#✿ → interactions

[offleurs]

♕ → @myhyun

Known as the clumsiest person around, it shouldn't be such a surprise that Seonhwa had accidentally drunk more than she should have and ended up leaving too many voicemails that made no sense. Most of them, she didn't really remember every word that had been said, just fragments that helped her to put together the puzzle that was her mind.

The soloist didn't mind and she wasn't embarrassed for anything she had said - she had said the truth in each one of them. It was a fact that she had been working on a song ever since she had listened to Yehyun singing 'INVU'. It took one to know another, and Seonhwa could recognize a beautiful voice when she heard one. Of course, her mind had been thinking that it would work great for something she'd had in mind for a while, but only now it was when she had finally put it into words.

Still, she hadn't really seen the other in days. It wasn't like she was expecting him to say anything back, it was possible that he hadn't even listened to her voicemail or that he hadn't really cared much about her words. Which was fine, Seonhwa respected people's space and privacy, and she also knew it was wrong of her to look for his number like that instead of asking the idol himself like any normal person would.

As she stepped out of the elevator, the first person she saw was Yehyun walking down the corridor. The pink-haired soloist waved at him with a smile. "Hey. I'm on my way to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, would you like to join me?"

[that-sweet-jester]

poor Sevika's been embarrassed ever since, yet still stuck around😔✊

[pauls-mescal]

Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

(here's the fic btw)

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[kidovna]

heartbreak

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[icarus-showmethemoon]

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

[oncorhynchus-nerka]

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

[artemisdesari-blog]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[offleurs]

♕ → @thatsohkai​

There was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for Malachi, and it had been like that for years. If he asked her to jump, Seonhwa would ask how high without any other question or doubt. Coming to Chicago had always been a plan, but there had never been a chance before with both of them busy.

It was truly an honor that he wanted to show her his old neighborhood, maybe his old place if they had the chance. The soloist had made sure to clear out her schedule for the day to spend it all with him without any interruptions or having to rush back to the hotel, her little brother deserved her complete attention.

Considering it was her first time in Chicago, it had taken a while to convince her security team to leave her to go out all alone with Malachi. But this was something private and important, she didn't want anyone following them around if they had no business going with them. But she could look after herself, and she knew she would be safe with Malachi.

So far, Chicago was one of the coldest cities they had visited, keeping her hot coffee in her hands as they walked down the street. Seonhwa looked around, taking in every single detail, not wanting to miss anything. "Is it always this cold?"

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

[ottosbigtop]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts

[twinliches]

while i was trying to wade through the large amounts of people trying to leave the central subway station, everyone abruptly came to a halt in front of the subway turnstiles. two french girls had misunderstood the tap-out process, and one of them was now stuck behind the gate. as i was wracking my brain on how to explain the tap-in tap-out process of the milan metro to both of them with my rudimentary french while they both got increasingly upset at the closed gate between them, a young teenager suddenly pushed me to the side.

i was just about to give him my most scathing disgruntled glare when he took out his ticket and, after realizing they had no common language, started gesticulating wildly in front of the french girl left behind. he pointed at the ticket, then at her, and very seriously said: “on three, we go.” she nodded, and after he counted to three, holding up his fingers so there could be no confusion, they sprinted through the gate together, giggling profusely afterwards as if they had just pulled off the heist of the century,

it was just a small moment during the morning commute. but i realized then and there that the time i had spent trying to intellectualize the problem and wondering if my lack of language skills would be awkward the situation could have already been resolved. and that while i had been mad about being pushed aside, the teenager got it exactly right: no questions, no fear or shyness, just direct action to help where you can and rushing there to do so. i think about him every time now when i run to lift someone’s pram or ask a lost looking person if they need my help despite the fear of being rude. on three, we go.