#besides the 4 hour merch line we were in

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Everyone thank my girlfriend for acquiring these seats because she did so wellllll I cried the entire time (there were also the two SWEETEST older ladies in front of us dancing and recording and having so much fun. I want to be their friend tbh)

[submariini]

Thee Antwerp Gig Overview (by #5)

me and @jeevm arrived around 7:50am at the gig, numbers 4 and 5 bc belgians simply are not a queuing people. not much happened beside chaotic uno and trix doing a short interview with us seven? i think at that point i forget

the bus arrived a little before ten am, and we were allowed to sit inside at that point so we just all went outside again and just stood there for a whole ass three hours being clowns.

jaakko, jukka and jesse walked by a few times entirely undisturbed bc belgians also do not talk ever. (and dutch ppl ig). respectful times.

eventually, at around one, Häärijä got off the bus (mostly as a distraction for K going the other way). This man came by like proper we thought he was gonna just walk by, but he waved and then decided to ignore everyone and beeline straight into my direction for a hug? hello? unsure how he still knows what i look like (was not in the yellow tshirt yet bc cold and he hasnt seen me since simerock).

K and Jesse came by as well -- please note at this point there were like goddamn 40 people there. Nothing like the Munich papal visit scenes at any point.

K just the nicest. Didn't remember me from simerock (fair, it was a factory of photographs) and was like wtf rollo (as per ushe), complimented my boots bc he likes them (they are r+ but usually kids sizes) and i got to be "mean" abt the r+ ticket sale and the bus making it stressful. When he asked it I wanted him to sign anything, I didn't have anything and he just offered to sign my boots? Man did not expect the clown to clown communication that was happening bc he seemed very oh god for real when I agreed.

Someone gave him a necklace and instantly wanted to put it on. The person who gave it couldn't fasten it bc nails/shaking hands so I offered to try and then idk how it got fastened bc christ I shook as well. Not helpful: Mikke both filming that and the boot signing up close 😭

Told Jesse he told me at simerock that I should just join the tour bus and he went "yeah that sounds like something I would say." then scolded me for not having been in Berlin for that 😭

H wandered back and forth a bit, had another weird football chat (rip hazards career) where I was sitting on a little wall, back to the bus still at that point, and he just leaned into me turning around and just held my shoulders the entire time? When I got sweaty and took my hoodie off later he also suddenly grabbed my tshirt when it was riding up I am Feeling Fine.

Was wearing the yellow tshirt w the cross stitch and he made me turn to show Jesse??? And Jesse did the nicest "wait can I touch this?" bc I guess he thought it would be fragile???

People formed a nice selfie line and K just said he's santa claus 🎅

H vanished, then came back out of the bus, and we had a weird mime moment bc I wasnt sure if he was motioning at me to get to him away from the rest. He was and I got fucking free merch??? Like free, not yet available merch. Genuinely what the FUCK. Im making an extra post abt this most likely bc I cannot explain what the hell happened in that moment and the things around it.

When Mikke did the interview w the first queuer, H just stood behind the glass door into the venue and started miming at us. Like not even properly in character? Help.

Gig

Jesus Belgian audiences proving once again we just Are like that. Refusing to goddamn shut up. Every time. Man disallowed to banter by loud belgian screaming. He seemed so touched though jesus christ time to cry

Got roasted for basically slut dropping and shooting my Häärijä sign up in the air before Mic Mac. "yes that mean fucking häärijä" local man fed up w my antics.

Got roasted AGAIN straight after Mic Mac because I was the person he pointed at during the "this is your home now" bit. (promptly decided diving behind the barrier and Face In Hands was the best reply)

Mild bit before the 2nd Cha Cha Cha as I was the front row person he called out for not sitting down. Just yelled that I got bad knees and I'm not sure anyone caught his reply properly 😂

Overall 10/10 excellent gig what the HELL. The belly flop on the balloon, the whole banter before paidaton bc so much of the queue ppl I was with took their shirt off, the way we refused to kept chanting, him trying to eat the bubbles, him talking about Hs dick and the whole balls convo??

Post Gig

Had to pick up merch for a few people, so went with the hope of a third Häärijä hug. He eventually got a bit held up outside of merch by people (lit at the door into the merch room) and I got to just "Sorry it's me again" but he just instantly hug. We talked a little about the gig (did I like it, how I was doing) and like K feeling much better/doing better ft. some dumb crap.

Merch was in fact gotten after I just LOST my friends bc of H.

CANNOT wait for London. and Glasgow but thats with normal people. Like met so many fun people in the queue who are going to be at London jesus christ. Party time.

[demenior]

For the character questions, Cassie NoCanonLastName Animorphs?

1. Sexuality

Baby bi bi bi

2. Otp

The tragedy of Jake/Cassie cannot be beat. The unbearable first-crush secondhand mortification of their early days. The twists and trials they go to until they are standing on opposite sides of the canyon that once was the life they could have had.

I also love Cassie/Rachel with all my heart. I wish they'd had longer :(

Also ngl I do always love the idea of Cassie and Marco having a fling post-war. This isn't exactly an otp but the idea of them becoming best friends that only ever get like a few minutes alone together every few months for a few years, and yet they get each other. It's just. It's very good.

Cassie and Aftran should have been girlfriends for a while. One is a whale, the other can be a whale for 2 hours. It's perfect.

3. Brotp

Rachel and Cassie no ifs ands or butts. I do like Cassie and Aldrea together as a force.

Cassie and Aftran too.

4. Notp

...don't really have any tbh. I could be interested in just about any dynamic.

5. First headcanon that pops into my head

She doesn't morph for years after the war. It's not until she's asked by another estreen to morph together for beauty rather than for a mission/violence does Cassie remember the joys of morphing.

6. Favorite line from this character

NICE IS NEAT. I see NIN merch anywhere in the world and mentally I am chortling "hehehe. Nice is Neat. Hehehe."

7. One way in which I relate to this character

How she clung tooth and fucking nail to her morals. How she saw the easy ways out "they're bad so we are justified in anything we do to them" and continued to hold the line to what she would allow, no matter how much opposition was thrown her way.

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment for this character

NICE IS NEAT. Also every goddamn interraction between her and Jake in the early books. They sat beside each other on the bus and didn't say a SINGLE word and they're both buzzing about the "close contact". Oh my god. So embarrassing.

Also she wears poopy boots to school. Cassie.... babygirl.... you can have nice shoes to wear to school, and your work boots for home.

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fav?

All the Animorphs kids are my cinnamon rolls, obvi. I should also add that when these books were originally coming out I wanted to be Cassie so badly it hurt. I adore her. She's everything.

So I think I'd call Cassie a problematic fav primarily bc she single-handedly made the gamble that could have lost the war based on her personal morals (not letting Jake murder his brother). And while I respect the hell out of her for it, and things technically worked out in the end, it could have been the moment they lost everything.

[alisheaburgess]

The Death of 'Me': A Travel Memoir Part 5 of "yes"

April 7, 2022 (So much happened...for me anyway...) (Full Journey Map)

This was by far the most influential day of my life. This rewrote everything I knew about myself and what I wanted.

To be clear, before this day…I thought I was an introvert. I am in fact not. LOL

I was also convinced that I didn’t even like people that much. I know now that this is ridiculous. People are one of me favorite things! I love connecting with people, maybe even more so if I don’t know them…(don’t ask me why, I don’t know)

I am super awkward though. Being around people has always been a bit weird for me. I am homeschooled (another topic, for a later date) as well as neurospicy, heavy on the spice. So I’m never super sure about what I’m getting into when joining groups or gatherings for the first time.

Since 2020 though I have been getting closer to who I think I am at my core. I woke up on this day hella determined to have fun! (and get a hoodie…) This day was special because it is the day before the first concert (they had 4 in total over 2 weekends). It was also the day that the merch stand opened up. I had only one object for this whole week besides seeing the concert. It was to get a hoodie!

I have been to a lot of concerts in my early childhood but never by myself (check out the other parts to see that I’ve never done anything by myself lol). They were all Christian bands or festivals so it was a bit different in feeling.

This was also the first time I had to get a ride to something that wasn’t the hotel or airport. I was a bit nervous, but also SO ready!

I have always been a lover of clothes and shoes and things (Libra Rising and 2nd house stelium :). I make myself so frustrated every time by picking something horribly uncomfy, or something that does not look good from more than one angle. I really took my time with this one. Very adult LOL. I just wore shorts and a tank top with tennis shoes XD but I did tie up the tank into a crop for the first time in my life. I’ve done it around the house but never to be worn out. Huge move for me.

I do have a photo of this outfit but it’s not really a shareable one because I wasn’t expecting myself to make travel posts… oops now I know for future. I like to talk about everything apparently.

The hotel had an underground-ish parking lot for ride share pickup. I thought that was really cool. There always quite a bit of traffic in there too. I of course followed all the precautions the app I was using told me to. My driver was super nice!

When we got to the drop off there was staff there to tell us where to go (thank goodnes! XD). I still misunderstood what they said and almost went the wrong way. Luckily it was just a giant parking lot that we were in so they just hollard at me to go the other way. Oops… lol

As I was walking towards the stadium, I re-asked the universe to bring me to someone where I could talk and connect. Within seconds of crossing the road to the side of the building I saw a couple of people talking to more staff. Something I was also about to do because it was hard to tell exactly where the merch stands would be based on the website.

As I was walking up they were starting to head that way and spoke out to me first. They invited me to go with them for the line. The stands were on the other side of the stadium so we had to walk around it to get there. We were just chatting away the whole time. It was a mother and daughter duo. They were so kind and fun!

The line filled up pretty quickly behind us. As we were slowly moving up and chatting the mom and daughter duo behind us joined in as well. I can not remember what we were talking about per se, but we were talking for the majority of the 3 hours that we were in line. It was so much fun and one of my fondest memories from the trip.

But as I said this was 3 hours of standing in the Vegas sun. Luckily it was April and not super duper hot and I remembered to wear sunscreen. I did have to shield my face that I had already irritated though. My arms were both very tired by the end of this. The line wound around like a very tight ‘S’ with the sun just off center. So… we were basically roasting on a spit as we went around. My arms did very much appreciate when the sun was to our backs though. I’m fairly certain they would’ve fallen off if they hadn’t had the break!

I didn’t bring a water because I was super smart and realized they probably wouldn’t have a bathroom… Not so smart when you consider that I had already been dehydrated and going to stand in the sun for who knows how long… Luckily they had little water barrel thingy majiggies. That was cool. They also had a giant fan and a mist that never made it past whoever was standing in front of it. It was really odd to watch everyone get worried about their hair all of a sudden when they were stuck in front of it. It did feel nice though! Again, it wasn’t too hot but the sun was a lot.

The end of the line was so near we were on the last corner. The duo I met at beginning had been hoping for awhile now that we would make it to the stand in time. They had a reservation at the cafe that was set up for ARMY. They had to leave 20-30 before we got to the stands at most. The other duo offered to help them out with getting what they were going for.

This is something I love about ARMY. Everyone is so kind and sweet! There was a couple of people passing stuff out in line as well. All so generous with the time, energy, and resources.

By the time we get to the stands I am thoroughly burnt. Lookin’ like a ripe tomato for sure! At the stands I got my hoodie that I had been super set on. And not a moment too soon! There was only two more after mine. Fortunately for the girl behind the counter, when she told me that the ladies behind me made her go get the other two for them. The look she had said that she knew she shouldn’t have said anything, the poor thing. She did get them for them after a moment though. She was just trying to make conversation! She had so many people come through and still so many more to come.

I haven’t worked a merch stand before, but I have worked a concession stand for a big baseball team… it’s insanity.

But I got my HOOODIEEEEE!!!! Mwahahahahaha

When I started heading back towards the stadium and pickup area I was greeted by the duo who had waited after they got their items from the stands. I got invited to go to lunch with them!!! They were so sweet!

We stood there and waited until this came back around 😅😂 it took awhile.

We worked out that we really didn’t know where we should go. We had to be careful about my gluten issue, they were super chill about it too. We knew that just across the bridge was a bunch of restaurants so we headed across.

I believe it’s called Mandalay Bay…or it was in that area. It was yet again a giant hotel, cassino with an actual mall type place in it! We walked around for a bit looking to see what was in there. We found the cafe that was part of the festivities. But it was fairly full. So we went to another place. I cannot remember the name of it now. But it was a sports pub type place with wagyu burgers! Spoiler, they were yummy!!!

I don’t have any pictures of this because, a. I was starving and b. I’m not used to eating around other people much less WITH other people! This was such a great experience.

When we got to the restaurant we went to the restroom and I got to see just how red I was. The funniest part though wasn’t that I was burnt. It was that the sunscreen did in fact work…in the places that I put it on well. Apparently, I really suck at putting on sunscreen (I didn’t know that was possible). I had (and still sort of have the remnants of) a curvy and splotchy tomato red line running down my arm. It was the funniest thing that happened to me the entire trip I think.

Hehehe

Anyway, back to the fact that we were starving. I got a burger and a salad, which was divine! I don’t normally like salads (have never until this point!). I’m so glad we went there. I believe it was some sort of balsamic vinaigrette (neither of which I just spelled without help lol). It was so good and I now like salads. That might not sound like a big deal but I always wanted to like salads and just couldn’t stomach the idea of them… And now I can! I owe it all to this trip, the instances that took place and that lovely little burger place! :)

After we ate we made plans to meet up for the Fountain event that was happening that night. It was one of the things scheduled for ARMY and I really wanted to see it! And it was FREE!!! =)

It wouldn’t be for a few hours though so we parted ways for now. I went back to my hotel. I was gonna walk but it was far enough away and it had been a long day. I ended up taking a ride back. I had planned for it anyway, but the idea of being able to walk back through the city was fun.

The first thing on my list when I got back was to figure out how to make the red gift from the sun STOP BURNING!!!! It hurt so bad lol. I have had sunburn before, plenty of times. But it has been awhile so I was done with it pretty quick.

So I put on my hoodie (without washing it like you are supposed to) to go out and get some boo boo repair! Luckily for me, there was an entire mall right at my finger tips. And it’s set up for tourists right, so they already knew we would need sunburn stuff! XD I appreciate it!

I got myself fixed up and smelling like I don’t know what I’m doin’! That what aloe vera smells like to me hehe like sunburn repair XD

The best part about my sunburn though is that it was just my arms and a bit on my stomach. (yay for wearing a crop top hehehe I actually smiled every time I saw the burn on my stomach because it reminded me that I finally wore what I wanted!) My legs, even though they were the most exposed, were untouched! My face was mostly untouched because I was doing my best to keep it covered. So my arms were BRIGHT red…all alone LOL

The jacket was heavy, almost too heavy to wear over the burn because it hurt…but I wasn’t taking it off. I also needed to make sure that I covered the burns to go out to the fountain! But mostly I just wanted to wear my jacket!

I am a planner, so I checked how far away the fountain was from me and if I could get there on foot. I was staying at the Linq so it wasn’t far. The coolest part of the strip is the bridges to cross the road. Such a cool idea! There is so much to see there and it’s great that you don’t have to worry about crossing that road.

I about 30 mins early because…anxiety XD When I left the Linq I planned to go through one of the other hotels right by me. I got lost!!! Hehehe I just asked someone who was working at a desk how to get to the road for the fountain. They were super sweet and pointed me in the right direction. It was just one straight hallway to get back to the road but I was headed in the wrong way before.

Then it was just a matter of taking the beautiful bridge across to the fountain. The way down from the bridge on the fountain side was inside a really luxe feeling building. It was a part of the hotel that owns the fountain…I think. I could be wrong about that though. It was so pretty though!

We did get to meet up at the fountain. I got there so early that I got to see 2-3 other songs I believe. They were all really cool. The one for BTS didn’t show until a bit later than we thought it would but that all good. It was such a fun experience! I have a video that should be linked in this post =)

Just behind us was a little (not little to me, but in caparison to the real tower) was an Eiffel Tower that would turn purple for BTS and ARMY!! It was so cool to see the whole city turning purple.

Looking back, this day showed me that I don’t have to change to be happy. I’m already the person that I want to be. I just need to put myself in a place where I am safe to be so.

Sorry about the shaky camera XD this was originally just for my own memory!

This was such a beautiful day! I for the very first time got to actually go out into the world and explore while feeling safe.

Thank you BTS and Hybe for setting up such a fun environment for ARMY!!! The feeling of community I got from this trip can never be replaced 💜💜💜

Once again... I try not to edit these too much. It's just a journal of my thoughts about my trip. Please have mercy! 😅😂

[bullyhunter--69]

You're all I have, Bird Brain

Pairing: Big Brother Hawks x Little Sister Reader

Summary: You have to sit back and watch your brother fight for his life on TV, hoping everything turns out okay

T/W: descriptions of a fight and crying

A/N: I got this idea while doing my makeup and rushed to write it because I loved it so much-- I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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A frantic knock on your dorm door took your attention away from the anime you were watching on Netflix, causing you to quickly get up and swing it open. Before you could greet whoever happened to be interrupting your binge watching, something wrapped around you with a worried whimper. Dark Shadow..?

"(Y/N), you need to come quick to the common room, Hawks is in a bad fight-" It was Tokoyami, and his voice matched the whimpers coming from Dark Shadow. They were the only ones out of your whole class who knew the full truth about you, and that's only because Hawks had scouted the both of you to his hero agency for the internships class 1-A had done. You had sworn Tokoyami and Dark to secrecy easily, the trust built between you 3 was something anyone could see.

Everyone could see why the now number 2 hero chose Tokoyami, but many were confused why you were scouted as well. The explanation you gave was, "Maybe he just likes my quirk? That's all I can think of." In all reality, you knew exactly why.

He was your big brother and loved you to death, and you were super ecstatic to work under him.

Your love for him wasn't unknown, your friends just thought he was your favorite hero. You had so much merch of him that Izuku's All Might collection was almost surpassed, and you were always seen in a Hawks hoodie.

The aforementioned Hawks hoodie is exactly what you had on now as you basically threw yourself down the stairs and onto the common room couch, right beside Kirishima and basically on top of Bakugo. The blonde was about to yell at you until he saw the tears already streaming down your face. The scene playing out on the TV in front of you was terrifying.

This absolutely gigantic Nomu was tearing into Endeavor and Hawks, regenerating after every blow the number 1 and 2 pro heros landed on it. It was talking-- strategizing against them. This was unlike any Nomu any hero had fought yet and your brother was one of the only 2 heros on scene.

Hawks had already lost a majority of his feathers from saving citizens and aiding the flaming hero at his side, and it was obvious that Endeavor was reaching the end of his fire power too.

Your entire body shook as your hands clasped themselves tightly around the red feather necklace you wore every day. It was one of Hawk's actual feathers- something Keigo gifted you once you got accepted into UA to show how proud he was of you. He could still control this one, but he never did since he viewed it as yours now.

Everyones eyes shot to you as a struggled gasp left your lips and you moved to sit on your knees in front of the couch. Hawks got hit, hard. He fell onto the top of the nearest building, next to no feathers left on his back. He was barely moving and his glasses were busted in half, his coat ripped up and forehead bleeding.

"K-keigo.."

Your eyes were huge, still streaming tears down your face. The fight your brother was putting up for his life had your attention fully captured, so when a hand was placed on your shoulder you flinched and finally let a sob out. You hadn't heard Aizawa enter the building, coming to check on you and Todoroki.

"(Y/N), it's gonna be okay." Aizawa pulled you into a tight hug as you continued to sob, fingertips numb from grasping at the feather so tightly. Finally, when you turned your blood-shot eyes back to the TV, Endeavor gave a final hit to the Nomu. He blasted it to pieces and was finally coming back down from the sky.

You were tense and silent until you saw both heros were being guided towards separate ambulances, your breath heavy as the cameras cut to just Hawks. He was talking to a paramedic and a police officer, beaten and bloody but alive.

When the officer was done with his questions, Hawks was seen pulling his phone out and calling someone. The news reported commented out of curiosity that it could be a lover, and everyone in the room around you besides Aizawa and Tokoyami assumed it was to contact his agency-- but you knew exactly who it was.

Your phone started to ring as soon as the pro heros phone touched his ear and you jumped for it at lighting speed. At this point, everyone was beyond confused.

Mineta made a joke about you having an affair with the hero, which was quickly cut short by a punch from both Kirishima and Bakugo. After the purple perv was silenced, nobody dared to say a word as all eyes fell on you.

With shakey hands you hit the green accept button and held the phone to your ear, small sniffles still escaping you. "K-Keigo, please tell me you're okay.."

Nobody could hear the voice on the other side of the phone but when you finally took a deep breath and used your sleeve to wipe your tears away, they assumed everything was okay. You continued your conversation for a minute before a loud laugh was heard from the other person on the phone, and this seemed to set you off.

"Keigo Takami, you know what I've ALWAYS said about using up all of your feathers in battle! It's not funny!"

This confirmed for your classmates who was on the other line, but not why you were the person that the number 2 hero had chosen to call.

"Just tell me what hospital they're taking you to, Bird Brain, and if it's the same one they're taking Endeavor to as well so I can let Shoto know. I'd rather beat your ass in person than over the phone for that ridiculous comment you just made-- Hey, shut up, I'm tired of always hearing about how great of a job Endeavor did when you almost got yourself killed!"

You had stood up at this point and were getting your shoes on, moving to the kitchen after your laces were tied.

"Just.." A groan left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Please, be careful next time, Kei. I dont know what I'd do if something really bad happened to you. You're all I have, Bird Brain."

You collected up some snacks and drinks in a bag from the common room fridge, as well as some cookies Sato had made earlier that day for everyone to take to him. You knew Keigo hated hospital food.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, dont to anything stupid before I get there. You'll have more than just some missing feathers to worry about if you do. I'll see you when I get there. I love you Kei, bye."

At this point, all eyes were glued to you as you now stood in front of Aizawa and the entirety of your class. Your eyes landed on Shoto, though. "Sho, your dad is at the same hospital Hawks is at and I'm heading over now. Would you like to join me?"

Todoroki was stunned, to say the least. His, as well as everyone else's, minds were running a million miles an hour trying to figure out what had just happened on the phone between you and Hawks.

"He's in room 203, and as far as Keigo knows, He's not in horrible condition. Just really worn out with some wounds that wont take very long to heal. It more so took his energy than anything."

Your attention turned back to Aizawa and before you could even ask, he was already nodding and had placed his hand on your shoulder. "You can go see him, just be safe. We dont know if there's more of those Nomu out there and you saw how big of a fight Endeavor and Hawks had to put up. Call us if anything happens."

You gave Aizawa a big hug and a thank you before practically sprinting out the door.

Aizawa turned to his class as they sat in shock, Todoroki being the first to speak up. "Why did-" He was cut off by his teacher, who had his arms crossed as he surveyed everyones faces.

"Put it all together. 1. (Y/N) got in by recommendation. 2. (Y/N)'s last name is Takami. 3. He scouted her without her having bird like powers similar to Tokoyami. 4. (Y/N) is also always talking about him. Its obvious, Hawks is her big brother. I thought you all knew already."

Tokoyami spoke up before anyone else could. "I knew, but she didn't want everyone else to know. She didn't want to be known as just his little sister. She wanted her own name out in the world."

This caused the class to quietly talk to eachother about how it all made sense, and questioning others about if they had known. Aizawa walked up to Todoroki and laid a hand on his shoulder like he had done to you prior. "You're welcome to go see your dad if you'd like. Like (Y/N) said, He's in room 203 in the nearest hospital."

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[bts-teaspoonff]

Fangirl pt. 1

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 3K

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | .... masterlist

“It’s finally here!” I shouted as I bolted from my room towards the front door to greet the delivery man carrying my package. Even without looking at the mirror, I could feel my smile going up to my ears and my heartbeat furiously echoing through my chest. The delivery man handed me a medium sized box and stared at me as I reach out for the box with a huge smile plastered on my face. I signed the delivery form, closed the door and ran back inside my unit.

I ran to the living room and placed the box on the floor. I turned to my left and hurriedly rummaged for my cutter inside the drawer beside the sofa. I also took my phone on top of the said drawer and placed it on my lap. I swiftly sat down on the floor in front of my package with the cutter ready in my hand when I remembered something. I unlocked my phone and proceeded to video call my brother who’s at work. My brother’s name and his photo appeared on the screen as I wait for him to answer the call.

“Hey Y/N…” His face popped up on my screen. I silently giggled at the angle of his front camera when he answered the call. Not really flattering despite him being good looking. He must have placed the phone on a table directly below his face. “You know I’m at work right? Why did you call? Emergency?” I could hear keyboard sounds in the background. He must be busy typing on the computer as he didn’t bat an eye on his phone while talking to me.

“Yeah I know. I just wanted to share some good news” My camera is facing towards me with just my eyes peeking through screen. I was worried that maybe he’s with some people at work that might see me when he answers the video call and I’m not decent looking right now. “My package has arrived!” I low-key squealed as I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button on the screen and directed the camera at the package. I could see my brother looking now at the phone. He placed his phone in front of him and leaned it on a stable surface for him to see me properly. He continued to type slowly on his keyboard as he steal glances on his phone screen.

“Don’t tell me…. You bought another merch?” He giggled as he looked at his phone screen and continued to type on his keyboard. He looked back at his computer screen after a second, with a smile on his face. I opened the package with my cutter on one hand and my phone on the other. Tearing through the tape, I can’t contain my excitement as i shrieked when my cutter got through the end of the tape. I released the cutter from my hand and pushed it aside.

“BTS Merch! Oh my god, I have been waiting for these for weeks. I got the latest album, more Tiny Tan figurines, and some concert goods from last tour.” I proceeded to open the box and showed my brother the contents. I felt accomplishment as I look at all the merchandise that has just arrived at home. My ARMY heart couldn’t contain the joy that I have right now. I shot my eyes back on the phone screen and saw my brother smiling as he looked at me through the phone screen.

“Hey, I’m happy you are happy but you know I work in Big Hit right? I work for them?” He stopped typing, took the phone back in his hands and brought the phone close to his face. “I could just easily buy these things for you with my employee discount.” And now his whole face is occupying my phone screen. 

“Jiyong, I know but where’s the fun in that? I want to buy these items using my own money. Well, an employee discount is nice but I don’t want to abuse your privilege as I buy too much of their merchandise.” I snorted at the fact that I really do buy too much of their merchandise. Besides, when I use his employee discount, the items are delivered directly to him as he works inside the Big Hit Building. With the amount of merchandise that I buy, I don’t want to embarrass him and label him as a big fanboy especially with him working so close to the boys.

“If you weren’t my twin sister, I would totally laugh at you. Not that I think you’re crazy but you’re…. loyal” He puts emphasis on the last word. He respects my deep profound respect for the 7 boys but he thinks that maybe I have gone too far with the purchases. He placed his phone back in front of him, leaning on a surface. “Oh before I forget, did you read my email?” I was taken aback with topic change but I’m used to it as he does this all the time. I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button once again for him to see my face. 

“No, I haven’t opened my email yet. I went home so late last night. My last client in the gym arrived late so we finished late as well. A bummer.” I scoffed as I remembered the fatigue that enveloped my body yesterday. I work as a gym trainer/physical therapist full time and a dance teacher/choreographer as my sideline. I work at my friend’s gym located in the heart of Seoul as a gym trainer. I currently handle 7 clients, some who I have worked with for a few years already. I also teach dance classes at a small dance studio just a few blocks from where I live. Mainly, I handle BTS dance classes because duh, I am a full-blooded ARMY. I really tried to make my passion as a source of income and it warms my heart to see people having fun when I teach them those dances.

“Check it. Anyways, I gotta go. I still have a lot to do. As you know, the company is busy since BTS will be releasing another album sometime this year.” My brother currently works as a Recording Engineer in Big Hit. He used to brag to me that he’ll spend hours with BTS and TXT. I was jealous of course but I am so proud he’s working for them. Whenever I listen to songs from Big Hit artists, I try to think that he has contributed to a lot of songs despite not knowing what exact songs he has worked on. Another reason why I listen and support them.

We both said our farewells and dropped the call. As I took out all the contents of the package unto the floor, I used my phone on the other hand. I opened my mail and saw few unread emails. Some of them were from my subscriptions on Netflix and Spotify, which I barely read. On top of the list was my brother’s mail. I saw the subject “READ THIS FANGIRL!” and I laughed. Here I thought he sent me something urgent or important that needs my utmost attention. Must be another event or merchandise that they’ve yet to announce to the public.

I opened the mail and my eyes were glued to the first line of the message body.

“Big Hit is hiring backup dancers. See the forwarded email below, sis. I think they’re meaning to assign whoever they’ll hire as part of BTS dance team.” Did I just receive this email? It came from my brother so it must be true. He won’t prank me like that. If I apply, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be hired right? That’s too bad if I won’t be hired but there’s nothing to lose if I try to apply.

I left my package scattered throughout my floor and ran towards my laptop lying on my bed. I sat down on the floor beside my bed and opened my laptop. I felt like a kid but here I am, rushing to find my resume to apply for a new job that might eventually change my life.

….

It’s been a week since I applied as a backup dancer for Big Hit. I sent in my resume and a few videos of me dancing to some of their artists’ songs. I’m lucky to have known a lot of BTS’ songs and choreographies by heart and I might have tried to study some of their label mates’ songs as well. I haven’t received a reply back from them and I’m worried that I may not receive any response ever.

Apparently, BTS is known for having only male backup dancers as far as I know so it’s news to me that they’re hiring female backup dancers now. It got me thinking that this might also attract fellow fangirls like me to apply but knowing Big Hit, they wouldn’t want anything scandalous to happen just because they hired female backup dancers. I’m not saying that female dancers lack professionalism but how the boys are the top rank boy group in the country, female fans would be green with jealousy if they see female dancers dancing with them. Some Armies are really protective when it comes to the boys so it’s really shocking to hear that the company is finally considering this.

The day that I got the mail from my brother, I spent half of my day planning what dances to shoot and submit. I chose BTS’ Idol and Singularity, TXT’s Crown and a freestyle dance to Beyonce’s Yonce. I wanted to showcase my range in dancing by carefully choosing a variety of songs. I admit that the reason I may have applied to this job is partly because I’m a fangirl but nonetheless, my passion for dancing is bigger. I have been dancing since I was a kid but I was not this confident at the start. It’s hard to convince me to perform in front of a bigger audience, let alone a stadium full of fans. I slowly got over my fear little by little when I started teaching dance classes at the dance studio. The fear is still there and you may wonder why I am applying for this job when I’m scared shit in performing for a large audience. BTS taught me to love myself and I am really trying my best to go out of my comfort zone. I figured that this may be my best chance in doing so. Also, I get the benefit of working alongside them which is a big plus.

I couldn’t really focus on my job for the whole week. I find myself regularly checking my mail in the hopes of getting a response from Big Hit. 5 days and there’s still no mail. Maybe my email just went to their spam folder or maybe I typed in the wrong mail. On the 7th day while I was pulling out my clothes in the dryer, I heard a ping from my phone from across the hall. I left my phone on my bed and the laundry room is right beside my room. I noticed that the ping was my assigned tone for mails. I hurriedly took out all my warm dry clothes and unto the basket, closed the door of the dryer and turned the lights off in the laundry room.

“New Mail. Subject: Dance Team Application” I saw the notification banner and my heart just jumped out of my chest. I felt my forehead sweating profusely, fingers shaking and my throat closing up as I try to open my phone and check my mail. I silently and swiftly read the contents of the mail. After two seconds, I shrieked at the top of my lungs and threw my phone across my bed. I ran out of my room and in circles around the living room. Good thing I live alone so that I could just celebrate and make loud noises like this. I jumped up and down on the sofa while etching the image of the mail into my head. I buried my head on my pillows and shouted once more, emptying all the air out of my lungs.

I ran back into my room and read the mail again.

“Good day, Miss Y/N.

We have received your application and we are glad to say that we are impressed with your resume and skillset. We would like you to come in our office tomorrow so we can meet and talk personally with our dance team. We are glad to have you join our current dance team. Details of our meeting are expressed below.

Time: 10 am

Address: 42 Teheran-ro 108-gil, Daechi-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea

Attire: Comfortable Casual

Please look for Mina at the front desk to escort you. Thank you.”

I still can’t believe what I’m seeing. Did I just got accepted? As a backup dancer? For Big Hit? Maybe for BTS? I’m such a lucky fangirl. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

….

It’s a good thing that my schedule is free today. I don’t have any clients in the gym scheduled for today and the dance studio is closed for today. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I woke up at 6 am as I feel my jitters bothering my sleep. I tried to go back to sleep but I trashed the bed and rolled side to side for about 30 mins so I decided to go for a run. I turned on my Spotify and played my ‘Intense Run Playlist’ which mostly consists of high bpm BTS songs. There’s a jogging path near where I live and the scenery is filled with trees. Very calming, which I really need right now.

I arrived in front of the Big Hit Building around 8:30 am. I made sure to arrive early as I don’t want to be late for the meeting. I’m so anxious right now if I’m allowed to go up as early as 9 am or should I just arrived on time. I lingered outside and paced back and forth at a nearby shade. I wondered if I could visit my brother and stay with him for the mean time.

“Is she a stalker?” I heard whispers coming from my right as I slumped back at the pole where I’m taking shade just across the building. “That’s scary.” Three schoolgirls were standing a few meters away from me. They were staring and smirking at me. I wondered why they would think of me as such then I realized that I wore my hoodie up to cover half of my face.

“I’m not…”

“Good luck stalker-nim. You won’t get a glimpse of the boys.” They giggled and ogled me with judgmental looks with their arms across the chests. “Can you get away from the boys? We don’t want stalker armies like you.”

“As I said, I’m not a stalker and I’m older than you. Why are you talking to me in an informal tone?” I pull my hoodie off my head and slowly tread towards them. They laughed and ran away at the sight of me making my way to them. Sheesh, do I really look like a stalker?

I looked at my watch and it’s still 9:10 am. I guess I could try and visit my brother. The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile. What a nice start to my day, I thought. I put up my hoodie again and I was comfortable once more with the warmth my mere hoodie gave me.

“I have a meeting in your building today. Do you want to meet up? I’m not due until 10 am. – your adorable look alike” I texted my brother and inserted my phone back in my pocket. I breathed in the fresh breeze and not a second later, my phone pinged. I pulled out my phone to see my brother’s name on the screen.

“Lucky, I’m on a coffee break. I’ll be down in a sec.” he replied. A grin was present on my face as I stood up from where I was leaning. I skipped from across the street towards the building. I looked above at the sky and towards the top of the Big Hit Building and when I returned my gaze back in front of me, I was met by a dark haired man in his mid-twenties. I bumped into him and was knocked down at the side of the street. I exclaimed in pain as I rub my backside.

“Hey look where you’re go…” I looked up and immediately recognized the face. The man was wearing a grey Fear of God shirt paired with black baggy pants. His face was half covered by a black mask and his hair was kept away from his face with a black headband almost occupying his whole forehead.

“You should be the one watching you’re going. Crossing the street while prancing around like that.” He scoffed and continued to make his way towards the building. He didn’t even help me up. I sneered back.

“I’m sorry. I assure you that he’s not usually like this. He’s in a bad mood.” Two hands were suddenly around my elbows, propping me up from the ground. I turned my head and saw a woman around mid-twenties as well. She was carrying an opened big black bag propped on her right shoulder with filled with piles of unruly papers stuck inside. When I finally was able to stand up properly, she took off her hands from me and bowed in apology. She swiftly followed the man and shouted, “Yoongi, wait. I can explain.”

So I was right. It was Suga. All the images of a funny and loving Min Yoongi ran through my mind. Just like a scary movie, it was replaced by a disgusted look he shot at me a while ago. Did he…. Maybe he thought I was a stalker or something? I guess if I really looked like one then I don’t blame him for shooting those looks at me. However, a decent person would help anyone up in that situation.

I beat the dust off my hoodie and slowly treaded towards the building’s entrance. Not a really good way to start my first interaction with anyone from BTS, I thought.

Next part: 2

[ficsandbits]

Exhaustion makes a great Cupid.

Hey guys! BNHA has taken over my life recently so have some Aizawa fluff to help relieve my mind of it. I'll also be posting over on my AO3 here : > https://archiveofourown.org/works/28061130

Y/N is written as G/N (Gender Neutral) 

Word count: 2,099

Like always, comments and feedback are always welcome and greatly appreciated! If you have any requests don’t hesitate to ask! 

Enjoy! xoxo✌🏻💕🌻

Y/N was tired. So bone tired they could barely bring themselves to open their eyes to see who was calling. A week filled with night patrols and paperwork stopping any chance of sleeping in the day were starting to take a toll on their body. They rolled over and hit the answer button, putting the call straight on speaker.

"Hello?" Y/N's voice croaked out, the signs of just waking up still coating their voice.

"Y/N? You okay? You don't sound too good." Aizawa's cool tone rang through the bedroom. At their hum his concern grew. "Do you need me to bring you anything? I have a bit of time before class starts."

"No no." They stretched glancing at the clock. Y/N held back a groan noticing they'd only been home a couple of hours. "I'm okay. Just overworked. What's up?" It was rare for Aizawa to call first, especially on a school day.

"I was wondering if you could come and help me with some hero classes today? I think it'd be good for the kids to go up against someone with your quirk type." The concern from before had dropped but not disappeared. "It's fine if you're busy, we can fit it around your schedule."

"You're in luck, I have the day cleared." Y/N sat up and cracked their back, letting out a satisfied sigh. "What time do you want me?"

They heard Aizawa clear his throat on the other end of the line before he responded. "Around 11 would be perfect. Thank you for your help, I'll see you later." He hung up after the quick conversation, leaving Y/N to double take at the time.

They huffed, working out that there would be about 4 hours to get ready and make the trek to UA. Luckily they had an old hero costume hanging around somewhere, the current one not being in top form after last night. Y/N really would never understand how simple night patrols turned so ugly so quickly. They dragged their tired body out of bed, choosing to run a bath rather than shower hoping it would soothe their aching muscles. Y/N didn't trust themselves to leave on time and set an alarm on their phone for when they had to leave.

What Y/N hadn't anticipated was falling asleep in the bath and having to rush around just to make it out in time. Their drooping eyes and growling stomach made them extremely aware that they were lacking in both sleep and food. Y/N shot off a quick text to Aizawa letting him know that they were on the way, even though he was probably busy.

Y/N had first met Aizawa in high school, the two of them keeping their distance and not really getting to know each other. It wasn't until their later years that they had gotten close, soon becoming each other's close confidant. Aizawa's best friend was quite the competition but there was clearly a difference in the relationships. Y/N adored the loud man, finding him a hilarious comparison to Aizawa's calm and placid nature. They envied their friendship, always sharply reminded of their own friend, who had left to become a hero in a different area. Y/N spotted a group of children sporting hero merch and smiled gently, their eyes drifting shut for a brief moment before the train announcer called out for the stop. As Y/N stood the world tilted slightly and they quickly grabbed onto the nearest pole. An older lady placed a concerned hand on their arm, asking if they needed to sit back down. Y/N waved away the lady's kindness and got off as the doors opened, desperately hoping the dizziness was a one time thing. The walk to UA was more of a struggle than they had hoped, but they made it just in time.

Y/N phoned Aizawa to tell him to come and collect them. Y/N was in luck when he picked up and told them he'd be down to get them in a minute. They idled around preening for no real reason. Y/N found they wanted to look their best, it was the first time in a while that they'd be seeing each other in person and the thought gave them butterflies. Y/N took a deep breathe to calm their jittery nerves. They had been sure the crush they had on Aizawa was long over, yet here they stood with all the nervous excitement of a high school teenager. Y/N was snapped out of their thoughts by the man causing these feelings approaching them. They smiled brightly, their heart fluttering just seeing him in person.

"Long time no see! How long has it been now?" Y/N joined him as they walked back into school grounds. Aizawa clearly giving them a withering look. "Oh come on surely I don't look that bad." Y/N tried to joke earning a sharper glare from him.

He stopped, his arm coming out but not quite touching theirs. "How much sleep have you gotten in the past couple of weeks." Y/N turned to look at him fully, taking a quick note of the way his eyes softened so subtly. "And when was the last time you had a substantial meal. You look ready to drop are you sure you'll be okay in there today?" He got closer to them, peering closer at their sunken eyes. "I'm happy you said you'd come but I care more about your health than I do the lesson today." This time his hand came to rest on their arm, thumb stroking gently.

"I'm here now, I'll be okay." Y/N placed their hand over his giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I can change the lesson around, I won't put your health at risk." His eyes grew more stern the more Y/N protested.

"Shouta, I promise you I will be fine." Y/N removed his hand from their arm, holding it tightly in their own. "Besides you are the last person putting my health at risk." They mumbled the last part out bitterly.

There was clearly no love lost between Aizawa and the hero's association, so Y/N's bitter words were met with gentle acceptance. He caressed their knuckles one last time before letting go of their hand and continuing the walk. Y/N couldn't stop the smitten smile that formed on their face as they trailed behind him. They made light chatter on the way to the training grounds catching up on the many things they'd missed in the others life. Y/N showed off cool new scars they'd got and he sighed deeper at each one as their smile got wider. His concern was only growing the more they spoke but he couldn't express anything before they reached the training grounds.

He glared at his class waiting for them to calm down, not missing the way Y/N suppressed a smirk at the action. "Alright class we've got some active hero training. This is Y/H/N and she'll be helping us out with training today. If any of you want to spar just let us know and we'll arrange it, otherwise we'll be here to observe and help out." The class nodded and looked over to Y/N, all eyes scanning them.

"So this is what it's like being assessed by a bunch of children, it's scarier than I thought." Y/N leaned in to whisper into Aizawa's ear, enjoying the light chuckle he let out and downright loving the scent that wafted from him as he leaned close to whisper back to them.

"They're a bunch of scary kids, no wonder you're worried." He turned to his class stone faced, raising one scruffy eyebrow. "Well are you waiting for an invitation, get to it." He dismissed the class sternly, watching them scatter quickly.

Y/N walked around, occasionally stopping to critique or praise a students form. They were stopped by one student hoping to expand his knowledge on different quirks and how his would be useful against them. Y/N couldn't say no despite the pounding headache and almost constant dizziness. The two moved to a more open space in the grounds and got into position to start their fight. Before they could even begin Y/N's vision suddenly swayed and they became vaguely aware of the feeling of falling but blacked out before they could process it.

"Uh... Mr Aizawa! There's, um, Y/H/N's fainted." The young boy shouted out across the room to his teacher, confusion clear in his voice.

Aizawa turned, a frown plastered on his face wondering what he was talking about only to see Y/N lying on the floor with students stopping what they were doing to gather round. Panic clutched at his heart for a second before he began to make his way over to the scene. He moved quickly, hyper aware of the fact the floor was solid concrete and that Y/N went down with no support, the last thing he needed was them gaining a serious head injury whilst helping him out. When he reached them the first thing he did was check for any injuries, letting out a breathe when he found none.

"Take the class back to homeroom today's session is finished. You can use the time to study for your upcoming exams." He instructed the class lead whilst scooping Y/N up. "I'm going to take them to recovery girl to check for injuries. I should be back soon." He quickly left with Y/N, heading directly to the infirmary.

Y/N groaned as they came around, confused by the surroundings. They felt a weight shift on their side and turned to find Aizawa sat on the bed, hand coming to brush their hair back. Y/N sighed at the sensation their lips turning up into a smile. "Now this is a nice dream." Y/N croaked out.

Aizawa snorted at them, his hand coming to rest on their cheek. "It's not a dream Y/N, you fainted in the training grounds." Y/N's eyes snapped open as they struggled to sit up. Aizawa moved his hand to rest on their shoulder, pushing them firmly back down. "Oh I don't think so, you're in the infirmary and have been out for hours. Rest." His firm voice made Y/N sink back down into the bed.

"Hours? How hard did I go down?" Y/N rubbed at their temples, a dull ache working its way back into their head.

"Recovery girl said you had no outward injuries but were just too exhausted to wake up right away. We let you sleep it off." Aizawa's thumb started it's usual comforting circular motion on their shoulder. "I told you we could rearrange." He sighed, his grip tightening and his eyes closing.

"I honestly thought I'd be fine." They looked up at him noticing his strained jaw and screwed shut eyes. "I didn't mean to make you worry," Y/N reached a hand up to massage gently at his jaw. "I'm sorry."

Aizawa let out a long suffering sigh and leaned forward planting an almost shy kiss onto their forehead. Y/N's eyes widened as their face got hot at the gesture. He lingered for a moment before lowering his forehead to their own, eyes opening to look deeply into theirs. "There's never a time when I'm not worrying about you idiot." He pulled back to give them a gentle smile. "Next time just tell me. Come on let's get you some food and a comfier bed." He grabbed their hands and gave a gentle tug bringing them to sit up.

Y/N stood shakily, Aizawa there to take their arm and help them walk out. "I should get a taxi and just face the ridiculous fare huh." They laughed lightly coming to stand on their own, Aizawa not letting go of their hand.

"Don't be stupid. You're staying with me tonight." Aizawa stated as a matter of fact, smirking at the way Y/N blushed and tried to stutter out an excuse. "No excuses, your in no fit state to be making the trip back." He threw a look over his shoulder towards them as they trailed along shocked. "Besides I don't want to leave you alone right now."

Y/N moved closer, planting a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Thank you Shouta." He smiled and kept them close to him as they walked to his place.

[tiikerikani]

The Best Medicine

14.08.2022 CoolHead Brew, Helsinki

Sick leave is no ordinary vacation do-over, when it's a vacation do-over WITH MORE SENPAIIIIIIII than the original. (Coincidence. I bought these tickets ages ago.)

There was some uncertainty over today's schedule; the ticket said that the gate opens at 5 but according to the venue it was actually at 6, so since I got there just before 3, I was definitely there a whole hour too early. I got a drink from the bar and spent my time reading a book and looking around a bit (it's a brewery inside a greenhouse so there are windows to peep inside from).

A little after 4, a couple of groupies showed up and invited me to their table (the same people who waved me over in Tampere). Next, band members started appearing. This meant I hadn't somehow missed the sound check (and I danced to it but it's not like anybody cares) :DD

When they let us in I ran so hard to get to the centre front I almost knocked the railing over lol

The place was kind of interesting, they had set up like a full size stage in the yard but the yard itself was pretty small. Much smaller than at Allas. It's nice for the performers so they're not just watching a massive sea of heads, I suppose. It was a hot day but the sun set behind the stage so we were in the shade and caught some breeze too. Being right in front of the subwoofers made this a bit more... intense an experience than I'm used to ;)

I got hit by the line again. Finger guns were exchanged (again).

Somebody ACTUALLY bought one of the noisemaker horns. (It was the other weird merch besides the 🔍)

(pictures can only capture a fraction of their energy, ok)

-----

I think I found (a) Number 1 Finnish fan (I'm sure there's more than 1). Before the show she talked her way into the back room to get everyone in the band to draw a flower and sign their name on a piece of paper.[1] If I understood correctly, she's getting them tattooed. She also carried a journal/scrapbook with pictures and ticket stubs and so forth. I mean that isn't so different from what I'm writing digitally here. Heini received a portrait from her, so I'm also not the only one giving them fan art, although hers was more lighthearted than my sort of thing.

Number 1 Finnish fan also drew a tattoo design for one of the aforementioned groupies (yeah groupies are a tight-knit, well, group); it's got the notation for the rhythm of a specific song. Now THAT is subtle.

If I were to get a fan tattoo it would probably be of some lyric, because words are my specialty and (if chosen wisely,) the text can still be meaningful even if you later move on from the fandom.[2][3]

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I've been eyeing the silver cape ever since I first saw it, and keep talking myself out of buying it but it doesn't make me stop wanting it. I decided that I'll buy it if I got to chat with Senpai. I don't think it really counted last time but today fulfilled that criteria. (It's actually a slightly-yellowish silver. Pearl, I guess?)

"I have nothing for you today." (I gave merch guy Pate a note with some niceties and a couple of merch ideas, though. Nothing sentimental. I didn't want him to feel like just being a messenger all the time.)

"Well, I haven't replied to [the other] yet." (Next Christmas?)

I also told Jepa that I would really like the remainder of the band to sign my banner but I wasn't sure how I could go about that because it's taped to my wall and I can't just bring it everywhere and hope I have the opportunity to get a hold of them. She suggested I could get in touch with them on Instagram and make arrangements.[1] Earlier she (I think it was her) came out from the back room with a sheet of normal people paper with everybody's autographs on it, dated and all, so I guess that's a thing. (I've had ticket stubs signed but most tickets are digital these days.)

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Oh, before I forget: same songs as the last.

And superfan couple wasn't there?? Surely they would have hung back as I did if they were there.

__________

[1] But I mean, the band is very approachable. It's just the potentially Very Serious security staff you gotta get past.

[2] I drew an (abstract) tattoo design for myself some 16 years ago and I'm committed to it—it's on a few other personal items—but I don't think I'll ever afford the luxury of getting it done. I wish henna paste was easier to find here, as I drew it on with henna for some special occasions back in the day (it's the correct color too).

[3] It seems like bangles with mottos/affirmations engraved on them are kind of A Thing with the middle-aged crowd? I'm not old enough to be in that demographic yet but it's an alternative to getting inked.

[chocobetterknot]

All For You

pairing: idol!yoongi x fangirl!reader + other BTS members

genre: fluff, (slight) angst, (maybe) smut

about:

You’ve been to each of their show. Each fan meeting. As in all of it from 2015 up to today. But what happens when one of the boys finally notice you? The same black mid length hair coursing through the lines as you wait for your turn for yet another autograph to add to your never ending autographed items.

warning: S L O W B U R N

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•P A R T F I V E•

One thing you love about BTS’ Japan shows is that they do fan meetings right after their show. Not only does this give you the chance to see them up close but also to bring home another autographed item from their merch to add to your year-end giveaway to unfortunate armies who are not able to see the boys. This time, however, you nervously shake your foot as you wait in line for your turn.

“You need to calm yourself, yn. They probably don’t even remember you.” Lou tries to ease your nerves but it doesn’t work. You couldn’t get the fact out of your mind that you actually almost had a fight with one of your idols.

“I can’t! I almost yelled Jimin because of a stupid bag. THE. PARK. JIMIN.” you sigh with exasperation. Your hands were breaking into a sweat with every step you both take as you near the table where the boys are seated behind laughing and interacting with the other armies.

This time you best friend turns to you and holds both your shoulders. “Listen, first of all, you said that bag was for Youngjae. You said it was sentimental or something like that so don’t tell me now that it’s a stupid bag. Second, have you gone completely delulu? You said it yourself, he’s THE Park Jimin and you’re just some rich man’s daughter who happens to want the same bag as he did. He won’t remember you, trust me.” she lectures you which only made you overthink more because now you remember that you also bumped into Yoongi and Jin in the plane.

“But what about Jin? He probably remembers and thinks that I’m a stalker or something.” you cover your face with both your hands. You hear your best friend scoff, “Dude, you kind of are.” then she chuckles and turns her back at you as you hit her on her shoulder.

A few minutes passed and it was going to be your turn. You were thankful that Jin and Jimin weren’t sitting beside each other because you were worried that one of them would recognise you and remember how they met you. However, your nerves relaxed when it was finally your turn to have your merch autographed. You first greeted Taehyung as he was seated at the first end of the table. You let him sign a plushie version of him which he gladly obliged. Next him was Hoseok and he, too, obliged in signing his own plushie. Hoseok even sprayed his perfume on the plushie saying that he wants to let everyone know that he smells good and you laugh and move along. Namjoon and Jungkook saw what Hoseok did and so they followed him and both sprayed their own perfume on their plushie. They playfully asked you which perfume smelled the best and Hoseok yelled, “Mine, of course! Because I’m J-Hope and you’re both copycats.” then he laughs.

Your heart immediately pounded so fast it felt like it was hammering your ribcage. It was all because seated next to Jungkook was Jimin. He was conversing with Lou which made you calm down a bit seeing that he hasn’t recognised your best friend who was standing beside you when you both exchanged bags outside the shop last night. You thought that maybe your best friend was right about him not remembering you or the incident.

As you step in front of Jimin, a plushie version of him in your hand, you felt like you were caught lying to your parents as you break into a sweat. But you instantly relax when he smiles at you, gladly taking the plushie. He placed his finger under the plushie’s arm and made it move to make it look like the plushie’s waving at you. You laughed and he proceeded to wave the toy in Yoongi’s face to which the other laughed at and threw a balled up tissue at his face.

After he gave you back the plushie, you move to Yoongi. Your heart melted when he smiled at you with that adorable gummy smile of his. Your bias was Yoongi after all. You hand him a headband with sparkly ears and he looks at it for a second and wears it. You laugh and say, “Can I take a picture of you wearing that?” to which he responded saying, “Sure, love.” You take put your phone and he poses with a peace sign and the plushie version of him that you handed together with the headband. After he signs the plushie, he gives it back to you.

You were rummaging in your bag for Jin’s plushie when you arrived in front of him. When you lifted your head to look at him, he looked shocked for a second but he smiled immediately to which you dismissed thinking you were only seeing things given that you haven’t had dinner yet and the last time you ate was your brunch 7 hours ago that consisted of a pancakes, a fruit cup, and almond milk. You hand Jin the plushie to which he accepted happily. You blushed at the way he gave back to you the plushie because instead of handing it to you directly, he kissed it’s face and proceeded to land the toy’s face on your cheek making it look like he kissed you. Then you heard Yoongi chuckle and say, “You are such a flirt, Jin hyung. Look at her she’s as red as a tomato.” but Jin only dismissed him with a laugh and you bid goodbye to Jin. He waves back and then look back at the next person behind you as you walk away to reunite with your best friend who was already munching on some chips from a vending machine.

After fixing your backpack, you head for the exit even though the fan meeting wasn’t over yet. Despite wanting to stay, both your stomachs begged for you to find some real food to eat. You were about to push the door open when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at who’s hand it was. It was a man wearing a black shirt and bomber jacket. He looked at least 3 years older than you. And he seemed familiar to you too. You were about to say something when Lou beat you to it.

“Yes? Do you need something?” she said annoyed as she raised her brows. Lou was like this when she’s hungry plus she always had a bratty attitude growing up as the only daughter of a wealthy family.

The man coughed and said, “Someone wants to see you after the event. Please wait at the restaurant and order whatever you like. We will be paying for your dinner as well.” You both look at each other and then back at the man.

“Who’s this someone?” you ask cautiously to which the man answered, “You’ll know soon.” and he smiled sincerely.

You cupped your mouth and brought them to Lou’s ear, “Do we say yes? He could be a killer or some psychopath or rapist.” you whispered not even bothering to think that the man was standing in front of you two. But your best friend was always fearless. Always up for a thrill and free food so she answers you in a whisper, “Hell yeah. It’s free food and the restaurant is a pretty public place for them to actually do something bad. We’ll be fine.”

You sigh and look at the man, “Okay. We’re coming with you to the restaurant.” and then the man started walking in front of you, leading you both to the restaurant. You hate to admit it but you were curious as to who was the person that wants to meet you both and that your grumbling tummies were basically yelling at you to be fed.

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2751. What's the most interesting assignment you ever had in school? >> I’m not sure. I hope people realise that my last moment in any kind of school was in December of 2005 (and my last moment in high school was June of 2004). I can barely be arsed to remember anything from 15 years ago unless it’s trauma-related. 2752. What's the most interesting thing you ever had to do for work? >> I thought working as a merch seller for local bands was very interesting. I had a lot of fun. 2753. Do you feel: insignifigant? unable to evoke change? like one person can't change the world? like one life and one person's suffering doesn't mean very much? If you answered yes to any of those can you describe why in detail? >> I, personally, feel insignificant fairly often, but that doesn’t extend to thinking that other people are also equally insignificant.  2754. Do you feel like you could contribute as much to society as ____ has? Albert Einstein: Abe Lincoln: Franz Kafka: Jesus Christ: >> Just because I already have self-esteem problems doesn’t mean I’m going to sit here and consciously make “do you have as much worth as these people” comparisons. 2755. Are you aware that your brain is the same size as Albert Einstein's brain? Do you realize that you have the same number of hours in a day as Abraham Lincoln? Did you know that Franz Kafka wrote all of his amazing litterature during his lunchbreaks at work? Did you know that we are all made of matter and that you are made of the Same Thing that Jesus was made of? Do you still believe that you couldn't contribute as much to society as they did? If yes than WHY? >> This is an immensely irritating line of questioning, I hope it’s over now.

2756. Is your mind in the gutter? >> My mind is not in the gutter. 2757. What do you have to complain about? >> Whatever I want to complain about. 2758. Do you remember rock n' roll radio? >> ... Yes? Pretty sure it still exists, regardless. 2759. Is there such a thing as a food that you burn more calories from digesting than you actually absorb from it? >> I don’t know, try google. 2760. Hey, if you've gotten this far than you and me go way back. We've been hanging out for a while now and I gotta know..do you like me? >> --- 2761. What are you doing, Dave? >> --- 2762. As far as love goes do you feel it is better to become complete before looking for someone or find someone who completes you? >> People are already complete, despite however they may feel about themselves. I don’t understand what it means to look for someone who “completes you”, that sounds immensely absurd to me. So I guess I can’t really answer this question except to say “I don’t think people should be thinking about relationships in these terms...” 2763. What attracts you about the opposite sex (or same sex, or both sexes)? >> --- 2764. Do you need people or do you not need anyone? >> Of course I need other people. The fact that I have an attachment disorder is a direct result of my inherent need for other people’s love and support going repeatedly ignored. Even besides that, I need other people to physically survive, because that’s how ecosystems work, and believe it or not, we are still part of nature and beholden to its cycles and systems. 2765. Is selfishness always bad? Is selflessness always good? >> No. 2766. Do you feel like your life is being controlled by a power structure? >> Of course certain elements of my life as a social creature are controlled by power structures. 2767. Can you name three things in society that send the message that being completely yourself and that looking inside yourself and contemplating what's within is a good thing? >> Sigh. 2768. Can you name three things in society that send the message that materialism and the accumulation of stuff is a good thing? >> The entirety of capitalism. 2769. What is more important, a picture or it's frame? What is more important, spirituality or religion? >> These questions truly do get more baffling as time goes on. 2770. How many definitions can you come up with for the wword 'fuck'? >> I don’t have to come up with definitions, google is right there. 2771. Is it less offensive when a black person says Nigger than when a white person says it? Why or why not? >> The context in which a Black person says it is often a far different context from the one in which a white person says it. So, yes. It usually is less offensive by default, unless the Black person being addressed is uncomfortable with the word even when used in a friendly context. 2772. Do you rationalize often? >> Rationalise what? 2773. Do you believe that america is an imperialist nation? >> I mean, yeah. 2774. Would you agree that: hot topic is the new abercrombie? pink is the new black: you are the new you? >> *stares dully* 2775. Do you have more internet or real life friends? >> I only have Internet friends. 2776. What IS the feeding of 5000? >> The what?? 2777. What's an easy way to make money? >> I don’t know. 2778. What's your favorite slang word and what does it mean? >> I don’t think I have a favourite slang word. 2779. Are you uncomfortable? >> Slightly, because of noise issues. 2780. Is anything definate besides death and taxes? >> Taxes aren’t definite for everyone, but death certainly is. I don’t know what else is that predictable. 2781. Would you rather live fast and die young or live slow and die old? >> Living slow sounds nice to me. However it ends. 2782. Can you name 4 people who have committed crimes against humanity? How do you think they live with themselves? >> Probably, but I don’t feel like it. I don’t care how they live with themselves. 2783. If you could imagine, pure fantasy, any God you could concieve, how would you want God to be? >> I can imagine any god I want to imagine. It’s really not that hard, there are already so many to choose from, even if just to use as a template. 2784. do you think the smashing pumpkins have a strong christian theme? >> I don’t know, I’ve never paid a whole lot of attention to their lyrics. Their songs just sound pretty. 2785. Do you think this survey has a strong christian theme? >> I didn’t think that. I hope I won’t have cause to think it in the future. 2786. Fill in the blank for yourself" Give me ____ or give me death! >> --- 2787. Have you ever heard of the USA patriotism act? Apparently they have passed laws making torture legal. Also the FBI can sneak and peek into ANYONE'S home. They don't have to ask or even tell you they were there. This is already the law. So, whaddaya think? >> I mean, yes, I know that. I live here. 2788. The people in power step all over the average citizen, trying to secure all the power and money for themselves and leave us with no rights and under their control. They have the audacity to do this because they know that we will not lift a finger to stop them. Are they right? >> I don’t know if they’re right or not. I’m also not sure what the fuck powerful-ass finger you think we common folk all have. 2789. The Free State Project is a plan in which 20,000 or more liberty-oriented people will move to a single state of the U.S. to secure there a free society. They will accomplish this by first reforming state law, opting out of federal mandates, and finally negotiating directly with the federal government for appropriate political autonomy. They want to be a community of freedom-loving individuals and families, and want to create a shining example of liberty for the rest of the nation and the world. What's your opinion? Could this work? Why or why not? >> Didn’t a bunch of libertarians want to do this at some point? Anyway, I don’t know if this could work or not. I don’t know nearly enough about any of the elements involved to have an informed opinion about the feasibility of this kind of project. It does sound plenty audacious, though (and way too vague). 2790. Have you ever seen the Neverending Story? Remember when Bastian has to prove his worth by looking in that mirror where you see yourself the way you really are with no pretenses, rationalizations or mental lying? Could you stand yourself if you looked into that mirror? >> I do remember that, vaguely. I wanted to rewatch this movie but then I didn’t get to it in time and HBO took it down :( Anyway, I don’t know if I could stand myself if I looked into a mirror like that. I can’t conceptualise what that experience would actually be like. 2791. What is soilent green? >> Oh, you know. (That’s another movie I’d like to rewatch, in fact.) 2792. What are you proud that you have never done? >> *shrug* 2793. What things are hopeless? >> *shrug* 2794. What Are People For? >> Making Soylent Green out of. 2795. What book do you feel could change someone's life? >> Any book could change someone’s life. 2796. Didja ever want to just walk up to the Bush administration and ask them, 'What the fuck?' >> No, I wasn’t really paying much attention to the administration during that time because I had a lot of personal issues taking up my immediate focus. But from what little I remember about it, it’d be a valid question to ask. 2797. How do you take your coffeee? >> Decaffeinated. 2798. Have you ever played: paintball? lazer tag? which is better? >> I’ve never played these. 2799. In what ways are you lucky? >> A lot of ways, I guess. A lot of fucked up shit has happened, but a fair amount of strangely fortuitous stuff has happened, too. Guess something has to even the other shit out. 2800. If Jesse Jackson wants reparations to be given to black people because he thinks that black people don't have equal opportunities in this country than why does he drive a Jaguar? >> “Black people don’t have equal opportunities in this country” is still a fact of life no matter what the fuck kind of car Jesse Jackson drives. Focusing on his personal “success” or whatever like that is just a diversion from the heart of the matter.

[artificialqueens]

Beyond My Wildest Dreams Ch. 4 (Nina West/OC) - multifandomgeek

Nina is known for being kind. The Miss Congeniality of all Miss Congenialities, people have been saying. Not that she would ever acknowledge that and discredit the title of the queens that came before her and are just as amazing and kind and important as her, if not more. But she loves it, and sometimes has to check in to make sure she’s not getting a little cocky about it.

Of course, she can be shady too, if she’s not too worried about the public eye. Especially a few drinks in and with a couple of minutes to think about it. She can also be mean and resentful when she’s hurt like any other human being on this planet. But that’s part of her as a person, not her as a brand, and people don’t see it that often. Which is good, if a little scary. After all, even if she’s loud and clear about not being perfect, sometimes it seems like people see her that way, and that’s just too much pressure to keep up with.

But that’s a thought for another day. Today, as she pretends not to see Vanjie and Brooke with their heads together whispering in the corner of their shared dressing room, Nina tucks a triumphant smile on the corner of her mouth and doesn’t think about being kind at all.

She’s playing with them, pretending to have a secret that’s not really a secret so much as something she wants to shout from the rooftops. She’s acting that way to have a bargaining chip. Maybe that’s not the best way to treat your friends but she couldn’t help herself, but it’s way too much fun.

The bargaining thing came as an idea to have both Brooke and Vanjie’s collaboration on the Big Project (that still doesn’t have a name). Kevin had mentioned how much buzz it would generate if they could have them together, not only at the same time but at the same place. He had said it as a passing thought, but Nina was well aware of the power of the thirsty fans and her gears were already working on making that happen.

Of course, making money while playing with your friends’ feelings was more than morally questionable, but it was for charity. Besides, she had a feeling they were still fucking on the side, maybe when the alcohol was running high or maybe even when they were both dead sober, and she wanted in on that secret. So it was a matter of hitting two birds with one stone. Two lovesick birds, to be precise.

In any case, the project wouldn’t be happening for a while, at least by the end of the year. She didn’t really know exactly, Kevin had the schedule. Nina was sure Brooke and Vanjie could sort their shit until there, or at least brace themselves to have a friendly interaction about their past relationship by then. In any case, having that exclusive content could be the key to a huge bump on Nina’s audience, and even if Brooke and Vanjie months from now would be fine with that, she needed Brooke and Vanjie from right now to sign the deal.

Honestly, though, she didn’t think it would be that easy to play with them. She didn’t even have a plan, just the fact she was acting a little more cheerfully than usual and maybe got away to call Kevin so nobody would pry on their conversation earlier in the evening already had Brooke all curious and frustrated that Nina wouldn’t say anything. Next thing she knew, she was conspiring with Vanjie about it.

Nina liked seeing them liked this. Fucking or not, the relationship they had now was way better than the official one they had before. They were too intense back then, now they were lighter and laughed more. It was refreshing.

After they all performed and de-dragged, they found themselves waiting outside of the club for a van to take them to their hotel. They were a big group, with assistants, local queens, staff, and friends waiting with them to catch a ride too or just to milk their time with the Ru girls until the very last minute. Vanessa was chatting with a group of people, her voice always the loudest. Brooke was having a cigarette and listening to another queen.

Nina had been talking with everybody, but she decided to pull a little stunt. Vanjie would catch an early flight she didn’t know when she would have the chance to talk to both of them again. She excused herself pointing to her phone and took a few steps outside of the group. She called Kevin but acted like she was answering a call, making sure to be right at the line of sight from both Brooke and Vanjie.

“Hey, baby, are you done with work?” asked Kevin in a sleepy voice. They had been officially dating a little over a month, and the pet names still got to Nina every time.

“Yeah, did I wake you?” she said, keeping her voice down but not hiding the foolish expressions that must be coming to her face.

“No, not at all,” lied Kevin, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” said Nina sighing. “Listen, if I start to sound crazy all of a sudden it’s because I’m trying to fool Brooke,” she said hurriedly. She noticed on the corner of her eye that Brooke perked her neck at her and was making her way to Vanjie. Nina kept talking, not reacting.

Kevin chuckled on the phone. “I love this mysterious boyfriend schtick, it’s so Disney Channel.”

“Very on brand for me,” said Nina, chuckling too. She noticed two people coming closer to her and schooled her posture not to change. “I can’t though, I don’t want them to know,” she said seriously to the phone, despite Kevin’s laughter on the other side. She paused for effect. “I know, I’m sorry, but I think it’s too much for them right now,” she continued in an apologetical tone, “they pretend to be fine but they’re really sensitive people! I don’t wanna hurt them!” She turned as she talked so she would have her back turned at the two queens, who were now so close Nina was sure they could hear her even if she whispered. She sighed dramatically. “I won’t, I’m sorry but I won’t, not until they prove to me that they’re fine. Besides, if they’re keeping secrets from me why can’t I keep secrets from them?” she finished with a little bit more truth than she meant.

“Ooh, I think you forgot you were pretending, there,” said Kevin, still laughing.

“Shut up,” said Nina, not able to contain a chuckle herself. “Anyway, I-” She turned then, jumping slightly at seeing Brooke and Vanjie behind her, keeping up with the act. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said to the phone.

“Ok, bye,” said Kevin, knowing what it probably meant and disconnecting.

“Hey guys,” said Nina with an adorable smile. She was having so much fun. “Why are you creeping up on me?”

“Why are you sneaking around and keeping secrets is what’s really the question,” said Brooke, crossing her arms and squinting.

“It doesn’t seem like much of a secret to me,” said Vanjie. She clearly wasn’t taking it so seriously, probably treating it like a game, something fun to pass the time with friends rather than a mystery or a friendship-issue like Brooke. “Nina has a boyfriend,” she said matter-of-factly, putting a hand on her hip.

“Why don’t you just say so, then?” asked Brooke, turning to Vanessa.

“Didn’t you hear her? She thinks we can’t handle it because of our own drama with each other,” said Vanjie.

“That’s stupid,” dismissed Brooke.

“What did you just call me?” said Vanjie.

“What? No! I-” Brooke fumbled to apologized.

“I’m just playing with you,” said Vanessa, immediately smiling wide and giving the blonde a playful push. Brooke rolled her eyes and smiled too.

Nina was just watching them like a tennis match. She had to make a move, though, or it would all be in vain. “I’ll tell you if you promise to be part of a project I’m putting together,” she challenged.

“Deal,” said Brooke immediately.

“Ah, ah, it has to be the two of you, together,” said Nina, pointing at them.

Vanjie looked at her suspiciously. “Why do you have to trick us into it?” she said, now with both hands on her hips, “is it porn?” she asked with a gasp.

“What?” Nina yelled, laughing loudly. “Who do you think I am?”

“Well is it?” asked Brooke.

“No! Jesus! It’s just a regular livestream, a youtube livestream! I’ll explain it to you better, but it’s a huge project we’re putting together for charity. It would be an hour-ish live with fans making questions and stuff, you can do whatever you want, do each other’s make-up, something like that. But if we can have you two in the same room, we all know the audience would be crazy.”

“How do you make money from that?” asked Brooke.

“It’s gonna be an event, you would be promoting some exclusive merch we’ll be selling, and also there would be a few things you would use just so we could sell later, like shirts, props, stuff like that. We’ll sell the live itself too, the video file in HD,” Nina was trying to checklist all the things that went into it as she talked. “Also, there’s gonna be a place for donations and the super chats, where people pay to have their questions more visible so they make sure you answer them. You can also sign things or make things if you want, like painting or customize stuff, that’s up to you, whatever it is it becomes a collectible and people want to buy it. I don’t know if I’m forgetting something, I can send you an email with the details, but that’s basically it.”

“What if they ask us to do something we don’t want to?” said Vanjie.

“You don’t. It’s just a live, not slavery,” responded Nina.

“It doesn’t sound that bad,” said Vanjie, considering, “I mean, we could probably just stand there and talk about tacos and people would already be going nuts, the crazy motherfuckers. We’re in!” She declared with finality.

“What, I don’t get an opinion?” said Brooke.

“You already agreed before she even told you what it was,” said Vanessa laughing.

“I was going to agree too, just to be clear,” said Brooke, “You didn’t have to play games to get us into it, Nina.”

“Thanks, guys!” said Nina, hugging them. “I know I didn’t, but it was so funny!” she said, apologetically, earning a eye-roll from Brooke and a scream from Vanessa.

“Well, what is it then, spill it,” said Brooke, excited.

“Yeah, what’s the T, mama?” said Vanjie.

“I have a boyfriend,” said Nina, shrugging and giggling. Vanessa threw her arms into the air and walked around, making the two of them burst into laughter.

“Call me Vanessa motherfucking Holmes!” she shouted.

“Who is it?” asked Brooke, but Nina didn’t have time to tell, they were called to head inside the Van. She ended up talking about Kevin already in Vanjie’s hotel room while she packed for her early flight. Brooke was surprised to learn that it was the same guy they had talked about months ago, while Vanessa said she already suspected so. The ended up waking Kevin up again so the two of them could harass him through facetime.

Nina was so happy she didn’t even remember she wanted to ask about the status of Brooke and Vanjie’s relationship. She supposed it didn’t really matter, after all. She really felt like they were happy, and maybe it wouldn’t be very congenial of her to be another person probing them about it, they certainly had enough of those. She wanted them together for the project because it would be better for the project, it was a capitalist’s decision.

As a friend, she wanted them to be okay, to be successful, to be happy, to be whatever they wanted to be, individually and separately first and foremost. She couldn’t help but root for their love when she saw them interacting, but that could remain safely hidden inside her head. She had her own love story now, anyway. Her own little compilation of moments and kisses and smiles to go through and think about in her free time.

Now that pride was over, work should get little less intense, and her days at home a little more frequent. She was looking forward to that, for more than one reason, but for one more than the others. A nice and steamy green-eyed reason.

Andrew: Jamie says I’ll be in Columbus next Monday!

Kevin: Don’t tell anyone but I have your schedule printed on my fridge <3

The three little words Nina felt like saying next would have to wait to be said in person.

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[booksbeyondimagining]

Hey everyone!

Sorry I’ve not been very active on here lately (glances at personal goals for the year guiltily), but I spent the last couple of months working on shows and prepping for BookCon.  This year was a success, I think, in terms of achieving my goal to meet as many of my favorite authors – and potential favorites – as possible.

Saturday I started the day trying to get a ticket for a Leigh Bardugo signing at the TopatoCo booth, however their organization skills were downright awful and the line quickly became a messy blob and so of course this shorty in the back didn’t get one.  I told myself to get over it (and for the most part I did.  I was bitter still, but I was over it.  Gotta focus on the authors I did get to meet right?  The only annoyance was having to carry around my hardcover of SoC all day cause it costs $ to get back into coat check (wtf)).

So after that disaster I went to the signing for Brigid Kemmerer, who was lovely to talk to, followed by Susan Dennard (who got so excited about the poster I brought of the cover for The Executioner’s Three, her story on Wattpad).  I then went to the Jordandene booth to get an As Travars shirt – sadly they were out, but I got a Geekerella one instead – and while I was there I turned around and effing V. E. Schwab was right behind me.  This was the second time in 2 years that I’ve seen her on the floor, and this time I finally got a picture with her, lol.  I swear she is my lucky charm there – I wasn’t even actively seeking her out this year since I’ve already met her twice and yet there she was anyway.

I then went a stood for two hours(!) in a line for the Coco Ma/Jill Criswell signing for their ARCs of Shadow Frost/Beasts of the Frozen Sun (respectively).  I went to the booth to ask when the line was going to start forming and the guy was like “this is the line” indicating the one I thought was for the event prior to theirs.  So yeah, got to wait for a while there.  The line moved slowly because they were both talking with people, which was nice, but I was also mildly panicking because Amanda Foody had a signing I wanted to get to as well.  But I had a nice conversation with both (Coco was wearing Gryffindor robes so we had a fun HP conversation) and I got to the HarperCollins booth just in time to see Amanda and have her sign my copy of Ace of Shades.  

I think after that I wandered the floor for a bit, before making my way over to the Eoin Colfer signing.  I loved the Artemis Fowl series growing up, so I was ecstatic when I got the ticket to his signing.  The best part was we ended up talking theatre while he signed my books because he asked me what I did and I told him I do lighting design for theatre and he started talking about preferring the backstage atmosphere whenever someone puts on a play he’s written (I had no idea he wrote plays omg I’m such a fake fan lol).  And like the idiot I was I forgot to give him my business card.

After that I kinda stalked Katy Rose Pool.  She’s the author of There Will Come a Darkness which comes out in the fall and which I am currently reading (thank you Edelweiss).  It’s.  So.  Good.  And my friend had already met her during the day and told her about me and she remembered and was so nice and sweet and signed a blank bookmark I brought.  I also saw Amanda Foody there (I love how they have this group of writer friends it’s the cutest thing ever) and got the picture with her that I forgot to get earlier lol.  I then did some more shopping (got a Stardust candle that smells like stormy woods and blackberry and had little stars on top) and walked the floor until it closed.

And omg I went to the FierceReads booth to ask about the TWCAD ARC giveaway they were doing on Sunday (because yeah okay I am reading the egalley but I want it physically too of course) and while they were explaining it KATY ROSE POOL showed up again and I got so worried she thought I was an asshole for wanting the physical ARC as well instead of letting someone else get a chance to read it.  I’M SORRY I JUST WANTED ALL THE VERSIONS.  (Actually I’m over it now.  I got the ticket for the ARC game on Sunday and it was a chance-to-win game.  Basically you had your Tarot Cards read (the tarot cards are based on the characters in TWCAD) in a past-present-future spread and the present card determined which ARC you got.  I ended up getting The Last Word by Samantha Hastings oh well, but man the girl who did my reading was really good and it was scarily accurate.  But hey that gives me hope for my future cause it sounded just like what I needed.  Anyway, while I was there I watched two people who I knew had been first in both the ticket drop and the actual event line get the TWCAD ARC and I got really happy for them cause damn they deserved that.  PLUS I ended up getting an ARC of The Tenth Girl by Sara Faring for being tenth in line how cool was that!!)

Anyway, that was Saturday.

On Sunday, after getting the tickets at FierceReads (you got two for their giveaways, and beside the Tarot Card game I got a Grisha passport one which I gave to my friend cause I wasn’t interested in it), I wandered the floor for a bit before heading over to QuirkBooks to get ready for the Ashley Poston signing.  We were told we could buy the books before the signing even started so we did, and then they had a game where you turn one of those candy/prize machines you see outside of supermarkets and you got a piece of paper that indicated a prize.  My friend got a Charmed pin which she gave to me since I love the show, and I got a coupon for a free book so I got to return the copy of The Princess and the Fangirl I had just bought there and get it for free instead.  How cool is that?  And while we were in line for the game my friend saw Ashley Poston and she came over and talked with us and again while we were waiting for the signing to start.  She was so sweet and nice to talk with.

I then made the stupid attempt to try to get a ticket for the Melissa de la Cruz signing but since Penguin refuses to start lines before a certain time and just lets people stand in a blob, I again didn’t get one.  I wasn’t too angry though because I haven’t actually read any of her books, but the one she was signing for – The Queen’s Assassin – sounded interesting.  I was just more annoyed that all my other just-in-case-I-don’t-get-that-one events were already capped as well so I wandered the floor.  I finally found an event at the FaeCrate line for a die toss game but only got a chapstick lol.  Then I went to Simon & Schuster for their lollipop wall and ended up with a contemporary YA called She’s the Worst by Lauren Spieller.

I then went to the Meg Cabot signing where she signed my copy of Shadowland, because I love love love The Mediator series by her.  After that was the Tarot Card game as described above, and then the signing for Holly Black.  She seemed really nice from the line, but sadly by the time I got to her it was 4:30 and the publishers were making her speed things up to move the line along so I only got a candid picture and didn’t get much time to talk to her.  Oh well.

After that I went and got a shirt at Out of Print because they were putting them on sale by then – I got an Elephant & Piggie shirt and I LOVE it.  And then Hoopla was doing a wheel spin still but the woman said it was closed.  I waited around though because they had sunglasses and from what I could see, plenty of them (I don’t know what it is about my sunglasses but they will last like a year and then will just randomly break when I like take them off or something.  I don’t get it.)  They reopened it and when I spun and got a popsocket I asked and they just switched it for the sunglasses.  Lol score.

And that was the end of BookCon 2019!!

Here are all the books I received/bought/brought to get signed:

And here is all the swag I got (well the Susan Dennard poster I brought with me for her to sign, and the V. E. Schwab poster my friend actually got for me lol)

Also my friend and I stayed in this hotel that looked so old fashioned we kept calling it the Tower of Terror and saying we were gonna get visited by a ghost or something.  It was awesome.

Overall I was happy because I got to most of what I wanted, saw most of the authors I wanted to see, and bought some really fun merch too.  Can’t wait for next year and to see who I might get to meet then!

BookCon 2019 |A Review Hey everyone! Sorry I've not been very active on here lately (glances at personal goals for the year guiltily), but I spent the last couple of months working on shows and prepping for BookCon. 

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Find yourself 4

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4/10 parts this will get a bit better but it’s all fluff nothing serious . Ready for part 5! Comment and reply ! I ant some imagines ? Message me !

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It has been two full days since the video addressing rumours went live. The twins had been silent on Twitter besides the few likes here and there and y/n post poned her video for the week. She didn’t know what to post or where to even start ,but when she woke up to Grayson flopping on her bed Thursday morning she shotup and shielded her chest groggily “what !? What’s wrong ?” She said in a shock with a sigh realizing it was nothing. Grayson laughed as he pulled at her messy braid “we’re going to the wearhouse ... and you’re going to film “ he said standing up and grabbing her makeup bag from her desk and her laptop in the other hand “come on Ethan’s already up its 9:45” she knew he was right about filming but it didn’t help she didn’t want to film , she didn’t want to start this fake relationship just to save her reputation ... all their reputations .

Y/n watched as he walked out of her room giving her no time to protest. Standing she headed to her closet and pulled on her skinny jeans with rips and her bra, she looked over her appearance and groaned at her puffy eyes ,letting her braidout taming it a bit she pulled it half up on top of her head and nodded at the mirror , at least her hair wasnt wild roday .Walking out of her room she went directly across the hall into Ethan’s room where he laid on his stomach “and you ruined it cause your naked “ he yelled as he looked at the playback of the Snapchat he had taken before posting it any way thinking it was funny how she scurried out of frame .Y/n smirked while holding up the middle finger as she headed to his closet before coming out in one of his shirts “that’s Grayson’s “ he commented as she groaned and grabbed one from the bed “also Grayson “ he laughed as she stood with her hands on her hips looking at the nicki minage too he was wearing “hand it over “ she ordered peeling off the pink shirt she had on and motioning for him to trade Ethan laughed but obliged pulling off his merch shirt. y/n bit her lip as his head was down but shook the thoughts in her head away as he looked at her with his raises brow “what?” He mumbled as they traded shirts . After pulling the long sleeve on She tied the side and looked at him with a smile “let’s go “ she said skipping out of his room unaware that Ethan was a blushing mess seeing her in his clothes

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On the way to the wearhouse they all decided that they had to go out in public drop a little more for the fans. Y/n and Ethan stood beside each other as Grayson snap chatted them “guys it’s so hot and y/n won’t stop complaining but look at her all black outfit “ he yelled as y/n rolled her eyes at him making a face “you look good tho“ Ethan chimes in as Grayson finishes the video . They all walked around the small shopping area, joking and having small talk before heading into a Starbucks .the line was kind of long as y/n and Grayson stood waiting ,Ethan gone to find a bathroom “so how are you holding up “ he asked as she perched her sunglasses on her head with a shrug “I mean ... all we really have done is switch clothing and called each other cute I can’t complain “ she laughed as she swayed onher heels “we will see in a few days “ she smirked as Grayson rolled his eyes “you’re gonna have to address him as your boyfriend in public “ he chuckled “kinda embarrassing “ he teased .

The two had hardly moved when y/n looked at her Instagram and frowned as she showed Grayson the photos of them tagged just standing in line “these girls are quick “ she whispered as he nodded and shot a text to Ethan “of course this is when he chooses to take five years “ as if on cue Ethan came to meet then in line as he slipped his phone in his pocket and stood behind them looking around assessing the people before he pulled y/n ‘s hair lightly and smirked as she swatted his hand not catching on to what was happening thinking he was just annoying her but as he did it again this time he caught her hand and turned her to him making a face “you’re so oblivious “ he chuckled as he stared at her and moved in front of her his hand holding hers for a few seconds more before letting go and moving to the barista ordering the threes drinks . As they moved to wait for the drinks to be made Grayson left to go wait in the car complaining about waiting and it being crowded so he was going to pull the car around. Leaving y/n and Ethan alone .y/n sat on the only free bar stool looking at the girls obviously snap chatting the two or something as she smiled and reached out to Ethan who stood with his back to her pulling His shoulders so his back hit her chest, stood between her legs and y/n looked at his phone laughing at a meme he was reading, she rested her chin on his shoulder as he butted her head with his temple lightly “they’re still taking pictures “ she whispered as he turned to look past them out the window with a nod he put his free hand up and rubbed the back of her head . Y/n wrapped her arms around him and smiled as they stayed silent for a few moments before his name was called and they got their drinks.

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Walking out of the Starbucks proved to be a difficult task as they were approached for a very few photo ops Ethan of course the centre of attention as y/n held the tray of drinks and waited , after 15 mins if chatting Ethan smiled “okay guys we gotta go ...y/n/n “ he called as she made her way into the crowd she said a few heys and waved as Ethan grabbed her waving hand into his and intertwined his fingers in hers “bye “ he said one last time and guided them out the door

“Jesus took long enough “Grayson groaned as he grabbed his latte and Ethan laughed “well maybe don’t order a hot drink next time he shot back “ as Grayson started driving and looked at y/n in the mirror noticing the look of fear on his friends face “Ethan take her phone before she panics “ he yelled out as Ethan tried to grab the phone “y/n come on hand it over “ he groaned as she held her hand away “no I’ll stop looking !” She yelled as Ethan undid his belt and awkwardly climbed in the back almost causing Grayson to swerve but he got the phone and cheered as he shoved it in his jeans pocket with a smirk and did up his own belt in the back now with a smirk “you don’t get it back until you film for at least an hour “

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At the wear house y/n applied her makeup and sat for a moment just thinking what to do while the twins set up the lights and her backdrop she had there; a brick wall and her little white couch . She came out applying her lipstick as she looked around “guys I don’t even know what we are filming “ she said as Grayson smirked and held up his phone and Ethan his lap top with her first vine open on grays and her twitter on Ethan’s she went wide eyed “no ... “ she groaned as Grayson laughed “oh yes try not to cringe “ he yelled in unison with Ethan . Y/n shook her head as she moved to the couch “you guys have to play too “ Ethan shook his head and laughed “nope you are cringe enough for the three of us “ y/n shoved him as she cantered her self “fine “

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(From the viewers perspective)

Y/n cleared her throat as she sat on the couch and “hey ...” she laughed and shook her head “sorry again “ she said and rubbed her head “ hey babes ! It’s me” she yelled and waved “and today we are doing the worst thing ...I have avoided for months but some annoying fan boys are making me “ she shot as she laughed “so to cut it short here they are ...Grayson “ she snapped as he appeared on the couch and held up the peace sign before doing his little hand shake with y/n “and Ethan “ she snapped but he didn’t show up “and Ethan she tried again eyeing Grayson who just shrugged confused and nothing “Ethan !” She yelled as he popped up from behind the couch and pecked her cheek before hopping the back. Y/n rolled her eyes as Grayson explained that y/n had to watch vines and video edits without cringing and if she did the twins made her a delicious smoothie to drink as punishment “okay but can I get like a few chances “she pouted as the boys looked at each other and nodded “3 tried “ they said together as the rounds staters “the easy stuff “ Grayson said with a grin and played a vine that y/n rolled her eyes . She lasted theee vines before she broke and cringed into the couch “nooo turn it off I’m singing “ she yelled and threw the phone “y/n!” Grayson yelled as she laughed “my turn ... edits “ Ethan chimes in as he played the first video of her yelling and she cringed theee times “four in one video “he said pumping the air as she groaned Ethan pulled up the last one of her and Grayson and she cringed right into Ethan’s chest as he held her head and Grayson yelled “brooooooo “ he groaned “no it’s never gonna happen “ Ethan wheezed as y/n frowned “my shoulders ate my ears I need to leave “ she yelled as she sat back and pouted .

Grayson grinned at the camera as did Ethan and y/n frowned “so y/n is a loser “ gray chuckled “and that means she has to drink the smoothie “

Cutting to the area infront of the ramp they all stood at the folding table with a cup of muck “what’s in it she frowned “anchovies , peanut butter . Vinaigrette, hot sauce , jalapeños, fish oil , tomato paste, m&ms , paprika and kale “ Grayson smiled “oh and some ghost peppers of course and soy milk “ Ethan chimes in as he crossed his arms and the girl frowned deeper “guys ... I’m going to throw up “ she said seriously uncomfortable and shook her head “and then die “ she mumbled “do it or I post the singing video of you on my instagram and Ethan posts the screen shots on his snap of your morning face “ Grayson said as he only option. The girl went wide eyed and took the cup as Grayson held a blog camera and the girl chugged a bit before gulping for air and dry heaving “oh my god “ she yelled and stuck out her tongue “it’s so spicy “ she yelled but drank more as the boys wheezing in laughter echoing on the walls caused them to shake and struggled to record . She got half way threw but shook her head “get me the bin “ she yelled as she gagged and a bunch of smoothie dropped on her tank top clad chest as Ethan placed the bin in front of her and she threw up a bit as she shook her head and did it again. She finished as she stood but tears formed in her eyes as Grayson blog turned to himself “oh no ... y/n is crying “ he said ashamed of the dare . Y/n sniffles as she rubbed her neck “this is burning my skin “ she whined as tears fell and Ethan rushed over with a cloth “it’s okay “ he mumbled and pushed her hair back as she then vomited in the bucket again “y/n nooo “ he whined as she looked down. Grayson continued to film as Ethan rubbed her back and pulled her into his chest as she cried quietly in discomfort and kissed her head a few times “stop crying it’s okay “ he said and looked at his brother “gray ! Stop filming !” He yelled and flicked some muck at him seriously as he shielded y/n infronr of him

after a cut y/n was still r d and puffy as Grayson laughed and Ethan pecked her temple “now that we have broke y/n “ he stated as she waved “I’m never doing a dolan dare again “ she whined as Ethan pulled her into his chest “that was the cringe challenge feature the Dolan twins “ grays shot up the hang ten sign as did Ethan y/n held up hers as her outro song played “come back next Wednesday when I destroy the twins “ she grinned as she fell back into to the couch “ baby’s out “ they yelled .

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Y/n rinsed her moth out again for the third time as she looked at Ethan and Grayson frowned “can you guys post on Instagram stories that you’re in my video “ she asked as Grayson grinned “I mean I did get you to throw up so I guess “ and walked over to the Couch and crouched by y/n with Ethan and snapped a picture of them all looking tired and posted . Y/n held her phone out after “guys I’m in the ware house go watch the new video where I cringe “ she yelled as Ethan waved “he is in it “ Grayson held the hang ten sign “so is he “ she laughed as Ethan showed her neck pulling at her shirt “she gets burnt and cries “ he yelled and and put his cheek against hers “watch it so she isn’t a lil bitch anymore “ he laughed

Ethan was last and he was going big he walked around and teased with a. Few photos of y/n and Grayson skateboring before he got Grayson to film him skateboarding “check out y/na video guys ... it’s great because I’m in it “ he grinned as he stopped beside the sitting y/n “she watches her cringe vines “ he laughs as he watches her cringe and Grayson motions to wrap it up . With that Ethan grins “but we still like her “ he laughs and leans in pecking her on the lips leaving y/n and gray in shock.

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Villainous Heroics - Chapter 4

Hm. So. It appears I've accidentally dropped some plot into what was supposed to be a silly little slow burn story. This is where we start to really deviate from what @corndog-patrol​'s AU has already shown, but hopefully you guys enjoy it and I can find out where to go from here because the last scene here was certainly a surprise!

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Summary: Eraserhead is an underground hero who is constantly busy and doesn’t have time to be dealing with new villains - even if they aren’t all that villainous and make the night interesting.

Present Mic is the latest up-and-coming villain in the world and he has a point to prove to everyone out there - as long as he doesn’t keep getting distracted by Eraserhead.

Aizawa Shota is someone who soon learns that there is more to someone than the mask they show to the world - especially when it comes to playing heroes and villains.

Yamada Hizashi learns that there is more to heroics and villainy than he could have ever thought - especially in a world where some heroes still care about those lost in the shadows.

(Inspired and dedicated to corndog-patrol’s Villain!Mic AU on Tumblr.)

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                                               Chapter Four

“Do you think Eraserhead is just a tsundere?” The simultaneous realization and question came to Hizashi in a fit of brilliance as he laid on his apartment floor and thought about his last few fights with the hero on his mind. “I mean, his smiles kind of make me think he’s about to kill me, and all, but he fits the personality type, don’t you think? He doesn’t care what anyone thinks, but then he worries when he breaks my glasses and jokes around during fights, sometimes.”

Hizashi had known from the start that Eraserhead hadn’t had the best of public images - if any public image at all. He had known because he had known Eraserhead before he had set about becoming a villain. Aizawa was an underground hero, yes, but he was still a hero. The world always had its eyes trained on heroes  - hidden or not.

“Maybe he really does like me back and he’s just playing it cool until the right time. But then when would the right time be? I mean, it’s not like anyone would know if he started dating a villain, right? Barely anyone knows about him besides people like me!”

That, at least, was the utter truth. Eraserhead was a name known only to those who lived in rough areas like where Hizashi did, and it didn’t matter if the person was villain, thug, or civilian. When forced to live in the shadows and always watch your back, it was hard to not know about the ones who did good.

The area Hizashi lived in was utter shit with old buildings, poor funding, and a police station that didn’t care about any of them unless they had to please some higher up. The news always started with the latest tragedy that happened overnight and ended with a list of those missing. It was depressing and once someone lived in these types of areas it was near impossible to get out.

Then the news had one day started with a story about how two women had been saved by an unknown hero who dressed in black clothing and used some kind of scarf as a weapon while hiding behind yellow goggles.

“‘S not fair that no one knows about the good he does. I get that he’s underground, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help give him a good image! If that takes three different fan accounts, making my own hero merch, and making stupid online videos, then so be it!” A lot of what he did was just to give him a distraction when his thoughts became too loud for even him, but Hizashi liked to think that his constant social media presence screaming about the good of pro hero Eraserhead was at least doing some good.

“Hey, I didn’t start all this villain stuff just to meet Eraserhead, you know. I did it for more reasons than that.” He had been waiting for some uncaring, high-on-life pro hero to show up that night of his debut so he could make a point, but instead of anyone he had expected, he had been captured in a heartbeat by a scowling man who had made sure all civilians were safely out of the way before giving ‘Present Mic’ any attention. “I can still multitask, though, don’t you think?”

Tilting his head back to face the one he had been talking to, Hizashi frowned as a small, white paw landed on his forehead, a loud meow echoing around his dingy apartment. There was a moment of silence, and then Hizashi felt the hint of claws against his skin.

“If you claw me, then it’s dry food only for the next week, Snowball, and you know I’ll keep my promise.” The claws receded and Hizashi gave a light grunt as his cat, far too large for having been such a tiny, half-drowned kitten a few months ago, jumped onto his chest and settled down. “Thank you for your wise words.” The meow Snowball gave sounded smug. Hizashi both hated and loved it.

“Maybe I’m thinking about this too deeply… Do you think I’m focusing too much on Eraserhead?” It had been a couple months now, after all, and Hizashi had yet to see another pro hero in his area - underground or otherwise. As wonderful as Aizawa was and as much as Hizashi wanted a date with the man, he had to remember his goal. He had to prove just how broken this system of heroes and villains was.

A buzz from his phone had him startling out of his thoughts, Hizashi digging it out before seeing that it was an update on the underground Eraserhead forums he had joined. After a moment of debate, he unlocked his screen and tried not to grin.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a bit longer of a break, and, considering he had nothing pressing to do, Hizashi supposed he could stand to think about Aizawa for just a bit longer.

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“Welcome to Lovely Coffee- Oh, wow, you look awful.” Hizashi had seen Aizawa dozens of times since that first day he had wandered into the shop he worked in, but he hadn’t ever seen him look this bad. The man always looked a few moments away from falling asleep, but right now he looked like he was on the verge of total collapse.

“Aren’t you supposed to be nicer to your customers?” Yes, but what they had was special. Of course, Hizashi couldn’t say that without being found out as Present Mic and, not only would that get him fired, but that would mean he could never hide from Aizawa again. Mostly, though, he just needed to make his rent, this time. “I’ll have my usual.”

“I think I’m legally obligated to stop you from having so many espresso shots. You look like you died and then someone with a Reanimation quirk brought you back to life.” There was a half moment where Hizashi saw Aizawa almost smile before he was glaring at him. Thankfully, Hizashi was near immune to those glares after so much exposure. “Will you at least please order something to eat with your coffee order this time?”

“No. I don’t like eating in the mornings,” Aizawa grumbled, words quieter than they normally were. The man was a pretty quiet person, of course, but this was too quiet.

“You used to always order those cute cat muffins we made here before we stopped making them,” Hizashi complained, starting on the coffee anyways as Aizawa dug his money out.

“Yes. Then you stopped making them.” Yeah, because the boss and owner of the store was an utter cheapskate. “I’ll be fine.”

“No offense, but you really don’t look like you’ll be fine.” Hizashi added only one espresso shot this time, knowing it would be enough to get the man through until lunch and then maybe, hopefully, he would collapse somewhere and get some sleep. “Did you take on too much work or something?”

“You’re nosy.” Ah, his dear Eraserhead was blunt as always. Hizashi supposed it probably did look strange in how curious he was. “And no. It’s just been noisy outside my apartment.” Aizawa must have sensed he was ready to start up a new line of questioning because he snorted as he took his coffee. “Construction work. They’ll be done by next week.”

“Oh, well, I was going to offer my help, but I can’t really do much about that.” He couldn’t, at least. Present Mic, on the other hand… “Are you sure you don’t want a blueberry muffin or anything? They’re my favorite, personally, but the apple cinnamon is pretty good- Oh! The banana scone is great with black coffee-”

“You talk a lot.” Once again, blunt as always. At least the words were familiar ones in his life. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Oh- Yeah! Of course!” Hizashi did his best to not swoon, but that was the first time Aizawa had ever actually thanked him like that. He was absolutely in love.

Hopefully Aizawa would be, too, once Present Mic showed him just what he could do and, thankfully, that turned out to be a lot.

It had taken a night of careful following – not stalking - to figure out where Aizawa lived, of course, but it had taken no time at all for Hizashi to steal all the keys to the construction vehicles and hold them hostage from the workers. Half of them had seemed to want to beat the shit out of him, but Hizashi was amused by the older ones who just took an early lunch.

There were spare keys and other types of equipment to deal with, of course, and running anytime the police were brought in, but Hizashi prevailed in the end. Well, really he supposed he ended up delaying progress so much that management agreed to stop in the late evening and pick back up in the morning. The workers looked pleased enough to hear that they would no longer be working nights, though, and Aizawa wouldn’t have to deal with loud noises anymore, so Hizashi called it a success.

His attempt to bring back his coffee shop’s cat muffins was also a success - in a way. Present Mic had threatened his boss, which had felt wonderful, but Hizashi himself was the one who had to show up an hour or two early each shift to now actually make the muffins. At least they sold well to people besides just Aizawa, he mused.

It had all worked out wonderfully well and Hizashi was sure he had gotten away with it all until he found himself hanging upside down from where he was tied up with Aizawa’s capture scarf and dangling from a lamppost.

“Eraser! I haven’t seen you in ages,” Hizashi greeted cheerfully, trying not to let himself get motion sickness as he swung back and forth. “I’ve missed you.”

“Stop it.” Before he could speak again, Aizawa was talking over him. “Why did you stop the construction?”

“C’mon, now, Eraser, you know as my greatest enemy you have to be at the top of your game to defeat me!” Alright, Hizashi may have put a bit too much force and cheer in his words as he swayed in the hold, entire world moving around him. He was finding that he didn’t like being upside down. “Could you at least put me on the ground, please?”

“No. Did you follow me home? Don’t answer. Of course you did. You could have cost a lot of people their jobs, you know.”

“And I should care? I’m a villain, you know.” There was no need for Aizawa to know that Hizashi had worried about that and had upped his presence at the construction site so management would have no excuse to blame the workers for the delays. “Besides, the sounds annoyed me whenever I wanted a nightly stroll.”

“You threatened a coffee shop.” Yes, well, he supposed at the core of it all, he did threaten a coffee shop. Before he could defend himself, he squealed as he fell a few inches in the air, Aizawa stopping his descent just before his head hit the ground.

“Was that necessary?!” Hizashi winced as he could hear his quirk at the edges of his words. He quickly forced it down, trying to keep his words even. “And I just had a friendly chat with them!”

“No more friendly chats. The workers there actually make decent coffee and it’s on my way to my other job.” Aizawa sounded uncaring, but Hizashi knew that he was complimenting his coffee skills. His heart could tell.

Besides, it was all worth it where Aizawa was seeming a lot more perked up and well rested - or at least, as close to it as he could get. His eyes were still bloodshot and there were still bags under his eyes, but he looked better by leaps and bounds since the first time Hizashi had noticed. He supposed the constant exhaustion was explained by the reveal of his other job, Hizashi mused.

“Tell you what, hero,” Hizashi cooed out the last word in English, grinning at the glare he was given in return. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“You’ve been trying to capture me for months and I’ve punched you more times than you could probably count,” Aizawa grumbled, voice irritated. Hizashi let the silence sit, trying not to grin when the man sighed. “What deal?”

“I won’t do any villainy for the next week in exchange for a kiss from you,” Hizashi said simply, almost laughing as he saw shock on the other’s face. He had seen Aizawa surprised, of course, but he had never seen him shocked. “What do you say, hero?”

His answer came in the form of a sudden loss of gravity, Hizashi shrieking as he hit the ground and landed on his back, groaning as the world settled down around him and Aizawa walked up to him without quite making eye contact, “As if I would ever kiss you.”

Hizashi had been right. Aizawa was a tsundere. Cracking his eyes open, Hizashi felt his pain lessen when he saw the edges of what could have maybe been a smile on Aizawa’s face. It disappeared, of course, but it had still been nice to see.

Aizawa shook his head with a heavy sigh before speaking, “And what villainy? You aren’t even a real villain.”

“What? Yes I am! I pull off heists and crimes all the time!” Just because he didn’t recklessly attack people didn’t mean he wasn’t a villain.

“Oi, oi, do you even know how to get labelled as a villain?” Aizawa knelt beside him, not worried about Hizashi fighting back considering he was still wrapped up in the capture scarf. He couldn’t even wiggle. “A villain is labelled after repeated use of their quirk in public spaces for nefarious purposes.”

“I do nefarious things in public spaces,” Hizashi defended as quick as he could, knowing it was a losing battle as all the others had been.

“You don’t use your quirk,” Aizawa said simply. Hizashi… Well. Aizawa had a point. He didn’t use his quirk, at least, not in his villain work. He used it in self-defense when he needed too, but he couldn’t just go around using his quirk all the time. It was dangerous.

“Who says I need to use my quirk to cause trouble?” Hizashi shot back. While Eraserhead may have been the only hero he liked and Aizawa was a decent person, he didn’t get to sit there and lecture Hizashi like he was some misbehaving kid. “I can be just as dangerous without it.”

“Dangerous?” Aizawa raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “You’re just loud.” No, he wasn’t. “It’s noisy, but it’s not that bad.” Liar. Hizashi knew what his quirk could do. It was dangerous. It was dangerous. It might as well have been a villain’s quirk. “C’mon. Police station.”

“I didn’t even do anything tonight!” Hizashi whined, not fighting as he was pulled to his feet and properly cuffed.

“Disrupting construction work and threatening the owners of stores is a crime, you know, and those two you haven’t been charged for, yet.”

“Didn’t even get my kiss,” Hizashi grumbled to himself, not fighting too much as he was dragged away. As nice as it was of Aizawa to try and ‘save’ him, there was little point in it.

Hm. Hizashi would have to prove just how pointless it was and show Eraserhead just how much of a threat Present Mic could be. First, though, he needed to remember to call his boss and let him know he’d be running late for work.

Being a villain was exhausting, he was finding.

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“So, I hear you’re the new villain stirring up trouble around here!” Startling at the hand that touched his shoulder, Hizashi carefully glanced to his left to see a man who looked entirely unassuming and had a polite, neutral smile that would be well suited to someone in business marketing.

“Nice to see my name is getting out there!” Spinning around in his chair, Hizashi put on a dazzling smile as he took a quick second to scan the room. The club he was in that night was a busy one and so the music was covering up their voices nicely, drowning them out to anyone who would be trying to listen. The path to the door was obscured by a crowd of moving and dancing bodies and at least three people were casting glances over at them. All of them looked like they could fight. “Oi, oi, if you know I’m a villain, shouldn’t you be running away?”

“On the contrary. You see, I’m someone who likes to help aspiring people such as yourself reach their lofty goals.” The man’s voice was average. Everything about him was average and it was so wrong. This man was dangerous, and that much Hizashi knew for certain. “Tell me, Present Mic, what are you in the business for?”

“I need a reason to have a little fun?” Hizashi laughed loud and bright, trying to keep his posture loose and relaxed even as he shifted his weight around so he could run if he needed to. “I got bored.”

“No one becomes a villain by just being bored, Present Mic.” This one was too smart. He didn’t like it. “I have an offer for someone with a quirk like yours.”

“You need someone to do some screaming?” Hizashi said, tilting his head in feigned cluelessness as he tried to calm his racing heart. Not many knew what his quirk was - and for good reason. “I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of people out there who can scream.”

“Not like you can. Your quirk would be… advantageous to those I work with if you’d be willing to hear more.” Ah… A villain’s quirk, huh?

“And what makes you think I want anything to do with those you work with?” Hizashi hid his fear as he had always done, putting on a pout and pitching his voice into something whiny and childish. He had a feeling his masks didn’t work in front of this man.

“Let’s just call it… belief.” The words were near lost in the thrumming of laughter and singing and screaming in the air, the bass pumping out a rhythm that Hizashi mirrored in the tapping of his fingers. “We’d be willing to help you in return, of course.”

“Help, huh? Who says I need any help?” Before he could move away, a business card with something attached to it was slipped inside his jacket pocket. 

“Well, we could all use a little help. How would you like to make that quirk of yours stronger?” Stronger? Like hell he wanted that! His quirk was already strong enough to bring down buildings if he wasn’t careful.

“Look-” A wild scream from behind him had him turning around quickly, Hizashi sighing in relief when he saw it was just someone who couldn’t hold their drink and had fallen to the floor. Looking back to the man, Hizashi blinked as he saw he and the people who had been watching them were gone.

“Help, huh?” Turning back around in his chair, Hizashi carefully pulled out the card with the napkin his drink had been resting on, wary of touching something that could be laced with who knew what.

It took a few moments, but he managed to see that it looked like a plain old business card that was white enough to shine in the dim lights of the club. On one side was a number and on the other was a single word, along with what looked like a sealed piece of candy at first glance.

Looking the word over, Hizashi frowned as he shoved the card back into his pocket. A stronger quirk…

“Trigger, huh?” He had a bad feeling about that.

[lunaathorne]

Out of curiosity can I ask WHY some sectors of Bollywood tumblr don’t like Katrina Kaif? She seems cool so I’m just wondering

This needs to be answered in some detail and I shall do so. You’ve woken the dragon.

I’m assuming you are new to Bollywood; in which case: here’s the rundown- Katrina Kaif is an Indo-British actress, one of Bollywood’s most easily recognisable faces, highest paid actresses and one with a higher success ratio than many contemporaries. She is hailed as one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful Bollywood actress of the still active crop.Why do people hate her? To answer that, I’ll divide the people who are against Katrina into some broad categories:

1. “She is beautiful but that’s it”

There are many who feel Katrina represents the Eurocentric standards of beauty with her fair complexion and British accent (I quote from one of her own films “Silky hair, milky skin- she’s like a walking-talking vanilla ice cream”). In most of her films, it is her aesthetic than her acting abilities that is celebrated because- there can be no other way to put this- she is absolutely, ridiculously beautiful. Fitoor, where Katrina played Estella Havisham was like a two hour photoshoot of Kat, a sort of tribute to her beauty where the cameraman seemed to be enamored by her (reportedly, although it is a rumour, Rekha, the original choice for Miss Havisham, walked out because she felt Katrina was looking too beautiful, overshadowing her…..sounds ridiculous but the fact that such a rumour should spread shows the public image of Katrina’s presentation in films, as the art rather than the artist). Shobaa De called her “as beautiful as an English rose…and just as dull”.

Why is this bothering? Well, there are thousands of amazing, dark skinned aspiring Indian actresses who are still shamed for their complexion and denied major movie roles. Where Katrina is held as the ideal of beauty, people like Radhika Apte and Huma Qureshi are treated looks-wise with some disdain.  It’s an Ashara Dayne- Elia Martell case.What is ironical is that in no way is this Katrina’s fault. What people twist into her flaw is really a revelation of our sick mentality where till this day we worship peachy complexions and turn our noses down on anything less than porcelain-pale. Also, pretty much all our so-called “desi” stars have endorsed fairness creams, often through advertisements that target dark people as pitiful creatures. So, as Abhay Deol rightly called them out, it’s not the biracial Katrina herself per se, but the societal standards that have brought about this sad state of affairs.

2. “She piggybanks on others”

Ah, a classic. Since her debutante days, Katrina did largely minor roles in male-dominated films (mostly Salman or Akshay) the mindset is that she has attained her success because of them. To an extent I agree that Salman did serve as her godfather for her earlier career but??? to reduce her to Salman’s charity project is unfair, unjust and demeaning. And Katrina cannot win, no matter what she does. She was great in Namastey London? Well, she was just playing herself. (How criminal that an Indo-Brit should play an Indo-Brit. Tsk. The times.) She was great in New York? Well, Kabir Khan is her sugar daddy, we been knew. She was great in Raajneeti/ZNMD? But it was a multi-starrer! Tiger Zinda Hai? Ah, she finally scored a hit with a meaty role but….it was SALMAN BHAI who helped her! 

While almost every actress or actor has had a godfather of some sort, Katrina faces the brunt of it because she has scored so many hits, nay, blockbusters.  Instead of appreciating how she holds her own beside them, everything she does is a direct result of their godly manna. Her success is parried down to the Khans, long after she has become her own woman. Cruelly, when she does embark on brave projects with strong roles, the audience roll their eyes and ignore it- refer to when I went to watch Phantom (counter-terrorism drama, one of Kat’s best) at the theatre and one guy, I swear, remarked “it’d be more fun if she took off her clothes”. Also refer to Fitoor where one person, who was clearly unaware of either Great Expectations or the character of Estella, said that Katrina is acting stone-cold towards the hero cause she can’t act at all.

This, coupled with the Barbie doll image, has led to Katrina being projected as a sweet but altogether passive person. She doesn’t do “fiery roles” of empowering acts. She serves Sansa instead of Daenerys. And we all know how that goes. Fun fact: Katrina now is nothing less than the Diana Prince of Bollywood, an action queen through and through and her recent project TZH had her snatch wigs, purses and weaves away from Salman Bhai’s altar. BBC London mentioned her to be the best part of the film, as did most critics. Her role in MBKD had been cited  as one of the most interesting female  roles of 2011. Meanwhile Bollywood Tumblr “sHe cAN onLY dANCe”. 

3.“she is a diva with attitude”

Apparently people have had some bad experiences with Kat who is known to be very private and guarded. Recently a woman in Vancouver insulted her and told her to improve her attitude. There are also several anonymous users on Quora who posted that she is rude at the airport. I have not personally met her but I was lucky enough to interact with some fans who did and they all assured me she was graceful and kind. I do not know if she is rude at airports or in the gym or whatnot; what I do know is that almost all her co-stars said that she is a sheer delight to work with. What I do know is that she provided food and water to paps who were waiting outside her house in the hot sun. What I do know is that I visited a publishing house because I was lucky enough to win some merch signed by her and one of the journalists there, a friend of mine, said that Katrina is one of the most polite stars she’d ever met, dignified, cheerful, guarded yet friendly. In an industry where female stars are thrown into a veritable fighting pit since their debut, she is close to almost all the leading actresses and has an excellent rapport with them. She gets along famously well with every co-star, not easy when you have worked with such a wide variety of them. Just see her Instagram, it’s mostly Kat hyping everybody else.

4. “RANPIKA BROKE UP CAUSE OF HER!” “SALMAN BHAI, LITERAL HUMAN ANGEL WAS DEVASTATED BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T STAY WITH HIM!” “SHE DOESN’T DESERVE SALMAN!” “SHE DOESN’T DESERVE ANYBODY!”

Scum of the Earth. Please do ignore if the anti arguments fall along this line. They are usually the type of stans who lick the star’s shoes clean with their own drooble if needed, act as if they have been privy witness to every detail of their fave’s life, do not understand toxic relationships, calling them ‘cute bantering’, and like to slut shame women for a pastime, while ignoring abusers and criminals at the same time.

5. “She’s undeserving of the success she enjoys, cause she is a pathetic actress”

A very interesting segment of antis had risen during the time Katrina won the prestigious Smita Patil award for her contribution to cinema. Their self-righteous claim was that there were a thousand other deserving actresses who should have won. They fail to see that Katrina’s hard work and investment has paid off, and thus they reduce her to her male colleagues, her beauty, her sex appeal. These antis are of the overall same degree and type as those who still believe Kristen Stewart is a bad actress. Y'know, the ones who sigh in faux-piety and go “he/she’s cancelled” about 50 times a day. These are the ones without perspective, who do not see the point of growth and influence. By that logic, anybody with diligence who lacks a natural-born ability should be a useless liability in society. They should be undeserving appendages, rather than people who deserve credit for their efforts. I quote from one of my Twitter posts I made a while back:

“Katrina didn’t get daunted by obstacles.This babe dared to step into an industry speaking a completely foreign tongue, as Chinese would be to us, & made it on her own. She accepted the challenge & owned it. ….(She) has worked her skin off to achieve the superstardom she enjoys today. The results are that she was the only female star to be mentioned in the National Award winning film Filmistaan, and she enjoys monumental popularity among the younger demographic.“ 

There is a reason Marilyn Monroe, Suchitra Sen are remembered despite them not being the best ability wise. A star is not just born out of talent. A star is also born out of the ability to captivate the minds of the audience, by charm, by persona or elsewise. This is no small feat but  Kat can do that. I do not mean to compare her to  these iconic women, but am making  an analogy. She has screen presence. She is a star. Like it or not, she shines very, very bright. Is it her fault that she is successful? Beautiful? Hardworking? That directors come to her with scripts? What is she supposed to do, reject them? Well boohoo, I have news for you.

Besides, and this is what is most hilarious, Katrina is actually one of the most unproblematic stars of Bollywood, especially amusing when you look at the sheer number of the haters. She went to this talk show and there was this bitchy Never-Have-I-Ever segment of strip and tell where you’d have to roast your colleagues and Katrina chose to start taking off accessories and shoes instead of dragging her co-stars! Problematic! Toxic! Awful!

”……A very important thing that most overlook is that Katrina has on notable occasions spoken up for body positivity & freedom of identity. Her role in Bombay Talkies had her encourage a gender fluid person to accept himself & speak up on transsexuality…..(she ) has always remained supportive of her female colleagues, promoting their films on her own social media, praising them at every opportunity. Feminism. Done right.“

In summary, if you’re looking to criticise, you’ll find flaws in everybody, each and every Bollywood star. Mostly Katrina Kaif but also many others. She has her haters, they are vicious. But, on a better note, it doesn’t affect her. I raise you this superior bit of tea I found from this one cinephile’s Twitter thread:

I may have gotten too passionate and written too much. Forgive me. But also, you have my answer.

[serenityrose1004]

Ideal Cut In Manila: My First Concert!

It’s been two weeks since Seventeen went in Manila and I would like to share my experience during Ideal Cut in Manila. It’s my first time to attend a concert, and I wasn’t supposed to attend the concert because the following week will be our midterm examination; plus, I don’t have enough money to go to the concert. But I was blessed with a very loving and supportive family; my parents paid for my tickets while my older sister and her best friend, who is also very close to me, booked a hotel we could stay since we live in a province. I was so happy and excited that I was even inspire to finished my assignment and projects before the concert so I could enjoy it without thinking the school works I need to finish. During the ticket selling, August 19, 2018, I lined up and waited for almost 3 hours, there were so many Carats I was so hungry and tired but for my Sebong I endured it. 

It was finally September 29, 2018 and my long wait is over. I woke up 7:00 am in the morning which is quite rare for me since I am not a morning person (Only Seventeen can do that and my 7:30 am class in Math. Hihi). Together with my older sister, we left our home by 9:00 am and by around 11:30 am we are already in MOA Arena; thankful that we avoided the traffic. There were Carats all over the place, I was so shocked since it was my first time, and I was not expecting it to be honest, it was like a zombie apocalypse. My sister’s bestfriend arrived before us and the funny thing was, even without my say, she lined up for the official merchandise for me because the line was already long. They were very supportive; I have a huge age gap with my older sister and her best friend, they are professional office workers in a very well known company here in the Philippines but they also love and support Seventeen mostly because of me. My point is that K-pop influenced a lot of people regardless your age, sex, profession and status in the society.  ＼(＾▽＾)／

I want to buy a Seventeen Lightsick (with my own money) so I could use it during the concert. I was supposed to buy a Carat Bong but it was not available even the Mini Carat Keyring Set so I only got the Mini Carat Bong which I am quite satisfied because it was so cute. After buying the official merch, we ate our lunch in a nearby restaurant and most of the customers were Carats. They were also Carats who gave giveaways which unfortunately, I was not able to participate because there were so many people. To my shock, I even saw a fansite master of Jeonghan and I want to buy a merchandise to her but I don’t have enough money with me and I don’t want to asked money to my sister since she and her bestfriend already paid the hotel we stayed. We stayed at the restaurant to rest and wait; and I took this time to study, yes I bought my reviewers so I could study while waiting (perks of being a college students =_=). It was around 4:00 pm when my older sister decided that they will leave me alone and that I should fall in line already; they told me they would pick me up after the concert.

The line was already long, and it was so fun to see parents who are also in the line waiting, right next with their children, there are also fan boys which is very cute. It was almost 6:00 pm when they decided to let us enter the venue and the securities are so tight, it felt like I was in the airport. Thankfully, I read the tweet of one of my mutual on Twitter saying that when you go to the concert you should bring a small bag instead of backpack because the securities will thoroughly search your bag; it is actually quite helpful because they did not searched my bag meticulously and I was able to enter the venue easily (so PH Carats please remember this).

When they finally let us enter the arena so we could find our seats, I can’t imagine and suppress my feelings, I was still alone by this time and I couldn’t even eat nor drink because I am too excited. I met a Carat who is also alone and we became mutuals on Twitter. It was almost 7:00 pm and the Carats are rapidly filling out the seats. And I did not expect my seatmates, on my right side it was a mom accompanying her daughter which I found really cute while on my right side was a married woman who is 10 years older than me, her name is Hannah as far as I remember she also came with her sister but they got separated due to the availability of the seats. Ate Hannah and I got close; by the way, the word “Ate” is a term use for women who are older than you here in Philippines, just like “Unnie/Eonnie” in South Korea. She was super nice and lovely to be with despite of our age gap, and I could see myself in her in the future. Hahaha. She is a Meanie/MinWon shipper too just like me that’s why we got closer together. It was already 7:30 pm and there are still a lot of vacant seats but Carats were so loud and you could definitely feel their hype while following the Seventeen songs that are playing. During this time Carats who are handling the fan projects are explaining to us what we should do; and by 8:00 pm, the concert finally started. It started late because of the strict and tight security in the entrance, according to the other Carats there are a lot of things like merchandise, banners and etc., that got confiscated.

When the lights are out and the stage and light sticks are the only source of light. Gosh, it was so beautiful. Carats cheers were so amazing and when the song started and Seventeen appeared on stage. I lost my cool and started to sing and cheer with my fellow Carats, the mother who was sitting beside me on my right side covered her hears because I was shouting so loud. Ahahaha. Ate Hannah and I were cheering together especially when her bias, Jeon Wonwoo who is my ultimate bias wrecker came into view. And when my lovely ultimate bias, Yoon Jeonghan, appeared I couldn’t contain my happiness and I started crying especially during the unit performances GOSH! I nearly died and Ate Hannah was comforting me. 

As the concert end and Seventeen were finally saying their ending speech, I was so sad and happy at the same time, mixed emotions. Seventeen are very talented, they are not only oozing with visual but their talents are no joke. Seriously, I am not being bias but they are really amazing performers; the choreography and their voices are so great in live. It was my first time to attend a concert and I am so happy that it was a Seventeen concert.