#apapapers

[rosiehrs]

civil war | hanni

summary ; you don't know how to function without expressing your disdain for each other, but sometimes all you need is to share a drink to bring peace.

pairing ; hanni pham x fem!reader

content ; non idol!au, enemies to lovers…?, mild jealousy, lame insults, hanni doesnt like yn's outfits, yn and hanni are annoying

genre ; fluff

word count ; 4075

not even 10 seconds in and the two of you were already going at it.

“goofy outfit, bro.” hanni comments as you finally arrive at the café you all agreed to eat at. you raised your eyebrow at her, scoffing. “i know you’re not talking with that hair.”

“i’m trying something NEW. maybe you should too!” she fought back, crossing her arms and turning away from you. “we’ve been here together for approximately 5 seconds and you’re already at it. i’m genuinely amazed. how are we a function friend group?” minji complains, the look of disbelief clear on her face. danielle laughed, wrapping her arms around you and hanni. “it’s gonna be a fun day! brighten up, everyone! we’re gonna eat good, have good conversations and so much more!” 

“unnie, yn and hanni will kill each other before any of that happens.” hyein butts in as she eyes the desserts on display. “so not true! what do you think, haerin?” dani asks, catching the younger girl off guard. haerin slowly turns to look at her and blinks. “mm.”

“exactly! thank you! now let’s eat and have fun, yes?”

“yes..” you all replied. you looked over to see hanni glaring at you, causing a laugh to escape your throat. you stuck your tongue out at her and let dani drag you to a table.

“why can’t you just be a normal person and wear a normal outfit?”

“how is this not a normal outfit?”

“you’re just not normal.”

“do you think you’re funny?”

“i’m funnier than you.”

“im taller than you.”

“who fucking asked you?”

“i–”

“no one asked! next!” hanni interrupts, taking a huge bite out of her bread roll menacingly. “i hope you choke.” you replied, kicking her under the table earning a muffled yelp. you laughed as you watched her aggressively chew, clearly wanting to say something back at you. “apapap! unnie, calm down, you might actually choke.” she looked at danielle and defeatedly obeyed. she looked up, sending you a glare. a small smile couldn't help but spread across your face as you watched her cheeks full of bread move up and down. you couldn’t deny that hanni was cute. even at times when you found her absolutely insufferable, you still found her adorable. but that was something you’d take to the grave. 

“...party and she invited us.”

the girls all began to agree with minji’s words but you were too caught up in your own world to listen. “wait, wait. what? sorry, i zoned out.”

“i said wonyoung is throwing a party tomorrow and she invited us. but i think there will be drinks there? you comfortable with that, hyein? we would take care of you!”

“please. it’s a party thrown by wonyoung unnie, of course there are drinks. besides, i’ve been friends with you guys for so long, i think i’m comfortable around alcohol.” she replied, rolling her eyes. minji laughed at her, bumping her shoulder. “okay, big girl. you down, y/n?” you nodded excitedly, “yeah! should be fun.”

“hanni? dani? haerin?”

“i’m down!” danielle cheers. “me too.”

“hanni?” minji asks again. “oh, uh, yeah. sure, i’m down.” she muttered, sending minji a small smile. “great! i’ll let her know.” and you all easily found yourselves lost in another silly conversation, but your eyes never left hanni. you could tell something was off but you weren’t close enough to push. if you asked you were certain she would just tell you to go away, so you decided to stay safe and just.. wonder from afar.

you got into minji’s car, greeting everyone excitedly. hyein was in the passenger seat and haerin was sitting on dani’s lap behind them. “we should start taking my family car when we all go out.” hyein suggested, causing minji to laugh. “my car is perfectly fine!”

“you’re not drinking tonight, min?” you asked. “nah, gotta take care of this big baby.” hyein groaned and started arguing with minji about how she wasn’t a baby and that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. minji simply laughed and let the younger girl yap until they reached hanni’s house. she opened the door and stopped her movements as she laid her eyes on you. “these damn outfits, y/n. i want to laugh, but i just feel bad.”

“can we leave her, please? i’m begging.”

“hi hanni unnie! please get in!” 

she hesitantly gets in next to you and shuts the door. you awkwardly tried to shuffle further away, but it was no use. with the two girls next to you, you had no space to go anyway. you tried to remain respectful and leave a little gap between the two of you, but it just meant you squeezed in closer to the other two. 

minji made an abrupt turn causing everyone in the car to move with it. you were pressed against hanni as she grabbed your arm to prevent herself from flying away. “shit, sorry everyone! that car came out of nowhere.”

“unnie, we’re not even there yet and you’re already trying to kill us!” hyein yelled.

“ow.” haerin mumbled, rubbing her head. “you okay, rin?” dani asked, getting a nod in response. you felt some pressure on your arm and saw that hanni had still been holding onto it. “you good?” you asked quietly. her eyes widened as she realised and quickly let go of you, “um, yeah. i.. don’t talk about it.” she turned away to face the window and you laughed at her antics.

“holy shit, where the hell am i supposed to park? the whole street is full?”

with a scoff, hyein crosses her arms. “of course the entirety of seoul is here, it’s wonyoung unnie’s party.” 

“unnie, there! free spot there!” dani directed, minji quickly driving to secure the spot. it took a few minutes.. with hyein yelling, dani trying to help, you and hanni quietly arguing about God knows what and haerin just.. listening to everything.

you all eagerly made your way to wonyoung’s house – mansion? castle? either works! there were already heaps of people in her front yard, walking into her house was another level. there were seas of people, some familiar, some not. you looked around and saw a dj up on a stage-like area, wonyoung knew how to throw parties.

you made your way through the huge crowds, searching for your friends. stepping foot into the kitchen, you see wonyoung, yujin and rei chatting with other people. wonyoung looked up and squealed as she saw you. her face lit up as she ran towards all of you, giving you all a hug. “you came! i’m so happy! i’ve missed you guys! it was only supposed to be a small gathering, but people bring people and those people bring people and you know how it goes.” 

“i can imagine, looks great though! very lively!” dani exclaims, excited by the atmosphere. “thank you! the snacks and drinks are over there and hyein! there’s a bunch of juice! if there’s anything else you need, please just come looking for me! have fun you guys, i’ll call you when we start playing games.”

you all thanked her and made your way towards the snack table. “who’s drinking, raise your hand.” minji said (yelled) over the music. dani and you raised your hands, high fiving in the process. you and dani poured yourselves some drinks and made your way back to your friends. hyein was dancing with minji, haerin and hanni, making the both of you smile. “they’re cute.” you stated, sipping your drink. “yeah, they are! let’s dance!” dani giggled as she dragged you to the dance floor where your other friends were. 

after a few songs, you started to get tired. you stepped away from your group and went to get a sip of water. you looked around and saw a familiar figure outside on the patio. you curiously made your way outside, startling said familiar figure.

“hanni?”

“what are you doing here?” she asked, turning back to look away from you. you shut the sliding door and sat down next to her. “i.. just saw you out here. i didn’t realise you left, are you okay?”

she nodded, “yeah, it was just.. loud. i’m okay. you can go back inside.” you thought about it for a second and decided to stay put. she looked at you with confusion on her face, “i said you can go back inside.” you shook your head and looked up at the sky. “nah, i’m good here.”

hanni opened her mouth to say something else but chose to keep it to herself after she saw how content you looked next to her. she cleared her throat, not knowing how to start a conversation with you. insulting you didn’t seem very fitting in this setting so she didn’t know what to do. “we can just sit in silence, don’t be weird.” you spoke, amusement clear in your voice. “whatever, i’m just trying not to make it awkward.”

“it’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” she blinked at you a few times before looking back up at the sky. she took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. you turned to look at her and couldn’t help but smile. she glowed in the moonlight and when she opened them, you saw stars in her eyes. 

“wanna go for a walk?” you regretted it as soon as you opened your mouth. you were certain she was going to laugh at you and throw a childish insult at you. but much to your surprise, she stood up and said, “let’s go.”

you stared at her with shock on your face, quickly standing up and taking your phone out to let minji know. you walked along wonyoung’s neighbourhood, quietly rating each house you walked by. the streetlights weren’t too bright, but weren’t too dim. they gave off the perfect light it reflected clearly on hanni’s face.

“you know, if you weren’t such an asshole - i would be able to say you look pretty without regretting it.”

you heard hanni’s breath hitch next to you, quickly coughing to cover it up. “what happened to being in silence?” she snapped back, trying to hide the fact that she was turning red. “i just called you pretty, can’t you be decent for once and just say thank you?” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

“it- i-.. thank you..” she defeatedly whispered. “see, was that so hard?” she muttered a snarky reply under her breath, but she was extremely flustered. you just watched her for a few seconds, genuinely taken aback by her beauty. you held no hatred for the girl next to you, in fact it was the opposite. you wouldn’t lie and say you were never hurt by the things she said. most times you genuinely had no idea whether or not she actually hated you or this was just her way of communicating with you. like.. it was your thing? but curiosity is strong and sometimes people need answers.

“hanni?” you began, kicking a rock on the path. she hummed in response, looking down at the ground. “do you actually dislike me?” you asked, still avoiding eye contact. “oh.” was all she could let out. she turned to look at you and felt guilty as soon as she saw the look on your face. of course she didn't hate you, she definitely wasn’t good at showing that but dislike was the last thing she felt for you.

“you’ve always argued with me and insulted me, so i reciprocated the energy. i thought it was just banter, but we never seemed to get past it. come to think of it, this is probably the closest thing we’ve had to a proper conversation.”

her demeanor softened, voice laced with guilt. “no, i don’t dislike you. i just thought you didn’t like me either.” she said, eyes glued to the floor.

“i’ve always liked you but with the way you treated me, i knew i didn’t have a chance.”

“no, it– wait what?” she froze and stopped in her tracks, “a chance?” 

“yeah–oh, i see how this can be misinterpreted.” you responded, standing next to her. “oh, you mean like.. have a chance to be friends with me?”

“no.. i mean have a chance with you.” you clarified, leaving hanni dumbfounded. “what?”

“i mean, even with the way you treat me - i see how you treat others. i know you’re a good and kind person, i guess being pretty helps as well, but you’re funny and you care for others. i see how funny you are, how you care for our friends, i know you have a nice voice. you help take care of hyein, you look out for haerin, you help minji out when she feels overwhelmed with everything, you and dani are a great pair and– ”

“– you like me?” she interrupts, eyes almost popping out of her eye sockets.

you tilted your head at her, “yes..?” 

“how?”  “erm.. did i not just explain?”

“how are you acting like this isn’t a big deal?” hanni screeched, throwing her head into her hands, “we’ve spent years shitting on each other and you’re saying you’ve liked me this entire time?!” her voice went up an octave with every word. you quickly shushed her with your hands, trying to prevent the entire neighbourhood from hearing her, “hanni, it doesn’t have to be a big deal! i didn’t tell you because i expected anything, i just wanted to share my side of things. i like you, so i’ve just followed your lead. if arguing and insulting is what you’re comfortable, then i’m alright with that.”

she shook her head, chuckling almost bitterly at your words. “y/n, i’ve always known you to be a sarcastic person, so i’ve only been acting like this towards you because i thought this was what you wanted.” 

she took a deep breath in, taking a step closer to you. “y/n, the truth is i–”

the sound of your ringtone cut her off, taking you both by surprise. you pulled your phone out of your pocket to see minji’s name displayed in big letters. “it’s–i’m sorry. give me a second.” you apologised, answering the call. “minji?”

hanni cleared her throat and took a step back, staring down at the ground. all she needed was 2 more seconds. minji’s timing was impeccable. all she wanted to do was laugh at the absurdity of it all, but all she could muster up was the fact that she felt defeated.

“oh, yeah, alright. we’re coming. okay, see you.” the call ended and you turned to hanni, “we have to go. haerin’s not feeling well.” hanni nodded and followed you as you turned to walk back to wonyoung’s house. “wait, sorry, i interrupted you earlier. you were saying something..?” you reminded, turning to her. her head was down and her shoulders were slumped, you couldn't help but wonder if this was because of what you told her. 

“huh? oh.. no.. it’s nothing. it doesn’t matter.” she mumbled, almost whispering. “are you sure? you can tell me anything, i won’t be offended.” you reassured. you wanted to hear what she felt about.. how you felt. you were almost getting to her, opening up to each other. “yeah, i’m sure. don’t worry about it. let’s just get back to them so we can take care of haerin.”

you slowly blinked at her before nodding. “hanni, i hope what i told you doesn’t change anything. or if i does, i hope we can at least be civil with each other.” she sent you a soft smile and replied, “of course.” with that, you were content. and you were a step closer to being friends.

you reached wonyoung’s house shortly, grabbing hanni’s arm to run towards minji’s car in the distance. “is haerin okay?” you asked immediately. 

they explained that she had snacked too much and needed to rest. the ride back home was.. awkward to say the least. you and hanni didn’t say a word to each other, looking in opposite directions. you felt as if you had screwed everything up until you felt her move next to you. she subtly shuffled closer to you, making your shoulders and knees touch. your entire body stiffened, startled by the sudden contact. 

it was all you could think about when you got home, that and hanni sending you a smile when she got dropped off. she made your heart flutter with the smallest gestures and you could only imagine how she’d make you feel once you were actually friends. you went to sleep that night with a content heart.

a few days after the party, you all agreed to meet up again to try out a new café. you rushed to get ready in hopes that hanni would arrive early again. you reached the café half an hour before the initial plan, eagerly searching for the australian girl.your shoulders slumped when you realised you were the first to arrive. you grudgingly went to find a table big enough to seat all of you. you wanted to sulk, but you never made an arrangement with hanni. in fact, you haven’t spoken to her since the party. you sat there, busy arguing with yourself that you didn’t even realise someone had walked into the café.

a sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts, “hi.” 

“oh.” you began, feeling your heart race as you saw her face. “hanni, hi. you’re early.” she chuckled and took the seat opposite you, “so are you. didn’t expect that from you. did something motivate you?”

“oh, don’t even. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you scowled, scrolling on your phone to hide the blush creeping up on your face. she pushed your phone down with a grin, “we have to talk, y/n.”

“about what..?” 

“your clothes. what the hell are you wearing.” your facial expressions dropped and you stared at her with a look of disapproval. “i’m not impressed. you’re not funny. it’s good to see that you fixed your hair though.” you retorted.

“you still find me pretty, don’t you?” she teased with a smile. all you could do was stare and you knew you looked stupid. you felt stupid, of course she’d use it against you. she’s hanni. “i don’t like you.”

“hmm, that’s not what you–”

“i’m going to the bathroom! be right back!” you stood up and ran to the bathroom. you stared at yourself in the mirror, embarrassed by how flushed you looked. you wanted to strangle her. she was infuriating, how you still like her will always be a mystery to you. any regular person would hate hanni’s guts, and a part of you does! but for the most part, she makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. you hated her for that, too. 

a few minutes later, you calmed yourself down and walked out to see your friends sitting there. you let out a breath of relief and ran to engulf minji in a hug. “thank you.” you whispered, confusing the girl. “um, you’re welcome?”

“oh, you’re so dramatic.” hanni sassed, “we were alone for ten minutes. it wasn’t that bad.” you watched her roll her eyes and cross her arms, sending you a glare shortly after. so much for being civil. 

‘if being alone with me for ten minutes is so torturous, why does she like me?’ hanni thought bitterly. she didn’t want to admit it, but she was jealous. she’s always been jealous of minji. you were close, always showing each other affection. hanni barely remembers a time when you weren’t on top of each other. it irked her–you irked her. you initiated all of that with minji; why couldn’t you do it with her? knowing how you feel for her, she feels a sense of entitlement over you. you should be hugging her like that. she didn’t pause for a second to think about how quick of a jump it would be for the both of you, nor did she pause to think about the fact that you had no idea that she felt the same way.

you made your orders and began debriefing about anything and everything that’s happened in the past week. however, hanni was too busy staring at you to listen to the conversation, deciding to kick you under the table to earn your attention. you flinched and stared at her with confusion written on your face. “what’s that?” she mouthed, pointing at your drink. 

“whipped cappuccino,” you answered, raising your eyebrows at her. “can i try?” she asked, and you nodded at her in response. she grabbed your drink and placed her lips on your straw. your eyes widened at her actions, and hanni felt accomplished with your reaction. “yum,” she responded, sliding your drink back over to you. 

“what was that.” hyein said, staring at the two of you incredulously. “what the hell was that.”

“what was what?” hanni asked casually, taking a bite out of her pastry. “she poisoned you. y/n unnie poisoned you. there’s no other explanation.” you scoffed at hyein, waving her off. “please.  if i wanted to poison her, i would’ve done it years ago. why would i have willingly put up with her all this time?”

“oh really? yeah, why would you willingly put up with me all this time? honestly, i wish you would’ve poisoned me so i wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore.”

“hyein, they were doing so good.” haerin muttered, throwing her head into her hands.

“you’re lucky to know me, i’m great to be around with! you didn’t mind my company at the party last week.” you retorted. “yeah, well you didn’t mind my company either.”

“why can’t you guys just be friends?” minji asked, clearly exasperated with your dynamics. “i–we are..! um.. friends..! right, hanni?”

“..just friends?” she replied.

“w-what?!” 

“what.”

“huh?!”

“pause.”

“...”

“y/n and i need to talk outside!” hanni sang, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the café. (and ignoring your friends and their comments)

“what the hell was that?!” you shrieked, still taken aback by her question. “it–you–i like you too, idiot!” she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. “i don’t actually mean the insults i throw at you. that’s what i was trying to tell you before minji called.” you felt your entire world stop and in the moment you felt like your head was about to explode. “why the hell didn’t you tell me after?!”

“i was scared! i didn’t know how you’d react!” she responded, equally as hysterical as you. “well, i fucking told you i liked you, of course i’d react well, you fucking moron!”

“don’t call me a moron, i’m not a moron! you’re a moron!”

“why are you yelling at me?!” 

“why are you yelling at me?!” she retorted, causing you to change your demeanor. “oh, i’m sorry. i’m just freaking out. i don’t know what to do. what do we do now?” with a sigh, hanni shook her head. “i don’t know. i just feel stupid, we’ve liked each other for so long and we just.. wasted time. i wished i told you sooner.”

“me too, but there’s no better time than the present..? ..right?” you beckoned, earning a small smile from the girl in front of you. “you still want to be with me..?” 

you took a step closer, “if that’s okay with you?” hanni chuckled, grabbing your hands and wrapping them around her waist. “yeah, that could be arranged.”

“and we wouldn’t try to kill each other?”

“and we would compliment each other.”

“sounds gross,” you joked, yelping shortly after. “ow!” rubbing your arm with one hand and keeping the other around her waist. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you giggled, poking her sides. “you like me.”

“you like me too, don’t let it get to your head.” she grumbled, pulling you closer to her. she closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around you and placed her head on your shoulder. for so long, she’s dreamt about the warmth of your embrace and now that she was in your arms–she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“wait, so you don’t think my outfits are bad?”

“don’t ruin the moment, you loser.”

“you owe all me 50 bucks,” dani cheered with a grin on her face, groans from the other three following suit.

im going to die now, thank u. not proofread !!!!

[pancake-breakfast]

Sunbathing for the micro fiction game! (And if you're feeling it, for Trigun)

Thanks for the ask! (Prompt list for reference)

#8: Sunbathing (with a Trigun flavor)

Wolfwood opened the door to the patio and immediately winced. On the one hand, he had found his targets. On the other hand....

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Legato and Elendira were each sprawled out on outdoor recliners and stripped down to nearly nothing. Their skin was covered in a sheen of oil that made them glisten in the light of the twin suns. Between them on a small table sat a pitcher and two tall glasses filled with a yellow-orange drink that smelled of fruit and alcohol. But most confusingly, they both seemed to have placed pieces of cucumber over their eyes.

"Apapap! Shhhhh." Elendira pinched her fingers together indicating Wolfwood should shut his trap. "You're ruining the mood. Try again in a more suitable tone if you have anything important to say."

Wolfwood took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, trying to keep his composure. He didn't think anything was wrong with his original tone, but Elendira had clearly made up her mind and he was in no mood to piss her off.

"Conrad wanted you guys for something," he said. "But why're ya both sitting out here dressed like that? What's with the cucumbers? Ya had too much to drink?"

"Oh, darling, we haven't had nearly enough." Elendira picked up her glass and took a sip through a straw that looked needlessly complicated, but did prevent her from having to lift her head enough to disturb the cucumbers.

"We're sunbathing," said Legato. "And these are swimsuits, the traditional attire for sunbathing. Not that I'd expect a cretin like you to know."

Wolfwood felt his cheeks flush. Legato was right, though. Wolfwood couldn't even conceive of why someone would want to do anything resembling "bathing" in the unbearable heat of the suns.

"It's good for the complexion," said Elendira.

A smile tugged at the edges of Legato's lips. "I never said that."

"What?" Elendira lowered her drink and tilted her head ever-so-slightly in Legato's direction.

"I said it was good for your health," said Legato, reaching for his own drink, "and it is, but not for your skin. The two suns plus the oil are absolutely terrible for keeping one's skin light and healthy."

Elendira had sat up entirely as Legato explained, cucumbers falling away from eyes that burned with malice.

"What's your problem?" Legato's casual tone was betrayed by the wolfish grin spread across his face. "Surely you're not mad at me for your own misinterpretation of things."

Elendira's jaw was clenched so tight Wolfwood thought she might crack her teeth. She turned to him and forced a smile on her face.

"And what exactly did Conrad want from us, Punisher?"

Wolfwood shrugged. "Didn't say. Just said I should find ya and tell ya to go to his office."

"Very well." Elendira stood up and wrapped herself in a robe she had draped over the back of her recliner. "I'll handle this myself. With any luck, it will include some much-needed violence." She practically spat the last words in Legato's direction. Legato himself seemed unfazed. With a "hmph," Elendira strode off back into the facility.

Legato waved a hand at the glass and pitcher next to him.

"Mimosa, Punisher?"

Wolfwood stared for a moment, uncertain he'd followed any of what had just happened. Then he plopped himself down on the Elendira's vacated recliner and reached for the pitcher. "Yeah, sure. What the hell."

[drunkedminds]

me pi bari bashk, e masnej gojore apapap this is romantic <3

[csarts]

One day, a person finds a dropped audio recorder as they were about to leave the Student Union Building. They thought of giving it to the Lost and Found, but curiosity won out and secreted it away.

At their home, they plugged the audio recorder to their PC and saw multiple files. They clicked on the first one, simply titled “3/25/23 - Arts and Perspectives”

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*sounds of a cup hitting a wooden table*

Person 1: That hits the spot. So, what did you want to talk about?

*papers shuffling*

Person 2: I’m trying kasi na intindihin yung mga binigay na readings ni ma’am. Naisip ko naman na baka makatulong ka, Guile.

Guile: Hmm, sige. It’s okay naman with me. So…

*throat being cleared*

Guile: Definition of art diba? So, art in itself has many definitions. There’s no one true way of describing it. In my opinion, it’s kind of like that quote about the “beholder” or something.

Person 2: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?”

Guile: Yeah! Thanks, Rafael. So, famous artists around the world sought to popularize their own definitions of “art”. We can see them here…

*papers shuffling and the thud of a finger meeting paper and wood*

Guile: Well, in the Study Guide provided, we can see the numerous ways in which art could be described. Herbert Read states that “art is an attempt to create pleasing forms”, which is essentially Formalism.

Rafael: *snrk* Formalism.

Guile: *sigh* Yes, formalism. The one perspective that’s very simple but the people who have this perspective try to complicate it very much to the point of vagueness. Well, moreso than the others.

Rafael: It tries to use some colorful description when in essence it just means what you see is what you get. Personally, I’m not a fan of this definition for it ignores so much factors.

*throat being cleared*

Guile: Where was I? Oh yeah, so we have Read’s Formalism perspective. We also have the expressionism perspective from Bernedetto Croce: “Art is an expression; it is not intention or talent.”

*papers softly rustling as they were set down*

Guile: Honestly, I always thought modern expressionism is kind of dumb. Apapap- don’t you raise your eyebrow at me. I’m comparing the modern one to its Golden Age one. Back then, it was novel and people were interested how each portrait was a story in of itself that the artist tried to tell with each stroke of the brush. Nowadays, with mass media, people try to look for deeper meanings or opinions that the artist didn’t intend to show. Due to the vagueness of the medium of communication, scandal upon scandal and misinformation upon misrepresentation keeps heaping on these poor artists.

*a big sigh*

Guile: And for what? Just to make themselves feel good about discerning the “true” meaning behind the art, nevermind if it's true or not, or whether it affects the artist.

*A cup being picked up. Sounds of someone sipping liquid*

Rafael: Oh, man this reminds me of the meme “this curtain is blue because of the emotion of the artist” when in reality its blue just cause. It is pretty ridiculous how people think that everything has a meaning behind it. Sometimes the artist just does things for no reason and that is totally fine. It just makes things more complicated.

Guile: Well, regardless of all that, my most favorite of all of this is Herskovits’ perspective. “Art is any embellishment of ordinary living that is achieved with competence and has describable form.”

Rafael: Bakit mo naman favorite yan?

Guile: Because it’s the inspiration to my own perspective regarding art. “There is effort in art and there is art in effort.” I find that there is beauty with the skill and competency of the artist as they create their product. It is kind of Formalism in the sense that the surface appearance is important, but where that perspective restricts itself to form, this one seeks to enhance that with perceived skill and talent it must’ve taken to do it.

Guile: Regarding the embellishment…eh. I don’t have an opinion on that. It’s on the people if they want realistic or fictional.

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Silence returned after that. Only the scratching of pencil could be heard and background noise of what the observer assumes is the SU building.

5 minutes droned on as they slowly lost their patience. Fortunately for the audio recorder, the silence was broken.

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Rafael: Now that I have a better understanding of what “art” is, I can’t help but have a few questions of my own.

Guile: Yeah? Like what?

Rafael: This was brought up by one of our classmates. When do we give the excuse that a work of art depicts freedom of artistic expression or consider it as exploitation or unethical?

Guile: Oh, what about it?

Rafael: Throughout history, there are a lot of artwork out there that can be considered as unethical but defend it as artistic expression. One example that immediately comes to mind is the artwork made by Richard Gomez.

Guile: You mean the giant d-

Rafael: Yes, that. I mean, it is just so obvious that it is clearly something inappropriate, however people still argue it as showing his freedom of artistic expression. I just feel like if a work of art can offend a lot of people for a valid reason or inexplicably inappropriate then it cannot be defended with that phrase. This question really made me realize where I stand on this topic.

Guile: What do you mean by valid reason?

Rafael: It’s the 21st Century, anyone will try to find any reason to be offended. So anyways what are your thoughts on this?

Guile: My stance on this topic is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It can be abhorrent to the majority of people or it can be wonderful to them. We can’t say that something isn’t art just because it offends people - since we can’t just generalize people. Generalizing art is the same.

Rafael: Ohhh, I see. Ah, look at the time I was too immersed that I didn’t even notice it. Sorry Guile I need to go on ahead. I still have a paper due this midnight. Thanks for your time!

Guile: Maliit na bagay anytime. Just ask if you have any other questions.

Rafael: Thanks man, bye!

Guile: Goodbye!

-0-0-0-0-

“Well…” the person muttered. “That was interesting.”

They looked at the other files.

“I wonder what else this little guy picked up?”

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

thank you for the tag :DD always feel special to be asked after

Current time: 4:00 PM, Aotearoa

Current Mood: Trying to ignore The Horrors (stuff I should be doing)

Current activity: Procrastinating because it's the fucking holidays and I'm stuck with a deadline for a resume anyway

Currently thinking about: How to avoid fucking up the chocolate chip cookies I'll be making with my young niblings later

Current favorite song: "Covet" by Basement. Been my LSS all morning!

Currently reading: "Coraline" Audiobook by Neil Gaiman. It really is a different experience listening rather than reading per se. Neil sounds nice.

Currently watching: Nothing currently but absolutely LIVING for The Sandman S2 leaks!!!!

Current Favorite Character: Been thinking about Meryl and Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede) and the fic I want to write for them post-July where she's considering quitting journalism and he's changing his new siblings' diapers to cope 😭😭

Current WIPs: My graphic novel about a psychic and the ghost who hires them to check out her murder, and VashWood quasi-porn (don't ask) bday gift for my baby cousin. Also of course Chap 7 of APAPAP!

how are yall @thatbitchdesire @violight-ghost @umuulan-na + moots who spot this?

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Thanks for tagging me!!

Current time: 7:30 PM over here in the States

Current Mood: pretty good, keeping hydrated 👍

Current activity: Doodling while listening to an audiobook at work cuz i got all my jobs done and its the last hour (i could reorganize the books in the back corner but they'll honestly just get undone again by tomorrow so...)

Currently thinking about: How the book i'm listening too really fumbles the ending in the love interest area

Current favorite song: impossible to decide, though I did just discover "The Man" by The Killers and it's giving me Corinthian fresh out of the Dreaming and ready to eat the world alive vibes 😅😅😅

Currently reading: "Spindle's End" by Robin Mckinley which is really lovley (until the really really adhocked hetero ending cuz woops we wrote a Sapphic Sleeping Beauty and can't have that in 2000, but throw in insta love and a yes /actually/.problematic age gap pairing :p ---may be artwork to fix this later )

Currently watching: nothing really, whatever random Youtube Essay catches my fancy. Today I watched one about the continuous fued between Barbie and Jem and the Holograms

Current Favorite Character: Dream and Hob and baby Daniel are my barbies and I will keep playing with them till something else catches my ADHD brain xD

Current WIPs: I /am/ working on Enchanted AU its just slow but now I really gotta do it before season 2 comes out xD Also working (finished really) another book cover redesign which I'll post when I get home cuz my tablet wont link to the internet here. But its another fairytale retelling I really enjoy by Jessica Day George so yeah!

I tag @andtheirlovewasrenewed @gayfergus @endless-bees @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @hiraya-sa-dilim @themirokai @glassballdinosaurs and whoever else would like too!

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A research proposal describes what you aim to investigate, why it is important, and how you propose to carry out your study. The structure of a research proposal varies depending on the subject. Most proposals, however, will include at least the following elements:

Title page

Introduction

Literature review

Research design

Reference list

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[shuuos]

so. i have discovered that tapping ur feet on the ground and saying pap over and over again is very very satisfying

[rekach]

PFFFF APAPAP SORRY (wip)

[drawsahaly]

Sammy: "I wanna date someone so bad..."

Brooklynn: "but you have Yaz don't you?"

Yaz: "Apapap shut up Brooklynn. Yeah you have me."

Sammy: "Someone that hangs out with me.."

Yaz: "That's me."

Sammy: "Someone that cherishes me.."

Yaz: "Still me."

Sammy: "Someone who would even risk their life for me!"

Yaz: "..."

Yaz: "I RAN LOOKING FOR AN ANTIDOTE WHILE THERE WAS A LITERAL MAN EATING DINOSAUR FOR YOU."

[allthebooksandcrannies]

When I Was a Young Boy (A Bruce Wayne Fic)

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Chapter 1:  “ In My Heart (I Can’t Contain It)”

If you were to ask the average Gothamite what Bruce Wayne was like as a baby, they would tell you that Gotham’s “white knight” was probably a very happy, very sociable kid. After all, someone who was that friendly and philanthropic while living in Gotham of all places, must come by it naturally.

If you asked any member of the Justice League who was trusted enough to know the Batman’s identity (and, therefore, was likely among the man’s closest friends) what Bruce Wayne was like as a baby, they would insist that he had to have been one of those quiet, calm children that always strike an embarrassing amount of envy in the parents of especially colicky newborns.

Alfred Pennyworth, if pressed for a response, would reluctantly tell you that both parties were completely correct on all accounts.  

-0

[ApApAp]

-0

“What do you think, Alfred? Thomas insists he looks just like him, but that is a Kane nose right there if I’ve ever seen one” Martha asked as she helped adjust said babe in Alfred’s arms so that his head was better supported.  

Alfred considered the newborn. He had never actually held an infant before, and it felt incredibly wrong for hands that had caused so much damage back in his army days to be cradling such a fragile being.

Alfred had long known that parenthood was not in the cards for him, but he was suddenly so, so grateful that it was for his friends. If there were any two people on this planet who would make truly good parents, it was these two, of that Alfred was sure.  These people who had taken one look at the damaged soldier called to them at the request of a dying man and decided that they would be the family this man so obviously needed, no matter how much he protested along the way.

Surely if anyone would be a good father it was this man, this man who sat up till three am in front of the fire with an employee he hadn’t even known a month, just rambling about the latest medical journal article he had read to let his companion ignore just how much he really did not want to sleep.

Surely if anyone would make a good mother it was this woman, this woman who insisted that Alfred sit down to tea with her in the garden every morning, asking his advice on her plans for each of her charity project because she wanted him to know that he and his opinion were valuable to her at a time when he wondered whether his life meant anything at all.

Yes, Thomas and Martha were capable of loving a child far better than someone of Alfred’s background. But, Alfred thought as baby Bruce’s face scrunched into startled confusion after he gagged himself on his own tiny fist, this is Gotham, and it never hurts to have extra protection in Gotham. If Alfred’s army years were going to be good for anything, it would be for protecting those around him.  Yes, in that moment, staring into a pair of blue eyes that seemed to peer into Alfred’s very soul, Alfred promised himself that he would protect this child with his life. Whatever it took.

But he had been asked a question, hadn’t he.

“If I had to wager a guess, madam, I would say he looks more like the entry hall portrait of Master Thomas’s great-great-uncle than anything.”

He could see the moment Martha recalled the portrait he was referencing, a portrait that had been painted when its subject was about ninety years old. Her eyes narrowed to a dangerous squint.

“Alfred, are you saying my baby looks like an old man” she asked in a dangerous tone.

Alfred looked up at her and was just beginning to wonder if he had somehow crossed a line he didn’t know existed when a mischievous smile broke through Martha’s attempt at maintaining a faux-stern expression. Alfred couldn’t help but match it with one of his own.

 -0

[TwTwTw]

-0

If someone had come to Thomas on the day of his wedding and told him that that was not the happiest day of his life, he would have argued with them.  That changed the day his son was born.  

He had devolved into downright panic when Martha’s water broke and had been subjected to both Alfred’s sarcastic quips and Martha’s cheerful giggles the whole way to the hospital.  He supposed it was ironic that the trauma surgeon who regularly faced the worst Gothamites could inflict on one another was left hysterical by something as natural as childbirth, but it was different. The operating room was his domain. He had control of what happened there for better or ill, but there was no personal stake their outside of its reflection on him professionally.

Here, however, he had no control. He was no obstetrician, and he was well aware of how many things could go wrong in childbirth. Thomas struggled to relinquish control at the best of times (something that made Leslie despair every time she was unfortunate enough to find him as a patient) and with two lives he valued even more than his own hanging in the balance… well, let’s just say that he was grateful for the easy familiarity of Martha and Alfred’s teasing keeping him grounded to the moment.

Now, six months later, the memory of that day feels more like a dream.  It feels strange to think there was ever a time when his world didn’t revolve around this wonderful child who was an amalgamation of Thomas and Martha and something that was entirely Bruce.  Now, he could think of nothing better to do on a Saturday morning than to spend time with his infant son.

“Where to now, chum?” he asked as Bruce looked up from the leaf he had been examining. The infant lifted his hand to point insistently at another tree a little further down the walking trail through the manor’s grounds. Thomas followed the chubby little finger until Bruce stopped pointing in favor of touching this new tree’s leaves and bark, exactly as he had been for the last hour and a half. But that was fine. Thomas would take his son to every single tree in Gotham if he wanted him to, especially if it meant he got to keep watching the sheer wonder all over his little face. Thomas knew babies grew too fast, so he intended to enjoy every second of it.

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[MwMwMw]

-0

 Martha smiled down at Bruce from her seat on the sitting room loveseat as he pulled himself into a standing position and grabbed onto his mother’s legs.

“C’mere, little one” she crooned, pulling him up into her lap. “Can you say ‘mama’ for me? ‘Mah-mah.’”  

Their efforts to get Bruce to say anything had picked up a new urgency after his first birthday had come and gone several months ago with Bruce still not having said his first words.  

Bruce did not say ‘mama,’ but he did match Martha’s smile and throw his head into her chest as though asking for a hug, so she considered that enough of a win.

“Does someone want a hug from his Mama?” Bruce squealed in response. “Oh, is that how it is, mister?” Martha grinned. Words weren’t the only way to make sure her baby knew he was loved. “Well, if you don’t want a hug from Mama, then I guess you’ll get a visit from the tickle monster!” And with that she started a furious tickling campaign that left her baby boy laughing louder and longer than she’d ever heard before, and Martha was laughing right along with him.

As the moment faded away, Martha tightened her grip almost imperceptibly, and Bruce snuggled deeper into her neck in response.

“Well, aren’t the two of you a pair,” Alfred said from behind her.

“Alfie!” Martha exclaimed. “How long have you been standing there?”

Alfred pushed the tea cart he had brought over to the side table beside the couch and started pouring Martha a cup of green tea.  “Long enough, ma’am.  Shall I take the young master while you have your tea?”

“That would be lovely, my friend,” she said, reaching to pass her child over. “As long,” she continued, “as you don’t take him too far.”  Martha picked up her cup and saucer as Alfred settled down in the armchair across from her, Bruce cradled in his lap and quickly falling into a contented sleep.

And they just sat there, in silence, watching as Bruce’s little breaths gradually deepened and evened out. Eventually, Martha rested the empty cup and its saucer on her lap. Loathe to break the true serenity of the quiet moment, she spoke just above a whisper. “We’ve got a good one here, Alfie. I can tell we’re going to be so proud of the man he becomes.”

Alfred didn’t respond right away, pausing to brush a tuft of fine black hair out of the child’s face. “I would accuse you of being a bit biased, but something tells me you’re completely correct in this case. I have complete faith that this child will do great things, no matter how clichéd that sounds.”

[scorpiotrait]

Saffron: i appreciate the hype but it kinda maxes out at 100%

Vic: extra credit?

Saffron: mm, not a thing

Vic: dang. well, 100% then. i know you've got it in you. break a leg, Future Space Cadet!! we'll have celebratory veggie burritos for dinner

Saffron: but i don't know if i pa--

Vic: APAPAP veggie burritos regardless. now, to the bus with you!!

[archerdork]

anyone else experience vague distress when you watch movies and especially reality shows recorded pre-covid and people shake hands or, worse, hug and you wanna go “APAPAP no no, no touching 6 feet apart” before realising that once upon a time you could do those things without hesitation and that time was only a year ago

[unorthodoxica]

Inko looked at the Caller ID, a little apprehensive. Her phone rang and it was dreadful somehow? Dreadful like something was about to happen that wasn't bad per se, but...

The phone rang again.

Unpleasant.

However, it would be bad manners to--well... And it wasn't like she hated him Izuku was just having a hard time right now and--

Oh fuck it, she accepted, and the call came through as she put it an inch away from her ear.

As expected, a rowdy boisterous voice came through. It had a bit of annoying quality to it--and strange, like he was out of breath--and he spoke in fluent Japanese.

"HELLO INKO-DEARIE!"

Oh shit.

He was just as loud as she remembered.

"How are you oh sweet daughter of mine!"

This was fine. Okay.

"I'm okay..." She sighed. "D-dad-pool."

"Aww! You remembered! It's okay Inko-chan, you don't have to call me that if you don't want. What time is there again? 5? 8? Nin--OW MY SPLEEN!"

She just held the phone a little bit away. Her father was always like this. Not that he was bad at it. He was good. Really good when mom and dad needed to do something important

But the boundless energy he had was a lot. Even for her. Well, as a kid it was better, but right now with Izuku--oh no he was crying...

She ignored the clanging and swearing from her cell and peaked into her room with Izuku sat in front of a monitor, a deep and heroic laugh emanating from the speakers. Oh no, her poor baby...

Her father called out to her and she pressed the phone quickly to her ear, she needed to comfort her son.

"Look father, I need to go, Izuku was diagnosed Quirkless and he--he's crying again I need to--"

She cut herself off because on the other end of the line, there was silence.

Her father was never silent unless something was serious.

Or he had his mouth sown shut again.

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

That phrase usually brought her some anxiety but with that serious tone in his voice... Well it was just comforting. She felt safe for a moment.

The line cut and her son weeped as she rushed to embrace him. And her little boy asked if he could become a hero.

She was so close to saying no. So close to just giving in to the instinct to keep her son as safe as possible.

In another life, maybe--without her father to bolster that stubbornness she had in the rare moments hewas there for her.

So with a smile she said yes. She proclaimed to the world that her son was going to be the greatest damn hero in the world and no one was gonna stop him.

Φ

She should have honestly expected the Blackbird next to her apartment complex. She should have.

Her father was as... Extravagant and foolhardy as he was violent. And he was heaps violent. Literally! Heaps of bodies!

She would have scolded him but when Izuku's eyes widened in absolute worship she felt a little better.

Deadpool walked out, his red and black leather snug to fit and she could tell he was smiling. Then Wolverine walked out and she heard Izuku gasp.

The two approached, and Izuku timidly clutched at her skirt. He cluthed it tight and she could feel him vibrate in place.

The two heroes seemed to be squabbling as usual.

Something about the X-Force again probably. She didn't care about her father's obsession with it.

Then in a flash, Deadpool was kneeling in front of her son who had slipped from behind her to stare. An awed look on his face as her father pulled up his mask to greet the little boy.

"Say hello to Grampsy Wade, Kid! I'm here to teach you all about being a badass!"

"Father! No swearing!"

Silence. Then Wolverine stared at Deadpool in utter utter disbelief, the merc still smiling at Izuku with a devil-may-care grin.

Her baby fainted.

"So? Who'd you bang to get someone as pretty as her as your daughter?"

"Well if you muuust know Logan--"

"Apapap!" She held a finger and scowled. "Inside now!"

Mad cackling madness ensues.

Uncle Logan?

Grampsy Wade?

I wanna continue this maybe. Someday lol.

OP's idea is absoutely inspired.

Okay, hear me out.

Wade Wilson aka Deadpool aka the Merc with the Mouth … as INKO’S bio!dad.

Just imagine. Deadpool. As Izuku’s grandfather. Can we just imagine that for a moment?

[javieerpls]

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The American Psychological Association produced its first version of the Publication Manual for the American Psychological Association, which included its writing style and structure for academic papers. 

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Listos y preparados para este 2019, apapap!!!