written. That would be Imperfect Perfection which is my first Lucifer fic and a sequel to chapter 3 of @disappearinginq‘s awesome story collection, Imperfect. This story, also, deals with non-con though it is set years after it occurred and there’s nothing graphic. I love the original short story and I really wanted to see what took place afterward (going back to what I’d said earlier about wanting to see the journey of healing). I really just loved writing these characters and getting into that different mental space to “hear” them in my brain. It was also a fantastic experiment to see if I even COULD write these characters and I was very pleased with how it all came out.

Method for titling fics:

It varies. I’ve used song lyrics, poem, book, and chapter titles, or taken something existing and changed it up to do a play on words (my favorite). A few of my favorite (no shock all of them are Psych) titles are:

Forever Is Hollow When Dreams Lie Did You Make it to the Milky Way to See the Lights all Faded Three Little Piggies and the Creature from the Black Lagoon Hell's Kitchenaid Oompa Loompa Doom-Pa-Dee-Die A Bigger Boat Would Be Nice- But a Gun and an Oxygen Tank Would Be Better The Wizard Was the Wicked Witch and the Scarecrow Lost His Courage

Work I am nervous about posting:

Not any specific one but anytime I post a non-con fic I half expect someone to scream at me for writing that kinda story. I also feel anxious when posting to a new fandom just because my interpretation may not fit with whatever the established fanon might be.

Do you outline your work or just wing it?

Both. MOSTLY I’ve winged it but after starting that mega MCU fic I’ve found tremendous aid in creating a loose outline.

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jungwoohoos · 5 years

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uni!hoseok

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

he really does look like linguini when he dances, but you guess you can’t resist that

You weren’t a party virgin per se

There was that one time the second weekend of first year that you went out with your roommate

She had met someone the night before and said he would give you two an in

How did she get someone’s number so quickly?? You didn’t understand

You once asked for someone’s email instead because the thought of asking for someone’s number was so personal

Your project group got a little annoyed that they had to email you everything they had already discussed in the group chat

But you always made sure to use the cute emojis that look like blobs of honey, so everything was good and your members didn’t annihilate you in the evaluation reports

Anyway, you lasted 20 minutes max at that party

It was a house party, but everyone was milling around in the backyard, which was nearly pitch black and really patchy

You could barely see your feet, so you had no idea how anyone could see who they were talking to

Everyone was also wearing hawaiian shirts

“Oooohhhhhh, it’s a hawaiian themed party,” your roommate had whispered while looking at your all black outfit

As if black jeans don’t exist in Hawaii >:(

She started talking to the guy she had met the night before, and it was getting a little steamy if you could say so yourself

You should take lessons because she was playing in the big leagues

Subtle touch on his arm

Laughing at everything he was saying

Although that one must’ve been a hard one to pull off because there’s only so much you could laugh about when a drunk dude’s retelling how much pain he was in when he thought his appendicitis was someone in an invisibility cloak stabbing him with an invisible knife

You had only come with your roommate, and she was busy trying to get with Chad over there

So you played on your phone a bit

Walked around the backyard, which was the size of a ping pong table, and got some fresh air

There was only so much bush you could look at at 11:30 pm

So you caught your roommate’s eyes (which were wandering suspiciously south)

And motioned that you were going to head out

And to text you if she was coming back

Because the way she was working her magic on Brad, the question was more of an “if” than a “when”

You walked through the sprinkler on your way back to your room, and that was the most fun part of the night by far

Two years later, you can proudly say you never stepped foot into another party

Because being in your bed nice and clean was your kind of party

Not the kind where you’re sweating not because you’re moving

But from sheer proximity to other sweaty bodies

So when Namjoon invited you to a small gathering he was having, you didn’t hesitate to say yes

You had met Namjoon earlier that semester in your botany class

The one that you both realized you only took because you had binge watched the same video of a guy grooming his garden full of bonsai plants

Trimming and landscaping and rearranging the formation of the pebbles surrounding the base

43:11 minutes of pure heaven

He squealed when you brought up BlissfulBonsai81 because yEs YES someone who understands

You’re at a coffee shop doing some work when he brings it up

Scrape of chair legs

The warm smell of cinnamon that wafts up to your nose when he hands you your drink

“Soooo since BlissfulBonsai81 mentioned in his last video that true happiness comes from celebration of small moments”

This man is his role model

“I’m gonna have a small gathering so we can celebrate the end of midterms woooo!!”

You haven’t met Namjoon’s other friends yet, but from what he’s mentioned, they seem fun

Hoseok seems a little wild though

But you trust Namjoon, and it’ll be nice to have some fun after the onslaught of exams

So you tell him you’ll go

“But only if there’s sweet and spicy sriracha wings”

“Small gathering” my ass

If Namjoon weren’t being a sweetheart and helping Youngchul in the bathroom, he would’ve been getting a piece of your mind

Your last exam was today

And to say that it burned you out would be a major understatement

Two hours of fluid dynamics and stupid pipes being smooth or rough and turbulent substances

You’ll show Namjoon turbulent when you’ve gotten your much deserved 12 hours of sleep

Even now, after the party’s died down a bit, there are at least 30 people

You couldn’t even walk up the stairs to use the bathroom without bumping into four couples making out

One was Jungkook and his new girlfriend, who he apparently officially met on an intramural volleyball team

He gave you a wave and a wink when you turned around to apologize for bumping into him

His girlfriend also smiled and gave a little wave

Probably the cutest couple you could’ve stumbled upon sucking faces

It’s nearing midnight, and you’re starting to feel the day catch up to you

The bass was a little too loud thrumming through your head

The cup you had barely touched was beginning to make your hand cramp

And that guy was still dancing

You’re half delirious and half inexperienced, but you’re pretty sure there’s no dancing at house parties

Not counting the disturbing bump and grinds happening off beat

But this guy’s been dancing for the last two hours

And you don’t know how he’s made it this far because he’s wearing jeans and a long sleeve

They make him look even more like the inflatable guys outside of car dealerships

He’s really not a bad dancer

Definitely has the flexibility for it if you can go off his limbs flying everywhere

And that huge smile’s been on his face the whole time, even though any sane person wouldn’t be smiling if they were wearing the insulator his clothes are

Any sane person also wouldn’t be doing the sprinkler to Kendrick Lamar

You’re still looking at him over the rim of your cup when you hear a small sigh next to you

Namjoon plucks the cup from your cup and downs it

“I’m never holding a party again” he groans and lets his head fall back onto the couch

You’re about to be a little sassy and correct him with “small gathering”, but he sat up when he saw you looking at the dancing noodle

“Ohh! You haven’t met Hobi hyung. Let me introduce you!!”

You’re being pulled straight off the couch and toward the middle of the room before you could blink

Oh he’s taller than you thought

“Hyung, hyung”

Namjoon has to cup his armpit and squeeze to get his attention

There’s a squeal and Hobi turns around

He makes a little tsk sound when he sees Joon

“Eh, Joon. You know I hate when you do that”

He sees you looking at him

You look like you could use a good hibernation

He can’t help but smile when you go to shake his hand but yawn instead

Your nose scrunched up and you covered your mouth with the hand you were about to use to shake his

Namjoon’s rambling about something you two have in common

“You guys both like hot cheetos!! You can talk about that”

But you two are sizing each other up silently

He seems like too much energy, too much pep for your liking

You literally just watched this guy flail for 2 hours

You don’t think you like him

He likes how you’re not afraid to make eye contact with him

You also smell like citrus, which smells like heaven compared to the overwhelming scent of dried beer and sweat

He likes you

Namjoon doesn’t know it because he’s still listing topics you could talk about

“...music? No, songs with tambourine accents are kinda niche...politics??”

You leave a little after that because your roommate got locked out while she was doing laundry, and she’s in her underwear

Hobi gives you a wink, and you narrow your eyes

He pops up a lot in the next few weeks

Sometimes just to call your name and shoot you a wink

But other times to ask how your day was and see if you want to get milkshakes

You don’t want to admit it, but you kind of enjoy spending time with him

You have to tell him to lower his voice numerous times because he ends up shouting

A problem in the library

And he likes listening, so he asks you to just talk a lot of the times

Which puts you in a weird position because you shouldn’t want to talk to someone you find loud and annoying right?

But you find yourself smiling when you hear his voice

And having to pretend to be grumpy when he interrupts your study sessions because he was bored

He’s nothing you thought you would like, but everything that made you happy

News started spreading that you and Hobi were hanging out because Hobi was beloved on campus

Even the janitors got excited to talk to him

Not many people knew who you were because you tended to keep to yourself

You were sitting on a bench one day, eating some carrots

Decapitating more like it

You were pissed

You missed your presentation this morning because your alarm didn’t go off

Professor Lee wouldn’t let you make it up even when you started crying

You were crying so much that you slipped down the stairs

Your butt now had a stair shaped bruise on it

And now you had to get ready for Namjoon’s birthday party because your present had taken 3 weeks to come in and you weren’t about to give it to him the day after his birthday

Which is why 2 hours later, you’re drunk

It only took one “what’s this pee colored drink??”

You’re in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to turn on the sink

For some reason, the knobs won’t turn to either side

Maybe it’s automatic? You wave your hands underneath the spout but still no water

You didn’t hear the knock on the door

You didn’t even know it had opened and someone had walked in until you feel a solid body bounce against yours

Hands caught your waist before you could topple over, and you let out a small “oof” when the momentum stopped and you bounced back against their chest

Mmmmmmm smells like freshly baked muffins

You fisted your hands into the fabric in front of you and buried your nose deeper

“Having fun there?”

“Mmmeppaph” you mumbled, moving your hands around to their back and letting your nose trace its way into the crook of their neck

Hobi hoped you couldn’t feel how quickly his heart was beating

Because it was about to bust out of his chest and if you hum against his neck one more ti--

“Hmmmmm”

You couldn’t help yourself because they were so warm and smelled so nice and made a really nice bed and huh, you were a little tired weren’t you

He felt your body give until you were slumped against him

The only thing that was keeping you upright was his hands on your waist

And your hands which have somehow dropped into his waistband

He shuffled out of the bathroom as carefully as possible

Your head lolled and hit the frame of the door before he could catch it, but you just gave a little huff

Only two more doors

He fumbled with your body before he freed one hand to open his door

Laid you gently onto his bed

He thanked god that he washed his boxers that were laying on there earlier today

Brought a blanket and tucked you in

He couldn’t help himself from rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip because he doesn’t have the courage to do it when you’re awake

He’s never seen you asleep before, but he likes how peaceful you look

You’re not rolling your eyes at him or shooing him away

It makes it a little easier to imagine that you could like him

He initially doesn’t hear that you’re mumbling because it’s so quiet

And the blanket’s kinda in your mouth

He moves it away so he can hear you

It still takes you a couple times before you’re coherent

“Mmmmm can I tell you a secret?”

He smiles because the only secret you told him was that his socks smell like the plague

“Of course”

You shift so that you’re curled around him, your hand resting on his thigh

“I like Hobi, but don tell him ‘cause I don think he thinks I’m cute, even though I ammmmm”

He thinks his heart exploded when he saw you push your lower lip out

“And he’s too nice and good for me, but I’m shellfish and wanna be happy, and he makes me so so so so happy”

You blanched when he recited your words over breakfast and painkillers the next morning

He knew you were going to try to deny everything when you went to open your mouth

So he reached over the counter and cupped your cheek

“Be shellfish and let yourself be happy, okay? Because that makes me happy”

“Oh and by the way, very very cute”

You hum when you taste the syrup on his lips

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chipswithfanfics · 6 years

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❝ Messy Boy ❞ Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff, kinda dramatic, akaiito!au Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader Summary: You’ve heard so many stories from your grandmother: about red lines, soulmates, and especially about the cold in the throat that you would feel when meet your special one. But you’ve never heard of what happens when the red line of fate is too short… Word count: 2k

you were twelve when your grandmother died a silent illness, which has taken hold of the lungs, and the ability of speech over the days,

but you stood firm, swallowed the weeping, and took a deep breath until the end

it was ironic that your grandmother died with a smile, still believing that you were destined to find your soulmate

the truth is that everyone could see the slender mark on some part of the body: in the neck, the wrist, the ankle, in some cases even in two places at the same time the red thread of destiny the bound of the soul the key for the true and deepest love

each one called what they wanted

and everyone could see their own wires: except you

it wasn’t long before you realized you didn’t have a soulmate: you came to this conclusion when you were seven years old

but it took time for you to understand why your grandmother disagreed so much she didn’t want you to end up like people without destiny: alone, or condemned to a marriage without love

you didn’t understand

and it wasn’t your fault

so… took even longer for you to understand why the universe preached such cruelty in realistic truth: you never understood what the universe wanted with that

and there you were, with your twelve years old, sobbing, trembling, feet away from the funeral of your beloved grandmother

you couldn’t stand it, when realized how much it hurts to be truly alone

and the tears were too salty in your face, so cold in the touch of your hot reddish cheeks, and the sky was gray, the flowers among the green of the lawn were yellow, and some were white

you just feel so dizzy… so alone

so far away that you can’t hear the footsteps rubbing in the grass

“why are you crying?” you turn around with a fright

the boy is standing right behind you, a little startling step through his face; but you don’t know if it’s because of the speed with which you get up, or if it’s because the state of your face

the two maybe

“i’m alone” you say with a murmur, holding firmly to the hem of the dirty dress: your mother would kill you if she really cared about her daughter’s condition

the boy smiles, simple like that, just smile when he hears your whimper

“what is so funny?” you grumble, loud enough

he twists his lips, his cheeks red as he is almost cackling “it’s funny” he pulls the air, his eyes wet with laughter “because I’m here, and you’re not alone”

are just words of an idiot boy, with messy hair, with leaves attached to the strands, grated knees but it’s like having a band-aid put right into your wound

you spend most of the afternoon with the messy boy, with bright smile

and there comes a time when you notice something “you don’t have a mark?” you ask

the boy raises his eyebrows, his eyes open

“the red thread… you don’t have one?”

he doesn’t answer, instead, raise his hand, showing his little finger “let’s make a promise” he says, with a crooked smile “i will not be alone while you’re around” the truth is you’re as red as he is… “and you will not be alone while i’m around”

that was your pinky promise, with the messy boy

turns out you didn’t ask his name, and you regret that day ever since because you never saw him again…

the years have passed, you have your part-time job

you have an apartment it’s a bit cramped, since it only has one bedroom, the kitchen is attached to the living room and doesn’t have a balcony but your cat seems to like the space

and you have some good friends too

so you can consider yourself an adult, confident, independent, and complete or almost…

but the thing is… your mother keeps calling you, every day; since the night you packed your bags

tired of the cigarette smell and the disgusting happiness of your mother with your stepfather so she was in that drama, of wanting you back when in all the years ago she never cared about you

with a sigh, you stop on the street after the end of your shift

it’s still a mid afternoon, the streets are full and you turn off your cell phone you remember the bills the empty fridge the price of your cat’s food the mess in your room and all the paperwork you have to deliver next morning

you don’t feel confident. much less independent you feel incomplete

damn… you feel like a piece of crap

and that’s, most part, because the nail of your little finger… broke … again

for many people it may seem stupid, especially to your friends

but for you this is stupidly annoying

“it’s hurting soooo muuuuch” you babble, almost crying your ass of, putting your finger in your mouth

it’s not just the pain it also burns, as if your whole finger were burning on a barbecue grill again, this isn’t the first time, and you want it to be the last: but you know it isn’t…

still with the finger in the mouth, a grunt coming out, your eyes meet by chance the little shop on the corner

is a cosmetics store, and in the window a handwritten billboard says “we can solve any frustration with your health” seems suspicious

but you’ve denied medical attention for so long, after all: the situation is ridiculous, it’s just a fingernail

and this even makes you hesitate, so you take a few steps forward, towards your home, which is not too far away in fact, it’s funny that you’ve never noticed the existence of that little shop that looks so nice

then you stop your steps again, the finger frozen, the saliva in contact with the air: still, it burns like hell “what could possibly go wrong?” you ask yourself

the question is rhetorical in some way, not because it was you who asked the question for yourself, but because the universe answered between the lines only you who didn’t listen so, let me show you this:

the guy on the workbench is having a hard day’s work, which isn’t news at that time of day

after all, having agreed to take care of her mother’s cosmetics shop while she traveled the world, was the worst decision of his life

Jaehyun hadn’t completed the university of pharmacy to be there, behind a counter of a cosmetics shop, that’s for sure shampoos, moisturizing creams, ampoules for nails and…

the truth number 1 is that none of it fits with the boy, who, tired, let a sigh escape

the truth number 2, even deeper, was that… yes, he had a good reason to have been there, after having accepted without hesitation the misplaced request of his mother

“it’s hurting so much” is what echoes in his head, the moment he feels the finger burn with dense eyes, he looks at his little finger, the corners of his mouth twist: “am I doing something wrong?”

he is waiting for her, somehow, waiting her like a fool

because that’s what they call it: foolishness foolish to have thought that being in a cosmetics shop specializing in nail health would bring about what he had hoped for

but he never knew her name, nothing but the voice in his head “i’m so alone” echoed, certain moments of the night, the finger burning like never before “i’m so alone here” could she listen to him, too? he wondered knowing that she didn’t know much beyond how much he knew

but Jaehyun didn’t lose hope, he trusts in the universe sooo much

hoping that one day the universe will reward him; and the only fear is that on the day of his reward… he fuck with everything

and with a groan he put his finger in the mouth, hoping that the blaze would relieve knowing that wouldn’t relieve in any way

then, the bell in the front door sing…

he doesn’t wait for much, since he receives many customers in the day, but the throat choke, like he had swallowed ice

the burning on the finger disappears

Jaehyun looks around, the store is full, but the eyes cling to the first image of a young girl who is just next to the front door

“hey!” he exclaims, firing from the balcony

he reaches the girl, bumping into someone in the way, grabbing firmly on her wrist, preventing her from leaving “wha-” it’s not her, the voice, it’s nothing like hers

Jaehyun apologize, and let everything roll out the door: feeling extremely defeated by chance

buuuut… let me tell you what happened, the moment you walked into the store…

bumping into someone in the way? = you!

what happened, seconds ago, was that Jaehyun practically pushed you out of his way without noticing, of course

but when he notices the girl, you, with your butt on the floor, a lot of hair creams falling off the shelves, he feels everything at the same time

especially the feeling that he fucked everything

“I should have listened to my senses telling me not to go into a store like this…” you grumble

he chokes as soon as he hears your voice

and helps you to get up, thousands of excuses being tossed from his lips, cautious eyes falling on your face from time to time

and…

you just want to get out of there, but at least with something in hand, then talk about the nail…

what you don’t expect is to see a bright smile on his face the fucking dimples, damn, girl!!!

and you doesn’t expect, much less, that he take your hand, gently massaging the skin lips touching your little finger

and it burns it burns like ice on a wound

“so… I think I’m the best person to help you” he says, with an even bigger smile

and then it is when you realize, when your heart stops, you see yourself plunging into his eyes

you remember every night you cried with your face sunk on the pillow

and remembered every night that you dreamed about him and then there he was

and what you do? you ran away… like… you don’t know how to react

so, you just run

and Jaehyun stays there, his mouth half open “what have I done wrong now???”

everything!!! you could say,

and he listens everything in the same night, all the curses, all the questions and it hurts deep in his soul he wants to apologize

was it too rough? too… shouldn’t be that the way soulmates know each other

and it’s worse because you weren’t prepared to meet your soulmate, you had never been, because you didn’t even know you had one

and it’s all wrong!! so wrong, that the next day, it’s raining and you have your red umbrella

the finger doesn’t burn anymore

and everything is so wrong, that there you are again, stopping outside the cosmetics shop just because you don’t have the courage to enter

and Jung Jaehyun sees you from the inside of the shop, and in the rain you hear the doorbell

the rain soaks his body and face in seconds and you can’t move when you see him smiling

because somehow you had not stopped to watch him: the dimples in the cheeks, the glitter in the eyes, the hair sort of messy, kind of lined up anyway the proportional body soft and shiny skin

“you’re not alone” the universe could answer if your ears weren’t covered for so long time but Jaehyun had listened to it for a long really long time, just because you couldn’t hear

just because, this is how this soulmates thing works, don’t you think?

“you are back…” he smiled even more, even if he was soaked he’s just a messy boy

“how about starting over??” you ask, suddenly and your umbrella is too red for the day, as red as the color that paints your cheeks

the truth is….

you just came to understand what the universe wanted in the moment Jaehyun stepped forward, coming closer, placing his hands on either side of you face

you only understood that the universe had never been cruel, the moment you felt Jaehyun’s gentle lips taking space it just seems right, the way your lips fit with his

it seemed right, simply right, that your skin fit so perfectly to the touch of his hands

and, taking a breath for seconds, you didn’t want to make the same mistake: “what’s your name?” you asked

“Jaehyun… Jung Jaehyun” and you see a warm glow pass deep in the eyes of your soulmate “but you can call me ‘my prince’ if you want to…”

anyway, he’s just your messy boy

AN: so this is my first attempt writing in english, or in a no-native-language, and ohmygawd I’m so nervous, hope this isn’t a complete garbage

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pluiejimin · 6 years

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The Truth (requested)

Request: Hi! Congrats on opening your writing blog! ☺️❤️ can i request a jimin x reader one shot based of the lyrics of The Truth Untold? Thank you so much~

Genre: fluff/angst

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry for taking so long with this request, i had it finished a couple days ago and honestly forgot to post it! *facepalm*, please excuse the suckiness, i haven’t written anything in soooo long and this my first time doing requests, anyways i hope you enjoy!

“Jimin,” you cry out, barely above a whisper.

“No y/n, dont- don’t look at me like that,” he stammered. “I’m sorry, but I meant what I said, this isn’t going to work out. My career is more important, and you’re just getting in the way. Move on, forget about me, forget about the boys, because we’ll do the same. You’re just a distraction for us all.”

And with that, Jimin was out of your life as quick as he entered it. You would never want to get in the way of his dreams, so you didn’t fight it, you just let him go.

It had been over nine months since the last time you had contact with Jimin, loving him was easy, but letting him go was hard. One by one, all of the boys eventually quit talking to you. Losing one best friend was heartbreaking as is, but losing all seven crushed you.

You were finally starting to get over him, all of the memories you had made with him and the boys had slowly begun to fade from your memory as you made new friends and new memories. Trying to date after Jimin was difficult, and for a while you avoided it, but when you met Jackson, who was sweet and funny, the idea of dating didn’t seem so bad. Jimin would want you to be happy, you thought to yourself.

Today had been a cloudy, rainy, day despite the predicted sunny forecast, trudging along, you splashed through puddles on your way home. You found out that the boys had released their newest album recently, your friend had been babbling about it nonstop while you sat at the coffee shop.

It killed you when she talked about them, it’s not like she knew she was hurting you at the mention of their names. They were idols, so trying to avoid their entire existence was hard when their faces were plastered everywhere. The friendship with the boys had been a secret, they were your secret and you were theirs.

“I won’t listen to it, I won’t.” You said to yourself on your way home, you were determined to fight the urges.

But you wanted to hear his voice, just once.

Im okay, that’s what you told yourself, until you heard track three, a soft ballad that made your heart sink listening to the lyrics and by the end of the song you were a sobbing mess, the rain mixing with your tears.

Your shoulders shook from your sobs, you were being irrational and you knew it, but it hurt, so damn much.

The sickness you felt in your stomach was like the break up had happened all over again, “This can’t be about me.”

You listened to the song, over and over again, the words seemed to cut deeper each time.

“I heard the song.” You typed out into a message, his name was still saved into your phone, like nothing had ever happened. His number had probably been changed by now but you sent it anyway.

Read 4:01 PM

Your heart drummed loudly in your chest you hoped you’d get a response, you just wanted him to say something, anything, but it never came.

Friday nights for you typically consisted of you tidying up your apartment, and winding down afterwards by watching your favorite shows.

You had settled down unto the plush couch, relaxed and almost asleep, until a knock at the door lured you from your comfort.

Dragging your feet to the door, blanketed in drowsiness and annoyance, you snatched it open. Who could it be at this ungodly hour?

Your heart sank, thrumming lowly in your chest, you froze at a standstill, staring at the beautiful boy that had broken you so long ago.

“Can I come in? I– I wanted to see you.”

You nod, stepping a side to let him.

Stepping back, you got a good look at him. He looked so different from the last time you saw him, he looked so tired and drained, his hair, his frame, everything was different.

“I’m sorry if I..”

“Why are you here Jimin?” You let out in a shaky breath, not realizing you’d been holding it in.

“Y/n, I miss you. I mean it, I lied when I told you I’d forget about you, I would never. I didn’t want to hurt you, honestly- lying to you was easier than facing the truth.”

He stepped closer, one hand outstretched to you, the other raking through his hair, something he always did when he was nervous.

“What are you talking about?” Your face contorted is confusion, what had he lied about?

“I’m trying to tell you, I just don’t know how to explain it.” He whispered, his eyes closing briefly.

“Afraid? Afraid of what? You’re confusing me Jimin.”

“I just,” he paused, his eyes staring into yours before he looked down. “I’m afraid to love you, and how could you love someone like me? I’m weak, and girls don’t want that, you don’t want that. I’m not worth being loved by anyone, let alone you, you’re so amazing, and I was so- so afraid that you’d leave me, I wanted to give you all the love you deserved, but I couldn’t, so I just pushed you away instead. I’m pathetic, and I’m afraid, so I hide from the truth.”

Your jaw slacked, you stared at him in shock, you felt dumbfounded. What made him feel this way? Standing and watching him fall apart in front of you had you second guessing yourself, was this your fault? Had you ever made Jimin feel he wasn’t worthy of being loved? Although you knew it wasn’t your fault, there was nothing you could have done to prevent him from feeling this way, you couldn’t suppress the guilt that weighed down on your chest.

“I feel stupid, coming here and confessing myself like this. I thought- I don’t know what I expected to happen.” He chuckled dryly to himself before turning to leave.

You grabbed his wrist tightly, pulling him back towards you. “You don’t get to make my decisions for me. And you don’t get to tell me what I wanted. All I ever wanted was you Jimin. For who you are, nothing more than that. I just wanted us.”

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was cold.

“Yes I do. I still want you.”

“Why? Why would you want me?” Jimin’s voice cracked, his head hung low to hide the tears that brimmed his eyes, threatening to spill any second.

Your hand caressed his cheek, the pad of your thumb rubbing over it softly.

“Because I love you, and I don’t need you to be perfect Jimin. I just need you to be you. I don’t know what makes you believe you’re not worth being loved, I love you, your friends, family and your army, they love you. You’re are loved and cared for by so many, you have to to see that.”

Jimin leans in, brushing his lips over yours, pausing just before they meet, his eyes flickering to yours for permission.

Your head tilts into his, lips finally meeting, the sensation of his lips on yours had you spinning. Jimin’s hand slides to your waist, his touch is gentle, hesitant almost.

The hand that rests on the small of your back pulls you into him, the kiss is slow and passionate. His taste, his smell, everything about him had you dizzy.

Jimin pulls away, his forehead resting on yours before he leans in for another kiss, this one was needier, his hands slipped from your waist to your hips, grazing over them before they rest on your behind, pressing you against him firmly. He gripped you tightly, as if you’d suddenly float away if he let you go.

“I want to be with you, no one else.” You sigh against his lips. “I love you, okay?”

He smiles, biting his lip between his teeth. “Okay,” He assures with a nod, pressing his lips to your forehead.

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bts-is-my-life-as-always · 7 years

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Happiness comes from the weirdest places.

Genre: angst with fluff ending (cause I love him too much to make it an angst ending)

Pairing: jungkook x Y/N

Disclaimer: I am writing this on my phone hopefully this works and its angst, if you cry, don’t blame me.

Happiness something that you always yearned for because you’ve never felt it, your parents would always fight, nonstop, mentally abusing each other, and when that happened you seem to always be in the middle.

“LETS END IT HERE, LETS DIVORCE” screamed your mum

“FINEE BUT IM TAKING Y/N” your father fought.

“NO WERE ASKING HER WHO SHE WANTS TO GO WITH”

“FINE, Y/N WHO DO YOU WANT TO GO WITH YOUR MOTHER OR ME?!!?!?!?”

“Huh” you sighed “can you guys just stop now, don’t you think I’m a bit too old for this?”

They stared at you like they were confused because they were you never said anything to them, ever.

“YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO DECIDE”

You walked out.

This fighting thing went on for many years, you were outside and you could still hear them, the neighbours slowly turning their lights on and screaming at your front door, you wanted nothing more to do with this.

When you run, you feel extremely free, invincible even, so you did just that you ran and ran until you couldn’t breathe, you stopped to catch your breath but all you saw was a bright light.

2 years later

You woke up, trying everything to move your body, you couldn’t, once you fully opened your eyes, and you could finally look around, there was no one, no one there to remind you of who you were, or even tell you that everything was fine.

Minutes passed and you could finally move Just your arms, with hardly any strength, slowly you sat up, come to find out your name was Y/N, the hospital contacted your parents but all they did was pay for the hospital fee and pretend like you didn’t exist, it didn’t make you sad, because that’s what they were like.

When no one cares, you start to stop caring too, nothing mattered, why you woke up 2 years later was beyond you.

“You should’ve died.”

Your so called parents say, they were now finally officially broken off, and now it was all your fault, they fell out of love because of you, that’s what they were like, if they could rub the blame and guilt on anyone even their own child, then they felt a whole shittone better.

“This is all we’re giving to you, we should’ve just put you down”

Another few months passed, where it was a blur and pain, you were now able to walk, not properly but enough to leave hospital, you had no where to go.

You walked and walked, your legs were hurting because it hasn’t even been a month since you learnt how to walk again, but you didn’t want to stay I the hospital any longer, you didn’t want to see your Parents face let alone the nurses that looked at you with sympathy, or the doctors that were just full of cold dead stares.

So you were here walking on the streets of Seoul, it was cold you had no idea what day let alone what time it was, you just wanted to get away.

You fell on the floor with a thud, hitting something or someone.

“IM SOOOOOO SORRY” you looked up to a tall male figure covered from head to toe with warmth,

“No I’m sorry I wasn’t looking, hey ummm could you help me up a little, I can’t stand.

“Yeah sure” he smiled, he didn’t question why you needed help, he just helped you up out of kindness

“I’m really sorry about that my names jungkook what’s yours?”

“My names Y/N”

“Soooo what’s a beautiful lady like yourself doing out so late?”

“Sorry do you know what the time is? Or even where I am?”

Over the 2 years and a half that you were asleep for a lot had changed, you looked around the place and had no idea where you were, you would’ve thought it was LA if jungkook hadn’t showed up, you were weirdly happy that you bumped into him.

“Oh it’s 3:15 am and your in Seoul, do you need help getting home?”

“Oh thanks..... I don’t have a home to go to”

You whispered the last part but it was late so no one was around which meant that he could hear your whisper.

“This is strange but... do you want to come with me, to somewhere more warm?”

For some reason you felt really safe around him, and what could be worse going with this young man to a warm place or dying out here cold.

“Ummm sure”

You guys walked for a really long time, too long, he took you to a cafe a small one, in a corner somewhere, all you cared about at this point was the warmth of this place, almost like the owner knew that you were extremely cold.

“Sooooo I’m sort of a very curious person and you still haven’t answered my question”

“Ummmm what was your question?”

“What is a beautiful young lady like yourself doing out this late?”

“Oh, I jut left a hospital I was staying at and I had no idea where I was going and I got lost, and then I met you and now we’re here”

“Oh are you a doctor or a nurse? Transferring from out of Seoul?”

“No no no I was a patient in that hospital, I got into a car accident 2 and a half years ago, and Seoul has really changed at lot in that 2 years, too much for someone like me.”

“.... I won’t question you anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal detail”

“It’s fine, I feel a lot better, spilling it all, and shouldn’t we get going? The cafe must be closing soon”

“Actually the cafe is closed”

You lifted one brow, confused

“This cafe is mine, and it’s also christmas so it’s not open for a few days”

“Oh I’m sorry it’s your day off and I’m taking it away from you”

“No no no it’s not that, I like helping people out this is why I opened this shop, to help people feel warm and nice in cold times, and donate the money that I can to charity for people who aren’t as fortunate as I am”

You smiled at him, something you had forgotten how to do, since your birth.

“Thank you, really, your so kind and you do things hat most people would just ignore, your really amazing”

You say there talking to him for a few more hours.

Few more months passed and jungkook let you stay with him and his friends, the 7 of them were in a group, only jungkook owned a cafe on the side, you worked in the cafe and lived with the 7 dorks.

This made you extremely happy, that was until your parents started looking for you again, hey found you working in the cafe, and made you sit with them and talk.

‘Talk’ or them saying whatever they wanted and leaving.

“What do you want? I’m leaving you guys alone aren’t I?”

“We’ve decided to get married again”

“Really????!!! After all that really?? What’s wrong with you guys? Your old enough to know that this won’t work”

“Y/N HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR PARENTS LIKE THAT?!??!”

“I DONT CARE YOU GUYS CAN DO WHATEVER, I WAS FINE WITHOUT YOU GUYS, YOU BOTH LEFT ME TO DIE, ALL YOU DID WAS PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL AND BASICALLY TOLD ME TO GO DIE, SO HOW DARE YOU COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME YOUR STARTING THIS STUPIDITY AGAIN”

“We understa..”

You cut them off.

“No... you will never understand what it feels like to wake up without anyone by your side and have doctors tell you, that you’ve been asleep for 2 years and then having to learn how to write read or even lift your arms up and down again, so I don’t care if you want to die together or get married again, I really don’t care, please get out of my shop I need to work”

“WE HAVENT FINISHED TALKING”

Jut then the door opened, it was jungkook, you didn’t want to show your boss/ boyfriend what your parents were really like.

“Oh jungkook your here?”

“Yeah, Oh we have customers I can go wait over there for you”

He smiled melting you.

“We’re not customers, were her parents” they made that smile, that fake smile that you hated.

“There not my parents jungkook, and could you two leave now?”

“FINE YOUR GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR THE HOSPITAL FEE IT WAS A LOT THATS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FOR OUR WEDDING”

“So that’s what your here for? Not to see if your daughter is fine? Not to see if your daughter is still alive? Not to apologise?”

You went to the back took your wallet out and threw money at them, all that you had at them and told them to pick it up and get out, they did just that.

You were confused, you didn’t know weather they were your parents or some people that gave you a loan.

You say there and cried, and jungkook closed the shop and sat next to your curled up figure.

“That was your Parents isn’t it? Y/N talk to me, I’m here for you, you know that”

You looked up at his worried and somewhat hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry you shouldn’t have seen that, that was more uglier than...”

He just hugged you.

“That’s you and if that’s you then I love every inch of it, the scares that we’re left by your parents I want to heal and hide and care for, don’t think of anything right now but me, okay?”

“Okay”

Jungkook was everything to you and him saying he loved every inch of your life meant the world to you.

Soooooooooooooo...... I tried?

Okay it might have been kinda bad, tell me how it was guys, AND DONT FORGET TO REQUEST.

Because my imagination is limited, so help a girl out.

Anyways

Bye

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knightofbalance-13 · 7 years

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Response to Invetsed-In-Your-Future‘s post

http://invested-in-your-future.tumblr.com/post/156801674540/rwby-v4-finale-hopespredictions

“ Dealing with ignorrant people who neve rpresent arguments is always hard. “ Ad Homien attack calling me ignorant for one stupid reason then proceeds to reenact said stupid reason.

1. “ Story is named RWBY. Ruby is the protagonist. RWBY is Ruby’s story from childhood to adulthood.” RWBY: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang. So it’s not just about Ruby and further exemplified by the fact that Pyrrha had a major focus in the last Volume, showing that other characters besides the main four would get focus. 2+3. “Nice way to address the points i made…not” I don’t hear a no and considering your attacks on the writers and Jaune I take that as acceptance on your part. And you get away with that and I don’t...because? 5. “Soooo, its a given that nothing happens int he finale except for a fight? Especially in a volume where already nothing happened.”

Does nothing to rebuttle my argument and is just an attack on the writers disguised as a rebuttle. A;so completely disproven by my number 7 argument in my original post.

1. “ She did not “get development in 10. We got same implication of her being not okay and then it segued into Jaune Peptalk. “ And that disproves my point about her having development from not showing trauma because...? And by that same logic, Jaune never got any development because that describes his entire interactions with Pyrrha seeing as they almost always gave pep talks to each other.

Also didn’t address the second half of my point: “ IT’S NOT HER MOMENT. It’s Ren and Nora’s. You bitch about Jaune hogging the spotlight and yet you want Ruby to do the exact same thing. “ So by the rules of debate, you coincide this point.

2. “ WE NEVER SAW HER OVERCOME HER PTSD. We never saw her issues being explored. If anything show literally threw her back on the same self-destructive path wasting a chance to explore her as a character. “

So? Does the characters stop existing when we don’t see them? No, they don’t. SO they can develop off screen as well. So that doesn’t work. It also doesn’t work because I addressed that as well in my original post: “- her PTSD issues took nine months in a safe place to overcome-” SO if she isn’t in a a safe place then she could devolve again.

And how did they throw her back on that path when we see in episode 9 Yang is learning to fight smarter, not harder which has been a problem for her? How did they do that when she is shown to be moving away from that path? Just as well, it doesn’t rebuttle my argument there is like eight more volumes left so Yang still has more time to grow or her mommy issues, temper issues and fighting issues.

3. “ From now On Ill most likely just start linking my Bingo whenever someone makes a homophobic “argument”. “

My original point:

“ . Okay…Blake directly pointed her friends as a source that she was running away from and Yang’s struggle was with PTSD and the loss of her arm, not Blake leaving. Just because your ship isn’t getting support 90% of the time doesn’t mean they have forgotten each other. “

Does nothing to rebuttle my argument and you have shown to be a Bumbleby shipper and bias against Sun so you kind of dug yourself deeper.

4. “ Oh right you are ONE OF THOSE people who think somehow Blake fighting for her agency was “abusive”. Riiiight. We are done here. Yiikes, some of the fandom is legit creepy MRAs, who knew. “

http://knightofbalance-13.tumblr.com/post/156662016115/people-tend-to-get-up-in-arms-about-how-rwby

No I am not. I used that comparison to show how stupid that argument is because calling Sun a stalker is just as stupid and ignorant as calling Blake an abuser. Sun wa strying to help a friend who had a tendecy to dash away and hurt herself even more (illa anyone?) and Blake was trying to protect a friend. All that did was piss me off and make you look like the bias one for you calling me an MRA. Also Ad homien again.

5. “There’s nothing “subjective” about the fight lacking the basic sense of direction of adherence to physics. Characters are not freaking hot air balloons and they certainly can’t float. It was weightless mess. “

Okay. I’ve sen that in so many anime I may as well cite the entire SHonen genre as a reference to when that happens. The fight was also praised for the teamwork between Blake and Sun and the clever usage of their clones.

You also didn’t address my point about RWBY even bothering with Physics so I’ll expand on it: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann is cited as a major influence on RWBY and considering that show broken every law of physics in he first five episodes, we’re lucky RWBY bothers with such troublesome things.

6. “ Raven clearly gives enough shits about Qrow. And Qrow getting back up is inevitable, the only question is what mcguffin is used for that. Either way its better than three children suddenly being able to fight a decade old overpowered sueprgrimm. “

Proof about the Raven thing? Because considering the fact she was petty enough to not tell Qrow were the Spring Maiden was because he wouldn’t bend to her will and join a band of murderers and thieves, despite refusing to go with Qrow with people who don’t actively fuck over humanity on purpose, she wouldn’t care if Qrow dies. Fuck, she doesn’t care if Yang dies.

And does Qrow need to be healed with a macguffin and not, you know, doctors? And considering your problems with RWBY’s writing beforehand, you’ll bitch about that too.

And I can think of three ways they can kill that thing:

A. It shown that the Nucklevee is weak to Ruby’s Silver Eyes but eitehr has a resistance still or is aware of teh Silver EYes and keeps out of range. Thus the rest of Team RNJR have to distract or weaken the Nucklevee.

B. Jaune stays back and analyzes the Nucklevee and finds a weakness in it and directs his team to exploit this weakness.

C. My personal favorite: Ren or Nora jump down the Nucklevee’s throat and bust through it’s stomach. It’s brutal, it’ satisfying and considering the pain it caused them, it’s thematically appropriate.

All three use show material to advance the plot instead of a Deus Ex Machina.

7. “

We got nothing from Blake except a rehash of Volume 1 finale with Sun regurgitating Weiss words. The story simply went fullcircle to end of Vol3 again.

I already addressed Weiss as the positive of the volume. Even then her story was disjointed.

Yang’s issues were not addressed. They literally disappeared, including her physical AND mental disability.

We never saw Ruby mourn. We sure did see Jaune do that. Oh how much did we see that.

I already addressed Qrow stuff as sort of positive, albeit we literally barely learned anything beyond his semblance.

We already knew Ozpin disapeared by Vol3 ending. Oscar story could easily h ave been implied by him showing up and being addressed as Ozpin.

Look into remnant was done in WOR not in the show. “ A. You don’t say how it’s a rehash of Volume 1 whereas I can point out that the conflict in Volume 1 was Blake overcoming her fears of being rejected by her friends over the White Fang whereas Volume 4 shows=cases her problems with working with other people, her martyr complex and learning to let others help her. B. The your first point and overall point here: “At least some indication that this volume was not literally pointless” is disproven by your own words. And no, you can’t exclude Weiss from this because you said “literally” meaning you meant what you said and t5ehre is no room for mistake or error. C. My original point here: “Yang’s anger issues and sloppy fighting being addressed which lead to her PTSD in teh first place.” Notice how the point here is using Yang’s anger issues and sloppy fighting as the argument with the PTSD is used as a connector and the rebuttle is about the PTSD. In short: It does nothing to disprove my points of Yang’s anger and sloppy fighting. D. We saw Jaune mourn in Episode 2 and 11...that’s it...where Ruby also mourned as indicated by her sharing that mourning with Jaune. E. Then again, your mian point does not work by your own words. F. Then how would we know what happened with Ozpin or how Oscar reatced or how Oscar came to listen to Ozpin to who Oscar even is? Bet you would still complain there. G. And WOR isn’t a part of RWBy despite being listed with RWBY...how?

P.S. The reason why this post exists is because the OP cannot be reblogged. The original poster essentially tried wining teh argument by silencing me. jokes on them huh?

#invested-in-your-future #rwde bullshit #rwby

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I was tagged by @rumpleteazergrace, thanks! I tag whoever wants to do this (because I’m lazy)

1. COKE OR PEPSI? Coca-Cola all the way 2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS? Disney; although dreamworks has also turned out beautiful movies it also gave us Bee Movie and Minions and I just can’t forgive them for that 3. COFFEE OR TEA? I’m fairly picky with both (I don’t like English breakfast tea and I only drink lattes) but I’ll more readily drink coffee 4. BOOKS OR MOVIES? Books. I can’t remember the last time I went to the cinema 5. WINDOWS OR MAC? I currently have a windows PC, and I’ve used them all my life, but I really want a MacBook to take to uni and for better video editing 6. DC OR MARVEL? Simply because I’m loving Supergirl and The Flash atm, I’m gonna say DC 7. X-BOX OR PLAYSTATION? Neither? I gotta say I prefer Nintendo and PC gaming 8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT? Neither 9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISER? Early Riser. I hate waking up after 9am 10. CARDS OR CHESS? Cards are more versatile, so if I had to take one to a desert island I’d take cards 11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Both. Both is good. 12. VANS OR CONVERSE? Converse. Or if you’re me at the moment, cheap copies from Peacocks that only last a few months 13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH OR ADAAR? I don’t understand this question, but based on how the words look I’ll go with Lavellan; it’s pretty and has my name in it 14. FLUFF OR ANGST? Fluff, although angst done well is good 15. BEACH OR FOREST? I love both, but forests are magical 16. DOGS OR CATS? Both, of course 17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN? Clear skies. Rain tends to make me miserable, especially if I have to be out in it 18. COOKING OR EATING OUT? Again, both are good. 19. SPICY FOOD OR MILD FOOD? I’m white so I can’t tolerate anything too spicy 20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS? Christmas 21. A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT? A little too hot because you can walk around the house in hardly anything and eat your weight in ice lollies/ice cream 22. CHOOSE A SUPERPOWER! Shapeshifting. 23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION? Animation. There are so many different types of animation and they’re all beautiful. 24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE? This just reminds me of the groups in the sims 4 get together. If we’re going by that, I’d say renegade. 25. BATHS OR SHOWERS? Showers. I’ve been getting into lush stuff recently, but I’m so used to having showers that I still haven’t used one of the bubble bars I got for Christmas. 26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRONMAN? I… uh… don’t know enough about marvel to make a well informed decision 27. FANTASY OR SCIFI? Fantasy of course. I’d rather have dragons than robots 28. THREE FAVOURITE QUOTES: “Be the plough horse” which is a little mantra I made up to keep myself going, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit… etc.” Because iconic, and the last one is a tie between the first line from Nothern Lights and the first paragraph from Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif (“Look I didn’t want to be a Half Blood” etc.) because they’re just iconic. Bear in mind these are the only quotes I could think of, and so are my favourite at the moment (and probs not very inspiring). 29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX? I’m basically living, eating, and breathing YouTube at the moment soooo 30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON? Percy Jackson. Sorry Harry, but I knew Percy before you so I’m always gonna take his side 31. WHEN DO I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED? When my channel stats are all green rather than all red. Also when I kept getting unconditional uni offers. That was fun. 32. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK? I’ve never seen Star Trek soooo 33. PAPERBACK OR HARDBINDERS? Hardback. They’re easier to read and look prettier. They’re just a bitch to carry around 34. HORROR OR ROM-COM? Neither? I don’t really watch either of them on a regular basis, but I definitely wouldn’t touch a horror film with a ten foot pole 35. TV SHOWS OR MOVIES? TV atm seeing as I hardly watch movies 36. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Giraffe, squirrel, pigeons, and crows 37. FAVOURITE GENRE OF MUSIC: I’m not really picky about genre. Most of my iTunes library is cast recordings and EPs by Youtuber-musicians, but the genres within that are quite varied (hip-hop, to pop punk, to your classic musical theatre) 38. LEAST FAVOURITE BOOK: All of the Above, Juno Dawson. If I think about it too much I want to punch a wall 39. FAVOURITE SEASON: Spring and summer, although I’ve learnt to love Autumn 40. SONG THAT’S CURRENTLY STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: Honestly nothing 41. WHAT KIND OF PAJAMAS DO YOU YOU WEAR? Mismatched pyjama shirts and (usually) grey pyjama bottoms 42. HOW MANY EXISTENTIAL CRISES DO YOU HAVE ON AN AVERAGE DAY? I don’t have them on a daily basis, but when I was younger (and from time to time now, like the other day) I definitely used to ask myself questions like ‘why am I me?’, 'what is me?’, 'what is conciousness?’, and similar stuff that would definitely space me out for a bit. 43. SONG YOU WANT TO HAVE PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL: TBH I haven’t given it much thought 44. FAVOURITE THEME SONG TO A TV SHOW: The Simpsons; it’s just a classic 45. HARRY POTTER MOVIES OR BOOKS? Well, I don’t own the books (I’m a bad fan I know but they’re expensive and I borrowed them from libraries and friends when I was reading them) and I haven’t watched the films in a long time so *shrug* 46. YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OTP CANON; BUT YOU’LL FORGET THAT TUMBLR EXISTS. WILL YOU DO IT? My OTP was canon, and then they tried to kill each other :/ 47. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWERS? Daffodils, daisies, and forget-me-nots 48. A LANGUAGE YOU REALLY WANT TO LEARN: Welsh, and I’m hoping to pick some up when I go to uni (in Wales). I’d also like to pick up Spanish and German again some day.

#this was fun #personal #get to know me tag

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